#BUT OOOO SPY DUST???

[ant1quar1an]

HAVE I LOCATED MORE DUSTS TO ADD TO THE DUSTWALL AND DUSTVERSE? /silly

That. That is a wonderful design. And man. I'm tempted.

(If given permission of course)

Hear me out

Dust as a spy

OK. FIGHTS U WITH BODYGUARD! DUST

plus dusty crumb because I LOVE HIMMMM

Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale Dusty Crumb Dust Sans belongs to kredena-dark

[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 10: Deacon x F!Reader

Day 10: Bet, Game Contest/Blow to the Head Masterlist Warnings: 16+, alcohol consumption, language, suggestive language Word Count: 1k

The bitter, cold wind moans against the built up boards surrounding the house, but the two people inside don’t pay attention. It’s night time in Sanctuary Hills and most of the residents are sound asleep in their makeshift rooms except you and Deacon, whose glasses lay to the side of him. 

With a smile, Deacon passes the bottle to you. The last few hours have been like this, just you and him sitting by the fireplace in your house, keeping the cold at bay as hours dwindle away. Taking a sip from the liquid, you try not to make a face as it burns down your throat. “Shit was never this strong. I don’t know what you people have done to this but it’s like straight ethanol.”

Deacon grabs the bottle back, taking another swig as his head twitches in response, making a satisfied sigh. “Ahh that’s the good stuff.”

Shaking your head, you wrap the blanket further around you, holding your hands toward the fire. “I wish I could take you back to my time, where food was good and so was alcohol. I have a feeling you would really like fruity cocktails.”

Scrunching his nose, he shakes his head, blue eyes watching the fire cast light onto your face, highlighting the features that he loves. “Nah, I’m a man. Bourbon all the way.”

“Deeks, you can deny it all you like, but you’d 100% be into those fruity cocktails. I just know it.”

Humming in response, the room is quiet aside from the cackling of the fireplace before Deacon opens his mouth again. “Why don’t we play… two lies and a truth!”

Letting a chuckle slip past your lips, your eyes peer over to your companion, a sense of longing burying itself in your core. From the minute you’ve met him, you’ve been instantly attracted to him, and with him traveling with you, it’s only grown your attraction. Not that he would ever know that of course. “I’m pretty sure it’s two truths and a lie.”

“Aw come on boss, I can’t give too much away,” he explains with grandiose, his arms spreading as you roll your eyes with a smile. That’s another reason why you’re in love with the spy, he never fails to make you smile.

“Sure, whatever, Deacon. You first.”

“Oooo, gotta make it a good one,” he pauses for a minute, fingers on his chin, rubbing the stubble as he pretends to think of something.

“Ok, one, my favorite color is blue, two, my eyes are actually gray, and three, I’m a ginger.”

“Seriously?”

“Scouts Honor.” His cheshire grin spreads across his lit face, reaching to his eyes, which are definitely blue. Not MacCready’s shade of blue, but blue nonetheless. 

Taking back the bottle, you take another sip with a sigh, the alcohol burning a pit in your stomach. “Well, from what I’ve seen of your eyes, when you show them to me, they’re blue. Pretty sure your favorite color is black, so that leaves the truth to be that you’re a ginger, which makes no sense.” His grin widens as he leans forward, shoving his arm in your face, orangish blonde hair lightly dusting his toned arms. “No way? You’re actually a ginger?”

“I thought that was kind of obvious, but whatever,” he leans back against the couch, smirking at you. “Your turn.”

Ok, think of something. “One, I used to want to be a doctor. I didn’t get into medical school which is why I went into law. Two, I had a pregnancy scare in highschool. Three, I was obsessed with bugs when I was younger.” You hold back a laugh as his face drops, not really sure what to make of your options.

“Hmmm. So, judging by how you get sick to your stomach every time we venture into a hospital, the first option is a lie. Same with number three, you get sick every time we kill a bloatfly, which leaves the pregnancy scare being your truth.”

“Checkmate, Deacon. Drink up!”

“What? No, come on, there’s no way you would lie about something like that.”

“I’ve learned from you, haven’t I?” He grumbles, taking a drink from the bottle with a frown, his blue eyes not leaving yours. “I used to want to be a doctor, but I did a clinical rotation in my senior year of undergrad, saw a surgery gone wrong and passed out. I was very grateful that my med school application was denied.” 

Deacon scoffs, the alcohol setting into his system. “Damn, you came to play.” Shrugging your shoulders, you let a smile spread across your lips, knowing that you got the liar. “If that’s how you want to play, then let’s play,” he comments, criss crossing his legs and pulling his poker face out. 

“Oh no, Deacon is getting serious! Everyone, hide your children!” A laugh erupts from your throat, your head feeling light from the alcohol. “Ok bad boy, hit me with your worst.”

“One, I’m in love with Glory. Two, I’m in love with Desdemona. Three, I’m in love with you.” Well, that sobered you right up. Heat rises under your cheeks at the implication. You have a one-third shot of getting this correct, but do you want to get it correct? If you’re honest with yourself, you don’t want to know who he’s in love with, in fear that it’s not you.

“Um…” “Did Deacon catch your tongue?” You silently curse his poker face. There’s no way you can tell what he’s thinking, even with his glasses off.

“You’re in love with Desdemona?”

He hands you the bottle with a smirk. “Drink up, pal.”

“Wait, so you’re in love with Glory?”

“That’s two drinks baby girl.” That means…

“Deacon, I-,” he doesn’t let you finish your thoughts before he’s surging forward, placing his large hands on either side of your face, pressing his lips against yours. Despite it being freezing cold outside, his lips are warm. Slipping into the kiss, your arms wrap around his shoulders, lips moving in tandem for a minute before breaking away, your forehead resting against his.

“That was-”

“Yeah. That was.” He chuckles softly as you try to wrap your head around it. 

“So you’re in love with me, huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, but I didn’t want to do anything about it until a little birdy told me that you harbored feelings too.”

“I don’t like this game,” you comment sarcastically against his lips, breaths mingling with each other.

“Why don’t we play strip poker instead?”

-fin-

@unrepentantweirdo

[lostonehero]

Tma x Malevolent

So it's time travel now.

Tim and Jon came back too and are in the same high-school

Neither are happy about it

Tim can't be mad at Jon because he just confessed everything that happened after he died in the explosion.

Tim decides to rope Danny in because let's keep him from the horrors.

Jon still has his eye powers, so he goes to look for Martin after a bit of prodding from Tim and Danny.

"Ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon-"

"Oooo so knew is spying on me." A man with white hair and bloody hands and feet stare back. Martin is beside him, sitting next to a man who appears to be staring at nothing. Martin has been messing with a knife in his hands, but no blood wells up from the cuts.

Jon stumbles back, covering his eyes and Tim stops him from hitting his head on the curb."

"Dude what the fuck was that?" Tim raised his brow holding Jon in his arms.

"Someone.... someone stared back." Jon barely gets out as a man appears floating above the two.

"I wouldn't consider myself a man." The white hair man laughs then gives a soft oof as a red-headed teen appears, and they both crash to the ground. The white-haired man without missing a beat lifts up the teen with a manic smile. "Oooo, you followed me! I'm impressed."

The red head was still holding his knife and stabbing it in the white hair man's shoulder and wriggled out of his grasp.

"Kids yaknow like a sponge they just soak up knowledge and powers don't they." He laughs loud.

The red head gets up, dusting himself off. "I was aiming for your neck."

"Martin?" Jon jumps back with Tim as the white-haired man rushed them.

"You know my beautiful boy?" The man gave a manic smile.

Martin takes the knife out of his father's shoulder. "This is, unfortunately, my father. You can call him Kayne."

"Isn't your father some sort of deadbeat?" Tim crosses his arms and raises his brow at Kayne.

"He didn't know I existed, he fucked my mom and threw her out, which meant through time. Again, I don't think he realized he did that." Martin sighs. "He's the God of disorder, or madness. Just call him Kayne, and no, he isn't related to the fears. Actually, the only reason he's able to cross the threshold of this time period is because of me, all of the old ones are blocked off because of the fears."

"Sharp as a whip, too." Kayne chuckles pinches Martin's cheeks covering his face with blood. "Oh, I never did like the new gods. Taking a child as an acolyte? That's such a waste. Children are so unpredictable."

Jon blinks. "How did you see me?"

Kayne laughs and floats above Martin. "You ask better questions than the John I know."

"He's a God, Jon. You also aren't subtle looking at anything." Tim rolls his eyes.

"To be fair, you are... well was a terrible stalker." Martin shrugs.

Kayne laughs more manically. "You make such interesting friends."

[hotwings0203]

Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

[grimfurbybitch]

Oooo I love this, especially with how obsessed with his image Alastor is (despite how much he tries to hide it) he is not going to take it well (and Zestial absolutely heard about that stupid apron during one of Sir Pentious's rants about their rivalry and he did not care) and Alastor being forced to take their rivalry serious is always fun

But consider, Alastor is absolutely not above spying on and using others to hurt people so he would absolutely try to spy on Sir Pentious (with his shadows so it's not obvious) to learn more about Zestial, in hopes of taking down the one guy who could do him in (and wouldn't that marvelous? Using his own boyfriend to defeat him? Alastor daydreams about it)

Expect it doesn't work, not because Sir Pentious doesn't talk about Zestial (God no, you could probably write a novel with all the stuff he says) it's just that nothing Sir Pentious says about Zestial is useful, it's mostly about the dates they go on (Zestial's favorite date idea is seeing a public execution, much to Charlie's horror), what kind of gifts Zestial gets him (Zestial got him a very nice cane), what gifts he gets Zestial (the skin flayer 11,000, Zestial loves screams), and one time when Angel Dust got him drunk enough, what he's like in bed (Alastor wishes he could unlearn that) the most useful thing Sir Pentious has ever said was that Zestial is allergic to garlic

what's Alastor going to do with that? Tell the world that Zestial is a good boyfriend? That he has very strong opinions on various plays and their reproductions? That he sleeps in? That he gets an upset stomach when eats garlic bread? No, because that kind of stuff would only sell in celebrity magazines. So he keeps listening, in hopes of something useful

And what about the other (ex) overlord? Husk would absolutely have heard of Zestial, probably even worked with him for a while. But Husk's a wash up now, so he's not that afraid of him, (what's he gonna do, tell people that hes a drunk?) but he knows that Alastor is. Whenever Alastor pisses him off he tells Sir Pentious something Alastor wouldn't want Zestial to know, whether that just be something embarrassing or actually useful, it doesn't matter, all that matters is that Alastor would hate for Zestial to know. (Alastor better hope he never truly pisses him off or he might get a little Tipsy with Penni and spill that Alastor is caught in a deal, it'd be a shame if Zestial found out)

And honestly? Alastor probably doesn't have to be as worried as he is because like, nobody cared where he had been during the overlord meeting and none of the commoner sinners we've seen have been scared of him, so information on him probably isn't as valuable as Alastor would like to believe (and if Sir Pentious joining the hotel happens the same way here as it does in canon then the one person who would want to pay for it is at the top of Zestial's shit list)

Also Zestial probably isn't even allowed to sell information on the hotel members, those are the love of his life's friends (and unless they fuck Sir Pentious over) , he would be in the dog house till the end of time if he did that, not that Alastor knows that

And he won't sell Charlie's information in particular because she did convince the others to spare Sir Pentious even after his betrayal. She literally saved Sir Pentious's life (after he did something that was stupid and unnecessary but stupid and unnecessary are Sir Pentious's bread and butter so Zestial's used to it) and continues to house him, he may think what she's trying to do is stupid but he respects her for what she's done for them

(this has all been working under the impression that the rest of the hotel would know that they're dating because Sir Pentious would absolutely tell them, they're his friends)

(also the idea that Sir Pentious was dating Zestial before he moved into the hotel is so funny. Zestial control your man, he's like a stray cat lol)

(I like information broker Zestial, we need something for this man to do other than drink tea and kiss snakes)

Ok but, for Zestious, we gotta consider the reactions. We already talked about Carmilla. How the hell would Alastor react?????

The snake demon who keeps trying to fight him is dating one of the only people he is actually afraid of. How much has Zestial heard about Alastor and how he fights from Pentious? How much does Pentious know about Overlord business? It would send him spiraling!

Especially if he found out before Pentious joined the hotel. Alastor would constantly pretend to do stuff that would make him look good to Zestial around Pentious. He also just… doesn’t interact with Pentious unless absolutely necessary. Just in case. One time Pentious saw him cooking, maybe with an embarrassing apron on, and Alastor nearly had a heart attack. Cause “oh God what if Zestial finds out?”.

And he’s not afraid of Zestial finding out stuff about him because of anything having to do with respect. It’s all fear. My headcannon is that Zestial is an information broker. So the more information he has about someone, the more power he has over them. And especially with Alastor being gone for 7 years, any information about what he’s like now is super valuable.

Idk. I just think Alastor reacting to Zestious would be hilarious!!!!

[st0rmyskies]

Can we get each bois’ assigned chore in the townhouse? 😘

Oooo let's see...

Time - Trying not to kill his renters.

Twilight - He enjoys outdoor chores like mowing the lawn and keeping the garden neat. I bet he'd have a little veggie garden in the back yard that he's stupidly proud of, and the boys lovingly poke fun at him for.

Wild - The kitchen is his domain, so his job to is to keep countertops tidy. It's just good food hygiene, really. Everyone helps with dishes.

Warriors - He keeps the mirrors clean (all the better to see oneself in) and the windows, too (all the better to spy on one's neighbors).

Sky - He who sleeps on every surface in the living room is bound to know when the crumbs are piling up, so he's on vacuum duty.

Four - He'll haul out the garbage anytime he's on his way to his work bench in the garage anyway.

Wind - He makes a token effort at dusting because that's a chore he can do while his nose is still in his phone and his headphones are blaring in his ears.

Legend - Legend has some unique self-appointed chores. There are always very artful-looking bottles of herbs and dried flowers that he's regularly rotating. There's something in the yard that he digs up and replaces once a lunar cycle. There are little satchels of semi-precious stones that are tacked next to the door frames near the front door and outside of everyone's rooms. The one time Wind pulled his down, he spent the next week under a black cloud of terrible luck - he dropped his phone and shattered the screen, his credit card for hacked, etc. etc. So nobody messes with those things anymore.

Hyrule - His chore is legit just taking care of himself. If he has time during a day off, maybe he'll help with some of the others' duties.

[katsukikitten]

Irritated 2

A chorus of bangs ring out on the cold metal door echoing in the small space of your hotel room. At first you jump, your nerves frayed as memories flood the forefront of your thoughts. That is until you take a deep breath knowing full well who is impatient enough to beat on a woman's hotel door. Irritation paints your features as you finish touching up your makeup in the bathroom mirror.

"Oi!" The culprit calls out, his voice pulling you out of your ritual head space causing a vein to pop up in your forehead.

"I'm coming!! Damn." You shout back slamming the tube of mascara onto the vanity top giving yourself a once over in your hero suit. It's a body con black suit, nothing fancy, no modifications. A zipper in the front that can stop at your navel. But you never unzipped it past the beginning of your cleavage. It was just a suit fit for summer that is breathable and wicks sweat. You twist this way and that as you over look your body thinking only of the comments made about it.

Did you look too thicc in your suit? Were you leading males on just because a tight suit benefited easier movements?

Hell no you weren't leading anyone on. You blow a kiss to your reflection before flipping your French braid behind your shoulder stalking out of the room with a card and a tube of chap stick angrily.

You open the door just as Katuski was about to bang on it. He either cannot or does not, stop his fist from following through the motion and it lands harshly on your shoulder, his gauntlet rattles from the force.

If only it put you out of your misery.

You look at Katsuki with the most annoyed face you can muster, shoving his arm away as Deku stands behind him offering a sheepish smile and small wave.

"Uh hello Y/N." He all but squeaks. His hero suit, now all black, is snug over his chest and stomach, his mask pulled off of his face resting on at the top of his sternum while his cowl lies unused on his back.

"Hello." You say dryly looking at both of their costumes. Deku doesn't seem to have pockets or at least pockets large enough to hold your items as well. Leaving you to glare at the man in front of you. His uniform all black for stealth, having long lost the little orange and black flair that comes off of his mask. His muscle tank is snug as well, hugging every line of his muscles leading to a set of almost lose black pants tucked into his combat boots. He still has his utility belt of mass destruction and his knee pads for cracking teeth with.

You grimace as the gods have decided your fate on who you will have to stick more closely too. You sigh audibly thinking for a fraction of a second that maybe his pockets are bigger but you know they are not.

You hold out your chapstick, a must as you would rather die than not have your beeswax chapstick, your card, and your phone to an exasperated ash blonde.

"The hell is this?" He snarls and your eyes narrow to slits as you pick his left pocket to shove your items in knowing full well he keeps his phone in his right.

"OI!" A blush so faint dusts his cheeks but you mistake it for rising blood pressure as you smooth your hands over your hips.

Where pockets should fucking be but honestly they would fuck up the aesthetic.

"No pockets." You shrug shoving past him as you guide the way, "So you're stuck with me."

Izuku shares a look with Bakugou before he shrugs his shoulders falling in step behind you as scarlet watches your fading back.

××××××××××

The crowd outside erupts as the three of you make your way into the convention center, a building that dwarfs the block. You wave and smile, stopping here and there to sign somethings for many female fans.

And the occasional male that looks decent.

Izuku takes the time to sign a few items for fans too and even begins fangirling with one over a limited edition All Might magazine the fan wanted to share with him as Bakugou sticks closely to you.

Offering a grimace to many of his squealing fans but it does nothing but encourage them more.

"Please take a selfie with me!!" One screams loud enough that it catches his attention. He smirks when he sees the grenade gauntlet tattoos she has on her forearms and snatches her phone. He sets it to selfie mood but is smart enough to be at least a foot away. He offers his deadliest smirk, throwing up three fingers getting mostly himself and the tattooed fan in the picture. He returns to phone to her hand and she freezes before exploding into a fangirl scream.

Sometimes he loved to make women scream.

"Please have my babies Ground Zero Sama!!!" She yells and for whatever reason he is not bothered by her. So he throws a rare bone to her.

"Maybe one day." His voice comes out gruff and majority of the crowd by him SWOONS. Panties SOAKED for sure.

You roll your eyes but cannot fight back the smile that paints your lips or the butterflies in your stomach from his interaction.

The excitement is infectious.

"Tejina over here over here!" A male shouts and you grab the pen and sign a tasteful magazine photo of you, avoiding everyone who has screenshot pictures of your Instagram printed out.

"Gosh I love you so much! My sister has a similar quirk and thought it was lame until she saw you!" He beams as he watches you make the pen dance across the inked page.

"I'm glad I can help. No quirk is lame. Make sure she knows that too." You offer a genuine smile and suddenly the fan feels different about you. His respect amplifies as he stands frozen. You try to move to the next screaming fan who happens to be another male, you're trying your best to be fair despite your past track record.

"Tejina, this is what the meet and greet is for." The security guard places his arm between you and the fan.

"But!"

"This is what the meet and greet is for. They will keep you here all day." He says sternly as he guides you toward the doors.

"She is always such a bitch don't you think?!" The now jaded fan shouts. You start as if jabbed after hearing the comment and some of them yell in agreement but they are drowned out by the excitement for Bakugou and Izuku.

At least you drowned out to all but you.

And a hot head who walks behind you, baring his teeth at the fan who snaps his mouth shut after seeing the death glare.

The colors of the convention quickly lift your spirits as you see memorabilia and paraphernalia of heroes current and past. Fans pause at various stations all dressed as various heroes. All Might of course being the biggest and first life sized cardboard cut out that you see.

Izuku shoves his phone into your hands as he shouts.

"Oooo take a picture of me with it!"

Your laughter rings out while Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"Dont you have tea with him like every other day?" You ask but pull up the camera for him, "Move closer."

"Yea you useless Deku you see the real thing all the time."

"But you guys know..." He trails off and you make a gesture with your finger for him to smile. He drops his sad thought and beams as the camera.

And not with his weird imitation smile he so badly wanted to use. No he used his true smile, the one he wears so well to save people with.

Slowly becoming the hope of the nation but people enjoy a badass hero equally as much. Speaking of him.

"Hey he was your sensei too right? Get in there...Kaachan." You tease with the nickname and he glares daggers. Flushed cheeks from rising blood pressure.

"I'll kill you." He says but makes no effort to keep his steel toed combat boots planted as he walks towards the cut out. Izuku keeps the same pose and smile as Bakugou crosses his arms, standing a little ways away from the cut out like a brooding teenager would his father in a forced picture. You snap it happy and yet not just content with it.

"Get closer and smile!" You whine as incoming fans begin to form a line, "Others are waiting!"

He looks your way to see five or six people waiting before he gets closer. He looks up towards the cut out and feels something familiar burning in his stomach. Awe, respect, and sheer arrogant determination to outshine him one day. He faces the camera with the smile and you capture it perfectly.

The smile does something to you but you push it down as you quickly send the pictures to yourself slipping Izuku back his phone as you spy something that catches your eye.

"I need it!" Is all you say as you drag the boys before either can look at the photos properly. They find themselves in front of a soft pink booth with a wide eyed artist who seems to be struggling to speak as you look over the work.

The same artist who drew fan art of you with Midnight, and you with your cat posting it to her Instagram account. Not daring to tag you but some other fan had and you couldn't thank them enough.

"Ah here it is!" You hold up the prints of your favorite drawings in cool and warm colored pastels. You make a gimme motion to Bakugou. It takes him a moment before he rolls his eyes fishing for your card from that he since placed in his own wallet for fear of losing it.

"Ah Tejina. Please you do not have to p...pay me." The artist finally croaks out and you whirl on the sweet little bean faster than she can blink.

"Are you not an artist?"

"I...uh I am."

"And are you not charging anyone else?"

"Oh no I am charging them."

"Then you're charging me. I want one of everything. I love your work." Her eyes water as she looks up at you.

"Are you...are you sure. Some of it has..." Her eyes trail to the hot head beside you and you smile.

"Yes I'm sure. Somehow you've even made *him* seem tasteful." You smile and she hesitantly takes your card before placing items into a large black backpack that has a dreamy, almost sleepy looking Bakugou in soft blues staring up at the viewer. She passes you the bag and you wonder how she could capture a side of a person that you're sure no one has ever seen. Something about the image causes a stir in your stomach. You chalk it up to nerves as you make eye contact.

"Th..thank you." She stammers and you smile so brightly.

"No thank you. I adore your work." You give a small bow before giving your bag and your card back to Bakugou who glares at you furiously.

Yet he slides the backpack onto his broad shoulders as he slips your bank card back between his own. He rolls his eyes as Izuku now leads your little party to a group of cosplayers.

"They're us!" He shouts excitedly, fussing over the cosplayers.

"No shit, Deku." The real and fake Bakugou snarl in unison before the real one smiles cocky at the imitation. The fake glares at him, internally fangirling before adding harshly.

"The fuck you lookin at?" The real one cracks a smile as he steps closer, noting not only his assholeish attitude but the attention to detail of his suit.

"Heh." He cracks before crossing his arms, "I'll allow you to parade around as the best. But remember a copy is just a copy."

You go to repramand him but find yourself curiouser as the male fan blushes, fighting to keep his glare as if he was paid the best compliment. The two Izuku's gush politely to one another before you and your fake share photos of your cats.

*"Attention: The cosplay contest will be starting in building B in five minutes."*

"Fuck we're late!" Fake Bakugou exclaims grabbing the wrist of Tejina, "Come on babe."

Katsuki's eyes widen as he watches your and his own carbon copy rush toward the other building both blushing and yelling in excitement about meeting their heroes.

"Good luck!" You call out before they totally fade away. The three of you aimlessly wandering through the buildings. Buying things here and there, Izuku being the worst. Who has a large almigh book bag stuffed to the brim of items. You let your eyes rove over stations buying fan art here and there. Something of Azaiwa holding the fattest cat you've ever seen to even art of every day heroes you've interacted with solely for the purpose that their art makes them seem so normal.

Doing normal everyday things, the simplicity of attempting to capture their vulnerable sides you know they must posses but what you and the artist have never seen.

Izuku fangirls with another All Might collector Bakugou growls to no one in particular as he grows impatient with his rival. You quickly lose interest in the comversation and something catches. You squint unsure as to what the stand is selling until you actually see it causing you to burst out laughing.

Hard enough for tears to well in your eyes.

"I'm dying!" You exlaim, gasping for breath as Bakugou says what the fuck about four times.

"I'll show you." You wheeze grabbing onto his hand to guide him through the crowd. He feels stunned by your touch, his cheeks heat for some stupid fucking reason again as he looks at you. He's frustrated, irritated even but he is thankful that most of the fans believe you three to be cosplayers.

"This." You hold out the body pillow to him to show him a panting version of himself in a torn shirt and looking needy with heavily blushed cheeks. Large hand in hair while the other trails down his own abs.

"No." He says in horror as you can't help but bust out laughing again.

"Oh fuck I might just have to buy one. This Bakugou seems sweet." You can barely finish your sentence as you attempt to reach for his wallet to get your card but he takes a step back. Mortified before a malice laced smile pants his lips, you swallow thickly.

"Yea well this Y/N seems more submissive than the real one." He cocks an eyebrow as he produces an even more needy version of yourself with your hero suit unzipped to your pierced navel, the sides trying to fall away to reveal your breast. The expression they have of you is a few faces away from ahegao. You're panting, one hand behind your head while the other hovers over the space between your legs.

"Hmm must be accurate since they got the belly button ring." Scarlet eyes trail your torso and stop at the tiny bump that shows through indicating the truth about the pillow. You did have a belly button ring but you had to REALLY be looking to see it.

Your face burns as you stare at the pillow while his comment now haunts you, embarrassment rips up your throat.

"OOOOKAY!" You try to snatch the pillow but Bakugou takes delight in your discomfort as you did him. He plans to use this pillow to torture you further. It would be more than worth the embarrassment of owning it.

"I'll take this please." He states as he reaches for his wallet.

"Like hell!!" But he holds it high in his hands and you have to press against the pillow and Bakugou to attempt to reach it. You take in a sharp a breath to yell but it sticks in your throat as you smell something almost hypnotic.

Like deep spices and burnt sugar. You blink furiously as he side steps you to hand the vendor cash

"What about you little lady?" The older man asks in a gravely voice. Bakugou attempts to answer for him but snatch his wallet and spy your card quickly.

"Yes please." You pass him your card, fending off Bakugou as you wrap up your transaction.

"All yours." He offers you both a creepy smile as he lingers on you, "Enjoy."

You visibly shutter and you squeeze the Bakugou pillow closer to you before mirroring the real one's body language. He holds the pillow mockingly as if it were his date.

"Y/N I think we should move onto the next booth." He teases as he walks with pillow in hand and you match his stride never falling behind him.

It becomes quickly apparent that the two of you were venturing into the very NSFW 18+ section of the convention as the hero art become more and more lewd. Yourself, Momo, Midnight and many other heroines were lining the laws as banners. You all mostly undressed if not naked with stars or hearts over your goods.

"Is that her?" A vendor whispers and you catch his green eyes. He holds eye contact not daring to look away.

Bakugou's face sours harshly at the art works, the vendors comment going unnoticed by him and he turns to you. When he sees you looking down with that solemn expression on your face something causes his gut to twist.

"Oi." He nudges you, "Look."

He points out the most embarrassing thing there, himself. Full on ahegao face with the likes of Kirishima and even Deku.

It earns a small smile until you see yourself depicted on your own sheet next to the odd combinations of his own.

"We never speak of this part of the con again?" He asks placing his hand on the small of your back as his guides you and yalls pillows to the safer more PG rated version of the con.

You still feel those green eyes boring into your back but you don't want to let it bother you. You tell yourself its nothing.

"Why, you don't want people to know you actually make that face?" The jab is half hearted he can tell but he pretends to be flustered over it. You laugh when you see his angry face and how his lips curl over sharp teeth.

"I'm hungry let's gooooo!!!" You whine, this time pressing further towards the food court, "Text Izuku-kun we won't have much time to eat!"

"Yea they might run out of food too if you're eating." He teases pulling his phone from his pocket as you stick your tongue out at him, your nose honest to God guiding you towards food stands. But before Bakugou can finish his text a familiar voice rings out.

"Bakugou! Y/N!" Izuku sounds happy and deep as it nears closer before it changes an octave, "Oh my Kami! Do you know what's on the back of those?!

Izuku blushes furiously as a security guard stands impatiently next to him. The two of you blanche having never thought about the fact that most body pillows like this had two sides. You both flip yours at the same time and DIE laughing. Both of you depicted in lewd positions and faces. Clothes more torn than before almost revealing too much on either of you.

"Oh man this side is better." You wipe away a tear, "I'm bringing this to the interview."

"You will not!" Katsuki exclaims, his laughter dying quickly.

"Actually this nice gentleman was sent by Yami to pick up our things and take them to the room." Your eyes follow Izuku's hand to see it pointing to a little wagon. You set your pillow in there nicely as Bakugou come closer setting his own blackmail pillow and your book bag of items into the cart.

"Thank you!" The three of you bow as he grunts wheeling away towards the hotel.

You three walk past a few straggling booths before starting to get into the food area as you do so you spot a tumbler cup with a cute cat being held by Aizawa. Both the cat and Aizawa look bored, irritated at the viewer and MOOD in written in caps beneath.

"Suki my card!" You half shout digging into his right pocket with his wallet.

"Oi you need a purse." He growls but makes no move to stop you as you rush with your card away from them barely in sight.

"This please!" You say holding out the cup and placing it for them to ring up. They pass you back your card while they gently wrap the cup up in paper. As you wait the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up just before you feel a hand ghost over the small of your back, hip and even cupping the cheek of your ass. You turn to see green eyes and suddenly you feel unsettled.

"Watch your fucking hands." You seethe with a shaking whisper of a voice as you quickly flee back to the boys.

"Where's the cup you needed so badly?" Bakugou asks angrily wondering why you're empty handed after making such a big fuss. You place the card into his open palm unable to look him in the eye right now.

You feel like a coward, you need just a moment to yourself so you can collect your composure and spot the bathroom.

"Oh let me use the bathroom right quick I'll be right back." You say as you cross the busy convention traffic to the restrooms. Thankfully few women are in there allowing you to take a moment to breathe. You splash your face a few times with cold water before watching it drip off of your reflection. You stare yourself in the eyes and purse your lips. Snatching paper towels to dry your face figuring you've been in there long enough. You toss them into the trash as you exit the restroom.

"Oh sor... " But the apology dies in your throat when you see the same green eyes again. You squeeze your hand shut to keep your power from flinging him into the opposite wall.

"Ah excuse me." You say tightly as the anger begins to seep back into your bones calling on your power. Your heart pounds as half moons begin to eclipse red in your palm. He does not move and he is close enough you can feel his stale cigarette breath fanning your face before you feel a light pressure on your stomach.

His fingers just barely brushing agaisnt your belly button ring, you watch his eyes gleam with ecstasy as he fingered the ring. You see red, about to explode before you're brought back to earth with a memory.

*"I'll fucking sue you for damages and ruin your career if you don't at least give me one of your worn, dirty suits. Look at me?! I'm bleeding and my arm is broken."*

*"Who will they believe?! An established man in this community or a recluse upcoming desperate heroine."*

You bite the inside of your lip until you taste copper. You swallow your pride, your anger and choke on them as you struggle to speak around the lump in your throat.

"People are expecting me. You have me confused." You manage to slip past him and fight the urge to run. That always makes it look worse to the crowd. As if you're guilty and it would do everything for the green eyed male. As that would give way to his instinct to chase.

Relief floods you when you spy Bakugou, you latch onto his bare muscled arm seemingly nonchalant all the while bitching about how hungry you are. His skin and agitated voice have never been more soothing.

He looks down at you and doesn't miss your odd behavior. Sure you've been touching him here and there but you've never held onto him like this. Maybe Deku, but never him.

And you may think that you are hiding it well and maybe you are to everyone else. But not him. He sees the soft, almost unnoticeable glow to your eyes that hints you have or want to use your powers. It's a telltale sign only he's picked up on from battles and one v ones with you. No one else can ever seem to notice and he doesn't miss you glancing over your shoulder as you would on a mission if you were bait or suspected being followed.

No...something was definitely wrong with you and the fact that you wouldn't even think to share it with him or hell at least Deku, had ire BURNING in his stomach and hands. He flexes his arm confirming that you're keeping your hand tense and squeezing into his bicep for reasons unknown but it was answer enough for him. He resists the urge to give your suspicion away by glancing over his shoulder although it may be for the best that he didnt. Because Bakugou knew that if he did whoever he found your eyes land on...well let's just say they wouldn't make it through the weekend.

[crqstalite]

20 for Kal :)

( MALIK’ALLIS’TER )

ack, after writing scwellangst i’m not sure i want to write this lol. but happily i’ll answer <3

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines?

Hmm...that’s a good question. Kal is still relatively new in this universe, so he doesn’t have much of any story just yet outside of KOTFE and Theron.

I guess it’d be a few what-ifs here:

If Pretta had taken control of the Eternal Alliance:

Kal probably would’ve tried to wrestle control from her, but eventually given up in fighting his manipulative ex-wife. As controlling as she is, Kal won’t threaten his own life for something only she wants. He never intends to become Emperor in this storyline, and becomes something of an advisor like Theron and Lana.

If Pretta didn’t follow him to Yavin 4:

If Pretta had remained on Dromound Kaas, he would rule the Eternal Alliance himself and sided fully with the Republic. Given, he also wouldn’t have forgiven Theron as easily as with Pretta to soften the blow for him. His train ride on Umbara wouldn’t have gone so hot either. Would he still have married him in the end? That’s a very good question.

If he hadn’t allowed Pretta to push him around for so long:

Kal probably would’ve kicked her out a long time ago, and Pretta wouldn’t be present in Made of Star Dust. In fact, she wouldn’t be mentioned, and Kal wouldn’t have such a hard time falling for Theron later without all her baggage.

Had Kal betrayed the Eternal Alliance first, without consulting anyone:

Oooo, this one I’ve considered. As much as Theron’s betrayal hits home, I figure that Kal would’ve been aware of his plan and tried to pull it backwards on him. So instead of Theron betraying him and Lana on Umbara, he’s the one who’s orchestrating everything behind the scenes. And no one else knows this. Hell, he worked closely with Keeper while working on Dromound Kaas and is a talented slicer and operative. There’s no way he wouldn’t have found out what his disaster spy boyfriend was planning, and then hoping to do the same.

Had Kal been force sensitive:

Kal would’ve hands down been a Sith Warrior. He never would’ve met Pretta (because of storyline I’ll reveal at some point during Made of Star Dust), and chances are he would’ve fallen in love with Jaesa or Malavai. Clearly neither is particularily healthy for his mental health, but if he fell for Malavai, he’d have issues trusting Theron later. He’d probably also know Tri’Ama & Sho’jka, either at length or personally. Possibly in this alternate timeline, he’d have fallen for Lana as well.

Had Kal defected to the Republic earlier:

Chances are that he’d be a sniper for the Republic. Not exactly Havoc Squad material, but working closely for the military. Possibly he’d also know Elara at length.

this one was kinda fun! i love fleshing out my angsty blueberries <3

[ncruuk]

Oooo, I never thought about the Cara says girlfriend but means spy/intelligence asset angle before....my brain instead committed me to the slightly psychotic but mostly just very unaware of people's boundaries repeated hookup of convenience because work-Whistler DC variant was rather tunnel-visioned and easily used by a grade A bitch.

I explained that significantly less badly in the fic I wrote that tried to answer some of my Kate Whistler questions, starting with how'd she get a FBI badge and gun without going off island for months? Who doesn't she know in federal agencies? And many other things along the way because my brain went places.... and is going places again now I have explained to my brain that the show ended immediately before the s2 two parter and I don't have the hoop jumping Sam Hanna shoehorning contortions ruining my headcanon.

So that's another WIP being dusted down and looked at....

I was thinking about the time in Season 1 after Kate and Lucy broke up. I'm wondering how much support Jane provided to Kate during this difficult time. Kate spent time with Jane, shared drinks with her, and Jane was around during the break up - she was in her office when it happened and in the break room when Lucy told Kate she loved her and left her crying in 1x20. I'm curious if Kate confided in Jane about her relationship with Cara, about self-sabotaging her relationship with Lucy, or about Skylar. I imagine they shared confidences about Maggie and Lucy one evening with a little more whiskey and/or sadness than usual. It could have been the first time Kate opened up about her feelings to someone, finally expressing what she had kept in her heart for so long. Jane could have offered Kate some hope by pointing out little things that Kate may not have noticed. Kate could have told her about the 3days2nights and Jane could have told her she had known about them since the first time she had seen them together but realized how serious it was the night they broke up.

What do you think @littlesolo @piratekane, @halforcdad @hatchetation or anyone else who would like to share their thoughts?

[superjedders]

Eye for an Eye [Overwatch Fanfic]

Drip! Drip! Stale water dripped from the rusted pipe into an old metal hubcap tucked in the corner of the dimly lit room. The cracked concrete floor stained with all manner of substances; from large black marks that could have been a resulting leak from an old oil drum or treads remnant of a car tyre, to the dark red marks which could have been left by a rusting piece of machinery or the stubborn stains from a bloody gunfight. Dust particles floated through the air, picked up by the breeze seeping through holes in the walls and ceiling, the occasional dry leaf screeching across the floor once swept into the winds embrace only to be tucked into a dark recess of the room and abandoned, no doubt crumbling into dust. Despite the dry atmosphere caused by the summer heat outside the entire room reeked of mould and mildew, choking the senses and drawing a rasping cough from the figure in the centre of the room. The wooden chair the figure was seated on creaked with protest as they shifted their weight slightly, another dry cough forcing its way through their lungs and near doubling him over before he hawked back, spitting bloodied phlegm to the side with a look of disgust in his eyes. Brown hues scanned the room for any sign of life, an annoyed exhale escaping them when only a rat scuttled past in the distance, pausing to drink from the rusted hubcap. His throat was drier than the Sahara right now, and despite the fact the water in said hubcap would have been filthy and warm the male found himself licking his lips and feeling envious of the rodent. Grunting he jerked his body, feeling the resistance of the tape binding his limbs and torso to the chair but taking some glee in the shrill shriek of the wooden chair legs grating the floor briefly startling the rat away from the drink. Dam rodent rubbing it in his face. Speaking of rodents… The door flew open with a loud bang, the shrill maniacal laughter unmistakable alongside the gentle step thump of a peg leg entering the room. The lanky Australian entered dragging a large metal drum behind him, the metal grating against the floor and leaving a trail before it was settled on the floor with a dull metallic thump. "I'll just…leave this here!" Turning around, wild eyes settled on the male strapped to the chair, a grin spreading across his pointed features as he ran his metallic hand through his thinning hair, the ends smouldering and causing a small amount of light. Stepping closer he hunched slightly with the movement, his peg leg dragging slightly before he crouched down to make eye contact with his prisoner, hands on his knees. "G'day cobber!" he said, noting the scowl crossing the mans grizzled features, stepping back with another loud cackle ."Hooley Dooley, ol' Roadhog did a real number on you mate! Just look at that shiner that's a beauty!" his hands twitched at his side before he reached to touch the large bruising across the male's eye. Brown hues settled on the rodent furiously. Yanking his head away from the Rat's touch, his breathing became heavier as he bit back on his annoyance letting his lip curl into a smirk  "Aint nutin' compared te' what I'm gun' do t'ye when I get outta 'ere." He took a moment to draw a breath "An' just so we're clear…I'm not yer mate" the southern drawl of his words twisted into a growl, the tone only amusing the Australian even further. "Hahahaha! Now we're talkin'" he turned and hobbled past the captive towards a bundle of items set off to the side "Oo, what do have we here?" he said plucking the tattered cowboy hat and setting it on his head, whirling around and drawing finger guns with a wild grin "Howdy Partner!" he said, jokingly poking his left thumb through an invisible belt and awkwardly striding towards his captive, stopping to giggle before wilding firing his finger pistol around the room. He noted the annoyed look on his captive's face and turned back to the items "Oooo just look at this beauty!" plucking the silver revolver into view he admired it in the dim light before aiming it at the wall opposite and narrowing one eye "Finders keepers I reckn'.." "If y'all know what's good fer ye, you'll set that down and step off" Turning back to his captive he awkwardly dangled the weapon off his index finger, shifting his weight to once side "Oh yeah? And who's guna make me?" he grinned, trembling in anticipation, enjoying the fury in the man's features as he awaited a name. "Jesse McCree" The gruff, somewhat muffled, response certainly didn't come from the cowboy strapped to the chair, but from behind him. Whirling around his shoulders slumped as Roadhog entered the room, the large brute of a man easily carrying his large hook at his side, expression hidden by the mask. "Roadie! Must you ruin my fun?" Junkrat whined, watching as his partner in crime heavily sat down on one of the abandoned barrels with a grunt. "In case you forgot, this drongo is the reason we aren't rolling in cash right now!" The large man tugged a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and shoved it in Junkrats direction, watching the scrawny rodent pluck it from his grasp curiously "And what's this?" he asked, the paper rustling as he uncrumpled it. His eyes flew open before he spun towards McCree, holding the paper up and glancing from it to the gunslinger before a grin spread across his features. Jesse shifted his gaze from Roadhog to Junkrat, the wide-eyed expression that overtook the maniacs face told him exactly what the piece of paper was, the gunslinger leaning his head back and an exasperated sigh escape his lips. "You see this roadie?! We're rich! Filthy stinkin' rich!" The wanted poster was carelessly tossed in the air as Junkrat celebrated his new-found wealth, dancing around the gunslinger as the poster fluttered to the floor slowly. Jesse let a chuckle escape him, an amused smirk playing on his features as he relaxed in the chair. Well as much as a man bound to a chair could anyway. The laugh grabbed Junkrats attention immediately, the Junker in his face demanding to know what was so funny. "Y'all won't be gettin' a cent o' that reward money fellas" Jesse let a coy smile play on his bruised features, watching Junkrat try to work out why only to give up and demand answers from the cowboy. McCree kept silent, only answering when the Junker grabbed the front of his open shirt and practically spat the words into his face. Grimacing he tugged his face away from the Australian, wiping his cheek on his shoulder "Well if memory serves, there's a nice reward fer bringin' you fella's in too. I can't imagin' they'd be willin' to part with my reward money when you walk me in" he watched the realisation cross Junkrats face and stifled a chuckle. "Dammit! My riches! My money! My-" the grunt from Roadhog stopped the Rats rant, a nervous chuckle escaping him "I mean…our money" the approving snort from the hog settled his nerves, the anger returning "Grrrgh…now what do we do!" he asked, stamping his peg leg and folding his arms like a child throwing a tantrum. "We get rid of the problem. He's worth nothing to us now" Roadhog said, heaving himself to his feet and dragging his hook off the side. His heavy steps echoed slightly in the room, his breathing laboured as though every step was a struggle for the large man. The hook glinted threateningly in the light, the tip angled towards the cowboy who immediately began spouting his defence. "Now hold on!" he said, briefly tugging at his restraints again in the hopes of feeling some give in them. Brown hues stared at the hook which loomed closer and closer before the sharp tip was placed against his throat, threatening to pierce his flesh "Must be sumin' you fellas want?" he looked towards Junkrat briefly "Sumin' valuable?" The hope was to buy himself more time with the promise of valuables, the Junkers didn't know what he had in terms of possessions so it was time to make use of his silver tongue. "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Junrkat dove into view, shoving the hook away and ignoring the fact the hook snagged McCrees skin, a trickle of blood running down his neck. Pointed features, and the smell of burning were inches away from Jesses' "What sort of valuables we talking about cowboy?" Junkrat was leaning far too close for the gunslingers liking, more so because the Junker had placed both hands on each of Jesse's arms and was leaning heavily on them, sending a dull ache through the bones and muscles. "Well…" Jesse licked at his lips, reminded again how thirsty he was and pushing the thought to the back of his mind before glancing past the Junker and spying his Peacekeeper on the side "There's my gun fer starters…" he trailed off, wincing as Junkrat shoved backwards and scooped up the gun. "This?" he asked, sneering at the gun before laughing "Pah, it belongs on the scrap heap" he threw the gun carelessly across the room, the gun skittering across the floor out of sight "Next!" he barked. Jesse stared slack jawed as his gun was tossed aside, skittering under some old shelves out of sight. Trash? Anger was bubbling beneath his brown hues, not helped by the snapping of the Junkers thin, dirty fingers in front of his face. "Tick tock tick tock tick tock!" Junkrat giggled again "I'd hate to let old Pig face over there have another crack at ya" Jesse shook his head, strands of hair falling over his face as he desperately thought of something else he could offer as collateral for- he paused. What exactly was he offering collateral for? His freedom? His life? Time? He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and finally lifted his gaze back to the Junkers "I got an' old hoverbike y'all can have if ye' fancy it…" he could tell his offer was falling flat mid-sentence, the Junker yawning loudly. "Try again. Mate" he gestured towards Roadhog who twisted his hook, a reminder of what was to come if he failed to deliver something the Junkers deemed valuable. O O O O Jesse attempted to negotiate for another 10 minutes, everything he offered met with wayward comments or flat out rejected. The Junkers cared not for standard weapons, the cowboy couldn't offer them jewels and even attempting to falsify riches had just earned him another bone chilling laugh from the rat and a reminder to behave in the form of a fist to the gut from Roadhog. Staring down at the floor Jesse heaved a defeated sigh and shook his head "Y'all are impossible to bargain with fellas. I ain't got nuthin' else for ya…" he shrugged his shoulders, resigning himself to his fate. Junkrat had perched himself on an empty oil drum, mindlessly spinning McCree's hat around with his index finger as he listened to the cowboys offers. The gunslinger's words of defeat snapped him to attention, the hat carelessly frisbeed aside, skipping once off the floor before resting in the shadows "Aw, such a pity. Well you know what they say…if at first you don't succeed" he faltered for the rest of the saying "...blow it up again!" he jumped to his feet with another maniacal laugh before cracking his knuckles and skittering over to a box of wires and metal pieces practically throwing himself into the box before rooting around and tugging a circular item, which resembled a landmine, into view with a grin. Giddy with excitement, Jamison half stumbled back towards McCree, clumsily setting the device at the male's feet with a thump "This bombs for you!" Junkrat announced, cackling as the cowboy tried once again to yank free from his restraints, cussing at the pair while he did so. Junkrat turned his attention to Roadhog who was stood off to the side, gently running a large thumb over the hook edge and waiting for his moment with the cowboy. The Junker knew he and McCree had fought pretty hard and that the large man wanted his revenge on the cowboy. "He's all yours Roadie!" Junkrat said, leaping up onto the oil drum and swinging his legs, hunching forward and clasping his hands together, excitement etched on his features as Roadhog sauntered over, grabbing McCree by the jaw, tilting the chair back into its hind legs and raising the hook high above the defenceless cowboy. "I'm guna make you squeal" Hog spoke gruffly, enjoying the brief flash of fear in the cowboy's brown hues. Jesse forcibly settled his gaze into a determined frown, spitting at the hog "Fuckin' do yer worst Bacon bits!" he spat defiantly. Clearly his insult hit a nerve as the hook was tossed aside and instead a large fist collided with his face. The other large hand kept itself fastened around his jaw, his restraints stopping him from retaliating or defending himself as the Hog landed blow after blow. He felt his nose break after the second collision, a rib crack after the third blow to his chest and was spitting up blood after the fifth blow to his abdomen. Despite the pain he was in, Jesse had bit down hard on his tongue so to speak, not even a squeak of pain escaping his lips. Instead his brown hues burned with furious defiance. He wouldn't allow these Junkers the satisfaction of hearing his cries of pain, he wouldn't beg for his life. O O O O As Roadhog collected his hook from the floor, Jesse was granted a brief reprieve from the onslaught, taking the moment to catch his breath. Every inhale sent shockwaves of pain through his torso, each inhale a heaved wheezing sound before he hawked back another ball of bloody phlegm and spat it aside. A large shadow loomed over him once again, the Hog stood before him with the Hook in his grip. "Got somthin' to say cowboy?" the gruff voice drew a tired smile from McCree. Brown hues lifting slowly from the floor, his tired gaze settling on the hog as he shook his head slowly, dark tendrils already threatening to swarm his vision. "I aint got nuthin' more to say to you, pork chop" he rasped the words before he let his head lull back, a cocky smirk etched his face as he lost consciousness, Roadhog angrily raising his Hook at the remark. "Hold on!" Junkrat half fell off the oil barrel in his attempt to approach, scrawny limbs reaching to stop the hook much to the annoyance of the larger Junker. "You've got a lot of nerve interrupting me Jamison…." Roadhog growled, watching as the Junker scuttled about the cowboy with an air of excitement about him. "Okay okay, I know…but look!" he said with a grin. "So?" Roadhog snorted with a shrug. "Its valuable! And sooo shiny…." Junkrat grinned, his eyes glinting like a magpie as looked back to Roadhog. "You want that?" Roadhog asked, shaking his head with an annoyed snort as Junkrat nodded eagerly "Fine, stay here" Roadhog tossed his hook aside and left his partner in crime alone with the cowboy for a few minutes. O O O O Jesse awoke to the sound of insane giggling. The world blurring into focus he let a groan of pain escape him, his head moving briefly and his lips smacking together still desperate for some form of fluid to quench his thirst. "Hurry Roadie! He's waking up!" The urgent tone in Junkrats voice drew a frown to the cowboy's face as he tried to lift his chin from his chest, grunting as his neck protested the movement, muscles stiff from being hunched for so long. It was then he felt his left arm being yanked around, free from the restraints and yet being manhandled by larger hands than his own. Rolling his gaze over he noticed the two Junkers eagerly strapping his arm to a flat table they had wheeled over "What're ya doin' now?" McCree slurred, trying to tug it right hand up to rub at his eyes only to be reminded by the sharp tug of the restraint tugging further into his skin, that he was still a prisoner. Junkrat chuckled to himself "You had something valuable after all mate, once we have it we'll let you go." The snigger that escaped the rat unsettled McCree, but with his mind still struggling to process his surroundings brown hues closed against his will. The strap was tugged tight against his wrist, the other further up his arm tested to ensure it was tight before the Junkers appeared to be ready to begin "All set. Ready Roadie?" Junkrat eagerly drummed his fingertips together and licked his lips as he waited for the Hog to begin. "You're sure about this Jamison?" Hog asked roughly. The Junkers robotic hand planted itself on his scrawny frame, a false look of offense crossing his features "And what would make you think I'm not 100% certain hog?" "Well for starters, it's a left arm" Hog grunted, the two Junkers looking to each other then to the limb and back again. "So?" "What are you going to do with a left arm?" Roadhog asked, snorting once and clearing his throat as Junkrat took a moment to ponder the question. "Ah…well. I know exactly what I'll use it for…" Jamison trailed off, tapping his chin thoughtfully before an idea came to mind "Simple! I'll keep it spare. Never know when I might need it! Besides, whose to say it doesn't have some nice parts I can use to upgrade this rickety bunch o' bolts" he wiggled the robotic fingers on his right hand, the joints loose and creaking in places. It was actually remarkable a digit or two didn't fall off with the motion. "Makes sense I guess…" Roadhog said with a shrug, plucking a large blade from the table beside him. "Now that's a knife!" Junkrat said before his trademark cackle filled the air. O O O O Jesse had been teetering on the verge of unconsciousness when the blade carved into his arm. Immediately his eyes flew open as pain tore through his arm, his instinctive reaction to yank the robotic limb away met with resistance from the leather straps tying it to the table. "The fuck! What the hell!" his voice echoed in the room as the blade was lifted briefly, reangled and driven deep into his flesh, a cry of pain ripping free from the cowboy's lips. His body writhed, desperate for release, seeking to pull his arm towards him and cradle it until the pain went away. The restraints began to cut into his exposed flesh as he fought and bucked as much as he could. "You said you'd give us something valuable…no take backs!" Junkrat laughed over the cowboy's yells of pain, watching as Roadhog twisted the blade, trying to sever wires from nerves and grunting with exertion, blood splattering the blade and pooling across the table. The thick crimson liquid dripping off the sides and adding another stain to the floor. "Ya…ya'll…a…are fuckin'…insane…" McCree panted, gritting his teeth and biting down on another cry of agony. His breathing was becoming laboured, images of when he originally lost his arm flickering behind his eyelids every time he squeezed his eyes shut. The loud thumping of his heart was drowning out the sounds around him, blood pulsating in his ears, driving a pounding headache through his head so powerful he thought his skull would split open. Another nerve was severed from his arm "FUCKIN' STOP IT!" he bellowed, spit flying from his lips, his head tossed back as he yelled his plea to the ceiling "PLEASE! STOP!" he wanted unconsciousness to take him, but his adrenaline was sky high, his heart pumping so fast in panic that he feared it would bust from his chest. He was going to have to sit through the torture, sit through seeing the gleeful expression on Junkrats face, endure the stench of his own sweat, fear and blood in the air and hear his own scream reverberating off the walls accompanied by the heavy breathing from the Hog and cackle from the rat. This was what hell was like he decided. He also decided that if he got out of this alive he was going to make the pair of Junker pay severely for the pain they had caused him Sweat had pooled under his arms, soaking his torso, back and was running down the side of his face in beads. His complexion was paling with every twist of the knife, his stomach flipping as he felt nerves and tendons popping beneath the blade as Roadhog forced it through his arm, twisting violently. His voice was so hoarse from yelling it was actually surprising when tape was slapped down across his mouth by the hog. "Peace and quiet!" The Hog had snarled before resuming the torture. Screams muffled by the tape, McCree could only stare in horror as the hog continued his clumsy assault to remove his robotic limb. Why did Mercy have to fuse it with his nerves, why couldn't it be something simpler? His thoughts were interrupted as the blade was roughly inserted against and pushed to try and pry the limb off, another cry of pain muffled by the tape as light-headedness washed over him. O O O O He lost track of time, the pain exhausting, his yells of agony barely registering as anything above a rough groan. His head rested on his shoulder, his pale complexion highlighting the bruising from his earlier beating and complementing the sheen of sweat that soaked his face. Chestnut hair was plastered to his head, brown hues rimmed with dark circles and the whites of his eyes heavily bloodshot as he stared down at his mutilated arm. The metal limb was smeared with varying shades of crimson blood, the mixture of drying and fresh doing little to hide the mess the Hog had made trying to get the limb away from its owner. "You tried-" "Yes…" Hog growled his response, tossing the dull blade aside with a clatter and letting out a grunt of thought. "Wow I'm surprised you're still awake after all that mate!" Junkrat tapped the side of McCrees face with a grin, pouting theatrically at the weak groan that escaped the former Overwatch agent "I think he's upset with us Roadie…." He said before chuckling to himself, his laugh cut short as something exploded in the distance, drawing both Junkers attention towards the door. "What was that?!" Jamison was immediately twitchy and limped towards the door, grabbing his gun on route. "Keep going, I'll go check it out" he said before leaving the Hog and the Cowboy alone. Roadhog began to unfasten the limbs restraints, lifting the metal limb off the table and examining it, ignoring the whimpers of pain escaping from its attached owner, merely dropping it back on the table. McCree let out a pained yell which quickly tapered off before he looked at the Hog, resting his eyes for a moment. At this rate, the gunslinger just wanted them to lop the dam thing off and leave, they were dragging it out far too much. The door was opened with a hurry and slammed shut, Junkrat resting his back against it with wide eyes "Roadie we have company!" Roadhog grunted in annoyance "How many?" he asked "4…5 maybe" Junkrat edged away from the door, cocking his gun with a grin ready to fight as Roadhog stepped away to grab his own weapons "Let's go" he said gruffly, turning to leave only to pause as Junkrat scuttled in front of him and stopped him. "Hold on, we're leaving?" he asked, seeming irked to not be leaping full on into an attack. "Yeah, we're outnumbered. Come on Rat" Hog moved to push past the Junker only to stop at the Australians protests "But…but my….our treasure!" Junkrat looked back with a frown "We can't leave empty handed Hog! We walk away now and everything we've worked for will go up in flames! I can see it now first this, then our next big heist will-" a large hand was placed over the Junkers mouth to silence him. "Urgh do you ever shut up!" Roadhog growled the retort before shoving his gun into Junkrats arms as he pushed past and headed back towards McCree. Jesse let his eyes open again, sensing the large shadow loom over him once again. Strands of hair had fallen over his eyes as the expressionless pig mask stared down at him. Moments of silence before the hog grabbed the robotic limb with both hands and began to pull. The pain ripped through his arm and into his shoulder like an electric shock, driving fresh screams of agony from the cowboy's lips, his words muffled by the tape. He stared up at the Hog, yelling and yelling through the tape, as the limb was jerked around violently, yanked and tugged like a dog playing tug of war with a chew toy. He could feel wires and nerves severing violently, feel them popping beneath his skin, wires ripping themselves free as far up as his shoulders. A large hand was placed over his face, the hog making a final effort to rip his arm away. Jesse squeezed his eyes shut, crying out into the tape as Roadhog pulled hard, the tension building more and more, driving the pain into his shoulder and shock waving it through his spine. His vision was turning white, his senses fading as he felt unconsciousness wash over him slowly when the final set of wires and nerves severed and the limb was ripped free, the tugging ceasing. McCree slumped in the chair, gasping for breath, his chest heaving and tears escaping the corners of his eyes, meeting with the beads of sweat running down from his brow. His body began to tremble, brown hues staring vacantly at the pool of blood on the floor, the cowboy becoming dead to his surroundings as shock settled in. "Here" Roadhog tossed the bloodied robotic limb towards Junkrat nonchalantly, the Junker catching it and clutching it to his chest with a mad laugh before waving it around in front of McCree's face "Ta for the helping hand mate!" Junkrat cackled at his own joke before hearing approaching footsteps. "Crikey, we'd best move. Come on Roadie!" he handed the hog his gun, the pair fleeing the building with only minutes to spare. O O O O "Hostiles located, engaging targets!" The door was forced open, two Overwatch agents barrelling into the room with their weapons drawn and stern looks on their faces as they looked for the Junkers. At the helm was Fareeha Amari, drafted when Overwatch was recalled a few months prior. She held a pistol in her hand as opposed to her standard rocket launcher for once and was dressed in standard Overwatch blue, her dark hues scanning the area. Behind her Lena Oxton stood with both pulse pistols drawn and a serious expression etched on her brow before she glanced back "All clear luvs" shooting a smile at the two new recruits as they entered the room. Hana Song was quick to enter with her pistol at her side, Lucio skating in with a gentle pump of music radiating from him designed to increase the teams speed. "Any sign of those Junkers?" Hana asked raising her pistol before Lena shook her head. "What about Eastwood? Athena seemed pretty certain that we'd find him-" "Lucio!" Fareeha yelled out for the medic urgently, having moved on further into the room alone. The three agents shot each other alarmed looked before the Brazilian DJ boosted his song and the trio raced towards the voice, Hana and Lena skidding to a halt at the sight of Fareeha cutting an unconscious Jesse from the chair. "McCree? McCree can you hear me?" Fareeha let concern cross her features as she cut through the last of the tape and removed the tape from his mouth. Her hands gently placing themselves against the agent's cheeks and lifting his head "Jesse?" she said urgently, glancing over her shoulder "Lucio, come here!" she called, the DJ quick to skate over and switch his song to the healing melody they all knew. Hana nervously began biting her fingernails, the state of the cowboy unsettling her "This is all my fault…." She said quietly, feeling Lena place a hand on her shoulder, the Brit shaking her head sternly "It is, if I hadn't been over confident those Junkers wouldn't have gotten the drop on me and McCree wouldn't have had to step in" she placed her hand to her lips, biting down on her quivering lip. "It's not your fault luv, sometimes things happen for a reason. Besides, no matter what the circumstance McCree would have stepped in to help anyone. It's what he does" Lena said with a soft smile before looking back towards the cowboy and spotting the missing robotic limb "You know I blamed myself for him loosing his arm all those years back?" she said, noting the surprise on Hana's face "He came for me. It was my first mission with Overwatch, he shouldn't have even been in the area but despite everything he was there and fought for humans, omnics and Overwatch." She took a moment to adjust her visor "The mission was a success, but to ensure the hostages and I got out safely he drew enemy fire. I don't know the full details, he never told us but something happened and the entire south side of the power station went up. When we found him he was trapped and badly injured, so Genji and I had to-" she paused to draw a breath "-we had to amputate his arm to save his life. He lost his arm protecting people, protecting me and for so long I believed myself responsible" she said softly, watching as Fareeha and Lucio began to look over the cowboy's injuries. "Wasn't he angry with you?" Hana asked Lena chuckled "Oh he was furious for a while, but he needed time to look at everything. He accepted what happened, even thanked Genji and I for saving his life that day. It takes a lot to piss Jesse off, trust me" she smiled at the young Korean "You're not at fault Hana, and Jesse won't blame you for this" she said, glad to see Hana seemed to accept the small pep talk. O O O O "Hey Eastwood, you hear us alright?" Lucio asked, crouching down slightly and boosting the song to increase its intensity. The gentle yellow glow sending a small shudder through the fully healed agents as they watched their comrade for signs of consciousness. Fareeha taking the opportunity to ease him off the chair with Lucio's help, placing his back against the wall nearby instead. The pair crouching beside him and trying to rouse him. Jesse slowly opened his eyes, panic coursing through him immediately, his brain screaming at him to fight back now that the tightness of the restraints around his torso and legs were absent. Lashing out, his right arm was caught easily by Fareeha and pinned to his side only increasing his state of panic. "Jesse! Jesse!" the familiar yell of his name snapped his attention to the female who had pinned his arms to his sides so as prevent him lashing out, dark hues meeting his before he looked around. "You're safe now Jesse" Fareeha said with a small smile, watching the cowboy glance back to her before he exhaled in utter relief and relaxed against the wall with shuddering breaths. His brown hues drifted to his mangled left arm, a pained noise escaping him as he squeezed his eyes shut and looked away. "It's ok Eastwood, we'll get you patched up in no time" Lucio said with a grin, boosting his healing melody yet again, the song radiating from the DJ "Just rest up, let the beat do its job" he said, subtly bobbing his head in time with the music. Fareeha bit hard on her bottom lip, taking a moment to assess the state of the male before her. He was littered in bruises, cuts and that's without even looking at the mess of where his robotic limb had resided. "What the hell did they do to you Jesse?" she regretted asking the question immediately, the words having blurted past her lips without so much as a forethought. Jesse drew a slow breath, looking to Fareeha with a heavy expression. "Hell" he rasped, his voice scratched beyond recognition from his constant yelling and desperate need for a drink. He let his head lean back, thudding gently against the wall "They put me thru' hell" he wheezed, letting his eyes rest. Fareeha nodded gently at his words, placing her hand on his and glancing back to Hana and Lena, concern etched across her features "Take all the time you need Jesse, we'll get you home once you're ready" she said before glancing back to the cowboy and brushing strands of hair away from his face. The Junkers would pay for the suffering they caused. A simple glance to the other Overwatch members in the room told Fareeha that she wouldn't be alone in this conquest. All four of them, and no doubt Jesse included would want to see the two Aussies pay for what they had done.

[maximus-arcus-inimicus]

A light blush dusted Max’s face, melting under the spy’s charming smile. “Oooo I’ll take you up on that offer~ Strawberries would be very much welcome, grapes and peaches are also acceptable tributes,” the emperor joked, hiding how flustered he was over someone paying attention to his interests with humor.

Your favourite food and food that you hate?

“Mmm nothing specific but almost any type of pasta or fruit will win me over~ There’s not one in particular I hate most of all, mostly just some vegetables and foods with textures I can’t stand,” Max made a face to dramatize his point.