#I NEED TO BEAM IT DIRECTLY FROM MY BRAIN INTO ALL OF YOURS WHY DO I GOTTA MAKE STUFFFFFFF

[velvetwyrme]

sniffs. to be able to talk abt my aus and ocs i have to. make stuff to post about them. like wdym yall cant just read my mind and unspool my thoughts.

this is a thought i have frequently and no i havent posted abt literally any of them since the last time i thoguht abt iy agdkgjwlengghdkfbdk

[bouncybongfairy]

Stress Relief

Bakugou x Fem Reader

Summary: Aizawa offers you extra credit to tutor Bakugou for an upcoming test. Need I say more?

Word Count: 1.5k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Oral Female & Male Receiving, Facial.

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Sitting in your room and dissociating never felt so good. It was finally the end of the week and you felt properly chewed up and spit out. Muscles were sore and brain was fried, all you wanted to do was sit in silence. Emptying out your backpack and organizing everything on to your desk. The stress you were under was slowly chipping away at you. Hearing a knock at the door made your eyes roll, the last thing you wanted was to interact with anyone. Wiping the scowl off your face, you go to greet the unwanted guest. The feelings of annoyance quickly turned into insecurity once you saw it was Aizawa and Bakugou. Trying to casually fix your appearance as he began speaking in his monotone voice. 

“Hello, sorry I didn’t mean to come to your dorm directly but this is a time sensitive matter. Bakugou needs a passing grade on this next test, I’m willing to bump your grade up 5% if you agree to help,” he explains, making Bakugou’s frown deepen. 

“Oh of course, we can start right now,” you said, practically beaming. Having your grade pushed up five percent was a God sent gift at this point in the semester. 

“Wonderful, Bakugou, please try to be open to the tutoring,” Aizawa said before walking away. 

You gestured for him to come in, made you feel nervous watching him take in the room. All your posters and collectables are now starting to feel a little dorky. Not really sure what to say, you just sat in silence as he took in your room. You were pretty soft spoken and he was anything but that. It often worried you seeing how dark he was. It was so apparent that his anger issues were coming from a deep wound from the past. When all your friends would gossip, they talked about him with such vascularity and objectification was quite sad. As much as you tried to discourage this, there were times you agreed. The intimidating look he always had written across his face. The way his pent up rage came out during combat training. 

It frustrated you knowing that he could overpower you. Any time you were paired to spar, he always managed to out maneuver you. Pinning you to the ground or wall. As much as it affected the confidence you had in your combat abilities, it made you feel warm and fuzzy. The last time the two of you were sparing, he grabbed your forearm so hard it left a bruise in the shape of his hand. You stared at it in the mirror for a while, confused why you liked it so much. Running your fingertips over the purple and brown blotches. Thinking about the way he looked into your eyes when throwing you to the ground. Walking away with no care or regard for you physically or mentally. It made you melt even though you’d never admit it. The two of you were sitting at your desk, helping him with his English assignment; he was getting frustrated and you were enjoying it a little too much.

“That just doesn’t make any fucking sense. The assignment was to summarize the fucking article. I don’t have to talk about my feelings about it, it’s not even specified!” he said, raising his voice. 

“I could understand you don’t want to give your opinion on it but the teacher isn’t going to accept it until you do. You’re being ridiculous,” you huffed the last part under your breath. 

“Excuse me?” he asked, folding his arms. 

“Nothing, i’m just saying the assignment-” you started but became interrupted. 

“No, go on. Explain why I’m ridiculous, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows and grinding his teeth. 

“You are ridiculous. Are you so ignorant that you don’t understand how lazy you are? You act like academics is optional and that you can rely solely on your combat. Nobody else will, so I'll be the first to tell you: Thinking physical prowess will get you where you wanna be is stupid and delusional,” you say, starting to pack his papers up. 

“If anyone is stupid and delusional it’s you, we both know the real reason you accepted this little study session,” he scoffs standing up. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, knowing exactly what he was implying. 

“Do you think I don’t notice you staring at me? Finding any opportunity to throw yourself at me. I can only imagine what runs through your head while you watch me. I have an idea by the way your cheeks flush and your pupils get wide. The way your body shakes when we spar. It’s stupid and delusional for you to think I'd ever want anything more than your body,” he said, now backing you against the wall.

You weren’t sure what to think, part of you felt like this was him showing his interest in you. Another part of you was worried he was just being cruel. Like he was stringing you along, trying to make you look desperate just to pull away.

“Interesting way to say you want my body, if you wanted me that bad you could just ask,” you patronize. 

“I wouldn’t have too,” he said, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you against the desk. 

You were now halfway sitting on the edge of the desk. Legs dangling off, separated by him grinding against you. Letting go of your hair, holding your face in his hands. The kiss was sloppy and wet, not being able to get enough of each other’s touch. You reached down and ran your hands up his back towards his shoulder. Lightly scratching down as he started kissing your neck. Nipping and sucking hickies on you, his heavy breathing giving your body goosebumps. Your hands begin to wander, fingers dipping into the back of his pants. Tracing all the way around, stopping when you felt his happy trail. He sits back on the office chair and stares you down. This makes you blush, sliding off  and onto your knees. Your body was slightly under the desk, he took your glasses off and set them down.. 

Genuinely being gentle, which made you feel more safe to be vulnerable and vulgar. Taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. He moaned softly as he collected your hair in his hand. Using the other to stroke your cheek and face. Eventually you start bobbing your head up and down. Looking up and watching his reaction, he huffs and grunts that pour out of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed together and sweat started to bead on his forehead. Feeling him get harder and harder as things started getting more sloppy. His hands were getting rougher, both of them now laced in your hair. Helping fuck your head down on his shaft faster. Cursing and moaning, starting to buck his hips. Making you gag around and spit around his cock. He pulls you by the hair off him with a loud pop sound. Grabbing himself to smack and rub his tip against your lips as he tips over the edge. Covering your mouth and chin with his cum. 

Expecting him to be done but being taken off guard when he grabs your jaw. Bringing you to his level and smashes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, being taken completely by surprise from how brazen he was being. He pulls away, a mix of saliva and his cum dripping down both your mouths. Standing up, he grabs your waist and lifts you on the desk. Sitting back down and spreading your legs, using his fingers to massage your clit. Moving down and eventually pushing a finger inside you. Bringing his lips down and starting to eat you out. Flicking his tongue, moaning as he felt you tighten around his fingers. Increasing the speed of both his hands and mouth. Stroking himself off, seeing you in so much pleasure was making his cock feel touch starved. Reaching your hands down and pulling and yanking. His hair was sweaty and you could feel him breathing hard against your core. 

You tried holding back your orgasm as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the pleasure before becoming overly sensitive. He pushes a third finger which makes you fall  over the edge. Feeling the walls of your cunt spasm and tighten makes him cum for a second time. Standing from his chair, rubbing his tip against your clit while continuing to finger you. Making eye contact as his warm cum covers your lower stomach. Resting your foreheads together, trying to catch your breath. He almost dozed off but eventually realized it was getting late. You were passed out, not wanting to wake you up, he carries you to the bed. Grabbing a towel and wiping you down. He didn’t want to go through your clothes, so he slipped his tee-shirt over you. Walking out in his tanktop, Kirishima gave him a side eye as he left your room.

[eclipseberrycake]

Top Shelf (Support! Reader x Sprout)

AN: Oooh mr. Seedly. I love making you all fall in love with my version of Sprout >:) Then requesting more Sprout >:) Then I get to write more Sprout >:)

This is a request!

☁ Now, now, now. A support toon.

☁ Hear me out. An ability like Gigi, but instead of getting the objects yourself, you give a random object to a toon of your choice.

☁ Of course, you give this to Sprout, all the time. Because it's funny.

☁ Imagine he's hiding from a twisted behind a box and is suddenly pelted by gumballs falling from the air above him, your giggles falling away.

☁ Just as he goes to yell at you, the twisted spots him and he's left running to lose them, glaring at you as you snicker from your own hiding place.

☁ Sprout is an overprotective guy, we've established well enough, and this ability kind of pisses him off.

☁ Why is he taking something, especially when luck strikes and it's something like a band or a med-kit, when it could be going to you?

☁ A part of him knows that this is your way of showing affection however. You do what you can to protect him while he's always giving you heals whenever needed. It's a give and take really.

☁ I haven't really touched on it directly in the MBC works, but Sprout is a touchy guy. He loves just touching for no reason. But he's a jerk when he does it/ affectionate

☁ He's leaning on you like you're a table, messing with your head, using his hands to steer your shoulders wherever he wants, holding you like one would hold a cat, crouching down to talk face-to-face with you even if the height difference isn't that great.

☁ He even does that thing where he holds your forehead with one hand while the other holds something out of your reach.

☁ Like I'm sorry but I love the Lovers who are actually each others biggest haters. It's so funny to me.

☁ Don't get me wrong, if you're with Sprout, you're probably returning it tenfold.

☁ You call him over for tapes only to take them the second he's close enough to do so (Oooh ginger mains when I CATCH YOU GINGER MAINS-), running off giggling even if he's quick enough to catch you. You're making sure you're using your ability when he's in the worst situation, making him stumble to catch the bottle of pop as Twisted Teagan chases him down.

☁ It's all in good fun, trust.

☁ You guys probably get together because he's talking to Cosmo about his feelings an Cosmo goes "You want me to set you up with them?" And like a FOOL, he agrees. So, in the elevator where it's isolated with no escape route, Cosmo SCREAMS across the elevator. "HEY Y/N SPROUT LIKES YOU!"

☁ He would throttle the cake roll yet.

☁ He nearly did when you turned at the sound of your name from your conversation with Glisten, who hides his laugh behind his hand. You're cheeks immediately flush as your brain computes the knowledge given to you and Sprout wants to crawl into a hole and die.

☁ And then you laugh. It's slow little giggles and then hearty laughter that makes his stomach flip hearing it. You shake your head before beaming. "I would hope so, as far as I'm aware, we've been dating for months."

☁ Which was news to him. He gapes as Cosmo cackles, patting Sprout's back before running into the newly opened room. The only two left in the elevator are him and you. You watch the others leave, before stepping just enough the elevator won't kick you out, watching Sprout as he steps beside you.

☁ He avoids your eyes as he scratches the back of his neck, his own seeded cheeks turning a more ruby red. You grin at him, gently taking his hand. "What's wrong, Seedly?"

☁ All signs of the bashful, shy Sprout are immediately dashed as he deadpans at you, raising a brow ridge at the use of his name. You smirk up at him again, nudging him with a shoulder.

☁ "Did you really think we were dating?" He suddenly asks and your face falls. It makes his own gut twist as he goes to try and rectify it, but you're already talking, trying to take your hand back. "I'm so sorry, did I read the signs all wrong? I thought when you mentioned feeling closed to me a couple weeks ago-"

☁ He had done that. He mentioned being closest with you weeks ago, and was going confess then, but wussed out. To know now, that you took it that way anyway? His hands tighten around yours. "I was!" He blurts. "I was going to, admittedly." He frowns at this even as you stop trying to pull away. "I chickened out, but I do like you. A lot. I did then and I do now."

☁ You stare at him before letting out a sigh of relief, shaking your head with a grin. "Oh, Mr. Seedly-"

☁ "Well if you're calling me that-" Sprout is the one to try and pull away this time, making you giggle as you try and grab him again, saying all sorts of denials and apologies through your laughter.

☁ He lets you grab his cheeks, staring into the pools of your eyes with a dopey grin on his face. Sure Cosmo was being chased by a twisted right now, but he'd be fine. He deserved it. At least for a little.

☁ "Can I kiss you?" You ask suddenly, and his cheeks burn a bright red, only able to mindlessly nod his head. You reach up and press a kiss to his lips, only a quick peck, but he swears fireworks go off somewhere.

☁ You grin at him once more and there's suddenly something much heavier and cylindrical in his hands. You're waving as you run off, and he's left staring between his hand, which now holds a can of pop, and you're retreating form before laughing at himself and what's he's gotten himself into before turning to save Cosmo.

☁ Cosmo gives him all sorts of scoldings in the elevator after the fact, but Sprout can't even find it in himself to care, leaning his chin on your head even as you swat at him.

☁ He does love your ability, let me add, he just wishes sometimes you'd use it in a better time. There are times however when it's perfect.

☁ He doesn't distract often, not if he can help it, but when he does and he feels himself running on empty, only for a bottle of pop to appear? He's forever thankful. Or when he's been too busy healing everyone else, he doesn't realize he himself has been hit until he's being smoked with a bandage box.

☁ In return, he throws cupcakes at you.

☁ All in the names of healing.

☁ He's such a turd sometimes I swear.

[kingdomhate]

Painting Your Nails with Them Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker:

It was an unusual request, he would give you that. There wasn't many times where you had requested Ani to do something you usually engaged in by yourself, but you figured what harm could come from asking him to paint your nails for you?

"Is that what you want me to do?" He asked, the cocky grin on his face. "Yes! It'll be cute, Ani, pleaseeeee." He sighed, feigning irritation. "Ughhhhhhh, fine." He said, teasingly rolling his eyes. You threw a pillow at him, aimed directly for his face. It hit him and he let out a mockingly pained grunt, falling to the floor overdramatically. "Oh, please. It won't even take long! Plus, you can pick out any color from my collection." Anakin perked up at that, getting up and moving over to the colors you had purchased and liked over the years.

Once Ani had picked one that he liked, he went over to you, grabbing all of the supplies you had gathered for your nails. He sat in front of you, taking your hand into his. His skin was warm and soft. His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he lightly stroked the brush onto your nail, over and over, recoating as many times as he needed or felt was needed. When he was finished, he brought the hand he was working on to rest on any nearby surfaces, letting it dry. "There ya go. Not bad, huh?" Anakin said, leaning back and crossing his arms. He was pretty sure he had done amazingly.

You looked at your now dried nails and took a moment to take them in. It was not bad. Better than you thought. "Color goes well with your skin." He said, smiling at you. You smiled back. "I love them." Before leaning in to a sweet, passionate kiss.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Once Obi had returned from one of his journeys, reported back to the Council with his findings, he returned to you. He pulled you into a hug, and kissed you deeply, you both prepared dinner together and ate together before you ran him a bath as you always did.

"Hey, Obi?" You had asked, sitting beside the tub, absentmindedly drawing playing with his dirty, golden blonde hair. He had his eyes closed as he allowed the warm water to soak into his skin and wash away the dirt from his mission. "Hm?" He hummed in acknowledgement to your question. "Would you let me paint your nails, or something?" You proposed to him, and he opened his eyes, his vividly blue eyes trained on you with curiosity. "Yes, I would. But why? I'm not sure the council would allow it, per se."

You had expected this; it was an iffy subject. "I thought it would be fun, something you might like. What if I did it when you were away from the council, on one of your missions?" Obi-Wan's eyes unfocused, as he was in thought. "Yes, that might work."

And so, you began your work when he had gotten dressed and freshened up in the bathroom. He picked a simple neutral color, as this was the first time you'd painted his nails, so he picked the safe option. You worked diligently for roughly around 30 minutes, and when you finished you stretched and encouraged him to take a look. Obi-Wan was stunned when he had seen how there were virtually no mistakes, and the color needed only 2 coats to really pop.

"It's lovely." He beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, glad he liked it.

Luke Skywalker:

Luke had seen how his aunt and uncle were so affectionate with each other, as if their love had just begun and maybe it had, but when he saw his uncle painting his aunt's fingernails with some color she had adored, he knew he had to do it with you.

"Y\N! Y\N!" He called, running with the idea fresh in his brain to you, who was currently fixing one of the haul's of droids. "What is it, Luke?" You asked, not taking your eyes off of what you were doing. "I saw my uncle painting my aunt's nails, and I thought of you. Is that something you like?" You were interested by what he said, so you stopped what you were doing and turned to him "Of course it is!"

A goofy grin plastered itself on Luke's face and he immediately scrambled back to ask his aunt for any nail polish colors she had, when she asked why he said it was something he wanted to recreate with you. She smiled fondly at him and handed her all of the colors she had. Luke thanked her and skipped off to present them to you. "Oh, wow, these are beautiful-" You begin before Luke cuts you off. "I was thinking we could do all of them on each finger!"

You nod, surprised but liking the idea and Luke immediately got to work. He was diligent as he put the brush to your nail and when he was done you were speechless at the job he had done. He smiled that goofy ass smile that he always had around you, and you suddenly gripped his hands and the brush, working to return the favor with a smile.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Burning Love

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 26. Burning Fandom: MCU, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, f!reader Summary: When you and Bucky are captured, HYDRA scientists try to force you to use your powers to kill him. But you refuse to hurt the man you love, regardless of how much pain it may cause you... Word Count: 2171 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Burning, Torture, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Inflicted Wounds, Laser Beams, Damaged Vision, Bucky Carries Reader, Happy Ending Notes: Thank you to @ohtobeleah for looking this over for me 💞 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

“Doll, please, open your eyes.” The desperation in Bucky’s voice as he pleads with you breaks your heart, but it’s better than the alternative if you comply with his wishes.

You twitch your head as much as the leather restraint across your forehead will allow, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Through gritted teeth, you grunt, “Not gonna happen, Sarge.”

The pain coursing through you is horrible, but knowing what it would do to Bucky if you gave in is enough to make it bearable—somewhat. Unlike his body, yours is more equipped to handle the damage caused by the laser beams you can shoot from your eyes. While it has taken maybe an hour to get to this point—where your eyelids and surrounding skin are charred, bubbly, and blackened like a flamed-broiled marshmallow—you would have cut through Bucky’s flesh in seconds. Which is why you are fighting so hard to protect him from your open eyes. 

“Turn it off,” a frustrated voice growls behind you. “We'll have to try something else.”

The searing sensation in your eyes disappears and you shift against the numerous restraints holding you into the metal chair. It feels so violating to have these HYDRA scientists hooking you up to their machinery, digging through your brain, and activating your beams as they see fit. You wonder if this is how Bucky used to feel back when he was the Winter Soldier.

As the scientists fiddle with the equipment behind you, you hear a tender voice call out to you. “Are you okay?”

“Right as rain,” you mumble. “How you doing, Buck?” The last thing you saw before you began forcing yourself to keep your eyes closed was Bucky being strapped into his own chair directly across from you.

“Horrible. Watching you barbeque yourself just to spare me…Doll, you can’t keep doing this. You won’t survive it much longer.”

You gave him a wry chuckle. “I’ve been accidentally burning myself with these things my entire life. I can take it.”

“For how long?” You don’t answer. “Please, look at me. I need to see you’re okay behind all of this.”

As much as you want nothing more in this world than to stare into Bucky’s loving gaze one last time, it’s not worth the potential cost. “I can’t. They could turn them back on at any second and…I can’t risk it.” 

“I’m not worth all the pain they’re putting you through. I don’t deserve this kind of sacrifice—not after everything I’ve done.”

Smiling in his direction, you whisper, “When will you stop blaming yourself for what they made you into and see the man you truly are? The man I love.”

It sounds like Bucky is about to say something else but, before he can, an angry voice from behind you barks out, “I’m tired of this game. Increase the power.”

Bucky screams, “No!”

Suddenly, the pain behind your eyes increases exponentially and the pressure within your head becomes unbareable. An inhuman screech is ripped from your lips. Something in your vocal cords snaps under the strain. You smell the faint whiff of burning hair mixed in with your cooking flesh and wonder if the last of your eyelashes have finally been seared off. Your bare toes scrap against the cold concrete as they involuntarily curl as all the muscles in your body contract. Every other part of your body is restrained by the straps holding you down, but you begin violently shaking as the tension within you becomes too great.

The small part of your mind that’s still coherent wonders if your eyes roll back into your head if you’ll fry your brain and end this torture. Maybe it is worth it to try.

You have no idea how long they keep your beams on this time—all your remaining focus and energy is on keeping your eyes closed. Bucky is screaming, crying, begging, but his voice sounds echoey and far away so you can’t make out his words. You aren’t sure what HYDRA will do to him once you’re gone, but you pray he fights them with everything he has.

Finally, the machine behind you is flipped off and your body sags against your restraints. Without them, you know you’d topple to the floor, no longer possessing the energy to hold yourself up. Everything hurts now, not just your eyes. But you’re still alive which means you aren’t done fighting.

You hear footsteps approaching and you recognize the voice of the man in charge as he curses, kicking one of the legs of your chair. “This is ridiculous. How many of you fucking idiots does it take to make her kill the Soldier? Just pry her eyes open, clamp them in place, and turn the machine back on.”

You grin weakly, feeling blood dripping down your chin where you had bit your tongue. With your ruined voice, you croak, “You can try, but the second any of you put a finger near my eyes, I’m burning it off.” 

The man beside you yanks on the restraint across your forehead, tightening it to the point you feel bones crack. You let out a soft whimper as the man growls, “Fine. We’ll turn it up to full power and leave it on. Let her burn completely through her eyelids. Then we’ll get the results we want.” You hear him turn and march away.

For the first time, your resolve wavers as a small sob bubbles up in your chest. Your body may be resistant to your beams and can repair wounds sustained from them, but it takes time. If these scientists can make you burn through your eyelids—and based on how everything is starting to look a little brighter through your closed lids, it seems like a very real possibility—then there is nothing you can do to stop them from hitting and killing Bucky. 

You hear the scientists murmuring and fiddling with equipment somewhere far behind you, but you still don’t dare open your eyes in case someone is still at the machine and flips it on the moment you look at Bucky. Yet it won’t matter for much longer if they carry out their plan. 

“Doll…” The word is whispered so low you can barely hear it.

“Buck…,” It’s hard to whisper with your ruined voice, the sound more of a croak than a real word. But you hope he can understand you with his super-soldier hearing. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t stop this.”

“I know. You’ve done so good so far.” Even in a whisper, the love in his voice feels like a comforting embrace. “But I have a plan. You just gotta trust me.” 

“I do. You know I do.” 

“Then when I tell you to open your eyes and turn on your beams, whether they’re making you or not.”

You sob, “But Bucky—”

“Trust me!” he hisses. 

“Okay…okay, I’ll do it.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Doll. Whatever happens, I love you. And this isn’t your fault.”

A single tear escapes your ruined eyes and rolls down your scared cheek. “I love you too. But we both know, it is.”

Bucky doesn’t respond. However, you can hear a soft scraping and shuffling from his vicinity. Maybe he found a way to escape. Or maybe…he couldn’t be asking you to kill him. After all the pain and suffering you’d put yourself through to keep him alive, he wouldn’t have you take him out now just to end both of your pain…would he?

But you promised to trust him and you do, so when you hear him mutter, “All the way down and to the right. Now!”, you follow his instructions.

Shifting your gaze behind closed lids as far to the right and downward as they’ll go, you open your eyes and blast without a second's hesitation. 

Your beams strike Bucky in the center of his left forearm, just a few inches above his wrist. Even though it is his metal arm, you are horrified. You thought he had found a way to get you to blast open his cuffs or melt his chair, and in a way, even killing him instantly would be better than this. His vibranium arm is advanced enough that it still allows him to feel sensations such as texture, pressure, and—what concerns you in this situation—temperature and even pain. Instead of ending his life with one blast, you are now forcing him to endure the same agony you have been going through. 

As the metal begins to glow under the intense heat of your beams, you want to screw your eyes shut once more. But Bucky told you to do this and you promised to trust him. Even though he is grunting and panting because of the pain, he isn’t telling you to stop so you keep your beams focused on his arm. 

Eventually, the red-hot glow expands and soon reaches his wrist. In moments, the metal restraint liquifies and Bucky wrenches his arm free. Without having to be told, you slam your eyes shut once more.

You can hear the sounds of fighting all around you: guns firing until their clips run empty, flesh sizzling against metal followed by screams of agony, bodies being flung around the room and crashing to the floor. 

But then everything goes silent.

For a minute, nothing happens. You are just about to call out when a pair of lips press lightly against yours. Jumping slightly, you quickly recognize the kiss. You try to lean into it but the strap across your forehead holds you firmly in place. 

Parting from your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky whispers, “It’s okay. You can open your eyes now. It’s just you and me.”

Slowly, you peel your eyes open. The world is cloudy and out of focus with huge black spots obstructing your vision. And yet, there was no mistaking the person kneeling in front of you. 

Weakly, you smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he murmurs back.

“H-how bad?”

Bucky’s brow furrows as he runs his thumb gently around the edge of your eye socket, the now cooled metal somewhat soothing against your damaged skin. “It’s really bad, but I’m hoping it’s worse than it looks. Once you get checked out—”

“Not me,” you whisper. “How badly did I hurt you?”

You can hear the smile in his voice even though you can’t make it out. “I’ve had a lot worse. And it’s because of you that it was as minimal as it was. You should’ve just vaporized my head from the very start.” 

“Nah. I knew we’d find a way out eventually.”

“Liar,” he teases. Then, with a more serious tone, he asks, “How’s your vision? You’re blinking an awful lot and that can’t be comfortable.”

You try to think of how to describe what you are seeing. “I can see some shapes, colors, movements…that’s about it. No details. But even that’s a miracle at this point. I’ve never burned myself this badly before.”

“Will they…will they heal?”

You try to shrug but you are still strapped to the chair. “They should. They always have before. Healing the burns is tied into my powers.” You swallow and flinch at the sharp stab of pain cutting down your throat. “My voice, however, might be another story.”

Bucky gently runs his fingers down the side of your neck. “I’m sure SHIELD has some specialists who can help you. But first, we’ve got to get back to them. So let’s get you out of that chair.”

He began unlocking each of your restraints and you can’t stop a moan from escaping. Your skin had been rubbed raw where the metal dug into your skin, and your muscles ache from how tensely they had been clenched in pain. Bucky must have noticed this, because as he undoes each strap, he massages the area, loosening up the muscles enough to ease some of the tension. But every inch of you still throbs in pain. 

As Bucky unlatches the last restraint, he asks, “Do you think you can walk?”

“I’m not sure. Everything hurts. But maybe once I get going—” You try to rise from the seat but barely make any progress before collapsing back down. You look up at Bucky sheepishly. “I guess that’s a no.”

Carefully, he lifts you into his arms and carries you towards the exit. You can’t see where you’re going and the slight bobbing of your vision as he walks is giving you a headache. 

Leaning your head against his chest, you let your damaged eyes drift softly closed. Then you mutter, “I think I need to sleep for a bit. Helps my recovery time.”

You feel Bucky’s lips brush against your temple. “Rest, Doll. I’ll take it from here.”

Nodding softly, you begin slipping into a deep slumber. You are still in a lot of pain, but you don’t regret a single moment of what happened. You’d do it all again if at the end you could be safe in Bucky’s arms once more.

[melodythebunny]

“Now adjust the turning valve, tighten the rods, then heat up the power source until…HA HA! Success!” Carrie’s ears perked up when she heard an all too familiar cackle, putting down the book she was reading, the cat woman hybrid walked to where a certain mad scientist was busy inventing something for villainous purposes. “Hey, Dr. Two Brains.” Carrie called out. The mad scientist turned around to see his feline house guest. In the past, the mouse hybrid would have jumped and screamed in fear at the sight of any feline. Just any sudden movement from the cat lady would set him on edge. Now though, the mad scientist was used to the humanoid feline that crashed here at his lair a few months ago. Of course Squeaky was still tense around Carrie and his mouse instincts were still cautious, but usually a wedge of cheese helps calm him down. “Oh hey Carrie, check out my latest invention.” Two Brains spoke as he gestured to his ray. Carrie examined the new invention. The device was fixed on a stand like his goop ray but not as large or as bulky. It was slimmer and had a medium sized, round blue object at the end. In the center of the ray was a metal ring attached around the device. Connected to that metal ring was an antenna of some sorts with an elongated pole. “What is it?” Carrie asked. Dr. Two Brains began to explain to her with a proud expression. “Well you see Carrie, I already built a teleportation device that brings the cheese to me when I attached it to my giant periscope. That plan didn’t work well last time so then I thought, why not build a teleportation device that transports me to where the cheese is. I can get there without anyone spotting me arriving. When they realize what is going on, it will be too late to contact Wordgirl as with this remote device in my hand.” Dr. Two Brains held up a remote to Carrie. “I will transport back here before any hero and their pesky sidekick show up to stop me. I’ll be sitting in my lair enjoying some deliciously stolen cheese. So what do you think?” Dr. Two Brains inquired with a smug expression. Carrie blinked at Two Brains and looked up at the ray before looking back at him as she pondered his explanation. After a few moments of silence, Carrie finally voiced her thoughts. “So, can this ray get me fish as well?” The feline woman asked. Dr. Two Brains looked stunned by her question before his face fell into a frown. “Carrie. I just said I built this ray to take me to places where there is cheese. It is designed for cheese only.” Dr. Two Brains reiterated in a matter of fact tone. Carrie let out a huff and folded her arms. “Yes I heard you say that. I’m asking if your ray can teleport me to places where they have fish.” Carrie responded. Dr. Two Brains felt like face palming himself. Seriously, did this woman have fish on the brain 24/7. He himself was in no position to make any remarks as he has cheese on the brain. The mad scientist let out a sigh. “Look. I’ll test my teleportation device now and show you that I programmed it to take me to places that only, have, cheese. Okay.” Carrie rolled her eyes but decided to play along. ‘He could still program a fish market in his ray as well.’ Carrie thought. Soon the two individuals stood in front of the ray. “Alright let’s test this bad boy out.” Two Brains exclaimed with a villainous grin. Carrie’s eyes widened as she just realized what the mad scientist implied with his statement. “Wait what?” Carrie spoke up, but it was too late as the ray fired a white beam which engulfed the two. Soon the beam vanished and they were gone. “Augh, my head and stomach.” Dr. Two Brains complained as he returned to consciousness. Everything was a dark haze for the mad scientist as he was slowly but surely coming back to reality. "I need to eat something and wear a helmet the next time I teleport." Two Brains grumbled.  @melodythebunny

"bleh...it reeks!"

The mad scientist blinked realizing they had directly teleported onto a cheese stand. Oops...he would have to make some adjustments but so far seemed like his invention worked! He could see Carrie holding her nose as she chucked a piece of dairy away from her. Two brains caught it not wanting to waste the delicious food.

"hey! Don't talk about my precious cheese!" He scolded. He could see Carrie rolling her eyes. "Yea yeah. So looks like it worked." The feline says. "That was pretty fast." Dr. Two brains couldn't help the smug expression that crossed his face. "well of course it did!" He sniffed proudly. This new teleporter ray just might be his best working invention yet. Of course it felt nice to have someone point out the success of it, even if he didn't say it out loud. The mouse man hybrid figured it had to do with the part of him that needed validation. "Now-" he pulled out a bag Carrie hadn't seen him grab before they landed here. "Chop chop! Help me get this all in here!"

"Fine, but you owe me some fish!" She says grabbing a brick of cheddar. Two Brian's was digging in the pile of cheese already and shoving it in the sack. Neither of them caring too much of the witnesses and customers in the store who were now in a panic....

@ninjastormhawkkat

[needtotouchsomegrass]

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

What do you think Levi would to if you had your heart broken and needed comfort, while having feelings for you?

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

„Okay, calm down,�� I say to myself. Hands still on the steering wheel, knuckles white , I stare ahead of me, trying to keep my cool.

Taking deep breaths, in and out.

My eyes wander around, taking in my surroundings. She lives here.Just round the corner.

Heart pounding against my ribs. Fuck. Why out of all people did she call me? - Because you are her best friend.

Stop feeling so greedy, suck it up and be there for her.

I sigh again. Why did this lame excuse of a man have to hurt her like that? With her best friend? Fucking bitch.This woman deserves to be treated like a damn princess. Her pure, little soul is way too precious to be broken like that. Dropped, shattered into pieces.

Levi you dipshit, get your damn ass out of your car and walk up to her door. What are you so afraid of?!

I take a deep breath, suffocating every one of those filthy thoughts I have about her. About us. Walking up to her door seems to be the hardest thing ever. My legs getting heavier with each step I get closer to the doorbell; closer to her.

„Hey h-,“ my heart stops, skipping several beats at her sight. Small figure, oversized sweater with tear stains on both of its sleeves.

Eyes red , mascara smeared all over those cute, little, flushed cheeks. I swallow hard, meeting her eyes. It pains me to see her like that. Not being her usual sunshine-self. It takes all my might not to pull her into me - inhale her scent, run my hands through that silky soft sea of golden waves. Levi that’s off limits. Don’t -

Before I get to gaslight myself any further, two tiny arms wrap around my waist, a face bumping into my chest, snuggling close.

I freeze in surprise, feeling her tears soak the fabric of my shirt. My heart aches at the sound of her crying into my chest. One of my hands moves faster than my brain can process, sliding up the small of her back until it’s wrapped around her neck, my thumb caressing her warm skin. „Levi,“ I look down meeting her gaze. „Hm?“ I let my eyes dip down to her lip for a mere second. Jesus get a hold of yourself. „Thank you for being my best friend,“ she beams me a soft smile. Her best friend. What else should I be?

„Y/n I -,“ YOU WHAT? Levi get that shit out of your head. She’s just been through something horrible, no need to make it worse.

Curiosity in her eyes she looks up to me. I cup her cheek with my hand, wiping another tear of her face. I inhale sharply my heart breaking little by little. „I….,“ I trail off. I want you. I want you so bad, you have no idea. You are my daylight on those days while on a mission when I find myself lost in darkness, falling back into a hole; feeling lonely. You give me hope and strength. Your smile warms my heart, brightens up my day. It breaks me to see you crying over a man who never deserved your attention in the first place. I’m not saying I’m better than him, but fuck me for not stopping him from hurting you. For not seeing him as the monster he is in advance. I love you. I know I am no guy who talks about feelings but you turned my world upside down. Showed me how beautifully warming and encouraging they can be……forgive me, my love….

I boop her nose with my index finger, earning a small grunt from her. Be her best friend. „So what do you think about pizza and Mario kart to cheer you up and forget this dick?“ A laugh bubbles out of her chest. „You can’t insult people behind their back, Levi. You said it’s more fun to tell them directly,“ she grins.

~ the end ~

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𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ♡

[alex-wrestling]

Justice Found Its Way

Christian Cage & Nick Wayne (platonic)

Summary: Nick has to pick up his testosterone prescription, but Christian doesn’t know he’s trans until shit hits the fan.

Warnings: transphobia (deadnaming and using wrong pronouns specifically), light swearing, Christian being a Karen

A/N: first time uploading a full fic to tumblr! It’s also on my AO3 if you’d like to read it there. This was written for me but y’all can read it too. The title is from Misguided Son by Knocked Loose.

Christian hummed as he shined his new belt in the kitchen the Patriarchy shared, the light catching it at the perfect angle and directing a light beam directly into his eye, making him let out a “fuck!” He quickly wiped his eyes, deciding that his title was more than reflective enough. In the title’s sheen he could make out Nick’s reflection as the youngest member of their faction jogged down the stairs. “Christian?”

Christian turned to face him, seeing the young man clad in a white shirt and jeans. The older man sighed at the atrocious choice in clothing but otherwise didn’t make a sound.

“Can I borrow your car? I need to go pick something up and mom has the other one,” Nick said, nervously tapping his feet on the floor. “If not that’s fine, I can just get it tomorrow. You know what? Never mind.”

Nick turned around, leaving Christian in a state of confusion. “Nick?”

Nick turned around. “Yeah?”

“Come on, I’ll drive you. Where are we going?” Christian asked, grabbing his keys and walking toward the door, pausing to find the right one. He didn’t hear Nick’s footsteps following him. “Nick?”

Nick stepped forward, his head down. “It’s embarrassing,” Nick said.

Christian racked his brain for what could possibly be that embarrassing. Underwear? More of those stupid chains? Early birthday gift? Herpes medication? “Do you have herpes, Nick?”

“What?!”

“That’s the only reason you should be this embarrassed about something! You’re my son, I don’t care what you do!”

“I can’t tell you, alright? You’ll see me differently. I just want to be your son without any other labels attached, and if you see what I have to get you’ll judge me. You might kick me out.”

Nick went quiet, seemingly realizing what he had just revealed to his new father. Christian, on the other hand, had no idea what he was talking about. “‘Labels’? Are you gay? I was married to a man for years, why would I care? Come on, Nick, let’s just get going.”

Christian could hear Nick’s breath shudder. “It’s at the pharmacy,” he mumbled. “Just let me handle it.”

Christian hummed in agreement, but he didn’t like it. It wasn’t like Nick to be so secretive, especially to him. He told the older man everything, even how much he wanted to make him proud. To hear Nick talk about himself like that, to insinuate that Christian would leave because of something that was probably small, was out of character. It made him squirm in his seat as he pulled into the parking lot and pulled the keys out. “Come on, son.”

Nick smiled despite the obvious anxiety and followed him into the pharmacy. The teenager walked up to the counter and spoke with the older woman behind it, who couldn’t even hide her disdain at having to speak with him. After showing her an ID, she waved him off and he rejoined Christian by the door. “She’s getting it,” he said, although there was a small crack in his voice.

“Was she mean to you? Tell me what she said and I’ll get this whole place shut down. That’s no way to treat any child of mine.” Christian narrowed his eyes at Nick, but not out of malice. “What’s wrong?”

“She-”

“Anna Wayne!” The woman shouted, smirking at Nick as his eyes filled with tears.

“Anna?” Christian repeated in disbelief. “His name isn’t Anna!”

“Chri-”

“Are you her father?” The woman asked. “You must be ashamed of her.”

The secrecy. The refusal to change in their locker room. The baggy clothing. The joy when he called him son. It all made sense.

Nick was trans.

Christian saw red. “My son is named Nick, and he’s one of the brightest, happiest, hard working men I’ve ever met. I will not let some minimum wage hag say those things about him.” He stepped closer to her, seeing the confusion in her eyes.

“Your daughter will never be a real man anyway, no matter how much she tries to mutilate her body and take these stupid shots.” She held up Nick’s prescription and Christian swiped it out of her hands, making her draw her hand back in shock.

“My son is the light of my life and makes me proud every day. Can your parents say the same for you?” He leaned over the counter, making sure to get as close as he could to her without actually touching her. “Or are you the family disappointment? I think your parents talk about you behind your back and reminisce about what you could’ve been. You could’ve been the Prime Minister. You could’ve cured cancer. Instead, you’re rotting away behind a counter contributing nothing to society and draining the life out of everyone you come into contact with. Who are you to dictate what other people do? Are you that unhappy in your life that you have to take it out on an innocent man? And Nick is a man, regardless of what you seem to think. Are you a doctor? Are you a medical professional in any aspect?” She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “Of course not. You’d probably flunk the first semester of medical school because you’re a cold hearted bitch who has no critical thinking skills and no friends because you hate seeing people happy because you know it can’t happen for you.”

He turned around and walked over to the door, holding the white paper bag out to Nick, who took it slowly, as if he was in a trance. “You didn’t have to keep that from me, Nick.” Christian mumbled. “We’re family, and family don’t judge each other. Even if the person has herpes.”

Nick laughed through the tears that were now falling down his face. “Thanks,” he said. “Did you really mean that?”

“Mean what?”

“That you were proud of me? That I’m the light of your life?”

Christian nodded. “Of course I am. You’re my son.”

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[necromaniackat]

Cruel Summer

Chapter 13: Night Crawlers

CW/TW: drug use/possession

Above images are of Evelyn’s mum and the outfit she put on

Word Count: 2.6k

“What made you join the army?” You asked lazily, tracing circles and figure eights on Felix’s bare back. The morning sunshine beamed through the windows carelessly; warming and brightening the grim rooms of the house as it peeked over the horizon. The coolness of the night still hung in the warming air – the need for blankets wasn’t existent.The duvet was strewn across the floor and the sheets were ruffled as you and Felix lay on top of them.

Little did you know, Brahms was still passed out cold behind the wall after having an orgasm so strong he fainted.

You and Felix lay in bed, completely naked – Felix was laying on his front, face buried in the pillows as he tried to squeeze as much sleep in as possible. You were on your side, facing him. You both have been awake for a while now, but you were enjoying the peaceful silence.

“It’s family tradition; the men become soldiers.” Felix’s groggy voice was muffled by the pillow as he answered your question.

Your brows furrowed as questions circled your brain.

“So you’re only a solider because your dad was?” You questioned curiously, still tracing imaginary symbols on his skin. You both leisurely sprawled across the bed; sheets were ruffled and the duvet was thrown to the floor. Both of your bare bodies basking in the morning light.

“And his dad, and his dad, and his dad,” Felix lulled in a sleepy voice. The creases between your brows deepened as you examined his peaceful face – his eyes closed and hair strewn around his face. He looked so beautiful.

“Was it really your choice to join the military?” You inquired nosily. Felix’s brownie coloured eyes opened, he was looking directly at you.

“It’s my dad’s dream for me to be a solider and fight in a war,” he replied with a croaky voice – much different than the sleepy voice he was using a moment ago. You frowned at him.

“You don’t have to do things just because your dad wants you to,” you told him honestly. Felix couldn’t help the massive grin from forming across his face as he bit back laughter unsuccessfully.

“You’re one to talk,” he comment. You pursed your lips and shook your head.

“My dad didn’t want this for me,” you uttered truthfully. Felix’s chocolate brown eyes found your gaze. He didn’t say a word, but the question was asked with a look.

“Growing up I was always told I was born in the wrong generation; that I belonged to the 1970’s. I’m still very much a hippie at heart, ethically sourced everything. I make my own lotions, body wash, shampoo and conditioner; I wanted to open a shop to sell them at an affordable price. Y’know, clean living without breaking the bank,” you explained, still tracing shapes on Felix’s skin.

“Why didn’t you?” Felix asked softly. Your eyes moved from your facing fingertips to meet his gaze.

“My dad died when I was twelve; he always wanted to turn this place into a bed and breakfast but he never got the chance to so I stepped up to the plate to do it for him,” you told him honestly. “–I made the choice, but did you?” You studied his face closely; looking for a negative emotion but all you saw was adoration in his eyes.

“I did,” Felix murmured softly; eyes drifting from yours. He didn’t appear to be happy with that choice. You wanted so badly to tell him that if he’s unhappy he can choose something else. You wanted to comfort him. But you didn’t want to come across as emotionally invested – at least not too soon. Or at all. Your friends have had these types of relationships where they’re not in a relationship with someone but they still have sex and hang out once in a while. If that’s what this is, it’s your first time having this kind of relationship.

Before you could say anything else, the sound of a car pulling up the drive filled the quiet. You sat up with a puzzled expression on your face; in the six days you’ve been here there hasn’t been a car to drive up to the manor that didn’t intend on being there. Besides, it’s got to be at least five in the morning, who was here at that time?

You crawled out of bed, hobbling over to the window with Felix in tow. The blood in your veins ran icy cold when your eyes were laid upon the silver Audi pulled up to the mansion.

“Shit, it’s my mum,” you declared as you tore yourself away from the window. You went over to your suitcase and started pulling out clothes to frantically put on. You settled on your denim bell bottoms with an orange and white abstract pattern blouse that you tied up instead of buttoning up. The long flowing sleeves frilled out at the bottoms.

“You didn’t tell me your mum was coming,” Felix claimed as he scrambled to gather his clothes, which were thrown haphazardly around the room.

“I didn’t know she was coming until now,” you shot back as you tied a bandana around your head to keep your hair from your face.

Felix didn’t even get the chance to say something in return when the doorbell rang through the house. You and Felix froze, looking at each other as if the other knew what to do in this situation.

“You stay here, I’ll go handle her,” you instructed your half assed plan. Your mum already knew someone was here; Felix’s car is parked out front. Felix nodded in agreement before you scrambled out of the bedroom, still trying to dress yourself and make yourself presentable. All while you were trying to figure out why your mum thought it’d be okay to show up here without telling you first. Especially at whatever-the-fuck o’clock in the morning.

“Evelyn?” Your mum’s voice softly rang through the house as you bounced down the stairs. You saw your mum standing in the foyer in her paint strained blue coveralls with her hair tied in pigtail braids. Her shamrock green eyes found you as you joined her in the foyer.

“Mum? What are you doing here?” You asked curiously. Your mum’s usual confident demeanor was contrasted by her awkward and shy body language; she kept her gaze away from you as she tried to come up with an answer. You got the feeling something happened at home and she needed some time to think.

“Who’s here?” She questioned, turning the attention back to you. You paused as warmth filled your cheeks. It was your turn to awkwardly try to grapple for answers. Your mum’s eyes moved from you to something behind you. You knew it was Felix who was standing behind you – hopefully he’s clothed.

Mindfully, you turned around to meet the sight of the large man crowding the landing. Your breath hitched when you saw he was back in uniform, minus the jacket. His broad shoulders making the fit of his olive green tee shirt stretch across his shoulders and chest. The tee shirt fit baggily around his middle; his frame narrowing at his waist. The utility belt clicked into place around his hips. His baggy camo trousers made his lower half look wide as well. Felix was the perfect definition of the male hourglass figure.

You couldn’t help but stare at him; you found yourself craving him again. You were sore and tired but you’d jump his bone at any given opportunity if you could.

“Evelyn….” Your mum drew out your name. You blinked a few times then turned to face her. Your mum looked stunned; she never knew you to be the kind of girl to bring a guy home. She always thought you were a bit too prudish for your own good. But you were one month out from a rough breakup, maybe you’ve moved on already. Or maybe you’re spiraling and this is a cry for help.

“Who’s your friend?” Your mum asked after a moment of contemplation. You felt blush heat up your cheeks brightly. Your mum basically caught you with your pants down. You tried to respond but you stuttered and stammered over your words.

“This….. uhh, this is my, uhh, friend.”

“Felix,” Felix chimed in.

“Felix!” You exclaimed in agreement. Felix shared a grin and friendly wave. Your mum looked at you in awe; she was still speechless. Only a soft “oh” passed through her lips. Your gut told you she was making assumptions.

After a very awkwardly silent moment while you tried to gather yourself. Your brows furrowed as you came down the last couple steps, moving toward your mum. You loosely crossed your arms over your chest as you looked her up and down.

“What are you doing here mum?” You asked keenly. It was your mum’s turn to stammer and stall, trying to find the answers. Although, you had a feeling you already knew.

“I came to help you with your project and to keep you company.” Your mum’s gaze moved from you to Felix behind you. “–But I see you already have that covered,” she added in a fake cheery, soft spoken way. You sighed to yourself, knowing she meant well but she still pissed you off. This is you moving out all over again. When you moved out your mum went a little nutty. She’d invite herself over to your flat whenever she pleased; all because you gave her a spare key for emergencies.

Your mum doesn’t do well with distance, especially after your dad died. You were rarely allowed to play in the woods with your friends or roam the neighborhood, she kept you strictly on your street and on your street only. But everybody knows why she keeps you so close…..–you’re the last piece of your dad she has. He was her first love and you liked to believe she was his.

“Mum, I told you I have everything handled,” you reminded her sternly. Adam told you that you need to set and reinforce clear boundaries; otherwise your mum is going to do whatever she pleases. You started that journey by taking the spare key to your flat away from her and giving it to Adam.

Clearly you need to have that conversation again.

“I know you did. I’m sorry I made you feel like I’m not respecting your boundaries but I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all night and I thought something happened to you too,” your mum explained, trying to keep her cool.

“What do you mean “me too”?” You quizzed with concern in your voice. “–What’s going on?” Your mum frowned; it was obvious she hadn’t slept last night. This only worried you more. Your mum is subscribed to getting a full night’s rest, even when you were a baby she always got enough sleep. So for her to stay up all night, it means something really bad happened.

Your stomach twisted and tied into tight knots as your heart began to race in your chest. Anxiety cramped in your lower abdomen.

“Bex got arrested in Amsterdam,” your mum announced after a moment of realization. You wore an expression that read stunned as you looked your mum over, trying to see if she was joking. You knew Bex wanted to go to Amsterdam to meet up with a boy but you didn’t actually think she’d go. And get arrested nonetheless. She’s sixteen!

“For what?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“She got caught with MDMA,” she replied in a less than amused tone.

“Ecstasy?” Your reiterated. Your mum nodded her head and sighed heavily.

“Apparently it wasn’t one or two pills either, there was enough in there to make them think she was trafficking them back to the UK,” she further explained as she put her hands on her hips; her lanyard full of keys jingled with movement. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“How much will it cost to bail her?” You asked as you shifted your weight anxiously. Your mum blew raspberries as she tried to think.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t even know how long she’s been gone because she told her grandmother she was with us and she told us she was with her nan.” Your mum sounded so defeated.

“I last heard from her on Tuesday but besides that, radio silence.” You added a piece of the puzzle. You watched as your mum stood in your foyer, now biting nails, in complete defeat.

“Adam’s going there to bail her out once it’s posted,” your mum told you honestly. You felt a twinge of angry and potty jolt through you. Bex has always been the wild child which is funny because you were the family hippie. But over the last six years she’s gotten more and more reckless; this isn’t Bex’s first run in with the law. Your mum and Adam are at their wit’s end. She’s not a malicious person either, none of her crimes are violent. She just does stupid things.

You’re not going to heckle her because of drugs – you occasionally partake in smoking a joint or doing shrooms. You’ve even done ecstasy; so you’re not going to hound on her for doing drugs. But she broke the golden rule of being in possession of illegal drugs. Don’t draw attention to yourself. You can say that as a straight white cis woman but that rule doesn’t apply to everyone.

You frowned as you observed your nerve wrecked mum.

“C’m in mum. I’ll make us some coffee and breakfast,” you told her as you laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Your mum’s tired eyes found yours. She gave you a gentle smile and nod before walking back towards the kitchen.

As soon as she entered the kitchen your gaze moved towards Felix as he came down the steps. He acted as if he didn’t just witness my mum have a nervous breakdown in my foyer. He towered over you as you shifted your weight, your arms tightly tied over your chest.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” you apologized as you two stood mere feet apart. Felix shrugged casually.

“Little sisters are gonna little sister,” he commented with a grin. You snorted a laugh and nodded in agreement. He appeared to be so amused by your reaction; his eyes crinkled in the corners as they stayed on you.

The pair of you stood awkwardly in the foyer, not saying anything to each other. You felt your body cringing from the awkwardness of the situation. Although Felix didn’t seem to get the memo since he stood confidently, smiling down at you.

You felt blush rush to your cheeks under his adoring gaze. One hand was rubbing the nape of your neck while the other had a nervous hold of the opposite arm. You couldn’t meet his gaze but you knew his eyes were so luscious in the morning light that flooded in through the windows.

“Anyways–” you were cut off when a hand found the side of your face and a pair of lips were firmly pressed against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. You involuntarily closed your eyes with both hands raised in surprise. You were suddenly lost in that sea of greedy want. You wanted his lips on every inch of your skin. You wanted to be covered in his adoration.

He pulled away ever so slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Felix said confidently. Breathlessly, you nodded in agreement. Felix pulled away from you; leaving the house. You stayed completely still, still mesmerized by what just happened. You weren’t expecting that. You expected he’d run for the hills, that this was just friends with benefits; maybe it is and he’s just comfortable around crazy. Either way, you were delighted that he was coming back tonight.

[bearpillowmonster]

Ok, Sly Cooper.

Well, let me give you some expectations for this game and then see if they lived up.

One of the big three of the PS2 era; Sly Cooper, Ratchet & Clank and Jak & Daxter. Jak & Daxter I've obviously held the highest but as time has gone on, my opinions have changed on Ratchet and Clank but what about Sly?

Back then, I looked up what was considered best of the series, hoping that it would make the strongest impression on me. So for Easter one year, I asked for Sly 2 and played through a little bit of it. I got to Dmitri for the first time and honestly every time that I've tried to go back to it, I get lost with what I'm trying to do, like I don't remember how to play and can't be bothered to restart it, there's just too many places to go.

While Bentley gives you his visual aid, it only lasts a second and you aren't directly looking at it so it can be difficult to navigate. That mixed with my amateur stealth game knowledge, I sat it out.

I saw a YouTube video of someone explaining why Sly is so important to them and why it was still worth checking out. I lodged it in the back of my brain and thought it best to visit the first of the series, maybe I was being too rash starting with the sequel, I mean it being more linear would be a good thing for me so I put it on the backlog. Then one day, I got a real hankering for it, like down bad for it. I started making OCs, looking for it on eBay (which I logged) and really can't say that I've wanted a game that bad since my KH:BBS rom stopped working and I bought 1.5, 2.5 remix where I just wasn't satisfied playing anything else until then but that's besides the point. I eventually broke down and got it. So is it worth all that trouble?

Let's start with age. It has a remaster collection on PS3 but like the other big three of the PS2 era, they didn't port those over to PS4 or the PS store so you're kind of stuck with this one unless you buy a PS3. This is a game that was defining controls, you can tell what was a breakthrough by how they sell it in game too.

So the controls from time to time can seem a bit finnicky since it's PS2 era, but I imagine the remaster probably ironed out those issues since it runs on a different controller. Let me give you an example. Sly's tail has a blue sheen to it to indicate that he's following a track set up in game so that you can balance yourself better. You can break this track but it's easier to stay straight. It's not your masterful controlling doing this, it's the game. Press circle to latch onto stuff (small beams, ropes, etc.) The platforms can shake with momentum as you move on them, in water they start to sink but only where you're stepping. There were a lot of points where I was surprised to see the modern era take reference like Uncharted and Assassin's Creed, this game impressed me 21 years down the road.

I was thinking it was baby's first Splinter Cell but I was dead wrong, it's got variety. I like Splinter Cell, I'm not putting it down, I'm just stating the fact that some of these levels are quite different from the last, not just stealth. From environments like libraries and pirates ships to controlling a submarine to fight off crabs taking treasure chests and all that's within the first 'area'. Yeah, I said 'area'. I also said that this game was more linear. What I'm getting at is that there's a semi 'hub' or sorts where it's portals to levels inside of a level, you play those levels to grab whatever you may need to progress, it's cool and simple enough to keep track of when it's in bites but it's understandable how I could've gotten lost as a kid.

These areas are split between the five different villains or bosses of the game (which are all great btw), starting with the "missions" back at HQ, just like I remember. But if you don't finish that current mission right away and save and exit then you may need a refresher. How many levels can there be? Who's to say, I mean like I said, variety. I think there are seven levels to the first mission but that crab level was the shortest one of the bunch. What do you value in a level? Do you get everything there is to collect?

There are these bottles with little messages inside that collecting enough throughout the level will net you a code from Bentley which can be used for a vault found in that same level. You can go, get them on your first run. Or get some and come back later. It's up to you but the rewards are actually quite beneficial. You see jump is X, and latching is Circle and attack is Square but what's Triangle? Well, you want a fast attack? A roll? You want abilities? Sure, you get new abilities and none of these hidden ones are mandatory but it's a good incentive to thoroughly explore the level. You use the shoulder buttons to scroll through your favorites.

So length can be varying but let's put it this way, it's set up with lives, you run out and you have to restart the level as there are checkpoints otherwise. It's not a bad compromise though because for one, it gives you excuse to get those missed collectibles and two, it saves the collectibles you've already gotten pretty much no matter what so it's not that bad. You can even finish the level and come back and still have the same progress on collecting, I've collected them all before but had to restart because I did them out of order and I did a speedrun of the level in what? A minute? First run was maybe ten. But you really only get a one hit allowance and die if you land in water. You can also pick up level ups and horseshoes which gain you an extra hit or collect a hundred coins for a horseshoe.

So is it worth it? Let me put it this way. I mentioned how I went through a lot to get this game and when it came, it was packaged really good but it was already scratched and the case was dented before they even put it in there and during the cutscene after the first boss, it got stuck and start skipping. I wasn't positive that I could get it to work again so I asked this question. "Now that I've had a taste, (a demo if you will) would I be willing to buy it again in order to play the rest?" And the answer was yes.

It just felt so good to jump with X and press circle to step onto something. With a little elbow grease and improved controls, this game is pretty golden. 4/5.

[bebouhito]

Nanahito domestic AU, post mpreg, fluff, 440 words

"Kento?"

"Hrrmph…?"

"Are you asleep?"

"... I was."

"..." 

Nanami couldn't afford to lose a single hour of sleep during the short periods of time that the baby wasn't crying.

"Why did you wake me up?"

No reply.

"Mahito?"

"You sound mad."

"I'm not, I'm just tired. You should be sleeping too."

"How can you sleep?"

Nanami propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at Mahito.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you feel it too?"

"I'm sorry, but it's four in the morning and I have no idea what you're talking about. Can't it wait a few hours?"

Mahito's frown showed that no, it couldn't wait.

"I think there's something in my belly, where the baby used to be, and it keeps telling me bad things could happen to him at any moment, even when everything's alright. I feel like he might be constantly needing something, even when he's not crying, and I doubt myself. I created a whole, fully functional human being, but now that he's his own person, I feel like this is too much, and so much bigger than me. When I look at him, I think he's sending emotional beams directly into my brain because I've never felt like this before. Can he do that?"

Nanami laughed softly and draped his arm over Mahito's chest, gently forcing him to lay back down.

"Maybe he can, because I feel the same."

"See! I was right!"

"Shhh. It's parental anxiety. It's perfectly normal."

"If you feel it too, then how can you sleep so well?"

"I'm human, so I always needed more sleep than you in the first place. But I also tell myself that I'm fully prepared to handle this… tiny human-curse hybrid and that I don't have to deal with all this on my own."

They were face to face now, with their faces close together, so Mahito could see Nanami's little smile.

"That means you can rely on me, and that, whatever happens, I'll be by your side."

"... Am I always going to feel like this?"

"I'm afraid so. But it's a good thing. It shows how much love you have for him. I can tell. You are so, so loving."

"I love you, too."

Wailing could be heard from the next room. Nanami sighed and pressed a kiss to Mahito's forehead before getting out of bed. They both knew it was supposed to be Mahito's turn to go.

"Get some sleep. I can do a lot, but I can't handle two sleep-deprived babies at the same time."

Mahito didn't protest. He loved still being Nanami's baby.

[audio-luddite]

Speakers?!

Every so often I start to write something about speakers. Then I get into a loop or trap myself in a corner then delete it. Here is another try. I will see if I can keep it general, and still helpful.

In the entire audio chain they are the weakest link. Linear frequency response, hah, dream on! Low distortion, give me a break. Why should we worry about an amplifier with 0.02% distortion when a good speaker is 20%? Nothing is right, but the damn things still kinda work.

Well obviously we need them or nothing comes out. I build my own as it is relatively easy. I get an idea or see something that inspires an idea. Then I buy or make some bits and bobs and fire it up. Sound always comes out. Usually pretty good actually.

Generally the problem is to translate an electrical signal to mechanical motion that is linked to the air.

At least one attempt was directly from electrical power to air motion using plasma which is technically cool, but medically dangerous. Ozone is an unstable form of oxygen that will damage your lungs and blood and brain if you get too much of it. Plasma out in the room makes gobs of Ozone. Oh and it is lethal voltage. No touchy!

A close, but relatively safe device uses electrostatics. Charges of voltage on plates attract and repel a conductive membrane in a frame. Someone always tries this type. They have interesting advantages and very serious flaws.

Everything else uses some kind of motor. By that I mean coils of wire in magnetic fields. The coils may be attached to cones or slabs of plastic, or membranes. The coils move and so does the thing pushing air around. Mass and size and mechanical compliance determine response for a given set of parameters.

Almost all the products on the market are a reasonable attempt and sound will come out. Some are crap but even those will make noise.

Think about it. You push a few or a lot of Watts of power into any speaker and it has to go somewhere. It is either sound or heat. Usually it is sound.

Large diameter cones or a large area of membrane moves slower than a small thing. Low frequencies need big drivers. High frequencies prefer small ones. That is just the basic motion part.

As frequencies go up the angle over which they spread out goes down. A big flat panel that can move fast will beam treble out straight like a laser beam. A small (or narrow) device will disperse sound proportionally to its width or diameter. A small tweeter will work better for dispersion as it does not beam. That is the wavelength working there.

Two factors drive the idea of big woofers for bass and small tweeters for treble. Both factors work the same way.

Another thing is that low frequency sound takes more power than high frequency sound. The vast majority of your Watts are consumed in the production of the Bass. That woofer has to work hard.

So what is wrong?

Mechanically ALL speaker motors or drivers are non-linear. Truly linear devices would create sound linearly proportional to the signal that goes in. For a given electrical push it moves a consistent and proportional amount to make a given unit of sound.

Being non-linear means distortion happens. Not avoidable.

A big woofer for example pushes against a suspension that resists more the farther it moves. The ideal would be a constant restoring force. The suspension may be part of the driver mounting or the air in the box or the air in the room, usually all of those.

A membrane driver is the same. It is attached to a frame around the edges. It moves a little bit easily, but as the motion increases the resistance to motion increases exponentially from the tension in the membrane surface.

Affecting both is the mass doing the moving. The more mass the harder to get moving and to change direction. Everything has mass.

Designers use tricks to minimize this problem, but it does not ever go away.

Every so often a company will build a feedback system into a speaker driver to force the driver to go where it is supposed to be. That makes other problems, but it does help in this one.

Speakers need filters to divide the signal between the drivers assigned to each frequency range. Those use resistors, capacitors and inductors. Resistors dissipate power. Capacitors will not pass low frequencies. Inductors will not pass high frequencies. Those last two introduce phase issues which will affect the way the amplifier has to work. They create problems trying to solve the frequency dividing problem.

The next big issue is the room you use to listen in. It will have a floor and a ceiling and walls. Each surface affects the sound you get. The dimensions of the room will as well. A carpet will absorb some sound, as will plush furniture and things on the walls. The distance from each surface to the speaker driver relative to where you sit or stand or dance will alter the sound you get.

One of the dumbest things testing people do is to measure the anechoic response of a speaker. An anechoic room is a very special laboratory that has no reflections, and absorbs all the sound in the room. Some misguided speaker designers even try to make their products to work best in this condition. As almost nobody would live in such a room why bother?

The type of speaker as in di-pole, sealed box, ported, membrane, or whatever will react to the room uniquely. They can be moved about and aimed at your sweet spot, but the very best you can get is a compromise. Though it does give people something to fiddle with if they are afraid of solder.

There are products available that will measure your speakers in your room and create a correction profile and correct the total frequency response. Kinda cool technically, but that does not help distortion, oh and will only work for one spot in the room. But if you have few friends that is OK right?

Yes but with all the types of speakers out there you can still find something that works fine for you. You accept the flaws and enjoy the results.

I guess this is just another hit at my idea that there is no best. Find what you like and enjoy it. Other things are only different not necessarily better.

[vermilionstarlight]

Deep, gaming frustration in my chest when I see people engaging in oppression olympics once again. Why are you arguing whether transfems or transmascs experience more or less oppression under patriarchy. Minimal nuance added, it's just "X group has it worse."

And I look in the notes, hoping and praying that some sorta discussion reveals that OP does in fact have nuance. Maybe so I can even screenshot it and add it as a reblog. And I just see bullshit like "even non-passing transmasculine people have it easier than any transfem." And I just want to take them by the shoulders and psychically-beam some perspective into their fucking head.

Bigots don't CARE. A failed woman and a failed man is all the same to them (because that's all they see us as). They conditionally apply the oppression that women face and the oppression that men face, to BOTH groups. It's the philosophy that we deserve the assigned struggles of our agab, but also since we willingly tried to reach for another gender, we should also get treated with THOSE downsides, just to teach us a lesson.

Transmascs are treated as hyper-emotional and incompetent and talked down to like a woman, AND they're treated as dangerous and aggressive and belligerent like a man. Transfems suffer the social pressures of manhood and the lack of emotional availability, and are treated as dangerous and sexually aggressive, AND they're treated like sexual objects and hysteria-addled idiots and derided if they don't look perfectly pretty all the time, but called sluts and whores if they're TOO pretty. It's both at the same time. They don't distinguish, and they don't care. All they know is that we're "pedo groomer tranny faggots" and they'll use every tool of punishment in the book to make us suffer for it.

And the solution to these problems is the exact fucking same! You elevate trans voices (that are so often directly or indirectly silenced), you advocate for trans rights, you rail against the patriarchy, you dismantle gender norms, you push for gender abolition in general. We fight the same fight. Take my hand. We are stronger together.

If you get angry about someone saying their group suffers, that doesn't mean they're silencing your voice. That's the insecurity demons speaking in your brain and you need to kill them with hammers. They trick you into thinking everything is an attack on you or your group, and let me tell you they're vicious lying little dipshits. And if someone IS explicitly downplaying another's oppression? Try to remind them of what I'm saying. That we are in the same fight and what matters is helping people, not technical arguments over who's hurt the worst in what scenarios. The bad guys want us all equally dead. Get angry at them.

And this is NOT to say an analysis of how oppression works and in what ways it's enacted is somehow bad or contributing to infighting. The issue is not the subject matter inherently, but how people approach it. You can analyze the unique struggles of transmascs or transfems or whoever else, but if you approach it with a pre-existing attitude of "X group has it worse" or "Y group is so whiny about their issues" then you are not doing good analysis. There are infinite nuances to all oppression and how it relates to intersectional identities, the surrounding culture, the personalities of the persons involved, etc. You cannot approach it from the perspective of "MY group is oppressed and YOUR group is too, and you need to help us." You have to approach it like "WE are oppressed and WE need to elevate our voices/fight for our rights/etc." In so many ways there is barely any distinction between the transfem and the transmasc. And in so many ways they are very different, but that doesn't change the fundamental siblinghood they hold.

Almost no singular sweeping statement can possibly be true in the face of near-infinite human variation. We all suffer and we all fight to alleviate that. No group universally has it worse or better in every single situation everywhere forever, and we sure as fuck all have it bad in some context, and we need to stop that.

[babygirldabi]

Runaway Part 3

CW: This part is NOT smut, sorry to all my lovely horndogs, but I needed to throw some plot in there at some point, murder, guns, weapons in general, some sexual harrassment, a little teeny tiny bit of fluff, I think that's it. Fair warning I didn't do a ton of editing bc this took a lot of brain space THAT I DO NOT HAVE THIS WEEK, Definitely working on a Part 4 and probably 5 because I know where I wanna go with this now. As always, thanks for reading.

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Part 3

As you wake up, Dabi sits on the edge of the bed and goes over the plan with you.

It’s a simple transport; the Doctor needs the League to pick up some mysterious package and deliver it to his own personal Headquarters; something about strengthening the League’s Nomus. Dabi doesn’t share the details, and you don’t ask. The less you know the better. 

 “We have two vehicles, Spinner is gonna drive us, Toga, Twice and Compress will serve as the distraction in the other car, and you and I are going to handle the actual delivery.” He smiles as your eyes widen at this bit of information. 

“That’s- uh, kind of a really big test for a first mission, isn’t it?” You stutter, feeling overwhelmed. Dabi watches you squirm and smiles wider. 

“You and I have strong Quirks. If it comes down to fighting, Shig wants the strongest ones around the actual package to protect it." He doesn't mention that he specifically asked Shig to let him work with you directly. "You’ll be fine.”

"Why are we doing this during the day?" You inquire. "Isn't nighttime easier?"

"During the day there's more traffic. It's easier to blend in, follow the daily commute," Dabi explains. "We're less likely to get noticed if we're just part of the crowd." You nod. It makes sense.

“Is Shigaraki coming?” You turn and rifle through the clothes that Toga has lent you, trying to find something nondescript, forgettable. 

“No. We don’t want him near this one in case something goes wrong.” He doesn’t sound concerned. “Wear the black jeans and the black tank top,” Dabi orders, rising from the bed to glance down at the stack with you. “Nothing flashy.”

“Of course,” you murmur, picking up the specific items and turning towards the bed to dress. 

“You’ll have a hat and a mask, too, to hide your face. We don’t want anyone recognizing the latest ex-Hero hanging out with the League.” Dabi turns towards the door. “meet me at the bar when you’re ready. I’m gonna go check in with the others.” He doesn’t bother to wait for an answer, just leaves.

You scowl as you dress. For all his attentions last night, Dabi is back to being cold. He’s also being helpful, you muse, but it’s not the same. Last night you were the remedy for his nightmares, the distraction that grounded him. Today, you’re just the new hire. You finish pulling on the clothes and check your reflection in the mirror. You look like any regular civilian; forgettable, vague. Exactly what I want to be. You scowl at your reflection, then turn on your heel and head towards the main room. 

 Dabi is leaning against the bar, head leaned close to Spinner’s as they trace the route on a large map and mutter together. Toga skips over to take your hand, beaming. “Happy first mission!” She crows, practically dancing with excitement. “How do you feel?”

You can’t help but smile at her as she swings your hands gently together. “I'm fine. A little nervous,” you admit, and in your peripheral you see Dabi’s blue eyes flash up to your face before settling down to the map again. 

 “Don’t be nervous, this is routine,” Twice advises, before his left eye starts promptly twitching. “We’re so screwed!”

“Ignore him. He’s jumpy before missions," Toga giggles, then releases your hand to go stand by Dabi’s shoulder. “Compress is getting the car. We should be ready in a couple minutes.”

“Alright. Rookie’s with me and Spinner. Toga, you, Twice and Compress will be driving the distraction vehicle. Stay close to us and don’t fall behind until it's time to split off. Everybody look fuckin’ sharp.” 

 Thirty seconds later, the sound of an engine running approaches headquarters. A faint beeping prompts you and the rest of the group out the door, single file. 

 Just outside, in the late morning sun, a shiny red sports car twinkles, idling by the sidewalk. Compress waves from the driver's seat. Twice nods to you and Dabi and climbs into the car. Toga hangs back for a quick second to squeeze your hand. “You’re gonna be fine,” she whispers, then skips towards the car. As her door swings shut, you swallow hard and turn to look up at Dabi, who’s scanning the streets coolly. 

“Where did Spinner go-?” You start to ask, just as a big, gray, nondescript van pulls up, goes around the sports car, and parallel parks just in front of it. 

“There’s our ride,” Dabi responds vaguely, then jerks his head in the direction of the van. “C’mon.” He walks briskly, not waiting for you to keep up. You scurry after him. Suddenly, he stops and turns, causing you to almost bump into his back. “Oh-here.” He digs into the large pocket of his coat and withdraws a plain black facemask and a blue baseball cap. “Put these on.”

You obey swiftly, tucking your long hair behind your ears and arranging the rest of your disguise carefully. When you’re done, you look back up at him. 

“Good?” You ask. 

“Good.” There’s something strange in Dabi’s voice, some feeling you can’t quite decipher, before he breaks away and turns back to the van. “Hurry up. We ain’t got all day, doll.”

You roll your eyes but follow him, letting him open up the back door to the van and climbing in, settling down in the spacious second row. Dabi slams the door behind you and goes around, jumping into the passenger seat. 

Spinner is waiting, eyes focused, his claws clenched on the steering wheel. 

“Good to go, Lizard,” Dabi drawls, throwing his feet up on the dash. “Let’s get this over with.”

 You watch the route carefully as Spinner drives, several blocks up, two rights, one left, and across a bridge to the other side of the city. The drive doesn’t talk long, maybe twenty minutes, half an hour, before you pull up to the gates of an industrial park. The guard at the gate waits for Spinner to roll down his window, looking bored. 

“What’s your business here?” He demands, but even his voice is listless, flat. 

“We’re here to make a delivery to the Doctor,” Spinner responds sharply. “You gonna let us in, or what?”

The guard’s eyes widen and he seems to jump to life. “Oh yes-yes, sir!” His hand slaps a button, causing the gates to creak open. “Apologies. You know where to go-?”

“Yeah, we got it,” Spinner bites, and the van drives through the gates seamlessly. 

Dabi has been staring out the windshield the whole time, lost in thought, but as Spinner navigates the van through the industrial park, he turns to look at you. “How ya feelin’, Rookie?” His smirk is wide. 

Your chin jerks up in defiance. “I’m fine,” you snap back, causing his smile to spread wider. “Good girl,” he mouths at you, and your cheeks heat up as he turns to face forward again.

Cocky bastard. 

The van stops in front of a huge, gray warehouse. Spinner throws the van in park and jumps out, Dabi following suit without a word. You scramble across the seat to jump out the side door and catch up with them. You glance over your shoulder, surprised to see that the sports car carrying the others is nowhere to be seen. “Where’s everyone else?” You wonder out loud. 

Dabi strolls on, not bothering to turn around as he answers you. “They’re doing what they’re supposed to do; being a distraction.”

Spinner coughs a laugh and you decide you’d rather not know what the other half of the team is doing right now. 

 A man is waiting on the side of the warehouse, a baggy black hoodie covering most of his features. He shuffles forward, hands in pockets as your small trio approaches him. 

“You with the League?” he mutters, keeping his face down except to chance an occasional glance up. 

“Yeah. Sorry, we didn’t bring our business cards,” Dabi bites out, causing the man to shuffle his feet. “Is the package ready or not? We don’t exactly have time to chit chat.”

“Yes sir. Here.” The man pulls a flat package out of his pocket- no bigger than a large jewelry box, and hands it off to Dabi. “Does the Doctor need anything else from us?”

“We’ll be in touch.” Dabi flashes a vaguely threatening smile before turning on his heel and leading you back to the van. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man glance curiously up at you before returning his gaze to the pavement. 

 You do your best to walk coolly back to the van after Spinner and Dabi, fully aware that your heart is thumping so loudly in your chest that you’re concerned the others might hear it. For a second, you have to take a step back and take a look at your current life; you are committing crime with the League of Villains. This is not where you thought you’d end up. Oddly enough, you’re more comfortable with this crowd than you ever were as a Hero, even on patrols. The thought sticks with you as your climb back into the van and settle into the same seat as before. Dabi shuts his door and glances back at you. 

“See, not bad. Halfway done.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, buckling and leaning back in your seat. 

“You did good keeping your cool,” Spinner remarks, as the van chugs back to life and he shifts into drive. “Not bad for an ex-Hero.”

You blink in surprise; this might be the first time Spinner’s actually spoken to you. “Oh. Thanks.”

 Spinner chooses to ignore this and go back to silence, which is fine. Dabi gives you one last look before turning forward himself. In the silence, you gaze out the window and watch as you depart the industrial back and get back on the road. 

The Doctor’s headquarters are a bit of a longer drive; about an hour outside of the city. You watch as the urban settings change into suburban ones; sidewalks and payphones changing to trees and small family homes, before the van moves further into the outskirts of suburbia and heads up a small mountain road. After a couple bumpy miles, you pull up to a plain, nondescript house; a very heavily guarded one. Villains of all shapes and sizes stand at every inch of the perimeter; some smoking, some talking amongst themselves, some playing cards. All stand to attention as the van pulls up, shuffling their weapons or flexing their muscles intimidatingly. One of them, heavily muscled and holding a weapon- is that a fucking machine gun?- approaches the van first, right at the top of the drive. He holds his hand out, motioning for Spinner to pull to a stop, and then approaches the window. 

“Name and business,” he says brusquely, the minute the window is down. Dabi leans across Spinner to answer just as brusquely. “We’re with the League, here to make a delivery to the doctor, on Shigaraki’s orders.”

The villain steps back to mutter something into the earpiece he’s wearing. He waits a second, listening, then nods. “Proceed. Park to the left.” 

Spinner drives the van the remainder of the way up the drive, parking in the designated spot to the left of the house. You follow Dabi and Spinner out of the vehicle silently, ignoring the chills that go through you as you glance around and see that every Villain in the yard is watching your group with narrowed eyes and scowls. One of them steps forward, indicating that he’s an escort. “You can follow me.”

Dabi leads the group behind the escort, glancing back at you. You fall into step behind Spinner, keeping your eyes straight forward as you walk. 

As it turns out, the house is set up like a business; you walk through the front door to the waiting room, where a receptionist sits behind a glass cubicle- probably bullet proof, you muse, as the door swings shut behind you. The escort stands off to the side as Dabi approaches the glass. The receptionist looks up, smiling brightly after her eyes travel up and down Dabi’s body. “Can I help you?” She chirps, annoyingly perky. 

Dabi doesn’t smile back. “Here to see the Doctor. I’ve got a delivery.”

The receptionist nods, tapping rapidly on her keyboard and skimming the computer screen. “Ah, there you are- you’re with the League?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. Just one minute.” The receptionist picks up the phone, punching a few buttons, then waits as the other end presumably rings. You watch her eyes light up as whoever’s on the other end answers. “Doctor, the League is here with something for you. Shall I bring it back?”

She listens again, then nods. “Understood, sir.” Hanging up, she looks back up at Dabi. “The Doctor would like to see you directly. If you’ll just follow me-” She stands up to scurry around and open a locked door beside the window. 

You follow Dabi and Spinner through the door, but at the last second, the receptionist grabs your wrist, holding you back. Instinctively, you go to jerk away, but her hold only tightens. Confused, you glance at her. 

Her smile is candy-sweet, the opposite of the vice-like grip she has on your wrist. “Sorry, dear. The Doctor asked for Dabi and Spinner specifically. You’ll have to wait out here.”

Panicking, you look at Dabi, who has stopped beside Spinner and is watching this all go down. You watch as he considers all of this, then looks at you. “Stay here. We’ll be right back.”

 You swallow hard, dread creeping up your throat at the thought of sitting in this waiting room, alone with strangers- Villains you don’t know- without the people you’re comfortable with. You nod anyway, wanting to show Dabi that you can follow orders, and allow the receptionist to tug you back into the waiting room. 

She smiles again, a fake sweet smile. “You can sit down, dear. I’m sure it won’t be long.” With that, she slams the door in your face.

Rejected, you turn and head back into the corner of the office with the chairs, sinking into one and turning your gaze to your lap. Your legs are pressed tightly together, betraying your attempt to hide your anxiety, and your fists are balled against your knees, the knuckles turning white. You flex your hands, forcing them to smooth out, and cross your legs, glancing around furtively. The escort is still standing by the door, hands wrapped around his weapon, observing you watchfully. The receptionist has returned to her work, typing rapidly away at her keyboard, a self-satisfied smirk resting at corners of her mouth. In front of you is a low table with stacks of magazines on it. 

What is this, a Doctor’s office? You think, before realizing that, technically, it is. With a sigh you reach forward, grabbing the first magazine you reach and opening it in your lap, just to have something to do. You pay no attention to the articles or pictures as you flip through, your eyes glazed over as your anxiety gets worse with each passing second your accomplices aren’t back.

What the hell could they possibly be doing back there? What is taking so long? 

Oh, god. What if something went wrong?

You get stuck on this horrifying thought, trying your best to keep a casual look on your face as your mind goes a million miles an hour, trying to figure out how to escape if you get stuck here. A loud voice makes you jump.

“And who do we have here?” Another large man, one that you didn’t notice coming inside because your brain was having an anxiety spiral, plops down in the chair next to you, eyeing you like a meal. 

“I-I’m with the League,” you say shortly, avoiding eye contact as you rifle busily through the magazine in your lap. 

“Never seen a League Member who wasn’t welcome back to see the Doctor.” The man lets out a loud, booming laugh. You barely manage to keep from jumping out of your skin. “You new or somethin’?”

“Yeah. A new recruit.” 

“Interesting. A new recruit that we haven’t heard of yet. Usually Shigaraki tells the Doctor everything, as soon as it happens.” He scratches his scruff lazily. “Why are you wearin’ all that? Everybody out there thinks you’re real cute, only we can’t see your face.” Unbelievably, his hand reaches out as if to pull your mask down. You recoil sharply, slapping his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me!” Your voice comes out strong, biting. The man looks surprised, and then perturbed. Desperately, you glance around the room for backup; the secretary is ignoring the situation, probably used to this Villain harassing guests, while the escort stands by the door, watching in amusement. You're not gonna find any help here, you realize.

“Apparently you don’t know the rules around here, sweetheart. When you’re on our property, we’re in charge.” His voice is loud, threatening. “Take this shit off.”

A small struggle ensues; you go to slap the man's hand again and he seizes your wrist in a bruising hold, lifting you out of your chair. You struggle to get free, spitting curses and insults at him, while he attempts to hold you with one hand and pull your mask down with the other, crooning, "c'mon, sweetheart, don't be like that- just a peek- Ouch! You little fuckin' bitch-" as you punch him in the ear as hard as you could with your free hand. He drops you almost immediately and you fall to the floor with an oof, glaring up at him as he rubs his ear in annoyance and leans down to seize you again. "You little fucking cunt-"

“If you touch our rookie one more time, I’m gonna burn you to fucking bits.” The relief that runs through you at the sound of Dabi’s voice is embarrassing. You whip around from your place on the floor to see him and Spinner standing in front of you. Dabi’s eyes gleam wickedly. 

The Villian scoffs, standing up to flex his muscles at Dabi. He’s at least six inches taller and smirks down at him threateningly. 

“You wanna take me on, you fuckin’ punk? You tryin’ to threaten me?”

“Oh, it’s not a threat,” Dabi smiles. “It’s a promise. You don’t fucking touch her.” He turns to you. “We’re done here. Let’s go.” 

Scrambling up from the floor in relief, you try not to make your fear too obvious as you hurry around the edge of the wooden table and go right to Dabi’s side. He takes your arm, leading you outside in front of the escort, Spinner following silently behind you. 

Dabi all but pulls you to the van, throwing the door open. “Get in and stay in. Lock the door,” he says hurriedly, under his breath, and you don’t understand until after he slams the door shut and turns to face the Villain who has followed you outside, his weapon cocked and pointing at Dabi as he storms towards him. Horrified, you slam your hand down on the lock button. You can’t hear what he’s yelling at Dabi, but whatever it is gets cut short as Dabi lifts a palm and blasts him with a nonstop wave of blue fire. You jump in your seat and shriek as you watch the Villain try to run, screaming all the while, before collapsing to the ground, blue flames still licking at his skin. The other Villains around the yard watch in fury and horror before trying to rush forward. Spinner reaches Dabi’s side, both of them tensed to fight. 

“Hold on, hold on,” you hear from around the building, before an old, short man comes around the corner, hands in the air. He takes in the scene; his charred and smoking former employee, his enraged guards, and Dabi and Spinner, tensed by the van. 

“Everything alright?” the old man asks cheerfully, as if everything is normal. “Sorry, Doc. It couldn’t be avoided,” Dabi answers him, still tensed. 

Oh, so this is the Doctor. 

The Doctor considers this before shrugging. “That one was giving me some trouble, anyway. Apologies for the hubbub, Dabi. On your way. Give Shigaraki my best.” 

“Will do,” Dabi answers casually now, dropping his arms and strolling around the side of the van as Spinner quickly gets into the driver’s seat. As the door opens, you hear the Doctor addressing the other guards in the yard. “Stand down. Back to work, unless you want to join your friend here.”

Neither Dabi or Spinner even look at you until the van is safely down the driveway and speeding back along the main road. You’re too scared to speak, still shaking and trying to pretend that you’re not. You think you might be in shock- even as a Hero, witnessing murders was a rare and unfortunate thing. It makes you all too aware of the situation you’re in, how badly it can turn, what could happen to you if you disobey the League. 

It’s fucking terrifying. 

About a mile down the road, Dabi finally turns to look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks, in the same gentle voice he usually saves for Toga. Spinner picks up on this, glancing at him, wide-eyed, before turning back to the road. Dabi’s eyes don’t leave yours as you scramble for an answer. 

“Not really,” You finally croak, squeezing your hands together. Dabi reaches back and tucks a loose hair behind your ear. 

“I’m sorry it happened like that.” That’s all he says, giving you one last sober look before turning back to the front seat. 

“Thank you,” You finally say. Dabi nods, still facing forward. Spinner’s eyes dart from Dabi to you in the rearview mirror, but he stays silent, focusing on the drive. Following their lead, you turn back to the window, staring blankly at the scenery for the next hour before the streets become familiar again. 

When the van pulls up the headquarters, you’re surprised to see that the sports car is also already back. As you open the front door, Toga rushes out and hugs you. “Welcome back! How did it go?” 

“Uh-” you glance at Dabi behind you, Spinner just over his shoulder. “It was-”

“It was fine. Y/n did good.” Dabi doesn’t bother taking his coat or boots off, heading directly up the stairs. “I need to go check in with Shig. Then we’ll figure dinner out.” He glances at you. “Drink some water,” he instructs, before clomping up the stairs to Shig’s room. 

You stare after him, then notice that Toga is staring at you. 

“He killed someone in front of you. Right?” 

You gape at her, allowing her to take your hand and lead you to the couch. “How did you know?” 

“Because the first time he did it in front of me, I went into shock and he made me drink water for like, twenty minutes after I came out of it.” She smiles, a little sadly. “It’s scary.”

“Yeah,” is all you can think to say. Toga thinks for a minute and then jumps up, shaking her head. “Anyway, I’ll get you some water and then you can tell me everything about your first mission!”

 You spend the next forty minutes recounting everything to Toga, who’s curled up next to you on the couch, as you slowly sip your water. Eventually you feel more grounded, more present, between the water and the warmth of the room, the comfort of the couch. Toga listens, wide-eyed, beaming and nodding as you finish explaining the day's events. “Except for the murder part, it sounds like a really good first mission,” she says bluntly, and to your surprise, a giggle escapes your mouth. She looks at you in surprise as you begin to laugh harder. 

“What?” 

“‘Except for the murder part.’” You’re wheezing now, tilting off the couch at the surreality of the day. Toga can’t help but join in, the two of you collapsing on each other in a fit of hysterical giggles. 

That’s how Dabi finds you as he descends the stairs; you and Toga clinging to each other and laughing so hard that you both have tears rolling down your faces. Something in his chest swells. He’s never heard you laugh before, he realizes. Your laugh is sweet and bubbly, and he wants to hear more of it, but there’s business to be done. 

“Y/n.” You glance up, brushing the tears from your cheeks as you look at him. “Shig wants to see you upstairs.”

Oh, Jesus. You glance at Toga, who looks equally nervous and excited, and nudges you off the couch. You stand and join Dabi at the stairs, following him up. He leads you down a short hallway, knocking on one of the bedroom doors. “Shig. I’ve got y/n.”

“Come in,” Shig calls from behind the door. You tense, not knowing what to expect, but when the door swings open, Shig is seated in a beanbag chair, focusing on a video game. 

You internally breathe a sigh of relief. Okay, so maybe you’re not about to get whacked. 

“Shig. Focus.” Dabi sounds exasperated. Shigaraki hits the pause button before standing and turning to face you. 

“Dabi says you did well on the mission.”

You swallow hard. “I tried.”

“It was your first one. It didn’t need to be perfect. I’m interested in your story, y/n. From Hero to Villain in three days.” His eyes narrow at you, his head tilting slightly. “You really want to do this?”

You take a deep breath, gazing at the floor as you try to gather your thoughts neatly. “Being a Hero didn’t do anything for me. It’s only now that I’ve started working with you all that i realize how fucked up the Hero Commision is. I was a child. I was being trained to be a soldier. THey don’t care about your well-being. They don’t care about your health. They just want your Quirk power. That’s not a society I want for anyone, anymore. So, if working with the League can help shake the system a little bit, I’m here to help.” You chance a look up at him. “Let me help.” It comes out as a plea, soft and sincere. Shigaraki stares at you for a few long seconds, and then nods. 

“Welcome to the League, y/n.”

[p-antomime]

Why jinx the odds?

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 5,4K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!kurokawa izana, praise kink, worship, coercion, manipulation, heavy breeding kink, forced breeding & impregnation, power imbalance, scratching, hair pulling, nipple play, slight degradation & dumbification, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), names calling, baby trapping, obsession, filming w/o consent, toxic!izana, dark content.

pairings: stalker!kurokawa izana x fem!reader.

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tokyo rev. masterlist.

part I, part II.

author note: i highly recommend that eventual readers of this work have read the first and second parts before reading this one or that they will read them before starting to read this thrid and last part, practically the entire plot of this work is directly dependent on these others, so please read the first and second parts so you don’t get lost in the middle of the events here! also, thank you for read this!

Your head buzzes.

It feels like you've struggled to do a three-month job in three hours.

Like you've shoved so many drugs into your nervous system that the synapses in your brain are about to explode or burn out.

As if someone had forced you to ingest a lot of hallucinogenic synthetic drugs and then made you stare at Jackson Pollock's No. 5 for hours.

Your body shook on the bed slowly, as if testing whether something in it was weakened or compromised. From the texture of the soft sheets beneath you, you could discern that what lay below and around your space was your bed. Comfortable, warm, perfect. But there was something slapping across your face that was forcing you to frown in discomfort and frustration. Oh, damn, was there no one to close that window and let that beam of sunlight into the room? Oh, yes, you were the adult person in that house, so, no. You needed to get up on your own, but there didn't seem to be much strength left in your body.

The level of fatigue was mammoth. It seemed like you had been kept awake all night, and even a good dose of coffee wouldn't stop your head from feeling dizzy. What happened? Were you up late at night?

You coughed lightly and felt a slight pain in your vocal cords and throat. Elbows rested on the mattress of the bed and you frowned more, not quite sure that you were in your own room. The smell seemed different. Where was it coming from? It was like a man's cologne. Were your nostrils deceiving you? Slowly your eyes opened and you noticed how heavy they were, your wrists hurt and lips were swollen. As you looked around, it turned out that yes, the place was your bedroom, the window was wide open and the sky was beautifully blue outside. It was still early, but not that early. Your attention fell on your sore wrists, and there were finger marks there, but the rest of your body apparently seemed unharmed.

Seemed.

You moved to get up and had to stay still for a few seconds because of your head spinning. And then you could feel something running down between your legs. Immediately your hands pulled the sheets off your body and went to the hem of your pajama bottoms to pull them down along with your panties, but before you could finish this action you heard the bedroom door open and your breath caught in the middle of your throat. What did he...

— Good morning, sweetheart! — Izana spoke with a wide, happy smile on his lips, one of his hands dirty with flour. — How is my girl feeling today, hm? You got knocked out by fatigue in the middle of our night, but, don't worry. — He walked towards you, sitting down beside you on the edge of the bed and making you shrug your shoulders. — I've finished my job of filling you completely. — His hand that was clean landed exactly on the middle of your belly and you looked from the fingers to Izana's face.

— W-What? — You asked, thinking that you had interpreted Izana's words in the wrong way.

— You should rest today, you must be very tired and I want you to be completely well for when we start over. — You interrupted him with a look of confusion on your face.

— Izana, what are you talking about? Why are you...

And then before your mouth could finish speaking, Kurokawa pressed his palm against your belly and your memory recapitulated the several hours he stood over your body, his cock buried deep inside your pussy and cumming several times in a row inside you. "Gonna breed you so fucking good, tomorrow all you'll be thinking about is how I filled you to the brim with cum", you remembered hearing him speak before you started begging him to let you go.

— You didn't... — Your brain couldn't even produce any more tears, your body was too tired to care about showing discontent, hurt, resentment, anything but fatigue. — I can't believe it, Izana, you are.... — It was his turn to interrupt you.

— Yes, the father of all your children. Isn't that nice to know? I would be very upset if you couldn't remember our night of love. — He leaned over and planted a wet kiss on one of your cheeks, which you tried to refuse by pulling away slightly. — You wanted to be a mommy, didn't you? So, I'm here to help you with that, I'll always be here for you, my love. I love you, I told you this several times last night, can't you remember? — Now Izana looked a little disappointed and you felt like vomiting when you realized that what was wetting the bottom of your panties was most probably the remnants of his cum that had not been kept inside your pussy. — But anyway, I figured you'd wake up very tired, anyone would be tired after taking about four, five loads of cum, wouldn't they? So I made breakfast! Forgive me for using some things from the kitchen and pantry, but I couldn't let my girl go hungry, right? — He stood up slowly with a smaller smile than before and a glow reflected in his lilac orbs. — I'll get the food for you.

And as you watched him walk calmly out of the room, you felt lost.

This was one of the worst, if not the worst, scenarios that could ever happen in your life. How could you let Kurokawa Izana into your life without rethinking all his actions, all his mini-reactions. He was always this disturbed guy and only you didn't realize it? Oh, but there was no one to warn you. Izana is great at hiding his true nature, he's beautiful like Aphrodite and lethal like Dionysus.

You desperately got up, even though your head hurt, and ran to the bathroom attached to your room. You needed to vomit. As if throwing up last night's dinner would make the Kurokawa semen inside you automatically disappear. And Izana followed your movements through the screen of his cell phone that mirrored the cameras he had previously installed in your bedroom, the bathroom and other strategic points in your house. He was slightly worried about you, so he arranged your breakfast on a tray as best he could and walked briskly to your room through the corridors of the house and watched you come out of the bathroom wiping your mouth.

— I can get you some medicine, my baby, I'm here to... — You interrupted him with an irritated tone.

— Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear your voice.

— Oh... — Izana shrugged, but soon he was arranging his breakfast on the bed with the same smile as always, and you were watching him with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. — I made chocolate pancakes for you and also coffee, but I don't know how you like your coffee yet, so I made it to my liking. There are also strawberries and ryokucha. — He patted the vacant seat next to where the breakfast tray had been placed and looked at you with anxiety and anticipation. — Oh, even my... our son is only coming home tomorrow from his little friend's house, his mother called this morning before you woke up to let me know and I told her everything was fine. — A small feeling of desperation began to take hold of you as soon as your body moved on its own to sit up in bed and start eating, even if you didn't want to accept much coming from Izana.

— He... — You began to speak after some time in silence, the only sounds in the room coming from your mouth chewing and Izana's quiet breathing watching you with a curious and loving countenance. — Is he all right? — Your eyes rose from the food to the face of the man in front of you.

— Oh, you are so kind and unselfish, my love, of course he is all right. — Izana leaned over to lift one hand to caress your face and you instinctively tried to pull away, only to have him grip your chin firmly between his hands. — You should worry more about yourself right now, sweetheart. You were such a strong, good girl last night for me... no, for our children. I'll take very good care of you during these two days that our first child will be gone. — He spoke, leaving a kiss on your forehead, and you almost felt like you were about to throw up again.

However, Izana was and at the same time was not correct when he said that he would take very good care of you during those two days that his biological son with another woman was absent from your home. He would cook all your meals to spare you the effort, but at the same time he would take advantage of you taking a bath as night fell in the same tub that days before he was watching you on camera as masturbation material to spread your legs slightly and slide two or three fingers into you. Izana would say it would make you feel better, even if there wasn't even a spark of physical strength left in your body after the night he kept you up by breeding you several times. But, ironically, feeling his fingers moving in and out of you in the middle of a warm bath, with your legs spread wide apart, eyes ajar and head resting against the tub, really made the muscles in your body relax a little more.

You could feel Kurokawa's lips kissing your neck leisurely as his fingertips curved inside you and a soft moan escaped from between your lips. What was it about Izana that made you want more of his touch even after he broke into your home in the middle of the night to make a morbid dream of his come true? His fingers seemed more deft and nimble inside you than yours that had been touching you between your legs for much longer than he had.

— Izana... — You called him without even realizing it, and only noticed what had come out of your lips when he looked at you intently, as if he were a puppy ready to fulfill your every request.

— Yes, sweetie? — He asked, his thumb rubbing your clit slowly and managing to elicit a few whimpers from you.

You didn't want to ask Izana to keep fucking you with his fingers, you didn't want to subject yourself to asking him for something humiliating now or ever. At the same time that your body felt so good, your mind whispered in your ears that you were the dirtiest slut in the world, but how could your common sense blame you for anything when there were digits moving so deep, so well inside you? Grinding against your walls in such a good way that no thought seemed not to resonate with the image and features and silhouette of Kurokawa Izana.

— Harder... you can... — You looked at him still without lifting the head that was leaning against the tub and swallowing hard as you saw his eyes sparkle again.

— Like this? — Izana asked, thrusting fingers in short but strong movements. — Or like this? — This time he moved them in a deep but slow manner, and you groaned again as you saw the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten a little more when he used the second way to rub against your walls.

— The second one, ple-argh! — You gasped as you felt him begin to thrust his digits into your pussy with the second way definitely, your head only able to think: "Yes, fuck, yes, like this, just like this, perfect, perfect".

It was only a matter of time before your body ended up definitely cumming and as Izana helped you finish your shower and get out of the tub, you felt as if you couldn't support your own weight with own legs and mentally thanked him as soon as he started to help you walk to the bed. You were startled to see that the only thing reflected in his eyes was affection when he began to dress you in comfortable pajamas and then went off to make dinner after leaving you lying in bed with your cell phone.

For a split second you caught yourself enjoying having Kurokawa Izana looking after you, and immediately tried to shake your head negatively to scare the thought away. Don't let his pretty face fool you.

In the middle of that new night, Izana went to his house to get some clothes, and when he arrived at your again, he let you sleep in peace for a few short hours, but constantly during the night he stayed awake watching your unconscious body on the bed, your serene face immersed in the world of dreams. The moonlight entered the room through a small crack in the half-open window, and his eyes were staring from your lips to belly. He wanted to be between your legs again with his cock deep in your pussy pouring various amounts of cum directly into your womb, he needed to know that you were carrying his child. Izana knew that if there was any man with the right to fuck a baby into you, that man was him. The only man in your life.

— Fuck, I love you so much. — He spoke feeling all the blood in his body begin to concentrate in his pelvis.

But Izana didn't want to cum anywhere else inside you. However, with you unconscious he couldn't enjoy your beautiful moans and the way you whimpered his name even though you asked him to stop. So he leaned toward you, arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him, your back resting against his chest and ass pressed against his covered dick.

Evidently it didn't take long for his sneaky hands to start groping your body, squeezing your breasts without too much force and then sliding down to your pelvis with one hand inside your panties to run two fingers along your folds just to see them wet. You were always so ready to take him, you were practically begging him to impregnate you, weren't you?

Izana placed lips on your neck and kissed these region slowly before bringing a hand to his own underwear to pull it down. He heard a soft grunt escape your lips and from your body moving against his, it was clear that you were slowly being awakened from your deep and deserved sleep. His hand went back into your panties as soon as his cock was freed and as a weak moan escaped your lips an excited smile came over his.

— Yes, baby, I know you want this as much as I do, don't you? — He whispered as he lifted your hips only to pull down the bottom of the pajamas and panties until both garments were almost to your knees and placed his cock between your thighs.

— I-Izana... — You called out, rubbing your eyes, still partially drunk from sleep and taking a few short, short seconds to discern that you were awake and what exactly Izana was doing. — Stop, I don't...

— Shh~ — Izana spoke up locking his lips back on your neck and before lifting one of your legs and starting to run his cock along its folds. — Gonna make you a mommy, sweetie, just the way you wanted so bad.

He had fucked so much cum into you the night before that it would be kind of hard that there wasn't already a child in your womb, but he wanted to be completely sure. Why jinx the odds? Izana would breed you with or without permission. Fulfilling your desire to be a mother and his desire to be the only possible father for your children was above any consent, he knew that even if you said you didn't want to, it was a passing lie. You wanted it, how could you not want it?

And when you tried to pull away without having recharged all your energy reserves, Izana used one arm to hook your waist and hold you still in place as he slid his dick into your pussy slowly, enjoying the sensation of having you again squeezing him hard. A guttural moan escaped his throat, it hadn't even been two days since he had last been widening your walls, but already there was a sense of longing overpowering him internally. If he could, he would spend the rest of the days of the week just keeping you as his fuckdoll, breeding you over and over again during the day, fucking his cream deeper and deeper inside you until your cunt could no longer hold all the semen inside and ended up leaking out in piles after he was sure that this time there would be no escape. It was as if Izana's mind lived in a vicious cycle of baby fever.

— You always take me so well, sweetie, you are perfect for me. Just perfect. — He spoke whispering close to your ear and began to move your body up and down against his cock, your pussy milking him without any hesitation whatsoever.

And even though your body was tired, your throat moaned his name over and over again and the same pain from before slowly began to reappear. Izana's eyes slid down your body to get a good look at the spot where he was fucking you from the side, and the sight of watching his dick disappear and then appear as it slid in and out of your pussy combined with the wet sounds escaping from the intimacies of the two of you colliding seemed like the only music he needed to live to. After all, he was doing it for you, always for you.

You swallowed him so well, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix and giving you a sudden sensation of pain even though it was masked by the growing pressure deep inside your belly. You couldn't believe yourself, wanting to cum on the dick of that heartbreaking man again, that man who somehow had a sick obsession with you and masked it all with the excuse of loving you.

One of his hands went down your groin and as soon as his fingers started working against your clit you found yourself unable to control your body's own urges and ended up cumming all over Izana's cock. He groaned at your tightness on his shaft and started bumping his hips in a stronger rhythm against yours, now your body literally was just a fleshlight for him to use and fill with cum. The liquids from your sensitive cunt were getting wetter and wetter as Kurokawa's dick continued to move in and out of you unrelentingly. And it felt so good, to have him rubbing against your sensitive walls and in a completely raw way, you wished he would stay for the rest of the night inside you, completely enlarging you and fucking as many loads as humanly possible into your womb.

Oh, but Izana was so merciful to you. He only came once inside you with a strong thrust and his hands tightening around your waist as moans came out through his lips. And as soon as his cock escaped your warm walls, his hands promptly went to put your pajamas and panties back where they belonged. He didn't want to waste any drops and you fell asleep again with his seed still inside your pussy with the man behind you on the bed whispering that he loved you and your conscience whispering in your ears that it was a lie.

And the next day Izana's biological son came home and you gave as much attention as you could to that child who wasn't to blame for anything his father did, even though your body still begged for another good long hours of sleep.

Before you could even notice, little by little that house was no longer inhabited mostly by just two people and the man with white hair and tan skin was increasingly present there. In the next two weeks there were even several of his clothes sharing the closet with yours, most of your coats smelled of Izana's body cologne. It was possible to tolerate his presence, especially when he treated you so well. You were almost his princess, there wasn't a day that he didn't tell you how much he loved you, how beautiful you are, how good you were as a teacher in your profession. Izana really was madly in love with you, putting you on a pedestal that perhaps wasn't deserved.

Silently, you and Izana agreed in unison that maybe it would be better if you two stayed together, and now he had access to your entire weekly schedule. He knew where you were, who you were with, what you were wearing, what you intended to do or buy, almost everything went according to his tastes and he was satisfied, or partially satisfied. Izana still wanted a child of his own with you so badly, it was a need, a demand. He wanted to see your swollen tits and belly carrying a son or daughter, but lately your work as a teacher kept draining your strength to the point that the first thing you did at home after showering was to fall into bed.

One Sunday evening as night was falling, Izana noticed that the house was very quiet and went looking for you in the corridors, finding you on the desk in your room, clasping different colored papers in hands. His son was fast asleep in the cute little room you had prepared for him even before you adopted him. You looked so beautiful distracted, he could admire you for long minutes in that comfortable dress before slowly approaching and encircling your waist with his arms. Izana missed feeling your body next to his after long days of not having the possibility to use your pussy and slide his hands down your shoulders, legs, breasts, waist, thighs.

— I missed you so much these days. — Izana began running the tip of his nose along the side of your neck and inhaling a good amount of your perfume. — You smell so good. — He whispered with lips lightly caressing your skin and you grunted as you noticed his cock rubbing against the curve of your ass.

— Not now, honey. — You replied, continuing to flip through the papers in your hands and trying not to lose focus. Oh, "honey", he melted when you called him that. — I'm busy.

— I just need to... — Izana said with his hands massaging your shoulders and then sliding down your body to lightly squeeze your breasts and rub nipples. — Feel you, just a little. You don't know how much I've wanted to touch you all these days. — His right hand sneaked up to the hem of your dress, sliding under it and immediately going to use two fingers to press on your clit above your panties.

You even tried to keep putting your notes of preparations for the next class back in order for a few more minutes... until Izana put one knee between your legs to spread them apart and slide fingers into your panties while his other hand kept squeezing your breasts. He was so hard to resist because he was persistent and liked to beat you usually by fatigue or coercion. You danced in his footsteps until now, but today you felt the need to at least stipulate one rule. At least one.

— Pull out today. — You spoke in a firm tone and looked to him, watching Izana raise one of his eyebrows as if to ask if you were challenging him to get what he wanted.

— Hmmm... — Izana squinted eyes at you and added more pressure with his fingertips on your clit, and you held back from moaning. — Okay, sweetheart, I can do this for you today. — He nodded, and you suddenly felt relieved, allowing yourself for the first time to really enjoy the way he caressed your body. — But... — Izana leaned down to put his lips next to your ear to whisper. — For the rest of the week I’ll breed you every day, no matter how tired you are, understood? — And your head nodded in agreement.

In a matter of seconds he was on top of your body with lips on yours in a completely breathtaking kiss and his hands starting to get rid of any clothing that was on your body. Finally seeing you naked after long days of torture without being able to touch you in the slightest respect for your physical exhaustion seemed like a fever dream, Izana's mouth was literally salivating as he pulled your hips up and literally fell mouth over your pussy to lick and suck you in such an eager manner that it made your legs start to tremble in a matter of seconds.

You knew Izana was good at working with his mouth, it was obvious when he put his lips over yours and easily mastered the kissing although you almost always wanted to test how willing he was to let you take the reins. His mouth was soft and firm at the same time, he knew how to distribute and remanage the pressure of his tongue and lips on your cunt and it didn't take long for you to turn into a drooling mess with a trickle of saliva escaping from one corner of your lips while your hands tangled fingers in his soft hair and his were busy keeping your trembling legs open.

The more you began to be overwhelmed by the pleasure provided by his mouth, the more pussy-drunk Izana seemed between your thighs, the harder it became to control your own moans, especially when you could feel the man eating you out by leaving little vibrations against your cunt in various attempts to suppress his own sounds. What a lewd scene.

But of course Izana wouldn't let you cum anywhere other than his cock. He liked to incite you to the mistake of thinking you could cum in his mouth only to have his face moved away completely and you become frustrated as his body placed itself over yours again.

— Aww, my pretty girl is frustrated? — He took your chin in one hand with a small smile on his lips. — Don't be like that, you're so needy and greedy, I'll give you anything you want, sweetie. — Izana let wet kisses run down your breasts while his hands massaged the inside of your thighs and his eyes dropped momentarily to your exposed and leaking pussy.

Immediately your hands went to leave light scratches down that light haired man's back and you could almost see hearts reflected in his lilac orbs as his pupils suddenly dilated. Yes, do that to him. Mix pain and pleasure and you automatically have a feral Izana ready to break you up and drain any sanity from your mind. There wasn't even a remote chance he would end up pulling it out in time, no. Now Izana wanted to bury his seed deep inside you as always, perhaps even deeper than on all the other days his claws had reached you.

He didn't need your consent. He never needed it.

So as soon as his cock slid into you and his tip lightly kissed your cervix and your legs curled around his hips for balance, Izana let his head fall back still feeling nails scratch his back until they left welts as evidence of the crime and began bumping his hips against yours in an intense pace that was making your body rise and fall in accordance with his. His breeder balls slapping against your ass and your walls swallowing him without even thinking about letting him get off you without giving you a good breeding.

And then your moans became too loud and Izana painfully slowed the pace inside your pussy, one hand placing itself over your mouth and you looked at him desperately not knowing how to contain the very sounds escaping from deep inside your throat. He was moving in and out of you so slowly. It was torturous. And Izana continued like that for long minutes until you grabbed his wrist to try to pull his hand away from your mouth and force your hips against his just to get a little more friction.

— Be quiet. — Izana knew that you two couldn't bother the neighbors any more than already had on other days. — What are you, hm? A slut in heat or my good obedient princess? — His fingers pressed harder against your mouth and you felt small tears form at the corner of your eyes, feeling his dick slowly filling and emptying you. His other hand was gripping your hip tightly, as if completely ready to hold you in place if you think of trying to escape him.

Izana looked you straight in the eyes, the color of his now darker, at the same time as hips continued to pound into yours at the same painfully slow pace and your mind couldn't think of anything but several whimpers for him to fuck you at the same relentless, brutal pace as always. For the first time you missed being treated like a ragdoll by him. However, now you could feel his pelvis rubbing and pounding against your clit, which increased your stimulation, but still you felt as if you were going to lose complete control.

— You're going to be quiet for me, aren't you? You're not going to be a dumb whore, right? — He leaned over you with hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat and you nodded desperately, it was as if your eyes were seeing a completely different Izana, surrendered to primal instincts and when his hips thrust somewhat deeper than the previous ones, soon his dick was in and out of you again quickly.

Slowly his hand slipped from over your mouth to latch onto the base of your neck to keep you still as he thrust into your inviting pussy. You wanted to drain every last drop of cum from him, Izana knew that even though you had told him to pull out. Oh, pull out? No way, he was going to fuck a baby into you once and for all, he was going to have you as a good mommy to his children definitely.

You could feel his cock twitching against your walls and knew that he was about to cum inside. The tears kept streaming down your cheeks and blurring your vision and hands started pounding against his chest, your mouth madly begging between controlled moans and desperate gasps for him not to cum inside. No, no, stop, stop. Izana! Pull out!

You just didn't expect your orgasm to come at such an inopportune moment as now and cloud your senses and ethical judgment.

And all Izana did was press your body against the bed mattress and burrow deep inside you as his dick filled your walls in white hot spurts. His mouth opened into a small "O" of euphoria as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix and injected his milk directly into your abused womb. If you had luckily escaped having his babies the other times, bad luck would catch up with you and destroy you the same way he finished destroying your body. The sensation was insane for him, having your cunt milk every last drop out of him was like a gift from heaven.

— Yeeees! — Izana spoke in a slurred manner, looking up at you with a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips before he leaned over. — I'll m-make you have my babies, you'll look beautiful carrying them here. — He brought his hand from your waist to your belly, caressing it as you tried to stop crying and normalize your breathing.

Oh, you really trusted Kurokawa Izana. What a tragicomic mistake. He is a walking menace.

Maybe during the course of the week you bought a pregnancy test just to clear your conscience. And a few days later you went for a blood test for the same purpose, of course Kurokawa went with you. The result was usually delivered a few hours later and even if the pharmacy test had already given you a preview of the answer and you had thrown it in a public dumpster, Izana already knew what the outcome was.

That's why he had a satisfied, beaming smile carved on his lips from the moment the two of you stepped into the hospital lab.

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Echo – There For You 14 – A Real Embrace

Echo X Female!Reader

Warnings (more or less): Slightly Suggestive/ Insecure Echo / Overprotective Echo / Hurt Echo / Fluff /Soft Echo

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Your wrist has healed, but Echo doesn't have his arm back yet and is still uncomfortable with the way things are right now. He needs your encouragement to lift his head again.

Tech is proving to be a good brother and has not given up on finding the important replacement parts for Echo's arm. The search for those parts sends you on a little journey.

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What Happened Before:

There For You 1 - I’ll Stay With you

2. Just You And Me

3. Under Cherry Blossoms

4. I Can’t Lose Her

5. The Scent Of Memories

6. A Little More Time

7. Heat In A Cold Night

8. Traditions

9. Revelations

10. Sweet And Painful

11. Tears In The Dark

12. Guilt

13. Everybody Needs Somebody

14. A Real Embrace

The weather was glorious. The sun was shining, it was pleasantly warm, the birds were chirping, the sun's rays were falling through the canopy of treetops like dreamy little spotlights, illuminating the nature all around you.

You sat with your back leaning against Echo's chest in his arms, between his legs. The two of you had chosen a spot not far from the retreat, a soft patch of moss, under a tree with wide spreading branches from which dark purple leaves hung. You had no idea what this kind of tree was called, thinking about whether you might have heard the name before. But something distracted you.

Echo had begun to radiate a certain restlessness sometime after you had settled down. Every now and then his real fingers slid over your wrist, which had long since healed, while he seemed to keep searching for an adequate position for the scomp link arm.

"Echo my darling, what's wrong?"

He lifted his head and kissed the top of your head before murmuring, "Why? What's supposed to be wrong?"

"I can sense your restlessness. Do you want to tell me what's bothering you? Is it still the arm?"

Echo sighed, nuzzled his cheek against your head and said, "It's just been taking so long, searching for the parts needed to fix my actual arm and make it safe. I knew it would take a while but... it's been five weeks and... I miss touching you properly, holding you properly, like a real man does."

You straightened up and turned to face him, putting your legs over his so you could look directly at each other.

"Echo, stop that" you spoke softly "You're a real man, you always have been and you always will be. I love every moment with you, every heartbeat, it doesn't matter if you hug me now with one arm or two."

You gave him a mischievous smile and added: "Besides, just last night you proved that you know how to touch me with the scomp link, I thought it was pretty hot".

His serious, downcast expression turned into a smirk.

He chuckled, "That really turned you on, huh?

You nodded with a suggestive smile.

"You are very skilled with the scomp link as well."

His smile widened and you could feel the pride your words had inspired.

Later that same day, Tech approached you as you were entering the house.

"Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair are on a little delivery mission, nothing big, but for now we're alone," he said, typing something on his holopad.

He handed the holopad to Echo who had to release his arm from your hip to receive it.

"Wait, is this the missing chip for my arm?" he asked excitedly.

Tech nodded with a mellow smile "Indeed. The same dealer also has the fiber cables for the artificial neural pathways, I could use it to increase the sensation in your arm, you could feel touch properly again, not just process it as data in the artificial part of your brain, it would feel like a real arm and hand"

Echo beamed at you.

"The parts are very expensive, but I'm willing to throw in a decent chunk of my own credits, Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair each left me some of their own credits too before they left" Tech explained.

It was obvious how touched Echo was by this gesture from his brothers. They all knew how much he longed to be able to use that arm properly again, how important it was to him, especially in relation to you.

Echo said a little timidly "I can't possibly accept that".

"Of course you can," Tech said insistently, "Modesty is out of place here, we are family."

You smiled at Tech, pleased that he would not allow Echo to withdraw out of modesty. Once he had that arm, Echo would soon be breathing easy, feeling better, his confidence getting a much needed boost.

"I've already prepared the Serenity".

The Serenity was a small, hyperspace capable, transport shuttle that was used by the Bad Batch every now and then when they needed to split up.

You nudged Echo delightedly, gently with your elbow and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek.

"Let's go!" you exclaimed with a laugh, hurrying ahead of the men out to the shuttle.

Tech smirked, "She's.... cute when she's this enthusiastic."

Echo laughed, "Yes indeed."

The dealer who had the parts was on Batuu, which was a little farther away and the hyperspace trip took a little while. Echo, Tech and you played various card games, but Tech won almost every time. Except for one dice game, Tech was a little unlucky and Echo and you won a few times. Tech strained to find a strategy for the dice game to win, but it was a matter of luck, a concept Tech couldn't do much with.

"You can't always win, Tech," you said with a laugh.

Tech raised his infamous finger and said, "Theoretically you can if there are strategic opportunities, games of chance however, are much harder to control"

Echo smiled and said, "But it's not about control, it's about having fun."

"Winning is fun after all" Tech remarked.

"Yes of course, but there's more than that that's fun about playing, like being with people you like, the conversations you have along the way, the jokes you might exchange, things like that" you explained.

Tech nodded and said, "Well, I'm familiar with that concept too, yet I like it better when I can play strategically."

You smiled knowingly, "You don't like to give up control."

"No one should like to do that" Tech insisted.

The beeping of the console distracted you from your conversation. The next moment, the shuttle exited hyperspace.

"We've reached orbit around Batuu, I guess" Tech said, rising from the console and walking into the cockpit.

"Go with him," you said to Echo "I'll clean up the cards and dice."

By the time you had cleaned everything up, Echo was already calling for you.

"Come on Cyare, we're going in for a landing."

Ever since the day you suffered a small laceration on your head during one of Tech's landing maneuvers, Echo insisted that you strap yourself in for takeoffs and landings. He didn't do it himself, at least not always, and neither did all the others. But for his sake, you buckled up, even if you thought it was excessive. Echo always worried about you, and this had become even more intense since he had accidentally hurt you.

You rolled your eyes, but with a smile. There were worse things than having someone who genuinely cared about you.

By the time you got into the cockpit, Echo was already standing next to one of the passenger seats, tapping the back of the seat with his scomp link arm.

"Sit down."

You suppressed the sigh that wanted to pass your lips and complied with his request.

However, Echo checked three times after you buckled in to make sure the seatbelt was on properly.

Since your patience was wearing thin, you gently but firmly grabbed his hand and said, a little more tensely than you would have liked: "Stop it, you're making me nervous. I already know how to buckle up, Echo."

He paused in his movement in surprise, talking back was not at all something he was used to from you. He blinked, and you could see that your pitch had caught even Tech's attention, and he looked more or less inconspicuously in your direction. Echo blinked, scratched the back of his head uncertainly, and muttered, "Sorry, Mesh'la."

You instantly felt bad about that, you hadn't meant to hurt or upset him, but he sometimes overdid it so much that it did wear on your nerves a bit.

Echo sat down as well, Tech finally initiated the landing, and when the shuttle finally landed in a settlement on Batuu, you hastily unbuckled yourself, pulled the surprised Echo aside, and kissed him intimately.

He was so perplexed at first that he didn't react immediately, but it took only a few heartbeats before he returned the kiss just as intimately, his warm lips parting and his tongue chasing yours.

He automatically pressed against you and you clearly felt his arousal in the air, you knew under his cod piece it was just getting tighter and he seemed to have completely forgotten that they were not alone in the room.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you could tell he was struggling not to pull you into the next bunk with him.

"I'm sorry" you said softly "I didn't mean to snap at you like that, your concern for me, is just a little over the top sometimes."

Echo smiled, kissed your cheek and said "That's okay, I guess my overprotectiveness is exhausting at times"

You laughed and said, "A little bit maybe"

Tech cleared his throat "We should get going, we have an appointment, sort of. Also, I would appreciate it if you would postpone any further intimacies until some time in the future"

Echo swallowed and gave a soft, "Oh," as if he had just realized that you weren't alone.

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