#Ngh wanna draw em

[tonycries]

A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)

Synopsis. Smile for the camera - as best you can when you’re being absolutely wrecked in all sorts of ways underneath them anyway!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Choso x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, exhibitionism (Toji’s), mutual másturbation, phone séx, créampie, oral (female + male receiving), vibrators, bóudoir, manhandling, marking, Gojo is a menace, fíngering, dp, face-sitting, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 3.8k

A/N. Was gonna add Sukuna but I feel like he’d hate modern technology.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - The internet sensation

“Whaddaya say, you horny fuckers? Think she deserves to cum?”

Now, Toji Fushiguro is always one for extra cash. Who wasn’t, really? So when you approached him with a devious idea, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty girl?

He just didn’t think he’d be here - your bare legs splayed out on his lap, dripping cunt spread so shamefully, buzzing vibrator deafening over your pretty moans - all in front of that blinking camera. And the hundreds of thousands behind it.

“T-Toji, wan’ cum. Wanna cum so bad, please.” you mewl. Big, fat tears dripping down your cheeks at the way he’s been teasing you for so long now. You can barely make out the rush of comments flashing across the screen.

The camera captures everything so sinfully well. The way your cunt is completely soaked, clenching desperately around nothing as Toji slides the vibrator along your swollen folds. Circling your needy hole, just grazing your swollen clit. Teasing them just as much as you. 

Pathetic fuckers, he thinks, but entertains their desperate comments anyway.

“Hmm, they’re saying I should let you cum, pretty.” he whispers in your ear, low and hoarse with need. “Saying I should be ‘nice.’” 

He brings the vibrator - now glistening with your slick - to his lips. Licking a long, languid stripe up it, collecting your sweet juices on his tongue. Turning it ever-so-slightly towards the camera to show off what the fuckers behind it will never get, he hums dangerously, “What do you think, my girl?”

You gasp out a sob, uselessly trying to buck your hips toward where you needed him the most. “Please, Toji. Wanna cum, I’ll do anything.” 

“Oh yeah?” he chuckles, spreading your legs open even further with a feral groan. 

In one, fluid motion, he buries the vibrator deep in your dripping cunt, relishing the surprised yelp that leaves your swollen lips. “Then show ‘em how much you like it, pretty. How much you love me not being ‘nice.’”

And that’s all that is said before he’s fucking you into you at an urgent, sinful pace. Pulling out all the way till the buzzing tip just circles your swollen folds, ramming into you with no care or concern for the burning stretch. Toji knew you liked it - besides, it was half the size of him anyway.

“C’mon, smile for the camera, pretty.” he grunts into your ear, “Tell ‘em how I make m’girl feel.” 

You can barely choke out, “Ah! Oh- shit. S’good. Hngh-”

Blood rushes straight to his cock at the way you were taking it like such a good girl. Head lolling against his muscled shoulder as Toji pushes the vibrator in and out in and out in and-

“Yeah? Who makes you feel this good?”

Angling it just right to expertly hit against that one spot he knew would have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Ngh- Ah! You!” you whine, thighs quivering at both the burn of being so spread open and the electricity coursing through your veins at Toji’s relentless pace. Mind spinning, vision blurring, you barely register the hand snaking its way down down down.

A harsh thumb pressing down hard on your throbbing clit. “Wha- Toji hah-” you squeal as he starts drawing slow, tight little circles on it. Lazy and languid where he was fucking into you mercilessly like you were his lil’ toy right below. 

“Tha’s right, my girl. Say it for all those lonely little fuckers behind the camera to hear.” He doesn’t stop thrusting the vibrator into you, instead speeding up his movements impossibly at the lewd squelches filling the heady air.

“You. No one- else- hngh-” you moan softly hips bucking up in tandem with his hand. “M’gonna- Ah ngh- m’gonna-”

“Say my name, pretty.”

“T-Toji! Hah-” you squeal deliriously, cumming desperately around the buzzing vibrator. Walls clenching as he continues to fuck you through it. A smug little smirk on his face as he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, body bowing jerkily into his. 

Ah, you look so pretty like this. Those losers behind the screen were probably at the gates of heaven already. 

In the haze of your orgasm, you barely hear the low murmur from above you. “Now, you horny fuckers. Think her pretty hole can take my cock at the same time?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The secret album

Geto Suguru doesn’t let anyone touch his phone - especially his photo gallery. Always turning off the screen from prying eyes, pocketing it safely before flashing an innocent grin. 

But why? That one time Shoko stole his phone while he was in the bathroom revealed only a few blurry, aesthetic shots of you, the sky, and you. So what did that man have to hide?

Well, what she didn’t know is had she scrolled down just a bit more - before Geto ripped the phone from her hands - she’d have come across the treasure trove named with a simple “Love.”

Not one, not even tens - but hundreds upon hundreds of videos of you all falling apart underneath him.

Most of them favorited, all of them sorted so meticulously according to his tastes in a way that showed he spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you. But it wasn’t enough to capture your perfection. It never was. 

Which is probably why Geto had you sitting prettily on his face, juices spreading so lewdly across his mouth as he tonguefucked you into insanity. 

The video was shaky, focusing in and out of the way your bruised lips dropped into a soft oh! as he bullies past your swollen folds. 

It zooms in on the dazed expression on your face, eyes miles away. “Oh, Suguru. M-more” your broken moans crackle through the speaker. Just barely capturing the soft ah! ah! ah! escaping your lips each time Geto’s tongue dips into your sloppy hole. 

Oh, this video was definitely going in his favorites.

“Take the phone, love. Show the camera how good I make you feel.” he murmurs into your dripping cunt, words hoarse with desire. 

And Geto might love you on film - but this was your favorite part. When the camera flips and you see him in all his disheveled, sinful glory. “Ah- y’look so pretty under me, Sugu.”

Dark hair splayed out on the pillow, stray strands sticking to his forehead as he looks at you with hazy, pussy-drunk eyes. His ringed fingers holding your thighs apart in a bruising grip. Lips glossy and swollen as they continue their abuse on your ravaged pussy. 

Flattening his tongue along your swollen folds, sliding teasingly between them. Your slick glistens in the dim lighting, dripping down down down the lower half of his face. 

And Geto, well, looks like he’s absolutely in heaven. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he licks at his girl’s pretty cunt, tipping his head back further just to let your sweet juices slide down his throat. 

You’re so focused on how pretty he looks that you almost miss the long fingers deftly snaking their way along your thigh. Spreading your swollen folds apart with his thumbs, he whispers raspily, “Shit. No video in the world can capture how pretty you look like this, love.”

The pure look of admiration has the camera shaking, and you sputtering out, “Wha- Suguru what nonsense-”

“Shhh, my girl. Lemme take care of it.”

And with that he’s sinking knuckle-deep into your pussy, while his ruby lips wrapping around your swollen clit. Zooming in desperately on the way he rolls his tongue harshly along it, sucking so sensually. Like a man starved. 

“Ah- hngh, Sugu. Feel s’good.” you gasp as he starts thrusting his fingers inside you. God, you don’t know how you don’t drop the phone at this point, white-hot jolts of pleasure running up your spine from where Geto was making out so sloppily with your cunt. 

Tears sting your eyes as he curls his fingers just right to brush against that one spot that has you bucking into his mouth for more more more- Hitting it over and over-

Fingers tangling in his silky hair, the video grainy with movement as you use it as leverage to grind deeper into Geto’s face. Chasing your high with an almost-embarrassing neediness. Close. So close. 

A muffled, “Cum f’me, love. Cum for the camera.”

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes, and Geto’s hungry gaze searing into your brain - and the video - as you chase peak after peak on his pretty face, grinding down desperately. Your vision is hazy, head spinning. 

But Geto’s is decidedly not as he quickly skims through the obscene video, lips still attached with yours. 

Ah, damn these cameras. No matter how high quality, he could never quite capture the delicate trail of drool decorating the corner of your lips. Or the exact pattern of the neat crescents that your nails leave on his chest. 

They could ever quite capture the perfection that was you.

But it’s fine. 

That’s what multiple takes are for, right?

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The photographer

Nanami Kento wasn’t into photography - which didn’t quite explain the tripod and hefty camera set sitting in the corner of his office. 

No, he was more into absolutely fucking ruining you in front of the camera just to capture a semblance of how heavenly you look for him. Which, well, explains the countless framed photographs decorating the walls of his often-locked office. Nothing extremely explicit - but enough to make a stray onlooker blush and look away.

And well, how could you say no? Especially when he had you bent over his desk, leaking tip dragging teasingly along your swollen folds, camera aimed right at the way you lean into his cock. 

Cold tabletop digging into your skin, his fingers warm on your pulsing clit. Drawing tight, methodical little circles. So like him.  

“C’mon, darling. Arch your back more f’me like a good girl.” he murmurs lowly, breath hot against your ear.

As if on autopilot, you press further into his swollen cock. Sliding it deftly between your folds, just aching for any bit of friction. “K-Kento, please-.” you babble, delirious from him and his piercing gaze and him. 

“Mhm, spread your legs more f’me. Yeah, jus’ like that, darling.” he mutters, voice steady with the audacity of someone that wasn’t grinding his rock-hard cock into your dripping cunt. Hips moving in shallow, mindless little motions despite himself. Yet, holding back so agonizingly. 

So, you take matters into your own hands. 

Slowly, purposefully, you lift yourself higher, arching so desperately into Nanami’s throbbing cock. The soft little bump! bump! bump! of him pulsing against your walls a tempo that you were losing your sanity to. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d be almost embarrassed by how needy you were acting. “Kento! Wan’ you to fuck me alre-”

You don’t get to finish the sentence, because Nanami only takes a second to snap back his hips before pressing into your dripping cunt. The stretch of your walls absolutely addictive.

Click!

Ah, there was the perfect shot. 

All the blood rushes to Nanami’s cock at what showed on the screen - the exact moment that he split you apart on his cock. Your eyes wide, mouth parted ever-so-slightly, such an obscene mixture of shock and ecstacy painted across your face. 

His girl was so beautiful. Especially when she was stuffed full of his cock.

“This is what you wanted, right?”

One hand steady on the camera, the other pulls you deeper onto his cock as Nanami begins to move inside you. Pulling out all the way till his leaking tip is just circling your sloppy entrance - only to ram his length into you mercilessly. 

“My girl wanted to be full of my cock?” he hums darkly, “S’full she can barely even speak?” Hungry eyes devour the way your pretty pussy was milking him so greedily, barely even letting him pull out to fuck back into you harder than before.

“Ah! Yes- hah-” you breathe out, “”Wanted hngh- s’bad-”

He maps every curve and dip of the way you grind down onto his cock, taking in the obscenely heavenly sight of his cock disappearing into your pretty pussy - and so does the camera. 

Click!

Another one - your eyes locked onto Nanami’s. Dripping cunt just barely in the frame as he continues ravaging you from behind. 

Back arched, such a sinful little expression on your face as you buck your hips wildly to meet his thrusts. As frantic as the hasty little movements of his thumb on your throbbing clit - not even circles anymore, just sloppy, sinful motions to get you off. 

“Hah- please Kento,”

Click! Click!

Oh, if Nanami had it his way these photos would decorate every hallway of this house. For everyone to see.

“Wanna- hngh- wanna cum, Kento.” you mewl, ass stinging from where Nanami’s toned pelvis smacked yours at a ceaseless, maddening cadence. Clit now ravaged from both his ruthless abuse and the heavy balls smacking against it with each thrust.

Click! Click! Click! 

“Then cum, darling.”

You see stars behind your eyes as you cum - or maybe that was the unforgiving camera. Capturing each and every detail of the way eyes, dazed and fucked-out, lock onto Nanami’s. Swollen lips dropping into such a pretty oh, Kento! Pushing yourself from the desk on shaky arms to arch so sinfully as Nanami goes over the edge as well. 

Camera shaky for the first time as he twitches inside you savagely, before pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your quivering walls. Trickling down your legs so lewdly, pooling at the sterile floors below - a problem for later. 

Click!  Ah, another gem for his walls.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - The urgent calls

When Choso video calls you, you know never to answer in public. Why? Well… 

“Cho, what is- Oh.” Your words catch in your throat as you take in the absolutely sinful sight on your screen, cunt clenching in anticipation as you slowly bury deeper into your covers.

Legs spread on the bed, such a pretty blush dusting his face, throbbing erection leaking furiously on his toned abs - your boyfriend was an absolute vision. 

“Baby…” he whines, sending a jolt of pleasure right down to your cunt. “Was missin’ you today.”

Ah, you can’t help but tease him a bit. Raising a brow, “Oh really?” 

Despite his absolutely ravaged state, Choso finds it in himself to scoff, “M’serious. Jus’ thinking about that slutty pink bra you had on today. How much better it would look on my bedroom floor.” 

A large hand makes its way on screen, deftly snaking down his milky skin - down, down down all the way from his abs, resting just at the tufts of black hair at his toned pelvis. Waiting. Teasing. 

Now it was your turn to scoff, pussy twinging impatiently at the way he was so stubbornly waiting for you to break first. Well, two can play that game.

Unbuttoning your shirt slowly - so agonizingly slowly - revealing just a flash of that pink he wanted so bad. That rips a low groan out of Choso, precum smearing on his palm as he squeezes his swollen cock. Success. 

“C’mon now, baby, don’t tease. Be a good girl f’me.”

Batting your lashes mockingly, “You first.”

You always did know how to get what you want, huh? Because with an impatient little grunt, Choso spits a steady stream of saliva once, twice onto his furiously red cock. 

Your mouth waters as he grips the base tight, so achingly hard and flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink. Precum leaking down his glistening veins, pooling at the heavy balls that twitch at the mere sound of your voice as you mutter, “Oh. You really did miss me.”

“Mhm, your turn.” he gets out through a low hiss, desperation bleeding through your speakers and into the heady air. Starting to pull on his cock in shallow, mindless little tugs - just the way you do it.

Finally relenting, you slip off your top, reaching for the clasp behind your when-

“Keep it on. Now spread your pretty legs for me, baby.”

Choso’s greedy eyes are locked on the screen as you flip the camera, showing off your already-soaked panties. Oh, you little minx. 

“Shit. You don’ know what you do to me, baby.” he groans, movements getting jerkier. Fist flying up and down his cock - just wishing his hands were yours. Ah, how yours would be softer, prettier, straining to cup his thick cock. “C’mon now, my girl. Show me you wan’ me just as much.”

God, Choso thinks he could cum right on the spot as you hastily remove your wet panties, delicate trails of slick connecting them to your pretty cunt as you slide it down your legs. Yet, he manages to find it in himself to grit out a low, “Touch yourself the way I would, baby.”

And, well, you don’t need to be told twice. 

Bullying your fingers through your swollen folds, thumb just grazing your throbbing clit. Purposefully teasing yourself - purposefully not giving in to what you craved so bad. No, you were too entranced with what was onscreen. 

With the way Choso was fucking his fist so desperately. Like he was trying to fuck something delicious out. Harder on the base, featherlight on his flushed head. Thumb teasing under the slit just the way you would.

“Shit- Oh, baby,” Choso groans, his hips bucking wildly as if he could somehow close the distance between you. His grip on his cock almost painful as he pounds into his hand. Ah, how you wish that was your hand instead.

Your fingers dip lower, rubbing your entrance. A thrill running through you at the way Choso’s eyes widen as you slide a finger inside yourself with a whine of his name. 

“Need you here with me, need to feel you around me,” you pant, rubbing against your clit in time with his fist, eyes locked on the way his throbbing cock twitches in his hands at the mere sound of your voice. Palm running up and down up and-

“Choso, just come here an’ fuck me already.”

You catch a glimpse of his eyes flickering closed, breath slowing, a satisfied smile curling his lips and then- thick spurts of cum covering his toned abs. Glistening so deliciously in the dim lighting as Choso strokes himself through his high. 

You on the other hand…

“Cho~ Can’t cum without you here.”  you hum coyly, slightly whiny yet not desperate - not yet.

“Get ready, baby. M’gonna be there in five.” Ah, how you loved when Choso video calls you.

♡ GOJO SATORU - The wallpaper fiend

Gojo Satoru loved to show off his wallpaper, babbling about his “beautiful girlfriend” as he flashed the picture to any and everyone he came across. 

It wasn’t anything strange, really - just a slightly blurry photo of the upper half of your head, eyes slightly scrunched like you were in the depths of laughter. It’s only when someone stares too hard, finger pressing just a bit too long that Gojo snatches back his phone with an unreadable little smirk. 

Because if they had they’d notice it was a live wallpaper. 

One that - despite being so proudly the great Gojo Satoru’s wallpaper - was for only his eyes to see. One where the camera shifts ever-so-slightly downwards to show you splayed out deliciously on your mattress, pale, sculpted thighs straddling your face - zooming in on the way your swollen lips bulge wraps so lewdly around his throbbing cock. 

“Oh, sweetheart, jus’ look at you.” his voice rumbles from above, voice hoarse with desire. “Taking my cock so well, huh?”

All he gets are muffled groans, tears glistening in your eyes as Gojo shoves his length deeper down your throat. He chuckles lightly, fucking into your hot mouth in small grinds of his hips, “Oh yeah, forgot you can’t speak sweetheart.”

Ah, what a smug bastard. And despite the dick lodged in your throat, you find it in yourself to stare up defiantly into his greedy gaze, moaning sinfully around him. That makes that confident facade crumble a little, the camera is shaky as Gojo lets out a broken little, “Sh-shit. You’re really asking for it.”

And maybe you were a mastermind - maybe you were an idiot. Because Gojo pulls his hips back till his leaking tip is just kissing your kiss-bitten lips. Smearing his precum around your glossy mouths. Only to slam back into you mercilessly, forcing you to relax your throat - because Gojo’s had enough of playing game

His searing grip on your scalp just out of the frame as he fucks into your mouth like his personal toy. Not stopping till your nose is pressed into the snowy white tufts of hair at his pelvis. 

Camera scrambling to capture the way your throat bulges so obscenely as he fills you up, starting to fuck into you in shallow, mindless little thrusts. “Mmm, ngh. Fuck, sweetheart. Can feel me inside you right…” A large, veiny hand makes its way into the video as it wraps around your throat, squeezing. Tight. “...here.” Gojo rasps over your choked-up moans. 

Tears were streaming down your face now, nails digging desperately into the hand wrapped around your throat. But it seems Gojo had no care in the world for them. Because he coos mockingly, “Awww, don’ cry, sweetheart. Jus’ look at that slutty mouth of yours, sucking the fucking soul out of me.”

And as the screen grows grainier, the camerawork more shaky - Gojo’s hips grow more frantic. 

Cock hitting the back of your throat at a maddening cadence in a way he wishes the camera could pick up. Hand tightening around your throat as he fucks into you faster and deeper. Hip chasing the feeling of your tongue wrapped so deliciously around his throbbing cock. Delicately tracing the veins along the side, flicking his sensitive slit just the way you know he likes. Over and over-

The screen flashes white - or maybe that was just Gojo’s cum. Shooting thick, endless spurts of his seed that paint your pretty face white. And oh, this was his favorite part, how you take it so well. 

Your tongue darting out to catch the stream of cum that gushes out of him, pooling it on your tongue before letting it slide to the back of your throat. Eyes gazing up so eagerly into his as you stick your tongue out to show, well, nothing. Taking him up so greedily. 

And if Gojo was any less of a man, he’d be showing this off to everyone he knew. And in the end, before the wallpaper goes back to that seemingly innocent picture of your face - if he turned up the volume real high - Gojo could hear his voice in the background, breathing out through ragged gasps. “C’mon, sweetheart, I wanna make a few more wallpapers.”

A/N. LMAO this came to me when I thought about how Gojo is the type to have a polaroid of your tits behind his phone case. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mercseven7]

i can't wait to go back to school and play ouch at lunch with all of my queer friends from different class sections. i can't wait to go back to school and they take us outside for gym and me and my aroace amab autistic friend skedaddle to the small playground furthest away and do nothing but draw and use our phones and hide from the rest of the class. i can't wait to see my old teachers while my sister and I walk to our classes because we have to go the same direction before she reaches her class and we have to split up cus I gotta go up another set of stairs. I can't wait to eat breakfast with my sister and her our friends (most of em from her grade) but what I CAN wait for is to see my STUPID SCIENCE TEACHER FROM LAST YEAR LIKE WHY TF WOULD HE DECIDE TO TEACH THE GRADE I'M GOING TO THE COMING YEAR I DON'T WANNA SEE HIS ASS. he lucky he's middle aged with long ass dreads and facial hair and he's the charming kinda of insufferable and he's kinda ngh

I'm sorry I shouldnt have said that last part

[kurogoesinthedas]

A bunch of Hogwarts Au facts

Dalish elves culturally have no concept of pureblood/mudblood. Mages get their vallaslin after graduation.

Elves are rarely sorted into Slytherin. Fael is the only Slytherin elf of his year.

The few dwarves in the school are either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, as they are surface dwarves. The dwarves that live in the cities underground have their own magic school.

The Pavus family is a line of Slytherin purebloods... That Dorian broke being sorted into Ravenclaw like the nerd he is.

Ages in this AU are as follow: Fael, Linna Sera and Dagna same year, Numin Dorian Mae and Felix 1 year older than them, Josephine Leliana and Cullen 2 years older, Cassandra is 3 years older, Nehlarien 4. Cole is a friendly ghost of the castle. Bull and Krem are from Durmstrang, and meet the group at the Tri-wizards tournament. Solas is the History of Magic teacher.

Maevaris instantly welcomes Fael as soon as he's sorted. She later introduces him to Dorian and Felix. They become fast friends.

Honeydukes Sweetshop is Linna’s favorite place in the entire world.

Sera and Dagna are the Fred and George of this generation of wizards. The whole school is filled with fear and awe. 

Fael and Dorian relationship is the slowest burn to ever slow burn. Fael starts to have feelings during his 4th year. Dorian start hardcore pining for his best friend halfway through his fifth. 

(half of the school had placed bets by that point)

A worrying amount of magic equipment start exposing Dorian’s hardcore pining. Everyone realizes BUT him.

They get together during Dorian's last year at Hogwarts, becoming that kind of couple everyone lowkey hates because they’re a) top tier and b)they’re just so damn sweet it’s sickening. 

For real at some point pink heart shaped sparkles may or may not have physically appeared around Fael while he was dreamily eyeing Dorian from the other side of the Great Hall.

Nehlarien and Cassandra hook up at some point because I said so. They’re the Gryffindor quidditch powercouple.

Nehlarien dies in a magic accident the summer between Fael's fourth and fifth year. It's a hard time. Grief brings Fael and Cassandra together to a weird but honest friendship.

Fael was a Chaser of the Slytherin Quidditch team up from his third to his fourth year. Afterwards, he left due to discipline issues following Nehl’s death.

After Dorian's graduation, Halward tried to get him to marry a pureblood girl from Beauxbatons. He discovers Dorian's relationship with Fael. Things go south.

After months of not receiving letters during his last year at school, Fael puts together a rescue party Weasleys-in-chamber-of-secrets style and that's when Dorian meets the entirety of clan Lavellan.

His stunt nearly costs Fael the school year, but Headmaster Flemeth found that amusing. She’s weird like that.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

War of the Warriors.

*While the trio make their daring escapades inside, the battle continues to rage on outside.

Alright! So by my estimations, your quota’s are 200 Monokuma’s each! That should hold the line until Komaru, Toko and Makoto can bring down Osone!

RRRRAAAAGGGHH!!!

*Nagisa states this and the Monokuma’s rush in to attack. Everyone starts fighting back.

The odds are way too stacked against us though!

You’re right…So here’s an idea! Don’t fight in one place! Split up into teams and spread out!

What about the civilians? If we take this fight elsewhere, wont they get hurt?

Not if we keep these guys focused on us! Let’s split and split!

Alright…Tojo? May I ask you to come with me?

Of course.

Hey. You with the bombs? You ever played Baseball before? Mind being my pitcher?

S-Sure! Let’s go!

Hey, Masaru? Wanna tear up the town for real this time?

Ha! Do I!?

Alright then, Maizono, you’re with me! I need someone to watch my back.

Got it!

Guess that just leaves us then Ryoma.

Sure…I can work with this…

*The group then split. Ryoma and Monaca, Leon and Jataro, Yuta and Masaru and Kirumi and Nagisa split off into different directions, attracting the attention of the Monokuma’s that follow them. Sayaka and Kotoko stay where they are.

*Yuta and Masaru take off down one street, with an army of both grounded and airborne Monokuma’s pursuing them.

You know, I don’t know why I was ever scared of these things! For an army of Monokuma’s they’re a pretty motley crew!

Works for me! Makes it easier to BEAT EM UP!

GAGH!

*Masaru emphasizes his point by beating down three Monokuma’s who get near him. When the third one swipes him he launches off it’s head and then lands knee first on it’s head.

YAAAH!

GGGUUUGH!

W-WOAAAH!!

*Yuta rams his metal arm through a Monokuma that rushes at him, as several other Monokuma’s also run towards him. They collide with their ally and basically dogpile on top of him.

Yuta!

Ngh! Gotta dash!

*Yuta quickly escapes the pile, and he and Masaru make a run for it as more Monokuma’s run towards them.

Hwah! YAH! HRAGH!

*Kirumi, accompanied by Nagisa, retreat into a tight alley to cut the Monokuma’s off from a wide fighting space. One by one, as they draw closer, Kirumi fights with her one armed wooden blade to fend them off, with Nagisa providing backup where he can.

You damn robots!

*When they get too dangerously close, Nagisa hits them with the barrel of his blaster.

OOF! ACK!

HYAH! ARGH!

*Kirumi also weaves through them, alternating between slashes with her sword and strong kicks.

Puhuhuhuhu!!

*The alley begins to become crammed with Monokuma’s. Nagisa charges up a powerful blast when he notices this.

I won’t let you kill our Hope! HAAAAH!!

AAAAAAH!!

*The laser that fires out of Nagisa’s cannon is immense. All of the Monokuma’s in the alley are immediately decimated.

*pant* *pant*

Puhuhu! AHAHAHAHA!

Ggh!

There’s more…! We must go!

Yes! *pant* *pant*…

*pant* *pant* Ngggh…!

HWAH!

UGH!

*Back outside the building, Kotoko is tirelessly holding down the fort, but the more swings she takes with her axe, the heavier it seems to become. Eventually, one of the Monokuma’s gets behind her and kicks her in the back of the head, knocking her to her knees.

Hey! Black White and Ugly! Look up here!

Hah?

*The Monokuma’s all turn their attention upwards, as Sayaka is standing on an elevation near the skyscraper above them, right next to a large company billboard.

Kotoko! Move out of the way!

*Sayaka delivers a kick to the billboard, revealing she unhooked and unscrewed it, and causing it to fall down on the Monokuma army.

GAGGH!!!

*All the Monokuma’s around Kotoko are crushed. Sayaka hurries down the elevator.

That was…pretty awesome girl!

Hehehe…Thanks…

!!?

Puhuhuhu…

*There’s hardly any time to celebrate however, as more Monokuma’s draw in.

So…I don’t suppose you could use those legs for kicking ass too?

Eeeheheheh…

Alright! Toss me one!

Ah-AH! AH! AAAH!

*Jataro clumsily juggles his bombs as he and Leon are pursued by the army.

H-Here!

Toss it!

YAH!

*Jataro lobs the bomb in the air towards Leon.

HOME RUN!

*Leon smashes into the bomb with his baseball bat and launches it towards the small building near him. The bomb explodes and the building crumbles on top of the pursuing army.

GRAAGH!

Quick! We gotta go!

God damn these things! They won’t stop coming!

Um…gross…

Shut up you dirty minded fuck, you know I didn’t mean it like that!

*Leon keeps his complaints there though, as the two of them continue to run.

Alright! This way! They can’t fight here!

Got it!

*Monaca and Ryoma, like Kirumi and Nagisa, decide to take the alleyway approach. The Monokuma’s pursue them, but with a mix of attacks, they take down most of their pursuers.

You know, despite your height, you’re pretty good! UGH! Guess that’ll stop me from underestimating you…

Then again-NAGH! We tore up the town as kids when we were your size. Figuratively and literally…Granted we relied on robots…And hey, I might’ve been shortest since my legs didn’t work-

I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a fight before Towa, but there’s usually not this much talking.

Right, right, my bad…And there’s also a lot of dirty tricks like the one that Monokuma behind you is about to pull?

Huh? UGH!

*Sure enough, A Monokuma rushes at Ryoma and gets him in an armlock.

YAH!

UGH!

*Ryoma front flips and lands on top of the Monokuma, finishing him by ramming his iron ball in it’s face. He also dodges one that takes a swipe at him with it’s claws and throws him against the wall.

NGH!

YAH!

*Three Monokuma’s then rush Ryoma at once and ram headfirst into him.

DRGH!

Hup!

*Monaca suddenly leapfrogs over Ryoma and aims her open palm at the Monokuma’s. She fiddles with her scanner, and suddenly, a huge laser beam explodes from her glove, decimating the rest of the robots in the alley. Rubble also falls down from the buildings and blocks their path.

Your height also makes it easier to hop over you and do cool shit like that!

I get that we’re allies, but seriously, you NEED to shut up…Huh?

Puhuhuhu!

Dammit! They’re tunnelling through!

Oh…yeah, they can do that…

Let’s go!

Right!

*huff!* *puff!*

*pant* *wheeze* Pitch!

PUNT!

*Jataro and Leon continue making a run for it down the road, with Jataro lobbing his bombs in the air and Leon smacking them in the ensuing army.

AH! HAH!?

YAAH!

*One Monokuma suddenly gets dangerous close to Leon and is about to snag his jack with it’s claws…

WHOAH!

NGH! HAAAAH!

*Luckily, Kirumi and Nagisa burst out of a side alley. Kirumi kicks the Monokuma back, while Nagisa runs backwards and continues to fire on the crowd.

Thanks for the save!

Worry not! Dammit, there’s no end to them!

Hey! Watch out!

Huh!?

*As if things couldn’t get any worse, now that the group is together, the split off armies following Kirumi and Nagisa, as well as the group following Masaru and Yuta suddenly join up and chase all of them. Some of the Monokuma’s are equipped with bombs and blasters and they lay into the group.

Everyone! This way!

*Nagisa guides everyone to hurry down the street, but the army draws closer and closer, no matter how far they run.

YAH!

*One of the Monokuma’s suddenly launches an RPG at the team.

EVERYONE GET DOWN!

YAAAAH!

AAH!?

*Ryoma and Monaca suddenly arrive out of nowhere and Ryoma serves the Iron Ball and smashes it right into the RPG. The RPG falls back down into the Monokuma crows and explodes, destroying a large quantity of them. The rest however still pursue.

I’m getting tired you guys! I don’t know how long I can keep up!

So…would now be a good time to bring up the kill code I had?

Huh?

Kill Code?

Well, you see, my scanner allows me to control most technology, including the Monokuma’s. I mainly use if for Kurokuma these days when he’s being defiant.

But the scanner has the ability to activate this kill code that will automatically activate the bombs inside any Monokuma’s within a 10 mile radius from me…

Why didn’t you say that sooner!?

Well, it takes about 10 minutes to charge up, and of those 10 minutes I have 3 seconds left, so if we just-

*BEEP BEEP*

Done!

*Monaca suddenly stops running and turns to face the Monokuma army.

MONACA!

Kill Code…activated…!

H-Huh!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

*Monaca strikes a pose with her words, and suddenly, every Monokuma chasing the group suddenly explodes. A huge cloud of dust covers the whole area, and buildings around drop rubble.

Ngh…*cough* *cough*

I-Is everyone ok!?

…ow....

*Monaca lies in a crater in the ground.

Monaca!

*Masaru, Jataro and Nagisa immediately rush over to her.

Don’t worry…I’m good-! That…was awesome!

…

Yeah…hehe…It sure was…

Heh…Glad to see you’re all still alive.

Indeed…That was…something…

So…Is that all of them?

Eh…Wouldn’t be so sure…That was all our lot at least…I think Sayaka and Kotoko might still be dealing with them.

Then let’s rush back and help them! We have no time to lose!

[hjbender]

how would thor handle it if loki told him he wants to stay with the grandmaster cause he takes good care of him

Ooh, ouch, my heart—but a very intriguing scenario. (Here is the current list of Angstmaster Saga ficlets.)

If this were to happen and Loki never mouthed the words “Save us” to Thor, but instead led El away with a distressed look on his face, I could see Thor eventually sneaking back to Sakaar as soon as possible and trying to get close to the Grandmaster’s inner circle without being recognized. He attends parties and fights and races and other gaming venues but can never seem to get close enough to Loki to catch his eye. The Grandmaster keeps armed bodyguards around his family 24/7, and then there are the throngs of fans and admirers that Thor must elbow through (but not too earnestly; he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself). And of course, the paparazzi.

They’ve been gaga about Loki, whom they call “The Grandmistress”, ever since he was brought back to Sakaar and crowned Bae and First Baby Mama before a cheering crowd of thousands. They always publish articles and glamorous photos of Loki—only good things, of course, because the Grandmaster will melt anyone who criticizes his lovely consort—and rave about his style and fashion sense and what a great mum he is. Some of the more zealous Sakaarans get plastic surgery, tattoos, and dye injections in their skin to look like their jötunn idol. It’s a life of opulence, admiration, attention, wealth, and fame for Loki, who has even grown to like En. The man may be a self-centered, pleasure-seeking philanderer, a murderous, despotic dictator, but this is the most stable and content Loki has ever been in his life. He is accepted here on Sakaar. Loved. Adored. And the Grandmaster is a good father, even if his parenting style leaves much to be desired. He spoils El too much and leaves Loki to be the sole disciplinarian, and encourages all sorts of bad habits that Loki must correct. But it’s really no worse than the average parent.

Better than his own father, Loki thinks bitterly.

Thor finally succeeds in getting close to Loki at a club one night. Loki recognizes Thor in the VIP lounge and waves him through the several layers of bodyguards separating them. “It’s alright,” he tells them. “I know this man. He was a former servant of mine. His character is unquestionable. Let him come.”

Thor warily slides into the plush velvet seat beside Loki and tells him in an excited whisper that he has a plan to get him off of Sakaar. And by using the Time and Reality stones, they can set a trap for the Grandmaster that will erase Loki from his memory—permanently.

“You will be free,” says Thor, grasping Lok’s jewelry-adorned hand and grinning. “You can come home.”

But Loki doesn’t smile. He swallows and slips his hand from Thor’s, rubs his belly pensively. “Yes, I can… but I’m somebody here, Thor,” he says in a distant voice. “I’m not just a jötunn runt or the god of thunder’s mischievous, untrustworthy brother. I’m not a failure and a traitor to these people. I don’t have to hide behind illusions anymore. I can be who I am. Nobody on Sakaar cares about my past or what I’ve done. No one is clamoring for justice for the things I did on Midgard or Jötunheim—”

“Those things can be made right again,” Thor insists. “It will take time and effort, and I can’t promise it will be easy or painless, but it is possible for you to earn back our people’s trust, and then we can—”

“You don’t understand, I’m done struggling, Thor!” Loki snarls. His voice is angry but there are tears in his eyes. Thor goes quiet. “That’s all I’ve done since I was born! Struggle and scrape for validation, for love, for equality!”

Thor’s shoulders slump, his heart pricked with the sharp, cold knife of truth. He remembers those words Loki spoke. He remembers them very well. I only ever wanted to be your equal.

Loki goes on. “I’ve spent my whole life scratching and clawing for the things that were simply given to you. You have no idea what it’s like to forever be the second best, the least favorite. The suspect. The villain. Your life was one of privilege and acceptance, of trust that you never had to earn—and you expect me to come back to that same life and work even harder to earn what should have been mine from the beginning? To bleed myself dry just to be seen as your equal?” Loki takes a breath to calm himself. He is very pregnant and gets easily winded. “I am tired of fighting this war, brother,” he says softly. “I will not win it. You were right, this is where I belong.”

“On this trash planet?” Thor mutters. “Worshipped by whoremongers and fools, with that perverted madman raising your children?”

“Better to reign in Hel than serve in Valhalla, as they say.”

A tense, painful silence falls for several moments. The bassline of an upbeat electronic song thumps in the air between them. Lights flash, partygoers laugh and dance and drink colorful cocktails.

“So that’s it, then,” says Thor finally. “You’re going to stay here. You’re going to stay with him.”

“He cares for me.”

Thor gazes at Loki with his mismatched eyes. “But he doesn’t love you. Not like I do.”

Loki smiles sadly and touches Thor’s cheek. “No. But he has offered me something that you cannot. A clean slate. Security. Stability. A chance at a normal life… or what passes for normal here.”

“Right.” Thor’s eyes drift down to Loki’s wrists, at the wide, thin gold bands clasped close to his skin. The cuffs with alien symbols etched onto them. “And I suppose giving up your seidr is part of the new normal, too.”

“I don’t need my magic here.”

“Your magic is a part of you, Loki. It always has been. You were meant to wield it.”

“Perhaps the old Loki did,” he says coldly. “The Loki who wore the illusion of an Asgardian and had no other strengths or skills. The Loki who was forced to lie and deceive and cast glamors in order to make something of himself. No, that Loki is gone.”

After a tense pause, Thor nods. “Indeed, he is.”

A small voice suddenly rings out across the lounge: “Mumma!”

Thor watches Loki’s face immediately light up with happiness, and feels his soul shrivel into a sad, dried-out husk. A moment later El Vee Gast crawls into their booth and up onto his mother’s lap.

“Oof, darling, there isn’t much room left there!” Loki laughs. “Here, sit beside Mumma like a big boy. There we are.”

Thor stares hollowly as Loki, radiating an effortless maternal air, sets his son beside him and combs his tousled black hair from his eyes. “Is Daddy almost done playing?”

El nods. “He wanted me to ask if you wanna eat at home tonight or go out tonight.” His accent sounds a lot like the Grandmaster’s. “But can we stay home? I wanna make pïcza with Daddy again. That was fun last time.”

“That’s an excellent idea, darling. I’m sure he’ll like that.”

“But no peppers because little sister doesn’t like ‘em, right?” El pats Loki’s round belly and looks up at him with a happy smile.

Loki chuckles. “No, no peppers for us.”

El then notices Thor and get quiet, pressing shyly against Loki’s side. “Who’s that man?” he murmurs warily.

“This is—” Loki hesitates, turning to Thor with an anxious face. Thor shakes his head slightly: no names. Loki puts on a false smile and pets his son’s head. “It’s nobody, darling. Just someone Mumma used to know.”

Thor doesn’t expect those words to hurt as much as they do. It feels as if all his insides have been ripped out of him and nothing is left but an empty coat of skin.

“Go tell Daddy we’re staying home for dinner tonight,” says Loki, ushering El off the seat and nodding to his child’s bodyguard—a huge Kôrvian—who follows the scampering boy to his destination.

Loki picks up his fancy glass and drains the rest of his sparkling blue drink in a single gulp. “I have to be going now.” He awkwardly slides out of the rounded booth and struggles to stand; Thor is by his side in a moment, grasping his hand and helping him up. “Ngh, thank you,” Loki grunts.

“You’re welcome.”

For a moment they look at each other’s faces: Thor’s, heartbroken and hurting. Loki’s, solemn and steady. Then Loki offers up a melancholy smile, squeezes Thor’s hand, and leans in close.

“If he catches you here, he’ll arrest you,” he says under his breath. “And if he catches you with me, he’ll kill you. Don’t come back.” He quickly kisses his brother’s cheek. “Goodbye, Thor.” Then he turns and glides away, flanked by half a dozen bodyguards.

Thor stands there, tears shining in both his eyes, and watches Loki walk out of his life forever.