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estinesstories · 1 year ago

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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽.

𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙.

(𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 🥰)

It all started with a slam of the door, that’s when things first started going down hill.

“Don’t slam the door,” You grumbled, one more slam and you’d have to buy a new one. “where have you been? You were supposed to be here hours ago.”

He only scoffed and glared at you out of the corner of his eye, taking off his shoes. You leaned against the kitchen counter to your spacious apartment with your arms crossed, dressed in a sweatshirt and some sweatpants.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” He huffed, not yet meeting your eyes as he made his way to the cold dinner plate left on the island counter you were leaning on. “I told you I had a meeting that extended my hours.”

“No, you didn’t.” You stated sternly, making him finally look you in the eyes with annoyance. You ignored it and kept on, your voice rising with every word till you were almost yelling. “You never tell me anything, and it always leaves me worried on the couch looking at Velvette’s socials to make sure you’re there and not-”

You quickly cut yourself off. What were you even going to say- cheating? You felt your eyes sting slightly at the thought, but Vox didn’t seem to notice your sudden discomfort, instead taking the situation in the worst way. He growled, though it came out distorted, as he stomped a few paces towards you.

“What, fuckin’ some other chick? Are you seriously accusing me of cheating?” His own worries that accumulated inside his head came out in fits of anger. He didn’t mean that, not with that tone. Still, he went on. “Do you actually think I’d do that to you? After all I’ve done for you? If anything, you’d cheat on me!”

Holy fuck, he didn’t mean that at all. His screen glitched as he over thought the words, but you were too busy arguing, hurt that he would think you’d be disloyal.

“What in the fuck are you talking about? Why the hell would I ever cheat on you, Vox!?” You yelled in his face, vision becoming blurry from tears. He scowled at you, eyes widening in surprise at your little outburst, not even noticing this wasn’t anger, but pain putting you in this state.

“You don’t ge- zzt- to yell at me like that, fa-c-ce it! We both know you’d be t-t-the one to cheat in this relationship, you don’t-t-t even like me anymor-r-re!” He yelled back, voice glitching as his fans ran wild to stop him from blowing a fuse. You were taken aback, but refused to show it too much.

“What the hell are you talking about? Vox, when have I ever been anything but loving to you!? You’re the one running around, not telling me anything, lying to me, and making up shit excuses not to be home when I’m awake!” You cried, why would he accuse you of not loving him? That’s insane!

“What am I t-t-talking about? The fu- u-u-u-zzzt- ck are you talking abou- u-u- t!?” He shoved a finger in your face, but didn’t dare touch you. “For the last two fucking m-months, you’ve been so dis-s-s-tant! You never go on any dates with me, e-e-e-every time I’m home you’re either asleep or giving me the fucking c-cold shoulder.” He almost mumbled the last part. He hated these fights so much, and so did you, but when you were both tired, stressed, and stripped of love for months, stuff happens.

“That’s because you’re fucking famous, Vox! If I ever went out with you, it wouldn’t be date, it’d be a damn interview!” Tears streamed down your face, and Vox felt his heart break into a million pieces as he stopped dead in his trace. But he couldn’t just shut the fuck up, could he?

“Well, you should’ve f-zzzt-cking known you were gonna get your a-ass flapped down by fans-s when you chose to date one o-of the largest company owners-s-zzt- in the pentagra-a-a-m!” He deadpanned, face scrunching up with a mix of annoyance and guilt. Why couldn’t he just shut the fuck up?

“Well, maybe I didn’t date you because you were fucking famous, I dated you because I fell in love!” You retorted, getting inches away from his screen. Why couldn’t he just get it through his thick frame?

“Or m-maybe,” he was grateful he had no tear ducts, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cry. “You jus-s-t couldn’t comprehend-d the idea of not being o-o-on top, the right h-hand of one of the most pow-w-erful s-s-zzt-inners in the pentagra-a-m. You just ha-a-d to play with my feelings-s-zzt- and use me-e to get better-r.”

All of his insecurities about your relationship were just thrown on the ground in front of you, and now you could see that you weren’t the only one suffering in this short time of your relationship. You understood where he was coming from, and realized that this screaming-fest wasn’t helping anything.

Your eyes softened as they gazed into his pink ones, his beautiful pink eyes, brimming with sorrow. Tears freely flowed hot down your cheeks now as you looked at him lovingly.

“Oh, baby…” you whispered as you slowly brought your hand up to the side of his screen, gently caressing it as he only stared at you. As you softly rubbed the pad of your thumb across the side of his screen, though, he couldn’t help but lean into your touch.

Just because you fight sometimes, doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’�� 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚! 💗💗💗💗💗

𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚

#hazbin hotel #Vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #angst with a happy ending #toxic love #Spotify

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tiaetherealness · 3 years ago

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E-boys Are Ruining My Life!

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, fingering, small praise kink, e-boy deku, somewhat confident Izuku

I hope you enjoy my first small smut <3 The E-boy Deku art I just saw is *chef kiss*

Imagining a college! Au deku who didn't have a completely terrible relationship with bakugo and became quite influenced by his all black outfits and song taste. Started painting his nails black, got multiple piercings (especially a tongue one), and tattoos all over his upper body.

Nobody expects such a sweet face like his to have contradicting taste. It awakens some interest in you once you started to share an English literature class with him.

You sat at the back of the lecture hall, near the windows so that you can watch the autumn trees. Class was about to start in five minutes and the professor was just preparing his lecture slides when he walked in. You've heard a lot about Izuku Midoriya in passing but never really got a closer look at him, yet seeing him in all his 6'1 glory made you widen your eyes. 'Holy shit...the rumors weren't lying after all' You thought.

He nodded at the professor in greeting and looked around for a seat before locking eyes with you. You felt a shiver down your spine as he gave you a smile and walked up the steps. He took the empty seat next to you, the smell of his cologne filling the air as you tried to discreetly stare at him. His side profile highlights the undercut that shapes his green curls, the strands tickling his ears that have multiple piercings. Your eyes slowly trace over his sharp jawline that leads to plush pink lips that his tongue ran over. A quick glance up made you lock eyes with his green ones, making you squeak.

"Shit, sorry! I dont mean to stare too much. Your..." you fumbled for a reasonable excuse, "...piercings just look good!"

He gave you an easy smile, though his eyes were teasing. "No worries, I love my piercings too. Makes me a bit more edgy than my best friend katsuki, but dont tell him I said that."

You giggled, feeling good that he took your excuse to staring and actually starting a conversation with this attractive man. You were never into E-boys but Izuku Midoriya made you realize how wrong you were. Eventually you introduced yourself and he did the same. You guys chatted for a bit until the professor officially started class.

For the next couple of weeks, you continued to discreetly stare at Izuku. At his piercings, his tattoos that peak out of his hoodie sleeves, and at his ring clad hand. If only you knew how you were going to have a closer look at his body.

"I-Izuku, fuck! There." He chuckled lowly, curling his fingers right at your g-spot. You shuttered at the white hot pleasure, your toes curling on his sheets as slick covered his palm. He held down your thigh with his left hand to stop you from squirming in his hold."My pretty girl, So wet for me."

He rubbed the rough patch in dizzying circles, making you arch your back and latch on to his arm that was fucking you so slowly. The cursed tatted arm that was flexing with every push and pull of his fingers from your slick walls. You couldnt help but clench on his fingers as he went faster, the schlick schlick your cunt loud in the otherwise quiet room. "Faster, f-faster please!"

"My baby have such nice manners. I'll give you what you want this time."

He went faster, every push making his cold rings kiss your cunt which made you shiver. Your moans rose in pitch with every touch of your g-spot. You thighs were threating to close around his waist the closer you are to cumming. "Are you about to cum?" He let go of your thigh in favor of thumbing at your swollen clit.

You threw your head back, your eyes rolling at the back of your head from the onslaught of pleasure. "AH! Pleasepleasepleaseplease c-can I cum?"

Izuku couldn't help but groan at your begging. "My baby, begging so prettily. Of course you can cum."

At his words you let go, the white hot pleasure reaching its peak.

You definitely have a thing for E-boys now.

#midoriya izuku #midoriya headcanons #deku #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #e-boy izuku Izuku midoriya #bnha imagines #bnha smut #izuku midoriya x fem!reader

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vagabondreamer · 2 years ago

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Closet Creep

Levi x GN!MC

Author's Note: Voyeurism! Read at your own discretion - it can technically be considered non-consensual. Also if you saw this on a different blog - that was me, I just got my original blog unterminated.

Minors DNI

It was just supposed to be a prank.

He wasn’t supposed to stay hidden in your closet.

But when you walked in and closed the door you were already in the process of taking off your shirt. Everything had happened so fast. He was mesmerized by your smooth skin - it looked so soft to touch.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi was in your closet, eyes wide and struggling to breathe. He would’ve shrieked as you slid your pants off had it not been for his own hand covering his mouth. It was a miracle he didn’t pass out as you went to sit on your bed legs spread apart - in direct view of the closet. He could see you relax into the cushions of your pillows as your hands started to roam your body. You pinched at your nipples, making them even more erect. Your fingers danced down your stomach and teased your thighs before going under your underwear. Levi couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were - touching yourself - and he had a front row seat.

“Mmm!” The moan was muffled by your free hand. Very rarely did you find time alone, and you knew the brothers had excellent hearing, you couldn’t run the risk of ruining another orgasm by being too loud. Levi wished you wouldn’t cover your moans, he wanted to hear how good you were making yourself feel. He could see it though - the way your hips buckled into your own hand. The rhythm was getting quicker, and he knew that meant you were getting close.

“Oh, baby,” you whispered barely audible - but he heard. Who were you thinking of? Who were you cumming to? Levi was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn’t realize you were already cleaning yourself up and putting your clothes back on.

You got dressed and soon left your room.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi had a raging hard on. He waited a few minutes to make sure you had actually left. Quickly, he ran to his room without being caught. Shutting the door behind him, he double checked to make sure it was locked before slouching in his gaming chair and shoving his hand down his pants. He freed his throbbing cock and held it firmly at the base.

“Fu-ck,” he desperately gasped. There was pre-cum leaking all over his dick and down his hand. He couldn’t stop thinking about your smooth, exposed skin and the way you were spread open in front of him. He also couldn’t stop thinking about how you’re his best friend - his Henry. He couldn’t jerk it to his friend…could he? On one hand, there was extreme shame and guilt for watching you in secret. On the other hand, it turned him on even more to know he had secretly watched. Slowly he started to move his hand up and down, his cum lubricating his movements.

“Oh,” a pleased moan left his mouth. He was especially sensitive. His tip was red with anger, and he squeezed it, milking his pre-cum even more. His movements became faster, he had no patience with his cock. He just wanted to cum, and cum hard.

“Y-yes,” he praised to no one as he thought about you touching yourself. He gripped the chair as he braced for his orgasm. His hand moved inhuman speeds as he came all over his stomach and thighs. He tried to stifle his moan by biting his lip. Looking down, he was extremely messy.

“You’re such a fucking loser,” he talks aloud to himself. “Came to the thought of MC…can’t believe you’d watch them, you creep.”

He continues to berate himself as he cleans up his mess. Suddenly a knock on his door gains his attention.

“Levi?”

He freezes as he hears your voice. His mess was cleaned up, but the guilt of doing it still lingered.

“Levi, I know you’re in there,” you sighed. He hesitantly opened the door and let you come into his room.

“M-MC! What are you doing here?” He was looking everywhere but at you.

“Levi…I think we both know why.”

“W-What?” His face went completely red - there’s no way you knew…right? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You walked closer to Levi, with each step forward you took he would take one back. Eventually you pushed him to sit in his chair - the same one he just came in. You towered over him and chuckled.

“Oh fuck MC,” you groaned to him, trying to imitate his voice. “C’mon Levi, did you think I couldn’t hear your moans from my closet?”

He’s dead. You killed him. Congrats MC.

“Hey, Levi, I’m not mad.” You climbed onto his lap, straddling both of his legs.

“Y-You’re not? But I’m such a creep –”

“Yeah, maybe I like that,” you whisper into his ear, licking his earlobe seductively. He melted into your touch, and gained confidence with each encouraging word and grind of your hips.

“MC?”

“Yes Levi?”

“Can I watch you again…in the future?” You giggled at his question.

“Next time you better join me.”

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me levi #obey me levi x reader #obey me x mc

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satansaidmyturnintheh3llscape · 3 years ago

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Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rise of the Serpentine” E12: Rise of the Great Devourer

Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy.

- Episode title gives away its own ending ❌

- Intro ✅

- Also, according to Netflix, the episode is titled, “Rise of the Great Devourer,” but the episode itself says it called, “THE Rise of the Great Devourer.” My entire viewing experience is ruined /s ❌

- No part of Wu’s vision actually happens in real life ❌

- If Cole is so airsick, why is he just chilling out on the open deck of the Bounty? ❌

- “Hey, Cole, you’re looking a little green over there. How’d you like a mucus salt sandwich?” Jay is an a*shole ❌

- “Who would’ve guessed Little Lloyd Garmadon…” Little Lloyd Garmadon ✅

- “Where is that little runt?” Runt ✅

- “Serpentine, it’s time I spinjitzu you back into the filthy holes you came from…” I… I just love him, okay? He’s such a dumba*s, and a child, and I just <3 ✅

- The passage of time in this episode is absolutely ridiculous. It’s night for a moment, then day, then night again, and there’s no way enough time passes to actually make it make sense, so I’m just gonna sin it all here ❌

- “Ships don’t fly - only planes!” Birds don’t exist in Ninjago. Or flies. Or dragons, apparently. Or- ❌

- At this point the voice-swap thing has happened so many times that I literally ran out of jokes to make about it ❌

- “Butts are for sitting,” Only the wisest words from our favorite master, huh?

- “But even the sun must go down so that a new day begins.” Yeah, and then it rises again, which is actually a much more accurate description of Wu so I’ll give it to them ✅

- There is absolutely nothing securing this wooden board to the Bounty’s deck ❌

- Why did they drop the fangblades? Wouldn’t it have been better to just take them with and throw them into the volcano while they were going to grab Wu? ❌

- This ninja-chain thing is one of my favorite moves the ninja do. I don’t know why but it just shows their teamwork and how well they understand and care about each other so d*mn well ✅

- “Thank you, Cole.” Very blatant favoritism ❌

- “Someone or something has overwritten the system!” Actually he threw a sledgehammer into it, but sure ❌

- “Uh, cliche?” ✅

- “I’m not trying to defeat you. I’m just trying to keep you busy until the calvary arrives!” ✅

- “I hit him! I hit him, guys!” He sounds so proud of himself 😭 ✅

- How is a tour bus gonna go faster than a helicopter? ❌

- Lloyd please don’t throw the suitcase full of magical weapons down the staircase. Like there’s nothing objectively wrong with doing so I guess but still ❌

- “You’re too important now that you’re the chosen one.” Lines like this fuel so much potential for angst ✅

- “If you look off to your left and behind you, you’ll find ninja!” They don’t have to look out to their left at all, actually ❌

- “That is no truck; it is a moving fortress.” Still just looks like a bus to me ❌

- They said that Venomari venom was powerful stuff but Fangpyre venom gave that bus machine g*ns!

- WHERE ARE THE SERPENTINE GETTING ALL THESE MOTORCYCLES FROM? WERE THEY IN THE BUS?!?!? ❌

- Lloyd flying the Bounty ✅

- Also Green Bean if you’re gonna do this please get a stool ❌

- “Don’t let them reach the front!” “I’ll personally see to it myself!” Fun fact: Skales does absolutely nothing to prevent them from reaching the front. Like he literally doesn’t even try; he only even runs into Cole and gets immediately yeeted off the d*mn bus.

- “What? You try fighting up here!” ✅

- “No, no please!” This man legit BEGS for his life and Cole f*cking detonates him. Granted, Skales was the one who hypnotized him, sooooo go off king? ✅

- Also, H*LLLLLLL NO. Skales just took a godd*mn missile to the chest, there is no way he survived that ❌

- Love that Zane just holds Kai ✅

- “Who’s first?” *Wu rushes forward and detaches the car* Oh for f*cks sake not this sh*t again I swear to all that is Ninjago why the f*ck does he do this every godd*mm time what the actual fu- ❌

- Wu genuinely thinks that if he, his four super-powered ninja, and a massive, metal samurai all go in to fight the ONE (1) snake person who’s only weapons are invisibility (not very helpful in an enclosed car that he needs to arrive at Ouroboros) and a stick, they’ll lose. ❌

- “How do we get off this thing?” You use the vehicles literally attached to your backs, dumba*s ❌

- “This is really boring…” Nya, you. Have. Rocket boosters. ❌

- “You’re getting slow, old man.” I do have to hand it to them. Regardless of whether or not it was intentional, there are actually quite a few lines between Pythor and Wu that make much more sense with the context that they both fought in the Serpentine War ✅

- I don’t know if the sin should be that Pythor was about to eat Wu or that he was gonna eat the hat with him… ❌

- “Be FREE to do MY BIDDING.” Say that again, Pythor, but slower this time. ❌

- “What is that creature underground?” Idk man. Why don’t you take a guess… ❌

- “You must do everything in your power to defeat the Great Devourer…” Especially since it won’t be my problem to deal with anymore LOLZ🤪. But seriously the reason that so many of Wu’s sacrifices don’t work for me is because there’s little necessity to them. He didn’t NEED to get eaten by the Great Devourer, just like he didn’t NEED to take the Sword of Fire to the Underworld in the pilot, or didn’t NEED to fight Pythor alone a few minutes ago. In all of these instances, it just caused more problems. ❌

- I GREATLY appreciate the notion of completely ditching the lego-style character designs because there was simply no way for them to make the Great Devourer look this d*mn cool had they kept with it. ✅

Sentence: I hate Wu

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd #kid lloyd #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago sins/wins #ninjago memes

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accio-slytherout · 4 years ago

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Mischief Managed

Concept by @helliontherapscallion

Pairings: p!sbi x reader, p!dreamXD x reader, c!Philza x reader (could be taken as platonic/romantic)

characters: TommyInnit, Ph1lza Minecraft, Wilbur, Technoblade, Captain Puffy

mentioned characters: Fundy

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing, pranks, trickery (?), shouting (tell me if I missed anything!)

in game dsmp!au

summary: Reader is the god of mischief and trickery. After catching up with their old friend and his family, they got into a fight with the god of the server, dreamXD.

Not proofread

note: reader does not act like peeves! sorry in advance! i really liked this concept, i just had to write it. i put more effort into this than i did on my social studies essay. was fun to write :D straying from canon lore! I was not sure how to write dreamXD's text, so i wrote it in normal text! i am not very good and pranking, and not that creative or smart on those kind of things, so I will not really specify what is going on in the pranking.

flachbacks in italic

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(Y/N) was just skipping around the forest, looking for flowers to make some dye when they stumbled upon a boy that was picking some red flowers.

"WHAT THE F*CK" he shouted with a strong British accent. "Who the f*ck are you?" he continued. "Well who are you child?" they retorted.

"WHAT THE- IM NOT- THE FU- IM NOT A F*CKING CHILD IM A BIG MAN" the 'Big Man' as he called himself retorted, stumbling over his words. He heard a very mischievous laughter come out of the random person he stumbled upon, and he chose to put up the angriest face he could and crossed his arms.

"The name's (Y/N). How about you, big man?" they finally replied with a slight mocking tone. "Tommy. What are you doing here? I've never seen you around before." answered Tommy.

"I'm looking for some dye, so I can dye Fundy's fur" they replied, rather mischievously? Well, point is, Tommy's eyes lit up at the mention of pranking the fox. "Could I maybe help you?" he replied with an equally mischievous tone.

Thats how a friendhip started. They caused pure havoc around the server. Pranking the first person they thought of. They were laughing their butts off on the bench.

"TOMMYINNIT YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Panic rose in their chests as they slowly swallowed and turned around. There stood Captain Puffy looking very angry... with bright pink covering her entire body. They tried their best to hold in their laughter, as she did not look very intimidating.

Yet, Tommy could not help but to start laughing loudly. That pushed (Y/N) over the edge and started laughing hysterically, and they swore they saw Puffy crack a smile at the sight.

"Im- sor- sorry-" he said inbetween his laughter. They both tried their best to stop laughing, and after a while, they did.

Puffy let out a sigh, and said "Tommy, I will get you back. I am warning you." with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Tommy seemed to have sobered up at the thought and looked scared. Puffy left with a wave and headed to her home to probably clean up.

"That was funny though." he said out of the blue. That started another round of laughter to go throught them.

"Say, (Y/N), how old are you?" Tommy asked after they have both calmed down. "I'm the god of mischief and trickery. I'm and immortal being. I am centuries old, kid." they answered.

"Really? That's quite pog! Did you know my father is also immortal? You might know him, name's Philza, Angel of Death. Does that ring a bell?" he rambled, ignoring the fact that they had just called him kid.

(Y/N) was ecstatic at the idea of being able to meet with their old friend again, but decided to say "HECK YEAH! I GET TO MESS WITH HIM AGAIN!" as to hide their feelings. They were the god of trickery after all. They had an image to uphold.

Tommy decided to go take them to Phil. Bad idea. As they reached the door of Phil's cottage, Tommy just burst into the house without knocking.

"Phil~ I'm baack~" Tommy called in a sing-song tone. Phil just said "Welcome back" in a monotone voice from the kitchen without looking.

As he was preparing supper, he heard Techno shout from the living room "TOMMY WHO ON EARTH IS THAT?!". Millions of thoughts start rushing through his head. Who could Tommy have brought with him? He ran out of the kitchen and went to see for himself who it was.

The scene in front of him just made him want to be buried 6 feet under the ground. There it was, His two oldest sons looking at the door from the bottom of the stairs and his youngest son, standing next to the person he hated the most. (Y/N).

They were walking through the forest. Phil felt something touch his shoulder. He turned around, raising his sword as he was startled. There they were, (Y/N), making the weirdest face possible.

"For f*ck's sake (Y/N)! stop it!". That only made them laugh more. "You should have seen your face!" they said inbetween laughter.

The man loathed them. He just wanted to leave them there, in the middle of nowhere, for this was not the only thing they have done in the past hour of adventuring. He, however decided to ignore them, for his heart could not bear the idea of leaving his companion alone.

"Long time no see, Philza." they said with a smirk. "Kill me already" he groaned. That was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

After Phil had supper with his family and the devil- sorry, unexpected guest, he went to clean up as his sons sat in the living room with (Y/N).

"So you're immortal?" said the oldest boy that they learnt was called Wilbur. They nodded as a reply, and he just said "Thats so cool!"

"I have read about you before, however, seeing you, I don't think the book described you correctly. Could you, possibly tell me more about your tricks and stuff?" Technoblade's monotone voice had a slight tone of curiosity and amusement while asking the question.

So they did. They told the boys about their stories. As they finished, they realised that Wilbur and Tommy had fallen asleep and Techno was half paying attention to them.

"You should go to sleep. Both of you. It's quite late already." A voice said behind her. "I'm a god, Phil. I don't need sleep." they retorted as they turned around, looking at the man.

"Suit yourself." he shrugged. He opened his mouth to tell his son to go to sleep, but he realised that his son, in fact was already asleep. He shook his head and got some blankets to lay above his sons. "I guess you can stay the night. It's late anyways" he spoke before (Y/N) could say anything and he left to go to his room. Huge mistake.

Philza minecraft was having a good sleep, when he heard a scream from the living room. He panicked, as his mind made up the worst scenarios possible. As he rushed downstairs, he saw Wilbur with bright pink hair, Tommy with a very bold red hair and hands, along with a half asleep Techno raising his sword.

Only then did he remember, that his least favourite person was at his house. Right as he thought about that, he heard giggling coming from the living room.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted along with Wilbur and Tommy. "Yes?" they batted their eyelashes innocently. Phil watched with amusement at the scene unfolding before him. Tommy and Wilbur shouting at (Y/N) and Techno lowering his sword and laying back down on the couch, sensing no danger.

"Boys, enough. (Y/N), will these dyes wash away?" he finally said in a stern tone that had a hint of amusedment in it. "Ofcourse father of minecraft. Run water through them and they will be gone" they said with such innocence that he would have believed it was not her had he not known it was their doing.

Wilbur and tommy quickly rushed to the bathroom to wash their hair out, and Phil swore the doors of the bathroom would fall off its hinges from the amount of force that was put into opening it.

"I must say, that was pretty funny, (N/N)." Phil said with amusement as he went to prepare some breakfast. (Y/N) smiled proudly from the compliment, as he was always telling her off after pranking.

Phil now remembers why he always asked them to accompany him on adventures. They were fun, and entertaining. Sometimes, they're even smart and helpful. The thought of his adventures with them brought a smile to his face.

A week in their visit, they heard a knock on the door. Phil, thinking it was just (Y/N), thought nothing of it. So he just calmly walks to the door and answers it. What he didn't expect however, was DreamXD at the door, floating in a menacing stance.

"You all give me your youngest son, or you all are dead. You have 24 hours. If you do not hive him by them, you are all dead." DreamXD said in a demonic sound.

As DreamXD turned around, Phil saw a cloud of something covering his sight, he felt... flour? he cleared the flour from his face and saw DreamXD covered in flour and (Y/N) on the roof looking rather sheepishly at DreamXD.

"Sorry, I thought you were Philza" they said sarcastically. "Not sorry, actually." they continued as they cracked an egg and poured it along with some sugar on to DreamXD's head.

DreamXD suddenly whips something out and slapped (Y/N) off the roof. As (Y/N) was used to falling from high places, they landed on the ground with nothing but a few scratches.

DreamXD stabs them with a sword, and blood splattered from their waist. (Y/N), being the god of mischief, had ofcourse had lots of experience on pranking, but wasnt strong. However, they are very witty, as they always find creative ways to prank people.

(Y/N) somehow found a way to make DreamXD retreat, but Phil could not see how. All he saw was smoke, DreamXD leaving and (Y/N) lying on the floor, with blood gushing out of their side making a puddle on the ground.

They let out a chuckle and turned to face Phil. "Your lives are safe, Phil. And what can I say? Mischief... managed." they trailed off as their eyes closed. Phil rushed to bandage them up and put them in a spare bedroom.

A week.

That was how long it was.

One singular week. Seven days. Yet it felt like seven years they had been unconscious. The house felt empty. No chaos. Everyone was worried about them.

Phil let out a sigh. He closed the door and sat down next to where (Y/N) was laying. He traced his index finger over the palm of their hand that he was holding, and whispered "I don't think you know this.. but you really are a great friend, (N/N). I love your personality.. Who am I kidding, I love you."

Phil then thought, they were unconcious. He let out a chuckle at the thought. "Look at me.. talking to someone unconscious." he said out loud, closing his eyes and resting his head on the palm of his hand that was propped up on the bed. Little did he know, they were fully awake, and pretending to be unconscious.

"Aww, thanks Phil. I love you too." he suddenly heard. He whipped his head around to their direction and saw that their head was turned to his direction. He hugged them, minding their injuries and whispered in their ear that he was thankful that they were fine over and over again.

Phil then felt their body shaking and heard gentle sobs coming out of them. He pulled away from the hug and cupped their face in his hands and wiped their tears away.

"What's wrong, (N/N)?" he calmly asked. They just cried more and gave him a hug. They told him that they have never felt accepted, and that the only person that has ever tolerated them was him. They told him that they were happy that he cared for them. They told him how much they cared for him and how great of a friend he was. They told him how much they loved him.

After their little heart to heart session, Phil went to go and prepare lunch for everyone in the house. He told the boys that (Y/N) was awake now. Everyone was glad and relieved that they were awake again. And (Y/N) was glad, that they now had a family that cared for them.

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#platonic mcyt x reader #mcyt x reader #sbi x reader #platonic #dreamxd #sleepy bois inc #philza x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur x reader #philza #tommyinnit #accio writes

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lostcausezz · 3 years ago

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Therapy

𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 "𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟"

"Y/N SOMEONE'S HERE FOR YOU IN THE FRONT LOBBY!"

You took a deep breath and walked out from your office room to get out of your office from reviewing your patients files. You walked towards your closet and got your white coat and placed each arm through a sleeve and shook a bit to get it comfortable on you. While you placed your hand on the door of your office and opened it to go out into the lobby to see who it was.

You placed your badge over your Afro and let it rest on your neck. Using the card that's on your badge as a key lock you opened the door to see a lobby filled with patients from men to women to teens. While looking at the crowd of people when they all turned around to see your familiar face and stood up on their toes.

You thought it would be a regular day at the office but the day had other plans for you . You loved your job because you were doing what you loved but something felt different about the environment. You had a feeling it would be more eventful than it already was.

As you looked throughout the crowd you saw none of your patients but instead people who loved your work and just wanted to ask you questions. You got the job and the high status from college. You never thought you would work in this field as a doctor but the thing you loved the most about it was SEX.

In high school everyone saw you as reserved to yourself and that you wouldn't have that many people you associate yourself with. You always felt the need to distance yourself when it came to things with having people know your business or even what you did out of school. It was hard keeping up a fake at school and playing nice to people that gave no fucks about you.

The thing was that you had amazing duality. You would be quiet and kept to yourself at school then once you left those big doors it was like you were a new person. You would take your hair down and change into a new set of clothes and go out and party.

When you would leave you would go over your one friends house and y'all used to make out and have constant sex with no strings attached. The thing was it was an everyday basis with him and it was something you loved doing so you thought why not make being a sex doctor a career so I can help others.

As soon as the thought rolled through your mind you went to school and applied for the major to become a doctor that helps people with sex and how they can be better. Throughout the time that you had to leave and go away from your hometown to go to a school away so you could get the information needed to become a therapist. The more you were in college you missed the old life you used to have in highschool and you actually started to have feelings for him.

The constant thought of him ran through your head, you could remember his appearance as if you just met him yesterday. The thought of his long pastel blue hair and his pale skin ran through your mind. The beauty in his smile he gave you every time you were in missionary ran through your mind like it was a daily occurrence.

The thought of him and sex you had with him was like an addiction. You shook your head and got out of your mind and walked to the secretary's desk in the lobby of your practice. While picking up your clipboard you saw the first name to be signed up.

You called the person and they came and followed you to the back of the office. While walking down the hall of the office you could hear the heavy heartbeat that was pumping through your patient's chest. You stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to face your patient and your eyes widened.

"Is it really you?" He said looking at you with your hair in a black lace with the black fitted dress you were wearing underneath your white coat. You took his arm and tugged him into your office and you closed the door behind you and pressed your back against the door. You looked into his two toned eyes and saw how good he looked in his sweater and loose sweats.

You started to approach him and you placed your arms on his shoulders and smiled and started to speak to him. "So lover boy, how did you find me?" He smiled to the side and brought his face closer to yours and you could feel his hot breath as he said, "Don't worry about it babe I missed you so I have my ways." You took a deep breath from how high the tension is and moved your head a bit closer which made you and him kiss.

The kiss wasn't regular like how it was back in high school it had more emotion. He placed his hands on your back and the kiss went in deeper. His hands started to run up your body and you placed your hands on his arms and stopped him.

"What about my other patients?" You said looking at his lustful eyes as if he was craving you. "First come first serve right?" You took your phone from the pocket of your lab coat and called your secretary. As the call was going on Mahito started to kiss your neck.

"T-tell e-everyone that they a-are ahh off for the rest of the day." Your secretary said okay and for you to have fun since she knew exactly what you were doing. Having sex in the office wasn't regular but at the same time it wasn't rare. You could hear her saying that everyone can go and the office was evacuated.

Usually when you would have sex you would be quiet but messing with Mahito you knew how loud you would get when you're with him. You were notified that everyone left and you went back to the kiss and his arms tightened behind your back and his hands moved down to your ass and he grabbed it then spanked it.

You jumped and separated yourself from his lips and locked eyes with him. He gave you a smirk and turned you around so you could bend over on your desk. He placed his hand up your dress and started to rub your pussy from behind as your face was filled with pleasure.

He could feel how wet you were becoming. He pulled your underwear down and then rubbed his tip against your pussy lips as he slowly made his way into your opening.

Your head tilted back as a gasp escaped your lips, his strokes were slow at first to make you comfortable with him.

As time progressed he got faster and you had to grab the handles of your desk. "Fu-ck me har-der" he obeyed your command and went deeper. You felt your eyes roll back and the room go blank. The feeling of his dick getting harder and growing inside you made you hit your peak.

You came all over his pants and as you were about to fix yourself he placed his hand on your neck and pulled you up a bit so your ear was near his lips and in his slightly deep voice he said, "This is unfinished business now."

#mahito #mahito smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk mahito #oneshot #nova writes 🪐#mahito x reader #mahito x y/n #mahito fanfic

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petri808 · 3 years ago

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For my tumblr bestie @random-rave 🔥⭐️ a Nalu birthday gift of smut 🎁

Before opening her birthday present from Levy, Lucy read the attached card. She was quite curious about its contents ever since she’d been warned to open the gift at home and not at the guild where she’d received it.

‘Follow the instructions on the potion for a kinky fun surprise. I’ll tell you later how I found it. Have fun you two!’

Kinky surprise? Lucy’s brow raised. She opened the box next and pulled out a small green bottle filled with an unknown liquid.

‘Draconian elixir for mages only. Drink contents to transform into a faux dragon slayer. Heightens sense of smell, taste, and touch along with physical features. Magic possessed by the user may be intensified. Effects are temporary and will wear off in 12 hours.’

“Why would Levy think this is kinky?” Lucy wondered aloud until a recent conversation jogged her memory. Right... she’d mentioned the biting thing... Lucy laughed and tucked the bottle into her pocket. This will make for a very kinky surprise indeed! Natsu was due to arrive home the next day from a quick mission a couple towns over from Magnolia. So, that gave Lucy some time to prepare a delectable meal they’ll never forget. ‘Happy birthday to me!’

When Natsu arrived at Lucy’s apartment, he found a note on the dining table that simply read: Meet me at your cottage and tell Happy not to follow. Well, he knew what that meant, but why his cottage? He shrugged it off for the time being and informed the Exceed who had plans of his own anyway with Carla.

It was a curious thing to meet at his cottage now that they’d officially become a couple. He’d moved into her apartment while his home remained a storehouse for his collectibles and her growing book collection. Though the second part of Lucy’s message made more sense since the cottage provided a lot more privacy for their rambunctious encounters.

The closer he got, a brighter bounce in his step took hold as his imagination ran wild. Once they’d made the leap to a romantic relationship, it opened a whole new world to them. It’s true Lucy had to explain a few misunderstandings, like the where human babies actually come from thing, but what came surprisingly naturally was the sex. It was as if his dragon instincts were awakened, and primal urges became his teacher. They were both nervous in their first encounter, but once the pheromones had hit, it was all over.

Wait a minute! Natsu paused a few steps outside of his cottage and put his nose to the air. Lucy’s scent had changed somehow, stronger, headier, with a bit of dragon essence woven in. Was there someone else inside?! Another slayer?! His eyes shifted into a serpentine pupil and a growl escaped his lips as he raced to the door and threw it open. “Lucy, what’s go—!” Natsu stopped dead in his tracks.

“Welcome home, Natsu,” the blonde grinned, flashing the longer fangs the potion had given her.

The scent was coming from Lucy?! “Why do you smell like a slayer?!”

“Well,” she sauntered closer, “Levy found a temporary potion that gives me some slayer features for 12 hours and these,” she tapped a fang, “resulted from that.”

“Anything else?”

Lucy shrugged, “my senses are also heightened, but I’m mostly excited for the fangs because now I get to do some marking of my own.”

So, of all the things they’ve tried out, biting was a kink Lucy never realized she’d like receiving or Natsu in giving. When he bit her the very first time and broke through the skin, they were both washed over with a strange sensation akin to the connection she’d felt when she had written in the END book. But when she’d asked Levy if they’d had a similar experience, the answer was no. Lucy surmised she and Natsu’s bond was much deeper than they’d ever realized.

“Awww,” he pouted, though a smirk stilled curled at edge of his lips. “That’s my thing.”

“Pfft, well too bad.” Lucy grinned and ran a finger down his chest, then trailed it back to his neck. “I’m gonna make sure to put one right,” she presses on his nape, “here, so everyone will see it like you’ve done to me. Property of Lucy.”

“Mmm,” his own fang flashed, “that’s kinda turning me on.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why don’t you show me just how much?”

Natsu swept Lucy off her feet and walked to the back of the cottage where a bed was set up, placing her down while pulling at her clothes and coveting her lips. Hands were everywhere, both sets yanking and stripping away fabric to reveal the flesh beneath like a runaway train with no intention of stopping. Her excitement that afternoon was increased, be it the potion itself or the exhilaration it brought. Though his scent was something she’d come to love, it was toxic this time due to her heightened sense of smell. Oh, how the taste of his smoky saliva made her salivate and her fangs almost tingled! She moaned against their molded mouths in bursts, chasing his tongue with her own and mewling when he sucked the hot flesh.

Her passions and mixed scent served to fuel a new wave of lust in Natsu as well. He would have shredded Lucy’s clothes if he didn’t wanna hear the ending of it. His growls and grunts melded with her purring rumbles like two wild animals in ardent throes to rival a fight for dominance. Natsu wasn’t sure if it was the potions effects, but she was sure straining his muscles tonight to stay in control! He pinned her down momentarily. “I won’t let you win!”

Lucy cocked an eyebrow with a hedonistic grin, “challenge accepted.” Oh, she has no plans to physically dominate him tonight, her goals were simpler, to leave the first and last marks of the evening romps. Of course, Natsu didn’t need to know that. She wrapped her legs around his thick thighs and pulled his pelvis flush against hers, relishing in the heated length pressed against her core. “Now get on with it, dragon.”

“Tch,” he smiled back, “impatient, are we?”

“I feel him throbbing, so don’t act like you ain’t feeling it too.”

That was true. Natsu’s inner dragon wanted nothing more than to fill its mate up and re-stake its claim. If it had its way, Lucy would be spread multiple times every night until she fell asleep with him buried all snug inside. Their mating had truly released an inner beast in Natsu that only by willpower he could control... but not tonight with how fucking amazing she smelled. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She giggled, “I don’t have any other plans.”

“Well too bad.” Natsu moved in faster than Lucy could react and bit down on his mark. Despite gaining extra abilities, she didn’t have the same kind of control he did.

“Damn yo—” the words cut short from a burst of heat flooding her body and an overwhelming wave of lights dancing behind her eyelids. Heaven help her, the bonding effects were so much stronger! She couldn’t even think straight, just abject lust surging through her body. Lucy ground her hips desperately to rub herself against his cock, smearing the growing slick coating the area. “Burns…” she mewled, but in a delicious way. Things weren’t going to plan!

When he let go of the skin and kissed his way down her chest, Lucy took note that Natsu’s eyes were turning serpentine. The last time she’d seen this change was their first time. “Na…tsu…?” she moaned in a slow questioned tone repeatedly.

He stopped and looked up, unsure why Lucy was trying to get his attention. “Yeah?”

Tit for tat, Lucy caught him off guard and latched her mouth onto the junction of his neck and shoulder causing Natsu to cry out, a moaning growl as her fangs sank deep into the skin. “Fu—ck—” ‘Wow!’ His hips buck uncontrolled as her bite triggered a stronger reaction by his inner dragon. Without waiting for her to pull away, Natsu let his dragon take control and maneuvered his hips, pushing his cock in through her folds to the hilt. His eyes rolled back a second, relishing in her warm embrace. It felt so much better connected like this!

Lucy broke away and head craned back in a deep moan, but Natsu didn’t let up. Seated and grinding, he bit her a second time to ensure a longer euphoria, then coveted her lips, licking at the iron-taste coating them. Was it weird to taste his own blood? Somehow, it only added to the high. No thoughts, just carnal instincts taking control as he fucked her hard two ways. His pelvis pivoting slow, but rough, and his tongue stealing every moan leaching out from Lucy. He usually paid her other body parts some attention, but not this round— not when the only thing that could satiate his dragon was a good fucking.

“This is your fault…” Natsu growled heady and low as his lips teased along her jawline towards Lucy’s neck. He licked at the marks on her skin, already turning an angry red, rocking his hips so hard in an upward angle it lifted her clear from the bed, gaining a small yelp. “This is just round one.” He leaned in nibbling her ear as he spoke. “Don’t be surprised if you end up pregnant after this.”

“Worth… it,” she moaned in response. “But you know what?”

“What?”

Lucy opened her eyes to reveal they’d turned serpentine too. Semi-surprised, Natsu grinned at the change, but was caught off guard again when she suddenly grabbed him, wrapped her legs, and flipped them over in a power roll. His eyes flashed wide in a mix of shock and awe— Hell yeah! Now on top, Lucy locked her heels around his thighs to hold her position and bit down a second time. Natsu responded by grabbing hold of her pelvis. He wasn’t about to lose his stride! If she wanted to bite, let her, because he had something else to finish.

He continued pumping his hips from below, chasing his end. But the position hit upon Lucy’s buttons too, and the more he rocked, the harder it was for her to maintain control over her senses. Something feral inside broke free and she started biting sloppily along his neck and shoulders, wherever she could reach. Being on top was supposed to be a power move for Lucy, but the combination only fueled each other to drive harder and faster towards the inevitable conclusion.

Natsu grunted when he felt the squeeze against his shaft and Lucy’s body enter a spasmodic stiffening. Her moans and hyped-up pheromones made the area surrounding them thick, stifling like breathing in drug-laced air. That was it for him. He quickly rolled them back over and pounded fast and rough, timed with each milking pass until only a dry heave remained.

“Where’d Levy find this stuff again?” Natsu panted out as his body dropped onto Lucy’s in exhaustion.

Still trying to catch her breath too, Lucy giggled. “You like it, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Natsu leaned down and kissed her with a gentle pressure. “Happy birthday baby.”

Lucy returned the kiss with a brightened smile. “Best birthday ever.”

“Oh, it ain’t over yet.”

“Rounds?”

Natsu flashed a cocky grin. “Round—s…”

#nalu #nalu smut #nalu fan fic #nalu fan fiction #lucy heartifilla #natsu dragneel #nalu smutfic.#birthday gift #fairytail

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twerkformammon2 · 2 years ago

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Closet Creep

Levi x GN!MC

Minors DNI

Author’s Note: This is in the realm of Non-Consensual since it is voyeurism - if that makes you uncomfortable DO NOT READ. First fic of k!nktober!

It was just supposed to be a prank.

He wasn’t supposed to stay hidden in your closet.

You got dressed and soon left your room.

“You’re such a fucking loser,” he talks aloud to himself. “Came to the thought of MC…can’t believe you’d watch them, you creep.”

He continues to berate himself as he cleans up his mess. Suddenly a knock on his door gains his attention.

“Levi?”

He freezes as he hears your voice. His mess was cleaned up, but the guilt of doing it still lingered.

“Levi, I know you’re in there,” you sighed. He hesitantly opened the door and let you come into his room.

“M-MC! What are you doing here?” He was looking everywhere but at you.

“Levi…I think we both know why.”

“W-What?” His face went completely red - there’s no way you knew…right? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You walked closer to Levi, with each step forward you took he would take one back. Eventually you pushed him to sit in his chair - the same one he just came in. You towered over him and chuckled.

“Oh fuck MC,” you groaned to him, trying to imitate his voice. “C’mon Levi, did you think I couldn’t hear your moans from my closet?”

He’s dead. You killed him. Congrats MC.

“Hey, Levi, I’m not mad.” You climbed onto his lap, straddling both of his legs.

“Y-You’re not? But I’m such a creep –”

“Yeah, maybe I like that,” you whisper into his ear, licking his earlobe seductively. He melted into your touch, and gained confidence with each encouraging word and grind of your hips.

“MC?”

“Yes Levi?”

“Can I watch you again…in the future?” You giggled at his question.

“Next time you better join me.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me x mc #obey me levi #obey me levi x mc

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Match Already Made

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Hermione tries to play match maker. She is so determined to see you and Harry get together she's obvious to the fact you're already taken. Even if you’ve kept it a secret.

Warnings: Swears, arguing, sass

Notes: I absolutely adore this holy fu ck

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

“Drop it!” You slammed your book shut with aggravation, your hands running through your hair as you stared down at the cover. Your friends didn’t even flinch- well, Ron did a little but would never admit it. “There isn’t anything between me and Harry.”

“Harry and I-”

“Do not. Seriously, Hermione. He’s like my brother and this isn’t Alabama.”

“What?”

“Never mind, Ron.” You sighed. Your hands ran through your hair before gripping the locks and tugging. It was far less painful than hearing your best friend talk about how you could be exchanging saliva with your other best friend.

On that note, why in the flying, flip flapping fuck was Hermione so damn determined to get you and her bestie together? Don’t get me wrong, you love Harry, sure, but like a brother, and that’s where it ends. Everyone around you assumed since the two of you were so buddy buddy that you were basically made for each other, but no one knew a specific snake had slithered his way into your heart and was determined to keep it that way.

See, you’d gotten along with Harry and Co. because you were put in Gryffindor and, naturally, that begs the question of how you started dating said snake. Well, one day you decided you had enough of Harry and Ron fighting over the dumb Tri-Wizard Tournament and literally dragged the specks wearing boy by his ear across the dining hall and forced the two friends to apologize.

Instead of focusing on the scene and laughing at the Gryffindor’s embarrassment, Draco was busy falling head over heels for you. The blonde realized just how attractive Harry’s stupid friend was and nothing could stop him from wanting to see you react like that again. Something about you hit him differently than any wizard or witch he’d ever met.

Since then, he made it his daily mission to tease you at least once a day. Whether it was sitting next to you at the library to ask if he could borrow your legs as earmuffs or calling to you across the dining hall asking if you used the stupefy charm or if you were a natural stunner, he did it all. He’d snicker when you’d solute the middle finger in his direction, but he noticed the blush across your cheeks and kept up the game, determined to have you swooning for him.

Eventually, the blonde realized he’d have to make the move first, leading to him approaching you after potions when the class was empty and, much to Snape’s dismay, asked you to a Hogsmead date. What surprised Draco the most was when you actually said yes without making fun of him. Since then, you have been dating the Slytherin. You two would sneak out after curfew, go swimming in the Black Lake together and spend particularly hard nights in his dorm room all while using the hidden passageways the Weasley Twins trusted you with. They were probably the only Gryffindors that knew you were kissing the lips of their little brother's best friend's rival and they kept it to themselves.

When you started dating the blonde, you both made a pact. You would keep the relationship a secret from the residents of Gryffindor tower and he’d cut the ‘mudblood’ bull crap and at least try to be nice to Harry and his friends. He doesn’t have to be their best friend but just, don’t be rude. He kept up his side of the promise easily, as did you. Except you were so close to yelling it from a fucking mountain top- or the astromony tower.

Hermione had this idea stuck in her head and Ron agreed too. See, the idea was that you and Harry would make the best couple for many reasons and she was, once again, trying to get you two to at least try. She would go on and on about how there was a spark, whatever that meant.

“Oh come on, (Y/n)! One date! What harm could it possibly have?” Hermione was basically begging- she had been for weeks. She wasn’t one to go for this but ever since Ginny noticed how you two would bump hips in the hallway or wrap your arms around each other's shoulders, she was convinced there was a spark.

“Mione, I love you, I do, but please, drop it.” You spoke up, shoving your book off to the side to cross your arms over the table. “The spark doesn’t exist.” You and Harry both knew it was true.

“(Y/n). We all know you don’t have eyes on anyone so why not? The spark could form over time.. Right?” Ron added in, his chin resting in his hand as he shrugged his shoulders. You held your breath at his statement. It almost slipped out that you did, in fact, have someone.

“What? Like it did with you and Lavender?” Harry spoke up, causing you to snicker. The male in specks had barely spoken two words since the conversation turned from potions essays and charms homework to love lives.

“I thought we agreed not to bring that up again..” Ron mumbled, looking back down at his book.

“Anyway, I could still see it! I really do think you guys have potential.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders, before going back to her book. You could tell she was tapping her foot against the wooden floor. She must’ve reread the page seven times before looking back up to you. “But seriously! You guys could have quidditch dates! The seeker and the fanboy.”

“Hermione, stop. There’s nothing here. Trust me.” You were rubbing your temples in anguish. You knew she was a determined witch but holy hell. You and Harry let out a collective sigh of physical pain when she went on anyway. Stubborn girl, seriously.

“But there could be, (Y/n)! That’s my point! Could you imagine how amazing this could be for you two? You both need an amazing partner! Someone who cares! Someone who’ll take care of you! Someone who’s willing to themselves on the wire for a chang-” She stopped abruptly, causing you to glance side to side. What caused her to stop like that and how do you keep it around you?

You squealed in surprise and jumped when a hand landed on your chin and the other landed on the back of your chair. You were about to throw a nice right hook, but the hand on your chin directed your gaze upward, showing Draco with a smirk.

“Hello, love.” He planted a hard kiss against your lips, leading the entire library to become, somehow, quieter. Like, before it was drop-a-pin quiet, but now it was like drop-a-hair-follicle quiet. When he pulled away, he chuckled at your confused expression. “How was divination today? I heard you have a test tomorrow. Is that what you’re studying for? I could help.” He removed his hands from you and pulled the empty chair out next to you before sitting down and wrapping his arm around you.

Your eyes stared at your boyfriend in shock, your jaw hanging like you had a broken hinge. When his icy blue eyes met yours, you could see the jealousy burning in his irises. He must’ve heard Hermione talking about how perfect you and Harry would be. Of course he did, everyone in the library heard it.

“What the bloody fuck just happened?!” Ron yelled, earning himself a few glares from studying students. Your head whipped over to your friends, almost forgetting about them. Hermione’s jaw was practically against the floor while Harry didn’t look the slightest bit shocked. “No, I take that back. When did this fucking happen?!”

“Language, Ronald.” Draco spoke up, his arm tightening around your shoulder while his eyebrow raised. The blonde put a curled finger to his lips, counting the time in his head. “About four months ago.”

“Four. Four?” The fuming red-head held up said number of fingers. “Four months and you just.. What? You didn’t tell us? What kind of bloody frie-”

“Godric, Ron! This is why we didn’t say anything.” You kicked the leg of the table and turned to look away from your friends, trying to ignore the soft ache in your chest. It hurt that your friends didn’t really accept the relationship and, why would they? Draco has been a twat to them for years. Suddenly it felt like you were in a sauna as your eyes slowly pricked with tears. Were they ever going to talk to you again? Did you just lose the friends you have? The twins took it so well-

“That and my father would disown me faster than a fire bolt flies.” Draco shrugged casually, a smile coming across his lips when you turned to him.

“Wait, you guys didn’t know?” Harry asked, lifting his head up to turn to his friends, who turned to him quickly. “Oh, come on! It was so obvious!” Harry’s words left Ron, Hermione and yourself struggling to find something to say back.

“What?” Was all you could manage out.

“If Harry noticed, we might have an issue.” Draco snickered out. “I wonder who el-” The blonde was cut off by your hand covering his mouth.

“Wait, Harry, you knew? And you didn’t tell me?” You stared at him.

“Well.. Yeah. I figured it out when you were doodling his name all over your parchment in transfiguration and when you guys were making goo goo eyes at each other that afternoon.” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. Right, he.. He sat next to you in that class. Your cheeks turned bright red before you could hide it. “I didn’t wanna say anything in case you guys kept it a secret on purpose, so you’re welcome.”

“Gee, thanks Potter. I’ll keep that in mind.” Draco snickered out, a grin spread across his face when you gently shoved him in his chair.

“So, I still have one question.” Ron grumbled out, raising his hand halfway like he did in all his classes. “Why?”

“Same reason you’re dating Granger.” Draco paused, looking down to avoid anyone's gaze before licking his suddenly dry lips. He cleared his throat and glanced back up, choosing to look Ron right in the eyes. Ron nodded, waving his hand in a circular motion in a ‘go on, spit it out’ kind of way. The blonde could feel your eyes gaze on him, but chose to ignore it. “I love (Y/n). I thought that was obvious.”

Your eyes grew wider somehow. Ron blinked a few times, as if understanding but also not understanding. He’d only seen Draco as a cold, heartless beast and Hermione was in the same boat, but now they were confused. Or maybe it was just Ron. Hermione was smiling at you. This was the first time he’d said it out loud. You looked down at the desk, before looking at Harry, who was hiding a grin behind the now standing book, before turning to Draco.

“Wait, really?”

“Of course. Why do you think I basically ran over here when I heard Hermione speaking about you and Potter going on a quidditch date? No offense to you, Potter, I’m sure you’re a lovely partner.”

“None taken.”

“What universe am I in?”

“Ron, listen, please? We all know Draco has said some shit in his past, ok?” You turned to him. “We know and-and he’s trying to change and Godric, please don’t hate me when I say this. He.. Look, he-” You started stumbling over words, not wanting to put any in Draco’s mouth. He decided to speak up for you, hoping to put you out of your misery.

“I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix what I’ve said, how I’ve acted and what not, but a lot has changed in these four months and I’d rather not see my boyfriend lose his best friends over who he’s dating. He deserves the best of the best.”

Now even Harry seemed shocked. Ron looked down at his book before shutting it. He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

“You’re lucky you make him happy or else I would throw you off the astronomy tower.” Ron spoke up.

“Oh thank Godric.” You sighed out, your body slumping back in the chair.

“But if you hurt his feelings, I swear to Merlin and who’s.. Who’s that muggle one?” Ron turned to his girl, confusion etched across his features, leading to giggle a tiny bit.

“Jesus?” Hermione grabbed Ron’s hand from the table.

“Yeah, him!” Ron pointed to his girl again for emphasis. “I swear on both of them I will not hesitate to do so.”

“Not if I do it first. If I do hurt him, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.” Draco nodded his head a tiny bit and pulled you closer into his side, a grin across his features.

“.. I’m not gonna get used to this.” Ron shook his head. The brunette witch sitting next to him elbowed him in the side gently. “Ow! I’m just being honest!”

“Ronald, you can’t just say stuff like that!” She countered, rolling her eyes.

“Why not? It’s the truth!”

“Because it’s rude..”

The couples arguing faded when Draco leaned into your bubble, whispering under the arguing so only you heard.

“Is this ok?” Draco’s arm was around your waist now, his eyes glancing into yours when you turned to him. You were so close to him, you could feel his tiny puffs of breathing brush across your lips.

“Of course, just not how I expected it to go.” You twiddled your fingers. “But I’m glad we told them.” You smiled, leaning up to brush your nose against his.

“So you feel the same way then?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“Nope. you haven’t said it yet, (Y/n). I must hear you admit it.” Draco smiled at you, his eyes fluttering shut. He smiled wider when you sighed dramatically.

“I love you too, Draco.” You pressed your lips against his and ignored the fake gagging noises from the red-head across the table. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his, a matching smile across your lips.

“So does that mean I get to be the best man at the wedding?”

“Harry!”

“What? I’m just curious!”

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dacreshoney · 5 years ago

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chapter 2 things in common

chapter 2 of my new stranger things/billy Hargrove x reader series

summary: The new kid on the block billy Hargrove, the two baddest kids in Hawkins catch each other eyes, billy realises he might not want to just f**** and chuck Y/N and some serious tension between the two

warnings: flirting/smut, swearing and actions some people may not agree with - mentions of abuse and drugs

Drink driving - do not do

(I do not condone any behaviours)

read to find out more

(sorry to skip a few) a few weeks into the story - you and billy had started to get to know each other a little more, both of you didn't really want a relationship, well that's what you told yourselves anyway. You and Harrington had made up after your summer fling, you both decided you were better as friends after he had told you about him getting closer to one of the kids in your neighbourhood you babysat, dustin - demegorg story (will go into detail in a few chapters later)

You and billy had made your way to some cliffs in Hawkins and made yourselves comfy in Billys camaro watching over the cliffs as the sun sets, you had been talking for hours and hours. The past few weeks billy has been your getaway when things got rough and him to you, with neither of you really going into detail about what, you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece.

after a few hours you set off back to your house and billy spoke:

“ I like you, first girl in this sh** hole that hasn't fell at my feet or will do or say anything to please me” billy uttered to you as he placed one arm over the chair behind your head.

“that sure of yourself hey Hargrove?” you laughed as you pulled up outside your house and looked into his eyes, you noticed your dad had just arrived back to the house in his sheriffs car, you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him. you hadn't gone into much detail about who your dad was or what he did, didn't want to scare the poor boy off.

“dads the sheriff huh? best stay clear then” billy laughed as he removed his arm from the back of the chair.

“the sh*****t one going, so you don't need to worry a pretty hair on your head” I claimed

Billy looked at you a little concerned to the tone of how you spoke about your dad and asked “not so keen on your old man I've gathered?”

before you knew it, words just started to blurt out, you felt comfortable with billy and you had an inkling he would have a very similar response.

“to be honest, he's not much of a great old man, really needs to search the word dad up in the dictionary”

Billy looked a little confused at first, but could link two and two when it came to dysfunctional relationships and he spoke gently “you know, I know what you mean with the not so good on the daddy department, but you know Y/N if you ever need anything, my blue little Camaro is only a block away”

You giggled at billy, he always knew what to say to make you drift out of those depressing episodes, you lent over and gave him a peck, your lips touching slightly, you both had craved just that little bit of touch for a few weeks, but you'd never want to admit it. You both just looked dat each other, taking it no further and you replied:

“ thanks billy, you know I really do appreciate it, not so mr tough guy after all huh?” you smiled as you stepped out the car giving billy a quick wave as you headed towards your house.

You entered your house to then be bombarded with questions and a drunk dad raising his hand to the right of your head, slamming the door shut, he shouted

“ who the f**k was that you little sl*t”

“ nn.. no.. no one dad” you said whimpering as you tried to move away, he pushed you against the door and held you by the throat and shouting again, spitting in your face;

“don't you lie to me you wh**e, I saw you with that piece of trash from round the block, you know I've had one or two complaints from his house, I should of known you'd be involved with him, huh so what is it? hmm..” he pressed on to you, getting right into your face as you had tears coming to your eyes, you had officially had enough of the sh**, your dad continued to hound you “ ANSWER ME you cu*t” he shouted one more time, breaking his glass bottle and catching your arm with it, trying to teach your a lesson, your neck has started to bruise a little from the pressure of his hands. Then that was it, it just released, you scream in which it pushed him back into the sofa, like a wave of Ange and power forcing him off you, and screamed “ I said, get the hell off me” ..

you ran to your room, locking the for behind you, you went to your wardrobe , finding anything you could to put in a bag and on, you couldn't stay there any longer than you had to. You fixed yourself up, tried to hide the bruising and cuts but you were chugging down the vodka you had in your room so you really couldn't tell what the hell you was doing. you knew where you were heading and that was heathers party.

||outfit choice below||

As much as you ached, you looked sexy and you knew it, you would of took the jacket off but then people would see the cuts and bruises. You jumped out your window and headed towards your car, where you couldn't even function the key fob you were that pissed. The engine started and let’s say, its a good job you were the sheriffs daughter because that driving was not road legal.

You arrived at heathers, you jumped out your car which you attempted to park, in which you failed miserably. Making your way through the crowd, stumbling a little you spotted him, that's right, Billy Hargrove with his left arm raised and leaning right over Tammy’s head, most likely flirting. you locked eyes straight away and he could tell you were pissed at him, you rolled your eyes and stormed off to find Steve. Steve was leaning against the kitchen island and you slurred to him “hey babe, fancy pouring me a drink” as you lent your arm over his shoulders, Steve hesitant at first as he could tell you were drunk but then he gave in as you gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that no one could every day no to. You and billy liked to play games with each other, that was your thing, at least sober you could handle it or at least pretend to handle it, you played each other and tried to make the other jealous. It sure as hell had worked, you knew you were starting to fall for him, but you could never admit it to yourself. Both of you were so alike, but you would never admit that.

‘ songs playing next are - rock you like a hurricane scorpions - no one like you by scorpions and running up that hill Kate bush’

Billy saw you dancing with Steve, so he then grabbed Tammy by the waist and started dancing with her, slightly grinding at her waist. He knew this would send you over the edge with him, but he just wanted you to come over and admit that to him. You were going to flip, until you knew exactly what to do to piss him off, there was one thing billy and you had done together and he knew how you were when you were on drugs, flirtatious, forward and completely let loose. you headed towards Tommy who you knew would be right near billy so he could overhear you.

“hey Tommy, you want to do a bag?” you stumbled towards Tommy, leaning against him with your hands on his shoulders. Tommy looked straight at billy, those two weren't on the greatest terms at the moment so he obliged with Y/N request. Tommy placed his c*ke onto his finger in which you sniffed in one, billy was furious and stormed over to the kitchen. The c*ke had hit and you were completely in a haze, now for phase two of pissing billy off, no care in the world you got up onto the pole stand in heathers living room, her mum did pole so everyone loved her for that. You started to dance seductively on the pole, more eyes heading your way as you started to tease and take off your jacket, not realising you still had the cuts and bruises.

No one like you scorpions playing:

There's no one like you I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do I just want to be loved by you

Billy’s POV:

you had had it, Y/N was up to her usual tricks tonight, you wish shed had just come up to you when she saw you with Tammy, if only she knew what you were talking about. No flirting involved, but typical Y/N jumping to conclusions yet again.

.....

soon as Y/N asked Tommy for a bag you knew you had to watch her every move, only you two together had experienced that, the free emotions and movements you had with each other, the way you felt with each other, it was only meant for you two. Billy had turned to find Y/N dancing on the pole in the living room, his blood started to boil as he watched her start to tease he had to do something, he realised there was blood on her arm, he paced over straight away, dragging her outside before anyone else could see. This was his girl and no way in hell would he let anyone take advantage of her.

Y/N POV:

“I swear to god billy, get your f*c*ing hands off me” you screamed as billy dragged you by the arm to the outside porch. billy faced to turn you, his veins popping out his head when he gets angry and shouted

“im not fu*c*ing letting go until you tell me what the f*ck you are playing at, first dancing with Harrington, then sniffing and don't get me started on the pole.. and lastly you wanna explain these cuts on your arm?”

“why do you care hargrove huh? you basically were in Tammy hem brooks fu*c*ing pants early, go back and fu*k her, but thank you for noticing and pretending to care about my welfare” you hiccuped as you tried to walk down the porch. Billy chased after you and shouting right back

“no I fuc*ing wasn't, if you actually had come up to me instead of playing easy with Steve, you'd of found I was turning her down because of you”

You harshly turned round to face him, without wanting to throw up with how fast you spun around and said “ don't you dare call me easy and two sorry to ruin your whoring, make sure you go apologise to Tammy for me, sorry I'm not one of these girls billy that jumps straight into your bed at the drop of a hat”

the screaming and shouting carried on for a few minutes, you ended up screaming right at billy, unknowingly letting loose of some of your powers again, some of the street lights shattered: you had made a larger crack in the gate to the upside down. Billy placed his hand on your throat in which he instantly regretted and you said “get your hands off me now billy, don't you ever touch me like that again I swear to god” billy shook at what he just witnessed and two the fact he had done something he never thought he would do and that was raise a hand to someone he loves.

“you ever raise a hand to me like that again billy and you are dead to me, you got it” you moved your body away, your eyes tearing up. Tears streamed out of his eyes and anger hit when he restored his eyes back to the cuts and bruises,

“ who the fu*k did that to you Y/N?” he questioned with worry, billy had told you about his dad Neil and what he did to billy, you had never really let on about your dad because you tried to be there for him as much as possible without going into your own problems.

“ not the only one with an abusive dad now are you billy” you sarcastically replied. Billy tried to ignore the sarcasm and instantly felt concerned and worried for Y/N safety.

“I will kill him Y/N and the lights, what the f*ck happened there?”

“don't pretend you care billy please, I don't need you lying to me, if all you was is to get me into bed then you can f*ck right off” I stormed off

“ i’m not lying Y/N, ffs why don't you believe me?” he chased after you

“then why billy huh? why do you care?” you questioned laughing as you walked off

“because I fu*c*ing love you Y/N god dammit” and there it was, billy had finally let loose of his feelings for the first time in his life since his mother left. You both paused and looked each other in the eyes, the arguing had sobered you up a little and you realised what he had said.

“I love you billy”

You both jumped at each other passionately, leaping into one another arms and you touched lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, not leaning the kiss. You both had made your way to your car, rustling about to find your keys and open the door. You made yourselves comfy in the back seats, taking off each others clothes, all billy could could do was stare and admire your body, tracing his finger tips over the scars all the way down your belly. He then placed kissed from your breasts to the lining on your panties. You let out a moan in which sent shivers down billy’s spine at the thought of pleasing you.

“you like that princess?” billy asked, kissing and licking your lining as he looked you straight in the eyes, all you could do was moan his name and plead for more

“yesss billy, uhh please”

“please what princess, huh? what do you want from me” billy muttered, his head between your thighs, placing kisses along the slit of your parts, gently edging his tongue to your clit.

“fu*k billy, fu*k me please” you pleaded with him, edging your head up to push him on the other side of the seat, placing yourself between his legs for a change, kissing his torso: training scratch marks down his belly with your fingernails, this man was yours and you were going to make sure he and everyone knew it. Billy was loving every second, you placed your mouth on the tip of his cock edging your tongue out and swirling it around the tip driving him wild. He grabbed your hair with his hand and tugged your head bag with dominance and said

“don't play with me baby” billy smiled, biting his lip

“or what huh, what you going to do to me” I played on the words. After that billy pulled you up onto his lap, placing you on his bulge and pressing his body into yours ready in position. “

you sure you wanna do this baby? its not your first time is it?” billy asked, searching for a condom in his wallet, you placed your hands on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss and muttered

“more than ready billy and no its not my first, does that bother you?” you asked, billy smiled and kissed your forehead and claimed

“nothing you do would ever bother me, besides I like a woman with a little experience”

you smiled at each other, then both ready he edge his tip slightly into your core, soaking wet you Mae his access a little easier with how tight you were around him. “f*ck Y/N, ride me baby, show me I'm yours” billy moaned into your ear, every motion edging him further. You continued to ride him, picking up your pace, getting a little rough you made scratches on his chest and placed your hand on his throat, choking him a little as you neared your peak. Billy gave you a smirk as you choked him as he grabbed your ass and clenched it as he starting pumping his cum into you. both reaching your climax you both panted into each others necks slowly releasing from each other.

“ I meant what I said you know” billy spoke softly, holding your chin upwards to face him, “I love you Y/N Johnson”

you gave him a kiss in which you replied “and I love you billy hargrove”

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bisexualsforprompto · 5 years ago

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Of Roommates and Red Heroes Chapter 1

AO3

One (You are here) Next

One- Of pilots and new beginnings

Jason Todd ran, ran away from the legacy he could never fill. The one he was still expected to fill. Didn’t they know? Didn’t they know he had changed?

God, was had he even changed? It’s not like he could ever make up for what he did. But he couldn’t wear the colors of the Robin ever again either. He crossed a line, he was past the point of no return.

And Bruce couldn’t let him forget it.

As far as Jason was concerned, he didn’t deserve a redemption.

He didn’t deserve a happily ever after.

Dick (in more ways than one): [is online]

Lil bro Jason: [is online]

Dick (in more ways than one): Come back.

Lil bro Jason: No.

Dick (in more ways than one): Please, Bruce didn’t mean it.

Lil bro Jason: Honestly I give zero f*cks if he meant it.

Dick (in more ways than one): So that's it. You’re just solo now and we’ll never see you again?

Lil bro Jason: You are welcome to visit when you’d like, along with Steph, Tim, Barbara, etc etc. I don’t want to see him again.

Dick (in more ways than one): He’s your dad!

Lil bro Jason: Godammit Dick! He’s not! Open your goddamn eyes! He’s not our dad, he’s a man who just uses us for his dirty work!

Dick (in more ways than one): I can’t stop you from doing this, but just talk to Bruce at least, if you don’t you’ll regret it, trust me I know.

Lil bro Jason: [is offline]

•~•Sunday Nov.17, 8am EST•~•

Knock, knock, knock.

“Mr. Todd.”

Knock, knock, knock.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jason said as he peeled a case file off his face, he’d fallen asleep the night prior reading it. Jason walked over to the nook where he kept all his ‘borrowed’ GCPD case filed which just happened to go missing from their archives every so often. For some reason, Jason liked to review case files. A lot. Maybe it was living with a detective for so long, but he felt at home in his own little world of files.

Jason brought a hand to his head, trying to shield his pounding headache. He remembered going out to the bar, but not much else. He brushed his hand down his face to feel stubble, another thing he’d have to deal with later. He fixed his hair a little bit before getting off his brown leather couch. He checked out what he was wearing, only pants. He sighed and picked up a plain black t shirt off the ground. Sliding it on, Jason walked over to the door and opened it.

Of all the things he was expecting today, he wasn’t expecting his landlord in full suit and tie showing up at his door. Unfortunately, it was his reality. A tall slim and bony man in a tacky olive green suit and oversized brown plastic glasses was holding a clipboard and pen in his hands.

“Mr. Jason Todd?”

Jason sighed, “That’s me.” The man looked him up and down. Jason was about to yell at him for judging but decided against it.

“You’ve been behind on your last payment for this flat. You have one week or you will be evicted.” The man said properly, leaving directly after despite Jason’s protests. Sighing, Jason shut the door.

He hadn’t found work in a long time. He’d been fired from his last job for drinking, and he couldn’t change his ways after being Red Hood and working with Batman. He went by the same mantle but working with Bruce did a number on him as always, only this time it was a positive change. He couldn’t work and make dirty money off drug cartels anymore, Red Hood was a lone vigilante but Jason Todd could only find himself doing honest work. Honest work that was very difficult to find in this day and age.

The only thing Jason could think that would save him would be getting a roommate. Jason sighed once more, all Gothamites were bat-shit crazy (pun not intended) and there was no way in hell he was taking Bruce’s blood money. Jason started drafting an ad and put it on Craigslist. The best he’d be able to do, hopefully before the date he’d be able to meet all of the candidates to make sure they weren’t insane.

‘Searching for a roommate in a flat in Gotham Sun Apartments. $500 per month expected. Contact xxx-xxx-xxx for more information. (Images attached below)’

Jason rubbed his pounding temple, all he could do was wait.

•~Friday Nov. 22, 10am EST~•~•

“Voyage.” Marinette called before stepping into a black portal. She whimpered as she landed in a dark alley. “Tikki, Kaaliki, divide.” She whispered. “Spots off.” She was released from her heroine persona. Marinette was bloody, bruised and confused. She didn’t know where Kaaliki had taken her but she hoped it was far away from Paris. Marinette walked warily out of the alley to see a beautiful city full of life around her. Many people walked past and she could hear snippets of conversation, only something was off about them…they were in English! Marinette realized, could Kaaliki’s Portal have taken her to America or England? Thank god for Madame Bustier’s lessons or Marinette wouldn’t be able to speak a lick of English, she was practically fluent after all of her lessons. Marinette took out her pigtails and slid the bands onto her arm, she checked her purse, Tikki and Kaaliki were in there as well as $2000. Master Fu had given it to her before her...departure.

Marinette continued down the street hoping to find some sign of where she was. Pedestrians gave her strange looks, most likely because of all her evident injuries. Marinette passed by street signs, all to generic to tell her anything. She accidentally bumped into a small girl wearing a sweatshirt that read “Gotham University”.

Marinette knew it was a stretch, it could just be a random sweatshirt but still she was determined to try.

‘Gotham University’ she typed into Google. Bingo. ‘Gotham University is a college in Gotham, New Jersey, America.’ So could she be in America? Marinette surveyed her surroundings, the most prominent building read Wayne Enterprises. ‘Worth a shot’ she mused. ‘Wayne Enterprises, Gotham’. Millions of hits, now she knew she must be in Gotham. Marinette continued to walk the streets to solve her next problem, where could she stay the night?

Marinette sighed turning corners, looking for any signs around. She felt a rumbling in her stomach, she couldn’t remember the last time she ate. Marinette couldn't see any food places around. She wandered around looking wildly for a café, bakery, restaurant, anything. She didn’t even realize she was on a collision course until she bumped into a muscular boy, about 4 years older than herself with black hair with a white streak in it and blue eyes.

•~Friday, 9:40am EST~•~•

Jason groaned as he got up. He wasn’t drunk like most nights before. He immediately went to check his computer, still no hits on Craigslist. Jason sighed, he didn’t know what he’d do if he couldn’t get anyone to rent with him by Sunday. He refused to move back into Bruce’s mansion again. Jason picked up his apartment keys and went to look for some food, he couldn’t find a solution to a problem without food or caffeine (Tim had rubbed off on him more than he wanted).

Jason opened his door and walked down the hall, he opted for the stairs as he didn’t feel like interacting with anyone at the moment. Jason brushed past the Gothamites on the street feeling extremely aggravated. He got lost in his own world of annoyance and didn’t even realize when he ran into a small blue-haired girl.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Marinette said turning pink. She backed away feeling extremely embarrassed, “I just wasn’t looking where I was going and-“ Jason recognized that she wasn’t from Gotham. She just didn’t have that shrewd personality that came with the territory of being a Gothamite. For some reason it made him feel warmer, and his anger felt more soothed.

“It’s ok little lady, really. What brings you to Gotham?” Marinette stared up into the caring blue eyes of the boy she ran into. “I uh, well, um nothing in particular. But would you mind showing me somewhere to eat?” She asked, not wanting to revisit why she had to leave Paris. He seemed caring enough, hopefully he’d take her somewhere to eat. The man nodded, “Of course. I was headed to a café myself little lady. Hey, what’s your name?” Jason could respect that the girl didn’t want to talk about why she was here, after all, Jason didn’t like talking about his own past.

“Marinette.” Marinette blushed. “Alrighty then Marinette, I’m Jason. I’ll take you somewhere.” Jason wanted to scold her for putting so much trust in a stranger blindly as she followed him, after all this was Gotham but he just silently thanked that it was him who got to her instead of some creep. Jason led her to the Garden Café right next to where his flat was.

It might’ve been one of the only places in Gotham that wasn’t completely littered with garbage. It had beautiful flowers and an outdoor patio where patrons could eat. Jason lead Marinette to an empty black table and pulled out a metal chair for her. “Merci!” Marinette smiled, “Thank you, I mean.” Jason made the connection, “So are you from France?” Marinette nodded, “Yes, Paris actually.” Jason nodded, “What's it like there?” Marinette sighed, “Well aside from the terrorist, it’s beautiful and a great place to live.” Jason didn’t even had a drink yet but if he did, he would’ve spit it out right on the spot. “Did you just say terrorist?”

“Um yes, I assumed it was common knowledge. I mean I know Ladybug reached out to the Justice League many times…” Jason gritted his teeth, the damn Justice League. His father’s call no doubt.

“So whos Ladybug?” Marinette pondered what to tell the man across from her, on the one hand, he was the only kind one to her, but she didn’t want to accidentally give away her identity. “She along with Chat Noir, are magical heroes who wield jewels that give them power. Hawkmoth, the terrorist, wants them, because with them he can make a wish and have absolute power.” Jason's eyes widened, sure her story seemed like a poorly written children’s TV show but from the little time he’d known Marinette he’d figured a lot out about her, and he trusted that she wasn’t a liar. And wasn’t a very good one at that. Living with the world’s greatest detective, as much as Jason hated to admit it, did have some perks, Jason could read people without knowing them for long.

“I guess it’s not ideal to escape a terrorist and end up in the crime capital of the world though,” Jason said, he couldn’t imagine why anyone would rather be in Gotham than anywhere else. Marinette hadn’t known it was the crime capital of the world, she wondered why Kaaliki’s voyage sent her there. Maybe she was meant to resume being a hero in Gotham?

“Y-yeah.” Was all Marinette could stammer out. Talking to Jason made her realize so many things she had to do, she hadn’t had much time to think about what it could be like living in another country. She didn’t even have a place to stay yet!

“I know this might be a touchy subject, but...how’d you get those bruises Buttercup?” Marinette touched her hand to her face and ran her fingers down one of the scars. “H-Hawkmoth.” At least it wasn’t a complete lie. She saw Jason clench his fists.

Jason was seething, he couldn’t believe the league would ignore this! One look at this girl would prove that they should’ve listened. If Jason was still aligned with Bruce he would’ve had some choice words with him, instead he decided that he’d notify Dick and possibly the Outlaws the next time he saw them. Jason couldn’t help but feel awful for the girl, he knew what it was like to feel like you couldn’t escape the clutches of a madman. He’d lost a bit of soul to Joker. He wanted to run his fingers down all of her scars and just make everything better, she didn’t deserve that kind of torment. If anything, he did.

“Say Buttercup, where are you staying?” Jason asked before the waiter came to take their orders. Marinette answered the waiter with a simple sandwich and Jason ordered the same. “Um well...I don’t really know yet,” she responded to his previous question.

Unacceptable, she was staying with him now. “How about you come back with me Buttercup. I know we just met, but I don’t want you sleeping on the streets. Gotham is dangerous.” Marinette blushed, just now noticing the nickname he gave her. “I couldn’t do that to you!” She protested.

“It’s not a problem, Buttercup, really.” Marinette sighed, she felt grateful for Jason. Maybe she was being too trusting, but she had no other options. “As long as you let me pay you something.” Jason thought about it, he didn’t want to put this poor girl out but then he realized,

“I think there's a way we can help each other.”

#Of Roommates and Red Heroes #Jasonette #Maribat #miraculous fanfic #LadyArrow

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yastaghr · 4 years ago

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Writing it Down

Summary: Gaster is messing around with science and accidentally induces an artificial heat. Luckily his husband, Sans, is willing to help.

Relationship: Sanster

Warnings: None

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26629375

Gaster watched as his creation bubbled. It was currently a bright blue and fairly caustic, but he hoped that by adding the sulphide that it would stabilize the concoction into a more useful cleaning agent. Humans were obsessed with such weird things. He didn’t understand why they needed such a wide variety of cleaning agents, but the client was paying well, it was an interesting challenge, and he needed to do something to get back into the game after so long.

This had seemed like a good plan at the time, but when he added the chemical to the solution it had… unanticipated results. For one thing, it blew up. That really shouldn’t happen in a casual lab like his, but magic always had an unpredictable factor that could make even the simplest of activities exciting.

For another thing, it didn’t burn. Most cleaning products should not be applied to skin (or bone), but this one definitely wasn’t behaving like a cleaning product. When he wiped the blue goop off of his safety goggles he discovered that the entire room was covered in a thin layer of bubbling goop, including him. There wasn’t much that was actually touching him thanks to his insistence on proper safety gear. It only seemed to have gotten on the exposed bone of his skull.

Finally, the mess it had made seemed to be giving off a strong smell. Gaster sniffed it experimentally. It seemed to invade his sinus cavities and fill his brain. He huffed, trying to get the smell out of him (really, what was he thinking?) but it was too late. The musky smell already seemed to have affected him, along with the rest of his physical exposure. He could feel his joints throbbing as magic gathered in the narrow ley lines there, the room suddenly felt too hot, and his mental process was interrupted with one thought: Sans.

Where was Sans? Wasn’t he here a bit ago? Gaster urgently needed to find him to deal with this… ah, that was what it was. The solution he had created had induced an artificial heat. Well, he definitely needed his boyfriend for that, didn’t he? Besides, Sans was his supervisor. This was definitely the kind of accident you should report.

Gaster took one second to peel back the layer of magic that lined the room and made cleaning a breeze, dumped the mess in an appropriate way, and reapplied the layer of magic. He took another second to strip the PPE off of him and wash his face off in the sink. A third second was spent writing down a few quick notes in the log. The only difference between screwing around and science is writing it down! Then he opened the door that led to their break area and sang, “Sa~ans! I had an accident!"

For some reason, that statement did not have the desired effect. Sans jumped up from where he had been making notes in his notebook. He must have gotten at least two seconds of hangtime. That was impressive. His face, however, was not. He looked scared to death.

“gaster, are you alright? are you injured? oh, stars, i knew i shouldn’t have left you alone in there. there’s a reason why you used to insist on the buddy system when working with dangerous chemicals. where are you hurt? do i need to call an ambu-” Sans scarcely paused for breath throughout the entire speech.

Gaster interrupted him, “I’m fine, Sans. It appears as though the solution I created can induce artificial heats, however. I can already feel my magic gathering, and I’m sure I must smell delicious.”

Sans narrowed his eyes at him. “really. you’re sure you aren’t just horny and want to fuck? you know, like last time?”

“Ah, no,” Gaster could feel himself blushing, “I’ll admit that was… somewhat ill-advised. I should have just told you the truth. I apologize again. However, this time I really do think I’m in heat. You can smell for yourself and check my joints for comparison if you wish, and, if you so desire, I can teleport home and make use of one of our toys.”

Sans sniffed and shook his head. “no, i believe you. you smell like musk and black licorice. just let me finish up this observation and then i’ll help you. you might as well strip while I do that.”

Gaster shivered. He loved it when Sans got so commanding. It made his whole body shiver, not with cold or fever, but with desire. He striped out of his clothes faster than he ever had before. His body, which still retained some of its goopy properties even after all this time, was glowing faintly purple. His genitals had already formed a thin, tendril-like length on his pelvis. Gaster waved it experimentally. Yes, it still worked.

Sans finished scrawling that obnoxious excuse for handwriting of his and set the pencil aside. Then he looked up, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He stood up and sashayed over to Gaster, palming his dick almost immediately. “someone’s got a boner, heh heh heh.”

A smooth hand with a hole in its palm cupped the side of Sans’ face lovingly. “Oh, yes. Only for you, Sans.”

Sans’ grin spread. “now me, i don’t usually get aroused so easily, but your scent has got me going, doc. you in the mood for a pussy or an ass?”

Gaster sported a grin of his own. “Oh, whatever you’re in the mood for, Sans, you know that. Although… it has been a long time since I have gotten to cum inside your womb. Maybe you would oblige an old man and form one?”

“oh, you’re not that old, doc. you’ve still got the energy to fuck me senseless on a regular basis, right?” Sans joked as he wrapped his hand around Gaster’s length, pumping it teasingly in the way he knew would drive Gaster nuts. “i bet that you can cum more than once.”

Gaster countered, “I can’t do that if you make me waste a load outside of you. Please, pull down your pants and get on the table.”

“geez, buy a guy a drink first,” Sans said with a wink as he lowered his pants. His magic was summoned, the dark blue ecto body puffy and fat, just like Gaster liked it. His pussy was already glistening with precum. When Gaster ran his fingers through it it was already slick.

“Hmm, it seems like I’m not the only one who has a boner. Or, at least, the pussy’s equivalent,” Gaster said with a smile. “Now all we need is a little bit of foreplay and we can start. Oh, and you still need to get on the table, Sans. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your lack of compliance. Get on the table on your stomach, please, with your legs dangling off the edge.”

Sans scrambled to comply, just like Gaster knew he would. Being fucked from behind like that, as well as being unable to do anything about it one way or the other, were two of Sans’ favorite things when it came to sex. He loved it when Gaster took control. Just for the icing on the cake, Gaster said, “Oh, and put your arms behind your back with the forearms together. I need a good handhold if I’m to fuck you well.”

Oh, that got Sans going. He was absolutely dripping by the time he was in position. Gaster helped him get his hands into the right position with one hand while his other hand gathered up slick. Then, without any warning, he slipped a finger inside of Sans and held it still. Sans clenched around him, but Gaster had to fight this heat to not start moving immediately. He knew it would be more fun for both of them if he did this right.

It wasn’t too long before Sans pleaded, “doc, you’ve gotta move! you’re driving us both nuts when all we both want is for you to stick your dick inside me!”

Gaster groaned. Dirty talk was one of his biggest kinks and Sans knew it. “Oh, you little sneak. I’m not going to fall for it, though. I want you to really enjoy this, and you’re no masochist. I need to make sure you’re prepared.”

“Then at least move your damned finger! or, better yet, put in a second one and get to work! i can handle it. please!” Sans begged.

“Impatient,” Gaster tutted, “but you have a point.” He inserted a second finger and began working them. The wet sounds his fingers made as they scissored Sans open were music to Gaster’s non-existent ears. He listened to them, dick twitching, until he was sure that Sans could take him. Then he pulled them out to the tune of a groan from Sans. “Easy, Sans. I’m sure you’ll like what I’m about to do to you a hell of a lot more than just my fingers.”

Sans whined. “oh, please doc, slide that sexy tentacle of yours inside me. fuck, i can already picture it. please!”

Gaster obliged him, thrusting his whole dick into Sans in one go. Sans’ pussy spasmed around him, but Gaster was done waiting. He gripped Sans’ arms with both hands and set a brutal pace. Sans groaned and moaned his name, but Gaster was beyond words, at least for now. This artificial heat had built up inside of him to the point where he needed to get off before he could use words.

Sans didn’t seem to mind. “fuck, doc~ you feel so good inside me. i can feel you all the way inside me. your length is perfect for me, and this pace- this pace is wonderful! mmh, yes.”

His words only drove Gaster on faster. Soon the friction built to the point where Gaster felt he was about to cum. He buried himself up to the hilt inside of Sans and let his orgasm rock over him. Purple seed spurted inside of Sans’ womb. Gaster saw it when he flipped Sans over onto his back. The little pool of purple got him going again. He snapped his hips back and resumed his rough pace. Sans’ moans grew until they were a cacophony of sound.

“Oh, Sans, you have no idea how good this feels. You like this, huh? You like my twisty little dick cavorting inside your cunt? You like it when I make the table squeak across the linoleum with every thrust? You like being helpless in the face of my need to fuck?” Gaster asked lasciviously.

Sans groaned. “fu~ck! doc, i love it! i love your twisty little tentacle in my big, fat hole. I love the way it feels against my g-spot. oh, fuck, i’m getting close!”

Gaster moaned and sped up his thrusts. “Oh, please, squeeze your pussy tight around me!”

His husband obliged, cumming with a cry and clamping down on his dick. Gaster, spurred on by his induced heat, pounded him right through his orgasm and out the other side. Sans’ cries grew desperate as another orgasm built inside him. Gaster dragged at his hips, slamming into Sans’ pussy and stroking his good spots.

This time, when Sans came, it was with a wail. He went on fucking Sans right through it, his own orgasm just a few more strokes away. Sans squirmed and Gaster tried to pull out. He didn’t want to make his husband uncomfortable. However, Sans grabbed his arms and dragged himself back onto Gaster’s tentacle until it was buried to the hilt. “keep it up, g. i’ve got another one in me, and i’m sure you do. you still smell worse than my sock collection.”

That comment made Gaster growl and turn up the intensity from 9 to 14. “Oh, really? You think I smell bad? Or do you just want another load of cum in your chubby, tight pussy?”

Sans didn’t answer him. He was too busy trying to breathe. His tongue was bouncing up and down along with his ecto fat folds. His eye lights had gone out. Gaster grinned. He loved making Sans lose it like that. He kept on fucking Sans hard until his own orgasm overcame him. He buried himself up to the hilt again, and this time he got to see his own dark purple magic spurting into Sans’ womb. He grinned. Oh, how his possessive side loved to see that. It was so… satisfying.

Gaster waited a bit to see if the heat was satisfied yet or not. Partially seemed to be the answer. It was satiated enough to let him take a break and take care of his husband. Gaster scooped Sans up in his arms and headed for the bathroom.

#undertale lemon #sanster #sans #gaster #writing it down fic #yastaghr

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sgnjunhyung · 4 years ago

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all the texts 😘

text meme drunk — to receive drunk texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › fu ck u look so cute in taht dress › makes me thnik abo ut what it’ll b like to › haha HEY SORRY junhyung got drunk › thank god I took his phone from him before it was too late › we were just JOKING when we gave him that dare but 💀💀 › sorry again and have a good night 🙃🙃

sad — to receive sad/down texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › I hate this movie › why would they make the dog die 😭😭😭 › nO I’m not crying LMAO › ok I might have teared or something › like just a tear or two › but it’s not like I’m bawling my eyes out or anything lol › anws wanna meet at the convenience store? › I gotta get more tissues mine ran out just now

mad — to receive mad/angry texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › 😒😒😒 › no I’m not jeALOUS › why would I even get jealous LMAO › it’s not like we’re dating or anything › n besides › I’m cuter than him lol.

happy — to receive happy/excited texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › happy b’day again!!! 🎂 › I hope u like the bunny 😌😌 › pls give it a cute name!!! › u can name it after me if u want 🤪

tired — to receive sleepy texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › I don’t wanna sleep yet but › my eyes can barely stay open 😩😩 › so I think I’m gonna head to bed first 😔 › gnight!!! › dream of me 🥰 › but don’t wet ur pants KIDDING 🤪🤪

busy — to receive slow/rushed texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › sorry I’ve been mia lately › I’ve been rushing for submissions this week 😩😩 › but I’ll be free this weekend!!! › do u wanna watch a movie with me then 😳

bored — to receive disinterested texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › I’ll be downstairs in 5 › I’m bored n hungry › n I guess I kinda wanna see u

drafts — to receive texts to your muse that wasn’t sent from my muse

[ drafted » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › maybe we shouldn’t hang out › everyone’s saying that I’m bad for u › n tbh I can’t even bring myself to deny it

whoops — to receive texts meant for someone else from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › hey I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now, do u wanna go on a date with me this weekend? 😄 › what do u think?? emoji or no emoji? › do u think she’ll say yes djfhsdkfjsad › oMG WAIT THAT’S FOR DANBI › I MEAN I’M NOT ASKING HER TO GO on a date with me ew no › I was asking her to vet that msg › before I send it to u bYE

scared — to receive scared/worried texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › hey wyd › why haven’t u replied me all day › r u alright › omg is something wrong??? › reply “JUNHYUNG IS CUTE AF” if u’re there › ok for real tho r u OK???

love — to receive loving texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › thank u for today › I really had a lot of fun 😌😌 › it’s been so long since I went on a picnic › I hope u had fun too

reveal — to receive a revealing texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › actually... I lied 😓 › I’m really afraid of rollercoasters › but I’ll go on them › if u hold my hand

reveal me — to receive revealing texts from my muse about your muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › u’re really pretty › omg › why is my heart beating so fast

naughty — to receive dirty/suggestive texts from my muse

[ sent » hyunjoo 🐰 ] › omg I just saw what I sent u last night › I was out drinking with the boys › I’m so sorry about that › I meant what I said tho › except I don’t think u look cute in it › I think u look hot lol › fuck is my hangover getting to me or what

#—meme.#—text.#sgnhyunjoo

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nyxwordsmithwrites · 6 years ago

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Not so bad

*So this takes place right after the second chapter, starting at like 2am or so lol

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“Fu-ck! I can't-” a gasp, “I can't catch a goddessdamned break-nggh!”

And it was this- as strange as it was- that woke Logan out of his exhausted slumber.

Only slightly confused and a bit more than peeved, the demon stood up-body only wobbling slightly- as he headed towards the maker of the reverberating noise.

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Remy chose the room closest to his own- considering how loud the other's moans were-but what was surprising; the door was open. Logan's brow arched.

Bit of an exhibitionist are we?

Without much preamble, Logan simply waltzed into the room.

He was expecting to either see an embarrassed or lustful fae sprawled out before him, possibly both. For which he had some choice comments, that would include quite a few foul words, under the pretense of getting Remy to shut up-or at the very least be less noisy when dealing with himself- but the sight before him had his words dying in his throat.

True the fae was sprawled...on his side at least; his pale wiry frame and milky skin- speckled with tiny scales- was exposed before him, unhindered by neither shirt nor pants, as said items of clothing were thrown onto the floor in a heap, his shades somewhere along in that mix. The only saving grace to his modesty were some thin, cheap and faded boxers. That of which were barely hanging onto his thin hips- they were slowly dipping lower with each ragged breath that Remy took.

The fae was panting, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving; as sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and rolled down his face. Both his hands were digging into the bed sheets-

“nghh”

Logan frowned,

at himself.

Here he was about to chastise the poor fae, when he himself was at fault for ignoring his senses. There was no scent of lust, nor pleasure, instead the entire room was clouded with agony and pain. Something he should have noticed from the moment he woke.

Remy's back bowed one second, then arched the next, his thin body shuddering as a tremor of pain ran through him. Pain no doubt coming directly from his wings.

“nggh”, another groan left him.

Logan bit at his lip, he could actually see the spasming of the feathery, streamer like limbs. How the muscles of it rippled and coiled...ever cramping and tightening.

It stopped for a moment, the fae’s entire form sagged and he huffed in relief-

Only for it to start up again.

The demon winced in sympathy, the spasms in Remy's wings had restarted so violently that it literally tied some of the free moving feathers into knots- and with each tremor the muscle pulled tighter...

“nghh”

Making up his mind Logan moved closer to the bed.

Remy's eyes snapped opened.

“Shouldn't you be asleep?”

The demon blinks, he has no doubt that his own hair is a mess and his current clothing is nothing if not rumpled but he did not expect the fae to speak so clearly, despite being in obvious pain.

How long has he endured this pain to be able to do so?

“I was”, he started after a beat, “ but your sounds woke me-”

Remy sits up at that.

“Oh I'm sorry”, he winces, “I'll just keep my mouth shut and suffer in silence-”

Logan isn't sure if he means that literally or sarcastically at this point.

“Go back to sleep Logan, you're swaying”

“I am not, I'm standing perfectly still, you however are swaying-”

“Oh- hey, what are you…?! Let me go!”

“Calm down, and lay on your stomach-”

“Like hell! What are you-?!”

“I'm trying to help you!”

Logan huffs, still pushing the fae down on the bed, “you need to sleep and I need you to shut up”

“Oh sure, it's a win-win for everybody, eh? It doesn't make a difference boo, my wings have been doing this shit for a while-”

The demon rolled his eyes, still pushing down, “then this will ease the pain, relax and let me help you”

Remy groans but let's himself be pushed down, hell knows Logans grip is painful, and he sure as fuck doesn't need anymore pain right now.

Remy near screams when Logan touches his wings. They were still spasming of course, but the demon somehow managed to separate the individual mess of the tattered, tangled mesh of his feathers back into its proper three pairs.

It's been a while since he could see the small of his own back. He was so used to having his wings hidden, worse yet when he was branded; especially considering that one of the brands was smack dab on the left side of his center wing and the closest to his spine. He felt that burn for ages after it was made. He never let anyone touch them after that. So when Logan runs a finger through the now visible crease of his spine, he shivers, feathers puffing- as tangled as they were-thoroughly unused to the feeling.

Usually he could separate his feathery wings on his own, not completely because of the atrophy but he could do it on his own. Just...not when they were like this, never when they were like this and now they were knotted-goddess it hurt.

He squeezes his eyes shut and he swears the grip he has on the sheets might tear them.

“Shh, it's almost over, only two more are still tied together”

Logan was being surprisingly gentle, but each slow pull of the ever-so-slowly-loosening-muscle was sending volts of hot agony throughout his body.

Logan winced as Remy cried out again.

The fae's eyes were shut tight, but that didn't stop the reflexive tears from slipping through them.

The demon pulled the bridge of the tied feathers as gently as he could- wincing once more as Remy's pained whimpers echoed out at the action. He pulled, once, twice, three times more before the last knot finally gave way. Now loose enough, he easily moved the cinched feathers away from each other.

That was it, no more knots.

Remy sagged in relief, giving his wings a tiny tentative flap. They weren't spasming anymore- well for now that is- so he wouldn't complain. He could sleep with his wings now at least.

“Thanks”, whispers the fae hoarsely.

It only takes him a second to realize that Logan hasn't moved and instead still held on of his feathers between his fingers. The demon had a pensive look on his face, one that unsettled Remy down to his stomach.

“This isn't only caused by the atrophy, is it?”

Remy shook his head, “nah, it's the everyday wear n’ tear, plus the overuse of the glamour and the-”

“And the brands?”

A rhetorical question. He stated it as fact, growling as he did so- the fae could only nod.

Flinching a bit, Remy started to sit up, only to be pulled onto Logan's lap and pushed back down again.

The fae blinked, eyes wide and body near frozen in terror. Did Logan expect ‘repayment’ for helping him?

“Is there anything else that could cause your wings to behave in such a manner?”

Remy swallowed thickly.

“Uh-um… I did kinda get slammed into a wall by a demon today so-”

Logan didn't say anything,he just gave a non committal “hmn”

“...or- or if I sleep on them wrong I guess? Come to think of it that's probably what happened...”

The fae trailed off, really not liking the demon's vacant stare. What was Logan going to do to him?

The demon still didn't say anything, his brows furrowed and his pensive look grew more intense.

Sleep on them wrong?

The wall was definitely his fault but...when he charmed Remy…

Was his placement of the fae in the Taxi also at fault? What about the chaise?

He had been tired and for as gently as he assumed he had placed Remy down, both times could have counted for the spasms of his wings.

And no doubt the brands burned onto him...

His fae should not be in pain at all.

A small whimper cause him to blink out of his thoughts, the fae in his arms was trembling. Without thinking, he brought Remy closer to his chest.

“I promise, no more pain shall befall your wings. I am no healer but I'm sure they can make a full recovery, especially now since you won't need to use your own energy for a glamour”

“...ok…”

Logan's brow arched. Remy's voice was soft, barely a whisper...nothing but lingering pain and fear glazed the room. The demon instantly assumed that the fae's wings were still sore- well that was nothing he couldn't fix.

He grabbed a pillow from behind him and placed it opposite his lap, before sliding the still shaking Remy onto it. Leaving his torso and legs over the demon's. With fae prone like this, it was easy to access his wings and even easier to see all the damage the poor, abused, appendages went through.

“I'll remove the kinks and bends from your feathers, so you can rest easy. Tomorrow we'll get some food into you, and possibly find a healer. I need you healthy-”

Remy simply nodded…

“This...this isn't going to be like one of those happy ending massages...right?” A weak chuckle punctuated the fae's question. But the thought still lingered and it left a bitter taste in the back of his throat. It's not that the demon wasn't attractive...it was just...he didn't...he didn't want too. But he made a deal, he'd have to regardless. He shuddered, it would be easy, wouldn't it? All he had on was a pair of boxers-

“If you mean a happy ending in you having less back pain and me actually getting some sleep then, yes-”

Remy couldn't help it, a sudden bout of laughter bubbled out of him, “that's not- yeah, ok. Sounds...sounds good hun”

He was worried, about this guy doing something like that? It was still a possibility sure but just that reply, that simple bit of little naivete in that answer...he could trust Logan not to hurt him.

The demon had no idea what he had said was so amusing, but the scent of fear had dissipated so he'd take it as a win.

“Good, then do brace yourself. While I doubt this would be as painful as before, I'm quite sure that it would still feel rather uncomfortable”

Uncomfortable couldn't even begin to cut it.

Remy groaned as Logan's deft fingers pinched, rolled, rubbed and squeezed at the muscles beneath his feathers. It didn't hurt per say but it sure as hell didn't feel good.

The best way he could describe it was when your leg fell asleep and you'd have to stand on it. The staticky, pins and needles like sensation made him squirm.

It was Not a good feeling.

Sometimes the sensation would run down his leg, causing it to twitch, or it felt like heat at the back of his neck. He had bit his tongue once or twice, the influx of tactile information his wings were getting- he was practically overloaded. His toes curled and his fingers clenched the sheets harder. It hurt, but it didn't.

Goddess, he hated the feeling.

To make matters worse Logan wouldn't give him a break to catch his breath or adjust. The demon just kept moving. Slowly unwinding and detangling feathers from each other and then pinching and squeezing them to remove the bends and kinks.

While Remy's wings could be described as feathery streamers, they did not necessarily act like streamers, they were made muscle after all. The kinks and bends-after being squeezed and pinched this-way-and-that to promote circulation- would disappear without a trace; leaving a happy feathery muscle in place.

Too bad the sensation of getting them like that was God-awful. Damn it's really been forever and a half since he properly groomed them.

One particularly hard squeeze from the demon cause Remy to help, his left leg kicking out involuntarily.

“You need to stop squirming”

“Sorry, I can't...I can't help it. I just- it feels so fucking weird-”

“Elaborate”

“It hurts but it doesn't? Pins and needles like...kinda? Just worse, a lot worse”

“Hmm, the nerve endings must be shot. Here”

The demon grabbed the fae's arms and placed them straight, next to his head”

“...what- what are you doing?”

Logan didn't answer, instead, he was running two fingers up and down between the space of Remy's wings, practically on his spine.

The fae squirmed.

“Hush, just lay still, I'm looking for it-”

“Looking for what-?!”

Logan, seemingly finding what he was looking for, pressed down.

Crck!

“Oh~”

Remy's wings drooped, they completely went lax, and so did the rest of his muscles- fuck that felt good.

“Glad it did-”

Remy hummed, only just barely caring that he had accidentally spoken aloud.

Logan nonchalantly moved his fingers up, pressing down on certain areas along his spine…

‘Crk!’

‘Crckk!’

‘Crk-pop!’

“Mhngh~”

Whatever the hell the demon was doing, Remy had no fucking clue, but he was certain that he almost never wanted him to stop. Still, he was known to be the curious type…

The fae's tongue felt rather heavy for some reason, but he tried speaking anyway. “ t'was that?”

Close enough.

“Those were pressure points, it should help restore some proper circulation to your wings, lessening your so called pins-and-needles”

“ ‘n ya doit ‘gain?”

Logan chuckled, it was rather amusing to see the spitfire fae like this, eyes half-lidded and body lax. His slurring words only added to the demon's amusement.

“I can do the rest if you'd like?”

“Mhm, plz”

Logan just chuckled some more.

Starting from the tense muscles in the neck, shoulders and the free area around his shoulder blades. Paying keen attention to the fae's more abused right side, Logan slowly worked his way down Remy's back. Nimble fingers moving in a small circular motion as they pressed slowly and deeply into the tissue, the tight knots and strained muscle didn't stand a chance and really neither did the fae. Pleased hums and small moans spilled from Remy's lips as his muscles and joints cracked and popped in relief. His moans soon grew louder without him ever being conscious of it. All he knew was that the fingers pressing gently on his spine were making him feel like mush. Happy sleepy, fae mush. Good mush. 'Crrk' 'Crakk' "Mnngh~"

The Demon meanwhile, simply chuckled, Remy was just about sinking into the bed. Considering how tense the fae was, the impromptu massage went on for a while, enough that by the time Logan finished, Remy was practically on his way to sleep, that of course didn't deter the demon. He continued where he left off with the fae's wings. He hated to leave things half done after all.

His wings were so used- scratch that, he was so used to pain-that the moment Logan touched Remy's wings, the fae jumped, tensing and shocked out of his sleepy state.

He hadn't expected the demon to continue with his wings, he had thought that Logan had only wanted him to shut up and sleep so that he, could actually get some sleep. It truly surprised him that the demon was grooming him.

He hadn't groomed his wings proper in so long and he can't even begin to tell you when last he had been groomed. He had forgotten how it felt like...

The demon above him raised a brow.

“Still pins and needles?”

Remy shook his head, chirping out a small ‘no’, he exhaled, willing himself to relax again...Logan wouldn't hurt him...it was just grooming.

Goddess he hadn't been groomed in ages.

Logan watched as the fae resettled, he was no fool. He knew very well that the wings of a fae were sensitive and vulnerable, so Remy allowing him to continue, especially since he was no longer in pain, was a sign of tentative trust.

He had never groomed anyone before but the premise was simple no? Separate, detangle and remove the kinks and bends, besides, the wings he held most definitely needed it.

With patience he wasn't usually known for, he gently pinched and rolled the bent feathery muscle beneath his fingers until it straightened. Would massaging it bring better results?

Shrugging internally, the demon grabbed a single feather and tried just that…

“Mnn~”

Massaging it worked better than he expected, kinks and bends filled away much faster and the feathers practically detangled themselves as they puffed up.

“hnm~”

Oh and Remy seemed to enjoy it, very much, quite frankly, if the fae sank any lower into the mattress, he'd fall through the bed.

Rolling his eyes, in, what was no doubt, fond amusement, the demon continued to groom his fae.

Remy's wings were clean, just a mess. Likely from only ever washing them in a shower and patting it dry with a towel. Even atrophied as they were, the demon could still feel the strength beneath it. While fae wings were usually fragile, it didn't mean there weren't a few with power. Something in his chest swelled with pride, that even at his weakest, his fae's wings were rather strong. All he needed was a proper grooming and a healer.

The healer would be found tomorrow, he make sure of it, but for now he'd continue the grooming.

Logan found the methodological movement very calming. He had originally expected himself to grow bored with the tedious action but it had the opposite effect instead. A plus, was the litany of pleased hums and moans from his fae, a nice filler for background noise.

The demon continued.

And by the end of the high hour, soft, puffed feathers were open, laying neatly- separated by the junction at the spine- on Remy's back. Not a bend or kink to be found. Remy's wings were beautiful, even with the tears, scratches and burns- those the healer could fix with ease- but right now they were absolutely beautiful...and puffy.

Honestly it looked like a baby chick with its newly coat of downy feathers. It was rather...cute.

Though he knew they would easily tangle again if he left them all ‘fluffed’ like that.

Gently he ran his hand down them to smooth it out. Marveling at its softness. Sure he had been holding them for over an hour or so but only now did he get to freely run his fingers through them. Slowly smoothing them as he went-Remy didn't seem to mind it.

Speaking of-Logan leaned down to listen closer- indeed he was, the fae was purring.

Actually purring.

The air in the room was doused with the taste of and sleep. A slow sugary flavor that the demon usually found too sweet and cloying. This time he was pleased to find it more of a honey and lilac than sugar and caramel.

How amusing.

Grinning and peering over the newly groomed wings, Logan could see Remy fighting with his eye-lids, literally nodding off.

“Go to sleep little fae~”

Remy sleepily chirped out a response and it took a moment for Logan to realize that he could not, for the life if him, understand what the fae had said. So far gone was he, that Remy had slipped back into a mother tongue, the actual chirps-and what sounded like a whistle- where absolutely lost on the demon, but nonetheless amusing.

“Shh, we'll figure it out tomorrow. Sleep~”

That seemed to placate Remy enough, he chirps out something else but quiets down quite quickly after that. The fae's eyes finally fluttered shut, body completely lax as he falls into a deep sleep

"Remy?"

He gets no reply, but the purring grew louder.

For some reason that makes Logan smile.

The demon continues to stroke the soft feathers of his fae's wings.

Smoothed out and as neat as they were, it was very easy to view their lovely colors. The dark gradient of purples, blues and greens was definitely unique but quite fitting for Remy.

He'd bet they'd be even more beautiful if they were unmarred. A protective growl escaped him as his fingers traced over the brands on his fae.

He would find a way to remove them, the burns and tears would be healed, but the atrophy… it would take quite a bit of physical therapy for Remy to be able to fly. Still, he had no doubts, his fae would manage.

By the looks of it, if Remy's wings were fully healed, they probably would have been able to be used as additional arms as prehensile as they were…

That brought an idea to his head, some beings were able to use their extra limbs as weapon...if fully healed, Remy would well be able to use his wings as whips, quick and powerful ones…

Yes, a healer would definitely be found post haste.

He liked that his Fae was strong-

Remy's purring upped a notch

-and soft.

Bonus:

When Remy woke up he was warm, very warm and very comfortable.

He blinked sleepily, still not fully awake yet and stretched a bit; wings flaring out and fluttering a little- ohh, that felt good~

What felt even better was the gentle petting of his wings. It was nice...soothing enough...to put him...right back... to sleep…

Wait.

Remy almost jumped, thankfully his memory of last night kicked in, or he would have probably hurt himself.

Logan, in what looked like dead sleep, had one arm draped around his waist.

The hold was not tight at all- yet still secure enough that if Remy had accidentally jumped out of his arms, the strong muscle would have likely left a bruise on his thin frame. His other arm was splayed across the fae's back, softly brushing down his feathers.

Remy had to wonder if he had been fussing in his sleep for the demon to be petting him even as he slept.

Either way it was... nice.

And he probably couldn't move anyway so why not go back to sleep and enjoy a bit of pampering? After all he couldn't tell you when last he was ever this warm or even had a proper bed. If the Demon wanted to cuddle who was he to deny that?

The Fae decided that things could be worse, Logan was...different.

But not so bad.

When Logan woke, he was warm-

And there was a purring Remy on his chest.

The fae had apparently made himself very comfortable, his ear pressed against the demon's heart, likely lulled under by the steady slow beat.

With Remy this close, the bags under his eyes seemed prominent. The Demon bit at his lip, the sun was already up, meaning that they were to find a healer today, but looking down at his peacefully sleeping fae...maybe they could wait till later.

Logan sighed, still running a hand through soft feathers. His fae was going to be a handful, he was sure.

But for now, in his current circumstance…

It was not so bad.

Nyx: I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU (Dont ask how I managed this, it was a long process :P)

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(ancient Chinese background music plays) Long ago, a grand temple stood in China, in it, held the most powerful artifacts unknown to man, the miraculouses. They were under the reign of a group of monks known as The Order of the Guardians. A young guardian was chosen to watch these magical items, but during their duties, caused a destruction that would soon lead to an even worse fate. The guardian survived protecting the Miracle Box, but lost two in their escape and the grimoire. The guardian lived with the guilt of their actions. They feared it would one day come back to haunt them............and it did! The story continues here:

*Feast-What has been seen in the Louvre that we haven’t already seen? The Mona Lisa being stolen (“Copycat”), Alya almost becoming a sacrifice (“The Pharaoh”), that big rock thingy with some kind of Chinese symbol on it. Wait! What’s that about? Well, let’s look that up............on the Ladyblog! According to our aspiring journalist, Alya has been researching the secrets of the miraculouses and how they’ve been around throughout the centuries! All the way from the Renaissance to the Ancient Greeks where all the great heroes were secretly miraculous holders and Alya discovered that through all of them bearing the same symbol like on the Miracle Box! (and that big rock thingy).

That’s pretty good, but let’s go ask someone who’s living proof of all this, Master Fu! Alright Wang Fu, we’ve been in this fandom for a few years now and we deserve to hear some God damn answers already! Now spill! Ahem! (sits down cross legged and tells the tale) When Fu was around Marinettes age, he was the chosen one to guard the Miracle Box, but like any (pre) adolescent, he hated the responsibility of the job especially since he was taken from his family and forced to sit around watching the box for 24hrs w/out food. Yeesh!😬 Fu used (out of all the miraculouses) the peacock one to create a sentimonster and have it fetch him some food. Unfortunately, it went outta control, due to Fu’s angst about being a guardian, ate the temple, the monks, the other miraculouses (wait! There’s more!?), so Fu ran away with the Miracle Box, as it had a craving for miraculouses, and he accidentally lost “you-know-which” along with the grimoire (the miraculous book) and the sentimonster fell into a lava pit. The End!

Um Alya, Sweetie, I think maybe you should stick to your other blogs cuz all that info you just put out there about the miraculouses, it got Hawk Moths attention! Now no thanks to that, Mayura (yes, Nat is still doing this, but this was before the “Ladybug” ep) is gonna unleash whatever’s in that big rock thingy (actually a lava rock) containing a “special surprise” inside! (P.S: it’s not a chewy caramel nouget). It’s the sentimonster! It’s name was Feast! It survived for centuries! And it’s still hungry! He was a small blue frog-like thing with a Chinese symbol on its head and no face, but a mouth and that tongue! Oh God! That tongue!😱👅. Hawk Moth promised it all the miraculouses (after he’s done with the two most important ones) and his and Mayura’s as a bonus if Feast fetched ‘em for him. Huh, you know, that’s actually the nicest thing I’ve seen Hawk Moth do. Really!

Driven by his extreme centuries old guilt, Master Fu takes back the heroes miraculouses and we have a very bizarre street chase that involves Marinette in a motorcycle suit/helmet (her signature disguise look) and Adrien in a banana suit!?............where the f*ck did he get that!? And yet, they believed they were their crime fighting partner cuz, Hey! Who else knows a tiny hundred year old Chinese man?

FINALLY! We got a backstory on what Master Fu’s biggest mistake was and how it all happened! Well it’s about damn time! (for f**ks sake, it’s Season 3!). He’s mentioned it in “The Collector” and he’s lived that nightmare in “Sandboy”, but the truth comes back to bite him in the a**. So, you mean to tell us, that the reason why the temple was done, why the peacock and butterfly miraculous were lost, why Emilie is in a coma, how Gabriel’s start of darkness happened, why we have the love square and how this whole show started was because Master Fu-HAD THE MUNCHIES!? WTF!? Are you f**king serious!? “This” was the cause! Okay, I get it! Fu was just a teenager when it happened. He was stubborn and selfish (just like our heroes) and of course, he didn’t know any better. He never asked for this! He was just a kid. He wanted to have fun and hang out with friends and not be put through a life changing experience from higher ups! Sure he made a huge a** mistake that caused a chain of events to happen, but he learned from those mistakes. We’ll get back to that, Alya meant well, she was only trying to help Ladybug unmask Hawk Moth cuz after 3 seasons already, they need to start tracking him down. First clue, he’s in Paris. Nathalie sensed an amok in that lava rock cuz Feast was in it and ate the staff where Master Fu put the amok and it caused her “dizzy spells”. Hmmmm, same as Emilie before her.......... “nap” (Gabe, get a second glass coffin). Something we learned in this ep, Hawk Moth can akumatize sentimonsters! Whoa! And Ladybug can “de-evilize” both an akuma and an amok at the same time! Sure it was wrong of Fu to take back the heroes miraculouses w/out their permission (especially after that sweet piano duet Adrien and Plagg had that was straight outta “Looney Tunes”/“Tom and Jerry” cartoon), but he did so out of safety concerns cuz Feast would’ve eaten them. Speaking of which Ladybug took up the role of Jonah again and this time w/ a sentimonster! And w/ Cat Noir! Lol! He was so done w/ that sh*t! Feast also ate Cats “stick” (Badum-tish!🥁). Mwah! Good-night everybody! Hey! Like Tikki told Marinette, “(Marinette) are Ladybug, w/ or w/out the mask!” (“Antibug”). Wayzz points out how determined and devoted the heroes are to help Master Fu and stop Feast despite their lack of powers cuz that’s what makes a true hero. That’s what made Fu realize he should stop giving himself a (literal) guilt trip and let them fight back! Sadly, no Jade Turtle transformation once again. Ugh! Why bother showing us the art of him when you don’t even show it! All we got was “Bikerbug and Banana Noir”! (still don’t know where he got that suit). After 172 years, the temple is brought back along w/ the monks and the rest of the miraculouses in Tibet thanks to Ladybugs “Miraculous Ladybug” fix-up (so it was 1844 when all this sh*t happened?). The Chinese miraculouses were the only ones left, but now that we know there are others (like the fandom OC-ed), we’ll be seeing ‘em! Like that Brazilian miraculous holder in Season 4 I heard! Hmmm, I know that there’s a Chinese zodiac and there’s also a Native American and Celtic one and last, but not least, the Western zodiac (with our own five elements) that includes a lion like how Hercules/Heracles was symbolized from what Alya said. Hmmmm, wasn’t there a concept art of a lion miraculous we saw? Marinettes training as Ladybug is fully complete and now, as was promised in “Backwarder”, Master Fu makes her the new guardian of the miraculouses!🎉Congrats! Marinette!🎉 Gabe/Hawk Moth will eventually realize Fu was Adriens Chinese substitute teacher (“Syren”) like how he almost figured out Adrien was Cat Noir (“Gorizilla”) from his discovery (“Simon Says”) now that he knows what the guardian looks like as well as his name (“Backwarder”). Watch yourself, Fu! Don! Don! Don!

#miraculous ladybug #feast #miraculous ladybug feast

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