#all of this on top of the fact he was already heavily bleeding out and even without the scream adam would be likely to think he just died

[sawvhs]

whenever i see someone talking about adam waiting for lawrence to come back the entire time he was stuck in that bathroom i think about how Lawrence was absolutely not far enough away for adam to have not heard him scream when he cauterized his leg, directly after watching the dude he realized was the jigsaw killer lock the door and stalk off down the hallway where a lawrence minus one foot was crawling away (knowing that lawrence Technically failed his game too)

[ladadiida]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

heavily injured from a battle in the xianzhou luofu, you thought it would be the first and last time you see your stellarmate���but then you wake up in his arms, with him treating your wounds despite showing signs of disinterest in your bond when you first met.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 soulmate au, angst, unrequited love, mentions of blood and injury descriptions, possessiveness, blade's pov, him just taking care of you with a sprinkle of angst

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 stellarmate = soulmate (inspired from stellar jade so original i know) this is actually from the blade fic that i plan on writing but this can be read as a standalone! also, if you get the ts reference in this we are automatically besties. may blade wanters be blade havers

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soaking the dirty piece of cloth in the cold water, blade let the icy liquid gather in the fabric before lifting it out and wringing it dry until it became nothing but an improvised damp towel.

it wasn't even guaranteed that it was clean enough to be put on your forehead, since the cloth was only ripped off from your dirtied skirt. however, he had no choice but to use it in the end. your body went into a shock after losing too much blood in a battle between you and some mara-struck soldiers, resulting into a high fever.

with the moon positioned at its highest point in the night sky, blade guessed that it was already midnight, meaning that he hadn't caught a wink of sleep ever since he fled the xianzhou with your unconscious body in his arms and warped to a planet he first thought of. this was nothing new. he could stay up all night and his body wouldn't feel anything at all.

blade approached your resting figure in the small cave you were both currently residing in. observing your face for a moment, which was formed in a deep frown, he brushed away the stray hairs out of your face as carefully as he could, then placed the damp cloth on your forehead.

your fever wasn't going down throughout the evening, with your body covered in sweat and hastily wrapped bandages. your shoulders were bare since your most grave injury was a stab wound near your heart, caused by a sharp blade of a mara-struck soldier, and so he was forced to rip open the top part of your shirt to stop the bleeding.

beside your now wrapped wound was none other than your mark. your stellar mark. blade can only stare at it. even when he was placing a bandage over your wound, he didn't dare touch the area where the mark rested on your skin. until now, he was still in disbelief over the fact that the aeons gave him a counterpart, his other half. after all the torment and pain, he, of all people, was blessed with a stellarmate.

he went over to the bonfire in the middle of the cave, where he was boiling medicinal herbs with water using a bowl he made out of stone. years worth of travelling between planets made him gain knowledge of which food to eat or which plant is safe to intake. emerald-iii wasn't a foreign land to blade; he had visited the planet before twice, accompanied by kafka.

speaking of his companion, blade thought back to the xianzhou while waiting for you to wake up and for the medicine to finish cooking. she must be looking for him right now, maybe even asked silver wolf to track him down. your astral express friends might be searching for you too.

he closed his eyes. the image of you lying in your own pool of blood appeared in his mind. blood was also dripping down the side of your mouth, and your eyes were already starting to close when he found you. the pain and rage and fear he felt all over his body was nothing compared to his never-ending death. and he felt his mark burning too, wanting to seek revenge to the people who hurt what was his, wanting to kill them clean with his broken—

"b—lade?" your broken voice came out in a pained wheeze. you coughed shortly after, throat dry and parched. blade turned around and looked at you. your eyes were barely open, but he can see your confusion and distress. "you're...h-here?"

"fool. don't try to talk. you are currently in a weak state." he scolded, glowering at you with his crimson eyes narrowed in slits.

you shook your head repeatedly, slowly lifting your shivering arms and wrapping them around yourself. "i-it hurts, blade..." you complained as tears lined up your eyes, fingers brushing against your wounded shoulder, "...and it's c-cold."

blade gave you a blank stare. he didn't know what to say to you. it was the first time you talked to each other properly, and the first time you were alone together. but it seemed like you were in a state of delirium, seeing that you weren't scared of expressing yourself.

you whined while sniffing, "so cold...why is it so cold?"

he sighed in defeat and shrugged off his tailcoat, leaving him in only bandages wrapped around his torso. he scooted over to you and covered your body with his coat. "we are in emerald-iii, therefore, the weather is constantly changing. endure it while i finish the medicine."

"medicine?" you asked curiously, pulling his coat up to your face.

blade clicked his tongue in annoyance. "one more question and i will abandon you here."

you were silent for the next minutes as you patiently waited beside him. he removed the stone bowl from the fire, and saw that the water has turned a greyish green due to the medicinal herbs. to further melt down the remaining floating leaves, he gave the liquid a quick stir by moving it in a back and forth motion.

bringing it up to your lips, he commanded, "drink."

moving your head forward, you sipped from the bowl, but you immediately coughed it out. after recovering from the series of coughs, you let out, "it's bitter—!"

"you dare complain when i boiled these herbs for hours just so they become pure enough to consume." blade snapped impatiently, "do you wish to be well or not?"

you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. "okay. i'll drink it."

it took you a few more tries before you get to take all the medicine down your throat, your face scrunched in disgust by the time you finished drinking it.

without warning, blade scooped you up and placed your head against his shoulder. he started taking off your bloodied bandages, and once it was all removed, he examined the wound. he already cleaned and stitched it up hours ago, but it was still bleeding. it can't be helped. the supplies were sparse and the cut was too deep, and with your fever adding up, he was not sure if you'll survive the night.

sweat began lining up his forehead. gritting his teeth, he took a fresh batch of bandages and started to wrap them on you again.

why? why was he doing this? why was he trying to keep you alive? each time the bandage circled around your arm, blade's movements became more frustrated and quick and rough. he didn't even notice you gazing at him with a dazed expression until you chuckled softly.

blade scowled. "speak if you wish to say something."

"are you real?" you murmured weakly, your hushed voice cracking in between words, lacking the usual gentle tone yet it was still tinted with naivety and awe that it made him freeze. all the frustration and anger was washed away and was instead replaced with confusion to your question.

your eyelids kept drooping down, not allowing him to see the beautiful shade of your warm eyes that reminded him of the brightest stars of the xianzhou sky. it was fine; as long as he gets to hold you like this, your head against his shoulder, your bare skin against his with the moonlight shining over you, then everything was fine.

feeling his heart skid to a stop for a thousandth time that night, blade can't help but to slowly reach out, and although his bandaged hand hesitated to land on your skin, afraid it might tint your innocence with his sins, he allowed himself to caress your cheek. it did not surprise him at all when your face fit perfectly in the palm of his wounded hand, your warmth proceeding to seep through his thin and bloodied bandages. a stray tear suddenly fell down your smooth skin, and this time, he didn't hesitate to wipe it off with his thumb.

"what do you mean?" he whispered, leaning in closer to you. you didn't answer for a minute, your breathing growing heavy.

then you laughed. "i don't know," you said, "i feel like i just made you up."

more tears escaped from your eyes as you continued, "you wouldn't...boil some strange herbs for me, or wrap me up in your coat. or treat my wounds, or even talk to me. you wouldn't want to be near me. you wouldn't do that."

"i have no time for your nonsense." blade replied with the intention of sounding harsh, but it came out weak instead. you smiled at him tearily, placing your hand on top of his.

"we are going to be unbound soon." you assured him, and blade swore his stellarmark was stung the second you said those words, "and as soon as i get well, i will immediately seek the aeons and get our marks removed. then you wouldn't have to see me ever again."

he swallowed, speechless for the first time. unbeknownst to him, he was slowly pulling you closer to his chest, his fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to keep you all to himself. his breathing grew uneven as he thought of you walking away from him, forgetting him, not thinking of him, and you belonging to someone else that wasn't him. his heartbeat grew irregular at the thought of not seeing you again.

blade had the sudden urge to cover up his mark and protect it from the world. it was his. it was his and his alone, and no one was going to take it away from him. not even the aeons.

"but do you want to know a secret?" you continued quietly, your smile growing wide, "if the aeons would give me a chance to pick a stellarmate again, i would choose you."

yes. he was going to keep this mark. and he was going to keep you. ever single person who will lay their hand on your skin will meet the sharpness of his sword, and every single one who will stand in between your bond shall face his wrath.

"i would you choose you, again, and again, and again, until you want me back. until you love me back."

the second you wake up from your delirious state, he'll tell you of his new plans, and he imagined you in disbelief, surprised and hesitant and hopeless but you'll nod and you'll take his hand, and you'll run, run, run, and leave it all behind.

"oh, look at the moon," you exclaimed, pointing a finger to the crescent shaped light, and he ignored the way your breaths were growing shallow each time you talk, "look at the moon, blade. it's so pretty. the moon is so pretty."

blade pulled you closer to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head as a sinister grin started to grow on his lips, along with an unfamiliar flame beginning to ignite in his amber crimson eyes. you were his. you were his.

and not even elio can change that.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Stubborn Blood (jason todd)

Summary: you come home to discover Jason covered in blood.

Warnings: blood, angst

WC: 500ish

Read on Ao3!

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You had just stepped into your apartment, the soft click of the door closing behind you breaking the evening silence. You kicked off your shoes, ready to unwind after a long day. But the moment you turned the corner into the living room, your heart stopped.

Jason was sitting on your couch, slumped over, breathing heavily. His leather jacket, the one you had given him, was shredded at the shoulder, and dark, red stains covered his side. Blood. There was so much blood.

“Jason!” you gasped, rushing to his side. He looked up at you, trying to force a lazy grin despite the pain in his eyes.

“Hey… didn’t mean to make a mess,” he rasped out, wincing as he shifted. “I’ll clean it up. I promise.”

You ignored his attempt at humor, hands trembling as you knelt beside him, trying to assess the damage. Your fingers ghosted over the cuts on his arms and the gash on his side.

“Where did all this blood come from?” you whispered, panic rising in your throat. “Are you… are you okay?”

Jason grimaced, sitting up straighter, though it clearly caused him pain. “I’ve had worse, trust me. It looks worse than it is.”

You shot him a glare, eyes narrowing. “That doesn’t make me feel any better, Jason.”

He let out a breathless chuckle, though it was more out of habit than amusement. “I was in a bit of a… situation. But I’m fine. I can handle it.”

“You’re bleeding everywhere, and you’re telling me you’re fine?” You shook your head, already grabbing the first aid kit from under the coffee table. This wasn’t the first time you’d patched him up, but you hated how common it had become.

Jason watched you silently as you worked, wincing only when the antiseptic stung. You were focused, but your hands were still shaking, and he noticed.

“Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your wrist gently. “I’m okay. I’ll be fine.”

You glared at him, the worry clear in your eyes. “You always say that, but what if one day you won’t be? You scare me, Jason.”

His expression softened, the usual bravado gone for a moment. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to scare you.”

You sighed, finishing up the bandages on his side, and sat back, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. “I know you’re trying to protect people. I get it. But you need to be careful. I don’t want to lose you.”

Jason reached out, pulling you into his lap despite the fact that he was still injured. You gasped in protest, but he just wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on top of your head.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m too stubborn for that.”

You let out a small, relieved laugh, leaning into his embrace, your hands resting on his chest. “You better be. Otherwise, I’ll kill you myself.”

Jason chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Deal.”

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

My Top 10 Fics Of 2023

So, because it is the 'wrapped' time of year where everyone looks back on their year through playlists and other types of stats - I thought that I would look back on my year through something completely nonobjective and based on exactly 0 data - my favourite fics I have written this year that are based completely on my personal enjoyment of them.

Last year, I did something similar to this where I counted down the top ten fics based completely on data - how many notes each fic had gotten on tumblr. But most of the posts were shorter fics that I hadn't spent a lot of time working on that I wasn't very proud of. (Like the fact that my current most popular fanfic on my sideblog for fanfiction is the shortest in word count.) So I have decided to go over the fics that are the most popular in my heart - countdown style.

This year I have written 39 different fics and I have written over 395,000 words, and these are my favourite fics that I have written.

Honorable Mentions:

Black Suit - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (2,900 words). One of the most well-rounded fics I have written in such a short word count. And just - look at her.

My Bleeding Heart - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (3,400 words). I have never used Death Eaters as the basis for angst in a fic and I had so much fun with it. Plus the kidfic fluff at the end was really fun too.

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (8,100 words). So @holy-minseok made a post about how there isn't enough fics with reader characters that aren't nice and sweet and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. Because I have so many fics with rude, toxic readers and this is absolutely one of them. This reader is a Grade A Bitch and that's a huge reason why I had so much fun writing it.

Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (5,300 words). This is some of the best quality smut I have written this year, hands down.

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (8,200 words). I love writing fics based on specific episodes of a show, and this definitely helped to fulfil my whump quota for the year.

Sweet Revenge - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (16,200 words). This is a fic that definitely converted me from a hardcore Abby girl into an Ellie girl. I am very proud of it. (And eventually I became an EllAbs girl, as god intended.)

Free Use Day - Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader (14,300 words). This is probably my most epic and honorable of the honorable mentions. This is the first time in years that I have written such a long pwp, and it's written about some of my ult favs. So I fucking love it. (It came so, so close to making the top ten.)

(Now, onto the top ten.)

The Top Ten:

10. Dreaming Of You - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Reader (31,300 words)

You and Gar have been best friends for a long time. Nothing could disrupt the harmony of such a perfect friendship. Nothing except maybe… your usually predictable powers going haywire and somehow showing you all of his heated daydreams about you. But he couldn’t possibly have romantic feelings for you. He couldn’t possibly want anything more than your close platonic friendship and the occasional steamy fantasy. Right? Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Set during Season 2.

At first I wasn't even sure if I should put this one on the list, because it's technically a re-post, but I was like fuck it, I make the rules here. And the reason it's at 10 is because technically I wrote most of this in 2021 originally (though it feels like longer ago than that omg), but this year I heavily updated the fic, including writing some new scenes for it that flesh it out very nicely. To me, this is everything a good re-post should be. It cleans up what was already there and amazing about the fic and it enhances it so much.

I loved the concept of this fic from its core, and now I get to be so, so proud of the way I have enhanced it years later. To me, this will always be my core Gar fic (as much as I will always write more for him) - and it is something I am truly, genuinely proud of. If you love Gar and you love smutty fantasies involving him, I highly recommend checking this fic out.

9. No Brainer - Derek Cho x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Works to Lovers. Smut. Based on the film Mayhem from 2017.

This is one of my personal favourite fics of mine that I believe very few people following me have ever read. I absolutely love writing fics based on random one-off horror movies - I have way more in my drafts, and one of my goals for 2024 is to complete and post more of them. But one night I was laying in bed and I randomly watched this film because I knew Steven Yeun was in it. I had seen a lot of clips of him covered in blood and yelling, and I found him really hot in those clips, so I knew that I would enjoy the film. And I absolutely fucking did. Not just based on his hotness, but just - the entire film was so, so enjoyable.

Also, the ID-7 Virus, a fictional sickness that lowers your inhibitions (something that is shown in the film to work like sex pollen) is the perfect basis for a fic. So I literally started writing this on my phone before I had even finished watching the film. And I posted it a few days later. I think it's just pure fun. One of my favourite things to write about is a healthy combination of horror and sex, and this is definitely toeing the line perfectly in my opinion. If you haven't seen the film, I highly recommend it - watch it, and then come back and read this fic.

8. My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (9,600 words)

Ellie confronts your abuser, and after years of torment, you finally feel free. Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort.

This is a fic that is very close to my heart. Not only is named after a tragically underrated Fall Out Boy B-Side, one of my favourite songs ever, but it is a fic about conquering the abuse of a family member - and when I wrote this, it was coming from a place of the utmost sincerity.

I am someone who has experienced abuse from a family member, and it felt so entirely empowering to write this - to write about someone coming to your rescue so honestly. Someone rescuing you out of pure want, not because it's an obligation or a burden. But because they are compelled by their own morals and they feel that your abuse is a cruel injustice against the world. This and the companion fic I wrote for Abby with a similar storyline are two of the most important fics that I have written this year.

7. Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie (and features spoilers for the plot).

I feel like this list would be incomplete if I didn't pick at least one of the FNAF fics that I wrote (and two of them ended up on here). With how much it was delayed, it was actually wild to see the FNAF Movie actually come to life before our very eyes, and it was amazing to actually write some fics about it. This is the first time (in a very long time) that I have written pure angst with no sense of fluff at the ending, and it was actually so much fun - it's fun to give into the darker side of a fic, and to write about the most torturous human emotions with absolutely no relief.

Also, I think dying in someone's arms (especially holding your lover or your would-be lover) is such a compelling trope and I loved writing about it. This was so much fun for me to write, and it was something so interesting to explore aside from the usual smut that I write.

6. From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader (3,000 words)

After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankle farm, everyone is busy worrying about Reid’s missing status, but you take the time to check on JJ and try your best to calm her flustered mind. Jennifer Jareau x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut and Angst. Set during Season 2, Episode 15.

This year, I had another large foray into the Criminal Minds fandom, and I wrote a JJ fic for the first time. And just in general, I am so proud of this fic. I think even for a short fic, it has such a great essence - again, I love setting fics during specific episodes, and I found it so fun to play around with the religious imagery and the religious themes already in this episode, as well as the imagery of rabid dogs.

To me, this is what truly makes fanfiction great - taking details of the canon, chewing them up like bubblegum and then adding something else in to make them your own. I had so much fun writing this fic, 10/10.

5. Love From The Other Side (aka The Golf Club Fic) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (5,600 words)

Abby kills the man that has been haunting your nightmares for years. You find it only fitting to give her a proper reward. Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Set during The Last of Us Part II. (aka - the fic where Abby fucks the reader's pussy with the golf club that she used to kill Joel.)

So, as you will notice with this fic and the next one, 2023 was the year I truly said fuck it. There used to be a time when I was afraid to admit my weirder kinks and fantasies (like, I used to be afraid to even say that I read A/B/O), but then I realized that this is the freak-nasty website. And way too many people are shy. So I must be the one to provide the freak-nasty fics.

This is a fic I had in mind since the very first time I watched TLOU2 gameplay. And originally, it was going to be a simple, purely pornopraphic fic about Abby fucking the reader with the golf club - but as I was writing it, it turned into something that I find oddly beautiful. And (again, just like with the next fic) I find that writing about kinks in long-term relationships, especially the kind of relationships that have come to be co-dependent - it's like writing this toxic, cathartic poetry.

It's writing about two people who need each other but can be so horrible for each other - and it is one of my favourite things to write about because it's so damn interesting. This was a slay, and generally awesome because it was getting out an idea that's been in my head for years.

4. Damn The Man, Save The Empire - Vanessa Shelly x GN!Reader (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film (features spoilers for the movie).

Again, like I said with the previous fic - this was one of my favourite fics to write because it is so delightfully unhinged. I really enjoy exploring toxic relationships through fiction because - for one, writing healthy, functioning relationships is not always interesting. And there is something so beautifully dark and poetic about writing two people who have grown into each other like twisted tree branches and need each other, but are so bad for each other.

And this year I have been exploring gender neutral smut a lot more. I used to always write fem reader smut as my default, but I have been having a lot of fun with the creativity of writing smut without describing the reader's body in detail. I love coming up with metaphors and describing around the body parts. I find it to be a fun creative challenge. Anyway - this was a lot of fun to write, and I highly recommend it if you enjoy reading darker fics.

3. Lessons For A Genius (Lesson One) - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (17,200 words)

What could a certified genius possibly have to learn from someone like you? Turns out - a hell of a lot.  And the real ‘teaching’ started when your graphic explanations of slang toward Spencer for the sheer shock value of it turned into something a lot more… hands on.  Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set during early Season 2.

I feel like it would be a miss to make this list without mentioning a fic that I obsessed over for two weeks straight - a fic that drove me insane in the best way. Of course, there is also the sequel, but I personally prefer the first lesson. This fic has been brewing in my mind for a very long time, because it is painfully obvious to me that Spencer (in the early seasons) is an awkward virgin, and I have always wanted to ruin him.

This fic is a lot of my fantasies brought to life, and I feel like it's a really masterful painting of those fantasies - for once, without overly focusing on the murder mystery aspect of Criminal Minds fanfiction (which I have a tendency to get distracted by). I am really, really proud of this fic, and I know you guys enjoyed it. It is definitely a highlight of my writing this year.

2. Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Reader (10,500 words)

After Jason miraculously comes home from his brush with Deathstroke, you’re both feeling it in very different ways. You have an unexpected physical wound from the battle, and he has many (very expected) emotional wounds. You help each other heal. Even if it’s very stubborn on both your parts. Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. (Slight Smut). Set during Season 2, Episode 5.

This is a fic I have talked about a lot recently, because I have been working on the sequel. (I was hoping to get the sequel finished and posted before the end of December, but it's gonna be a longer fic, so it's looking like it's gonna be one of the first fics of January instead.) Anyway - to me, this is by far one of my best fics and one of my most important fics of 2023. This was battling for the top spot.

But even if it's second place, I am so incredibly proud of this fic. I think it's beautifully written, I am incredibly proud of the literary references I worked in with The Great Gatsby - especially because I feel like Jason would be the type to read Gatsby and compare himself to someone tragic and doomed like Gatsby (he would soo compare himself to Gatsby, especially because he was also a poor kid who was randomly sponsored by a rich man who saw potential in him). Overall, I just had a very distinct vision when writing the fic, and that vision came to life. And I really, really hope that my vision comes to life in the sequel too.

1. King For A Day - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader (22,400 words) 

You have always had a special relationship with Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the one and only Harry Potter. When you set out to help them find and destroy Lord Voldemort’s Horcruxes, it seems that your intimate knowledge of them is the one thing keeping them together - until the unique dynamic shifts, thanks to one of those pesky pieces of dark magic. Angry voices carry, and it turns out - moans of pleasure do too. Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader (Fem!Reader x Harry Potter x Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger). FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with a slight bit of Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows.

And finally, we get to my favourite fic of the year!!

So, I'm gonna be honest, a huge reason that this fic gets the top slot is because of my nostalgia for Harry Potter. This year was the first time in a long time that I have written Harry Potter fanfiction, and it felt like a reawakening of my soul. I was genuinely happy, and I was spending time enjoying concepts and characters that I have not thought about for a long time.

This fic in particular, I feel like I have been working on it for years in my mind. This fic is a culmination of all my thoughts about these characters, all my time in the Harry Potter fandom, and generally, I am so, so proud of it. I am proud that my love for Harry Potter has come to fruition in this form - a poly smut fic, something that is just so me.

Overall - I had such a great year chasing fic ideas that make me happy, despite the popularity of the characters or the fandoms, and I encourage you guys to spend 2024 doing the same. Cheers!

[darin-nidk]

1 / (Takes place before Ch. 1) Interruption.

Bugambilia. | Lucifer &. Eve!Reader

Content: wounded Alastor, somewhat descriptive mentions of injuries, curse words, unhealthy business relationship.

Sorry! The signal is a bit static-y. Try again later, my lovelies.

"I thought our agreement had an explicit clause that we would not, in fact, cross paths, dear", Alastor spoke through gritted teeth, that ever forced smile present on his visage though it didn't fool (Y/N) or anyone with basic observation skills — his deer-ears were resting on top of his head, leaning back in a clearly annoyed and distrustful manner. After all, who would have a kind relationship with the one who owned their soul? No one in their right mind, for sure.

Perhaps, amicable at best but for such a prideful demon with that big title of Radio Demon, quite feared across the seven rings of Hell through rumours alone...

Nonetheless, Alastor had growled in a threatening (warning) manner as he studied (Y/N)'s movements, their closeness evidently unwelcomed. On the other hand, (Y/N) was unfaced as they were already used to his moodswings and little childish tantrums; kneeling before him and studying his bloody and vulnerable self on the ground, the animalistic growl that served as a warning was easily dismissed by them — however, they simply hummed in acknowledgement at his petty behavior.

Soon enough, (Y/N)'s hand was hovering over his bleeding torso, a faint glow coming from their palm and this caused the radio demon's eyes to widen, for a guttural growl to form in the back of his throat to express agony — an ever so sudden action from him as he leaned forward to take a bite of their shoulder, causing (Y/N) to yelp, curse under their breath and bite their lower lip until it bled from the pain that those sharp teeth of Alastor were causing.

(Y/N) kept ongoing with the treatment despite the pain they were currently experimenting, yet they shut their eyes tightly and took a deep breath before exhaling heavily. The reason (Y/N) had a large disposal of souls wasn't just because they kept their part of the deal, but because they were a good contractor and made sure (or try) to keep a majority of the souls they owned physically intact, in-shape and healthy. "I hope you haven't forgotten, you old-fashioned prick, that we are soulbound — I am the source of your powers, that's why you can't find a way out of our contract". The pain caused by his bite was overwhelming, (Y/N) was certain that his teeth had not only teared muscle tissue, but reached deeper to the bone. Their blood staining their clothing, an orange color soaking the fabric, their blood wasn't golden or yellow akin to angels nor red like humans or demons — an hybrid, an outcast. Part of them hoped Lilith bled the same color but she was perfect (they weren't) so she most likely bled a pretty golden.

Once all wounds had been healed (read: reversed to what it once was hence why it was a painful progress to undergo), Alastor quit bitting their shoulder and grabbed the torn cloth that (Y/N) offered to wipe his mouth, disgust clear on his face. His smile wasn't wide but it was eternally present albeit recluctantly. "Your blood is disgusting as ever, let me tell you", a jab at (Y/N)'s insecure self, but they didn't show it. He knew best. "And yes, thank you for the unnecessary reminder of regretful choices—".

"Alastor", a warning tone accompanied by a tearful glare, right hand gripping their bloody shoulder as they composed themselves as best as they could, holding back tears from the raw pain. (Y/N) couldn't heal themselves, so they'd bleed for now. A headache incoming, vision somewhat blurry yet they wouldn't die because of this (they never did). "I don't mind returning your soul as long as you don't mind losing everything that our deal gave you — your powers that were on pair to Adam's, powers that only failed you because you acted cocky. Your reputation, the souls you can hold hostage because I still allow you to—".

Static noise that played in the background had turned louder, unbearably so. The ringing in (Y/N)'s ears was overwhelming, causing the headache to worsen, it was as painful as a migraine now — fuck, shit, the corner of their vision had black edges. That fucker, his bite was worse than they anticipated. (Y/N) knees buckled, falling forward as they lost their balance thanks to the loss of blood and yet they never hit the ground, instead, Alastor acted quick and held them, carefully so despite the hatered he felt at being reminded of his inferior position in this deal with (Y/N) and the repulsive and unwanted physical contact. "You piece of... shit".

Losing consciousness from the bloodloss and the stress this situation was causing them, (Y/N) went limp and their full body weight was being supported by the radio demon's figure. "Mn, not quite, dear", Alastor replied in a mocking tone yet he couldn't have his benefactor and owner of his soul to die without losing a majority of what he worked for — sighing, a glance at his shadow, a wordless command and it disappeared before emerging again with the objects that Alastor had asked for. Once he had the alcohol, bandages, needle and thread at his disposal, Alastor removed his coat and placed (Y/N) atop, rolled his sleeves upwards and got to work, stitching up the most infuriating being for him.

Salutations! The Hazbin Hotel is being rebuilt, apologies for the delay.

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Y si hablas español, 'tonces no seas garca y dame $2 para honrar el billete que no esta en circulación y que ni siquiera es de colección a mi MP .

[pupkashi]

hi jess, congrats on your milestone! can i request the prompt:  “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!” for nanami with a reader who doesn’t really know how to cook. thank u <3

hi friend ! sorry for taking so long to get to this, i hope you enjoy !! <3 srry for any typos not proofread :(

dinner was usually a task nanami did by himself. taking the time to decompress and make a loving meal for the two of you, often times having you hand him seasonings when you watched.

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to cook, in fact you always begged him to let you help out, you didn’t want the burden to weigh heavily on his shoulders. it was a matter of you being a terrible cook.

the first time you’d attempted to make chicken for the two of you, the edges were burnt and you’d somehow managed to leave the center just a tinge pink. when you tried to make breakfast in bed for him, the eggs weren’t completely cooked, causing nanami to spend a couple hours in the restroom.

and so there you stood, counting down the hours until your beloved kento walked through the front doors. you could picture it now, the candles lit, him in his uniform with his loose tie and sleeves rolled up.

‘oh honey did you do all this for me?’

‘course i did baby! i can cook now, you have one less thing to worry about’

‘you’re so perfect my y/n, I’m never going to leave you’

your daydream was cut short by the burning smell coming from the stove, eyes wide as you cursed, opening a window and throwing out the burnt chicken.

it’s fine, you thought, i still have two hours left, i can do this!

you did not have this.

there were bandaids on three of your fingers, the poorly cut veggies sitting in a bowl besides you as you grabbed the tomato. you were completely focused, so focused that you didn’t hear nanami open the door, much less his footsteps over the sound of the sizzling in the pans next to you.

and as you went for the first cut of the tomato, your eyes wandered to the window, seeing his reflection. for some reason your hand didn’t register your brain telling it stop chopping, leading to you cutting yet another finger.

“ken hi!” you smiled, setting the knife down and walking over to the sink, letting the warm water flow over the fresh cut.

“hello my lov- oh my god are you bleeding?” he was quick to rush to your side, eyes wide as he took your hands in his, “how the hell did you do that? it’s so deep!” his honey eyes are looking into yours with worry, “let me get a bandaid” he’s kissing the top of your head softly before b-lining to the restroom, emerging with a bandaid in hand seconds later.

“i was trying to cut the tomatoes” you mumble, a pour on your lips.

it’s after he’s placed the bandaid over your cut with the softest hands, kissing over it gently and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes that the scene of it all finally hits him.

“why are you cooking?” there’s a smile he’s fighting off his lips, but he’s losing very badly, especially when you furrow your brows up at him and cross your arms over your chest.

“I can’t cook for my lover anymore? what is this an interrogation?” your defensive tone only has him melting even more, glancing over the stove and pointing.

“what’s that supposed to be?” your shoulders slump at yet another piece of butchered meat, mumbling a ‘chicken’ before sighing.

“i just wanted to make your day easier” your eyes meeting his as you continue, “you’ve been so exhausted and i wanted to lift at least some of that weight off your shoulders” you’re uncrossing your arms, fiddling with your fingers before he’s taking one of your hands in his, the other coming under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

“you already make my days easier, my love” his voice calming as he smiled down at you, “you don’t know how much you do for me.” there’s sincerity dripping off his words, and the way he’s looking at you has your knees a little weak.

“cmon little chef, let’s order takeout” he smiles, sweeping you off your feet and placing you on the couch, handing you his phone, “choose whatever you want, I’ll be back after i shower” he says, kissing your forehead before walking into your shared bedroom.

maybe you couldn’t bare the burden of cooking, but you could always manage to make him smile and his days a little brighter with your soft smiles and gentle touches.

[montimer]

Joker x hero!reader

(Could be antihero/else) gn!reader

Warning: smut [dry humping]

Having to deal with him in the middle of the night, sure does make your head hurt. Especially with him keep on flirting with you.

"Having fun aren't we? I can see it in your eyes, you want me"

You strike again and again but his response is "Harder baby, its like your not even trying"

"Ugh, shut up!" You grab your head, backing away. He makes you feel so insane. But you can't give him what he wants right?

He jumps at you and your back hits the wall. You moan in pain. As you open your eyes you see him smiling in front of you. Having his body pushing yours into the wall further, keeping you there.

"C'mon, admit it. You like this. Don't think you can hide away your feelings from me"

He starts to draw circles on your chest, looking you straight in the eye. It makes you breathless.

You manage to kick him off you. He stumbles back a bit.

"Ohohoh, you like playing rough? You don't have to play hard to get deary"

As you begin to run towards him, he opens his arms welcoming you into a hug. You hit him in the face but he grabs your waist and pulls you with him. Both of you falling to the ground.

Although his nose is bleeding he looks as happy as ever.

"Aghh, thats right, i knew you could do better. Thats what i like"

You stare at him wordless.

"I've been wanting you on top of me for so long. Or, under, im not that picky!" He begins to laugh

You roll your eyes at him. Slowly you try to get up but he pulls you down by your waist. Your body hits his and you feel a strange sensitation. An almost whimper like sound escapes from you.

Being so close to his body makes your head spin. The fact that he now caresses your face with eyes full of lust doesn't seem to help either.

Finally giving in, you lower your head. The kiss fails since you are wearing a mask. His blode stains your mask. He giggles and wiggles his legs, happy that you finally made a move on him.

"Mmm c'mon, keep going. Don't leave me hanging"

You pull your mask up to your nose and don't even have time to kiss him cuz he has already pulled you down, catching your lips. Wrapping his hands around your neck and his legs around ur waist.

Both of you moan into the kiss. Your mind fuzzy. Not knowing where to put your hands, you just lay them on his chest. You can feel him smiling.

Once he lets you go you begin to breath heavily, trying to catch your breath. He bites his lips looking at you, slowly moving his hands up and down your body. From your waist up to your breast. Caressing whatever his hands lend on.

You grab into his clothes and he nods, letting you do whatever. He would have expected you to undress him but instead you begin to hump into his crotch.

He moaned looking down. Cursing under his breath.

Wanting to please him more, you slowly took your upper clothes off, tossing them to the side. You actually enjoyed the effect you were having on him. He blushed and his hands went to ur chest immediately.

You could feel his boner even trough clothes. Still grinding on him, you slowly go down on him, kissing his neck, nibbling and biting it. He chokes out a moan.

He wraps his arms around you and begins to move too. He never would have guessed dry humping would be so fun. He gave you a few kisses on yer head.

You felt so close. Just being so close to him,hugging him while humping into him,feeling him, his hands and now his sloppy kisses. It was all too much to handle.

You moaned his name breathlessly as you came. Few humps more and you collapsed into him. He petted ur back.

"Ahh, that was quite the show. But the fun isn't over. Let's say i'll get you somewhere private and fuck you till yer satisfied. Unless you really want to go home in a state like this" he said in a mocking but seductive tone

All you could mumble was a "mmno"

"Yeah, thought so. Worry not darling, i'll take so good care of you. You'll have the best night of your life, promise"

[celestial-dreamscapes]

Hihi!

I was wondering if you could do a period comfort for Beel, Belphie and/or Levi? I just love these so much!

Thanks so much!

Another request said: Hello, could we please have period comfort with the twins and Levi as well?

A/N: Hii I’m soso glad you liked the other posts thank youu 🙏🏼 and thank you for the requests!!! :D

Taking care of you on your period part 3

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: blood mention, fainting, mention of dying

Part 1

Part 2

Levi:

-He very rarely attends class in person and not online, and on one of those rare times you weren’t feeling well so he’s just very confused before you tell him because you keep standing and leaning on the desk which doesn’t look comfortable at all to him

-And it hardly helps you with the pain but it’s all you can really do while you’re in class besides pacing around which you decide to do as well near your desks at the back of the class

-The teacher decides to embarrass you in front of everyone and asks you why you’re not sitting like everyone else instead of coming up to you which makes you feel even worse, and you don’t even have it in you to throw any retorts at them

-Eventually the pain gets really really bad and even after waiting for some time after taking a painkiller it didn’t kick in, so you tell him you’re just going to head back home and so obviously he comes with you because he’s very concerned and even after you tell him the bleeding is normal, he’s heavily questioning if the amount of pain you’re having is really a normal thing for humans

-His room is unsurprisingly a really good distraction considering he has most of the stuff you’d need to be able to stay in there for hours on end (except for proper food, he only has snacks) so once the pain becomes lighter it’s a good place to unwind and get your focus off of the smaller pains

-It also provides light (from the aquarium part) without being overwhelming enough to give you a headache or migraine and it’s the perfect amount of light to still be able to fall asleep with

-He has tons of blankets and I headcanon he has a couple weighted blankets as well and he’d bring them over for you (you could fold a couple to put behind your back and on your thighs to help ease the pain a bit)

-If you’re on the taller side, his bathtub probably won’t be the comfiest considering you’re already in pain and you’d have to put yourself in an uncomfortable position that would put you in more pain and also share the tiny space with Levi on top of all that, so if you’re not willing to deal with the hassle it’s best you just both go to your room and have him carry all the blankets there for you 

-He starts off embarrassed about buying you period products, but he gets over it pretty quickly after thinking about how much pain you’re in and how much effort he’s saving you, along with the fact that anyone who mocks him for it probably isn’t able to get into a relationship of their own

-Overall, he’s really good with everything but there’s a chance he’ll get the wrong product even though he checks your messages a bunch of times to make sure 😭😭 for example, he might get the right size pad but without wings, but he does learn quickly luckily for you

Beel:

-He’s naturally very warm which most of the time is really cozy and nice but during the times when it’s warmer out or when your body is really hot on its own due to the pain it can get a bit overwhelming

-At the same time though you don’t want to distance yourself physically because then everything just feels even more off, so cuddling with the AC on and a fan blasting while you have a couple light blankets covering you are the best, especially feeling yourself drift off when the sleeping conditions are so perfect and he’s rubbing your back

-Has a tendency to be a bit suffocating with his arms when you two are cuddling so you have to squirm around a bit to figure out a comfy position

-Constantly picks you up with no problem (which all of the brothers can do technically he’s just the one who does it the most often) so that you don’t have to move if you want to go to your room or somewhere else. He has no shame in it too he’ll just carry on like it’s the most normal thing in the world and he’ll act like anyone who judges is the weird one instead of the other way around lmao

-Definitely the type to tell you to focus on resting instead of stressing over your schoolwork, since even if you stress it’s not like you’re able to do it anyway when you’re not feeling well (even if it does sound kind of harsh) so he offers to help you write an email to your teachers to ask for an extension on the deadlines because you aren’t feeling well

-Some teachers are more understanding than others, and the latter ones just get mad at you for not having started sooner, and so you’re still worried you’ll get marks deducted if you hand anything in late

-So in the end he does your work for you 🥺 he doesn’t want you to start slacking in your classes because of him but he doesn’t want you to be in so much pain and also be stressing out about something that seems so insignificant to him at the same time, so he decides to just do it for you even if it takes him a while to understand the material from classes he’s not in

-He gets you basically everything while you rest and doesn’t make any comments about you not being productive or anything that might make you feel bad for relaxing

-He’s still constantly hungry (as usual) but he does his best to push it aside so he can take care of you, especially if you’re cuddling and you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t wanna risk waking you up 

-Though he will probably text one of his brothers asking them to grab him something from the kitchen (how likely are they to actually do it though 😭)

-Sometimes when you’re taking a bath to relieve the pain you want pressure on your lower stomach at the same time but it's a lot of effort to keep your hands on your stomach at the same time as you’re trying to fully relax your body, so he does it for you while taking a bath together. If you’re at the stage where you can literally bathe together why would he be shy about touching your stomach if it’s not a problem for you?

Belphie:

-He definitely knows about periods from Lilith, I imagine she’d learn about it after visiting the human world and them both being horrified at the thought, because why is it necessary to make them bleed so often? Why not once a year instead?

-Despite this though I don’t think he’d know too many of the details, and since he’s never had actual firsthand experience helping someone with it, it would take him a while to adjust to the fact that there are so many other problems that come along with getting your period, not just blood 😔

-I’m not sure if this is canon but if it’s not, I have a headcanon that he can put others to sleep so that would definitely come in handy pretty often. You’d be in too much pain to fall asleep on your own and you can’t stay still enough to keep trying so you’re just ranting about it to him and he offers, so obviously you accept and then you wake up a few hours later feeling much better

-One problem that you encounter quite often is him falling asleep on you, which is fine on its own, but after some time it stops being comfortable for you. But he’s pretty hard to move when he’s asleep so you have to fight for your life to free yourself 

-And then all your hard work trying to move without disturbing him (which hardly ever happens anyway) is thrown away because he wakes up as soon as you get out of his grip smh

-A good thing about Belphie specifically when you’re in pain is that he’s down to lie down and sleep literally anywhere so if you think that lying down on the floor in the middle of his room with a heating pad on your stomach will help your back pain and cramps he’s down, doesn’t even take any convincing from you he’ll just do it

-Even though he still feels a bit awkward helping you and isn’t always sure what you need him to do, he starts to put in a lot more effort in accompanying you everywhere after a while

-More specifically, after you told him about how you were once home alone and the pain was so bad you thought you were genuinely about to die, and no one was answering your messages either. And about the time you forced yourself to go out even though you weren’t feeling well and nearly passed out

-Both stories really concern him so he starts going with you literally everywhere when you’re on your period because he’s slightly paranoid that you’ll end up being left alone somewhere and you actually will die from it, and he’ll have no idea until after it’s too late 

[thecrowinyourhouse]

A lousy start of a day

Spot x reader chapter 4 Read on ao3

Spot looked around at his environment. He wasn't in your apartment anymore, and he didn't recognize where he was. He began walking around, trying to look for a sign that would tell him where he was.

There was rubble all over the place. Tiles on the floor were broken, windows shattered, and catwalks hanging disconnected from their supports. There were vehicles around too, but they looked like they haven't been touched in years.

Spot figured he was in a warehouse of some sort. He was about to go investigate one of the cars in the corner but he was interrupted by a noise. A scream. He's watched plenty of scary movies to recognize the source of the scream.

He started to run, not actually knowing where to. He turned a corner, not remembering there was one when he was looking around, and ran down a corridor. He made it into a giant space with machines hanging from the ceiling and scattered across the floor.

In the middle of the room he saw you tied to a chair. Your nose was broken, there were bruises around your neck, and the side of your head was bleeding. He yelled out your name and tried to run to you, but he couldn't move. He was stuck in place, seeing your eyes widen when you process he's there.

He could see your mouth open, could sense you were saying something, but he couldn't hear. From beyond the shadows he saw a figure moving, stepping closer and closer to you from behind. When it finally reached the light, Spot felt anger boil in his gut when he saw your universe's Spider-Man.

"Glad you could finally join us Spot." He said, placing his hands on the back of your chair. Spot clenched his fists. If he could move he would have punch Spider-Man till blood stained his suit.

"Let them go." Spot responded with, trying to keep his voice as still as possible. Despite his rigid posture, he was extremely worried about you. It was clear you were already hurt, and he didn't want any more harm to come to you.

"Hmmmm." Spider-Man placed a finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking.

"I don't think I will. I quite like them right where they are. In fact," he reached into a bag that seemed to have just appeared. "I think I'll keep them like this."

When he pulled back from the bag, he was holding a small device. There was a button on the top, and a screen showing 2:00 on it. It surprised Spot that it took him a few seconds to recognize it as a bomb.

Spot tried to move again, but still couldn't. He tried to yell, but found that was useless too. He watched as Spider-Man pressed the button, and the clock started counting down from 2 minutes. It made a loud BEEP BEEP BEEP sound, and Spot wished he could have covered his ears (if he could even still do something similar to that).

You opened your mouth again, and Spot could actually hear your scream. He saw tears dripping down your cheeks, and so desperately wanted to get you out of here. You kept screaming, and Spot's heart kept shattering at the sound.

"Well this was fun and all but," Spider-Man interrupted Spot's thoughts, lifting his arm towards a broken window high up in the warehouse. "I'd better get going." With that he shot a string of web towards the window, catching onto the edge of the border. He leapt out of the window, leaving Spot and you alone.

He saw the timer had hit 50 seconds left. He didn't try moving, knowing that it wouldn't work. All he could do is watch as you scream and cry, thrashing in your chair trying to escape. The beeping of the timer kept getting louder. All he could hear was beep, beep

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Spot jolted upright, blanket falling off him and to the ground. He was breathing heavily as frantically looked around. Smoke was filled your apartment, and he could hear cursing coming from the small kitchen. He got up from the couch and slowly walks towards the kitchen.

He turned the corner and saw you, throwing a cup of water into the oven, which was smoking.

"Ah shit, stupid broken oven I swear to god-"

You were cut off when you noticed Spot standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen. He could still hear that obnoxious beeping. He looked up at the ceiling,where the noise was coming from, and saw that your fire alarm was blinking.

'So that explains the beeping' he thought. He looked back down at you, getting a chair to stand on. You twisted the fire alarm and it stopped beeping. You got off the chair and set the piece of the alarm on the counter. You let out a deep sigh and turned towards Spot.

"Hey, sorry if I woke you! I tried making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but forgot the oven sucks." You turned back towards the oven in question and patted the stove. Spot didn't say anything, but immediately rushed forward and hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground.

"Woah, hey! Didn't take you for a hugger." you wrapped your arms around Spot and reciprocated his firm hug. You two stayed like that for a while, just enjoyed each other's closeness. Spot never knew a hug could feel this nice.

He eventually let you go, immediately feeling empty when he does. You both looked at each other for a moment. You eventually spoke up though.

"Well, since my breakfast plans have been ruined, wanna watch some crappy movies and eat cereal?"

Spot wasn't sure he could eat, but he still nodded his head. He didn't trust his voice to sound like he didn't just have a nightmare. You smiled brightly and went to crab a bowl from a cabinet and cereal from the panty.

"You go find a movie, I'll meet you there."

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After about 4 shitty movies, you and Spot got bored. You two played some board and card games, eventually making up your own rules after getting bored (again) of the normal ones. Despite the terrible nightmare and your breakfast burning, you both had a fun morning.

As you were shuffling the card deck you talked about how a new arcade place opened up and how it would be fun for the both of you to go. Spot would love to go out with you, but he couldn't exactly just go out in public looking how he did. Plus, you deserved to go out with someone who actually had human features.

He caught himself on his inner wordings of things. "Going out?" You two were just friends and the words "going out" definitely seemed like a dating thing. Or it could be completely platonic and Spot was just overthinking things. Even if it was in a platonic way, Spot secretly wished it wasn't.

Sure, he hadn't known you long, but you were easily the nicest person he's met in his life. You didn't attack him when he broke into your apartment, you gave him money, AND you let him stay with you! Spot is always filled with a great appreciation and gratitude for you.

"Earth to Spot?" You wave a hand in front of Spot's face. He realized he had zoned out while you tried explaining the rules of the game you just made up.

"Oh, sorry."

"Did you hear a single word I said?"

Spot tried to think of a lie to say, but he couldn't think of anything. He shook his head, guilt settling into his stomach. You didn't seem bothered though, just going back to explaining the rules.

He listened this time as you explained the rules, watching your hands move while you spread out cards. He oddly liked watching your hands. The way they moved fascinated him. He wondered what else they could do.

He immediately stopped thinking about that. He didn't want to think about you like that. You were his friend who is using a lot of your time and money to help him. He was great full as it is.

You guys spent the rest of the afternoon playing games, going from board games to card games to video games. You both had fun and got to learn more about each other. You learned Spot used to be a scientist and got turned into whatever he is via an explosion (he didn't go into much detail) and he learned your first major job was at a bar and that you got thrown up on your first night.

"You know, we should definitely go to that arcade tomorrow." You muttered, your focus on Mario Kart. Spot thought about it for a moment. He really wanted to hang out with you in public, but he kind of lost his disguise before he officially began staying with you.

"Tomorrow I can but you some clothes if you want." You offer, trying to give him a smile to comfort him. You could tell something was off, he has been quiet all day. You missed his awkward blabbering.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" He tapped on his thighs, trying to get his nerves out. You noticed the movements and you smiled.

"Good. It's a date."

A/N: this probably sucked, bc I'm still in writers block, but I felt bad I haven't updated in awhile. Next chapter (whenever it comes out) will be an arcade date! Yaaay

[micahweil]

"Here's your lemon tart." The barista set it in front of the man clad in a heavily spiked jean jacket and cyberarm. "I still think you should get your ripperdoc to get that thing painted. It'd look just as nice as the sleeve you have on your meat arm."

"Th-thanks...I'll keep it in mind." The punk picked up the delicate fork that was included and sliced himself off a piece from the very tip. It was, as he always knew it to be, perfect.

"And for our latex lover..." She set the delicate coffee cup in front of the woman across from the punk, dressed in what appeared to be a very skin tight bodysuit and long coat. "Mocha latte with a hint of the real 'nilla, cinnamon on top."

"Thank you, dear." She picked the cup up and took a sip as the cheerful one bounced away to get behind the counter and help out some more.

"Chise," the punk asked. "How did we ever end up like this?"

"In a situation where we're sitting here, enjoying coffee and pastries, in spite of the fact that any other time would result in us trading slugs?" She took a second sip and leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "I have no idea Crash."

"Sorta. I mean the fact that you and I seem to come here every week, sit down, and have a civil, even enjoyable time despite the fact your boss wants my head on a spike outside his office tower." He motioned to where the barista was now, serving two obvious mercenaries who were still singed and bleeding a little bit from their latest job. "Those two come in looking like hell, knowing damn well some of the security team will be in here in a little bit, and nothing happens. Three separate gangs who hate each other come in here and...nothing happens." He took another bite of his tart.

"Even the most bloodthirsty and hateful of rivals, who have shown they are willing to destroy entire city blocks to try to kill each other know enough to sit on other sides of the cafe and wait patiently if the other is conducting business." She sighed and rolled her shoulders. "I've got a theory."

The barista trotted up to them with a smile. "How is everything?" they asked.

"Fantastic, dear," Chise proclaimed. "Perfect brew, as usual."

"Could I get some soymoo?" Crash asked.

"Of course, sweetie! I'll be right back." They turned and headed back into the kitchen.

"And there that theory goes," Chise said, once they were out of earshot. "Surrounded by all this crime and decay, and they're the happiest, perkiest person in the world. How do they not know what this place is to so many of us?"

"Maybe we've got this all wrong." He took the presented glass of soy milk and smiled. "Maybe they've got the right idea. I can't help but feel like...this is a completely different world in here."

"I can drink to that." She sipped her latte and sighed. "My boss tells me who to kill, how to kill them, and then you show up to either defend them, or to get revenge." The cup clinked on the metal table they were at. "But here...all that barista cares about is making sure their customers are happy and full. How do the corpos keep their fingers out of it?"

He looked down at his half finished pastry. "Maybe we're working for the wrong people. I mean, there's more of us than there is people truly loyal to them, and we all know it."

This caused the conversations around them to stop, which in turn caused conversations around them to stop. In a few moments, the entire cafe was quiet. Looks bounced between rivals, professionals, and gang members, before they settled on the pair.

Chise looked at Crash, then at her coffee. "...you have a point there, friend. Maybe we need to...re-evaluate our professional relationship." She slipped an empty cred chip into her PDA and tapped on the screen. "Leaving her a big tip."

"You too, eh?" Crash had already started dialing in a cred stick to leave at the table. "Call me in a few days? See if we can find somewhere neutral to go and...talk."

"I'll bring friends."

"We will too," one of the neighboring tables responded.

A regular and oblivious person works at a coffee shop not knowing its a place of ceasefire for assassins and mercenaries.

[pluton514]

Chapter 10: A mother’s love

Hermes is wearing a golden and white plated torso with red feathered outline and white plated armored shorts with gold stripes embedded on the edges. He wore a golden helmet in the shape of a griffin. He's also relatively short, he has light skin,Hazel colored eyes, and a burn mark that reaches from his thigh to his calf. Mother grunts in pain due to the injury on her left shoulder and was bleeding heavily. She says, "Hermes where'd you take us?" Hermes replies, "We're in the outskirts of the village. He won't find us here unless we make a sound that's loud enough for him to hear." She replies, "Well, that's good to know. What about the others?" Hermes looks down and stays quiet. He clenches both of his fists, and in a soft and sad tone he says, "They didn't make it...They were collateral damage from the lightning bolts. Those things wiped out everything and everyone in an instant.I was barely able to escape it. After I did, that's when I heard you taunting Zeus. Your voice literally echoed throughout the entire village. I knew it was my queue to go and save you. Well, the three of you."

The Priest chuckles, and in a sarcastic tone says, " Ah yes, let me go ahead and commit taboo to anger the strongest God to ever exist. Surely that would end well." Mother lets go of my hand and proceeds to bitch smack the priest. She says, "Listen here you old fucking buffoon. It's do or die now, so if you're gonna start complaining then by all means go surrender yourself to the one you worship. Trust me, you'd be making it a lot easier for us." The Priest stays quiet and starts to clench his left fist. They look at each other for a few seconds. There's clearly some tension between those two. Honestly, I can kinda see why ,since he worships the god that she's trying to take down.

The Priest says, "Fuck you, you filthy woman. You tricked me into teaching you the history, and now I too must pay for your actions...no, they also had to pay the consequences of your actions...the innocent men, women, and children...You killed them all, not him. I warned you, didn't I? That there would be punishment? Yet, you still went in without thinking for a second as to what could happen. What if he got your son? You ever thought of that?" My Mother took a step back and replied, "No, that's where your wrong. If anything, I thought of every single possibility as to what the punishment could be, but this was one that I didn't see coming. Demons from the underworld were somehow released, and he's using them as an excuse to slaughter us. He doesn't care who's collateral damage, and he won't stop hunting us down until he knows that we're completely gone." Lightning starts to strike continuously in the middle of the village. We hear a loud roar come from Zeus. Hermes walks up to my mother and says, "He's gonna destroy all of the forest and mountains to find us. We have to get going before it's too late." Mother nods her head, and walks up to me. She picks me up and says, "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here without being noticed?" Hermes points at the top of the shortest mountain which was on the other side of the village and says, "That's our only shot. We have to move quickly and quietly to reach it." Mother replies, "Well, you are the fastest god so I don't see how that's a problem." Hermes takes off his helmet and reveals his sepia colored hair. He says, "If Zeus throws a lightning bolt then it'll be over for us, and the only reason I was able to save you all three of you was because I had already started running before he even grabbed the third bolt. I'm just barely faster than his lightning anyways. If I start running then he'll notice my golden trail. Another reason why he didn't notice me when I saved all of you was because my trail was covered by the flames and the fact he was already putting his attention on his aim. He knows it's me tho. I'm the only one who can escape his attacks"

  

   Mother's jaw drops and starts to tease Hermes. She says, "Damn for the fastest god you're pretty fucking slow. How can you not outrun lightning? Haven't you been training at all?" Hermes gets embarrassed and throws his helmet into the dark. He sarcastically says, "At least I can outrun an old lady with a stick." Mother gets flustered, and replies, "Hey! That was just one time, and I was injured by the way!" She sticks out the

middle finger, and Hermes laughs, but quickly shuts his mouth. The Priest taps them both on the shoulder and says, "I just want to say that I hate you both, and I hope that after we get out of this you treat me to some good ass food." Mother chuckles and nods in agreement. She says, "There's the optimism! Alright lets get going."

   We start heading into the vast darkness that engulfs the entire forest. The only source of light we have is the fire in the distance from the village itself, but that light can only reach so far so we're literally going in blind. We can hear different kinds of noises from insects and animals like crickets or hissing from snakes. The sound of wind blowing into the trees as Zeus' screams of frustration create winds that can even lift trees from its sheer force and velocity. Luckily for us, we're on a side of the forest where the winds are fast, but not strong enough to lift us. It seems that Zeus is just hoping for the best, but since he doesn't know where we are then he's just complainin like an ignorant child. The Priest trembles in fear, and in a scared, low, and trembling tone he says, "I don't want to die...I can't die here..." Mother and Hermes don't reply. They keep on moving as if there isn't an angry god going on a tantrum.

   Zeus' starts to grab lightning bolts and throws them onto the already burned down village. He yells, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! HERMES!!!! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!!! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU'VE LEFT YOUR HOME?!?! I LOST COUNT!! A DISOBEDIENT CHILD LIKE YOU DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED!!! YOU KNOW, YOUR UNCLE HADES WOULD BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!" Thunder roars and echoes throughout the skies. Hermes clenches his and softly says, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. My uncle was a great god, and he will pay for what he did." Mother rushes to Hermes, but before she could get to him we start to fall, but before we hit the ground Hermes had already caught both of  us and says, "Oh shit, Serenity you're bleeding a lot. You imbecile! What did you do?!" Mother replies, "Long story short, I fought a demon and almost got my ass handed to me. It seems that the extreme blood loss is getting to me." Hermes puts me down right next him and says, "If that's the case then we have to make it there quick."

   Hermes picks up mother, and gives her a piggy back ride. Hermes asks, "Hey Pluto, you think you can walk the rest of the way?" I reply, "Yes sir! You can count on me!" I give him and thumbs up. He smiles and reaches his hand out to me. He says, "Here, you can hold on to it if you want." I hold his hand and we continue to make our way. Mother groans very quietly, and softly says, "Thank you Hermes..." Hermes smirks and replies, "My pleasure, but save your breath, ok?" Mother nods, and closes her eyes.

We walk for what seemed to be a few hours, and Zeus has been quiet for some time. The winds have completely stopped, the insects have stopped making noises, and the snakes have stopped hissing. Hermes whispers, "Halt." We all stop moving, and The Priest starts to tremble in fear. My butt clenches, and I hold in my tears. I can't make any noise or we're all dead. The Priest whispers, "Why hasn't he done anything for the last few hours?" Hermes doesn't reply, but shushes him instead.

Hermes slowly moves forward and says, "We're not alone." We put our backs against each other to see if anything comes popping out of the dark. After a few seconds of silence we hear leaves crumble. As if something was moving, but very slowly. Low growling was heard a few feet in front of me, and it got closer with every second that passed. Hermes looks into its direction, and prepared for combat. He lowered his knees as if getting ready to sprint, and held my mother even tighter on his back. He whispered, "Both of you, get behind me right now." We very slowly and carefully move behind Hermes. The Priest quietly asked, "What could it even be?" The growling grew closer, and the leaves crumbled even louder.

Eventually revealing a silhouette of a bald creature with two long arms. It crawled closer with its two long black nails, and then it stopped. We were staring at each other for what felt like years, but it was only my fear that made me think that. The creature put both of its nails in front of its entire body, and lunged itself to me, but then Hermes kicked it down in the blink of an eye. It was gonna let out a loud shriek, but before it could Hermes kicked it on its jaw horizontally. He kicked it so fast that its head started spinning which led to its vocal chords ripping apart. It couldn't make a sound. He then pierced its chest which killed it in an instant. Hermes says, "I thought Zeus killed them all, but it looks like some were smart enough to escape into the forest." The Priest replied, "Some of the demons survived...?" Hermes nods and says, "We have to be extra careful from now on. Luckily, this one was missing half of its body so it only had one heart."

Mother groans in pain, and quietly asks, "What happened...?" Hermes looks at her, and gasps. He quietly exclaims, "Serenity...your skin...its pale!! Holy shit! At this rate you're gonna die from blood loss!!" Mother chuckles, and slaps the back of his head. She says, "You fool...you really think that this...this is enough to kill me...? I ain't dying...til I know my son survives past tonight.." Hermes grits his teeth and says, "Let's hurry it up then." We continue to move forward into the woods. The Priest says, "Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?" Hermes replies, "Sure, we could use one right now." The Priest smirks and asks, " What do unicorns eat?" Hermes confused replies, "Uhh I don't know. What is it?" The Priest chuckles and says, "Greek yogurt."

Hermes stayed quiet and Mother groaned in pain again. She slowly lifted her head and softly says, "Dude...that was fucking terrible." Hermes chuckled and replies, "Well, at least he tried. Honestly I'd rather feel awkward than feel hopeless." The Priest shrugs it off and says, "Well, I can agree with that." We head forward, and the short mountain is actually visible now. Hermes says, "We're almost there. Just a little bit more and this'll all be over." The sounds of thunder start to appear out of nowhere. Little droplets of rain start to fall, and then we heard Zeus yawn. Hermes' eyes widen and he starts to shake. His face grew pale, he starts to sweat, and his breathing got even faster. He says, "I can't believe it...I thought we were safe..." The Priest replies, "What? What's going on?" Hermes stops moving, and slowly looks back at the priest. He says, "The reason why Zeus hasn't said anything, or why the winds stopped...was because he's been sleeping this entire time."

Mother replies, "It's fine, he hasn't...noticed us...ugh...yet." Hermes nods and says, "You're right. Come on, let's keep on going. We're almost there." We continue walking towards the mountain, but then that's when we heard Zeus roar louder than before. His shout which was filled with rage and hatred made the winds blow stronger than before, and rain poured harder than ever. He yelled, "I HAVE AWOKEN FROM MY POWER NAP!!!  YET, I CAN STILL FEEL YOUR PRESENCE!!! SERENITY!!! IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?!?! YOU PUT ME TO SLEEP!!!! YOU CALMED ME DOWN TO THE POINT OF SLUMBER!!! HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!" Lightning slammed into the tress behind us causing a wild fire to start. It spread quickly throughout the forest eventually getting to us. Hermes quietly exclaims, "We have to hurry now!! Before the fire catches us!!" We start to sprint towards the mountain hoping we can outrun the flames that were chasing us.

I start to fall behind since my small feet can't catch up to them. I exclaim, "Wa-" before I could finish my sentence Hermes quickly picks me up and holds me with one arm. He catches up to the the priest and runs beside him. He asks, "Hey man, you ever loved someone before?" The Priest replies, "That's a bit of a random question." Hermes smirks and says, "Just trying to make conversation while we try to escape death." The priest chuckles and replies, "Yes, I did once love a woman by the name of Seraphine. She was gorgeous, and was the nicest lady you could ever meet. She was a brunette, with yellow eyes, dark skin, she was pretty tall, and always wore a red gown. Don't ask me why because even I didn't know. We got married with four kids. Three girls and one boy. We lived the happiest eight years of our lives until my wife got very sick. She had leprosy which gave her blisters all around her body. We tried everything we could do to save her, but nothing worked. Eventually, she passed on without even getting to see her kids turn ten years old. After my wife's death, I had built the palace of blessings. She loved talking about the gods, and so I made that place as a memorial for her, but it eventually became a safe haven for the people of the village. Something about it gave it this feeling that your sins were being lifted and it made you feel free. A few years after I built the palace, all three of my little girls became ill and died on the same day. While my son mysteriously disappeared."

The priest shed a tear, but it got immediately evaporated from the heat that surrounded us. Hermes pats him on the shoulder and says, "I'm sure they'll be proud of the fact that you've been living your life, and haven't given up at all, but before I continue what's your name?" The priest replied, "My name is Zephyr." Hermes nods and says, "Zephyr...that's an interesting name. Not many have it. Your parents are very smart for giving you such a unique name." Zephyr laughs and says, "Thank you, I am honored to be complimented by a god." Thunder roared louder and lightning struck the ground again creating an even bigger fire. Mother groans and says, "Look...we're at the bottom of the mountain..." Hermes smiles and says, "Yeah..we're here!"

The priest jumps in joy with sweat dripping down from his entire body. I mean, even I'm sweating from the intense heat. Zephyr says, "Come on let's hu-" his sentence gets interrupted by multiple loud shrieks coming from within the fire. Hermes looks back and says, "What the hell?" Zephyr looks into the direction of the shrieks and says, "There's no way..." multiple demons crash through the flames revealing themselves to us. Mother looks at them, and says "one...two...four...ten...there's too many to count. We're completely outnumbered." The demons rush to us without hesitation. I can see their saliva dripping from their mouths. Their nails piercing through the ground with each step. Mother says, "Hermes, put me down." Hermes hesitates as he thinks that's a horrible idea especially with her current condition. Zephyr says, "Is this it? Is this how I go out?" Hermes lets out a sigh and puts both mother and I down.

The demons quickly surround us in the shape of a circle, and roar at us. The fire get nearer with each passing second. We all put our backs against each other, and mother says, "Hermes..make a path...leading straight to the mountain..." Hermes replies, "Yes ma'am." Hermes gets in a running stance, and takes off plowing through multiple demons. Ten demons lunge at mother, but before they could reach her she creates a shockwave from her words. She chants, "Your screams and anger shall be silenced by the shallow tranquility that lies deep within your souls." The shockwave passes through the ten demons which led them stop their attack and calm down. She took this opportunity to take off each of their hearts with her working arm, and kill them off.

Zephyr asks, "How the hell am I supposed to do anything? I don't have any weapons nor powers. I'm useless in this battle." The flames grew bigger as the battle wages onward. I'm scared and my small hands and feet can't do anything, but stand still waiting for all of this to be over. The sight of my mother fighting these monsters head on even when she's been heavily injured astounded me. I felt somewhat safe knowing that she's here to protect me. Rain pours even harder and we hear Zeus yell again in frustration. He shouts, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! WHERE DID YOU ALL GO GOD DAMNIT!!!!" He throws another bolt into the other side of the forest creating another wild fire. Hermes plows through more demons to make sure they don't attack me or Zephyr, but he didn't notice the demon that was lurking on the outskirts of the fires. That things snuck by both my mother and Hermes eventually reaching both Zephyr and I. The demon sprints in front of me and roars into my face. I start to cry out for help, but then Zephyr shuts my mouth with his hand.

He says, "I'm done watching anyone else die tonight. I can't bare to see another child fall to the hands of these fiends anymore." The demon swings its nail to try and cut Zephyr, but he narrowly escaped it by moving backwards. He grunts in pain because it managed to graze his entire chest. He puts me down and says, "run to your mother while you still can." I do as he says and sprint towards my mother who is fighting as I move towards her. I run without looking back until I hear a shriek of pain come out from Zephyr. The demon pierced through his chest and bit his neck. It ripped it off and began to eat him. Hermes stops running and looks at Zephyr's lifeless body was being devoured by the demon without any remorse. He hold his mouth and a tears falls from his face. In the blink of an eye he killed the demon and ripped its head off.

The flames spread even closer and reached my mother. Demons kept appearing, and she kept killing them. Hermes ran to help her, but we were running out of time due to the fire. My mother says, "There's too many of them. They just keep coming, but how? I thought Zeus killed all of them?" Hermes replied, "It's the punishment. It won't be undone until the one who committed the taboo has atoned for their sin." My mother stayed quiet and kept killing the demons with Hermes. Ripping each heart out without hesitation. Hermes stops sprinting and puts his back against hers. He says, "Let me guess, you want me to buy you time?" She replies, "If you can, I would be grateful" Hermes replies, "Go to him." She stops fighting and starts running towards me.

Hermes gets rid of all the demons that try to get in her way until she eventually reaches me. She crouches down and puts her hand on my face. She sheds a tear and says, "My son, oh my perfect child." She weeps as she says these words, but she tries her absolute hardest to smile. She says, "You are the best things that has ever happened to me, ok? Don't ever doubt that not even for a second." I reply, "Mommy? Is everything gonna be ok? Why does this sound like a goodbye?" My mother's tears fall faster and she starts to bite her lip. She says, "No son, this isn't goodbye. You'll see me again someday. After you've lived your life, after you've made family, friends, and memories. You will see me again on the other side, ok?" I start to cry and reply, "Mommy I don't want you to go!" She passes her fingers through my hair and puts her forehead on mine. She asks, "Can you promise me something?" I reply, "Yes mommy anything!" She smiles and replies, "Promise me that you'll be strong. That you will live your life to the absolute fullest, and that no matter how hard it gets you remember these words. Even if I'm destined to suffer then I will face it head on, and defy the destiny that has been given to me for I will keep getting up no matter how many times I fall. Promise me you'll remember that." I nod my head, and boogers start to come out of my nose. She wipes them off with her dress and kisses my forehead. She slowly lets go of my face , and runs towards the demons. She says, "Hermes! Grab Pluto and go now!" Hermes replies, "What?! Are you crazy?! You'll die!!" Mother laughs and says, "This is this literally the only way!!"

Hermes clenches his fist and sprints to me immediately grabbing me. Mother shouts, "HEY YOU FOUL DEMONS!!! I'M HERE!!!" They all look at her and lunge at her. Her right shouldee gets pierced, her left leg gets sliced off, and her right hand gets bitten. I yell, "MOMMY NOOO!!!!!" Hermes yells, "SERENITY!!!" My mother shouts, "HERMES WHATEVER YOU DO!! DON'T LOOK BACK AFTER THIS AND RUN!!!" She takes a deep breath as the demons slowly eat her, and lets out a scream that echoes throughout the entire forest. Zeus replies, "I SEE!!! SO THAT'S WHERE YOU WERE HIDING!!!" He hysterically laughs as he lifts his hand up in the air, and brings it back down to reveal a giant pillar of lightning forming in the clouds. Big enough to destroy everything around us. Hermes immediately starts running, but everything turns into slow motion for me.

I can see my mother smiling as she sees us run away, and she has blood pouring out of her eyes and mouth. The pillar of lightning immediately hits the ground, but Hermes is so fast that even though we're in it. We can't even feel the burns. However, I can see my mother die in the distance. Her flesh melts into her bones, and the demons all start to immediately perish alongside with her. I can hear the agony in my voice as I call out for my mother, but its no use. She's already gone, and we're now too far away. Hermes wept as he ran, and murmured the words, "He'll pay." Multiple times, and got faster as he continued running. Eventually, we couldn't even see the mountains anymore. He had ran into a completely different area, and kept running. After that, my whole world started to collapse into darkness. Hermes disappeared into thin air, and my eyes closed.

Morpheus appears before me from within the darkness, and wipes a tear coming out of my eye with his thumb. He says, "I'm sorry, but this one appeared to be the one you needed to see." I stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then asked, "So why is Zeus targeting me...?" Morpheus softly replies, "I can't tell you that either. You have to find that out on your own too." I clench my fist and yell, "WHAT WAS THE POINT OF SHOWING ME THAT THEN?!?! WHY DID MY MOTHER GET KILLED BY ZEUS?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?!?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!?! WHERE DO I GO?!?!" I kneel down, and softly say, "Where do I go..." Morpheus replied, "That I can answer. You must go to the Valley of death. There, you will meet someone who may have the answers you're looking for." I reply, "Are you sure?" Morpheus replies, "Yes, that should be it." I stand up and clench my fists. Morpheus says, "Oh, and when you find out what it is you're looking for. What is it you're going to do next?" I look at him and reply, "I'm going to kill Zeus."

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Sword for Hire Chapter 5

Bronn x reader

Word Count: 1040

Summary: The two of you have a bit of a scare.

Time felt different during the dark days of winter, especially this far North. Days slipped by in a blur so quickly that you sometimes didn’t fully register that they’d come and gone. Your difficulty with the passage of time wasn’t helped by the fact that you and Bronn were between jobs, and because of it you sometimes couldn’t be bothered to leave the tent you shared while on the road. 

So it was only fair that one night when you were riding your lover on the lumpy mattress of the room you’d paid for in yet another backwater town, you found yourself stopping suddenly as you realized, “When did I last bleed?”

You could see irritation flash in his blue eyes. “Is that really what your thinking about right now?” he grunted after prying his lips away from your chest.

Annoyed, you shoved him down onto the bed. “I’m serious,” you snapped. “Do you remember the last time I bled?”

Finally, it seemed like enough blood returned to his brain for him to realize exactly what you were on about. Those beautiful blue eyes slid shut; his hands squeezed your hips in their grasps. “Fuck.”

The pair of you just sat in the silence for a few moments taking it in, his softening cock still inside you.

“Do you think . . .” Bronn couldn’t seem to say the words.

You sighed heavily. In one smooth movement, you dismounted and flopped onto your back next to him. “I don’t know.” Your insides felt like they were squirming. The pair of you weren’t exactly careful a good deal of the time, and moon tea wasn’t easy to lay hands on while traveling here, there, and everywhere. “There’s a chance.”

You’d been so careful for so long and now this. You’d let love blind your better judgement, to say the least. If you were with child, it’d be another bastard, likely to grow up scorned or ignored just like you did.

“Nothing to do about it, then,” he said calmly. “You’re Northern, right? Pray to trees and all that?”

That yanked a surprised chuckle right out of your chest. “Bronn, I haven’t prayed since I was a girl.”

“Eh. Doesn’t matter much either way. Their way’ll be easier to pull off than the whole shite of doing it in a sept.”

Alarmed, you sat up on your elbow. You desperately tried in vain to get a read of what he was thinking through his expression. “What are you talking about?”

“Marrying you,” he said as if it was obvious. “You’re not usually this slow, love. Your blood not made it back to your head yet?”

“We--” Your throat tightened, cutting your protest short. You swallowed thickly. “We don’t even know if I’m actually pregnant.”

“You said it yourself; you haven’t bled in ages.”

“Why are you acting like this all means nothing?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Well I doubt you want the kid to be a bastard after how you grew up--”

“We don’t even know if there is a child!”

“And I figure, we’re already basically married so why dance around it?”

“We are not basically married!”

“Aren’t we?” There was a challenge in his blue eyes. “We share supplies. We take jobs together. We work those jobs together. We fuck almost every night. What else is there to it but the title?”

“Oh, I dunno, love?”

“Look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t love me.”

You couldn’t, and he knew it. For a moment, the only sounds were the ones that drifted through the door from elsewhere in the inn. Eventually, you swallowed past the lump in your throat. “It’s supposed to go both ways, Bronn. Does it?”

Almost instantly, his hand was resting on the back of your neck, pulling you forward until you were practically lying on top of him once more. “Do you really think I would have put up with you for this fucking long if I felt nothing for you? You don’t need me to protect you, and you’re sure not paying me even if you did.”

As those words sunk in, you lunged for a kiss that bordered on brutal. Your fingers yanked at his hair to pull him back so you could ask, “So the weirwood tomorrow?”

His heart was already racing under your hand, be it from the lust or from the anticipation you didn’t know. “Only if we can get back to what we were doing before your little crisis.”

~

The ceremony was tiny, fitting given that the pair of you were just drifters in this tiny town. Honestly, you were surprised that they even had a weirwood. Only the man officiating and the innkeeper were there to witness the union. You wouldn’t have wanted it to be any different, though. Yet still, part of you wondered what your mother would say, you knew full well that either your sharp tongue or Bronn’s blithe words would have sent most sane people running from the wedding, let alone your soft-hearted mother.

“Got to be honest, I never expected to be doing this,” Bronn muttered whilst exchanging your Northern style, furred cloak for the ratty one he insisted on wearing around.

You snickered at that, enjoying being wrapped in his scent even if you were cold. “Neither did I, but how the fuck haven’t you frozen to death in this gods forsaken thing?” you couldn’t help asking.

“Got you to keep me warm, don’t I?”

~

You didn’t end up being pregnant, as it turned out. According to the maester you scrounged up the coin to pay, you simply weren’t getting all of the nutrients your body needed because of the lean winter months, so that particular bodily function had seemingly put itself on hold.

“Do you regret it?” he asked in the dead of night a few days after, voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it over the wind’s incessant howling.

He sounded so uncharacteristically unsure that you found yourself cupping his cheek softly to comfort him. “Never,” you swore. “Do you?”

“I’m just amazed you still want a greedy fuck like me around,” he replied, some of that natural confidence bleeding back into his tone.

“Takes one to know one, sweetheart.”

[incandescent-creativity]

Episode Ten

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Next: Episode Eleven

Word Count: 4,353

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Christian imagines different faces with every punch.

He has memorized each and every one. The doctor, whose eyes he saw through a fevered haze, looking down on him over the edge of the mask he had strapped to his face, and shook his head slowly. The fear on the aide’s face when he had sat up, having recovered his strength.

Her face hadn’t joined the lineup until later. Hindsight had revealed that she was the first one to see his wounds freshly scarred over. After he had realized that, the barely-disguised disgust on her face had embedded itself in his brain.

Thinking about her always leads to all the tailors and skeptics Christian has encountered. Oh, are you sure you want a wardrobe full of long sleeve shirts? What possible reason could you have for that? Let me try to pry into your specific requests to determine whether or not I will listen, no matter whether or not it’s my job to do so!

The next punch he throws breaks skin.

Sighing, Christian stands up out of his fighter’s stance. He’ll have to wrap it before he continues; the last thing he needs is to leave pink stripes of blood on the punching bag.

When he turns to the table with the bandages, he sees Hallie standing beside it. He brings the hand with the bleeding knuckle up to his chest, curling his other hand around it. The instinct not to show weakness overrides the learned habit of hiding his heavily scarred arms. In fact, bringing his hands close up to his chest curls his arms around so that Hallie gets an unobstructed view.

Why did I work out in a tank top? he curses the decision. Christian had chosen a gym specifically out of the way, one that nobody would be likely to use, so he could maintain his training without interruption. And now… Hallie.

The realization that she is the first person on this ship to see what is wrong with him makes his heart race and his head swim. He thought he would have longer before this happened—what is she going to say? She is bound to say something.

Christian braces for the worst as she walks up to him.

The absolute lack of expression on her android face does not reassure him. He takes a step back, at which point Hallie stops in her tracks and looks up at him.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scrape,” he says, fear sharpening his voice. “How did you get in here?”

“The door,” she responds, reaching out for him. “Here, let me—”

“I can take care of it on my own, thanks,” Christian snaps.

Hallie pauses, then withdraws her hands. She stands in front of him with plain, placid mannerisms.

“I am not attempting to baby you,” she reports. “I am this ship’s commanding medical officer. It is my duty to tend to the mental and physical wounds of every person on this ship.”

Christian stares at her, trying to figure out how to respond. Hallie must be extraordinarily patient, because it takes him several seconds to understand that she has already seen him in this state. Which is bad enough; he doesn’t want to offend her on top of that.

So he gives in, and lets her lead him over to the table.

Hallie makes quick work of his hand, cleaning and applying a small bandage that is designed to move with the facets of a knuckle joint. She doesn’t talk while she does it, but the process only lasts a minute or two. She pats his hand before returning it to him.

“Do you remember that symbol we found on that ancient planet?” she asks as he is trying to turn away from her.

Dreading whatever conversation she is trying to trap him in, Christian stares at her for a long moment.

“I heard something about that, yeah.”

“It was a symbol of an android creator,” she tells him. “His name was Dr. Arik Soong. He was a geneticist, and—”

“Wait, Soong? You mean the man whose work was a foundational precursor to the Eugenics Wars?” Christian says in surprise.

Hallie raises her eyebrows at him, his surprise echoed on her face. “You know him?”

“Well, no, not personally, but—”

He loses the rest of his sentence when Hallie laughs. It’s a charming sound, just like most of the laughter he hears, but it feels different when it was because of something he said.

“You know of him, then,” Hallie corrects, still smiling at him.

“Of course I do,” he says. “The…”

For a split second, he questions whether or not he wants to actually commit to telling this story. But she hasn’t commented on his scars this whole time, and that is significant. In fact, she is even sharing the traits that alienate her from others. He can do the same.

With that in mind, he finally tells her.

“The illness that disfigured me was a mutated offshoot of the Klingon augment virus. And they only got their hands on the Augments because Soong created them.”

He watches her make the connections. Hallie glances down at his arms, and her eyes flick over the tangled web of scar tissue. Christian fights the urge to cover up portions of them with his hands. He knows what he looks like, and he knows it isn’t pleasant, but there isn’t any point in trying to spare her now.

“Then you should know what I learned on the library planet,” Hallie says after her brief inspection.

Before she can tell him, however, Captain Agau’s voice speaks out of Christian’s communicator.

“We may have a security issue in Storage Hold Alpha. Please report immediately.”

Without even taking the time to grab his covering jacket, Christian takes off with Hallie hot on his heels.

—

In Beth’s opinion, her chief security officer takes far too long to arrive to the scene. Even Hans shows up before Christian does. Beth doesn’t know how he knows something is going on, but she doesn’t need him. She is plenty capable of doing what needs to be done.

Specifically, she can get every maintenance crewmember she can find into holding cells. One by one, they are identified and marched off on her orders. Christian arrives, out of breath and in a sweaty undershirt, with Hallie chasing after him.

She notes Matt’s open stare, though perhaps it is understandable. Not everybody has access to the files Dr. Agau sent her on her core crew. He wouldn’t know about the lines of scarring that crisscross Christian’s arms.

To his credit, Christian does not seem the slightest bit self-conscious about them. He barrels right up to her with his hand on his phaser, and asks her what the situation is as he does a full 360 degree spin.

“What did they do?” is his second question, seeing the last of the maintenance crew being taken away. “Did they sabotage the ship somehow?”

“No,” Beth says. As if there is anything to sabotage in the storage holds. “But they are doing things out of order.”

“What?”

“Matt,” Beth delegates.

He steps up nervously, and explains, “I—I had seen several of them come down here, always on their own. I didn’t think anything of it, but when I mentioned it to Beth, she knew that it was too early for them to be conducting maintenance checks down here.”

“So you’re arresting them?” Christian says.

“No, of course not,” Matt says, startled. “I don’t have the authority to arrest anybody, I just—”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Christian snaps, glancing down at Matt before returning his frown to Beth. “Captain, are you sure this isn’t an overreaction?”

“Better to overreact than under,” Beth says.

“This is easy to resolve,” Hallie speaks up. “We can just check the door logs.”

The solution is simple, yet effective. Therefore, Beth should have thought of it first.

She doesn’t waste time complimenting Hallie on the idea, or kicking herself for the oversight. All she does is unfold the screen perpetually hanging from her hip and access the Spark’s computer.

Almost immediately, she runs into a problem.

Turning to Hans with the most severe facial expression she can muster, she asks, “Why are these individuals not on the crew log?”

“What?” he says, stepping closer to her to look over her shoulder. “They should be.”

“They aren’t,” Beth says. “According to this, we don’t have a Michael on board at all.”

“That’s not right,” Hans says with a frown.

“Are you going to say something helpful, or is everything up to me?” Beth asks. “Again?”

“Well, it is up to you to give the orders,” Christian points out. “What are we going to do about this?”

If Beth were fully human, she would give in to her anger, and yell at him. As it is, she just tightens her voice and starts giving orders.

“Hans, take Hallie and start combing through the holds. Assemble teams if you must, but get it done, and get it done quickly. Whatever they were doing in there, I want to know about it. Hack into the door logs or find out through observation, I don’t care. Go!”

They leave.

“Christian, you’re in charge of the interrogations. Ask them what they were doing in there, and why they have been taking so much time to complete routine maintenance checks. We can’t use our warp drive until their inspections are over, so why are they prioritizing the holds over that?”

He sets his phasers to stun in the wake of her orders.

Seeing this, Beth adds, “This is something I do care about how it’s done. Don’t mistreat them.”

“Yes, Captain.”

He leaves.

She turns her gaze to Matt, who stands up straighter.

“You’re with him,” she tells him. “Keep me up to date on his progress.”

Matt’s footsteps pitter-patter behind Christian as they walk down the hallway. With her core crew dispersed, Beth can return to the bridge of her definitely-not-compromised Starfleet ship.

—

Hans has never been down to the storage holds before, but Hallie moves through the rows and rows of boxes like she was born here.

Or made, rather. Hans is still trying to wrap his head around that. During their time in the medbay, when Beth had exiled him from her side, she had seemed so… normal. That’s probably a terrible thing to say, but it’s the truth. She was warmly kind with her patients, always knowing what to say to them.

She doesn’t speak now though. Hallie just moves down the corridor, looking down each row with a quick glance before moving on.

“What are we looking for?” he asks.

“Anything out of the ordinary.”

“I don’t know what the ordinary looks like,” he admits.

“Then pull up the storage logs and compare,” she suggests.

“Oh.” That’s a smart idea. “I could check while you read them off, if you think that would be faster.” When she doesn’t respond immediately, Hans adds, “You don’t have, like… an encyclopedic knowledge of what’s down here, do you?”

Hallie chuckles. “No. There are limits to my processing capacity, same as you.”

He takes that into his understanding of how she works. “Surely you must have more memory than a human, though.”

“Oh, of course. I just haven’t decided to take up valuable memory space with the contents of our ever-fluctuating storage holds.”

Hans chuckles, too. “Fair enough. All right, let’s go.”

With the computer screen in hand, and Hallie’s voice in his ears, Hans starts walking down the Spark’s primary storage space.

Hallie stops reciting labels approximately five minutes after they start. It has been a long five minutes, but Hans thinks that he has the easier of the two jobs. All he has to do is read, and scroll. In fact, he has to scroll up a little bit once he realizes that she has paused her narration.

“What is it?” he turns to ask.

She doesn’t answer him. Instead, she opens her communicator and requests a direct line to their captain. Beth picks up immediately.

“You found something,” she says.

“Maybe,” Hallie reports. “The maintenance crew is just an undercover punishment from Dr. Agau, right?”

Beth doesn’t respond. Her silence says more, at least to Hans, than any statement ever would. In other words, or in a lack of them: Hallie is right.

“Our assigned mission is to deliver supplies. Is that correct, as well?”

This one, Beth responds to. “It is.”

“What supplies, specifically?”

During the silence, Hallie shares a steady stare with Hans. He still doesn’t know what she is on to, so he returns to a tried and true first officer’s duty: keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once again, he doesn’t know what he is looking for, but at least he has a better idea of what danger looks like than what an out-of-place box looks like.

After a minute or two, during which Beth must be pulling up the shipping manifest, she lists off the supplies.

At this point, even Hans can understand what the problem is now. Hallie is the one to say it out loud.

“We should have passed those already,” she tells him, although her finger is still pressing down on the communicator button. “They’re not here.”

—

Beth feels a certain amount of vindication.

That certain amount is certainly small, of course. But Christian’s jab about her overreaction had stuck in her mind. It had made her sound like a bad stereotype of a hormonal human woman, prone to hysterics.

Now that they have discovered missing—potentially stolen—supplies, she knows it was not an overreaction.

“Are you sure?” Beth asks, fingers pinching her communicator’s button a little too hard.

“They were the most recent additions,” Hallie reports. “They would have been up at the front. Even if there wasn’t immediate space, we are nearly halfway through storage hold alpha. They’re not here.”

She hears the specific trill that denotes a request waiting on another line. It may be a higher priority, or it may not be. The only way to find out will be to answer, and gain another piece of a puzzle rapidly spiraling out of control.

“Find them,” she orders Hallie, and switches channels.

“I have an update,” Matt’s voice speaks from the other line. “And there’s a bit of a problem.”

“A separate problem, or a related?”

“Related. Christian has confirmed that most of the maintenance crew are jailed, but Michael isn’t here.”

Michael. The Romulan. Any traces of vindication Beth might have felt sour immediately. This situation has gone from mildly concerning to outright troubling.

“And none of the men being held are giving up his location,” Matt continues. “They either don’t know where he is, or they do know—”

“In which case they are lying to us,” Beth finishes grimly. “Keep me apprised, ensign.”

“Don’t worry,” he promises, as if able to sense her trepidation over the comms. “I’m not leaving Christian’s side.”

At least one element is in place.

There are too many others for her to truly find a peaceful mental space, but settling into her captain’s chair and manually driving the Spark through empty space does help. Cruising through the cosmos is meditative: the stars slide slowly across the main viewing window, and the forbidding darkness aids Beth in her attempts to order her thoughts.

Foremost in her mind is an amorphous critic. She can easily imagine a crewmember questioning how vital it is that one member of one maintenance crew is found, or one part of one shipment is located. No ship runs perfectly, after all. Finnigan has told her that several times.

And yet, her ship has. She has overcome every obstacle, completed every assignment. Even when her and her crew formed an agreement and executed it in the face of her mother, they had gotten through it.

This is a kind of record that shall not be broken. Especially not so early in her career. A failure to keep track of every person and crate that boards her ship is still a failure.

Relinquishing the manual controls, Beth stands up again.

“Keep us on course,” she orders her bridge.

It should be easy enough for a crew of this caliber. With the warp drive still unavailable during the maintenance’s imprisonment, they are just driving through empty space.

A chorus of “Aye, Captain”s follow her to the elevator.

The holding cells are actually adjacent to the storage holds, so Beth is able to pick Hallie and Hans up on her way to meet Matt and Christian. Hans stands back, opposite the two men, to provide a watchful eye in a strategically balanced vantage point. Hallie takes her place off to the side, as well, but she starts scrolling through something on her screen.

Captain Agau strides directly up to her security officer.

“Nothing,” he says, without her asking.

“They don’t know where he is,” Matt adds quietly.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Beth tells him.

The bridge’s favorite ensign doesn’t shrink away from her this time. Rather, his shoulders straighten, as if with offense.

“You didn’t ask anything, actually. But you did tell me to keep you apprised, so I listened, and I kept watch. And so, as per your request, I’m telling you that they didn’t lie to us.”

He does seem confident. And Beth has taken note of his particular perception. Matt is an insightful sort, even to his captain. Perhaps his assessment is correct.

“If that is the case,” she says to her assembled team, “then we have no choice but to fan out. We’ve tried to page him, so… Hallie: send an image of his face out shipwide. One hundred percent of the crew won’t read it, but the more eyes we can have looking, the better.”

“Who are we looking for?”

Beth turns to see Michael walking up to their little group.

Christian steps between them before she can do anything. He strides forward and around, placing a hand firmly on Michael’s shoulder. Her head of security walks him towards an adjacent cell, but waits for Beth to give the word.

She doesn’t. Not yet.

“Your timing is remarkable,” she remarks. “Where have you been?”

“Why is my team in jail?” he asks, his expression simply one of pure confusion.

“I’m the captain, I’ll ask the questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” he says with a spread of his hands. “Where have I been,” Michael repeats, musing.

“Well, we have been trying out this new approach to our procedures. It focuses on and encourages independence, and our individual strengths. We have perfected our team, but that isn’t any excuse to stagnate.”

The overly high diction is tiresome. “Get to the point, Michael.”

“Yes, ma’am, of course. Specifically, I have been checking things off our list in storage hold beta.”

The one directly next door to where she had sent Hallie and Hans. If she felt human emotions at any intensity, this would be somewhere past irritating, yet before infuriating.

“And what were you doing there?”

“Correcting an oversight,” Michael answers promptly. “I believe a particular batch of crates, ones designated for Lactra VII, was misplaced.”

Beth cuts a glance to Hallie. The android inclines her head slightly: a confirmation. These are the ones they have been looking for.

“And you, what, just happened to notice this before any of us?” Christian asks suspiciously.

Michael meets his gaze with an unflappable coolness. “I am very good at my job, sir.”

“That remains to be seen,” Beth says. “Have you resolved the discrepancy?”

“Of course, Captain.”

Another confirmation, on Hallie’s screen, confirms that the Lactran crates are finally in their correct designation. Beth feels her racing thoughts slow infinitesimally at the news of the resolution.

“While I have an audience with you,” Michael continues, a hint of a hesitation to his voice.

When it becomes obvious that he is pausing, Beth just raises an eyebrow. It is a classic Dr. Agau expression—in the sense that Beth has felt it aimed at her several times. She knows its effects better than most.

“I was hoping to request something from you.”

Christian, Matt, Hallie, Michael. All of their eyes are on her at this unexpected development.

“Speak your mind,” she commands. It’s as Matt once said: if her legacy is one of listening to her crew, that isn’t a bad legacy.

Not that this Romulan is one of her crew, of course, but the theory still holds.

“I was hoping to spend some time on your ship,” Michael finally says. He maintains his professional tone as he explains further: “Minax, there—the Ferengi—they’re nearly ready to take over the team. And I’ve always wanted to see the stars, but I’ve never had the funds or the opportunity. Now, quite frankly, I see myself having both.”

Out of all the requests he could have made, this is the easiest to accommodate. Beth’s finely Vulcanized sense of logic instantly runs through their limited interactions. Throughout all of them, even this one, Michael’s respect and efficiency has been immaculate.

Even when she thought he was the cause of a direct crisis on her ship, he has proven otherwise.

“Michael,” she address him graciously, “this is absolutely within our capabilities here on the Spark. Commander Hans?”

Her first officer steps forward from behind her. Standing in front of her, Beth sees Michael size him up. She had not intended to summon him as a show of force, but if that is how he wants to take it, she doubts it will detract from the conversation.

“You called, Captain?”

“Get these people on our crew log, no matter how temporary. Then, see to it that Michael is granted quarters and basic citizen access—on one condition.”

This catches his attention, as it is meant to. She sees his shoulders tense up. It is a physical example of her authority as captain, and confirmation that that authority has not been tarnished during this episode.

“That the warp drive is next on your list, no matter the independence or procedure.”

Smiles break out from all at this easily-done condition. Michael dips his head, and Hans moves to stand at his side to discuss matters. Beth meets Christian’s eyes and waves a hand towards the maintenance crew, who sag in relief. He moves to release them at once.

Hallie can do as she likes—return to her normal duties, most likely. That’s certainly what Beth plans to do, but it is her choice. Just as it is Matt’s to follow Beth back up to the bridge.

She settles into the captain’s chair with finality that could be mistaken for relief.

Things are in order once again.

—

Hallie is not convinced that everything is in order.

It is not a feeling she has voiced. It isn’t concrete enough for that. Their captain has not spoken another word about the misplaced crates since it happened, and Michael has settled into life on board the ship far too well.

He shows up regularly at the bar, even partaking in morale-boosting events. He shows an active appreciation for Earth culture; on several occasions, Hallie has passed him in the halls discussing art history and famous paintings. And he is unfailingly polite. Sometimes to the point of stiff awkwardness.

None of his behavior has eased the nagging feeling that something isn’t adding up. The thought ticks at the back of her wired brain like the faintest metronome. On her next day off, she looks into it.

The Lactran crates are in their proper place in storage hold alpha now. That much is true. Whether they were put there by Michael or not, that isn’t the point. The point is that she can now engage in a silent, thorough inspection of all the crates.

Her inspection brings a troubling detail to light.

There is one more crate than there should be. That is less troubling than if she had discovered a missing crate, which would imply thievery, but it still confuses her. Their ship’s logs have always been perfect. Captain Agau’s standards are high. Hallie doubts she would miss something like this.

Which begs the question: is it intentional? If so, why make no mention of it? Isn’t that tantamount to hiding something? Perhaps the distinction appeals to her Vulcan sensibilities.

If it wasn’t intentional, and the captain doesn’t know about it, does that mean the maintenance crew snuck an extra crate aboard? Why would they, or he, if it was Michael’s doing, do that?

Finally, does Hallie have an ethical duty to report her findings?

She deliberates on this for the rest of the day. This deliberation involves accessing the computer’s archives and reading through several schools of thought on morality and ethics. It takes her the rest of the day, but the concept of utilitarianism strikes her the most.

The greatest good for the greatest number. It is a valuable principle, and it speaks directly to her goals as the Spark’s chief medical officer. Starfleet had primed her for any difficult decisions, but their idea of difficult had been “choose which lives to save.” Not “choose what to tell your captain.”

Unfortunately, it is not a decision she can make without more information. And seeing as she cannot simply crack open a crate to discover what is inside, she cannot obtain that information. With Beth, information is worth everything.

Once again, it comes down to Hallie’s inability to convey any substantial information about these findings. She doesn’t want to distress her captain with news that something may indeed be amiss aboard her ship, and these incomplete findings would only alarm her.

With her decision reached, Hallie mutes the computer’s synthetic voice. It is time for resting. Tomorrow, it will be time for watching.

Among everything else expected of her, of course. Who knows what the day will bring? There is rarely a dull moment aboard a Starfleet ship such as the Spark.

Especially not now, knowing what she knows.

—

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Back on my bullshit w some more context on how I'm thinking they got into this mess, kind of long fic overview under the cut:

Rolling with the "yokai, big and small, are generally accepted to exist in this world" for baseline, the mission both Tobi and Izu were individually sent out to take care of was some small little "spirit problem" belonging to a tiny village rather notorious for calling in false alarms on spirit shenanigans.

Super superstitious little corner of the land of fire, has a real tendency to blow any reports of spirits way out of proportion. They're screaming kitsune at the sight of a regular fox and everyone in the surrounding areas know it.

So they call in a mission from both the Senju and the Uchiha, and due to a stroke of bad luck Izuna and Tobirama have this mission given to them as something like their first 'public' missions. Seperate from currier missions, supply runs or helping patrol their lands, this is them cutting their teeth on a proper solo mission that should be pretty safe -- if the countless previous similar missions to subdue nonexistant yokai from that village are anything to go based off of.

So they bump into eachother and are immediately like "oh FUCK."

After a near scuffle they basically come to the consensus of "I refuse to let my first ever solo mission thats already so beneath my skill level go wrong bc your dumb ass couldnt keep your sword in your sheath." and form a tentative truce that theyre both very sure will last like 3 minutes tops but ends up going? Pretty well? Neither of them want to fight right now, not really. They're miles from home in unfamiliar forests and heavy rain, so if the fight turns ugly unless theyre getting away without much damage (unlikely) theres just as much of a chance that theyll trip into a ditch somewhere and bleed out in the cold than make it back in one piece.

And say what you will, Izuna and Tobirama both are smart enough to see this is a stupid time and place to start a scuffle.

Anyways, spirit time!

I think it'd be funny if there was a bit where Izuna accidentally traps himself into saying he doesnt believe in spirits, and despite knowing hes being stupid, is forced to double down rather than admit he's just saying shit to say shit.

Tobirama scowled. "I doubt there's any real yokai here. People in these small backwater villages are always calling for help dealing with yokai and it always ends up being nothing. The spirits have better things to do than haunt grannies and steal pies." Izuna quietly agreed with him, (a horrifying thought on its own) but his pride refused to let him do so outloud. So instead he found himself opening his mouth to scoff and blurt out— "Hah, You believe in yokai?" Fuck. Why would he say that, that's just asking for bad luck. Red eye's snapped to him, almost comically shocked. It was the most expressive he'd seen the Senju, his usual cool anger wiped off his face and replaced instead with pure disbelief. "You don't?" No, no Izuna definatley did. It was stupid to not believe in yokai, and even stupider to announce your disbelief outloud, that was just asking for a trouble of all sorts of variety. Not to mention the fact that the Uchiha were an especially superstitious clan. Izuna had been raised on stories heavily featuring yokai and the fact that you were to give every one of them, big and small, as much respect as possible. For your own safetys sake. But Izuna refused to take back his words, not to this Senju bastard. Not even with his self preservation in mind. So despite the fact he could feel his face heating with the incredibly stupid lie, he tossed his hair and rolled his eyes "Of course not! I believe in, uhm, science." "Science." Tobirama said flatly. "You." "Psshh, yeah. Have you ever seen a yokai before? I haven't. Thus it must not exist!" Oh god he was going to get eaten in his sleep by a tsukumogami for this. "I've never seen the daimiyo before, does your science mean that mean he's not real either then?" Tobirama snipped, and Izuna doubled down even further. "Maybe not! Yokai, the daimiyo, who's to say if they exist or not! I'll only believe it when I see it with my own two eyes!" "You know what Izuna, maybe you're right." "Wh— I am?" Izuna blinked dumbly at the sudden 180° "Yes, after all, I haven't seen your brain before. Clearly that doesn't exist either." "EXCUSE ME—?!"

To both of their genuine surprise, there is some sort of spirit to be found in these woods!

A floating ball of light that they debate first what it even is, then how they're supposed to take care of it in any way. An actual yokai should be taken care of by some sort of priest or shaman or something, not two teenage shinobis who were more sent to disprove rumors and calm the over-excitable locals, and maybe kill a bandit or two if they happened to be disguising themselves as yokai to steal (something that happens more than you'd think)

So they just kind of stare at it dumbly, then at each other, then back at the light, and I don't know how or why exactly, but for some reason they end up touching the damn thing.

Maybe it overheard Izuna's comments about not believing in yokai and decided to teach them a lesson. That's definitely what Tobirama is going to be very loudly blaming their misfortune on for the rest of this adventure.

And as it turns out, this little ball of light is no simple speck but apparently an interdimensional ball of light. Because when it touches the boys, they're officially launched into their ✨besties road trip of doom ✨

Launched into the multiverse at the speed of light! Slingshoted into the time stream and back out again! Evicted from their plane of reality and into the next!

The whole adventure is basically them chasing after this little ball of light, which seems to fade in and out of existence and can only interact with / be touched by the boys. Whenever they touch it they get launched into a new time or dimension, and they can only hope that eventually they'll be slung back into their own.

They end up visiting all sorts of realities — early Konoha in a world where Izuna died; another Konoha where Tobirama died instead; Konoha in Kakashi's time where they definitely freak the fuck out of the entirety of Konoha's political circles when they just sort of appear in the middle of what looks like a clan head meeting; Maybe an omegaverse just for the comedy aspect; That one really climatic battle with Madara; A genderbent universe where neither of them die and Konoha has to deal with toxic lesbian madatobi (this one sends both of them into epileptic shock get them OUT OF HERE); A modern AU that caught them very off guard and left them very confused; An incredibly traumatic visit to the night of the Uchiha Massacre; A world where there is no war between their clans, where all their sibling are alive, which leaves them feeling things and having thoughts; Etc.

Some of the worlds they visit are directly connected, with them literally time traveling in a single world. Others are completley disconnected worlds. Some of the worlds have super obvious, immediately noticeable differences and some are impossible to tell apart.

I think theres a bit where, in the worlds where Izuna dies and Madara looses it, Tobirama calls him Izuna's "psycho brother." Then they visit a world where Tobirama died instead and Hashirama somehow managed to lose it to an even greater and more terrifying degree than Madara ever did and now Izuna gets to rub the "psycho brother" label back in Tobirama's face (they are both terrified.)

There's more than one very tense scene with Madara, having lost his Izuna, maybe losing it a teensy bit when he sees our dimension hopping baby Izu. But his twitches and clear consideration at stealing Izuna away do NOT compare to the absolute freak out evil!Hashi goes through when he sees his own baby Tobirama, that whole chunk of the adventure gets ugly.

A big thing about this adventure is that in seeing all of the different worlds out there; All the different potential endings, good and bad, Izuna and Tobirama do not know what ending their world has in store for them. There is no moment where they learn Izuna dies and Madara looses it and resolve to just not kill Izuna or anything like that.

They are their own people, and their choices are still theirs to make. Their futures are still being molded, each step that they take. There is no clear "right step" to get that one world they might see as the "good ending"

They end their adventure, laying on the floor of the forest, almost instantly drenched in the rain. Not a single second has passed in this world, for all that they are both now months older than they should be. The ball of light they'd chased through world after world blinking at them one last time as if saying good riddance before disappearing.

They're . . . well, they're friends now. No matter how much they may deny it out loud. They've been through too much, seen too much, now know too much not to be.

The story ends on them deciding to share the walk home, lingering on the themes of their futures being their own to shape. Every choice matters, every bond they make — starting with this one, right here, right now — enough to change the world itself.

Fic idea;

"Tobirama and Izuna's super spectacular BFF road trip through time and space"

In which a vuagley 14/15ish Tobirama and Izuna bump into eachother on unrelated missions and get hurled through time and space, visiting multiple (sometimes connected sometimes not) events in time, alternate universes and more ✨️

And just ruining so many peoples days along the way, like, so many.

For Reasons(tm) they agree to stick together and instill a temporary truce as they stumble along this (road trip from hell) super spectacular amazing besties field trip.

Like I need you to imagine the Uchiha / Senju feud but also they're like 14, Izuna is yelling about them being ultimate rivals, Tobirama is done with everyone's shit, and they're very quickly moving past genuine attempts on eachothers lives into slap fighting territory. Also like 8 times out of 10 when they bump into any version of an older Madara he makes eye contact with Izuna and almost immediatley has different flavors of the same mental breakdown and Izuna is kind of concerned and kind of terrified and ahahah wow this is awkward but I kind of need to go now

At first they're trying to take it seriously but after the 3rd or 4th time of running into the same fucking scene in a slightly different universe they're kind of just speed running their way to the next time and or universe (in the hopes that it will be their original one) and throwing subtlety out the window

Like they COULD be careful not to disturb things and potentially upset the balance of time but they sort of already fucked that up. Uhh. Like 3 times now actually. And there weren't really any consequences and look they're really tired so how about they just kick in the door and take this round by storm yk

[mystic-shadows42]

Lover's Quarrel

A/N: It’s been awhile since I wrote a piece for the Vikings fandom. Hope I haven’t lost my touch. Hope you all enjoy! Also, this one is a little more focused on Hvitserk rather than Ivar.

Pairing: Hvitserk x reader x Ivar

Warnings: Violence and mention of impregnation

Summary: A betrayal starts it all off making Hvitserk hurt and angry beyond anything else. He wants to shed blood, yours more specifically but Ivar won’t have it. He has other plans for you.

“How can she do this to us?!” Hvitserk stood up making his chair fall behind him in his sudden anger. “We’ve broken bread with her family! She grew up with us!” He paced around the room then stopped. “I love her.”

Hvitserk was trying to make sense of his love’s betrayal. He thought you’d always choose him and his brother Ivar than ever go against them. He was wrong. You chose your family over them.

“We must stick to the plan.”

Ivar brought up his hands and placed them just under his chin. He was deeply saddened by your betrayal but he didn’t want to show his men or Hvitserk just how much it was affecting him.

He needed some time alone to think of a plan to bring you back to him. One that’ll bound you to him forever without making you hate him entirely.

Once the battle ensued, Hvitserk was the first to break free and display the land red. He was fuelled with anger which showed.

When he spotted you out on the battlefield fighting too he was dead-set on what he was to do. Ivar followed his line of sight and knew that Hvitserk wasn’t in the right state of mind to face you just yet.

Hvitserk was about to rush forward but was pushed back by Ivar. They were both high on adrenaline but Hvitserk more so than everyone else. He’d been cutting down men and women left and right.

“I’ll kill her! I’ll do it!” Hvitserk yelled out, making his voice break at the end. 

“No! No you won’t! I can’t let you!”

“She’s betrayed us!”

Ivar brought his head close to Hvitserk’s so he had his full attention.

“If you kill her then you’d never forgive yourself. I’d never forgive you if you do.” Hvitserk huffed at his brother but understood beyond his anger coursing through him. “Brother, look at me. I need you to listen. If you grab her we can take her as our hostage. She’s the key to all of this. Are you with me?”

“Yeah,” Hvitserk huffed.

“Do anything to get to her but don’t kill her. Got it?”

Hvitserk had a newfound intent on pursuing you. He was a man crazed with ambition.

He found your right-hand man and went toe-to-toe with him. He was a skilled warrior but Hvitserk had already configured his flaws.

He had a weak knee so that’s what he struck for. When he was brought down to the ground he wasted no time in finishing him off.

“Y/N!” Hvitserk yelled your name through the endless cries of battles. “Y/N!” He drawled out.

When you heard your name being shouted you turned to see Hvitserk standing on a hilltop by Ivar’s chariot. He held up your longtime friend’s head. He smiled displaying his blood stained mouth looking ever more menacing.

So many emotions racked through you at once. Though the sadness quickly turned to anger. You had spent many years training with the man Hvitserk killed. He was like family to you after having been placed by your side as a bodyguard.

Hvitserk watched on as he saw you striking everyone down that got in your way. He felt empowered to see how much of a fierce warrior you’ve become. He should know since he was the one who’d basically trained you.

Hvitserk jumped down from the hill he was on as you began to approach.

You faced each other down. He was breathing heavily with a bloody smile on his face. He kept gripping his sword in his hand. He was ready.

“You really want to do this?” It was never your intention to hurt him but for the sake of your people and family, what other choice did you have? 

You could have always told him, that thought had never left your mind but Hvitserk was none too good at confrontation. He wouldn’t want to hear it. He would avoid it until it got too much to handle.

Then there was Ivar. He was always someone you could confide in but as of late you didn’t know if he was on the verge of being power hungry or just mad altogether.

“You’ve left me no choice.”

“I did what I had to do for my family. You of all should understand that.”

He turned his head looking at all the blood and death that was surrounding him. He looked back at you and lifted his head in the direction of the chaos.

“All of this is happening because of that decision. If you’d been with us. Things could have been different.”

“It’s just the way things have to be.”

“Oh yeah,” he sniffled and started to circle around you. “Let’s see what you can do then.”

You raised your sword just as he did the same. Hvitserk tapped the tip of your sword smiling then he swung at you.

You blocked it and tried pushing him back with as much energy as you could muster up but he was forcing all his strength down on your sword. He brought you down to one knee as you continued to block his sword with yours.

When you knew you couldn’t hold out much longer, you kicked his leg out making him drop to the floor. You quickly scrambled on top of him with your sword to his neck making him laugh.

His small fit of laughter had soon died down when you made no other attempt to hurt him. He looked into your eyes and clenched his jaw.

“Did you ever love me?”

“Of course I did.”

“More than Ivar?” Hvitserk had never bothered to hide the fact that he was always jealous of his little brother.

“The same.” 

Hvitserk took your downcast look as an opportunity to flip you both over. He placed his hands over your neck shaking you.

“Tell me the truth?! After everything I’ve done for you! All that I shared! It was all for you! Now tell me who you loved more?”

He added more pressure onto your neck making you gasp. Tears were rushing from your eyes as you looked up at Hvitserk. 

It was unbelievable to think that just a few weeks ago he was staring down at you in this same position, only with kinder eyes and a gentler touch ready to leave his ways all behind and go away with you.

Ivar and Hvitserk shared you but as of late Hvitserk was starting to get more possessive. He was falling harder each time. He had always been with you.

Meanwhile, Ivar did break away to be with Freydis because he believed her when she spoke lies to him.

In that time, Hvitserk claimed you as his. He had never fallen so hard for one woman and the betrayal had hit him tenfold. He took it harder than anything else in his life.

When the time came that Ivar realized how rotten Freydis was, all he wanted was you back. He became obsessed with taking you away from Hvitserk.

“You,” your answer was quiet and strangled but Hvitserk heard. He pulled his hands away and looked at your face. “It was always you Hvitserk.”

Even in the midst of battle, Hvitserk leaned down and placed a small chaste kiss to your lips. You hadn’t reciprocated which didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke. Before you even had the chance to speak he hit your head against the ground rendering you unconscious. He picked you up over his shoulder and carried you to Ivar’s chariot.

Once he placed you inside, Ivar was quick to inspect your injury behind your head. He placed his hand on the spot where Hvitserk struck you. He brought his fingers up showing Hvitserk the blood on them.

“She’s bleeding.”

“How else did you expect her to come willingly?”

Hvitserk was beyond irritated and confused. He didn’t know what to think or feel about the whole situation. He loved you but the betrayal is what stopped him. He wanted to harden his heart.

“You’ve damaged her Hvitserk. I didn’t want her hurt or have any more reason for her to distrust us.”

“More than she already does?! Look where we are at. We are in battle. She’s already lost to us.”

“She isn’t lost on me. She could love me again.” Ivar brushed your cheek with his fingers gently. When he smiled down at your unconscious form Hvitserk couldn’t help but become even more annoyed.

“Whatever. When we get back we’ll have her chained.”

“Chained?” Ivar was appalled by his brother’s nonchalant response. “She will not be chained like some animal Hvitserk.”

“Where do you expect her to be held at?”

“My room. We’ll keep the doors locked at all times but she will be treated as a guest no doubt.”

“A prisoner treated like a guest?” Hvitserk scoffed at the idea.

“Brother you are so hostile.” Hvitserk was unamused. “I thought you loved her?”

“She betrayed us. Lied to me!” Hvitserk couldn’t help but kick up the dirt and throw one of his daggers at a tree.

“Funny, that’s what you did to me, yet, here we are. Truth is brother, despite all you’ve done against me, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be the one to kill you but Y/N convinced me otherwise. She saved your life.” Hvitserk paused and turned to look at Ivar. This was all news to him. His features softened and his shoulders relaxed as he thought of how you would actually do that to save him. “Once you put a baby in her, she’ll forgive us.”

“What do you speak of Ivar?” Hvitserk narrowed his brows and approached the chariot slowly.

“You’ll be the one to put a baby in her.  As you know, I cannot have children nor provide any for her, but you can. If she has a baby with you then she cannot be against us.”

“You’re sick, Ivar.”

“Is it not your wish to fill her with babies and be the father of her children?”

Hvitserk rested his hand on top of the chariot as he leaned forward. “Not like that.”

“Only time will tell,” Hvitserk backed away when he saw his brother’s condescending smirk on his face. He never knew just how far he'd go until now.

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[burnedbyshoto]

hole in the wall

In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding

word count: 7,831

a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, here’s to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!

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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.

It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.

It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an… organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.

The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.

Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.

Heroes with the savior complex were put down.

Villains were never believed.

The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.

Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.

Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.

To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.

The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.

Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.

However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.

TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,

I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!

I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO

The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.

Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.

A truly mundane member.

But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.

I'll be going, Yayorozu.

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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.

In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time. 

2X28, OCTOBER 23

STARTING FROM 20:00

Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.

The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind. 

With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.

An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.

A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.

His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.

“Todoroki-sama, the car is here.”

Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.

"I'll be there."

His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.

Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.

A kitsune.

"Safe journey."

"I'll be back tonight."

And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble. 

In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party. 

The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.

People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.

A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff. 

With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.

An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.

The fuckers made this a sex party.

Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.

But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.

The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on. 

"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.

It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.

"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy here—" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."

"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"

"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"

"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.

Typical cult things, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and well…" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everything—"

"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.

"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can — OH MY GOD!"

Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.

"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.

"The hoes — the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.

Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him. 

"Ei, the gloryholes!"

Gloryholes? 

Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.

"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.

"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.

"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"

Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.

He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.

For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.

"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.

She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.

"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our little… hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"

Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.

With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.

His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!

The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.

His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.

Shouto blinked.

Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?

Were they fucking ghosts?

"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here… you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"

Paradise?!

Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now. 

"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.

"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.

But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.

He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.

A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.

Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.

A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.

Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace. 

His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.

"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.

Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.

He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.

Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.

He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers — by god, what fucking fingers you had — warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.

"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas. 

And you? Behind the wall?

He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.

More, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."

A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.

"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"

His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.

Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.

But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.

Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.

"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.

"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.

He could promise that to the hole in the wall.

Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.

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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.

For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.

Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.

He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak. 

He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.

But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult. 

"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.

This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied. 

"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"

Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile. 

"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.

"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boys—"

"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."

"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"

"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"

The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.

If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.

Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.

Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.

Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately. 

And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.

In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.

"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.

It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.

But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly. 

He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass — the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.

"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"

His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.

And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit. 

Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt. 

Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.

He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.

His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.

A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come. 

Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.

If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.

He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked. 

"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"

Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.

With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall. 

Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder. 

His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.

And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing. 

"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"

It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.

Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"

Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.

He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.

She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.

"How do I get into the rooms?"

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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.

But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly. 

There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored. 

The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.

And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.

"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."