#also would Roll be 'Roll Woman' or just Roll

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outbursts- o.piastri

summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist.

pls remember this is fiction and purely for fun!

(also i had no idea what to put as the third photo and it was either the sid (max) the sloth or fernando alonso so do with that what you will!)

part one | part two | part three | part four |

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Monaco. Monaco. Monaco. 

You were starting P4. Lando was in P5. You had been given your orders. Keep him in P4, or get him higher if you could. Give him DRS every lap. Don’t fuck up his race. 

“Alright Y/n, good luck,” Oscar’s voice rang in your ears as the formation lap began. Part of you was still hurt from Imola. Oscar had made you feel like you mattered to at least one person in the team, but he turned his back on you just the same as everyone else. “Just stick to the plan.”

“Copy,” you answered, slotting into your grid spot. You were officially the highest scoring woman in F1 history. You were breaking barriers. Yet, you spent your winning night alone in your hotel room feeling like you mattered less than the dirt on Zak Brown's shoe. 

The light turned red, then they were out. You got a great start, and in one corner, somehow, by some fucking grace of god, you were in the lead of the Monaco Gran Prix. 

“What the fuck happened?” you radioed in. “Where did everyone else go?”

“You’re in P1, Y/n,” Oscar explained. “Drive.”

“Where’s Lando?” you asked. You hadn’t meant to take the lead.

“P5 still.” 

“How do I get him to the front?” you panicked. You knew what everyone would say. You were officially McLaren’s bitch. “Oscar, how do I get him to the front?”

“It’s Monaco,” he sighed. “You can’t.”

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It was torture. Crossing that finish line first. You’d won an F1 race in your rookie season. You were a Grand Prix winner. 

You were terrified to get out of that car. Daniel had to run over and make you get out. Max helped you out, and you didn’t even have anything to say. 

“You did it!” Daniel cheered, pulling you in for a hug. “You fucking did it!” 

You just nodded, searching at the barrier for Zak, for Oscar, for someone. They weren’t there. You were going back to an empty garage. You were nothing to them. 

“What’s wrong?” Daniel asked, noticing the way your mood shifted. He looked at the barrier, and he saw no one in papaya. “Those fuckers…” he curseed. “Not even Oscar?”

“It’s fine,” you shook your head, trying to calm yourself down. “I didn’t stick to the plan.” 

“What plan?” 

“Help Lando,” you explained. Max rolled his eyes. 

“You’re a better driver than him, McLaren are lucky to have you,” Max told you. “Come celebrate with us, yeah?”

You nodded and continued on with your duties, diligently doing every interview, praising Lando for making up a place and joining you on the podium, while he bad-mouthed you to the press over ‘not following the plan’.

You walked into the garage and they all clapped. The first woman to do it. Highest female points scorer in history. You looked at Oscar, who offered you a sad smile. 

Someone called for you to make a speech, but you couldn’t do it. You walked into your driver’s room and you broke down. 

You’d never been the kind of person that was easy to break down. You hadn’t been the kind of  person someone wanted to break down either, but you were well past wondering why they had started to hate you. When you were signing your contract, you were so sure that they wanted you. You were positive it would be different from the last time, different from RedBull. You were wrong. A knock on the door silenced your sobs and stopped the thousands of thoughts running through your mind. 

“Y/n,” it was Oscar, of fucking course. “Zak wants to see you.”

“Fuck off,” you sighed. “I’ll talk later.”

“He really wants to see you-”

You swung the door open, angry. “For what, Oscar? For what? To berate me for being a good fucking driver?! To scream at me for not following the plan?!” you screamed, and caught a glimpse of Lando. “And another thing,” you turned your attention to Lando. “I am so fucking sorry that you can’t do things on your own, and you constantly need my help and Zak’s approval to live your life!” You turned back to Oscar. “And you, you. You can stop fucking pretending to be my friend, just to turn on me again. We all fucking know I’m not staying here next season, so let’s just get through the year and say our goodbyes, yeah?!” 

You slammed your door behind you. A few hours later you woke up from a nap you didn’t remember taking, and you saw Oscar sitting at your desk. The sun had set. 

“Evening,” he smiled. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. 

“Everyone went home, I wanted to talk to you, so I waited,” he shrugged. 

“Why do you want to talk to me?” you questioned. 

“I’m sorry,” he started. “McLaren is a complete boys club, and it’s shit. I’m sorry that I’m part of that. I’m sorry that I’m not allowed to openly support you. I’m sorry that we’ve made you feel like you shouldn’t be a good driver. I’m sorry. I really hope you can forgive me and I can be here for you. Just as a friend, or someone to stand at the barricade for you, someone to be in your corner when everyone else isn’t.”

You stared at him. “Why are you doing this?” 

He shrugged. “My mom gave out to me after she saw your win and the fact that I wasn’t there.”

You nodded, a flat smile on your face. “Great, good for you.” 

“So, friends?” he asked. 

“No. Thanks though. Can you close the door on your way out?” 

He got up and sighed. “I’m not letting this go,” he told you.

“You should,” you advised. “I’m very stubborn.”

“I know,” he smiled. “But so am I.”

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In Canada, Oscar didn’t leave you alone all weekend. He ate lunch with you, speaking only about racing the entire time, though you did end up talking about his family for a little bit, and you found out he had 3 sisters. You told him that made sense, and he laughed. He walked with you everywhere, talking about the track or something to do with the car. It was nice. Not as nice as your pre-race playlist, though. 

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In Spain you two went and got dinner while the rest of the team celebrated Lando getting P2, while you were in P1. He stayed true to his word, and after this win you even let him hug you at the barrier.

“Why didn’t you call anyone after your win in Monaco?” he asked after you’d both had a little bit too much wine and you were both a bit loose-lipped. 

“No one to call,” you shrugged.

“Family?”

You chuckled. “They don't care. I haven’t spoken to them in years.”

“But you’re 22?” he reminded you. 

“When I went to F3 and moved to England, they cut me off,” you explained. 

“I’m sorry-”

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. It’s just like that for some people. Tell me about your family,” you prompted. 

God, Oscar could talk for hours if someone let him. You wondered why people thought he was an introvert, he talked all the time. 

It was nice. 

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The next few races went by in a blur of points and shitty team meetings. Oscar did what he said he would though, he stood at the barrier after every race with a smile and a hand shake, with congratulations on his lips. 

You accepted them, maybe still a bit disconnected from him, but as Spa rolled around, and you rolled 8 times because of a mistake Lando had made, you were thankful that he’d been the one to ride with you in the ambulance. You’d pulled 60G. You had a bad concussion and some broken ribs. He waited with you all day, listening to everything the doctors said and taking notes for your trainer (your new trainer, he’d somehow convinced Richard to quietly leave. Maisie, your new trainer was much nicer), and sat there, watching you all night. 

When you woke up with his hand in your hand, you felt… safer. You weren’t as weary as you had been. Some part of you trusted him. 

“You’re awake,” he yawned. “Morning.”

“You stayed here?” you questioned. He nodded.  

“I was hardly going to leave you alone,” he scoffed. 

“Thank you,” you said, sincere for once. 

“No problem,” he smiled.  

And you felt something you hadn’t left for a long time. 

You felt cared for. 

It was strange, but it was wonderful. And it scared you.

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Oscar's POV:

He had to do something. He had to help you. That’s what he kept telling himself. He got Richard to leave and stop with his ED bullshit, he got Maisie, a new trainer who would actually care about you. He stuck up for you in every team meeting, getting on Zak’s nerves, but he didn’t care. 

He hadn’t been lying when he said his mom had given out to him. She’d reminded him that she hadn’t raised him to be an unkind, unjust person. She reminded him of your devastating radio messages in the Monaco GP when you apologised for winning. 

It sucked because she was right. He knew he’d been in the wrong for months and he knew it. He wanted to befriend you and help you. He wanted to support you, genuinely. He was putting his job on the line for it, for fuck’s sake. So he was going to. 

He somehow went through weekend after weekend, telling you small fun facts and talking your ear off for days at a time just so you could open up to him. He wanted to be there for you, so he became the most extroverted person he’d ever heard of. He talked more than Daniel, which was saying something. He listened to the same music you did, he ate with you, he listened to you when he spoke. 

And he enjoyed himself. You were great company. You were an interesting person. He liked making you laugh. He liked seeing you smile after a good race. He liked the fact that you went straight to him after a race. He liked your new tradition of getting an ice cream with him after a win. 

He liked you. 

So when he saw you flip 8 times in Spa of all places, his heart dropped. He’d been known to be a calm, collected, and stoic person. The way he screamed ‘fuck’ when you crashed was anything but calm, collected, or stoic. The way he spoke to you on the radio, begging you to answer him, he wasn’t calm, he was terrified. 

When you answered, the sigh of relief he let out was anything but stoic. The way he sat in your hospital room with you the entire night, waking up to check that you were still breathing, that was anything but normal. 

He was falling for you. In some insane turn of events, his quest to become your friend had taken a nosedive. 

And he was fucked. 

He knew it because he couldn’t help but smile when you reached out for his hand as you slept, and his heart skipped a beat. 

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Arcane Imagines- Vander

It’s Quiet

⚠️WARNING🔞: SMUTTTT IF THERE WAS EVER SMUT

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Prompt: it’s grown so quiet since the kids have grown… (not requested, did this at my own free will. Also happy universe WITH VI because I can do that.)

Containing: thigh riding, multiple orgasms, fem!receiving oral, male!receiving oral, hike position, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise, slight degradation.

“And that’s the last drunk of the evening.” You wipe your hands together after slamming down your rag on one of the tables you had just finished cleaning, going over to the door to turn the open sign to closed. Vander chuckles, cheering as he washes the last few glasses. You go behind the counter to join him in wiping everything down since it gets pretty sticky especially behind the bar. 

“Gosh it’s been so busy these last few days.” You huff, putting your body into the scrubbing. Feeling all the sweat that drenched your back, neck and face. You felt disgusting to say the least. “Mm yeah but think about that early retirement.” He jokes causing you to laugh in response. “So true!” You perk up, glancing behind you, his eyes already locking with yours. 

He places his glass down and scrummages over to you. His hands snaked around your waist. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses the back of your head. You would normally lean into his touch but the sweat that enveloped all over you. You swiftly move away from him by turning around and taking his arms off of you. “I feel gross, babe.” You shake your head at his intentions.

“How come? You look ravishing.” His eyes darken along with his voice that laced with lust. “I’m so sweaty.” You whine, walking out from the bar to sit on one of the stools. “I feel like I just got dragged through mud.” You muster out, finally getting to sit down for the first time in 12 hours that day. 

“You’d still be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on covered in dirt head to toe.” He leans over the bar as you scoff, rolling your eyes at his cheesy choice of words. “It’s the truth.” He puts his hands up in defense. You sigh. “I would like a shower first.” You mumble. 

He observes you as your eyes wander around the building seeing if there was anything else for you to do before the both of you chose to go home. “It’s so quiet in here.” You suddenly mention the lack of noise. “Well it’s just the two of us in here.” He shrugs his shoulders. You give him a dirty look. “I mean the fact that there’s no little Powder running around here with Ekko. No Mylo antagonizing his siblings. Claggor just being along for the ride. Violet attempting to show Mylo how to flirt.” You explain with sadness traced in your tone of voice. 

“Hmph,” He snorted out a laugh remembering the children as young teenagers. “They were something.” He shakes his head. “I miss them living with us.” You pout, he groans at your words knowing what is going to be next. The both of you took the children in young. Felicia has Vi and Powder quite young. Being only 18 with little Violet and 23 with Powder. 

Vander’s the same age as Felicia as you were two years younger than the both of them. You didn’t meet them until after Violet was two years old. Now Vi is 23 and Powder is 18. You are now 39 and Vander is 41. 

“I’m just saying! I don’t have much time!” You exclaim, grasping at his hand, practically begging for a child. “Zaun is good, better than it ever has been. Let’s dooo ittttt.” You bounce your legs for extra effect in pleads. “Love, you’ve never wanted children of your own. Why now?” He raises his brows, now fully enclasping your hand with both of his. 

Your stomach flutters at the size difference between the both of you. You could never get over it, not even with the nearly 20 years of being with one another. “I just,” you frown before continuing. “With the children being older and like I mentioned it being quiet… I want someone to depend on me again. Those sweet little eyes as they ask me to help them.” Your face grows sour, tears stinging at the brim of your eyes. “This could be my last chance to have that. And you’ve never wondered what our baby would look like?” You ask him with puppy-dog eyes. “I miss the old times. Not just with the kids.” You mutter. 

“Of course I have, but if that’s how you feel, love… I’m sorry to tell you but I just can’t give you that. A baby with the way we work. And if you need someone to depend on you, I’ll be that for you. I’ll ask for more help, meaning like little things at home that I know you miss doing.” He massages your hand, kissing at it a few times. You purse out your lips, knowing he was right. 

“Are you okay?” He tilts his head, a few strands of hair falling in his face. You nod your head, not verbally responding though. He lets go of your hand and joins you on the stools. “I’m sorry you’re upset, my love. I never want to see your lips fall downwards.” He pulls you onto his lap and you look into his eyes. 

“I’ll be okay, I guess I’ll just have to be patient until we are blessed with grandchildren.” Your head falls against his chest, wrapping your arms around his large torso. “Hopefully that’s not anytime soon.” Vander smacks your thigh and you snicker. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You smile, you always loved how protective he was over your guys’ family. You feel your arousal thicken in your gut. Feeling needier. 

You have to remind yourself that you need to take a shower first. That’s what you told yourself. Even though your husband definitely does not care about you being sweaty. You care. 

“We could always… pretend like I’m going to give you children.” He whispers in your ear, your body tensing up. It’s like he felt your pussy flutter for him even though you both wore thick clothing and it wasn’t possible. “Mmm, that’s an idea.” You watch his thick, large hand sliding up and down the outside of your thigh. “Gonna let me do it right here, right now? Just like the old days?” He questions, he was breathing heavily down your neck causing the hairs there to stand up at the feeling. 

“Remember how we’d pretend there were people still. Go behind that counter and I’d fuck you from behind as you ‘took someone’s order.’ huh?” He knows all the right buttons to push when it comes to you. He knew what you couldn’t resist. He knew how to get you riled up like no one else. 

Your face was flushed as he reminded you of those moments you had before you even took the children in. That was such a long time ago you were surprised he remembered. “How ‘bout we try that out again?” He nibbles at the tip of your ear causing you to whine. 

“Van- shower first. I told you.” You rub yourself against him, spite of what you were saying. “You were just saying how you miss old times… Let me help you relive a few things.” His fingers now dipping in between your legs. The seam of the jeans you wore were sitting in the right place too. It was too much. 

“Please~” You moan, gripping onto his forearm that held your form. “Please what?” He asks.

“I-I need you.” You moved yourself so you were now sitting on one of his thighs. Looking right into his grey orbs. “What about that shower though?” He teases you, watching you ride against him. Only to pleasure yourself. How selfish. “Fuck the shower.” You grab him by the back of his neck, forcing him into a deep kiss. 

He laughs into the kiss, amused by how turned on you got just by his words. He knew you too well. 

You go to stop your hips so you could get up but he stops you. “Uh-uh, ride my leg until you cum, love.” He holds your hips down. You give him a pout. “Do it or I'll have the night end right here and we can just go to that shower and right to bed.” It was an empty threat. You knew that but listened to him nonetheless. Your pelvis planting down on him. You roll back and forth on him. 

“Fuck, love. You’re so gorgeous.” He coos, getting your hair out of your face. You pant as you focus on reaching your high, hearing his words only drenching your already soaked cunt. Going right through those jeans of yours and onto his black slacks. 

Your hands were grabbing onto the top of his thigh, close to his cock that twitched as it was trapped underneath his now tight pants. Just begging to be free. “I- hah!” You grunted, squeezing your thighs against his. “What is it? What do you have to say?” He inquires with a hint of mocking you. 

“Mmngg, I want to kiss you!” You breathe out, eyes squeezed shut due to how determined you were to release on your husband's enormous muscled thigh. 

“What’s the magic word?” His hand goes to your neck, pressing lightly. “Mean, ‘s mean,” you whimper. “Not the answer.” He tsks, bouncing his knee a little bit to throw you off. You cry out, hands flailing to his shirt. Clutching it tightly in between your fingers. 

“Please let me kiss you, please! I just want to kiss my husband.” You sob, opening your eyes for him to see how much you needed it. He thinks for a moment but decides to give you what you want. 

The hold on your neck only gets tighter as his lips embrace yours. He bites at your lip producing a gasp out of you so he can roughly stick his tongue in your mouth. His tongue battling against yours. You didn’t even try as he had already invaded your muzzle, exploring it like it was his home. 

As you feel yourself get closer you weigh down further onto him, your hips at a lively, unyielding pace. You pull away as your attention needs to go back to your own core. His hand on your throat now gripping, helping you even more. The tension in your chest and head growing. “Fuck.” It was almost inaudible exiting past your lips. 

“Mhm, you can do it. My wife is so persistent. Such a hell-bent little thing.” He purrs in your ear. “Hah! Mmm.” You groan out, holding his wrist that clutched at your pretty open neck. 

And then that explosion of fireworks in your tummy at last comes. Your hole creaming, joining your arousal juices. Only wetting yours and your husbands pants 

His hand breaks free from your airway, allowing you to breathe once more. You pant heavily against him. “Shit.” Your legs shake underneath you. “You have fun there?” He pokes at you, you glare up at him. “Shut up.” You spit, weakly standing up. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Vander raises a brow, grabbing your waist, stopping you from crouching down. “I-I’m going to give you a blow job?” You said in more of a inquisitive tone, confused on how it’s not obvious. “I never said I was done with you.” He stands up from the stool, lifting you up with ease. You yelp from the sudden move. 

He places you on the counter. “I’d like dinner first.” Even being on a tall bar counter he was still wavering over you. “Where people drink?!” You utter out, reminding him what people do on this very countertop. “I’ll clean it up. No one will ever know.” He rolls his eyes. 

Before you could even argue with him his hands are back on you. You subconsciously lift your hips up helping him undress you. “Never get over the sight of this cute girl.” He compliments your pussy. Your thighs squish together, hiding yourself only to be pried back open. 

Your hands were behind you to keep yourself fully propped up. “This position isn’t really comfortable, Vannie.” You mewl, the top of your tailbone was slightly hurting. “I’ll have to make this fast then won’t I?” He asks, not even looking up at your face as he sits back down. Sliding your butt as close to the edge of the counter as possible. 

He adjusted the chair so he was at face level with that pretty little pussy. 

His face diving in but not doing anything so he can take in your scent. Feeling like a feral animal. You would’ve been embarrassed by this if he hadn’t done it almost every day for the past 20 years. You rest your legs over his shoulders, ankles crossed over one another, trapping his head at your core. 

“Stop teasing, Vander.” You sternly tell him, glaring down at him since he decided he was going to take his time. His dilated pupils lift upwards, mouth hovering over your clit. “Is that any way to talk to your dear partner who only wants to take care of you?” He asks, his facial hair tickling you down there. 

You lay your back down on the cold wood. Ignoring him. 

He snickers, now kitten licking at your clit. Toying with it until he hears the squelch after a few more. His tongue swirls around the nub, kissing it every now and then. His strategy was purely for his own enjoyment. Your moans filled the building, echoing and bouncing off the walls. 

“Imagine we didn’t lock the door.” He comments. “Imagine someone walks in thinking we’re open. And you’re getting eaten out right in front of them.” His mouth reattaching to your cunny. 

Ambushing every nerve with pleasure. 

“Fuck! I ho-pe someone doesss!” Your hands go down to his hair, pulling out the bun. “Yeah, you’d like the attention.” He mumbles into you, the vibration shooting through you. 

“Mhm… mhm!” Your chest jolts upwards as his tongue swipes over your sensitive spot. “I n-need your fiiingers!” You wail, playing with his hair so you have something to pull on. Not having anything else around you. 

Your head was upside down off the other side of the counter. “Need ‘em where, love?” He irritatingly asks you. “I-inside! Inside!’ You squeal out, toes scrunching and your calves stretching out at the same time.

His right hand joins his mouth, entering a single digit into that drenching, achy hole. 

His cock screaming to be let free now. His pre-cum drooling onto his boxers. 

You clench around the single but large finger. He enters another before pumping them in and out. Curling every so often to hit that perfect spot inside. Your moans and whines keeping him going. His jaw was certainly going to be locked after this. 

He says random compliments you can’t even understand against your pussy. You didn’t even care enough to hear anyways. Feeling his mouth along with his fingers abusing you. 

“I- how? Fuck!” You scratch as his scalp, bringing one of your hands to your shirt, ripping the buttons off to open it.  You had a few others. 

You own hand kneads at your breasts. “C’mon, make me cum, make me cum!” You pant, chest heaving rapidly. “Almost there?” He watches you grope yourself. He leers gleefully. “Fuck yes!” You nod your head only to let it fall back down off the counter. 

His fingers fucking your skillfully, your cunt splashing liquid on him along with the floor. 

“Close ‘s close!” You grit through your teeth, rolling your hips on his face, bringing him closer to you with the back of your calf. Shoving his head onto you. 

“O-ooohh… mmmm….” It hits you softer than the first time surprisingly, but your cunny still spurts into Vander’s mouth. Your thighs shake against his head, your feet dropping tiredly. “That was so good, love. So proud of you.” He kisses your soft skin, lifting your thighs off of him letting your legs fall on either side of him. 

You breathe heavily, now feeling all the blood that rushed to your head from it being upside down. You sit yourself up, using your husband's shoulders to keep you from slipping forward. He undoes his belt, unbuttoning his pants to take his cock out. Still keeping his clothes up though. 

“C’mere.” He huffs out a laugh, standing up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. His hands are squeezing at the plush skin of your ass. 

He takes you to the inside of the bar, his cockhead poked at your entrance with each step. “Tired girl?” He hums out a question. You shake your head, disagreeing. “No, want more.” You rasp out. Humping your hips downwards against his dick. 

“Need you to help me first, prove how much you want me to fuck you.” He ambushes your neck with his licked lips. “I’ll do anything.” You whisper. 

“Good, here comes the guy who brings our stock.” Vander smirks, your eyes widen and you drop to the ground, hiding under the counter even though he already couldn’t see you by being down there. Vander steps as close as possible to you, his chest against the wood. 

His cock was free game to you. “Heyy Mick!” Vander cheerfully grins, not feeling you touch him just yet. He also knew that your pants and little panties were laid out on the ground, available for Mick to see. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Mick comes into the bar with a dollie of alcohol boxes. “Where’s the wife?” He asks, coming over to the counter. “Oh, she’s a little bit under… the weather tonight.” Vander lies. 

Your heart was raising at the fact that there was now another person in the bar after you had just came twice. Your view trapped in darkness besides the little bit of light that snuck past your husband's legs. His dick still sprung out for you to play with. 

Your pussy clenches around nothing, another realization that your pants were where you two once were moments ago. You silently prayed that Mick didn’t notice it. Your husband’s and your guys’ stocker’s conversation was tuned out. You couldn't focus on anything that was happening. 

Besides the fact that you were going to now get revenge on the person in front of you. Your hands go around his thick member. Dry rubbing him at first. You hear his hiss and you smile mischievously. Your thumb swiping across the slit covered in Vander’s own goo. 

Your hands let him go, as Vander talks his shoulders dropped disappointed only momentarily before your mouth replaces where your hands once were. He bites his lip trying not to show his expressions. 

Your muzzle takes him in all the way, nose almost touching his pelvic zone. You let him go before you gag, sucking on his tip. Your hand massages the base of his cock. 

You hear his voice falter just a tiny bit. “Where do you want them tonight, boss?” Mick asks, talking about the boxes of glass bottles filled with booze. “Just on the counter, Claggor and Mylo are opening in the morning. Gonna have them stock up.” Vander chuckles. Doing his best not to let his voice waver in the slightest. You tried your damnedest too. 

“Arighty.” Mick lifts the boxes up, continuing to talk to the owner of the bar, not knowing he was getting his dick sucked so good his knees were about to give out. 

Your other hand began to fondle his balls, now all three stimulates attacking him at once. Vander lets out a low grunt that luckily wasn’t heard from either of the people in the building. 

“I gotta get going, now. Good seeing ya! Hope to see [Name] next week!” Mick kicks out his dollie, rolling it out as Vander waves him goodbye. 

And as that door shuts, his mouth opens, letting out all the noises he couldn’t before. “Fuck, I almost had to shout at him to leave.” Vander groans, taking a fist full of your hair to fuck himself into your mouth. You moved your hand out of the way, grabbing onto his thigh for support. 

“Shit, such a doll for me.” He drags your mouth down his member before pulling you away by your hair. He steps back. “Stand up.” He motions. You crawl out from your spot, standing up before him. 

“Turn around.” He spins his pointer finger. 

He watches your ass jiggle with each step, his hands roughly bend you over. Your hands hitting the floor. “Need this.” He puffs out, shoving his dick inside your hole without warning. 

“So perfect for me, after all these years. It’s like the first time all over again.” He ruts into you forcefully. Your fingernails claw at the ground as he fucks into you at an unfathomable pace. 

“Take it like the fucking champ you are.” He smacks your ass causing you to scream out a moan. “Fucking you stupid, ain’t I?” He laughs, holding your hips. Each time you try to lift your torso up he rams into you, watching you fall back down each time. It was amusing. He enjoyed it every single time. 

“I asked you a question.” He slaps your ass again. 

“Y-yes! ‘Stupid, ‘s ‘stupid!” You cry out, your head shaking side to side as tears brim your eyelids. “Gonna cum again!” You shrill. 

“Yeah you are.” He pants, finally helping you up by bending down to grab you by your neck. Your back up against his stomach. “Who’s making you cum for the third time?” He asks, your ass bouncing back on his black slacks. There were white splatters all over his pants from tonight. “Y-you a-re!” You seeth, sucking in your own drool. 

“What’s my name?” He tightens his grip on your throat, you gasp out for air. Not able to answer as fast as he wants you to. His cock pistoning in and out of you. 

“What’d I ask?” His other hand holds your lower stomach, the pressure now pressing on his cock through your tummy. “I- u-um! V-vander!” You choke out. “That’s right, doll.” He lets go of your neck but still keeping you close as he continues to fuck you. 

“Gonna fuck my seed into you, maybe there’s a chance you’ll get that baby.” He snorts out a laugh, thrusting into you. Your eyes roll back into your head. “Cummingggnghah!!” You shriek, your hands behind you, gripping onto his shirt. 

“H-huh- same.” He breathes heavily, getting a little slower and sloppier. His tip oozing out inside of you. Your walls spasm around him leading a domino effect, Vander fully plunged inside of you as he lets his semen shoot inside you. Your jaw slacks open at the feeling.

You wiggle yourself against him, trying to get as much of him as possible. He pushes the both of you forward, you lean over the wooden counter. A box hiding your face from the door. 

“Holy shit…” You quietly whined, your legs were shaking and very weak. Barely keeping yourself standing. His slips out of you, letting the mixture of yours and his cum drop to the ground from your cunny. 

“You took me so well. So good every time.” He praises you, rubbing your back. 

Afterwards he takes you to your shower, water already running. You sat on the floor waiting for him in the hot water as he cleaned up your guys’ mess the two of you made.

[janeyseymour]

Drunk Actions, Sober Thoughts

Summary: Janine's end of the school year party gets a little out of hand- handsy.

WC: ~3.2k

You’ve been a teacher at Abbott Elementary for a few years now, teaching alongside Gregory Eddie as a first grade teacher. And because you’re grade-level partners with one of the  more infamous teachers at the school, you become friends with that group- the group of teachers who tend to be a bit more outspoken and have more of an in with the, at times inconsistent and slightly ridiculous, principal.

You weren’t always a part of that group, but after a couple of months, they began to welcome you with open arms. The one teacher that took you under her wing the most was none other than South Philly Princess Melissa Schemmenti. The rough and tough, often hard to read, leather jacket and eyeliner wearing badass of the school grew close to you quickly once you showed her that you were here to stay.

You don’t even really understand why she took to you the way that she did, but you aren’t complaining. It’s much better to be on her good side rather than her bad side. Although, you would dare to say that she doesn’t have a bad side; she always looks phenomenal.

Because you have this in with the iconic group of Abbott Elementary, you manage to get yourself an invitation to the “party of the century” as Janine Teagues is putting it.

“You’re going, right?” Melissa asks you at lunch.

You chuckle. “Of course I’m going.” Then you lean in closer to her and Barbara. “If only to watch those two-“ You point to Janine and Gregory flirting. “-finally get their shit together.”

Barbara smirks knowingly. “I have a feeling they will.”

“One can only hope,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “They need to get their heads out of their asses and just fuck already.”

“Melissa!” the kindergarten teacher scolds as she smacks her friend’s hand.

The redhead can only shrug. She stands by what she uttered.

You just nudge the woman beside you before closing up your container and standing. “And on that note,” you laugh. “I actually do have some final things I have to finish up in the classroom, so I’ll see you all tonight.”

You leave with a small wave and a smile, and as you turn to go, Melissa’s eyes don’t leave your body.

“Girl,” Barbara’s deep voice pulls the redhead out of her trance. “You got it bad for her.”

Green eyes are rolled so hard that the kindergarten teacher is shocked they don’t get stuck that way. “I do not.”

“I have a feeling Gregory and Janine aren’t going to be the only ones who get it together tonight,” is all the kindergarten teacher mutters to her best friend.

“Oh please,” Melissa groans. “And even if I did have a thing for her, which I do not, it’d never happen. Ain’t no way a young thing like that would want… this.”

Barbara almost quips about how she’s caught you hanging onto every word that Melissa says, how your eyes rarely leave her figure when she isn’t looking, how you tend to follow her around like a lost puppy dog. But she doesn’t. Instead, Barb just shrugs.

The two older women of the friend group show up to Janine’s house an hour early to help get the place in order. And oh is it a good thing they did, at least that’s what they think. In reality, the second grade teacher had planned for that- the life of poor Janine. But they manage to get the small apartment ready in time for the party to begin.

And quietly, Barbara Howard tells herself that she’s going to play matchmaker. She’ll get Gregory and Janine together as much as possible, and she’s also going to attempt to get you and her work wife to finally see what’s going on between the two of you.

A drunk Melissa tends to be a more confident (not that she could get much more confident than she already is) and affectionate person than a sober Melissa. But in order for the redhead to get to that place of feeling good, Land Barbara knows that she’s going to have to let Sea Barbara out of her cage. So right as guests begin to arrive, the kindergarten teacher pours two shots and hands one to her work wife. The two take them in tandem, and then Barbara is mixing up two cocktails- strong cocktails.

“Jesus, Barb,” the second grade teacher grimaces as she wipes the little droplet that dribbled down her chin. “Are you tryin’ to get Sea Barbara to come out?”

The kindergarten teacher just gives an innocent smile, points to the cup, and takes another large swig of her own drink. Melissa follows. 

By the time that you show to the little apartment, the party is in full swing. Janine lets you in with a smile, Gregory by her side. You give your grade-level partner a curious look, but he shakes his head subtly.

“Come in! Come in!” the second grade teacher is all grins. “The- the party got a little hectic, and not everyone is in their assigned places, but… it’s a party!”

You just chuckle and thank Janine for hosting as you step inside. Your eyes scan the place, and in the center of the dance floor is that vibrant red hair that you were hoping to see. She’s… wow. And Barbara is right next to her dancing with a cardboard cutout of… why is Barbara dancing with a cardboard cutout of Allen Iverson?

Despite your confusion about what is taking place in the center of the room, you make your way over.

“Hey, hey,” you yell over the loud music.

“Oh my God!” Melissa yells as she practically throws herself at you. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Had dinner with my mom,” you chuckle as you hold her in your arms. Wow. She gives good hugs. And despite the fact that she’s very hot from dancing in such a small space, she smells incredible. “But I’m here now!”

“Yes you are!” Green eyes scan over your outfit, and you can’t help but notice the way that her gaze lingers on the deep neckline of your shirt. “Wow. You look incredible!”

The lights are dim enough that the redhead hopefully can’t see the blush that creeps into your cheeks. You thank God for that one.

“Barb!” Melissa taps her friend. “Look! My girl finally made it!”

Her girl? You hope that your surprise at that title doesn’t show on your face. You just smile and wave to the kindergarten teacher who already seems to be quite inebriated.

“We gotta get you a drink!” the second grade teacher grins. She’s pulling you off towards the drink section before you can even figure out what’s happening.

“Here,” Melissa pours you a rum and coke and shoves it into your hand before you can politely decline the offer.

“Oh,” you chuckle softly. “I wasn’t really planning on drinking tonight… have breakfast with my dad tomorrow morning, and don’t wanna show up too hungover.”

The redhead nods along before reaching for the solo cup and taking a sip of her own concoction. She screws her eyes shut tightly as she swallows. “Damn, I made that strong.”

You roll your eyes before taking the beverage back into your hand and taking a small sip. “Oh my…” you suck in a breath. “Wow, Mel.”

She shrugs with a smile before taking you back into the center of the party. The crowd is mostly people you know, but there are a few unfamiliar faces, or faces that maybe you weren’t quite expecting to be here.

After you ask who one person is, you find yourself being tugged alongside Melissa as she introduces you to those that you aren’t very aware of who they are. It’s hard for you to focus though, because the redhead keeps a warm hand on the small of your back almost the entire time, and whenever someone gets a bit too close to you for her liking, Melissa pulls you flush against her. Each time she does that, her grip gets just the slightest bit tighter on you. It really wouldn’t take that much more to just… lean over and kiss her cheek, or have her kiss yours. You find yourself wishing that’s what would happen, but it never does.

It also catches your attention that she almost always introduces you to everyone as ‘her girl’. You hate to admit it, but you practically glow each and every time she calls you that. You hope you aren’t being too obvious in your feelings for the redhead beside you. Even if you are though, you’re fairly certain that you’re the only relatively sober one here, and then woman clinging to you is beyond hammered at this point.

“My girl,” Melissa nearly purrs as she takes a sip from the red cup that you’ve been carrying around for her. “Thanks for holding my drink, babe.”

“Babe?” you raise your brow with a laugh.

The redhead just shrugs with a grin and shoots you a wink. She finishes it off, sets the cup on the counter, and then she’s pulling you back into the center of the party- the dance floor.

Her hands are all over your body as you dance. They find their way to your back, your hips, and then you feel a hand slip into the back pocket of your jeans as she pulls you closer.

“Mel,” you gasp out in surprise.

She pulls her hand out of your pocket immediately. “Sorry, I- sorry.”

“Eh, don’t be,” you smile at her. If she’s going to touch you, now is the time. She won’t remember it tomorrow, and it’s not like this will ever happen again. “I know I have a great ass, and the only person I would want touching it is you.” You delicately take her hand and put it back where it was.

Melissa’s perfectly drawn on brows creep up her forehead ever so slightly before she resumes her dancing.

From a few paces over, Barbara clocks that act, and she shoots the cameraman an impressed look before going back to dancing with a cardboard Allen Iverson. 

All good things must come to an end, and after about an hour of having the woman of your dreams pressed up against you tightly, practically grinding on you with her hand in your back pocket and squeezing gently from time to time, the party begins to die out. People begin to say their goodbyes, Janine is starting to clean things up, and you see that it’s probably your cue to start heading home for the night. You glance at the clock on the wall, and it’s nearing two in the morning.

The redhead still right by your side, holding onto your arm, whines slightly when the music goes off. She doesn’t extract her hand from your pocket though.

“I think it’s about time we start heading out,” you chuckle gently.

“But I’m having a great time,” Melissa mumbles against your neck.

Your cheeks once again heat up at feeling her hot breath against your skin. Still, you shake your head, and you glance over to Barbara who is attempting to find her shoes that she discarded long ago.

“Barb, how are you getting home?”

“Oh I called Gerald,” the kindergarten teacher promises you.

“Can I hitch a ride?” Melissa asks her work wife. “I don’ wanna get into an Uber like this.”

Barbara, who would usually always take her best friend home, shakes her head though. “Melissa, I am exhausted, and I need to get to bed. I’m sure Y/N will take you home though, right dear?”

You nod. “Yeah, I can take Mel back,” you smile. “Not a problem at all.”

The redhead, in her drunken state, just grins and kisses your cheek before sticking her tongue out at her work wife. “Hear that, Barbie? I don’ need you to give me a ride- not when I have my girl here with me.”

The lights of course turn on before the blush dissipates from your cheeks, and there’s a small stain of where Melissa had kissed your cheek.

“Alright, Mel, let’s start heading out, yeah?” you chuckle softly.

Her hand only leaves your back pocket briefly to hug Barb goodbye, and then it’s slipped right back to where it’s been for the last hour. “You ready to take me home?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Let’s go, hun.”

You get her to your car, and then when she struggles with the buckle, you can’t help the slight giggle that escapes your lips. She turns to you with a pout.

“Oh, don’t do that,” you laugh softly. With ease, you clip the seatbelt. “Alright, Mel. You gotta direct me.”

She gets you back to her house with ease, although you can’t help but be the slightest bit distracted because while her hand isn’t resting in your back pocket anymore, it’s sitting on your knee and every once in a while glides up to your thigh. Her thumb rubs circles on your jeans warmly, and you can feel her gaze on you.

You pull in to her driveway and smile at her softly.

“I don’t want tonight to end,” Melissa sighs quietly. “Would you want to come in?”

Silently, you turn the key to turn your car off and climb out. You’re at her side a few seconds later, opening the door and holding out a hand to help her out of the car.

The two of you walk up to her house hand in hand, and then Melissa is pulling her keys from her purse. She fumbles with the lock for a few seconds, and then when she pulls the keys out of the lock, she drops them. 

You lean down to pick them up, and when you stand back up, her lips are on your own. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to your body, but the second it does, you’re kissing her back. It’s only a few seconds, but it’s everything you could’ve imagined and more. But you know she’s nowhere near sober.

“Melissa,” you whisper.

Her hand cups your cheek and pulls you in again. You can taste the rum that she was drinking earlier on in the night, but you can’t find yourself to care. Despite the fact that your brain is screaming at you to stop kissing a drunk Melissa, you can’t stop. 

She pushes the door open, and before you know it, you’re pinned up against the wall, and her lips are hungrily on your neck, teeth just barely grazing your collarbone. Her hands and wandering all over your body.

When you realize that she isn’t going to stop any time soon, you know you have to put your foot down. You’re not about to cross a boundary- not when she’s absolutely hammered.

“Mel, you gotta-” You sigh softly. “You gotta stop.”

“I don’t want to,” she whines.

You pull her face away from your chest gently. “And I don’t want you to, but… you’re not in the right state of mind.”

“I’m in the perfect state of mind,” the redhead tells you. “I- I want you.”

“Not like this,” you tell her firmly. “Not when you’re hammered out of your mind. I’m not going to take advantage of you like this.”

“You wouldn’t be,” she continues to try to convince you to keep going.

You shake your head. “Mel, I- I care about you a lot. I don’t want you making a mistake that you aren’t going to want to face tomorrow.”

“It ain’t a mistake,” she tells you. “I been into you since you started workin’ at Abbott. Just didn’t think you’d be into this.”

“Oh, I am,” you chuckle, and you feel the red in your ears, your cheeks, and your chest. “But I think that maybe we should talk about this later… not while you’re drunk.”

“Drunk words and actions are sober thoughts,” Melissa tells you.

You roll your eyes. “I know, hun. I know. But I- I think we need to have a real conversation about this tomorrow.”

“Fine,” the redhead pouts. “But I still don’t want this night to end.”

You smile at her softly. “Why don’t we just hang out then?”

She nods against you, and she pulls you up to her bedroom.

“Melissa.”

“Not for that,” she waves you off. “Just want to change, figured you would want to change too.” She throws a tee and shorts your way.

You make your way to the bathroom and change before knocking on the bedroom door before entering. When you walk in, Melissa is propped up in her bed and scrolling on her phone.

You sit next to her, and your coworker rolls her eyes. “You don’t gotta be so stiff. I ain’t gonna try nothin’ right now. Just want to relax.”

You sigh softly, but you move slightly closer to her. You set your alarm just in case you end up falling asleep here, and then you set your phone down.

“I really do like you, you know. I don’t just want sex from you,” Melissa tells you. “Just needed some liquid courage.”

“I believe you,” you yawn out quietly. “Just don’t want you making a decision while you’re in this state.”

“See, and that’s what I love about you,” the redhead sets her phone down, takes her glasses off, and lays herself down. “You’re you- warm, sweet, considerate, caring… stunning to look at.”

“Get some sleep,” you chuckle softly.

Melissa yawns. “Don’t go tonight though.”

“I won’t,” you promise. “But I do have to slip out early tomorrow morning to meet my dad, so please don’t be concerned if I have to leave before you wake up.”

“I won’t,” your coworker says sleepily. Her eyes close, and she’s sound asleep within minutes.

The next morning, you wake up before your alarm. Your body is practically underneath Melissa- her arms are wound around your waist tightly, her head rests on your chest, and there’s a smile on her lips as she sleeps. It’s hard to tell where her body ends and yours begins.

You shimmy slightly just to turn off your alarm so it doesn’t wake her. Gently, so gently, you untangle yourself from her and slip out of the bed. You gather your things as quietly as you can, and you somehow manage to make your way out of the bedroom without waking her.

Once you’re in the living room, you manage to find a pad and pencil and write her a short, but sweet, note.

I had to slip out to meet my dad for breakfast, but I’ll come by after. We can talk then, because I really do want to talk about the things that happened last night. 

You sign your name with a scrawled out heart, and then you exit the house, mind swirling with what journey you could possibly be embarking on with the redhead of your dreams if she was serious about the things she said last night. 

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[bengals-barnesbabe]

Not Future... Now

MDNI 18+ | Imagine Joe seeing you holding someone’s baby and losing all sense of mind at the thought that maybe, just maybe, that baby could be his one day.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: releasing some old drafts, enjoy babe. also not proofread :)

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Joe’s been having a certain recurring thought lately. It shows up in his dreams or when he’s in the gym or on the field. He’s tried to brush it off; it’s too vulgar to say out loud, but it won’t go away. He felt ashamed for it always being on his mind, especially at work- if any of the guys knew what he was thinking about at practice, he would probably quit and never show his face again. But at the same time, it feels so natural for him to think about it. Especially right now.

Nothing else was on his mind while you were cuddled up against him, watching some random action movie on Netflix. He stopped focusing on the screen the second you pushed your ass onto his crotch to ‘get comfy,’ if anything, you knew exactly what was on his mind and were torturing him for fun. 

But you were as oblivious as you could be, eyes glued to the TV screen. 

Oblivious to how easy it would be for him to just push your silk shorts off the swell of your fat cheek, move the elastic barrier of your cute panties to the side and slide his cock through your plump folds. 

Oh, what he’d do to hear that first shocked gasp turn into a sweet, inevitable moan as you take him in deeper. You would try to question the abrupt action only to sink further into his chest and succumb to the pleasure he’s giving you until ropes of his cum fill your womb.

Instead, he settles the thoughts in his mind and tries to refocus his mind on the car chase in front of him instead of the sweet scent of your vanilla perfume. The sultry scent he can’t live without, something so you that bakeries and cafes remind him of the woman he gets to come home to every day. But there’s something so satisfying about that scent on your soft brown skin that has him clutching every part of your body he can get his hands on. Your thick thighs that look beautiful around him, that delectable neck his head fits perfectly in, and his current favorite: the soft layer of fat on your lower belly. Ever since he started having those dreams, he hasn’t taken his hands off your small pooch. Unconsciously, he’ll caress your tummy for as long as you let him. 

He could tell you didn’t like it at first. He understood you were feeling self-conscious about it, so he reassured you that he adored every part of your body the same during a long, hot love-making session. Now, you don’t give him a second look when his hands start roaming from your waist down. 

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After spending all day caring for other people’s kids as a nanny, you eagerly joined your boyfriend of 2 years on the couch for a mandatory cuddle session. You put on the movie Baby Driver and relaxed into Joey’s chest as his arms pulled you closer. 

About halfway through the movie, his hands started moving down into the waistband of your shorts and settled on your tummy. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was as relaxed as you were. Recently, this has been his favorite resting position, with you against his chest and him caressing your belly. It took you a while to fully embrace your figure, but if it weren’t for Joey, you wouldn’t realize just how much there was to love about it. He loved every dimple and roll and made sure you did, too.

However, there was something different about the way his hands touched you. Most of the time, he liked to lightly squeeze and massage the fat, which was very nice when it was that time of the month. But right now, he was just slowly rubbing on it. No light tugs and squishes, no drawing random shapes or doodles on the skin, just rubbing his hand over it. 

“Joey…” You whisper, trying to look back at him but failing thanks to his face lying cozy in your neck.

“Mhm?” He mumbles softly. 

“What are you doing?” 

You feel a grin grow on his lips. “What are you doing?” 

Rolling your eyes, you place a hand on his, seizing the motions on your stomach. “I asked you first.”

He hums and pecks up your neck to your ear. “I’m thinking.” His voice makes you shiver then he begins to kiss and suck on the sweet spot behind your lobe.

“Wha-what are you thinking about?” 

A light chuckle vibrates through his lips as he resumes the light touches on your stomach. “You.” 

“What about me? I’m right here.” You giggle as he shoves his face back in the crook of your neck.

“You really wanna know?” His voice’s so muffled you can barely understand him.

You shuffle your body so you’re underneath him and can finally see his sweet blue eyes. “Yes, I wanna know.”

He smirked and used one hand to stabilize himself above you, then leaned down to your lips. “You asked for it.” He whispers with a peck on your lips. Then he shifts down and plants open-mouth kisses on your collarbone. 

“I’ve been thinking about our future-

He lifts on his knees and unbuttons your silk top.

“About what’s next for you and me-

Bring his lips back down and suck minor bruises from your sternum to your belly button, all while keeping his eyes on your face. “Mmmm, Joey.”

“And I’m reminded of it every day when you send me pictures of you at work.” He growls, coming up to press a deep kiss on your lips. He barely gives you time to react before pulling away to suck on your sweet spot again. “I wanna get you pregnant.”

“What?” You moan, half in surprise and half in pleasure. 

“Can’t stop thinking about you full of me, walking around showing everyone who you belong to. Can’t you see it, baby?” He pulls your leg around his waist and lays his full weight down on you. 

“Joe.” Your eyes widen as your groins rub against each other, his bulge now very apparent. “Holy fuck- have you been...

“Hard this entire time? No.” He pauses to suck more bruises onto your chest. “Just can’t help it, baby. I have this stunning woman with a beautiful body just waiting for me to knock her up.” 

“Oh.” You moan as he pulls the cups of your bra down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. “Joey, you can’t just say that.”

His flat tongue licking up your sensitive peaks makes your hips jolt up, and hands pull at his hair.  

“Fuck baby, you can’t do that.” He groans, grinding his hips against yours. He switches over to your other nipple with his tongue and tugs and twists with his hand to give both stimulation. Your breaths quicken as your moans get louder, your panties being soaked with your arousal. He gives your sensitive nipple one last harsh suck, then kisses back up to your lips. 

“You don’t know what you do to me, baby. Y’know how much you mean to me? Y’know how much I can depend on you?” He mumbles between kisses. Your hips and lips continue to mingle until you abruptly push him up, making his arms hold his weight hovering over you. 

“What did you say?”

Making him horny and sappy is one thing, but the last one has nothing to do with you. 

“Joe, what do you mean you can depend on me?” Sure, it's a far-fetched theory, but suddenly, he connects his desire to have a child with how his team is currently doing. But it’s a theory nonetheless.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He sighs, dropping his head to kiss yours. Dismissal and Ignorance.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant so you have someone always to support you and never disappoint you, unlike your team?” You question, dodging the way he dips down to your neck.

He groans. “Y/n, are fucking serious right now?” There’s practically no space between your wide eyes and his scrunched face.

“I’m not having a baby with you just because your defense sucks.” 

His face morphs into a smirk while he licks his lips. Then he leans into your ear. “No, you’re gonna have my baby because you like to walk around here in tiny ass shorts while talking about other peoples’ kids. I want you to have my baby because I can’t go one minute without thinking about how goddamn gorgeous you’d look knocked up, waddling around my house.” He pronounces each word as husky and breathily as the last, sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’m going to get you pregnant because you’re mine, and nothing makes me hornier than the thought of my girl having my kid. Anything else you wanna say, princess?”  He says, sliding your shorts off and throwing your fallen leg over his waist. 

“N-no!” You choke out as his finger traces your sopping folds.

“No, what?” He teases your entrance while his lustful, blown-out pupils watch your silent whimpers.

“No daddy, I need you.” Joe wastes no time removing his sweats and hooking your legs around him.

“Yea? Good, I need to feel you around my cock right now.” He groans, sucking in a breath as his dick glides against your sopping folds.

"Joey?" You take his face in your hands, pulling him down.

"Yeah, gorgeous." He pecks your forehead, gazing into your pretty lustfilled eyes.

Leaning up to peck his swollen lips, you whispered softly. "Please breed me."

His eyes widened, "Jesus Christ, woman," then he sunk into you.

[gojoscinnamonroll]

i wish i could forget what you did last december...

cw: sukuna angst, no comfort, mentions of death & infidelity, sfw

it was december 23rd, and you were laying in bed moping over your first love, ryomen sukuna. it had been a year since you and your ex had called it quits, and it doesn't help that you've known the stubborn and selfish boy your whole life.

the two of you had always been inseparable since a young age despite your differences. he first came up to you at the park at the age of 5 when you were bawling your eyes out because your doll had broken it’s arm and offered you his robot toy. "tch. stop crying and take this, have it. you shouldn't cry, it makes you look weak." the bratty little boy extending an arm out to you to hand you the toy. "what are you playing anyway?" sniffling and taking the robot from his hands, you gave him a toothy grin telling him how you were playing castle.

and since that moment, the two of you were always together everywhere. all through out the school years and even into university. always at each other's houses every weekend and sometimes, for days on end. and when the holiday season came around every year? you two were practically attached at the hip. christmas was never really his thing— mostly because he didn’t understand what a big deal it was, but he knew how special it was to you so he was always by your side to celebrate with and for you. along the way, maybe sometime during one of the many decembers spent together over the years, you both had realized the feelings for each other were deeper than you both thought. however, the romantic feelings grown for each other always ended up being suppressed due to one factor— fear.

when sukuna had lost his parents during his third year, it was hard on him and it took a toll on him mentally. he had basically moved in with your family. taking care of him, giving him a place to stay, and giving him comfort. for that, (though he would never say it) he was eternally grateful but he lived in terror of letting you know his true feelings for you because he thought that in this sick and twisted world, if he was loud about what he loved, the world would take that away.

eventually, sukuna did overcome his worry for his love for you, confessing how he felt at a temple in the winter and was just as relieved when you admitted your mutual warmness for him. your relationship with him began blossoming beautifully, healing him from the pain and darkness he was fighting prior, and as if you two weren't already entwined enough, it was increased tenfold.

"we belong together. you know that? you are not to ever leave me woman. i would not know this thing called life without you.” leaving a kiss on your forehead as he embraced you. "yeah yeah, think we knew that from the start when you gave me your robot toy when you were a bratty little kid." you giggled as you hugged him tighter and he rolls his eyes hiding the slight blush on his cheeks.

until one night when attending a christmas eve party, you got up to grab another drink and came back to a scene that shattered your heart into pieces just like the glass that slipped from your hand... he was kissing somebody else??? arms around the other like nothing?? "i- i don't understand? did he just forget about me? w-what.." your heart and mind racing a million thoughts at once, but you did know one thing for sure... to get the hell out of there. you grabbed your stuff, tears falling from your eyes uncontrollably as you called a friend to come pick you up and take you home since he was the one that drove and you were already a few drinks in.

when you got home, you didn't even bother to call or text him because of all the sadness and rage you were spewing out. you were also a very emotional person, so you knew speaking to him in this state of mind was going to get you nowhere. drained from all the events of the night, you passed out on your bed and woke up the next morning with 50 missed calls, 20 text messages from sukuna and a knock on the door of your apartment. you opened the door automatically knowing who it was and told him, “it’s over ryomen. you can have her. don’t ever contact me again. forget about me. we clearly don’t belong together.” he tried to hold the door open with force to prevent you from closing it, in hopes you would hear him out. "listen, it was a mistake, you have to hear me-" you cut him off. "go away. i don't want to hear what lame made-up, kiss butt, sorry excuse you got." you said coldly and slammed the door in his face, all the memories from the night prior replaying in your mind as you sobbed on your cold floor.

it was difficult for the two of you to deal with. not only because it was over between you and your boyfriend, but also because it was the end of a friendship with your best friend that you’ve known since forever. you struggled with accepting it was true but you knew you should’ve also known better because he was a mess. a beautiful one at that, one that only you could understand. difficult for him because he thought that the universe and world was being cruel to him all over again for taking what he loved the most and what all he’s ever known away from him again. but maybe it was time for the two of you to go your own ways and discover that maybe there was more to this world than just the two of you.

so once you’ve finally came around to that conclusion, deciding maybe it was time to start seeing other people and probably give your heart to someone else, find somebody special who is not him, hoping it would save you from tears and more heartache. you tried it. over and over. but nobody could ever get you or know you like he did. so you just gave up. and you hated it even more that this had happened during your favorite holiday which sukuna knew it was.

which brings you to where you are now, wondering how sukuna is doing even though you knew you shouldn’t. you couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried. after all, he was your soulmate, your childhood best friend, the one who helped you through it all. as you lay on your bed staring at the lights of your christmas tree, deep in thought, you shed a few burning tears as you cried out, “damn it ryo, why the hell did you have to ruin everything last december, you know this is the time of year we are supposed to do everything together. you broke my heart with no warning, left me a freaking mess, you-“

you hear a knock on your door and wiped your tears away with your sweater sleeve as you sat up in your bed. “who could be out there in the middle of a snowstorm right now??” you thought as you open the door to see him standing before you. “apologies for pestering you at a time like this. mind if i come in?”

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Old Habits Don't Die | Hoshina Soshiro

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

genre: fluff/a lil romance/slowburn/enemies to lovers

summary: your childhood enemy still gives you a hard time even after all these years.

wc: 3k

Taglist: @adimelymanner @soshirohoshinasimp @istarluvx @hoshinasblade

“Mrs. Yuki! Soshiro stole my building blocks again!” A voice yelled out. It did not take much to depict the clear annoyance and irritation that were laced into the cry. And if it wasn't obvious enough that you were moments away from lashing out on the other kid, the deep frown on your face served the purpose of further indicating your strong emotions of anger.

“They don't belong to ya!” Soshiro claimed boldly, completely disregarding the possible threat you would turn into, and continued to dangle the red pieces just slightly out of your reach. It was in that moment where you felt deep sympathy for bulls and learned to understand how seeing a simple color could drive on to go such lengths.

Kindergarten was supposed to be a place free from complications and pressure, for the children at least, yet you found yourself in a solid cloud of stress constantly. The source of your worrying state being no other than Hoshina Soshiro.

"You can't hog the animal plushies, you have to share them, Soshiro!”

“So that they end up stinking like ya?? "No way!"

The boy's snarky remarks were often followed by a rude motion of similar disrespect. Darting out his tongue and giving you nasty grimaces have become an everyday occurrence. You have thought about smacking him too many times, more than you would like to admit but you refused to lower yourself to his antics.

Besides the constant nagging and stealing, Soshiro loved to call you names. Pigtails had turned into a bad word when taken into his mouth and it has even come so far that he no longer used your name and rather referred to you by your hairstyle.

You sat neatly tucked in one of the reading corners, the world but just a mere background sound to you. The picture book held images that you have never seen before, it was deeply interesting. Caught up in the moment and feelings, you did not notice the malicious source approaching you.

By the time you took notice of his presence it was already too late.

Soft hands reached out for your pigtails, slightly pulling you up by the hair. The motion was more sudden than painful, yet you still let out a loud scream. Almost immediately, one of the caretakers came to your aid and you wasted no time telling them about Hoshinas' antics.

He was sentenced to 15 minutes in the corner after.

A sly, almost triumphant smile sat on your lips, watching the boy finally get the punishment he deserved. And of course you did not fail to show him your jolliness.

“Serves you right!” You cheerfully exclaimed, tongue darted out to give him a taste of his own medicine. The boy simply rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“All ya do is cry cry cry, that's no fun!” It appeared that Soshiro was more upset about you ending his antics before he could even start, rather than having to carry out the punishment. His eyes sat on yours for a while, as if he was trying to communicate something, but then he returned his gaze to the corner for good.

The day went on, and to your surprise, Soshiro did not even think about approaching you. The moments felt peaceful and calm, yet something was missing. Once again, you found yourself in a play corner, building towers that were meant to reach great heights. A figure approached you and it was no other than Mrs. Yuki.

“The tower looks amazing, Y/n!” She cheered you on, earning a smile from you.

“Without Soshiro here, I can make it even higher than before!” You cheerfully chimed.

“True, at last there is peace. But it must also be boring without him, right?” She suddenly suggested

“Not at all! Soshiro is sooo noisy, like a goose! I'm glad that he is no longer around to bother me.” You said firmly, standing your ground. The woman simply chuckled, her hands finding themselves in your hair to give it a strong ruffle.

She had a certain look in her eyes, one you found yourself unsure of. Then she left.

Whatever they told Soshiro after getting out of the corner had a strong effect on the boy for the remaining day. He stopped bothering or insulting you and when he had to start a conversation, he made sure to address you by your proper name. The newly established peace felt great for a while, but as the day moved on, it began to bore you out indeed. You missed the old dynamic and how he used to enthusiastically approach you just to get on your nerves again– but of course you would never admit that.

Did you break him? The Soshiro who was known as the powerhouse of your kindergarten group?

A subtle frown accompanied you on your way to the front door where your mother was waiting for you for pick up. Once again, you were so deep in thought that you did not notice the kid that was running right at you.

And then you felt someone harshly pull on your pigtails.

“Soshirooo!” You started crying and Mrs. Yuki already came to your aid to comfort you.

The boy topped off his harassment by showing you the nastiest expression known by a child, or mankind, his tongue spitting at you from a distance.

Old habits unfortunately never die.

After that day, he was put into a different kindergarten group, to no one's surprise. You still saw him every now and then but it never came to any big interactions besides on excursions. But even then, the caretakers made sure that you stayed unbothered by him.

The moments of silence soon turned into solid years. You almost forgot what it felt like, to experience true anger during elementary and middle school. Of course there were some pesky and annoying peers every here and there but none of them had the unfortunate effect that Soshiro had on you. Thus, life remained livable until you reached the academy.

Like a vicious circle everything fell back into place, the insults, the bickering, the testing of your patience– it was like a bad joke that repeated itself over and over again.

“Students are not allowed to use the training rooms on the third floor, they are strictly reserved for the higher ranked students. It's written in the student manual, very hard to skip, unless you don't read it of course..” You spat sternly, the last part coming out as a mocking whisper. You took your job as a student council member as serious as ever and especially Soshiro got to feel the abuse of your powers.

“Calm down, Pigtails.” He replied, not even looking at you as he continued with his stretching.

“Literally nobody cares besides ya and yer stupid manual book. The training rooms downstairs are too crowded– and besides, the higher ranked students barely come up here.”

Whenever you tried to use rules and order on this guy, Soshiro would simply disregard you. It was a constant back and forth with the man, a nightmare that you desperately hoped to escape one day..

11 years later…

“We should get the report back soon.” Okonogi said, a soft smile twirling on her lips as she looked up at you. You nodded your head, exercising one last bow before exiting the room.

You had just started your job at the Defense Force, specifically, as the operations Vice Leader for the Third Division alongside Okonogi.

Today is going to be another all nighter You thought and sighed.

It has always been your dream to secure this position and after hard training and lots of extra studying you finally made it.

Your eyes scanned through the countless files in your hands, trying to figure out which one you should tackle first.

It was a habit of yours, (one you desperately tried to get rid off) blending out everything and everyone around you the moment your eyes fell on a text. You walked in wonky motions, shadowing as many passages as possible before reaching your destination. To your luck, the last time you checked (two minutes ago) the hallway was empty.

It was peaceful all around you, so much that you even began to humm a melody. But what pulled you back into reality was the sharp pain that suddenly spread through your skull, inflicted by a flick to your forehead.

“Watch it, Pigtails.” A light, yet cocky voice suddenly spoke into the silence.

What the..

Your body froze over from head to toe, all senses on high alert. The man who made the comment simply kept walking, not even bothering with your presence. All that remained of him was the soft tone of his voice in the back of your head and the burning feeling his fingers had left behind on your head.

“Soshiro..?”

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All night was spent thinking about the black haired individual and the memories you were taken back to. The Hoshina Soshiro, the child who made your childhood a mess and caused you stress beyond imagination, he was now working at the exact same place you applied for. What a joke.

Since you both went to Tokyo Neutralization University, you figured that he was going to walk down this path but to end up at the exact same Division..that was simply your bad luck.

Those thoughts accompanied you throughout the remaining day– and their weight was evident on your face. Okonogi took notice of the change in your usually cheerful demeanor and wasted no time in addressing the matter.

“Is all well? You seem a little out of it today.” Her voice sat laced in concern and worry.

“Oh yes, no worries please. It’s just..I think I ran into an old acquaintance of mine yesterday. Here in the building. Haven't seen him in a while and we go like, wayyy back.” The chuckle that left your lips was drenched in awkwardness and discomfort. You placed a strong emphasis on the words acquaintance, refusing to refer to him as enemy or bully to not create a misunderstanding.

Okonogi shook her head in an understanding manner before returning her attention back to her screen.

“Sounds great. Why not talk to him and ask how he has been? I'm sure he was just as surprised to see you again.”

It was such simple advice, easy to digest and execute, yet you immediately knew that you could not follow it. Walking up to him of all people would destroy your mind, even thinking about it had your head spinning.

While the thoughts in your head once again went spiraling, you failed to notice the appearance of a new presence. The door opened and almost immediately all the workers around you stopped their work and researches in their tracks to greet the individual, all but you.

Okonogi gave you a soft nudge against the shoulders in an attempt to get your attention but you failed to react in time. A soft “hm?” was all she managed to acquire, while your eyes stayed focused on your lap. And when you finally turned your head to the direction she was looking at, all you were met with was the back of a clipboard that was milliseconds away from colliding with your head.

Thud

You groaned. The weight of the item came crashing down on your head out of nowhere. It hurt your pride more than it did your body and the discomfort was clearly displayed on your face.

“Normally I don't need to go such lengths to get my subordinates attention, Pigtails.”

Almost immediately your eye shot open and locked with the man who stood before your seated figure. Your heart tightened into a knot and for a second, you could feel a slight gush of heat sweep over your face.

“Hoshina..” Your eyes held a shimmer the man did not know existed. Astonishment and fright, two so distant emotions, came together in your eyes to create something indescribable.

“..Address me with Captain if you seek my acknowledgement. Now, pay attention or move somewhere else.” Without allowing your heart or mind to catch up to the situation, Captain Hoshina moved back to the center of the room to make the announcement he came for.

There he was, an old enemy, right in front of you. The years have only done him favors. Although he never abandoned the bowl cut, his face has grown into that of a man, handsome with no imperfections to be found. His body too has adapted to his age and profession. Lean muscles and a fit build– he was far from unattractive.

Hoshina had come to pass down some information about the approval of the request the operation team put in a while ago about improvements on both the suit supervision and training program. (Un)fortunately (you were conflicted about his sudden visit) he did not stay for too long, bidding the room goodbye before disappearing as fast as he came. But before fully exiting the room he made sure to shoot you one last look.

“He has changed..” You whispered, thinking about the vigilant rebel you once had to deal with who somehow managed to transform into a high ranked supervisor. Never would you have thought that Hoshina would be one to play by the rules, that simply left you speechless.

From there on no day went by without him somehow finding a way to disturb your work life. He wasn't as persistent or flashy as back then but he made sure to pull you out of your little daydreams or sneak up at you when you were idly walking around the hallways.

Old habits truly never die.

If it wasn't for Okonogi taking care of you every now and then, sending you little notes in which she reminded you to eat enough or covering you up with a blanket whenever the all nighters had you falling asleep at your desk, you would have imploded from exhaustion.

Today was that kind of day. You had fallen asleep around 9pm in your small office and found yourself wrapped up in a cozy blanket. You smiled softly, rubbing the remaining sleep out of your eyes as you got up and folded the rug into a neat cube.

After taking a long and calculated look at the papers you had worked on before drifting off, you decided that you have truly done enough for the day and deserved to sleep in a proper bed.

Therefore you left all as it was and moved forth to exit your office. But as you pulled open the door and took the first step out, you were met with a view that had you thinking that this might be a dream after all.

Soshiro stood leaned against the wall across the hallway, arms crossed over his chest and surprise written all over his face. It seemed like neither of you had expected the other here.

“Soshiro?” It was evident in your voice that you had just woken up.

“Yer awake already?” The way he was asking the question sounded like you were not supposed to be, which left you even more confused.

“What are you doing here?” Although still tired, you did not allow yourself to ease your guard. Knowing him, he was never too tired to spit out a snarky remark or send something flying against your forehead again. But waiting for you in front of your office? That was too much, even for you.

Hoshina did not answer your question immediately, allowing it to float around in the air for a moment before picking it up again. His body moved forward, abandoning the support of the wall and inching closer to you. His arme remained locked though.

“Came to check on ya.”

“The truth please, I'm too tired for this.”

“I ain't lying..don't make this awkward.”

The sudden switch up in his demeanor from sarcastic to soft already made the situation awkward enough, but fortunately for him, you were indeed too tired to properly react. And you could not deny, his softness did manage to peak your interest.

“Yer always doing the most, putting effort into tasks that did not need all that endeavor. I already knew when I first saw ya here that yer were going to burn that little skull of yers out.” His fingers, surprise to none, poked your forehead, slightly pushing you back. You groaned, ready to go off on him but he cut you off.

“So I came to check on ya..every now and then. Maybe, I don't know, because I felt bad for stuff.. “ Hoshina did not finish that sentence, he didn't have to, his emotions were written all over his face.

His words took your mind into a distant space where nothing made sense and all that was floated around in the atmosphere. Hoshina changed. It took him a decade and fragments of his old persona remained but he was not entirely the same anymore. Little you would have died to experience this moment.

Wait a second..

“So those notes and the food on my desk– and the blankets..that was you?” The only reply the man was able to give you was a subtle nodding of his head.

And in exactly that moment your heart skipped a beat.

You immediately felt repulsed. The fact that he of all people was the cause for your fastened heartbeat was a difficult thought to stomach but somewhere, deep down, you were smiling.

“Oh, yer pigtails came undone while ya were asleep.” Hoshina acknowledged, trying to divert the gravity of this conversation to another point. The tension had indeed become so thick it was almost palpable.

“Oh no..I took them out after a certain someone mocked me for them today. He said something along the lines about how they're not fit for such a serious work environment.” You shot him a judgy look and rolled your eyes to which he replied with scoff.

“I was just joking, ya gotta stop taking everything so seriously. Besides,” Soshiros's hands suddenly moved up to your hair, caressing it in gentle motions.

“I think they look cute. Always have.”

He was teasing you again, he had to be. The gentle smile on his face and the soft blush that hushed over his cheeks, he must be toying with you, right? Just like back then in kindergarten, where he would add cute hair clips into your hair without you noticing at first or changing your name cards so you would sit next to him during lunch, he was simply goofing around. After all, old habits don't die.

a/n: me: I have no motivation to write but here is a 3k slowburn fic guys 🥺 lol idk what came over me but the words for this fic just appeared out of nowhere (hope this keeps up)

The city (tumblr) needs me so I hope I will be able to provide you guys with more hoshina content and I also hoped you enjoyed this piece! Not much romance but a little something at the end 😼 consider this a warm up.

Btw I have absolutely no idea how a taglist works, I just tagged random people who interact with my content ^^ (hope you guys don't mind)

See you next time!!

[drenosa]

A changing of the season later...

Doctor: So... back again.

Jaune: *Looking drained, again, also in a wheelchair* Uh-huh...

Doctor: *Looking to the side where Blake and Yang are holding eachother's hand and with bellies that have only recently started to swell* With different... companions this time?

Jaune: On their, and my wives' collective insistence.

Doctor: I see...

Blake: Honestly speaking, I couldn't tell who of the three was the greatest influence here.

Yang: Yeah, but seeing Ruby shake Loverboy to "get babymaking already" was a bit weird to say the least.

Blake: As was Weiss having a whole instruction manual ready.

Yang: And Pyrrha actually being the one to tell them to tone it all done a few notches.

Jaune: I get it! I get it. Just get it over with already, Doc.

Doctor: Very well. *Pulls out a pair of binders for Jaune to peruse* Although I must say, it's for the better you are already seated.

Jaune: Oh joy. *Opens the two binders at the same time* ... *Starts laughing maniacally before passing out*

Outside a familiar office...

Raven: So why the fu- *Feels the glare of way too many mothers holding their children* -uuuunction? Why am I here for this... function?

Kali: Because your daughter will soon exit that door, bearing news about your grandchildren. *Smiling sweetly* Ones you will help take care of. *Grinning maliciously* Otherwise I might clip some wings.

Raven: *Blinking at the sudden tonal shift* Maybe, I guess. Maybe if they're str- *Gets grabbed by the shoulder* Aghk?!

Kali: *Holding Raven's shoulder in a crushing grip* No maybe's. You. Will help. Take care of them.

Raven: *Feeling the fear of Gods being put into her* I'm a fucking Maiden?! Whatthefuck?!Whatthefuck?! Okay! OKAY!

Off to the side with Pyrrha, Ruby, Weiss and their 9 daughters, and Pyrrha, Weiss and Jaune's mothers...

Pyrrha: *Heavily pregnant, surrounded by her children* So... Miss Belladonna's kinda scary.

Weiss: *Very pregnant, surrounded by her children* I should invite her to a board meeting at the SDC. The executives would actually take decisions with her around.

Ruby: *Very pregnant, surrounded by her children* I think Salem would get second thoughts when dealing with her.

Mama Nikos: A fierce and proud woman. Such a rare occurance.

Mama Arc: Perfect grandmother material. *Gushing dreamily* Oh, those babies are going to be spoiled to bits!

Willow: Jaune will need a vacation after today, though.

The office door opens...

Yang: *Grinning from ear-to-ear as she pushes a catatonic Jaune out in his wheelchair* Hello mothers and children! Guess what?!

Blake: *Following close behind* More triplets.

Yang: Aw... Blakey. They had to guess!

Blake: He's already *Looking at the heavily pregnant mothers* six out of six on the triplets making. The guessing would've been superfluous.

Jaune: *Giggling like a "mildly" broken man* Eight triplets... eight triplets... eight times three... eight times three... twenty four... twenty four daughters... *Giggles some more before passing out again*

Yang: *Looks from Jaune to Weiss* So... could you spot us some cash, oh Weiss woman of motherhood. We might need to renovate a little bit.

Weiss: *Rolls her eyes at the pun and sighs as she pulls out her Scroll* I will make some arrangements for you to move in with us. The manor is undergoing expansion anyways.

Yang: Baller.

Among all the grandmothers, with some coercion on Raven's part, much rejoicing occurred. All the expecting mothers came together in sisterhood. A sisterhood of the Arc's Arc.

Meanwhile though, slightly away from this wholesome tapestry of Arc familial expansionism...

Nora: *Holding ReNora kid #1 under her arm like a sack of grain* Can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Mothermaker Jaune could use one of those "healthy" smoothies of yours.

Ren: *With ReNora kid #2 in a chest sling, standing taller like a dad* My time has come. *Opens one of the many pockets on his cargo shorts to pull out a 1L canister filled with his smoothie*

Pyrrha: Shout out to the man that made me realize I was bi....

Ruby and Weiss each being held under the crook of her arms...

Pyrrha: AND into polyamory! 💕💕

Ruby: Eh?

Weiss: Huh?

Vanishes into JNPR's dorm room with them...

Pyrrha: 💕💕 Jaune honey! I found our WAIFUs!!! 💕💕

[howlingday]

hey, remember my accidental villain jaune au? the one where he was a shonen anime villain and pyrrha was the hero but jaune had no idea what was going on actually? I'm curious what a scene of that would look like written by you. would you mind giving us a taste?

Hm... I guess I can give it a shot. Show you how I'd make this series if I thought of it.

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"So, uh, what's your name?"

"My name?" He chuckled. "What is a name when the deed is more worth remembering?" Jaune had practiced this line time and time again. His weeks in drama club, acting classes, and practicing in front of the mirror made certain his performance was perfect. Maybe if this girl was really impressed, she'd want to hang out with him more.

"Uh, yeah, I guess?" She giggled. "So you want to be remembered as Vomit Boy for the rest of the school-year?"

ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! THE MISSION HAS FAILED! NEW MISSION OBJECTIVE: DON'T CRY IN FRONT OF THE COOL GIRL!

"Ah... No..." Jaune felt his body go rigid. His face must've been beet-red from this embarrassment. "Uh, my name is Jaune. Jaune Arc." He lifted his shaking fingers and shifted them into shaking finger-guns. "Sh-Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The- The ladies l-love it~!"

She snorted. "Do they really?"

"Uh... They do. Or, they will..." Jaune could just die.

"Well, I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." She raised her fingers into less shaky finger-guns. "And I'm also a Shadow Masque fan~!"

"Oh, that's good..."

"What were you trying to accomplish by doing that, anyways?"

"I was... trying to look in front of you."

"Aw... You don't have to do that." Ruby put a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't?" Jaune replied, hope brewing in his eyes.

"You already threw up on my sister's shoe. There's no coming back from that." Jaune slumped forward, exhausted. As he did, a thin slab of metal wobbled from his side. "Hey, what's that?"

"What's what?" Jaune looked up, noticing Ruby eyeing his weapon. "Oh! This is my sword." He clicked it open, extending the sides into a kite shield. "Oh, and uh, shield, too."

"Wow..." Ruby gazed in awe. "It's so retro!"

"Yeah, I borrowed it from my-" Jaune blinked. "Ret- Retro?"

"Yeah, you don't see a lot of classic weapons these days."

"W-Well, it's not that retro!" Jaune clicked his shield, compacting it into a sheath. "See?! It's easier to carry now!"

"But wouldn't it still be just as heavy?"

"Y... Yeah..." She giggled. "Well, what makes your weapon so state-of-the-art?"

"Well, I wouldn't call her state-of-the-art, but..." Ruby whipped out her weapon, as Jaune watched helplessly as it mecha-shifted into a massive scythe almost twice his size! "...Crescent Rose gets the job done~."

Jaune fell to his knees. He was going to throw up. He was going to throw up right here, in front of this younger student with the cooler weapon than he could have ever dreamed of. He could honestly cry if not for one thing he still had on his side... IMPROV!

He chuckled. "An impressive class of weapon, Miss Rose~." She blushed. "I look forward to seeing her in action." He leaned in close. "And yourself, too~."

"Oh, stop~!" She squirmed at the compliment. There was an announcement on the PA system. She shook her thoughts clear. "Uh, we should probably make our way to the auditorium, right?"

"Yeah, we should." Jaune dropped the act, regaining his composure. "Uh, lead the way!"

"I thought you were leading the way?" Ruby asked. The two stared at one another before they both slumped with a sigh. "Let's find a map."

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"Why, hello there, my dears~."

"Huh?"

"Hello~!"

"I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about forming a team." Jaune smiled a devilish smile. "May I perhaps join you in this endeavor?"

"The only endeavor is listening to you talk." The young woman in white muttered under her breath.

"Well, I think I'd rather just let fate decide who's on what team." The young woman in bronze answered.

"You mean the same fate that brought me to you?" He gave a bow, his hand crossing over her chest as he dipped low, not looking up once. "Jaune Arc, future huntsman."

"My, aren't you confident?"

"Too confident." Weiss huffed. "Jaune, is it?"

"It is." He looked up, offering his hand to her, palm up. "And you are~?"

"Annoyed, actually." She said with flared nostrils. "But if you must know my name, it's Weiss Schnee." She gestured to her friend. "And do you know her name?"

"No, but I would like to~." The unknown girl giggled at his words, while Weiss only got angrier.

"Oh, stop~!"

"Yes, please, stop! This is Pyrrha Nikos!"

"A pleasure, Miss Nikos."

"Please, call me Pyrrha!"

"I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me." Weiss retracted. "This is THE Pyrrha Nikos!"

"The one and only, of course." Jaune kept laying on the charm, making her blush. It quickly stopped when Weiss grabbed his nose and tugged it down. "OW!"

"Pyrrha Nikos! Regional Champion of Mistral! Top graduate of Sanctum! THAT Pyrrha Nikos!"

Jaune stepped back, rubbing his nose. "Uh... Sorry. None of that rings a bell. Should I know you?"

"Have you been living under a rock?!" Weiss nearly screeched. "She's on the face of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes!" Jaune gasped, and Weiss let out a sigh of exasperation. "Finally..."

"Oh, that was you! I thought you looked familiar!" Jaune lifted his chest-plate to reveal the bunny hoodie beneath. "I ate, like, fifty boxes to get this thing!"

"Oh, I... bet they were scrumptious..."

"Not really." Jaune admitted, bringing his armor down. "They tasted like cardboard to be honest."

"Yeah, they did..." Pyrrha reminisced on less happy days.

"Well, Pyrrha," Jaune offered his hand to her, "I'd be more than happy to see a woman of your skill on my team."

"How about a demonstration?" Weiss asked, looking to Weiss. She nodded to Jaune, and the celebrity sighed.

"I'm really sorry about this." Pyrrha said as she stood up.

"Sorry about WHOA!" Jaune was now pinned to the wall of the locker-room, held aloft by Pyrrha's spear. She reached up and yanked it out, apologizing as she passed.

"So, this is Dork Masque, huh?" A girl asked as she passed by, Ruby close behind.

"Don't be mean, Yang!" She looked back to Jaune. "Uh, see you later, Jaune."

He sighed. "Yeah... See ya."

He stood up and brushed himself off. Reaching behind him, he felt the hole in the hood of his one victory in life. He took a deep breath and shuffled to the exit as he sighed. Hopefully there won't be worse understanding like this. Thinking back on it, though, this dark persona he'd fashioned from Dark Masque seemed to be working. Maybe he could play around with it for just a little bit longer. He'd have to come up with a cooler name, though. Something like...

DARK ARC

...except, y'know, less lame.

[theyanderespecialist]

Palm Size (Headcanon/Scenario) Yandere Giant Satan X Female Reader (Helluva Boss)

For @eyeofthetiger501

[Hello, I am on a roll with Satan so here it is! It was one of the first Requests I got for a yandere Satan. So he is up! Let's Do this! 

(Disclaimer: Adult Fun Time Interest for Giants is Macrophilia just so you know the interest and such! The Adult Fun Time Interest in Tiny People is Microphilia (This is not to be sexual but it will be referred to in this and so you know what I mean!) 

Disclaimer: In this Satan is in his giant form, and Reader is at their normal night is about palm size. Probably as big as one of his smaller Fingers If not a little Bigger. 

Disclaimer: Satan is Not Yandere In Canon This Is Just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

Please enjoy this chapter here, my muffins!] 

-Yandere Headcanons With Giant Satan X Tiny Female Darling Reader- 

.Satan in this is very much into you with you being his Tiny Darling. 

.He loves how you are literally as tall as his palm and can stand in his very hand. 

.He keeps you in a pocket in the front of his vest and loves to carry you around with him. 

.Or he keeps you in his hand. 

.You might be a tiny woman but you are the one who can tame the beast that he is! 

.Making him melt to you sweet little kisses to his cheeks. 

.You also sometimes sit on the top of his head. 

.He is very possessive of you and does not let anyone else get their hands on you, even if they are closer size to you. 

.He is legit the dragon-size yandere that would keep you as his treasure. 

.He has you draped in the finest of silk dresses and jewelry. 

.He would be the type to spoil you and take good care of you. 

.If you are doing something dangerous all he has to do is scoop you up and put you in pocket jail. 

.So that you have to stay put and he will not let you run free.

.He would be the type of yandere that with you his tiny lover being with him at all times. 

.He is not the type to share you with anyone else and is easily jealous when others try to get close to you. 

.He would have confessed to you, by bringing you to eye level. 

.If you accept his love he would gently kiss your head and stroke your hair with his thumb. 

.If you do not accept his love he will put you in pocket jail and take you home with him. 

.He is going to plan to keep you. 

.Since you are a tiny little woman he has a small home (which is normal size to you, but small to him.) in which you have a home of yours.  .He legit is a dragon that is keeping you safe and sound. 

.Other than that (Remember the movie Stuart Little) he has legit made most of his giant castle having normal-sized stuff in it as well. 

.If you are not getting around with his help you have a car to drive through the castle.  .Although he still shares his bed with you. You sleep with his hand covering you to make sure you are safe and sound. 

.He would put you up on one of his shelves and this would be shelf jail if he thinks you have been acting up.  .Or lock you in your house. 

.He just wants the best for you but is the type of yandere that likes to keep you in line and is slightly controlling in that way. 

-Scenario Time!- 

(Satan) (Satan's Palm Size Darling) 

(Satan's POV) 

I love this little woman, she was on the shorter side, for a demon. I did not mind that as she was roughly as tall as my palm. She worked for me in the courts. So I was able to see her every day as she was my sweet little assistant and I love her more than anything. I walk out of my office and see her working hard on things.  "Morning, Satan, Sir," she says with a smile. "Your lunch appointment was canceled." 

"You will have lunch with me then," I state and she looks at me confused.  "Ok." She knew I would not take no for an answer and soon lunch rolled around. I picked her up by the back of her shirt and then carried her in my palm into my office. 

The food for me and her was placed. I had a very large portion and she had a similar meal at a normal size. Which is tiny to me. 

I sit her down and she looks up at me as we both cut into our steaks. "Why did you have to have lunch with me?" She asks me. 

"Because you are mine," I state simply and pick her up. "I love you, and you will accept my love."  Her face goes a bright pink and she eagerly nods her head. "Yes, sir!" She says and I laugh.  "You do not have to call me sir anymore. You may call me Satan." I tell her and she nods and smiles. I leaned down and kissed her head gently and she kissed my cheek before walking to my thumb and hugging it.  She is so little but man I love her and she is now mine, this went better than I thought it would. I am glad she was not seeing anyone else because I would have had to kill them. Which I would not have minded... But she would have been hurt by it, I would not want her hurt because of it. I love her so much! I would kill anyone who tries to take her from me. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[lady-of-blossoms]

ECHOES OF REGRET

Pairings: Toji x Y/N

From this poll

Synopsis: Toji and Y/N have been married for 6 years. Now later megumi,Toji and Y/N are in their home when suddenly megumi calls Y/N “mom” when Toji hears that word come out of his son’s mouth he snaps at Y/N and megumi, later that night he refuses to sleep in the same bed as her and decides to sleep in the guest room. How will this go?

WC: 1k

Content warining: Toji is an bastard, he snaps at his son and he brings up past trauma, mentions of suicide/self harm, also marriage , A FUCKING SHIT LOAD OF ANGST, fighting and blaming

A/N: sorry if it was short or if it was bad… school and friends have taken a big toll on me lmao, pray for me if you’re religious and if you’re not religious please atleast wish me luck.

IF YOU STURGGLE WITH SELF HARM OR SUICIAL THOUGHTS PLEASE FIDN A HELP LINE SUITABLE FOR YOU ON THIS WEBDITE! STAY SAFE LOVLIES!

The softness of sun coming from outside, in the quiet corner of the tiny apartment-a place I spend all of my afternoon on a couch with translucent curtains looking over the busy streets below. It has been six years since Toji and I sealed our vows under a garden of cherry blossoms, a tradition that felt so fresh and symbolic at the time. But with every year that passes, our lives have been interwoven thread by thread, with joy and sorrow, and confrontations none of us could have anticipated.

The specter of Toji's past is one that often lingers in the shadows of our lives, one I know I can never wholly remove. When I first met him, he was a man fractured by loss, his heart still riddled with the painful echoes of his late wife, a woman whom I have only known through the stories he shared. Her memory was intricately tied to their son, Megumi, who is now ten years old—a boy with his father's piercing eyes and a temperament that is impossible to ignore.

While we had built a life together, it was always tinged by the quiet ballet I danced around Megumi's perception of me. I wanted to be a mother to him, not just a stepmom. I longed for him to see me as a parental figure, someone he could rely on and confide in. My efforts were not without their challenges; Megumi would have times of distance, reminding me I was not the woman who had given him life.

It had been a rainy Thursday when everything changed. Toji had just finished a long day at work and came home to find Megumi sprawled out on the living room floor, engrossed in the last pages of his favorite comic book. I had just cooked dinner, a simple affair of pasta and meatballs, but accompanied with pride and love. It was that type of evening when the room felt so warm, and for a short moment, laughter was there. It seemed just like the kind of family that I had always wanted to be part of.

Mom, can I have more juice?" Megumi called, his voice sweet and innocent. The word rolled off his tongue so casually; it sent a jolt through my heart, filling me with a sense of undeniable joy.

But in an instant, it turned to tension. The moment the word "Mom" escaped Megumi's lips, Toji changed dramatically. His face hardened, and his eyes flickered with confusion and pain. It was a reaction I had never seen before, and suddenly, I could feel the air grow thick and suffocating.

What did you just call her?" Toji snapped, his voice sharp and accusatory. Stunned silence filled the room as my heart dropped. I knew I had done nothing wrong, yet I felt the weight of his words crashing down on me.

"Dad, I just-" Megumi stammered, the innocence of his request shattered by his father's wrath.

"Don't. Just don't," Toji snarled, his anger high in his veins, it seemed, the only thing that kept him moored.

I watched as the man I loved became someone I didn't recognize. It felt as if the past had thrust itself into our present, choking the bond we had nurtured, transforming it into something fragile. It wasn't anger toward Megumi but a deeply rooted fear-a fear of losing the memory of his wife, of betraying her somehow by allowing another woman to take a title that had solely belonged to her.

I stood frozen, desperate to intervene but unsure of how to mend the fractures in our fragile family. The tension lingered long after Megumi had retreated to his bedroom, the sound of his soft footsteps replaced by silence that echoed through the house.

That night, Toji refused to share our bed. He stormed off to the guest room, leaving a heavy void beside me. The tears I had been holding back during the day entered like floodwaters, took over, and claimed my resolve. I wanted to reach out, to let him know that I loved him and desired to share the burden of our past. Instead, I was left to my thoughts, the ghost of his lost love hanging between us like an insurmountable wall.

Days passed, and weeks turned to months, as the coldness of Toji's rejection slowly seeped deep into my heart. I tried to be all right, but I don't think for how long. There was a smile on my face, but inside, I suffered with feelings of inadequacy-of not being good enough, it seemed, for either Toji or Megumi. Depression had cast its shadows tighter around me as days slipped into a no-man's-land of pale colors and hollow expressions.

I could feel Toji's absence; his emotional unavailability sliced through me like a knife. Each day without warmth or connection felt like a ticket to a slow, agonizing demise of the love we had shared. Each attempt at reaching out and connecting without response only served to reinforce the cracks that were beginning to widen between us.

Then one fateful afternoon brought tears. Alone in the bathroom, shrouded by the silence that seemed to have covered me like a cloak, I slumped into the bathtub, letting warm water enfold me as I tried to escape from the spiraling thoughts of my mind, feeling totally trapped, a weight pushing down and making it hard to breathe. That was just it. The inner demons that had been whispering poison into my mind turned into deafening roars, drowning out any glimmer of hope or resolve.

In an act of despair, I made decisions that would turn our lives upside down forever. I didn’t want Toji to suffer, I wanted to escape the pain that had become my existence. The crimson water swirled around me, mingling with my tears, and I slipped away, taking whatever light I had left with me.

It wasn't until that fateful day that Toji would realize the depth of my struggle. He would find me, lifeless and surrounded by remnants of a love meant to conquer all. In that moment, as he clutched my lifeless body, reality would hit him like a tidal wave, crashing down upon the devastation of love lost and a family fractured.

I guess that’s the ECHOES OF REGRET

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@morikosa @morikosa

[rphunter]

I’m currently CRAVING some classic mxf plots at the moment and I have a bunch of male ocs I can throw someone’s way! I’m 21+ and write on discord in our own server but also open to writing on tumblr or other places! Advanced lit, multi-para, and can write a lot if we get the ball rolling, and I love all things slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, and so much more. Open and for some scenarios specifically looking for legal age gaps (not fresh 18 legal lmao), and open to things like size differences, golden retriever/black cat, opposites attract, those sort of vibes! I’m open to plotting new ideas with people but the current ones I have in mind are:

- Historical, 1800s~; a sweet, charming young noble man, can be written as human or a vampire if we want a supernatural twist! Open to writing him against anyone but some ideas: a woman from another noble family trying to be set up with him or purely intrigued by him and his reputation; a scholar, who he can offer support and resources to to pursue/share her studies; similar vein, an artist/musician/etc whom he can host and support; someone from more humble backgrounds hired to work in his home for him.

- Another historical 1800s~ setting; an older, stoic man from humble backgrounds, can also be written as a werewolf for supernatural drama! Ideas for him: he could be a gardener or stable hand for a wealthy family; a farmer in the countryside that helps a runaway noble woman, or a woman new to his small village.

- (Modern/adults) physically intimidating looking guy who’s actually very sweet/gentle, and his more fiery, rebellious/outgoing girlfriend.

- (Modern/teens-young adults) troubled, rebellious guy and a reserved, smart student type girl.

- (Historical, Wild West/adults) older outlaw and his young sweetheart, navigating two different lives and reconnecting after/throughout the years.

- (Modern/adults) older single father and a younger, bubbly woman; maybe a teacher for one of his kids, maybe a new person at work, maybe a neighbour who wants to lend a hand, etc!

- (Modern-slight historical- 18/1900s/adults) older country village farmer guy and the new woman in town.

- (High fantasy, historical/medieval/adults) A variety of adventurers, bounty hunters, rogues, mages, heroes that can fit against just about anyone! Fantasy races and supernatural stuff included (elves/tieflings/werewolves/anything and everything.)

If anything catches your eye, feel free to say so and we can chat more about characters and details! Some of my oc’s include darker topics in some settings and backstories, but all boundaries will be respected! I use realistic faceclaims the majority of the time and would prefer them, but also accept descriptions and Pinterest boards! Some of my oc’s are not white, so if that’s an issue, we probably won’t work out lol. Open to smut but it’s not the main focus and I don’t rush into it! Things I’m not looking for: dark, abusive relationship, complete power imbalances, pregnancy plots. Otherwise though, let’s chat and plot stuff out together! ☀️

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[residentblackheart]

Chapter 1 — No Vest for Protection

summary — graves is forced on a blind date arranged by his friend osmond 'oz' ryan which he does reluctantly only to be surprised by the evolution of the first meeting.

warnings — age gap! inaccurate depiction of characters with a disability. cute golden retriever called pancake

word count — 4.5k words

authors note — this idea and chapter have been inspired by a tiktok I've seen like a year ago but I put a bit of my own spin on it especially when I was really EXCITED about writing this. the editing of this chapter received another 1k words after I was done with it. also english is not my first language, just wanting to make sure if there are some mistakes

Phillip Graves sat in his jeep in front of an unknown house, which apparently was supposed to belong to a young woman by the name Julie. Which was the only information that he had gotten from his friend. Phillip had no guns or back up to cover his back when he stepped out of his car. No one to help him feel more secure. No vest on his upper body to protect him from any sauntering bullets if he got attacked. No bulletproof glass that would take some time to break to save his life from any threats. No he was bare. As bare as he could be as a military man, he felt like a newborn child which had blood on his body and was as defenseless as any baby could be after being brought into life. He had hid a combat knife in the compartment for any troubles and a gun was somewhere in the car where no one would expect it. Important was that he was without any military gear on his body and in front of a house which he had not scoped out, inhabited by an unknown suspect which he had not searched up in the American Data Base pf Citizens. Oz had threatened him to take his Shadows away for a few weeks if he did search for her, Phillip did not want to risk it.

He inhaled deeply, closing his eye and leaning his head back against the headrest of his seat. Fingers grasping the leather wheel which he might be gripping tighter than he ever had before while his eyes were closed. A squeaking sound coming from the leather before he eased his fingers again. Spreading them trying loosen the bones and flesh. Biting his lip for a second before he nodded his head, opening the door of his jeep and stepping out of it. Hands going over his jeans as he felt sweat cover his hands in a faint layer. Phillip reached for his smartphone, pulling it out to look at the messages Osmond ‘Oz’ Ryan had sent him about the woman he was meeting. When he opened the chat they had with their private numbers he was met by a photo of his friend glaring at him through the screen. Phillip sighed, it seemed as if Oz knew that he he knew Phillip wanted to chicken out.

Stepping out of his Jeep he patted the door after closing it softly to not alert anyone lurking around. He might be paranoid but at least he would be safe from enemies when in their territory. Smartphone once again in his pocket as he stepped around the front of his vehicle, stopping before he touched the sidewalk with his shoes. He wanted to feel a vest covering him but he couldn’t. He was meeting a civilian and not a fellow military commander, Phillip felt wrong after all he was not used to civilian clothes for many years as he only ever wore what he always had at work. He was surprised he even had any normal clothes left in his closet but Oz seemed glad enough that he had jeans and not just combat pants.

He took a step onto the sidewalk and went to the door of the passenger seat so he could grab the flowers Oz had pushed into his chest before he had left to drive to Wimberley. He did not know the flower but it looked nice and would make the woman happy for sure. Rolling his tense shoulders as he loosened his body to not seem to strict or military when meeting someone for the first time. Phillip should have found something to do this weekend then he wouldn’t be in this predicament because he would be in his office and most likely working on reports but at least he wouldn’t have had to worry about his friend sending him on a date. Now he had pushed the reports to Monday and even if he had decided to make them today, he would most likely still have pushed them to Monday.

“Hey, Commander.”

“Oz, we’ve been workin’ together a long time now. Call me Phillip when we don’t work, I told you that enough times.”

“Sure.” Phillip saw the grin on the man’s face as the man stepped further into the room, brown eyes focused on slowly graying man while Phillip himself hunched over some files he had to go through. So when the buffer man let himself fall into the leather seat and let out a grunt Phillip stopped working, setting his pen down before leaning back in his seat with his eyes trained on his long term colleague and friend. “So that we got that out of the way, you have any plants for the weekend?”

“No, why?”

“I have some plans for you.” Phillip narrowed his eyes at Oz’s words, after all his friend acted more suspicious then he had ever seen him act this way. Oz pucked his lips together and let the air carry a low whistle. “There is this girl that wants to meet you. Real cute girl and very kind.”

“How does a girl know about me?” A chuckle left Oz at the question of his commander and friend. Oz smiled brightly as he leaned forward, elbow on his thigh while looking at his friend.

“I might have made you a dating profile.”

Stepping towards the house in the small town which seemed normal sized and enough for a small family but as far as he knew his date lived alone with her dog. He sighed, once he felt strands of hair sit in his face he pushed it back while walking towards the wooden porch of the house with his hands trying to figure out what they were supposed to do. Phillip no longer was used to walking without a vest, now he could not rest his hands in them whenever he walked or talked. Taking the few steps up the porch he could slowly heard the music in the house get louder with every step until he stood before the house door. Phillip thought about how Osmond Ryan had not even found someone he would be interested in, the music was something he would never listen to and now he was still stuck with going on a date with this person.

Righting his body he brought his weight onto one of his legs, shifting his weight around. Moving his lips for a second before pulling them between his teeth and ring the bell to the house. Hearing the echo in the house while the volume of the music lowered. Now waiting for the woman he was supposed to meet in front of her own door.

“Wait a second!” A female high pitched voice called out, the voice seemed higher than the casual tone but that might be because the woman supposed to meet him. He heard such tones often when interrogating because nervous people unconsciously changed their voice when they spoke. Barking of a dog also entered his ears as he stood before the door, fingers clamming around the stalk of the flowers. Phillip remembered the question Oz had asked him at a random time a few weeks before as if he had planned this date longer than he had even thought about Oz having created a profile for him.

“Do you like dogs?”

Having not understood the question which Oz suddenly had asked while the two of them were training he had stumbled over his words before coming to the conclusion that he liked dogs more than cats. Now Phillip realized why Oz had asked him because when he strained his ears he could hear the footsteps of the woman he was supposed to meet and a dog right at her side.

When the white wooden door opened he was met by a golden retriever that slipped through the open gap. Strutting around the middle-aged man, tail swinging around and hitting his leg softly as the golden retriever stopped to stand between his legs which he had made a bit of space for the dog. Phillip looked down at the dog between his legs who was still sniffing him but sat now, as Phillip looked behind him he could still see the tail wiggle before he looked up at the door which let a soft voice cut through the air.

“Pancake, come back in.”

Her voice gentle and caring as she moved her hand so that her dog, apparently called Pancake, would follow it. The golden retriever between his legs, where Pancake apparently felt warm and safe, looked up at him before rushing back into the house with little taps. The door opened fully and left Phillip to be met with a beauty young woman which she had not awaited. His eyes on her as she kept her hand on the dog the best way she seemed to be able to while the friendly creature sat at her side.

“Hello.” Her voice was soft and her face keeping a soft smile on her smile while her eyes were unfocused and seeming like they were looking past him when he practically stared at her face. She had dimples while smiling and the sun shining softly onto the ground and reflecting on her face showed that she had freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Her hand stayed on the inside of her door while the music continued to echo through the halls. Her smile wavering as if she was kind of embarrassed by the music because it was not her own. “I am Julie.” Julie held her hand out, at least he thought she was because it was slightly to the left of him but everyone made mistakes. “But you already knew that.” A soft chuckle left her as she tried to take her hand away but Phillip grabbed it with his own. A strong grip coming from him as he shook her hand.

“Phillip,” he said with a softer tone than what he was used to thanks to his branch of work, “Nice to meet you, Julie.”

“You too. The few times you messaged me were nice conversations, I loved talking to you. Made my day sometimes.” Phillip furrowed his eyebrows because Osmond Ryan had not mentioned any important conversations that they had but he also saw the slightly saddened expression even when she was smiling, if their conversations really made her day sometimes he really questioned what made her days that bad. Now he struggled to figure out what he was supposed to say, going on a date really was harder than any battle he had fought. He swallowed his spit, feeling his Adam’s apple move while he also tried not to destroy the flowers which he had for her.

“I got you some flowers.” Phillip held them out with one hand as they were clenched into a fist at his side before he pushed them out towards her. He watched Julie’s eyes stay where they were instead of on the flowers his comrade had decided on for the girl. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw her dog stomp twice which made Julie hold out her hand. Trying to find the flowers with her fingers until she met the petal of a flower with her fingertip and grasped the bundle.

“Thank you, these are my favourites!” Julie claimed while her nose was pressed into the flowers. She turned her head to look behind her in the hallway. Her expression having an uncertainty as she took a step back. “Do you wanna come in for a second, I just have to take this away and get Pancake ready.”

“Ready?”

“Oh,” her voice seemed saddened as he watched her with his trained eyes, uncertain about this interaction as he could not clearly understand her actions. “Of course I should ask if I can Pancake with me, we are never really separated and so I just thought—”

“No, it’s fine. She can come.”

“Thank you.” Phillip liked her bright smile when he had confirmed that she could have her dog with her. “I will be right back, don’t mind the music. My best friend is currently listening to some.” She turned around, looking down at her dog and talking to her before she walked away from him and deeper into her own home. “Come on Pancake.”

Phillip watched her walk down the white hall, at least he could not identify any colours on the walls with the sunlight shining into the house and his squinting eyes. Pictures were strung along the wall but he could not identify anything in them while not standing in the house. Furniture was set to one side while the other mostly seemed free. He leaned against the railing of the porch. He did not know if this house was trapped or if am enemy wanted him to fall for the little lady that seemed to innocent and kind to be in any a group of troublemakers but he could also remember that she had not once looked at him which could radiate guilt or fear. Deciding to stay outside of the house of a lone lady showed respect to her.

“I will just wait here,” he called after her into the empty hall as he turned his head to look around the neighbourhood. Feeling eyes on him he looked directly into the direction behind him. Back up might have been a better decision because the way the people across the street were staring at him he was not sure if they wanted to murder him or hated the house and the inhabitant.

Phillip saw an elderly woman and a young man, who seemed like her son or grandson, on the sidewalk across the road and raised his hand to wave at them as he had been taught by his mother at a young age. Both of them looked conflicted at him, turning their heads without giving him a sign of acknowledgment and continuing to do what they were doing ahead of them stopping to stare at him and the house. His smile fell slightly, he felt more unease than he usually would when meeting anyone at a bar to have a hook up with.

“We’re ready!” Julie called out as she stopped in front of him again, her friend behind her at the end of the hall where Phillip could see her lurking with a glare on her hardened face. Glancing down he saw the golden retriever on a leash with a vest around her body, his eyes narrowed as he let them go back to her face while she seemed to retract something in her hand, something that was longer before.

“What is that for?”

“Just in case of us going on a walking,” she replied with a soft expression, “After all I don’t know where we’re going or what we will be doing.” Her face was turned away from him even though it seemed that she had directly spoken to him which confused him as he tapped his hands on his hip where he had placed them.

“No, really what is the cane for?” Phillip asked as if he was not a military man with one of the greatest educations because how did he not figure out that she could not see after their first interaction, he really questioned his abilities of finding out stuff even though he is known for interrogations. When his eyes went back to her cane, his eyebrows slowly raised and his eyes widened as he seemed to realize why she held the cane and her eyes were never on his face. Blue eyes going down to the adorable dog who had the vest on were it was written on that the owner was visually impaired.

“I am blind,” she whispered as if forcing the words out, her throat feeling rough as her voice was not as sweet as it was before. “I cannot see anything, well I can see that there’s some light and darkness but that truly is it. Did you not know?” Phillip listened to her tone of voice, her knew what people sounded like when they were made insecure and he never wanted her to feel that way when she was a literal sunshine. It seemed sad even when he could not understand why she was so sad, after all it was not really her fault for being visually impaired. “I asked my friend to add it to the profile so no one else would just come and go.” Her voice sounded broken as he looked at her before looking past her at the friend with a big grin on her lips as if she had planned for this exact scenario.

Julie’s face seemed to try to hold in her sadness. Tears in her eyeballs as he watched her try to blink them away while she seemed to bite down on the inside of her cheek, though a small tear trailed down her cheek which she tried to secretly wipe away. Phillip should have realized, his hand reached out for her own which fiddled with her clapped in cane. Her cold hands now being warmed by his.

“It’s no problem, really.”

“No, no. We don’t have to do this.” She shook her head. “Guys don’t wanna go out with a blind girl,” she whispered as she dropped his hand from her own and took a step back from him as if she burned him. “I can ask my friend to go with you, I’ll just tell her it is like always.”

“Always?”

“No one wants to go out with someone that cannot see.”

“I don’t care about that,” he said as he kept his eyes on her. His eyes flicking everywhere before he saw soft movements on her face, her eyelids fluttering as if she had never heard such words be uttered. “I am here to get to know you better, otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged you.” He watched a bright smile grow on her lips as she took a step forwards, hands tightening around her cane before she held one out to his position the best she could.

“It’s nice to meet you Phillip, you are the first man to accept me,” Julie told him. His hand clasping her own before he brought it to his lips and brushed his lips against the back of her hand like the gentleman he was supposed to be. As if they were in an old fairytale and he was Prince Charming.

“It is my pleasure.” Phillip was thinking about the possibility of him knowing that she was visually impaired. If only Oz had allowed him to search Julie up when he had talked about her for the first time. Even just before he started to make his way from the base just so that he would be prepared but Osmond Ryan wanted him to have a chance with a woman for the first time in his life without having to worry about anything and yet made the first meeting more complicated than it had to be. “So are you two ladies ready?”

“Sure. Madison, I am going on a date!” Julie called out as she turned to her own home with a bright smile on her face and the light brightening her fogged eyes.

“What?!” a louder and agitated voice called out which echoed through the mostly empty hallway and entered his ears outside of the house. Phillip rolled his eyes at the voice of the woman while Pancake turned to look up at him while the voice grew louder with every passing second until Julie and another woman with short brown hair arrived at the front door. “I am so happy for you!” Phillip saw lies of the woman on her face, her expression did not match her tone and as she looked at the strawberry blonde beauty at her side she was practically snarling at the oblivious woman. “Someone actually willing to go out with you, even though I forgot to mention you’re blind in your profile.”

“Right!” Julie exclaimed, a big smile on her lips as she had her head turned to her friend and clapped her hands together. The glare her friend shot at her seemed was ignored by her because she could not see it. Her expression changed as soon as she turned her head to look at him. A smile on her face appeared and her eyes narrowed slightly before she took a step forward and wrapped a hand around his arm. A growl leaving the golden retriever while Phillip also took his hand and pushed her away. “Stop it Pancake, Phillip is nice.” She turned back to him while he had his eyes narrowed at her friend. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, so we good to go?”

“We’re good!” Julie replied before she rattled her key in her hand and closed the door behind her, locking it before walking down the porch with Pancake. The leash wrapped around her hand and a bit of her arm as she walked with Pancake while Phillip and her mean friend stayed because her friend pulled him back when he wanted to follow.

“Why not go with me? I could give you such a better time of day,” the brunette woman at his side whispered as she leaned into him. Harsh red lips near his mouth while she had a smirk on her lips and seduction in her brown eyes, eyes which were not as innocent as the ones of her friend which he was here to see and not attractive to him. “Boring Julie has no experience.”

“Thanks,” Phillip mumbled before he pushed her away once again, “But I know what I want.”

“You will leave the second she talk enough, no one ever likes Julie!”

“Are you coming?” Phillip was glaring at the brown-haired girl which had a real ugly personality before he turned his head to look at the girl whom his friend had decided would be the perfect date for him. Eyes softened and a grin stretching his face as he took the few steps down from her porch and towards her and her cute dog. When he stopped at her side he touched her elbow softly after letting her know that he would do such a thing, watching her friend flee from the scene as if she was a criminal from the corner of his eye.

“You wanna drive?” He asked to ease the tension which had been created by her friend trying to get him to leave Julie alone. Phillip kept his eyes on the friend who left Julie alone with him without a single goodbye and anger in every stomp she took.

“I don’t have a drivers license,” Julie replied. Phillip chuckled as he thought about her forgetting she could not see when he had asked her if she wanted to drive.

“Bunny, you cannot see.”

“Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that.” Julie chuckled softly as she tried to hide her smile with her hand. A smile which made him feel helpless even more than any stress inducing situation in battle. He would rather be confronted by grenade than not see this smile again on their date. Maybe this day without the vest and protection wouldn’t be that bad when he had her as his companion.

“I like your smile, don’t hide it.” Phillip watched her cheeks turn the color red before she swiftly turned to look away from him as if he would not be able to see the affect the words had on her.

“I really should say goodbye to my frie—”

“She already left.”

“Oh.” Julie bowed her head while he watched her before she stopped and grasped his hand with her smaller and colder fingers as they still had contact at their elbows and she just let her hand fall to his. “You don’t have a problem with loads of dog hair right?”

“No issue.” His hand went to the back door of his car as he told Julie to let Pancake get off the leash so the dog could jump into the back. Phillip saw a blanket in the back of the car as he remembered Oz talk to him about it when he had pushed it into him with the flowers.

“You might need it.”

Phillip was hoping that Oz had not looked her up at this point, Julie seemed sweet and he did not really want to know anything that he did not need to know without her knowledge. If he never saw her again after this day, the information would be unneeded even if he did search up all all his hook ups with the same principle. He wanted to get to know her the way she wants him to know her.

“Pancake can get in and then I will help you into the jeep.”

“You drive a jeep?” Julie asked loudly as she clapped her hands together as if she entertained a child. After letting Pancake jump into the back of the car he helped her while her eyes beamed with excitement.

“Yeah, what did you think?”

“Well I thought it would be one of these rich cars, after all you’re a CEO.”

Phillip chuckled as he took her hand softly into his. Opening the passenger door for her as he slowly lead her, letting her know that she should take a step without taking the work from her.

“Thanks,” she whispered as she settled into the slightly too big seat before she reached her hand back to find the seatbelt. Phillip wanted to help her but stopped himself when an excited sound left her after finding it. “Found it, you can now go to your seat Phillip.” He smiled softly as he watched her trying to find the buckle.

He closed the door softly and walked around the front of the car, he seemed more at ease than previously. The weight of the vest which he was not wearing long forgotten, the gun he did not have at his side not needed to be used and the knife which he had hidden not being found. When he opened the door and sat in his seat where he had first thought about his dilemma, he put on his seatbelt and wrapped his fingers around the leather wheel while turning his head to look at the house again. View now occupied by the blind woman sitting at his side while still trying to find the buckle.

A soft chuckle left him as he tilted his head while watching her. Her hands trying to feel for it before he took her hand and lead it to the place it had to go without pushing her to be faster. Julie smiled softly before sticking the end into the construct.

“Thank you, Phillip. Usually I am better at this, just a new enviourment.”

“Don’ worry ‘bout it Doll, it’s no issue for me.”

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tagging people that commented under the original post idea: @wunder-blunder, @dansedesdragons, @shadow-0-8

[sillyandquest]

So I had an idea

To be completely honest, I mostly drew this as a treat for me. We don't see a lot of Roll outside of a cutscene or manning the shops and it just makes sense for her to be the player 2 in-game. Yeah we got Protoman and Bass, but c'mon!

I wanna see this lady charging in, full throttle, wooden chair in hand, and smack Wily's newest machine around like a piñata.

So yeah, player 2 au I guess? There's more info below the cut if you wanna read. Be warned, it's a long one.

First I had to ask myself why would Roll even want to fight when Rock does just fine on his own.

Roll's a coward canonically, but she also has a big heart and is willing to fight if she has to. Maybe after the first Megaman game, Rock came back far more damaged than Dr. Light expected. While this does convince him to build Rush, Roll also volunteers to join Rock in this fight.

Dr. Light was super hesitant, but Roll's reasoning was that if Wily was willing to kidnap the Light Numbers to one up Light, who knows what else he would do? Rock already had a hard time fighting them by himself and the Numbers weren't even built to fight. If Wily was smart enough to reprogram civil servant robots, why wouldn't he reprogram robots built to fight?

Eventually, Dr. Light relented and built Roll her own set of armor and a durable broom. She has a shorter attack range, but in exchange she deals way more damage. She doesn't have the copy chip Rock does, so her armor doesn't change color, but her broom does and can change shape/color depending on which weapon is equipped.

Now onto my thought process during the drawing.

When I was drawing the armor, I wanted to keep a couple things in mind. Specifically, what makes Roll so iconic by herself. She has her hair, the green bow, her dress, and her broom/cleaning products.

One other thing I kept in mind was the various depictions of Roll in combat armor. Many fans have made their own and they all look amazing, but I always thought Roll was more of a heavy hitter up close. Most equip Roll with a buster like Rock, which is a good direction to go in, but it wasn't what I wanted to do. Then I looked at Roll's"official" armors, specifically the armor she wore during the Upon a Star movie and the armor she dreamed of from Megaman 11.

I basically put a chest piece and shoulder armor over the Megaman 11 armor, I removed the buttons on it, both of them had a heart motif on the chest which I thought suited Roll very well so I added that. I also used her hat from the Megaman Fangame Perfect Blue. You may notice her arms don't have the bulky arm guards most robot masters have... Yeah, I have no excuse for that, but Splash Woman doesn't have the guards either sooooo.....happy accident?

They're sisters so they matching!!!

I think the colors were the hardest part. I colored the dress to be more red with a pinker red for the heart and middle of the dress. Originally I had the skirt be a solid pink color and the rest of the armor be red and white, but it looked off to me. I knew I had to add her bow which meant adding green and I think that's what threw off the whole thing. The first draft only had a green bow, and I felt I had to add it somewhere else to make it look more appealing and I immediately went to color the buttons on the heart green. A small callback to Zero that doubles as a parallel.

That kinda makes me wonder if Zero was modeled after Roll and Protoman in this au. Also, what would the Megaman timeline even be like with Roll as a fighter alongside Rock? It's always better when someone has your back and Rock and Roll were always meant to be a pair.

They're twins in this au, not a couple. Just had to set the record straight.

Anyway, speaking of Blues. It makes sense why Protoman wouldn't show up as much in this context. Roll is right there, why would Rock need Protoman's help? I imagine he usually shows up only in situations where Rock and Roll are forcibly separated or shows up to both of them individually. Whether it's because he wants to help them be more independent or test the strength of their bond remains to be seen.

I have more to say about this au, I'll try drawing some expressions and go into more detail regarding Rock and Roll's personalities in the au.

[schattenmagier]

It made sense that Pinocchio wasn't bound to this covenant. Otherwise he would have gone berserk too. Probably. Lilli watched again, with crossed arms, as Venigni started to pace around. This gives her also time to eye the man up and down. And then she raises a brow. Puppets with emotions? Given that they are puppets, in the literal sense apparently, should they be able to feel emotions? And how can Pinocchio? He doesn't even have a heart... Like not a human one... Perhaps it is not a question she should dwell on. While he hadn't been very emotional when she was around the puppet boy, it was small things that showed he felt something like emotions... Even if it was simply just him rolling his eyes.

" Polite? ... Not sure if I would use that word to describe him... "

The woman mumbled, and rolled her eyes, before she continues.

" But i think I understand what you mean... He seems completely different from the puppets I have seen so far... "

But she also understands why the man would trust Pinocchio. And if she had to be honest, she does trust him a little as well. Because she too had been saved by the puppet. Surely, she wouldn't have stood a chance against all those frenzied puppets they had fought against. Her trust is probably still more limited than the one Venigni has in him though.

" Ah... It- It's fine. I see why you trust him. And yes he is... strange in some ways. But I think him not being human explains it. "

Besides, isn't she also awkward in many situations? Even though she is human?

" He did help me yes. And I... If I'm honest, I do trust him too... Even if it might be more limited than your trust in him. "

Lilli admits, and then lets out a sigh. Perhaps she should go and meet this 'Geppetto'. Maybe she can gain some more information, and... a way to get out of Krat. Even if it included her helping these people in some way.

" I... think I will leave you to... whatever you have been doing, Sir Venigni... And meet this Geppetto you have mentioned... "

He gives half a bow at her kind words. After all, he knew that not everyone - be they from outside or citizens of Krats - could understand his reasonings, so he appreciates the fact that she doesn't try to change his mind. Granted, it could be because she couldn't care less wether he lives or dies, but he'd much rather be optimistic and see the good in others. Being nice to eachother was the least anyone could do, in moments of crisis such as these.

As her focus returned to the puppet, his eyes instinctively once again wandered to his room, then back to her.

"Well, objectively speaking... he is different. Geppeto said he's not bound to the Cavenant, and that's what makes him unique" once again he paces around, back and forth, unable to stay still as he explains more tecnicalities "He said that, without being bound to its rules, Pinocchio can't fall for the frenzy... and, even more than other awakened puppets--" a beat "...that is, those who learned to, as far as I know, truly feel emotions... he has a free will. Granted, he does what he's asked most of the time, but I think it's more due to politeness than anything else."

The Angel knows that dealing with P when he doesn't want to do something, it shows. Other awakened puppets might voice their avversion to the requests given, but can't do much else but follow it; Geppetto's boy, on the other hand, pouts and sits down on a good day and starts doing little petty pranks and uses sarcasm on the worse ones. Who taught him to be that sassy is a mystery...!

"...but, honestly... I trust him because he saved my life, and my butler Pulcinella's as well."

His voice gets much softer, almost melancholic. How he regretted asking the butler-- his friend to deal with the furnace, how scared he was of losing him!

"If it wasn't for Pinocchio, neither of us would be here. So, of course I trust him to do the right thing."

A moment of silence. And then he laughs - a little forced, a little too loud.

"Ahh, but look at me! Getting overly emotional over nothing! I mean, I bet you saw it yourself, yes? He might be a little..." ...what's the right word, there "...forceful, sometimes? A little bit awkard? But he did help you too, no?"

[megamanrecut]

I have a Mega Man AU where Roll was the prototype to the robot masters instead of Blues

and I remembered there was a similar sort of swap scenario in an episode of season two of recut where Rock and Proto swapped roles temporarily

So I thought I'd ask, what do you think would be different if Proto had swapped roles with Roll instead of Rock? I, for one, imagine proto just punching the robot masters instead of having the arm gadget that roll has.

Haha, really cool concept, your AU sounds awesome!

So for Recut, like if Roll was the older sister who became Wily's second-in-command, and Rock and Proto were twins? Lots of thoughts on this (this would be really fun to draw too~ like one of those style swaps I did awhile back, with Red Bomber Roll and Jumpsuit/Utility Arm Proto or whatever)

So Roll is still Roll, but like even cooler? So more of a 'cool badass' with the effortless charisma canon!Proto has, rather than a 'hotheaded badass' that canon!Roll is, yet also with a personal beef against Dr. Light that caused the original rift for her to defect (Maybe she too got bored?)

Meanwhile the sibling rivalry would be much more intense between Rock and Proto, with Proto especially feeling like he's been passed over. Not sure if this would make Proto more tempted to join his older sister, or if like canon!Roll he just blindly hates Wily and his second-in-command too much to ever consider this lol. But I think things would be very bitter between him and Rock at times

As for Proto's weapon, idk all the Light siblings are inventors like their father to an extent; Proto definitely likes hand-to-hand combat so punching definitely makes sense, I could still see him maybe making his own blaster like Roll did too, or maybe he does his own thing where he specializes in combat vehicles (like mini fighter jets, or a skycycle equipped with laser canons!)

Since Roll is the older sister, she'd definitely try to coax her younger brothers to join Wily, but also strive to get them to get along with each other (which they'd probably hate lol, though would also grudgingly think she is pretty cool for a bad guy)

So basically the sibling drama would still mostly be between Rock and Proto hahaha

But the real question is...would Roll have the scarf, or would that still be Proto's thing? Hmmm

Thanks for the question!

[novankenn]

The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second / Third / Fourth

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) wanted to leave as soon as they reached the infirmary, but she choose to stay. She was a little worried about what happened to Ms Nikos, but she was more afraid of what Aunt Glynda would do if she returned with out the trio of students she was supposed to be supervising.

After a quick look over, Pyrrha was roused with the use of some smelling salts. The nurse then informed them she would return in about fifteen minutes for one final check before letting them leave. So as Pyrrha's teammates, well really just one teammate unloaded barrage after barrage about what happened, and how she was feeling. Joan(Jaune) sat in a very uncomfortable plastic chair, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"So..." Pyrrha looked past Nora at Joan(Jaune), "You are really a girl?"

"Yes."

"Really?" Pyrrha hesitantly asked again.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) answered standing up and approaching the bed Pyrrha was laid upon. "Like seriously, why..."

"The boobs, or the lack of them." Nora interrupted.

"I have boobs!" Joan(Jaune) snapped.

"Not from what I..." Nora didn't get a chance to finish as Joan(Jaune) grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her hands towards her chest. Nora's eyes went wide when she felt the heavily softness under her hands, "You do... "

"Anyone else need to feel me up?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she released her grip on Nora.

"Can I do that again?" Nora asked.

"What? No!"

"Please?" Nora begged, "I'll share my pancakes with you?"

"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) took a step back a little creeped out by the orange haired girl. "Is she okay?"

"That's just how Nora is." the lone male in the room, informed Joan(Jaune). "You'll get used to it. I'm Ren by the way."

Joan(Jaune) gave Ren a sideways look.

"I'm sorry, about all this." Pyrrha offered with a soft and sad smile. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

"You annoyed me. Not upset." Joan(Jaune) responded, before asking, "So what was your malfunction?"

"Excuse me?" Pyrrha asked as Ren acted as a buffer between Nora's grasping hands, and Joan(Jaune).

"Just what I asked."

"I don't... understand the question?"

'Why did you freak when you found out I was a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked, while leaning in to look Pyrrha right in the eyes. "You have pretty eyes."

"Because of stuff like that!" Pyrrha yelped her face growing flushed with color.

"What not used to be complimented?"

"No... it's... because... um... fuck it!" Pyrrha snapped. "You say stuff like how I'm hot and shit, and I'm get interested and then... I like men! I can't be attracted to a woman, even if her ass if so delicious!"

"Okay." Joan(Jaune) stood up straight, sucked on her front teeth before speaking. "If you like guys, that's great. I like guys, but that does NOT meant you can't find people of the same sex also attractive."

"But..."

"Are you really that repressed?" Joan(Jaune) asked, with a roll of her eyes. "Listen Pyrrha. I can find you hot. I can find Nora adorable, and Ren handsome. Do you follow?"

"I'm adorable? and Ren's handsome? Way to put out the moves Joan(Jaune)-Joan(Jaune)!" Nora cheered finally having given up on molesting Joan(Jaune)'s chest again.

Ren just stood there one eyebrow raised.

"I think so?" Pyrrha answered.

"Good. NOW just because you like my ass doesn't mean your suddenly going to try and make a move on me. It means you find something attractive about me. You follow?"

"Yes?"

"No you're not." Joan(Jaune) sighed. "Do you find men or women more desirable?"

"Ah... um..."

"Did you grow up in a convent or something?" Joan(Jaune) sighed out. "Fine. would you rather do this with a guy?"

Before Pyrrha could answer Joan(Jaune) rounds about hooks her hands behind Ren's head and neck and pulls him into a heated, breath stealing kiss. It last only for about ten seconds, before Joan (Jaune) breaks contact.

"You... kissed... Rennie..." Nora whimpered as she just stood there, watching her life long friend weave on his feet.

"Or would you do it with a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she closed on Pyrrha, slipping her arms around Pyrrha's shoulders and neck, to give her a sizzling deep kiss.

Pyrrha's mind screamed in confusion. Joan(Jaune) was kissing her! She was being kissed and the lips felt so soft and tasted delicious. Her tongue... WAIT her tongue!!!

Nora stood in utter shock, as Joan(Jaune) had moved from making out with Rennie, to some heavy duty face-sucking with Pyrrha. The lip-lock broke after again only lasting about ten seconds or so.

"As you can see. I'm fine with girls or boys... did she just pass out again?" Pyrrha's eyes had rolled up into her head and she lay limp on the bed, her lips slightly parted, and moist with saliva.

"RENNIE!" Nora shrieked when Ren just finally collapsed to the floor in a limp heap. "KISS OF DEATH!!!! KISS OF DEATH!!!"

"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) turns from Pyrrha to see Ren on the floor. "Shit!"

"I must feel their heavenly form again before you steal my soul with your succubus ways!" Nora cried out as she lunged for Joan(Jaune), her hands in front of her, with her fingers spread wide.

"SHIT!" Joan(Jaune) cried out as she tried to keep away from the suddenly very energetic organette.

(A/N - Okay I've been pushing in my head for a female!Jaune stealing a kiss from Ren in front of Nora, since forever. It has now happened. My life is complete! Wonder what Weiss is going to say with Nora's new fascination? Any way hope you're all enjoying this unplanned chaos.)