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justarandomreaderxoxo · 2 months ago

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Shadows of the Heart: Chapter 1

Word count: 3123

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 24

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: Violence, Drugs (Mentioned), Alcohol

A/n: Sorry for the couple hours of delay in uploading guys, i was obsessing over refining this before posting. You also may notice many grammer error. So, forgive me please as i am not a native english speaker. Also if missed any warnings please let me know as well as if you wanna be tagged in future updates. Enjoy!!!

When you get a tip that your rivals are trying to smuggle drugs in YOUR CITY, where you do not only not deal the drugs but also strongly, very strongly discourage anyone who tries to, you got to do something about it. Lucky for you, the tip included location of their consignment which was unfortunately a moving van.

So now you are on the mission to hunt down the perps using the consignment. You sit in your car, parked just far enough from the cafe to go unnoticed. The neon glow from its signage casts streaks of colour across your windshield as you narrow your gaze at the nondescript white van idling across the street. You know that van’s make and plate by heart now—one of the many moves by the Black Hand, a rival gang brazen enough to test the borders you’ve drawn. They’ve been inching into your territory for weeks, pushing product onto your streets. But tonight, you plan to send them a message.

The van hasn’t budged in twenty minutes. You lean back in your seat, fingers gloved and relaxed around the steering wheel, eyes locked between the van and the cafe entrance. Your informant tipped you off about a possible drop-off around midnight, but so far, there’s no movement. You exhale, feeling your pulse settle as you slip into the familiar rhythm of focus, watching, waiting.

Then, movement. A figure approaches the van from a side alley, pulls up his hoodie, and darts a glance around. Your senses sharpen as he taps on the driver’s window, mutters a few words to the man inside, and waits. You tense, taking in every detail, assessing your options. Now would be the time to make your move, to intercept him before he can go any further. But you’re not about to jump the gun; you need them with product in hand—ironclad proof.

The man steps away, scanning the street and even glancing toward the cafe as if considering his next move. Your brow furrows. The Black Hand’s drops are predictable, but this cafe is unfamiliar territory. It’s either a random choice or a cover—a test to see if you’ll take the bait.

You reach for your phone, ready to signal your backup waiting nearby, when a faint chime catches your attention. The cafe door swings open. You look over, expecting just another late-night customer, but a woman steps outside, glancing toward the van with a curious expression.

You frown, assessing the potential risk. An innocent bystander complicating things is the last thing you need. Calm but decisive, you slip out of your car, moving toward the cafe with purpose, your eyes darting between the woman and the van, where the dealer still hovers.

Your mere presence is enough to make him falter. He catches sight of you, nerves etched in his face, before retreating to the safety of the van. Satisfaction flickers through you as they pull away from the curb. No words were needed; your reputation alone was enough to interrupt.

Now putting on your backup to follow the van, you decide to take a breather in the café from where the woman came from. It looked cozy enough to breathe for a few minutes.

The bell above the door chimes softly as you step into the warm, inviting atmosphere of the cafe. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air, momentarily pulling your thoughts away from the weight of the mission that brought you here. You glance around, taking in the cozy decor and the gentle hum of conversations from patrons savouring their afternoon.

Then your gaze lands on the counter, and the rest of the room blurs into the background. There she stands—a beautiful woman, commanding yet effortlessly charming as she chats with a customer. Your heart flutters, and you catch your breath, feeling an unexpected thrill. Something about her presence draws you in, an invisible thread that makes your pulse quicken.

You gather yourself, steadying your thoughts as you approach the counter. Your eyes settle on the name tag pinned to her apron: “Wanda.”

“I’ll have a cappuccino, please,” you say, managing to keep your voice calm.

Wanda looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a warmth that feels unexpectedly personal. “Coming right up! Do you come here often?” she asks, her tone friendly and inviting.

“Not until today. I was… just passing through,” you reply, hoping your smile is as relaxed as hers. Leaning slightly against the counter, you feel compelled to ask, “What’s your secret? How do you make this place feel so… welcoming?”

She chuckles softly, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. “It’s all about the people. Everyone who walks through that door has their own story, and I just try to create a space where they feel at home.”

You’re captivated, not just by Wanda’s beauty but by her passion. “Well, you certainly succeed. It feels like a little oasis in the middle of all the chaos,” you say, your gaze lingering on her smile.

As she prepares your drink, you sense that this encounter is more than a simple coffee order. Maybe it’s the mission that’s led you here, or maybe it’s something entirely different. There’s a connection forming, one that feels powerful, as though it could lead to something life changing.

“Here you go,” she says, placing the cappuccino in front of you. “On the house for my new favourite customer.”

Your heart skips again, and you grin.

“Are you sure you want to be giving away free coffee? I might just become a regular.”

“Then I’d be glad to have you here,” she replies, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Just promise you’ll share your story next time.”

You chuckle, feeling warmth spread through you. “Deal. I will be back, Wanda.”

As you turn to leave, you cannot resist glancing back one last time, meeting her gaze. And in that moment, you know—this is the start of something significant, something that could change everything.

After successfully taking care of The Black Hand, which took a few days, in which you can’t stop thinking about the shy cute barista you met. So, you decided to just fuck it and go meet her now. That’s why you are here now at a not really a café hour standing outside her café.

The streetlights cast a soft glow over the quiet street as you hurry toward Wanda's cafe. You can see the lights are dimmed inside, and your heart sinks at the thought of missing her again. Since your last meeting, you’ve found yourself thinking about the beautiful barista more often than you care to admit.

As you reach the door, you notice it’s slightly ajar. Taking a breath, you push it open, the familiar chime of the bell echoing in the near-empty space. The cafe is almost dark, with only a few flickering candles on the tables and the warm glow from the kitchen lights illuminating the back.

Wanda is wiping down the counter, her focus on her work, unaware of your presence. A few moments pass before she notices you standing there. “Oh, hey there,” she says, looking up with a gentle smile that shifts quickly to a look of surprise.

“Sorry I’m late!” you say, stepping closer, your heart racing. “I didn’t realize you were closing up.”

For a heartbeat, Wanda is silent, her expression unreadable.

You hesitate, feeling the weight of your words. “I hope you don’t mind me barging in like this,” you add sincerely. “I just had to come back. Do you remember me? I was here a few days ago.”

Wanda’s eyes brighten at the mention of your last visit. “Of course, I remember you. It’s not every day I give away free coffee.” A faint blush warms her cheeks, and her gaze dips toward the counter.

A rush of warmth floods through you at her words. “Really? I was worried you might forget about me.”

“Not a chance,” Wanda replies, her tone playful. “I was actually hoping you would return.”

Your heart skips at her admission. “Then I guess I’m lucky,” you say, stepping closer, sensing the spark in the air. “So, what were you hoping I’d come back for?”

Wanda’s expression softens as she meets your gaze. “To share stories, maybe. I’d love to know more about you.”

You nod, feeling both curious and amused. “Well, there’s plenty to tell. I’m involved in… let’s say, interesting work.”

Wanda raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Interesting work? Do tell.”

“I run a couple of businesses, it’s complicated.” you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I can tell you it doesn’t involve making coffee.”

“Pity,” she teases, stepping out from behind the counter and gesturing to a nearby table. “Why don’t we sit? I’d love to hear all about it over some of my best pastries. I can’t let you leave empty-handed.”

As you settle into the cozy warmth of the cafe, you feel a surprising sense of calm. This is more than just a chance encounter; it’s an opportunity to connect with someone who stirs something in you that you hadn’t expected.

You exchange stories, laughter filling the quiet space as time slips by, both of you savouring the easy joy of each other’s company. As the last customers trickle out and the cafe grows even dimmer, you realize you’ve found more than just a break from your chaotic life—you’ve found a connection that feels electric.

After leaving Wanda’s you thought to get a drink before going to sleep, knowing the excitement of time spent with Wanda won’t let sleep come that easy. And come on who could blame you, it's Wanda we are talking about. With all the shit you see every day, Wanda was a nice, warm ray of sunshine in your world of shadows. You didn’t even notice when time passed when you were talking with Wanda. It felt so natural like you two were some long-lost friends who just picked up where they left things.

So, to get the said drink you go to your dad’s bar knowing it’s well past the last call. Shield was a really exclusive bar. You needed to know the right people to get in. It was also a neutral ground for all the families, not that many were left after your father combined the most prominent ones and formed The Avengers. A crime syndicate whom everyone feared.

At the centre of the said syndicate was You, the young firecracker. People who knew the name Y/N Fury knew to fear it too, everyone knew you were ruthless. But what most didn’t know is that you were also truly kind and compassionate. You weren’t just there because Nick Fury adopted you, you made that clear that you deserve to be there with your charm and your brilliance in business. But enough about you, everyone knows you’re awesome.👑

The city outside is quiet, the streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlights as you step into Shield. The bar is dimly lit, its usual buzz replaced by a peaceful stillness; it’s open only for Avengers tonight, even after hours. It’s exactly what you hoped for -a quiet moment to savour the evening after your delightful second encounter with Wanda.

You make your way to the bar, still carrying a spark of excitement. A permanent smile lingers on your lips, a trace of the warmth Wanda stirred within you. The night air seems to hum with the thrill you feel, and you can barely contain it.

“Just a quiet nightcap,” you murmur to yourself, slipping behind the bar where you know you're allowed. With practiced ease, you pour yourself a glass of whiskey, watching the amber liquid catch the low light.

Leaning back, you take a slow sip, letting the rich warmth spread as you sink into your thoughts of Wanda. You savour a blissful contentment, letting the usual worries of your life slip away, if only for a while.

From the shadows in a corner booth, two familiar figures—Yelena and Natasha—watch you, their eyes glimmering with shared amusement. They exchange a glance, clearly entertained by the blissful look on your face.

“Look at her,” Yelena whispers, nudging Natasha with a grin. “She’s like a giddy schoolgirl.”

Natasha chuckles, her eyes bright with sisterly mischief. “Oh, she’s definitely smitten.”

Lost in your thoughts, you take another sip, oblivious to the two pairs of eyes studying you from across the room. A contented sigh escapes you, and your smile doesn’t falter.

“Should we go tease her?” Yelena suggests, barely containing her laughter.

“Absolutely,” Natasha replies with a grin. “It’d be criminal to let this pass.”

They slide off their booth and make their way over, their footsteps quiet as they approach. Yelena clears her throat dramatically, and you blink out of your reverie, startled as you spot them in front of you.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our little Fury,” Yelena teases, leaning against the bar with a grin.

You laugh, surprised and delighted to see them. “You two scared me! I didn’t think anyone else would be here. And I am at least older than you Yel-bear.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a smirk. “And here you are, grinning like you’ve just hit the jackpot. What’s got you so happy? A new mission? Or maybe… something else?”

You chuckle, feeling warmth spread to your cheeks. “Maybe a bit of both. I just had… a really good evening.”

Yelena leans in, a playful gleam in her eye. “With someone special, maybe?”

You pause, your smile turning coy. “Maybe,” you admit, still savouring the memory. “There’s someone.”

Natasha and Yelena exchange a look, their teasing softened by genuine warmth. Natasha’s smirk softens, and she says, “Looks like someone’s in deep.”

“Oh, shut up!” You swat at them playfully, your laughter filling the empty bar.

Yelena chuckles, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “We’re only looking out for you. If someone makes you this giddy, they must be worth it.”

A wave of gratitude fills you, and you lean against Yelena’s shoulder, feeling the comfort of her embrace. “Thanks, you two. It means a lot.” You glance up at them, feeling the bond you share—the connection forged through battles and triumphs—wrap around you like a safety net.

Natasha’s gaze softens as she looks at you, a mix of pride and protectiveness in her eyes. “We’ve always got your back. Anyone who makes you feel like this has got to be special.”

Yelena nudges you playfully. “Just remember, if she hurts you, we’ll take care of it. You’ve got the best bodyguards a sister could ask for.”

You giggle, letting the joy of the moment sweep over you. “I know you would. I couldn’t ask for better sisters.”

The three of you settle in together, the quiet of the bar now filled with laughter, the warmth of camaraderie mingling perfectly with the whiskey in your glass. Surrounded by the two of the three people who know you best, you feel at home in a way you rarely do. Tonight, the world is small, warm, and perfect. And as the hours drift by, the bonds of sisterhood grow even stronger, leaving you smiling at the thought of the mysterious woman who sparked a new joy in your life.

Pietro was on his way to check up on Wanda that same night you both met. But as he got near to her café, he could see her talking and laughing with you over her pastries. He also notices how her eyes lingered on you a second too longer sometimes. Ultimately, he decides to leave, he is not a menace. He will just tease her later about it.

The morning sun hadn’t quite risen over the city, and Wanda was already busy in the cafe kitchen, kneading dough for the day’s first batch of pastries. The rhythmic motions of her hands and the comforting warmth of the oven filled the room as she lost herself in her morning routine. The door swung open, and in walked Pietro, looking far too awake for the hour, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“Dobroye utro, sestra,” he greeted, his voice filled with teasing warmth. “Already hard at work, or are you just distracting yourself?”

Wanda looked up, wiping flour off her hands onto her apron. “Good morning, brat moj. Shouldn’t you be sleeping off last night’s adventures?” She raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden appearance.

“Ah, but how could I sleep,” he sighed dramatically, leaning against the counter, “when I saw my mila sestra sharing her cafe with someone after closing hours?” Pietro’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Now who might that be?”

Wanda felt her cheeks grow warm. She turned back to her work, forcing a casual shrug. “Oh, dosta, Pietro. She’s just a customer. She was friendly, that’s all.”

“Samo prijateljica, hmm?” Pietro raised an eyebrow, pressing on. “Well, most ‘just customers’ don’t get private late-night talks.” He smirked, crossing his arms as he watched her. “You looked… well, a little smitten.”

“Stop it,” she muttered, rolling her eyes but unable to hide a small, sheepish smile. “Not every friendly face means something, you know?”

Pietro moved closer, playfully poking her shoulder. “Ne lazi, Wanda. I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since… ever.” His teasing softened slightly. His tone more serious. “Come on, moya sestra, you can tell me. She seemed important.”

“She’s…” Wanda paused, caught between wanting to share and keeping it all to herself. “She’s just different, that’s all. She listens.”

“Listens?” Pietro raised a brow. “It’s been two days, and already she’s got you all… like this. Look at you, smiling like lovesick puppy!”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, swatting him away with a light smack on the arm. “Stop! She’s a friend, dobro? Someone who’s interesting, that’s all.”

Pietro leaned in, whispering with a grin, “You don’t give free coffee to just any ‘interesting’ person, moya sestra.”

She shook her head, feigning exasperation but smiling despite herself. “Fine. Maybe she’s a little more interesting than others,” she admitted. “But only a little.”

“Oh, I know” he said with a grin, crossing his heart. “I won’t say a word.” He winked and headed for the door, calling back, “Remember, you can’t hide anything from me, moya mila!”

Wanda laughed softly, shaking her head as he left. She couldn’t deny it, Pietro had a point. And as she went back to her work, the thought of seeing you again brought a warmth to her smile that even her brother’s teasing couldn’t chase away.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #yelena belova #marvel fanfiction #mafia au #female reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #lesbian #lgbtq #pietro maximoff

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claudiamorie · 30 days ago

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If I remember correctly, they didn't find Uzi body just her beanie and if that's all they could find from her where is her body, did kinda you know melted away like cyn's or something?

[MDReWrittenEndAu ]

LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS

im still working on the first comic pages to set up this au, so bare with me as i try to explain without giving away huge lore

The black hole kinda exploded outward after uzi ate cyns heart/core. V and N never saw cyns body start to melt as they had been pushed out and away by the blast. They also didn't get to see what happened to uzi or what uzi did to cause that blast. They have no idea she ate cyns core or what happened inside.

SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMER ERROR IM TYPING THIS OUT LATE AT NIGHT

#murder drones #mdrewrittenendau #murder drones au

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lilspidermonkey · 2 years ago

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Bakugou x Reader Touch Chapter VI

This one took a little longer than i anticipated to post, but here it is!

This one does have a lemon scene in it, but with it being their first times, it’s not going to be anything too rough or intence, so I’m sorry about that!

If any spelling or grammer errors, all i can say is that words are hard!

The next morning was warm, the sun seemed extra bright, and the birds seemed to be in a good mood. The room was bright, despite the blinds, the sun-filled Bakugou’s room with warm light, the sounds of kissing echoing through the room. You were on top of Bakugou, cupping his face in your hands as you were leaning down kissing the boy, over and over. Bakugou had his hand on your hips, his fingers tickling your skin. He pinched at the fabric of the baggy shirt on your body, “Could’ve just taken one from the closet.” He grinned. You sighed down at him, “Like it better when I take it directly from you.” You teased. Bakugou tugged the shirt down, and you lean down with it, “So do I.” he whispered. You grinned and continued to make out with the boy. Bakugou’s hands slipped back to your hips under the shirt, but you shivered at feeling his fingers traveling further up to your waist. Sighing into the kiss, your voice trembling, Bakugou leaned up, to kiss you more before leaning into your neck. Feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth play with your skin, you trembled in his hold, your hands going into his hair. Bakugou leaned to your ear, “Want my hands to go higher? Or,” he slowly slipped one hand down from your waist, sliding it down past your hip and onto your ass, giving a good grope, “lower?” You jolted at feeling the grope, your back arching a little, you glared at the boy, “Pervert.” You grumbled. Bakugou grinned with sharp eyes, “Says the one not wearing pants.” He said. You scoffed, “You’re not wearing a shirt.” You pointed out. The boy shrugged, “You took it from me.” At your lack of response, the boy’s grin grew. He brought you back into the kiss, nibbling at your lip, pulling sounds from you. You pushed into Bakugou, you couldn’t help the frustration that you were feeling, you wanted him to just touch you, kiss you, everything. Bakugou hissed at the movement of your hips, you felt his body tremble, “Jesus, careful.” He grumbled. You smiled mischievously, loving to his ear, “Can’t handle it?” you whispered, biting his ear as you brought your hips over him again. The boy growled, his hold on your ass and waist tight. He glared at you as you pulled back to look at him, “You’re asking for it.” He breathed. You smiled, your blush was heating up your whole face. Reaching back, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand that was on your ass, guiding it to slip under the shirt. You held his other hand as you placed them both high up on your waist, you shivered, nervousness creeping up on you. Looking to the boy’s eyes, you could see past the excitement, that he was nervous as well. You sighed, “Bakugou…” you whispered. And that’s all that was needed, Bakugou brought you back to his lips, the hungry kiss making you moan. Going for your neck again, you leaned your head back, letting him access your throat as he kissed and bit it. As you just moaned a little louder, a knock was heard at the door. You almost screamed at them to fuck off, this happened too often, you were going to have to put a goddamn sign on the door for people to piss off and just leave a text. Bakugou groaned in frustration, “What!?” he yelled. “Hey man, you ready to go?” called Kirishima. Bakugou groaned, rubbing his face, “Fuck.” He looked up at you. “Me and Shitty Hair are supposed to study today.” You smiled with a sigh, “That’s okay, I promised Tetsu that I’d hang out with him.” You said. You climbed off the boy, and he reached over to grab your hand, his face not happy. Trying to hold back your laughter, you smiled and kissed the boy, “We talked about this. You’re not going to keep me from Tetsu. What if I told you to stop seeing Kirishima?” you asked. Bakugou shrugged, “Bye Shitty Hair.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “Yeah right, he’s your best friend, face it.” You said. The boy grumbled looking off to the side, he knew you were right. You raised your hand to hook around his neck, and brought him closer, “Would it make you feel better to know that you’re the only one I do this to?” you said as you kissed his jaw. “Or this?” you went to his neck and kissed it as well. Leaning back you didn’t even have to say the words as you kissed his lips. Bakugou gripped your hand and brought his other hand to rest on your lower back, deepening the kiss. “Ahh, dude? You in there?” Kirishima’s voice carried through the door. Bakugou pulled away and groaned, leaning his head back, “Give me a second!” he yelled. You giggled, “If you’re that worried about it then…” your voice trailed off as you looked at Bakugou mischievously. When the door opened, Kirishima looked surprised to have his eyes drop down to meet yours. You smiled up at the boy, “Hi Kirishima!” you said. The boy blinked, and in realization of your appearance, blushed, “H-hi (Y/n)!” he said in embarrassment. At his embarrassment, you felt your own creep up. You blushed, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it, laters!” you called and walked away. Kirishima watched as you retreated down the hall. Looking into the room, Kirishima saw Bakugou, his hand covering the lower half of his face, his cheeks red as he glared down at the side. Kirishima went red at seeing this, and the shirtless Bakugou, “Dude, was she wearing your shirt??” he asked. Bakugou rubbed his hand up and down his face, “Yes!!” he yelled.

After putting on a different shirt, Bakugou, and Kirishima were in the room, sitting on the floor with books around them. Bakugou was glaring off to the side, his leg bouncing, while Kirishima had his eyes darting from the table, to Bakugou, to the bed, and back again. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, things are going…well?” he asked. Bakugou growled, “Just shut up!” he groaned. With a ding, Bakugou looked at his phone, his expression fading from one of anger to hesitation and frustration. Kirishima looked the boy up and down, “I heard (Y/n) and Tetsutetsu are hanging out today.” The boy looked up from his phone and off to the side, a huff as a response. Kirishima gave a half smile, “Still upset over the whole thing with those two?” he asked. Bakugou sighed and ruffled his hair, “I dunno.” He said. The red-haired boy leaned on the table, “Do you think she has feelings for him?” he asked. Bakugou shot his head up, “Like hell she would go for a metal bastard like him!” he yelled. Kirishima laughed, “Okay, okay!” he said, putting his hands up. “Then…do you not trust her?” Bakugou grumbled, “It’s not that.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Jesus, I don’t know, it’s not even that big of a deal.” Kirishima smiled, “You like her.” He said. Bakugou glanced at him, then back to the ground. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “Wait, you,” he huffed a laugh, “You love her.” Bakugou cringed, “Shut up, Shitty Hair!” he said. The redhead rubbed the back of his head, “Does she know?” he asked. The blonde scoffed, “She might have an idea.” He said. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “You didn’t tell her!?” he yelled. Bakugou glared, “You really think I would say some cheesy shit like that?” he yelled back. Kirishima groaned, “Then how would she know?” he asked. Bakugou averted his eyes, and Kirishima’s eyebrow went up, “Wait, have you guys…kissed?” he asked. When Bakugou scrunched up his nose and just glanced at the bed, Kirishima blushed, “Did you guys…?” Bakugou glared, “Watch it, Shitty Hair!” he warned. He sighed and grumbled, “We haven’t done anything like that…not exactly.” Kirishima blinked, “Wait, are you still under the quirk accident?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou looked to his friend and then his hands, “I think? I don’t know, it’s not like how it was before. I can go pretty much a good few hours without her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be around her.” He shrugged. “But it’s not like I’m going to go into a panic. More like I just want her near me, I don’t want her to leave me.” Kirishima smiled at his good friend, “Bakugou, you’re totally not under the quirk anymore, you just have feeling for her.” He said. “How long have you felt this way?” Bakugou sighed, “I don’t know, Jesus, before the fight? I think? Fuck if I know, it’s felt like this for more than a few days, that’s all I know.” He said. Kirishima nodded, “Does she know you’re not affected anymore?” he asked, when Bakugou didn’t respond, the redhead groaned. “Dude!!” Bakugou groaned as well, “Back off! How the hell am I meant to tell her?” he yelled. Kirishima lifted his hands as he shrugged, “I dunno, maybe the exact way you just told me?” The blonde sighed, “Easier said than done.” He mumbled. Kirishima smiled at the boy, “You’ll be alright, I’m sure by now, (Y/n) is used to your personality, even way before this whole quirk accident.” He said. Bakugou huffed, “I know.” He said. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, do you have…protection?” he asked. The blonde's red eyes shot wide as he creaked his neck, the movement robotic-like, looking at Kirishima with death in his eyes, “What did you just say?” he spat. The redhead put his hands up, “Look man, I just want you to be careful, it’s normal for teenagers to…experiment…with the person they like.” He explained. Bakugou went red, from anger and embarrassment, “Shut up!! We’re not talking about this!!” he yelled.

You were sitting on the Tetsutetsu’s bed, Switch in hand as you played. Tetsutetsu sat on the floor, back against the bed, also holding a Switch in his hands, the two of you playing a game against each other. The boy cleared his throat, “Are we still not going to talk about it?” he asked. You sighed, “Are you still going to ask about it?” you asked in frustration. The boy looked up in thought, “Yeah, probably.” He nodded. Grumbling you laid your head down, “Ughhhh, okay, fine!” you gave in. The boy grinned and leaned his head back, “Awesome! Okay, so what’s with Bakugou’s shirt? And what’s with the bite on your throat?” he asked. Bakugou’s little nibbles on your neck were pretty light, so they weren’t visible. The bite on your throat, however, was not. It wasn’t overly dark, but it was noticeable for sure, and Tetsutetsu couldn’t take his eyes off it at first. You sighed, sitting up, “Things with me and Bakugou have…taken a few steps.” You said. Tetsutetsu turned, “As in…?” at seeing you just blush, his eyes widened. “Did you guys have-” Slamming your hands over his mouth, you cut him off, “No!” you yelled. You grimaced, “But…close.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, so you guys are, y’know, together?” he asked. You rubbed the back of your neck, “Not exactly.” You sighed. The boy tilted his head, “Wait, hasn’t he told you he loves you?” he asked. You cringed a little, “No.” you said. He blinked, “Have you still not told him you’re in love with him?” he asked in shock. You almost gagged, “No!” you waved your hands. “I take it back, let’s not talk about it.” Tetsutetsu shook his head, “So neither one of you know how the other feels?” he asked. You sighed, “We have an idea…” you mumbled. The boy shook his head, “How exactly?” he asked. Bringing your knees to your chest you leaned against the wall, “He took me out yesterday to a food festival, and when we were talking, things kinda took a turn, and we kissed.” Rubbing your face, you sighed again. “And then more when we got to the dorms…and even more this morning.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, but you guys haven’t…?” he trailed off. You groaned, “I mean, no, we haven’t.” you hid your face in your hands. “But I’m kinda sure it was heading in that direction. Things were getting heated, but Kirishima knocked on the door, which happens way too often, and I’m pretty sure things were going in that direction.” Tetsutetsu rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, I’m sorry if this kinda upsets you, but is Bakugou still under that quirk accident you told me about?” he asked. You wrapped your arms back around your legs, “I think so. But I don’t think Bakugou would go this far if it was because of the quirk. If so, then I feel like it would’ve happened sooner.” You explained. The boy nodded, “I get where you’re coming from, and I don’t want you to think that he might not actually like you, cause I’m sure he does.” The boy looked down in hesitation. You smiled at him, “But you want to be sure that he likes me for me, and that it’s not just the quirk making him think he does.” You finished for the boy. He looked back up at you, “Yeah.” He stood up and joined you on the bed, “Sorry, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” You smiled at him and gripped his hand, “I know, but I know Bakugou, I’ll talk to him about it.” You said. The boy smiled as well, “You’re like my little sister, I can’t stand to see you getting hurt over a boy.” He said. You laughed, “Little sister? We’re the same age, you metal butt!” you said. The both of you laughed and you kicked him off the bed.

You got a text from Bakugou, telling you to come back for dinner. Excited, you took off from Tetsutetsu’s dorm, bumping into Bakugou in the front yard of the 1-A dorm. You smiled as you went over to him, “What’s for dinner?” you asked. The boy grabbed your hand and started walking, dragging you along, “Let’s go out for it.” He said. Looking down, you tried to stop the boy, “Hold up, let me get changed then.” You said. Bakugou turned to look you up and down and around your face, “You look fine.” He said. Giving him a look of disbelief, you huffed, “The hell I do, Bakugou, I’m wearing your shirt I slept in last night, I’m wearing my stay-at-home tracksuit pants, I haven’t touched my hair besides just throwing it up into a messy bun, and not the nice kind.” You listed off. Bakugou shrugged, “You look fine, I don’t see the issue.” He said, continuing to drag yours along with him. You blinked, “You don’t care that I look like this, with you, in public?” you asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Why the hell would I?” he asked. You hesitated, trying to find the words, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Why the hell should I be embarrassed with you being dressed comfortably? As long as you’re not dressed like a weirdo or a freak, I couldn’t care less.” He said. You watched the back of him as you followed with him, soon smiling. God, he wasn’t even aware of how much that actually made you so happy to hear. He didn’t take you anywhere fancy, which you preferred. It was a little American-themed diner, which you found so cute and bizarre. Sitting in a booth across from each other, you both laughed and talked and shared food and drinks together, you were even able to convince Bakugou to take a few pictures with you. After having something to eat, you both walked by a park, to which you couldn’t resist. You practically forced him to go to the playground, he thought it was dumb and childish, but from the smiles and laughter, you could tell he was having fun. Climbing to the top of a little animal-shaped igloo, you smiled, this was so much fun. You always had fun with Bakugou, well, mostly, but as much as he got on your nerves, you never regretted becoming his friend. Bakugou looked up at you, “Hey, Kindergartener, let’s go.” He called up. You smiled, “Catch me?” you asked. The boy looked unimpressed, “I’ll drop you so fast.” He threatened. Laughing out, you grinned at him, “Nah, I don’t think you will.” Taking a few steps back, you raced forward and jumped. “Here I come!” But despite his words, the boy easily caught you in his arms, making you laugh from the excitement, and proving the boy wrong. He looked down at you as you were in his hold, feet on the ground now, “You’re an idiot.” He commented. You grinned, “And yet you can’t stay away from this idiot.” You teased. The boy half smiled, “Whatever.” He said. You pretended to be surprised, “You didn’t deny it!” you laughed. He rolled his eyes, “Shut up already.” He said, giving you a kiss. Humming into the kiss, you relaxed into it, but you couldn’t get Tetsutetsu’s concerns out of your head, along with your own. Looking up at the blonde's red eyes, you sighed, cupping his cheek, “Can I ask you something?” you asked. The boy looked hesitant, but nodded, “Sure.” He agreed. You took a breath and sighed, “I just wanted to ask, so that I’m not just unnecessarily worrying.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Are you feeling the way you do about me, for me?” Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, rubbing the back of his head, Kirishima’s words echoing in his head. He sighed, “You want to know if it’s the quirk making me think I’m feeling the way I am?” he asked. You shrugged one shoulder, “I know that it’s a little silly to question, but I guess I just kinda need to hear it confirmed with your own words?” you said, it sounded more like a question than how you planned. Bakugou watched your eyes, “Honestly, thinking about it, I don’t think the quirk has been in effect for a while now.” He said. You blinked, “What? For how long?” you asked. He sighed, “I don’t know, more than a few days? It’s not like I was fully paying attention to it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. Taking a breath, you sighed, “Unnecessarily worrying.” You said, smiling up at him. “So does that mean, you actually have feelings for me?” The boy’s cheeks tinted pink, “You seriously going to bring that up?” he asked, avoiding your eyes. You grinned, “Of course I am.” You laughed. Bakugou gave an irritated pout, reaching his hand to cup your face, “You already know, so it doesn’t matter.” He said, inching closer. You put up your hand to block his lips from yours, “Nope! No kisses for you before you admit it!” you announced. The boy grumbled, “Jesus Christ, why does it matter so much? It’s fine right?” he asked. You just hummed, ignoring his stubbornness, “Maybe tonight I’ll even spend the night in my room alone, considering a certain someone doesn’t need it anymore, and hasn’t said anything about certain feelings.” You teased, walking off. The boy groaned loudly and reached out his hand to catch you while you were walking, “No one said I didn’t need it anymore.” He sighed roughly in defeat. “I guess I have feelings that are, more than what they would be for anyone else.” You turned to look at the boy, poor thing turning red and eyes locked on the ground. Giggling, you walked up to him, cupping his face in your hand, “I’ll settle for that.” You said, smiling. The boy lifted an eyebrow, “And you?” he asked. You bit your lip, “I obviously have ‘feelings that are more than what they would be for anyone else’ too.” You repeated. The boy grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

Going back to the dorm hand in hand, it felt a little different than all the other times, this time you both knew how you both felt about each other. It was like you guys were little pre-schoolers, giggling and smiling at each other happily while swinging your conjoined hands, you doing most of the swinging and giggling, but it was fine since Bakugou had no complaints about it, this time. Returning back to his room, you sighed, “I’ll quickly take a bath, I won’t be long-” But you were cut off at the door as Bakugou put his hand on it, blocking you from opening it. You turned to look up at him, but as he was blocking the door, he had also cadged you up against it. His eyes stared down at you, “You’re not going anywhere.” He said in a low voice. Your face flushed pink, shit his voice was amazing, “I wouldn’t be long.” You breathed out, not trusting your voice. The boy leaned down to kiss your neck, making you jolt, “I’m not letting you go.” He said, continuing to look at you with his sharp eyes. You licked your lips, your breath trembling, “Ever?” you asked. The boy just grinned down at you, swooping down to capture your lips with his in a rough kiss. And that was all the answer you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he put his hands on your hips. Nibbling on his lips, a groan escaped Bakugou’s lips, he bent down for a moment, only to pick you up by your waist, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Putting you back against the door, Bakugou continued with the deep kiss, pulling little moans from your lips. Wracking your hands through his hair, you pulled back for breath, but seeing the boy with his forehead exposed, thanks to your fingers, did something to both your head, and your lower region. Bakugou impatiently brought you back in for another kiss, pulling off the door, Bakugou had let you slip down back onto the ground. You both stumbled deep sighs in each other’s mouths as Bakugou helped in the removal of your pants. Taking a step back to admire your form, Bakugou grinned, “You look great in nothing but my shirt on you.” He said, a hint of a growl in his voice. You blushed but grinned, “Yeah, I’m not surprised, considering all the ogling you do.” You teased. The boy kept his smile as he grabbed you again, “When you first put it on while half asleep, I almost couldn’t take it.” He said. “Looked real good.” You titled your head, “Didn’t picture you for the ‘boyfriend shirt’ type.” You teased. “Not a kink I would’ve pinned you for.” The boy smiled mischievously, “Just wait.” He breathed. You blushed, a shiver going through your body at the attractiveness of the boy. He scooped you up again, bringing you up to his torso, and kissing you. You cupped his face and accepted all the kisses, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist again. Bakugou brought you over to the bed, him crawling over to the middle on his knees, then laid you down, not roughly, but enough to make you do a little bounce. You giggled a little, the boy just looking down at you as he towered over you. Lifting his shirt over his head, your blush intensified. He sighed after getting the shirt over his head, pushing his hair back from his forehead, his cheeks tinted pink. Seeing his hair pushed back again, you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together lightly. At your reaction, the boy’s smile grew, leaning down to put his hands under his shirt you were wearing, his hands warm on your bare skin. Pushing the shirt up, you leaned up to go along with helping in taking off the shirt. With both shirts on the ground, the boy looked down at you. His intense eyes made you a little shy, you covered yourself a little, being in just your bra and panties. The boy grabbed your hands, pinning them up above your head. Looking at him, you met his red eyes, keeping his gaze, he leaned down and caught your lips. Kissing you deeply, he moved to your jaw, then down to your neck. As he sucked and nibbled your neck, the sensations shot down your body. Heaving out some heavy breaths, Bakugou soon moved down your neck, going for your collarbone. With every movement, Bakugou brought your hands down with him. Finally reaching to the middle of your chest, the boy released your hands, bringing his to your waist, gripping at you to bring you closer. You moaned as the kisses went down your sternum. Bakugou’s hand moved up from your waist, going up and under your back. Feeling him going for the back of your bra, you arched your back, nervousness seeping into your chest. Feeling your nervousness, Bakugou pulled back to look at you, his face more flushed, “Trust me.” He whispered to you. You licked your lips then bit at your lower lip, giving him a small nod. At your nod, the boy leaned in to kiss you, continuing with his movements to remove your bra. Unclipping the back with small difficulty, the boy brought down the straps from your shoulders and slipped your bra off. Leaning back to look at you, a shiver went through his body, his face pink, but his ears and neck red. Moving your hands to rub up his chest, you titled your head, “Just going to stare?” you asked teasingly. At that, the boy grinned widely, sitting up to slingshot your bra across the room somewhere. You laughed at this, and the boy swooped in to steal kisses from you, “You’re an idiot.” You giggled. The boy put his hand through his hair, pushing it back again, “Your idiot.” He said. You grinned bashfully, looking away, “You’re such a dork!” you laughed. Bakugou leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear, “Your dork.” He said, then bit your ear. You moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders. The both of you slowly getting into a rhythm, kissing and touching. Things started to get a bit more serious. After leaving so many marks on your body, and you some on him, Bakugou tugged at your panties, sliding them off and throwing them over his shoulder. You blushed like crazy, but you were too excited to get too shy. Bringing the boy down to continue kissing, you lifted your leg, brushing up against Bakugou’s bulge. The boy flinched, groaning as he trembled. You grinned, continuing to rub against his bulge, the boy trembling and heavily breathed. He glared down at you, “Don’t tease me.” He said. Sliding his hands down your stomach, his fingers slipped under your panties. You flinched and gasped as the boy's fingers played around, feeling the wetness. He watched you, “You’re really wet.” He pointed out. You flushed and covered your face with your hands, panting uncontrollably from pleasure. Bakugou played with your entrance, before finally slipping two fingers in. Feeling this you moaned out, reaching one hand away from your face to grab his arm. The boy pushed his fingers in and out of you, a slow pace at first, but then increasing with each thrust. Hearing your moans, the boy took this as a good sign, he moved his hands slightly so that his palm was flush against your clit. The movement of his fingers causing his palm to stimulate your clit. You continued to moan, the pleasure making your head fuzzy. Soon, after a bit more touching and kissing, Bakugou leaned back, undoing his pants, and letting his bulge free. You blushed seeing it, your lowers throbbing intensely. Bakugou was breathing heavily as he moved your legs to either side of himself, getting your hips close to him. You felt him rub his hot member against your wet entrance, making your body tremble in anticipation. Bakugou looked down at you, “Ready?” he asked, almost out of breath himself. You looked at him, your body still trembling, nodding at him. The boy trembled himself, positioning himself, then with a few calming breaths, pushed himself into you, as slowly and gently as possible. You flinched, arching your back, hands flying to grip the bed sheets and Bakugou’s shoulders as you moaned out. The boy trembled and groaned, looking down at you, “You okay?” he asked. You nodded through your moans, “Yes..!” you moaned in response. Bakugou groaned again, feeling your tightness on him, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He breathed. Continuing, you could feel that it did hurt, but not too badly, more like a tight stretching sensation. As Bakugou set a steady pace, you moaned and gripped him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The boy blinked down at you, reaching over to wipe your tears away with his thumb. Feeling his hand, you pushed into his hand, enjoying his gentle touch. The pain slowly subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure. Bakugou leaned down to kiss you, fastening the pace. You moaned into his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder as he thrust into you. Bakugou groaned, “I’m close..” he groaned into your ear. Your legs tightened around him, “Me too..!” you breathed. The boy leaned back, grabbing your hips, he started to thrust into you harder and faster. You moaned louder, the pleasure clouding your embarrassment. Hearing your cries of pleasure, the boy went even faster. You felt as if your vision was blurring from the pleasure, feeling your body temperature rise, and tingling. With a few more thrusts, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, making you cry out. Feeling your release, Bakugou leaned down feeling your fingers digging into his back, causing the boy to also finish. After a few extra thrusts, the boy stopped, breathing heavily together. He soon pulled himself out of you, pulling a whimper from your lips. Shaking from loss of energy and ecstasy, the boy collapsed onto you. You hugged him close as you both breathed heavily together, holding each other through each other’s highs. You were happy, you would never regret this. It was awkward, sexy, and fun, it made you feel closer than you ever have with Bakugou. You could feel tears building up again, but you just gripped the boy tighter. Bakugou leaned his head up, staring at you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes, “You regretting it already?” he asked. You knew he was half joking, but it made you a little upset. You shook your head, “Never.” You looked him in the eyes. “I’m just really happy.” The boy smiled down at you, “Being all corny now, huh?” he teased. That made you chuckle, “Shut up, dork.” You laughed. Bakugou grinned at you and leaned down for a kiss. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him as close to you as possible.

-Chapter VI Fin-

#bakugou katuski x reader #Bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #x reader #y/n #teasing #fluff #first time #lemon #recovered #love #makeout #kirishima #tetsutetsu

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nickle-moth · 9 months ago

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The New World.

(Sorry for any grammer/spelling errors)

Scott flew back to Rivendell, the rapture had destroyed most of the empires and he had to check on his. As he got closer, he could see the vines.

"Oh no"

He landed and ran to check on the antlers. Safe. Ok, Scott then went to Xornoth's prison. Destroyed.

"Oh no"

He thought again.

He ran out side and was greeted by his brother, standing on a vine.

"Hello there"

…

Scott was unable to escape the circle he was teleported into, probable due to magic, and he was face to face with Xornoth, who was outside the circle.

"Xor Xor please."

Scott was begging at this point. What was he supposed to do! He had a husband and a child to look after. But Xornoth didn't know that. Then they heard rockets, someone land, and quick footsteps twords there location.

"SCOTT!"

"JIMMY, STAY BACK"

Scott yelled to his partner.

"Adar? What's going on? Are you ok?"

There child, Newt, asked him.

"Everything's fine Newt, just stay with Soña."

Newt wasn't the only one Scott was trying to reassure.

"Adar?"

Xornoth asked his brother, stepping into view of Newt and Jimmy.

"Yes, I have a child, and a husband, and thats why I need you to let me go!"

Scott pleaded to his brother, who walked over to the other two. Jimmy hugged Newt tightly to his legs, but didn't move, letting Xornoth get a good look at his nephew. Xornoth crouched down to eye level with Newt,

"Hello there little one. I dout you've heard of me but I'm Xornoth, apparently I'm your uncle."

Xornoth introduced himself to the child.

"I've heard of you! Adar talks about you a lot!"

Newt said happily. He was glad he could finaly meet his uncle, and his uncle looked so cool too!

"Oh? Does he now? What does he say about me?"

Xornoth was intruiged to know what his brother said of him in his absence. Thinking it would be like, 'he's a terrible person' and 'he deserved to be locked away' and stuff like that.

"He says that you were really cool, and an awsome big brother, but one day you were taken by the corruption. And the corruption is bad but that doesn't necessarily make you bad. So he and some other people had to lock you away, but he feels really bad about it, and really didn't want to, and said he was going to help you weather you like it or not! And… he really misses you."

Xornoth was surprised. He had just heard the exact opposite of what he expected to hear. He stood up, walked over to where Scott was, and wispered so only Scott could hear him,

"I miss you too, but it's too strong. I'm sorry."

Xornoth deactivated the magic keeping Scott in the circle, and vanished. Scott imediatly ran over to Jimmy and Newt and wrapped them into a big hug.

"I got to meet uncle Xor Xor!"

Newt exclaimed.

"Yes, you did!"

Scott was glad Xornoth didn't hurt them, but sad that he might not be able to help his brother.

Suddenly, a giant purple god-looking thing appered.

"You need to leave. Come with us, we are taking all of you to a safer dimention. No one will remember what happened in this demention, but we are sparing your memories, because you have a child. If you wish to keep your memories, you will not tell anyone about anything that happened in this realm."

The god explained, and they followed it through the portal it made. 'I know this symbol all too well' Jimmy thought, but ignored it anyway.

"To better hide the memories of others, you must not be allowed to stay as you are. We will have to hide your species from others."

"I can just become a normal elf, no wings or antlers. And maby change my outfit too."

Scott offered. The god agreed and purple filled the air, moments later, Scott's wings and antlers were gone.

"What about you? Little cod?"

The god asked, gesturing to Jimmy.

"I don't really know."

Jimmy said, and thought for a moment.

"Maby we can make you another hybrid entirly?"

The god offered. And Jimmy agreed.

Purple filled the air once more and now Jimmy's fins, tail, and gills were all gone. Replaced by small yellow wings.

"I'm a bird!"

Jimmy was a little excited, Scott's feathers were always so pretty, now he had his own!

"What about me?"

Newt asked the god, and it thought for a moment.

"I have an idea, if you will allow me"

Newt nodded.

Purple filled the air for the last time, and now, Newt was left with pointed ears, and gills.

"Is this ok?"

The god asked the three before him.

"I still have a little bit of Soña, and Adar! It's perfect!"

Newt exclaimed, already loving his new look.

"It's wonderful."

Scott said, and Jimmy agreed with a nod.

"Live safe little ones."

The god said before it, and the portal, vanished.

"So, no one will remember us?"

Jimmy questioned his lover.

"And we can't remind them."

Scott finished.

"Guess I'll have another chance to make peace with Fwhip."

Jimmy said to himself, but it was overheard by his husband.

"Thats what you're worried about?"

"Not worried, just… excited, no enemies this time! A fresh start!"

Scott was excited by that too. 'A fresh start' he echoed in his mind.

The next day went well, Scott and Jimmy introduced themselves, and Newt, to their new neighbors, and were hanging out with each other when the god appered for a moment.

"I forgot to mention this yesterday, but all of the emperors personalities have been inverted, for the sake of better protecting their memories."

It said to the family and vanished once more.

"THAT'S WHY LIZZIE WAS SO NICE!!"

Jimmy exclaimed. And Scott burst out laughing next to him.

The rest of the evening was calm, no gods, no end-of-the-world, no wars. Just Scott, his husband, and his child.

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I hope you enjoyed! This is the first fic in my new au that I have yet to name! (<- help please)

A few quick things:

I am by no means a writer, so this is written very badly, sorry

"Adar" is what I'm using as the elvin word for father

"Soña" is what I'm using as the word for father in whatever Jimmy's first language is (I'm just calling it oceanic)

The symbol Jimmy recognised was the watcher symbol, and the god was a watcher

If I get any personalities/story wrong, sorry. I'm trying my best

If you don't like it, don't be mean, just move on

I think thats all, more to come soon!

(ps, Jimmy, Scott, and Newt aren't the only emperers who have their memories!) <3

#nicklefic #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #xornoth #empires smp #empires s1 #empires s2

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perfectlovevn · 10 months ago

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(i'm so sorry, i'm not sure if you accept reviews or not so feel free to ignore this)

Helloo!! I'm brazilian and i'm still learning english so forgive me for any grammar mistakes. I've gotten all endings (i guess- please let me know if i missed anything!) so here's my review of Perfect Love! ♥

I loved this game sooo much! I never played an visual novel with a mean main character and it was just amazing. The trope of ''us'' being the actual villains is very interesting and it made the game super unique! It's also pretty obvious the amount of effort and hard work that's in the game, I was impressed by the quality of it all.

The music and sound effects are pretty good, I loved it all! The artstyle is very pleasing to look at and the black/white/grey contrast with Milo's blue/red eyes are such a nice touch too. I also loved the amount of easter eggs (you couldn't imagine the face I made when I named myself 'Ren') and secret endings/scenes.

Fortunately, when I first played, I knew nothing about the game nor about Milo (which I believe made the experience better since everything turned out to be surprising) and the endings were really good. Through the gameplay, I've encontered one grammar mistake (which I forgot to screenshot it, sorry) and one sprite glitch but nothing that made me annoyed.

After finishing the 8 main endings, I decided it was time to look a little bit on the official Tumblr's page of the VN and that's when I decided to test out all of the easter eggs and that's when I discovered the secret scenes.

So, to summary it all: absolutely 10/10! I can't remember the last time I had so much fun playing a game and being so invested in unlocking all of it's content! I was flabbergasted when I lost all of my endings heh

Please let me know if I missed anything- I'd be more than happy to clear the game entirely.

Hello there! I love reviews. On my other blog I always write recommendations/reviews for other vns, so I'm always open to seeing what people like and dislike about the game. I hope you don't mind that I'm just gonna mash these two asks into one ask.

Thank you! I also think that a lot of vns don't always focus on being the bad guy in the story and those that do I usually enjoy quite a lot! I'm glad you like the quality of it, it was a lot of fighting renpy and it's UI because I have a one sided rivalry with the base renpy UI. I tried to make it look good though I think I maybe should have attempted to redraw some of the sprites for Milo (for like the third time).

For the art style itself, I actually did it in black and white because it was originally for the 2023 yanjam and I wanted to make a style that wouldn't be extremely tiring for me, and I really like lineart so I made everything in black and white (and also because I'm lazy, I say as I animate half of my assets). The red and blue really make it pop at the end since it's one of the few time color is used in the game. I love when people put easter eggs in their game and I know of a lot of yandere vns so I wanted to put in a ton! I'll probably put in even more in the update when I get all of the extra stories done because putting easter eggs like that is very fun.

Having no knowledge of a game is always a good way to be surprised about the premise and I think it definitely was something good in your case too! For the grammer/ sprite errors if you do ever play or remember what they were, please let me know. I'll try to fix it in the next update if possible.

It's always so nice seeing that people like my game though! I tried my hardest to make it a worthwhile experience and considering it's (technically) my first game, it really makes me happy to see that people really like it! Hopefully it doesn't have too much of the first game amatureness that tends to come (nothing wrong with it, but I hopefully have showcased I kind of know what I'm doing, I say, sweating profusely) .

Yup! That is all of the scenes in the game so far. At least that you can access. If you look inside of the code, I actually have two scenes that I put in there. One of them is pretty much a test scene featuring the character from the next game I'm making, and the other is a special scene where you go to Milo's apartment. You can't access those in the main game, but you can play them if you edit the code a bit.

Basically (for those who don't know), all you have to do is put "jump" and then the name of the label afterwards (so for instance if the label is "rabbit" you would put "jump rabbit") after label start in the code. The two scenes that are not accessable in the game are the last two scenes in the script.rpy file just to make it easier for you. (I put a note that says like "#I'm very dedicated to my craft I say as I disect Milo and then beat him with a stick" because I'm sorry Milo, you deserve better)

But yes, thank you for taking your time and writing your long review! I love it so much.

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #milo asks #yandere #yandere vn #yandere boy

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auradon-bore-a-don · 1 year ago

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Snowfall

Pairing: Ben/Jay

WC: 800+

A/N: Happy holidays @benjaycaptain from your @descendantsgiftexchange gifter! I hope you enjoy this little fic, it's unbetad so please forgive any tenses or Grammer errors (I'll come back and fix them when I have extra time). Sorry it's not longer, it was an interesting challenge doing Ben/Jay as I've never written them before so I hope they are in character!

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! 🎉

“You coming out or what?”

Jay didn’t turn around as Ben straightened in the doorway. Realizing he’d been caught, Ben closed the door to the tower behind him. Jay didn’t even flinch at the sound and Ben took that as a good sign. Ben cleared his throat. “Didn’t want to startle you.”

“I don’t bite,” Jay shot Ben a smirk over his shoulder. “Unless you ask.”

Ben felt himself blush and cleared his throat, “Right…” He thought back to the time of one of his first fittings in Evie’s dorm. In his rush to get to his appointment on time, he entered without knocking which resulted in Evie throwing him roughly against the wall with her fabric scissors pressed against his neck. His hand came to rub the small scar it left as she pulled away. After that, he learned quickly to make his presence known when entering a room. He decided to change the subject. “Don’t you think that’s a little dangerous?”

Jay was sitting on the stone wall of the castle tower, his feet dangling over the edge. Jay glanced down at the multi-story drop below and shrugged. “I’m fine, I’ve done worse things before.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Ben didn’t doubt his statement. After hearing some of the many, many stories of what he’d done on the Isle, Ben was sure he’d done worse. It didn’t stop him from worrying though. “I’d still feel better with your feet on the ground, though.”

Jay turned his body around, one leg resting on the inside of the tower while the other was bent and placed on top of the tower wall. His arms wrapped around the perched leg. “Please, I’ll be fine. Nothing to worry about.”

Ben gave him a skeptical look.

“But,” Jay sighed, letting the word drag out. “If it would make you feel better, I’ll get down.”

As Jay pushed himself off of the wall, he moved across the small space toward Ben. After getting a few steps toward him, his foot came down on a patch of ice neither of them knew was there. His eyes went wide as he started to fall backwards.

“Jay!” Ben gasped out, his adrenaline kicked in and in a few strides he was close enough to Jay to grab him, stopping his fall.

“Oh my- are you ok?!” Ben gasped, still not letting him go. He looked Jay over, rambling frantically. “I didn’t even notice that ice! I knew it was snowing but I didn’t think- I have to get the staff to salt up-”

Ben cut himself off once his eyes met Jay’s. They were incredibly close. Close enough for Ben to see the individual eyelashes on Jay’s face. Ben felt his face flush again, something that was becoming increasingly frequent around Jay, and dropped his hands from Jay’s body. “Uh,” Ben gulped before clearing his throat. “Anyway, I’m glad your alright.” Ben pointed his thumb at the door behind him, taking a step back. “Uh, I really- I should be getting back now, so-”

“W-wait,” Jay said, grabbing Ben’s hand and stopping him before he could pull away. Ben’s face felt like it was on fire, but he couldn’t help noticing how flustered Jay was. If Ben didn’t know any better, he’d say Jay was blushing as well. Jay cleared his throat, “Don’t go. Uh, you never said why you came up here.”

Ben racked his brain, trying to think of anything besides how warm Jay’s hand felt in his. “O-Oh! Uh, right. I actually heard it was snowing. S-so I came up here to watch the snow before my next meeting.” It was true, Ben always loved watching the snow and this tower, one of the highest in the castle, had the best view.

Jay nodded his head and looked over his shoulder then back to Ben. “If you still have the time, wanna watch the snow together?”

Ben smiles and feels himself blushing more. “Yeah, sure. I’d love to.”

Jay’s face breaks out into a large grin as he pulls Ben carefully over the patch of ice. The stare out at the view of the snow covered gardens below in a comfortable silence.

The snow started getting heavier as time went on, but neither of them really noticed. Their hands were still connected, at some point entwining their fingers together as well.

#ben/jay #disney descendants #ben florian #ben descendants #jay #jay descendants #descendants gift exchange

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tra1nchi · 8 months ago

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Stoppp I just think this is some funny school drama we had today😭😭

In social studies class we are going to do fake podcasts and I got paired with Mango (not gonna say any names just incase( ;｀Д´)) and Pinapple. And they like hate eachother so mango starts crying and complaining and it ends up that she locks herself in the toilet and pineapple didn't care less and she went to lunch💀

So I had no fucking idea what to do so I went to mangos friend group and told them that mango is crying so they went to the toilet and one of them came up to me to say "don't worry it's totally not your fault that she is crying" and like that's sweet n all. And they knock on the bathroom door "mango what's wrong come out! We're going to the market to buy lunch" and mango doesn't answer after like 3 mins and then she says "GO AWAY!!!" And then of the the girls starts laughing and just signals mangos friends to just go and talk to mango later.

And after they left mango came out and by the lockers there's like a sofa?? So she sits on there, crying and I see one of mangos friends in the hallway and she comes up to me and says "omgg what happened? Can you go to the cafeteria to find Pinapple?" So I told her what happened and went to get pinapple.

And 20 mins after that or something mangos friend group comes back from the market and a girl coconut came up to me and she wanted be to explain everything and I did, so coconut and another girl, tangerine goes up to mango and asks her if she is okay and the mango fucking screams "NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME!! I HAVE NO ONE TO TRUST!!" And please I started dying laughing

and just a little context of mango i can tell u all the lacks she has: pick me, bullies others(called an anorexic girl a pick me...), guilt tripper blablabka like everything bad abt a student, she is 18 btw(；゜∀゜)

IM SORRY IF THIS WAS LONG OMG I HUST FELT LIKE SHARING SOME DRAMA BECUADE WE HAVE DRAMA LIKE EVERDAY(゜ロ゜)

AND SOERY DOR SPELLING ERRORS OR GRAMMER ERRORS ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE😭😭😭

- anon💞

NO LMAO ITS FINE, I LOVE DRAMA!! BUT HELP ME CRYING IN SCHOOL IS SO EMBARRASSING 💀💀 the only drama my college has is that a student may or may not be dating a professor,literally nobody knows for sure😭😭 hope ur able to get ur podcast done 🗣🗣

#{anon asks}#{cute ask}#{💞}

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lootsofathousandsworld · 1 year ago

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Flint x Reader Hurt Oneshot

Good lord I had this short story in my grammery for a long time. X'D

Anyway hope you like this folks. I'm trying to get my groove back on writing these stuff. I miss doing them :')

And as always sorry if you see any grammer errors.

“What the hell happened?!” You’ve gotten used to Flint’s temper after living with him for a while now. This time, however, he was yelling at his crew member after getting hurt from doing something stupid.

And oh man, this is probably the new record on his wrath that made your heart beat out of fright.

And also your wound wasn’t too bad. It was only a scratch on your palm. Not too long ago, you wanted to try that dagger trick after you saw someone performing it on the street.

But you accidentally cut yourself after your feet stumbled and grabbed the blades instead of the handle.

“S-sir we kept an eye on 'er!” One crew protested. "And to be fair cap'n, she wanted to perform this stunt. We didn't make 'er do it!"

"Is that so?" You saw him look at you coldly which made you bite your lips holding your hand where the wounded were.

He exhales his nostril in irritation and turns his men, mostly at his first mate, Billy. "Take 'em to my ship. I'll be there shortly."

"Aye, sir!" Billy replied. Then the Captain turns to you and grabs your arm.

"You and I going have a little talk on yer act," With that, you and he walked away from the crew. When you and he are alone in the dark ally he speaks lowly.

"Let me see yer hand,"

At first, your instinct tells you not to. Since you are afraid of what he’ll say or do to you. Then you hear your captain repeat in a strict tone.

“Let. Me. See. Yer. Hand.”

You show your wound nervously and you watch him examine it carefully. After about a few seconds he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Just what the hell were ye thinkin'?”

You lowered your head in embarrassment.

“It’s only a scratch,” You muttered.

“But that stunt could’ve gotten yourself killed ye know that?!” Flint almost shouts.

You flinch and manage to reply. “I know it was stupid.” You added while trying not to sound afraid. “I just. I only want to impress your men that’s all.”

In the corner of your eyes, you watch him shake his head and take a few breaths silently to calm himself. You then feel your chin gently lift and your face is looking at his.

His face was now a hint of worrying that he never showed this side to his crew. He also was on his knees so you can see his face better.

“ Lass you don’t need to show your impression on my men. Since you joined my crew ye been improved your strength and agility. That dumb stunt is never the bonus. My men and I were already impressed with your skills lass." He brushes your cheeks with his thumb-bony finger and finishes.

" And what impresses me more is your improvement over a month living on my ship,"

You felt your cheeks almost blush at his compliment on your endurance living on his ship. But then your face made a frown when your Captain said this.

"And from now on no more handling daggers unless yer supervised. “

“Then how am I going to defend myself without one?” You asked. Feeling upset you can’t have one after that stunt.

“That until you be taught how to handle it properly.” As he spoke he took out his ray cloth from his coat pocket and wrapped it around your palm to stop the bleeding.

“Now promise me you'll follow this order, for yer safe sake.” He looked at you long and you made a silent huff, looking down with disappointment.

Y/N." He spoke sternly.

"Okay fine I promise, swear to pirate code," You gave in. Not because of his tone. More of there's no point in arguing with him. You felt it wouldn't change anything the more you tried to argue with him.

Also, you want to be done with this situation. You were embarrassed enough by that dagger stunt. Instead, you muttered for him to hear.

"Can we go back now Captain?" You hear him make a slight chuckle and begins to lead you back to his ship. While on the way he spoke lowly.

"Once ye handle some daggers properly, I can perhaps give ya a few tricks of mine."

"And how long that'll be until?" You asked, looking up at him.

"A year."

"A year?" You almost laugh. "Come on can you give me a month?"

"No,"

"Please?" You did your best giving a puppy pleading, thanks to B.E.N. showing you how to do it. You watch him avoiding your gaze and he clinches his teeth in frustration.

Soon he rolled all his eyes, "Remind me to punish B.E.N. on teaching ye how to beg when we get back.

"So is that a yes?" You grinned.

He snorted. "Maybe." That made your hope up, knowing he'll change his mind once you and him are on his ship...or as he puts it. Maybe.

#my fanfiction #treasure planet #treasure planet x reader #nathaniel flint #self insert #self shipping #monster boyfriend #lol not too happy on how I did the ending but hope you enjoy it :)

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munkustance · 2 years ago

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A new look at magic

This is my first try at writing fanfiction so any criticism is welcome, also english is not my first language so sorry for any grammer or spelling errors!

This is a Demeter centric fic however there are some hints towards Tuggoffelees and past abusive demecavity. Other characters are metioned but it´s mostly just Demeter and Misto. Also this fic hints towards Demeter herself having some sort of power but that won't go anywhere... at least not in this fic.

Anyway this is my interpretation on how Demeter found out about Mistoffelees powers.

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Demeter knew there was another magic cat in the junkyard, every now and again she would pick up on the magic scent. At first, she was terrified and rightfully so. The last magic cat she knew was... horrible and not only to her but Bombalurina as well. The way he would use his magic on them was disgusting.

But as the weeks continued and the magic scent became more common, Demeter would notice differences between the two kinds. This new magic was similar to the old but much more energetic then aggressive, less wild, more free. Strong and powerful yes, but not to attack but to defend.

And those times Munkustrap would before notice Demeter grow tense, he would now see her perk up with interest, scanning her eyes over the junkyard seemingly searching for something.

She'd met all the Jellicles by now and one of them had to be it. She already knew about the twins thanks to Munkustrap telling her right from the start, but their magic was nothing like the power this other cat had. She had asked Bomba if she also could feel it but the only answer she got was a simple shrug and reassuring hug. Demeter could understand why the hug must have been necessary in Bombas eyes but for once Demeter wasn't scared, she was curious.

Every time Demeter could feel the magic in the air, she would make a mental note of who was where and soon enough the list of cats narrowed down to just a few cats. The notorious calico twins, the rock star cat himself Rum Tum Tugger and the quiet tuxedo tom Quaxo. Out of all of them one was clearly the one to keep an eye on. Well all of them was really but in different ways.

Now the only thing Demeter needed to do was wait. But not for long. Laying on the tire besides Munkustrap and Jennyanydots she watched as Jemima playfully swooned over suspect number 2 with the other kittens, carefully shifting her head now and again to glance over at suspect number 1 sitting on the boot of the car. She had noticed two weeks ago how when Quaxo slunk away from the rest of the tribe it would only take a minute or two before Tugger would decide he'd had enough of the attention from his fans and then discreetly follow after Quaxo.

Now sure, she definitely wasn't the only one to notice. The kittens would snicker, the adult scoff and Munkustrap groan. Only they thought the two toms did... other things than Demeter. And what do you know, only a few moments after them leaving would she sense the magic again.

Lifting her head again she saw Quaxo stretching his back getting ready to stand, his "signal" to Tugger as Bombalurina would say. As he started to leave Demeter began stretching herself and made her excuses to the two other cats next to her. Quietly before Tugger would leave himself Demeter followed after Quaxo, watching where she stepped careful not to make a sound. He led her to a small clearing not too far away from where they came but one she never seen before. It was hidden in the middle of three big mountains of junk and the way in was barely noticeable. The place itself was no doubt a practice area, there were burn marks on the ground and a bunch of play balls of different sizes scattered around. The burn marks concerned her, it reminded her of her own marks left on her back. It made her want to back away, made her want to leave, to run. But those feelings where quickly laid to rest and replaced with warmth and comfort when the now familiar scent of magic started spreading out into the clearing.

Demeter hid behind a box as she watched how previously hidden fairy lights were lifted up and started glowing beautiful colours. Her eyes shifted towards Quaxo as his fur changed from a greyish black to what might as well be the midnight sky, tiny sparkles shimmering around him as he started his dance. Sometimes he would throw more sparkles in the air or conjure up ribbons straight from his paws. It was as if every step to the dance had a magic trick to it and as the dancing grew so did his powers until the final step. As he made his final pose, he reached his arm up to the sky and let out one singular bolt of lightning.

She flinched, she didn't know how to react. It was all so wonderful but then that bolt. Flashes of her past went before her eyes, fire coming towards her, Bombalurina laying still on the floor, his laugh filling the room.

Mistoffelees knew he had an audience, and he also knew that this time it wasn't the usual loud and eccentric Tugger watching his every step. He knew that this was special not only for him but especially for her. Everyone knew the two queens came from Macavity and had seen the scars on them, but it was clear as day that Demeter had more than just physical scars left by his magic. And so when Tugger and Misto realised Demeter’s slow building curiosity they knew it was a matter of time before she would find out who Quaxo really was. So they waited until she was ready and when Demeter followed Misto, Tugger stayed behind, knowing it was time.

He'd been careful, starting slow with lifting the lights and showing his real fur, adding to his magic every step to make sure she was following without moving too fast. But when the movement ended, he didn't mean to let the bolt out, that was too much, and he knew she wouldn't be ready. Eyes bolting over to her box where she poorly hid, he saw her. Arms over her head, violently scratching herself as she cried. Slowly Mistoffelees made his way over.

Mind going everywhere at once Demeter searched for a way out of the nightmare in her brain and the way out came in the form of a gentle paw on her shoulder. Opening her eyes she was greeted with a concerned smile, taking a deep breath she nodded changing the concern to relief. Brewing a smile of her own she draped her arms over Quaxos shoulders and hugged him.

They stayed there for some time, quietly as they both fell asleep from exhaustion. It was nice now, every time the two toms would leave, she could laugh to herself as the other cats reacted in their own special way and sure, there were times when they would leave and she wouldn't sense any magic. But those times she did Demeter would slink away from time to time, sit by her box and watch in amusement as Tugger would talk to her about all the amazing things he had seen Mistoffelees conjure up and how oh so amazing he was. It helped her relax and made her be more comfortable with magic every time.

#demeter cats #cats demeter #mister mistoffelees #mr mistoffelees #mr. mistoffelees #mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #the rum rum tugger #tuggoffelees #past demecavity #cats musical #cats 1998 #cats the musical #my post

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glorious-poetato · 2 years ago

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[Halloween holiday pt.2]

Warnings : none ( if you see any please tell me)

Ship: tommyinnit x American fem! reader

Summary: Tommy comes to America to visit his girlfriend's family for Halloween.

Part 1

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We pull into the driveway and I look over at Tommy "they are going to love you," I tell him. Undoing my seat belt me and Tommy exit the car. We walk up the steps to the front of the house and I knock on the door. A minute passes but then the door doings open and before I can process what happened my parents engulf me in a hug. Not long fter my mom has done the same to tommy.

My mom turns to me and smiles says "I'm so glad you are home," then looking at tommy she says " and you I'm so happy to have finally met you in person. Such a handsome boy y/n has found," she says with a toothy grin on her face

My dad then turn to him and gives him the whole speech about how he's glad to meet him and how he better not hurt me you know the usual despite my protests.

We then walk inside and my dad asks if he can speak alone with tommy. Tommy agrees and they head to another room. While they chatted privately me and my mom caught up on life.

Around 15 minutes later Tommy and my dad come back into the room. I was worried about what my dad said until I saw both of them come back smiling and laughing. This sight warmed my heart seeing some of the most important people in my life get along so well.

Me and Tommy stayed over at my parents house for a bit. But then I remembered that I wanted to go to my favorite restaurant with tommy for dinner.

Me and Tommy say our goodbyes to my parents and head to the car. We get in the car and fasten our seat belts. Then I look at him and just think about how amazing seeing him and my parents get along was. "Taking in the sights aren't we," Tommy says smugly catching me staring. My cheeks flush red but I stay composed and say "always".

One drive to a restaurant later..

"Okay this is the place," I tell Tommy. Looking over I see the old pizzeria I've always loved. It may not be super fancy but I can't help but smile so bright when I see it. Remembering all the good memories I have there. "I'm so excited to be able to share this place with you," I tell Tommy.

I see Tommy staring at me with the biggest smile on his face. " y/n You're adorable when you get excited," he tells me. I laugh at him and say "come on let's go eat."

As we enter the pizzeria I get hit with the smell of delicious food and lots of memories. We go and seat our self but then I see the owner come out. "Y/n L/n is that you? I heard you were in town! I'm so happy to see you!" The owner says then continues " and who is this young man you've brought with you?". I then say " I'm so happy to see you its been so long and this is tommy he is my boyfriend." "Oh how lovely," she then turns and wispers someone in Tommy's ear sending him into a fit of giggles. I give him a question look but before I could ask she says "well I don't want to disturb you anymore I'll go have the chef make your favorite."

Me and Tommy settle back down and chat for a bit and then remembered how I was curious about what Tommy and my dad talked about. "Tommy what did you and my dad talk about?" I question him. "Oh nothing serious don't worry about it." He told me in response. That response was a little frustrating but I decided not to make it a big deal.

We then enjoyed our meal and time together me and Tommy then went back to our hotel room and got some rest for the say following.

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I hope you enjoyed this part let me know if you'd like a part 3 and sorry for any Grammer and spelling errors

poe<3

@000-mika just wanted to let you know pt 2 is posted

#mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #fanfic #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #x reader

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chubbyheadquarters · 2 years ago

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Hello umm can I request Syntax, Redson, Sun Wukong and Macaque (separate) helping reader with high anxiety...?

It's ok if you can't have a good day/night!

I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, so if you want, I'll write it again!

Genre: Platonic

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): Syntax, Red Son, Sun Wukong-Monkey King and Macaque-Liu Er Mihou

🖱SYNTAX🖱

The most researched on the subject. Has specific days of the week when he checks on your health and makes sure that your doing well. He's not a therapist, but he'll try his best to help you through your problems.

He notices that after missions that didn't go the way you wanted/ones that you failed, your expression shows shame and embarrassment. But anytime anyone asks, you refuse to let your guard down or talk about it for fear you’ll seem weak.

You're highly organized, making sure to have everything you and your allies need for a mission, along with meeting mission deadlines to please Spider Queen and helping the others solve all their problems. He just wishes that you'd take care of yourself too.

He'll help distract you when you're having trouble concentrating or start thinking about anything/everything, which usually has you helping him with his projects or talking to you about things that make you happy.

🔥RED SON🔥

He knows a little bit about it, but does his best to research the topic, seeing what options there are and offers some to you. If you want to do therapy, or maybe something like yoga, he'll support it, so long as it helps you.

He understands that when talking to others, you'll freeze up, or that you just have a hard time saying no/being assertive, so he'll step in and deals with anyone who's bothering you.

He's emotionally constipated, so it's a bit hard for him to open up and talk about his feelings, but he always makes it known that he's with you. That wherever you go and whatever you face, you'll do it together.

You tend to over think and strive for perfection, always stressing yourself out and blaming yourself when you think it's not good enough. He understands that feeling all to well and sits down with you, hoping to talk you into healthier options.

☀️SUN WUKONG☀️

Omg I'm so sorry but he's the worst when it comes to helping at first. He's trying his best, but sometimes he makes it worse. You'd have to explain it to him and help him understand.

This is the one time he actually uses his laptop and searches up what he needs to do. He'll even look up ways to help ease your mind, like breathing techniques, yoga, etc. Stuff that'll help and allow you to take it at your own pace.

Literally hugs the reassurance into your body & head. Physical affection is something that he's all about, so whenever you feel that you're not good enough, he's got you in his arms, talking about how great you and your company is.

He sees that you try so hard to hide your anxiety, looking calm on the outside, but he starts to notice when you're uncomfortable, nervous, scared, and that's his cue to jump in and comfort/help you relax.

🌙MACAQUE🌙

He's literally there by your side in seconds should you ever need him. He's not the best when it comes to comforting others, but he's trying his best for you. And you try your best to comfort him, which makes him feel better for the rest of the day/night.

Having trouble sleeping is something you both deal with. Both of you having nightmares, too scared to wake the other up due to fear of being annoying. But if you're both awake, you'll just lay there, holding each other's hands, making small talk before falling back to sleep.

You both tend to dwell on negative thoughts and worst-case scenarios. Afraid that the other may leave and find someone else, that they may hate you one day. It's something that you both talk about, but that lingering fear always seems to stay.

Reassurance is something you both give daily. Whether it be through softly whisperer words, or through warm embraces, it's something that gives the both of you peace.

Sorry for any spelling/grammer errors!

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☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 - 𝐀.𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 ☆

sub!armin x femdom!reader

wc: 3.3K

cw: alcohol consumption, breeding, cockwarming, choking, overstimulation, cock milking, mommy kink, modern au, MDNI

a/n: okay this is my first time writing femdom reader smut so i hope i did it justice. i also have really checked the grammer of this so im sorry if there are any errors :)

cold breeze brushes upon your face as you walk through the seemingly never-ending corridors. you take just a second to glance down at the utterly useless map of the college they gave you before you bump into something, or someone. you almost go flying to the ground but they instantly catch you by your wrist, pulling you too close to them, almost too close.

you look up at your saviour, to find eyes blue like the sky as it turns into the dark of night, dancing with little white stars begging to be shown to the world. his eyes told a story that you couldn't even begin to decipher. before you could say anything, the boy drowned you in a plethora of apologies. he checked almost every inch of you to see if you were hurt in anyway. his short blonde hair swaying as he bobbed up and down, his hands frantically searching for any sign of damage. the only thing that came to mind was 'cute'.

you assure him that you were okay before he could continue on his first aid spree. when he finally stopped and looked at you, his eyes grew wide and the faintest of pink blossomed on his cheeks. he shifted his weight from left to right before extending his hand to you. you smiled brightly before taking it. his soft skin brushed against yours before firmly grabbing onto your hand.

"armin. armin arlert. i'm a sophomore. it's nice to meet you."

his shy demeanor slowly fading away as you introduced myself to him, telling him how you're a transfer student, and a junior. his eyes almost burst out of his skull when he hears you're older than him. he starts apologizing again, asking if there's anything he can do to make it up to you. you look down at your schedule and up at him. you did need help finding where your classes were, and where the dorms were. you couldn't pass up on his offer to help you.

you showed him your schedule and sheepishly asked him if he could show you to your class. his eyes lit up with an unknown sparkle. he nods his head so many times it looks as if it's going to fall off. he eventually leads you to your first class before waving and leaving to go to his first class. armin was a breath of fresh air, you thought. a man among boys, and you liked that.

after your first couple of classes before lunch, armin had waited for you, to make sure you knew where to go next. he was so accommodating, doing his best to make you feel welcomed, safe and happy. you had no idea how big the college was until armin gave you a tour of the campus during lunch. he pointed out all the 'need to know' places as well as the 'off limits' places. he was like a mini tour guide with the cutest glasses.

after all your classes that day, armin had walked you home. he just couldn't leave you to walk by yourself, he'd never forgive himself. he used this opportunity to show you more of the college. he went on a rant about the college's history while he pointed out stuff on your way to your dorm. his eyes were bright with joy, like a kid talking about their favourite toy. you couldn't help but smile at his childlike wonder. you hoped you'd get to see more if it. after a while he turned to see you staring at him. he immediately turns away, blush adorning his neck and his ears. he sheepishly apologises for his incessant talking but in all honesty you find it endearing.

when you've reached your dorm, you give him a tight hug and the biggest smile, before running off and shouting a 'thank you!, see you tomorrow!'. he stood there, dumbfounded. he was frozen stiff. his body had betrayed him. his body was on fire and all that blood had rushed straight down. he couldn't believe a single hug from you, someone he had met today no less, has made him hard, especially this hard. he was aching for release. maybe it was your words, or the way you looked at him, but god was he flustered.

he may not want to admit it, but that night, laying in the dark confines of his dorm room, he touched himself to the thought of you. his mind and heart raced at the prospect of you massaging his cock with your small soft hands, edging him till he couldn't take it anymore. teasing him and making his whole body extremely sensitive before his whole body gives in. he was a whining and sweaty mess, fucking his hand till he came so hard it left his body twitching. not once had he cum that hard before, and it was all your fault.

for the next month, your routine was the same as always. armin waits for you outside your dorm, you walk to classes together, eat lunch with him and his friends, he walks you home and ,without fail, he fucks his hand to the thought of you. some days he tries to hold out, he truly does, but that smile of yours is enough to tip him over the edge of no return. the way he acts around you doesn’t go unnoticed by you. he blushes when you get too close to him, his hands slowly moving towards his groin as he leaves them there inconspicuously, or at least inconspicuous to him.

you notice the small things about him. how he scrunches his nose when he concentrates, the way his eyebrows twitch when he hears something he doesn't agree with or when his breath quickens every time you say his name.

you're no different. his caring smile makes your body feel warm, and the compliments he gives you trail out of his mouth like honey, sickeningly sweet. his hand always seems to make it to your lower back when you're walking around a lot of people, and it sends tingles up your spine and he always tend to brush your hair out of your face while looking at you with those intoxicating sapphire eyes. your mind goes red with need: the need to break him.

one day he invites you to dinner, just 'something casual' he clarifies. he sees this as the time to make his move, and so do you. two plans with the same end goal. but who will achieve their goal first?

dinner time soon arrived when you heard your doorbell ring. outside your door stood a dashing armin, with his casual suit, no glasses and ring covered hands. your tummy did a flip at how stunning he looked. he bit his lip slightly at the way you were staring, trying his best not to shudder at the primal look in your eyes.

"why are you staring at me? do i look bad?"

he tries his best to fix his already perfect outfit when you catch his hand in yours, lean in and whisper in his ear.

"you look perfect."

you take this opportunity to pull him along with you to get this night started. after a while you had reached the restaurant. you were surprisingly still holding hands. armin made his way to the front desk, asking for the table he made a reservation for. so much for 'casual'. he leads you inside and like a true gentleman, he pulls out your chair before he sits down himself. there was a slightly bolder side to armin that was leaking out, and you couldn't get enough of it (thank armin's shot of liquid courage for that).

the night was filled with laughter and sweet words as well as looks filled with hunger and lust. both of you had been drinking quite a bit, and as it seems, armin was quite the lightweight. after paying the bill that armin in his delirious state insisted he pay for, you brought him back to your dorm. you gave him a bottle of water before sitting next to him where he had plopped himself on your couch. a couple of minutes had passed an armin had seemed to become a little more sober from what he was. his speech wasn't as slurred, but he was just as giggly. he continuously gave you compliment after compliment and they grew increasingly dirty as they went on. firstly he told you how he loved how pretty your hair was, how much he adores your soft hands, how much he loves the look in your eyes to how he always wanted to grab onto your hair, how he wanted your hands all over him, and how much he wanted to see that dangerous look of lust glimmer in your eyes once more.

it's like something in you snapped, and in a matter of seconds, you were on top of armin, straddling him with your hand slowly closing in on his neck. he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening, the alcohol in his system still clogging his brain. his body had reacted way before he could even register your ass on his cock. he whined beneath you trying to buck his hips up into you. you grabbed him by the throat and pinned his body to the couch.

"move again and i'll make you regret it."

your harsh words went straight to his cock, making him unbelievably harder. you could see his cockprint in his dress pants and you smirked. your other hand roamed down his chest, opening his shirt slowly. button by button you go, down until his chest is exposed. you kissed all the way from his collarbone, to his nipples, sucking and biting on them. he moaned so sweetly as his hands found purchase in your hair.

he was beyond overwhelmed, his body incredibly sensitive. your knee was rubbing against his clothed cock as you sucked and nibbled on his pretty pink buds. he couldn't do anything but moan and plead.

"please! please i- i need it! please!"

you release his nipple from between your teeth and you sit up, looking down at him. your gaze harsh yet loving. your grip slightly tightens around his neck as you lean cloer to him, your noses touching.

"use your words pretty boy. tell me what you want."

armin almost melted into your touch. your praise contrasting with your cold gaze made his cock ache. he mewled softly before looking at you, his eyes almost glazed over.

"kiss me. touch me please. wanna feel you!"

your heart skipped a beat at his little request to which you gladly obliged. you brought your lips slowly towards his before he pulled you closer to kiss you. his hands desperately wrapped around your neck as he kisses you deeply. your hands went to rest on his cheeks as you pulled him closer. your tongues dancing around each other in such harmony. both of your mouths tasting of alcohol but faintly sweet.

armin couldn't get enough. he was drunk of off you more than anything else. he whined and groaned as your clothed cunt rubbed against his cock that was begging for just a little more friction. you broke the kiss, the both of you panting, needing to catch your breath. you started to get impatient and moved down armin's legs.

"strip."

armin arms whipped down towards his pants as he fumbled with his belt before he got it undone and pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his cock. contrary to popular belief, armin was big. his cock was so pretty n' pink, just begging to be touched and milked dry. your fingertips trailed up his shaft, feather-like touches driving armin completely insane. his cock was drooling with anticipation, precum making his tip glisten.

once you reached his tip, you swiped your thumb across his slit which made him throw his head back. armin tried his best to be quiet, biting down on his bottom lip, afraid that if he does something wrong you'll stop. your eyes trailed up his body to his face. he looked fucked out, panting and cheeks flushed, eyelashes sparkling with the faintest sight of tears. he looked absolutely perfect. you released his cock before slowly sliding your dress off, showing off the pretty black pair of lingerie you had chosen to wear. armin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. his eyes roamed all over your body, from your thighs, to your breasts then up to your face. he was practically salivating.

you didn't fail to notice how his eyes darted across your body, looking at your breasts every few seconds. your hands went to the clasps of your bra, slowly unlatching it before throwing them on the floor somewhere, with all the other discarded clothing items.

"come on. don't me shy. i know you want to touch them."

you massaged your breasts slowly in your hands before leaning down towards him. his gaze was filled with doubt before you grabbed his hand and placed it on your right breast, sighing from the pleasure of feeling his soft hands on your body. in a matter of seconds, armin's hand is groping and massaging your breast like theres no tomorrow. he's other hand makes its way to the other and does the same. your hips start grinding into his, feeling the slick of his cock rub all over your lace panties. you groan softly trying not to move too fast. armin turns to look at you, lust filled eyes begging and pleading.

"can i- can i suck on them? please?"

your heart melted at his plea, his voice dripping with need. you nodded slowly as his lips attached to your hard nipple and a jolt of pleasure was sent through your body. you had never imagined he'd make you feel this good. his mouth lapped and suckeled at your breast like it was his last meal on this earth. moving from one to the other, he looked up at you with the kindest eyes and moaned out of satisfaction.

armin was lost in the pleasure of it all. his lips on you, his hands grabbing your waist, your pussy rubbing against his cock. he could almost burst at this point. he released your breast from his mouth with a pop as he tried to grind you harder against him.

"please! need to cum. please i- i need to cum! m-mommy!"

the words left his mouth before he could stop himself. his eyes went wide with fear as he looked up at you, apologizing before you shushed him with your lips against his. your lips felt like heaven to him and he couldn't get enough. after breaking the kiss, you kissed his forehead lovingly.

"it's okay baby. mommy will make you come."

you sat up, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it as fast as your hand could move, slightly grazing the tip every few thrusts. armin's mind was racing and his body was shaking as his orgasm approached. he was a whining mess, you could feel he was close as you played with his balls in the other hand. armin's senses were engulfed in pleasure; he could barely string a coherent sentence together.

"gonna- fuck! m'gonna cum! gonna cu-"

before he could finish his sentence, he came with a high pitched moan, your hands and his chest were covered in white. you helped him through his orgasm with a couple more strokes, his body shuddering with each one. you leaned down and peppered his face with kisses, praising him for being such a good boy, and for doing so well. before he could even respond, you moved your panties to the side, and lined up his still hard cock with your entrance.

"wait- i'm too sensitive! please m-mommy wait!"

without any warning, you slammed yourself down onto armin's cock until he was balls deep inside of you. that alone had your legs trembling. armin's mind was clouded in pleasure. he could feel your walls clench and unclench around his cock and he could almost cum from that alone. his hands came to rest on your hips as he patiently waited for you to move. you smirked down at him, raising your eyebrows, seemingly waiting for something.

"you can- you can move now. please move."

he was desperate now. he needed to feel your cunt slide up and down his cock. he needed the friction of your pussy. he was whined and squirmed in hopes of getting some movement. you looked down at him, your eyes showed a glimmer of something armin couldn't place, but it made him shiver.

"beg. if you want mommy to fuck you, you're gonna have to beg."

you smirked when you saw armins already red cheeks get the slightest bit redder. he tried his best, he really did. his eyes were pleading with him, his voice thick with want.

"please mommy! please bounce up and down on my cock! wanna feel you! your pussy is so good. god i- i can't handle anymore of this!"

your resolve was slowly breaking, the need to feel him move inside of you, as well as his delicious pleading, you couldn't wait anymore. with no hesitation, you started moving up and down his cock.

armin was mesmerised by your cunt. the way it flutters when his cock his a certain spot, the way it clenches just at the right time, and how incredible it made him feel. he was a mess. babbling and moaning about how good you feel, his head buried in your neck. your hands had found purchase in his hair, as you fucked yourself down onto his cock.

your ground your hips against his, hitting a particularly sweet spot within you that made you curse under your breath. you could feel armin's cock throb inside of you, indicating to you that he was close. you too were reaching your end, that knot inside your belly just waiting to be undone. you whispered in armin's ear, breath tickling his skin.

"when i tell you to cum, you'll come for me, won't you? you'll come for mommy like a good boy."

armin couldn't do anything but moan. you fucked him stupid. the boy's mind was a mess and all he could do was feel good and do as he was told. his hips started bucking into you as he was nearing his orgasm.

"m'gonna- mommy can i cum? can i cum inside of you? please i need it! i need to fill you up!"

how could you refuse? your body needed his cum as much as he needed to release it. your pussy walls clenched around his cock as your orgasm washed over you, mind hazy, eyes glossed over. armin was in heaven. he grabbed your hips and fucked up into you, riding you through your orgasm and getting to his own.

"feels so good! your pussy feels so good around my cock! gonna cum so fucking hard!"

before he knew it, he was painting your insides white, your body shuddered at the feeling of being filled, while armin slowly fucked his cum into your pussy. his cock twitched from the sensitivity, making his body shake from his orgasm. you leaned down and grabbed armin's face by his chin and kissed him. this kiss was different from the others. it was slow, kind and filled with love. after pulling away you kissed all over his face, making sure he was okay. his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer.

"i'm okay. i'm better than okay. that was...that was amazing."

you couldn't agree more. what you two had done was something you'd never done before. it was a feeling you had never felt, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. you laid your head down on armin's chest, listening to the beat of his heart as it slowly lulled you to sleep.

armin slowly brushed the hair out of your face, admiring how beautiful you were. he could've never imagined that this was how the night would end but he was glad it ended with you in his arms.

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