#and the action surge of course. who could forget action surge.

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Maybe it's a bad idea to give a lich access to multiattack.

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@wolfstarmicrofic 5th August: Holiday

2292 words (turned out not that micro😬)

Lyall Lupin wants Sirius Black to learn the consequences of his actions. But as it turns out, it's Lyall himself who has something to learn about the consequences of Sirius’ actions.

Consequences

“So what you’re saying is, you didn’t miss me at all?”

Remus turns to look at Sirius, who has a teasing smile on his face. He shoves him playfully as they make their way across the trail back to the farm. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” He shakes his head. “I’m just saying summer has been kinda great, that’s all. Since I couldn’t make it home for Christmas because of the moon, mum’s been looking forward to the summer holiday to have her family all together again, and she’s determined to make it the best summer ever. We’ve been having homemade pies and elaborate breakfasts with freshly baked bread, we’ve been going on long walks through the hills and picnicking in the field, we’ve been going out for dinner or gone to get ice cream in the nearby village, or just visiting other towns to see the sights.” He sighs contently. “Yeah, it’s been pretty good.”

Sirius gives Remus a soft smile. “That sounds amazing. And I’m glad, as long as you don’t forget to miss me sometimes.”

Remus stops walking, turns to Sirius and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “You know I do,” he says, pressing his face against Sirius’ neck and breathing him in. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”

Sirius wraps his arms around Remus’ waist and pulls him even closer. “I know,” he whispers against his hair.

Remus releases him and presses a kiss against his lips, because he can do that now. “Really,” he says as he takes Sirius’ hand in his, because he can also do that now, as they make their way down the hill before the crisp morning air will be replaced by the summer heat. “The only thing that would’ve made this summer better would’ve been you being around.”

“I could be,” Sirius says carefully. “Around, I mean. Not all the time, of course. I understand you need family time. But I could come over sometimes?”

Remus averts his eyes. “I don’t know, Sirius. You know how my father feels about your family. He’s still wary about us being friends. I don’t know if he should find out about this-” he gestures at their joint hands “-just yet.”

“I am not my family,” Sirius says curtly.

“I know that,” Remus says. “But my father doesn’t.”

“And he never will if you don’t let me spend any time with him!”

“That’s not fair,” Remus says softly.

“No,” Sirius agrees. “It isn’t.”

They stay silent for a moment. Remus is relieved Sirius doesn’t retract his hand.

“It isn’t even about my dad,” Remus says after a moment. “Not really. But if my dad reacts badly to you, it’ll create tension between my dad and I, and I fear that’ll upset my mum. She’s been doing so good lately, her mood has been stable for a long time, and she’s been so cheerful, especially this summer... She’s been looking forward to having the family together for so long, and it means so much to her, I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

“I get that,” Sirius says, giving Remus’ hand a soft squeeze. “Then now is not the time, and that’s okay.”

Remus feels a surge of affection, and gives him a grateful smile.

“You know, I could also come to visit without telling your parents about... the latest development in our relationship,” Sirius offers. “We could let them think we’re just friends, and sneak in some kisses when we’re alone,” he says with a cheeky smile.

Remus chuckles. “As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t think we’ll be fooling anyone. Everyone who sees us together can probably tell we’re hopelessly in love.”

Sirius also laughs. “Good point.”

They stop as they reach the end of the trial, with Remus’ house just around the corner. Birds are singing and the sun is chasing away the morning chill. Remus’ parents will be waking up soon.

Sirius traces a finger over Remus’ cheek. “Can I have another secret visit then tomorrow same time?”

Remus gasps. “Sirius Black offering to get up at the crack of dawn on a day off twice?” He shakes his head. “I must be special.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hums, giving Remus a kiss. “You must be.”

Lyall Lupin yawns as he shuffles out of the bathroom. It feels like the middle of the night, but if he wants to finish shaving all the sheep today, he’ll have to get an early start.

Suddenly, Remus’ bedroom door opens, and Remus quietly slips out.

Lyall blinks. “Remus?”

Remus jumps. “Dad! I... I didn’t see you there. What... What are you doing up?”

“It’s time to shave the sheep,” Lyall replies. “What are you doing out of bed at this hour?”

“Eh, you know,” Remus says, scratching the back of his head. “The... the sheep. Yeah, I wanted to ask you if I can help you with the sheep.”

Lyall smiles at his son and ruffles his hair. “That’s kind of you, lad. But you know that the sheep are always a bit... uneasy around you. It’ll probably take longer with your help, so why don’t you just go back to bed, huh?”

“Yes,” Remus says. “Right. I guess I will. Do that. Then. Eh, good luck, with the sheep.”

“Thanks, lad,” Lyall says. He might need it. It’s always a lot of work, and with each passing year, he can really feel he’s getting older. Remus’ help would’ve been very welcome, but with the sheep’s reaction to his presence, it’ll do more harm than good. He watches his son go back into his room. “You enjoy some extra hours of sleep,” he tells him.

Lyall walks around the house carrying his equipment, on his way to the sheep shed. As he rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks. For a brief moment, he thinks that a bear has gotten on his property, but quickly he sees that it’s actually a dog, a huge dog. The dog is staring intently at the back door, his head slightly tilted, in a very un-doglike manner.

Lyall frowns and without hesitation stalks over, aiming his wand at the intruder. “I’ve worked at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for twenty-five years, so don’t bother trying to pretend,” his voice booms through the quiet morning and the dog gives a start. “I can tell the difference between an actual animal and an Animagus,” Lyall continues. “I’m going to give you five seconds to reveal yourself and tell me why you are trespassing on my property and watching my house. One. Two.”

He doesn’t have to count any further, as the dog begins to shift, and moments later, no one other than Sirius Black is hastily scrambling to his feet.

“Black.” The surprise and shock are evident in his voice. A full Animagus, at his age? He must’ve started the process when he was no older than thirteen! But how could anyone accomplish such a feat at that age?

“Mister Lupin,” Black says quickly. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be trespassing. I swear I have no ill intentions.”

Lyall is still staring at him. It’s unheard of, it’s remarkable, it’s... illegal. As the implication hits him, Lyall narrows his eyes at Black. “You are not on the Registry.”

“No,” Black admits. “No, I am not.”

“You can’t tell me that you weren’t aware of the strict approval procedure and the obligatory registration.”

“I was aware of it, but...”

“But what?” Lyall snaps. “But you didn’t think the rules and regulations applied to you?” He scoffs. “That’s quite a persistent family trait of yours, isn’t it?”

Black’s cheeks flush. “That��s not what it’s like!”

“What else than that inborn arrogance could make you think you can place yourself above the law?” Lyall retorts. He knows that it shouldn’t feel as satisfying as it does to put Black in his place, but he can’t help but think back at the events at his job. When the promotion he had been working so hard for was given to one of Orion Black’s precious pureblood friends instead, simply because the man had pulled some strings and probably paid some money, and the older Black had just sat there smirking when Lyall was being called into the office to be delivered the news, Lyall hadn’t been able to do anything else but say ‘yes, sir’, ‘of course, sir’, and ‘I understand, sir’. He knows that Sirius Black isn’t Orion Black, but with that trademark complexion, sharp features and haughty air, he looks enough like his father for Lyall to be eager to call him out, the way he hadn’t been able to before. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice keeps reminding him that it’s not fair to take his frustrations out on the boy, but then again, the boy did break the law, and at least one Black will find out his actions have consequences.

“I couldn’t ask for approval,” Black says defensively. “I was thirteen when I started the process, .”

“Right,” Lyall says. “And of course the idea of Sirius Black not getting his way for once is completely unimaginable. Probably figured you could do whatever you want and there won’t be any consequences.” Because there were never any consequences for the Blacks, were there? Not when they busied themselves with the Dark Arts, not when they bribed Ministry officials, not when they illegally became an Animagus.

Well, this time there would be consequences.

“I will report you to the Ministry,” he tells Black coolly. “You’ll be lucky if you’ll only get expelled, but I don’t think even with your last name, you’re going be that lucky.”

He turns to walk back into the house, when he hears Black speak up “A werewolf is no danger to an Animagus.”

Lyall freezes, then slowly turns back around towards the boy. “What?”

“A werewolf,” Black repeats, looking at Lyall intently, his hands clenched into fists by his side. “Is not dangerous when you’re in an Animagus form. As an Animagus, you can keep him company during the full moon, and, especially as one large enough, you can steer his behaviour. It... helps him. Keeps him distracted, prevents him from hurting himself, calms him down, even. It makes the transformation more bearable.”

Lyall stares at him wide-eyed, his mouth parted in shock. “You...”

“Since second year,” Black answers the unasked question. “It’s why I started the process. Why I had to start the process. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to do it, but I had to try. For Remus, I had to.”

Lyall thinks back to these past years. How, at the start of his fifth year, Remus’ transformations had suddenly become easier somehow. How he was in the Hospital Wing less, suffered less pain, had less injuries and less wounds. He began to not even dread the full moons anymore, ‘it’s really not that bad,’ he had told his parents with a grin.

Hope didn’t have to spend the days surrounding the full moon pacing the room, not eating, withdrawn, pale and scared anymore. Her mood improved, and it was so good to see her smile more often. A burden had been lifted off of all their shoulders.

‘Did you know the transformations could become better with age?’ His wife had asked Lyall, her eyes filled with hope and wonder. He hadn’t known, and truthfully, didn’t really understand, but he thanked Merlin every day for the relief they had been granted, for the happiness of the two people who meant most to him in the world.

Could it be that all this time it hadn’t been Merlin he had to thank, but Sirius Black?

“Report me if you must,” Black says. “But I don’t regret it. While he thought no one could, I did help Remus, so no matter what, it was worth it.”

“Help?” Lyall asks. “You found out, and your reaction was to help?”

A common reaction to finding out you are going to school with a werewolf, let alone share a dorm with a werewolf, would be fear, disgust, reporting it to the Ministry, telling your parents, telling your classmates. It’s how most people would’ve reacted. It’s how I would’ve reacted, Lyall thinks, with a not insignificant amount of shame. ‘Soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’, that was how he had viewed werewolves, before his own son had become one.

But here Sirius Black had found out, and had not only kept Remus’ secret, but remained his friend and did something dangerous, something that should’ve been impossible, only to help Remus.

But how could a Black, a family of people who always look down their noses at other people, who place themselves above everyone else, and who think they are just naturally born better than others, simply accept? Doesn’t it go against his very nature? It doesn’t make sense to Lyall.

“You don’t make sense to me,” he tells Black.

Black shrugs. “Everything I say and do will make perfect sense of you just keep one factor in mind.”

“And that is?”

“I love Remus,” Black simply says.

Lyall just regards Black for a moment. He begins to think that maybe he actually doesn’t know the boy’s very nature at all. It wouldn’t be the fist time for him to learn that his preconceived notions have been wrong.

It’s okay to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them.

Isn’t that something he has always tried to teach his son? Maybe it’s time to practice what he preaches? So, give the boy a fair chance?

Lyall nods to himself and then addresses Black.

“So, how are you with sheep?”

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Number One

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Sixteen December 16th: Suguru Geto, Rank 10 Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen Event Masterlist

Lots of disclaimers for this fic: Number one, there is suggestive content but nothing in depth. Number two- I have never read the manga, I forgot Yuta Okkotsu existed, and there are a lot of plot holes but it's fine because that leads me to number three- this is pretty much an alternate universe because I am delusional and refuse to acknowledge that anything bad happened in JJK. So. This is Geto if he was older but like actually happy. Also I did rush this and it is cheesy, partly because I'm a romantic and partly because I wrote this at 1am on a work night.

“Gojo Satoru? Never heard of you.”

Gojo blinked. And then his jaw hit the ground. “HUHHHHHHHH????????”

You looked over at Geto. “He always like this?”

Geto cracked a smile as the two of you watched Gojo spiral. 

What-do-you-mean-you’ve-never-heard-of-me-of-course-you’ve-heard-of-me-you-have-to-have-heard-of-me-I-mean-you’re-a-sorcerer-and-I’m-the-number-one-sorcerer-the-strongest-sorcerer-alive-there’s-no-way-you-haven’t-heard-of-me-no-way-in-hell.

“Yeah, more or less. I’m Geto, by the way. Suguru Geto.”

I-mean-I-guess-if-you’ve-lived-under-a-rock-your-entire-life-but-even-the-rocks-would-know-my-name-so-who-in-the-hell-are-you-to-not-know-who-I-am-I’m-Gojo-Satoru-everyone-knows-who-Gojo-Satoru-is-so-you-must-be-mistaken-this-is-just-one-big-silly-mistake-just-one-big-joke-haha-very-funny-I’m-laughing-so-hard-now-just-admit-that-you-really-know-who-I-am-already. 

“I know who you are, Geto.”

Seriously-you-know-who-Geto-is-but-not-me-who-do-you-think-you-are-I-don’t-like-this-prank-anymore-this-is-just-getting-ridiculous-how-do-you-know-Geto-but-you-don’t-know-me-how-is-this-even-possible??

When the duo had first arrived, you’d just been sitting at the bar counter, swirling the drink in your hand, minding your own business. You had tried to ignore the overpowering aura that had suddenly surged through the doors, but with power so impressive that you could sense the very air in the room parting to make way for them, you knew it could only be Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru that had walked through those doors. You’d never officially met them, but you’d heard of them (who hadn’t?), and you’d even seen them in action a couple times. It was nearly impossible to forget people with such intense presences. 

If you’d had the energy, maybe you would’ve greeted them, exchanged war stories, bought them a drink or two. But you’d come to the bar for a reason- you’d had a long day. That reason alone kept you in your seat. And maybe it was for that reason that when you’d overheard Gojo betting Geto that he could get your number in a matter of seconds if he just dropped his own name, you pretended not to know who he was. 

But Geto, he was a completely different story. 

“I see, well I’m honored that you know who I am. As an apology for my friend here, why don’t you let me buy you a drink?” Geto offered. 

Gojo clapped a hand down firmly on Geto’s shoulder. “Now wait just a minute, she’s having drinks with me.”

“I’m sorry, I only have drinks with people I know.”

Gojo stumbled back, offended by your words. 

Right as he was about to sputter out more complaints, Geto wrapped an arm around his shoulder, attempting to steer him away. “Come on, you already gave it your best shot. Let’s leave the poor girl alone.”

They found another corner of the bar to disappear to and that was that. You went back to your drink and laughed to yourself as you replayed the encounter in your mind. Certainly wasn’t how you’d expected to meet the first and second strongest sorcerers in the entire Jujutsu world. But you were sure you’d never meet again. Gojo appeared to be in so much shock that you’d done actual psychological damage to him and you were sure his ego would never let him speak to you again. It was, however, unfortunate that you might’ve ruined your chances with Geto forever by offending his best friend. 

The first time you saw Geto, your heart stopped. 

You’d been called on site to support him with a case when you were both much younger- looking back, you shouldn’t have been called at all. He had flown by on a dragon spirit, with his dark mane fluttering in the wind, like he’d come straight out of your dreams, and you suddenly found it impossible to tear your eyes away. Even as he completely brutalized his enemy you kept your gaze fixed on him. It was clear that you had no reason to be there, that he wouldn’t need you, but god, what a thought it was- to be needed by him. If the ideal man existed, it’d be Suguru Geto. 

He was strong, but not arrogant. He was smart, but not stuck up. He was funny without meaning to be and kind without having to try. And he was extremely gorgeous. 

So you downed your drink, lamenting the fact that you’d just blown it with the man of your dreams, when the bartender approached you with another drink. 

“I didn’t order this.” 

The bartender tilted his head towards the back, corner booth. “He did. Left you a note too.”

You raised an eyebrow curiously as you accepted the drink. Then, after taking a sip or two, not wanting to appear eager, you finally peeked at the note that accompanied it. 

Please accept my apologies for Gojo’s behavior. I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of asking the bartender what your favorite drink was. 

You couldn’t help but smile. Of course, he was just being polite but his gentlemanly conduct only reinforced the idea you had of him in your head and your heart was in dangerous territory now. 

You raised a hand to call the bartender back over. Penning back your reply, you sent him to Geto with a drink of your own.

Thank you for the kind gesture, it was much appreciated. If there’s anything else you’d like to know about me, I’d be more than happy to tell you myself. 

You watched from across the bar as Geto’s eyes widened in surprise when he received your drink and note. His eyes darted up to meet yours. You gave him a little wave. He shook his head, chuckling, before turning to scribble something on a napkin and whispering to the bartender. Then he lifted his drink to you and downed it. 

You’d almost been too busy grinning and cheersing him back to notice that the bartender was now sliding you another drink with another note attached. Almost. But this time, you wasted no time in glancing down at the note. 

Now, how’s a guy supposed to apologize if you gift me something in return? 

Laughing, you readied your reply. You sent it back with another drink. 

If it makes you feel better, you can pretend the drinks were unrelated. 

This time, you received an appetizer with your note, rather than a drink.

That wasn’t the gift I was referring to. I think I’ll take you up on that offer to tell me more about yourself. Wouldn’t want you to get too drunk before I can get to know you though. 

Before you could write back your response, he slid into the seat beside you.

“Leaving Gojo to fend for himself?” You teased.

“Ahh, he’ll be fine. Our friends have joined him.” He gestured to the now-overflowing booth full of people packing in beside Gojo.

“I see- so really, you’re just here to escape the crowds.”

He pointed to the paper in your fingers. “Didn’t you read my note? I’m here for you.”

You laughed, taking another sip of your drink before responding, “What a line. You really know how to make a girl feel special, Geto.”

He grinned. “Well, you are special. After all, not many girls can keep their cool in front of Gojo Satoru, let alone lie to him about not knowing him with a straight face.”

Oh, he was GOOD. It was kind of turning you on. Your eyes gleamed wildly as you responded, “And how did you know I was lying?”

“Same way I know you hold the number three spot- when you’re in the top, you get to know who your competitors are. There’s no way you knew who I was but didn’t know who Gojo was.”

You sat back in your seat, amused. “Interesting idea, I’ll give you that. But your theory has a hole in it- I’m not special grade, so I’m not even in the rankings. And besides, almost no one knows the real identity of number three.”

He raised a brow at you before leaning in closer to murmur, “And here I thought you said you were willing to tell me anything about yourself, number three.”

The edge of your lip twitched. Your eyes darkened as they met his unrelenting gaze. 

For a moment, everything fell silent. There was no blaring bar music, no crowd of people bustling about, no glasses clinking, no drinks being shaken or stirred, just you and Geto, locked in each other’s eyes. 

Then you smirked. “I did say that, didn’t I? But I don’t like labels. For example- you call me number three now, but if you’re not careful, it’ll be number two before you know it.”

He threw his head back to laugh. “I knew I liked you. Number two, huh? Funny. I hope you know, I won’t make it easy for you.”

“Wouldn’t be any fun if you did.”

“I have a feeling we’ll have nothing but fun.”

And he was right.

If Gojo had been shocked you’d pretended not to know his name, he was even more shocked when you suddenly started hanging around the two of them more and more. You were with them so often, it was like you’d always been there. And you always had the time of your life. 

Geto would spar with you until you were both eroding the ground away with your heaving, aching bodies, and you’d lay there teasing each other until your organs felt like they might collapse from the sheer effort of laughing. Sometimes, Gojo would stay behind to watch. He’d stand on the sidelines and shout things like, “Suguru! Are you really sure you’re number two? That punch looked more like number three!” or “Y/N! The bar’s always hiring if you can’t cut it as a sorcerer!” and then you and Geto would look at each other and make a silent pact to cease your fighting and jump him instead (of course, Gojo would remind you just how well infinity worked, to which you’d both grumble that it was nothing but a cheat and he was nothing without it). 

One night, you went back to the same bar, hand in hand with Geto, and the bartender sighed when he saw you both, relieved that you’d come together and he wouldn’t have to dart back and forth again as a messenger for your flirting. Then, you started to frequent the bar more often, just to hang out, just to remind each other where you’d first met. And when you’d both finished trying to drink each other under the table, you’d sloppily make out in the cab ride back home. 

Sometimes, Gojo would feel left out so he’d flirt with Geto in front of you, trying to rile you up. You’d only snort and tell him to get a room or tell him to use protection. Geto always laughed. Sometimes, he’d wrap his arms around you tightly and sear his kisses into your neck, telling you that it would only ever be you. Sometimes, he’d grin and throw his arm around Gojo’s shoulder, saying “You heard the lady,” and they’d saunter off together, bellowing with laughter.

But each time you stole Geto’s t-shirt, prancing around the house in nothing but the shirt until he caught up to you and pressed you up against a wall or a couch or a bed, and each time you tied his hair up only for him to turn you around and insist he tie yours too, and each time he woke you up with breakfast or took you out to lunch or welcomed you home with dinner, you knew there would never be anyone for you but him.

And each time you massaged his shoulders or his back or his neck after a particularly grueling mission, stopping only to poke his sides to get a reaction out of him, and each time you brought home earrings you’d bought for him, saying this one or that one brought out his eyes, and each time you knew the second he was feeling even the least bit poorly and didn’t rest until he was at least able to smile, he knew there would never be anyone for him but you. 

He was number two, and you were number three, but to each other, you were number one and that was all that mattered.

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He's into YOU || Sano Manjiro x Reader || SMUT || YANDERE || 18+

006: Pleasures and Pain

You woke up feeling light-headed, followed by a surge of anxiety that coursed through your veins after catching a familiar scent. You gasped as you turned your gaze to look at what you were lying on.

Your head rested on top of Mikey's chest while his arms hugged your body tightly. He was sleeping peacefully, confident that he would not have any nightmares. His calm face resembled that of a child sleeping beside his mother.

Your eyes widened, and your heart thumped in your chest as memories flashed back in your mind. He had killed the only guy who could help you escape this place. How did Mikey even know where you were? Did the guy snitch?

Slowly, you tried to remove Mikey's grip, attempting to stand up and sneak quietly toward the door. But suddenly, you fell to the floor.

The chains on your ankles prevented you from stepping forward. You looked down, only to find Mikey holding the chain.

"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he said as he pulled the chain closer to him.

You felt a severe swelling in your foot as he tugged at the chain, tightly wrapped around your ankle. You cursed under your breath, trying to grab the drawer for support, but Mikey was too strong. He easily pulled you closer to him without breaking a sweat.

Touching your chin, Mikey spoke up, "Ran said you're my birthday present, so you better satisfy me."

You swallowed hard, feeling panic rise. "Mikey, please..."

"And don't forget my punishment," he continued, his tone chilling. "So make sure you don't pass out."

"N-No, Mikey, please!" you mumbled, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Mikey didn't pay attention to your pleas. He grabbed your body off the floor and threw you onto the bed, positioning himself above you. "Don't act like we didn't do this before. In fact, you should be grateful. I bathed you and dressed you myself."

As he brought his face closer to yours, he interlocked your lips into a heated kiss. He licked your lips, asking for permission to enter, but you didn't let him. His eyebrows furrowed, and he began to block your airway.

Realizing there was no possible way to escape Mikey, you opened your mouth, surrendering to the kiss. Not obeying his words or actions would only make it harder for both of you.

As he kissed you passionately, his hands roamed your shirt, ripping it apart. You noticed you weren't wearing a bra, so Mikey easily grabbed your breast, massaging it in a circular motion.

You moaned involuntarily. Mikey parted his lips from yours, kissing your neck and marking it before descending to your chest.

"Fuck," you purred, feeling overwhelmed as Mikey devoured your right breast while pinching your left.

Entangled in his dyed white locks, you felt the intense sexual tension building. He then moved down, removing your lower clothing and thrusting two fingers inside you, slowly revealing your insides.

He rubbed his fingers skillfully around your swollen area before gradually bringing them to your mouth. "Now you know how sweet you are," he purred, whispering in your ear before licking it.

An enormous sense of déjà vu washed over you as you recalled your past relationship with him; he always had a habit of licking your ear whenever he was turned on.

A stifled moan escaped your throat as Mikey licked you inside, savoring you like his favorite ice cream. "Fuck, you're even sweeter now."

Suddenly, you grabbed his hair and bucked against him as he repeatedly sucked your pussy. "You're fucking delicious."

His tongue didn't leave your cunt until you were close to climaxing, but just as you reached your peak, Mikey giggled, teasing you before resuming. This lasted for five more minutes.

Your legs felt weaker from pleasure. "Plea...please st...stop... Mikey!" you gasped.

Saliva pooled in your mouth as you cried, "Please stop!"

You gently tapped Mikey's head to get his attention, and it worked; he finally stopped licking you. You quickly covered your cunt, trying to prevent your cum from spreading across the bed.

"We're not done; that's just my appetizer."

You widened your eyes in shock, realizing he was already shirtless. He swiftly removed his lower clothing, revealing his hard cock.

Anxiety flooded through you as you stared at him. His cock was bigger than a ruler, and the thought of him breaking something inside you terrified you.

"Did you miss Jun-Jun, Y/N? He's a lot bigger now," he purred, positioning himself.

You shook your head in response, but Mikey just laughed, pointing his dick toward your pussy. He rubbed it against you before pushing the head against your entrance.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"I'm not fully inside you yet, and he can't calm down. I guess Jun-Jun missed you too," he said before pulling deeper into your pussy.

"Ah...ahhhh!" you screamed, and so did he. Both of you gasped for breath as Mikey began to thrust deeper, his entire manhood filling you completely.

His cock was so big that you could even see a bulge in your belly. He hit your G-spot, pumping slowly while cupping and massaging your breasts.

He pinched your hard nipples and sucked on them as you held onto his hair, overwhelmed by immense pleasure, and as you expected, you climaxed.

Your cum coated his huge dick, causing him to speed up. Your heartbeat pounded against your chest as you clutched the bedsheets.

"Ahhhh!" he moaned.

As Mikey continued to fuck you harder, he suddenly erupted inside you.

You screamed but were cut off when Mikey covered your mouth. His other hand left your breast, using it to brace himself as he pumped you harder again.

You struggled to scream, but Mikey kept his hand over your mouth. He stared at you, mouth agape, realizing he was the cause of your silence. He removed his hand, caressing your thigh before slapping it.

This lasted for a day.

Time flew by, and you didn't even realize he had been fucking you for 24 hours. He erupted inside you without protection ten times.

You asked him multiple times about his stamina, but the answer was always the same: "I have strong stamina; deal with it."

Your own stamina surprised you, but you recalled the medicine Rindou injected you with, realizing that might be why you hadn't passed out.

Finally, Mikey removed his cock from your cunt and rested his body on the bed, catching his breath.

You breathed a sigh of relief, your gaze drifting to Mikey's now calmed-down dick. "It's finally calmed down."

"It's not," Mikey exclaimed.

You widened your eyes as you watched him walk toward the bathroom, unable to form words when you saw him inject something into his thigh.

He faced you with his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his hardened cock. "Get ready for Day 2."

(A/N) lmk if you want to get tagged

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[demigoddessqueens]

All I can picture is how each member of vox machina reacting to the reader calling them their husband/wife.

Like reader is arguing with someone. That person insults that one member of Vox machina and before you know it reader decking the rude person in the face yelling “THAT’S MY WIFE/HUSBAND, TAKE THEIR NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!”

Yes!! I love it!!

Percy - he had some choice words reserved for a rude noble but seeing you take action is all the more amusing! Damn right, he’s YOUR husband

Vax’ildan - he’s never had anyone call him “theirs”, but it’s such a feeling. New, different, and he likes it! If you let him, a kiss in front of says dissenter seals the deal.

Keyleth - YOUR wife?? Yeah she’s your wife?! Why would she ever doubt? You both have the matching Ashari tattoos that say otherwise.

Scanlan - who could ever say such things to him?? Your beloved songster, muse? Of course he’s flattered with the heart eyes and a smug “you heard them!”

Vex’ahlia - get them again babe, she’s got your flower! She IS YOUR WIFE and no one will dare to forget that

Pike - not one to answer back to rude arseholes but feels that surge of pride when you have a retort back! Your badass cleric WIFE!

Grog - has you propped up on his shoulders as you proudly tell off such a rude person!! “Yeah I’m their HUSBAND! whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?”

[twin-azure-dragon-wave]

The Complete History of Tenseiga - Part 2

Continued from Part 1

Chapter 129-131

After his latest defeat at the hands of his brother, Sesshomaru is in an extremely weakened state and is left to recover in a forest near a human village.

The humiliation of being taken down by Inuyasha probably stings worse than any of the physical injuries.

While he convalesces, he meets a mute, orphan girl named Rin who attempts to care for him. Due to the extent of his injuries, Sesshomaru is barely able to move and thus has to deal with the unwanted attention after he fails to scare her off.

Sesshomaru: Are those gluten-free?

Despite his refusal to accept her help and his insistence that she mind her own business, Rin continues to visit him during his recovery. When she returns one day with bruises on her face, it sparks Sesshomaru's curiosity and he asks her how she got them. This a significant moment in his character development since it's the first time he's ever been shown expressing concern about another person. It also demonstrates that Rin's persistence has has paid off and has had an actual impact on him.

This simple inquiry about her bruises raises Rin's spirits and she responds by smiling at him. Which—completely baffles him, as in addition to asking about another's well-being, it's clear that being smiled at is also something Sesshomaru is not remotely accustomed to.

I wanted to say this is about Sesshomaru not understanding human emotions, but considering it's *Sesshomaru*, he probably just doesn't understand emotions in general.

Sesshomaru eventually returns to full health at the same time that a pack of yokai wolves lead by Koga attack Rin's village and kill her. He follows the scent of her blood and finds her dead body. After scaring the wolves away from her corpse he begins to leave when he remembers Rin's smile from earlier and turns back around.

I'm sorry, but can we talk about how Rin completely changed the entire course of this man's life just by SMILING AT HIM. Like, your fave could never. Rin is, low key, the most powerful character in the entire series and this is the proof.

For the second time (since demonstrating the blade's inability to cut on Jaken in chapter 126) Sesshomaru draws Baby Tooth Tenseiga. He feels a surge of power from the sword and then we see a group of tiny, horned creatures descend upon Rin's body. Depending on the translation, these beings are called either the messengers or pallbearers of the Underworld (Personally I prefer pallbearers since it sounds cooler, so that's how I'll refer to them.)

Jaken: Does Not Compute.

As the master of Tenseiga, he is the only one who can see the pallbearers (when he cuts them later, Jaken's remark makes it obvious that they're only visible to Sesshomaru) and this unique ability to see them is the reason he's able to use the sword effectively. The pallbearers will appear around a deceased character's corpse every time Sesshomaru is successfully able to bring someone back to life. The key word here being "successfully."

Interestingly, despite never using the sword before, Sesshomaru seems to instinctively know that he's supposed to cut the pallbearers in order to activate it's function.

Tag yourself. I'm the one in the gingham loincloth with the trident.

Sesshomaru's prepares to "test out" Tenseiga on the deceased Rin. Him framing of his actions here as a 'test' isn't exactly inaccurate; since he's never used Tenseiga in this manner before, he doesn't know what will happen when he does or whether he's capable of making it's powers work like they're supposed to.

But acting like he's only doing it as a way to satisfy his curiosity is also a way to rationalize what is likely an unconscious desire to save Rin. After all, it was the memory of her smile that had compelled him not to simply walk away and forget about her, so using the justification of, "I'm just testing put my sword, it's not like I actually care about her or anything" makes for a convenient way to save face. And honestly, Sesshomaru has to have come across a lot of dead bodies in his time, so clearly Rin was a special case if he was only willing to try Tenseiga when it came to her.

In the wideban, Takahashi explained that she created Rin's character because she wanted to create the opportunity for Sesshomaru's heart to soften, and if you remember at the end of chapter 129, Totosai stated that Tenseiga's destiny was "up to Sesshomaru's heart." Meeting Rin is the inflection point where Sesshomaru stops treating Tenseiga like a cumbersome burden and begins to develop the compassionate nature necessary to grow the sword to it's full potential.

Tenseiga University is in session, bitches.

Whatever his real reasons, Sesshomaru cuts down the pallbearers, destroying them with Tenseiga's power.

It's so on brand for Sesshomaru that he gains the power of resurrection and it still involves him getting to violently murder something.

His 'test' is successful and Rin comes back to life. This shocks Jaken, both because his master just raised someone from the dead, and also because he's probably never seen Sesshomaru save someone's life before, let alone a human's life.

Jaken is shooketh.

"That's totally unlike Sesshomaru-sama..." Again, Rin is the most powerful character in the entire series. Fight me.

Sesshomaru is pleased by the result of his experiment but, based on his reaction, I do wonder if he was aware before this that raising the dead was an ability Tenseiga possessed. It's stated he'd kept it because he knew that there was more to Tenseiga than just being a sword that can't cut, but given how familiar he is with Tessaiga's capabilities, it's notable that Tenseiga is a total enigma to him. Did he never witness his father wielding Tenseiga? Did he never bother to ask Toga what his other sword was for? Totosai probably would've been willing to explain at least the basics, but by then Sesshomaru's too resentful of the whole situation to hear out anything he has to say.

It makes me think that Toga's acquisition of the Meidou Zangetsuha and the separation of Tenseiga and Tessaiga into two different swords (Uh, spoiler alert) was something that probably had to have happened pretty close to when the Inu no Taisho died if Tenseiga is this much of a mystery to Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru: I'm sorry I called you dull and blunt and useless...

Tenseiga: Ah, that's alright, don't sweat it—

Sesshomaru: And weak and a burden and a stupid, ugly piece of worthless garbage—

Tenseiga: Okay, you can stop now!

So, there we have it. Tenseiga has been "activated" so to speak and now that Sesshomaru is aware of the power it possesses, he's able to start his journey toward mastering it.

Chapter 157-159

The next time we see Sesshomaru comes in the aftermath of Inuyasha's battle with a powerful ogre named Goshinki. Sesshomaru, now traveling with Rin in addition to Jaken, smells traces of Tessaiga (the blade that had slain Goshinki) on the ogre's fang. He takes the ogre's head and brings it to the forge of Totosai's evil ex-apprentice, Kaijinbo, a notorious swordsmith who fell out with his former master due to, among other things—using the blood of murdered children to craft his blades.

Sesshomaru asks Kaijinbo if he can forge a sword out of Goshinki's fangs and it's clear that he's still not satisfied with Tenseiga and wants a sword he can actually fight with. And since Totosai refuses to make him one, he's sought out Kaijinbo instead.

Kaijinbo: I'd need the blood of like, 20 extra toddlers.

According to Kaijinbo, a decent sword can't be made from "dead" fangs. This turns out not to be an issue as Sesshomaru demonstrates his ingenuity by drawing Tenseiga to resurrect Goshinki's severed head.

SKREE

Using Tenseiga this way is actually really clever and resourceful and it demonstrates how quickly Sesshomaru is figuring out it's workings. It's also notable here how he's initially not using it for anything close to a 'compassionate' purpose. He employs the sword's 'healing' power purely for his own selfish ends—to get a shiny new sword with the might to rival Tessaiga. By commissioning a remorseless child killer, no less!

It's clear he doesn't really understand Tenseiga yet. He's learning how to wield the sword in a functional sense, but he's still lagging behind when it comes the internal and emotional growth he's meant to be gaining from it.

"Chewed and snapped the Tessaiga" Is the Tessaiga a piece of gum all of the sudden?

Kaijinbo agrees to forge a sword for Sesshomaru, creating the blade Tokijin. However, Tokijin's evil aura is too much for Kaijinbo to handle and he is possessed by it's vengeful will, slicing Jaken in half and killing him.

When Sesshomaru comes across Jaken's bisected body, he revives him with Tenseiga, making Jaken the second person after Rin to be brought back to life by the sword.

Sesshomaru: Not my imp, you bitch!

Hilariously, Jaken's body still remains in two pieces after he's revived. Although we unfortunately don't get to see how he manages to "pull himself together," he's extremely grateful to Sesshomaru for reviving him and I do love how Sesshomaru doesn't hesitate at all to use Tenseiga on Jaken. It shows that no matter how he treats him, Jaken is genuinely important to him.

"Wind Beneath My Wings" begins playing from somewhere...

Chapter 296-297

Tenseiga is all but forgotten about for over a hundred chapters until the Band of Seven arc ends.

It's pissed it's not getting any screentime.

In chapter 296, we find out that Naraku's incarnation, Hakudoshi (who has the power to look inside people's souls), has been beheading demons in an attempt to "catch a glimpse of the land between this world and the next." One of the demons beheaded is the father of a river otter yokai named Kanta.

When Hakudoshi looks into the soul of a dead yokai, we get a cryptic hint of what the land between worlds looks like ("a world shrouded in a white mist"), foreshadowing that it's a location that's already known to the reader.

You can just see in Kagura's eyes how much she hates that little shit.

Sesshomaru comes across the headless corpse of Kanta's father. Since the last time we saw him he was looking off into the distance while remarking on Tenseiga's agitation, we can assume that Tenseiga had somehow lead him there.

The reason for this seems lost on Sesshomaru though, and his presence arouses Inuyasha's suspicion when he shows up with his group. Kagome and Shippo (who know about Tenseiga's supposed powers via Totosai's exposition from chapter 129) beg him to help Kanta's father but Sesshomaru declines, saying it's none of his concern.

Kagome: *Pretty* please?

It's here that we find out how far out of the loop Inuyasha and co. are when it comes to Tenseiga. Namely, that they have no idea that Sesshomaru has, or even can, use it to bring someone back to life.

Having not been witness to Jaken or Rin's resurrections, Inuyasha reveals that he's still under the impression that Sesshomaru is unable to use the sword, a misconception shared by his friends.

If side-eye could kill.

What I find surprising here is that Sesshomaru is okay with letting them believe that he's not just unwilling, but incapable, of helping them. I say it's surprising because, given his spiteful and prideful nature, I'd almost expect him to revive Kanta's father just to prove that he could and it's interesting that he's willing to let Inuyasha especially, get away with thinking that he's less powerful than he actually is.

But maybe, (like with him calling his resurrection of Rin a "test") he's content to let the assumption slide to save face. He still wants to maintain the image of an unfeeling, ruthless asshole and revealing that he can do something only someone with a "loving heart" should be able to suits him worse than the brief appearance of incompetence would.

Tenseiga, as usual, has other plans and before Sesshomaru can leave, the sword's energy becomes unsettled. Sesshomaru interprets this intense reaction as Tenseiga telling him to save Kanta's father, likely the reason why it drew him to the yokai's corpse in the first place.

Sesshomaru: My Tenseiga sense is tingling!

The reason Tenseiga compelled Sesshomaru to use it becomes clearer when Kanta's newly resurrected father tells an odd story about going to a strange place, "a world shrouded in white mist," after he died. His description matches Hakudoshi's from earlier, but he's able to give more specific details that reveal that the mysterious place Hakudoshi is attempting to locate is the tomb of Sesshomaru's father.

Home Depot?

Sesshomaru leaves confused about what Tenseiga was trying to tell him and what it had to do with his father's gravesite. This part is interesting because were seeing how strong Tenseiga's influence over Sesshomaru has become. He allows the sword to guide him and he submits to it's will even when it's contrary to his own.

Tenseiga: Pssst...tell Rumiko to give me more screentime.

Chapter 318-325

While Sesshomaru and co. are trying to find an entrance to his father's tomb (which we now know is in the borderland between the living world and the afterlife), they encounter Kagura, who informs them that the gateway to the borderland has already closed, but that Inuyasha and Naraku have managed to get inside. However, she tells Sesshomaru about an alternate, but dangerous way in.

Is that a challenge?

Sesshomaru arrives at the gateway, where he encounters it's two guards, Gozu and Mezu. Supposedly, the only way to enter the gateway is to kill the two guards, but even then anyone who tries to enter will be bathed in a strange light and turned to stone since only the dead are supposed to be able pass through.

Sesshomaru's attempt to kill the guards with Tokijin fails and Gozu and Mezu tell him that they can't be cut by a sword from "this" world.

Tenseiga pulses and Sesshomaru realizes that, unlike Tokijin, it can be used effectively against the guards. But after drawing the sword, the gateway begins to open and Gozu and Mezu kneel before him, telling him that he's allowed to pass because he carries the blade of the afterlife.

All hail Lord Fluffy.

This is the first we hear of Tenseiga being able to cut "those not of this world." We know it can cut the pallbearers of the underworld, but now we find put that it has the ability to apparently cut any being from other world, including Gozu and Mezu themselves. Tenseiga saves in the "living" world, but kills in the world of the dead.

Jaken's clinging to that Mokomoko like it's a security blanket.

Sesshomaru enters into the borderland to join the fight against Naraku and there's a part here with Inuyasha that I want to mention because, even though it doesn't have anything to do with Tenseiga, it's going to become thematically relevant later.

During the battle, Inuyasha is given the chance to strengthen Tessaiga by defeating Hosenki (the jewel maker who created the black pearl that was in his eye) but decides to shield his friends from Naraku's deadly miasma instead. At first, Hosenki derides this attitude as emblematic of his half-yokai nature, but it's later revealed to be secret test of character.

When Inuyasha uses the Kongōsōha (Adamant Barrage) for the first time, Hosenki tells him that the diamond spears would have killed him if he'd only cared about strengthening the sword. But because Inuyasha valued his friends lives more than increasing his power, Hosenki rewards him with the Kongōsōha.

Hosenki secretly replaced the diamond fragments with Folger's crystals.

Unlike Inuyasha, Sesshomaru is a pure demon, and doesn't hold back in his pursuit of power, even if it means putting others in danger. This mindset will later come back to bite him and that's why I find this part of the story illuminating in light of Sesshomaru's future trip to the underworld and what he'll have to sacrifice in order to strengthen Tenseiga.

Naraku: You're not like the other girls, are you?

Part 3 Coming Soon.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse Party:BABES FROM SPACE!!

Six, Drugs and a wild night!!!

Jaco had pulled Krillin along on for a guys night with some of his fellow space patrol buddies, mainly to try and act as a wing man for the eccentric extra terrestrial as he tried to hook up with some of the finest babes to find and meet at some of the hottest intergalactic hot spots. This leads them to their current hangout at an alien hostess club where sexual cyborg Six of One happened to wind up working after her captain/ sometimes lover got arrested a few months ago and she got tired of having to bail him and the rest of their misfit crew out of trouble. Funny how things could go full circle having wanting to be taken seriously as a science officer, even getting upgraded with a conscience and a sense of decency yet here she was back to making a living doing what she’d been designed for. But hey when you know what to do as well as she does, why not and besides it was direct enough honest living, so to speak.

Just her luck for this shift that she finds herself serving Krillin's booth and feeling herself rather drawn to the short king. It certainly helped that he wasn’t as drunk and rowdy as the party of off duty galactic patrol men who had at least managed to keep themselves on their best behaviour, so far anyways. After some time the group made to take their leave and head off to the next watering hole, Six intercepted Krillin to ask king him if he wanted to hook up for a little bonus off the clock fun, it may cost extra but it would be nice and certainly worth his time. Might've been the liquor talking and her body language and looks were a factor for sure but Krillin could hardly see any reason to turn down such a generous offer.

So a quick space drive on over back to her apartment and Six was wasting no time getting the action going, making out with Krillin in a manner that expressed her sensual thirst while letting his hands explore and get acquainted with her body. The short king cop finding it to be quite well built and out together, leaving no doubt what she was built and made for in showing a man real good time. She could certainly tell he approved as she felt the telltale signs of a bulge indicating he was pitching a tent in his pants as she stroked his crotch. In turn this served to make her own already sky high arousal skyrocket further as their hands scrambled to get one another naked, becoming lost in their own erotic little world.

This of course made Six forget to check that her roommate was still in or not, as the extra terrestrial slime-like Zo’Dee slept on the couch after a little tv binge marathon. Stirring awake to find Six getting nude with what she assumed was some rando before she linked her red eyes at the sight of Krillin’s cock, wondering if she actually seen that for real. Looking on as the pair made out all the way to Six’s bedroom which got the gel girl curious as she moved from the couch and snuck her way over to peek through the door and gasp at what she was witnessing. Yes indeed Krillin’s cock was really that big and it showed with how wild Six was getting giving him a titfuck and a blowjob but of course, they were just getting started.

Indeed as the gel girl watched with voyeuristic awe, she could tell Six was herself having the best time of her life as she was now enjoying a wild ride with the short king. Bouncing her glorious sexy ass on that cock as her pleasure circuits surged working themselves into overdrive managing levels of eroticism she never thought possible to achieve or feel while Krillin squeezed those hypnotic titties of hers. Zo’dee couldn’t contain herself as she began to grope and play with herself, one hand squeezing her own perky tots as the other plunged down the front of her thong to flick her bean. How long had it been since she herself had enjoyed the touch of another man, let alone one with such length and girth between their legs?

How her temptation only increase with every passing secon and minute as Six experienced orgasm after orgasm which saw position after position. From cowgirl into missionary then seeping into a mating press, licking her lips at those heavy balls slapping the sex droid’s asscheeks and that cock lunging into her snatch. She couldn’t stand it anymore as she stripped her slimes horny self out of her clothes and gatecrashed the party right as Six was getting it soggy style. Catching Krillin off guard as she hugged him from behind, feeling up his sculpted torso while she pressed her lips to his to express the desire burning within her.

Krillin was confused at first and caught off guard to say the least but never let it be said he didn’t know how to roll with the punches when it came to a scenario like this. Returning the kiss as his rut with Six now became a threesome with her roommate and taking things to a whole other level of intensity with Zo’dee having her turn as the se around recovered to catch her breath. The slime-like alien babe rocking a raw ahegao expression on her face as the short king had her in a full nelson position, making her bounce snd ride in his jackhammering cock with her juices soaking his balls. Making the xeno girl feel like she coild die without regrets yet knew full well thst this stud was only getting started with showing her what a real man was like.

Seconds became minutes which flowed into hours of a night of constant, seemingly nonstop passionate fucking with Six and Zo'dee's bond as roommates becoming lustier and sexual thanks particularly to the skill and virlity of their short king. Who was truly putting any and every prior lover to shame be they similar in humanoid shape to him or otherwise and believe you me with how Si'x s body was designed and the partciular biology of Zo'dee's body, that was certainly saying something plenty. Spit being swapped, asscheeks being slapped and clapped, tits groped, tongues dancing and balls being pumped and drained into hot, hungry wombs begging to be flooded with white hot creamy manjuice. Ensuring that Krillin was going to leave quite a lasting impact on the sexaroid and her gel-like lady friend for sure in the foreseeable future....

In the end, Six didn't just finish this night satisfied with the best lay of her functional life alongside her roomie but she even Krillin's contact info. Meaning she now has some serious stories to tell her friends at the hostess club but of course Zo'dee naturally requested a copy of those details as she could think of a few fellow xeno girls who could enjoy some of that hot sexy Earth man. If Krillin didn't find himself with a bit of a reputation in the galaxy before, you can damn well bet he was going to at the end of the day at the earlier, week at the latest when these 2 were done. Speaking of our short king, much as he'd have liked to have given the 2 intergalactic hotties some afterglow quality time, he had a bit of an emergency to deal with that required his attention.

It seemed that in his absence from hooking up with Six and heading back to her place, Jaco and his GP pals eventually all got drunk and get thrown in a cell for the night for disturbing the peace on a few counts of drunk and disorderly conduct. Which of course lead to one of them having to use their one phone call to ask Krillin for a little solid and post bail. When these guys got drunk?! They, got DRUNK!! Remember boys and girls, no matter what you might think you're either too drunk to fuck....or too fucked to drink.

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Kangoku Eros

It'd started out simple Krillin and Jaco out flying around space for the fun of it, after all it wasn't often the galactic patrol man had much chance for time off and Krillin was up for just seeing the sights compared to the last few times he was actively travelling in space. That didn't happen to involve danger and peril, like Namek hadn't been traumatic enough, to name one example of the top of his head. It was in the midst of their cosmic joyride road trip that they received a coded message asking for help and being the respective lawmen they were and all responded by going to find the source of the signal, coming upon a large battleship. Upon requesting for docking, the communications officer denied any sort of distress transmission only for Jaco of course to demand permission to boardupon showing his badge.

Originally upon setting foot aboard the vessel, the captain, one Denny Boghan, who they both agree is a slimy character, tried to convince them it was merely a false alarm but Krillin can't shake this bad feeling he’d been having. He pushed through group of unsavoury looking sorts that composed of this crew and when they tried to violently stop him from going any further, they realised that this so called crew had to be hiding something. The odd cop duo thus proceeded to storm the ship, showing just outclassed snd out of their league Boghan and his motley lot were and soon found the dirty secret they were trying to keep from their prying eyes. Majors Rieri Bishop and Naomi Evans of the New Solars faction, rivals to Bogan’s Neo Terrans, in the midst of what was later found to be one of the many depraved brainwashing sessions they’d been subjected to.

With their crimes now exposed the captain and his cohorts were arrested immediately with swift and extreme prejudice, more so via Krillin’s own two fists for some justified police brutality. Ensuring Bogan and his pack of rats were messed up in ways that would make them useless to a woman. After several weeks of procession in the intergalactic court of justice, they were sentenced to be executed for high treason with the Neo Terran leaders disavowing and disowning them for their perverse terrorist actions. The evidence found in the ship’s computers and the security footage certainly proved to be quite damning and thst was just based in what they could show in the court room.

Meanwhile, Rieri and Naomi were given a few months of leave to recover from their trauma including a series of treatments to help undo some of the brainwashing conditioning. Although some side effects like the increased sexual sensitivity and the fellatio doll modification were liable to remain, they could be manage in a way that wouldn’t affect their daily lives. Though Rieri was struck again with misfortune when her husband up and left her, stating her status as a victim negatively affected their reputation within the New Solars militia, she had some comfort knowing she still had Naomi by her side. The pair of course seemed to bond and become quite closer than they were before and soon decided to use their downtime recovery leave to some advantage.

The two Military women this decided to go to earth, where they would meet up with Krillin, their personal hero and a select few of his close friends of course. The way they’d look at Krillin with longing was something 18 more than easily managed to noticed such got the blonde cyborg grinning and the gears in her head turning. More so when she volunteered to host the visiting duo at hers and Krillin’s place where she wasted no time in explaining to them she know what they’d really came to Earth for. Which she was not only okay with but was looking to make it happen for them and so they planned and plotted…and aimed to put it into action in no time.

One night, the two commanders, clad in lingerie, surprised their compact hero as he came to find them in his and 18’s bedroom and they proceeded to hit on him, making it crystal clear from their sensual body language and the lust burning in their eyes that they were looking for some fun. But Krillin was against it at first as he felt this would be bad for their recovery from what they went through as well as taking advantage of their trauma. Of coursed they assured him that it was more than okay and that this was something thy really wanted so after some convincing, which involved a lot of heavy petting and some very passionate kisses, he figured what the hell and goes for it. 18 of course watched on, hidding inside the closet as she looked on with voyeuristic glee at her man about to enjoy his latest, down to fuck conquest...and sow more wild oats with his fertile, potent seed....

Soon the girls forget all about their troubles as they welcomed pleasure assaulting their bodies which was such a far cry from the brutish, boorish molesting done to them by the Neo Terran dogs whenever the battleship's simulated nighttime mood lighting kicked in. This was true, raw and primal sexual bliss and ecstasy as they gladly serviced their short king hero's cock with licks and kisses, the fellatio doll program's twisted modifcations allowing them to truly handle deepthroating his cock as their mouths and throats felt like oral pussies getting fucked good and proper. Orgasms rocking them so intensely that their pussies were squirting, erupting with misty sprays like they were geysers which made their already high arousal skyrocket. To such a degree that they even started calling Krillin master, urging him and pleading him to claim as his personal fucktoy trophies as his reward for being their studly savior.

Krillin would be lying if he said that Lieri and Naomi's bitch in heat mindset and mood wasn't winning him over as a bad influence but of course leave it to his body to be honest. In such a way that he couldn't not oblige these down to fuck hotties, taking them one on one or both at once with his pelvis pumping and pounding into the lewd embrace of their pussies, making the aheagao faced whores mentally proclaim they'd gladly be his personal comfort officers just so they could never forget his cock. Missionary, doggy style, kissing and eating one another out, their asses, mouths and pussies at his fuck and call before they'd soon found Android 18 joining them as the blonde got so horny that she wasn't content to merely watch anymore. Making this a night that neither of them was every going to be forgetting for a damn good long time to say the very least.....

They soon leave the following morning, feeling far better than when they'd arrived, particularly and especially after another little quickie and some breakfast. Lieri and Naomi especially felt peppy and delighted as they now had some contact info shared with 18 thus allowing them to keep in touch with her and their compact hero. And believe you me, they were going to get plenty creative with the pictures and videos they aimed to send him in the future in between some saucy sexts. To say nothing of what they got up to after their return to active duty in the New Solars militia.....

It seemed that the duo had opted to request command of a battleship crew of their own and take the Neo Terrans' twisted concept of comfort officers as something of their own. Becoming the onboard sexual relief providers for their handpicked group with a few women added into the mix of course and the men meeting certain...criteria that they desired in them physically speaking. Including quite a few 4 to 5 foot even dudes who were hung like horses and had shaved or bald heads and let's just say....morale was quite high. Especially during "Happy hour".......

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"Heavy Metal:FAKK-U!!"

In ages past, before even the Saiyans came to be, there existed a malevolent race called the Arakacians, who'd  discovered a place where space-time leaked a type of fluid which granted immortality to anyone who consumed it. With this unique discovery they built an empire and enslaved the known universe for centuries, seeming unstoppable until they were finally vanquished after the fountain chamber (Where they gathered this water of life) was sealed by freedom fighters. The key to the chamber, a glowing crystal that'd lead the bearer back to the fountain, but would drive anyone who possessed it insane, was cast into space and lost among the stars until centuries on when a space miner by the name of Tyler would discover the key, its energies warping and twisting him into becoming a homicidal, barbaric mad man with little to no moral compass, driven to seek out this secret that would essentially make him a god. Starting with hijacking a ship and building himself a mercenary army as he would set forth on an maniacal path of conquest.

The first victim in his blind ambitions would be the colony planet known as Eden, inhabited by settlers into a peaceful commune that would find themselves the victims of a genocidal massacre by the lunatic and his merc army. Unknown to the people of Eden, their home had been among a series of seed worlds for a project by the Arakacians to make harvesting sites for immortality waters. As a result of this, traces of the water would infect the settlers in a such a way that while they wouldn't be immortal, the effects would sure that Eden's community would age at steady state and rate where they could stay young and healthy. To say the mad man had ill intentions in regards to that would be putting it mildly as he took away the few remaining locals prisoner including a school teacher by the name of Kerry...and as a result, gave the one sole survivor left behind in her older sister, Julie...who was one lethal bitch to deal with when you gave her a reason to hate your guts.

In one version of events that follow, our vindictive lady asskicker would come to pursue Tyler by following his trail to a jump port station, only to find that killing the bastard wouldn't be as easy first thought before later pursuing him to a far off world and what would lead to massive, chaotic war of death and bloodshed only in this case however, things went off script after Tyler uderwent on his rampage at the port’s strip club. Mainly that during the mayhem occuring in hyperspace jump, they were taken way off course instead of the dessert planet which held the chamber of the immortality waters, it'd caused him and his merc crew and a pursuing Julie to go further off into the wrong part of the galaxy and crash on Earth of all places. Crashing hard in a manner which ensured a large chunk of his army would be heavily killed or viciously injured, Tyler was in a foul mood to say the least thanks to such a massive diversion as he emerged from the wreckage and wound up running into none other the Z fighters in the midst of one of their casual downtime get togethers. To say his luck went from bad to worse was putting it mildly as this came about at a very poor time as it turns out Beerus and Whis just so happened to be visiting for lunch.

Naturally the God of Destruction was quite annoyed at first to have his feasting so rudely interrupted but being how he was, he refused to do anything to further spoil his gourmet dining but Krillin on the other hand had no such issues, proceeding to single handedly beat down Tyler just in time for Julie to arrive and gun him down. However the would be tyrant pretty much sealed his fate after the takes his personal ampoule of immortality elixir to heal himself as Beerus and Whis both became interested upon witnessing its effects. Before the feline GoD decided to cut right to the point and within the blink of an eye, used Hakai to wipe Tyler out from existence and sees the one thing left behind besides his stick bag of ampoules, the infamous glowing green Crystal Key. It vexed the vindictive deity to see this artifact of the Arakacian empire, remembering all too well how they cruelly and ruthlessly ruled the universe via a campaign of conquest through their immortality waters so hardly anyone shed a tear for them when they were defeated when the fountain chambers were locked away and the crystal key hidden away especially for the risk it had of driving anyone who touched it mad .

Beerus naturally wasted no time in destroying the key for good and went off with Whis to speak to the omniking about this matter. After all if the Arakacians were coming back in some shape or form, then this could be a problem that had to be nipped in the bud. One that would be dealt with as swiftly and efficiently as a god of Destruction must to ensure balance in the universe after all. Which left Krillin and co to have to deal with the aftermath of quite a mess to clean up to say the very least. But hey certainly beats dealing with yet another threat of some super being who could lay waste to a whole galaxy with just their pinkie.

With their planet essentially dead save for only the two of them as its survivors, Julie and Kerrie, who'd been found and freed from her captivity aboard Tyler's ship, opted to stay on Earth. At the least its balance of civilisation and nature rather reminded them of Eden, while those among what was left of Tyler's crew opted to scatter and run, save for Lambert and Germaine who opted to just accept jobs in the mail room for Capsule Corp. A 9 to 5 gig without having to deal with an immortality obsessed lunatic who might kill them based on a mood swing and it paid a decent salary? Yeah you can say it was better than all that fuck-damned grief and hassle for sure.

In the aftermath since then after having settled to life on Earth, Julie and Kerrie had started learning and training in martial arts after having felt inspired by seeing Krillin, so they were learning under the care and guidance of Master Roshi, who was more than happy to teach such lovely ladies. That is after learning to show a little class and restraint after Julie made it all too clear if the old man tried any crap towards Kerrie, then she would mess him up in ways that'd make him useless to a woman which the Turtle hermit understood loud and oh so crystal clear. During their tutelage of course, 18 could tell from observation that the duo were starting to become drawn to her husband, who they personally saw as a hero for his beatdown of Tyler. So leave it to the every kinky blonde cyborg to seize opportunity when it presented itself as she told the sisters they had her express permission and arranged their chance by them go to Krillin and ask for some help with their "stamina" training.

It was certainly physical and intense as Julie and Kerry were getting their worlds rocked by the short king, deep moans escaping their lovely lips, that is when they weren't pre-occupied with kissing one another or eating each other out in ways you'd never figure sisters would be close and intimate. Urging Krillin to plow and plunder their tight, horny pussies with his powerful length and girth jackhammering away as they welcomed the embrace of his skilled hands squeezing their asses and groping their perky, juicy titties. If his seed was plenyt potent, there was no doubt they'd be popping out enough to make a new Eden community to reform and rebuild their old culture but of course the fact the sex was amazing was a welcome bonus. Especially with such a sex god being so capable and virile....

But of coruse no harm in ensuring a few more of these "stamina" sessions just to make sure they got their much desired and intended results. It certainly helped that 18 was providing some handy tips and tricks to ensure Krillin would cum inside them plenty of times to ensure he'd knock them up sooner or later. Centuries down the line the community of New Eden would thrive and prosper as peaceful place but certainly not afraid to throw down if any fucker got ideas thinking they were pushovers. But that's a story for another time....

As for Beerus, he was unusuaully swift and motivated in dealing with the matters regarding the Arakacians' chamber of immortality, mainly destroying it in such a way that the waters would be buried beyond salvaging. For good measure he'd even managed to locate and eliminate the last of the Arakacians, who'd been hiding among the nation of the Holy land as a hermit wiseman. Job well done, no bother and ready to enjoy another fine feast, the God of Destruction had even found a little friend to take home in the former guardian of the Key, a sentient rock creature known as Zeke. Who made for a different sort of company to have around compared to Whis and his trollish behaviour, he had to say.....such a curious creature...

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It's good to be the Queen!!

Mars, the red planet among the 9 (because Pluto is still a planet damnit!!) which inhabited the milky way solar system within the North regions of the Galaxy of Universe 7, was not a lifeless world as some on Earth would think. In fact the Galactic patrol knew the truth all too well, Mars was very rich in life...far beneath its surface, where society and civilization and unfortunately home to a very misfit but very proud, technologically gifted race of warriors, soldiers and scientists. All ruled by the silky yet firm iron fist of their tyrant, Queen Tyr'ahnee whose ruthlessness was matched only by her quite stunning good looks, seriously she oh so very easy on the eyes regardless of some species and their standards on beauty and attractiveness. It's a wonder she was even still single but....apparently that was a bit of a sore topic for her.

Perhaps that was why of course the GP opted to send in none other than Earth's own Krillin to act an ambassador for his planet and representative for them, given the results he'd managed to achieve in the past. Why the Gem race had been integrating quite well into foregn societies on other planets and to say nothing of how the Asari homeworld had been expressing interest in hosting him for a visit on Samara and Liara's quite appraising recommendation. So if anyone was sure to get on Tyr'ahnee's good side and convince her not to express any ill intent or harm on the blue planet, it had to surely be him. Least they were hoping especially given they had to promise they owed him a solid big time for throwing him under the bus to the proverbial wolves like this.

So that was how the compact Z fighter came to find himself in the red planet, greeted and escorted by a duo of native Martian girls who were the queen’s personal handmaidens. Doing his best not to ogle their backsides and the way they swayed and sashayed, wondering if all Martian women were this curved and toned. Soon finding himself in the presence of the queen herself and oh wouldn’t you know it, they neglected to inform him that she was in the midst of bathing. Her ebony form kept modest by the warm water and the vapour of the steam that filled the area like a fog, her icy velvet eyes locked on him and looking at him as if he dare think he was worth her time.

Tyr’Ahnee:”So then, this is the best the galactic patrol could think to sen my way? A mere runt from the blue planet of all places but if it is so then so it will be. I’ll cut right to the point earth man, there is only one method of diplomacy I will opt for and if you fail to meet my standards…..there will be consequences….”Krillin wasn’t sure what made him more nervous, he threat of implied invasion and war from the Martian queen or the fact she was naked which was a challenge not to stare at. Especially with the handmaidens always forcing him to turn his head to face her so he didn’t look away, seems they felt it rude to not do so.””So I’ll get right to the point…if you so value the lives of your people and your planet…then you’ll remove your clothes, join m in my bath…and pleasure me..should you fail to satisfy me though, well…we shall have to see…”*Now he had to wonder if he heard that right but there was no mistaking it when she stood up, fully exposing her nude form right before his eyes. Dropping his jaw at thst pure pitch black form as it glistened snd warm water dripped down along the curves and tone…which naturally made the blood rush and certain switches in his brain flip.*

Right before their very eyes, the handmaidens looked on with fascinated, voyeuristic awe before them as their mighty queen was screaming with whorish delight. The steamy waters of her bathing pool having nothing on the intense passion she was feeling right as she hung on for dear life, arms and legs draped around her obliging ambassador while he fucked her deep and hard. Her ebony form pressed and rubbing against his tanned self as his hands grasped and squeezed her juicy asscheeks while he plunged his length and girth deep into the eager embrace of her pussy. What a cock it was of course as the two onlookers clenched and rubbed their warm, sticky thighs together, vividly recalling that shaft when they had laid eyes on it as did their queen who had gladly casted aside her pride in favour sating her Mighty Need to have it wreck her.

They'd never imagined or thought possible that an Earth man could be so well hung, it rather reminded them of General Marvin in a way and how it often seemed the smallest males of their species seemed to be the most well endowed. Reminding themselves to personally seek him out for a hands on comparison later as they continued to look on and feel so envious yet happy for their queen as she was taken to the peak of ecstasy over and over. The thrill and sensation of a well hung, virile bull of a man treating her just the way she desired like some kinky halfway between his own personal pleasure toy yet like a sex goddess all at once. His hands and mouth certainly not being idle as he groped and kissed her whenever possible while putting her body through a wealth and variety of postions, making her handmaidens' own arousal skyrocket as they could no longer resist playing with themselves.

Ty'rahnee:"Yes Yes YES!! More my king!! My Liege!! Claim me and my body in the name of your people and your planet!! Make my Martian woman be your personal breeding ground for your babies with your Earthman seed!! Make me never forget this pleasure!!"*The pornographic queen uttered such words with abandon, that is whenever she managed to form sentences and words in between her moans and cries of bliss. Currently being taken from behind as Krillin continued to pump and thrust his pelvis against her bubbly onyx skinned booty, her smooth toned stomach bulging from the reach of his length and girth as his heavy balls slapped her clit. Glowing pink hearts of lust evident in her eyes as her brain drowned in orgasm after orgasm from living out her inner most fantasies of a mighty hero of Earth claiming his as his personal trophy wife, a prize as proof of his superiority. How she loved it, more so that her devoted servant girls be here to witness and feel the weight of temptation wear away at them and make them desire to know such raw, primal sensations like she was right now.....*

Might be how and why things escalated the way they had as indeed the voyeuristic servant girls were no longer simply just watching, their naked ebony/onyx bombshell forms in the water with her and her studly ambassador. Servicing and languishing him and their lady with their skilled hands and their eager, secret mouths while they trembled at the momentum of bliss and ecstasy which assaulted their nerves ablaze in ways they never thought possible. That their queen would allow them to share and indulge in this moment with her was a dream they never considered having yet it was happening as the action was soon gone from the royal bathing chambers to their lady's personal bedroom. The apropos Queen sized mattress' springs creaking and shaking as Krillin was balls and knuckle deep in the welcoming embrace of Ty'rahnee and her handmaidens' pussies, driven to ensure peace between the planets Earth and Mars even if it meant he'd have to milk himself dry to do so.

So it went long into the day...and night...and the next day....and the net day....3 whole solid days later of "Negotiations" before the Galactic patrol received word that the Queen of Mars accepted the terms for a peace treaty. Signifying that the Red planet would incite no aggression or harm towards Earth or the rest of the solar system or the galaxy at large, much to their relief. Jaco of course was never in any doubt that Krillin's unique, particular set of skills would come through but damn if this was a new record compared to the results he'd gotten with the Gem world's Diamond authority. Sure Blue Diamond and quite a few gems were still making themselves nice and comfy on Earth like it was home....

Ty'rahnee of course had but one personal term and condition to add in that once a month, the Earthman would return to Mars and she in turn vice versa to Earth for regular "renewal" of the treaty. Much to Krillin's chagrin, the GP gladly obliged the Martian Queen who signified her delight by sending him a nude selfie with her and her handmaidens sending him some winks. Already missing him and looking forward to future visits which Krillin could already feel were going to bruise his hips and leave his balls feeling drained and numb. The things he had to do for World Peace sometimes.....

[allinthemagicshop]

Sunshine Through the Clouds

best friend!Felix x GN/Reader

wc: ~600

Just a short comfort drabble as I basically dump all my old work while I brainstorm new ideas

Warnings: use of pet names platonically (love, honey, bub)

I do not own Stray Kids or anything related to them, this is a complete work of fiction and is just for fun

Felix had been away on tour for the last two months and as time went on, it was harder and harder to stay in contact. Having been his best friend for the last eight years meant the only emotion you should have was pride at his success. Instead you felt sadness at what you were perceiving as the soon-to-be loss of your friendship. While he was out living his dream, you kept running into continuous problems that you just wanted to vent about to your best friend. It’s not that Felix wouldn’t have listened, it’s just that you didn’t want to sour his good mood. 

After a particularly bad day, you walked into your apartment, kicking off your shoes and throwing your bag in the corner. You made your way towards your couch and threw yourself on top of the blankets still piled up from your movie night the day before. Soaking in the silence as the blankets soaked up your frustrated tears, you ignored the rest of the world for a while, at least until the world stopped ignoring you. A rustling at your door pulled you up from the couch just in time to see the human embodiment of sunshine walking through your door. Felix immediately threw his arms around you and playfully called “Honey, I’m home!”

The tears that had long since dried up sprang back into action as happiness stood in your arms. You squeezed Felix tight as a surge of energy coursed its way through your bloodstream.He buried his head in your hair, a muffled “I missed you too, bub” falling past his lips. 

A few more quiet seconds passed before you broke apart. “I’m so proud of you, Lix. You looked and sounded amazing the whole tour.” He smiled at you as he grabbed your hand to lead you to the couch.

“I can’t wait to tell you all about it, but first I need you to tell me what’s been bothering you.” You blinked at him as you let him pull you down next to him. As he turns to face you, he offers you a blinding smile. You open and close your mouth a few times, searching for the words. Finally you mumbled “How could you even tell?”

He laughed for a bit before he shook his head. “You’ve been my best friend for years, love, I could sense something was wrong from across the globe.” You rolled your eyes before sighing. “I didn’t want to bring you down while riding the high from being on tour.” 

Felix reached out and took your hands in his. “Love, nothing you need to let out will ever bring me down. I only want to cheer you up.” You smiled at him and nodded a little. 

“Can I start by saying that I was nervous you’d forget your best friend while being a world star with thousands of others who love and adore you?” Felix brought one of your hands up and gave a quick kiss to the back of it. “I won’t ever forget you, you’ve done too many embarrassing things that I keep tucked away for when I need a laugh.” Scoffing, you pulled a hand out of his grasp and lightly hit his shoulder. “Glad to know you didn’t get too soft on me while you were away.” Both of you began laughing and you could already feel the tension slipping from your shoulders. You made eye contact one more time before launching into everything that had buried you in the clouds while your sunshine was off shining brightness around the world.

[chihoshisai]

A Desire to Live

Pairing : Snape x you / genre : angst, fluff, hurt-(no)comfort (depends on the chapter), (dark) comedy

summary : Everyone knows not to defy a Death Eater for murder is all that awaits them. You found yourself treating one in the intimacy of your home. Severus Snape, recently injured. Thankfully he let you live out of gratitude yet ironically, you couldn't help but to cling to someone who brought death and disaster on their path in order to ensure your survival.

A/N : This is only a part of chapter 1 which is around 3.1K words and I felt it was a bit too long to post on tumblr and didn't want to break it down into parts like my other fic. If this sneak peak interests you, you can continue reading here on ao3 !! There are a couple of chapters uploaded already. If you're waiting for a lonely flower amidst a garden update no you did not see this

word count : 1738

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You had just finished a good reading session. This is what you liked the most about living in the countryside, endless fields, nature and most importantly a well deserved suspension of the usual buzzing sound that came from cities and human interactions. Even if everything was far from you, the peace and quiet from your surroundings made up for it. As you held your book loosely by your side, you saw a figure covered in dark clothing limp in the distance, clutching their lower abdomen. You slowed down, now hesitantly putting one foot before the other. Thanks to Voldemort, the entire wizarding world lived in darkness, fear and chaos now overtaking every citizen. Being wary of anyone outside of family members and close friends was now the norm. The fact that you were adventuring outside was already dangerous. Except that you lived in such a recluse area that it never crossed your mind that danger would come, until you saw that black figure hobble in the direction opposite yours. 

The source of your worries collapsed on the ground. Rather than feeling relieved, you felt panic surge inside you. You rushed over the individual to see a puddle of  blood forming around the body. Long black hair, as dark as the robe he wore, the figure indicated that of a man. You kneeled before him, careful not to soil yourself in the pool of blood. 

“Are you alright?!” You raised your free hand towards him, as he groaned for an answer causing you to stop in your tracks. You could tell by the amount of blood spilling that it was only a matter of time before this man was at death’s door.

 “Damn it.” Forget about the dark times and being wary of strangers, there was a person about to die in front of you and if anything, enough of them had died already. With enough luck, this might just be an Auror and you could be rewarded handsomely if you saved his life. You carefully threw your book a few feets away from you, making a mental note to come back for it later whilst you grabbed the now unconscious man by the arms before disapparating so as to appear in front of your house. 

You struggled to open the door. In fact you struggled as you dragged him all the way to your room. Thankfully your little cottage only had one floor. With difficulty, you took off his robe and his shirt revealing the true nature of his wound and most importantly, the Death Eater mark on his arm. You backed away, an almost inaudible shriek escaping your lips. You stared at the man in pain with horror as you debated what the correct course of action was.   

“Lily…”  

The unexpected wailing brought you back to your senses. Having regained consciousness, you saw the eyes of the man fixated upon you, sweat dripping all over his face while his eyes reflected tenderness, seemingly at the thought of mistaking you for someone else. You remained motionless. Right, these people also have loved ones. And right now it seemed to you that your only chance of survival was to play it off as his while the misunderstanding lasted. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” He panted, and winced in pain, making you feel bad for him. Slightly. 

“I don’t think you should speak.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty by the second. Whatever happened to him, he probably deserved it being a Death Eater and all but still, seeing a man at death’s door in your room didn’t leave you indifferent. 

“I know. I simply wanted to tell you–” He coughed, spitting blood. You twitched at the sight of yet more gore sullying your neatly polished room. 

God no. It sounded like the last words of a man ready to die. “I told you not to speak. I won’t let you die.” You reluctantly said. Your mind had made a decision, but your body refused to cooperate. 

“I see. If it’s not too much trouble then, I’m in your care.” He gave you a smile that seemed to cost him all his energy, before he turned his gaze to the ceiling. 

You stood there for a while. It took a lot of willpower for your body to finally move. You knew you were heading to an early grave, yet you couldn’t find a way out of this. If you left him alone, his death would weigh on your mind for the rest of your life and if he lived well, at least you felt satisfied with the number  of books you had the chance to read.

As you exited the room, you wondered if his wand was in his robe you just took off or hidden somewhere in his pants. You shuddered at the thought. You fetched a bucket of water along with multiple towels, alcohol, bandages and painkillers. You steeled your nerves as you were about to reenter the room, ready to lay hands on one of the most wanted criminals. If anyone were to learn of your forthcoming actions, Azkaban would most likely be the outcome.  

You treated him with caution, thanks to your love for books, you had gathered knowledge on the matter. Yet, your hands remained uncertain and his simple movements were enough to make you whimper in fear. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to take notice of it.  

“Do you remember the day we first met?” 

Nope. 

You clutched the bandages tightly in your hands as you wrapped them around his wound, having helped him into a sitting position with much difficulty. “Yeah.” You made sure not to meet his gaze, and prayed he didn’t ask for the exact circumstances. Dammit, why couldn’t he just stay silent?

“I feel like I’m meeting you again for the first time. Weird isn’t it.” His voice sounded less painful thanks to your medical attention yet was still that of a wounded man. 

You gave a nervous laugh in response. What nonsense was this man saying? You wanted to run out of the room as quickly as possible. So you did.

“Alright, I’m done.” You helped him lay down before adding, “I’m gonna get these cleared out.” You grabbed the bucket and handful of other things you brought along with you. Walked to the door with such speed while saying just as quickly, “do call me if you need anything.” You shutted the door behind you knowing damn well he couldn’t properly call for you in the position he was in. 

“I’m doomed.” The thought of death didn’t scare you, hence why you merely sighed as you made your way to the bathroom, before taking in the full impact of the blood trail this individual had left on your floor whilst you dragged him around. Suddenly death by the hands of a Death Eater seemed like the least of your concern as you quickly grabbed all you needed to disinfect your cottage.      

Evening’s colors started creeping from the windows, soon announcing the dread and fear that nighttime now brought for everyone. This made you remember that one of those instigators of nightmares was now residing in your chamber. You grabbed a couple bandages on the way, thinking his might need a change. As you opened the door to your room, you found him in a sitting position. This will make things easier, you thought. Except that you noticed the gentle gaze he had before was now replaced by a dangerous glare. 

You stood in the doorframe. “Your bandages need to be changed.” You mechanically said. 

“Right.” He said in a manner just audible enough. “Do come over then.”

You carefully walked, taking notice of the wand that rested in his right hand, ready to attack at any given moment. You also noticed that his robe weren’t how you previously left them. So his wand was in his robe all this time. Nonetheless, you cursed yourself for not taking it back with you earlier. You consoled yourself by thinking that anyone gutsy enough who isn’t an Auror trying to defy a Death Eater is delusional. Better listen and execute their request than risk dying. 

You took care of him with steady hands, now more careful than ever not to hurt him. He remained silent, simply doing motions with his thumb on his wand, as a reminder. 

That you were at his mercy.

That you could die at any moment. 

“You’re a bad person aren’t you?” A stupid question to ask really, but the silence was making you suffocate. 

“It depends.” He said.

“On what?” Now you were starting to play with fire and you knew it.

“On you.” He gave you a glance and you instantly understood what he meant. He would let you go if you didn’t cross any line. What a relief. 

“Oh. But do tell me your name then.” You ignored the warning look he gave you. “I’m not going to sell you out or something. If I wanted to do so I would've done it by now rather than save you. I’d just like to know the name of the Death Eater I had the fortune to save.” You introduced yourself first, thinking it would make him more eager to tell his name. 

Yet, he remained silent as you finished treating his wound. He put his clothes back on with difficulty, refusing your help as you stepped away from him. You felt a sense of relief seeing that he was finally about to leave. He crossed the room to reach for the door. “You will speak of this to no one. Understand?” 

You nodded in approval. 

He gave you a last glance, just as he was about to close the door behind him. “The name’s Severus Snape.”  

Your knees gave up and you stumbled on the floor. Severus Snape huh? You certainly would remember him for the rest of your life. You felt your heart pumping in your head, despite the reassurance that your life was now free of danger, while also taking deep breaths so as to calm yourself. You distracted yourself by an intense cleanout of your room, refusing to sleep in the eventuality that he might come back to claim your life. This was the biggest incident to ever happen in your existence after the death of your parents, as you hoped it would be the last anomaly in your little country girl life. 

[dragonedged-if]

How will the ROs react if in relationship stage MC gave them very sappy nicknames?

I like how you think anon, let's see what nicknames will fit our RO's.

(Variel's POV)

"Don't call me like that ever again!" you growl but you try your best not to feel gushy at the pet name.

"Why, Precious?" MC purrs and walking close to you.

You narrow your eyes at MC, feeling a sense of irritation. "I don't like it," you grumble.

"Well, I think it fits you perfectly, considering you're a dragon!" MC chuckles, pulling you close.

"Great, stereotyping me? you meet MC's eyes sending shivers down your spine.

You resist the urge to blush, feeling a mixture of annoyance and attraction. You meet MC's eyes, and a shiver runs down your spine at the intensity of their gaze.

"Nope, just the truth," MC continues with a mischievous grin. "And besides, I can be your Treasure." They lean in close, their lips brushing against yours as they kiss you, sending a surge of desire through your body.

(Clara's POV)

You feel a pair of hands closing over your eyes, and you immediately recognize the playful voice.

"Guess who?" they ask with a teasing tone.

You giggle, knowing exactly who it is. "I feel offended that you think I could forget the voice that always moans out my name during bed." You reach up and remove their hands from your eyes.

MC steps in front of you, a smirk playing on their lips. "Now I'm offended, thinking that you're not doing the same with my name."

You gasp, feigning innocence. "Me? I have no recollection of such actions." You playfully close one eye.

"Oh really, Pudding?" MC responds, their eyes twinkling with mischief.

You laugh, but quickly protest, "Please don't call me that!"

"Why not?" MC continues with a grin. "You're sweet, affectionate, and not to mention energetic with all that sugar in your body!" They wiggle their eyebrows at you.

You groan playfully. "Fine, but if you have a nickname like that, I'll call you Honey Bun!" You chuckle.

MC leans in close, their gaze fixed on your lips. "Speaking about foods got me working up an appetite." They kiss you passionately, their lips locking with yours, leaving no doubt about their hunger and desire.

"Then let's have a feast in my bedroom!" you hold their hand and guide them into somewhere private.

(Lucas' POV)

As you practice your footwork and slash your sword through the air, sweat trickles down your body, clinging to the tunic you're wearing like a second skin.

A voice startles you, and you turn to see MC approaching you, moving in a way that highlights the curves and contours of their body under the sun. You can't help but chuckle at their comment.

"I don't know if you're training or teasing me," MC says, their voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"Maybe both," you reply, smirking at them.

MC walks closer to you, their movements oozing with sensuality, and you feel a familiar heat stir inside you. They come close, their breath tickling your ear as they speak.

"Well, can you train me?" they ask suggestively.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of training?" you inquire, playing along.

MC leans in closer, their lips brushing against your ear as they whisper, "I was thinking... perhaps swordplay." Their words ignite something inside you, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

"Ah, of course, the hands-on approach," you say with a wicked grin, unable to resist the pull of their proximity.

You yank them closer to you, the desire between you palpable.

MC's fingers gently caress your cheek, their voice soft and affectionate. "You know me too well, my Kitten," they coo, their touch sending shivers down your spine.

You chuckle at the nickname. "Kitten, huh?" you say, amused.

"What can I say?" MC grins, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "At first, you're feisty, but in bed, you won't stop purring."

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a surge of heat at their words. "Very well," you say, your tone sultry. "I think I shall call you... Treats."

MC touches your lips, their touch sending a thrill through you. "I think we should work on your nicknaming skills," they say teasingly.

"We can," you reply, your voice low and suggestive, "but I think we should focus on your special training first, when there's no one left around to disturb us."

"Lead the way, Kitten," MC says with a laugh, their eyes filled with anticipation. The air between you crackles with desire as you both share a knowing look, and you can't wait to indulge in the delicious training session that awaits you both.

(Lucian's POV)

You were lost in your own world, diligently writing and completely absorbed in your masterpiece. The words flowed from your pen with inspired fervor, until a familiar voice shattered your concentration.

"Whadya doing, Bunny?" MC teased, their voice filled with playful mischief.

Blushing, you lowered your head and continued to hide behind your paper. "Writing," you replied casually, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in your stomach caused by MC's presence.

MC approached you, stopping behind you. Their hands came to rest on your back, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but tremble at their touch, your body warming up in response.

"Not ignoring me, are you?" MC whispered into your ear, their breath tickling your skin.

"Nope, just busy," you stammered, feeling flustered and unable to meet their gaze.

"A shame," MC said softly, leaning closer. "I could really use a Cuddle Bunny right now."

"Cuddle Bunny?" You couldn't help but raise your head and sit up straight, laughing at the nickname MC had given you.

"Well, you're cute and somewhat fluffy, and you're always wearing white whenever I see you," MC reasoned with a playful grin.

You stood up, facing them. "Then I will call you my Passionate Husky!" you declared with a mischievous grin of your own.

"That sounds nice," MC said, leaning close and kissing you, igniting a spark of passion between you both.

[headcanonsforsale]

can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain.. - a chess husbands fic

originally posted on ao3 and also found on my other acc @im-glad-you-found-us-alison

Alerted by Alison crying out for Mike, Julian came forward to the scene, in case he was needed. (He still needed to prove against his moral bankruptcy) However, all offers to help escaped his thoughts as his brain was hijacked by Robin screaming and charging for Mike like he was leading himself into battle.

Thunder rumbled overhead as Alison continued to yell out to her husband. There wasn’t much he could do, except stand back with the rest of the ghosts and watch the caveman approach the tree. It was stupid really, everyone knows not to stand under a tree during a thunderstorm and-

Bloody Hell.

Lightning flashed, narrowly missing the tree, instead surging toward Robin, who stood there and harnessed the power like Zeus, letting out what could only be described as a deep battle cry. God, that was hot.

But that begged the question, when did Julian not find Robin hot?

Surely he didn’t, he couldn’t.

Yes, they were friends and he had grown appreciation for the other man but to think he was hot?

I mean, they were together all the time. Whether it was chess, sitting together on the couch, playing a practical joke on Mike or going to one of Pat’s clubs together, they seemed inseparable. Julian would sit and listen to his caveman talk about the stars for hours on end and it wouldn’t matter.

Wait.

His caveman?

Since when were they that close?

Since his first day as a ghost, he supposed. Not a day had gone by where he hadn’t thought of the other and maybe he’d been pushing some emotions down but who could blame him? He was Julian Fawcett, professional at bottling up his emotions. Point is, after thirty years of denial and stumbling on the edge of admitting it all, this new development was the last push he needed. But, words weren’t his thing. They never were when it came to this sort of thing.

That’s why, despite the insane situation, Julian found himself following in tow with Alison, running across the field.

It was like a scene in those dramatic, romance films where they run to each other and reunite in a hug after sorting through their miscommunication. Except, the characters were always drenched and shaking from the cold and well, the rain just passed through his person but the cliche was still there.

Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t being thoughtful about his actions, it was as if his body had been possessed (ironic considering he’s a ghost) and had decided to sprint to Robin. As he approached and he passed Alison and Mike, the very face he saw everyday became clearer, he stood with such pride and power, the smirk evident on his face as he gazed up at the rumbling clouds. How Julian wanted to kiss that smirk off that face.

And so he did.

However, movies are bullshit and no matter how much practice you get, first kisses always suck ass. It was quick. A weird mess of face grabbing, brief contact and an electric shock, leaving the politician on the ground in a state of pure confusion and embarrassment.

He looked up incredulously at Robin, not exactly how he dreamt of looking up at him but alas. Time seemed to freeze. Like he couldn’t move or speak. He had his fair share of those moments when he was alive, most having an involvement with hiding a woman in the closet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t used to that hole forming in his stomach.

But of course, time can’t actually freeze. If it did, it would’ve been hell of a lot useful right about now.

“Now, you see here-“

Any attempt at a justification was thrown out the window as a strike of lightning struck the gatehouse, sending it bursting into flames.

Oh, fuck.

At least he had an excuse to walk away. ————————— Luckily, Julian had managed to avoid Robin the rest of the evening, inserting himself in the middle of groups. They’d simply dance around the issue, they’d forget about it in a few days, so there was nothing left for him to do except wait it out.

That did mean no more chess, based on his previous actions that day, Julian couldn’t trust himself to sit in arm’s reach of the object of his affection. Affection? Affection. He knew himself and he knew he’d probably pull another stunt like he did in the rain and ruin the one thing he wasn’t supposed to.

So he went to bed early, up into his room, away from Robin and his stupid caveman face that had crept its way into every single thought he conjured. As he stared at the ceiling, he could’ve sworn his brain was etching the very image of the caveman into it. He was going mad and he couldn’t do any damn thing about it.

Well, he could. But did he want to? Questionable.

Then he heard heavy footsteps from down the hallway, padded by fur but strong, he recognised those all too well. It was clear he was coming to pay Julian a visit, and a very awkward conversation. So, to attempt to avoid any more thought and possible pain, the politician laid still and closed his eyes. Resting his hands on his chest, he tried to stabilise his breathing. However, that’s quite hard to do when he could feel Robin's brown eyes piercing into his figure. It’s also hard to keep a steady heart rate when he hears that low voice ring through the room, replaying in his mind.

“You not asleep, can tell. Get up.”

Don’t surrender early. One of the many rules of politics. Continue to fight. Don’t give up everything in the blink of an eye.

And he would’ve stood his ground and continued to ‘sleep’ but that proves a difficult task when a strong arm begins to shake him and push him to sit up like some kind of baby.

“What is it.?”

That’s when they lock eyes and Julian almost surrenders right then and there. Those weirdly enchanting blue eyes that he found himself drowning in sometimes. Fuck. He was starting to become like Thomas. It was all those romance movies Kitty forced them to watch. That was it, he was just under the influence of cheesy love stories, he couldn’t be.. like that. That wasn’t who Julian Fawcett MP (disgraced) was.

“You know what is.”

Robin’s arms crossed as he said that, it took all of the politician’s willpower not to stare as his muscles flexed.

He swallowed and let out a shaky scoff. “I think you’ll find I don’t know what you mean.”

The gaze those blue eyes held hardened, clearly not amused by Julian playing the oblivious card. The caveman took a step closer and looked up at the other man.

“You kiss me.”

He hadn’t expected Robin to come out and say it so suddenly. It felt like something that hadn’t happened, something so out of this world when said out loud. If someone told him when he was still alive that he would’ve kissed a caveman from ten thousand odd years ago, he would’ve laughed in your face and he’s done some weird things.

“Did I? I can’t seem to recall.”

He couldn’t stop adjusting his tie, a device to break the weirdly intimate eye contact. When did he start avoiding intimacy? He chased it so often in life that it led him to the grave. But that was quick love, hidden behind locked doors and scarfs over hickeys. This was something different. Something he wasn’t ready to admit.

“Julian.”

He couldn’t admit it but the way he said his name, his laugh, those eyes, those damn eyes were going to take him down.

“Don’t make me say it out loud.”

Once the words were said, there was no going back and he couldn’t admit it. He couldn’t. Those three words, those words haunted his dreams, how many times he said them to Margot like it was a chore, how many times he didn’t say them. This would be one of them.

“Why you so scared?”

God, when did Robin get so close? So close yet so far. He could hear his irritated breath.

“I’m- I’m not scared.”

A lie masked by a snicker. But that’s not good enough for a man as old as time.

“You in love with me.”

He said it so casually. Like it wasn’t the very truth Julian was running from.

“I-“

Actions speak better than words. Right? So who could blame him when he cupped the other man’s cheeks and pulled him in, letting out years of repression in a single movement. Lips moving together, one pair clearly more desperate than the other, legs buckling with a need he’d never experienced.

And then, it was over and he was faced with those eyes. Softer, but still awaiting a confession.

He was so fucked.

[yujo-nishimura]

"Told you so..." - Part 10

This is a private ongoing fic just for me and @lostfirefly

Since tumblr doesn't let me post it privately I need to share it publicly, but feel free to scroll through the content, since this is just for our own amusement. ;)

Warning: Buggy x fem OC smut, Minors, do not interact, this part is also not proof-read, I just wanted to get it out into the world quickly. ;)

As the sandstorm subsided, Buggy and Helga could finally see Crocodile and Yujo standing together on the other side of the staircase.

"Darling, look how close they are now. Are you sure they're not involved romantically?" Helga asked, her amusement sparked by the potential spicy twist this situation could take, momentarily diverting her attention from their escape.

"Cutie pie, I really don't care," Buggy replied nonchalantly. "I'm just glad we have Crocodile to shield us from harm. I only wish we could find a way out of here more swiftly..."

Yujo overheard their conversation and motioned for them to come closer. Her eyes shimmered with a hint of feverish excitement. Crocodile averted his gaze, seemingly indifferent to the discussion. The tension between these two was unbearable. 

The captain of the Aqua Pirates cleared her throat, her voice slightly shaky as she began to speak. "I believe we're wasting our energy down here. The guards will continue to send reinforcements until they overpower us. We need a better plan."

Helga nodded, acknowledging the reasonableness of the suggestion. "You're right, Yujo. Especially since their backup seems endless, while our powers are not."

"Well, I could easily leave without any of you," Crocodile retorted coldly. 

"Don't forget who saved you from prison, you damn sand snake!" Buggy snapped back, unable to tolerate Crocodile's disrespectful tone. The former warlord swiftly turned his gaze towards the pirate clown, ready for picking up a fight.

"Do you need a reminder of who holds the upper hand here, Pierrot?" Crocodile sneered, his eyes narrowing. "You and your little red-haired plaything haven't proven to be of much use, if I recall correctly."

Buggy's fists clenched, his anger surging, ready to retaliate with a barrage of attacks aimed at Crocodile's face. "You can call me whatever you want, but dare you to insult Helga," he seethed, his voice laced with a dangerous tone.

"Darling...!" Helga swiftly grabbed Buggy's fist, her gaze conveying a mix of caution and intimidation. "Please...!" she pleaded, understanding that they stood no chance against Crocodile, even if he were to continue insulting them.

"The plan!" Yujo interjected, attempting to steer the conversation back towards the matter at hand. "The plan would be to use our combined Devil Fruit powers to break through the ceiling. From there, we could attempt to either ride a sandstorm upwards or create a water fountain. The water option would likely be less dangerous to all of us, except for Crocodile...!"

Yujo's suggestion hung in the air, and Helga attentively listened, contemplating the potential course of action. Meanwhile, Buggy and Crocodile maintained an intense stare-down, their mutual hate palpable.

"I refuse to ride any sandstorm made up by this wannabe-warlord. He'd probably end up getting us killed!" Buggy snapped, crossing his arms defiantly in front of his chest to emphasize his disapproval.

"And I won't risk coming into contact with water, Missy. Unless you all want to meet your death while I'm rendered powerless," Crocodile added, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Helga and Yujo let out simultaneous sighs, realizing the difficulty of delegating tasks to these two stubborn men, especially in the face of imminent danger from the approaching guards.

"What if I create a fountain for the two of you, and then Crocodile and I follow using his powers?" Yujo proposed, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes as she presented her plan.

Buggy, who had slightly fewer trust issues with Yujo, nodded slowly but added a condition. "You need to ensure that you bring us to Level 1. Once water touches me, I won't be able to utilize my Devil Fruit powers."

"That's why I'll accompany you and provide protection, darling," Helga chimed in, a warm smile gracing her face as she tightly squeezed Buggy's hand.

Crocodile rolled his eyes once again and hissed at Yujo, his patience wearing thin. "Let's get this over with quickly. I'm tired of witnessing their lovey-dovey display right in front of us."

"Are you ready?" Yujo asked, her hands transforming into water as she prepared to shoot it up towards the ceiling. Everyone nodded in agreement, bracing themselves for what was to come. With a surge of power, Yujo unleashed a mighty water fountain against the building's ceiling, causing it to crumble and crack under the intense pressure.

"Careful!" she shouted, warning the others as wet stones and debris cascaded down from the impact. Buggy swiftly grabbed Helga, and together they evaded the falling rubble. Meanwhile, Crocodile transformed into sand, effortlessly avoiding any harm.

As the dust settled, signifying the end of the impact, it was evident that the powerful water attack had likely pierced through multiple levels, possibly reaching the 1st floor. Sensing the urgency, Yujo urged Buggy and Helga to take their turn.

"Make your way to the main entrance and try to secure a ship for our escape!" she quickly instructed, aware that time was of the essence. She emphasized the need to hold on tightly to each other.

Helga nodded, and Buggy firmly wrapped his arms around her waist, providing a stable grip. Without further delay, Yujo created another water fountain, this time less explosive but still forceful like a geyser. It propelled the two escapees upward, serving as a water elevator of remarkable speed.

Overwhelmed by the sudden impact, Helga couldn't help but let out a shriek, but Buggy held onto her tightly, refusing to let go as the powerful surge of water propelled them rapidly upstairs.

As Helga regained consciousness, she found herself lying next to Buggy, completely drenched and coughing, remnants of the water still lingering in her throat. Buggy, too, coughed as he regained consciousness after the powerful impact.

"Where are we?" Buggy inquired, his voice still laced with coughs, scanning his surroundings for any clues. The pirate clown slowly sat up, the water-soaked clothes clinging to his body, but otherwise unharmed. "This looks like Level 1... I think that little captain girl did a good job!" Helga exclaimed with joy as she stood up, taking in their surroundings. She vividly recalled the imposing iron bars that had greeted them when they were first brought into the prison, marking the beginning of their life sentence.

"Now all we need to do is wait!" she declared, turning to face Buggy with anticipation in her eyes.

"Shouldn't we try to get out and search for a ship?" Buggy suggested, gradually rising to his feet and wringing out his wet ponytail.

"I believe we should wait for them. Only Crocodile can transform this door into sand and dissolve it. We promised them a ship, but I've just realized how helpless we are without their damn powers," Helga explained, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.

"Right..." Buggy's expression suddenly transformed into a mischievous smile. With a surprising leap, he bounded towards his girlfriend and guided her between two stone pillars, concealing them in a dark corner of Level 1.

"What shall we do while we wait for them...?" he whispered gently into her ear, eliciting shivers of anticipation and excitement from Helga.

The vice captain blushed, rendered speechless, as Buggy began planting kisses along her still-damp neck. He pressed his hands gently against her hips, pushing her back against a cool stone wall.

"The whole adventure has me pent up...!" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "And seeing you in these wet clothes...!" He couldn't complete his sentence, overwhelmed by his longing to continue kissing and savoring her.

“Darling, they might come after us soon…!”, Helga uttered weakly, her voice lacking conviction. She knew that she was like butter in his hands when he started to kiss her. 

“Let them come, I can teach that damn Crocodile a lesson or two about how to treat a lady..!”, Buggy murmured and pressed himself against his girl, she eagerly leaned into his kisses, throwing her head back to give him easier access to her neck. 

The atmosphere crackled with heat and tension, as if an electric charge filled the air around them. The surge of adrenaline that had coursed through their veins during their daring escape now sought an outlet, an avenue for release. Helga let out a tiny moan as Buggy quickly pulled down her pants, knowing they didn’t have much time. He gently but firmly pressed his hands on her mouth, preventing her from being too noisy. 

“Apologies, sweet pie, just bear with me for a moment..!”, he hissed as he quickly entered her already wet folds. Helga never got tired of the feeling of how Buggy could completely fill her up. She could feel how his hard member twitched against her velvet folds. He immediately began pumping into her, panting while kissing her neck and her lips.

Helga tried to suppress her moans, but she felt too overwhelmed by the sensations caused by her own lust and his forceful movements. 

“Damn, baby, you take me so well..”, Buggy moaned into her ear, still pressing her against the wall, holding one of her legs up to pump into her relentlessly. 

Before Helga knew she was close to her climax, but Buggy was quicker. Chasing his own orgasm he started moving more sloppily, trying to hold the rhythm for her, but eventually came inside of her slick folds, filling her up groaning loudly. 

“Fuck, baby, I love you…!”, he leaned breathless against her shoulder, feeling her hot heartbeat against his chest. 

She smiled, gently stroking his blue hair as she whispered weakly: 

“I am not done yet. You owe me one later, when we got out of here…”  

[lighthousenewsnetwork]

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[starseedfxofficial]

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[atangledfate]

Gold was holding her head with both hands so many voices marching into her Telepathy range all at once was overwhelming. It was like 1000 people screaming at her all at once and trying to make sense of all of it. She almost looked like she was in physical pain from it. But she had to focus on Belle and try to pull her telepathic range back in, which was hard for her. She couldn't just turn it off either so it was something she'd learned to live with. Normally her cybernetics helped dull her power enough to manage but with them degrading it wasn't as effective as it once was.

" Nnn... just alot ... all at once, i don't know i keep seeing this symbol in my mind... "

She tried to explain but it was hard for anyone to understand what she was feeling right now. How much it kind of hurt her. She ended up leaning back against the wall and sliding down it as she had to take a few deep breaths to calm her mind.

" I'm ok... i just need to sit down--- Alot of people surrounding the base... to much interference... its like being in middle of a busy auditorium and being yelled at from every side..."

The Chief turned and got a cold bottle of water for Gold not sure what she was dealing with. But he could tell she was distressed and hoped the water might help. She did seem to smile but the Chief was worried. GUN had all but been radio silent for awhile, them showing up now? over this? his gut told him it was bad news. That this could easily spiral into a catastrophe if they got involved.

" I got a bad feeling about this one Belle... and why are they out there and not helpin' out? what a bunch of cowards! first they ditch us during the war... then no where to be seen during the outbreak and now this? i have half a mind to go out there and give them a piece of my mind..."

The chief could be quite the fire cracker when he got upset!

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Lanolin felt her com buzz again as she had just put Duo into the med bed and let the Doctor and his nurses take over. She turned around and headed outside the medical room and placed a hand to her ear and opened her com up. She could hear the Panic in Belle's voice and quickly started down the hall toward the elevator.

" I read you loud and clear Belle, i'm on my way! Tangle is safe, and Sonic and Surge are dealing with Mimic. Probably done by now, but i haven't heard anything from them. Either way, i'll deal with GUN... focus on your work... i trust you "

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Amy Wrapped her fingers about the stone, before she leaned in to hug Blaze tight! almost forgeting how strong she was! but gently pushed Blaze out to arms length. She had a very stern look in her eyes as she did worry about Blaze, and knew how slimy GUN could be. She didn't like her going it alone but knew this was the best course of action!

" Be careful... don't trust anything they say... i'll try to call Rouge and get her here to help you "

She promised as she turned on her heels and rushed past the guard, and down the field! while not super fast Amy was still quite fast, and quickly picked her phone up dialing Rouge's number. Calling shadow was pointless but Rouge usually answered her calls. Even if it was casual talk, they were close friends and she trusted the bat as much as anyone could trust rouge.

" Rouge! this is Amy--- I need to know why GUN is surrounding HQ!! "

Meanwhile the guard looked rather worried watching Amy run past but focused on Blaze. He realized his com was gone and panicked! but a voice from the com made him stop in his tracks! It was a rough gravely voice of an older man. The stern tone of a military leader and someone who was use to being in control of a situation.

" Greeting Highness, I am in charge of this operation... I Commander Lupus. I know miss Rose is quite upset with us but, with Mimic on site its impossible for us to know who is and is not a threat. So until Mimic is in custody i have to assume everyone is a threat... you understand "

"Don't worry, it's rather clever for trying to get people to safety and reduces the chance of them having to fight anyone and putting any civilian in danger. Besides, sight for us isn't a concern as there isn't much more I can do than trying to figure out a way to block the signal of these bombs." Belle supposed it'd be nice to see what was happening and make sure everyone was okay, though best to keep her focus on trying to stop these bombs.

"Though I am curious why you brought up GUN. Let me check something," Belle said, deciding to switching back to The Restoration camera's since no one could see what was actually going on the airship right now. The tinkerer shocked to see that GUN currently had the entire base surrounded. At least they weren't marching in, though why were they here? Did someone ask for some help? And why GUN of all people?

"Every time it seems things are startling to get better something else gets piled on. Just what is going on today?" Belle would once more contact Lanolin. "Lanolin, GUN is currently surrounding the base. Please tell me whatever was going on has been solved so someone can deal with them? I'm kinda busy here." The tinkerer then found the source of which the bombs received the signal to be in standby mode. This did allow her to switch back to airship security and see Clutch holding the detonator.

"Well, at least it seems he's distracted. If I have enough time I could hack into the detonator and block it's signal, for a time at least." Though if it had any traces of Eggtech in it would mean the firewall is strong. Hopefully the stranger and Eggman can keep him busy long enough so she could do that so they can get it away from the him. She felt like her processers were going to burst at one point.

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It was certainly rare to for Blaze to see Amy this heated so quickly, though with how well she knew the other it only proved to her that GUN must truly be a hassle to deal with if she felt the need to be this aggressive and threatening about it. Though the feline felt that threats were perhaps a bit much towards someone simply trying to do the job they were tasked to do.

"Amy, how about you go and give aid while I handle the diplomacy of things. After all, you are legally in The Restorations systems which means you have far more legal right to enter than I do." Blaze only stopped by once to help out, though didn't official go through the entire process of being put into The Restorations system. Hence they could stop her, though Amy was classified as a high solider which means they shouldn't be allow to stop her.

"This will help you up to that airship if you need it." Blaze would pull out a small red gem from her pocket, imbuing it with some of her flames. "You'll have to get pretty high up to use it to make it all the way up there, though the boost of these flames should be enough." The feline was sure Amy would put it to good use if she had to use it. Now she would turn her attention to the guard.

"Excuse me while I borrow this," Blaze said, swiftly taking the communication device from the guard at high speeds while they were standing up leaving them more than confused. The feline just mimicked what Amy did, have success in working the device. "Excuse me, this is Blaze, Princess of the Sol Empire and guardian of the Sol Emeralds. May I speak to whoever is in change of this operation?" The guardian was used to such diplomatic matters so hoped to have things resolved swiftly.

The guard would look at Amy, though just raised his hands and stepped to the side, clearly not willing to attempt to stop her after seeing that hammer.