#and when i tell you ascendency raised me i'm not fucking kidding

[crmsndragonwngss]

Matthew Heafy:

I started singing and screaming in Trivium around the year 2000 or so. When I first joined the already 2 week old local band Trivium, I was just the lead guitar player.

When our original singer left, after fruitless searches for a singer, Travis said to me: “you’re gonna be the singer now.”

For the next 15 or so years, I would sing and scream however I could - trying to discover my style and sound (which I felt quickly showed itself - only I didn’t have the proper technique down). The voice held till 2014 with this “technique” till I finally blew it out.

We discovered it was a combination of incorrect technique and not knowing how to warm up or train or practice. For the next 10 years, I trained under Ron Anderson, unlearning the bad habits and rigorously training 5-7 days a week, 1-4 hours a day to get the proper training.

About 2-3 months ago, under the encouragement of Ashley, Justin my manager, Paolo, Corey, and Alex - I started working back at trying to find a way to make the “old techniques” work sustainably under the training of the “new techniques”.

Well, it worked. After 26 years of singing and screaming, I can confidently say that I can sing and scream better than I ever have. The grit is tougher than the Shogun grit, the screams are more menacing than Ascendancy, the cleans more powerful and with range than ever.

I finally got to unleash quite a bit of it at our Metal And Honey show, and it felt so good.

👟: New Balance x Joe Fresh Goods Inside Voices from Impossible Kicks 🎸: Gibson SJ 100 📷: Black Card Films

(via Instagram)

[beanarie]

of course part 2

in which the 118 gets an eyeful of tommy and has the same reaction we've all been having. "oh, look at you. you're a mess." part 1 is here.

(tw: heart problems, hospitalization)

~

Tommy blinks back to life.

"Hey there." Howie's eyes widen as he raises his hands. "Now, Tommy. Be cool, okay? Find your zen." He frowns, letting his hands drop as an alarm sounds. "So much for that."

A strike team invades the room, armed with questions, instruments, and drugs. He waits them out, not asking until he and Howie are alone again. "Evan?"

"Is three floors down getting surgery on his shoulder. He's okay."

"Good." He can't tell if it's still hard to catch his breath, or if he's just stuck in the memory. "Good." He frowns at all the leads and monitors. This feels excessive.

"Your heart was basically in a Houdini trap, buddy. You're lucky you're still here."

"Luck shouldn't take all the credit." Tommy closes his eyes. "Was it you?"

"No, this time you have the 133 to thank for your continued existence."

Tommy hums gratefully. "No coming back from a double debt. Would've had to... steal a kid for you or something."

"In case it comes up in the future, Tommy, I'm doing just fine on the offspring front, okay? No new kids needed."

There's a shade of self satisfaction in Howie's laughter that seems out-sized for a father of one, but Tommy passes out before he can ask.

Hen is in the chair the next time he wakes. "It's quieter up here," she says, and he snorts. The cardiac unit sounds like a Fourth of July picnic at a smoke detector factory.

"Your Evan is being a bear," she concedes. "They just drained a hematoma in his hip and he's pissed they won't let him out of bed for a while. Eddie's busy sitting on him."

Not mine, Tommy doesn't say. Never was.

"I missed Eddie," he says, wistfully. He doesn't have it in him to lie right now, and that is a truth he doesn't think he'll lose anything for sharing.

Hen gives him a long, appraising look. "You fascinate me," she says. She's well aware of how terrifying she can be, but it's still embarrassing when the fucking alarm goes off again.

Right before Seal Team Six ascends, Hen reaches over and squeezes his hand.

[75screamingtoads]

Even more House characters as quotes me and my friends have said

Cuddy: That you're still alive should not be the bar

House: I can't stop thinking about the time I accidentally dyed my pubes blue

Wilson: That raises more questions

House: Just get scurvy like a cool kid

House: If you can't be nice be a bitch

Cameron; Courtroom justice says you're a slut

House: Gonna get dressed up to do drugs

Foreman: That's not garlic bread that's just fucking bread

Wilson: You, my friend, sound like a cult leader

Chase: At least we know he got laid before he died

House: Krissy the spazzo baby that almost microwaved herself

House: Is it a boy or a girl?

Cuddy: it's a fucking lemon

House: Why do so many people think i would drink piss

Wilson: Google probably thinks I'm trying to kill someone with an avocado

House: Not even 3 pairs of pants could protect me from that

Foreman: I am illegally blind

House: You done dying yet?

Patient: No

House: Well that's inconvenient

House: It's the fun trauma!

Cuddy: There is no fun trauma!

Chase: I don't discriminate

House: Well I do

Taub and Foreman when they got high together: I've ascended this is what squirrels feel

House: Oh no, better stay away from the druggity drugs

Cuddy: Or!!! For authenticity just bash your head up against a table!!!!

House: Google won't tell me why babies are ugly so I think I might just be a bitch

[atlantis-just-drowned]

hi!! i’m not sure what you’re okay with writing but if you’re comfortable with it could you do pluto x reader nsfw headcanons??

A/N : OMG you are my SAVIOUR Anon!! I've been desperate to share my NSFW headcanons of him but didn't really have an excuse lol- Anyway I hope you'll enjoy these!!

Pluto x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Please reblog this post to show support! Reblogs are what keep me going!

First things first I'm warning you

Pluto does fall in the 'desperate boys that will fuck if given the chance' category

I can't see it any other way

The Hormones™️ are deadly present but he's painfully a virgin

Like he spent most of his life surviving abuse and sex was definitely not a priority

(not to mention the crippling anxiety)

He barely ever interacted with anyone he found attractive

Let alone have any kind of relationship with them

So, virgin. Absolute virgin.

When you two will start getting more intimate he'll be so damn anxious about it because what if he messes up and you're disappointed?

He copes with it by telling himself he'll compensate the lack of experience by doing literally anything that'd please you

And he'll keep this promise, you can be sure of it

If you don't have any experience either you'll both figure things out together as you go

But if you do have experience he'd prefer you to take the lead

Like, very much prefer

(he a bottom we all know that)

Now on the topic of dos and don'ts

Do not. Put. Anything. Around his neck.

For obvious reasons I believe this would be one of his hard limits

So like no leather, collar, and certainly nO CHOKER

He will get a panic attack if you do

Or if you try to cHoKe hiM holy shit be gentle the traumas?????

More generally I believe he enjoys you being caring and gentle during sex??

He doesn't mind some slightly rough sessions here and there tho

It's a nice change from time to time

But you'll only learn about that after a while

Trust-building first you know?

If you don't believe him when he says he can handle it he's going to get disappointed

I mean he's not made of sugar, you know that right?

He survived way worst than some overstimulation seriously come on

And even if you do something that he doesn't like he can always tell you, he knows you'll respect his boundaries

Other than overstimulation I 100% believe Pluto likes being praised

When I say 100% I mean if he doesn't have a praise kink I'll explode

I mean look at this man please call him a good boy and I swear he'll faint and ascend to outer space

I also believe he likes whatever position where he can grab at you, like

Think about him holding you tight and scratching the skin of your back at a particularly hard move

Or grabbing at your arm or your head to keep himself from crumbling down?

Yes I absolutely believe in that

What can I say this man is touch starved after all

Speaking about that btw

He's incredibly touch-sensitive

Some areas more than others but basically he's just so easy to turn on with just a few light touches and teases

Those get him going more than anything

He's absolutely mortified about it tho

I mean come on why can't he just get a good grip on himself he's overly sensitive seriously???

(but he secretly loves it when you make him lose his mind this way)

He won't ever say it out loud but yeah

You know the truth

Man gets hard and despaired just from being held tight with your hand roaming on his skin under his clothes I'm not even kidding

Also

He's not extremely loud but he definitely makes noises

So brace yourself for a lot of breathless whispers, gasps, groans, moans and whimpers

The moment you'll lay your hands on him he's a mess and his thoughts go straight up from his dick to his mouth without stopping by his brain lmao

I'm thinking, little 'please's, 'thank you's, 'I love you's, your name, etc.

I also think he tends to swear a lot given that he's pretty much the one who swears the most in the Misfits???

Also, based on his experience of the world and everything

I think we can all agree to say Pluto was raised in a society where the ideal of virility was pretty tough and he didn't fit the mold at all

And I think maybe (just maybe) it made him feel very shameful about himself at some point

So like you'll have to help him unlearning shame even (and especially) concerning his sex life

And!!

It's pretty much a fact that he's smaller than average

So I'm a firm believer he has a complex over his size down there because he never got to compare

(don't call it unrealistic I know cis males do weird things and probably have dick contests or something but our boy isn't like that okay)

He, in fact, has a pretty average size for a man his age

He's just damn insecure lmao

You'll have to reassure him that there's nothing wrong or 'not enough' with him quite a few time before he actually believes you

[tarajenkins]

It's that time again

Time to make a massive post for my thoughts on the Lord Vauthry side of the new Encyclopaedia 3! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Spoiler alert: they aren't positive at all, lmao As it turns out, there is a convenient cover-our-ass disclaimer right off that this book is diegetic. The information in it is supposed to have been gleaned from the Scions. The Scions who, especially in the case of Eulmore's ~dark secrets~, would know jack shit about fuck all.

Admittedly, Hydaelyn should've known at least some of this through the death of her last Oracle, but for whatever reason it slipped her mind to tell us any of it in-game. Whoops!

Or maybe she was relying on that child to be the stopgap against the Rejoining happening too soon, like Selch. She could've at least given credit where it was due, if so. >:T

Twitter had a huge pearl-clutching shitfit the other day about that Oracle's death, which boiled down to "EW GROSS FATTY BEAT A CHILD TO DEATH OMG". The OP showed a screenshot of the page which mentions that Vauthry attacked the Oracle after having a nightmare that she would kill him. But they chose not to link the FIRST part for whatever reason, where it stated the Oracle in question had been fighting Sin Eaters alongside Ran'jit before Vauthry was even born. So unless this Oracle was an infant slayer of Sin Eaters, Vauthry was the child in that scenario--at age TWELVE. A twelve-year-old somehow defeated Hydaelyn's avatar, who was a skilled fighter trained by Ran'jit himself. (Ran'jit was a Master Assassin at five years old, btw. No, really.)

That said, the fanbase in that post naturally bought the OP's failure to math the way Estinien buys his hair ties: like suckers. Players were parroting the misinformation via solo posts and showing their entire ass on fatphobia in this character's tag all day. And, of course, where the fandom forgives and forgets the atrocities of almost every other character, people suddenly seemed very invested in making Vauthry enjoyers EXPLAIN THEMSELVES because this character did THIS.

When that was called out for the glaring hypocrisy, one poster replied it's just that "people are shocked at child abuse suddenly being mentioned and relevant."

Except child abuse has ALWAYS been mentioned and relevant in this game. It also applies to Vauthry himself. Emet-Selch essentially killed Vauthry before he was even born, dooming an infant to a life of madness and violence by fusing the baby with a Lightwarden. His father groomed him on lies for a power grab, Ascians further manipulated him in his madness to raise the Virtues, Ascend Gaia's parents, and who knows what else. What would you call that, if not abuse? Thank Emet-Selch for the previous Oracle being murdered. That wasn't going to happen with a 12-year-old who wasn't corrupted by a Lightwarden.

But, let's be real. All the derision of the character's weight during that Twitstorm made it extra obvious what makes him ~problematic~ to them. For their faves, it's "it's just fiction uwu" or the classic ~moral relativism~. For Vauthry, it's rabid foaming because it's clearly a Moral Failing to enjoy THAT character, and we who do must be harassed for it! Case in point, the Twitter OP even pulled out the old uwu ~at least I'm not a ~Vauthry shipper uwu" chestnut, I kid you not. At least, rabid foaming on behalf of vidya game children everywhere until I asked if it was finally time to discuss how many pixel children were murdered by the Rejoinings or Garlean occupation, for a start. Kids freezing in the Brume, etc. Kids made monsters by corrupting them in the womb. You know. A Tuesday. Crickets, then.

"I can't imagine Vauthry ever being a child", someone else posted.

They showed him as a baby in his mother's arms, in the Echo flashback. It's not hard. But I guess it's easier to dehumanize a fat character than it is to think a little.

If anyone else wants to be pissed at me saying all this as they were years ago, I really, really can't be arsed to care. It's rare NOT to see this character's fatness derided in just about any discussion of him. It sure was in his Twitter tags the other day. And, well. Every day. If you want to prove me wrong, though, confront that behavior when you see it, make shutting it down the norm, instead of whining how I'm "too rude" and so that invalidates my points somehow. No shit I'm rude when this "great community" has all the wit of bullies on a playground. Go tone police them instead, maybe.

ANYWAY

On the plus side, some of this new sorta-lore does seem to still back up some of my original in-game theories, but he was already twisted by the corruption from birth. There's no denying that anymore at least, no more hearing stuff from the fanbase like "uwu Emet-Selch gave him a GIFT, Vauthry just abused it uwu". (Who am I kidding, the last part will still happen.) Also, since the actual writers of this book don't stand behind anything written in it, I can still give him the happy ending in AUville that he should have had canonly. ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝ ♡

What the purpose of this book is when nothing in it is concrete, I have no idea. But if Square can't back off their unimaginative fatphobia, can they at LEAST make Eulmore make sense?

NOPE ( ᐛ )b

Vauthry's father was named Veronth Mudthane, and in this retcon they imply he took more than a minute to decide that allowing a rando to corrupt his baby without asking his wife first was a swell deal. "The Scions" should've at least known the Echo shown in-game just…completely refutes that. But this book also has a blurb for Anogg but shows a portrait of her brother Konogg, so I honestly have to wonder if "The Scions" even played this game.

Vauthry's mother, as per usual, is not given a name or otherwise addressed at all. Because reasons.

"A euphoric Veronth went on to spoil his offspring in extravagant fashion, showering this "new god" with adoration bordering on worship. Such treatment would warp any child's mind, and Vauthry was no exception: he grew up willful, wanton, and possessed of an awful temper."

No exceptions except: Alphinaud, Alisaie, Nanamo, the fandom darlings of Ishgard (arguably excluding Emmanellain but for some reason he always gets a free pass), Hildibrand, Sark Malark, I'm sure I am forgetting some but you get the idea! There's only one difference, I wonder what it could be--

reads book's description of Vauthry's "corpulent chest"

--ah, right. The shitty tropes barely disguised as storytelling. Double standards! It's not just for jackasses in the fanbase anymore! "The Scions" are trying to lay this on "spoiling", when the child was fused with a Lightwarden. Ask Titania how that went for them.

The book goes on to say Vauthry murdered both of his parents at age nine in a fit of temper. You read that right: age nine. With witnesses. Somehow. They go on to mention the witnesses may have been okay with it perhaps because of "a growing mastery over his Lightwarden powers of domination". You know, those powers of domination that didn't exist in-game when Alphinaud chastised the Eulmorans for willfully ignoring the plight of the rest of the world. Those powers of domination that, when they finally were exerted in-game, resulted in the Eulmorans staggering around like drunks, muttering and supremely useless.

In-game, Vauthry wasn't "dominating" anything until he sprouted meatwings and fled to Gulg. Otherwise, Tristol would never have been able to ask to leave? Alphinaud would've been affected, even if the WoL was shielded by the Blessing of Light. Kai-Shirr would have chopped his arm off gladly. The Eulmorans would be blameless for everything Alphinaud and the narrative blamed them for.

In any case, both in this book and in-game, the writers completely gutted their own narrative of Vauthry and/or Eulmore being symbolic of All Things Bad. It's pretty impressive. Vauthry was corrupted by a Lightwarden, like Titania; his mind and behavior were compromised by this from birth. And if he DID control the Eulmorans the whole time, then they had no free will, either.

The book claims Vauthry used Ascension as a cruel game and delighted in ~revealing the truth~ to his victims as they became Sin Eaters. But they never explained why there would be a need to hide any truth with this latest spin on the dumpster fire that is the Eulmore arc.

In-game, there were rules to even request Ascension of him, and it was limited to and at the discretion of the formerly rich free citizenry. Workers could be granted it, but only if their patron vouched for them. The free citizens apparently had to wait until they were at their natural end, as per the Warbler's patron. The random disappearance of so many people from the stagnant population of that tower over the years would cause a panic by any stretch of the imagination. Word would get out, because workers on the inside were shown to be able to visit loved ones in Gate Town. Only allowing Ascension at the natural end of life would cover all that part up, except Vauthry was only 29 years old. The opportunities for Ascension: The Game would've been about as often as Minfilias spawned in that one century. (Which, according to the game, was totally hundreds on hundreds of Minfilias!) Either way makes zero good sense. The convoluted lengths they went through for the sake of these cheap fatphobic tropes is staggering, I s2g.

Meol still doesn't make sense, either. They doubled down on the "fat character eats people" trope in the book, but tbh I've come to expect unoriginality from anything directed by Naoki "Diversity would be unrealistic in my giant magic summon fantasy game" Yoshida.

Sin Eaters are said to have been found in cages next to a butcher table sort of setup, even though in-game, Sin Eaters have no bones, blood, or meat. In fact, the sparklies they dissapate into upon death are rather important to the narrative, as that is what turns people into new Sin Eaters. Meol, you know, that dish which was still entirely optional, and so really contradictory to using it as some master plan to MC the populace.

TL;DR: This is what happens when you phone in lazy tropes instead of a story for a last-minute arc and call it a day. Imagine what we could've had if they'd done some actual thoughtful writing. Also TL;DR:

Mood, Your Lordship

[cherrythepuppet]

Hydroelectric Dam

TW: Gun violence, killing, general violennce

Stone and Dante: ZeddyZi

Sora (Bonus: Kip): @small-world-au

Gram and Scribble: Me

FALL

Dante and Gram on a mountain trail where They approach a sign welcoming them to Ramshackle City “Ramshackle city. Means we're close to outskirts, right?” Gram asked “Shouldn't be more than a few miles” Dante shrugged

“You ready to see your family?” Gram chuckled as they continue down the trail “I'm just ready to get there” Dante sighed “You nervous?” “I don't know what I'm feeling” The road washes out ahead

“So much for this road” Gram groaned “You just follow the river, it'll lead us straight to their place. C'mon” Dante replied while They drop down towards the river and follow it downstream “What happened between you three?” Gram questioned

“What do you mean?” Dante looked back “You, Sora, and Stone… you're not together, so clearly something went down” Gram said “Oh- We just had a bit of a disagreement, that's all” Dante told him

“Ah, here we go… so what was it about?” “Stone saw the world one way, I saw it the other”

“And that's why he joined the Fireflies?” Gram asked “Yeah, your friend Vinnie promised him hope. That kept him busy for a while, but just like Stone, he eventually quit that too” Dante muttered

“What about Sora?” “Well… Sora stuck with him through it all, I dont have anything against that” “How was it, the last time you saw them?”

“I believe Stone’s last words to me were, I don't ever want to see your goddamn face again” Dante said “Jeez. But he's gonna help us?” Gram replied “I suppose we're gonna find out” Dante shrugged

The pair come to a large hydroelectric power plant spanning the river “Whoa… what's that?” “That right there is a hydroelectric power plant” Dante explained “Wha… A… hydra who?” Gram blinked

“It, uh… it uses the river's movement and, uh, turns it into electricity” “How's it do that?” “Look, I know what it is, I don't know how it does it” They ascend a staircase leading to the dam, Dante turns a crank wheel that rotates half of a platform from out of the water

“Well, that gets us halfway. If we get the other one up-” Gram was cut off by Dante jumping into the water “Okay then” Dante dives underwater and frees a wooden pallet wedged in a submerged structure, bringing it to the surface

He goes to push the pallet to Gram “All right, Gram, I need you to-” “I know, step on the fucking pallet” Gram jumps on the pallet and Dante ferries him to the other side, Gram cranks the wheel, raising the other side of the platform, forming a bridge

Dante climbs out of the water and starts crossing it, He crosses as Gram waits on the other side then raises his hand for a high-five which Dante laughs at slightly and gives Gram a high-five

They climb their way up to the outer walls of the power plan “Aughh, I'm so hungry” Gram groaned “I know, I am too” Dante sighed “All right, next squirrel I see, I'm totally shooting it” Gram said

“Let's get past this place, then we can scrounge up some food” Dante chuckled “Well, if I starve, you're responsible” Gram joked while They reach the main entrance to the plant but They notice the road leading out is blocked by a big gate

“Uh… should we head in?” Gram asked “Ah, ain't no way around. Gonna have to cut through the plant” Dante goes to open the entrance but as He attempts to nudge open the gates when suddenly, armed guards atop the dam's walls aim their weapons down at Dante and Gram

“Don't even think about reaching for your weapon!” A young woman exclaimed while Gram draws his pistol “Tell the kid to drop theirs. Now!” She demanded “Gram, do as the lady says” Dante said

Gram slowly put his pistol on the ground then raised his hands “Please tell me you're lost” The woman grumbled “We didn't know the place was occupied. We're just trying to make our way through” Dante explained

“Through to where?” The woman asked before being cut off “They're all right” A voice said opening the gate “Wha- you know these people?” the woman asked “I know him” The voice stepped out of the gate

“He's my step-father”

“Sora?” Dante asked and Sora quickly hugged Dante “How you doin', kiddo?” Dante asked as the woman and another person walk out of the gate “Let me look at you” Dante Pulls away and looks at the second person “You got fucking old” Stone laughed

“Easy- it's gonna happen to you too” Dante replied as the woman walks beside Stone and Sora, still holding her rifle “This is Scribble, She guards the gate” Stone said “Ma'am. Thanks for not blowing my head off” Dante joked

“Would've been embarrassing, considering you're basically my grandpa” the woman, Scribble, scoffed as Dante paused looking over to Sora and Stone “We found when she was eleven” Stone explained

Sora looked over to Gram and smiled “Gram, right?” He asked and Gram nodded “What brings you through here?” Sora replied “Uh… it's kind of a long story” Gram mumbled “Why don't we bring 'em inside?” Stone suggested

“Yeah. You hungry?” Sora looked back over to Gram “Starving” Gram said, Sora leads them into the dam as Stone closes the gate behind them while Inside, Scribble gestures to the other guards to lower their weapons

“False alarm. They're friendlies!” Scribble called out “We've been dealing with raids. A lot of bandits in this area” She added looking over to Dante and putting her rifle on her back “It's been quiet for a few days” Stone shrugged

“What the hell are you doin' here? I thought I'd find you in the outskirts” Dante asked “Been trying to bring the plant back to life, We had it working before, but one of the turbines went south” Stone explained

“We have electricity, Dante… Well- had but We'll get it running again” Sora smiled, Sora opens a door and leads them into the building before a voice was heard over Sora’s radio “Yeah, go ahead” Sora said

“We're in the control room. Steve's about to start it back up. Do you wanna come check it out?”

Sora looked over to Stone “I'd rather eat with Gram” He mumbled and Stone nodded “It's my turn anyway. I'll go” Stone replied “I'll come with you” Dante added then turned to Gram “Go with Sora and put some food in you” He added

Gram hesitated but nodded “C'mon, Gram. Let's give the boys some space” Sora and Gram begin walking away and Sora says over his radio “I'm sending Stone over. Stand by” “Ill watch the gate” Scribble cleared her throat

“Keep your radio on” Stone told her “Dad! I know!” Scribble groaned while Stone leads Dante away into another room, a respite area with bunk beds “Uh… I got something for you. Last year I went back to the bar, Most of your stuff was long gone. Most of it”

Stone went over to a bag on a crate and then pulled out an old faded photo and handed it to Dante whos eyes went wide seeing a photo of him and Cinnamon when he first adopted her “It's a little faded but it still looks pretty good” Stone muttered

Dante stared at it and shook his head handing it back while avoiding looking at the photo “I'm good…” He grumbled “You sure? I mean-” “I said I'm good” Stone nodded and put the photo away

“Stone, I… I need to talk to you. Privately” Dante sighed “Yeah, okay. Let me just check on my guys real quick” Stone said leading Dante up a set of stairs and back outside, now at the top of the dam

They walk to the control room and Outside of the dam's control room lies a dog, Kip, chewing on a tennis ball and Dante bends down to pet him “Hey, buddy” Dante chuckled “That's Kip. Not much of a guard dog, but he's good to have around” Stone smiled

Dante stops petting Kip and the two enter the control room, where two workers are looking over schematics for the turbine while Another sits at the control panel “These two geniuses are gonna bring this plant back to life”

“We think we got it this time” “You don't believe us? I bet you a million bucks it works” “Sure. Make it two” “Ah, we're almost ready. They just need to finish putting the shield back on” “No rush”

Dante and Stone walk into the generator room and look on as a group of workers begin to place the shield back on to the turbine

“To the left! Watch it!” “Okay, that's good. Lower it. Slowly!” “All right… that's good” “Stone's here. We good to go?” “Gimme… one second…. Okay, good to go!” “You ready?” “Go ahead. Hit it” “Here we go”

The turbine starts turning and the electricity comes back on before Sounds of applause and cheering erupt in the room “Somebody get on the horn and give Sora the good news” Stone exclaimed

Stone then turned to Dante “All right, Dante. Let's go talk” He said as The two enter an office on the other side of the room, Dante shuts the door behind them as Stone stares outside from the window

“That's quite the crew you got there” Dante mumbled “They're good men. This place gives them a second chance. It gives us all a second chance… So why'd you leave the Zone?” Stone got straight to the point

“I've been on quite the adventure, Stone” Dante replied leaning against the wall while Stone turned around “I reckon it's got something to do with that boy” Stone replied “Oh, it's got everything to do with that boy” Dante said

“Well, go on then…”

Dante leaned forward and sighed “He's immune” He told Stone who was confused for a second “Immune to what?” Stone paused then laughed “Oh, c'mon” He chuckled “I've seen him breathe enough spores to take down a dozen men and nothing. I wouldn't have believed it neither, but I can show you” Dante shrugged

“I'll bite. Why bring him here?” Stone asked “I was supposed to deliver him to the Fireflies… The way I figure they're your old frineds, you finish the job, you collect the whole damn payment” Dante suggested

Stone tensed up “I haven't seen a Firefly in years” He muttered “But you know where they are. Now I'm not asking for much, Stone” Dante sighed “What makes you think I'd do this for you?” Stone scoffed

“This isn't for me, Stone. This is for your damn cause” “My cause is my family now. You ain't talking about some walk in the park here” “Jesus, boy… Have Sora get some of your friends to do it” “They got families too”

“Stone, I need this” Dante sighed “You want some gear? Sure. But I ain't taking that boy off your hands” Stone told him “This is how you gonna repay me, huh?” Dante grumbled “Repay you?” Stone glared

“For all those goddamn years I took care of us” Dante replied “Took care? That's what you call it? Sora’s got nothing but nightmares from those years!” Stone exclaimed “You two survived because of me!” Dante shouted

“It wasn't worth it” Stone said pushing past Dante to the door but Dante grabbed his arm to stop him “I bring you the cure for mankind and you wanna act like that?” Dante muttered as Stone sntached his arm away

“We ain't back in the Zone. You lay your hands on me again, it won't end well for you” Stone warned while Dante scowls when suddenly, the dam's alarm goes off in the background “What the hell is that?” Dante asked

“We're under attack!” Stone told him grabbing his rifle and glancing out the window “You still remember how to kill, right?” Stone addded exiting the room with Dante following, They rush out into the heat of combat as workers shoot at oncoming bandits

The brothers, along with the dam workers, clear out the bandits in the generator room then They push up to the control room and kill the last bandit in the area, The group begin running towards the bridge just as Sora radios in

“Stone! Bandits, they're breaking into the building!” Sora yelled over the radio “Can you get out of there?!” Stone asked “No, we're trapped” Sora replied “We're gonna come to you, just stay-” Stone was cut off

“They're here. Gram, hide!” Sora exclaimed “Sora?!” Stone yelled but the signal cut out while They arrive to the bridge, where another group of bandits come rushing out from the other side. As Stone's group advances on the bridge, more dam workers show up to assist

They eliminate all of the bandits on the bridge “We gotta get to the boys!” Stone said running into the main building, taking up positions on the upper level. Below them are several bandits raiding the cafeteria

Sora and Gram are held up behind the kitchen inside, defending themselves and Dante quickly shot the remaining bandits then ran into the kitchen “Stone?” Sora called out “Sora!” Stone sighed out relief

“I'm all right! The kid's with me!” Sora replied coming out from behind the kitchen, Stone runs to him while Dante races to Gram “Gram!” Dante exclaimed “Dante. Oh, man… They were coming in from every direction!” Gram said

“Then Sora was like, We gotta run! And so we dove over these tables and this huge guy blasts in with his shotgun-” “Slow down, slow down, slow down. Listen-” “And then-” “Hey, hey, are you hurt?”

Gram shook his head and Dante chuckled slightly, Stone looked overr to the two of them then back at Sora “I need to talk to you…” He mumbled

-

“Absolutely not. You tell him to go find somebody else” “Sora, I can't have this hanging over my head” “Do you have any idea how many men we lost here today?” while Sora and Stone argued, Gram walked up to Dante

“Does that have anything to do with me?” Gram asked “We'll talk about it later” Dante muttered “Did he tell you where the lab is?” “We'll talk about it later” Later… Right” Gram scoffed turning around and storming off

ante goes to say his name, but refrains “It takes one. One fuck up! One fuck up and then I turn into one of those widows. Okay?” Sora shouted “I have to do this. I don't know what else to say” Stone sighed

Sora shook his head then turned to Dante “If anything- anything- at all happens to him. It's on you!” Sora told Dante who nodded before Sora storms off in the opposite direction “I'll take that boy of yours to the Fireflies. You don't have to worry about it” Stone said

“It's best this way…” Dante sighed “Well, maybe some real good will come of this-” Stone was cut off “I need to talk to Gram” Dante muttered, Suddenly Stone’s radio chimes in and Stone listens in

Dante looked away and Stone groaned “That boy of yours, He took one of our horses and rode off” Stone grumbled “Damn it. Which way?” Dante asked “C’mon… Let’s go find out” Stone replied…

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[humanityinahandbag]

@jaybren No problem, my good dude

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Eddie was going to die.

He was going to die right here, on this bed, in Steve Harrington's room.

He was going to die on the bed in Steve Harrington's room while Steve Harrington rummaged around inside of his closet.

See, here's the thing. The thing was.

The thing was that Steve had taken him upstairs. Just grabbed him by the wrist and told the kids that they'd be right back before walking him oh so calmly towards his bedroom.

Eddie didn't even get ask what they were doing before Steve was sandwiching his face between two large hands and kissing him.

Steve backed them up (still very much attached at the lips) until the backs of Eddie's knees hit the bed and he stumbled to sit.

And then, like it was just another Tuesday, Steve stepped, put his hands on his hips, and said, "alright so here's the deal."

Which was why Eddie was where he was now.

Dying.

"Alright. Here's the deal." Steve stood in front of the bed, hands on his hips. "I feel like we're just wasting time dancing around each other and we should just, yunno. Hop to it!"

Eddie stared.

"And I was gonna do this the right way. Take you out in the car. Really lay out the Harrington Charm and give you the whole experience. Because listen. And don't be upset. But I talked to Wayne about this, wanted to get an idea about what kind of flowers you liked, and he said that you've had a crush on me since High School. Which is, like, super sweet. So I figured you'd want the high school Harrington experience."

Eddie stared. He couldn't breathe. He was pretty sure his jaw was on the ground.

Not that Steve at all minded. "And I'm just gonna leave it all out on the court, Munson. I know you don't like labels, and I respect it. But I do like them. I like labels a lot. So we're gonna need to workshop some after this. Sound good?"

Eddie stared. When Steve raised an eyebrow he managed a little, "uh huh?"

Steve beamed. "Sweet!" And then he held up his hand. "Up top!"

Eddie's hand practically moved on its own, too confused to do anything else but tap his palm to Steve's.

"Oh!" Steve snapped his fingers. "That reminds me." He scurried over to his closet and took out a few jerseys, holding them out in front of himself. "Robin says I'm the most honest person about love stuff, which is true. So I'm gonna be honest with you right now. That shot you made? With the paper?" He shook his head, still beaming. "Hot, Munson. Very, very hot. And that got me thinking. You know what would be hotter? If I took him upstairs and put him into one of my old jerseys and give him a good first time."

Eddie made a sound in the back of his throat. Maybe the bats had killed him? Maybe he was actually dead this whole time and he'd ascended? He'd never believed in heaven, but this was cutting it real fucking close. Exceeding it, actually.

He finally managed a full, shaky breath. "Um... Harrington? Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"What, uh. What's happening?"

"Oh! Um. Well. We'd been flirting for a while, so I thought maybe I'd, yunno. Actually make a move?" His face fell. "Oh God, am I moving too fast? I always move too fast. Robin tells me I fall for people faster than the speed of... light? Sound? Whatever. I fall fast and-"

"Steve." Steve stopped talking. Eddie swallowed. His face must have been pink now. His fingers were clutching at the bedspread. He kind of wanted to cry. Might have already been crying, actually? Which. Was not cool. At all.

"Steve," he tried again. "I didn't even know you... you liked..." He floundered.

It took him a moment, but the understanding eventually cast a shadow across Steve and he took a step back. "You didn't... oh." He swallowed. "Shit. I'm sorry. If you want to just forget this-"

"I absolutely do not." Eddie was off the bed almost too quickly, and he steadied himself before grabbing Steve's arms. "Steven Harrington. I have been staring at you. For years. I just- I didn't think you'd look at. Yunno."

The light crept back into Steve's eyes, until his whole face could have lit up the dusk outside. "I'm looking at you right now, Munson." He leaned close and kissed the tip of Eddie's nose.

Eddie knew he was blushing.

Whatever. Blushing was metal, probably.

"Listen." Steve stepped back. "We can take it slow, I'm fine with that. We can just go on a few dates first and-"

Eddie's arm shot out, nabbing one of the jerseys out of Steve's hand. He held it in front of himself. And then, just because he could, he grabbed the other jersey, balled it up, and tossed it into Steve's laundry hamper. It landed oh so perfectly inside.

Steve grinned. There was something soft and sharp about it all at once, and Eddie tried to memorize it, store it away, etch it into his ribs.

"I'll grab stuff." Steve gave him a soft push, tugging gently on the curls that had fallen just in front of his face. "You get that on, Mister Three Pointer."

"Go team," squeaked Eddie and jumped onto the bed.

Story where Eddie spends weeks pining after Steve, mourning the loss of something that he can't have, becoming the physical manifestation of Gay Longing™.

To be clear; Steve is blatantly flirting with Eddie but getting zero traction because Eddie is essentially spending all of his time sighing out the window like a goddamn tragic hero because he'll never love me the way I love him.

And Steve can be patient. He can take his time. He can woo very softly and gently and wants to do this right without scaring Eddie off.

Until, after a frustratingly long D&D planning session, Steve watches from the couch between a fighting Dustin and Lucas, as Eddie tears out paper and balls it up before tossing it into a trashcan in what can only be described as a glorious nerdified three pointer.

And that would be the tipping point.

Because Steve Harrington is a goner for pathetic, half feral nerds.

But a pathetic, half feral nerd with a good arm?

Forget about it.

(Also, to be clear, Steve would use this moment to politely explain to a blue-screened Eddie that he'd very much like to ravish him while Eddie wears Steve's basketball jersey, pretty please.)

[yurigalactica]

6,9,16,19,32,51,69,70 sorry for doing a bunch again but I rotate you in my head so it's super cool to be able to just. Ask things about you yanno. U don't have to answer any that make u uncomfortable ofc, but yea :)

don't worry jinx you're all good!! i love sitting down and word vomiting into tumblr it's very fun!! kicking my feet and giggling type beat yknow? 6. How do you want to die?

to be honest, the concept of death scares me to death (ehehehe you see what i did there???) and so i hope that whenever the time comes, it's peaceful. and i hope by that time i feel content with the outcome of my life and feel like i've lived it to the fullest.

9. Do you bite your nails?

nope!

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

to be honest? i'm fucking starving. i desperately need cheez its you dont understand how dire the situation is /j

19. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

yet another one i think about a lot. if you asked me this question a year ago, i would have done it in a heartbeat, because back in my sophomore year of high school (coming back from quarantine) i developed really bad anxiety and coped by essentially shutting everything and everyone out. and after i came out of that experience i was so ashamed and embarrassed for so long that it left me sitting for hours in my room stewing in a sea of dread so thick that i could hardly swim. though now that i'm several years removed from that point in my life, i don't think i would go back in time. because even though i still wish i did things differently back then, i don't see it as a point of shame anymore, but rather just a thing that happened. a thing that i learned from. a thing that helped me grow.

32. What is your favourite color?

my favorite color has been purple ever since i was a little kid! though as i've grown up i've really come to love green as well :D

51. Favourite food?

i always have SUCH a hard time answering this question, so i'm gonna give a couple answers. for the first one i need to provide some context: a family friend of mine was born and raised in japan, and every couple of months she spends an entire day making authentic gyoza (think: potstickers) from scratch, and then invites my family over. and ohohoho, let me tell you, my entire family is in the car ready to go IMMEDIATELY when we get invited to those dinner parties. she is genuinely so talented and they turn out absolutely divine every time. genuinely a religious experience eating those

and another one of my favorite foods has gotta be acai bowls (i cant do the accent thingy i'm typing on my laptop rn i'm so sorry). i just discovered the magic and wonder of a fully-loaded, banger-ass acai bowl two months ago when i went on vacation. my family all went to the beach together and after a while we decided to head back to our hotel, and on the way there we happened upon a tiny little stand restaurant that sold wraps and salads and stuff that had the ingredients gathered from the farm down the street. so i got a wrap (and damn, that wrap was good, but that's not the point here). after i finished my wrap my mom went back and bought one of the acai bowls they had. not expecting anything special, i took a bite. and holy. fucking. shit. in that moment i ascended and knew that i had been blessed by apollo himself. that was a defining moment in my life. a core memory. a canon event, if you will. ever since then i have never hesitated to grab a nice cold acai bowl and load it up with granola, coconut flakes, chocolate chips, fresh fruit, dried goji berries and honey. it's so good. holy shit you have to try it.

oh and i like pasta too

69. Do you believe in soulmates?

i think i do. i used to think about soulmates a lot actually, and imagined that whenever i was staring up at the moon outside my bedroom window every night and wondering who my soulmate was the guy of my dreams would be doing the same thing wherever he was. but since then i've come to the realization that i'm not straight, and somewhere along the line i guess i just stopped imagining the soulmate scenario. i've never been in a relationship before, or even come close to being in one. but i'm moving to a new city next month, living on my own for the first time. maybe i'll finally find them there. fingers crossed

70. Is there anyone you would die for?

my little brother and sister, without hesitation. they're annoying, they piss me off constantly, and there's never a moment where we aren't arguing about something--but they're both genuinely two of my best friends. they're both several years younger than me, so i have seen the entirety of their lives. i've watched them grow up and seen them reach milestones that i remember reaching myself. i remember the little chubby-cheeked nugget phase that only exists in old photographs, and i remember the gradual change that brought them to where they are now: teenagers, learning more and more about themselves and the things they love. my little sister who grew up enraptured by frozen now loves my hero academia and has just started reading fanfiction, and i'm there to listen to her ramble about her favorite ones. my little brother who used to lie on the floor playing with hotwheels all day is now DMing his very own DND campaign in a sprawling universe that his friends built slowly over the course of three years. they've both come so far and i can't even begin to express how proud i am of them. i would genuinely take a bullet for them. but don't tell them i said any of this or else they will tease me to the ends of the earth.

[ask-the-riders]

Like Father, Like Daughter

Killer invites himself into Nyx’s castle, which would be his first mistake. His second mistake is demanding answers from her. The third mistake is when he threatens her kingdom’s people

He learns very quickly that she can be just as bitter as Nightmare, given the right circumstances, and for the first time in quite a while, she leaves him genuinely terrified

((Slight warning here for some mature subjects being mentioned and death threats, but that’s about it))

Nyx couldn't believe what she was seeing right now.

The bastard knew he wasn't allowed inside her castle, but it seemed that he didn't care. He'd invited himself in, acting like he owned the place, and then he had the audacity to approach her in the throne room. He stared at her with those empty sockets she'd grown to hate, visibly pleased with himself for causing a disturbance and finding her so easily.

Nyx remained where she sat, her violet and grey eye lights locked on him. She scowled, narrowing her sockets and snapping, "Just what in the hell are you doing here, Killer? Did you forget about the rule my father and I set in place for you?" He shook his head, completely casual as he hummed in acknowledgment, "Nah, I didn't forget." Her tone gained a bitter edge as she hissed, "Then why are you here? Last time I checked, I never called for you." He hummed again, drawing closer to her despite her piercing glare, "Well, I thought I'd drop in for a visit. After all, it's been a while since I've seen ya, Nyxie. I was even starting to miss you."

The princess scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, "Right, I really believe that." He grew closer to her throne and she held a hand up, the silent command registering in his scattered mind. He stopped at the bottom of the steps that led up to her seat and tilted his head, arching a brow bone and grinning slightly to himself, "What's the matter, princess? You know I don't bite... Well, not unless you want me to." Nyx felt her cheekbones heat up the slightest bit and she shot a look of disgust his way, "It's nothing. I just don't want you anywhere near me. If you have any respect for my wishes, you'll leave."

Killer let out a deep sigh, "After all the time we spent together, you still don't know me at all, do you?" As he began to ascend the steps and slowly closed the distance between the two of them, Nyx curled her hands into fists, "Killer, what the fuck do you think you're doing? What part of 'stay the hell away from me' didn't you get?" The male skeleton chuckled in amusement, now almost directly in front of her, "Oh, will you stop it already? You act like I'm gonna hurt you or somethin'." She narrowed her eyes at him again, raising her voice a bit, "How am I supposed to act, then? After you cheated on me with nearly all of your teammates, got 406 pregnant, and then slept with my FATHER?! You're an idiot if you think I actually WANT to see you."

He hummed in consideration, "Well for starters, you could be a little less hostile." Nyx hissed at him, her words laced with venom as she spoke, "Fuck. You." Killer leaned down, his hands gripping the armrests of her throne, "Hmm... That could be arranged, y'know. All you gotta do is ask nicely." Nyx leaned as far back in her seat as possible, trying to keep distance between them as she spat, "You're the most disgusting, ignorant, self-centered man I've ever met." He snorted, clearly amused by her response, "I'll take that as a 'no' then... That's a damn shame." As he began moving even closer to her, she placed a hand over his face and pushed him back, "Tell me why you're here, that way I can get rid of you faster."

A single ringed eye light flickered to life in his left socket and he hummed, grabbing her wrist and peeling her hand away from his face, "It's about my kid... I want you to tell me where they are." Nyx stared at him in disbelief for a moment, yanking her wrist out of his grip, "First of all, they're not YOUR kid. Second, why would I ever tell you their whereabouts? That information is not yours to possess, and because you've been deemed a threat to them by their mother, you're never to see them. Not EVER." Killer rolled his eye light and groaned, "Oh, come on, I can't believe Glitchy would say I'm a danger to our kid like that."

Nyx's stare hardened, "406 had a hand in that decision, yes, but that's not who I was referring to." He arched a brow bone in interest, "I see... So they've been adopted out then. Guess I'll just have to start killing off your people until you tell me who they were sent to." The princess's eyes widened the smallest bit in shock at the threat, "You wouldn't DARE." Killer made a sound in confirmation, firmly gripping her jaw and forcing her to maintain eye contact with him, "Oh, believe me, I would. No one needs to die, though... Just tell me who took my kid in, and I'll be on my way." She was silent for a few seconds before she glowered, her eye lights slowly shifting from violet and grey to a vibrant cyan, "I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request."

Killer paused, noticing immediately as her eye lights changed colors. That was new, and he wasn't sure what it meant. He opened his mouth to respond, intent on pushing her until she was forced to comply, but he was interrupted, his body tensing as each of the doors around the throne room slammed shut. There was a loud 'click' signifying that they'd all locked, and he looked around, unsure what was going on. In front of each door was a silhouette, and he took a moment to piece together their identities; The first one had a trident, so it was most definitely Kali. The second silhouette was noticeably smaller, and the only feature he could make out were two glowing, yellow eyes. Judging by the height, that one must've been the imp she'd oh-so-kindly taken in.

The third silhouette was one he didn't recognize. Its height and blocky shape suggested it belonged to a man, and there was the unmistakable shape of a knife in one of its hands. The silhouette in front of the fourth door was featureless and humanoid, and Killer furrowed his brow bones. Nyx continued to stare at him, her gaze turning cold, "Leave, Killer. Surely you're smart enough not to do anything you'll regret." He refused to move, all traces of lightness vanishing from his tone, "Tell me where my kid is. Last chance." She arched a brow bone at him, her expression blank, "Is it really, though?" The shadows behind her began to form a shape, and Killer froze, his sockets widening as it opened a pair of solid white eyes and stared at him. Nyx was entirely unphased as the shadow Papyrus began to approach her throne from behind, and Killer watched him, breathing out, "W-What the hell is that?!" Nyx tilted her head, "Don't be so rude, Killer. Don't you recognize your own brother?"

Killer shook his head and began to back away from her throne, "That ain't him... It ain't real... You're just tryna get into my head, aren't you?!" The princess sighed, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Why would I ever do that? There's nothing in there that'd be of any value to me." Once some distance was created between the two of them, Nyx slowly rose from her throne, her cyan eye lights continuing to bore into him. She lifted a hand, signaling for the shadow Papyrus to stop. The being's movement came to a halt and Killer stared at it for a moment before shifting his attention back to the princess. He raised a shaky hand, gesturing to the shadow behind her, "Nyx... Nyxie, please. What the hell is that?! There's no way that's my Papyrus! He's been dead for a long time, and there's no way he should even be here right now!"

Nyx kept her icy gaze fixed on him, her tone even despite all the rage that Killer knew was lurking just beneath the surface, "Is that what you think?" He held a hand out to the princess in a gesture of surrender, taking another step back away from her, "Nyx... Moonbeam, please-" Her perfect composure immediately snapped upon hearing the nickname and she scowled, raising her voice, "Don't you EVER call me that. Never AGAIN. I don't want to constantly be REMINDED of how you lovingly gave MY FATHER the very same name." Killer's body jerked in surprise at the change in her disposition and he swallowed nervously, "Princess... I think you need to take a deep breath, ok? There's no need to get upset. Look, if you don't want me to call you that, I won't."

Her scowl hardened, "I'll do whatever I damn well please. Now, if you value your life, you'll get out of my fucking sight, and you'll never come back." He nodded, "I-I will, promise. Just... My kid. Please. I just wanna know where they are so I can go see 'em. I don't mean nothin' bad by that, I swear." The shadows began to gather on the wall behind Nyx, and as they joined with her own shadow, they began to take four very familiar shapes. Killer's eyes widened as a set of tendrils formed, appearing attached to her shadow. They writhed on the stone wall behind the enraged princess, and she curled her hands into fists. Her magic began to shroud her in darkness, and to add to the effect, she closed her right eye, now staring at Killer with only her left one, which remained a bright cyan.

He was frozen, a look of terror settling on his face as she took a few steps closer to him, her normally smooth tone warbling now as she hissed, "Unless I call for you, you are to stay the hell away from me. For your sake, I hope I never see you again." Killer began backing away from her again, his mouth opening and closing as he desperately searched for an adequate response. As soon as he felt himself back into a wall, he cursed under his breath. Shrinking down the smallest bit, he stared at Nyx with wide eyes. He hadn't told Nightmare or any of his teammates that he planned on going to her castle. None of them knew where he was right now, and he highly doubted anyone would come to his aid if she attacked him.

The princess narrowed her eye at him as he gawked at her, and she growled, "You might be strong, and you might satisfy your numerous partners well enough when they want it, but you're worse than scum. You're an irredeemable piece of shit, and that's all you'll ever be." She placed a hand on the wall next to his head and he attempted to shrink away from her again. Seeing this, she scoffed, "Now, I want you to run away like the coward you are, and never come back. You had better pray that I never see you again, because be it here or anywhere else, I WILL kill you. Am I clear, Killer?" He immediately nodded, "Y-Yes ma'am. Crystal."

She moved her arm, gesturing to the nearest door, "Good. I suggest you leave before I rethink my decision to let you live." Killer nodded again in understanding, his eyes wide. Without another word, he bolted for the door, nearly breaking the knob as he gripped it. Nyx watched as he threw open the door and vanished, and she shifted her gaze to the massive shadow that stood beside her throne. When she spoke, her tone was even, and seemingly void of the rage she'd just been harbouring, "Papyrus." The shadow fixed its glowing white gaze on her, and she lowered hers, keeping it settled on the floor in front of him, "Harm and Discard." She was met with silence, and then in response to the command, the shadow began to move. At first, he took a few slow, deliberate steps toward the now open door, and then he sprung forward. As he flew past the princess and out the door, he produced no sound whatsoever, and Nyx hummed.

Any second now.

Right on cue, Killer let out a pained and startled cry, and she felt the corner of her mouth twitch, almost curling upward into a smirk. Sure, she wanted Killer gone, but the fear he was giving off was incredible. Feeding off the emotions of others wasn't something she liked doing, but right now, she was ready and willing to make an exception.

[fal-carrington]

Stuck with the mother-in-law

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc

Disclaimer: Characters belongs to PB

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Prompt: Kamilah thought she had gone through more approvals than any other living being, with 2000+ years old, she thought she had seen it all, but when Mia's mother decide to pay a visit and stay for a few days in New York, Kamilah has to deal with her mother-in-law... Who happens to be a bloodkeeper and don’t like her at all.

The wooden floor was cold against her skin, but she didn't care, she had promised herself that she wouldn't leave, no matter how cold and hard the floor was. The little girl could hear clearly the low cry of her mother coming from behind the door, she had already been there for two days, two days without leaving the room. Two days without Mia being able to see her mother.

At this point she should have been used to, the "bad days" were becoming frequent that month. "Bad days" was what Mia's father used to call the days when Mia's mother became reclusive, cold, and extremely prone to explosive surges. Mia always thought that this was a very strong headache, but she hoped that her mother would heal soon. She missed her mother more than anything else in the world.

Mia never understood how a person could be so kind and loving at one moment, but explosive and cold at another.The little girl lay on her stomach against the floor, spying under the door where a dim light came from her mother's room.

"Mommy?" Mia called her.

No answer.

"Mommy, it's me. Please open the door." Mia asked, without answer again.

The little girl stretched her little fingers to the box of tissues she was carrying and took two, stretching them under the door.

"Please, Mommy don't cry." A little smile came over her face as the tissues were pulled. She sat down and leaned her back against the door, holding a portrait in one hand.

In the portrait lay a photograph, Mia wiped the tears that fell from her green eyes, looking at the photograph of her parents with her. The latin features and the seriousness in the severe brown eyes and black hair highlighted the beautiful young face of her mother. Hugged by her father, a beautiful young blond man with green eyes hidden behind his thick glasses. Together, both were holding a little girl.

"Mia?" Her father's thick voice called out to her, making her look up.

"Hi, Daddy." Mia said wiping her eyes, her father looked briefly at the door and a glance of recognition appeared on his face. Mia looked at her father, knowing full well from his clothes that he had just come from his work. The loose tie on his tweed suit, the tired eyes behind his glasses, and the leather bag strap on his shoulder.

"Is Mama on a bad day?" her father asked, Mia shook her head in affirmation.

"Daddy, do you think that... Mommy's sad because of me?" Mia hesitated to ask.

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because I didn't do very well on my math exam, I know she was expecting a lot from me." A tear ran down her little face, her father sighed tired, getting down on his knees in front of his daughter.

"Isabella Amelia Cortéz Evans" He touched her face looking deep into her inherited eyes. "Your mother is not like that because of you, you could never disappoint her, you are our greatest pride. Your mother... " He took a break before he went on. "She's just going through a bad phase, that's all, but I'm sure it will soon pass."

"... In the meantime, why don't you and I go in the kitchen and get dinner ready? How about we make lasagna and then watch cartoons on TV, okay?" He messed up her blonde hair with a smile on his face, making a dimpled smile appear on his daughter's face.

"Right!" Mia took her father's hand and followed him down the stairs. "Can I call Rebecca and Alex to join us for dinner?"

"How about just the two of us tonight? I'm sure you can call your cousins for the weekend."

"Okay."

...

Mia looked over at her side as she listened to her father's snoring, who was immersed in a deep sleep, he fell asleep after dinner on the couch next to her while watching cartoons on TV. Mia got up and took a blanket and covered her father, gently removing his glasses and leaving them on the coffee table.

An idea popped into her mind, her mother even though she didn't attend dinner tonight, maybe she was still hungry. Mia went to the kitchen and heated up the rest of the lasagna in the microwave and took it upstairs on a tray.

What the little girl didn't expect was her mother's bedroom door to be open.

"Mommy?" She called, opening the door a little wider so she could see her mother clearly.

And there she was, her black hair caught in a loose coke, wearing only a sweater and sweatpants, with her back to Mia, sitting on the bed.

"Mama, I brought your dinner. Daddy and I made lasagna." Mia approached with caution.

"Thank you, sweetie." Her mother answered with a weak smile, Mia left the tray on the bed and approached hesitantly watching her mother's red eyes and pale face.

"Don't cry." Mia lifted the sleeve of her blouse and wiped her mother's eyes, receiving a weak laugh.

"I'll be all right, darling." Her mother touched her face. "Mommy's just..." Suddenly her mother stood still, eyes glazed and distant.

"Mommy?" Mia touched her mother, not expecting a wave that invaded her body, images and faces of people appearing in her mind. A man with blue eyes, long hair and a cruel expression on his face, a woman accompanied him, with black hair, tanned skin and brown eyes, people screaming and running and blood everywhere. "Who... Who are these people?" Mia asked scared.

What she didn't expect was a strong push from her mother who knocked her down.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Her mother screamed angry, an expression of terror and anger on her face.

"Mama?" Mia called her tears in her eyes, being greeted by a look of hatred, being ignored by her mother who locked herself in the bathroom. “MAMA!”

Sweat dripped from her forehead, with her breathing panting and her heart racing, Mia sat on the bed. The girl sighed, passing her hand across her face.

"It was just a nightmare..." She said to herself, trying to calm down. “...Or a really fucked-up memory." She was used to her frequent nightmares — which usually involved Gaius, Rheya, Lily's death, or some of her many traumas. They were frequent and agonizing, but she was already used to them. Now seeing her parents... She didn’t know which one of them, was the worse.

The girl looked to her side, finding Kamilah, who was lying on the left side of the bed, her tanned chest descending and ascending, immersed in a light sleep. The silk sheet partially covered her naked body, memories of last night wrapped Mia's mind, and a smile came over her face as she silently observed the features of Kamilah's gorgeous, calm and serene face.

She still had no idea how she had managed to marry Kamilah, but the thought that after 2000 years she was the only one who had managed to put a ring on Kamilah's finger made her chest fill with pride.

The thoughts involving her wife were interrupted by the memory of her nightmare involving her mother. The girl sighed and looked at her watch, there were still 4 hours left for her to go to work, and she was sure she wouldn't be able to get any more sleep.

Mia got out of bed carefully so as not to wake Kamilah, and went to the bathroom. Under the hot water shower, the girl leaned her face against the marble wall, letting the warm water fall under her face.

"It was just a memory, that's all." She said to herself.

...

Raines Corporation, 19:30pm

Sitting in her leather armchair in her Raines Corporation office, Mia leaned back while talking to one of her newest clients.

"...You have to admit that the potential of this contract to benefit both us is extremely high..." She supported the phone on her shoulder as she spoke. "Danny, at the end of the day you and I are the same, we think and see the profit this will bring us.”

“...Exactly, we can run this country. Japan? Who cares about Japan? You and I will close this deal together and be partners." With her attention focused on the origami swan that she patiently made in her desk, she noticed her assistants entering her office silently.

"...Really? I am so happy that you and your investors liked the whiskies and cigars I sent. Seriously, it was from the heart." She laughed. "Sure, I'll see if I can convince Kamilah, for us to go spend the holiday in Hamptons.”

She gestured for the assistants to leave the contracts on her desk.

"Danny, you're the man. I knew you'd understand, I'll see you and your investors on Wednesday, with a celebration." She smiled victoriously when she saw that she had managed to close another deal. "Okay, I'll tell Kamilah you sent her a hug, tell your wife and kids, I sent a hug too.”

When she turned it off, she raised her eyes to her assistants.

"Guess who closed another deal?" She pointed to herself. “That's right, me. Booom, it's Britney bitch" She gestured by pretending to knock over a microphone.

"Um, by the way, we have something else." Natalie mentioned it.

“Yeah? What?" Mia turned her attention to her origami swan.

"Your mother called. She asked you to return the call." Tyler told her while collecting some papers, making Mia stop at the same moment.

"My mother? What does she want?"

"She didn't say, she just asked you to call back," Natalie told her.

At the same moment her heart began to beat fast. Was her dream a warning she chose to ignore? If she'd mentioned it to Kamilah, maybe she'd say yes.

"All right. You two can go." Mia said and picked up the phone, sighing patiently before calling her.

The phone rang a few times before her mother answered.

"Hello, hija," Her mother said at the other end of the line. “It’s has been so long.”

"Hey, mom." Mia said sheepishly.

...

"You are so quiet today," Kamilah commented in a low tone, as if making a mere observation.

Of course she had noticed, she always notices all things, Kamilah would not let go of a behavior that differed from her usual behavior, but as always, patient, Kamilah waited for her to pronounce herself.

"Huh?" Mia looked at her.

"Distant and distracted too." Kamilah completed her observation.

"It's nothing." Mia lied looking at her plate. "Didn't you enjoy your dinner?" She asked.

"I'm not the one not eating." Kamilah told her, drinking a sip of her glass of wine. "And you know I like it when you make puttanesca paste."

"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" Kamilah asked, as if she was stretching out a hand so she could pick it up.

"I had a bad dream yesterday." Mia started talking. "It was a memory, like I was reliving this childhood memory, you know?"

Kamilah nodded, silently. Her brown eyes warm and understanding.

"I couldn't sleep afterwards. I didn't want to wake you so I came to the kitchen and arrived early at work. My day was going so well today, I kicked ass at meetings, closed two deals today, and even made Aiko lose a contract. I was so happy, and then my mom called."

At the same moment Kamilah's expression changed, she was watching her cautiously now.

"And what did she want?"

Mia bit her lower lip, looking at Kamilah with fear, her brown eyes looked for an answer that Mia feared to give her.

"Mia?"

"She called to say she's coming to New York. She wants to stay a few days... A few weeks with us." She waited, she waited for an answer from Kamilah, when she looked at her, she saw the expression on Kamilah's face, the same one she saw in old memories that made thousands run for their lives.

"Your mother... wants to stay with us." Kamilah said it like she was trying to absorb the information. "She automatically invited herself to stay here?"

"Yes."

"I think I've lost my appetite"

"Babe..."

"Why? I don't understand."

"She said she wants to spend some time together. She wants to get closer and improve our relationship." Mia told her, taking a sarcastic laugh from Kamilah.

"She's up to something." Kamilah said more to herself than to Mia.

"Babe..."

"I don't understand why she decided at the last minute to come here and stay in our house." Kamilah dropped her napkin on the table. "You invited her?"

"No!"

Kamilah sighed, Mia touched her hand over the table.

"Mia, your mother hates me." Kamilah told her.

"What? She doesn't hate you!"

"She specifically told me that she was against our marriage, that I wasn't good enough for you, and that we wouldn't last. Aside from all the comments she made during, before and after the ceremony to make you quit."

"Alright, I agree, but my dad loves you, he's crazy about you. And he supports our relationship, as does my whole big family."

"Except your mother."

"My mother doesn't like anyone. It's not personal."

"I guess in that case it is. Your mother's a Bloodkeeper, she's seen all my past and knows all the terrible things I've done, I never expected her to approve of our relationship, but I also didn't imagine she'd make my life hell. She criticizes me at every possible moment, and I can't kill her because she's my mother-in-law.

"She made my life hell too, but now she seems to want to fix things, maybe it's different. Babe, I did not want that either, but please, just this once, if she does something, I will send her away. But make an exception for me." Mia looked into her eyes, looking for a breach.

Kamilah sighed, thoughtful.

"Alright, for you." She knew perfectly well that there was nothing she didn't agree with when it came to Mia, she could deny it and roll her eyes and say it was stupid and kill anyone who told her, but she knew that if Mia asked her to stop a moving train, she would. And even if she had to accept the devil woman itself in her house, she would accept to please her wife.

[saktetsu]

'LUST' Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Nekomimi, Metamorphoses, Adopted Sibling, !ncest, Mentions of Rape, Yandere Themes, Drugged

Today was the day that Oikawa Tōru comes back to Japan. He won't be staying for long, but at least [F/N] will be able to see her Older Brother once again.

"You look excited to see Tōru again" Her Mother exclaimed, chuckling softly.

"Well of course I am! I get to see Tōru nii again.." [F/N] had a smiled plastered on her face, as she waited for the Front Door to open.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Oikawa finally emerged from the door. He looked more mature now than he was back then. Without Hesitation, [F/N] jumped off the couch and ran straight into his open arms. It caused the setter to laugh from her sudden outburst of affection.

"Woah there [F/N]-Chan, did you miss me that much?" He teased, pinching her cheek slightly. Though she didn't care at all, all she wanted was to hug her dearest Brother that she missed so much.

"Alright, alright. [F/N] enough, let your Brother rest for a bit. I bet he's tired from the Flight" Their Mother chimed in with her hands on either side of her hips.

She pouted and eventually let go of Tōru with a soft 'hmph..' "Don't worry [F/N]~Chan! We'll be able to catch up after I settle in, mkay?" Tōru suggested with a head tilt, causing the younger girl to brighten up.

It may have been rude of him to stare at how her Booty Shorts would raise a little too high. Or how her shirt would squeeze tightly around her upper body. It's like she's tempting him to ruin her, to claim her. Even the thought of finally making his precious Little Sister his, had his tail straighten up from behind him.

Had she always looked this tempting? Had her ass always looked so plump and juicy? Whatever the case, he still couldn't fight back the urge to somewhat claim her as his own.

A few days passed by with Oikawa continuously bothering and hanging out with [F/N]. His personality didn't change much, but she could tell that he was a lot more serious.

Currently, she was in Class. Sitting along side her Best Friend Rinsuke and Sosuke. It was normal for them to Hang out before School ended. "Yo [F/N], I heard your Brother Finally came back from Argentina. How's that going for you?"

"Honestly, it's been great! I was able to catch up with him during the span of like- 4 days"

"4 days and you've already talked about everything? Sheesh, I'm not even surprised" Sosuke butted in, slurping his Milk quietly.

"Ya can't blame her for that though. They're pretty inseparable at this point." His twin added with a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Yer sure ya ain't got anything yer hiding from us Cupcake?"

"What.. Do you mean?" [F/N] asked with a curious tone.

"Ya know how he's one of those Nekomimi people?" She nodded. "Well for starters, ain't those kitties sniff shit that they own or somethin' like that?"

"And I'm also pretty sure that their kind not only possess the appearance of a cat, but their nature, and DNA too. Meaning they could sometimes act out by instincts alone." Sosuke finished Rinsuke's sentence, causing the other Twin to grumble by the sudden interruption.

"I was gonna say that Rin! Ya don't hafta butt in atta nowhere" Rinsuke continued to pout as his arms crosses over his chest.

"Whatever. But seriously [F/N], you've gotta watch out when you're with that Brother of yours."

"Pshh, what's he gonna do? Think I'm his mate? Sosuke, Rinsuke. He's my Brother, I doubt he'd even try to do anything but sniff me"

"Yer Adopted Brother" Rinsuke corrected, causing Sosuke to nod.

"Oh come on! Tōru nii isn't like that, I promise you" They both looked at each other and sighed.

"If you say so."

And just like that, School came to an end with a single bell. The Three walked out of their class together, waving goodbye to each and everyone of their Friends.

A few loud screams were heard from afar as they got closer to the exit if the School. They exchanged curious looks with each other before following the source of the noise.

"Oh my God! Oikawa-kun's here?! In Japan?!" One of the girls screamed out of excitement as she ran passed Rinsuke, Sosuke, and [F/N].

It startled [F/N], Oikawa had never picked her up from School before. (Due to his crazy schedule that was always packed with Volleyball.)

"[F/N]-Chan! There you are, I was worried that you might have gotten lo-" And there it was, the brief pause of his sentence as soon as he realized that she wasn't standing alone. Slowly, he pushed through his fans with a somewhat apologetic smile. His eyes narrowed, ear twitching from annoyance.

"Who are you?" The Question may seem innocent, but the tone of his voice was filled with venom.

"I- Uh- Rinsuke, sir.. And this is my Bro" Rin patted Sosuke's shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Well, nice to meet you both but I must get going! And.." Oikawa walked a little closer to his relative, pulling her into his arms. "I'll be taking [F/N]-Chan with me"

Without another word, Tōru turned to walk away with [F/N] in his arms. She peeked behind her Brother, giving Rinsuke and Sosuke a small wave before they completely disappeared from view.

The walk home was quiet, yet Oikawa's arms were still wrapped around her smaller Figure. "Is something wrong Tōru nii..?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Don't worry [F/N]-Chan." She tried her best to struck up the conversation a bit more, but he gave either one word answers or stayed quiet. It felt unsettling, but [F/N] shrugged it off as soon as they reached the Front Door of their House.

"You better take a Shower right now" Was the first thing he mentioned as soon as they walked in, causing her to get startled a bit.

"Oh- uh- alright" [F/N] rushed upstairs and into her room, taking her clothes off slowly before popping herself into the shower.

Oikawa stayed downstairs, watching his previous games against other Teams. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the TV, he just couldn't. With the sound if the shower turned on, and [F/N] humming softly with the music in the background that she usually plays while cleaning herself up; it was hard to focus on anything but that.

Thoughts of her being exposed and freely displayed infront of him rushed through his brain. He knew it was wrong to think of her this way, but who was he kidding? He's fucking addicted.

The sound of the shower turning off caught his attention, meaning she was already done. Did time really fly by fast from all those thoughts? Either way, he couldn't care less.

She emerged from the stairs, descending slowly with her usual Home Outfit. The booty shorts he so feared that might break his last strand of self control, and her tank top that just fits perfectly against her body. It caused his ears to twitch ever so excitedly as soon as she plopped herself beside him without a word.

"Happy?" [F/N] let out as she took off the tow that wrapped around her hair.

Oikawa leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, and eventually his tail descended from its straightened up posture. "Mm" He hummed.

"Why'd you want me to take a bath anyways? It's not like I was dirty or anything"

"You smelled like them." Tōru simply answered, his nose twitching from her sweet lavender scent.

"Hmmmm" [F/N] shifted slightly, putting a bit space between her and Oikawa. "Where's Mom by the way?"

"Oh right, I forgot to mention that she's over at a Friends house right now. Something about a Girls night out"

"Oh- pfft, typical, I can't blame her though. I would have also missed going out with my friends if I was always busy" He didn't reply, nor did he give some sort of answer. His eyes were still glued onto her face, taking in her beauty that he missed back in Argentina.

After a while of silence, he finally spoke up. "You should head to bed, you have Volleyball Practice tomorrow right?"

"Oh, yeah I do"

"Which Position did you obtain?"

"I got setter!"

Oh? So she did end up becoming the Setter of her Volleyball Team after all. "Why did you wanna become the Setter so badly? I mean, you're a great receiver. You should have chosen to become a Libero instead"

"I know, but.. I really wanna be just like you Tōru nii" [F/N] fidgeted in her spot, her eyes sparkled in the sight of her Older Brother. She looked so.. Vulnerable..

He took a sharp inhale, before breathing out. He wasn't gonna lie, it caught him off guard. But the goofy smile spreading across his face showed how ecstatic he was knowing that his Little Sister wanted to be just like him. "Really? [F/N]-Chan! I feel so honored"

She laughed softly, before turning her gaze back to the Game played out for them. "Well, you're the Best Setter I know so.. Is it alright if you'd teach me some things Tōru nii?"

Oikawa nodded, his ego going through the roof as he tilted his chin up. "Now how about this, if you wake up early tomorrow then we could practice together before you head to Schoo-"

"REALLY?! ALRIGHT- I'll go to Sleep now!" [F/N] shot up from her position of the couch, raising her arms in the air like a child. He was startled at first, but eventually smiled softly.

"Here, drink your Milk first. that way you'll go to sleep faster" Tōru picked up the glass of milk on the coffee table, handing it to her with the genuine smile that never fails to make her grin. She uttered a small 'Thank you' before drinking the Milk.

Meanwhile, Oikawa was sitting there, watching intently. Would it be wrong to tell her someday in the near future that he drugged her Milk before giving it to her?

"Phoowee, wow.. -I do feel sleepy.." [F/N] settled the cup back down, facing her older brother with lazy eyes. "Can you carry me up the stairs please? Pretty pleaseee? I'm too lazy"

Tōru pretend to be annoyed, even letting out a small grunt before picking her off the ground. "Alright"

They both ascended up the stairs, with [F/N] comfortably in his arms. It was as if she was molded to fit perfectly wrapped around his fingers.

By the time that they arrived at the front of her bedroom, she was out cold. Her breathing was more even, yet her hands still gripped onto his shirt. "Silly [F/N]-Chan, you really should pay more attention to things you drink. I wonder if your trust for me would shatter if you found out.." He seemed to be lost in thought as he lowered her sleeping figure

Oikawa was shifting, not being able to contain his excitement as he eagerly took off his own sweater. 'Fuck, she looked so defenceless'

He lowered himself a bit. Settling his right hand on top of her stomach, where it slowly dipped further down until he was able to cup her cunt. "Fuck.. Already soaked Princess?" He cooed softly, before pulling her Shorts off. Oikawa took a moment to admire her current state, his fingers gently sliding her cottoned panties off. 'Wouldn't want her to wake up early now'

Tōru licked two of his fingers a bit, before slowly inserting them inside of her pussy. It caused [F/N] to squirm a bit in her spot, her lips quivering slightly. "H-Hrgm..~"

"Shhh... It's alright Baby Girl, Tōru nii's gonna take good care of you okay.." In all honesty, he was still shocked from the fact that his sweet little sister was still a Virgin. It excited him even more to the point where he pistoned his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. The tightness of his pants slightly bothered him, causing the setter to quickly push the waist band lower.

It continued on for a bit, until he became restless. The pad of his thumb harshly pressed against her clit, making her jolt. "A-AHHH.. -" The lewd moan startled him, but he kept going at his pace. [F/N] continued to tremble under his touch, growing restless as she began to twist and turn in her spot.

He noticed how tighter it got, and more difficult it was to move his fingers. "Fuck.. You're squeezing my fingers like a Vice [F/N]-Chan.. Are you about to cum Princess? Come on, cum for Onii-Chan.." Oikawa continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. And eventually, just like he said; she came with a loud moan.

Without hesitation, he pulled her sleeping body up slightly, his back resting against the headboard. Oikawa settled her on his lap, where her cunt rested right on top of his Cock. He shivered a bit, feeling her cum dripping onto his hardened member. He let her lean into him as she continued to sleep peacefully.

As much as he wanted to keep her innocence, the desire to ruin her and completely claim her body as his own grew.

Tōru slowly lifted her up, wrapping his tail around her waist before spreading her cunt with his fingers. "I'm about to take something so valuable from you.." And with that, he dropped her onto his cock, causing it to quickly sink balls deep. [F/N] let out a loud shriek as her eyes flew open. Oikawa stilled his movements and let out a shaky sigh. It felt too good.. Way too good.

"Fuck.. [F/N] you're.. - s-so tight damn" He began to lift her hips up and down repeatedly, setting a steady pace. "I expected you to be tight but.. Wow- fuck it feels good Baby Girl"

It didn't take long for her to register what was going on, her Big Brother's dick sinking inside her pussy, his tail wrapping around her waist, it made her feel light headed to say the least. "T-Tō.. Tōru nii..? W-What are.. What are you doing? Please stop, it hurts.." She spoke in a soft tone, pushing her hands against his broad shoulders in an attempt to move away. But he was much more stronger than she was, and faster too.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Don't fight now [F/N]-Chan! If you struggle, it'll make me even more excited.." He said, licking his lips seductively. A shiver ran down her spine as her hips continued to move with his help.

"This is wrong- please stop- I-I won't tell anyone this ever h-happened.. I swear.. Just please sto- ooo-o.. AHHHHHHHH..!" Oikawa had enough of her babbling about how she didn't want any of this. So instead of taking it easy on her like how he planned. He began to buck his hips, causing a loud whimper to fall from her lips as she tried to continue her sentence. "P-Please Tōru nii stop..!"

"Fuck, I just told you that if you struggle it'll excite me more.. Are you doing this on purpose? You fucking slut.." His pace got even faster, and his thrust was more rough. "You know, seeing you with those Bastards really hurt me [F/N]-Chan! I thought I was the only Male in your Life"

The tone of his voice sounded as if he was genuinely hurt, she would have felt bad, she would have if it wasn't for the fact that he was literally pistoning his dick in and out of her pussy. "T-Tōru..~!" [F/N] moaned out his name. Somehow, it flicked a switch deep inside Oikawa.

Causing him to act by instincts. Instead of his usual thought out actions, he pushed her off, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His ears began to twitch, and the tail that he affectionately wrapped around her waist was now tightening its grip. "Tō-Tōru..!"

There it was again, it sounded like music to his ears. He needed to hear more of it right away. So without further interruptions, he began to spread her legs. [F/N] let out a small shriek as soon as she felt the tip of his member push against her folds.

Her toes curled, and her back arched. Tōru didn't care whether or not it hurt for her, his pace was rough and frantic. As if his Animalistic tropes were overpowering his usual humane self. He wanted to breed her so badly, spill his sperm deep inside her womb until she was a quivering mess. "T-TŌRU, TŌRU!" His name continuously spilled out of her mouth.

And no doubt, it made him even more rough with her. "Fuck! You're such a fucking slut for hanging out with those Bastards. should've known you'd do this from the start" There it was, his tip hitting that spot that made her see stars. She flinched, her moans getting even more uncontrollably louder. "Yeah? You like that? You like it here?" Tōru moved his free hand below her ass, lifting her up slightly where he could easily thrust up to her G-Spot.

"H-Hrm..! T-Tōru.. 'M Cumming, I'm Cumming Tōru!"

"Then cum, Princess" And just like that, [F/N] came around his cock. Her eyes closing slightly as she rode out her orgasm. But Oikawa didn't stop there, he was chasing his own high after all. With a few more seconds of him thrusting harshly into her abused cunt, he finally came undone. Spilling his cum deep in her womb with a shaky sigh. "F.. Fuck.. Yeah.."

His cock softened, but he didn't pull away nor did he move an inch. Oikawa rested on top of her, his breathing becoming even. "Onii Chan loves you.. You do know that right..?" [F/N] nodded, her lips quivering from the over stimulation being present.

"Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it" He caressed her hair, stroking some of his finger through.

"Yes, I know.."

"What do you know?"

"I.. T-That... Tōru nii loves me.."

"Good Girl. You do know that no one else loves you right? I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world" She nodded slowly, fidgeting slightly.

"You love me, right?"

"I love you" Despite being mortified earlier, she eventually snuggled closer to her Older Brother. Giving into his twisted fantasies. He felt satisfied with himself, pulling her even closer. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't fight. After all, big brothers know best.