#because of that damn machine fight i didn't want to write

[constantfragmentation]

Arcane S2 Thoughts

I've had a week to digest this season and well, I guess I have the unpopular opinion of being very disappointed. After the initial flash of gorgeous animation and some ooo's and awe's.... I was left with a bitter aftertaste. I can rewatch S1 loads of time. I don't think I can watch S2 again.

I'm happy for the fans that loved it and got what they wanted or the shippers that got what they wanted. I'm happy for you. Do your thing.

Me? Not so much. Even as a Silco fan (and I admit to squeeing for any footage of him at first), I'm not pleased. Yeah, my young Silco is a nerd, man-bun hottie, but that's where it ended for me. His entire characterization was nothing like the character I fell head over heels for in S1.

Vander's Flashback: I honestly don't find Felicia's inclusion necessary at all. In fact, I think it waters down everything between Silco and Vander. Their knowing her and the kids creates more questions, plotholes, and problems than it supposedly solves.

Why is Vander only in those memories with the kids? It's before the fallout with Silco. Why don't the kids know or remember nice Silco? Why do they only fear him (obv that's from Vander and Benzo, yes?)?

Why doesn't Silco seem to know Powder at Vander's dead body? Why would he kill Felicia's kids? None of it makes any fucking sense if he cared about Felicia. He hates Vander so much, he hates the kids too because he adopted them?

How the hell does S2 Young Silco turn into S1 Silco? Riot really messed this one up. Vander's attempted murder didn't change his entire personality.

It was a rebellion battle. People were going to get hurt and killed. They had to know this. So, whether Silco accidentally killed Felicia (as some fans are debating) or she died, is so damn dumb for Vander to solely blame Silco. Takes the kids, becomes a pacifist FIRST and then decides to (shave and grow younger) kill his brother for the greater good. Doesn't make one lick of sense narratively.

The narrative, characterization and animation inconsistencies don't help from S1 either. The drowning scene doesn't fit the S2 explanation. They're too young. Vander had a beard and appears much older on the bridge. Hell, S2 Young!Silco looks older than S1 Young!Silco. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. If people want to kiss Riot's ass, fine, but there was too much that was straight up lazy writing.

Silco's death is just glossed over considering how important he is. Silco did what Vander couldn't. Even without Shimmer, the Underground was thriving. Cait's mother's death/burial/statue gets more screen time and Silco gets dumped in the river. No one seems to question his death or what happened? Yeah, ok.

I'll use this moment to complain about the excessive music video montages this season too. I watched S1 again and the writing and use of music worked in unison and enhanced scenes. S2 felt like scenes in between music videos and it was irritating.

There was so much screentime wasted that could have been good dialogue heavy scenes that S1 was great at. Instead, time wasted on poorly executed plotlines that needed way more time to flesh out (Mel, Ekko and Viktor) and we have slowmo music videos and MCU fight scenes. Hermie's guitar song and Mission Impossible jokster crap was laughable and not in a good way.

Riot tried to pack too much into one season, and it was a mess. This season felt like watching a Marvel movie. Cool action sequences with little to no substance. All the nuance and grit from last season were gone in favor of the 'good vs. bad' trope. All the political-societal issues in S1 were abandoned that were far more fascinating to explore.

Mel has superpowers now? It feels all out of place. Her, Ambessa, and the Black Rose plot have zero time to make it interesting and plausible. She was introduced as this master manipulator/politician and her sage persona feels so forced.

Jesus Demigod Viktor was too much. I was excited for the Machine Herald and the psychedelic Arcane magical multiverse took me out. Making him to be the big baddie and timeloop it around to Jayce felt like a big cop out. Viktor deserved better. Hell, Jayce deserved better.

So much was sacrificed to make the whole Arcane magic THE point of the series when it was one of the least interesting aspects of the show. Hextech for weapons and the continuing problems between Piltover and Zaun was RIPE for storytelling. It seems each act needed several episodes to cover.

Ekko sure as fuck deserved better than that half assed time warp with Hermie. The AU really bothered me. Everything felt wrong. EVERYTHING. Nothing was explained well at all. It felt like complete fan service at the expense of the characters. Before people rip me saying "well duh! It was an AU!". You don't assassinate characters and plot to have a happy ending that insults your viewers.

They turned Zaun (its own cool character) into the bargain basement of Piltover. How is it sunny and pretty? Really? Mirror tricks? Everyone just forgave Piltover after years of oppression?

You're telling me Vi's death saved humanity? Fuck that shit right now. Piltover just stopped because a kid died? Suddenly everything became better? What happened to Jayce? Viktor? Hell, Hermie after decades didn't give two shits about Zaun, so what changed with the Council? Where's Singed? I don't buy it.

I don't buy Jinx/Powder being super normal smart girl. I LOVE JInx, but I believe she had mental issues prior breaking into Jayce's apartment. I don't think Vi's death made that go away (as I don't believe Silco's death did either). As someone who battles with mental health, this is insulting to me as a viewer.

I hated AU Silco. There. I said it. He just forgave Vander? Really? Bullshit. The reason Vander tried to kill him is stupid. A simple letter changed Silco? That fluffy-haired softy is not Silco. I can't imagine that Silco being the one who fought a rebellion. He probably would not have become a mob boss peddling drugs but this AU softboi dad feels so wrong. I never would have stanned AU Silco. Not in a million years.

S1 Silco's traits didn't magically appear because Vander betrayed him. The young S1 Silco had to be similar in many ways to older S1 Silco. Drive, ambition, ruthlessness, willing to die for a cause. I don't see Felicia's death changing that. I certainly don't see Vi's death changing that.

If Vander needed to kill Silco to stop the violence, etc, it's because he saw Silco as a threat to him or society as a whole. S1 Vander is known as The Hound. So, he seems to be violent as well. He takes credit for building the Underground when Felicia credits both 'bozos' for it. So Vander being upset she died and blaming Silco to the point of murder is a slap in the face to fans' intelligence.

I do hate that by Vi's death, everything is magically better. I can't express how much I hate that. AU Powder was irritating and was nothing like my Jinx that I love. Again so much wasted time that could have been better spent on good character driven scenes that actually advance the plot.

Pointless characters. Introduce Isha (who I adored). Make her seem important to Jinx. Kill her and never mention her again. So what was the point of her inclusion this season? Just to make Jinx suicidal? I hated that also. Again WASTED SCREENTIME.

Oh, and Caitvi was a disgrace. I think shippers deserved better here, too. Caitlyn goes crazy dictator because of guilt over her mom. Granted, Caitvi only knew each other for a week-ish? Not a lot of time to make their relationship serious past an infatuation. Cait turns from all her good points last season to Ambessa's padawan.

Don't get me started on that side piece Maddie. Really? Cait you were that hard up? And that long awaited sex scene was a big eye roll. Vi goes to her sister, and shit goes to hell, and a few minutes later, she's fucking Cait in the same cell. Vi was reduced to shit this season.

I mean, these characters just got shafted in every way for a high speed train wreck ending that we've seen a million times in Disneyfied stories. Action sequences were more important than actual character development and plot.

You can't make me believe that one speech from Jayce 'seeing a possible future' suddenly got Zaun to work with and dress up as Piltover soldiers? Really?

I had high hopes for Sevika, and the girl got shit nothing to do except in two episodes. Her seat on the Council feels like a last-minute decision and not worthy enough to expand on.

What made S1 so great was the class divide between Zaun and Piltover and how it affected the characters. S2 decided to scrap that and go with the easy good vs evil trope instead. Even the parallels didn't have the same hit as last season.

I did like Jinx talking to her 'ghost' Silco in the jail cell. He was calming to her in contrast to Milo/Claggor except the implication that she should die (that's what I got out of that).

We didn't even get much from Singed. Yeah, he got his daughter back (in some form) but his story was so blah. We didn't get nearly enough of him and Warwick and what made Warwick.

I guessed a few years ago it was going to be Vander but I didn't like how it was handled.

Too many plotlines all rushed together without getting any decent screentime and explanations that don't confuse or insult viewers intelligence. OR you have to be a LOL fan/player to understand. I never played LOL before S1 and wasn't confused as to the main plot.

I loved all the characters in S1 and felt they were pretty much watered down or assassinated in S2 for an apocalyptical Demigod villain vs humanity battle done to death finale.

The Zaun/Piltover political-societal problems, parallels, corruption, science going wrong, pathway to hell paved with good intentions themes from S1 was so much better in every single aspect.

I'm still a fan of S1 and the characters and frankly, I'm going to ignore 95% of S2.

[elialys]

me every time i have to write action scenes

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Bully- Part 1

Summary: Your bully's, Gojo and Geto, find out an embarrassing secret of yours and will never let you live it down. But maybe, you don't want them to.

Disclaimer: 18+ fic. Gojo X Fem reader X Geto. Humiliation kink. Free use kink. Gojo and Geto being mean. Bully Geto and Gojo. Dub-con warning. It is subtly implied that reader wants and enjoys what's happening to her, but the boys don't care to ask for consent.

a/n: Sorry it took so long wah but here's part one to the series. I plan to write many more cause damn it is so fun haha. I promise, the next part will have all the gratuitous smut and ruthless fucking this premise deserves. Consider this an appetizer <3

Taglist: @bisexuawolfsalt @candycandy00 @nekonanamii @sirimiripetrichor @collectionofdolls @dreamsxmerci

You sighed as you walked towards your classroom, dragging your feet, knowing full well what was waiting for you. It was the end of the day and it was your turn to clean up the classroom and just your luck- you were paired up with the two people you couldn't stand.

Gojo and Geto. The two 'strongest' sorcerers of your school. Their reputation preceded them. One of them was the prodigal son of a famous family with a deadly technique while the other had an incredibly useful and powerful skill as well. Everyone disliked them to some extent, but nobody could deny that the Jujutsu world would be worse without them.

Which is why it always confused you as to why these two powerful men seemed to love bullying you.

They were never malicious but damn if they weren't annoying. They loved to tease and prank you, joking about how weak you were and how you couldn't do anything by yourself. Forget the fact that you were actually quite strong and capable- but compared to them- everyone was weak.

But they seemed to enjoy bullying you especially even if there were classmates who were of lower grade than you. Stealing your drink right before you were going to take it from the vending machine, taking unflattering pictures of you and distributing it, embarrassing you in front of strangers by treating you like a dumb baby in front of them, making loud sex noises if you were on the phone with someone, tossing away your books and stealing your money-

Gojo spanking your ass casually a few times, Geto licking off some chocolate that was smeared next to your lips like it was a normal thing to do and even that one time when they cornered you in the hallway and convinced you to let them grope your boobs:

"If you let us squeeze your tits, we'll leave you alone for a week~" Gojo had said, wangling his fingers comically as they both stared at your chest like perverts. The offer was too good to give up which led to them squeezing your clothed tits for ten second each before they left, laughing at how easy it was to use you. And of course, they continued to bother you anyway.

You could have made a complaint to the higher ups about their behavior, something your friends have told you to do but you refused. You didn't want to be the wuss who was running to the elders over something so childish when everyone has an important job to do. Dealing with some bullying was easy compared to fighting to the death with some curses.

Besides, if you reported on them...

You steeled yourself before opening to the door to the classroom, met with the sight you expected: Gojo and Geto, lounging around, not doing any work as they waited for you to do it for them because, in their words: 'the weaklings need to put in more effort'.

But what you were not expecting to see was your phone in Gojo's hand using earplugs that he had connected to the device. You knew you left your phone in the locker assigned to you in the hallways which meant these two managed to pick the lock and take it. But the anger over that was dwarfed by your sudden realization:

The way they were looking at you as you closed the door, giving you a shocked look but you could tell there was an underlying hint of pure glee.

Uh oh.

"Give me back my-"

You yelped as Geto suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, barely giving you a second to collect yourself before he wrapped his arms around your neck, catching you in a choke-hold. Before you could even react, he pulled your back against him and manhandled you as he sat on a classroom bench and forced you to sit between his legs, wrapping said legs around you. You were completely caught, your nails doing nothing even as you dug it into his arms.

"Holy fuck!" Gojo explained, eyes wide and a huge grin on his face as he continued to listen to the audio on your phone, looking over at you and Geto opposite of the table he was sitting on, "You're a perverted freak, aren't you?"

"Give it back!" you snapped, grunting in annoyance as you tried to break out of Geto's hold but the man simply laughed as he held you tighter, his legs not budging.

"This is some nasty stuff!" Gojo continued, "Who knew a weakling like you would be such a masochistic slut~" he removed the earbuds from the socket and increased the volume as he confirmed what you had feared:

"Yeah? you like that don't you? Little slut~" a man's voice echoed throughout the room from your phone speakers, "Everybody looking at you as I fuck this sloppy little pussy~ Oh this cunt is dripping for me- did you like being spanked in front of them so much?"

It was an erotic audio you had saved on your phone, one of many that you enjoyed in private. You had even saved it under non-suspicious names which meant that the boys were digging through your files to find something- and they did.

"This isn't even the only one we heard, you know." Gojo explained as he dangled the phone in front of you mockingly, "What was it again? A girl getting humiliated by her teacher in front of her classmates-"

"A girl getting groped by her boyfriend on a crowded train." Geto recollected, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his hot breath dance against your skin.

"Being used as a free-use toy by a group of guys~" Gojo said, a giant shit eating grin on his face, "Seems like this one has a humiliation kink~"

"I'm not surprised." Geto said, leaning into your ear and blowing into it, making you gasp and jump, "No wonder she never reported us to the principle for all the times we preyed on her. She was probably enjoying it."

"Oh!" Gojo said like he just realized it, "Was that why? Was your pussy growing wet every time we bullied you, little slut?"

"Fuck you." you spat out, both of the men laughing in response.

"Yeah, I bet you wanted us to fuck you." Geto growled into your ear, your shiver not going unnoticed by him, "You're fucking loving this~"

"Why don't we check?" Gojo suggested, cutting off anything you might have said, his hands inching towards your belt, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, "Let's see for ourselves if we made your pussy wet~"

"Gojo-"

"That's a great plan!" Geto interrupted, laughing as he tightened his hold your your neck, making you gasp, "Take those pants off. So baggy and loose- what a waste of a nice ass."

"I agree." Gojo said, finger now running over the metal of your belt, "it hides so much. With what I felt everytime I've spanked you- your pants do you no favors."

"Don't you- fucking dare!" You choked out, face turning slightly red from the lack of air and from Gojo slowly starting to fiddle with your belt.

"Oh, what are you gonna do about it, little slut?" Gojo teased, licking his lips as his long, lithe fingers started to tug at the leather of your belt, "Look at your fucking face- that look in your eyes? You're loving this."

"No- I'm not- fuck-" you sputtered out, failing to convey your frustrations. You couldn't stand these two assholes. Constantly picking on you and thinking they were so high and mighty- treating you like a bug on their path. So smug and narcissistic and not caring about anyone but themselves-

But as much as you'd hate to admit it, you couldn't deny that your body was throbbing. Everytime they bullied you, you felt that heat. Your heart-rate quickened and your pussy would grow wet, leaving you a confused mess every-time you got bullied. When it first happened, you didn't understand what was happening. Through some internet searching, you found those audios and realized you weren't the only one out there.

A masochist with a humiliation kink.

And without them knowing, the two guys you hate were fulfilling those fantasies for you.

Well now, they were more than aware.

"Come on, little bitch~" Geto cooed into your ear, his silky voice making you shudder, "Why settle with these audios when you can experience the real thing?"

"I...I..." you panted, heat rushing to your face and your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel your pussy dampen and had no doubt that if Gojo actually took your pants off, they'd see you be wet and needy.

"Too slow~" Gojo suddenly said, unbuckling your belt in a matter of seconds before ripping it off of you just as fast, throwing it aside. You yelped as you instinctively struggled, Geto laughing behind you as he tightened his hold on you even more, rendering you helpless. Gojo laughed as well, his bright blue eyes peeking from behind his glasses as you could see the gleam of excitement in them.

"You excited, little bitch?" Gojo cooed, licking his lips as his hands started trailing up your leg, running over the fabric of your pants as he inched up higher and higher. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, a rush of heat coursing through you.

"He asked you a question." Geto said, clicking his tongue as you refused to say anything, "Weren't you taught any manners?"

"Fucking- i'll kill you-" you gasped out, face growing redder as you heard Geto's growl of annoyance, feeling the vibration of his chest against your back. "Don't worry about it, Suguru." Gojo said, smirking as he started undoing the buttons of your pants, "We can punish her later for her disrespect. For now, I just want to get at this pussy~"

With a big grin, Gojo ripped your pants off of you in one fell swoop, making you squeal as he tossed it away. You shivered as your bare legs were exposed to the evening air as well as their lecherous stares. You could see Gojo's eyes trail up your legs before zoning in on your clothed pussy, the man letting out a snort as he took in your panties.

"Pink with a bow on? Really?" he joked, "how plain and not sexy."

"I think they're cute." Geto chimed in, also shamelessly staring down at your clothed cunt, "But it doesn't matter. It's not going to be on her for long, anyway."

"True." Gojo said with a nod as he hooked his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulled it out before letting go, allowing the elastic to slap back against you, "but next time, wear something sexier."

"I hate you- so much!" you snarled, face bright red, biting your lower lip as the white haired man looped his fingers back into the waistband of your panties, this time, very obviously wanting to get it off of you. You gasped, unable to stop your shivers as Gojo leaned forward and placed a kiss on your tummy, his tongue peeking out to lick at your skin as he slowly starting pulling your panties down. He laughed as you tried to squiggle out but your movements only made the slide of your panties all the more easier for him.

"Look at that~" Gojo gasped as your cunt got exposed, practically drooling as he stared like a pervert, a twinkle behind his blue eyes, "You might be a weakling but atleast you have a pretty pussy."

"Atleast she's good for something~" Geto teased, shuffling behind you and in that moment, you felt it. Something long, hard and thick pressed up against your back and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that was. You gulped as you felt the imprint of Geto's cock against you, unable to help yourself as your eyes darted towards the front of Gojo's pants and sure enough: His erection was straining against it.

They were too focused on your cunt to notice where you were looking and you were too focused on their dicks to notice that your panties were now completely off and that Gojo had tossed the fabric aside. Geto immediately hooked his legs over your own before forcefully spreading them apart, leaving you wide and exposed to their perverted gazes. Gojo let out a whistle as he dragged a chair over before sitting on it, his face now right across your bare cunt.

"Fuck- fuck you- fuck you!" you gasped out and cursed, feeling lightheaded from the situation. "How does she look?" Geto asked, both of them ignoring you and you could hear the hunger in his voice and the sensation of his cock twitching against you. "Oh, she's perfect~" Gojo responded and you knew they were referring to your pussy as its own person- somehow giving it more praise and respect than they've ever given you, "And oh so wet~"

"I want to see." Geto demanded, not having the same view as Gojo, "Can't let you have all the fun."

"Sure thing, pal." Gojo said, not taking his eyes off of your pussy as he continued to stare, hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "Gojo- don't you dare-" You barked out, understanding what he was going to do- but what you hoped sounded aggressive came out soft and subservient. The man simply snorted in response, ignoring your pleas as he opened up his phone camera and started taking pictures of your pussy. You shut your eyes and squealed everytime you heard the shutter of the camera, trembling body still held tightly in Geto's arms.

"Her hole clenches every-time I take a picture~" Gojo cooed, bringing a hand up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart even more, making your back arch against Geto, "And look at this little clit! So fucking cute!"

"Just show it to me already!" Geto snarled, impatient. "Alright, alright." Gojo responded with a roll of his eyes, standing up before turning the phone towards the two of you, a shot of your spread pussy on screen. You turned your head away and closed your eyes, ears ringing at how humiliated you felt-

and pussy dripping at how good it was.

"Oh, she does look delicious!" Geto praised, gripping your chin as he forced you to turn your head back towards the phone, making you look at the picture, "You have such a pretty cunt and you hid it from us for so long?"

You whined cutely as you looked at the picture- a closeup shot of your spread cunt with a clear view of your clit and hole, your cunt glistening with slick.

"Seriously!" Gojo barked as he started swiping, showing off the various photos of your pussy that were now in his possession, "If we knew all you wanted was some fucking, we'd have pounded this pussy ages ago! I've always wanted a sex toy."

"Don't you have like a dozen already?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure this bitch's cunt will feel way better than some silicone~"

"I hate you-" you gasped out, any and all fight leaving your bones (not that there was much to begin with) as you leaned your head against Geto's shoulder, "I hate you both- so much-"

"Yeah?" Geto asked, the tone in his voice clearly indicating that he wasn't taking you seriously, "Well, this pussy says otherwise."

He let go of your chin and snaked his hand down quickly to cup your pussy, making you yelp. You didn't know if what you felt was shame or relief that there was finally a hand on your cunt- finally some friction against your dripping womanhood. You tossed your head back, eyebrows furrowed and lip trapped under your teeth as Geto's long fingers started gliding through your pussy lips. The slick sound of him rubbing circles over your hole and collecting your wetness echoed through the room, the sound making your ears burn and your chest feel like it was on fire.

This is was so...so...

so fucking fun...

"She's loving this~" Gojo predicted accurately, eyes darting between your blissful expression and Geto's fingers toying with your body, "Fucking whore- slutty bitch- oh, we are going to have fun with you~"

"Her pussy is growing wetter by the second." Geto noted, cock fully erect and throbbing against you, his other arm slowly letting go of the hold around your neck, confident that you were going to stay right there like a good little girl. You gasped as the head spinning pressure was finally off of you, taking in a few deep breaths but choking on it just as quickly as the man started using his slick covered fingers to run circles over your clit.

"You're dripping all over the table, little bitch~" Gojo teased, taking a couple more pictures before pocketing it, "Fuck- let me feel too- or- actually-"

He sat back on the chair, pulling it closer before gripping your thighs, an eager grin on his face:

"I'm gonna eat~"

"Get used to this, little bitch." Geto growled into your ear, pulling his hand away from your cunt and snickering at your whine of disappointment, "You're our toy now and we are going to do whatever we want to you, understand?"

His hands came upto your chest, lithe fingers starting to undo the buttons of your shirt one by one, revealing a patch of skin before the peeks of your bra. Gojo licked his lips and moved forward, his hot breath fanning against your slick cunt.

"Whatever. We. Want."

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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ daily anon request: I finally get to request ddic MY TIMES BOUT A SHINE !! !! !! !

OKAY, OKAY, how about the ddlc girls and reader (gender neutral) in which reader has been pining the girls for 2 years? But reader didnt know that girls has been pining reader too!

(pining basically means infatuated or deeply inlove where you think its not possible to be together🤓🤭)

Just angst then comfort at the end, like they snaps and confesses to reader when theyre both arguing and readers like "damn, you feel the same way?"

SEPARATE ‼️🙏🏻

Also, what would be your fave char in ddlc? Mine would be monika! She's the sweetest💕💕

-daily! Anon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ OMG LET'S GOOO DDLC!!

Also- ARE WE TWINSIES OR SOMETHING?! Monika is my favorite too!! At the beginning I was like "oooh Monika is the one I want ^^" AND I FELT SO BETRAYED WHEN I COULDN'T WRITE A POEM FOR HER ToT

It's alright tho, she got her ending <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Sayori isn't the most obvious at letting someone know she has a crush on them... she's usually pretty secret with it even if she tries to be obvious

✧ and apparently, your signs are too small for her as well because she doesn't see anything that could boost her confidence and get her to confess to you!

✧ so when one day you have a fight about whayever, as long as it's serious one, she feels it's harder to keep her emotions in with every passing second

"I'm trying my best, okey? It feels like you're completely blind to my work!"

"I'm not blind! Listen, I get you may need attention but you can't blame me for not noticing the tiniest details!"

"Except it's not details! You think why I'm always rushing towards wending machine when you say you're thirst or hungry? Or why I smile so brightly when I see you?!"

"Huh? Well.... wait.. are you.."

"Yes..! Maybe I did feel for you but-"

"Wait, you too-?"

✧ during your fight the girl probably began to get a bit emotional and the only thing that stopped her from changing into crying mess was your sudden confession

✧ it's pretty obvious she was a bit shocked at your blunt answer, both shocked that you didn't noticed her hints and that you actually felt the same when she tried noticing something for past 2 YEARS if not more!

✧ in the end tho, she's truly happy you two can finally be together like she always dreamed about~

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@hayillaaaaaaa - come get your hungry sleepyhead!

✧ Yuri's hints are actually very easy to miss, even if she's trying her best to make you notice them

✧ she's quite shy so even if you give her obvious clue, she'll wait for you to notice hers first... unless lots of time passes, then she'll try to confess...

✧ but before that, she's just gonna quietly admire you from afar... and you seem to be blind because how do you not notice her little acts of service she does only for you?

✧ so when the two of you have small fight, she tried replying calmly but her tone and way with words was still harsh and firm

"I didn't do anything. Someone else must've done it. I admit, I used spare keys to your locker, but only to give you somethign sweet..."

"Sweet? There wasn't anything like that! Why would you even want to give me that without ocassion?!"

"Well I... just wanted to see you happy and... to notice..."

"Notice what, huh?"

"N-Notice that I like.. you..."

✧ she probably accidentally mumbled it out to avoid you getting too mad at her... she prefered to admit to her feelings than let you hate her for something she didn't do, mean or want

✧ under bangs, she's definitely blushing like crazy after what she just did

✧ but hearing your reassurance and how you feel, quickly makes her smile softly, but also adds to the blush.. just a little bit~

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@hayillaaaaaaa - come get your shy bookworm~

✧ Natsuki knows her hints are easy to miss... but even then, she had no plans on changing the way they are

✧ she's not gonna be lovey dovey! Even if you give her quite obvious hints, she's not gonna confess... she might make her hints w tad bit more obvious tho...

✧ like giving you a special treatment that no one else gets, hoping you'll notice how she feels

✧ but when you don't, even she can get annoyed! Especially when she doesn't notices a single of your clues!

"You're just so blind!! Why even are you getting someone flowers?!"

"Well to confess of course! I think it's nice addition..."

"Then why didn't you just said you're not interested?! I've been giving you special treatment just to discover you don't feel the same!?"

"But the flowers were for you-"

"Exactly! You- wait, what...?"

✧ you got her shocked and emberassed she had to admit to her feelings in literal argument...

✧ but hey, at least she's calm down because she doesn't have to deal with your bluntness and worrying about her crush!

✧ so it all ends well if you ask her~ tho she probably won't admit to that so easily

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@hayillaaaaaaa - come get your tsundere!

✧ Monika thinks she's quite obvious with her hints, she's so flirty, yet she gets how you'd miss them since she limits them to not make anyone uncomfortable by accident

✧ but she's not giving up! She's patient, so she's ready to wait as long as you're not running to anyone else

✧ but poor girl is so in love, she thinks your hints aren't really thinks and it's just her crush acting up!

✧ and oh how surprised was she when you two ended up in calm yet slightly heated argument

"Why did you even do that?!"

"I didn't mean anything bad by doing it! I simply wanted to make your day easier..."

"Well it obviously didn't work!"

"I'm sorry I just... I wanted to do something nice for the one I love..."

"You didn-! 'The one you love'...?"

✧ in the end she had no choice but to admit to it if she didn't wanted to loose the most important person in her life... so she was willing to just admit to it

✧ and you bet she felt so happy when you returned her feelings and the argument turned out to be just a big misunderstanding

✧ plus, she can finally be with you! So she's proudly admitting all you both went to was worth the ending~

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@hayillaaaaaaa - come get your perfect pianist~

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 10

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love being idiots

Word Count: ~3200

A/N: Here we are with the next chapter! I have to prep for an important work event on Saturday that will more than likely cut into my writing time, so there may not be another update until next week, but until then enjoy our pining dumbasses!

(As always, thanks to the fantabulous @theradioactivespidergwen for the divider!)

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

"Come on , you stupid thing," you grumbled at the Bulletin's ancient copier as it sputtered and creaked. "I know it's early, but work , damn you."

You weren't in the best mood this morning -- you hadn't slept well, your mind choosing to replay your almost-kiss with Matt from the previous evening every time you closed your eyes.

You looked over at the doorway as the sound of footsteps neared. "Oh, hey, there you are," Skyler said as she poked her head in the doorway. "You have a visitor."

Your heart leaped. "Who is it?"

Skyler sighed wistfully. "The future father of my children. He didn't give his name but he's a really hot blonde-haired dude."

Part of you wished that it had been Matt, but after the way you had run out on him the previous night you supposed that would've been too much to hope for. "Okay, thanks."

Skyler stepped fully into the copy room, her brow furrowing. "Hey, are you alright?"

You shrugged. "I'm fine."

Skyler crossed her arms. "No, you don't look happy. Did something happen with Chef Hottie last night? Because I don't care how many Michelin stars he has, I'll go kick his ass if I need to."

You huffed out a soft laugh and shook your head. "Not necessary. I'm just tired."

Skyler nodded and uncrossed her arms. "As long as you're okay."

"I am. Thanks for your concern, though. I really appreciate it."

Skyler gave you a quick hug. "Of course. You're my bestie, I'm not going to let anyone mess with you."

You gave her a hug back. "Ditto. I'll tell you all about last night as soon as I deal with whoever this is, 'kay?"

Skyler nodded, then winked. "You'd better." 

You followed her out of the copy room and into the bullpen, your eyebrows raising as you spotted your visitor. "Chef Nelson." 

Chef Nelson raised his hand in greeting. "Hi. Is this a bad time?"

You shook your head. "Oh, no, I was just fighting with our copy machine, but I can let someone else have a turn trying to battle it out. What can I do for you?"

Chef Nelson bit his lip. "Can we talk?"

You nodded. "Sure."

You turned towards Skyler. "By the way, Sky, this is Chef Nelson, Chef Murdock's business partner. Chef Nelson, this is Skyler. She's our Lifestyle writer here at the Bulletin ."

Skyler reached out to shake Chef Nelson's hand, a broad smile spreading across her face. "It's nice to meet you, Chef Nelson."

"Nice to meet you too," Chef Nelson replied with an equally broad smile. "And please, call me Foggy -- uh, both of you."

You smiled to yourself. You could practically see the cartoon hearts floating above both Foggy's and Skyler's heads. 

You nodded. "Sure."

You turned towards Skyler. "I'll be in the conference room. Foggy, you can follow me."

You led Foggy to the conference room, your heart twisting as you remembered doing the same thing with Matt not even a week earlier.

You closed the door and gestured to a chair. "Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink? Water, coffee… tea?"

Foggy shook his head as he sat. "No, thank you."

You sat across from him. "So what can I help you with?"

Foggy took a deep breath. "I um, I just wanted to apologize for interrupting you and Matt last night. I had no idea that he, uh, had company at the restaurant and didn't mean to intrude."

You shook your head, your heart beginning to thrum nervously in your chest. "No, you weren't intruding. I was just there to taste some new recipes that Matt had said he was thinking about adding to the menu. We had already finished and were just talking when you came in."

Foggy huffed out a laugh. "Seemed like a pretty important conversation."

Your face heated. You weren't sure what exactly Matt had told Foggy about your evening together. "Nothing he and I couldn't talk about later."

You licked your lips nervously. "By the way, how, um, how is Matt this morning?" 

Foggy shook his head. "I don't know, I haven't talked to him yet today. We start prepping later on Tuesdays since Matt's always experimenting in the kitchen until really late on Mondays."

"Oh." You couldn't help but wonder if Matt had ever had anyone else over to the restaurant for a 'blind tasting'. "Okay."

Foggy studied you. "You know, I really do appreciate you giving him a second chance after you two started off on the wrong foot. Not that I'm trying to make excuses for him, but he's been through a lot in the past couple of years and is still dealing with some stuff."

You shook your head. "It's not a problem. And there's no need to apologize for last night, I promise."

"Thanks so much." Foggy stood. "I should get going -- I have a couple of errands to run before I head to the restaurant, but thanks for taking the time to talk with me."

You nodded. "Of course. Here, I'll walk you out."

You opened the door to the conference room and ushered Foggy out into the bullpen, stopping by Skyler's desk. "You know, I actually really do need to get back to my battle with the copier, so Sky, would you mind walking Foggy out?"

Skyler shook her head. "No, it'd be my pleasure."

"Thanks." You turned towards Foggy. "Thanks for dropping by."

Foggy nodded, his eyes firmly on Skyler. "Sure."

Skyler stood. "Right this way."

You shook your head with a smile as Skyler and Foggy headed towards the elevator. There was no denying the chemistry between those two and you would've been shocked if Skyler didn't come back with Foggy's phone number at the very least, if not a date.

You headed back to the copy room, determined to beat the copy machine at its own game.

You had finally gotten it to cooperate when Skyler came in, sighing happily.

You grinned over at her. "You're welcome."

She playfully shook her finger at you. "Girl, why didn't you tell me Chef Hottie's business partner was even hotter than him?"

You huffed out a laugh. "I only met Foggy one time before last night, which reminds me…" 

You grabbed your copies. "Come on, let's go get some coffee and I'll tell you about it."

You walked into the break room, pointedly ignoring Kelsie, who was talking to another one of your coworkers. 

"James surprised me with tickets to this very exclusive wine tasting event upstate  this weekend," she was saying. "Only the finest vintages will be served."

You rolled your eyes. You had never met Kelsie's boyfriend and knew absolutely nothing about him (nor did you care to), but you had certainly heard his name enough times to already be tired of hearing about him.

Kelsie sneered over at you. "Well, I guess I better go get started on my Restaurant Week coverage since someone stole the feature story from me."

You sighed to yourself as they left the break room, grabbing the bag of coffee you kept at work and filling the permanent filter pod for the office Keurig before popping it into the brewer.

" God , I can't stand her," Skyler muttered. "Anyway, tell me about last night."

You filled a cup with some water and poured it into the reservoir before placing the cup underneath the Keurig and setting it to brew. "Okay, well, Matt was waiting in the lobby to unlock the door for me when I got to Daredevil," you began. "I was supposed to watch him cook again, but instead he sat me down at a table near the kitchen then went to get some water and crackers."

You bit your lip. "After he came back he, um, he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and asked me if it was okay if we did a blind tasting."

"He blindfolded you?" A small smirk appeared on Skyler's face. "Kinky."

You huffed out a laugh. "It wasn't like that! Matt just wanted me to be able to understand how he develops his flavors and have me judge a dish using my non-visual senses."

You shook your head. "Anyway, he brought out the first dish, which was a butternut squash risotto with pancetta that both smelled and tasted amazing ."

Skyler hummed. "Ooh, that does sound delicious."

You nodded. "It really was."

"So how was it trying to eat without being able to see your food?"

You huffed out a breath as your coffee finished brewing. "Honestly, it was really disorienting. Matt had to help me find my spoon for the risotto and since he had me eat a cracker and drink some water in between dishes so I wouldn't still be tasting what I had just eaten when he brought out the next dish I was terrified of spilling my water all over. Luckily I made it through without making a mess."

Skyler smiled softly at you as she took a turn at the Keurig. "Something tells me he would've been understanding even if you had accidentally spilled something."

You nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. Anyway, the second dish wound up being a beet hummus, which I'm afraid to say was awful ."

You grinned at the memory. "Luckily Matt tasted it and agreed with me that it was terrible, that it was definitely a no for the menu."

You continued telling Skyler about the different dishes Matt had you try, including the pesto-parmesan linguine that you were still thinking about. "Finally he brought out this blood orange cremé bruleé that he had been working on and a blood orange mimosa to go with it, and oh my god, Sky, it was so damn good."

You took a sip of your coffee. "I made a joke about it replacing Matt's tiramisu as my favorite dessert and it actually turned out that he had also made some tiramisu and wanted me to try it since he had tweaked the recipe. He also said I could take the blindfold off then asked if I wanted some more champagne since he had opened a new bottle for the mimosa and there was no sense in letting it go flat."

Skyler took a sip of her own coffee. "I'm sure that wasn't the only reason, but go ahead."

"The tiramisu was even better than the first one he had made for me, so he said since it had my approval it was ready to go on the menu." You bit your lip, second-guessing whether you should tell Skyler about the rest of your evening. "I, um, I asked him to tell me when it was added to the menu so I could be there to order it as soon as they opened, and Matt joked that he'd have it ready for me when I arrived, so I asked if he'd bring it out to me personally and he said yes, that he'd make the time to come say hi… and then he asked me what I looked like."

Skyler's eyebrows raised. "He did?"

You nodded. "He said that he'd had a blank picture of me in his head all week so he had been curious then he said that he could picture people based on physical descriptions alone but could more accurately picture them if he felt their facial features, so after I described myself to him I told him he could feel my face if he wanted."

"And did he?"

Your face heated at the memory of Matt's fingertips softly gliding along your skin, his brow furrowed in concentration as he painted a mental picture of you. 

You nodded. "He said I was beautiful… then he leaned in to kiss me."

Skyler gasped. "You kissed him? "

You winced and quickly shook your head. "Right before we did Foggy came in from the kitchen and startled me, so I jumped back. He apologized for interrupting and I said that it was fine, that I needed to go anyway, and then I grabbed my stuff and practically ran out of there."

Skyler groaned out your name. "Girl. Why? "

"Because I'm an idiot, that's why." You sighed. "I panicked. "

"And that's why you couldn't sleep."

You nodded. "I kept replaying it in my head over and over, trying to imagine different scenarios and ways it could have turned out if Foggy hadn't shown up or if I hadn't bolted. That's actually why he came by -- to apologize again for interrupting me and Matt last night."

You bit your lip as a thought struck you. "He said that Matt had been through a lot in the past couple of years, so what if Kelsie is actually right? What if Matt is just pretending to like me so I'll write a positive article about him that'll help him rebuild his reputation?"

Skyler shook her head. "Do you even know what could have happened to where Matt would need to rebuild his reputation?"

You shook your head in response. "No."

"Then don't listen to Kelsie. I'm sure she's just making shit up."

"I hope so, because I really like him. I haven't felt this way about anyone in a really long time, Sky, so if it turns out he's been playing me this whole time…" You trailed off with a sigh.

"Hey, if he has been then that offer to kick his ass still stands." Skyler smiled at you. "No matter how hot his business partner is."

"Oh, shit, yeah." You shook your head to clear it. "How was walking Foggy out? You seemed pretty happy when you came back."

Skyler grinned. "Well, that's because I have a date Saturday morning. Foggy and I are going to go have coffee before he has to get to the restaurant."

You smiled. I knew it. "That's great. I'm really happy for you."

Skyler studied you. "So what are you going to do about Matt?"

You shook your head. "I'm just going to wait until my article is turned in and see how it goes."

You finished your coffee and rinsed your cup out. "I need to start going over these printouts."

Skyler gave you a brief hug. "Hey, I'm sure everything is going to be fine."

You nodded. "I hope so."

You really hoped so, because with the way you were starting to feel about Matt you weren't sure if you could handle a broken heart.

"Combine properly, damn it," Matt growled at the dough he was trying to prepare for the night's supply of dinner rolls. "Why aren't you cooperating?"

"Because you're being mean to it," Foggy said as he came into the kitchen. "Well, that or the fact that your yeast is still sitting over here on the prep counter."

Matt groaned then dumped the dough into the trash. "Shit ."

Foggy chuckled. "Good morning to you too, buddy."

Matt turned his head towards him as Foggy passed him to go wash his hands. "You went by the Bulletin this morning. I can smell newsprint on you."

Foggy hummed in the affirmative. "As a matter of fact, I did. And before you ask, yes, she looked just as miserable as you do."

Matt could feel his friend studying him. "I'm not miserable , I'm just tired. I got less sleep than usual."

"Are you ready to tell me what happened last night?"

Matt nodded. "Originally the plan was for her to come watch me work on developing those new dishes for the menu, but I decided to make it a blind tasting instead in order to try to make it a bit more… personal."

Foggy chuckled. "You mean romantic."

"Yeah, okay, romantic." Matt sighed as he began to re-make the dough for the rolls. "And it seemed like it was working, too -- she was responding positively to my hints that I'm attracted to her."

He shook his head. "Everything was going great -- she gave me some really good feedback on the dishes and was joking around with me about the cremé bruleé surpassing the tiramisu as her new favorite dessert of mine, so I asked her to taste the final recipe before she made that distinction.

"She loved it, of course, and said to let her know when we added it to the menu so she could be the first one in line to order it once we opened that day, so I told her that I'd have it ready for her when she arrived, and she asked if I'd bring it out to her personally and I said of course, that I'd definitely make the time to come say hi to her."

Foggy huffed out a laugh. "Wow, you two are not subtle."

Matt shook his head as he mixed all of the ingredients and began to knead the dough together. "It's been driving me crazy not having any sort of clue what she looks like, so I asked her. She seemed a bit surprised at the question, which honestly was understandable since I just kind of threw it at her out of nowhere, but I explained how I can "see" people by touching them, so after she described herself to me she offered to let me feel her facial features."

He smiled to himself as his mental picture of you floated into his mind. At least he managed to get that before everything went to shit. "I told her she was beautiful, and that's when I tried to kiss her."

"And when I walked in and ruined the moment."

Matt shook his head. "It's not your fault, really. Obviously I had misread something between us somewhere and trying to kiss her made her uncomfortable." 

He covered the (now correctly prepared) dough and put it in the refrigerator to rise. "I spent all night replaying everything in my head trying to figure out exactly where I screwed up. She's the most incredible woman to ever come into my life, Foggy, I don't know what I'd do if it turned out she was just using me like Elektra did."

"I honestly don't think she is, Matty, but speaking of meeting incredible women…" Foggy huffed out a happy sigh. "I'm pretty sure I met my future wife today."

Matt chuckled as he moved to the sink to wash and dry his hands. "Well at least one of us is sure. Who is she?"

"Her name is Skyler -- she's the Lifestyle writer at the Bulletin ."

Matt nodded. "Oh, yeah, I met her the other day. She seemed nice."

"We're going out for coffee on Saturday morning, so I might be a bit late getting here depending on how well things go."

Matt patted Foggy on the back. "I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks." Foggy paused. "So what are you going to do about everything?"

Matt shook his head. "I don't know yet. Probably just wait until the article comes out on Monday and go from there."

Foggy sighed. "Well no matter what you decide, I'm here for you, buddy."

"Thanks." Matt began dicing tomatoes for the marinara sauce, his mind drifting back to you by his side as you cut up tomatoes for the salads at Clinton Church.

He really hoped you weren't just using him, because he was pretty sure he was already falling for you.

[moosemonstrous]

I never write in the second person, but it seemed to fit, so 🤷

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - Yegor Ivanov's edition

Say, you're in charge of security on a large, well-appointed quasi-military base housing twenty thousand people - mostly J-techs and their families, but also a sizeable assortment of soldiers, scientists, medical staff, relief workers and support crew. It's the most stable job you've ever had. The general populace is just so grateful for the giant robots you deploy to fight the ever-nastier demons crawling out of The Breach, you barely have to pay any attention to actual security part of it. Your subordinates haven't reported a single issue they couldn't deal with themselves in years. The eggheads fight between each other to secure your approval. You have the respect of the international leaders for keeping Hong-Kong off of their priority list. Somehow, in this beautiful, messed up world you managed to carve yourself out an existence most people can only dream of.

And you got there by making a hard decision once, ten years ago. Eli Morrow was a dangerous psychopath and once his usefulness ran its course, it was your responsibility to put him down. Sometimes, one man has to pull the trigger for the good of the many, and that day you pulled the trigger. Figuratively. It was a regrettable situation, but you don't really regret it, because you gave Eli every chance under the sun to pull himself together.

You said it broke your heart, to see what he did to his brother, but secretly you were relieved. You've done many terrible things together, before the monsters stopped being just men in a different uniform. You had a good handle on Eli for so long, you almost forgot that rabid dogs will bite their master's hand given half a chance. If it hadn't been poor Alberto, it would've been you.

You didn't believe for a second Beto's kids turned up on base purely by accident. Call it fate, or karma, or whatever you want, you can't pretend seeing a mirror image of a young Eli in your own damn hangar doesn't strike a chord deep in your chest. It's not a pleasant sensation.

You have no idea what their mother told them - she was smart enough to get out before all hell came loose, so maybe she was also smart enough to keep her mouth shut. The younger one is a non-issue, at least. You forgot he had the--the whatsit, some condition the medical was working on, the hook you had on the Reyeses to keep them on base. You should dig into the files, see if the same hook will work on the older one.

And you need all the hooks you can think of, because you fucked up. You panicked and figured, well, he doesn't know his old man's jaeger is a goddamn death trap kept only because it would be more expensive to take it apart. He doesn't know it killed every recruit to ever step a foot in it. And he's as sentimental as his father was, all wide-eyed at the sight of the machine making up a good portion of your nightmares.

Only Robbie Reyes is a little too much like his uncle, too, because he doesn't. Fucking. Die.

The whole K-Sci department is very excited, of course. The techs aren't. You should've timed yourself better, made sure Canelo and the rest of the old guard were off-shift when you brought Robbie to The Charger. Now they're watching your hands and lowering their voices whenever you step into the hangar. You can't make the problem disappear without someone starting to ask questions. You need to be smarter than that.

If you can't get rid of him, you must learn to control him. He's no Eli Morrow - and you kept a lid on that can of worms for nearly a decade, from boot camp through black ops to TJP. One scowling teenager is nothing. He needs a strong hand and a little misdirection, that's all.

He watches you too, though. Like he already knows. He can't--can he? How? Who would've told him?

That broken eye of his is tripping you up, that's all. A strong hand, and a promise of medical support for the younger one - you will have him asking 'how high' before the next demon is due.

Besides, piloting jaegers is such a dangerous job. Anything could happen out in the sea. You can live through another regrettable loss. You don't think you can live through whatever Robbie Reyes is planning when he looks at you like that.

[demon-blood-youths]

An Unlikely Truce Against Common Enemy || Drabble

Hi everyone! This is Deamon-mun writing a funny drabble for @the-silver-peahen-residence regarding the asks. So here is the cast.

----- Cast -------

The JJK cast ( Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Noabra Kugasaki and Maki Zen'in. All are rped by Peahen mun )

Mineta from BHA and a OC named Bradely ( also rped by Peahen-mun)

Oda's Demons ( Hayato Itachi, Iku Gash, Moudo Namzu, Shukaku Shōtsū, Syuuta Masamune ) rped by me.

Taz Hellion and Kisho/Daichi rped by me.

----- Summary -----

Someone went to the campus of Jujutsu Tokyo High one night. Yuuji and the gang find out who was responsible as they found evidence and so they went to Nagoya. Where the famed Oda's Demons faction lives. How will this play out?

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In Nagoya City, where the Oda clan ruled. Three middle-school delinquents are hanging out near the vending machine, vaping and talking about current events.

"Hey! Did you heard?" One delinquent said with messy bangs.

"What?" A second asked with a pompadour haircut.

"I heard some Oda demons went to Tokyo and got into a fight with some school, guys" He informs his two buddies.

"Huh?! How is that news, Jin?" Said the third who has bleached blue hair.

"Yeah! I bet the fraction already beat them up!"

"Yeah, but that's the thing...I heard one of the students there beat up Hayato the Wind Blade!" Said the man with the messy bangs named Jin talking to Seiya with the pompadour and Teru who has blue hair.

"Shit, for real? Whose is it?" Seiya asked.

"I don't know but there are rumors that it must be the Tiger of West High."

"Hah? Isn't the Tiger of West High from Sendai? The hell he's doing in Tokyo?" Teru asked.

"Maybe he must of move to Tokyo due to school or some shit." Said Seiya.

"I don't know, man. But I'm telling ya, it's a rumor. Don't know if it's real or not but I saw Hayato came back with a cast. So it's gotta be." Said Jin.

"You should keep quiet man, you can't let one of the Oda guys hear you, or else we get beat up. Besides! We're going to join them, remember?! We can't go in if we talk shit about their upper ranks!" Said Seiya.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry!" Jin sighed.

"Hey, you three!" The three became startled as a voice calls them out. Shit! The three prepared themselves that it must be the Oda faction. But they were surprised to see something unexpected. A different group approached. A huge group. Three boys and three girls. What the? Jin narrows his eyes at this. Their uniforms. They seemed familiar but he couldn't pinpoint which.

"Yeah? Whaddya want?" Seiya said, looking at them with a scowl, didn't like to be spooked. But for some reason, Jin senses there's something is going on. The three boys and two girls look a bit pissed while one girl looks worried.

"Where can we find the Oda clan around her?" Said a brunette with her hands on her hips, frowning.

The three delinquents blinked at the group and looked confused. The tall dark one whose hair is spiky like a sea unchrin, crossed his arms, "Well? Do you?" He asked.

Then Teru goes, "You wanna know WHERE the Oda fraction is? You gotta be out of your damn mind!"

"Yeah! What business ya got with them?!" Seiya said. Is this another rival faction or what?!

"Something we need to talk about." Said black sea unchrin. The three look at the group like they're crazy. Because they know what a 'talk' means and it is anything but. Jin goes, "Man, if you wanna know. The Oda faction is in charge of pachikos, arcades, and some shitty loan sharks! You guys will be screwed-"

"It's fine." This time, Jin gulped and so did his friends. They see a guy with pink hair with an undercut. He has scars...under his eyes. That guy looks serious and had that look where you don't want to fuck with him. "So...where. are. they?" The pink-haired guy questioned.

"Er..well...they must be in one of the izakaya next to King Maō Parlor. That's their usual spot. Izakaya Bandai. You won't miss them." Said Jin with his two friends nodding in agreement. Then the pink-haired guy smiles, "Thank you." And so the group leaves with the foreigner girl saying a quiet thank you to them with a bow. The three delinquents look at each other, "Do you think?"

"Nah. Couldn't be it...." Then the three delinquents decided to go to iazkaya where the members of the Oda fraction hangs out.

----- Izakaya Bandai ----

Hayato and his teammates, Moudo, Iku, Shukaku, and Syuuta were hanging out. Hayato is eating his meal which is goyza. His favorite food along with some tomato juice and miso soup.

Iku is sulking. After his display at the Jujutsu High, he was punished and suspended from his usual activities for the time being He is drinking his coffee can. Shukaku is talking with Moudo and Syuuta about the meeting and Rioto.

"So..hold on. Rioto goes to a school for sorcerers. Jujutsu Sorcerers? The ones that beat Hayato?"

"Only one!" Hayato interjects. He will acknowledge Yuuji Itadori won fair and square so he needs to recover and train so it won't happen again. The other two don't count as much as he hates to admit.

Shukaku nods, "Yes. Only one and two gave Hayato some trouble." To which Hayato groans but keeps on eating, "Plus Iku..."

Iku clicks his tongue.

"Got defeated by a man named Sukuna, a demon inside Itadori Yuuji. He's seriously stronger than a normal demon! It got my tail between my legs." Shukaku smiles wryly. "But...Rioto went to the one in Kyoto and he told me that there are interesting humans there as well. One that manipulates blood, one that controls human-sized puppets. He called them cursed corpses, non-living objects." The boy continues, "Then there's one that can fly on a broomstick, and oh! There is one who claps his hands to switch objects and people's positions! He said it's disorienting. Almost like my ability!" Shukaku chuckles.

"What about the ones from Tokyo?" Syuuta said. Shukaku begins, "I saw three of them first hand and Rioto's intel proves to be correct. There is one named Fushguro which Rioto nicknames...Dark Lord who summons creatures from the darkness. Or rather....from my observation, he uses shadows as a medium to summon otherworldly creatures. So he isn't too far off." Shukaku chuckles.

"Guess Dark Lord fits, huh?" Syuuta laughed. Moudo speaks up, "And there's a girl who uses nails and hammers! She's really scary."

"Doesn't sound that scary! Nails and hammer?!" Syuuta hums. Shukaku chuckles, "Actually...she is. For some reason, her nails are imbued with cursed energy. Plus, I saw her carrying a straw doll. I was tailing the folks for a while...like a few hours and got a gist of their abilities. But the interesting one is Itadori, he is a fighter much like Hayato yet a human housing a cursed spirit like Sukuna. I wouldn't be surprised if this Sukuna is a demon. It makes me wonder why Sukuna hasn't Yuji signed a contract with him"

"Where is Rioto getting all this information from?"

"Most likely his idol, Daichi who doesn't mind telling him about it."

"You mean that cringed hero guy that Rioto watches every day?"

"That cringed hero guy bested Rioto in a duel. Rioto tells me that Daichi is as strong as his friends." Shukaku reminds him. "How long he's going to be there?" Moudo asked. Moudo likes Rioto. He's nice and helps him out with his mud-earth abilities. In a way, he looks up to Rioto as a fellow brother.

"Until he graduates..." Shukaku said. "But...it's not bad. He visits from time to time after he is followed for a moment. I made sure to erase any suspicion. Oh! I meet his friend, Kamo Noritoshi! He's pretty nice!" He said.

"Where's Rioto, anyway?" Hayato asked.

"With Oda as we speak." Shukaku smiles. The members of Oda were drinking and talking until they hear comottion from outside. Hayato stops eating and hears comottion. That smell.

Doors opened with two Oda followers thrown down onto the floor. Then several people came in. Hayato blinks while Iku is in disbelief before glaring, "Oh what the hell?"

"Eh?" Shukaku blinked and so did Moudo and Syuuta. Shukaku knows those faces. Speak of the devil...

"Where's Oda?!" Yuuji Itadori yelled.

"What the hell?" Hayato said, standing up. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't give us that! You came to our school, you creep!" Nobara shouted.

"Creep?!" Hayato growls, standing up now. "What the hell are you talking about?! We didn't do anything since the match!"

"You came to the girls' room and took their stuff!" Daichi yelled. Shukaku widen his eyes at this. But it isn't because his bangs are covering his eyes. "Wait what?' Moudo is shocked by this. Syuuta laughs, "Wow! Who are these punks?" He stands up. "Do you have any idea who we are?!"

"Um...Syuuta!" Moudo warns him. Syuuta laughs, not hearing Moudo as he walks over to the group. "You guys come here and accuse us of shit without proof. Who do you think are! Even if we, it's not girls like you! You ain't that pretty!"

"Um...Syuuta!" Shukaki goes to interject as Syuuta starts to manipulate water from his glass and starts to form at the top of his palm. Syuuta is wearing his beak mask and it opens, revealing sharp teeth. "Now how about you-"

BAM!

Several feet flying and Syuuta hits the wall. Syuuta with widen eyes made contact with the wall after Yuuji threw a punch to shut him up. Syuuta crashes onto the ground. "W-what?!" Syuuta asked stunned.

"Yeah.....sorry! Those are the guys we're talking about." Shukaku informs him.

"That's him?!" Syuuta yelled. Hayato grits his teeth, "I don't know where you get the idea like that but we didn't steal anything! Hell! I don't even come near your school!" Hayato said.

"Then explain this." Megumi shows Hayato a purple armband with the bright gold-yellow Oda crest on that. Shukaku raised a brow at this.

"I don't know anything about someone stealing and your girls' stuff!" Hayato said. "What kind of stuff did we steal anyway?!"

'You stole our panties and bras!" Noabra yelled. This silences the Oda faction as they look at them in disbelief.

"P-panties?' Moudo choked as Hayato's face turned red, "We didn't stole something like that! What the hell?!"

Iku scoffs, "Look at these stupid morons." Iku begins, getting most of Jujutsu High students to glare at Iku while Taz is worried. "Why in the hell do we have to go so much trouble to steal your underwear? That's the dumbest shit I ever heard. Do you hear yourself?"

"Then how do you explain the armband-"

"Maybe because you wanna find a fucking excuse to mess with us! Shit, we already apologize and now you come here with this?! Do you think we're the kind of people who do something like this?! If we're stealing something, it wouldn't be shit. It would be weapons and other important stuff."

"That's a good point." Megumi said coldly. "So you stole weapons?"

"Ha?! If we did, we will admit! But we didn't steal shit!" Iku points out, "if anything, it must be from your school and someone doesn't have the balls to fess up!"

"You bastard..." Yuuji is getting sick of tired of Iku's attitude. Iku stand his ground. He remember last time when he got hit. Not by this punk but that fucker named Sukuna. Of course, he is not in the mood to bring him out. But he did see one red eye under Yuji's eye as if daring him to say something to him.

"Okay then. Let me tell you this! First off, Moudo is too chickenshit to try that shit." Iku begins, so the other party can see some sense at least.

"HUH?!" Moudo blinked.

"Shukaku over here doesn't do that shit because he's not into that." Said Iku.

Shukaku nods, "Yep, yep! I wouldn't do that. I have standards!"

"Hayato is a skirt-chasing girl-obsessed dumbass."

"HEY!" Hayato yelled. But Iku continues, "But he won't cross a line of breaking into some girl's house and stealing someone's underwear. Hayato considered that some fucked-up shit!" The Oda members were surprised that Iku stood up for him. Yuuji widen his eyes slightly at him. The last time they met, Iku didn't want to apologize and blames Hayato entirely even if he had some part in it.

"AND! Syuuta over here just met you for the first time!" Iku jabs a finger at Yuuji's chest while jerking a thumb at a Syuuta who is being helped up by his squadron.

"As for me! That kinda thing is so fucking low, I don't do shit like that." Iku said. Shukaku adds, "And besides...wouldn't your school know who enters your school regarding that field spell?" He points out this with a question.

By field spell, they must mean the barrier that detects anyone passing through that has cursed energy. Demons carried cursed energy however...their other members either have low or no cursed energy.

Taz did tell her friend that the smell didn't come from any of the key members since the smell was new ever since the armband is discovered. So her friends suspect, it must be a non-demon member that Taz hasn't smelled before. But there is someone that can do this.

It couldn't be...right? She did say that Mineta was involved but when he did join the Oda clan? Maybe Mineta was hired to get panties. They need to get to the bottom of this.

"Hayato-sama!" A member of Hayato's squad barges in, "We got a problem!"

Oh now what...

"What is it?" Hayato asked.

"Someone is messing with our girls! Some guy tried hitting on one of them and kidnapped one! It's Tsuru! She got kidnapped!"

Kidnapped?! The jujutsu sorcerers thought.

"WHAT?!" Hayato shouted this time in anger, getting up from his seat. First the sorcerers, now this?! Today is not his day. Hayato goes to leave not before looking at Yuji and the others, "I will deal with this later but right now, I gotta save one of my own first! Also, I will track that fucker who went into your girls' rooms with my smell, deal?!"

Yuuji blinked but nods. "Okay....deal." He said,. Yuuji is a patient person and hearing that Hayato got mad that someone of their own got kidnapped, he can't get in between that. It's much bigger than stolen underwear. The two groups walked out and hoping Hayato keeps the end of his deal.

"You know...this reminds me of something..like a week ago" Shukaku begins to which Megumi looks over to him with a look. "What's that?" He asked before Shukaku went to explain the way there.

------ Somewhere -----

Inside a restaurant where they sell fried chicken. Two boys treat themselves on a job well-done One of them is Mineta, the infamous pervert known for stealing the panties of the opposite sex. He and Bradley are with two other boys who are of a similar mindset.

"I told you the plan worked didn't it?" He said. Mineta laughs as his new friend, Bradley is laughing. Both clink their glasses together while Bradley has his arm wrapped around a fair-skinned beautiful girl in a school uniform with brown short hair wearing a feather hairclip who is uncomfortable being here.

"Yeah...I couldn't believe it. I didn't think that planting an armband you took off from a gang like that would work. We haven't been caught yet!" Mineta said as he had the goods in his bag. The goods he nabbed from the Jujutsu High girls.

"Yeah! I told you it's a smart move! Nobody will know it's us. Once they find it, they're going to go down and fight them!" Said Bradley with a grin. "Instead of us!"

"Anyway! How do you know those Oda guys?"

"Everyone in Nagoya knows about them! I came here in search of beauties and they stopped me! A guy named Hayato always taking the girls and the girls around here loved him! It pisses me off"

"Hayato?"

"Yeah! One time, I was messing around in a host club and that damn bastard stepped in and throw my ass out of there!" Bradley said. "I saw him again when I was asking some high school girls to hang out with me. Got my ass kicked again! So I got mad and came across one of their group, beating them up. Some of their members are so weak. Nobody knows who though but me!" Bradley laughed.

"Wow! You're a genius!" Mineta said with two boys nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah! I got my revenge and you got your goods! Hayato is going to be pissed when accused of stealing panties! That is going ruin that bastard's reputation with the ladies, alright. Hayato wouldn't let that shit down and beat the shit out of those Jujutsu High guys. Ain't I great, sexy?" He asked. The girl narrows her eyes, "You're disgusting."

"Hey! If you get to know me then you would be all over me. I don't get why you see in that guy, Hayato!" Bradley goes on. Tsuru glares at them but then her eyes light up, starting to smile, and to which Mineta and two other pervert pales.

"Uh......"

"I mean! I'm the toughest and the smartest. Those Jujutsu guys have no idea what we did! Mineta said that they're the scariest but to me, they're so dumb that their so-called magic didn't realize that we entered their school last night. I mean...what do they do? Curse people? It's so lame. Yeah, the girls were so cute, I can't help but take pictures of them." Bradley laughs.

"Hey...Bradley..."

"And you managed to snag the goods! I mean...we both got we what wanted. I bet those Jujutsu students had no idea that they were tricked into believing it. Not only that, I took into the fact that those two groups fought each other once over some girls! So yeah! I did it!" He laughs.

"Bradley!" Mineta starts to tremble in fear as two angry people stand behind a sitting Bradley too invested in bragging about his so-called executed plan.

"Saying what?"

"What?! It's true! Hey! You know! We should see the fight and see who owns it. After that, maybe I should snag that raven-haired cutie from that school, or maybe that brunette with the short hair or oh! That cutie with orange markings on her cheek! Or that blondie. She looks super cute! I wanna grope her a-"

"BRADLEY! STOP!" Mineta screamed with tears in his eyes. Bradley blinks, "What! I'm just saying-"

Bradely's words were caught in his throat as he slowly turned over to his shoulder, seeing two pissed-off guys. Hayato and a guy wearing a Jujutsu High uniform as he has pink-haired hair with an undercut fashion. Hold on...he sees this guy somewhere.

"W-wait...you're that guy from New York." Bradely stammered. Yuji glares at him. "Yeah. I never thought you were the one behind it. But I can't be surprised."

"Oh well...."

"You fucking little shit, you got some guts framing us." Hayato growls.

"And break into our school and try to trick us with that plan of yours by having us fight against the Oda guys!" Yuji scowls. And they're not the only ones. There were people from the Jujutsu High and Oda faction pissed off. Looks like they heard it all straight from Bradley's mouth.

"Oh yeah! That's the guy that my squad talked about. He snatches one of our armbands from us." Shukaku said in a cheerful voice. Megumi cracks his knuckles, "You don't say?" He said, glaring at the creeps right now.

"Heh." Bradley grins nervously while Tsuru snakes out of Bradely's hold. "Hayato! You're here! This creep groped us and took me to this place!" Said Tsuru holding his arm and pointed at Bradely angrily.

"Did he now? Don't worry, I got this." Hayato said, patting Tsuru on the head, assuring her that everything was going to be fine while baring his teeth at Bradley.

Sweating bullets, Bradley laughs now, "Oh come on! I was joking! I didn't mean all that. It was a prank bro! I-" A resounding smack is heard as Yuji smacked the shit out of Bradley. Out of his chair and onto the floor. Mineta screams, telling his friends to run.

"MINETA! GET BACK HERE!" Yuji shouted, seeing him run or rather crawl under the tables of people sitting there, causing panic to escape to the outside.

"No way! I won't get caught again! Not again!' Mineta thought because he didn't want to bear the full brunt of Itadori's fury. Bradley can deal with that!

But he and his accomplices didn't get very far. His escape route is cut off when a giant skeletal hand blocks his path in the alleyway. Mineta and his friends cried out in terror seeing a huge skull with glowing red eyes looking down on them. Iku is standing in their way, glaring at them with a sneer. "Think you can outrun us in our turf?" Iku said.

Megumi grabs one creep and knocks him out with a punch. Another creep that is like a lizard tries to scale the walls but Nobara hits that one with her nails using her hammer, impaling the lizard creep's sleeves to the wall Iku helps out by taking the lizard off the wall and drops him between the two angry sorceresses.

"This is what you get for taking pictures!" Nobara yelled, hitting the creep with her toy hammer. Meanwhile, Daichi keeps firing at Mineta which the little pervert hero student keeps dodging. "HOLD STILL! YOU LITTLE-!" He yelled as Eito squawked angrily. Moudo helps out by trapping Mineta in mud. Mineta gasps, "NO!" He yells before he got blasted by a fireball.

Meanwhile, Bradley tries to fight Yuji and Hayato off.

"You bastards! I ain't afraid of you! You never stop me from getting sexy women! I am HIM!!" Bradley activates his quirk by turning his arms into metal and preparing to duke it out against the two.

But he was no match for the unlikely tag team beatdown that Yuji and Hayato delivered. It was straight-up jumping to which Tsuru and Taz saw justice being served. Tsuru is cheering for Hayato while Taz hopes her big brother will be alright and win this fight.

"You piece of shit! Who do you think you are?!" Hayato hits Bradley with a whirlwind punch, making the pervert spin in the air.

"Take this, you asshole! How dare you do that to my little sister and my friends!" Yuji punches him in the gut making Bradley bounced across the ground roughly.

Both boys were cursing Bradley out while beating the shit out of him in the process. Soon, the one-sided fight is over and Mineta, Bradley, and their accomplices are rounded up and tied up with rope in the middle of the street. Beaten and scared.

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"Ugh! I can't believe I have to buy another set of panties!" Nobara groans, glaring at Mineta and Bradley. Taz is upset while Maki comforts her. Tsuru goes to the girls, "I can help you guys buy new ones! I can show you some stores that sell them affordable and of good quality." She tells them.

"Please do." Said Maki. With that, the girls left with Tsuru leading the way. Now it's the boys taking care of this mess.

"What should we do with them, Itadori?" Megumi asked. Daichi is frowning, "We should curse them! Gojo-sensei gave us permission to beat them up."

"Hmmmm...." Yuji thinks. Already, he can hear Sukuna suggesting punishments for him to enact. Very visual and a bit gory for his taste.

"Now..boys...can we..." Bradley starts to negotiate but nobody wants to hear it.

"SHUT UP!" Three boys shouted at Bradley angrily. Mineta is shaking and is ready to cry.

"If I may...." Shukaku said. "How about you lend these troublemakers to us?" He suggested to the three sorcerers. Hayato nods, "Yeah! We can put these little shits to work!" He tells Yuji and his friends.

"After all...these guys think they're so smart that they thought their plan can work. Trying to mess with us both." Iku added. Syuuta nods. Now thinking about it, Yuji makes his decision. He looks to Hayato, "If you want them, take them. These guys brought trouble to your town and took your friend so I'm not against that, to be honest."

"Good." Hayato nods. "Anyway...nice...uh...bitchslap you give this creep! That was good."

"Thanks!" Yuji grins, "Also that whirlwind knock the air out of him! And oh! Sorry about barging in and accusing you of something you didn't do." He apologies.

"Eh. It's fine. I would be pissed too if something happened to my friends who are girls." Hayato said. After that match, Hayato did a lot of reflection. "Like Tsuru for example." Tsuru wouldn't like it if she knew what he did back at Tokyo. Ugh. Seeing Bradley reminds him about the bad choices he made. It really hit him personally.

Iku snaps his fingers for the Oda members to take Mineta, Bradley, and their two accomplices away.

"Wait! Where are we going?!" Mineta cries, panicking.

"Yeah! You can't do this!" Bradley yells. Shukaku chuckles, "Don't worry! You're going to pay for your crimes with some community service!"

"Meaning you guys...especially you two going somewhere far away that nobody will save you. Not even the pro-heroes." Iku smirks so evilly. This got Mineta and Bradley scared shitless. Mineta looks to Yuji and his friends, "Hey...hey! Come on, Yuji! I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again! Think about my classmates! What will they think if I go missing?!"

"Yeah! Mineta is a pro-hero! He has friends." Bradley nods.

Yuji stared blankly at the two before sighing, "I will let Midoriya know. But you know? You two need to think about what you did" He said it.

"Midoriya might agree with us that you need help so this is a better time than ever." Said Megumi sternly. Daichi nods in agreement.

"Take him away," Megumi said. Iku grins. Bradley and Mineta were crying and pleading with the Oda members but their words fell on deaf ears as they were being taken away. And so this leaves, Hayato, Moudo, and Shukaku with the Jujutsu High boys. There was this awkward silence...

"So!" Shukaku smiles, "You guys must come a long way! How about you and your group stay for the night? We will offer to pay for the hotel!" He smiles at the group. Yuji, Megumi, and Daichi look at each other.

"You know! I'm kinda tired." Daichi replied to which Megumi sighed, "Fine." He shrugs.

"Okay! Why not? We can tell Sensei about it." Yuji smiles.

"Great! Follow us!" Shukaku gestured for them to follow. Hayato follows them along with Moudo. And so, the relationship between the Oda faction and Jujtusu High is the start of getting on good terms with each other after dealing with a common enemy. Bringing a truce between them.

As for Mineta and Bradley, they are forced to do hard labor by the Oda faction with Iku watching over them. "You miss a spot!"

"This freakin sucks!" Mineta cries.

"Don't worry...we will find a way out of here," Bradley said. Mineta huffs, "Yeah right!" As they continue to clean.

To be continued??

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 23 -> CH 24

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Jack woke up and stretched his body out. He couldn't fight the smile that spread across his face thinking about last night. He reached for his phone and immediately shot a text to Y/n.

Jack: I think you've single-handedly cured my mental health.

He felt relaxed, like he had finally gotten sleep after being awake for days on end.

Y/n: haha I'm pretty sure both our hands were involved so it was a team effort. How did you sleep?

Jack laughed out loud and started typing again.

Jack: Like a baby. I haven't slept like that in a long time. Thank you for coming over last night...and for cumming in general I guess. ;)

Jack didn't usually do the flirty texting thing but Y/n brought this to the surface for some reason. He wanted to talk to her all the time and be in her presence. He wanted to hear more about what she thought of his writing and just listen to her talk about random things. He was really starting to feel invested in their connection and didn't want to let the fear change that.

Y/n: Good! I'm working a double today but I'll text you later tonight.

Jack put his phone down after reading her text knowing he would have to keep himself busy for the day. He wanted to finish up the last bit of painting in the other rooms so the house wouldn't smell so strongly of paint the next time he had Y/n over. He knew it was presumptuous of him to think she would come back over for anything like that but just having here to hang out with him made his days better.

He brainstormed different date ideas that he could take her on, places in town he could take her for dinner or even local shops that he thought she might enjoy. He knew he needed to keep his cool and not rush into anything because that would be counterproductive to his healing or so Dr. Carty had drilled into him.

As the sun started to go down, he had finished the painting clean up and was proud of all he had accomplished that day. He had the windows open to air out the place and felt at peace with the progress he was making.

The house phone started ringing which wasn't completely unusual but he still had paint all over his hands. He started up the steps as the machine kicked in and froze the moment he heard the voice coming through.

"Jack...pick up the damn phone." He could never forget Cleo's voice.

"Look I'm moving and some of your shit is still here. I'm not paying to ship it and I'm definitely not going to go through the hassle of burning it like you so kindly suggested. You either need to call me back to coordinate what to do with it or I'm throwing it on your front lawn." Cleo sounded annoyed. He didn't blame her. He had put her through hell and this was the first time she's reached out to him in over a year.

"God you're such an asshole. Even after a year I still have to beg you to communicate with me. I'll be in the area soon. I'll just toss it on the lawn. You can deal with the fallout." Jack started to panic as the line cut out and the message ended. She was going to come here, to his home, his new place that he's built up to try and start fresh. She was going to see that he had made a new life for himself and probably be even more motivated to set it ablaze.

In his panic, Jack stumbled up the stairs to his cellphone and started to call Dr. Carty. He also didn't answer so he left a frantic voicemail. He paced his room, hands shaking and waiting for the doctor to call him back. He started chewing on his thumb nail, tasting paint and blood. The phone rang again and he answered.

"Jack? What's going on? What's the emergency?" Dr. Carty asked with worry.

"She called! Cleo called." Jack could feel his chest heaving.

"Good. That's good-"

"No! She's going to come here and drop the rest of my stuff here. She's going to come here and see me." Jack gripped his hair tightly.

"Jack you've got to calm down. If you don't want to see her, if you think you aren't ready-"

"I never thought she would ever want to see me again. I never planned on this. What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do? Do I even have the right to ask her about her new life? Should I even bother telling her about mine?" Jack was speaking so fast, Dr. Carty was trying to shout over him to get him to stop.

"JACK! Listen to me okay? You're on the verge of a panic attack which could trigger an episode. I need you to get someplace where you aren't alone." Dr. Carty instructed but Jack shook his head. He knew he was in no state to drive and anyone he could see on foot wasn't home.

"I-I can't...not right now. Not like this." He continued his pacing.

"Jack it's imperative you get immediate help. I will call 911 if I have to but I would prefer not to." Dr. Carty knew 911 didn't handle psychiatric calls very well and didn't want to make things worse.

"She's going to eviscerate me...she's going to see all the things I've been doing and think I just moved on with my life after everything...after the baby..." Jack cried.

"You are going to be okay Jack. You shouldn't go through these emotions alone." Dr. Carty pleaded.

"I am alone. I will always be alone. That's just the way it needs to be. It's what I deserve." Jack sat the phone down and let the Doc shout for him a few times before he closed the phone. He dropped his head in his hands and cried out of fear and desperation. He was terrified of how this would happen. He feared that she would take one look at him and see he had found an ounce of happiness and tear him to shreds. How the hell did he think he was tearing her life apart and moving forward without looking back?

Jack's phone continued to ring and he ignored it. Even when he saw Shawnda's name pop up on the screen. He knew Dr. Carty probably called her as his emergency contact but he didn't know what to say. He didn't know what his next move was going to be but right now he was completely comfortable freaking out on his bedroom floor.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Blupjeans Week Day 1

It's @blupjeansweek! Blupjeans week last year was the thing that encouraged me to start writing fics, so it's been fun to play with it again! Like last year, it's loosely connected (so far anyway!). So, now I'll stop blethering and here's some words. Day 1 - refuge

16 hours to go.

16 hours until he tanked his viva, fucked up everything he’d been working for, and his supervisor says he hadn’t ever believed Barry was capable, he just wanted his fees... Well, John would definitely say that if Barry could get hold of him but it had become abundently clear over the course of his postgrad research that John wasn’t the easiest guy to reach. Which might not be a problem if it wasn't his literal job to support Barry through his PhD.

At this point Barry hadn’t heard from him in two weeks despite a variety of progressively more panicked emails. The last conversation they had was John's particularly un-comforting statement that Barry should “...expect majors" because "it’s not the worst thesis I’ve ever read, but it certainly isn’t the best.” Barry's secondary supervisor hadn’t even bothered to show up for that meeting, so it was anyone’s guess what his take was. Barry assumed it wasn’t great.

He grabbed the pot from the coffee machine he’d abducted from the kitchen a few days ago and perched on his desk instead. He debated swigging straight from it, that seemed more efficient than using a mug, plus, his hand seemed to be shaking a bit and he didn't want to risk trying to pour it into a mug then into himself - he needed every drop to keep him awake long enough to work out how to fix this disaster.

“Knock knock! This is your 16 hour anxiety check in.” Barry’s door creaked open, but Lup didn’t appear. “Barrrrooollllld?” She sing songed, then added hopefully “...have you finally decided to sleep?” 

“Come in Lup.”

“Damn, you’re still up.” Oh, of course she was disappointed. She was probably sick of having to baby him through his anxiety. “...Not that I don’t want to see you, I was just hoping you were getting some rest.”

Barry held up the coffee pot in a cheers motion then took a swig from it. He was fine, this was fine, but if Lup left in disgust he could get back to scribbling increasingly unhinged and hard to read annotations on his sticky notes and trying to work out how to pull this disaster over the finish line. 

"Doing totally fine, huh?” Lup eyed him disapprovingly. “Barry, you have to take a break. You're going to crash in the middle of it if you keep this up. You've got what, like 15 and a bit hours?" She waited for him to nod in affirmation. "Cool, then you've got time to sleep."

He didn't have time to sleep, he had to try and plug the holes in the sinking ship that represented four years of his life. Suddenly Lup was in front of him, he hadn't noticed her moving, but she had appeared and was gently prying the sticky note monstrosity he hadn’t realised he’d picked up out of his hand. "No, I need to…"

"Sleep." Lup said. "You need to rest. There isn't a single thing in here you don't know. It's fucking brilliant, no, don't argue with me, I've read it." Barry snapped his mouth closed, he wanted to protest, but he wasn't entirely sure he could remember what he was arguing with, there was no fight left in him. "Now give me the coffee pot, Barold." He gripped it more firmly. No, not even for Lup. He couldn't relinquish this, it was the only thing keeping him awake. Lup raised and eyebrow. “Barold, don’t make me full name you. I'll do it! Hand over the pot.” Lup held her hand out expectantly.

"I'll fall asleep."

"That's the idea my guy. C'mon, gimme the sweet sweet bean juice. You don't need that where you're going."

"Where I'm…? Where am I? I'm here." Barry looked down to check.

Lup used his moment of confusion to swipe the coffee pot. Usually it wouldn’t have worked… probably, okay, it would have, but slower and he would have protested more. Right now his hands felt too heavy to even think about taking evasive action. "Yoink!" Lup said triumphantly, holding it aloft. Then he blinked and she didn't have the coffee pot any more. Maybe she magicked it somewhere? Barry turned his head to try and find it, and then she was tugging at his hand. "Not here, Bear, somewhere comfy."

"The chair's comfy, it's ergonomic." He paid a lot of money because the guy in the shop was really confident about that.

Lup snorted and tugged harder. "Barold Jorts Bluejeans, you're coming with me." 

"My name isn't…"

"...Ssssh." Lup might have been laughing. Barry wasn’t entirely sure, maybe it was him actually? Should stand? Oh, actually, he was up and moving and Lup still had hold of his hand and maybe she didn't have to let it go and she could just keep holding his hand and he could hold hers and maybe she’d have a nap with him. They stopped.

"This is your room." Barry wasn't entirely sure how they'd got there, time was doing strange things. 

"Yup, cha'girl decided you couldn't be left unattended in yours, it's too full of anxiety, even if I get you to sleep you'll marinade in it. So, we're here." Lup pushed the door wide.

Her bed had developed some kind of blanket canopy, there were string lights strewn around, and he could hear the soft patter of rain even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "It's… this is… magic. You made it all magic."

"Uh huh, now get in." Lup lifted a corner of blanket, it revealed a whole mess of pillows and blankets waiting inside. The bed looked so cosy, so inviting, so much better than his boring bed. He shouldn't, he really shouldn’t, he should study more, he couldn't afford to get off track. "That’s it, Bear." Oh. He was in the process of crawling in, and he was comfy. He flopped bodily into the bed and everything smelled of Lup’s orange body wash. Maybe he could just live here.

"I should do more prep." He mumbled, and sank into the pillow nest, rubbing his face on a soft fleece blanket. 

"Uh huh." Said Lup. 

"There's… I need to… you see, I have..."

"I'll wake you up in a few hours, sleep tight, Bear."

“Sleep tight Lup.” Barry mumbled from the depths of his blanket cocoon.

Part 2 here.

[rjalker]

Pro tip writers, if you're going to make your characters consistently overpowered and the strongest person in the room, if you suddenly change your mind about wanting them to always be the strongest person in the room, if we are eight books into the series, you better have a really fucking good explanation for why the character is suddenly failing to do the most basic things that they have pulled off effortlessly before now.

By this time I have just accepted it that your character is a Mary Sue who is always the strongest person in the room . If you want to stop doing that, then you need to make it fit the story, otherwise it's just obnoxious and inconsistent.

You can't fix lazy writing with more lazy writing. If you want to take your character from an overpowered unstoppable killing machine to someone who is helpless because somebody turned off the fucking lights despite their ability to see in the dark, then you better make it actually make sense within the story and be a whole thing. They're literally needs to be an good in-universe explanation for your obvious change of heart as an author.

Because if you just suddenly expect me to believe that Tarzan of the Apes is wary about fighting a lion and can't see anything because somebody put a curtain between him and a lamp? With no explanation for why these things he didn't even pause to think about before are suddenly nigh insurmountable problems?

That's just irritating. You spent eight books showing me a pattern that never waivers and now you're just suddenly deviating from it and not even dating to give me an explanation.

Yes it is better to start out with characters who have real flaws and fail sometimes because that's just better writing than characters who always win, but gods damn if you've literally dedicated eight books to the character being able to do whatever they want, you better have a good explanation for why they suddenly can't do what you have hammered in over the last eight whole entire books is a basic task for them.

And especially when you literally already have so many reasonable explanations within the story. Tarzan has gotten knocked unconscious so many fucking times. Including the time he lost his memory for days or months or however long it was I already forget. Literally just fucking say it's the result of his many head injuries.

Inconsistent writing is more irritating than overpowered characters. Your characters can be overpowered as long as they're consistent about it.

[ovyy-pvcure]

I've been left under stimulated again so even though the post didn't reach enough notes I'll still post the writing critique but I won't tag it. @furudolove was too curious and I'm too attached to the itch of the compliant to leave it unaddressed.

Ok, so background: the protagonist of the work in question is isekai'd to a fantastical game-like world with 3 other randos who are of no significance to this post. Our protagonist meets someone who agrees to be his teammate since due to the rules and restrictions of the (game) world he's found himself in can't meaningfully do damage (and the prior person who held his position gave it a bad name by terrorizing the kingdom [for all that slavery they were doing] so he's hard up for options). This person then gets the protagonist drunk steals his stuff and makes...claims against him. Brushing quickly past how I feel about that development our protagonist is left penniless lacking in allies and basicially helpless until he's approached by a slaver and decides to buy a 10 year old girl to fight for him since slaves can't lie to their master...because of magicial shock tattoos. Because our protagonist has lost his faith in others unless he can magicially compel their obedience (I mean he takes the nice male slave owner at his word but whatever) and this is NOT my compliant. This is clearly set up to be the protagonist's flaws making decisions that he knows are wrong, but gives in to due to weakness.

Earlier I said the fantasy world our protagonist got transported to is game-like and the important parts for understanding where I'm going with this is: this world has explicit exp, levels, upgrading weapons oh and when the race of people that little girl is levels up they physically mature. Like a pokemon except it's a shivering malnourished child who's obidence is kept via constant threat of inescapable electric torture. Look, I agreed not to complain about the protagonist owning a slave thing on the face of it I'm not here to downplay it.

All that background out of the way and with the understanding that slavery is morally wrong and the protagonist's growth should be measured by his ability to place trust in people without needing to hold all of the power and the author does the worst thing possible for the narrative: textual justification of slavery in-universe. Specifically the existence of Slave Experience and The Slave Shield which both give notable consistent passive boons to uhhh...human property. This singular writing choice in my mind entirely undercuts any defence of the series as it serves to entrench both the protagonist and the fanbase to defend slavery.

This is not a hypothetical either there are many online discussions where fans of the series will point out that these boons are why the protagonist needs to keep his slaves, and keep feeding and being a positive face. To. Slavery. To the machine of the slave trade. Worse, it means the protagonist not only doesn't have to cooperate with other independent individuals but only on his group of literal slaves for which he's rewarded his growth as a person in the narrative be damned.

Slavery was either never going to be an issue the author wanted to tackle or it became the series' "gimmick" as a "dark subversive isekai" and got stapled to it forever and so it got justified. Celeberated. Benefical actually to the slaves who grow up overnight to be nubile women who the protagonist personally raised just how he wanted before marrying her in the end. Just be a Good Slave Owner and reap endless benefits as the world distorts to justify your obsessive controlling misanthropy lest the teenage boys projecting onto the protagonist think they need to grow the fuck up and trust another person.

[futureplayboibunnie]

Okay, what about extreme hateful, angry, rough sex? Like they absolutely despise each other…..

Maybe at the end they maybe fuck all the anger out and give a relationship or whatever a try bc I love hate sex that leads to them liking each other 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

BUT STILL ROUGH ANGRY HATE SEX THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO REPENT BC ITS SO NASTY

… plz.

‘Good’

YESSS I LOVE WRITING THIS KIND OF HORNY SHIT <33

Screaming your lungs out would not do you justice. Your patience was ebbing away, nails forming crescents into your skin as your fists turned into a ball, aching to just punch something. Anything. Preferably Stephen Strange's face. Anger is dysfunctional- and you weren't party to playing happy family.

The Avengers came back to the compound after leaving you behind on a mission. You had waited for hours for them to come back; happy to give them all a verbal tongue lashing, but your machinations were only on Stephen. They had locked you in your room like you were some naughty child behaving badly but it was Stephen: he planted that little seed in their heads- that you were unfit to go on the battlefield.

You had all day to sit on it and you wanted to hear it from the horses mouth. You could no longer stomach his antics, his need to pull the rug from under you and make you believe that you weren't worthy of being a part of any of this. You knew he barely spent any time in his room at the Compound so when he was there you had to take your chance. It was late, he would be leaving anytime soon- so you barged through his door and it looked like he was gathering up some things to take back to the Sanctum.

‘’Hey sweetheart, hope you weren't twiddling your thumbs all day and made yourself useful for once while we weren't here.’’ His never ending condescending tone made fire course through your viens- hell hath no fury like you being scorned. Your face contorted into an unrelenting frown.

‘’Son of a bitch!’’ You slapped him. Hard. Intense. His jaw made of glass and brittle as bone. The type of slap he'd feel ringing in his cheek for days at a time. Stephen let out a sharp exhale- the prick was smiling down at you. Looking down at you as if you were worth nothing.

‘’Princess…What's got you all riled up like this?’’ He was mocking you as if he were talking to a child with no self control. That crooked half smile on his face only confirming the fact, he raised his hands to his chin to readjust his jaw.

‘’You know damn well why you bastard. Are you that scared of me? Scared that I'm stronger than you or scared that I'll make you look weak in front of the others?’’ You seethed, blood burning cold and curdled at the entire sentiment of jealousy.

‘’Weak or strong, you're still hot. Too bad your personality is as appealing to me as shit on my shoe.'' Stephen said huskily and you couldn't control the way your palm met his stupid face once more- even harder and even more brutal than the last time.

Stephen chuckled lowly, his hatred for you was as brutal as could be.

You were such a stick up his ass and always ready to pick a fight with him. Dear God everytime you walked into a room his head swirled like wildfire, his rage amplified tenfold and he didn't know how to control it.

You were a tick under his skin, crawling around causing havoc for thrill of it. He didn't trust you on missions and you didn't trust him; it was a constant game of chess and he got you in checkmate with just a few little whisperings of how unreliable you could be, always wandering off and never being where you needed to be.

Maybe it was because you were stronger than him. Maybe it's because of how immensely attractive you were. There were multiple narratives of you he had spun in his head like a muddy web, crossing and layering at every given chance. Stephen's hate for you and his desire for you. It was his cross to bare everytime he was near you.

And now you were here, short perfumed breath and an impossible fraying temper. He was hateful of his desire, he resented the fact he would want someone so different than him and it was driving him mad.

‘’To what end? Because I'm willing to go as many rounds with my hands as I need to, Stephen. Do not test me right now.’’ Your warning was the truest thing you've ever uttered and your skin tightened.

He was impossible. A dick. A pompous asshole that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and expects everyone to bow down at his feet. Your revenge was amped and ready to go but you noticed many fleeting moments where you just looked at him. It was objective a fact- he was nice to…observe.

And at all the parties women fawned over him, you weren't jealous…you were sure of it.

Stephen grapsed onto your upper arm and pulled you closer to him. Tight. Your death stare was anything but welcoming and it made his jaw tick.

‘’How many rounds?’’ He gazed down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes-something you deemed as suggestive.

The prick was looking at you as if you were a full course meal.

‘’Until I'm satisfied.’’ You gritted through clenched teeth, he could practically hear the bones crunching against each other. His grip was tighter on your skin and you were unsure as to why your heart was thundering at such a fast pace.

‘’Until you're satisfied?’’He repeated after you as if a deviant plan was forming in his head. You were warped back to reality as his other hand traced over your face slightly and lifted up your chin to connect intense gazes once more, your eyes darkened into the abyss of his powder blue.

You spat in his face as recompence and he recoiled. Taken aback by your brazen nature but ultimately not surprised. Stephen didn't know what to say, he just wanted to act. He needed to do not say. He watched you, unblinking and speechless as he wiped his face.

He spun you around by the arm that was holding onto you ever so tight, your rediculously defined ass pressing into his crotch as vour back was to his front. Stephen revelled in your surprised gasp that fell from your throat.

‘’See, we keept doing this little dance of death. Isn't that right?’’ Stephen's hands played with the hem of your shirt, teasing you with every feather light touch- pulling you in with touches you could barely register. You sighed and tensed up.

‘’Now you decide to get all tense on me? You were so relaxed slapping up my face.’’ He tutted, reprimanding you in a way you were so familiar with, but in this setting and in a compromising position like this it was crossing unknown territory. It felt so foreign but so good. ‘’How about I slap yours?’’ Stephen's hand darted up to your neck in a matter of seconds as he growled into your ear- holding onto your neck and tugging it back in a cupid's chokehold.

‘’Dare I sense hateful pining?’’ You muttered, a small yet salacious smile adorning your lips as your eyes were cast down.

‘’Hateful? Yes. Pining? Maybe.’’Stephen's coarse palms slowly travelled up your shirt and he felt your little heart beating and thrumming throughout your whole body. He felt goosebumps embalm your skin and he was pleased he was getting this bodily reaction from you.

‘’Have I wanted to fuck the attitude out of you? Yes. Very.’’ He whispered hotly into your neck and began teasing you by peppering kisses on your neck and like clockwork you melted into him.

You swiftly turned around to view the look on his face.

‘’I already regret this.’’ You exhaled and finally captured your lips on his and the sweet release of months of pent up agression made everything worth it. Your fingers tangled in his hair and it made his mouth open up.

Sweet Jesus, he tasted good.

He thought your kiss was impossibly toxic, so good yet so bad- he felt naughty for wanting you like this but his egomaniacal self thought he deserved it. Stephen waited a long time for you and now it was his time to savour every moment of you. Stephen's hands gripped onto your delectable waist and pulled off your shirt and his too.

Dear God, his chest. You wanted to lick sugar off of his ridiculously defined torso.

Stephen let a chuckle escape his throat as you toppled onto him and onto his bed, straddling him with your kisses binding you together again like a moth to a flame. He was bad to the bone, sick as a dog- manhandling you with a delicious vigour you'd never experienced before. He pushed you into him and you could feel a prominent bulge underneath you, smiling at the fact.

‘’Someone's excited.’’

In response, he pushed you back down onto the bed and nestled between the sweet nectar of your thighs. You felt yourself going lightheaded as your head hit the pillow, it was all happening so fast and you were craving the intoxicating neverending rush of it all. This felt like too natural an outcome- of course you'd find common ground by finding each other mutually attractive.

‘’You don't get to be all snippy with me baby. Not when I'm the only one capable of making you feel good.’’ He whispered menacingly as he kissed your jaw and peeled your remaining clothes off- leaving you in your bra and underwear. The way he called you baby made your heart dip.

‘’Good? Really? That's such a weak word.’’

'Don't be smart.' Stephen sounded intensely annoyed with you but wasn't that what you wanted? You had the insight to undo your bra to be rid of it - so he could feel you quicker.

‘’I'm just impatient.’’ You scowled and that just pushed him further the way he pinned your arms onto the bed by your wrists, the pinch was unnerving as it was attractive.

‘’So am I.’’ Stephen's voice was tight and thick, so matter of factly in such a husky manner. And with that he flipped you over and adjusted you to his preferred position- the position in which he could pull on your hair the easiest. You perched yourself up and leaned on your hands.

He slapped your ass and he smiled at the way your skin turned pink under his palm. Holy fuck, you were so malleable and bendy under him and the arch of your back told him all he needed to know. Your moan was incandescent, so held back and restricted as if you didn't want to embarrass yourself at how good he was making you feel; how tightly he had you under his thumb.

‘’Don't keep it in- don't be embarrassed about it. Give in to me, will you do that for me?’’ Stephen reeled his aggression back in to ask you, but you could still detect his mocking charm- you bit your lip, a little admament at first until you nodded your head.

Stephen slapped you again and then you let those noises that you were holding in escape your throat and he thought it was beautiful. He didn't spent too much time shimmying off your underwear- he practically ripped it off your body and the friction of the elastic burned your skin. He was revelling in the fact he had you in this position- that he had the opportunity of taking you and you were willing to give yourself to him so willingly after all the arguments you shared. This was a very pleasant outcome from all the animosity.

He bent down and fawned over your body to breathe hotly into your ear and neck, you melded perfectly into him. He peppered kisses from your shoulder to your shoulder blade before ultimately biting it. You whined as you felt the indents on your skin. He pulled your hair with just one hand and pushed you to the edge and he wasn't even inside you yet, how was he even able to do that?

‘’You're so pretty when you actually listen to me, huh?’’ Stephen's voice was bringing you back to his sacred space.

‘’Mhm...’’You whimpered pathetically, your lip quivering.

With his other free hand, he let his cock spring free and it was painfully hard- almost sore with his ache for you. Stephen pulled harder on your hair and it was the type of manhandling your cunt couldn't handle- you were clenching around nothing, so when he entered you...all you could sense were fireworks alighting inside of your body. You coated him in your wetness and of course he perked up at that, you were soaked.

‘’Isn't this what you wanted?’’He gritted as he set a ruthless pace and your body felt limp under him, so overwhelmed at how good it was feeling.

‘’Fine! Yes! Dear God, I want it- feel so...good.’’ You almost screamed, your throat feeling hoarse and raw- you could barely keep your balance at his brute force.

You knew he would be aggressive- it was in his nature, but this was the type of fucking you could only dream of.

Stephen was eating at you from the palm of his hand- you were so sweet and so wet. You were clenching around him relentlessly- so close to the precipice, the summit, the climax he was dragging out of you. When he spanked your ass again, you felt yourself begin to spiral. His hands still roping at your hair was only amplifying the raw truth.

‘’So tight. Pretty girl.’’His grunts were drowning out his actual words but you heard it still and even though your cheeks were heat seeped with sex, you blushed.

That alone made you let go and into free fall, you came with a scream and began leaking onto him. The sheer silhouette, the sheer feeling of you made him follow you in your undoing. You didn't realize how intoxicating you were, a mystery and now he had a puzzle piece, a missing key. He couldn't deny that he felt really special to having bedding you.

You don't think you've ever came that fast or that you were actually even capable of coming. Your lungs were filled and you felt like they were going to explode due to the pressure of how deeply you were breathing. As he rolled off of you your body went limp and the side of your face was buried into the pillow as you lay yourself down.

Stephen's slow intakes of air made you feel like you did a number on him the way he did to you. You both stared into the ceiling contemplating what to say.

‘’Good enough for you?’’ He asked deadpan.

‘’A lot better actually.’’ You finally found yourself admitting defeat. ‘’I wouldn’t shy away from letting this happen again.’’

Stephen’s eyes held a glint of wonder and surprise. He thought he should risk embarrassment and press his luck, which was probably not the smartest thing to do but you got him all…dizzy.

‘’Maybe I could… take you out.’’ He said quietly with his gaze cast down- kind of hoping you couldn’t hear. You obviously did and turned your head to face him.

‘’Like a date?’’ Your voice couldn’t hide your shock.

He gazed into your beguiling eyes.

‘’Yes.’’ He stated simply.

‘’I may just take you up on that.’’

—-

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

So, I decided to write this, uuh...

In general, I planned a small headcanon based of this post (⚠️spoilers for SVE events⚠️Is this already a spoiler for someone?), but it turned out to be a damn fanfic, so we have what we have. I hope I didn't make too many spelling mistakes, because checking everything with a translator is such a pain in the ass how the fuck to write fics plz help

Warning ⚠️: suggestive (Well, not really? There's only a mention of underwear and a couple of obscene thoughts from indecent, so there's nothing like that. But I'll put a warning, just in case.)

⚠️⚠️⚠️Spoilers for Stardew valley expanded events⚠️⚠️⚠️

But if you don't mind spoilers, enjoy!

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Winter... Merciless, cold, but still so picturesque winter.

What a beautiful time of year it's been in Stardew Valley! The whole earth is covered with a white blanket of snow, trees and plants, as well as some animals, fell into a long winter sleep, and the residents of the Pelican town, wrapped in warm coats and jackets, plunged into preparations for the upcoming holidays. Because for someone winter is a snowball fights and hot chocolate, and for others - the hassle of buying everything you need for the Feast of the Winter Star, general cleaning and more work, much more work.

At least, farmers of the Valley will be able to take a resr from their hard work and devote themselves to other activities, or just relax with a book near the fireplace, because what can be grown in a snow-covered dugout, right?

Finally, they can all take a well-deserved break. All but one hero.

The winter days made it possible for the Farmer to devote themself to other things besides taking care of the crops and animals, so the hardworking bee of the Valley decided to extract useful ore for their needs and fulfill their obligations to protect people from the monsters that lurked in the depths of the mines.

And endeed, it was a very good hunt.

Spirits today favor the young adventurer, because to get so much gold ore, rare gems, monster loot and good quality purple mushrooms in one day is truly a great success. Smelted ore into bars will serve the Farmer well as a source of income and material for the manufacture of various farming machines, gems will be the perfect gift for most of their friends, and the monster loot... Oh wait. Magnus has mentioned that the void essence and this specific shroom is an important material for him in continuing to study magic. So why not please the wizard with some gifts, especially on the eve of the holiday?

With that thought in mind, the encouraged Farmer set out through the woods straight to the Rasmodius' tower. The time was already late, but they knew that their wizard friend was still awake, this was at least evidenced by the light from the windows of the tower, probably the only source of light in the thicket of a dark winter forest. Also, the light radiated from a gap from the slightly open front door, which surprised the Farmer, who had already approached here to knock.

"Huh, weird. I don't remember Magnus being so forgetful. And who wants a draft with such a frost outside" With these thoughts, the Farmer quietly entered the small lobby filled with various exotic plants.

"Almost all of its plants don't like the cold." They carefully looked at the callesia in a plant pot, shaking their heads disapprovingly, such a bush is thermophilic and can die when the temperature drops. So they carefully closed the front door and climbed the stairs to the top in search of the occupant of the tower.

There was no one in the main hall, although some liquid was still seething in the cauldron. The Farmer noted to themself that the aroma of lavender and chamomile coming from the cauldron is much more pleasant than the everyday stench of moss, toadstools and Yoba know what else.

And yet, Magnus is not here. As the Farmer was about to go down to the basement, they heard footsteps upstairs in Magnus' bedroom. The young Farmer hesitated for half a minute, thinking about whether to go up there, Magnus was probably already getting ready for bed and it would be indecent to disturb him. And yet they headed towards the stairs. Standing in front of the door to the bedroom, the Farmer had already raised their hand to knock, but before they had time to do so, the door itself opened.

"Darling, have you already found what you wanted? We can continue our-" Olivia's purr turned into a grave silence, and her flirtatious pretty face turned pale and froze in shock. The Farmer was also in complete shock when before their eyes was not an adult wizard in purple hair and a beard, but Victor's mother... in lace underwear. The underwear, by the way, really suited Olivia, and the Farmer considered that this was not the thought that should have come to mind in such a situation.

The dead silence and not too decent thoughts of the Farmer were broken by Olivia's piercing screech, which so frightened the poor Farmer that, having taken a step back because of such a powerful sound, they stepped back and fell down the stairs back into the main hall.

Well, at least they didn't hurt too much, thanks to the constant hardening in the mines.

"What in the name of the spirits is going on here?!" And here is Magnus himself, in a nightgown and with some kind of bottle with a liquid, looks like oil, in his hand, appeared in front of the Farmer lying on the floor in the blink of an eye. If the Farmer decided to go down to the basement first, they would hardly be in this strange position.

"Farmer?" Rasmodius looked with surprise at the uninvited guest, who managed to get to their feet. Apparently, he forgot to lock the front door after all.

"What-what are you doing here?!" Olivia came down the stairs, already in a dressing gown (a Magnus' dressing gown, by the way), all annoyed, ready to destroy everything in her path with one glance. "Leave this place immediately!"

The voice of reason told the Farmer to leave the tower right away and run home to the farm, but they still stood still, casting a shocked look from Magnus to Olivia.

"I, uh.. I brought..."

"Ah, Farmer" Magnus addressed the young intruder as he placed the bottle of oil on the table, tired and annoyed in his voice. "Would you be so kind to leave my abode?"

"Y-yeah, b-b-but..."

"But what?" Magnus was already losing patience, as was Olivia.

"Leave"

"I was-"

"Now!" Magnus barked loudly at the Farmer in uncharacteristic intolerance, casting a spell that teleported the Farmer outside, straight into a large snowdrift, back into the dark forest with a flick of his hand. Having floundered in a snowdrift, they were able to find their balance again, shook off all the snow from themselves and walked at a quick pace to their home.

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Winter... So beautiful, but oh-so cold...

The white snow crunched under the Farmer's boots, who went out on the porch to check the morning mail. Although the evening was, to put it mildly, full of events for them, the Farmer was able to sleep peacefully that night. Well, Magnus and Olivia are dating, (kinda?), they are adults and have every right for that. Although the thought of why Magnus was holding a oil jar in his hands didn't bring up very decent thoughts. They had the same feeling after the mayor's request for truffle oil...

Ugh. Enough of that.

There were not many letters in the mailbox, but one of them stood out with dark blue paper and a wax seal. Only Magnus can send something like this.

"Please come to the tower today at 9 pm, we need to talk. It's urgent." That's all that was written in the letter. The Farmer's throat was dry from the upcoming conversation, and although they did not know what to talk about, they already knew that the upcoming conversation would not be pleasant.

With the onset of darkness, the Farmer did not keep themself waiting and arrived at the appointed place at exactly 9 p.m. Inside the tower, Magnus and Olivia were already waiting for them. Victor's mother stood in silence and was much calmer than yesterday, but still looked at the young Farmer rather sternly. Magnus was trying to sound less annoyed and not add to the already heavy atmosphere. The key word is "trying".

"I think you can already guess why we asked you to come here." So far, the Wizard began in a calm tone.

"Yes and no," the Farmer tried to answer honestly and find the right words. Seriously, it was as if they were standing in front of disgruntled parents who had just returned from a school meeting and found out that their child received poor grades in algebra.

"But I understand you are dating, right?"

"Right," Magnus replied.

"In secret?"

Magnus nodded.

"And I disturbed you yesterday, right?"

"How smart," Olivia quipped a little.

"Olivia, please," Magnus tried to calm her down, but she was already turned on.

"And you've been spying on us for a long time, right?" Olivia snapped.

"...Pardon me?" Now the Farmer didn't understand anything. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't make fools of us," Olivia continued. "Are you saying that it was by chance that you came to the tower on this particular day?"

What?

"Why do I need it?" Now it was Farmer's turn to express irritation and intolerance. They can't quite figure out what Olivia is getting at.

"Gossip, blackmail, just for fun, no?" After this phrase, the Farmer felt like they had just been slapped. And Magnus' look seemed to show that he was of the same opinion as Olivia.

"Do you-do you really think that I was spying on you so that I could use it as blackmail? Do you think that badly of me?!" The young Farmer could no longer hold back their emotions when they barked the last word to the whole room. Maybe they didn't know Olivia that well, after all they'd only been in the Valley for one year, but Magnus?...

"I came to the tower to give materials to Magnus and I never knew you were dating. But even if I found out, do you think that I would tell everyone in a row about it?"

Now, there was not a drop of irritation left on the faces of Olivia and Rasmodius. Only regret and shame. They were so sure that the Farmer... Yoba, how wrong they were.

Little drops appeared at the corners of the Farmer's eyes, they had to make a great effort to keep the tears from rolling down their cheeks.

"I don't need it"

They turned towards the door and walked out the door.

"Farmer, wait, we..." The Farmer didn't hear what the wizard and former accountants said next, but simply slammed the front door from the other side. From the huge cotton, some snow from the wall of the tower fell on the youth's head. They quickly brushed it off and walked towards the farm, away from the tower.

It was... painful, to say at least. They expected awkwardness, explanations, but not like this...

In the future, Olivia will apologize to the Farmer for everything that happened, explaining that after the death of her husband, other attempts to have an affair were an excuse for blackmailing her from unkind colleagues at her old job, so she reacted so strongly. Magnus will apologize for such judgments without hard evidence and his rudeness, realizing that this is not an excuse to yell at the Farmer. All three will measure themselves and become best friends in the future, still keeping this secret.

But for now... The young Farmer, with tears in their eyes, are walking through a dark forest, where street lamps and Pelican City decorations are lit in the distance, walking on crisp snow, walking down the street in such a beautiful, but so cold winter...

[darkmoongodess]

Someone, help me recharge my brain!

Why can't the story just write itself? Why must I always be the one to do it? My brain is wrecking my life trying to write chapter 6 for my fanfiction. FML.

Anyone want to beta read my fanfiction? I need someone to toss ideas at and see which ones stick...

So like, the scene I'm trying to write is Mystique's kidnapping of Senator Kelly... 😂 Just the words are vomit.

Maybe I should try the scene with Rogue and Avalanche in Alberta, Canada. Because, you know I almost forgotten about her...wasn't really thinking...oh yeah ..where is Sabortooth? Wasn't he in the movie?

*brain restarted*

I'm also crossing X-men over with Harry Potter, so there's the entire war with Voldemort about to pop any minute. I've been wracking my brain if I want to follow the Book/Movie route, or go it a completely different way. So far I've been following Deathly Hallows plot points with some minor adjustments.

I think those minor adjustments...need to be more critical. For this to work. That's probably why my brain is at war with itself. Right?

It feels like homework, if I don't let loose the creative flow. Mainly, because it wouldn't be my fanfiction...if I kept going on and on with the plots created by the original creators...So I need to decide...what is my way?

So...Mystique....we need to kidnap Senator Kelly, how would you do it?

Hey Avalanche...why did you get into a bar fight that triggered the X-men alert system? You goof.

Hey Harry, you need to drag some adults into your mission. Stop trying to do it alone...Ron, and Hermione's notes won't get you far as you need to go to defeat He who must not be named!

Hermione, you need to stop Magneto from using that machine on the Senator. You need to find a way to show him it won't work. This is your subconscious...talking. We've lived through the results of the experiment and it didn't turn out well for him.

Hey Voldemort, why don't you stall your taking over Britian, so MACUSA can convince ICW to help mutants? No...damn. I hate you.

[chaoticaren]

Daemon Ravus X Reader HCs

(This is my first time writing HCs so cut me some slack)

He's big. Literally. The in game bestiary said nine foot four so I'm going to work with that

Basically just a giant goop covered cat

I feel like he'd purr if you pet his head idk maybe I'm just fantasizing too much I'm lonely ok

Doesn't fit in a regular bathtub or shower. You have to wash him in a car wash. Just saying

Does not take any shit

Will not take any shit

And will shut that shit down (congrats if you got the reference)

I feel like if you made him food and he didn't like it he'd do the idiot sandwich thing but he'd just stare at you and breathe heavily

Would eat a potato raw. No hesitation. But he WILL glare at you the whole time.

He's like a street dog. If you're in a verse or something with other daemons he regularly sneaks out and beats the shit out of all of them and comes home looking all smug.

Expanding on the point above, y'know the swords of iron or red giants in game? How big they are? Yeah he brought one home for you once and now it sits on the wall above his bed like a trophy

Speaking of his bed, king size with several things making it bigger. Like tables the same height at the ends to fit his legs. He is not fitting on a normal bed let me tell you

Don't take his food away from him. Even if it's not food. He will tear your arm off. Or just bite you. He likes biting.

He ate a microwave once. I feel like he'd do that just out of spite

Saw a picture of Noctis on the ground. Proceeded to bite it, tear it to shreds, run it over with your lawnmower, run it over with your car, piss on the pieces, and give the pieces to the birds living in a nearby tree. The birds thought they were worms and ate them and died

Are you struggling to open jars? Ask Ravus to help open them! He'll smash them into pieces and then look at you like you're the one who did it wrong!

If you have a pet Ravus can and will pick a fight with them and promptly lose

Likes to lay in the most inconvenient places and stare up at you like it's your fault.

Managed to lay on the ceiling once. Not clear how.

You know the scene in the first Avengers movie where the Hulk beats the shit out of Loki and slams him around and it's funny for no reason? That's Ravus right there

Alright alright let's get into the actual X Reader stuff right here

Oh

God

Let me tell you something

He likes to hold you and it's amazing because he's so big

It's weird because he's breathing like Darth Vader with autotune in your ear but he's so WARM

Cold? Cuddle with Ravus

Angry? You can hit Ravus all you want and let me tell you something he has 250,000 HP in game you are not hurting him at all he doesn't care

Intruder in the house? Cue Ravus falling down the stairs to go and kill them and their whole bloodline

He's like a dog honestly

He will randomly pick you up and carry you around everywhere whether you want it or not

Got stuck in a washing machine once. Will growl if you bring it up.

He likes to cut food with his sword. He gives you a funny look if you throw it out. But it's not safe to eat because it's covered in whatever kind of goop Ravus is covered in sooooo

NSFW time

Good luck taking him in bed. That dick is as big as you are.

Okay, not that big. It's like...

...

...

...

... 11 inches? We'll say 11 for now because a foot long is just a bit much but I feel like 10 doesn't give him justice

Prefers doggy or missionary or mating press. Something along those lines

Must be on top or he'll crumble into ashes

Prepare for extremely rough sex, because that's all he does

Are you a masochist? No? You are now

Claws you up, but only a little. He doesn't want to hurt you but damn those claws are a bit much

Speaking of his claws he lets you put nail polish on them but only sometimes

BUT THATS NOT THE POINT

When it's all done, you'll find claw marks everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, rooms you weren't even in all day, the neighbors house....

Places that don't make sense. It's not clear how they got there.

For aftercare let me tell you something

Great back scratcher

Will cuddle up to you

But if you both need to be cleaned you're both sitting in front of the sprinkler. Deal with it

That took twenty minutes to write but that was so fun. Holy shit. Ten notes and I'll do this for other characters (Current ideas are daemon Loqi, modern Ravus, daemon Luna, daemon Luna and Ravus, ect ect blah blah blah give me ideas and I'll feed you)