#but for real I will NEVER stop on my mission to spread my love of them!!!

[prismaticpichu]

If I have indoctrinated at least one person into having even the slightest, vaguest, flimsiest, bite-sized bit of appreciation for Zack & Sephiroth’s bond over my time here, then I think my life is complete <3

[satoruhour]

i can’t stop thinking about riding satoru while he’s laying down his hands behind his head and watching us with a smug face ahhhhhhh i’m pulling my hair out

a/n: i immediately turn poetic whenever i write for gojo idk why guys 💀 + combining with another request where anon sent this in and said satoru core, so real! / tagging @shotorus @hannzai @arminsumi @jabamin @hyomagiri <3

warnings: dom!satoru, fem!reader, i lay the praise on thick here n i could be projecting but idk, pet names, humping, clit stimulation, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie / breeding kink, brief consensual filming, n*sfw under the cut

you think that you’re not so bad on the stamina spectrum — you could hold your own against a special grade pretty easily even after getting beaten down in unexpected attacks, training with your students have kept you on your toes and alert despite your years, and satoru . .

oh, being with satoru has your stamina improving without even you knowing it. whether it’s pushing him away during tickle fights, smacking him hard on the back when he forgets about his students’ missions yet again, or letting yourself submit completely to him in the bedroom, it’s never just one round with gojo. the man was naturally fit and had his reversed cursed technique that he was basically invincible.

you? not so much, always struggling to catch up if your boyfriend wasn’t doing any of the work.

“s-satoru . . please, i need h-help,” you whine out, so so sensitive from the endless foreplay your lover had put you through for teasing him with raunchy photos. it wasn’t your fault he was gone for so long, sent to the rural parts of japan to exorcise a dormant curse — the signal was so terrible there that gojo couldn’t even text his pretty baby whom he missed so much, finally reaching his wits’ end and teleporting to a cell tower only to be met with your body stretched into suggestive poses with very little left to the imagination.

gojo swears he’s never seen beauty like yours before, like a breath of fresh air from the first time he’s got you in his arms to the photos he’s received on that cell tower. a mission has never been finished that quickly before; a teleport and one swipe of his hand, another teleport.

“you don’t want your lovely boyfriend to enjoy his time?” gojo pouts, hands spanning your ass and squeezing at the fat there. you moan at the sensation coupled with the drag of your clit along his thigh — his cock wasn’t even in you and you were already reduced to moans. “after you draped your body in baby blue and you already want to get to fucking?”

gojo has a little lilt in his voice that pisses you off because you know he wants to fuck you bad. you remember how riled up he was when he returned home three hours before, chest heaving and sweaty. you can feel the throb of his cock under you and the little noticeable shaky breaths, but making you beg, making you needy for him is his favourite pastime.

“f-fuck you, ’toru!” you stutter out, thighs burning from grinding so long into his leg that you don’t even know whether you’re cumming or not; all you know is the addicting feeling each time he tenses his thigh for you. satoru laughs, wandering hands leaving trails of fire along your skin as you gasp and grasp at his shoulders. he lets you, squeezing encouragingly at your waist and helping you just a little. a small smile spreads across his face when he feels your cunt twitch at his beautiful laugh, entrance clenching around nothing.

“soon. you’ll need to be patient,” gojo chastises, eyes flitting between watching your connected parts of smeared arousal and your expression of closed eyes and a pretty ‘o’  that catches the moonlight, “look at ’er,  just so wettt . .” the sorcerer whistles at the mess you’re leaving on his leg, juices flowing so sinfully that it leaves a clear sheen of reflectiveness to it. 

“c’mon baby, c’mon baby, you can cum for me, can’t you?” gojo taunts and you feel the need to answer him even when your own body is asking you to rest.

“mhmh, ’toru—” you hump his thigh harder, tugging his body closer as you settle for the most friction you can get against your puffy clit. because you’re leaking so much, the glide of your pussy is so smooth and sticky along his skin, chasing your high more and more until your words are choked out in a high-pitched moan — “satoru, satoru, s-shit . .!”

gojo coos at your unravelling, bumping his leg into your cunt repeatedly as you ride out your orgasm and by now he is hard that it hurts almost, but he’s focused on your pleasure. he licks his lips like a pervert when you tremble at the orgasm, carrying your leg over his just to see strings of your cum stick to your core and his skin, laying a light slap to your pussy just to hear the slickness.

“oi!” you call out, out of breath as you swat his hand away as he giggles and have to take a breather against your boyfriend’s chest, burying your face into his neck. but for as long as satoru have been teasing you, he hasn’t been getting any action and is desperate to just be in you, fishing his cock out from his underwear. it’s pretty as always, curved with an angry red tip that is aching to stretch you out and a vein that runs along the side of it; it slaps into your inner thigh as he pumps it with a low groan.

“can ya ride me, sweetness?” you let out a small sound of disagreement, littering kisses along his skin in hopes that he’d indulge you, but with his free hand, he’s tapping his tip against your welcoming cunt, emphasising the sheer amount of cum you were dripping with. below you, his toned chest vibrates with the moans at the warmth of your cunt, of your 

“’m tired . .” you trail off, before a quiet gasp leaves  you when satoru first pushes past your entrance. and though you’ve taken him so many times, his girth still surprises you to some extent, digging your forehead further into his collarbone as he pushes into your gummy walls. bit by bit, your boyfriend bottoms out in you but does anything but move and of course, it’s a ploy by the one and only. “you’re not going to fucking move, aren’t you?”

gojo makes a terrible ding! sound and snaps his fingers, prompting a glare out of you until the needy words come tumbling out of his mouth, “i want to see you ride me, baby, please.”

“weren’t you the one coming home like a sex-crazed mani— ah!” he knows he still holds control over you when he snaps his hips into you and you freeze up with a whine of his name, nails digging into the sheets and skin. “that’s cheating.” gojo simply hums, placing a kiss on your lips that you don’t reciprocate before the room falls into silence: he leans back, putting both hands behind his head before nodding at you — and because he knows it’s him, he carries the gesture with confidence with no break in his character of just how you were so goddamn tight and warm.

he grits his teeth before trying to relax, “d’you think my pretty girl can give me a show?”

obedient and defiant, you moan softly with a glower, “s-sure i can— lazyass.”

gojo knows you mean it with affection, letting out a small laugh before the moment is interrupted by the first lift of your hips. from where he is, he can see how your folds stretch for his thick cock and the lewdness of your expression, until you start a pace and the little pants that leave your lips hypnotise gojo into a trance. he watches your dazed features with a smug smile as you bounce on him, ass meeting his pelvis in loud slapping noises.

“satoru— s’full, s’big—!” mewling out, your hands switch from abs to chest to headboard, finding anything to anchor yourself to as you ride his cock that nudges all the right spots. each descent is bound to send you reeling, drool dripping from the side of your mouth with how you seem to get more and more intoxicated on his length — even when your muscles start to ache in similar places like earlier and gojo seems to break from the little humps from his hips. 

“s’too much, h-hurts, ’toru . .” you whine with a pout to your voice, eyes lining with tears at the overwhelming pleasure, groping around desperately at the hand that indulges you briefly. it travels up your body, around your nape and back around, playing with your lips—

“you can do it, baby, ridin’ me so well . . s-shiiit,” gojo praises with a trembling rasp, toying with your bottom lip before grabbing your face and forcing you to look down, “you’re making me feel so, so good, sweetheart—” squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment and then back again to compose himself, “—look at how well you take my cock.” the obscene words drags even more moans from you coupled with the sight of your pussy stuffed full of your boyfriend’s pretty dick, so filled to the brim with so much cum seeping from your cunt.

your wonderment is what prompts satoru to tug you forward into a sloppy kiss, leaning back even more as you yelp into his mouth and your beauty is just what sends gojo into a frenzy. the smugness is gone, the teasing nature is gone, just grasping at pockets of air to moan out together as gojo takes the reins and slams his hips into yours. the sheer force of it sends you jerking more into his embrace, sharing a loud, pornographic moan before a multitude of profanities fall from gojo’s mouth.

“you’re just too— fuuck! too perfect, princess,” satoru whimpers, arms wrapped tightly around your middle with pelvis thrusting up into you that if it wasn’t for gojo’s strong arms, your body would be flailing everywhere -— he nibbles at the skin near your shoulder, trying his best to see where the base of his cock meets your ass in noisy, wet pap! pap! pap!’s, “pussy moulded just ta fit my fat cock, yea?”

satoru’s skin heats up when he feels you nod, babbles of “yes”’s and his name jumbled up together in drunken incoherence as he continues to impale you on his shaft. your thighs start to squeeze around his, your own hips grinding down to meet his halfway as you feel your high approaching.

“a-ain’t ya a good girl, hm?” the praise just keeps coming, whispered into your ear with hot breath fanning it and sending you in a delirious state, but gojo’s rhythmic thrust slows down as he grinds his cock into you and you tense up at the feeling of his tip against your g-spot. you jaw falls open in a silent moan, body limping into his once he abuses tha spot repeatedly in deep, deep thrusts, punctuating it in between every word—

“good. fucking. girl,” your boyfriend sounds out into your ear, a grunt between hisses at the way you clench around him, the way your pussy seems to flutter, “you. thrust. like. thrust. that. thrust. huh? thrust.”

“y—yeah, like it, love it, satoru—” you’re too far gone with these deeper thrusts before he switches back and knows you’re about to cum the hardest with the way your toes curl and uncurl. just one sneaky hand to your clit is enough to send you into mantras of his name and confessions — “love it, love you, loveyou, loveyou, ’toru” — body jerking at the overstimulation.

“that’s it . .” gojo says shakily even after he continues to ram into you, “attagirl, thaat’s my good girl.” by now, you’re reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for your boyfriend who chases his own high, proven easy by the sensation of your tight walls and the slickness of your pussy, rutting like a dog before he shoots his semen deep into you. even gojo is speechless, hips jolting into your cum-filled pussy with the need to breed: seed nestled deep into you while his weeping tip spurts out the last bits of his cum.

but gojo doesn’t pull out just yet, flipping the two of you easily and grabbing his long forgotten phone by the nightstand. gently with a smile, he pats your cheek, wakening you from your orgasm-induced slip into unconsciousness.

“baby, gonna take a vid, you okay?” you mutter out a small yes, cute little whimpers escaping your mouth when gojo slowly pulls out. “wanna spread your pretty pussy for me?” your hands obey before you even know it once you hear the start of the camera, fingers soaked with your combined juices as you spread your folds and he watches, entranced at the way your cunt pushes out his cum — and the way it seeps out of you, good lord — alongside the cockdrunk smile on your face.

satoru points the phone at your cunt, and marvels with a grin, “looks like she’s begging for more of my cum, yeah?”

[gothicgaycowboy]

✮ Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet ✮

My modern Aemond’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first he’s not really sure what to do. He’s a bit awkward when it comes to dealing with the aftermath of these things. But he is nothing if not eager to learn.

Once he understands what you need he will be more than happy to provide it whether it be checking in on you verbally or just holding you after it’s over.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a big fan of his hands now. He didn’t really think about them much before, but when you pointed out how much you liked them he began to appreciate them more. He likes how large and strong they are and how quickly he can make you cum with them.

He’s a tits man all the way. Big or small he doesn’t really care he just likes looking at them, sucking on them, and squeezing them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He’s got a not so secret breeding kink. He doesn’t actually want kids right now but if you let him cum inside of you it’s game over.

‘You want me to fill you up don’t you? Want all my cum inside you so everyone will know you belong with me, hm?’

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s got a real bad librarian fetish.

He’s embarrassed of how cliche it is. He’s not exactly sure why it happened, but he remembers one day accidentally stumbling upon Aegon’s porn mag collection and coming across a spread of a woman in a library wearing small framed glasses, her hair just pulled out of an up-do, wearing no shirt with her tight pencil skirt hiked up to pussy without any knickers on.

He ripped the spread out of the magazine knowing that if Aegon told their mums about it he would be in just as much trouble for owning a magazine like that. He doesn’t know how many times he wanked off to that picture, but he had to stop once the picture became too crumpled to even make out the shape of the woman anymore.

Maybe one day he’ll get the courage to ask you to do a little librarian role play with him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aemond didn’t go through the classic teenage boy slag phase like all his other brother’s did. He didn’t lose his virginity till he was 19 but that doesn’t mean he’s a dud — on the contrary he’s probably the most educated about sex out of all his siblings.

His love of knowledge didn’t stop outside of school hours. He spent everyday after class making sure that when the time was right and he found the right person it would be just as good for them as it would be for him.

Did this lead him down some rabbit holes of knowledge about things a teenager boy shouldn’t know? Yes absolutely.

Did he regret it? Definitely not.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Cowgirl. He loves watching you bounce on top of him, biting your lower lip to keep quiet for the neighbours.

He also enjoys the fact that it’s a position where either of you can be in control. There’s been many time where you have started out in control until he grips onto your hips slapping the skin of your ass against the front of his thighs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Definitely more serious. There isn’t anything Aemond doesn’t take 100% seriously most of the time and sex isn’t any different. When it’s happening he’s a man on a mission.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

Completely shaven bare, not that there was much hair to shave in the first place.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s surprisingly romantic in the moment. He knows what being used feels like and he never wants you to feel that way. Even when he gets rough he always reassures you it’s all for your pleasure.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Almost never. He would much rather have you touch him than have to do it himself. He’s patient enough to wait if he must.

And when he knows he won’t see you for a while wether that be because one of you is going out of town, or just busy with work, he’ll request you send him some scandalous photos so he won’t miss you as much. That or phone sex.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s a secret fem dom enjoyer, not necessarily in the traditional whips and chains way but he just likes it when you take control. Bossing him around, praising him, maybe a few smack here and there.

He’s also all about giving what he gets. Being called sir whenever he’s in charge while he simultaneously praises and degrades you. It’s a balancing act he throughly enjoys.

And some good old fashioned exhibitionism on the side.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He really likes having sex on your couch because there’s a few positions that are way more comfortable there than on your bed. If he’s feeling adventurous he’ll definitely be up for bathroom sex (clean bathroom sex that is, he’s not an animal).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

He likes a challenge. Whenever you tease by telling him you’re not wearing any underwear, or playing footsies with him under the table, he is instantly growing a tent in his slacks.

He makes it his goal to get you back every time and get you back he does.

He’s also just a sucker for you dressing up for him. Lingerie or skimpy dress, if you’re wearing it, he is ripping it off.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t deal with anything unsanitary or unsafe. Choking you a little? Sure of course. Choking up with a belt? Not happening. He knows how fragile the human windpipe is.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He feels guilty about it but he definitely prefers receiving. It’s not like he hates giving — trust he can eat pussy like nobody’s business, but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock is something nothing else could compare to in his mind. If you offer to let him fuck your throat he will take that opportunity so fast you won’t even be able to comprehend what’s happening before you’re kneeling on the floor.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He can go either way but more often than not it’s pretty rough. You have spent many nights at his place and woken up the next morning with a limp and a sore ass.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

He’s alright with them. They’re not his favourite because he doesn’t like to feel rushed when he’s fucking you — he takes his time, but if it’s the only option he needs his fix of you more than he needs to wait for the next time he has enough time to take it slow.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

He’s not really experimental but if you tell him something you’re interested in trying he’s down to try it at least once (unless it’s one of his hard nos of course).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

He’s a pretty physically active guy and that shows with his stamina. He usually only taps out once he’s dehydrated.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Aemond doesn’t own any himself but he likes using the ones you own on you, especially the vibrator. He thinks it’s incredibly dumb when guys view sex toys as competition rather than tools that can be used to make sex better.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

World’s biggest tease. It’s part of the fun of the game you two play together. Sitting across from each other at dinner with his family is pure torture for both of you. Sucking way too long on your dessert spoon while he wipes the corner of his mouth with his finger so he can suck it clean.

If he’s in a teasing mood he makes it everyone else’s problem. His poor mothers just wanted a nice innocent family dinner.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make?)

Not too loud when it comes to sounds besides grunts but a dirty little mouth on him. Runs in his family.

‘You’re my dirty whore, you know that right?’ ‘That’s it, cum all over my cock for me’

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He has a throughly put together sex playlist. It’s a bunch of different genres and artists and he spent months working on it before he had sex for the first time.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Two words. Big balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Again he’s a pretty active guy, it’s like he’s in a competitive sport where the only competition is himself and the only goal is to fuck you until he physically cannot move anymore.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can get pretty worn out after it’s done but he has a rule never to pass out before you. He’s a romantic in that way.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Okay imagine dilf!Anakin getting you pregnant and despite your controversial age gap shows your bump off whenever he can. Family dinner? He’s personally coming behind you and pulling your shirt back a bit to enunciate your bump. Not allowed to go swimming without him making you wear the tiniest bikini, show off that little bump. Oh and don’t forget the overprotectiveness.

He takes off his prosthetic arm when he’s cuddling you in fear of hurting your bump no matter how big or small it is, he’s completely obsessed. And don’t get me started on how he’d act when the baby finally comes

- 🌺

Author's note: nonnie I've missed you!!! PLS THIS IS AWESOME GIVE ME MORE TILL I PASS OUT also thank you @lacebird for feeding me with this photo above, I'm salivating..

DILF!ANAKIN lives for the fact that he got you pregnant, and he makes it his personal mission to highlight that fact every chance he gets. He's just so obsessed with how your belly swells, how radiant you look every day (even tho you literally vomit, have swing moods - that man loves it all) he can't bring himself to hide it.

So when it comes to family dinners, you barely even sit down before his large hands are all over you, smoothing down your shirt like he’s straightening a pure masterpiece. “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, sliding behind you - palms possessively framing your bump. And he doesn’t stop there since it's Anakin we talk about. Those long fingers lifting the hem of your shirt just enough to expose the gentle swell of your belly before his hands just sprawls all over it, trying to feel you skin-to-skin

But it's worse if he's doing it before your or his family - you’re all mortified, cheeks burning with embarrassment he apparently doesn't feel but it’s not like you can stop him. If anything, the smug grin on his face grows even more when he notices how flustered you are. “What?” he teases but before your pretty lips can even open to scold him, he's all leaning down, pressing gentle kiss to this sweet spot on your neck, mouth by your ear - "c'mon, can't have you hiding all the time now, right? Have to show up my perfect treasure"

Swimming? Do not even think about wearing something that hides you. Anakin has you in bikinis so small you feel naked. He sits by the pool, legs spread wide, eyes locked on you through the sunglasses as if to make sure you're all safe. Hand rests on his thigh, thumb twitching like he’s stopping himself from dragging you back out of the water.

“Turn around, angel,” he calls out, tone of his voice making you blush, spreading this heat over your body. When you do, he smirks like he’s won the greatest prize ever “Beautiful,” he adds

And at night? Oh, you thought cuddling would be normal? Think again. Before you even get comfortable, Anakin’s already taking off his bionic arm. You'd roll your eyes every time, but he's all shaking his head, acting so serious

“No way,” he said “What if I accidentally press too hard? Not happening.” He settles behind you, pulling you against his chest, real hand immediately spreading over your swollen bump. Lips finding your delicate spot on your shoulder and it's where he's all murmuring to the baby, fingers stroking so softly over the curve of your tummy, drawing circles and shapes over the spots where the baby moved lately

“Gonna be the second most beautiful girl in the whole world - right after your momma..One queen, one princess - both already having daddy wrapped around their fingers"

And when the baby comes, he’s absolutely wrecked, usual cocky behavior replaced with something painfully tender. He holds them like they’re the most fragile, precious thing in the galaxy. He holds them so gently yet firmly out of fear to break it or lost it from his arms “Hey there, little one,” he whispers, brushing a finger along their tiny cheek.

Yet he never forgets you. Not for a second. After putting the baby down for a nap, he'd be all yours, pulling you into his lap like you weigh nothing. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” he asks quietly, hand moves to your belly -- still soft and round post-pregnancy -- and he pressed a tender, loving kiss to your forehead, then to your cheeks, lips, nose, eyebrows, eyelids, jawline, neck

“You gave me everything, baby,” he murmurs. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know it.”

And because he’s Anakin, he won’t stop touching you - lips on your temple, hands cradling your waist, fingers brushing over the swell of your belly as if he’s already thinking about doing it all over again. But the most important thing is that he's there - all supportive, all understanding, giving you all the time you want to get back to your state before pregnancy (but let's be honest, his emotions towards you won't change because of your body)

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[zaceouiswriting]

The Delinquent

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut

Authors Note:

I know I'm a month late for my annual Theo Raeken Appreciation Month. But better late than never, right? On this blog, we know that Theo Raeken doesn't get the recognition he deserves (Or Cody Christian, his actor). That's why me, myself, and I have made it my mission to fill this world with as much Theo Raeken content as possible. I may not post every day (honestly, even posting once a week would be a treat at this point), but I promise to get out as much as humanly possible. And there will be a lot of smut. A lot of smut.

Please forgive me. As an apology, I'm including a GIF of this handsome man so nobody forgets how good he looks!

It had become much more intense than even you could have imagined in your wildest dreams. The same hands that punched you in the stomach that morning and that later punched you in the face were now holding your bare ass up. He had been in such a hurry to rip off your pants and underwear like an animal, that they would likely not be useable anymore. If you think about it, he was an animal but only in all the right ways.

His rough, large hands felt heavenly on your bare skin. You never knew what you were leaving out when you didn't get intimate with someone. Even though it wasn't love by any means, you don't think it could feel any better. It was clear that Theo was not just experienced but a master at it. Each thrust was meticulous, like a well-oiled machine, even if he didn't look at you.

You had heard - as everyone else - that he would fuck anything on two legs, but he was only seen with girls. It made you hope to be the first guy he fucked.

Only half of his cock was pushing in and out of your hole as it was much, much bigger than you expected. And even though you prepared for it every night - as you knew deep down it would happen someday - the thought of him couldn't prepare you for the real deal.

Suddenly, Theo jolted you out of your thoughts by forcefully slamming your back against a row of lockers. It was almost as if he wanted your undivided attention, but wasn't willing to reciprocate with the same. The openness of your activity made it even more tempting to you. Up until this point, you didn't even know you had this kink - to fuck in the open hallway of your school.

As he turned his head back to the side, you felt shame welling up. Fed up with his gamey, with your left hand, you grabbed his sharp jaw and forced him to look at you. The moment your eyes met, you saw nothing but contempt in his hazel, almost innocent-looking eyes. They were so beautiful when he was angry, but right then they sent a wave of excitement down your spine.

“Look at me while you fuck me,” you whispered to him, barely able to contain your lewd moans. You wanted nothing more than to scream, moan and groan. But you kept it to yourself, not wanting to show him how much you loved the feeling of his cock in your hole, how his hands were holding your ass so tenderly, spreading your cheeks and the roughness of his skin, or the way his eyes made you feel with the obviousness anger contained within them. The hopelessness of the situation in his glaring eyes made you stay hard.

“Fucking faggot,” he muttered angrily, but there was more that you couldn't pinpoint.

Smiling, you looked straight into his beautiful eyes. “Last time I looked, you were fucking me.”

He paused for a second, disbelief running across his face, just before he stopped being gentle and entered you fully. You could have sworn you felt something tear, but the way he hit that one spot inside, you couldn't feel pain or even think about it. Theo began to thrust upwards like the wild animal he was, which in return made him move closer to you. So much so that his head came right next to yours, panting heavily. He obviously liked it at least as much as you did, but his ego and pride surely wouldn't let him show it, which made him look even hotter in your eyes.

“Shut up, fucking whore!” Theo whispered in your ear. The closeness of his voice caused an obvious shiver throughout your body, coupled with his warm and moist breath tingling the fine hairs on your ear and neck. It finally broke whatever resolve you had. You started to moan loudly, and your hands buried themselves in his perfectly styled hair, to try holding onto him for dear life. “Do you like that?” he asked teasingly, an audible grin in his already teasing voice. But when you tried to answer, he thrust up at the first note, making you moan instead. “Fuck! You feel so good and you sound so fucking needy.”

The dirty talk was finally enough for you. As you came without touching yourself, you moaned in deathly embarrassment, one shot after another coming from your cock, which didn't go limp afterward.

“Fuck, stop milking me!” Theo moaned, not realizing he had made you cum. It wasn't until he moved his head back and saw your fucked out face, partially limp, with your head against the locker and not against his neck where it was just a second before. Theo looked intrigued, at least as your blurry eyes suggested. “Shit,” he muttered, pausing in his movements, “If you had shown me your naughty side earlier, I would have fucked you long ago,” he said to you, chuckling darkly.

He suddenly removed his right hand from your ass but somehow managed to hold you up with just one hand since you couldn't wrap your legs tightly around his waist anymore. Out of nowhere, he touched your face and gently caressed your cheek. Without a word though, he stuck his fingers into your mouth. Noticing it a second later, you slowly closed your lips around his strong fingers and licked them like they were a lollipop. But Theo forced it further down until his palm was against your face. You didn't gag or anything.

Realization hit Theo a few moments later. But still, in disbelief, he pulled his fingers out until a soft 'pop' was heard. He moaned at the sound so loudly that you thought he was coming. But just as suddenly as before, he started fucking you again, more relentlessly than before. Clearly excited about what he had just discovered. Somehow you knew it would lead to many more wet and slimy encounters.

Theo's hand went to your throat where he tightened his grip, restricting your breathing. But the only thing it did to you was make you want him to fuck you senseless.

Your eyes must have betrayed and you believed him starting to grin again. After all of that, it didn't take long for Theo to come. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in ecstasy. Just a second later, he groaned loudly, filling your insides with endless amounts of his warm cum. With one particularly powerful spurt, his swollen cockhead pressed against your prostate so hard that you came a second time.

He collapsed against you as you felt his cum painting your insides like a masterpiece while simultaneously painting the outsides of him and yourself a similar color. As he carelessly breathed heavily into your neck, you became excited again. But when you heard a low rumble from him that almost sounded like a chuckle, you looked at him. You caught his big, scheming eyes staring at you, which made you blush.

He slowly lowered you back to the floor where you almost collapsed, but Theo was there to hold you tight. Your legs had never hurt so much. It took a few minutes, but when you were able to stand alone, Theo asked for the test answers, immediately, staring at you darkly again with his blank, murderous eyes, which he used for his gang activities, even though you believed he would someday build a massive underground empire. You just knew that you couldn't be on his wrong side. To comply with his request, you stumble towards your backpack and retrieve some documents. As you turn back to him, you notice his surprised expression.

“You had them with you the whole time?” he asked exasperated.

“Of course,” you replied plainly, hiding a grin. “I know you like to get your deals done quickly, so I finished it after my morning beating. All the answers to all kinds of questions,” you told him before hobbling away.

***

It was a week later when you were cornered by Theo again, his cronies were nowhere to be seen. Knowing why, you didn't show fear, even when he left you hanging in the air by your collar. You seemed like a lightweight to him, but you couldn't be mad about his fury, after all, you outsmarted him.

“Why the hell did I get an “F,” you fucking idiot?” Somehow, you imagined him as a foaming-at-the-mouth wolf, ready to attack you and rip your throat out. But the next moment you imagined him naked and only with dog ears, you immediately blushed. “What’s there to laugh about, faggot? I'll make you feel how stupid it was to-"

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted, eyes closed, preparing yourself for what was to come. But when you opened them again, there was nothing but self-confidence to be seen inside them, which confused Theo. You placed your right hand on his and looked deep into his hazelnut eyes. “You won’t hurt me anymore!” you told him calmly. 

It seemed like an order, which infuriated Theo even further, causing him to question whether you comprehend the power imbalance between the two of you.

Before Theo could argue, you pulled out your phone. You were about to say something and held the screen up to him. When Theo played the video and heard the lewd moans, he immediately shut it down, horror visible in his eyes.

“You filmed us?” he asked. Swallowing loudly, he waited for your answer, but you just grinned. “You stupid faggot,” he muttered crestfallen, his face in his hands.

“That’s funny,” you replied arrogantly. “The only person who's actually fucked another guy is you, and to be honest, from the way we're standing in the video, it looks a lot like... you know. What if people see it? Do you think they would see the same thing?”

You never thought you would see defeat in his eyes so quickly. Until then, you thought he would destroy your phone and think it was over. But he seemed to have realized that you were smarter than that, which you were since you had a dozen copies of them at home. You weren't ashamed of admitting to jerking off to it multiple times if he asked.

“What do you want?” he finally asked, his head bowed and his voice staggering. He wasn't attractive the way he was right then. Pushing him lightly so that he would have no other choice but to put you down again, until you stood strong before him.

With your free hand, you ran over his burgundy shirt, feeling every muscle of his - as you knew - divine body down to the edge of his pants. Without hesitation, you undid his button, as he simply stares at you, unable to say anything.

“I’m about to suck you off, but first I’d like to make a deal with you.”

Theo was already breathing heavily. It made you smirk, knowing you made a certain, rather lewd impression on him. Massaging his big, soft cock, it grew faster than you thought. But you decided against teasing him about it.

"The deal is that you'll be intimate with me every day until the end of the school year, for me not to show the video to anyone, and I'll help you leave this place as a straight-A student for me getting a favor in the future. But you would have to change your behavior a little or the teachers might think you were cheating.”

"What do you- Ahhh, damn it, tighten your grip- Yes, that's right." Theo was already in heaven and seemed to have forgotten the conversation you were having. But somehow he snapped back after a few seconds. "What do you mean?" He finally finished his question, albeit loudly swallowing.

Smiling, you scoffed at him. “Do you really think they would believe that a delinquent like you would suddenly become a great student?” You removed your hand from his, still on your collar, and pulled him by his collar closer to you. “But don’t worry, I’ll teach. But I think I deserve something special now.”

Theo looked confused, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes filled with many unanswered questions. You didn't feel like answering any of them, so you pulled him closer and kissed him. His lips tasted like mint, and before either of you knew it, your tongue was already entwined with his, dancing in perfect harmony.

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Under The Skin - Rebecca Welton/Reader

Rebecca Welton/Female Reader

Summary: It's secret, away from everyone's eyes and just between them, a simple gesture that symbolically changes Y/N and Rebecca's lives.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, tattoos

Word count: +1000

Unrevised

Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through the veins or the gentle smile that is directed at her, but it seems so right that Y/N doesn't care about the pain and even less about tomorrow. The needle begins a little uncertainly on the skin until the woman learns to handle it with real dexterity and without trembling, both of them a little nervous. The first scratch is outlined and marked forever, halfway there. With care, Rebecca traces the half circle in the same way she saw the boys do and feels proud to see it taking shape on the forearm, small and simple, but cute and full of meaning.  

"I'm almost there, darling." she whispers and hums in anticipation, looking a little petty at how excited and proud she is.  

"It's crazy, isn't it?!" the younger stares at her, a moment of sobriety hitting for a second and the weight of the act weighing in the balance "Are we really doing this?"  

In response, Rebecca leans in and brings their lips together in a gentle kiss, taking time to leave them, there's nothing so sweet and addictive as her girlfriend. She could stay like this forever, feeling and loving her in every way, from the soft words to the burning touches.  

"God, better stop or we're not going to finish this any time soon." she laughs, reluctantly separating, and brings eyes together to analyze the next step, just one to complete "And..." turns the pen back on, drawing the last curve, this time a bit of blood comes out of the line "Done!" 

"How did it look?"  

"Beautiful, just like you, sugar." a kiss is placed on the girl's forehead and elegant hands stroke her hair "My good girl, you did great."  

Y/N sighs and smiles happily, the sparkle in the blonde's eye making the slight burning and eventual post-drinking pain worthwhile. She'd never imagined herself doing anything like that and is sure the other one hadn't either, nevertheless after two years here they are hiding in the dark at Jamie's party with the tattoo equipment borrowed, in fact temporarily stolen, exchanging secret wedding vows, marking their rings eternally under skin and exposed to the world.  

"Your turn, sweetheart."  

They change the needles and following instructions from the internet the moisturizer is applied to the arm, Y/N's fingers spreading the cream along strong and delineated muscles, memorizing again every part she knows by heart, the sensitive points she caresses in cuddles on the sofa and squeezes when they're almost reaching an apex. The couple stare at each other for a millisecond in a silent request for permission, to be sure that it's really wanted.  

"Go ahead." Welton encourages, trying to sound confident "I can handle the pain."  

"You will not regret it?" the question is fraught with concern, fear that her partner will regret the folly of a somewhat youthful nature.  

"Never, darling! Loving you is the most certain thing I have in my life." they smile complicitly and Y/N nods, continuing with the mission "We need to go to the pharmacy for ointments, which reminds me that we're also out of cotton and saline solution."  

"You're really drunk."  

"Drunk with love for you..."  

It's not exactly pain, maybe discomfort or something, but totally bearable... if it weren't for Rebecca's hidden fear of needles. She tries to disguise it by looking away, convincing herself that it's only to be surprised. Quickly and with calculated movements, a small initial in a fine line forms on the place, she still can't turn around, half paralyzed in disbelief, having her own moment of sobriety caused by shock.  

"You don't have to hide, it's okay to be afraid." the younger whispers, trying to confront her in some way, the worst part is over and the woman insists on keeping up her brave mask "Sweetheart..."  

"Is it over?"  

"Yes, it's over." she smiles and stretches up to place a kiss on the flushed cheeks "My good girl."

"Hey, that's my phrase!"  

"That doesn't mean you're not a good girl, and totally mine."  

Finally gathering courage, Rebecca looks down and almost chokes as she realizes that something really is there, engraved on her forever. The initial of Y/N's name on her and hers on Y/N. Eternally marked in a symbolic gesture, the union of their souls with homemade tattoos, sounded almost silly when the idea came up on the bar counter, but is the promise of their love for each other.  

"So we..."  

"We're married. My goodness, we're married!"   

"It's symbolic, but..." the blonde rambles, settling on the floor so that they're face to face "Soon I'm going to put a ring on your finger, give you my surname."  

"Try to imagine, Mrs. & Mrs. Welton."  

"I like the sound of that, I can't wait for this moment." 

"Me too, I'm really looking forward to it." Y/N whispers and closes the space between them with a passionate kiss, full of emotions that come through in every touch, barely able to contain the enthusiasm. She has married the person she most admires and as much as it was just between them, it's priceless, kind of magical "I love you! So much that I almost cry just thinking that we're wives now." manages to say when the air is needed. 

"I love you more! More than anything, I don't think there are enough words to describe how deeply and passionately. And I stole a champagne to celebrate."   

A bottle is taken from the handbag, chilled to the point of sweat. It's impossible not to be touched by the businesswoman's cheeky smile, who has had a lot of fun searching for the necessary items around the mansion, committing innocent little crimes for the sake of love and getting her first tattoo. All this with and for her girlfriend, engaged for half an hour and now wife.  

"We've probably got about 15 minutes before someone comes looking for us, what do you think?" Rebecca nods suggestively towards the immaculate king-size bed.  

"Oh, you want to go straight to the nuptials? Tempting."  

"No more tempting than the things I'm thinking of doing with you when we get back home, lovely wife."  

And that's another promise. 

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Beg Pt. 7

Gojo x Fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader

CW: Masturbation (male)

POV Geto

Part 7 is up. This is part of a series, I recommend reading the other parts first.

֍ Part 1 ֍ Part 2 ֍ Part 3 ֍ Part 4 ֍ Part 5 ֍ Part 6

Please mind the warning, MDNI.

Red.

That’s all Geto saw nowadays, while he mulled about the school and city. He took the missions he was given and repeated the cycle. Exorcise the curses, consume them, and then wait to do it again. He grew frustrated and tired of the pattern and monotony. He grew tired of the ungrateful people who would never know he saved them. He was tired of everything.

Except you.

While he waited for new missions, he would think of you. He waited patiently for you to text him, sending you messages every few days to check in, but he still had not heard from you. He would be patient; you were worth the wait for him. You were a breath of fresh air, untainted by the jujutsu world. There was something about you that drew him and made him feel welcome.

He thought of your radiant smile, your glowing skin, and your beautiful eyes. He felt comfortable in your presence, and you brought a smile to his face.

He thought about the way you carried yourself, content with who you were even if you didn’t feel the most confident. He remembered how you felt in his arms, the warmth of your body against him, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses. Under different circumstances he wouldn’t have let you go, keeping you close to him.

On nights like this, his mind wandered to you even more at night, while he laid in bed waiting for sleep to come. He felt perverted when his cock hardened as he thought about how beautiful you would look beneath him. He wondered how you would sound when he slid into you.

Geto groaned, and palmed his hard member, closing his eyes to picture you. He tried to stop himself, but his hand moved on its own, slipping into his boxers to grip the base of his cock. He squeezed lightly and dragged his hand up his length, stopping to swipe his thumb over the slit which oozed precum.

“Fuck.” He moaned softly before he grabbed some lotion off his nightstand, lathering his hand up before increasing his ministrations. He thought of how beautiful you were as you looked up at him with doe eyes. His imagination ran wild with the image of you on your knees before him, those same doe eyes staring into his own as you pushed his cock into your mouth.

You’d look so pretty covered in my cum and your drool.

He dreamt about caressing your face before gripping your hair to guide your mouth along his hardened cock. He would be gentle at first allowing you to lead at your own pace, but even in his daydreams he would lose control and grow impatient. His cock twitched in his hand at the thought of holding your pretty face still while he fucked into your mouth. He moaned at the thought of all the unholy things he would do to you.

He would praise you, for taking him so well, loving how your face would look twisted up in a mixture of pain and pleasure when he pushed into you. He would relish the sight of your pretty cunt stretched around his thick member.

He gripped his cock tighter, speeding up he strokes as the images of you grew more and more lewd by the second. Geto bit his lip as his muscles began to tighten and constrict, quickly approaching the edge. He was close, thinking about you spread out in his bed, your breath uneven, your moans in his ear. He felt his toes curl with pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as he stroked himself faster and harder until he came. Hot cum shooting onto his hand and stomach but he wished more than anything it was all on you.

He moaned lowly as he came down from his high, wiping the sweat that accumulated on his forehead. He should be ashamed, but he couldn’t help but want more. He needed the real thing.

“SUGURU!”

Gojo’s voice cut through the silence as he pounded on Geto’s door. He panicked, quickly wiping his essence off with a towel and fixing himself back up.

“Uh, hold on Toru.” His voice trailed off as he hopped out of bed, hiding any evidence of his deviant behavior. He stumbled to the door, his legs wobbly and unsteady, causing him to trip. He caught himself on the doorknob, causing a commotion before opening the door.

“Whoa man. What happened to you?” Gojo stood in the doorway, eyeing Geto up and down over his glasses.

Geto quickly looked away, scratching the back of his head and stretching. “Nothing I was sleeping, that’s all. It’s late, what do you need Satoru?”

Gojo laughed quietly and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, sleeping. Whatever you say man.” He winked at Geto, causing the raven-haired man to roll his eyes. “I just got back from a mission. I was seeing if you wanted to go out. You look like you could use a night out. Since you’re so…. tired.” Gojo teased Geto, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“I don’t know. I’m not really feeling up to it.” Geto crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, closing himself off to Gojo.

“C’mon I haven’t seen you in days and I haven’t seen any gorgeous girls for just as long. I’m tired of looking at curses.”

Gojo pouted his lip and slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose, showing off his blue puppy dog eyes.

Geto scoffed. His thoughts flickered to you.  “Gorgeous girls? That’s what you’re worried about?”

Gojo’s smile spread like wildfire, shining back at Geto. “Yeah. Don’t tell me you forgot what it was like to be with a girl. You can’t sulk in your room forever, what are you waiting for?”

You.

He sighed and looked away from Gojo again, annoyed by his friend’s demeaner. “There’s no girls around here that I’m really interested in.” He mumbled his thoughts, surprising himself by how honest he was being.

Gojo raised his eyebrow at him, his attitude shifting slightly, his playful warmth cooling ever so slightly. “Around here? Where else have you been looking huh?”

Geto ignored his question, turning away from Gojo to step further into his room. This was not a conversation that he wanted to have. Especially with Gojo, who has made it clear that he has already been intimate with you. The idea filled Geto with dread and disgust.

“I’m going to bed; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Geto started to close the door, but Gojo’s hand stopped it from closing. Gojo pushed the door open, letting himself in to Geto’s space.

 “This wouldn’t happen to be about her, is it?” Gojo’s voice inclined with his insinuation. Geto knew, he was talking about you. Over the past few weeks, every time Gojo got the opportunity to bring you up, he would. Casually and not so subtly poking at Geto, trying to get a rise out of him. This was just another opportunity for him to run his mouth and illicit jealousy from Geto.

“You’re being childish Satoru.” Geto jumped onto his bed. He didn’t want to give him the time of day.

“You’re still not going to admit that it drives you crazy that I’ve already fucked her? Whatever, I’m going out without you then.” Gojo smiled with a current level of smugness that he has perfected over his lifetime. He sauntered back towards the doorway, his hand resting on the doorknob.

“You’ll get sore if you yank it too much, you know.” Gojo laughed before closing the door behind him. His cynical laughter echoed down the hallway, slowly fading into silence.

Geto seethed with anger. If he had been standing, he may have tried to lay him out right there, or at least tried to. Geto tried to shake off his annoyance, but he kept thinking about Gojo’s smug expression. He loved his best friend but sometimes Gojo’s arrogance made him want to snap. You were just another thing that Gojo had, another thing that fell into his lap.

Geto gritted his teeth and tossed around on his bed. He searched for his phone, pulling up your contact. Should he call you? Would you even be able to talk back to him? He sighed, feeling his frustration prickle his skin. He decided to text you, hoping that you would finally respond, settling on sending you a simple message to check in on you.

He threw his phone onto his nightstand, preparing to try and get some sleep. Just as his eyes had begun to feel heavy, he heard his phone chime. A message from you.

Geto, hi. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten back to you sooner but I’m in Tokyo. Can I meet you?

Geto excitedly read the message over and over, making sure he wasn’t dreaming, before he jumped up and threw on some clothes. He grabbed his keys and headed over to the address you had given him. He carefully snuck out of the dorms, hoping to not be seen by anyone, especially Gojo. He hoped that you had reached out to him before Gojo. If Gojo didn’t know you were in town yet, he certainly wasn’t going to tell him.

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May I request a sayain buddy whose like goku and loves fighting and eating and is always up for a good challenge, and can the interaction be with young justice acting as their wild-card if things go south.

First time writing for this kind of Buddy, lets do this!

Hope you enjoy!

Buddy the Half Saiyan and meeting the Young Justice

SFW, Platonic, Slight Familial, Half Saiyan Buddy

YOUNG JUSTICE

It was Constantine’s fault.

Scratch that, Constantine and Zatara’s fault.

The League had contacted them both to help with a mission that required to summon ‘help’.

Constantine and Zatara were trying to do the spell, but their bickering and arguing messed the spell up.

And out popped a dizzy 10-year-old with a strange hair style on the floor.

Buddy rubs his head as he tries to sit up. Zatara: “Look what you did Constantine!” Constantine: “Look what I did!? You’re the one who—” Buddy: “Umm, excuse me?” Both men look at the slightly frightened boy. Buddy: “Do you know where I am? One minute I was with my brother and Mr. Piccolo and the next I’m here.” Zatara: “Mr. Piccolo?” Constantine looks lost in thought before his eyes widen. He walks over and offers the boy his hand. The boy looks at the hand curiously before taking it. Constantine: “What’s your name kid?” Buddy smiles a bit. Buddy: “I’m Son Buddy!” Constanine: “… Son Buddy… As in Son Goku?” Buddy smile widens. Buddy: “Yeah! You know him?” Constantine: “… Oh Fu—” Zatara: “Constantine! Wait how do you know his name? And know who Goku is?” Constantine: “My personal life is my personal life, Zatara.”

The two men explain to Buddy that he was accidentally sent to their world from his.

IN their world, his world was simply a manga, a comic.

They are a bit surprised that Buddy does take the news… a bit well.

Yes, the boy does freak out a bit, but not because he was in a new universe.

Buddy was worried for his family and friends that would soon need to fight the Andriod’s.

They needed all hands-on deck!

They needed him!

It was at that moment that Batman and some of the other Leaguers came in.

Buddy is just confused as more people in funny looking costumes come in.

He gets a bit wary feeling certain power levels, but most of them seem nice enough.

One of them, Batman he thinks, tells him that until he could get back home, he was going to have to stay with the Young Justice.

Meanwhile with the team…

Everyone is wondering who Batman is bringing in and why to, and quote, ‘Don’t fangirl’, for some reason.

After initial introductions (and making sure certain members did not crowd the poor boy) Buddy starts making friends almost instantly.

Aqualad was a bit curious when Batman brought a 10-year-old to the cave.

But that didn’t stop him from being as polite as possible.

He does not know what to do with the kid when he takes a moment to size them up.

It made him feel a bit uneasy, but soon Buddy smiled and waved at the group.

The Atlantean has seen fast eating before, he has Wally as a teammate.

But NEVER had he seen someone eat so much and so fast before.

Kaldur doesn’t understand when Wally and Dick tell him NOT to spar with Buddy, to leave that to Connor.

… But he could not resist those puppy dog eyes.

It was a trap.

Kaldur is on the ground, eagle spread and feeling the pain. Buddy is just sitting on his chest looking at him curiously. Buddy: “You, okay? I didn’t hurt you too bad with the warmup right?” Kaldur: “I am fine—did you say warm up?” Buddy grins as he hops off Kaldur’s chest while stretching a bit. Buddy: “Yeah! When are we going to start the real fight?!” Wally has a bucket of popcorn and watching the entire thing. Wally: “Buddy, I think the only one here that could beat you right now is Connor.” Buddy stops stretching a bit before thinking. Buddy: “Makes sense, he does have a higher power level than you guys.” Kaldur: “What’s a power level?”

Connor does not know what to think of this little boy.

He does his best to not interact with him.

Little kids= weak right?

Connor told this to Robin, and he still hasn’t stopped laughing.

Isn’t too phased by the sudden appetite the kid has.

I mean he’s seen Wally eat fast too, what’s the problem?

…Gets a bit concern when he learns that is not normal for human behavior.

Only starts to get close when Buddy tells the group that he is half human and half Saiyan.

Another not fully alien in the team, he’ll keep an eye out for him.

Is borderline annoyed when Buddy keeps on asking him to fight.

Superboy snaps as his fist goes to punch Buddy in the face. Buddy only stands in place as the fist in only smushing part of his cheek. Connor gives him a surprised look while Buddy only smirks. Buddy: “Finally, a real fight! Come get me Connor!” Connor lunges forward but narrowly miss the 10 year old’s body and is kicked in the back. Buddy: “And stop holding back!” Wally and Robin are watching intently from the sidelines. Wally: “This is the greatest day of my life.” Robin: “Do you think he’d fight Superman?” Wally: “Not in base form, maybe Super Saiyan or Super Saiyan 2.”

Connor did prove to be much more of a challenge than the others.

He even made the half Saiyan put in a bit more strength and a couple of Ki blasts when things got a bit hairy.

Connor gets his behind served time and time again.

But the pair have bonded and that’s what counts.

M’gann loves the little boy.

Even more when she hears he is part alien.

The Martian is the nicest of the group.

She reminds Buddy a bit of Mrs. Briefs.

M’gann has used her shapeshifting abilities to change her hair to look like Buddy’s.

Is happy to cook anything for Buddy.

M’gann pulls out a tray of slightly burnt cookies. M’gann: “Would anyone want more?” Most of the team groans with funny stomachs… except Buddy. Buddy: “Yes please!” Connor: “How!?”

Artemis, Dick and Wally are the first ones to know right off the bat who Buddy is.

Dick and Wally know the manga and Artemis learned the basics after hearing too many conversations between the two.

Since the three of them have more background knowledge on the half Saiyan, its easier for them to bond.

That being said the trio have a hard time not saying any spoilers.

Especially finding out which Saga Buddy is in.

Out of the three of them, Wally is the one who can keep up with Buddy’s speed.

Artemis and Dick managed to use their weapons on Buddy for a while before the kid quickly adapted to them.

Like father like son.

Buddy is looking down in front of the three of them. Buddy: “Hey… do you think I’ll be as strong as my dad? I mean I’m not a Super Saiyan, but I defently get stronger right?” The trio have flashbacks to Gohan and Buddy’s Super Saiyan 2 transformation and the entirety of the Buu Saga. Dick pats Buddy on the head. Dick: “You’ll get stronger.” Artemis: “Just remember to keep training, you and Gohan.” Buddy beams a bit at the response. Wally: “Yeah, you and your brother better keep up the good work!” Buddy smiles before thinking a bit. Buddy: “Brother’s?” All three teens freeze noticing the mistake. Buddy shrugs. Buddy: “I guess Trunk’s is going to be like our little brother.” Artemis, Dick and Wally internally: “Like father, like son.”

Buddy is not allowed to leave the cave too often as the days turn into weeks.

The half Saiyan did get cranky at the lack of room and getting bored of fighting Connor all the time.

Thankfully, Buddy is allowed on missions that need extra back up.

It’s during one of these missions that Buddy finally turns Super Saiyan.

Wally was not crying in the background, and you can’t prove it.

Thankfully, its around this time that Constantine and Zatara finally get the portal ready for Buddy to leave.

Buddy is saying his goodbyes to everyone. Buddy: “If you ever need my help, just drop by and ask! Bye!” The team waves goodbye as Buddy runs into the portal. Next thing Buddy knows he is standing a few feet from his home. Buddy blinks seeing someone come out of the house. It was his mother with a laundry basket. Chichi blinks too before dropping the laundry basket and racing to her little boy. Chichi: “BUDDY!” Buddy just accepts his fate letting his mother hug and cry. His own tears starts prickling out. Chichi: “Oh my sweet boy! Where have you been!?” Buddy: “Sorry Mom, but it wasn’t my fault this time.” WHOOSH! Buddy turns around at the familiar sound. Goku, Gohan and Piccolo were standing there. Gohan: “Buddy? Buddy!” Buddy smiles widely with his arms open as Gohan barrels into them. Goku lifting them both up into his arms sighing in relief. Gohan: “DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN! I COULDN’T FEEL YOU! I C-COULDN’T F-EEL YOU!” Buddy just latches onto his twin while Piccolo pats his head affectionately. It was good to be home.

[mentauxx]

⚠️ Spoilers for Shinrei tantei Yakumo volume 11 - file 01 ⚠️

Part 1 starts with the first victim of the four supernatural phenomena/the nasty things that'll be occuring later on in this book.

Rereading this really makes me appreciate how good Kaminaga-sensei is at building up the tension and picking your curiosity.

Especially in this form since one chapter is translated per month (or two I think (?))

Waiting every two months for a chapter is WAY better than reading the whole thing in one sitting if you ask me.

The emptiness I felt after reading this in 2019 and that major cliff hanger was just too much to handle.

Part 2 jumps to Yakumo's POV A.K.A the best POV of the series.

Now I have a lot to say on this one, so I'll be making a separate post later.

But, omg the way he smiled just thinking about her? Boy is the standard FR

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It's good to see Gotou doing well after his accident in volume 10. I do wonder how he'll handle the events that are about to occur in this volume tho.

The hug between Gotou and Nao is just too precious, and the fact that Atsuko referred to him as dad. Blood relation? Who needs that?

Unfortunately, Eishin just HAD to end his momentary happiness.

He'll never escape Eishin. Not even in Shin • Yakumo haha.

“I never wanted that”

This sure reminds me of when Ayaka was begging Kinoshita to “Stop already”.

Eishin is so unserious lmao.

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Love the Ishii and Miyagawa duo. Ngl I do miss when Gotou and Ishii used to investigate together, but this duo isn't bad either.

You can tell Miyagawa's respect for Ishii definitely increased, ESPECIALLY since volume 9.

The head poke is so funny. Gotou could NEVER.

I don't blame Ishii for being scared. Not even one bit.

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Yaharu my beloveds~

I'm definitely making a another separate post about the drastic changes in their relationship.

But for now I'll try to focus on the plot.

If I gained enough credits and landed my dream job MONTHS before I graduate, you won't stop hearing me brag about it.

Lol Haruka acting like a proud mother when Yakumo told her HE was the one picking up trouble this time.

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I love how it said This box shouldn't be opened and then they proceeded to open it lol

I mean, I would've done the same 😂

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STOP THE WAY HE PUTS HIS HAND ON HER HEAD

Mission: Stop putting your hand on Haruka's head.

Difficulty level: impossible

”Spread… what are you saying?”

Oh my god Yakumo 😂

The way Haruka finds Yakumo's glare adorable is just so cute.

“What a boring era.”

Lol

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The Kumakichi joke will NEVER get old.

So Sana is a high schooler, huh.

I don't know why I imagined her a middle schooler while reading the prologue.

Maybe because the ghost she saw was a middle schooler I guess?

I feel bad Like how tf do you expect a human being to stay sane when a drenched ghost is approaching them every day?

Gotou and Ishii bumping into each other is hilarious.

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Do NOT listen to her. It won't end pretty for you.

I understand why he would tho. Humans will cling to their last hope even if their brains scream that it's a bad idea.

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I just LOVE the friendship between Haruka and Makoto, and them having girls talk in front of Yakumo is just hilarious.

Haruka offered her seat and sat next to Yakumo. Happened many times. Will I stop screaming about it? No.

Haruka, Yakumo, and Makoto trio? I support.

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Oh, fun fact: Meisei university is actually a real university.

Nooo Yakumo are you ok? I hope he doesn't experience what happened in Aokigahara's sea of trees again :(

I love how we're learning more about ghosts in this volume.

“Stop it. Don’t you dare go and confirm it even if unintentionally.”

There's a limit to how wholesome a couple be, is Kaminaga-sensei perhaps not aware of this?

THE HEAD PAT Y'ALL

Makoto is so me lol

When I first read this volume in 2019 I didn't find it odd that Yakumo made up a lie and tricked the student affairs to get a key to the warehouse, but now that I'm rereading it, will Mizukawa REALLY believe that Yakumo decided to help out voluntarily just like that? Not to mention that Mizukawa isn't the only student affairs member Yakumo was involved with.

I wonder if this little detail will change in the complete version?

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Keiko did point that out before to which Haruka replied that she “doesn't understand how someone can act spoiled in front of the person they like.” I relate so bad.

Yakumo supporting Haruka when she was about to fall is so cute.

Human experimentation? Are you kidding me rn?

The chapter ends with them discovering Unkai's corpse. I think I'm starting to understand the direction Kaminaga-sensei is going for. I've ALWAYS been interested in the circumstances regarding Unkai's death.

Overall, an excellent intro to the tragic incident that shocked Japan.

[i-cant-sing]

I am in love with your yandere ideas, I don’t know where they come from

Probably some deep dark internal place where god has long since shown his light

Yes💖💖💖 but speaking of God, you know what type of yandere I want? The type we all deserve?

A religious yandere who is on knees every single day, praying and crying to God for you. A yandere who is a firm believer that you're two soulmates, that your name was written along side his way before the creation of the universe.

A yandere who does excessive charity and good deeds, asking everyone to pray for him that his God grants him the one he loves.

And perhaps the yandere has tried to get you, but he wasn't successful. Maybe it's because he's poor, maybe it's because you're not compatible with him, or maybe it's just because he's a walking red flag with his inability to take no for an answer (for real, you've threw your shoe at him too when he showed up at your door

Soon, people start to pity him/admire him for his persistent and pious self, and when they hear the way he describes you, how utterly and completely in love he is with you, their heart just breaks.

So, now people start to slowly pressure you into accepting him, telling you that his love is pure, and that no one will ever love you/care for you as much as him.

You turn them all down, telling them to mind their own business and of course, they're hurt by your rudeness. They tell yandere about how mean you are and how he deserves someone much better. The yandere shakes his head and smiles sadly.

"Her. Only her. God has made her for me, and I for him." He'd say, before going back to praying and it's only now that people realise that that's all he does. He prays for you, all day, all night. And it's starting to show that he's also stopped taking care of himself, spending his all of his time doing selfless good deeds and praying for you.

They are moved by how... devoted he has become. Watching how even when he's sick, dishevelled with the high fever, all he could mutter is your name over and over again like a broken record. And they ask him, why do you not ask your God to grant you health? And yandere would smile and reply, "I'd never ask Him to take away any suffering he gives me, for perhaps he'd take pity on me and grant me my beloved Y/n."

With him becoming a sort of Saint now, and being impressed by his love and devotion to you, the yandere mentality starts to spread to them. Soon, the town people form a small cult. Their mission?

To bring you and yandere together.

And since you're not taking the easy way, they're gonna go ahead and kidnap you, keep you locked up in their basement where perhaps once or twice a day, you're tortured by someone, telling you this is how your life is gonna be from now on.

While you're slowly breaking down every day, the yandere is worried now that he can't find you anywhere. He starts running around panicking, looking for you everywhere, heart sinking when he can't find you.

And that's when the town people's second part of the plan begins: guide yandere to where you are and let him be your Knight in shining armour.

The yandere finally finds you (after all the hints from the people) and he looks like he can finally breathe again when his eyes find yours.

"Y/n." He breathes out, walking towards you, but restraining himself from hugging you, for he remembers how you told him that you're repulsed by him, he remembers all the terrible things you'd spew at him.

But then a miracle happens. You throw yourself at him and start crying, begging him to save you- to get you out of here.

He feels like his world stopped for a few moments when you touched him, his rapidly beating heart finally coming at ease, matching the rhythm of your heart.

He nodded, inhaling your scent (despite you being sweaty and grimy) and telling you that everything will be alright.

And when he takes you home- to his small, humble abode, taking a washcloth to clean the dirt of your face, the town people can't help byr watch from the windows as their plan succeeded. The yandere tells you to sleep, that he promises that he won't do anything unbecoming of a man before leaving his house to get you something to eat.

And the people can't help but ask why he looks sad right now. Didn't their plan work?

The yandere sighs. "I'm worried. Y/n, she was hurt by someone. And- and I don't want to think what would have happened if I didn't save her. But..."

"But what?"

"But now she wants to leave the town. Says its too traumatising for her to stay here." He sniffles. "What will I do when she's not here? When I can't even see her anymore? What if someone hurts her again and I'm not there?"

What the fuck?

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A day or two later, when reader starts packing her stuff, some people from the cult come to hera and lay down the law for her.

"You're not leaving, Y/n. Because if you do, we'll make sure it's in a coffin." They start threatening you, even thrashing you.

Another part of the cult goes to yandere and starts putting ideas in his head.

"You can't let her leave."

The yandere sighs sadly. "What can I do? I can't force her to stay here-"

"Yes, you can. Yes you can! Don't you see? She's your soulmate, the one who was created for you. You can't let her go- that would be like rejecting God's gift to you!" They begin brainwashing him. "She's too naive to see what's good for her! It's upto you, her better half, to save her!"

"But she wants to leave-"

"She doesn't know what she wants is not good for her. She doesn't know what she really needs! What if she wanted to jump of a cliff? Would you let her? What if she she wants to put herself in danger? Would you let her?"

The yandere's eyes darkened. "No."

"Then save her. Save her from herself."

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By the time yandere comes to your place, you're all bloody and bruised from the beating from the mov earlier, and yandere growls as he asks who did this to you.

This time, he doesn't think twice about touching you as he picks you up and carries you to the couch, and starts cleaning up your wounds.

"They- they won't let me go! Please, you gotta help me leave town!" You cried, and his heart breaks a little at your tears.

He wipes them away. "I'm afraid I can't help you."

"Why?!"

"Because I can't protect you if you're not with me." He cups your cheek. "You're God's gift to me, and I am His gift to you. You are mine, and I am yours. And we cannot be apart from each other, Y/n. Don't you see how much harm it has already caused you?"

The cult outside couldn't help but smile as they watched you begin wailing and trying to escape yandere, only for him to tackle you down and kiss you.

They decided to leave you two alone (not really, a few of them still stood outside in case yandere needed their help capturing you or you tried to escape/hurt yandere.

The rest of the cult now began the third phase of their plan: making yandere and you as the cult leaders.

Should I make this an oc? A new one or perhaps an old one?

[moonlightazriel]

More than friends /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “Hi. I wanted to request an Az fic where he and reader are friends with benefits and reader get’s jealous of his “friendship” with Elain and thinks Az is using her. But everything ends happily.”

Warnings: Some mentions of smut, some angst and of course, some fluff

Word Count: 1,9K

Notes: I was dealing with some writing block, i wasn't able to write a single line, but now things are feeling a little better. Thank you anon for this amazing request!! 🖤🖤

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"You are sooo funny." My ears perked up, the words followed by the sound of Elain's airy laughter, my eyes instinctively turned to their direction, the sight of her hand perfectly placed on his shoulder, her slim body inclined towards him, she blinked innocently at him, her brown hair falling on her back, she smelled like fresh grass.

He was standing in the corner, near the weapon station, his muscular chest pressed up against his leathers, his wings resting comfortably behind his back, his black inky hair a little above his eyes and a beautiful smile plastered on his face.

I couldn't help the pang in my chest as jealousy washed over me, my hand gripping harder on the wooden handle of the morning star, the anger building up quickly as the way he smiled at her kept replaying on my mind. I shifted my feet, gaining more stability, the weapon spinning in the air, hitting Gwyn's shield with more strength than i intended.

The redhead looked at me, and i whispered an apology at her, the embarrassment tainting my cheeks red, she turned her head, looking behind her and watching the same scene and turning back to me, giving me and apologetic look, i shrugged, it didn't matter anyway.

I was in love with him, way before he started looking at me differently, seeing me as a real female and not just another one in the inner circle, he was the one approaching me at Rita's one night, saying that he couldn't stop thinking about me, the way he touched me that night got me addicted to him, wishing to be with him every second, and that's why i decided to accept the whole friends with benefits thing.

But things between us were just sex, he was excellent at it, i wasn't able to remember how many times he made me see stars with his tongue, his touch burned my skin in the bests of the ways, his cock fit me just right, every curve of our bodies fit so perfectly right against each other that looked like the Mother herself sculpted us, a perfect match made by the Mother and the Cauldron.

I spent countless nights on my bed, holding his pillow, feeling his scent and wishing that he for once, would stay with me, cried myself to sleep on an empty apartment feeling hollow inside, wishing that something changed inside him, i didn't needed to be his mate, i just wanted to be the one he loved.

But i wasn't the one he would look at with an stare filled with love, i wasn't the one he would seek comfort with, the one he would run to whenever he got back from a mission, it was never me, he only had eyes for her and that broke my heart little by little everyday.

I have been always aware of how close they were, but that didn't matter late at night when he held me in his arms, telling me how beautiful i was, my heart didn't paid any mind to anything when i was with him, intoxicated by his scent and his presence, my mind filled with him every damn moment.

Things were starting to reach a breaking point when the intrusive thoughts creeped up on my mind, spreading like poison and ruining every good moment i ever shared with him, late at night when i would sit by my window and watch him leave they would tell me that he was just using me, it was easier to him, having me as some sort of pity prize when he couldn't have Elain.

I screamed in surprise, the throbbing pain on my forehead and the warmth of the blood running down the side of my face, i have been too distracted to see Gwyn's sword flying in my direction, it was a folly mistake, a blow i could've easily dodged, i cursed feeling even more angry.

"Y/N i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to hit you." Gwyn sounded desperate, her voice felt distant as i tried to focus again, everything seemed blurry and dizzy as i struggled to get up.

"It's fine, i'm okay." I tried to reassure her, my voice sounding a little muffled by the buzz on my ears, the commotion brought the attention to us, everyone was gathered around us, it was hard to breath with them so close, my emotions getting the best of me as i tried to get out of there. My eyes were finally able to focus on something, and it was on Azriel's figure finally turning to see what was happening as he was too distracted talking to Elain to notice. "I just need some air."

The wave of anxiety made me push everyone out of the way as i rushed towards the ten thousand steps from the House of wind. I ran and kept running until my legs protested and i fell on the steps, i didn't know how many i have walked and i just stayed there, with my knees against my chest, trying to breath and to stop the fucking tears.

I was trying to focus on the words Gwyn have taughed us all those months ago. "I am the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me." I repeated the words to myself again and again until my head felt lighter and the tears had dried out.

"Six thousand steps on a frenzy, that's really impressive." Azriel's voice sounded somewhere behind me but i didn't even bother to turn, his boots hit the stone floor as he moved to sit by my side, a first aid kit slowly placed on the floor. "Can you at least look at me?" He plead and i sighed, my eyes glued on the floor as i turned to him.

His soft hand caressed my cheek, his thumb and index holding my chin as he lifted my head and forced me to look at him, as we locked eyes, i could see something deep in there, the same pained look i was obligated to stare at as i looked in the mirror every morning, it was like seeing my own reflection. I felt like i could breath again when he turned my face to the side, examining the injure on my forehead.

He was quick to prepare the things to clean it, his hands rubbing the spot with a piece of cotton soaked in alcohol, i hissed at the contact, the stinging pain forcing me to shut my eyes, squeezing them shut as he worked on me.

"It's funny how every time you get hurt it feels like it's my fault." He laughed humorlessly and my heart clenched, i suppressed the urge to close myself, we needed to talk, i couldn't keep letting him break my heart.

"You can't be blamed for my feelings." I shrugged as he cleaned the dried blood from my face.

"And what feelings are we talking about?" I focused on the stairs, trying to avoid looking directly at him.

"The jealousy and the self pity consuming my mind every time i think about the fact that i fell in love with someone who's in love with another female. " I simply said, i was too tired to pretend everything was fine. Azriel went still, his hand stopped rubbing the cotton on my face, i turned to him, he was looking at me intensely, like i had just stabbed him or something. "I would appreciate if you stopped looking at me like you didn't know i was in fucking love with you."

"Do you think that if i had any idea that you felt this way we would be in this situation right now?" I felt genuinely confused at this point.

"Well, it felt obvious to me that you did know, i just assumed that you didn't care." I tried brushing it off and look away but Azriel stopped me, his long fingers holding my head in place.

"Why i wouldn't care that the female i love is also in love with me?"

"Azriel, don't do this." I plead and he rose an eyebrow. "It's clearly that you have feeling for Elain, don't pretend that you have been in love with me all along, i don't need this kind of pity, you know this better than anyone."

"I'm not pretending anything, yes, i admit, I've been closer to Elain but it's just because i was asking for her help on how to tell you that i'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you. I just didn't know how to tell you that you are all i can think about, that i want to stay with you, i want to go to your apartment and cook for you, help you fix that damn broken door, fill your wardrobe with my things and make myself at home in your couch. I didn't know how to tell you that i want to scream at the top of Ramiel for the whole world to hear that you have my heart, it belongs to you ever since you first spared a glance in my direction."

My breath was caught in my throat and my mind was racing with so many thoughts at once, i squeezed my eyes shut once more, feeling the hot tears falling on my face. I waited for this moment for so long, pictured that it would be a late at night conversation after sex, everything would be perfect but this couldn't be any far from what i have envisioned but it didn't make it any less perfect. My heart slammed violently against my sternum, so loud that i bet he could hear it too.

"She's my friend, and that's all she will ever be, i never saw her more than this and never will because i only have eyes for you." I opened my eyes, unable to speak i throwed myself at him, my lips slamming against his, the kiss was messy, i could taste the salty tears, the mint in his breath and the slightly iron taste of the blood but it was the most passionate kiss i ever shared with someone.

"I'm sorry for acting like this, i should've just talked to you instead of acting like a jealous freak." He giggled a little, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "What do you think about us finishing those steps and going home?"

"I would like that very much." He inclined his head on my direction, kissing me again, more gently this time. "Are you already calling your apartment my house?" He said while helped me getting up, the sound of our feet hitting the stone floor was loud as we walked towards the exit.

"Of course, you will be moving right now since i don't want to be apart anytime soon." He laughed, whispering that he didn't want that either. As we walked, my head started to hurt again. "At least this damn wound helped us get together, cuz this hurts like hell."

"Oh baby, don't worry about that, i will take a very good care of you once we get home." He said, kissing my head and my heart squeezed at his words, a small smile making itself on my lips as all the negative thoughts got shut down, suppressed by all the love pouring out of my heart for the male in front of me.

[delfiore]

—DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. (2/3)

pairing: natasha romanoff x android!reader

synopsis: a face-to-face with caesar confirms what you are already too afraid to admit, as your days as the mole are numbered.

word count: 2.1k

PART I, PART III

Caesar’s new command kept you on edge, you barely had time to do anything else. It was in your program to obey the instructions you were given, so even if you didn’t want to, your brain—CPU—was calculating the best possible way to kill Natasha. You thought about poisoning her, stabbing her in her sleep, pushing her off a ledge to make it look like an accident. The thought of killing Nat was horrifying, but it was even more horrifying to know that you were perfectly capable of doing it, or that you would not be able to stop yourself once the command has been entered.

You wiped the tears that had been running freely down your cheeks. Looking in the mirror, you saw no flaw, no imperfection, just a hollow shell of your face model staring back at you. You wondered whether whomever your face was modeled after lived a normal life, if they knew of your existence, or were they just trying to get home after a long week of work.

“Baby?”

“Huh?”

“Ibuprofen,” Nat called from the bedroom, “could you grab it from the cabinet, please?”

The last mission she went on left her with a dislocated shoulder. It had since been reset, but she needed painkillers to help with the ache.

“Uh, yeah,” you sniffled and grabbed what she needed. When you returned to the bedroom, she was already looking at you with furrowed eyebrows.

She was silent when you handed her the pill bottle, and when you climbed into bed wordlessly.

“Y/N, I didn’t wanna say anything because I wanted you to feel ready to talk to me about whatever it is, but I’m worried, my love.”

You let out a slow breath, and mustered up the best smile you were able to.

“I’m okay. It’s just, work has been a bit stressful.”

“Really? Has Tony been overworking you? I can tell him to—“

“No, no, Nat, please,” you exhaled sharply, “just let it go. Please.”

A beat of silence passed and you thought she might have decided to drop it when she said. “You’re hurting, and I don’t know how to help you. It hurts me to see you like this.”

You felt the guilt gnawing at the back of your throat, threatening to spill out of your mouth. It was a surprising thing to learn that you could feel guilt (you have been feeling it a lot lately). Caesar must have installed it to make you second-guess disobeying him; another failsafe in case you desert.

“I don’t know if I’m deserving of all this, Nat.”

“What do you mean?”

“This, being Tony’s assistant, this life here, you.” You cried quietly. “I don’t know i-if I deserve all this.”

“Of course you do,” Natasha cooed. She probably thought you were going insane.

Natasha was never one for words, and the repeated opening and closing of her mouth was enough to tell you that she didn’t know what to say. She brought you into her arms, and let you cry quietly against her chest.

You never let her see you cry. There was an unspoken shame that you felt whenever you felt the tears coming, like you didn’t deserve to cry, like it was a privilege reserved only for those with real emotions. But if what you were feeling then, that warm sensation spread across your chest, the safeness of being enveloped in Nat’s embrace as she whispered repeated I love you’s in your ears, if that wasn’t real, nothing else on Earth was. Everything would cease to exist, and life would have no meaning.

Maybe that way you would finally deserve her.

You would learn later that Caesar had managed to get on the Avengers’ radar. It wasn’t hard to tell why; VULCAN is one of the only organizations in the world that manufactured artificial intelligence smart enough to blend into society without compromise.

“Jeez,” Clint laughed, “wonder how many of those are walking around Time Square right now.”

“If I had to guess, it'd be a lot." Tony opened a computer screen. "Which is why I've installed scanners in our metal detectors, looking for abnormally high levels of iron in a body. Could be an indication of synthetic blood. Everyone coming into the Compound will be scanned.”

“People with heart diseases and diabetes could also have high levels of iron,” Vision chimed in.

“Sounds like our accuracy could be off,” Sam noted.

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet, or how human-like these things are. This is our best bet right now,” Tony shook his head.

“One thing for sure, though,” Nat said, “we have to find who’s behind this. And when we do, we have to shut those androids down to prevent a national security risk.”

You weren’t in the room when the conversation happened, but you were able to hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y’s memory drive to access the recording of the meeting anyway. You needed to know what they said, even when hearing what Nat suggested broke your heart.

It is believed that the sense of smell is closely tied to memory. It is because the olfactory bulb is directly connected to the hippocampus, the section of the limbic system that processes and stores memory. You remembered the smell of the Factory as soon as you set foot in it. It was your first ever memory since before you opened your eyes; it was a sterilized, and clean smell, too much as if to hide another smell. But once you got to Caesar’s office, though, it was replaced by a softer smell of wood, and lavender.

“FD700-16.” He smiled and beckoned you over to embrace you.

“Hello, Caesar.” You let him wrap his arms around you. “I do believe this is the first time we’ve met.”

Caesar was a man of tall stature, even for his age. Lines like rivers adorned his face, and he sported a mid-length head of grey hair. There was a glint in his blue eyes that you couldn't quite decipher; at first glance, he looked like a gentle older man. You tried to scan your database for his identity, because there was no way his real name was Caesar, but your records were blank.

“But oh, is it? I’ve always been here, even before you were born.” Caesar smiled, a wicked grin. “I’ve always been there, watching over you. You were always meant for greatness, there’s no denying that.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “About my new objective—“

“Ah, come, we’ll talk about that later. Come, sit. You are the best model I have created so far.”

“I’ve learned a lot, sire.” You said with a small smile. “Your program has allowed me to learn things, experience emotions. I feel . . . almost human.”

“What have you learned of the files, 16?” You could tell he was growing impatient. “The one you were tasked with retrieving?”

You blinked a few times, surprised he had brushed off your comments so easily. “I’m working on it, sire.”

Caesar let out a low sigh. “Do you know why I started VULCAN? At this point, I had worked for the CIA for years. Espionage was what I excelled at, but I’ve seen how emotion clouded many of my colleague’s judgments. But I couldn’t blame them; our intellect is humanity’s greatest gift, but also our biggest downfall. And in my line of work, it could get you killed, or worse, jeopardize the mission.

I know what you’re thinking, 16. How could jeopardizing a mission be worse than dying? When you believe in something, really believe in something, it becomes bigger than you. It affects everyone involved in it, it’s not just you anymore. That is how humans have become the apex predator; we work as one.”

You took a moment to digest everything Caesar told you. It wasn’t how you saw it, but surprisingly it made sense. “So you founded VULCAN to . . . eliminate human error?”

“Now you’re getting it,” he smiled, but it looked more like a grin, him baring his teeth. “The Red Room had the same idea, but slightly flawed as it relied on human assassins. I want to take that formula and modify it, make it perfect.”

“Perfect,” you mumbled, looking up at him. “Is that what you intended for me?”

Caesar leaned back against his chair. “Perfection is never what we are, 16, but who we have the potential to be.”

You had been in the lab for hours by the time you decided to check the time. You had been working on the same model for a few days, just like Tony wanted you to; a new algorithm to deploy his rockets faster, one that he can do so manually should F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been disconnected from taking damage—a failsafe of a sort. Instead of him having to push a button or speak a command, it would run the program using the synapses in his brain as the command.

You thought you’d do your job properly, as you wouldn’t have a job tomorrow if tonight goes accordingly.

It felt easy listening to Caesar, to heed his command. It went against your program to pretend to live in this fantasy you had with Natasha, that would never come to be anyway.

Happy endings are for humans, not androids.

Caesar was right, and he was all along. He was your maker after all.

Natasha came by to pick you up. You were supposed to go to the rooftop for a picnic with her. After that you’d go back to her room and watch a movie before calling it night, except there would be no movie because by the time you leave the rooftop, Natasha would have been dead.

You had opted for an odorless and tasteless poison that would put her to sleep first so that she wouldn’t feel anything; it would simply cause her heart to go into arrhythmia and stop beating.

Nat brought you flowers when she came into the lab.

New York at night was no less beautiful than a meadow at night; the light of the city resembled a field of fireflies in the dark of the sky. Natasha made sandwiches to share between you, you prepared some strawberries, grapes, and cheese, much easier to slip the poison into—fluid mixing with the juices of the fruit.

You brought a small lantern to light up the space where you would set up your date; it seemed almost beautiful and peaceful.

She gave you a kiss as soon as she sat down. “I love this, babe.”

You flashed a smile back. “Only the best for my best girl.”

There was a hint of a blush on her rosy cheeks. Please don’t eat the strawberries.

“Yelena says she’ll be in town next week, says she misses you. Almost like she only came to visit you.” Nat smiled with a roll of her eyes. “She mentioned something about wanting to go to an art museum. Maybe you guys should go to the Met together.”

“I’d like that,” you said, watching the way she put her chin on her fold knee. “How long is she staying?”

“A week, but she always overstays her welcome anyway.”

“Nat?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t eat the strawberries.”

“Hm? Why?”

“Cause they’re kinda going bad,” you grimaced. “I’m sorry, I was in the lab all day. Forgot to go pick up fresh ones.”

“Really? We bought these like two days ago.”

“Well, they are from Trader Joe’s.”

Your skin jumped when she picked up the fruit, bringing it up to smell it, before taking a small nibble from it.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, would you?”

“What?” You blinked.

She spat out the piece she had in her mouth, and set the strawberry down.

“How did you know?” You sighed.

“When you stopped using the main entrance to the Compound, and only used the entrance from the living quarters.” Natasha clenched her jaw. “I should have guessed sooner, but I guess I was too afraid to admit it.”

The loud bang of the door blowing off its hinges left you completely on edge. FBI agents shouting with their guns pointed at you, and soon enough you were entirely surrounded.

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked back at Nat, seeing her without emotion. But you knew her; she was trying really hard.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” you said before deploying a smoke bomb and jumping off the building to your escape.

Natasha sat, slumped on the picnic cloth still with food and her affection spread out. “I know,” she whispered, hoping the night’s wind would carry her words to you.

PART I, PART III

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 12

This was it. The ship was about to touch down in New York, we made it in good time. The Autobots joined the convoy and I briefly considered hopping inside the blue and red flaming truck, but I needed to focus, I needed to get my head straight to make the impossible climb.

     ‘Hey.’ Lennox got my attention while we rode in the back of Ironhide towards the tall New York buildings where they would make their stand. ‘The second that ship lands, I’ll get you to the top of the tallest building we can find-‘

     ‘You can’t.’ I interrupted him. ‘No electronics. We can’t raise any suspicion for any reason.’

     ‘Harding-‘

     ‘I’ll be fine.’ I told him, only really half believing it. ‘Just hold the line for as long as you can.’

     Lennox was unsure, but nodded anyway.

     Optimus was driving behind Ironhide, pulling his trailer filled with weapons and other things he would need for the fight. He revved just as I finished speaking and I knew why. He didn’t want me to be alone, but there was no other choice.

     The ship landed moments after we arrived at the designated perimeter. The Autobots transformed into their natural forms and Optimus began shouting out orders. Lennox followed suit, commanding the teams to spread out across New York.

     I looked up to see the black exterior of the ship, I couldn’t see the top and fear began flooding my limbs. It was a long way to go.

     ‘Jane.’ Optimus said, quietly behind me. I turned to see him on one knee, staring at me, no one was paying us any attention, they were all too busy getting into their positions. ‘I will give you all the time you need, of that, you can be certain. And when you are done and safely back on Earth, I would like for us to talk of the future. To talk of tomorrow. I have made clear my desires, if you can make it back alive, I would like to know if yours are the same.’

     I could feel my breathing already speeding up. ‘Optimus,’ I almost shook my head. ‘Mine are the same.’ His blue eyes widened just a little. ‘I just need to get through this part first.’ I stepped forward, placing my hand against his cheek, watching his eyes close from the comfort of the contact. ‘I will do everything I can to complete this mission and come back to you. The nights we spent watching the sunset were the best I’ve ever had, please don’t ever forget them.’

     ‘I could never forget a single moment with you.’ He whispered, lowly.

     His eyes opened and for a second, I was blinded by glorious blue light. I placed a kiss against his cheek and felt him vibrate beneath my lips.

     ‘I’ll see you soon.’ I promised, before stepping away to complete my mission.

---

Optimus watched her jog towards the tallest building she could find. He never admitted it, he should have done, but he fell in love with her, and she should have known that. Perhaps she could feel it, she could see so many things about him, surely, she could see his love for her as well.

     This wasn’t the time to dwell on what could have been. The ship was opening, and the enemy was swarming out to destroy any electronics. The fight was about to begin.

     ‘She’ll make it back, Prime.’ Ironhide said, trying to keep his focus on the present.

     Optimus hummed in response.

---

I tried to stay calm, tried to focus on what I needed to do. I needed to make it to the top of the skyscraper next to the ship, climb the ship, sabotage it-

     I needed to think in terms of one step at a time. I just needed to make it to the top of the skyscraper. Just focus on that.

     I climbed up the fire escape stairs, not stopping until I reached the top. The battle had already begun and New York was slowly being torn down. I could see the Autobots fighting the swarms of wasp like creatures that came streaming out of the ship, the bright yellow of Bumblebee, Drift’s quick red blur, and the blue that was Optimus Prime. He was leading the charge as he always did, and it scared me that he would be the first to take the hits.

     There was no time to waste. Lennox and the Autobots wouldn’t last forever, and I had only cut out around fifteen hundred feet. It was marginal compared to what I had left to climb, but at least it was something.

---

Lennox looked up at the building that Harding had jogged towards through his binoculars. They discussed how important it was that she conserve energy where possible, that meant no sprinting, resting when she needed to and keeping her heart rate steady.

     He watched as she jumped from the very top of the building onto the ship. She’d begun the climb.

     ‘That’s it!’ Lennox shouted. ‘Harding’s on the ship. Fall back to the secondary perimeter!’

     His men had begun retreating with the Autobots.

     Harding had calculated roughly how much time it would take her to climb the thirty thousand feet, and added on an extra hour to accommodate for unforeseen circumstances, and the time it would take to plant the dynamite. They would have around eight hours if she kept a steady pace and used the air pressured gun to assist. Eight hours to save the world.

     ‘Hold this line!’ Optimus yelled as they reached the secondary perimeter. This was where they would make their stand.

     New York had been abandoned, they had plenty of warning of the ship’s arrival so there was no need to delay the evacuation. It would get messy, it always did.

     The plan was simple, the Autobots would be targeted first and Lennox and his team just had to assist in keeping them safe. The waspish creatures attacked in swarms, as Harding thought they would, but could easily be dealt with using electromagnetic guns. Minimal effect on the Autobots, maximum effect on anything significantly less advanced.

     Optimus’s eye was being drawn every so often to the black ship, he was worried about Harding. They all were.

---

After the first hour, I was tired. Not tired enough to even contemplate quitting, but tired enough that I worried for the rest of the journey. I used the gun to pull me up, securing myself to the side of the ship and taking some deep breaths, my heart rate was a little too high for my liking, but it wasn’t my biggest concern. There was still a long way to go.

     ‘Come on, Harding.’ I told myself. ‘You’ve still got a long way to go.’

     Lennox was so much better at motivating me. I missed his voice calling up from the bottom of the wall, encouraging me to keep going, but I was on my own now, I would have to make do.

     I kept climbing, I couldn’t stop moving and the next three hours were a struggle. I could almost hear Optimus’s voice telling me not to give up. I couldn’t quit, I had to do this, the world needed to be saved.

---

Lennox was exhausted. He knew he would be. Six hours of continuous attacks, even Bumblebee was struggling. Hound was running low on ammo and there was no sign that Harding had made it anywhere near the top yet.

     Epps was being pinned down in a nearby building and Drift was the only one able to head that way to assist. They didn’t stop firing their guns and taking down as many of these damn things as they could, but the problem now was the ship had begun winding up, like it was preparing to harvest the Earth’s core.

     Harding needed to get a move on.

---

I thought I was going to die. Twenty-five thousand feet up, I was an adrenaline shot down and the temperature was ungodly. I was mentally drained, I was trying to think of somewhere warm to motivate myself to get up the ship, but I could barely do one, let alone both.

     The view from this height was something to behold, a sheen of dark blue melting into light before the dark silhouette of buildings protruded above the horizon line. I wished I could have appreciated the beauty of it fully. I wished I could have shared the experience with Optimus. I even wondered how many times he had seen the Earth the way I did. He needed to see more of the Earth, he needed to understand how wonderful it could be, I wanted to show him that. But my will was breaking.

     I secured myself against the ship for a moment, pulling out my second shot of adrenaline. The air pressure gun was just about to finish charging and I would have a short burst once I pulled myself up the sixty or so feet.

     It was getting harder though. My legs were lead, my arms were shaking, and my breathing was far too heavy. I just couldn’t get enough energy back into my body to make the last five thousand feet.

     I rested my head against the cool metal and injected the adrenaline in through my trousers. I just couldn’t stop, even if I had nothing left. I was so close. The top was within sight, and I could even see a small opening that should have taken me inside.

     I looked down to see the gun was ready. I tossed the empty syringe away, pulled the gun out of its holster shakily and shot straight upwards. Another sixty feet down. I inhaled deeply a few more times, feeling the adrenaline kicking in and pushed as hard as I could upwards.

     Every step was torture, my body was screaming to stop, my mind fighting against it, trying to do the work my body couldn’t. I was getting slower and time was once again running out. I figured I only had another hour before Lennox assumed I failed and there was no way I was scrambling up the rest of the ship in that time. But there was no stopping now. I couldn’t waste the progress I’d made based on assumptions.

     It occurred to me that the creatures who inhabited the ship were paying no attention to me. They really either couldn’t detect me, or didn’t think I was a threat, either way, I needed to use it to my advantage.

     ‘I don’t think I can do this.’ I whispered. ‘The air’s so thin.’

     ‘Use your mask.’ Optimus’s voice rang out in my head.

     I may have been getting delirious. I needed more oxygen. The second the mask was on, I took a deep breath. I needed to rest a moment, I needed to refresh my body, give it what it needed to continue on. I couldn’t stop now.

     The only problem I had, was my suction pads on my feet coming loose for just a moment. They came away from the ship enough that I slipped, without being able to grip back onto the ship. I was falling through the air at a rapid pace, struggling to even touch the side of the ship, let alone grip onto it, on top of that, I was too close to safely pull my chute. I was failing my mission and about to die and there was nothing I could do about it.

---

Optimus had taken too many hits, Ratchet needed to make some quick repairs before he could even consider going back into battle. Ironhide dragged Optimus away from the front line and Ratchet got to work.

     ‘We’re approaching the deadline, Optimus.’ Ratchet said, trying to get him to lie still. Explosions were still going off around them and even though they were used to the violence by now, it was still a devastating state to be in. The screams of the injured were always the worst sound on a battlefield.

     ‘She will make it.’ Optimus said, defiantly.

     ‘What if she doesn’t?’

     ‘She will make it.’ He said much more firmly.

     ‘Optimus, if she hasn’t reached the top by now, her chances of surviving will decrease significantly.’ Ratchet pushed Optimus’s arm back into his shoulder socket and quickly secured it in place enough that he could continue the fight. ‘You can’t take much more of this either.’

     The arm was secure and the great Autobot leader would be able to fight again, but just barely.

     Optimus looked around him, the human soldiers were exhausted, some had fallen, his Autobots were being pinned down in their positions and the enemy was winning. He could not allow this to happen.

     ‘We made a promise,’ he said, loud enough to be heard by everyone close to him. ‘That we would hold this line until Dr Harding was successful in her mission. That mission has not yet been complete, so our duty still calls. She is giving more than she has to make that climb, I will give no less than that to ensure she has the time she needs. I will hold the line until my dying moment, if that is what is required to save planet Earth.’

     Optimus’s face guard slotted into place, and he picked up his sword. He ran hard towards the enemy, slicing and cutting through as many wasp creatures as he could. He could hear the sounds of the men and Autobots around him doing the same. The fight would continue on.

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[uenodivision]

Rap Guerrilla (Remix) (Great Eight Ver.)

[Kai, Ren, Chinami, & Sanyu:]

This is Hypnosis Mic!

[Ririko, Yuuya, Mina, & Kanon:]

Are you ready? Then let's go!!

[Great Eight:]

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

[Kai:]

The DJs on the decks, bringing music back to life

From opera to turntables, I've conquered every strife

Changing the game, feel the spirit in the sound

For my family and Japan, Veenyle will always stand his ground

[Zakari:]

Icarus in the sky, taking risks to feel alive

Luck is on my side, just watch me soar and dive

Spreading my wings, I've no fear of the fall

In this game of life, believe I'm gonna bet it all

[Mireya:]

Hey yo, nightlife queen, I'm the Gypsy in the scene

Vegas to Roppongi, my Palace still reigns supreme

Overcame my past, now I'm shining real bright

Fuck with me or my family, you'd better be ready for a fight!

[Ren:]

In this city of mine, dark romances come out to play

Kobe Division: Lovesick, we'll turn the night into day

From strumming for change to dreams that fiercely grow

I'll pave my way to the top, let the legacy of Vox show

[Kaiji:]

Crafting dreams with flair, and cosplaying with style

Oh, you're feeling cute? Well, let me charm you with my smile

Fair warning, fuck with Jinx, and bad luck will knock on your door

It's not temporary, but a curse, always coming back for more

[Max:]

In the wild woods, where the deadly shadows creep

Ōkami the Wolf is here, with the many secrets I keep

I may have lost my past, but I've found my call

In this deadly game, your death, I will not forestall

[Kai:]

Music is our bond, but the battle inevitably draws near

[Ren:]

Respect in both our hearts, but it's time we face our fear

[Kai:]

Each beat that we drop is just another story to tell

[Ren:]

May the best team win, let's give them all hell!

[Kai:]

The darkness blinds us, but in the distance, I see one light

[Mireya:]

Together with our family, we wield this one mic

[Zakari:]

Live the best you can; you only have one life!

[Zakari & Kaiji:]

Never gonna stop, we're never gonna stop (Hey!)

[Kaiji:]

Look around the town, there's so many bright lights

[Max:]

Who will be the one to seize Glory's spotlight?

[Ren:]

Enough talk and words. It's finally the show time!

[Leaders:]

We'll take you to the top

Welcome to the DOPE World!

[Chorus:]

Hypnosis Mic, do or die

We’ll snatch the top clean, we’re the rap guerrilla

We’ll show you what’s what, so ride on

We are the No. 1 hip-hop tribe y'all!

[Great Eight:]

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

[Kira:]

On this stage again, justice is in my sight

Uncovering truths, even through the darkest night

I may have left the army, but my mission remains the same

Harm either of my sisters, and you'll catch the Huntress' flame

[Chinami:]

Though I'm blind, I see the future, quite clear as day

I've no time for games, so please step out of the way

Life's a journey, and I refuse to dwell on the past

Pay heed the words of Oracle, only the true will last

[Taria:]

What's up, bitches?! The Misfit is here to play!

Ra-ta-ta, dance or get the fuck out of my way!

First opponent? Good, step up! Come on, don't be shy

You got something to say? Well, c'mon, I'm ready to fly!

[Sanyu:]

In Fukuoka's heart, where the outcasts play

MC Rogue here, redefining the way

Normal's a lie, society's cruel jest

Rejecting their norms, we're the ones truly blessed

[Tasuku:]

What's up?! The One-Eyed Bastard's here, cards in my hand

One glance from this eye, and you'll quickly understand

Fate's a joke. Thanks, but I'll make my own way

In the casino or in life, Katame is here to stay!

[Ming:]

Ah, the children, how sweet and pure

Innocent hearts, their love is the cure

Good child, good child, Miss Ming's here to call

For you and my family, I'll rise and protect you all

[Chinami:]

We stand for our cities, our families to defend

I bear you no grudge, but in this battle, I will not bend

[Sanyu:]

With strength and resolve, we will win the day

In Fukuoka's name, MIHANASA will slay!

[Chinami:]

The darkness blinds us, but in the distance, I see one light

[Kira:]

Together with our family, we wield this one mic

[Taria:]

Live the best you can; you only have one life!

[Taria & Tasuku:]

Never gonna stop, we're never gonna stop (Hey!)

[Ming:]

Look around the town, there's so many bright lights

[Tasuku:]

Who will be the one to seize Glory's spotlight?

[Sanyu:]

Enough talk and words. It's finally the show time!

[Leaders:]

We'll take you to the top

Welcome to the DOPE World!

[Chorus:]

Hypnosis Mic, do or die

We’ll snatch the top clean, we’re the rap guerrilla

We’ll show you what’s what, so ride on

We are the No. 1 hip-hop tribe y'all!

[Great Eight:]

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

[Ririko:]

Pushing forward, shining bright, we're here to light the way

2Cute's here, bringing joy, making marks every day

With BittASweetZ, the three of us, together, we'll definitely go far

No matter where we are, we'll shine just like a star!

[Shu:]

Lock-on, eyes heavy, but I'm still in the game

I'm running on fumes with no sleep, but it's all the same

Curtains rise, narcoleptic will push through the night

For my team and city, I'll fight, though I'm losing the light

[Alice:]

Cherie on the mic, designs in my heart

Beauty begins when you start to play your own part

In BittASweetZ, we find just where we belong

Together we're strong, our dreams will carry on!

[Asahi:]

(That's right!)

Crafting dreams with care, bringing joy to all to share

Feeling hungry? I'll cook some treats that are oh-so rare!

Springtime blossoms, wishing and bringing hope that is anew

In this battle, I'm SWEET-T. And I'm coming straight through!

[Yuuya:]

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a step

Stop midway and turn around? That, I will not accept

With deer guiding me, through the forests we roam

Just follow ARROW's lead, and we'll soon be back home

[Saigo:]

In the dark shadows where the undying truth unfolds

Tsukumogami's here, with many stories that are untold

Forsook my wealth. Why? I don't need it to survive

No matter the perils, Miraitabi will thrive

[Ririko:]

The darkness blinds us, but in the distance, I see one light

[Shu:]

Together with our family, we wield this one mic

[Alice:]

Live the best you can; you only have one life!

[Alice & Asahi:]

Never gonna stop, we're never gonna stop (Hey!)

[Saigo:]

Look around the town, there's so many bright lights

[Asahi:]

Who will be the one to seize Glory's spotlight?

[Yuuya:]

Enough talk and words. It's finally the show time!

[Leaders:]

We'll take you to the top

Welcome to the DOPE World!

[Chorus:]

Hypnosis Mic, do or die

We’ll snatch the top clean, we’re the rap guerrilla

We’ll show you what’s what, so ride on

We are the No. 1 hip-hop tribe y'all!

[Great Eight:]

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

[Mina:]

Do you copy, can anyone hear me calling right now?

Who am I, and why was I made in this horrible way?

'Mina Murray, will you continue to scrounge like some scavenger?

Or will the light of the sun do away with you, someday?'

[Elliot:]

Placing my words with care, I hope that they all rhyme

In Nature, this is where Nanashi finds his time

In this world of chaos, I quietly hope to seek and find

The love for all Earth's creatures, the most noble kind

[Yorii:]

Oh yeah, it's going down now, feel the beat that's in your feet

Sireen's here, making music that's oh-so sweet!

In this life we have, we'll sing every day

Come on, forget your worries; let's just dance and play!

[Sakura:]

Looking down on you, I sneer at your pathetic sight

In Shizuoka's underworld, Renegade owns the night

You fucked with the Kito-gumi? Bang! A bullet to your head

Let that be a lesson: oppose me, and you'll end up full of lead!

[Reika:]

In the shadows, wealth and power I claim

You may call me Belladonna, try to remember the name

With poisons and charm, I rigged the entire game

That's why no matter the opposition, I won't ever be tamed

[Kanon:]

Look at you, another failed experiment in my sight

Mz. Hyde's vengeance, no sentiment, just might

Chuohku's lies, I'll expose them all with precision

In this lab of revenge, you will all fall to my vision

[Mina:]

You think that you know me bitch, but I will not be denied

Come near me and my brothers, and I will bleed you fucking dry!

[Kanon:]

Better fit for experiments, what an angry, rabid dog

In the grand scheme, you're barely worth to be called a cog

[Mina:]

The darkness blinds us, but in the distance, I see one light

[Elliot:]

Together with our family, we wield this one mic

[Yorii:]

Live the best you can; you only have one life!

[Yorii & Sakura:]

Never gonna stop, we're never gonna stop (Hey!)

[Sakura:]

Look around the town, there's so many bright lights

[Reika:]

Who will be the one to seize Glory's spotlight?

[Kanon:]

Enough talk and words. It's finally the show time!

[Leaders:]

We'll take you to the top

Welcome to the DOPE World!

[Chorus:]

Hypnosis Mic, do or die

We’ll snatch the top clean, we’re the rap guerrilla

We’ll show you what’s what, so ride on

We are the No. 1 hip-hop tribe y'all!

[Great Eight:]

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

[Kai:]

Roppongi's light, we shine so bright

[Ren:]

In Kobe's heart, we own the night

[Chinami:]

Ota's wisdom, guiding our fight

[Sanyu:]

Fukuoka's strength, we'll set things right

[Ririko:]

Nakano's charm, with dreams in sight

[Yuuya:]

Nara's journey, our path is tight

[Mina:]

Setagaya's mystery, hidden from light

[Kanon:]

Shizuoka's power, the Great Eight's might!

[Chorus:]

Hypnosis Mic, do or die

We’ll snatch the top clean, we’re the rap guerrilla

We’ll show you what’s what, so ride on

We are the No. 1 hip-hop tribe y'all!

[Great Eight:]

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Hey! Whoa-oh-oh oh-oh-ohhh

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[lenin-it-to-win-it]

(cursed) lyrics below the cut

[Verse 1]

I make first contact But I always cum last Warp drive 69 I hit and quit fast

On a five year mission And it's searching for the clitoris On every single species I got on my checklist

I'm always fiending For sex with an alien I'll take what I can get Honey, Romulan or Mexican

Fucked a Klingon once Got my dick infected She said "Violate this pussy Like the Prime Directive"

I was like "Hell yeah, When you put it that way!" And that's how my ass Wound up in the sickbay

Bones wasn't happy But that man never is I only see him smile When he's tasting Spock's jizz

The hate sex goes stupid Arguments get 'em hard They snatch each other's weaves Look like Jean-Luc Picard

I'm like, "Gentlemen, please, Can we calm down a hair?" Then they both give me head In the captain's chair.

[Chorus]

To boldly hoe Like no man has hoed before To boldly hoe Drop my clothes down to the floor

To boldly hoe Captain of the Enterprise To boldly hoe Pussies drip when I enter thighs

[Verse 2]

Photon torpedo shaft Hairy balls like tribbles Bite marks on my chest Cuz my nipples get nibbles

My tits are so lit And my booty's so fine I can make you act a fool In every timeline

I'm talking TOS, AOS, Take me to your home address Tear my panties, make a mess Am I horny? Take a guess

My big fat ass Could make a Vulcan act illogical Put my dick up to their lips They'll lick it like a popsicle

But with a G-string on Spock plays me like a lute He spread my asscheeks wide Like a Vulcan salute

That man got me pregnant Now we're buying a cradle His dad's heart stopped Like on the Journey to Babel

Now that I'm a father I gotta learn and grow I've got better things to do Than to boldly hoe

[Chorus]

To boldly hoe Like no man has hoed before To boldly hoe But I've got a family to care for

To boldly hoe Captain of the Enterprise To boldly hoe I learned that love is the real prize

[Spoken interlude]

Spock: Captain, have you considered the logic of having a space abortion? Kirk: Mr. Spock, you're a genius! We're so back!

[Bridge]

No more responsibility To get trapped in I'll run this bridge Cuz I'm the motherfucking captain

I'll go down on T'Pau I'll make porn with the Gorn I'll slay on the mic Like I slay the unborn

The baby shower's canceled So save your congrats There's only one thing I wanna do now and that's--

[Chorus]

To boldly hoe Like no man has hoed before To boldly hoe Blast loads until my balls are sore

To boldly hoe Captain of the Enterprise To boldly hoe I'll smile when that fetus dies!

[blackbirdofasgard]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thanks for helping me appreciate some of my own writing! It is a great reminder, not just for me, but for everyone: take some time to enjoy your own creations! 🥰 (Also, please pardon the inconsistent summaries below; I keep changing how I want to summarize stories on AO3 😅)

In no particular order:

After Time Has Passed

As good as the new and improved TVA is, Loki's friends are unwilling to forget him and leave him behind. They formulate a plan to free him. O.B. and Casey build a new invention, Verity retrieves Mobius from the timeline, and then together they go to Loki and carry out their rescue mission.

Slipping Through My Fingers

"Loki?" Mobius breathed incredulously. "Mobius?!" Loki blurted, hurrying to stand. As soon as it registered that Loki was really there, right in front of him, Mobius snapped out of his daze. "God, Loki, it's great to see you! Where've you been?" he greeted, moving to help steady him, "Are you—?" "Wait, stop!" Loki protested, scrambling backwards a few steps frantically, "You shouldn't touch me." All of a sudden, Mobius became painfully aware that he'd never wanted to do anything more.

On the Edge of Waking

Dancing with Loki at the reception of their wedding, Mobius wonders how any of it could be real. Luckily, Loki is there to assure him that he's with him to stay. For all time. Always.

Søte Drømmer

When Mobius has trouble relaxing on their first night on the run from the TVA, Loki helps him keep his mind off their troubles and worries.

Ancient Skies

Loki takes Mobius to Asgard to show him the constellations he grew up with. Mobius enjoys the sights, but it may not be the stars he's paying the most attention to.