#hot hydro men??

[jhuzen]

do you have any thirst hcs for grandpapi neuvi? if you do pls share i’m so hungry 🤲

hydro dragonussy [m.reader]

hello hello, guess who’s back to writing again? this is a warmup because i struggled hard in continuing my kaveh request wip and a buncha scenarios for sick reader w genshin men and jing yuan all at once. on second thought… i think i really shouldn’t have written everything all at once. not to mention i’m trying out quotev to publish my yandere oc/m.reader stuff for fun. + yes that is the title. it’s either that or crybaby old man dragon thirsts. you pick.

𖦹 nsfw, neuvi is a virgin old man, underlying mentions of reader being an attorney (we all know i have a bias for them anyway, have you seen my workload series? lmao), switch male reader, switch neuvi, though we’re heavily leaning on bottom neuvi for this one, honorable mentions of cockwarming and thigh fucking, brief mention of double penetration (reader receiving), gentle and rough sex, implied dacryphilia (you), breeding, fontaine rains whether or not he’s sad, his tears are the rain and i will drink them like a hungry eremite in the sumeru desert.

Let’s face it, Neuvillette has no time outside of his work as the Iudex of Fontaine, he’s constantly buried underneath those paperworks, and on top of that, when he’s not tackling mountains of cases, he’s out in the opera, presiding trial after trial when the Oratrice can already do the same thing for him.

So when you appeared in his life all of a sudden, he was new to all sorts of things. In his long life as a dragon, he has had little experience in what you can offer to him. He’s awkward for the first few moments of your relationship.

It’s the same to sex — you’d have to take initiative in every single little thing, show him the ropes like the good commander you are, and he obeys with no complaints. He sees that you enjoy it, and if you’re good at it and you’re willing to teach him, he is an obedient patient.

Old man’s heads are very clumsy at first, teeth scraping against your length while he slowly but surely bobbed his head. He’s slow, but he treats your little guy with so much care. Looking up at you with tears pricking at the ends of his eyes as he tried to please you as best as he could. Obligatory weather report — it’s a light drizzle in Fontaine.

But when you give him head, Neuvillette squirms, it doesn’t matter where he is, he could not keep himself still. It’s always obvious that even you cannot bring yourself to blow him semi-public in his office, just because you’re afraid a poor innocent little Melusine would come inside and see their beloved leader squirming around traumatize them. It would also be bad for his image if you guys get caught, so… sexy times are inside the comfort of his possibly huge home as much as possible.

Sex with him is slow and intimate, very romantic. What did you expect? He’s from Fontaine and they apparently love to romanticize things. Whether or not who’s on top when you guys are doing it, they are a lot more languid in style, like a moment of relaxation between the two of you.

A switch, though preferably a bottom. Yes, that’s right, old man Neuvillette likes to be serviced. He likes it when you’re the one filling him up so good. It’s hot and heavy, just the way he likes it.

He’s a tired man, so he’s definitely a pillow prince— no, a pillow king. He lays there and takes it like a good boy, only gazing at you with those soft eyes, hazy with love and lust while you continued to push into him. He takes your hand in his every time you enter him and he always squeezes your hand tight the deeper you go in.

Call him romantic and a basic man, but he lives for missionary. He wants to see you while he feels you stuff him full of your cock. He only writhes in the beginning while he tries to adjust around you, squeezing you tight inside him while his breath stutters, trying to take you in all at once.

If he’s the one in charge, it’s all the same, he’s gentle with his actions, though, honestly, he’d rather have you ride him instead. He likes to see you in all your glory, with you rolling your hips in such a needy manner while he kept you grounded, holding onto you as he caressed your thighs. It’s perfect for him.

Oh yeah, and this goes without saying — he’s a dragon, so he has two cocks. Fitting him in is a sport on its own, but you graduated with a major in fucking dragons, so you’re good. He’s a bit thicker on the side too, so each time you take him in, you could feel every inch of him, and every throb of his cocks is a heaven sent feeling that courses through your insides.

Please be gentle with him, he is an old tired man who hasn’t had a break. He is so vanilla that it’s boring but his cries are worth it.

He’s a very quiet man too, his moans are shy and light, a gasp here and there and a tiny whimper with every increment of speed adding into your thrusts.

Neuvillette is definitely the type to squirm and get away from you at first, but you just need to keep him still and hold him down by his thighs before you plow into him. He likes it though when you do it, it reassures him that you want to do this with him and that you’re not letting him go no matter what happens.

Another weather report: a good light rain. Not too heavy.

Now that all the sweet stuff is out of the way, rough sex is not as often as the usual vanilla one, but it’s not completely an uninvited guest between you two.

If you fucked him rough and hard, Neuvillette will cry and break. His poor pristine and unmarked body, filled to the brim with your greedy bite marks and hickeys, glowing red and bruising dark purple that leaves him embarrassed when they’re still around if you somehow managed to weasel in a rough session in the morning before he goes to work and you will be reprimanded for it once he’s home, no exceptions.

“No more of these obvious markings,” he’d say with a stern tone, only to end up face down on the pillow with his ass up while you found a loophole and devoured his entire back instead.

He hates that he can’t see you when you go rough on him, because it’s normally him ending up with his face buried into his pillow while he laid on his stomach, his hips being held up by you while you ruthlessly pounded into him without even an ounce of mercy.

He hates it, but at the same time, it does help with keeping his noise down because when you’re doing him so roughly, Neuvillette wails, he cries hard, with those pretty tears of his not letting up. He’d scream to the high heavens and were it not for the fact that your hand was forcing his head down into his soft pillow, the entirety of Fontaine would hear it.

Again, Neuvillette is a tired old man, so something so rough definitely leaves him drained, you’d constantly have to hold him up halfway through your little session.

Fucking him while he’s on his side and his one leg hooked over your shoulder is a great compromise, with how you can both still see each other Neuvillette can immediately turn his head to hide away into his pillow when he realizes he’s being a little too loud on his own good.

He’s definitely the kind to force himself to be quiet. If you fuck him without anything for him to bite into to hide his loud noises, he will cry and be embarrassed through out, barely even managing to cover his own mouth with his hand without an ounce of struggle while his body jerked up and down, following through every harsh punctuated thrust that you made into him. Weather report: Fontaine has a storm.

Neuvillette cries his heart out every time you go rough, full on sobbing and it is such a turn on. The way he makes garbled noises while he would protest into your roughness, hand gently pushing into yours while he asks for you to be gentler and go a little slower, only to cling helplessly into his pillow when his pleas fell into deaf ears.

His tears are just… divine. He cries so prettily and he does it with unwitting grace and class — somehow, he’s just innately beautiful in every thing that he does. There is no such thing as an unsightly sobbing to this man.

Neuvillette makes this soft noise in between a whimper and a gasp every time you hit his prostate spot on and he just shudders in delight, his breath shaky until he can barely think straight.

Gentle or rough, he’s definitely into breeding. Neuvillette has a breeding kink and anyone who thinks otherwise will sink deeper than Khaenri’ah. Stuff him full of your cum and he’s a happy and satisfied man.

It’s not just the feeling of your hot seed pumping him full that pleases him, but being around the Melusines, treating them like his children despite them being just his subordinates has definitely gotten this old man all too paternal. He likes the premise of being able to build a family with you, and he will nurture your children with all his being.

Thigh fucking? Thigh fucking. Though it’s rare, only when he’s really tired but still aches to please you, and even you’re too lazy to move a lot.

Bother him when he takes work at home by making him cockwarm you. He could not concentrate at all — squirming and squeezing around your cock so deliciously while you teased him about getting his work done.

Has definitely tried wall sex with you, with his back against the wall while you held him up. May or may not have happened at the opera after a heated trial when he ruled against your client and you were pissed your streak of wins on that week crumbled into dust. It’s neither your fault but the client’s, but you’re a sore loser and Neuvillette is a stoic judge.

Call him daddy while you fuck into him and he will break, he’ll go slack, his mind numbed when a rush of dopamine just infiltrated his brain every time you’d call him that.

And after all that, aftercare is a must. Treat your dragon well. He did so much for you, and you broke his old man back after fucking him into oblivion. Clean him nice and well, kiss his tears away, and wrap him tightly in a blanket while you hold him.

[ilsanslut]

꒷♡꒷ THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR FUCKING!

♰ art credit: eriimyon on twitter!

♰ featuring: wriothesley + neuvillette. (separate) [genshin]

♰ note: crazily enough, i’m not in heat for once, HOWEVER, i cannot, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, get over wriothelsey and neuvillette’s boots. ever since the release of fontaine, i’ve been SO DOWN BAD for those two men and the fact that neuvillette wears literal thigh highs + boots aND SO DOES WRIOTHELSEY likeee???? they’re so cunty??? like what the fuck??? i want them to ruin me fr.

sypnosis: you take your obsession with your boyfriend’s boots into your own hands. word count: 3.3k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. female/fem-bodied reader SHOE/BOOT HUMPING! name calling/degradation. spanking. praise. minor petplay themes/usage of the names: puppy, pup, mutt, bitch, etc. (wriothesley) poor reincarnated hydro sovereign being scaroused yet fascinated by human desires. minor exhibitionism (neuvillette).꒷꒦

when you first mentioned what you wanted to do with wriothesley's boots to him, he laughed in your face—not maliciously, but simply amused—because he could tell from your longing stares that there was something more to the way you were practically drooling at him. so, to find out that this is what you had in mind all this time, he was not opposed to it. in fact, he was utterly fascinated to partake in your little fantasy alongside you.

“you got it, baby.” his smooth voice would come from above you as you sank to your knees before him.

your sheepish gaze lifted to meet his, and you felt yourself clench around nothing from the look in his eyes. his eyes were full of wild, unbridled lust as he peered down at you with a half-lidded gaze and salacious smirk. he was relaxing back against his large office chair, the golden lining around the red velvet making him appear kingly and regal from your position, perched on your knees like his consort. his legs were spread wide, making room to accommodate you, allowing you to take in the way his muscular thighs bulged from beneath his tight slacks, nearly bursting their well-tailored seams. he was so effortlessly hot that it drove you insane.

“c’mon, y/n.” he spoke to you, maneuvering his leg until he was able to nudge your panty-clad folds with the steel toe of his boots, causing you to immediately whine at the sudden contact and grip his calf for support. his smirk only grew, cruelly grinding the toe against your sensitive clit. “you wanted this, and yet you’re making me do all the work? take those panties off and get to it already, babe.”

you nodded, rising onto your knees, albeit shakily, as you hooked your thumbs into the waistline of your panties and pulled them down your thighs until you could discard them beside you. afterwards, both of your hands wrapped around wriothlesy’s bulky calf, and used the leverage to lower yourself onto the smooth leather of his boot’s surface. as the cool leather settled against your heated clit, your hips lurched forward while a startled squeal escaped your lips from the unexpected contact.

wriothesley was quick to soothe you, placing his hand atop your head to smooth your hair back against your crown. he lifted your chin just enough to meet your gaze, silently observing whether you were alright or if you were having any second thoughts. you responded by simply lowering your hips onto the leather of his boots again, whimpering as your puffy folds squished against the leather.

keeping your hands wrapped around his legs for purchase, you slowly but surely rocked your hips against the smooth leather, instantly becoming overwhelmed by a wave of euphoria. despite the boot's steel toe, the surface was even and soft. not to mention the excess thick stitching from a rhombodious design embroidered on top, which caused you to bump your clit against the rough, dull edge with each raunchy rock. the friction was nearly mind-numbing.

a chorus of sultry sighs left your mouth before you pulled your bottom lip between your pearly whites to muffle the sound. you felt a wave of shame wash over you as you realized what a depraved act you were committing. wriothesley, however, wasn’t having any of it.

his partially-gloved thumb met your lip, pulling the soft flesh free from your teeth. in an instant, his large palm was cupping your chin as thick digits squished your cheeks with enough force to pucker your lips. your gaze rose to meet his own, which was now boring down into you, steely and cold.

“now, now, being shy, are we?” the faintest hint of a mocking, snide smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked down at you from the bridge of his nose, as if you were inferior to him. something about the cruel, haughty look in his eyes as he glowered down at you caused your pussy to clench, your juices shamelessly squirting between your folds and his boot as your arousal became unbearable. you could barely utter a sentence in response, too desperate to chase your release as you continued to hump your messy pussy against his boot like a rutting puppy.

“you certainly weren’t shy when you were gawking at me like some kind of sex toy while squeezing those pretty thighs of yours—" he paused, quickly bending at the waist to pop two quick swats against your bubbly rear and thigh to accentuate his point, relishing in the sharp squeals that emitted from your lips afterwards. “—together like some bitch in heat, now were you?”

you warbled, an incoherent cacophony of pleas for him to be nice to you competing with your pleas for him to spank you again harder, amidst your pleasure moans, unable to say anything else. so, he answered for you.

using the grip on both your chin and cheeks, he nodded your head up and down like a ventriloquist manipulating his prettiest puppet.

“yeaah, i’m right aren’t i?” his words were dragged out like a mocking hum, and that amused smirk finally emerged in the form of a salacious, sly grin that spread across his lips, exposing his pointed canines.

you nodded for yourself this time, tears springing from the corners of your eyes as the pleasure you felt building within you began to grow to much for you to bear, your thighs quivering around his boot as your clit throbbed against the now ruined leather.

“so don’t you fucking dare hide these precious little sounds from me again, got it? you’re going to let everyone outside of this office know that the duke’s girlfriend is a needy little slut who gets off on rutting her pretty pussy against his boots like a naughty little puppy. understand?”

you nodded, thin lines of translucent drool beginning to pool over your blushing brims as your vision grew blurry, barely able to decipher the reality around you as the knot in your tummy grew tighter with every sloppy, needy hump of your hips.

“y-yes, wriothesley— mpfh! f-fuck, please, m’gonna cum, i can’t—!”

“—don't fuckin' back out now.” with a snarl, he interrupted you, releasing your cheeks to grasp your hair and force your gaze onto his. “come on, princess. make a mess all over my fuckin’ boot.”

and you did exactly that. with an uneasy, sloppy final stuttering of your hips, you finally came undone from your depraved acts. with your nails digging deep cresents into the leather straps that held his boots taut around his calves, the knot in your belly finally released it’s tension, allowing you to fall into the sweet bliss of your orgasm. your voice echoed through the steel chambers of his office as immeasurable warmth and pleasure washed over you, misting your senses. your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your panting, heaving breaths creating puffs of condensation against the steel that encircled the front of his thighs, where your cheek was now nestled. you could feel your clit throbbing against the ruined leather of his boot, your juices squelching out of you and smearing against both his boot and your folds in an obscene manner. a manner that made a satisfied, smug smirk arise on wriothesley’s lips.

soon enough, you came down from your high with his large hand stroking along your tresses, coaxing you along the whole way. when your shrill mewls turned into breathless pants and occasional whimpers, his hand would find itself on your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek in an endearing fashion.

“there you go. y’did so good for me, princess.” his smooth, baritone voice calmed you, bringing you back to reality from the high heavens.

you mumbled a feeble "thank you" for him allowing you to indulge in your fantasies while nestling your cheek against his soothing touch.

he laughed at this, deep and throaty, as he slipped his foot from beneath your messy folds, chuckling at the high-pitched whine that ripped from your lips as he did so.

“you’re welcome, precious . . . but you do know how things work around here in the fortress, don’t you?”

his voice had dropped an octave with a suggestive undertone, prompting you to open your eyes and peer wearily up at him with a confused glint. he met your gaze with a lascivious narrow, slowly removing his hand from your cheek and dragging it languidly over his own thigh until it rested atop the prominent bulge that had recently formed in his slacks. your mouth watered at the sight of his painfully erect cock threatening to burst through his zipper at any moment now. it seemed as though he enjoyed your little show just as much as you did.

“what is once graciously given, another must receive in return.”

“you want to what?” neuvillette would inquire, pausing mid sip from his silver chalice containing the finest water in fontaine as he peered you incredulously—an emotion rarely present on his otherwise stoic and aloof visage.

being the iudex of fontaine, he has seen all counts of life and even the darkest parts of humanity present in the courtroom. he even went out of his way to better understand you, your likes, your dislikes, your interests, your kinks, and your deepest desires. when dealing with humans, he knew to never be surprised by whatever they could have in store for him, but nothing could’ve prepared him for your anything-but-innocent inquiry.

what made matters worse is that you couldn't even explain where this desire stemmed from or why you wanted to perform such a lewd act—not to him—but rather to his boots of all things. luckily for you, your lover was a curious being, no matter how much he seemed otherwise.

wordlessly, he placed his chalice atop his large oak desk before scooting his chair back to make enough room to accommodate you. silently, he raised a hand, gesturing to the space between him and his desk, inviting you to sit. your gaze rose, meeting his own, only to see that there was an essence of carnality present in his bright periwinkle eyes.

“come.” he ordered, his voice bellowing with the faintest of echos in the spacious chamber of his office. his hand turned, his gloved index finger pointing to the carpeted floor beneath his feet. “show me.”

like a sacrificial lamb being offered to the shrine, you hesitantly pranced around the large oak desk until you came to stand before your sovereign lover, just as he had asked. his legs spread wide, both of his knees resting mere inches away from both of your thighs. your gaze fell to the ground, admiring his expensive shoes with regal gold rivets branded on the tips. thinking about the cool metal and how the smooth ridges would feel on your clit, your thighs squished together as you felt your arousal brewing between them—an action that immediately drew neuvillette's attention.

“you know i’m a busy man, and yet here you are, hesitating when i’m giving you exactly what you desire.” the deep rumble of his voice drew you from your reverie, drawing your attention back to him, only to see that he was now leering at you from where his head rested on his balled fist. his free hand rose, gently ecircling his large palm around your hip, his thumb rolling slow, titillating circles against the bone. you could feel the slightest of unsteady trembles in his grip, almost as though he were refraining from taking you right then and now atop his desk.

“do you intend to continue to waste both of our time, or will you finally kneel and act on your licorous endeavors?”

a meager apology tumbled from your lips, and you finally gathered the courage to lower yourself to your knees before him, both of your thighs straddling his right boot. one of your hands wrapped around his spat covered calf, steadying yourself as you hovered above his shoe, already feeling the coolness of the riveted, feathered-diamond design beneath your heated core. pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you grabbed at the seat of your panties and pulled them to the side, watching as a thin strand of your translucent arousal already leaked onto his shoe.

you let gravity take control of you, allowing it to push you down until you sank against the cool leather and smooth gold of his shoes. as the underside of your sensitive pearl rested on the smooth ridge of the steel, contrasting blissfully with the strapping leather, a shuddering sigh escaped your brims. you had only imagined what his shoe would feel like beneath your folds, but this was beyond any expectations you could’ve had. without wasting any more time, you slowly ground your hips to and fro along the surface of his shoe, each sensuous drag of your puffy folds against chilled steel and leather drawing a mewl of bliss from your brims.

above you, you heard your draconic lover chuckling in a cacophony of emotions: amusement, fascination, and, most of all, incredulity.

“humans.” he sighed mirthfully, a fond smile on his face, as he watched you rut against his shoe like a needy puppy in need of proper discipline. “your kind never ceases to amaze me with their intricacies—you included, starlight.”

you could only manage a whimper in response, your words becoming garbled and incoherent as you attempted to utter a formulated sentence amidst your writhing but failed horribly.

“what’s that, love?” he was having fun with this now—something about witnessing your sinful plight warming his water-tight heart. “use your words, darling. don’t tell me you’ve gone stupid on me already."

you glowered at him from under your lashes, your lips forming an indignant pout as your cheeks burned from his taunting and your embarrassment. your mouth opened—not to release more of those sweet moans that were music to his ears—but instead to shoot back a brazen retort, when all of a sudden, you were cut off by raucous knocking on his office door that captured both of your attention.

“monsieur.” a flat, feminine voice spoke from the other side—one that you both recognized.

clorinde.

immediately, you froze. your nails dug into the fabric of neuvillette’s spats as your hips stilled, your body trembling from the way your clit throbbed against chilled steel, aching for you to continue and bring you your sweet, sweet release.

your gaze shifted to his, and you noticed that all amusement had vanished from his eyes, leaving only a fleeting trace of unease behind them. placing your weight on your knees, you made a move to push yourself up so that the both of you didn’t get caught in your nefarious actions, but you were stopped.

a hand, gentle yet firm, placed itself atop your head, preventing you from rising but mere centimeters off of his shoe. confusion washed over your features, as you were shocked that he had stopped you knowing that someone else had just arrived, but everything became clear when you noticed the lecherous glint in his now narrowed eyes.

he needn’t utter a word to you to convey his intentions. instead, he arched his foot, causing the tip of his arousal-slickened boot to once again meet your sopping folds, eliciting—what would have been—a startled squeal from you if you had not muffled the sound by shoving your face into his knee. your pleasure-stricken, pleading eyes met his own, begging for mercy at the prospect of being caught in the act by not only your friend but also his closest subordinate, but his order was clear.

he wanted you to continue, regardless of your newfound audience.

and who were you to disobey the iudex’s orders?

it was only when you succumbed to his will by sinking yourself back onto his shoe and resuming your sloppy pace that he said anything else.

“enter.”

the sound of heavy oak swinging open, followed by the dull tutting of sharp heels against carpeted tiles, effectively sealed your fate. you tried your damnedest not to draw suspicion from the extremely perceptive woman by keeping your sinful mewls quiet, but as your orgasm drew nearer, the effort became not only more difficult but also taxing. daring a glance neuvillette's way, you could only smolder in silent, seething envy at how composed he remained, as if his lover were not riding his shoe within an inch of her life beneath him.

"i have completed the report on the recent fatuus trial that you requested. the one where he failed to best me in a duel before the trial carried on as normal."

her voice was so close, so unassuming. the sound of a sudden weight striking the oaken surface indicated that she was only a short distance away from the desk, probably dropping a heavy folder on it.

your cunt could not help but gush at the allure of it all—you grinding your pretty pussy against the now-tainted leather of your lover's shoe, right under the duellist's nose. the pressure behind your abdomen had begun to build, threatening to burst at any moment. you prayed to whatever higher being was listening that clorinde would not hear the downright debaucherous sound of your pussy squelching against his steel tip.

“hm, i see.” you could hear the inquisitiveness in neuvillette’s tone as he spoke, flipping through the pages of clorinde’s report to skim over the report that would be gone over later in greater detail. “thank you, this is very much appreciated.”

whatever clorinde uttered in response, you couldn’t hear or see. the tiniest of breathless squeaks emitted from your lips as your hips drew forward with one more quivering drag, finally delivering you over that cliff to your sweet, sweet, blissful salvation. you would have to apologize later for the deep teeth marks you left on neuvillette's spats, which were accompanied by a sharp and sudden clearing of his throat to warn you of those misbehaving pearly whites. you were powerless to stop it, though. that was the only thing keeping you from being exposed in this manner and losing the last shred of your dignity.

languidly and sloppily, you rode out those last few serene waves of your orgasm before finally slipping back to reality—one that was about to drop a rude awakening onto you.

“oh, and monsieur?” clorinde's voice echoed throughout the chamber as if she had already moved to the other side. when had she arrived over there?

“hm?” neuvillette responded, his hand casually returning to your head and stroking over your locks to coax you through those blissful waves in an endearing fashion.

“the next time you and y/n are intimate, could you please not accept guests during your private sessions?”

you could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed.

defeated, you deflated against your lover’s thigh with an audible groan, to which neuvillete would in turn reply with a chuckle of his own, offering a nod of confirmation the duellist’s way.

“so we’ve been told. thank you once again, clorinde.”

her departure was signaled by the heavy doors swinging shut, leaving you and your draconic lover all alone once more. with your cheek pressed against his inner thigh, you peered up at him, mortification evident in your eyes. except for a reassuring pat on your opposite cheek, neuvillette, however, did little to ease your displeasure.

“making a mess of yourself and my shoes, and getting not only yourself but the both of us caught, y/n? by our champion duellist no less?” he tutted at you, one hand coming to his wrist to peel off his gold-riveted gloves, revealing scaled and oceanic blue-tainted hands.

when you realized what his words and actions meant, your heart dropped into the deepest recesses of your stomach, festering with the butterflies that had begun to flutter.

“n-no, i didn’t mean—”

a mere glare was all it took to effectively silence you, your lips pressing shut against one another as you nearly flinched from the severity. you would be lying if you said that your clit didn’t throb with anticipation for whatever he held in store for you.

“stand. i do believe you’re in need of a proper punishment, darling.”

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Snowstorms ˚🦌⊹♡ ⋆꙳

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╰┈➤Credits!. (Dividers:CafeKitsune)

╰┈➤GN!Reader x Genshin men(might do women soon!),Mentions of alch0h0l(Kaeya) …』

˚₊✩‧₊ Lyney♤🃁

—Takes you on a walk through Fontaine as snow falls onto the city(Ty for crying during winter hydro dragon 😘😘/j)

—Tried to teach you a bunch of card tricks(attempt to teach you but uh,didn’t end well)

—Expect a bouquet of roses with little Christmas decorations mixed in

—Attempts to make Christmas themed quips at you

—Stocked up on hot chocolate months ago for this

 · ⌖ · Kinich⋆⸜ 

—Doesn’t really celebrate holidays but if you want to he will

—Got addicted to eggnog

—Would take you on a few commissions

—Got a plush in advance

—Ajaw was put in timeout for Christmas(atleast half the day)

—Had asked Mualani for Christmas ideas

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Kaeya 🍷ೄྀ

—This gay ass bitch went through an ENTIRE class on how to decorate for christmas

—Don’t be fooled by the decorations!he’s still bad with communicating his emotions

—Got drunk halfway,the apple cider was too good.

—Dressed up in a Santa costume as a joke.

—Spiked the eggnog and got every1 drunk

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ Wanderer

—Not big on celebrating

—You had to plan everything bc he was out being edgy

—Got you a mini plushie of himself with a Santa costume though.

—Took you to an amusement park,he got mad OVER EVERY game

—You did his makeup and put a few Christmas stickers

—HATED the ugly sweaters

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(thank you for reading honey!)

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[neuvilette-tea-party]

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨ It is worth it ୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

Neuvilette x F!reader

Tags : Pre-relationship, meet cute, friendly chatting, heartwarming, food and bread, hot chocolate and cat fur, cozy, comfy, fluff, Neuvilette POV

Neuvilette sighs. 

His hand solidly clasped around his cane handle, he tilts his head backward, letting the cold raindrops roll on his white skin in silence. 

Justice has been served today again, but at what cost? 

He slowly opens his eyes at the sound of children’s laughter. His violet eyes roll to the side to observe the adorable little rascals running around in the rain, chanting “Don’t cry, Hydro dragon, don’t cry!” to the top of their lungs while their mothers try desperately to grab them to bring them inside to prevent a cold. 

Usually, this type of scene brings comfort to his heart but today...  

That little girl should have been among them to run and sing to her heart’s content, but humanity’s cruelty decided otherwise. 

Sometimes he wants to stop everything and disappear, far away from humans. No matter his efforts and centuries of dedication to justice, they will never erase darkness from men’s hearts and he sometimes wonders if humans are simply worth all his efforts... 

Of course, he always brushes those dark thoughts to the side swiftly and carries on his important duties. Of course, humanity is weak and failable. But there is also good in each soul and mankind’s. This capacity to build and carry on, this will to right the wrongs as society advances, and this undying loyalty to the promise of a brighter future for each new generation are not only admirable but deeply fascinating. And he desires nothing more but to be present to witness and assist in the creation of said future. 

And who better than him to be impartial in court? Assisting humanity as Fontaine’s Iudex is his pride and he would abandon this post for nothing in the whole world. 

He just... He just wished that little girl had the chance to be here to sing under the rain with her little comrades. 

The culprit has been found and judged in an exemplary manner! But Justice, as fair as it may be is sometimes far from satisfying. 

Neuvilette blinks, realizing that he stopped feeling the cold bite of rain on his skin and slowly turns to discover you, an umbrella in hand to protect him from the rain and deep concern in your human eyes. 

“Monsieur?” You ask with a soft voice, “... Are you all right, Monsieur Neuvilette?” 

 He silently considers you for some seconds before fully facing you and offering you a polite smile. 

“I am well, thank you for your concern, mademoiselle (F/n).” He slightly bows his head to you. 

He doesn’t know you very well, you are a clerk at the court and one of his assistants during rush hours. He remembers you for your solid ethics and hard work, wishing more of the court’s servants were like you, investigations and file treatment of cases would be shorter and more solid he thinks. 

His smile slightly dies as concern doesn’t leave your eyes. 

“Are you sure? You seemed... Heartbroken a minute ago. Is it about today’s trial?”  

“Indeed, Mademoiselle. You have keen eyes, I must say.” He abdicates. 

“Do you wish to speak about it, Monsieur?” You gently propose. 

He fixes you, debating the right and good to reveal his worries and pains to you. This isn’t your burden and a polite gentleman should not worry his company, no matter the reasons. 

Witnessing his silence and colder expression you seem to panick a little. 

“Oh no! I am sorry if I was inappropriate, Monsieur! You just seemed so sad, alone under the rain I was worried I-” 

He raises his hand to sush you with a softer expression. 

“There is no harm, Mademoiselle (F/n). I thank you for your concerns, this is very charitable of you. But I do not know if sharing my worries with you would be the polite thing to do.” He takes his chin between two fingers pensively. 

You instantly calm down and smile at him. 

“Sharing worries is never a bad thing, Monsieur!” You almost chuckle, “If it isn’t to alleviate your heart then just to have an amicable conversation if you please?” 

He slightly tilts his head to the side. 

“Don’t you have a family to run to?” 

You shake your head with a gentle expression. 

“Nobody’s waiting for me at home.” 

He refrains from pressing his lips in a thin line.  

“I am sorry, Mademoiselle.” 

“What for?” You grin cheekily, “I am contented that way!’ 

He doesn’t have anyone waiting for him at home either, he realizes, and that never truly bothered him. 

“Then if it is simply to talk, I am obliged to access your demand. I know a place that bakes delicious croissants not far from the court, is it acceptable for you?” He inquires with subtle enthusiasm. 

You seem to freeze for a split second. 

“Hum...” 

“Is there a problem?” He worries? 

“No... It’s just... The price range of the neighborhood is quite high, I do not have the salary to pay for anything here...” You almost embarrassedly reveal. 

“Oh...” He simply says, “This is not a problem at all, is there a place you wish to visit in particular?” 

You check your watch on your wrist. 

“At this hour, not a lot of cafes are still open I am afraid... It is more restaurant hours.” 

Neuvilette refrains from a grimace. He is used to eating human food, but quantities eaten during meals like dinner and supper tend to upset his stomach, this is why he prefers the cafés and salons de thé: less food quantity and good water quality. 

And he doesn’t envision himself entering one of Fontaine’s night cabarets, as culturally significant as they might be! 

“If it doesn’t bother you, you can come home with me?” You propose. 

Once again, he ponders if it is an honorable thing to do. Entering a single woman’s home like that... It would take a lot to tarnish his reputation, but he should remain careful and your honor is also at risk! He should not make a decision detrimental to your own reputation. 

But again... Given the hour and the dying light, would the honorable thing to do not be escorting you safely to your home?  

“I gladly accept, Mademoiselle.” He smiles, delicately takes the umbrella from your hand, and places himself next to you, “Lead the way.” 

You silently walk in Fontaine, listening to each other steps and the rain hitting the umbrella’s fabric, witnessing Fontaine’s nightlife awakening. The art galleries close down with the different shops as the posh clubs, restaurants, and terraces illuminate the paved streets with their gentle lights and busing sounds. 

Fontaine is as lively during the night as it is during the day. 

As you continue walking Neuvilette cannot help but notice your gaze is fixed on the the luxurious shopfronts with an expression of... longing.  

His eyes lower to your top. 

It strictly abides by the rigorous court protocols and is thoroughly clean but even your best efforts could not hide the time’s damage on the fabric, the color subtly faded, the hems unstitched in some places... 

This gilet is older than you, he notes. It was surely a big expense at that moment and you do not have the means to pay for a new gilet of that quality, even though your cat likes to claw it if he judges by the scratches at the bottom. 

As if you felt is gaze on you, you spin your head to look up at him. 

“Yes, Sir?” You ask. 

“I am simply pleased to notice you follow the Court’s dress code rigorously, Mademoiselle.” He smiles tightly. 

You nod accepting the praise, and keep going.  

Soon enough the streets get darker, and the buildings get older and less maintained. Neuvilette realizes he did not step foot in the poorer neighborhoods for decades and at that time, they were freshly built and clean. 

But that was before! Now... 

“Can you wait a second? I have an errand to make.” You ask. 

“Of course.” 

You nod with a large smile and sprint to a local shop. Neuvilette slowly follows inside, closing the umbrella, and realizes it is a small bakery. It is quite cheap but clean and bright with stalls half empty according to the advanced evening hour. 

“Welcome Mademoiselle, ho... Oh, mon Dieu! Monsieur Neuvilette?” The cashier starts and immediately crashes down when she discovers Neuvilette in the shop. 

He politely bows his head as you look up at all of the bread available. 

“Are you a bread enjoyer, Monsieur?” You ask with a musical tone. 

Neuvilette tilts his head at you. A bread enjoyer? He is not especially a food enjoyer and is not especially fussy about bread, even tho this is one of Fontaine culinary pride... 

“I rarely eat bread, I must admit.” He announces placidly. 

“That’s a faux pas, Monsieur! Especially in Fontaine!” 

“I am sorry.” He presents his excuses. 

You look at him with a snigger, quite amused by the situation. He approaches the counter to look more closely at the loaves of bread. They’re just... Bread. Nothing to especially note. But you seem quite excited before the different loaves. 

“You must try their pain de campagne! And their baguettes! The Bâtard is so tasty too!” You continue, visibly elated by the food in front of you. 

You pick up some bread pieces in the little sample basket with some cheese bites to go with it. You put them in your mouth and moan in pleasure as you much down the treats. 

“So, so good.” You wipe off some crumbs off your lips. 

Neuvilette looks around, letting the smell of bread invade his lungs deeply to try and notice the different notes. Focusing on his senses he can start smelling rye flour and poppy seeds, barley and oats flour, the marmalade and chocolate of the pastries, the sugar and the fruits... He can smell the salt and the butter, the different waters used in the dough... 

He lowers his gaze to the small piece of white bread you hand to him and he delicately bites down, cracking it in two. He slowly appreciates the crunchiness of the crust, the salty taste, the fineness of the crumb, and how easily it dissolves with his saliva, he can taste the faintest taste of brown sugar and rye. 

He usually eats tartine in very small quantities and with confitures, marmalades, or salted butter, rarely just bread alone as he did not see the benefit of that, but mostly to sauce his consommé. But now that he can taste bread on its own merit... it is rather nice! Daresay pleasant, even. 

He picks another bite with apricots and raisins in it and puts it in his mouth, letting the sugar invade his mouth while the white crumb melts and the golden crust cracks. 

“It is quite savory.” He finally judges with a tight smile. 

“Thank you Monsieur.” The cashier bows to the Iudex, “I will report your compliment to the baker.” 

You buy a ficelle and a pain de campagne and head outside with your paper bag pressed against your chest and a pleased hum. Neuvilette reopens the umbrella to keep you both dry and follows your lead in silence, letting his gaze navigate between the streets you walk in and you. 

You smile joyfully with an appeased heart. 

And that is the reason why he could never disappear in the wild and abandon humanity behind... For those exact smiles. 

“We arrived!” You announce, taking out your keys to open the door of a ridiculously small house squeezed between two giant concrete buildings. Neuvilette climbs up the steps leading to the door and enters after you, taking care to shake the umbrella outside to not get water inside the corridor. 

“It’s a bit small, I am sorry.” You chuckle, taking off your coat to hang it. 

“This is not a problem in any measure.” He counters, laying the closed umbrella in the metal tubes where another one awaits to be used.   

The ceiling is quite low he notices, and the rooms are pretty tight, especially with furniture, but it is warm and smells delicious. He doesn’t have time to walk one step, a little fur creature jumps right before him and hisses furiously at him. 

Your cat, he presumes. 

He very slowly bends the knee to the ground and extends his hand to the furious fur ball that tris to give him scratches. But those are more for show than anything else, he can see that the cat looks pretty afraid of him. He offers one finger and the cat cautiously approaches to sniff. They smell him three times, before booping their nose to his fingertip and walking away regally like they were not terrified out of their depths a second ago. 

Neuvillette stands back, pleased to have been properly welcomed by the fur guardian of the home, and advances in the short corridor to discover a small living room mixed with a kitchenette. Turning his head he discovers you cutting some chocolate with a knife while some milk is gently heating up on the stove. 

“Oh! You can take off your coat and shoes, Monsieur. Make yourself at home.” You invite joyfully, “There are some slippers in the small cabinet, you should find something for your size.” 

He traces back his steps to take out his long coat and heels, opening the cabinet to discover five pairs of slippers of different sizes, not accounting for the one you put on yourself. 

Didn’t you say you lived alone? 

He takes the larger ones and puts them on. They are simple in design, but quite comfy and warm. 

He comes back to the living room kitchenette to witness you fish out two cinnamon sticks from the milk that gently simmers now, adding some sugar and cocoa powder. 

“You can sit down, Monsieur. I am making some hot chocolate, do you wish for some coffee? Some tea? Anything?” 

He contemplates the crowded small room with polite interest but modest detachment before turning his gaze back to you. 

“Hot chocolate would be perfect.” He answers. 

No need to have you make a second drink just for him! He rarely drinks hot chocolate but he can enjoy some, especially when it is politely offered. 

“I hoped you would say that!” You chuckle, passing the hot liquid through a sieve and putting it back on the stove to add the chocolate chunks. 

He takes out a chair and sits down, not really sure what to do with himself, nor really why he accepted to enter your home like that... 

He lets his gaze wander again, discovering the old wood pieces of furniture that seem to have been in the family for generations, the completely full bookcase, the alcohol cabinet, the old TV with the big armchair, the cat’s basket where the cat is looking at him... 

Intensely. 

The large buffet he wonders how you could even fit in this room in the first place, the children's drawings on the walls, and... 

“Is that me?” He asks, taken by surprise. 

You turn your head in the same direction as him to discover a small part of the wall filled with Monsieur Neuvillete’s black and white photos of his portrait. 

He is not sure what to think about that until he realizes... Those are press cuttings. Old press cuttings. 

“Ah...” You simply say, bringing two large mugs, “Yeah, hum... I have an explanation.” You try to hide your embarrassment. 

He squints at the pictures, trying to remember when they were taken... Was it not- 

“My parents and Grandparents were factory workers.” You start, pouring down the fuming hot chocolate in his mug, “Back when Fontaine started to industrialize. I imagine you remember this period Monsieur.” 

“Indeed, I do.” He confirm. 

Back to one of the biggest economic boom of the city, where a lot of families came to live and work in Fontaine. 

“Worker’s rights... Were something else at that time. My family has been in unions since the very beginning, clashing with the bosses all the time. There was an incident once...” 

Neuvilette remains quiet, memory flowing back to him. A factory incident that cost the lives of five workers, a tragedy for all the families and several protests followed that tragedy. Workers were asking for better working conditions and hazard pays, which the factories leader kept refusing, arguing that the incidents resulted from the workers unfocused minds and not a lack of safety regulations on their parts. 

Neuvilette was asked to preside the trial. 

“My grandfather died in the incident.” You reveal, “A machine manipulating dangerous chemicals exploded, killing him instantly, my mother and father tried to help the rest of the victim and were poisoned by the fumes.”  

“I... I am terribly sorry, Mademoiselle. This is a tragedy.” 

“It was, very much so.” You simply agree, sipping your creamy chocolate, “My Grandmother and parents fought with the unions during the trials. Trials that you directed.” 

He nods, silent. The salt to the injury was that it was not the worker who pressed charges, but the factory leaders who accused the unions of pressing the workers out of their posts for protests, creating huge losses for the factory that could result in its shutting down, making everyone lose their jobs. 

“You finally judged that the working conditions were unlawful and not up to Fontaine’s standards. You forced the bosses to deposit money to the victims’ families and harden policies for the worker’s protection and raise the salaries as compensation.” 

Neuvilette gaze turns back to the press cutting, where he can see himself surrounded by relieved workers in overalls and one where he poses, shaking hands with an old, but alert lady. 

“That's my Grandma...” You inform, “My parents died from chemical poisoning soon after the trials ended and she had to educate me and my younger sister alone while managing the union.” 

“I remember her...” He reveals, swarmed by memories, “A strong-willed woman. Very self-assured and honest. A good woman.” 

You smile gently at him. 

“Thank you. She thought the same of you. She always wanted to ask you for dinner as a thank-you gesture but you are a busy man.” 

“I would have gladly accepted.” He sentences. 

“I grew up with stories of you. How you made workers’ lives easier with your reforms and judgments through the years. Thanks to them she could pay for my law school with the help of grants and now I can pay for my little sister’s Private Medical school.”  

“I am pleased to be of help, even to just one family.” 

You snigger again. 

“You are too modest, Monsieur. You helped more than a hundred families that day!” 

When he is about to respond, your cat jumps on the table and comes to brush themself against his face, not caring for his mouth now full of hair. 

“Compote!” You chastise the cat, “I am sorry, Monsieur Neuvilette. She never does that usually...” 

He gently caresses Compote’s back with an affable expression. 

“There is no harm, I... Oh...” 

Compotes decided to jump on his lap instead of going down from the table and started to make biscuits. 

“I, hum... That’s a first, I admit this. She is usually more wary of strangers.” You apologize. 

Neuvilette starts scratching Compote’s ear, making her twist her head for a better angle, a light purr rising from her as she lays down his lap for a good nap. 

“It appears I am now a prisoner.” He cannot help but chuckle lightly.  

“I am so sorry.” 

“No need, it is not unpleasant to be a cat’s chosen one.” He keeps brushing the silky fur with a dreaming expression. 

He finally raises his mug to his lips and sips on the thick chocolate, letting it invade his mouth and senses entirely. 

It is... Delicious. The cinnamon is adds so much depth to the drink, it is an original addition. 

“That’s Grandma’s recipe.” You inform him, finishing your own mug with a funny chocolate mustache around your mouth that you quickly wipe off. 

That is not... unpleasant, Neuvilette decided. It is warm and relaxing. 

“Ah! The rain stopped!” You gleefully exclaim. 

Neuvilette turns to the windows where the moon’s rays start appearing, tearing the heavy rain clouds apart at long last. 

“Wonderful.” He smiles, “This is wonderful...” 

 This is worth it. 

Humanity... Is worth it. 

[last-braincell-standing]

shoving all the hot men out of the way to get at my cringy, girlfail theater kid hydro god

[transmascaraa]

random but yes my final thoughts on all the new natlan chars with a conclusion in the end lmao

mualani .

i love her she's so cute help i knew i would love her ever since her first appearance i literally can't wait for her drip marketing tmrw

the tattoo typa things on her skin help?!????!??!? beautiful?!!?!!?!??

hydro women>>

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kachina .

SHE'S ADORABLE HELP

i love all the genshin children sm they're so precious i swear even dori /p

i love her hair a lot tho

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kinich .

LOOK.

MY FAVORITE CHARACTER(scara) HAS COMPETITION NOW.

I WILL REFRAIN FROM SAYING TOO MUCH BUT BASICALLY I LOVE HIM. (and ajaw lmfao that little thing about to become like boothill)

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citlali .

ANYWAYS LOOK AT HERRRR

she's so cute i love her

something about her reminds me about hsr fu xuan but either way she's probably the cutest char from the trailer imo^^

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xilonen .

help me i can't do this anymore the women are literally top tier(offtopic but she's almost identical to one of my ocs which i won't rant about rn lmao)

THE MAKEUP AND HAIR???? MY FAVORITE WOMAN FROM NATLAN?????????

SHE'S THE DEFINITION OF SMTHN LIKE "in war rn but at least i gotta look hot" AND IT'S TRUE

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iansan .

somebody help why did we only get like 0,6sec of her😭

still i'm very excited for her

for the design at least since i truly have no idea of her personality lol

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chasca .

i love this woman already

also the mole she has on her shoulder bro i have the one on the same place

cowboy vibes from her btw??

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capitano . and ororon(olorun?) .

about capitano; first, i'm very excited, and second, i wish he said more than just "hmph."

about ororon(olorun?); heard that he turned out very bad based on who he references and even his name is very messed up i'm pretty sure?? basically the same situation that happened with candace/kandake EITHER WAY i'm excited to see him more and like will he be the first tall male anemo help lol i like his design

can't wait for them although i have other preferences for now

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mavuika .

THANK GOODNESS SHE'S NOT LIKE THE LEAKS

i absolutely love her design and everything sm about her literally please don't die and yeah she's now my third favorite archon along with furina and nahida

also despite the outfit not being revealing and all and literally a 10/10, i have a feeling she's gonna get very sexualized because of that zipper😭

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in conclusion, i absolutely love the characters.

the only problem is that there's not really many dark skinned characters aside from iansan and kinda tanned mualani and xilonen ig

here's a link to a petition to try and stop hoyo from making the skin colors as light as they always do😭 i personally didn't look into it too much at first because of which countries the nations were based off of, but now this is supposed to be africa/south america and there's not really much skin representation

yeah, sure there's representation, but not of skin color other than iansan(and mualani and xilonen too)

finally, i think that all the designs are truly 10/10 it's just the skin colors bothering me aka hoyo's typa racism due to them being a chinese company. again, don't get me wrong, shitty company and i hate racism(as a white person) but the characters are great in all honesty and all the other types of representation are great^^

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(good thing i personally don't play the game because of my phone storage and i'm just in the fandom from it's release bro and i love the lore so that's how i know the characters and story in the first place)

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update:

my honest thoughts on the drip marketing(no pictures)

KACHINA IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE SHE'S SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS TO ME THAT'S IT(what animal is she supposed to be btw??)

MUALANI LOOKS SO PRETTY!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SM PLUS HER SHARK IS ALMOST AS CUTE AS HER

KINICH JUST LOOKS SO GOOD. I LOVE THAT MAN. I AM NOT USED TO LIKING TALL MEN AT ALL BUT HEAR ME OUT...........

I LOVE ALL OF THEM FR I'M SO EXCITED FOR MORE CHARACTERS

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(is it just me but do they look like they all have the same skincolor on their drip marketings???? like are kinich and kachina a bit darker OR is mualani lighter than she looks???)

[ashiemochi]

ASHIE ASHIE ASHIE

MY BEST FRIEND, MY BELOVED CAN I PLEASE, PLEASE REQUEST AN ANGRY! LEON SMUT FROM YOU WHERE READER DOES SMTH STUPID DURING A MISSION OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

JUST SOMETHING UNTIL THE NEW FIC COMES OUT

<3 i keep getting carried away with this guy, whoops-

you knew better than to go against your orders - direct orders.

Leon Scott Kennedy was the captain of your squad of five. Each one of your teammates had a specific job to do; one was in charge of scooping out the area. Two had his hands on the strongest of weapons, and mostly explosions. The third and fourth were on Leon's side, guns drawn with attentive eyes - leaving you the fifth; in charge of keeping watch on any oncoming enemy.

"Do not engage. You alert us and we can handle it from there - you understand?"

And you did - but why not engage?

You six were sent to a rural city in Russia, Dargavs Village - balls deep in the winter season. The weather was freezing your tits off but you had to stay put for the sake of the mission. You had gotten a tip that a possible virus was in the making, early stages and whatnot, right underground.

Leon and the rest of your squad went inside the building, leaving you alone with nothing but a flaregun. Your captain could've provided something to keep you warm but no, all you had was a hot pack - that had long gone cold - and your lukewarm coffee in your hydro flask.

It happened all too fast. One second you were keeping an eye out when you noticed numerous snowmobiles stop by the little house, and the next was you alerting your captain frantically. He was alarmed by your tone and told you they were moving out - and judging by his tone, you knew he needed more time to find the research files.

You wished you were the one with heavy ammunition. Your flaregun was for emergencies and you only had three bullets. You picked up the giant duffle bag next to you; it was for your partner - the one with the firearms. When you zipped it open, your eyes widened in glee at the rocket launcher.

You barely voiced your plan to Leon who was instantly against it.

"You keep gathering information - I got this."

"No, Y/N! Do not engage!"

"This is our only shot, Leon! They're too many, they'd wipe you all out!"

"And you can take them out?! This is a direct order - you will get yourself killed!"

"Tell Johnny I'll pay him back for the RPG."

That was the last thing Leon heard before loud rumblings shook the ground. The speed at which he ran out left his squad panting when he reached the open air only to see a massive wave of snow toppling down the mountain. The houses were sturdy enough, made of bricks and cement so he was safe.

How in the fuck did you cause an avalanche?

In the distance, he saw snowmobiles speeding after a white specific mobile - it was you. He ordered your squad to stay inside one of the tallest buildings before sprinting down to hide behind a wall and take down the three masked men, stealing one of the snowmobiles and going after you.

It was one of the most horrible moments with it happening in less than five minutes but seemingly lasting an eternity. When the avalanche had settled down, having taken out most of those minions, Leon was growing concerned by the second, yelling out your name as his eyes scanned the aftermath. Several snowmobiles were poking through the heavy rug of white and something churned in his stomach.

Then there it was; a red bullet flying into the air.

Leon found you hiding behind one of the many trees in the forest, breathing heavily at the adrenaline. You were unscathed. At first, Leon was utterly relieved to see you were okay, the next though...

Well, it led you to this very moment in the confines of the warm hotel room.

To say you were overstimulated was an understatement. Your lips were swollen from your attempts to not be too loud at the merciless rutting of his hips. Your hands were gripping the sheets of your bed, mewling helplessly.

Leon was behind you, having you in a standing doggy position, as he fucked you harshly. You really should've known better than to piss your own captain off - your husband. One of his hands was wrapped around your throat and the other was pressed flat to your back to keep you arched, making you feel every inch of his cock.

"Every goddamn mission," Leon snarled, throttling himself deeper, "You always gotta go against orders, don't you?"

He was mad, you knew that. You fully believed it was valid but then again, you managed to save your team and get the information needed for the assignment. You gave yourself a pat on the back for this and Leon chose to teach you a lesson instead. You weren't entirely refusing it, though.

"Leo- oh, fuck!" You moaned, your arms beginning to shake at the intense pounding. Your poor cunt was quivering at this point, having edged to hit cloud nine god knows how many times. You were never the type to keep count.

"Mmh," Leon muffled his groan, hungry eyes trailing down to the way your pussy swallowed him whole, "Your body listens to me more than you - look at you taking all of me, fuck..."

"I don't think you even deserve to cum," A dark chuckle, "At least not with my cock."

"Please!" You pleaded, eyes snapping wide open with a gasp when a slap left your ass cheek stinging.

Leon sent another smack, the sound echoing in the room, as his thrusts did not relent nor falter. You were up in the clouds, biting your tongue to hold back your shrieks. The action sent you gushing more around him, and he hissed when your walls clenched and contracted his dick.

"So fucking messy..." He chastised, squeezing a handful of your cheek to soothe the burn and he looked up at you, releasing your neck to tug on your hair.

Your moan died up in your throat when he towered over you, sinking himself to the hilt. His eyes bore into yours intently.

"You sure know how to keep me on edge, huh?" He snapped lowly, "How do you think I'd feel if my own wife was along those bastards that died in the snow?"

"It was to, ah, keep you," You whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment, "To keep you safe. I led them away, to save you."

"Isn't that what you taught me and the rest of the team?"

A whisper.

Leon's eyes softened but remained in their sharp icy nature, voice heavy with concern masked with frustration.

"You shouldn't have done that, either way. I'm your captain, you listen to direct orders."

"Yeah," You managed to nod, looking up at him, "But you're also my goddamn husband."

The DSO agent's rage shook, tipping over like a volcano. You were always so stubborn - and he loved that about you. It saved him and deemed the mission a success. He could've lost you that day, making him grow anxious at the mere thought of ever not having you by his side anymore.

You may not have known as you were in the shower, but he was seriously about to tear up. When you had gotten out and only joked about how you almost became like the Winter Soldier from the Marvel comics, that thread of restraint snapped.

"Damn it," Leon's cock resumed pulsing into your starving cunt and letting go of your hair to grip your hips with both hands, "You're a fucking menace."

Your body shook with each thrust, moaning into the air with little to no care about any other hotel room. Warmth was starting to bubble within you, alerting you of your upcoming orgasm. Your legs shook to keep you standing.

Leon grunted through gritted teeth, feeling your walls tightening around him and he quickly slipped himself out right before you came.

"No! Please, let me cu-" You cried out, believing he was denying you yet another high but his lith middle and ring fingers replaced his cock.

"Oh shit! Leon~!" You squeaked as he finger fucked you noisily. His other hand stayed on your lower back to keep you still, pumping in and out purposefully that sent stars flashing in front of your eyes.

The pleasure that hit you was massive - exactly like that avalanche. Except it was searingly hot and shook you to the core. You gushed and gushed, cum dripping to the floor as the clear texture splashed and coated his hand and your inner thighs.

Your arms gave out and your legs nearly followed if it weren't for Leon to pull out and push the back of your thighs so you were on your chest and knees on the mattress.

You breathed heavily, audibly whining at the lingering climax. All that edging might as well blinded you but you soon found out your eyes were only closed.

"Happy?" Leon hummed, a smirk on his lips as he lathered his dripping hand over his rock-hard cock, pumping himself a couple of times.

Your gasp hitched in your throat when you felt that delicious stretch of his giant cock slid right back inside with long and deep strokes. His chest pressed down on your back, his dry hand finding its place around your neck right under your jaw, as he hovered over you.

Leon tilted your head up, diving himself deeper till his heavy sack brushed the inside of your thighs. Your hooded eyes were hazy, faint moans escaping through your lips.

"Did you learn your lesson, baby?" Leon's voice sent shivers down your spine and that loving glint in his eyes was more apparent than ever.

A smile itched the corner of your lips, giggling breathlessly, "I don't know - I wasn't listening."

"Oh, you cheeky..." His chuckles rumbled through his chest, shaking his head as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, "Guess I have to go from the top, huh?"

"Guess you have to."

You shouldn't have gone against direct orders - but for nights like this, you'd go against the President himself.

[laismoura-art]

How about some avatar au for your atla fan heart.

Mortal Kombat avatar au with our ocs.

🌊🪨The avatar au 🔥🌪

Water tribe:

It's obviously the lin kuei but with bi-han being more of the master at water bending and kuai liang, Lisa making fun of him while he's practicing the other students.

Bi-han: what type of whining is this!? Back in my day we trained in the cold winter's at night and no matter how cold it got I never stopped training.

Lisa: yea you just cried and begged father to let you in-

Bi-han: YOUR CATCHING FISH TONIGHT!!

Kuai liang: I need jasmine tea, for this..

Earth kingdom:

The Edenians, special forces , harumi and Johnny and kenshi from the earth nation it's all out order and chaos maybe the umgadi could be like the dai lee.

Harumi: has the war really stopped in ba sing se?

Kenshi: I don't know if it's pretty peaceful there. Tanya do you know anything about it?

Tanya:*visibly sweating* um maybe..

Sindel:*the tea is exceptionally good today. I hope no fire nation are here.

*two fire nation run aways: yea.. It's fire nation free. Would you like some moon cakes with that?

Sindel: oh you know me so well.

Fire nation:

The netherrealm, suchin and the shirai ryu together being in the fire nation except they aren't demon's and such. The avatar is to be from the fire nation in the avatar cycle. People are expecting asmodeus to be the avatar and this got hatsune banished and settled with hanzo hasashi in the earth kingdom.

Asmodeus: make way for the avatar fire Lord people the strongest in the world

Sareena: is he always this much full of himself.

Jatakaa: careful you might get banished.

Suchin: ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS FULL OF YOURSELF!?

hatsune: hey master i made you some tea.

Hanzo: *drinks tea and spits it out* Ugh this tea is nothing but hot leaf juice!!

Hatsune: master hansi that's what all tea is..

Hanzo: how could my own apprentice say something like that!?

Air nomads:

The white lotus plus Raiden and fujin in the air nomads. Liu kang is a, fire nation adopted by raiden and learning air bending not knowing he is the actual avatar. Kung Lao is a air nation prodigy like Liu kang but kung Lao is, hoping to go through greater lengths and be the best air bending master in the world.

Kung Lao: geez I hope asmodeus isn't the avatar.

Liu kang: yea it's not like he'll cause a war if he isn't.

Kung Lao: say what would happen if you became the avatar?

Liu kang: I won't be the avatar and besides I am not that responsible he monk raiden never let's me feed the baby bisons.

Kung Lao: true, want to play air ball?

Liu kang: sure!!

Later

Liu kang:*avatar state after some shit asmodeus did*

Kung Lao:.... The world is either in peace or doomed....

Yoo Dragon!!! This looks sooo cool!!! :O 💖💖💖

Sorry it took me a while to reply, I actually wanted to gather and develop some ideas that came to mind! And it turned out ENOURMOUS!

So I hope you enjoy:

💦For the Water Tribe:

I was wondering, since this is the Lin Kuei, I imagine the previous chief was involved in some pretty shady stuff, imagine he even made a deal with the fire nation at some point in an attempt to hold some of his remaining power? Imagine if he even sent some of his men to war to fight by the Fire Nation? Of course his plans backfire (literally, lol) and he ends up dead and Bi-Han ends up as the new chief!

I imagine that after years of shitty decisions from the chief, this Water Tribe ended up a mess and on the brink of destruction, so Bi-Han took it upon himself to make things right and return the Tribe to its previous glory!

The only problem is: He is the youngest chief they ever had and he is painfully inexperienced! So he is hardly taken seriously. He also doesn't trust the elders of his Tribe, given how they didn't do much to prevent the previous chief to mess up, so he relies on the youth, his twin siblings and friends, Hydro, Cyrax and Smoke (he's still deciding if Sektor can be trusted, as he is related to the previous grandmaster)

Though Kuai and Lisa often tease Bi-Han (as siblings do) they are his big supporters and do everything they can to be good advisors! Bi-Han is happy to have them around, even if he has to hear a joke or two at his expense...

🌿For the Earth Kingdom:

I like that Harumi is part of the Earth Kingdom, and you know she's my flower girl, so I was thinking: What if she was originally a waterbender from the Swamp?

Imagine, she was born in the swamp and learned to waterbend the flora around her, when she grew up she wanted to leave to explore the world (or at least the Earth kingdom, she was particularly curious about Omashu and Ba Sing Se (surely none of these cities will disappoint her… lol))

Imagine if people sometimes mistake her for the Avatar cause she is a waterbender born in the Earth Kingdom, lol!

Also, I LOVED the idea of the Umgadi being the Dai Lee!

Imagine this: Li Mei was once a Dai Lee soldier who got promoted and then learned what the Dai Lee was actually like (means to conspire against the kingdom and manipulate the royal family) Li Mei couldn't stand to be part of it and tried to leave, reveal the truth, only to be taken to the Lake Laogai. It was years ago and now her memory is coming back, but she still struggles to show everyone the truth.

Lucky for her she's not alone! The young earthbender Tanya was promoted just as she was and upon finding out the truth, she also could not stand to be part of it (it also helped her decision the fact that she is secretly dating the Kingdom's elder princess, Millena), but instead of trying to expose the truth, she tries to stop the Dai Lee from the inside with the help of a few trusted teammates and Li Mei as their coordinator. Together, they will bring the Dai Lee down!

🔥For the Fire Nation:

Damn, your girl Hatsune just can't catch a break when it comes to her shitty brother, can she?

Well, at least she's with Hanzo! I imagine Hanzo was once a soldier, one really mean and scary, maybe? the type that would almost burn the Earth Kingdom's capital to the ground? But pulled back after say... a family tragedy?

So now he seeks a more peaceful life for himself, hidden in the Earth Kingdom and taking care of this fellow Fire Nation girl who was just so wronged by her own family? 

I wonder if Suchin is so confident in talking shit about Asmodeus cause she knows she's one of his top girls and the moment she leaves his side he will get killed! (Little he knows, Suchin and the girls would rather get the job done themselves, lol)

🍃For the Air Nomads:

Ok, I absolutely ADORED the idea of the Avatar being from a Nation but being raised in another one! Cause it's such a fun concept, like, Liu is raised by the Air Nomads and is taught to live by the air nomads beliefs and the first attempt at bending from him will be at air bending, and as the Avatar he WILL succeed, so just imagine how it would be for this kid who is a airbender through and through who will one day find out not only that he's the Avatar but also a firebender by birth! That would be a WHOLE LOT to take!

Through the dialogues I can see that Liu already knows he's a firebender and Avatar, but I wonder how he found out. The idea of this coming as a shock and a big reveal is just soooo cool!

Also makes me wonder when did Raiden learned all this, if he knew from the start, if he had some suspicions as Liu was growing up, or if he found out just as Liu did (My bet i on the second one)

PS: I love that whenever there's an Avatar x MK AU, Liu is ALWAYS the Avatar!🤭 I think it's suiting for the "Chosen One", lmao!

[it-was-funeral-grey]

Rainy day procedure (Al Haitham x F!Reader)

Prequel Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Extra 1 Part 5 Masterlist

Summary: The Grand Bazaar receives an unexpected visitor on a rainy night.

Warnings: explanation about periods including parts of the female anatomy, period shaming, misogyny, mentions of sanitary pads and tampons, female anatomy, rain, mentions of pooling rainwater,

Word count: <2.4k words

Inspired by:-

Author's note: yea, i've seen a lot of people being ashamed of their periods. and a lot of men who make fun of people on their periods, saying mean stuff. I hope i write it in a way that's ok and easy to understand i hope it isn't too ooc too

if i wrote anything regarding this wrongly do tell me!

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

The Grand Bazaar has a big problem when it rains.

For some context, the Grand Bazaar is underground. To enter, you go through one of the three tunnels, which begin above ground along Treasures street.

So, unfortunately, when it rains, these tunnels end up as a drain, leading rainwater to pool in the Grand Bazaar. To make things worse, the Grand Bazaar isn't an open-air area. This makes the place unbearably humid when rainwater pools.

Alas, today is one of these days. Outside, the rain pours. And once again, the tunnels serve as the city's drain. The wooden doors at the end of the tunnel are powerless to stop the flowing rainwater, leading to a stream of it once again spilling all over the floors of the Grand Bazaar.

People of the Grand Bazaar have been petitioning for years for the Akademiya to solve this problem but to no avail. The best the Akademiya did was install a small step at the entrance of the tunnels, which was wholly useless. At best, it only served to trip unsuspecting guests on their way in.

It wasn't a secret. The Akademiya hated the Grand Bazaar and what it represented. They thought the arts were a useless endeavour- a distraction from the pursuit of knowledge. So, they tried everything to get rid of them. Banning public performances, threatening to shut down the theatre, you name it, they've tried it.

But things have changed now. Ever since Nilou's performance at the Akademiya plaza and the whole scandal at the Akademiya, the attitude towards them has improved. Restrictions on the arts have been lifted, and old laws regarding performances have been abolished. Things are really looking up for artists and the Grand Bazaar.

"Maybe it's time we tried asking the Akademiya again," groaned Afshin as he carried his wares away from the door and the incoming rainwater. Afshin's stall, regrettably, is right next to one of the entrances of the Grand Bazaar. "A simple gutter. That is all we want."

Nilou can only sigh at his statement. Mr Afshin isn't wrong, but asking the Akademiya for help is scary. They have been eerily quiet about matters regarding the arts as of late- not imposing rules and restrictions, but not expressing their support either.

"We shouldn't!" retorts Jut. "Let's not bring any attention to ourselves. It's already a blessing that they've gotten off our backs."

"But that's precisely why we should be asking! We should strike while the iron is hot! Who knows when they will decide to impose all those rules again?"

"But what if they decide to do so after we ask? What if they think we're a thorn in their side by asking again?" Jut argues as the two make their way to the stage with large boxes in hand.

The stage is the only place safe from rainwater on days like this. Everywhere else, rainwater will pool, destroying produce and wares. In the past, the moment it rained, losses were inevitable, as merchants could not move their wares away fast enough. But ever since Nilou received her Hydro vision, this didn't become such a big deal anymore. She'll hold back the water until everyone finishes loading their wares onto the stage before letting to water flow naturally into the bazaar. Then when the rain stops, she'll guide all the water into a nearby river. This is the usual procedure for rainy days.

After the last merchant loads their ware onto the stage, Nilou relaxes her hands, letting the water burst through the flimsy wooden doors. Muddy water fills the bazaar, and Nilou sighs again. Clean-up is going to be painful, especially since the rain is much heavier than usual today.

Everyone working in the Grand Bazaar congregates on stage, using the high ground to escape the flooded floor. Nothing unusual from rainy day procedure. Everyone will sit around the stage, complaining about closing their shops early, chatting, or eating snacks. Or, more commonly now, debating whether to ask the Akademiya for help again.

It's just another rainy day. And rainy day procedure was carried out. No one is expecting anything. There's nothing to expect. No customers, no deliveries, no audiences.

That was until a splashing sound was heard from off the stage, followed by a string of curses.

"Hey! What are you doing? It's flooded down there!" Afshin suddenly exclaims. In an instant, everyone's head perked up, turning towards him.

Worried that someone was stuck in the water (although it's barely knee-deep), Nilou immediately puts down her slice of Tachin, bolting to the edge of the stage. Looking in Mr Afshin's direction, she sees-

"Mr Al Haitham?" to say Nilou is shocked is an understatement. Gently parting the water so that he has a clear path to the stage, she continues. "What are you doing here?"

Al Haitham hurries over to the stage, muttering a quick thanks under his breath. By now, everybody on stage has gathered around, watching the unexpected visitor walk up the slope.

"It seems that I've come at an inconvenient time," Al Haitham states, glancing down at his dirty boots in discomfort before looking around. "And it seems that all shops are closed for the day."

"You're drenched! Quick, someone get him a towel!" Someone calls out.

"No need," Al Haitham shoots back. "I'll be heading off now."

And then he turns and begins walking off the stage, leaving everyone stunned.

He's just gonna leave like that?

"Wait!" Nilou finally calls out. He stops in his tracks and looks back at the dancer. "Is there something you need?"

"Well, if all the shops are closed-"

"Now, hold on a second!" Now Jut speaks up. "All our stuff is here! We can still sell you things!"

Some merchants murmur in agreement as they stand up and walk over to their wares.

"You've already walked through muddy water," Afshin says as he pulls out his items from a box. "Whatever it is you're finding must have been important."

Al Haitham looks away for a moment before turning back to the stage. Walking towards the preparing merchants, he glances at their wares.

"I just need clothes-"

Immediately, the merchants begin showing him what they have. Perhaps because of the lack of customers today, everyone seems more enthusiastic than usual.

"I'll sell this to you for a thousand- no, eight hundred Mora!"

"Don't listen to him! I'll give you this and that for eight hundred Mora!"

"I don't need-"

"You said you wanted a shirt, right?"

"Not in that size, smaller-"

"Five hundred Mora for you, sir!"

"Now, hold on-"

Al Haitham is surrounded by hopeful merchants pushing items into his hands, yelling prices into his ear. It's clearly an uncomfortable position to be in. Nilou decides to step in when she sees Jut drop a bottle of spice all over Al Haitham.

"Let's not overwhelm him, everyone!" Nilou declares. "Let's all calm down, ok?"

Right away, the merchants sheepishly back away from the man, who is now holding back a sneeze. Gathering Hydro, Nilou sends a bubble of water towards the spice-covered man, who eagerly uses it to wash off the spice.

"As I was saying," Al Haitham sighs, washing off the spice on his arms over the edge of the stage. "I only need clothes. Sleepwear, preferably. And toiletries. Not textiles, not toys," He turns to glare at Jut. "And most definitely not spices."

With that, some merchants go quiet and head back to their crates. Others stand in a neat row, offering items to the stern man one at a time.

"You mentioned you needed sleepwear? I have some here," the first merchant offers. "Two thousand Mora a set."

"That's fine," Al Haitham looks over the clothes. "Do you have it in a smaller size?"

"No, sir," the merchant replies. "Unfortunately, this is my last set."

"I'll take it."

Slowly, Al Haitham goes down the line, buying items. Sleepwear, snacks, room slippers, and then finally, toiletries.

"I'll also need sanitary pads or tampons as well."

"Eh?!" the last merchant exclaims. "Why would you need- I-"

"…Do you have it or not?"

"I do! It's just that- does your wife have no shame, sir? Making you buy her personal items?" the male merchant begins his rant.

"…Excuse me?"

"No need to explain, sir! I totally understand! My daughter does the same," the merchant continues, unaware of the glares everyone is currently shooting at him. "She complains that she's in pain or that she can't stand up for too long. But we all know it's just an excuse to skip out on work. Women, right? Such dramatic creatures."

The whole stage is silent, save for the sound of water flowing through the doors.

Now, Al Haitham isn't one to argue with others over a difference in opinion. It takes up too much time and energy. But this? He isn't going to let this slide.

"Wow, sir," Al Haitham begins, controlling his tone. But the sarcasm still slips through. "You clearly respect women."

"Well, I do have a wife and daughter! And I was supposed to study in Amurta-"

"Yet you still don't bother to learn how their bodies work," Al Haitham edges closer to the man. "Or perhaps you refuse to. Truly a disgrace to the nation of wisdom. And to all men."

"Why you-"

"Now, since clearly, no one has been able to stand your presence long enough to educate you, I will," Al Haitham is seething now. "You will hold all questions if any, until I'm done."

"Wha-"

"Periods are a natural, biological process that those born with a uterus undergo every month," Al Haitham begins, ignoring the merchant's sound of protest. "During this time, the uterine lining sheds and is passed out through the vagina."

The merchant's face goes completely red.

"Now, why are you so embarrassed?" Al Haitham asks with poorly concealed fury. "Those are just body parts. That also happens to be possessed by your supposedly beloved daughter and wife, no?"

The merchant does not respond. All around, other merchants and theatre workers murmur amongst themselves.

"Now, during one's period, it is not uncommon for muscle cramps to occur around the abdomen, back, and tighs," Al Haitham continues. "Other common occurrences are diarrhoea, mood swings, and fatigue, amongst many other things."

"But of course, it is different for anyone who goes through it. I've never experienced it, so I don't claim to understand how it feels- unlike some people," Al Haitham shoots him a death glare. "Neither do I claim that those who experience periods are faking discomfort because I believe in science and care about the wellbeing of the people around me. Unlike some people."

Al Haitham takes another step towards the merchant, nearly backing him up against the wall of the stage.

"Now, Mr Almost-Amurta, surely you trust science as well?" Al Haitham whispers. "Surely, you care about the women in your family?"

The merchant doesn't answer. He looks down at his feet, perhaps hoping that a hole will swallow him up and save him from the fuming man before him.

"I asked you a question."

"Yes! Yes, I do!"

"Then why," Al Haitham presses on. "Did you say such horrible and untrue things about them? Surely, you must know what they go through. Why the misogyny?"

"I'm not-"

"So shaming them about their period symptoms, which is something out of their control, and assuming that they use it as an excuse is not misogyny," Al Haitham rolls his eyes. "What else have you considered 'not misogyny' in your eyes?"

The man opens his mouth before closing it again. He's clearly at a loss for words.

"I suggest you grow up," Al Haitham tosses a bag of Mora at him before snatching his bag of items out of his hand. "And perhaps learn to listen to the struggles of those around you. Especially those you claim you care about. You don't need to be able to solve their problems. Just don't add to them."

With that, Al Haitham gathers his items, trying to fit everything in one bag.

"If you have any questions, I suggest you ask the women around you. Perhaps learn to listen to them. Archon knows you need to."

And off he went, walking off the stage with an astonished Nilou rushing behind him.

"Ah! Mr Al Haitham! Wait!"

"Yes?" 

Al Haitham has a foot in the water before Nilou helps him clear a path.

"Ah, thank you."

"Mr Al Haitham, just now...with Mr Zar," Nilou doesn't really know what to say. "Um..."

"So his name is Zar." Al Haitham prompts her to walk with him. "Has he given you all trouble before?"

"Well, no," Nilou stutters out. "We never knew he was like that. He's usually so kind, I..."

"Well, now you know. I'll leave the rest up to you all then," Al Haitham replies. Looking at the water around them, he continues. "Does flooding like this happen often?"

"Only when it rains. Usually, it isn't this bad."

"The heavy rain?"

"Yeah. It's usually ankle-deep at worse. Today is bad."

"I see."

They reach the wooden doors, and Al Haitham reaches out to open them. The rotting wood doesn't escape his sight.

"I'll be fine from here."

"Ah, the rain is still so heavy. I can walk you to your destination!"

"No need," Al Haitham states. "You should head back to the rest. And your Tachin."

"Ah, so you saw that."

"Your concern for others is touching," Al Haitham replies, taking a step up the slope. "I'll take my leave."

"Watch your step! It's slippery!"

"I will."

"Bye!"

Nilou watches the man leave the tunnel before turning back and making her way back to the stage. Preparing herself for the awkward atmosphere that she'll be facing in the next couple of seconds, a question suddenly pops into her mind.

Huh, she wonders, as she hears shouts of disapproval from the stage, I wonder who he's buying all those stuff for?

Oh, she'll find out soon enough. 

She, alongside many others, will have front-row seats to this new romance play that is currently showing. It'll be nothing like the usual romance plays Zubayr Theather shows on Tuesdays.

Prepare yourselves. The prologue is over.

Act I is about to begin.

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[sugarakis-p2]

Hot Springs

As part of bonding Kurogiri has arranged for the group to visit a local mineral hot spring. the group splits up and it's just Shigaraki and Dabi, until two hero worshiping American girls wander into there web. To make things interesting, they make a bet on who can make there girl cum first.

[This is cannon divergence from My hero academia smash when they hike up into the mountains. It was hilarious and adorable....I also was in a mood to violently jizz all over it. A bit of the ultra violence]

Warning: Hard non/con, F/M multi, Dabi and Shigaraki are not nice, Original Character Death(s), Death Threats, Rough Sex, Deflowering, Loss of Virginity, Double Penetration, Fear of Death, My Hero Academia Smash!!, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Public Nudity

The men stared at each other with mutual disgust.

Shigaraki with that disgusting severed hand. Toga wondered how he was able to see out of one eye. How did he not end up with crossed eyes? Did he have depth perception? Toga looked to Dabi, who wore his permanent "I don't give a fuck” expression but openly called Shigaraki gross. To Toga, that was irony. Dabi's flesh was barely held together with staples. Staples in the age of healing. They are both mean and anti-social, in her opinion. Kurogiri was reading the guidebook out loud to the two.

"The skin benefits are equal to hydrotherapy. Hot spring water with varied hydro-pressure to combat hypertrophy, inflammatory reaction signs, abnormal pigmentation, and, more specifically, redness and scarring. This will be a perfect bonding experience for…oh. There is an age limit," Kurogiri said.

"Who cares! We will do what we want. It's so damn hot," Shigaraki huffed, scratching his neck. Toga considered all the dead skin floating in the hot spring and decided to opt-out.

"It's embarrassing being naked in front of people," Toga said meekly.

"I agree, and I'm starving. Let's goooooo! I'm hangry," Magne snapped. She was in a rare mood.

"We can go shopping together, Miss Himiko," Kurogiri offered, and Toga jumped on that. Leaving the two men staring at each other. Dabi turned and went in without a word. Shigaraki would have refused. But after that disgusting hike, Kurogiri forced them on. He was sticky and could use some Saki.

Their backs leaning on the outcrop of rocks, they drank and relaxed in opaque white water that reminded Shigaraki too much of jizz. He didn't hate it, though. The babbling of the spring was the only sound breaking the silence. Until the giggle and splash of two ladies broke the silence. They splashed, giggled, and played like children on the other side, thinking they were alone.

Shigaraki immediately pulled father off and folded him with care in his towel. He turns to see Dabi taking a peek at the cute nude girls playing in the spring. Shigaraki hmphed and poured himself more Saki.

"What is with that look?" Dabi asked, grabbing the Saki.

"What do you think you are doing?" Shigaraki hissed.

"I'm going to try to get laid. What does it look like, virgin?" Dabi smirked.

"What? Who told you I was a virgin? I met Midnight," Shigaraki snarked.

"Hey, did you see those two goth guys? What kind of crazy hikes up a mountain in all black? Kinda cute though," one of the girls giggled. Dabi grinned smugly. Two little Americans from the accents. 

"That could be either of us," Shigaraki rasped. Interrupting Dabi. He knows English, and he just proved it to the haughty burnt bastard.

"Want to bet?" Dabi teased.

"I think the guy in the jacket is burned. Do you think he's a firefighter? That would be so hot," the same girl giggled. Dabi grew smugger. Shigaraki scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You act like it's impressive she's a star fucker. She's only interested in you because she thinks you're a hero," Shigaraki said, wiping the hand sweat off his face with spring water. That little act already soothed his skin, making him slightly more handsome.

"Then show me something, impressive fearless leader. I'm still getting virgin vibes," Dabi chuckled, loading up more Saki on the floating tray. It was starting to get dark. Those girls shouldn't be running around. They are asking for trouble. Whatever Dabi does to you seems fair game, in his opinion. The stupid hero-worshiping girls are about to get a hard lesson. Shigaraki was about to snap at Dabi for his snide little comment when he got curious and peeked.

"I wish I could have gotten a better look at the pale guy. I think he was wearing an oxygen mask. Maybe they are training. It looks like he had a nice body," You replied.  

He quickly changed his mind when he caught sight of you and heard that small comment. It's no longer Dabi who is going to teach you a lesson. Your slick wet chest got him instantly hard. How the water hid the bottom of your nipples made his mouth salivate. He also noticed something he didn't like.

Both of you have your phones in a waterproof bag, so you can still use them. He would have still fucked you even if he hadn't noticed them. But now he had more motivation to get involved, so whatever happens, it's not his fault. It's yours for being an easy trusting victim. You wanted a better look at him. He will give you one.

"Let's make it interesting. It will be good bonding, as Kurogiri says," Shigaraki said. A ghost of a smile at the corners.

You are about to look up those guys on the everyday hero web site to show Aimi when a shadowy figure appears around the corner.

"Thirsty ladies?" The figure said in English with a distinct Japanese lilt. It's the guy from earlier. Up close, you find him absolutely terrifying. His eyes are beautiful turquoise. He's young and has the features of a male model. The patchwork of molten skin was not as intimidating as his cock. He steps into the light to let you get an eye full. 

His cock is large, pierced, and not covered in any way. A row of bars on the underside and a hoop through the tip. He has staples everywhere. He looked more like a hellraiser than a hero. Not a hint of shame as he locks eyes with you, not looking away, which made your middle heat. But it also scared you when he came within an inch of your face with that thing. Aimi was gushing and practically drooling.

You yelp and flinch when you feel your phone being pulled from your fingers. When your phone was replaced with a cup of Saki, your hair changed color in surprise. The pale one is next to you. Oh god, did they hear you earlier? Your mind questions in utter embarrassment. He is pouring you some Saki as he touches your hair.

"Very pretty. Is this your quirk?" He asks in harsh deep gravel.

You jerked from that touch, but this man was so quick his arm was around your shoulder, pulling you close. You squealed when you felt something large and hard brushed against your thigh. You glance at Aimi. She is a pretty girl who thinks everyone is nice and nothing bad will ever happen to her. She is giggling and chatting with the burned guy like this is perfectly normal.  

"From America? What do you think of my English? My name is Dabi. What's yours, pretty girl? Tell me in Japanese," Dabi flirted.

"It's perfect English. Ummmm, let me try…" Aimi chuckled.

She does not see the danger signs at all. You want to get her attention, but the guy pouring Saki has roaming fingers. They moved from your shoulder to the side of your breast, his long nimble fingers working their way ever closer to your nipple.

"You are very pretty. Is it true what they say about American girls?" he whispered.

His hair was covering his face, but now that he is up close, you can see all of him. He is covered in scars. He is young under the welted skin. He is not classically handsome like the other one. This one has red eyes. They are rare and pretty. They are also hard and demanding, like a hungry wolf that wants to devour you. Normally you might find him sexy, but this guy has bullet holes. He runs his fingers through your hair and inhales deeply when you don't answer.

"Drink the Saki, pretty American girl," he encourages. His tone was more of and order than a suggestion. You whimper and down it. Your hair becomes darker by the second. Pouring more as he plays with the strands, eyes widening as your hair becomes so dark it's absorbing the light around them. You swallow hard and drink the foul liquid.

You don't like the flavor of alcohol at all. Everything about these two screams trouble. Even while the man was being entertained by your hair, you tried to slowly reach for your phone. Changing course for the Saki when his eyes dart to your cell. He is so quick it's terrifying. His hand darts out and grabs the craft with four fingers before you even get close. Why only four fingers? Do his fingers have to do with his quirk?  You wonder.

"Allow me," He insists as he pours you some more, a slight lilt of irritation.

"What's your name?" you ask, trying to sound friendly while not answering his questions.

"Tomura," he rasped, carefully setting the Saki back. If you could get Aimi to look at you for one moment, "You smell good too." Your flesh crawled as you felt his fingers move lower on your waist.  Didn't that mean "To mourn or mourning?"  It was not a pretty name.

"I like how fear looks like arousal," Tomura said creepily. Oh god, it was now or never. You feign seeing someone behind him while your hand reaches for your phone. Your heart is thundering in your ears. You hit the emergency button when Aimi makes your heart stop.

"HEY! What are you doing to my friend! Help! Hero!" She shouts with all the confidence of someone that has never known danger. Your mind screams  no  at her. Tomura whips around and yanks my phone away like a snake. Dabi yanked Aimi back by her hair. Tomura's grip tightens on your middle, pulling you flush to him. His massive hard cock pressed against your belly.

Dabi flashed a blue flame in Aimi's face before clapping a hot hand over her mouth. You could feel the cold heat from here. She screamed wide-eyed before registering how he would kill her if she did it again. Tomura held the phone away, checking who you dialed. You could feel his heart hammering too. You only caught bits and pieces of what they said, but you understood it enough.

"Are we expecting company?" Dabi asks. Shigaraki scoffs.

"No. Our silly little American girls didn't program the emergency number for Japan," He smirked, reverting to English. He wanted you to know how fucked you are. Your gut plummets in fear. How could you have forgotten to change it?

Tomura chuckles, closing his hand and turning it to dust. Dabi tosses Aimi's phone to him, and he catches it and also turns it to dust. You whimper. He looks down and grins ghoulishly as he grabs your ass and presses his cock harder against you with a rub.

"God damn it, Shiggy! You scared them! You probably said something creepy to get her spooked," he growled before clamping his mouth over Aimi's. She screamed down his throat. Tomura had started walking you back into the rock. It was slippery and still dug into your back. His knee started pressing to spread your legs.

"The bet was who made his slut cum first. You didn't say it had to be consensual," Shigaraki snickered as he roughly groped your chest. Tweaking your nipples and capturing one in his mouth. Sucking on your tender flesh too hard, they pebble hardening to peaks under his attention. His velvety tongue lathing over each one with greedy eagerness.

"You know it's difficult to do when they are scared. I should have known you'd be a creep and make this harder," Dabi snarled at Shigaraki.

Shoving Aimi face down on the rocks. You could almost reach out and touch her. She cried out, looking to me for help. You mouthed, 'use your quirk,' and pleaded with your eyes to not try to fight the deadly man. Aimi looked so confused and scared. It broke your heart. Where are the heroes? She mouthed back. You closed your eyes and looked away. They are not coming because you messed up.

"Don't make me lose my bet by forcing me to kill you. The only sounds that can slip from you are pretty ones. Damn. You also got the smart one of the two. Why are the pretty ones so dumb? There are no heroes, precious," Dabi growled, kicking her legs violently open.

You yelp and flinch in fear of those hands pressing your tits together. Tomura nips you so hard you bleed. The cruel look in his eyes says it all. Only pretty sounds out of you too. You shut up instantly letting any protest die on your tongue.

You braced yourself on his body so you don't slip on that cock. It feels like hot steel pressing on you. He pulls away from your tit. His lips were lightly stained red. He licks them, then runs his tongue over your nipple. The blood flow slowing.

"It may be hard for you. But for me, it will be easy. Mine is a good lil American girl. She'll cum for me. Look at those scared eyes. Like a scared bunny. Her hair is so dark my fingers disappear. You never answer my question. It is true that all American girls are sluts?" He asked, grinding his knee so hard on your thighs you finally parted them. Immediately his large cock pressed against your clit, the head of his cock bobbing up and down out of the water as he stroked himself over your sex. You moan a little and shake your head no.

"I'm a virgin," you squeaked. Dreading the thought of that thing sliding in you. It's sending delicious shudders through you, but it still scared the hell out of you. He presses harder and moans, leaning into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Fuck. I've never had a virgin. But you will cum if you know what is good for you," He groaned.

"That's because you are one," Dabi laughs, about to penetrate poor Aimi, a virgin too.

"Shut the fuck up, Dabi," Tomura growled. He nuzzled and nipped at your neck and earlobe. Pulling away to finish the craft of Saki. He grabs the other and holds it up to your lips. He leans in a whisper, "I have never fucked a virgin. I heard it hurts. You will want this. Drink it all."

"The heroes will come," Aimi sobbed. You shook your head at her. Pleading for her not to say that. Not around these guys. What Dabi said and the evil glint in Shigaraki's was enough to tell you not to bring up heroes again. Dabi yanked her, and you could smell and hear the sizzle of flesh as Aimi whimpered. You drank deeply after that. By some miracle, you had the nicer of the two.

Tomura encouraged you to finish it. It made you lightheaded and heat pool in your center. It seemed like a kind act. But the look in his eyes and the evil grin told you otherwise. He wanted you flush and drunk. Aimi gave a pathetic shriek. Followed by a harsh smack on her ass and a yelp. You tried to block out your friends' pain. You are about to have your own.

"What sounds did I say can come from that yapping mouth. You really are the dumb one. I lost the flip. I thought I got lucky and got the easy slut. But you're so damn tight. I think you were a virgin too," Dabi said in his cool smokey tone, as if what he was doing to poor Aimi was normal and ok.

Tomura's pale body bared down on you as he grabbed your legs and forced you to wrap them around his waist.  

"You don't have to do this. Please let us go. We won't say anything to anyone," you begged quietly.

"I do what I want. What's your quirk called?" he asked, his wet digit getting tangled in your locks and brushing down your cheek. His eyes still held the hunger, but the rest of his face was steely resolve. He leaned in and ran his thumb along your lower lip. All five mean death. That was easy to figure out.

"My hair color changes to my moods. It's called mood crown," you answered quickly. His thumb pressed past your lips and touched your tongue. He bit his lip, and you could feel his cock twitch against your clit.

"What's her quirk?" He asked with a lilt. You did not want to answer this. His fingers dug into your cheeks like the rock on your back. You whimpered in fear. Aimi choked sobs, and the wet slaps of Dabi's thighs filled your ears. Hot tears spilled from your sad, lovely eyes. His cock twitched again.

"Please," you started, and he grits his teeth in warning. You feel so emotionally weak as you give into fear, "Lung control. She can hold her breath for ten minutes," you answer with a whine. Please pass out Aimi. Don't die. Knock yourself out. You pray. Shigaraki grimaces.

"That can have an autoerotic effect. We better get started. I'm not going to disrespect you by lying. I'm going to fuck and use you as I please. If you piss me off or don't listen. I'll kill you and move on to your friend. It would be one thing if you gotten ahold of some assholes in tights paid to save you with that nasty stunt with the phone. But you failed. Do you think I'm afraid of some civilians?  They will take one look at what's happening and walk away. Every single time. I think you know more than a few people who will think everything will turn out ok. That a hero will come to save the day. But the reality is you better listen and hope for mercy," he rasped, eyes darting to a simpering Aimi.

You believe every word he says. Shigaraki likes that. He likes that a lot about you. He plunged his tongue into your mouth. It twisted and entwined with yours. He tasted like Saki and had a hint of your blood.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he gripped the rod between your pussy and speared you. Pushing had past your resisting virgin pussy's barrier. Your hymen popped, seeping hot blood on his cock as it allowed him in deeper. You think you will pass out as your head swims and stars burst into your vision. He's huge, and it hurts.   

Your hair rippled colors as you endured the hot pain of being split in two. His eyes widened, and he forced himself deep enough to kiss your cervix. His entire body shuddered as his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked down to where you are connected, panting in excitement. A grip on your thigh and one kneading your breast. He ground against your sex. Simpering as you held back your tears, he began to thrust. This monster didn't even let you adjust to him. He kissed you again and groaned.

"That's a painfully tight pussy. I'm going to break it. I'm going to break you," he panted. It felt like a hot knife. You cried and then tried to relax.

"IT HURTS!" Aimi whined. You echoed her feelings with a loud sob.

Every thrust back in was excruciating, your face twisting into one long silent scream, your hair changing into a series of horrible colors. The water around you had a tinge of pink. Tomura slowed to longer thrusts. Savoring the sensations with pants and groans into your hair.

His hot breath fanning over your scalp. His weight forces you down and makes it hard to breathe. The rocks are digging into your back. You started to shove him away to gasp for air. He lifted enough to let you get a lung full. To your surprise, he adjusts you, clearing the pebbles and moving you more to the smoother surface.

"Better?" he asked, grinding his cock with more shallow thrusts.

"No, please stop this," you plead with a sniffle.

"Don't be stupid. It looks like your hair is going back to black. You're fine. Fuck, you're tight. You can beg and cry. But I'm going to destroy what I want, and right now," He grunted and empathized with a sharp, deep thrust.

"I want to destroy your purity and your will to fight me. Don't hold out hope someone will come to save you. Give in and cum on my cock. As much as I love a little resistive pussy. I'm not losing to that burnt asshole," he indicated to Dabi with his head.

He quickly licked his thumb, shoved his fist between you, and started rubbing. The sensation was like a shock wave going through your middle. You jerked and grabbed his wrist. You immediately move to yank your hand back, but he stops you.

For a moment, you thought you had died. You imagined all of his fingers had wrapped around your wrist, and at any moment, you will turn to dust. But Tomura hadn't. What he was doing was guiding your hand to your clit.

"If you don't like the way I do it, show me," he said kindly, which threw you off.

You violently shook your head and blubbered. His pinky threatened to lie down. The look of his of eager anticipation said it all. Do it, or he'll turn you to dust. He was still hard and firmly planted in you. This was just cruel. He was inconsistent with his mercy.

You start slowly and nervously. Tomura is staring at you, touching yourself as if he's studying every movement. You can't touch the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. It's too much for you. You rub circles over the hood. You shut your eyes and pretend he's the hottest guy you've seen. It's hard to do with a hot rod throbbing and stretching you at your core.

You have a hard time imagining someone else in you. You don't want to die, either. You do the unthinkable and really look at him. Touching yourself feels nice, but it will not get you to cum. The light blue dripped, and a few strands clung to his face. As you look at him, his eyes dart to yours. He holds them, pinning you with those scarlet orbs.

With a sharp intake of breath, his muscles ripple. He's not bulky, but he is toned with a softness that quickly disappears with each deep pant. Crimson eyes are blown with hunger and need. You moan sweetly as you grow wet. The pain fades into the background as your pleasure increases.     

"Fuck. That's a fine tight wet pussy. I don't hate it. Looks pretty around my cock. That expression is nice. Your hair is changing to pink, my lil American slut," He bites his lip.

You can feel the deep grind as his cock presses lightly on your cervix. Heightening the sensation of your ecstasy. You feel a moan rise from someplace primal. You clamp your hand over your mouth. His eyes catch the movement. He growls, clearly not liking how you are quieting your passion or distracting him from what you're doing with your sex. Quickly shooting out your hand, your fingers run through his hair. The Saki must be getting to your head. His strands are like silk-spun sky and clouds.  

He paused to let you get a good look and feel. Gasping for air, his chest heaves, and a shudder works down his body to where you two are attached. You cried out when he bucked his hips hard and fast. He licked two fingers and played with your clit the way you enjoyed. Shivers of pleasure run up your spine. His cock stroking along your slick walls.

He humped you hard and fast like an animal, but he was whimpering and pants like a puppy. You are velvet and bliss to him. Wrapping around his dick perfectly, squeezing and sucking him back in. You wish he would not whisper such filthy things. It kept you too present with what's he doing to you. The violent smacking of his boney hips against your tender flesh made your entire being quake under him. He was starting to feel amazing in you.

A tightening and tingle in your middle gather and build to new highs. You are no longer resisting Tomura. You are screwing him back. Bucking back into him. He's handsome enough, you tell yourself. He's making you feel good. If you ignore all else, you can forget your life depends on cumming on this nasty man's cock. You can convince yourself you wanted it. At this moment, as you feel yourself plunging into ecstasy, you do want it. You are moaning and whimpering sweet noises as you cling to him. You implode on impact. His cock fills you to the brim.

"Ah!" You scream sharply as you arch up to him. Every part of you tightens and then comes undone on him. He grunts as he grips your hips and shoves himself as deeply as possible. His lids are heavy with lust as drool forms at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck!" He gasps a moment later. You have clamped down on him. Whimpering and writhing as his twitching cock spreads warmth deep inside you, "Oh yeah. There we go. That's a good little tight cock sleeve. Fuck. That pussy may be a virgin, but it can milk a dick. That's it. Suck up every drop."

"No way," Dabi hisses, suddenly next to you both. He has Aimi by the hair. She mercifully has her eyes closed as Dabi digs two of his fingers between you and Shigaraki. Shoving his fingers in deep to feel you pulsing on Tomura. You squeal and squirm as he stretches you more.

"Huh," Dabi says, surprised.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Look at her hair. You have no manners," Tomura hissed at Dabi.

"As if I know what pink and red mean. Damn, that red is bright. It almost glows. This wasn't a fair bet," Dabi says, pulling out his fingers at last. He licks the both of you off them as if that was no big deal. You shiver at the sight. Suddenly feeling cold and wanting to disappear in the warm spring water.

"What?" Shigaraki asks, scratching his neck. Dabi smirks and pulls up Aimi until she is standing.

"This one is a cold fish. You make this one cum while I try that one. You win the bet hands down," Dabi states.

"Why would you need to fuck this one?" Shigaraki asks suspiciously.

"You are going to leave me with a wet dick and not a chance to see if I get the same reaction? We need a control for the bet. If I make her cum then this bet is a push. We'll try some other girls. Unless you got attached like a little virgin simp to this one," Dabi mocks.

"You can't do anything but cause misery," Shigaraki growls as he rips himself away from paradise. Gripping Aimi by the arm and dragging her to a more comfortable spot.

"You might be right about that," Dabi smirks. You drop into the water, pushing off the rocks quickly. If you can run for help, maybe you both will live through this. You slip through Dabi's fingers. Finding the edge quickly and scrambling up.

"Well, go get her," you hear Shigaraki say as you pop up and run for the exit.

"Don't tell me what to do," Dabi shot back, right behind you.

Bursting through the exit, you attach to some random stranger. Screaming help in Japanese. The guy stared at you wide-eyed as Dabi grabbed your arm. Said something to the man while you begged for help. The heat on your arm made you whimper and flinch. Loosening your grip enough to be yanked away from the stranger. The guy smiled and walked off. You stood there with Dabi slack-jawed. This guy is actually doing exactly what Tomura said he would. He was going to leave you. A problem to be solved by someone else. A burst of blue flame, and that guy was flailing on the ground for a minute before he was a crackling campfire.

"He wasn't going to call the heroes, but it's better to side on caution. Are you happy you got a guy killed?" He asked you, leading you back to the hot spring.

"I didn't kill him. You did," you sniffle. You saw it. That random really wasn't going to bother to even call for help.  

"Tell that to his family. At least that made me hard again," Dabi chuckled, placing you back against the rock. Aimi is crying pathetically as Shigaraki humps her, your eyes connect with him, and the seething rage underneath makes your heart stop in terror. Dabi slicking himself on you. You whimper in fear. What will happen if you cum on Dabi? What will happen if you don't?

"Shouldn't I clean myself? We can go into the changing room. Lay on some towels," you tried to convince.

"Oh, I don't mind sloppy seconds. Makes good lube. Besides, I want to see him hot-blooded after I make his favorite fuck cum on this fat cock," he grinned. You cried and squirmed when he pushed his dick in you, "Oh fuck. That is a tight little pussy. I can feel why he didn't want to share. That's ok. He broke you in nicely. That is damn good."

You thought Tomura was hard as a rod. Dabi was real metal. You can feel the cold steel change its temperature as he sinks in deep. The different textures create new sensations. You cover your mouth as you moan. Dabi is slow and deep. Making sure you feel his piercings as they glide over your slick walls. Working all the sweet places, Tomura had to find the hard way. Dabi's warm hands are everywhere. He doesn't have to be careful like Tomura. It feels like Dabi is trying to devour you. He stops long enough to threaten you. 

"Don't try to get clever and pull at staples or stitches. Keep to the smooth skin, or I will set you on fire and keep fucking your corpse. I don't need the top half. You feel pretty warmed up. I want a good time," He panted, bucking harder and running a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and shoving his tongue in your grunting mouth. Another hand tweaking a nipple as he pounds harder and faster. The sore ache is resounding as you writhe under him. His lower lip has a different consistency. His flavor is one of horrible cooked flesh. He's too hot. His dick is more experienced in pleasing a woman. Tomura wanted to win. Dabi wants a good time. Both make you feel like their toy.

You dare to peek over and see a Tomura standing perfectly still, staring and scratching his neck so hard he's bleeding. His grimace is horrible. He looks murderous as he watches you tip over the edge. Free falling into a coaxed orgasm. You concentrated as hard as you could on your hair color. The best thing about having your heart on your sleeve is when you can lie, everyone believes it. He stiffened more as his eyes narrowed.  

"You won't get away with this limp dick," Aimi whimpered.

  NO!  Your mind screams. But it was too late. Tomura looked down. Set all five fingers flat on her back, and your best childhood friend disappears. Her face twisted into a shocked scream while you came. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head from them. Dabi growls as his hot cum feels like it is scorching your insides. You can feel his cum jetting into your eagerly sucking cunt. You heard her hands, and head tumble in the water as Shigaraki made his way to you.

"Did she cum?" Tomura asked worriedly. Dabi is still cumming and ignores him. You try to shove him away on his smooth flesh.

"How can I! Monsters. You killed Aimi. You killed her!" You wailed, trying to curl up on yourself. 

Dabi does not pull out. Dabi gives a light moan as his cock twists in you as you try to curl from him. Dabi looks at Shigaraki, who is scratching himself and having a fit. Then down at you, your pussy clamping down and trying to shove him out. Shiggy was right. Forced pussy was the best. This forced pussy was the best. That was the hardest cum in his life. He was physically stuck in you, and he loved it. He licked his upper lip and made a decision.

"Nah. You win," Dabi said to your shock. Tomura eased his scratching and smirked. Pulling you into an embrace and making comforting sounds, you cry too hard to hear these bastards' words. Dabi joins him, and you are so damn horrified and confused at the sudden dynamic change. That disappears when Dabi turns to Shigaraki.

"Ever done DP?" He asked a Shiggy who was busy kissing your shoulder. He looked bored at Dabi and then shook his head no, "Bitches love it. You sort of feel the other guys dick, but girls can't get enough after the first taste. They beg for it." Shigaraki considered this.

"Really?" He asked you.  How would I know?  Your brain shouts at him. He knows you were a virgin. Is he stupid! He just killed your best friend. You  loved  her! She got all the guys and was naive, but she was brave and stuck by you. You wanted to spit this in Tomura's face when you caught Dabi's expression. It was icy cold. You want to live to tell on these fuckers. Someone has to know what they did to Aimi and make them pay. 

"Yes," you whimpered. Dabi suggested a break before they started. Shigaraki went to check on father. Dabi leans in with burning eyes.

"I like your survival skills. You owe me. You better make fucking as good as this each time," Dabi instructed.

"I don't know how. I was a virgin. I just want to go home," you wept. Dabi grinned. 

"Keep that attitude. You want to live. You want to make us happy," He said coldly.  

You cried. They consoled in their creepy way. But kept going in every position and combination they could think of. For hours until you passed out and woke up in a new position, covered in cum and aching in every hole. You prayed through most of it. The longer they were not answered, the more you think these two are right about society. You got an earful of it when they were in a humping lull. When they had exhausted themselves using every hole in your body, they cuddled. You felt like a steak between two tigers. 

Shigaraki kept a firm grip on your neck. His face buried in your hair, mumbling sweet dirty nothings to the back of your head. Dabi's face is between your tits. 

"We have time for another go?" Dabi asked.

"I'm tired," you husked.

"You don't have to be awake," Dabi said flatly. You felt weary and hurt. Your heart becomes numb to their cruelty. A black swirl formed, and a psychotic chipper schoolgirl brat and a bitchy butch walked through. The smoky black guy was the dangerous one, though. There was a loud nasty argument in Japanese. Dabi got dressed and handed Tomura your passport while throwing towels and a robe at you.  

"As (Japanese) as she (Japanese) to us," Dabi hissed. 

"I was (Japanese) to share. (Japanese) is no us. I (Japanese) keep her," Tomura growled, pulling on his pants with a fucking severed hand somehow attached to his face. The argument between them ensued and got loud when you attempted to slowly head for the door. You are catching words like "kill," "hide," "body," "mine," and "keep."  

"Oh no, honey. You stay right there," The butch one said in perfect English.

 You freeze in terror as Tomura quickly comes over to wipe Dabi's come off you. Not his. He stands again, scratching himself, an air of seething as he gets in the smoky guy's face area. The smoky guy made some sympathetic noises, and Tomura stopped throwing a tantrum but was still clearly agitated. He stalks in front of you, kneeling down and shoving your passport in your face.

"We want to keep you, but Kurogiri says no. When things settle down, we will find you. You belong to the league of villains. You belong to me. Do not fuck anyone else. We will hunt them down and kill their entire family," he rasped, putting your passport in his back pocket.

They left. Dabi gave you a lingering look parting with a final warning.

"You're mine. You owe me, and there isn't a hero to stop me from collecting," he grinned, disappearing into the blackness.

They found you near morning, cradling Aimi's head and hands. You couldn't find her feet. The Japanese government locked you away for your "safety." Also, having no passport, they can just make you disappear. You took the morning-after pill. Not that it worked. They hid you in some hospital. This was hell.

When you saw Dabi on tv, you became disgusted. Endeavor created a monster. He said a half-sorry, and nothing came of it. He wasn't charged with child abuse or neglect. He could run around while you are incubating a product of this society's fucked up neglect. Whether it was Shigaraki's or Dabi's makes no difference. Not when you remember the look of that stranger. You hope it all comes crashing down.

When Spinner comes crashing through. You escape to find a news team. Yes, one of the  villains  will find you but not before the world knows what this place has done to you and Aimi.

[colorisbyshe]

Ok I know it’s been 4 days since I went to WWWY and I’ve been back from Vegas for a full day now but I still wanna post a recap of my experience !!!!!

-went to see atomic saloon, a raunchy performance. Tickets were $47 on my phone and $157 on my friends, even for the same seats, so I ended up ordering them. I get the confirmation and it’s “partially obscured view” uh oh. It’s fine… probably?

-it wasn’t fine we got tickets ON STAGE in pews facing the audience. Honestly got to see a lot of ass and the performers made sure ro face a lot but 😭😭😭

-also they gave us shots as part of the act, I thought it was prop shots like apple juice but no it was straight whiskey 😭 also my friend took her shot too early and then dropped the glass hdjsjdjd ON STAGE

-tipsy, we got gelato, and then I went back to the hotel to see @slowwshoww which was sooo nice we see each other once a decade

-WWWY: I got barricade for Coheed and & Cambria and near barricade for Underoath & Motion City Soundtrack which was indaaaane MCS was the best performance by a long shot go see them!!!

-I was in the crowd for a lot of performances which is new for me but it was FUN! Even when I couldn’t see the vibe of just being with people was fun

-became the ring for a mosh pit until a tall girl, who was definitely younger than me, said she’d protect me and moved me into her spot. Like girlie I was bracing a grown man so he didn’t fall over I was fine!!! But everyone sees someone who is 5ft tall and wants to save them I guess

-except for the MCR crowd, lmao. Crowd surged forward FIVE FEET in 2 seconds and literally lifted BOTH of my feet off the ground 😭 it was so hot and the men around me were so tall that I jsut decided to leave and go to the back cause there was definitely a 50% chance I was gonna faint

-MCR was great, they brought out some superior three cheers tracks and j lost my fucking mind

-next day my friends decided for day two tix and I stayed, walked 3 miles of the strip, and watched emos per sting rays at the aquarium it was nice and gentle

-then we went to omega mart!!! Very cool, very interactive art exhibit. Kinda reminded me of sleep no more bht without the theater. So more flashy, less actors/plot, but still sbour enrichment and set design and solving a mystery! Rly great

-and now I’m HOME yeeehaw

Very fun trip I am never ever ever doing festivals again tho. In the 12 hours at the fest, I only ate once because I simply forgot. I think that’s also why I almost fainted lmao.

I was very hydrated tho thanks for everyone who recommended a hydro backpack

I did accidentally squirt a man with it tho. Sorry to that man

[amaterasusakurai]

Superconduct Chapter 1: In the land of Hydro everyone gets wet

It was a bright and hot summer morning on a Sunday. 8 years old Clorinde was at the Fountain of Lucine with her mother, waiting for her playdate Navia to arrive. From there, they would decide if they were either going to the beach or let the girls pick the flowers nearby. Both Clorinde and her mother were sitting at the edge of the fountain with matching, expensive lilac dresses that Clorinde's mother made sure to neatly ruffle them around as they sat, as if they were decorations of the fountain. They were sitting with their torsos turned to each other so they both could see the waters of the fountain, as Clorinde's mother thought it was a good age to start teaching her about the history and culture of Fontaine.

“…and this is where all the waters of Fontaine end my darling. It's believed that this grants this Fountain special powers so people come here to toss a coin and make a wish.” The woman opened her purse and gave a coin to Clorinde: “Here, for your first Fountain of Lucine wish! Close your eyes!”. 

Well, I'd like to have special powers too… thought Clorinde. I will ask for a vision! And there her coin went.

And not even 4 seconds passed since Clorinde finished her train of thought, a big SPLASH of water hit them. Clorinde being smaller and with her head closer to the water level got the worst of it. The woman instinctively stood up pulling the child to herself “For Archons's sake….!!!????” 

And with both of them standing up, they could see what was actually happening: someone jumped in the fountain and was completely submerged. The figure emerged after a few seconds, jet black hair first, to gasp for air and they could see it was a boy not that much older than Clorinde. He opened his eyes, of a blue lighter than the winter sky to look down at the water and they realized what he was doing: stealing coins. The boy submerged again. In the distance they could hear a whistle, coming from one of the garde melusine. 

“Halt!” The melusine screamed. She hesitated a bit but saw no other options and jumped into the fountain too. The boy reemerged and circled the fountain clockwise, as that's the direction the melusine was running. The melusine then changed it to counterclockwise but so did the boy. He began to giggle and they did this dance once again. He could have ran out of there but he was teasing the melusine. The confidence of someone who knew he wasn't getting caught. Clorinde noticed his dirty clothes too big for him. He was clearly an unruly poor boy used to breaking rules.

Clorinde couldn't help but smile at the comical scene, the melusine's short legs doing their best to reach the boy, while he was having the highlight of his day. For whatever reason Clorinde was rooting for him. He even dared to crouch some two more times to grab whatever more coins he could. He finally jumped out of the fountain and ran towards the bushes, just to disappear in the woods. The melusine right after. 

“Clorinde! Darling! Are you okay?” The exasperated woman grabbed a handkerchief and began to dry Clorinde's face. “Your clothes! Ohhh we'll have to explain this to Mr. Callas! Let's walk towards the Spina's headquarters instead of waiting here for Navia, hopefully she'll let you have one of her dresses.” 

“No need for that, mom.”

“Why is that mon cheri?”

“Because if I'm already wet, then we go to the beach! I wanna make a big splash too!” - Clorinde replied, lifting her arms in the air.

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2 years later

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Wriothesley, in his endless attempts to not starve, had the brilliant idea of moving his shoe shining box to the entrance of Fontaine's town barracks when he noticed the military gentlemen’s boots never left the muddy place clean. It was the headquarters of the town’s all things military. From well dressed government men and low patent gardes in and out, mud didn't care. If he arrived early enough, he could even earn extra from selling newspapers. And that's how he would spend most of his days, asking men and women if they'd like to have their boots cleaned. It also provided some entertainment: he could hear the gardes gossiping at the entrance, he could admire the high ranking men and wonder if he could ever be like them (he even caught a glimpse of the Iudex once!), he could see the champion duelists train during his lunch break when he'd climb the roof of a nearby house that let him see the entire training grounds, and for the first time in his life he had steady income and food. So much so, he could share it with his adopted siblings and the younger ones even started to rely on him somehow. As time passed, one of the gardes befriended him. 

“Good day Wriothesley, slow day today huh?”

It was true. The barracks were empty these days as most of the students were taken to train in the outskirts of town. It was the beginning of spring and Wriothesley had a single client that day. 

A very light rain began and Wriothesley quickly gathered his stuff. The thought of arriving “home” early dreaded him but the rain meant that at least tomorrow he'd have lots of muddy boots to clean. 

“Come quickly boy! Take shelter inside!” The young garde demanded, taking pity of the child. The garde trusted Wriothesley at this point that he'd behave. Wriothesley squeezed himself in a corner where he wouldn't be in the way of people coming or going to the barracks. “It's the end of my shift soon, I can even give you a tour of the place so I can kill time and not walk home in this rain, what do you say?” - the man said.

Rain for the muddy boots, a shelter and a tour of the place? It was Wriothesley's lucky day. 

And this wasn't even going to be fate's last lucky strike on him that day.

“Let's go, boy”.

The man talked non stop about how the Marechausse Hunter built the place and set out the first rules for staff trainment. How they looked forward to their graduation day when both Lady Furina and the Iudex would come for the ceremony. How hard trainment would be if Wriothesley ever looked forward to enlisting. Wriothesley was half listening and half distracted by every shiny weapon that came close to him on the hips of the high patent officials. Or the big weapons under the rain like canons and unidentified gardemeks. They walked towards the training grounds on the edge of the building to stay out of the rain, many dummies already on their vision field. Wriothesley knew the place only from above.

It was a bit shocking and he had to make sure he was listening right but were those… a child's cry? As they reached the training grounds now they could clearly see: a girl sitting on the ground soaked from rain, sobbing with her hands on her left knee. A man dressed elegantly but equality soaked standing in front of her with a wooden sword pointed at her.

“On your feet, Clorinde!”

“I slipped!” - she cried out.

“You'd be dead by now, miss” - the man lifted the pointy end of his toy sword at her head.

The girl’s only movements were to poke at her bloody knee to check how painful it felt. At each touch a new sob. The man kicked her sword towards her. 

-Stand up Clorinde!

-No! 

-Injuries that don't even come from a blade should never bother you. And falling on your own, when your opponent didn't even need to push you is humiliating.

-I said I slipped! It was the rain! 

-Then you really should rethink if you really want to be a Champion Duelist of Fontaine of all places mademoiselle. This place's weather is notoriously unpredictable and fighting in the rain must come as naturally to you as if the rain wasn't there at all. 

The girl didn't answer. Wriothesley took the opportunity to excitedly ask his garde friend if children could also enlist to train there. He already had ideas. 

-No. She's a high born. Her family has a long line of Champion Duelists and as long as you're paying… 

-1, 2, 3, ON YOUR FEET CLORINDE!!!

With the speed of a lighting bolt the girl jumped using only her right feet, with her sword already in her hands and towards the man's grip on his sword. He easily dodged but a smile was on his face. 

-A disarming attempt from the ground? Good, very good. Though there's an element of surprise as your opponent is expecting you to be injured, they will always have an advantage and this rarely works. Next lesson we will go through it but with a kick. Your chances of success are much higher.

“Let's see if there's something in the kitchen for you boy”. Wriothesley wanted to watch the training session for a bit longer but declining food wasn't a luxury he was allowed to have. 

The thump of the plate startled him. Wriothesley was sitting at the eating area's long tables waiting for his garde friend to come back. He was distracted thinking about this exciting little tour of the barracks not many boys like him had the opportunity to have. So friendships with people at the right places are really something aren't they, he was thinking to himself before the plate with a huge steak, potatoes, carrots and beans fell in front of him. The man also carried a plate to himself and sat across from him. To Wriothesley it was a feast, but for the man he was just using Wriothesley for the second time that day: first to not walk back home in the rain and now not having to make dinner when he arrived. Wriothesley promptly began to eat, steak first. 

-Thank you Sir. - he spoke with his mouth full of food, not even a bit of decorum in sight.

They were too busy to talk to each other.

When Wriothesley finished the steak and was about to move to the potatoes and carrots, the man who was on the training grounds with the girl entered the room, with a plate on his hands. He sat on the other long table facing the pair, now with dry clothes and without his jacket, hat or weapons belt. His garde friend turned around to take a better look at him and spoke in a mocking tone:

-“Tough day at work today, Claude?”

The man replied after a deep sigh:

-”I don't know what's harder my friend, babysitting or fighting an inmate whose life is at stake”.

The garde chuckled. 

-”I'm sure you're being paid handsomely for it!”

-And that's almost the reason I declined this job. Quite the rich influential family with a history of Champion Duelists, I can't make mistakes. I'm terrified. But they kept insisting the girl had talent and that would ease the job a little.

And the gossip had to stop because said girl entered the room now also wearing dry clothes, carrying her own plate and a woman, who must be the governess, followed; rubbing a towel on the girl's hair. Clorinde easily noticed the boy, as seeing other children in this place was rare. She glanced at him and quickly looked forward again. She sat across from her tutor with her back to Wriothesley while the woman stayed up to dry the girl's hair. It was only now under better lighting conditions and out of the rain Wriothesley noticed the girl's purple hair that could make her easily identifiable and unforgettable. Wriothesley divided his attention between his food and quick glances at her. And only by the way she sat and held her cutlery it was clear as day that was a very well educated girl. He immediately took his elbows off the table and straightened his spine. Though she wasn't even looking at him, Wriothesley felt shy and self conscious, as he felt with whatever rich person. He felt guilty even if just looking. And this was the first time in his life he was having dinner in the same room as a high born. (Insert Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina quote here: "He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.")

And he was glad he changed his posture because the girl turned her head to look at him.

-”Look forward, Clorinde.” - the woman exclaimed, with Clorinde's hair still in her hands. 

Both the children put their focus back on their food and the nosy tutor began to speak:

-”So, mademoiselle Clorinde, I heard your father had business with the Iudex himself today?”

-”Yes, Monsieur.” 

-”And… do you know what that is about?”

-”I don't know Monsieur, but I heard he needed a legal permit of sorts.”

-”Oh, ok.”

There was no point in discussing adult's businesses with a child. They never knew the details anyway. 

-”Mademoiselle Jeanette, my knee is still burning.”

-”Monsieur Claude, can I check the infirmary for medical ointments?”

-”Of course mademoiselle, second door to the right. - the man pointed towards the corridor.” 

-”Come, Clorinde.” - both ladies left.

Wriothesley and his garde friend focused on finishing their food, just a few beans to go now. Wriothesley was satisfied and upon finishing the last beans couldn't help but thank his friend again, who upon finishing his food was now chit chatting with the other man and gave a quick glance with a smirk to acknowledge Wriothesley's thanks, and went right back to chatter. Wriothesley was distracted deep in thought thinking if he should be shameless and ask the man for whatever leftovers he could take to his siblings and he was startled again, but this time by a high pitched voice right by his side.

-”Are you here to train too?”

He immediately tensed upon noticing the girl close to him, huge purple eyes with a curious expression. He didn't notice her approaching at all! If the “talent” her tutor was talking about earlier was moving like a cat, then she definitely had it. 

-N-nno, mademoiselle. - Wriothesley averted his eyes from hers.

-”It's Clorinde! And what is yo-”

Their conversation abruptly ended with the garde's loud alright alright alright said towards Wriothesley. The man just noticed he had a street boy under his responsibility talking to some noble's daughter. He wasn't taking any chances. 

-”Let's go boy. We're both finished here. See you soon Claude! Your plate, boy.” - they took their plates off the table and headed towards the huge community sink by the exit wall and they both began washing them. They could sense the governess passing behind them. There was quite the distance from where they were now from where they were seated, with the girl still standing there.

-”Clorinde, you ask for some relief for your knee then leave the place? Hunpf! A lady must have her mind set in place!” -”Oh but I do, Mademoiselle!” - Clorinde cheekly replied with a sheepish smile. Seconds before Wriothesley crossed the door to exit the eating hall with the man, she changed her gaze towards him. Her victorious smirk was visible only for as long as a lighting bolt, but it was time enough to Wriothesley notice.

[the-council-of-new-york-vampires]

*A group of men burst into the conference room bringing in 2 massive pressure washers filled with bleach and hot water aiming their hydro guns directly at Lester*EVERYONE STAND BACK NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You been funking up our city for over a century. IT ENDS NOW U FUNKY BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*They strap him down to the chair and begin bleaching & spraying him with the pressure washers*

[gdmbrwiththerealcrew]

Day 2 - June 30th

We packed quickly and left the Lower Lake campground for the Elk River Trail. Immediately after we passed the trailhead we climbed and then climbed some more.

Early on, the trail was so steep and littered with rocks that we had to hike our bikes. Descending was nerve wracking, bone jarring and exhilarating at the same time.

It all climbing is done in the saddle.

We came to a fork and had to choose the Hydoline Trail to the left which immediately shot up a long steep hill or the flatter looking Elk River Trail. Knowing both came together at a higher elevation we decided to take our pain up front.

We looked up the hill to see a guy in a red shirt walking his bike. Like him, we mostly hiked our bikes up the climb to power lines. Once things started to flatten out, we passed red-shirt Larry, a 70ish cyclist riding the same bike as me. Later we learned that he had already ridden 600 miles from Victoria and was headed south the Mexico and beyond via the GDMBR.

The initial Hydroline climb!

At the top of the Hydroline Trail, it converged with the Elk River Trail and crossed from Alberta into British Columbia. There were two picnic tables at the convergence and Dave and Brad were their consuming calories. We pulled up and a minute later, Larry joined us. A few minutes after that, we met Anton, a French-Canadian doing the whole route.

A small sample of our riding community!

After a few minutes of sharing info (where are you staying, who have you met, have you seen any bears, etc.) we all took off for the totally exhilarating descent down the Hydro Trail. The first 3 miles were steep, fast, and fun. At the bottom we turned left along the Elk River Valley.

We stopped for a snack at a hikers cabin. The thing came complete with a wood stove for winter hikes and skiing. While there, Larry caught up and we learned about his wonderings. I asked him if he knew what animal was leaving the many piles of scat that we were seeing. He said bear. He had a grizzly within 30 feet of his tent the night before.

Just a pit stop…

Further down the road, the views opened up to reveal one of the most beautiful mountain ranges I’ve ever seen. Pictures can’t capture its size or beauty.

Wow!

Wow!

Still further, after seeing much fresh horse manure, we came upon a herd of domesticated horses grazing freely. Fortunately they weren’t spooked by us and did manage to get out of our way.

Range horses.

Throughout the day we saw several other riders going in either direction. Some we spoke to. Some just wanted to keep moving. Most were younger (20s, 30s) men, we did see one woman with another rider. And while we were eating lunch along the Elk River, we saw a solo woman.

Later as we pedaled down a gravel road, a local guy who was with his wife and dog in a pick-up truck stopped to chat. He was a very entertaining fellow. It seemed like he regularly stopped to talk to strangers and he had a wide variety of stories to tell.

Interestingly, he had slowed to talk to the solo woman rider that we had seen earlier. He, in more colorful terms, described her as all business and that she had her head down and didn’t bother to stop.

As the day grew later, we cut out some climbing by taking a paved road to our campgrounds for the night. When we arrived at the office to register the solo woman cyclist was standing there trying to get a campsite. Ultimately, we invited her to set up her tent on our site and she agreed.

Natasha, born and raised in Ireland but living in Boston was out to do some of the things she always wanted to do. A major change in her life gave her an opportunity so she built out a Salsa Fargo bicycle with the components she wanted and hit the GDMBR. She was unsure about how far she would ride in the 20 days available to her so she’s taking it day by day.

Steve, David, Ed, Natasha, Jose.

For dinner, we popped into the only good restaurant in town, Blend Bistro. The cold beer and hot food hit the spot.

Blend Bistro.

Back at camp we had a fire and learned a little more about Natasha… she’s an ESL teach and has played accordion in a Celtic band. We also had a philosophical conversation about what we want out of trips like these. I’ll leave to each rider to share their own story.

The night wrapped up with fireworks, literally. Since it was Canada Day Elkford had bands near the community center, a beer garden, and fireworks. We had a prime spot for viewing the fireworks which looked like they were exploding right above us.

With all the festivities and people jammed into this town of 3000 it did get a little loud. After the fireworks we listened to partying campers, near fist fights, and sirens late into the evening. Probably one of the worst camping nights sleep I’ve ever had.

Ending with a couple observations… first, Canada exploits their natural resources for all the world to see. Around one corner would be the most gorgeous mountain pass and around the next a mountaintop coal operation shaving the mountain to sea level. For the 3000 people who live in Elkford, coal is their living. It was very important to them and took priority. Second observation came from Ed. In particular, the community of cyclists and people supporting them is just amazing. We’ve met riders from all over and we all want to connect, tell our stories, and listen to others.

Cheers!

Ride stats:

Miles ridden: 47.98

Elevation gain: 2,329 ft

Max elevation: 6,392 ft

Start time: 8:23am

Moving time: 5:18:18

Elapsed time: 8:16:36

Ave speed: 9.0 mph

[systemchc9]

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[cancertherapy]

Ways You Can Reduce Your Prostate Cancer

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The prostate, located in the pelvis, is a gland of the male reproductive system. The inferior vesical artery, Internal pudendal artery, and middle rectal artery carry blood to the prostate. Located at the base of the bladder and encircles the urethra, which originates from the bladder, the prostate may enlarge over time. Although in most cases this enlargement of the gland is nonmalignant, in some patients it's a malignant process, which means it is prostate cancer. 

Before getting into the discussion of how to reduce the risk of prostate cancer, Let’s get some basic ideas from the recorded data of the prostate cancer doctors in Bangalore regarding what is prostate cancer and what are the symptoms.

 The following are the two cases of prostate enlargement:

Pathophysiology 

Now let's discuss the pathophysiology of the situation. Why does the prostate enlarge?

Hormonal changes in testosterone and estrogen levels. Testosterone converts into a more potent form of testosterone, known as hydro testosterone.

Epidemiology

Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia is by far the most common form of prostate enlargement.

Prevalence increases with increasing age. It has been estimated that as much as 50% of male patients in their 60s are affected by BPH, and this rate gets increases as the patient grows older. It is a prevalent issue among elderly males. 

There is an increased risk in specific individuals with metabolic syndrome and obesity. For some patients, it is like a pregenetic disposition. 

Signs and Symptoms

So the enlargement of the prostate can lead to some signs and symptoms. Now, what are those symptoms, and how to identify them? The most common signs of prostate cancer are:

Difficulty initiating and maintaining urination is referred to as urinary hesitancy, Straining is expected in this situation

Intermittent urine steam is when urination is on and off during the whole day

Nocturia is when patients urinate at night time, often awake at night with the sense of urination

Encore voiding is when even after finishing urination, there would be a feeling of urinating again. When the enlarged prostate is pushing the bladder constantly, the patient tends to feel this. 

Dysuria is the state of burning sensation during initiating urination 

Post Void Dribbling is after completing urination, dribbling may occur. Residual urine after voiding due to the issue passing obstruction by prostate 

The inability to urinate is referred to as urinary Retention 

More warning signs and symptoms of prostate cancer are the following:

Fever and chills

Hot flashes and night sweats

Spinal cord compression(Cauda Equina Syndrome)

Urinary Incontinence 

Silent Renal Failure

Backpain 

Prevention of Prostate Cancer Through Diet and Exercise

What's more important is from a lifestyle perspective younger people. Because we think the process of cancer doesn’t start early on. Where lifestyle and dietary changes have really shown to have an impact early on as we are building our bodies in our teens and in our twenties and that's when it can make a difference. Physical exercise is important. Studies came out that say, men who survive prostate cancer are those who spend a certain amount of time exercising. But if we are looking for a big change, we have to start early in our lives. Unfortunately, medical science hasn’t come up with any drug so far to prevent prostate cancer yet. Some medications have been used for enlarged prostate to see if they reduce the risk of prostate cancer, but it hasn't been proven effective enough. While dealing with prostate cancer prevention, what we really would like to do at this point in time, since we can't prevent it, is to prevent the more aggressive high-risk prostate cancer. Only through certain lifestyle and dietary modifications, we may be able to accomplish that. 

Another thing that might help in reducing the risk of prostate cancer is losing weight. Data show that patients with high body mass index seem to Read more.