#i have to do research. it shouldn't be too too hard to pull off but i'll be proud of it

[yoshistory]

mr klabs i have an ideeeeea

[robolvrr]

pop 'n lock it! *⁠.⁠✧｡⁠☆

rodimus prime x gn! flirty bounty hunter reader

sexy aliens at hotspots near you! • rodimus has learned that maybe cybertronians aren't as feared by the rest of the galaxy as he thinks.

warnings: nsfw, sexual content. (fisting, valveplay, friends with benefits.) non-cybertronian reader.

"come here often?"

your fingers rub absently on the safety lock of a battered pistol. the sizzle of raw laser still sends a wave of nausea through your system, before your internal servers have forwarded through past memories and interactions to positively identify the cocky voice rumbling through your communications system.

your lips playfully pull upwards.

"how'd you get my line, roddy? don't remember giving you this frequency babe."

the laughter that follows is painfully confident. so much so, that you can easily pick the chuckles apart and find the nervousness coursing beneath. he's about to snip back at you but that's just so predictable, especially since he's much more fun tongue-tied.

"daww, you missed me pretty thing? and here i thought you were too busy being a lil commander. if you wanted me so bad you coulda just told me the last time."

rodimus lets out the equivalent of a bark. you turn your attention to the sky, squinting in an attempt to see if he was piercing through the atmosphere or not.

"oh, you're mean! you know, sometimes i think you just like to project. i get you that riled up, sweetspark?"

that's how he wants to play tonight? cute.

you make eye-contact with a ball of flame and melted metal dancing across bright, magenta skies like a comet out of hell. humming, your pistol meets your hip, belt heavy with equpiment.

"your paint job gonna hold, hm? coming down awfully hot, needy."

"am not."

"uh-huh. sure, speedy. you want me to buff it better later?"

"just get that expression off your face. ugh."

that smile is downright cheshire. this planet's entire warmth and core couldn't force his frame any hotter than the sly smirks you design. it's your plotting grin.

the possibilities send a nice shiver down to his pedes.

"good mechs get rewards. stop playing coy and admit you're stressed and you missed me."

silence, for once, fills your comms. he can imagine you sucking your teeth with a feigned, sour pout.

"... be ready."

your head tips back when you giggle. legs drape over a slender, glossy bike before it sets to hover over rusted terrain, helmet clicking into place as your suit whirs to function.

[ welcome back, user. where to? ]

wrists twist back until the engine purrs. you wonder if rodimus will too.

"the usual. clear my night and tell trax the job is done."

your bike and you shoot through the desert in a blur, leaving the approaching prime and your disintegrated target of ash far behind.

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rodimus knows he shouldn't be interacting with you on any level. like, at all.

it's not as if you're a major threat. he's learned the hard way not to leap to conclusions, though you've never made a point of following through with any threats and you're cute, kind of intimidating. almost some figment of his imagination that flits in the corners of his optics.

he hasn't told anyone, anyone, on the ship about you.

for one, they just wouldn't get it.

rodimus prime, captain of the lost light, dirty pervert who enjoys interfacing outside his species every once in awhile. who is hopelessly intoxicated by a being hundreds of feet shorter and yet lets 'em run him up a wall.

for two, he's sure it isn't "ethical." magnus wouldn't look at him the same and he already was in hot water.

for three? well for three, you should be in prison. he's not sure where or which one, but from his research and your blunt pride, you're not exactly a good person.

not entirely. you've gotten rid of some awful corruption and he doesn't like how he's starting to question where his morals and your efficiency mix, because he's certain you don't fry his processors that bad to the point he's losing his sense.

you do.

rodimus lands on the planet's surface, fields buzzing too much to remember the name or care about proper docking. it's not as if he's sticking around for long, per your request.

which is cool. totally cool.

rodimus feels like shareware when he transforms into alt-mode, aware you're probably already waiting. his pistons roar and he fights the urge not to ding you again, because yeah, he's needy.

so what if he misses your mouth? missed your skin, synthetic and otherwise, missed your foreign technology analyzing his ticks and limits?

he needed this. he deserves this, that much was true.

the crackle of his comms make his wheels bite rock aggressively.

"don't make me wait."

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he arrives not even five minutes later. you're too static to care about or remember his measurement of time. it's quick and to your standards and that's all that matters.

his chassis is dusty. sure enough, there is visible damage upon his descent. you don't look up, or over, your shoulder until he drawls in bratty greeting.

"you know, most hosts are a little more attentive."

there he goes. classic rodimus, always misbehaving. biting what he could chew and choking instead.

you let the silence grow awkward before you give him what he wants. you can sense the way he's unsure by how his vents vary, fans slowly whirring as they lower the temperature down a degree.

"and most guests are more polite. who said i invited you?"

poor thing looks like a kicked pet. his optic ridges droop and his dermas screw up, stubborn.

"i can be good. it's just... i need you, okay? that's what you wanted to hear, right? just give me tonight. please."

he slips down the concrete wall as steps, practiced and nonchalant, drift his direction. all his insecurities and want bubble to a nasty concoction and his legs part without command.

he can feel it. your stare, right on his closed array. the visual, physical culmination of his obsession dripping and oh, primus. your mouth is opening and you're letting it fall on your tongue.

"hahhh.. frag." he stores the image in a file far away.

"like candy, roddy. i can forgive you for intruding if you haven't been touching yourself like i asked, darling."

he groans and his digits scrape the foundation. you suck your finger and he's shaking.

"sure tastes like it."

frag it all. you make him so desperate it's embarrassing.

he nods his head fast and his panels pop and lock open.

leaning forward, you make a mental note to see just when your schedule will open up again this lunar cycle. while his spike is just as pretty as he is, an curved phallic throb of silver metal with sparkling, ruby bio-lights, you dip lower instead.

rodimus didn't have time to ask, hearing the whoosh of your thrusters and suddenly tongue and spit find his node with turbokitten licks.

"ooohhhh, okay, hah! w-warn somebody before you just g— guhh..!"

you never ask him to mass displace when intimate. it's partially the reason he feels so gross. there is no reason for him to be this broken already.

he should be breaking you. you should be under him, unable to take an inch. unable to think straight, or walk straight—

you're nibbling.

the rounded knob is rubber and thick. solid. firm, but slippery. you're not worried about harming him, though you do bite harder than necessary to ensure he's getting stimulated.

transfluid starts to drench your chin as you swirl and slobber, forming a warm suction that earns you a glitched moan.

"yes, yes, yeeeeeeaaahh... j-jhust like. ah! that.."

eager fingers circle his valve. he hiccups his approval.

then, your hand. he has to focus on not crushing it but from the yelp and helm bumping the ceiling, he wasn't expecting the action at all. you dreamily continue to coat him in your saliva as your wrist slithers in.

rodimus is sure he's going to offline.

you're not big. that's been established. but he still has to ease his calipers, legs trembling as you shove more and more of your forearm in him.

"please don't stop. i-i'm sho sorry. i'll be good. i'll be so good fhoure yew."

lubricant coats his faceplate when he hears your wicked amusement murmur against his valve instead.

his processor is fuzzy. he can't grab at anything because his strength will collapse the support beams, or you'll shoot that domineering leer that makes him feel like he's tipped over a vase.

rodimus whines, bleats. after lapping and swallows, your mouth has lost patience and drifted to his pulsing shaft instead. your lips are so much softer than a cybertonian, pillowy and velvet.

meanwhile, you are lazy. still pumping up to the elbow, in and out, in, out, innnn, outttt.

"let me see you cry, honey. so cute when you do. so handsome. so pretty."

the captain ex-vents sharp. his optics are cerulean. they glow in the darkness and drink you up.

"y-yeah?"

greedy! he's too obvious.

"you're the prettiest cybertonian i have ever seen." there it is, that engine growl. it vibrates your form with a tickle.

"my little light. my perfect...", you know what you're saying is going to make him overthink. you keep going because you feel how close he is already. "perfect prime."

that does it. rodimus tries to reboot his vocalizer as he shrieks out, dopey and bursting. a large, pink pool puddles at his aft, a single servo snatching you by the waist by instinct and dragging you up, up, up, up.

his glossa shoves down your throat and you paw at his helm.

he wants this burnt into his very being. his spark is thrashing.

"give. more. c'mon."

smoothing away tears, you suckle. his glossa slithers out and spit and fluid makes spider-web bridges between your mouths.

"you know i am not that mean, right? relax your pistons."

rodimus looks at you, albeit too tenderly. you close your eyes and distract you both instead by kissing him again.

"hah. as if. you're evil."

"you seem to have a habit of letting evil people around you, roddy." clink. the suit on your body phases off. he looks like he wants to stick you in his intake, drool and all.

"... touché."

[sigmasemen]

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (2/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationships, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2348

extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^- ^ !! older work... you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y'all!!

MICHAEL KAISER:

- Dating Kaiser was an entire rollercoaster, so getting around wasn't too hard. He had the money to afford limousine after limousine for you two, except when you two chose to go out on a hiking trip. "Good for training!" He said. He lied.

- Now here you two were, dashing home in the rain as makeup dripped down both of your faces. Kaiser had attempted to carry you, yet nearly slipped so you refused to get back in his arms.

- Around 10 minutes of moving, you realized how deep in this trail you were. It seemed Kaiser noticed too, as he sighed and finally paused.

- "Follow me!" He grasped your hand and ran you to a small cave. It was the sort of thing you saw in those stereotypical movies. It even made you wonder if Kaiser had purposefully planned this. Still, you got in.

- "Seriously? A cave?"

- He laughed, "Well, I'm not sure we have much of a choice, now do we?" He reached towards his own front and quickly unzipped his jacket to put around your shoulders. 

- "For you."

- You pause and softly laugh, "I'm not some damsel in distress. Besides, this is soaked too."

- Kaiser just shrugged, getting closer to your warmth and leaning his head against your's. His arms soon wrapped around you as well. "Well, I might as well warm you up with my body."

- It wasn't like you had any complaints with that.

KENYU YUKIMIYA:

- You weren't aware of who Yukimiya was beyond Blue Lock before this. He was one of the top 6 to you, one of the people who had been an essential part to the U20 match. Honestly? You hadn't ran into anyone from Blue Lock since this break had started.

- However, you had chosen to go outside now of all times in a brightly lit street with gleaming lights hitting your eyes. Even so, it was raining. It dropped off the signs and right onto your faces. You were one of the few people that didn't have an umbrella and didn't see any holders in sight.

- So, for 10 minutes, you walked through the freezing cold rain. You allowed the rain to make your shirt stick to your skin and make you shiver. The dissatisfactory feeling haunted you as you walked past a bowling place.

- Your eyes eventually landed on Yukimiya. You didn't expect to see him of all people out here, but it wasn't the best time for you. You didn't look good at all.

- But, of course, he had to notice you. His eyes narrowed as he saw you, giving a short chuckle and walking over to pull off his bright orange scarf over your head and dark grey coat over your shoulders without a word.

- He paused, "You shouldn't get yourself like this, you might not be able to face off against everyone in Blue Lock."

- "Wouldn't that be better for you?"

- "It would, I would just hate to see you like this." He reached up and pushed through your wet hair, "You should focus on getting home. It's getting dark."

- You paused to stare at him, before nodding, "Right, thank you Kenyu."

- "It's my pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow?" He smiled, starting to walk off yet looking over his shoulder to wave.

- And you matched that, tightening the coat around you to make a dash for your place once more.

ALEXIS NESS:

- Oh how Ness is so doting over you. Every little thing, he wants to make sure you're perfectly pampered and feel special during the entire date! He's planned it out in his head for months, researched this festival multiple times, he won't let anything go wrong!

- Until it rains.

- You remembered being under one of the tents as it started to pour down. You just sighed and looked at your boyfriend. Yet he seemed pissed. He was biting his lip, staring at the ground and having issues with calming himself. 

- You take his hand and laugh. For a second, he doesn't notice. Until you slip his jacket off his shoulders and pull it onto your head, covering yourself from the rain.

- Ness then notices, he seems confused until you speak again. "Oh my! Thank you Alexis for giving me your jacket."

- He pauses, softening his bite as his eyes light up. "Of course!" He adjusts it, holding it on your head and wrapped his upper body around you. "Let's make a run for it to our car, alright?"

- And minutes later, Ness is running and getting soaked while you're comfortable underneath his jacket. "Thank you..." 

- "For what?"

- "For saving my perfect date." He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

[leyyvi]

It's 3:04 in the afternoon when you're buried nose-deep in writing your research paper. And though you've been trying to focus on it for the last half hour, the only thing on your mind is literally all of the other things you need to get done. Clean your room, do the dishes, finish that late assignment (it's been almost a week now!) Shit. Too many things to do, and there's never enough hours in the day to feel like you can finish them.

You may or may not have been tipping over the edge of a breaking point for a while now.

But you've been convinced that it was hidden fairly well, at least from your friends. They don't press more than a simple "good luck with your paper" or "talk to you soon" when you tell them how busy you are.

However, your boyfriend definitely notices.

Levi isn't one to not speak his mind when something bothers him. In fact, he's pointed out several times in the last week that you shouldn't be overworking yourself. Out of anyone you know, Levi knows your limits the most. And he must see it where you don't, considering he's walked into your apartment with his copy of the key and is now standing over you, a paper bag in his hand as he glares down his nose.

"Hey," you mumble, turning back to your laptop screen in front of you. But the laptop is forced shut by a veiny hand, replaced with the plop of that same paper bag Levi was just holding. "Whats that?"

You pout when he slides the laptop down the dining table.

"Lunch. You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I know you are, don't fight me on this. Please just eat with me. Forget about your work for a minute."

He pulls out the boxes in the bag, revealing a couple of sandwiches. Fine, maybe you're a little hungry.

"You didn't answer my calls so I had to guess what you would've liked," Levi murmurs as he slides the boxes toward you. You mutter an apology, but he's not mad. He waves it off, simply telling you to eat and "stop worrying about shit for one damn second."

With anyone else, it might've pissed you off.

When you're absorbed in your work, it's hard to gather energy to talk to other people, let alone even take care of yourself. And yet, somehow, Levi is the one person who manages to read you like a book. For some reason, he's able to pick up on your bouts of silence and understand what you need. You always wondered how he can do that.

And though he's yet to say "I love you", you wonder if gestures like this are close enough to that.

He doesn't ask about work, merely sits with you and eats in silence. The brief moment of quiet feels good, comforting even. Especially in Levis presence. Despite his coarse language and tendency to maintain a glare most if not all times, you've always found him to be so... Stable. A steady wall to lean on when the world makes your stance tremble.

You really love that about him.

When you two have finished, Levi promptly cleans up the table. You assume it's okay to go back to work, but his hand lands on yours when you try to pull it back.

"You're done for the day," he says with a firm stare. The usual one he gives when he absolutely refuses to listen to any counterargument you might come up with. "We're gonna go for a walk, take you outside. Just get out of this shit and breathe some real fresh air."

"I'm not a dog," you grumble as he holds out his hand to you now to help you stand.

"Mhm," is all he says.

You two walk around the neighborhood, Levi having taken away your phone in an effort to keep you from too much more screen time. He'd return it if you really asked, but you're thankful for the restriction in all honesty.

Usually, Levi isn't the one to initiate an exorbitant amount of physical contact. It's you who tends to absentmindedly cling to his arm while you're talking. And it's generally you who comes up behind him to cover his eyes and make him guess who, despite the fact that he already knew just from the sound of your footsteps.

Most often, Levi does attend to little touches here and there. The back of your neck, the edge of your hip, the top of your thigh, along the line of your jaw. And now in this moment, it's when Levi steps up a little and takes your hand completely in his. It isn't anything new for you to hold hands, but it's rare for him to be initiator.

You appreciate that. Those moments where he's willing to be more brave about touching. It's calming, feeling his fingers between yours as your arms sway with every step.

"I'm sorry for being so short with you lately," you sigh, staring at the cracks in the sidewalk you step on. Levi always seems to make a subconscious effort not to step on them, even now.

"It's nothing. I'm always short with you, anyways..." He trails off quietly.

Your sudden snort startles him, obvious with the incredulous look on his face as you burst into a tiny fit of laughter. His brow raises in confusion.

"That wasn't even close to being a funny joke and you're still laughing?"

"It was funny to me! You're always funny."

"You're the only person in the whole world who thinks that."

"Must be why you're dating me, right?"

His hold tightens around your hand. "I'm dating you because I l-"

Levi cuts himself off and inhales through his nose, pushing his sunglasses up to hide his eyes as he recomposes himself. "I'm dating you for a multitude of reasons."

"You could be more specific."

"If you keep talking I'm gonna have fewer reasons," he clears his throat, hovering his free hand over his eyes to shield himself from the sun, leaving remnants of the summer's heat on his skin.

You smile, for the first time in a few days, actually. "I thought you were trying to make me feel better."

"Hmph." Clearly, Levi has nothing else to say.

[xqllin]

what i think are the wbk boys' charm points !

first years edition pt1 | sakura, nirei, sugishita

tags ~ fem!reader, mostly fluff, mentions of body shaming (sugishita), random af

notes ~ don't mind me just daydreaming about wbk as usual, i tried including one for physical appearances and one for their characteristics..

first years edition pt2 | suo, kiryu, taiga

sakura's eyes / honesty

the first thing you notice about sakura is the sharp contrast of his hair, then when you approach the boy, his eyes are what catches your attention

on one side there's a bleak gray that reminds you of the barren field of the moon ; on the other is an eye as golden as the sunset - which you believe is absolutely captivating

sakura's shy with his advances, often needing a little push from either one of his friends, but one thing for certain is that the things he says are genuine and rarely sugarcoated

he's outright but still chooses his words carefully, and it gives you so much more comfort than the words of reassurance anyone could give

because you know he means it and that he wouldn't fake any reaction

sakura averts his eyes, gaze not staying on your figure for more than three seconds because he's never seen anyone as pretty as you

you were thanking him for saving you the other day from some creeps, to which he recalls happened quite recently but he hadn't gotten a good look at you until now

and god he doesn't know what to do with himself

everytime he looks back towards you (because it's impolite to not look at somebody talking to you), your eyes were already fixed on him and he prays that his appearance wasn't weirding you out

if it wasn't already obvious by the warmth that envelopes your cheeks when you realise how much you've been staring deep into his eyes

"those guys were.. bothering you right? you shouldn't let them walk all over you like that."

he mutters with a pout, he knows his face is unbelievably red right now, and he thinks it's so uncool to act like this in front of such a cute girl and he knows you know it too

but he still decides to send you off with some words of advice (he doesn't want you to get hurt the next time)

you smile with eyes filled with gratitude for him, you swear you can see steam coming out of his ears from how hot he feels, and give him a playful reply

"right, I'll send them one of those flying kicks you did!"

he then says you shouldn't do that without practice with a rather concerned face, which earns him another minute of your laughter

nirei's smile / support

when the corners of nirei's lips curl upwards, practically every facial feature of his light up, and naturally your lips end up mirroring his in any situation

he's a beam of sunshine that's for sure, the guiding light that you just need sometimes

nirei is the first to celebrate your achievements and the last person you'd shoo away during your moments of self deprecation

he's so eager to help too, pulling out his trusty notebook to offer you support in any topic, you wouldn't be surprised if he had your grocery list for the following week prepared for you

you have been struggling with a school project for a while now, you were constantly doing research, which resulted in you sleeping awfully late some days

luckily you have nirei around to remind you to 'take breaks!' and 'make sure you eat your fill!'

at one point, you both started facetiming each other while you continue your assignment (nirei's suggestion)

sure having nirei's company during these tough nights was certainly helping your productivity, but you didn't want him to suffer along with you and continuously assured him that he didn't have to do this, especially with how hard he's working to protect the town as well

he assured you back that he didn't mind at all and he was doing this on his own accord anyways

he's too shy to admit that he's missed hearing you and seeing your face after you've been busy holed up in your house completing your project for the past week

whenever you were having a tough time and nirei noticed, he'd give you a wide grin followed with some encouraging words to help you get through it

"nirei. nirei?", you call out with a soft voice, the camera showing the top of his head hasn't moved in the past half hour

you say his name once more and you see his body flinch slightly, head jerking up to face you, prying his bleary eyes open as best as he can

he mumbled a quick apology as he yawns.. and he apologizes for that as well

"it's okay, you should go rest aki. i'm finished."

you find it adorable how he immediately perks up, congratulating and praising you for your hard work, the proudest smile hung on his face

you would return the energy if it wasn't near depleted by then, so you settle for a soft chuckle, thanking him for all the support he's given

you pout when he denies your credit and sigh

"well if you're not gonna accept that, i'll just have to use my actions to repay you huh?"

"i'll make up for all the dates we've missed out on tenfold!", you hum, teasing his flustered face before wishing him a good night's sleep

sugishita's height / loyalty

not everybody is a whopping 6ft tall, but your boyfriend is, turning heads everywhere he goes

either curious of the way he towers over everyone or concerned about the prominent grouch he embodies

everybody knows the only person in sugishita's eyes is everyone's beloved top dog - umemiya, but one could argue you were a close second

you've seen how he reacted when anybody refers to umemiya without honorifics, he wouldn't hesitate to defend your name either

it was a lovely day, the weather was perfect and you had cleared your schedule for the day

you even spent the entire morning putting together a flattering outfit to go out in, of course you had to drag your grumbling boyfriend up from his nap for a date! (he quickly shut up after laying his eyes on you)

you both do a little window shopping, mainly just you leading in the front, squealing at whatever catches your eye

and sugishita follows closely behind, like a guard dog, ready to jump at any threat during your lovely outing

you tell him to lay off the scary expression, which he merely huffs in response (he tries to keep his face as neutral as possible after that and ends up looking even scarier through an onlooker's eyes from how hard he's focusing)

you've scurried off to a food stall to get you both a snack on the go when sugishita overhears some rather unpleasant remarks targeted towards you

his eyebrow twitches in annoyance, and mentally panics when he notices you stiffen up, the conversation you were having with the stall owner dying down

they weren't standing too far off, in fact you stood even closer than sugishita was, you feel like curling up and disappearing, like the nights where you'd curl into yourself, arms wrapping around your own waist in a pathetic way to comfort yourself

you quickly pay for the food and urge sugishita to leave the scene, your pace quickening from how desperate you wanted to escape this situation

but before you could react, sugishita was already heading towards the group of people, his back straightened to assert intimidation

"got a problem?"

he cocks his head to the side, with the meanest glare aimed at those people, you scramble to his side trying to pull him away but his stubborn head just wouldn't budge

the people were visibly flustered, their presence shrunk down to that of a mouse, while they hurried away with their tails between their legs

you sigh, "it's alright sugi.. let's just get going yeah?"

he obliges, but now with a hand around your waist, you look up at him in shock and his brows were still furrowed, eyes trained at the road ahead

you realise he's straining his arm to cover your waist, in case you felt insecure about people seeing

he knows you've figured out his intentions, but he doesn't let it show, you just smile and walk a bit more closer to him, happily indulging in the snack you had purchased

you reach the treat up to sugishita's face so that he could have a taste as well, giggling when he comments that it's too sweet

.. definitely not as sweet as your boyfriend though

before posting ~ happy girlfriends day girlfrienddss ‼️ tomorrow is actually my bday and I've finally decided to post this :3 this sucks and im embarrassed but when have i cared about that so it's getting posted 💪

[sakumz]

a/n : me rn. the lecturer is a liar OMG we were given time to make presentation slides and it's group work not individual so we could constantly ask him to check bro checked everyone's group and the other day I asked how to up my grade since he said he'll give everyone a C for standard and then we just work our ways to up that grade and when I asked him how he gave advise and I follow with it. mf still give me a goddam C. sorry for the rant lmao

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[ a. rayne x fem reader ]

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frustrated. that's the feeling you felt at the current moment, clutching hard on the paper your professor handed you. the poor paper crumpled beneath your fingers. the magical students around you were clearly aware of your ominous aura.

" what's wrong? " max whispers on your ear as you jolt from his sudden presence.

" that stupid professor is a liar. he said I could up my grade if my report was about a rare mystical beast, it didn't matter if I could study its behaviour physically. just from a book research is fine. there's obviously no change from the grade! it's still the same C from last exam too. " you ranted off as other students too, felt bad for you. you were just following what that professor said, he should've done you better.

" hey. is it true? what y/n said, " rayne questions, standing tall behind the professor.

" w-what do you mean? " the professor cowers in fear for his head.

" you know what I'm talking about, the research report. ring any bells or must i hit you on the head to make you remember. im sure other students have fallen trap to your grading system. " he says with truth.

" fine, everyone gets a free A! " the professor pushes away the partisan sword near his face as he made a run for the door. the class cheers and thanks rayne before leaving.

leaving you, max and rayne alone in the classroom. rayne makes his way over.

" thanks for what you did earlier. " you flash him a smile.

" yeah I'm surprised you would do all that. aren't you afraid if this gets reported to the other divine visionary? they could take away that title, its like abusing your title! " max spoke.

" it's not really abusing my title, I'm just bringing out the truth and besides what he did was wrong. he lied to his students, he shouldn't be a teacher if he can't keep his promises. " rayne replies.

" aw you're so cute, " you stood up from your seat and gave rayne a pinch to his cheeks, he blushed at the sudden contact but smiles.

" he likes you, you know. " max whispers to your ear, loud enough for rayne to hear as max makes a dash out of the classroom.

" what, really? " rayne couldn't help but uncharacteristically blush harder.

" n-no-..."

" I like you too, " you confess, giving him a kiss to his cheek as he calms down a little.

" thank you, I will protect you and I love you alot. " he pulls your body close, giving you a hug.

" also is it true, you have rabbits in your dorm? let's go I wanna see. " you grab his hand, pulling him out of the classroom.

he didn't say no but walked infront to lead you to his room. the day was spent playing with the rabbits as both awaits for max to return. rayne would put on a good show and beat him for embarrassing him infront of his crush.

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ngl after writing this I feel very cheated on omg fcking lecturer 😭😭😭😭 anyone wanna be moots just drop your discord in my inbox or sum o want moots to talk to HAJSJSKAKS

[rui-xyz]

hii im from wattpad and i want to request :

Rui x reader (reader is afab), fsmut ig ?? both college students nd they both wanted to start a project but ended up.. yk 😭

HIHI WELCOME!! Honestly this ask is my entire rui sequel fic on wattpad (wink wink go read it and the prequel anyone who hasn't)

Anyway enough talking, let's just get into it ;)

⭒Synopsis: ^^

⭒Warnings: NSFW,

⭒Setting: College, so yall are anywhere from 18-22 or so

⭒Notes: AHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO GET OUT

"Alright, we have everything we need! I think..." You gazed over the messy pile of mechanic bits strewn across the floor, your boyfriend sitting in the middle.

"This should be all I need," he smiled up at you from the floor.

"Great! Then, let's get to work!" You hopped over onto your bed, starting to look through the brainstorming notes for just what kind of bot you'd use for this project.

That was over half an hour ago. So far, you had done nothing but add maybe 3 more things to your notes, and ramble endlessly. You suddenly stopped yourself mid-sentence, shaking your head in frustration.

"Noo, Rui, we're on another tangent..."

"Sorry, I knew this time, it just seemed like something you really enjoy talking about."

"Thank you, Sweetheart, but now's not the time to indulge my scatterbrain." You sighed, flopping back on the bed. "I still have no idea what this bot is even gonna do, let alone look like..."

"You have plenty of ideas down, I suppose it's just choosing that's the hard part."

"Are you sure the animated hologram is off the table?"

"That would take several months of research and work. You need this done by the end of the week."

You groaned and sat back up, slipping off your bed and leaning down over Rui's mess to cup his face and nuzzle his nose. "Thank goodness I have my pretty genius boy to help."

He chuckled softly, going along with your affection before standing up to stretch his legs. "I'll have you know, I didn't procrastinate on my homework this time, just to make sure it was done for when you get home."

You cooed, thanking him with a hug as he stepped out of his sea of silvers and metal. "Y'know, maybe a snack will help get us on track?"

"I don't think a snack is going to help you focus better."

"Awe, c'mon, we won't know til we try, right?" As you started walking out from your bedroom to the kitchen, you were tugged back by your shirt before the door closed in front of you.

"I know something that'll help."

"Hmn? And what would that be?"

Suddenly, you felt Rui pick you up and toss you onto your bed, jumping on you immediately after. He held himself up, hovering above you with a smirk on his face.

"If history repeats itself, this'll probably help out," he purred, before leaning down to start kissing and licking up and down your neck. You shuddered slightly.

"W-what in the world makes you think this is the solution?"

"You haven't noticed? You do much better work when you're... we'll say... relieved."

"What evidence is there of that?" You chuckled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I've witnessed it a time or two. Now, enough talking. That's what got us here in the first place."

You wanted to inquire some more, but refrained, instead just simply letting your breath shake with every exhale as Rui soaked your neck with growing impatience.

He wasted no time in slipping his hands under your shirt and pulling it up your body. His hands found their way to your sides, gripping and rubbing over your ribs, down to your hips. His mouth left your neck and pressed against yours, tongue slipping past your lips within seconds.

You kicked your legs up over his hips, squeezing his waist between your knees. He carefully pulled his face away from your kiss, smiling down at you darkly.

"Let's get this over with quickly, yeah? We shouldn't take too long when we have work to do."

"Yeah, you're right..."

His hands tugged your shirt all the way off, tossing it aside dismissively and going for your pants. Then his pants came off. Meanwhile, you tugged off his shirt, which he had neglected due to time. His leg pressed up between your legs so you could grind against it as your tongues licked together with hunger.

He felt over your body, squeezing roughly, grabbing at his favorite parts of you and feeling your soft, plush skin under his fingers. Fuck, were you irresistible, even with his eyes closed.

With the softest groan of frustration and impatience, he stuffed his face into your neck and shoved hastily at his all too tight pants. He sighed at the freedom once they were finally off, and paused before he made for his boxers. Rui lifted himself up and gave you a devilish look.

"Is my Darling ready for me?"

You let out a shuddering breath as his hand trailed down your stomach, dipping into your underwear and feeling across your folds. Just how easily his fingers slid told you the answer to his question. His smirk widened.

"Good."

With that, his fingers hooked into the leg holes and started tugging them down your thighs. Once they were off and discarded with all the rest of your clothing, you suddenly felt two of his fingers slide into you embarrassingly easily. You tensed, gasping, but huffed at the amused look on his face.

"I thought you said we shouldn't waste any time?"

"I wouldn't call this a waste. You aren't seriously asking me to just ram into you without a little preparation, are you?" He gave you a pouty look, to which you rolled your eyes and let him continue, stretching you out. Once he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean before they wrapped around your hip, you mentally prepared yourself for what came next.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He propped your legs up onto his hips and carefully slid into you. You let out a shaky breath as each inch slid in, filling you up how he always did. He groaned out happily, smiling as his lashes fluttered.

"Mmh, yeah... that's it." Rui sighed as he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours. His arms slipped under your shoulder blades and grabbed your shoulders. He rubbed his cheek against yours and placed a few kisses across it, grinning all the while. "I love you... Want me to start yet?"

You wiggled your hips slightly, listening to his breath hitch. Once you were fairly sure your insides had adjusted, you leaned back and relaxed, then nodded your head.

"Yeah, you can start."

"Okay, Honey," he sighed happily, then pressed his lips to yours. He started to pull back, then thrust back in slowly, breaths uneven. Your own breath was shallow as you kissed him, feeling how gentle and slow his movements were starting out. He continued at that same pace for a while, then pulled away from your lips to catch his breath as his hips began to speed up.

The feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls and his tip hitting so deep in you gave you a wave of goosebumps, how it usually did. A few soft moans started to leave your lips as your head fell back against the pillows. Your vision was blurry with pleasure, but you could see as Rui looked over your face, his muscles tensing as a moan escaped him. He leaned back down, groaning softly as he shoved his face into the nape of your neck and started to speed up more.

It felt glorious, the pleasure making your brows furrow and eyes roll back. Your hands gripped onto his back, and with every moan of his that sounded next to your ear, you felt your insides grow hotter, until a knot started to form in your stomach. The most you could do was squeal out Rui's name, but in response, he sped up to a pace that had you wailing with pleasure.

You could feel your finale quickly approaching, but it's not like you could muster the ability to warn him, especially when his mouth met yours again and your moans mixed together. As you reached the edge of bliss, all you could manage was a frantic shove to Rui's shoulder, before your back arched and you cried out. He immediately slowed down, now back to focusing on his depth as his orgasm also neared. You clenched around him as you soaked his cock with your release, and those sweet sounds you were making made his cock more solid than stone. Every second his orgasm neared, it felt like you were driving him more and more crazy. He could just barely sense himself getting louder as he kept slamming deep into you, until his pleasure peaked and he let out a long, shuddering moan as he released inside you. You shuddered, yet another wave of goosebumps raising over your body. As his cum gushed into you, he held you tight, squeezing you with euphoria. When the feeling finally subsided, his whole body relaxed, almost going limp above you. He let out a sigh and started catching his breath at about the same pace you were.

The two of you spent a couple moments just basking in the relaxing, post-orgasmic afterglow, before Rui dropped his head back down to your shoulder, shifting slightly to get comfortable.

"Don't fall asleep," you warned with a chuckle.

"I know, I know. We still have work to do."

His words made you pause, before you groaned. "Awe, fuck."

[badcaninecemetery]

[a list of overhaul headcanons that i've been obsessed with + soft x reader imagines]

he's kind of low-energy, so i imagine a lot of his hobbies would be similar.

given his physique, he'd probably enjoy working out, exercise, and/or yoga. he'd listen to documentaries about scientific discoveries while doing the mindless and repetitive movements. he'd intently watch a creative recreation of the discovery of tiktaalik and then forget he'd been cycling for over an hour.

i definitely think he'd be into reading too. typically he reads autobiographical nonfiction, but i'm sure he could be swayed into more literary nonfiction. he'd also read academic/scholarly journals/publications. he'd spend hours reading and reading.

playing strategic/mentally stimulating board/card games would interest him too. it's to keep his wits sharp, and perhaps hone in his poker face more and more. he probably did this a lot when he was younger, but then it became a hobby so he just does it to keep his brain thinking.

he'd also be into things like wine making or custom metal work, something that he can build and create. chemistry is something he really would enjoy, and there are endless possibilities there. he probably brewed beer and things like that when he was younger to earn pocket money and get himself further out there, but it stuck around too.

along those lines, he spends a lot of his time studying and working on his technical skills. he has many things he has to practice and learn, and i don't think his hunger for knowledge is satiable. he'd dedicate time for learning languages that might help him one day. science and math become some of his favorite things to do to pass the time—it's like doing crossword puzzles to him.

when he was really little, i think he probably tinkered with model kits. he's a little too shy to show those off though, but they're still hidden away in a closet just in case he ever wants to attempt them once more.

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imagine kai tells you that he has a surprise for you, so he leads you into the living room and reveals with a gesture a board game. his eyes are crinkled around the edges, so you know there's a smile underneath that mask of his. you'd play with him, only for him to obliterate you every. single. time. it's typically chess because he teases you that it's your skill level—and you should be glad he didn't pull out the checkers board (or worse, go fish).

imagine watching him fiddle around with experiments. he shows you the elephant toothpaste one and you both would watch in horror whenever it starts exploding out more than it was supposed to. whenever you ask what happened, kai admits that perhaps he shouldn't have been focusing on your reactions as much. but whenever he's not doing anything in particular for you (and he totally doesn't do those things to impress you), the two of you just parallel play in the same room. he's busy, writing notes down in that doctor's scrawl of his and staring down intently through his bulky jewelers loupes; while you're relaxing on the other side of the room, perhaps doing something quiet and easy like drawing, or knitting, or writing, or researching.

imagine soft jazz in the background during these things. kai slowly turns to face you with a hard stare whenever you start playing your mix of sad jazz. he shakes his head softly, telling you he's not going to examine the medicinal samples in his petri dishes to billie holiday's "the man i love" (which makes him shift from foot to foot awkwardly because of the lyrics). a sly grin starts to stretch across your face as you switch it to old german jazz (the kind that plays in those 1930s men's fashion instagram reels), and you start doing a little dance towards him, shaking your hips and shimmying. kai's eyes are wide, but he's unable to not succumb whenever you lightly grasp his hands and loosely swing his arms back and forth (he's imploding internally).

imagine making him a rap, rock rap, and/or nu metal playlist. it's sometimes heavy and emotional or bitter, and sometimes it's nice for him to lean back and grimace at the ceiling whenever he listens to the words. so you hook up your phone to a speaker, then hit shuffle. his head is leaned against the back of the couch, eyes closed while the playlist cycles through. one second cypress hill is playing, the next it's eminem's fack. kai's face contorts into dissatisfaction before his eyes open and he pointedly looks at you, but you just snicker and say it's like a game of russian roulette. i wonder just how many times this song is hidden in this playlist? kai just sighs in acceptance.

imagine kai gushing to you (in a definitely calm and composed manner) about some or the nonfiction/journals he reads, or documentaries he's watched. sometimes he'll throw a word out there that you don't know, but he's very willing to explain what it means. he's brief and precise whenever he elaborates the information, and he'll offer to let you read/watch the materials too. you'd definitely sit down and read/watch it (even if it doesn't particularly interest you, but you know kai enjoys it).

imagine the two of you getting into stuff to do together like reading theory (you wouldn't stop jokingly spamming links to the communist manifesto and industrial society and its future at three a.m. in the morning—but then you both dipped in émile durkheim and kai was immediately enthralled). or doing something like learning animal taxonomy (you wouldn't stop calling the centipedes little lovers). or something simple like drinking coffee (or whatever you'd prefer at that moment) in public and people watching.

so many little things to pass the time, just brief smiles and witty glances behind coffee steam.

[sword-is-bored]

Remember me?

(Hello! I wrote this as a start of a sequel to my Fic A Breath of You

Link and (Y/n) are married <3)

"I'll be back before you know it." Link smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. I sighed and pulled him in for a hug. Finding it hard to feel any of him through the armor. He hugged back, holding me close. Our embrace was intimate and warm. I always got anxious when he left for the castle. I knew it was his duty, and it's been years. But... I still fear. I can't shake the anxious feeling within my heart. "I know." I murmured and looked up at him. He wore a gentle expression as I pulled myself off of him. He held out his hand, and I placed mine within it my ring glinting in the soft light. "As long as you wear this ring, I will always come back to you. Always." He promised. I nodded, a sad sigh escaping my lips

Link placed a finger under my chin, gently tilting my face up to look in his eyes. They were filled with love and kindness. He pulled me in, giving me a soft kiss. "Before you know it, (Y/n). Zelda wanted to see what's under the Castle. It shouldn't be anything but research, alright?" He whispered. I nodded, feeling his hands leave me. "Why don't you visit Impa? I heard she's giving the title of Chief to Paya. Go congratulate her. Support her, you know? Take Sky on a trip. So you don't have to be alone here. If I take longer than a day, I'll meet you back here. Alright, love?" He opened the door, tilting his head. I sighed and turned, looking at my traveling stuff hung up. "Yeah. I guess. I haven't seen Impa in a while." I mumbled.

Link gave a wink as he exited the door. "That's my girl. Go see them. I'll see you there, or here. Okay? Before you know it." He repeated and slowly shut the door. I sighed and listened to the sounds of him grabbing his horse, Malo, and taking him to ride away to the castle. I stood in our house, the sounds of emptiness filling me with dread. I sighed and walked up the stairs. I sat in our bed and laid back, already missing him. He was right. I should go see Impa. And Paya.

After another moment I pulled myself out of bed and gathered my traveling gear. I pulled on my things, taking Link's hood and wrapping it around myself. He wore it when tending to the animals so I could smell him on it. I smiled, grabbing my satchel and a weapon. And a bow, and I stole some arrows from Link's stash.

Technically since we were married now, it's my stash too.

I laughed at my own little joke. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow. I haven't worn this stuff since... the events. Since Link and I first moved in. We built our house to be cozy, and warm. A couch, a table and chairs. Our bed upstairs, with a vanity and some more things scattered here and there. For our wedding gift Link had a print of him and I painted in our wedding outfits. Flowers and white and he looked dazzling in the royal guard uniform. I loved it. Our horses were even in the picture behind us.

I turned to the door, opening it and looking left. Sky was happily munching on grass in the field beside our house. "You." I called out, finding her looking up at me tiredly. "We're going on an adventure." I smiled, pulling the door shut and walking over. She seemed to stare at what I was wearing and slowly walked away from me. "That's... you asshole. Get back here. Lazy whore." I muttered, walking behind the house to the shed. I opened the door, finding her reigns and saddle. I pulled them off their place, finding the saddle especially dusty. I brushed it off, walking over to Sky. She eyed me suspiciously, I smiled holding up the supplies. "I hope you're not too fat to wear this. Hylia knows all you do is sit and eat. I thought you used to be wild."

Sky snorted, turning to walk away again. "Don't you dare." I muttered, pulling out the reigns. I reached out and gently tugged at her halter. "I understand you haven't walked more than a few steps a day," That was a lie I took her out on rides weekly. "But, today you are looking pretty. We're going to see Impa." I said, reaching up to pull off the halter. I took the bit of her bridle and coaxed it into her mouth. Sky watched me with a glare, stubbornly going along with this. I smiled and gave her a pat. "I will give you all the apples we find. As soon as you start behaving." I hummed, putting the rest of the bridle on.

I gently tugged, making sure everything was secure. Sky, however, swung her head a bit faster than I expected when I tugged. I grunted and pulled back, so she didn't head but me. "You will be meat if you don't stop acting up." I muttered, tying her reigns to the fence. She snorted at me, as I placed the saddle pad on. I threw her saddle on top, reaching under her and pulling the straps tight. I continued to make sure she was travel ready and gave her reassuring pats. After the uncomfortable stuff was done, I untied her reigns and tossed them over her head. "That's my pretty girl, look at you." I whispered, petting her happily. Sky was not impressed, but I don't think there was much for her to complain about. I placed my foot in the stirrups and pulled myself up on her back. I situated myself on the saddle, patting her softly. "Good girl. Thank you." I said softly, steering her reigns towards the gate. We pushed out, and began making our way to Kakariko.

"(Y/n)!" Paya cheered, as I stepped through the doors of Impa's house. I giggled feeling her squeeze me into a tight hug. I gently wrapped my arms around her and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Paya, I heard Impa was giving you title of chief. Congratulations dear! You're going to do amazing." She grinned and blushed embarrassed. "Oh, yeah. That's what she says." She mumbled and backed away. I turned to my old friend and smiled. "Impa!" She opened her arms and I gave her a hug. "(Y/n), it's so good to see you. How are you? How's Link?" She asked, taking my hands. "Oh, I'm well. Link is too. He's on his way to the castle to help Zelda and her research."

Impa's eyes searched mine for a moment before relaxing. "Alright. I see why you're here now. Come, my dear. Let's go out and wander the town. Paya, you're in charge." Impa called. Paya squeaked out, scrambling for something. I laughed softly as the old woman led me outside. "You've prepped her for being leader so soon?" I asked softly. "Oh, yes. I'm old. I'm tired, and I don't want to lead anymore. I wish to relax and do what I want. You've been able to, so why don't I?" I laughed softly, allowing her to lead me around town. We spoke to the other townsfolk, everyone greeting me with a smile and open arms. I've gotten more hugs in the past years than I ever did. It's nice.

We toured around some more, Impa making conversation with everyone we met. I watched and night drew near. We returned to her home and sat in the living room. I undressed from my armor, leaving only a shirt I stole from Link and some comfy pants to rest in. This was heaven. Life was great. "Have you two been planning for children?" Impa asked after a long night of conversation. "Honestly," I murmured, leaning back on my hands. "I don't know. I've brought it up to Link, and we've been... you know." I blushed. "I think he wants to make sure Hyrule is completely safe before he wants to bring children into the world. I respect that. I would like some children though. Hopefully once he's done examining the castle, everything will be perfect." I said. Impa laughed and shook her head. "Of course. I understand. A warrior simply wants his children to grow up with peace. How noble of him. You're still young." She said, using quotation marks around that word.

I hummed in agreement. "Yeah, I worry though." I said softly. "He has night terrors. Stress and trauma from everything he's been through. I've woken up to him screaming, and fighting the blankets. By the time I get him to calm down he's wide awake. Sometimes I'll wake up and find him standing in the living room with the master sword in hand. I know everything's still effected him, but I hope it begins to dwindle soon. I think he's coping with it better, though." I thought back to the first night I found him like that.

I woke up to his spot cold. I crawled out of bed, and he was marching downstairs. Like he was in a trance of some sort. "Link?" I had whispered, reaching out to tap his shoulder. His hand snapped up, grabbing my wrist. His eyes locked with mine and he seemed to break. Tears ran down his face and fear swirled in his eyes. I held him as he shook, crying into my shoulder.

"I worry if we have children, he'll be even more stressed. So I hope this will put him at ease." Impa nodded her head solemnly. "Yes. It's hard watching someone go through the after effects of a great ordeal. You're doing the best you can to support him. I know it." I smiled and nodded to myself. Link knows I've went through this as well. After reading my journal he took a long, long look at me. I was worried he'd be upset but instead he pulled me in to a hug and cried with me. Apologizing for everything I'd been through, and what I was put through.

"(Y/n), there's a huge herd of horses behind Kakariko. Would you like to go see them tomorrow? There's a beautiful stallion within them, and I think he'd really catch your eye." Impa suggested. I smiled, being pulled out of my sad thoughts. "Absolutely. I'd love to." With that, Impa helped me get my things together for bed and we slept. The silent house creaked in the night, but it seemed to lull me to sleep.

"Woah." I whispered, standing atop the hill of Kakariko. The city below me as I watched the herd of horses grazing. I smiled, standing tall and feeling the wind wrap around me. Suddenly, I heard soft whispers. I turned around, finding the Great Fairy fountain glittering. It seemed to beckon me. I wandered over, climbing up the petals and resting myself on the pad. Slowly, the fairy emerged. Cotera took a long look at me as she exited the fountain. "Why hello dear, why are you here?" She hummed, a sing song voice. I smiled and shrugged. "It's a beautiful place to relax, you've made it quite the home." I complimented. She let out a soft laugh, and it sounded almost sad. "Yes, well, I'm moving."

"Moving?" I asked abruptly, blinking quickly. She nodded slowly. "I sense a great evil. It's coming." She whispered fearfully. "Run child, save yourself." I shook my head, my eyes widening. "No." I cried out softly. "No, please you can't say that. Hyrule is at peace." He hands reached out and pushed me, suddenly I felt the ground rumble beneath me. Within a moment her bloom vanished, as did the rest of the fairies. I was falling, and the ground began to lift from beneath me. I screamed, tilting back with nothing to hold onto me. Suddenly I was caught between the sky and the ground. I watched as it lifted up, leaving me. Falling. One last scream escaped from my mouth.

"Link!"

Impa was close behind (Y/n), but not enough. She felt the rumbles and heard her scream. She climbed up the mountain as fast as she could. There, she found a darkness as the ground lifted. On the edge was (Y/n), laying crumbled on the ground. Unconscious. She ran over, pulling her away from the darkness. "Somebody help!" She screamed, her voice echoing through the hills. (Y/n)'s arm was the wrong way, obviously broken from trying to catch herself. She had blood oozing from the back of her head. "(Y/n), wake up." Impa whispered, shaking her body. Paya and a few other villagers had rushed to them. They saw (Y/n) and Impa, taking (Y/n) and helping Impa down the hill.

They laid her on a medical bed as they wrapped her arm and her head wound. She seemed to be breathing fine, but whatever happened knocked her out cold. "Grandma, what happened?" Paya asked softly. "(Y/n) was watching the horses, and then it looked like she went to visit the Great Fairy. I wasn't far behind, but then the ground began to rise and," Impa sucked in a breath. "I heard her scream. I've... never heard her scream like that." She whispered fearfully. "We have to find Link. We have to let him know (Y/n)'s been injured." Her arm was broken, and they thought some of her ribs might've as well. Her head... oh goddess her head. They worried. (Y/n) rested peacefully and Impa watched over her, with baited breath. A letter for Link was sent out to Purah, where Impa was informed Link and Zelda were missing.

"Link, your wife needs you." Impa whispered, holding (Y/n)'s good hand. (Y/n) woke up in the night, gasping for water. She was given it and immediately fell back into a slumber. Her eyes rolling back and her body slumping. After another day, she awoke. Confusion danced in her eyes, and she squinted around.

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"Where am I?" I breathed out, my eyes fluttering as they adjusted to the sights around me. My chest hurt, my arm hurt and my head was hammering. I groaned, closing my eyes tightly. It felt like someone was taking a stick and slamming it into my skull. "(Y/n), you're awake." An old woman sitting beside my bed squeezed my shoulder. I looked at her, tilting my head. "You're in my house." The woman whispered. I looked at her with wide eyes, nodding slowly. "(Y/n)? You look pale." I leaned back, sucking in a breath. The urge to vomit was strong, but I knew I could hold it back. I was fine.

"Can... can I have something to write with?" I asked softly. "Of course. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" I nodded slowly. "Yes. I am." I clenched my right hand, feeling tingling building it's way up my wrist. "Goddess, what did I do to this hand?" I asked. The woman was searching for something for me, and came back with a book and a pen. "Did you injure it during your fall as well? We couldn't find anything broken. Just your nerve damage." I blinked, staring at my hand. A ring sat on my finger. "I... I'm... married? I have nerve damage? I fell?" I whispered to myself.

Where was I?

Who was that?

When... when did I get married?

She placed the book and pen in my lap. I nodded a thanks, taking it and using my bad arm to hold open the page. "(Y/n)?" The woman whispered. I refused to look at her. Shame washed through me. "I'm sorry... I don't know who you are." I said quietly. The woman seemed to still. "I see." She squeaked. She watched me for a moment before patting my arm. "It's alright, dear. Rest. We'll talk later." I nodded and stared down at the pages of the book. Empty. Blank.

Dear Journal,

Who am I?

"Paya." Impa hissed, grabbing her granddaughter's arm. "We need to talk." Paya turned to Impa. "What is it?" She asked softly. "Go inside and introduce yourself to (Y/n). She'll be less scared with someone who she thinks is her age." Impa urged. Paya made a face. "What are you talking about?" She asked. Impa shook her head, her grip tightening on Paya's arm. "Do what I say, now. As your grandmother, listen to me." Paya swallowed before opening the door to Impa's home, finding (Y/n) staring at the book in her lap.

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"Hello there. I heard your name is (Y/n). I'm Paya, the leader of this village you're in. Kakariko." I stared at the girl who wandered in. She may be a bit younger than me, but she was comforting. "Oh. Okay." I murmured. "It's nice to meet you." Paya smiled softly and looked at my journal. "What are you writing there?" I looked at it and sighed. "I need to get my feelings out somehow. I... don't know anyone who I can talk to about my feelings. Am... do you know me?" I whispered. Paya looked at me carefully. "Maybe." She murmured. "Why?" I sighed and looked down at my journal. "I wake up, shirtless and wrapped in bandages. A strange woman beside me holding my hand, and a ring on my finger. My head is pounding, it hurts to sit up and... I can't remember anything. My head hurts so bad." I whispered.

Paya sat beside me, looking into my eyes. "I know a friend who went through something similar. That woman is Impa. She's my grandmother. She's a very kind and gentle woman, who helps anyone in need. We found you and figure you'd fallen. Taken a big hit too. We have a friend who would be more than willing to help you with your memory loss. He's suffered through it as well, and he's the kindest and most genuine man I know. He'll take you around Hyrule with him. It'll be an adventure. Does that sound like something you'd want?" Paya asked softly. I thought for a moment, slowly nodding. "I think I'd like that. What's his name?" I asked. "Link. His name is Link."

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"She doesn't remember anything. Or anyone." Paya said shakily, stepping out of the house. She slowly broke down into tears in front of Impa. "Grandma, what are we going to do? How are we going to tell Link?" Paya whispered. Impa held her granddaughter, pain flowed through her. She began to cry as well, holding Paya close. "My dear... I don't know." She whispered. "I don't... know."

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"Linky!" Purah gasped, seeing the man again for the first time. Link stood in front of her, his arm was different and he looked disheveled. She helped him, and before she set him out on the task of the four villages. "Your wife..." She whispered softly. "(Y/n).. there's been an accident." Link snapped his head to Purah.

"What?"

[unloved-cadillac]

Extra Help. (Alhaitham x Reader)

Summary: sexy time with Alhaitham.

Hi everyone. Caddy here. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Got some more fics ready to be published with new characters that I started writing for. Thanks for all your support for the past 2 and a half years. I love every single one of you <3

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Things were quiet in the House of Daena. Less than 10 people were around, reading, researching and writing. You were no different. A particular problem required mindless research and now it started to get on your nerves. Running your hands through your hair, you lean back in your chair and gently exhale. ‘I can feel my body giving out already.’ You think to yourself, closing your eyes.

“But, Scribe Alhaitham. How do we proceed with these documents?” You hear a scholar ask, making you open your eyes and look around. Your eyes land on a man in his usual Akademiya uniform and the other he was talking to.

“Complete them. You’ll get your answers in the 117th aisle. It’ll take some time so get someone to help you. I got some other things to do.” Alhaitham says making the scholar walk away, past you. You watch him go to said aisle then turn your attention back to the Akademiya’s scribe.

He was quite pleasing to the eye, one can admit. You had a few conversations with him in the past and to say his mind was filled with interesting thoughts and ways was an understatement. His outlook on life was one of a simple one but it wasn’t to everyone’s liking. Maybe that’s why he was disliked. Geniuses were lunatics in the eyes of fools.

Smiling to yourself, you look back at your books and continue to study.

Time went by fairly quickly. People began to leave the library and now it was just you and the scribe. You looked up to see the time and it was past dinnertime. “What?” You say to yourself quite loudly making Alhaitham look at you. He knew you. Y/n L/n. One of the few people who could hold a conversation without making it unbearable.

Closing your book, you begin to pack up your things when his voice echoes.

“You were here till quite late, Y/n.” He says, making you abruptly stop. “Scribe Alhaitham. Yes, I had a lot of work to do.” You say and he nods. “For who?”

You walk to him and show him the papers from your peers. He takes it and briefly reads over it. “This took you more than two hours?” He asks and you frown. “Unfortunately not all of us are as gifted as the great scribe.” You take the paper back and put it in your bag. Alhaitham remains quiet and you take it as your que to leave. “Goodnight, Scribe Alhaitham.” You say and begin to walk away.

“Y/n.”

He calls and you stop. His voice. Him saying your name just did something to you. Shaking off those thoughts you look at him. “Yeah?”

“I can help you. If you ask.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and a small smile paints your face. “Really?” He nods and motions for you to come to him. You oblige and pull up a chair to sit next to him. “Luckily there’s not much left to do but I would appreciate any input you have.” You say as you begin to take out the papers.

Alhaitham watches you shuffle everything around and notices how jittery you were.

“The guy who gave me this assignment said that these books won’t be much help and that he looked around but obviously he didn’t look hard enough. I mean, you said it yourself, it shouldn't have taken more than two hours.”

You continue as you flip through your notes.

“You talk a lot.” Alhaitham suddenly says and you look at him a little shocked. “Oh. I’m sorry. I must be really tired. I’m losing my mind a bit.” You jokingly say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Stress. It can cause uneasiness in the mind and body.” He says and you meet his eyes. You’re quiet as you think. He is too. After a short amount of time, he leans towards you and then gets one of your papers in his hand and leans back. You exhale a breath you were holding and close your legs, trying to stop the beating down there and watch him read.

“This is your summary, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You got everything down that you need. And some extra information that isn’t as needed as the rest. What else do you need?”

You wet your bottom lip to stop the dryness and clear your throat. “Um, I don’t think I need anything else.”

Alhaitham looks at you, a faint glint in his visible eye. “Are you sure?” He asks as he leans a bit closer. “Nothing I can do?”

Hugging your bag, you blink at him and also lean closer. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to touch yours but it never comes. So you open your eyes and look at him. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me.” He says and you nod. “Tell me what you want me to do, Y/n.” He softly says.

“Kiss me.” You breathily say and his lips are on yours in a heartbeat. Moaning as the kiss deepens, you throw your bag to the side and hug his neck. His kneeling on the ground but isn’t for long as you push yourself into him and straddle him.

Alhaitham’s hands make its way up your skirt and under your panties, softly squeezing the flesh there. You break the kiss to let out a moan and his lips are on your neck as you do.

“More?” He mumbles against your neck for you to hear and you nod. Alhaitham quickly leaves your neck and looks at your face. “Say it.”

“More, Alhaitham. Please.” You whisper and he’s quick to undo his belt and lifts your skirt up. You help by moving your panties to the side and he feels the wetness of your cunt with his tip. A soft groan is sounded from his throat when he makes contact with it but you couldn’t wait any longer.

Leaning up and taking his cock in your hand, you guide him into you making you bite your lip from moaning too loud.

“ ‘Haitham. Too big.” You whimper and he puts his fingers to your mouth. “Spit.” He commands and you obey him and let a good amount of saliva be on his hands.

He rubs the remainder of his cock and gently pushes you down on him. “Fuck.” He whispers and leans up to kiss you. Alhaithams hands remain on your waist and start setting a rhythm for you both.

Back and forth on his waist, your clit gets friction from your panties, overstimulating yourself. You grip his shoulders, face falling on the side of his head.

“I’m getting close.” You whisper and Alhaitham stops, making you snap out of euphoria.

“Alhaitham?” You call and he gently pries you off his cock.

You were confused and embarrassed when he stopped. You hadn’t had a cock in you for so long it made it fast for you to reach your climax. But then Alhaitham held you and lifted you both off the ground and planted you on his desk.

He leans down and takes off your panties and spreads your lips wide open for him to see.

Your flushed face became even redder when he looked at your pulsing cunt.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your clit and tongue dancing on and all around it. You threw your head back and moaned, surprised at the feeling. Your hands made their way to his grey locks and his hands held your thighs. He only focused on your clit and he knew exactly what he was doing.

Alhaitham french kisses you until he decides enough is enough and gets up to plant his wet kisses on your lips. He takes his cock and slams into you making you suddenly jerk at the force. Alhaitham doesn’t waste time in wrapping your legs around his waist and mercifully thrusts into you.

He swallows your moans while feeling your walls grip around him. The table is shaking, papers are falling and all you could think about it cumming.

“Cum when I say.” Alhaitham says against your lips and you nod as his pace gets faster. He takes nine hand and reaches between you to rub your swollen clit making you grip him.

Your knot in your stomach gets tighter and you rack your nails across his back.

“C-Close!” You say and he shakes his head. “Wait.”

You bite your lip hard to control yourself but he was fucking you too good and too much for you not to cum.

“ ‘Haitham! Please!” You say and he has a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do it.” Is all it took for him today to let you burst and he cums deep inside you at the same time. His softly groans into your ear and you hold him as you ride out your high. You close your eyes and hum as you feel his lips on your neck.

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“Y/n! Y/n!!” A voice urgently calls you and you open your eyes and look up.

“Marishka? What..?” You rub your eyes and slowly get up from the table you were studying at.

“I was looking all over for you. Have you any idea what the time is?” Marishka says and you look at the clock. “Almost one, apparently.” You say and shake your head. What just happened? Were you..asleep?

“No matter how many times I tell you not to overwork you just go ahead and do it anyway. Honestly if it wasn’t for scribe Alhaitham I wouldn’t have found you.”

You perk up at the sound of his name. “Scribe Alhaitham? What did he do?” You ask.

I walked past him on the way here and ask if he saw you anywhere. He told me you were sleeping here and not to disturb you and handed me the paper you were working on.”

Furrowing your eyebrows you look around the desk to see the books you had gone and just your bag neatly next to you. “I didn’t complete that paper.”

Marishka tilts her head. “But he told me it was. Anyway, that was two hours ago. I need to get you home. Come on.”

Marishka helps pack your things and you walk with her home. When you enter your bedroom, you sit on your bed and hold your head. That dream. How were you going to face him now? Maybe ignoring him would be best. But you couldn’t get the feel of his hands on your skin, his lips on your sensitive neck or his cock deep in you.

Shaking your head you get ready for bed but a knock disturbs you. When you answer it, the man who invaded your headspace, stood.

“May I come in?”

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“I need him. And his co-”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[tobiasdrake]

Between the hair-trigger minion execution and all surviving 'loyalists' getting Feed Me Seymour'ed...ya think this was basically Vamdemon's plan for every follower the whole time, and all Angewomon + the other 7 chosen did was speed things up?

I don't think he intended to be killed by Angewomon, but I do think he rerailed it back to the original plan afterwards. The stuff about devouring all of his remaining forces, evolving into an Ultimate stage, eating everyone in Odaiba, and then merging the two worlds? I think that was the plan from the get-go.

I feel confident saying that the prophecy was his endgame. Gennai pulled it out of his ass like the morning of, but we already know Vamdemon was way better at research and ancient lore than him. Vamdemon's a complete and utter nerd. He studied everything in advance. I have no doubt he found the prophecy and was like, "Mm, life goals!"

He also has a few lines that hint that he's setting up for the VenomVamdemon stuff. For instance, when the adults are all put to sleep, they're described as a meal for later. He could just mean he's going to come back and snack on their blood once he's done killing Hikari, but given the context of the VenomVamdemon two-parter, it's clear to me that he was preparing them for his ascension.

Similarly, when whining at Angewomon about his goals, he refers to it as his destiny. He was destined to merge the realities and rule over them as their king. This implies that he isn't acting on his own accord, but trying to follow what a cosmic script told him to do. Like, perhaps, the prophecy Gennai found.

But I don't think being executed by angelic justice was in the plan. In fact, I think that screwed him pretty hard. I don't think VenomVamdemon was his endgoal necessarily; VenomVamdemon is a bestial creature with barely any cognition left. Not exactly fit to govern a merged reality, even evilly. His dominion would probably just be him wandering the landscape, randomly blowing shit up.

My personal theory is that BelialVamdemon was what he was supposed to become. Powerful, savage, and unstoppable... but also still brilliant and cunning, with no drawbacks. Still capable of plan-making and danger-recognition and prioritization of targets, none of which VenomVamdemon seemed to have.

I think Angewomon fucked him up so hard that it screwed up his endgame. His spirit, his wraithy form, lived on but it was barely more than a mindless beast, and that influenced the Ultimate form he ascended to in a way he hadn't intended. Thanks to PicoDevimon nudging him along the rails, he survived and grew strong off the plan he had made when he was still fully sapient, but he lost in his mind in the process.

And also he was now too stupid to realize he shouldn't eat PicoDevimon when PicoDevimon's the only one of them still capable of thinking things through. I can't imagine he got much of a power boost off the little shit. Shot himself in the foot because he became a beast man made of pure hunger.

[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 14: “Big Time Dance”

Highlights: Lots of weirdness happening as the guys set up the first annual Palm Woods School Dance. Also, the first appearance of our friend Fabio!

It's the end of the year, and finals week is wrapping up at the Palm Woods School. After announcing the upcoming, notoriously boring class party, BTR suggests that they have a dance. A real one, with music and dates and NOT Bitters making awful balloon animals. Mrs. Collins agrees, but there are a few small obstacles to overcome first, such as the fact that they need to find chaperones, come up with a theme and decorations, get food, and find a place to hold the dance by that night. Oh, and there's no money available to spend on it.

The boys will find a way to pull it off, though.

Btw, this classroom is absolutely ridiculous. Those desks are packed together so tightly that I'm almost certain it's against both room occupancy regulations and fire code.

Look at that tiny sliver of space between Kendall's and James's desks. If there was an emergency, none of these kids would be able to promptly and safely evacuate without stumbling over desks and backpacks. They'd probably end up trampling each other. So many violations happening in this room. There's no way this classroom setup is legal.

After school ends, the guys get to work planning the dance. Jo is happy when she spots Kendall approaching, as she naturally assumes that he's going to ask her to be his date. Though, if you recall "Big Time Party," you know that his approach to inviting Jo in that episode involved asking her to be his, "guest, friend, person-thing." Quite frankly, Jo's hopes shouldn't be so high.

Somehow, Kendall manages to do an even worse job this time around and simply tells Jo to get snacks and sodas for the dance. Jo's reaction is understandable.

She's trying so hard to remember why she has a crush on this guy.

After being told by Bitters that they can't have the dance at the Palm Woods, Logan does some quick research and finds them a great deal at a warehouse in L.A.'s "Murder District." (they decide to pass on this deal)

Surprisingly, Gustavo says they can have the dance at Rocque Records under the condition that they perform at it. They agree, then run off to find dates. Well, James, Carlos, and Logan do. Kendall tries to be responsible and wants to find chaperones. Carlos strikes out with each of the Jennifers, then heads to the park to ask any other girls he can find. James decides to help Logan ask out Camille.

He also mentions that Camille's a good choice because she isn't his (James's) type, and can I just say that I kind of disagree with that? In fact, Camille might be the most compatible girl for James in terms of the recurring female characters we see on the show. She's just as high-maintenance, emotional, and passionate as he is, and I think they could have had an interesting relationship.

Or maybe they're too much alike and would have ended up killing each other. Idk.

Logan musters up every ounce of confidence he has within him and manages to do this

Commendable attempt, Logie.

Over in 2J, Mrs. Knight agrees to chaperone the dance, then loses her cool and promptly flees the scene when Katie suggests she should find a date to bring. Kendall asks when the last time was that their mother went on a date, and Katie says when she was three.

Not gonna delve TOO deeply into the Knight family headcanons, but for Mama Knight to have been in the dating world when Katie was that young, it means Mr. Knight had been out of the picture for quite some time already. Probably just after (or even a little before) Katie was born?

Meanwhile, Carlos is at the park, looking at girls through binoculars like a weirdo.

The Jennifers approach and tell him that they want to be his date to the dance. Except they don't want him to go as himself. Instead, they've all prepared alternate personalities that he must embody and rotate through during the night. Very normal behavior.

Gonna skim over some stuff because this episode has so many different storylines going on at once, but basically: Carlos is roped into being three difference people at the dance, James keeps inadvertently inviting random girls to be his date while trying to help Logan, and Logan manages to ask Camille out with the aid of cue cards, but she turns him down because she doesn't want his invitation to be coached.

Additionally, Kendall and Katie are struggling to find their mom a date. After almost setting her up with Bitters and bombarding her with a plethora of attention from a horde of handsome doctors, she tells them she'll only go on a date with the man who is on the cover of one of her romance novels. Of course, she does this assuming it'll be an impossible task for them, but nothing is impossible for Kendall and Katie.

They're adorable and I love them so much

They head down to the lobby to use the computer to track down Fabio (Kendall doesn't have his own laptop??) and I can't get over the way Kendall just shoves the guy already seated at the computer out of the way.

This is some First Episode Kendall behavior, honestly.

They manage to get in touch with Fabio, hold him hostage in the bathroom, and convince him to go out with their mom. Kendall also fumbles another opportunity to ask Jo to the dance, and Logan faces several other failures trying to ask Camille.

We go the dance later that night, where Carlos quickly crumbles under the pressure of being three different guys and ends up with Stephanie. I always really liked her btw, and I wish she would have stayed on the show as Carlos's long-term girlfriend. They were cute together.

Logan finally finds success in asking Camille to be his date.

Kendall finds Jo and asks her to dance, but Jo is still upset at the fact that Kendall never actually invited her to be his date. Kendall replies that he didn't ask because he just assumed they were already together. It's sweet, but I think these two need to work on their communication skills.

The guys perform "Stuck" (great song), James gets chased by the angry mob of girls he accidentally asked out over the course of the day, and we close the episode with everyone having fun on the dance floor.

Cannot believe so many shenanigans unfolded over the course of just a handful of hours. I wonder if time doesn't progress in the same way in the BTR universe as it does in the Real World. I mean, as it is, their world is barely governed by the same rules and basic scientific principles as our own is. Impossible scenarios are just everyday occurances to them, and absolutely absurd happenings don't even make them blink.

Honestly, the world of BTR is a scary one. Gustavo's marketing team shock-tests people for research. Sexist coffee makers try to murder you with foam. Doctor Hollywood is out there actually giving people medical advice. Children are packed in school rooms like sardines, with no hope of escape if a fiery inferno consumes the building.

Well...anyway! Silly episode! See you next time :)

[pretzel-box]

I have been secretly using your writing as inspiration when I write my own stories and I had to write this down

Because the Mafia au got a grip on me , I'm drawing up in this au cause it's too good

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The air was tense, so tense you probably can cut a slice from it and be able to eat it like a thick mousse cake. The bright blue eyes of the leader of this gang studied and watched the latest person let into his office.

He had been informed today someone wanted to come forth and join his growing numbers wasn't surprise but really caught his interest and made him smirk

Was the fact this was a doctor , a nurse recently announced to be wanted by the law

"you really sure you want to do this ? Once you join there is no going back " he commented. His tail ever so slightly flicking agonist the ground from joy to be able to fuck urban shade over a bit more metaphorically.

Once brown eyes , now a shade of unnatural yellow with slitted pupils turned to look at the Mafia boss. His once introverted self gone , out the window now replaced with bitter , snarky and sassy person he was.

"they dug me a grave to lay in and rot ....I refuse to do so ..." He started the haunting reminder of the crash etched to every nerve in his brain. He wished he saved him , he tried so hard - why didn't the ambulance come sooner ....Leo ...his poor baby brother was only eight ...yet he went ahead and above

Hands clenched "I'll be your doctor , your medic in turn I only ask for one thing among joining your group " he was straight forward as a knife chopping down.

This perked Sebastian's up as he grinned flashing a toothy smile seeing a good deal , there wasn't much to ask but there were many potholes he can use in this deal. "and what is that ?" He asked slow and low.

Allo paused and thought carefully to not mess this up , his sea angel tail and wings curling . The crash was caused by an urban shade employee. To keep things covered over said important scientist urban shade had kidnapped allo. Injected him with the DNA he now was mutated with .

And given a curse of immorality through hyper regenerative healing. It was a pain to remember bullets hitting him when he escaped that aweful lab even banned a few research to further convince the Mafia boss to let him join .

Fountian of youth project be damned he's never a drop of his blood

"as your doctor I simply ask protection from urban shade ...you and I know they shouldn't be allowed to grasp immortality to sell " he pointed out

Victory was a sweet taste "alright deal ...welcome to our group ...doctor allo" Sebastian said as he pulled out a makeshift access card "until you shown your loyalty you will be watched and monitored ...show your dedication enough and you'll be allowed to roam as pls " he explained showing he wasn't going easy and keep the new people under a harsh claw

Allo's hand reached out grabbing the pass studying it as he felt finally ...some sense of relief from his running from urban shade

"I understand boss "

"good now go , tonight you start , so grab what ya need in the supply room"

"oi" without being told twice the new doctor of the Mafia gang walked off to prep his office for healing

[I couldn't help but add my share to this amazing writing. Reading it really motivated me.]

Footsteps echoed from behind as Miss Lazarski strode confidently ahead of the dark-haired man. Her gaze lingered briefly on the door where the new doctor had just exited.

"My, my, adopting my people now, are we?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air with a venomous sweetness.

"I came here to settle business, but it seems you’ve already made the decision for me, Solace."

Sasha knew Allo—his Number, his Identity, his background. He was Urbanshade’s research property, and he didn’t belong in the filthy hands of that bastard, Sebastian.

Yet the man simply sat there, lounging in his chair as he lit another expensive cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke directly onto Sasha's pristine white uniform.

Sebastian watched her from his chair, the flicker of his lighter casting a brief glow over his sharp features. He let the silence settle between them, thick with unspoken threats. The smoke swirled lazily in the air, a direct affront to Sasha’s rigid, polished appearance.

“Business, huh?” Sebastian’s voice was low, rough, a lazy drawl that belied the power humming underneath. His eyes never left hers, cold and calculating. “You seem to think you still have some left here, Sasha. That’s adorable.”

Her jaw tightened, but she refused to let the sharp jab rattle her. Instead, she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor, each one a deliberate beat in the tense atmosphere. She leaned over his desk, her face inches from his, her lips curling into a sharp smile.

“You think you can keep him?” she whispered, the venom in her voice more palpable now. “Do you even know what you’ve gotten yourself into? Or are you so desperate for leverage that you’d risk everything just to spite me?”

Sebastian's eyes flashed briefly, the only hint of irritation beneath his calm mask. He took another drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring bright, before he crushed it out on the edge of the ashtray with a deliberate slowness. “Everything, huh? You always did have a flair for the dramatic.”

He stood up then, suddenly and without warning, his tall frame towering over hers. The playful arrogance in his demeanor vanished, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. The tension crackled between them, almost tangible.

“You talk like Urbanshade still runs this city,” Sebastian said, his voice a quiet, menacing murmur. “Like you still hold the cards. But here’s the thing, Sasha—your people? They aren’t yours anymore. Not Allo. Not anyone. This city bends to me now.” His lips twisted into a grin, mocking and cruel. “And you’re standing on my turf.”

Sasha's eyes narrowed, fury bubbling just beneath her icy exterior. “You think this is over?” she hissed, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between them. “You’re playing with fire, Solace. The world will be on fire and you are here to stay, and burn with me.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “but until then, the city, and allo, are mine."

She held his gaze for a moment longer, the silence between them thrumming with tension, before she spun on her heel and headed for the door, her expression unreadable. But as she reached the threshold, she paused, her voice cold and cutting as she spoke over her shoulder.

“Watch your back, Solace. You’re not the only one who knows how to play dirty.”

Without waiting for a response, Sasha slipped out, leaving the heavy air of confrontation in her wake.

[convexicalcrow]

Scarvis was on stage again, and Cub was watching from backstage, entranced by her. She was a shapeshifter, that was the only way Cub could conceptualise it. She was whatever she wanted to be, and tonight it was a fae creature seducing the audience, with flowing robes and just enough revealing skin for Cub to know what she had in mind when he took her home later.

Other thoughts ran though his head, though. Thoughts he didn't often give credence to. Like what it would be like to be her, not just be with her. To be out there on stage, wearing gorgeous dresses, hearing them calling him she and her...

But, no, there was no way that was happening. He'd never look that good. Too hairy, too chubby, too... too ordinary-looking. He was a bear, and she was a star, and that was how it had to be.

"Hey, baby! She's really kiling it tonight hey?" Ren said quietly as he landed an arm around Cub's shoulders, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, she really is. I-I helped her, with that dress. Helped her pick out the fabrics. Just wanted her to look pretty," Cub said, and he didn't like that his cheeks felt hot at the admission. His clothes - just jeans and a t-shirt - suddenly felt very uncomfortable and in a way he didn't like.

"Well, you definitely picked the right ones. I think I'll have trouble getting her off stage tonight, I don't think she wants to stop!" Ren said with a laugh.

Cub smiled. "I don't think she does either."

Ren pulled away from him then, and Cub shifted back a little more into the shadows, just to make sure he wasn't visible from the floor. He'd never admitted to being the one to make all her clothes, and she always said it was simply a team effort, as if he was simply moral support. Which he was! He'd just asked her not to bring it up, because it was embarrassing. He didn't want it getting out. His job was stressful enough without his colleagues knowing he was involved in this scene.

In some ways, he shouldn't have come tonight anyway. He had several research papers he needed to get through before a meeting tomorrow, but she wanted him to see her show off all his hard work, and she did look amazing in the dress to be fair. So he'd come along, and okay, maybe it was worth it, just a little bit.

He moved forward a little as she finally made her way backstage after several farewells. She grabbed him and pulled him into her arms, holding him close.

"You made that magic, Cubby, thank you," Scarvis murmured in her male voice.

Perhaps in other circumstances, it would be strange, but now, pressed against her chest, for Cub, it was a comfort, at least for a moment. She pulled away and grabbed his hand, dragging him backstage to the dressing rooms.

"Come on, darling! Do keep up! I've got another three costume changes to do!" Scarvis laughed.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming," Cub said with a laugh, happy to be tagging along behind her.

And once she'd changed again, maybe Cub stayed back a little, just for a moment, wondering what it would be like to be her. To have her own dresses and-

No. Absolutely not. He pushed those thoughts aside as he put the dress away, carefully hanging it back in its bag as he tidied up some of the makeup she no longer needed. Perhaps no one noticed that he never looked at the mirror. Perhaps no one noticed the careful way he handled her clothes. Perhaps no one noticed the yearning in his eyes, because he was blind to it as well. Perhaps no one noticed the way he yanked a little at his shirt as he returned to the wings to watch. They wouldn't know how it gnawed at him. Maybe he had suddenly grown sick of the texture. Yeah. Maybe that was it.

[itsohh]

Hate is a Strong Word

A/N: Female reader

Day 3: Hate sex

Word count: 1134

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that caused the throbbing in your head. Or perhaps it was the pure amount of work you did say by day. No, you knew what it was. It was the loud boyish voice behind you that had you at the end of your wits. His loud laughter was joined by the giggles of a new nurse. It made you regret ever becoming a doctor. There was a scowl on your face only noticed by your co-doctor in front of you.

He let out a little chuckle and took the piece of paper that was in front of you. "Frown any harder and you might actually kill them with your mind."

"Really?" You gave him a hopeful look and he barked out a single laugh.

"No. Why don't you go chase the nurse off and then take a lunch break. Maybe when you come back you will have an element of life to your eyes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright I'll take a break, you gonna be alright here by yourself Ravi?"

"Sure will. Take your time, I got this."

You started to pack up your gear and washed your hands decently before you turned to head towards the door. Håvard and the nurse still awfully flirted with each other as you approached.

"Nurse, how's the patient in room 6?" It wasn't too often that the Nighthaven medical center had occupants. Most of the time you were doing research but on the odd occasion people would get injured in the line of work or in training.

"Oh uh-"

"Please go tend to him. I shouldn't have to ask you." She sunk down into her boots at your harsh voice and practically sprinted away.

"Ah, why you gotta chase her off. She's not doing harm."

"The pair of you were in my way. Besides, I'll not have a patient neglected because the pair of you are making googly eyes." You pushed past him and unfortunately for you, Håvard decided to latch onto you.

"Ah doctor, come on. Couldn't you go check up on them?"

"I'm going on my lunch break."

"I'll come with you." He invited himself and you let out a small groan.

"Fine. Just shut up for a moment." The pair of you started to make your way to the cafeteria.

"You love my voice though!"

"No. I don't. You make it impossible to work around you."

Håvard paused his moments for a moment and you continued walking. He suddenly ran up in front of you and started to walk backwards so his face was directed to yours. Something had clicked in his mind. Håvard gave you a smug smile that your annoyed expression became confused at.

"You know, if I was such a distraction… You could have just said so."

"You're a distraction and a pain in my ass. Try to be quiet when people are working."

He let out a laugh and grinned. "You don't need to play it off. I know it's hard to resist these looks." You stopped dead in your tracks and stared at him.

"Are you fucked in the head or something?"

"It all makes sense! You were jealous, don't worry babe there's plenty for me to go around." His eyes sparkled for a moment. "But if you’re so insistent I'm sure we can-"

You grabbed his collar and pulled him into the nearby supply room. It wasn't too big but it did comfortably fit the pair of you inside. "Look I don't know what the fuck’s gotten into your head and I've tried to be professional about this but Håvard, I hate you. I despise you with every inch of my soul. You're the annoyance that keeps on annoying. I would rather die than spend more than two minutes near you. The fact that Kali keeps you around is beyond my comprehension and if it was up to me I would have fired your ass the second you first walked through those doors."

You shoved him against the shelves as you fired off at him, your finger prodded into his chest with every word. A light pant settled over you and you took a step back. Håvard simply stared at you.

"You're really hot when you're angry, did you know that?"

Sirens went off in your mind and you lunged to strangle the man but he intercepted your action. He caught your body, pulled you in close, and before you could realise it, his lips were on yours. At first you went to pull away but your body betrayed you. You melted into his warm and soft embrace

His lips bruised on yours and you certainly had the strength to push him away if you wanted to. But you didn't. Your lips molded with his, his tongue darted over yours as he held you in that embrace. Håvard's arms were wrapped around your waist which secured you against him. Your entire body pressed completely flush against him.

Only when the pair of you needed air did you break away with a small pant. "I hate you so fucking much."

"You know what they say about hate. It's the strongest emotion next to love. The deeper the hate the deeper the love?" He cocked a brow with a signature smile and you stared at him for a second.

"Stop fucking talking." You lunged forward and smashed your lips against his once again. Håvard pushed against you and suddenly turned you. It took one step for him to push you against the bare wall with ease. He hooked his hands under your knees and lifted you up into the air. Sandwiched between him and the wall you clawed into his perfect blonde hair with a groan. His lips danced over your neck and you couldn't help but tug his hair, despite it all, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"We will never talk about this ever again." You breathed and you could feel the way he laughed into your skin.

"Whatever you like babe."

"God I fucking hate you so much." You pulled him against you as he grind his pelvis into yours. The friction was well met and you couldn't help but wet your lips at the thought and feel of his cock. You could feel it so distinctively through your pants and his.

You didn't know what was worse, his horrible flirting that he serially did or the fact he could back it up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and it gave him the support to let go of you with one of his hands. It sunk up between the pair of you and pawed at your breast through your white shirt. It started to flick at your buttons and you made a pointed look towards the man.

"We don't have very long here and you wanna spend it playing with my tits?"

Håvards brows shot up and his mouth parted for a moment in shock. It quickly changed as a sparkle entered his eyes. He let go of you and placed you on the ground for a moment. Håvard was quick to undo his pants and free his aching cock from its restraints. Before you could really move, his hand cupped your cunt through your pants and pressed his lips against yours. Despite his rough action and rubbing with his hand, the kiss was rather sweet and tender. The type you would share with a lover or partner. Not a one night stand.

It was easy to lose yourself in it, to melt into his embrace. Warm and inviting, you could almost imagine yourself at him. Almost. His fingers pulled down the zip of your pants and gave them a decent tug. They fell to the floor with ease and he picked you up once again.

His cock was warm against your cunt, a welcome friction that had you moaning quietly against his lips. "Don't worry about marking me up, I'm pretty good at makeup." He winked the second the pair of your lips parted and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the man and your nails tug into his flesh.

"Oh if you want to give me battle scars to show off though.." He hummed at the thought and you pulled his face against yours again.

"Shut. Up." Your nails racked to the front of his chest and he aligned himself with you so he could easily push in. Håvard wasn't lacking in size and now that he had finally entered you, you could really feel the extent of it. His curved cock slipped into your wet cunt with ease.

You didn't want to make a sound, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction but then he started to move and that thought went out the window. In order to stifle your moans, you tore your lips away from his face and buried it into his shoulder. Håvard's strong hands bounced you on his dick with ease and you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"That feels good, yeah?"

Never had you ever felt so right, your mind grumpy with you but your body? In pure bliss. Håvard knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly how to fuck into you. That curved dick of his rubbing against that sweet spot just an inch inside yet gently caressing all of you at the same time. His hand pressed on your mound, his thumb on your clit making circles. It only made you tighten around you and whimper a little bit more into his shoulder. "Cum for me, do it. I've got you. I'm here." His voice is a little softer than usual. Not quite that usual brash and arrogant voice that you were used to.

A light gasp let your mouth as your legs trembled. His shoulder the cries of pleasure that left your mouth as your body came undone. You clenched down around him and his voice became a bit higher. Håvard bucked in and out of you as he came, panting in your ear, singing small praises that were surprisingly romantic and reassuring.

The pair of you stayed like that for a moment as your high slowly died down and the reality of what you just did dawned upon you. It was a heavy weight that came crashing down but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. You tapped his arm to let you down and you slowly learnt how to stand again.

A couple of minutes later you had pulled your pants up and fixed yourself. Håvard had a dopey satisfied look on your face. "We will never speak about this again or else I will seriously hurt you. I don't want to see even a vague post on your Instagram, you hear me?"

"You follow my Instagram?" His eyes lit up and you mentally slapped yourself.

"Of course, someone has to tell Kali when you're posting shit you're not allowed to. I mean it. Post nothing-"

"Your secrets are safe with me babe." He winked

"And don't call me that."

[eris-snow]

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Tags: midoriya x gn!reader, amnesia, angst

If only he had been a second quicker, none of this would have happened

The monitor beeped beside you quietly as your eyes start to flutter open. "Shouldn't I be dead?" You mumble, wincing as you try to get up.

"You shouldn't do that," A new voice says.

You blink owlishly, craning your head to see who had talked to you. And then your eyes widened. Forest green orbs meet yours with a disapproving stare, and you frowned at the green-haired, trying to place his face. "Deku...?"

No. No, that can't be right. Last you checked, you were tumbling from the sky, about to meet your unexpected doom. You certainly didn't expect to see the Number 1 Pro Hero here in the hospital. Heck, you weren't even sure if you were supposed to be alive.

His face collapses into a heartbreaking frown. "Why are you calling me that? Y/n, it's me, Izuku!"

You know that. Of course, you knew that. But you didn't know him personally in the slightest. Why would you call him that?

He must have seen the confusion in your eyes because his eyes dim even more. "No..." He swallows, shaking his head. "That can't..."

All he gets is a blank stare.

"I'll get the doctor for you." He settles on, running a hand through his fluffy hair.

--

Midoriya wanted to cry. Sure, maybe saying that might sound a little pathetic coming from the Number 1 Hero, but that's what he felt like doing when he walked out of the room. The police were right. The doctors were right.

He was wrong.

And it was all his fault.

Tonight was supposed to be his day off. It was one of those rare days that he could actually sit down, have dinner and spend time with you without getting up from his seat. He'd planned everything.

He did his research and he reserved the seats at the restaurant, all so he could shower you with the attention you so rightly deserve.

One call derailed his entire programme, leaving him to stutter out an apology to you at dinner time as he leaves you to walk home alone.

This was karma for that. Without a doubt.

"The villain's Quirk is called Forget. It causes whoever he touches to forget whoever is most important to them." The police had informed him straight after he'd apprehended the villain. Midoriya prayed they were wrong. He prayed so hard his knuckles had gone white and his fingers had gone numb.

Because when he saw you get swept out of the building he was just in, his entire body ran cold. He caught everyone with Blackwhip, but caught you with his arms. That was when the villain lunged at him.

He managed to pull away in time but...

You got touched in the process.

You fell unconscious after that, and woke up with no memory of him.

Midoriya wants to punch himself.

You're informed of it by the doctors, who had deemed you healthy enough to be discharged, but Midoriya can see your disbelief and he wants to erase it off your face.

After all, you'd always gone on and on about how you never deserved someone like him, and now that disbelief has solidified. "You're my-" You gulp, as if saying it was too much of a challenge for you. "You're my boyfriend?"

Midoriya's heart breaks.

"I am," He confirms, and it makes you suck in a shaky breath. He forces himself to reiterate how the evening went, and how the both of you got yourself in this very bizarre predicament. "I'm sorry," He mumbles, tears almost flooding his eyes. "You don't deserve to go through this."

"N-No!" You scramble to say, waving your hands in front of your face. "Please don't say that...Please don't blame yourself."

Oh boy, the tears are hitting.

"Y/n..." Midoriya breathes looking up to face you. "It's permanent."

There's no word for how much loss he feels from just saying that. All he had to do was be there, that one night, move one second faster...

But he was too late.

Is there a way to repair a bridge that was no longer there?

He'd have to build a new one with you, but his old, sweet Y/n was now gone.

Midoriya chokes back a sob.

You're gone.