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Hi author first of wanted to say I love your work !

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Modern spy Aemond x naive reader [ Aemond meets her when he's on a mission and becomes obsessed with her how can someone be so sweet and innocent !? He just has to have her also baby trapping and smut if you're comfortable writing it ]

follow me now, and you will not regret (leaving the life you led before we met)

pairing: modern spy!aemond targaryen x naive!reader

warnings: explicit language. stalking. very much nsfw smut. once again, aemond is an obsessive and pussywhipped little bitch with zero thoughts within his pretty knocker. manipulation. innocence kink. breeding kink/baby trapping at the end.

notes: hi, yes, this is me coursing through uncharted and absolutely fucking rough waters in some attempt to spice up my usual smut writing style

(aka me practicing for the next chapter of my modern series)

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A career life built solely around espionage (or a sort of black shadow warfare mixed with cold combat) came dirty, bloody, and uncertain.

Or, at least, that was what Aemond “The One-Eyed White Death” Targaryen would tell himself on the daily, in some attempt at justifying the ends to the means. Really, this entire situation could have been a lot worse, he thought- after all, the lives of countless innocent civilians could have been caught within his crosshairs. He hated when that happened; it was always so messy, and came with heavy and boring paperwork.

However, that was not the case this time, thankfully.

It was only one innocent civilian in his hands, and she was still safe and sound.

Aemond had never meant to stick around the city for so long, having other missions queued up after this one, but fuck…you were perfect. Godsent, the prettiest and most delicious slice of heaven above, and he did not consider himself a godly man, nowhere near in the slightest. The gods loathed his type, he knew, and never hesitated in casting them all down to the pits of hell.

But you…

He had met you during the mission, while stuck undercover at some random little café on the corner street. The boss sent him to stake out some old-money and big-named crime mobster that was allegedly dealing weapons and various drugs under the noses of local law enforcement, a suspect on their “Most Wanted” board. And you- well, you were tucked away in a small booth, hunched over two thick college textbooks while multiple paper assignments laid strewed across the table top, so unaware of his presence sitting tables away on the other side of the room.

Gods, you were absolutely gorgeous, he thought. So fucking pretty, with those eyelashes and charm bracelet and focused look on your face. It made him forget all about his original mission. Fuck that, he has a new one now. And there was the cutest pout on your pink and glossy lips that made his cock harden, despite not having the faintest clue on what your name could be.

(That itself was no concern of his, he could find it out later in the evening. And he eventually did.)

You were there at the café the following day, and the day after that. Always with your head in those damn school books, his pretty and dutiful schoolgirl. The sight made him chuckle, and smile, and fill with the strongest urge to ruin you completely with his mouth, and fingers, and cock. On the fifth day, he finally decided to step up to your table, interrupting your usual study schedule with a shy smile and your favorite drink in hand, as well as a chocolate chip cookie.

“I- uh, I hope you don’t mind, miss,” he said, feigning bashfulness, “but I’ve seen you around everyday for this past week and thought, maybe, you wouldn’t mind being friends? I’m new in town, actually…and- well, I don’t know a lot of people around here…” he added, watching your pretty eyes widen.

And, fuck, your lips were glossy again, and he stood there (like a complete idiot) wondering what flavor they could possibly taste like.

Cherries?

Strawberries? Blueberries?

Maybe mimosa or peppermint patties?

“Oh, well, of course! I don’t mind whatsoever,” you replied cheerfully, rousing butterflies in Aemond’s stomach. “I’d be happy to be your friend,” and you patted at the spot next to yours, slugging away your tote bag and books so that he could sit down, and you could introduce yourself.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Aemond became your friend, first. The easiest way to manipulate your unsuspecting victims? Through trust and friendships, per the teachings of his old childhood mentors back at the academy. Throughout the next month, he bought you hot chocolate and matcha tea lattes, joined you in quick lunch dates, insisted on driving you to your college classes, and went with you to the little bookstores scattered across the city. It was fun…and torturous- utter torment and near physical agony- because all he wanted to do was fuck your pretty pussy until you could no longer remember your name and your cunt was to the shape of his own cock.

He would sit beside you in the café booth, listening as you drone on and on about your favorite, most passionate subjects, all while trying to desperately hide the boner in his jeans and rid his mind of such dirty thoughts and fantasies. There was no use, though. Aemond was fucked, too addicted and obsessed.

He wanted you, now and forever.

But that was not the worst part. The worst part was that you had not the smallest clue of what you were doing to him. You were just his sweet companion, his dear friend, too innocent and naïve to both the world and the waking beast deep within him.

He often followed you back home, to that tiny apartment near the college. Aemond swore it was because he wanted to make sure you were safe and protected from any of his enemies, anyone daring to steal you away from him, but he knew it was more due to the chances of seeing you undress and shower and decide which nightie you would wear to bed. And, sometimes, he got treated to his sweet girl trying to touch herself. It was so cute, so endearing, to watch you slip a hand between your thighs only to pause because you had no idea of what to do, and how to fuck your own fingers inside your cunt until you came.

 Poor, sweet girl of mine, Aemond shook his head, tutting. Alone and in need.

How could someone so pretty, such a fucking cock-tease, be so innocent and untouched, so stupid and unknowing to everything sexual?

It did not make any sense to him.

Maybe you were made for him, and only him, and this was the gods’ gentle way of telling him to change his ways before it was too late. Leave behind this career of his, wash away all the red staining his ledger and hang up his callsign, all so he can start a family with you. The family he needs, the one he deserves.

Yes, he thought, that makes more sense. You need him the same way he needs you.

And, really, who was he to ignore the gods above? Aemond himself was no godly man, it was not in the nature of a spy like him- but for you, perhaps the fates might allow it.

Two months later, after a dinner date, Aemond has you pressed against your apartment’s door, his mouth frantically devouring yours in a fervent and wet kiss. It has been so long, so torturous, weeks after weeks of constant late-night jerking off to your pretty pictures and those blue-laced panties he managed to slip from your bedroom that one afternoon and pretending that all he wants to be is your friend.

You are so beautiful, so stunning, especially within this very moment, chest heaving out heavy breaths while you peer up at him as if he is a god.

He grabs at your face, a rough grip on your chin. “Tell me you want it tonight,” he demands, his lips near your ear. You shiver and clutch at his arms, so close to melting into nothing but putty in his hands. “Want what, Aemond?” you ask innocently, batting your dark eyelashes up at him. Fucking cock-tease. He chuckles while trailing light kisses along your jawline and down your neckline, mouthing at your nape and clavicle. You mewl at the feeling. “Please- please, don’t stop…”

“Do my kisses feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” you sigh out, tangling your fingers within his silver hair, “it feels amazing.”

He smirks. “It will feel a whole lot better in a little while, I promise you, sweet girl. But I need to ask…do you trust me?” You nod frantically, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Of course, Aemond. You are my dearest friend! I trust no one more than you.” Aemond just laughs at your words, yearning so badly to tell you that- by the end of the night- your cute ass will no longer be ‘just his friend’ but something much more, definitely.

But where is the fun in that?

“Good, good. Just relax and enjoy everything, okay?”

Aemond then pushes you back against the door, quickly slipping off the pretty floral top you wore and groaning at how your lacy bra cupped your breasts perfectly. Where have you been all my life? He thinks while snaking his hands around your back to unhook your brace and toss it somewhere over his shoulder, too busy salivating over your free and ample breasts and perky nipples.

“Fuck, look at you…so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles, kneading at your breasts. You stiffen, flushing under his heavy gaze before moving to cover yourself up, feeling a little self-conscious. Aemond shakes his head, gently tugging your hands back to your side. “No, don’t you dare cover yourself up, baby. Not in front of me.” His fingers pinch your nipple, cause your back to arch. “I’ll never understand why no one has ever devoured this pretty body. Gods, look at these tits. You’re so beautiful, baby, a fucking wet dream come true. Mmm, yeah, bet they’ll taste delicious,” and he wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

You’re delicious here, and Aemond knows you will be even more down there. His poor cock, still tucked inside his pants, feels like it is weeping, too impatient and irritated and ready to ruin you. His hand slides down your belly to rest on your hipbones and thighs, fingers ghosting around your panties.

“Ohhh…” you gasp out, biting at your bottom lips when his hand slips in.

“Fuuckk,” he drawls out against your breast, thrusting a finger into your wet cunt. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet down here. Absolutely soaking, poor baby.” Aemond strokes your slit a few times before rubbing your clit with his thumb, hearing the way you whine and shake at his actions. “I can’t wait to be inside you, fucking you till all you can think about is me.” He continues his thrusting, watching how your pretty face scrunches in sheer pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this, baby?” he asks, humming. “Do you want me down there tongue-fucking you? Hmm? Oh, wait, my sincere apologies, pretty girl, you probably don’t even know what that means.”

You moan, loud and high-pitched, teeth still chewing on your bottom lip. At your silence, he spanks your ass, causing you to lurch up with a massive gasp. “Use your fucking words, sweetheart. I don’t care for silence, especially from you.”

The more you remain quiet, he thinks, the more spanks you’ll receive.

Eventually, you fling your head back, bumping it against the door. “Okay, yes! Please! Please, Aemond…!”

Grinning, Aemond stands up and draws his lips back to your ear, saying slowly, “Spread those legs then, baby girl, right now.” When you do so, he sinks down to his knees, both hands gently clutching your thighs, “Yeah, that is a good girl. My pretty, good girl of mine.” He moves his face to the front of your pussy, “Can you feel my breath against this pretty clit? Are you waiting for me to devour this pussy? Tongue-fuck you until you’re a stupid little mess? Tell me, baby.”

He then blows against your wetness, ignoring how you jolt hard at the feel. And I’m not taking no for an answer,” he adds before slinging a leg over his shoulder.

“Oh gods, yes, please,” you whine, jerking your hips up against his face. Aemond slaps your asscheeks hard- once, twice, three, four times. “Beg, my pretty baby. C’mon, I know you can do it. Beg for my tongue, beg like you mean it, you stupid and horny little slut.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words and you whimper. “Don’t be mean to me…” you whisper, trying to blink away tears.

Aemond raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you thought that, because this is your first time, I would be nice? My sweet summer girl, you teased me enough these past several months, and I’m done playing nice. Now, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to claim this pussy as mine.”

Your wanton cries are everything he needs in this life, he soon realizes. If he can spend the rest of his days with his face buried deep between your thighs, he swears he’ll die a happy and satisfied man. The way his name glides off your tongue is incredibly, completely wonderful, and his mind fills with various fantasies and all the positions he will soon have you in, helpless and dripping like a whore in heat.

His pretty whore, forever and always.

“Fuck, baby, who am I to deny you such?” Aemond buries his face between your trembling thighs, inhaling your mouth-watering scent one final time before slipping his tongue inside your wet folds. “You taste so fucking good, baby- shit, you’re leaking all over my face,” he moans amid long licks, fucking you both with his tongue and fingers.

“Oh, gods! Oh- oh- oh…!” You shriek, both legs buckling as your hands clench into tight fists. All of your little moans and whimpers, those pathetic pleas and begs, they all send more blood rushing to his cock. You don’t recognize the early grave you’re digging at, too overtaken by the pleasure.

“So fucking tight against my fingers. How the hell will you take my cock, baby? Fuck, I’m going to destroy you.”

You moan again, in such a loud and lustful cry that causes his resolve to only weaken faster.

“Oh! Oh, Aemond, this feels so good! Please- please, don’t ever stop,” you wail, fat tears gushing down your cheeks. This pleasure, it is a feeling like nothing before, not even coming close to those few times you made some sad and futile attempt to touch yourself, too confused on how to deal with those strange tummy butterflies that seemingly hatched from their cocoons the day you meant Aemond.

How thankful you are that you met him.

Your body squirms every couple seconds, only to wince when he spanks your ass hard again.

“Shut the fuck up,” Aemond hisses without venom. He is too much in love with you for poison. “Do you wish for your neighbors to know that I’m fucking you right now? What would they think? The pretty and sweet girl that lives here, too innocent and naïve for this damn world, letting a man eat her out like a whore.”

You shake your head again, eyes puffy and red from all the tears. “N-no, Aemond…” you stutter out.

Aemond pauses his fingers, now curious to see how far he could go with this new type of torture. But it is not long, though, before you buckle against his hand, your bruised and swollen chest pushing up with stiffened nipples. And your body, it soon tightens as your flustered face screws up in that telltale sign that you are only seconds away from cumming. The scene is beautiful, very much so, and he feels pride that it is all from his own doing.

Yet he drags himself back up on his feet, removing his fingers from your cunt before you could cum. Perhaps it is a bit too cruel on his part, but Aemond could care less; he wants you to cum on his cock for your first time.

There will be many more times of this, he wants to reassure you. He doesn’t, though.

You’ll find out on your own time.

You gaze at him through bleak and narrowed eyes as he unbuttons his pants and shoves them down to his ankles. “You poor, poor little thing,” he tuts, running a gentle hand through your damp hair, “-are you tired? You look tired, but from what? You didn’t even cum once!” He pats your cheek, “Don’t worry, my sweet girl, you’re about to. Can’t tell you how many times, but it’ll be a lot.”

And Aemond does not wait for your response, instead snatching your hand and pressing it against his boxers. “Can you feel that, baby? That is my cock. Can you feel how hard it is? You did this, you made me so fucking hard that it hurts.” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head, “Now, that is not very nice, is it? No, no, no it is not. I thought you were a sweetheart…” He shoves your hand back, ignoring the small tears that gather in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, wiping them away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Aemond! Please don’t be mad at me…please, how can I help you? I’ll do anything,” you pout as you watch him slip down his boxers. Your teary eyes grow as wide as dinner plates, and your breath hitches. It is so sexy to him, eating away at the little self-control he is trying to maintain.  

You’re a virgin, he reminds himself. Soft and easy, my baby deserves that.

“Shhh, baby,” Aemond rasps out, cupping your face within his hand. He kisses your nose, cheeks, and forehead before finding your lips. “I’m not mad, really, my sweet girl. I know you meant no harm, you’re too sweet and good for that,” and he holds your face against him while readying to fuck you with his cock. He can feel your short pants, the little breaths you take, and how you shudder whenever his clammy skin meets yours.

“Relax your body, baby girl, don’t tense up. It will hurt less…good girl, that’s my good girl.”

Nice and slow, he chants as he slowly sinks into your cunt, groaning at the tightness, slow and nice. You whimper, eyes rolling back as begins his thrusts, slow and easy. I’m a gentleman.

Mother made me promise to be a gentleman.

I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman. I’m a gentleman.

But the look you are giving him, with your lips pink and puffy from the shit ton of kisses and bites, and the way your pussy clenches around his cock…it is causing him to forget all about how his mother indeed made him promise to be nothing short but a gentleman.

You’re too pretty for him not to devour, and…well, were you not made for him? The gods created you with the purpose of him eventually finding and caring for you, the way it should’ve always been- the way it will be for now on. His one good eye (the one those stupid bastards left alone back at the academy) watches as you shake and quiver and mewl out the sweetest and yummiest little moans.

The way you are right now, you’re just begging to be made into a new mother, and his mind goes insane at the sudden image of you heavy with his children, huffy and sore and always exhausted. It is delicious to think about. Aemond- truthfully- never really thought about kids, constantly busy with the espionage lifestyle and the back-to-back missions, but you…oh, he knows that, after tonight, you’ll have no choice but to remain by his side as the baby grows, needing him to protect and provide and shower you with love and affection.

He’ll be the best husband and father, and you his good girl- his precious slice of normality.

The way it should be, the way it will be.

It is half a year later that Aemond “The One-Eyed White Death” Targaryen finally connects back with his boss through a phone call.

Before that, he dropped off the grid, returning no calls and messages and signals, leaving everyone behind at the headquarters confused, concerned, and scratching their heads as to why their finest agent suddenly vanished without a trace.

He was not dead- they knew that. He was just…gone.

“What happened, agent?” The director asks, fiddling with his pen while another agent of his attempts to get some kind of reading on him. No luck; Aemond made himself untraceable. “Are you hurt, Aemond? Did someone threaten you? You left after I assigned you that mobster and- well, we assumed the worst, son.”  

Aemond chuckles, shaking his head. “No, boss, do not worry about me," he says, "I’m good. Very good, in fact, the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, one might say.”

He leans against the doorway, arms crossing over his chest as he watches you flip through a baby store catalog and marvel at all the products they have for sale- the finest baby strollers, a variety of cribs, bassinets, and swing sets, and the cutest little animal plushies and clothing.

“Frankly, boss, I just grew tired of the spy life.”

“Is that so? And pray tell what you are now, Aemond One Eye.”

He smiles, eyeing your baby bump and how you are utterly glowing. “I’m a family man.”

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

2296

The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

2077

A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 8 - Is this the famous honeymoon phase?!

Summary: Mina breaks Bakugou. Bakugou does his best not to break her neck as a Thank You. Kirishima goes overboard. The Menace enjoys every single minute of the drama. Katsuki has “weird” thoughts. It must be the weather.

Warnings: Swear words, Katsuki using the word “bitch, Mina brings Y/N some questionable underwear.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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“Kats, do you mind helping me into a sitting position? This is getting kinda awkward.” You mumble quietly.

“Oh, sorry.” Katsuki jumps off the floor and he’s next to you in a matter of seconds.

“Did Katsuki just say the word sorry?” Mina stares at the two of you as Katsuki tries his best to put you down in the most comfortable position.

“His mom said the same when he first heard it.” You smile at your boyfriend proudly. He only rolls his eyes. “So let’s see what you got, entertain me.” You grin at the pink girl.

“Katsuki, I love her. I can take her if you ever get bored. I ain’t picky, you know.” Mina winks at you, while Katsuki sends daggers with his eyes towards his old friend. It really shouldn’t be so endearing to see your partner like this, but man, seeing him being so protective over you just makes your heart flip. Is it too soon to tell him to marry you?

“You touch my woman with one fucking finger and I’ll make sure no one will be able to look at your ugly, burnt face for the rest of your life.” Katsuki spits, clearly aggravated.

Yup. One day, you’ll marry this man.

“Kats, calm the fuck down, I wanna see my presents!” You whine in a high-pitched voice, just to take a piss out of Katsuki.

“Stop being so cute, it’s really fucking irritating.” He mumbles, but he finally sits down next to you. Mina comes closer with her backpack and plops down on the floor in front of you two, acting like a YouTuber filming an actual HAUL video.

“Ladies and gents and everyone in between, welcome to my haul video! I’m pro hero Pinky and I love shopping!” Mina grins; you are already in love with this weird pink woman.

“Yay!” You yell with your head on Katsuki’s shoulders. He acts like your loud voice just annoyed the shit out of him but he’s also smiling, so it can’t be that bad.

“First of all… I got you the brand new skincare range made by Creati!” Mina yells happily, clearly proud of her old classmate. Pro Hero Creati is a big name in the industry; not just in the hero world but also in retail; as Creati needs a lot of knowledge to be able to create her own weapons and support items, she decided to use that knowledge to come up with brand new products for the common folk - there isn’t a single thing in the stores that doesn’t have a Creati version of it and you usually get luxurious quality for really cheap prices. There are a few things she doesn’t do cheap though; jewelry and skincare products.

“That’s half of my monthly salary there.” You gawk at the pink girl but she waves you off.

“I got it for free. No worries. I’ll show Katsuki how to use them properly later.” She winks at the blonde who only rolls his eyes at that. “Speaking about merch… tada!” Mina takes out an absolutely adorable pajama set, all pink like the girl herself; there is an abstract pro hero Pinky logo on the top and the small shorts have the pattern of her hero costume.

“She’s not wearing that in my bed.” Katsuki retorts angrily but there is a tiny smile on his face behind that ugly scowl.

“Well, this is the best I could do on such a short notice so I kindly ask you to shut the fuck up and enjoy the show.” Mina gives Katsuki a scornful look.

“Tch…”

“So then! Underwear!” She perks up, ignoring Katsuki’s annoyed grumbling. ”I managed to get you some really cute ones! Some are my own designs but I got you some really sexy ones as well, just in case!”

Well, maybe drinking water right now wasn’t Katsuki’s greatest idea as he sprays it all over the coffee table as he sees the absolutely gorgeous lace underwear that barely hides anything. It also doesn’t help that it’s black with an orange hem.

“Please tell me it comes with a bra.” You sigh and it doesn’t take the pink girl long to find the matching bra in her backpack; if you can even call that transparent thing a bra, really.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Bakugou yells with a red face. “I’ll murder you and no one will find your body I swear to fuckin All Might.”

“Don’t worry darling, I brought some condoms as well because safety first, you know.” Mina fucking winks and you can literally see the steam coming out of Katsuki’s ears at this point.

If the situation wasn’t hilarious enough, Kirishima decides to barge in through the door right at this moment and the first thing he sees is Mina holding sexy underwear in the air while Katsuki is having a brain fart moment.

“Do I want to know?”

“Honestly, babe? No.” Mina grins at the redhead who takes a deep breath and makes his way towards you.

“Hey, lovely, how are you feeling?” He kneels in front of you, completely ignoring the awkwardness in the room. If Katsuki haven’t had enough reasons to murder the whole city, now he does; Kirishima goes all protective over you as he takes in the view in front of him and strokes your cheeks lovingly, his eyes full of worry.

“The fuck are you touching my woman for? Honestly, get a fucking grip!” Katsuki yells again and by the look of it, he’s about to reach his limits.

“You know I can’t stop touching people when I worry!” Kirishima yells back with teary eyes; Mina only sighs in the background, probably knowing how true that statement is.

“Yeah, I realized it when you almost fucking kissed me a few months ago, you fucking weirdo.” Katsuki retorts, sitting down on the floor, out of energy.

“Well, at least I’m not kissing her. Right?” Kirishima says it like that’s an appropriate answer and you can see Katsuki’s anger coming back with full blast (no pun intended).

“That will be the last fucking thing you do alive, best friend or not.”

If someone could die from a death stare, Kirishima would be nothing but ground beef. Ahh, you love your boyfriend so much.

“I got you some cute socks too.” Mina mumbles sadly as all the attention went to Kirishima in the last few minutes.

“I love cute socks, show me!” You ignore the two bickering men completely to keep your eyes on the grumpy pink lady.

Eventually, Bakugou runs out of swear words and Mina runs out of random stuff; there were hoodies, shirts, joggers, obviously all of them some kind of merch; even Deku decided to send some fluffy Deku socks over with Mina when he heard about her getting a little “survivor pack” ready. Obviously, Katsuki wasn’t too happy about his girlfriend having so much pro hero merch that’s not his but Mina made sure Katsuki understands that her options were quite limited at 8PM.

“Ahh, I forgot, I bought you ear plugs in case Mr. Grumpy gets annoying.” Mina hands you the last thing from the bag; needless to say you have a really hard time restraining yourself to not put them in when the explosive blonde starts yelling again.

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“Stop eating my leftovers and get the fuck out! My woman needs to rest!” Katsuki yells out of the blue. The two idiots quickly stuff their mouths with the leftover snacks you two left on the coffee table then they run towards the main entrance, like eating Katsuki’s food is a sin; and to be fair, it is, because he made that shitty food for his woman, not for these two bozos. He kinda hoped there will be some left in case she gets hungry again. Oh well, Katsuki can just make another batch if that happens, even at 11PM.

Okay, what the fuck is going on in his stupid head, this is domestic and lovey-dovey as fuck.

He loves it - Hates it, he means. Absolutely hates it. Yeah. Fuck this shit.

Katsuki is so deep in his own head he doesn’t even react when Eijirou runs back into the living room to leave a kiss on Y/N’s forehead to “get well quicker.”

That guy needs to get a grip. Or get a girlfriend. Or both. A guy like him should be surrounded by women; he is kind, affectionate and even though Katsuki doesn’t think he swings “that way” he’s certainly sure his best friend is really fucking hot.

To be fair, chicks like bad boys. Or at least Katsuki thinks so. Maybe Eijirou is too good for them. It also doesn’t help the situation that Katsuki chases away every single woman who comes close to his best friend if they don’t fit Katsuki’s criteria and one of the criteria is for them to be able to get along with him, but most women just start crying when he gets moody around them for the first time; and no, he is not being sexist, he also made men cry before. It’s just who he is, what can he do?

“You know you just did “the Deku” and blabbed all of that out loud?” Y/N giggles adorably from her spot on the sofa.

Adorably? Okay what the actual fuck is wrong with him today?

“Shut the fuck up and keep flapping around like a dying fish.” Katsuki mutters under his nose which only makes his woman laugh even louder; is she even sick? Honestly, she might be just faking it to force Katsuki to be an affectionate, worrying boyfriend. Not like he is… worried. Or anything like that. Fuck no.

“Hey! You can’t just say that to a sick person!” Y/N does her best to act offended, but it all goes to shit when her lips move upwards. Oh, how much he fucking loves this shitty woman.

“Act more sick, then.” He grumbles back while he rolls his eyes aggressively.

“These… are my last… words… to… you…” Y/N stutters dramatically, her arm flapping on the side as she tries to hold them out for Katsuki. “Find someone else, when I go… I want you to be happy, honey bun.” She stutters, barely concealing her laughter. Katsuki takes her hand and for his surprise, he doesn’t mind playing along for a bit.

“Fuck that, bitch, if you die I’m going after you, you can’t get rid of me that easily. We will haunt all our enemies until we get bored then have ghost-sex on Deku’s bed.”

“Fuck, that was so romantic and hot Katsuki, I love you so fucking much.” Y/N mumbles with teary eyes and a shit rating grin; funny combination that is, but Katsuki swears he fell in love all over again with that stupid face. Katsuki’s own face becomes a mess of emotions; fondness, love, lust, probably a bit of anger for no reason at all; all obvious and easy to read as he pulls Y/N up from the sofa without a single word and makes his way towards the bathroom with her in his arms.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Y/N giggles, but doesn’t try to wiggle her way out of his hold.

“I’ll brush your teeth and then we are going to bed. You are clearly delirious.” Katsuki fucking giggles as he puts Y/N down on the toilet seat. Maybe he’s the delirious one. Who knows.

“Says the guy who wanted to have ghost-sex on his best friend’s bed.”

“He ain’t my best friend!” Katsuki yells defensively. “Deku is… Deku.”

“Yeah. Deku is Deku. And I am me. And we all love you.” She giggles again, clearly too tired to even think about her words anymore. Katsuki is concerned.

“You sure you don’t need medical attention?” He mumbles, crouching right in front of his loved one like a worried mother. Y/N only smiles, her hand coming up to put a stray lock of hair behind his ear. The motion is slow and Y/N needs to use a lot of strength to be able to finish her task, but she manages.

“I’m just happy to be here with you. I hated the fact that I won’t see you for a whole week, feel free to call me a clingy fuck but I’m speaking my truth.” She giggles and oh my god, Katsuki uses all his willpower to not kiss her senseless right now.

“My clingy fucking woman.” Bakugou grins and leaves a kiss on her forehead before moving towards the sink to put toothpaste on Y/N’s new, glittery pink toothbrush. It’s an abomination. “Try to hold it.” Katsuki mutters and stares at Y/N for a minute as she tries to brush her teeth with zero strength but he gets way to impatient and snags the toothbrush back to finish the job.

“To shtrooong!” Y/N tries to tell him, but Katsuki is on a mission; the germs needs to fucking die.

Y/N looks traumatized.

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Okay, so… now what?!

Katsuki is utterly confused by what to do with himself. He’s standing by the bed, Y/N already hogged all the covers to herself and Katsuki… well, Katsuki is not sure where to sleep, to be honest.

Here’s the thing; yes, they’ve slept in the same bed before but… they were kinda forced to do that except when he was quirked, but again, that was a special occasion. This time, they have all the rights to sleep in separate beds.

He can just take the couch. He certainly can. Katsuki moves towards the door but then he changes his mind and comes back to stand awkwardly by the leg of the bed.

He can. But he doesn’t want to.

He should be around if something goes wrong during the night, right?

What if she needs to use the toilet? What if she gets thirsty? What is she chokes on her own saliva because her body forgets how to swallow?!

Katsuki makes another steps towards the bed, but then…

He changes his mind.

Again.

Maybe she wants to be alone right now. It needs to be really fucking embarrassing for her to be in this situation and maybe she needs some space. Katsuki might want to stay with her but maybe he would do more harm than good; she might need to force her body to do stuff for her to get better. Maybe if he does everything for her she won’t be able to get better.

Katsuki makes his way towards the door again, now with more confidence, but his confidence wavers as he stares at Y/N from so far away; she looks heartbroken and sad as he puts his hands on the doorknob… ahh, fuck.

“Where are you going?” She mumbles in between two sniffles. Fucking sniffles. What the fuck.

“Why you snifflin’.” Katsuki grumbles under his nose; needless to say there is no fucking way he leaves this room today after this shit. Call him weak and manipulable, he doesn’t give a flying fuck.

“It’s a bit cold, Katsuki.” She says, large puppy eyes staring into his soul.

“Want me to put the heating on?”

“No…” she mumbles with an offended pout.

“Want a hot water bottle then? An electric blanket? Wanna go to Malibu?”

Yes, Katsuki is absolutely taking the piss right now, but man, it’s so much fun to see her struggle. Y/N pouts even harder.

“I want my own hot water bottle.” Y/N murmurs and points at him angrily. “That one there runs hot all the time, I’m quite sure it will do a good enough job.” Oh, Katsuki can see how much she struggles to keep her face neutral. Oh, there it is, the small smile in the corner of her mouth. Oh damn, Katsuki is so whipped.

“I am not a fucking furnace, you fuck!” Katsuki yells, fake-offended.

“No, you are a hot water bottle, silly.” She doesn’t even try to hide her grin anymore and Katsuki is really proud to see his own shit eating grin on his girlfriend’s pretty face. He never understood the whole “other half” thing before, but it makes so much more sense now.

“If this is supposed to be a sexy role play or something, it’s not working, princess.” Katsuki raises a single eyebrow and he gets an annoyed eye roll in exchange.

“I would prefer to be able to move my limbs for that action, thank you very much.” Y/N answers with a straight face and needless to say, Katsuki’s face is as red as a ripe tomato.

“Fuck you, you human-sized burrito.” Katsuki yells but makes his way to the other side of the bed, albeit begrudgingly.

“Not today, sir.” The shit eating grin is back and Katsuki is not a big fan of this one specifically.

“You are such a menace.” Katsuki pulls the covers off her with an angry grab and Y/N yells profanities as the cold air hits her stomach. “Stop yelling and let me in!” Katsuki laughs, the sound loud and so disgustingly happy it makes him want to vomit.

“Hurry up, it’s freezing! … hey, don’t go away from me! That’s not where the hot water bottle goes, sir!” She whines and while it’s certainly a little bit annoying, Katsuki can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. This is the first time Bakugou Katsuki feels needed and loved and it’s absolutely exhilarating.

“Stop being so needy, what’s wrong with you!” He grumbles anyway, faking annoyance just cuz why not.

“Just cuddle me, you angry Pomeranian!” Y/N whines again, her weak arms trying their best to pull him closer.

“What did you just call me?!” Katsuki rolls to his side to face Y/N head on; what he didn’t expect is the sudden urge that comes over him from the sudden closeness; he wants to bury his face into her hair so fucking much, kiss her neck until it leaves a mark, kiss every single crevice and scar until they’re pink and sensitive… “This calls for a punishment.” Bakugou mumbles but instead of a punishment he just does everything he wanted to do in the first place.

If Bakugou Katsuki says kisses are a punishment, then they are. Fuck everyone who says it otherwise.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry for being away for so long. There is one, personal post right before this one if you want to read it, where I tell you about some of my struggles, but only read it if you really want to know. It’s all good now (almost.)

- I absolutely love how Katsuki acts in this one. It’s still his edgy self but he feels safe enough to actually act upon his real feelings and AHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! 😭

- Btw I swear I’m not plotting some weird polyamory thing in this ficc, Kirishima is just affectionate like that. He will have his own reader in a few weeks who works in the coffee shop next door so don’t worry I won’t make this story weird! (Not like there is a problem with those kind of stories, while I’m not a big fan of them, I did read a few and some of them were really good! I believe we should all write about whatever we want anyway. 😂)

- The next part will have some non-sexual (or sexual? Dunno yet.) nakedness in it. I’ll probably need to say it’s 18+ because of it. FYI 😂

- I think that’s it for today! I’m on my way to London to go and see Harry Potter World! Yay! I brought my Kirishima plushie over with me so I’ll post a little “Kirishima in London” montage when I have some time haha 😂

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always!💥

TL:

@sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs

If I left anyone out, let me know pls!

[cassiefromhell]

Bats and Fire 03

"Hell"

read part one here or part two here

a/n: its back, bitches! also my requests are open now that im back at it, read my pinned for deets :)

warnings: blood, vomiting

wc: 3.6k

Ah, yes, the biannual cycle. It leaves females across the globe in agony… and you are no exception. However, it’s only five months into knowing your mates, and none of them have seen you during your period before. But that just changed!

Being the least busy out of your five mates, Lucien was the first to notice, when you didn’t come to the Autumn palace to say goodbye before your mission…

You’re curled in a ball, having not left your little townhouse by the shore, though you were supposed to leave four hours ago. The plan was to stop by Autumn, pick up travel food and a new weapon, say goodbye to Lucien and Eris, then head out to find a selkie and research it. The trip was to take two days, then you’d return to the Night Court and spend a few days there.

But you hadn’t left. You had seen the few dots of red in your underwear last night, but had felt nothing and convinced yourself it wouldn’t be too bad this time. This morning, the blood had soaked through the fabric stuffed into your underwear, through the sheets, and had left a pink stain on the mattress Rhys had just bought you.

You had managed to get up and clean yourself up, puking not once, but twice from the earth-shattering cramps ravaging your core, and gotten yourself settled in a comfortable chair with a bucket — just in case — and three blankets and a cup of pain relief tea.

So you are in pain, bleeding, hormonal, craving a shit ton of chocolate chip muffins, and a little bit high from the tea.

One of Azriel’s shadows lurks by the foot of the sofa. It looks like it’s begging to run back to its master and report your condition, but you give it a look. 

“If you so much as try to leave, I will step on you and I will ban Az from sending any of your little friends my way ever again,” you warn, eyes narrowing into a sharp glare.

The shadow curls up and admits defeat.

At least, it looks like that’s what’s happening.

But then a voice calls down the bond — Lucien. Lovely? Are you alright? Did you forget to come by? I’m sitting here with that new dagger you commissioned.

You consider your options. Tell him, and have him come here, to which he’ll either: freak out and call the others, panic and dote on you like an overbearing mother, or somehow, maybe be totally calm and cool and collected and helpful.

For Lucien… the man who you saw gag when you cleaned out a papercut… you doubt the last one would be plausible.

I’m fine, you lie, suppressing the feelings of suffering that try to creep down the bond as a cramp rocks your abdomen. I’m sore from training with Cassian yesterday. 

A two-minute pause, and then Cassian speaks down the bond. I didn’t train with you yesterday. Why did I just get a note from Lucien asking why I overdid it with you?

Tell him you trained with me. 

Too late, Cassian replies, with a mental shrug.

You sigh, groaning as Lucien re-enters the bond. 

Okay… so you lied. No big deal. But where are you, and are you okay?

Perfectly fine. I’m in my little townhouse in Dawn. Just needed a day of rest.

The Dawn townhouse is only used for a few situations. It’s a neutral zone between the two courts of Autumn and Night, so it’s perfect for when you’re either mad at a minimum of one mate in either court, or when you need a place to silently recover after being injured. They’ve caught you there before, stitching your own massive gashes and wounds with no help… so, naturally, mention of the Dawn townhouse is bound to raise suspicion. You curse yourself for mentioning it, because Lucien shortly responds.

On my way.

No need!

But then Lucien’s scent floods your nose, and footsteps come from down the hall. 

You take three more sips of your drugged brew, then call out softly. “Lucien, do not open that door.”

He whimpers softly, and there’s a little thud. “What did I do wrong? Are you mad at me? I haven’t heard anything from the cave bats, so why are you here?” 

“First of all, do not call them cave bats. Secondly, I am not mad at you. Nor am I injured. Just resting.”

“So why can‘t I come in?”

“Because you might not like what you see.”

Lucien pauses, and then the doorknob moves slightly. “You’re concerning me, I’m coming in.”

“Knock yourself out,” you grumble, tucking your blanket under your chin.

The door opens slowly, and Lucien peers in, immediately spotting you on the couch, all tucked in. “Oh, dear. Are you sick, kitten?”

But then he takes two more steps in, and inhales. He halts in his tracks, the tops of his pointed ears going bright red.

“Told you.”

“Oh— oh, uhm… uhm… okay… I see now,” he stops a few yards away, resting his hand on his hips and biting his lip. “I… uhm, well, it’s all natural, so—”

“I’m very aware of that, Lucie,” you reply, wincing as another cramp rips through you. You grip your abdomen, forcing down two more sips of tea.

He immediately is at your side (though he did fail to hide his gag at the scent of the blood) and cups your face in his hands. “What can I do? How can I, uhm, help? What do I do?” It’s hard to miss the obvious anxious tone he speaks with, eyes flicking around.

“Lucien, I’m okay on my own—” You’re interrupted by pain shooting up your spine, and have to stop your sentence or risk screaming.

“No, no, you’re not okay,” he stands, pacing the room, once, twice, and then looks back to you. “You need to be taken care of. I’m going to get Eris.”

You whine, sipping your tea and running a hand over your hair. “If you call Eris, then before you know it everyone will be here. I do not want to be coddled, do you understand me?”

“But I want to coddle—”

“Lucien.”

You don’t think you’ve called Lucien by his given name this many times in one day before. But your hormones are raging and you just can’t scrounge up the pet names you’d usually call him.

He frowns, but then shakes his head. “I’ll get Eris, and that’ll be it, okay? We’ll take care of you. If the cave bats—”

“LUCIEN.”

“—…If the Night Court brothers find out, it won’t be due to a lack of us trying.”

And you have no time to argue your case, because he’s already vanished.

Not even twenty minutes later, you pick up Lucien’s scent again, but this time it’s accompanied by Eris’s. They don’t enter your room immediately, because there’s an urgent conversation to be had…

“Lucien,” you pick up Eris’s voice, and there are no footsteps. “I’m sure you already know how a female’s period works?”

“What?” Lucien retorts, and there’s a scoff. “Of course I do.”

“So why did you wrinkle your damn nose when you entered this house?”

“Because the blood has a smell—”

“Lucien. It’s natural. It is going to happen to her every six months. You’re going to need to get used to this.”

You sigh, sinking deeper into your seat and sipping your now-cold tea. This is what you were afraid of. You know how squeamish Lucien can be.

“I know—”

“Don’t you sass me.”

“I am not sassing you, what are you on about?”

Taking the last sip of your tea, you place the mug on the ground. But without the drink by your face, a new scent fills your nose, and you gag.

“Quit fighting,” you call out. “The testosterone is going to make me puke.”

The two males fall silent for a moment, then Eris calls up. “We’ll be up in a moment, sweetheart.”

Then his voice drops into a murmur, and you really can’t make out what he’s saying. Nor do you care. You’ve really gotta drink this tea more often, because it does an excellent job at muting your care factor.

The door opens, and in comes the Autumn court brothers. Eris looks like he was called straight from a meeting, his hair combed back and all dressed up in a nice uniform. He’s in front of you in an instant, crouching in front of the sofa and taking one of your hands, kissing your knuckles.

“How are you feeling, little flame?” He coos, running his fingers along your jaw.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” you reply, drily.

Eris narrows his eyes, and pulls on the skin of your temple slightly. “Are you… are you high?”

“It’s the tea. It’s drugged.”

His eyes widen, and he picks up the empty mug, giving it a sniff. He coughs immediately, plugging his nose. “How did you even get this?”

You shrug, offering a lazy smile. “Mor. It’s common practice in Vallahan, she says.”

Lucien comes over, taking the mug from Eris. He also gives it a sniff, winces, and then heads off towards the kitchen to dispose of it.

Eris sighs, getting up off the floor. “Scooch. Let me see if I can act as a source of heat. It’s good for—”

“Eris, I know what heat is good for.”

He slides onto the couch beside you, pulling you to his chest and placing his warm hands on your abdomen, his warmth seeping into your skin.

It immediately starts to relieve the cramping pain of your period, your body singing with delight at the sensation. With a soft sigh, your eyes start to droop, after having woken up criminally early.

“Rest for me, little flame,” Eris murmurs against your hair, tucking your head against his neck.  

Just as you start to drift off, the edges of the world blurring, Lucien re-enters the room, and his scent mixed with lavender and honey fills the room. 

“I brought more tea,” he says, stepping closer.

But your stomach suddenly churns at the mix of scents, and just then, a breeze comes through the partly opened window, and there’s another smell of just male and—

And it’s over for you.

Eris holds the bucket in front of you just in time, and you upheave the contents of your stomach.

“Take the tea away,” Eris scolds, all while holding back your hair and rubbing your back. “S’alright, love. I’m here, you’re okay.”

As soon as you’re sure you’re finished, you lean back against Eris once more, returning to basking in his endless warmth.

The High Lord makes his younger brother take the vomit bucket away, and you’re finally, finally, able to start drifting off again…

Cassian slips in through the window, his wing getting caught on the frame once, twice, and then he unlatches. 

He sniffs the air, and frowns, getting hit with the scent of blood and faintly, vomit. He’s smelled it on Mor far too many times, and scowls when he realizes that you’re not alone.

You and Eris haven’t moved an inch, and you’re nestled in his arms, both fast asleep, cuddled up on the sofa. Lucien lounges on the floor beside you two, awake but looking like he hasn’t slept in years. He glances at the clock as Cassian enters, frowning.

“The fuck are you doing here at six in the morning?” Lucien hisses, baring his teeth at the Illyrian.

“I’m no idiot. I know that I didn’t train with her the other day, and you asked me why she was so sore,” Cassian scowls, walking in and heading straight for you.

“If you wake her, so help me—”

But it’s too late. Your eyes slide open, and you look around, eyes landing on Cassian. “Mm… what are you doing here?”

Cassian pushes Lucien to the side, and kneels in front of you. “Well, I knew something was wrong, and Rhys and Az didn’t know, and these two bozos weren’t responding to my notes, so—”

“Would you let her sleep?” Eris grumbles, now having been awoken from his own slumber.

Cassian frowns. “She woke up on her own.”

“That’s not true,” Lucien chimes in.

“She doesn’t want you here.”

“What? Of course she wants me here,” Cassian snarls, turning to look at you again. “I’ll take care of you better than they can. I’ll get my brothers, and—”

“No,” you and Lucien say at the same time, and then you continue alone. “I don’t want a crowd. I feel sick enough as it is. It’ll get worse with you five bickering and emitting scents and shit.”

Cassian pouts, his wings dropping a little. “I can’t keep this from them. They need to know you’re unwell.”

“Could take you to Autumn,” Eris murmurs to you, brushing hair out of your face. “Then they’ll have to request a visit. And I’ll deny them.”

“Don’t you go spewing that bullshit—”

“Keep your voice down—”

“Well she’s already fucking awake—”

“Because of you!”

You sigh, closing your eyes and trying to tune out the bickering of the three. You quickly fail, and wince as another cramp makes your abdomen tense up. 

“Muffins,” you say, and the fighting instantly stops.

“What was that, kitten?” Lucien asks, reaching up to run a warm hand over your knee, under the blanket.

“I want muffins. Chocolate chip. Cassian, you’re on muffin duty.”

Cassian brightens a little, like a bored puppy being given a task, and is out the window in seconds.

“Lucien, you get me more drugged tea.”

Lucien frowns, opening his mouth to protest, but you’re not having it.

“It’s good for the pain. Go.”

Pouting, he vanishes into a cloud of winnow smoke.

Eris looks at you expectantly, but you shake your head. “You stay. You’re on heating pad duty, and I need a hot bath.”

He grins, kissing your cheek gently and standing up, taking you and your blanket with him. “That, that I can do.”

Cassian can’t keep a fucking secret. Not when he is consistently in close proximity of a spymaster and a daemati…

You were laying with Lucien, reading while he acted as a source of heat, when it came. Eris was attending to his High Lord duties, and Cassian was out searching for a specific kind of bread you were craving.

But a second shadow came, creeping over to you and prodding at your ankle, then your calf, wrapping around you. It was checking you.

“Fuck,” you swore, narrowing your eyes. 

“Hmm?” Lucien hummed, then spotted the thing. “Is that…”

“Yes. Yes, it is,” you sighed, reaching down and letting the shadow dance up your arm. “Did your master send you here? Does he know?”

The shadow tightened around your bicep, stroked your neck, and then slunk back into a dark corner.

“How long do we have?” Lucien asked, running a hand over your hair.

“Not long,” you grumbled.

And so here you are, sitting alone after having sent Lucien out on a book run, waiting for your other two mates to arrive. 

Because you know they’re coming.

And they do. The scents of jasmine and cedar hit your nose at the same time, followed by the creaking of your squeaky front door opening.

A muffled voice drifts up from downstairs. “One day, you need to oil that door. I’ll distract her while you do it.” Rhysand’s cool tone sounds, followed by a deep chuckle.

“But she says it ‘adds to the old times atmosphere’,” Azriel responds, just as their footsteps on the stairs start to reach you.

You straighten up, neatly put a lovely research book in your lap, and act like your organs aren’t being ripped to shreds by a million invisible claws.

A knock comes on your door, and you sigh softly.

“I knew I wouldn’t get away with it for long,” you say softly, admitting your defeat. But hey, two days was impressive.

Your door cracks open, and a violet eye peers in, followed by your two mates entering.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Rhysand pouts immediately, coming to your bedside and taking your hand to kiss it.

“I didn’t want the chaos of five mates here,” you grumble, pouting right back.

Azriel wordlessly slips into your bed beside you, lifting the covers off of you. Within moments, you are practically encased in shadows.

“Are you seriously—”

“They’re just checking that you’re okay.”

“It’s a period for the Mother’s sake—”

“Which leaves you here bleeding and in pain,” Rhysand coos, reaching over to stroke your hair, your head being the only part of you not encased in shadows.

“I am perfectly fine.”

“Of course you’re not,” Azriel scowls, his shadows retreating — except for a few that prefer to stay curled in your lap like a cat. “You’re in pain. I can feel it in the bond, now that you’re nearby.”

Rhysand’s pout deepens into a frown, and he gives you a short peck on the lips. “I’ve called for Madja, she’ll be here tomorrow morning. She should have something for this.”

You shrug, but go with it. Meanwhile, Azriel gets to work on rubbing your feet, and Rhysand sits behind you, letting his starlight escape a little and wrap around your abdomen. It’s not hot like Eris or Lucien are, but it’s not cold either. It does help a bit, however.

You accept your fate of being doted on, leaning back and settling down with a soft sigh.

All of your mates insist on being there when Madja comes.

It starts with the night court trio wanting to be there, because they know her, but then Lucien and Eris have the urge to be there because they don’t know her. Great times…

You may be a little nervous for your visit with a new healer, who you’re not even sure why you’re seeing, but at least you’re being treated like a queen.

Eris has resumed his heating pad duties, so he sits behind you with a pile of paper at his side, using magic to make a pen write his thoughts to get his High Lord paperwork done.

Lucien sits to the left of you, sipping a mug of coffee and reading something, a hand resting on your thigh. He’s been put on food duty today, making sure your cravings are being fulfilled. And also keeping a bucket nearby. On your other side is Cassian, who has his head resting on your knees, half asleep from a reportedly ‘very intense’ training session at the crack of dawn that morning.

Rhysand sits down by your feet, massaging swelling away from your ankles. Azriel sits at the other end of the bed to Rhysand’s left, reading a book. His shadows are all over you this morning. One is currently acting as a hair tie to keep your locks high up in a bun.

Rhys straightens up a little, and his eyes go vacant. Then he smiles softly. “Madja is here.”

Moments later, the older female is by your side, a wrinkled hand resting on your abdomen. Although your mates were forced to all abdicate the bed, they’re all watching from varying distances… Eris being the closest, Cassian the farthest. And the sleepiest.

“Hmm, I can certainly sense your pain. Does your body always react this way?”

You wince as she puts pressure on your stomach. “Yes. This time around it’s a little more painful, though. More nausea.”

“It’s likely because of the bonds.”

Eris’s brows shoot up. “The bonds? Why would we have anything to do with this?”

Madja sighs, and reaches into her briefcase, pulling out a small velvet pouch. “Her body is overwhelmed with the new strings, and it’s affecting her cycle. Simple as that.”

She reaches into the pouch, and her fingers come back shimmering with something golden, and she reaches for your arm. 

You pull back instinctively. “What is that? Is that—”

“Give me your arm,” Madja frowns, gesturing for you to hold it out.

You edge away more. “What the fuck is the shimmery shit?”

Madja grabs your arm, but Eris is there faster, gripping the older woman’s wrist within seconds. “What is the powder,” His voice comes out as more of a command than anything else.

“Oh, would you calm down,” Rhys hisses.

Madja sighs, holding up the gold powder. “It’s just Nevermore, it’ll help with the pain—“

But you can practically feel the snap go off in your head, because Nevermore is a fucking drug and you do not want to be fucking drugged and who is this lady and why the fuck are you so ANGRY—

“Out.”

That one word, combined with the sharp tone of your voice and the anger seeping into your bonds, has Eris and Lucien getting Madja out.

“Dear,” Azriel starts, coming to your side quickly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nevermore is strong enough to fucking stupefy me, that’s what’s wrong!” You shout, unable to contain the sharp growing anger. “You can’t just drug a female!” 

And now you’re crying. And the anger dissipates and you’re left sobbing in the middle of your bed, because you’re a bitch who kicked an old lady out.

Before you can even register it, all five mates are around you, stroking your hair and wiping away your tears and snuggling you.

You end up completely entangled in all of them by the time you calm down, tired and puffy-eyed.

And as you sit there, you soak in all the different scents, and the warmth, and you’re able to forget a little bit of the pain, a little bit of the misery.

Because you are loved.

And love overpowers all.

But also you’re still in hell. 

And you still hurt like hell.

So it’s like, a 50/50 fix for ya.

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

Hi hi! I’d love to know more about Asset Codename: Bricks! Feel free to elaborate on anything you want, I’ve literally been obsessed with this wip since I first read it!

Ah, Bricks! My darling and my delight! Veronica "Bricks" Mason is a CIA asset, specializing in infiltration. Didn't she say her name was Ericka in the WIP Wednesday? Yes! Because I was still working out how I want her to exist in the universe lol.

Have an alternate intro!

CW: Objectification, canon-compliant violence

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap mutters, looking down the sight.

The big house on the private island is picture perfect, right out of a vacation guide. Two stories, floor to ceiling windows, and an absolute goddess of a woman lounging by the pool. Soap clocks one guard on the edge of the patio facing out, makes sure there’s no one else, and looks back at her.

Her dark skin glistens in the sun, and her curly hair shines. The tiny bikini she wears barely covers anything, bright pink as it is. He can’t exactly see through her sunglasses, but he gets the impression that her eyes are closed. Which is good, because once they break the tree line, she’ll have a clear view of them.

“Got a fuckin’ civilian,” he reports.

Price makes an exasperated sound. “Civilian?”

“Hen by the pool,” he confirms. “…No weapons.”

“How can you-” Gaz’s voice cuts off as he sucks in a breath. “No, I see her. Goddamn.”

Ghost’s voice rumbles, “Hold until she’s clear.”

Gaz mutters, “Why do the baddies always end up with evil sons of bitches?”

“Money,” Simon and Price answer at once. Price continues, “Nice view, though.”

“Cannae complain about the delay,” Soap says, letting himself take a long moment to admire her breasts. “Wouldnae mind a chance wit’ a bird like her.”

“Doubt you could 'andle ‘er,” Ghost chuckles.

“Away wit ye,” Soap grumbles.

All of them go silent when the woman stretches her arms above her head and sits up to grab her drink from a little table. And then she stands and walks over to the guard. He turns to her when he hears her voice, and walks to meet her at the corner of the house.

Soap will not admit that staring at the way her arse swallows the thong bikini is why he misses what happens next. One moment the woman is sipping her drink and smiling, and the next the man’s silenced gun is in her hand and his body topples into the hedges.

“What the fuck?” Gaz hisses.

And then she places the gun and her drink on the bar by the sliding patio door. She opens it, stands in the doorway with her back to the pool, and holds up a closed fist. She gestures: four fingers to the right, three to the left. Then she steps inside, turns left, and strolls past the floor to ceiling windows until she’s out of sight.

The door is left open.

“Let’s move,” Price growls.

Clearing the house is easy. Ghost and Gaz head right, Soap and Price follow the woman and run into two guards, easily dispatched. They find a third with a neat bullet hole between his eyes, on his back on another small patio.

And then they hear a woman’s shriek of terror.

Heart racing, Soap takes point as they ascend the stairs. In his ear, Ghost confirms that he and Gaz have dispatched four guards and are also making their way up. They clear two empty rooms, then hear a frantic voice.

“I don’t know,” a woman sobs. “I was by the pool, I just wanted another drink! And then I turned the corner and Ivan! Vanya was-! He’s-!” The voice is wracked by sobs.

“Fuck.” And that’s the target’s voice, Tarasovich. He snarls something in Russian, then reverts to English. “We need to get to the car, now.”

“Don’t leave me,” the woman’s voice cries, “Please, oh god what are we going to do?”

“To the car, you stupid woman,” the Russian snaps. “I will have Sasha call the pilot, we need to-”

Ghost and Gaz appear at the other end of the hall as Tarasovich chokes on his next words. There’s a scuffle, and a thud. At Price’s tap on the shoulder, Soap breaches the door, gun raised.

He can’t help but curse as he circles left and Price goes right, guns trained on where the woman has Tarasovich’s in a choke hold from the back. The man is bright red and struggling, but her legs lock his arms to his sides, ankles crossed over his solar plexus as his legs kick wildly.

Soap is dimly aware of Ghost and Gaz filing in, guns trained on the pair as he runs out of air and his struggles slow. His arms twitch, and then his legs kick once, twice. And he slowly goes limp.

“Rope’s in the top drawer on the left,” the woman huffs, not letting go. Price opens a drawer and pulls out a neatly wrapped bundle of thick, soft-looking, braided, red rope. He approaches the woman, and she dumps Tarasovich to the side. She stands and adjusts her bikini as he ties the man’s legs together and his hands behind his back.

When Price stands, she grins. “Hey there, Captain. Fancy meeting you here.”

“Bricks,” Price says, his own grin splitting his face as he pulls her in by her hips. Her arms settle around his neck and she smacks a kiss on his cheek. “Laswell didn’t tell us you were our contact.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she laughs. “And who can turn down a trip to a private island?”

On the floor, the Russian grunts and starts twitching awake. Bricks steps over him and saunters over to Ghost.

“Hello, handsome,” she purrs.

Soap tries not to let his jaw hang open like a muppet. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Ghost sounds affectionate when he answers. “’ave fun skippin’ around in the buff, then?”

“You like it?” She turns in a little circle, wiggles her ass at him. “I know you prefer orange, but it felt like a pink kind of day.”

“Like your arse in and out of anythin’, lovie,” Ghost rumbles, pulling her close with one arm and lifting his mask up over his nose. “Give us a kiss.”

Soap looks to Gaz for confirmation that this is really happening. The other man looks just as floored as their lieutenant and this Bricks woman share the kind of kiss that reminds him of just how almost naked she is. Soap clears his throat and turns away.

[pinkiepie20000]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PINKIEPIE20000 X GN READER ((ENEMIES TO LOVERS)) ((PINKIEPIE20000 WHIPS OUT BEATRICE))

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: you and pinkiepie20000 despise eachother! or so you think. (pinkiepie20000 just scratches her ass at you and you hate her for it but then you battle and pinkiepie20000 whips out beatrice as a weapon and you probably would've almost made out but you made the fatal mistake of saying something really, really bad.)

a/n: can we make pinkiepie20000 x reader a real tag

It had been a nice day. No seeing your mortal enemy, pinkiepie20000. That's so nice. B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but it's not like you like pinkiepie20000!!!! Y-you would never!! *you blush hysterically* After all, you had voted for the bear, not her!! You'd rather be stuck with a million bears in a forest than be stuck alone with her!!

As you walk to the newly established Temu store to search for some cute dinosaur dildos and guess who you saw in that aisle!! It was none other than pinkiepie20000!!!!!! *Ugh!* you thought. *It's that disgusting arlecchino liking loser!! who even plays genshin impact that's so 2020!!* You scream internally. You angrily stop up to the sexy 20 year old in the Temu store.

"YOU!!!"

pinkiepie20000 looks over at you lazily, who had been scratching her ass while looking over the items on display. "who"

"PINKIEPIE20000"

"ok"

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH!! YOU ALWAYS MISTAG YOUR POSTS ITS SO ANNOYING"

""pinkiepie20000 leaned on the shelf full of 50 cent dinosaur dildos, smirking flirtatiously, fondling her glasses attractively. "So you follow me?"

"ur like the millionth person to say that js block me

"N-N-N-N-NO!!! I WOULD NEVER!!!" your face turns bright red. "J-jUST TAG YOUR POSTS CORRECTLY YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!"

"i stead of worrying abt me u should probably go worry abt yr rat infestation"

"Y-YOU- YOU- I DONT HAVE A RAT INFESTATION!!" you scream. People are starting to stare at you. pinkiepie20000 just whips a coke out of her ass and starts drinking it.

bewildered at her reaction, you sputter out: "O-O-O-O-OKAY I CONFESS I'M ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!" ...what? where did that come from?? it was like a demon posessing you. you could never love pinkiepie20000.

"do you want to see my strap i named it beatrice its pink"

"I'm always dreaming on your downfall, I hope all the male pregnancies you've been spreading over the world come to you, I hope all these tags you are flooding finally rebel against you, and you, will not see the end of that day, they will have their revenge!!!!!!"

"so ur dreaming of me"

"N-NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!!"

"ok im gonna go play red dead redemption bye"

"WAIT!!" you reach out towards pinkiepie20000 and grab her arm as she turns to walk away. "LET ME FIGHT YOU FOR YOUR LOVE.... I MEAN TO PROVE IM A WORTHY OPPONENT!!"

"ok"

"GOD BREAST AMERICA BITCH" you ready your fists to fight pinkiepie20000 to prove you are not in love with her. she whips "beatrice" out and grips it in her hand, readying "beatrice" in a fighting stance.

Punches fly at Jeffery from Class of 09 from your fists, jeffery parrying your hits with beatrice. However, you are dogshit at this and miss and your punches hit the Temu dinosaur dildos. What the fuck. The whole shelf's worth of Temu dinosaur dildos collapses on you, making you stagger to the ground like an old man with a life alert necklace.

pinkiepie20000 tackles you to the ground, saying, "im gonna tickle u guys toes" you scream in horror, but your face betrays your scream, as your face is bright red.

"I FOLLOWED YOU BACK WHEN YOU WERE NORMAL!" you sob. "this isn't you baby....." you cry, clawing at pinkiepie20000's chest.

"Y-y-you're the jax to my pomni!!" You cry, tears streaming down your face.

"cmere bb and give daddy a big kiss"

you lean into the approaching pinkiepie20000 with your lips jutted out like a fish with your eyes closed. she stops suddenly, leaving you frozen in that position. she looks at you with a serious expression. "who is arlecchino from genshin impact"

You open your eyes to look at pinkiepie20000 in confusion. You don't know who that is. You don't play genshin impact. "U-uh.. I don't know??? that sounds like the name of a straight woman."

pinkiepie20000's eyes darken. "ur wrong" she says, before shoving beatrice up your ass in a ferocious manner. "mayonnaise consumer" she scoffs judgmentally at you. WH- what's wrong with eating mayo??? but you didn't have the time to think about that, as beatrice was shoved up your ass so hard, you died on the spot.

rip

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amazing work sofa this could over throw booktok (please make it overthrow booktok im begging you booktok is making me go fucking insane)

[12thhouse-sun]

Meet My Tav!

(Ty @thecurlyginger for the tag on my main swing-the-serenade 💜)

Name: Poppy

Age: 37

Race: Half-High Elf

Description: A tall and broad half-elf with dyed pink hair and grey eyes. But just because she’s big, it doesn’t mean she’s strong 😅. She has a tattoo of a sword on her throat because the voice is a weapon. Her hair originally long and freshly dyed, the hair gets cut and fades into her natural dark brown as they travel.

Class: College of Lore Bard

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Deity: None

Favorite Spells: Faerie Fire and Lightning Bolt

Armor Act 1/2: Simple Jerkin and Blazer of Benevolence

Armor Act 3: +2 Studded Leather and Helldusk Armor

Favorite Dye: Ocean

Weapons Act 1: I can’t remember…some random +1 shortsword probably?? / Phalar Aluve

Weapons Act 2/3: Phalar Aluve and Hellfire Hand Crossbow

Buffs: it’s not a buff but Mental Fatigue. She wears the Ring of Mental Inhibition and loves how it helps in fights.

Love Interest: Gale…duh

Favorite NPC: Tara!!!

Favorite Enemy: Raphael. Love that dramatic bitch.

Favorite Battle: Raphael. The whole House of Hope, really was awesome.

Favorite Dialogue: when we find Tara and Gale says “Tara!” (You know how he does). Incredible.

Decision About The Absolute: uhhhhh I actually haven’t finished the game yet 🫣. I have Gortash, Orin, the fireworks shop, and then the upper city/endgame stuff left.

Just like Thecurlyginger in her own post, this Poppy is different than the one I’m writing about. If anyone has read my fic you’re at the top of my lungs, you’re probably thinking: “This is Not Poppy Lyons this is some uncanny valley version of her!” This Tav is my first Tav in the game and was created before I decided to start writing. If you want more info on the differences between them and why this Poppy is different you can read that here.

Tagging: idk who has done this already but @pouroverpaloma and @waterdeep-weavemoss

[crimsonscloud]

some steel trap headcanons of varying levels of thought, because me and @roxie-roo are ever so normal about this dumb movie. so normal, in fact, that we made a whole au (party crashers) where robert and melanie live.

also all the last names mentioned in here apart from kathy's aren't canon, the movie doesn't give the others any.

robert hollister

aka the character with the most final guy energy in this entire movie i said what i said

bisexual king

has a younger adoptive sister named blake, @tseliius' oc. they are the siblings ever i love them

was definitely the guy that got paid to write essays for people in high school/college

loves rock music, stuff like american pearl, breaking point, finger eleven, etc.

has a black cat named loki

always has Cold Hands. nobody knows why, including him, they're just like that

dictionary brain. will use big words / legal terms in sentences sometimes for no reason

doesn't want kids with nicole bc he has issues with his dad and doesn't want to risk passing that stuff to them

roxie and i have a crossover ship with him and dani ardor from midsommar. they're so hades and persephone coded (but like. in a good way)

color association: black or dark green

melanie reed

opposite of nicole's "screaming woman" trope. if she's scared she will just Hard Dissociate

platonic besties with robert. he nicknames her mel, she calls him robbie

adhd queen

stims by humming, swaying, and/or pulling and twirling her curls. if she's really stressed sometimes she'll end up pulling her own hair out

weapon she'd take from the box is a pair of scissors (insert until dawn reference)

has scars on her neck from the elevator cables

bubblegum bitch by marina coded

rip girl you would have loved slime. especially the clay texture ones

would wear those little ceramic star bracelets

develops hemophobia after the experience with the bucket

terrified of spiders. robert isn't. hilarity ensues

loves the princess diaries movies

adopts a puppy at some point

also gets a gf :)

color association: pink

nicole palmer

her and robert are Very bleak december coded i said what i said

there is no way things would've been stable if robert married her

needs glasses but hates wearing them, so she has contacts

color association: dark purple probably?

kathy king (aka kay knight)

read carrie in high school once and got a little... fixated.

besides melanie getting blood dumped on her, adam's death is also a reference to this: he's the "pig" that gets slaughtered for the blood, and his corpse wears a crown like tommy does in some adaptations of the prom night

and if i could / i'd bring them all down to their knees / i'd make them sorry forever for teasing

kay+carrie parallels. the writers might not have meant it to be That Deep but i see the vision

made the locked room trap because she thinks robert's selfish / egotistical (the sticks and stones exchange, she also outright calls him an egomaniac later i think?) and wanted to see who between him and wade was more selfish than the other

color association: deep reds for, you know, reasons

[kathyprior4200]

Helluva Boss: Mission: Weeaboo-boo (Short 3)

A manilla folder was placed on Blitzo’s desk again. It was near his Boss Bitch mug, open drawer of Moxxie and Millie figures and a manga of an anime character: a woman with long teal hair, wearing a white school-girl skirt and outfit, fox ears and a black pointed tail. She was in a chokehold from a tan demon with long black hair and horns leaning over her.

The folder showed a picture of I.M.P.’s new target, a lady with white skin, periwinkle hair with light blue highlights and purple tinges on the bottom. A black flower was in her hair, and she wore a black jacket with a pink collar and pink outline on the sleeves. She beamed in the photo and did a peace-sign with her hand, posing in front of a demonic convention sign.

“I.M.P. Target: Emberlynn Pinkle

Location: Boring suburbs in a boring town. Rockview, USA.

Description: Gothy 20 something

Info: She shipped Scrimbleson with Shawanathan instead of Blorbinzo 7 years ago, and it’s basically incest or something, not really but dis bitch seems really upset about it.”

In the human world, the night indigo sky was lit by stars and a large white crescent moon. Streetlights illuminated a sidewalk and revealed a suburban neighborhood.

Blitzo popped out from inside the bushes, talking on his cellphone to Millie. His phone cover read “RIDE ME” on it in big red letters.

“Aw, thanks Mils, but I don’t think I need backup to take down some suburban college girl.”

He grinned as he peered over at the girl’s house with lit-up windows.

“You enjoy that bullshit Cats musical with Mox, and stop trying to use me as an excuse to get out of it…”

He held the phone forward and glared. “Hey look, if I had to sit through that French hog shit, well so do you, okay? Bye Mils!”

The phone beeped as he ended the call and leaped out from the bushes.

Blitzo peered through a window and saw Emberlynn’s parents on the couch watching TV, studio laughter coming from the TV. The man was bald with glasses and the woman had long blond hair.

Blitzo chuckled and snaked up a nearby tree. He spotted her through the window. “Oh ho, ho, bingo.” He balanced on the creaking branch, inching closer. “B-Y-N-G-O.” He chuckled darkly before opening the window.

Emberlynn smiled with a pair of headphones on, sitting on a pink chair shaped like a cat. On the video, it showed a demon with sharp teeth talking to a blue-haired girl, “Our souls will be tethered for eternity.”

A grinning Blitzo entered the room and pulled out a sharp deadly red knife.

He did a quiet sing-song voice, “I love killing, shooting things, I’ll use a saw, I’ll use a fork, too! Da-dun, da da.” He stepped in circles then held the knife in his right hand as he inched toward Emberlynn. “I love killing things with any kind of weapon. Give me a knife and I’ll kill someone…” he pointed to her head.

He grinned evilly with sharp fangs, the knife schinked and gleamed… “…and today it’s gonna be a stupid bitch! Da, da…”

He raised his weapon, aiming for her back…

…but was suddenly knocked back by a golden holy force field emanating from a pendant around the girl’s neck. “Oof! Ow, what the FUCK?!”

The knife embedded itself into a demon plushie on her desk by her computer. Emberlynn turned around and screamed, falling off her chair. The video ended on her computer, showing her pink screen wallpaper with vampire fangs and eyes. She then stood up. “Oh!” “Oooh!” She looked lovestruck at Blitzo, hands on her cheeks.

The parents heard the commotion from upstairs. Emberlynn’s dad spoke in a southern drawl. “Ugh, she must be watching them ‘hen-tays’ again.”

Emberlynn’s mom cried, “Why won’t she leave?!”

“Oh my god! What…are you?” Emberlynn asked.

Blitzo stood up in the shadows, snarling. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!”

He yelled and charged at her again, but the magical golden shield from the pendant knocked him backward onto the floor.

Blitzo grunted. “Fuck. How are you doing this? What is that?!”

Emberlynn’s pendant was a golden pentagram against light blue. White wings were on the sides of the pendant.

Emberlynn held the pendant in her hands. “It’s official merch from ‘Akuma no Otto’. It’s the pendant given to Setsuki in episode 569 that protects its wearer from…wait are you a demon?”

Emberlynn raised a shaking finger. “Like…a real demon?”

“Yeah, basically,” Blitzo answered. “Look, where did you even get something like…”

“A demon?” she interrupted. “Here to steal a little kitten like me? Forced to be part of your demonic harem, ‘blushes.’” She blushed as pink Japanese love bubbles appeared near her glowing face and pink cheeks.

“Huh? Why would you think I would do something like that?” Blitzo asked, then gasped as he looked around her room.

A body-pillow of Cthulhu wearing pink lacy underwear was against the wall. A female demon statue with a pitchfork was on a shelf along with various monster plushies. A banner read “MONSTE RLOVER PRIDE” on her wall. A poster of a human wrapped in a snake monster lifting weights with its tail read “HISS ME,” and another poster with a sexy blond woman underneath a dark orange dragon read “MELT ME.” “YEE-HAW COWGIRL” was shown on several posters of a centaur romping a nude girl from behind. A bull skull was on another dresser. One poster read “WERE-WOLF!” “BITE ME!” “CHUMP MY RUMP,” and a red-haired mermaid near tentacles had ”nussed me up” in purple. On a shelf was a statue of a giant red dragon holding the hands of a woman bride.

Her books had many titles, “I WANT YOU (BUT YOU MIGHT EAT ME!)” SCALES, A SLOW BURN.” “YOU’RE CLAWS FEEL SO GOOD!” “DEMON DICK? I’LL LICK!” “HE’S DEAD BUT WE CAN MAKE IT WORK.” “MY DRAGON DADDY.” “MY FIRST TIME WITH AN ELDRITCH HORROR.” “MORE SPIKES THE BETTER.” “I’M KNOT (A FURRY)” “MONSTER? I HARDLY KNOW HER.”

“Ohhh, you’re one of those.”

Emberlynn leaned in to Blitzo with a flirtatious look. “So, what’s your name?”

“Uhhh…Blitz.”

She spun around and leaned against the bookshelf. “What are you gonna do to me, Blitzy-kun?” An oar labeled “RAWR” was next to her and a knock-off Charlie Morningstar plushie was on her shelf.

“Uh. Apparently nothing while you’re wearing that.”

“I don’t feel like myself. Are…are you…putting some sort of…nasty spell over me?”

“What? No, I’m literally just standing here, lady.”

“If you say so, master,” she slid down to the floor. She was on her knees. “I mean…daddy.”

She crawled forward. “But when you look into my eyes, it’s like I have no control over my…”  She slowly leaned in, almost kissing him…then she slapped him hard in the face.

“Aaaaahhhkaaay!” Blitzo cried out in pain.

“No! You demonic brute!” She lay down on a table in a pose. “I’m too pure of heart for you to corrupt!”

Blitzo face-palmed. “Oh, thank fucking Satan!”

Emberlynn looked up. “Satan? Is that your lord?” She leaned into Blitzo, hands together. “The one who plan to offer me to as a sexual sacrifice?”

Sweat dripped down Blitzo’s face.

Emberlynn gasped in glee and raced over to rapidly type her fanfiction on her computer…

“The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell.

“I won’t let you have her,” my demon hissed with a mutinous glare. “You took my wife from me, Satan. Never again!” Emberlynn Lightness Demoanya Pinkie is mine.”

Satan growled, baring his sharp fangs. My knees trembled at the staggering size of them. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin, which was exposed as a result of my sacrificial outfit. (Satan’s concubines are forced to wear lace bras, leather miniskirts, combat boots, eyeliner and a smoky eyeshadow look. Also black lipstick. Also I was wearing fishnets.)

“You dare defy me?” Satan roared, his hulking body towering above us. “Hand dover the sexual sacrifice so I may have my way with her.”

“No!” I cried, throwing my arms around my demon lover. “Please don’t let him ravish me over and over! My body belongs to you!”

“She’s mine to ravish over and over!” my demon lover yelled, holding me close.”

“But once you have me, you realize you could never go through with it, because I’m the only woman who could ever make you feel something after the loss of your wife!”

She beamed and her eyes bulged wide with pink hearts and yellow stars in them. Pink sparkles blinked around her face. Blitzo blinked in bewilderment in the background.

Emberlynn stood up, her hands folded in fists. “Your wife…who was the first one your Lord Satan took as a concubine.” She dramatically put her hands to her heart and blinked tears. She posed against her desk. “But now you’d rather have me!”

She put her hands to her chest and fell dramatically to the floor, crawling on her hands and knees, “And you’d rather fight him to the death than allow me to come to the same fate!”

She did a final pose on her knees with a hand over her head and her eyes closed.

“Ew,” Blitzo made a disgusted face, putting his hands forward, backing up. “Lady, look, I was sent here to kill you, alright? You were a bitch online one time, someone didn’t like it, they put a hit on you, I know it’s excessive, but I don’t make the rules, oh well.”

Emberlynn turned her head around. “You want to kill…meee?” She smiled, pointing to her face.

“Oh yeah, even more now,” Blitzo replied with a smirk.

“Of course!” she cried. “You want to take my mortal soul to Hell so that we can be together forever!” She leaned her head back and swayed her butt upward.

Blitzo put his fingers to his face. “Look, whatever gets you there. Can you just take off the necklace and hand over my knife?”

“Yes master!” she cried, hands folded together. Then she gasped, “No, I mustn’t.” Then she leaned in close to his face. “But I want you!” She moved her head back, arm out in front of her. “My soul…” Then she went on her knees, fingers and palms open. “But I’m destined for this!” She collapsed to the floor.

“Bitch, can we hurry this up?” Blitzo asked.

Emberlynn took the knife out from the demon plushie.

“OOOOHHH YEEESSS!” She moaned, using the knife to cut the string on the necklace. The pendant spun across the room and flew out the open window.

“Thanks.”

“Make it quick, my demon prince!” Emberlynn whispered, handing it to him. She leaned into his arms and lowered herself like a dancer, eyes closed.

Blitzo sighed, then stabbed her in the chest. Emberlynn gasped as red blood splattered.

Emberlynn moaned sexually.

Blitzo turned away. “Eugh. Can you please stop enjoying this so much? Fuck.”

“I will see you…on the other side…” she leaned up and whispered, “my…Blitzy-kun…”

A bell tolled as her head moved to the side. Blitzo held her dead body.

“Stab. Stab. Stab.” An unamused Blitzo stabbed her several more times. He then stood up, tapped the crystal on his wrist and disappeared through the pink diamond portal. Blood pooled underneath Emberlynn’s body.

Loona read a book by her desk. Blitzo held his fingers to his face as he talked on his cellphone back at I.M.P. headquarters. “Hey, yeah, it’s done. So you can go ahead and wire me that money now and I’ll go ahead and never think about this night ever again.” He waved his arm.

“I’M HERE, BLITZY-KUUUNNN!”

A familiar voice made Blitzo and Loona freeze with wide eyes.

Blitzo peered out the window behind the blinds.

There was Emberlynn Pinkle in her demon form. She had on the same clothing, except the cat faces on her high black socks had slanted eyes and evil grins. She wore a jacket with a pink paw print in the center where Blitzo had stabbed her. She had the plaid pink skirt, a pink tail with a light blue tip, long pink hair and animal ears. She had black horns on her head, light blue skin with pink freckles, small bat wings and three eyes with pink sclera and blue pupils. Emberlynn had monster features and the features from the woman character from her manga.

“I saw your billboard! I’m here for you, my love!” She went on her knees, hands to her heart. “I’ll be by your side forever! BLITZY KUNNNN!”

Blitzo nervously lowered his head from the window.

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Bow down bitches (Part2)

Summary: You fell In love with a man and had his child. But he grew distant and violent. He eventually packed his things and walked out of your life like everybody else did. There was only one person left to help you.

Warnings: domestic violence, pregnancy, drinking, very light smut, single mother? Lmk If I missed anything.

Elvis and Mike had both walked out of my life and would do anything to avoid me. I beat myself up for weeks after the incident happened. It was all my fault. Elvis's words echoed throughout my mind for days, and so did Mike's.

But that incident was over a month ago, and I was doing better than ever. You could see me at the top, looking down, screaming what now. I was still a sassy arrogant bitch but I had changed. Became stronger and more stubborn. I had dyed my hair black so that i looked beautiful yet evil. I found myself my dream man. He was dark-skinned and tall, and he was a gangster. He was sexy and handsome. I met him outside of one of my model events. He stood smoking, i was instantly drawn to him. I chatted and smoked with him until i had to leave. From then, we started to hang out more often, and then i became his girl. He did everything to protect me since he was involved in criminal activities, but I was no stranger to breaking the law. I spent my teenage years doing drugs and shoplifting, I had been in and out of jail. But look where I was now. I was one of the highest paid models in the world. Paparazzi and fans followed me like lost puppies. They kissed the floor that I walked on. They would die for me. I was their queen. Everyone idolised me since i was the best after all. My boyfriend, Travis, was a criminal who got his money from selling all sorts of things from drugs to weapons. He was a bad ass, that's why we fell in love. I was the female version of him. We smoked, drank, danced, and laughed toughether. We were inseparable. We went on vacation to many different countries with only 30 dollars to our name, just for the thrill of it. We were wild and free, and we didn't care what people thought. But it was the late 60s, so interracial relationships were throwned upon, but they weren't illegal. I wasn't afraid to love a man of a different race. I wasn't afraid of anything. I loved him with all my heart.

I was doing jaw-dropping modelling shows, and I wore eye widening outfits.

It was a Friday night, and I had an award event to go to. I was able to pick a companion to take with me, so of course I picked Travis. I was dressed in a black short dress that hugged my hourglass figure perfectly, I had also wore a pair of thigh-high black boots. I let my long black hair hang down my back as I placed a black headband on my head. I had on blue eyeshadow with deadly black eyeliner that made my eyes look fierce. My lips were pink and glossy. I wore a vanilla blossom perfume. Travis was matching with me, he wore a black button up t-shirt and black trousers. A large silver belt lay on his hips, and gold chains hung from his neck. We looked like the 'it' couple of the decade. We were ready to go.

Once we arrived, we were instantly mobbed by paparazzi and fans. Travis held onto me with his big arms as we walked inside. It was a large award evening for all celebrities. We found our table and spoke amongst ourselves before the host stepped onto the large stage. As me and Travis were chatting and flirting, the lights suddenly dimmed, and the spotlight hit the host on the stage. He began to speak.

"Welcome everyone to the rewards evening. We will read out the winners for each category. If you get selected, you will come up to the stage and receive your trophy. Remember, have a speech prepared." He said confidently into the microphone. It was a matter of time until they began to read out the rewards. Ten minutes had passed, and they had begun. First, they read out the small categories, and now they were onto the bigger categories, such as actors, singers, models, etc. First was actors. And then singers. The man stood on stage and opened the envelope.

"The best singer of the year goes to..." the crowd was deadly silent.

"Elvis Presley!" And the crowd went wild, especially the ladies. I just rolled my eyes and carried on talking to Travis. But I had to stop once the crowd calmed down and Elvis started to speak. I looked up at him on the stage. He wore a smart suit that was glam yet and settled. It was black and was studded with expensive white and gold rhinestones.

"Thank you for this award. I really appreciate it. I just want to thank my fans, my family, and the people in my past who made me happy." His eyes shifted to me. He looked at me intensely. His cold gaze made me uncomfortable and angry. I remembered the day that he walked out of my life, he accidentally hit me. But i never heard the word 'sorry' leave his lips. He just pisses me off. I scoffed and rolled my eyes before turning to Travis agian. Elvis looked defeated and mad. I didn't care. Travis made me forget about my past, but Elvis just reminded me of it. I was quickly snapped out of my conversation when I heard my name.

"And the best model of the year goes to the one and only, Natalya!"

I wasn't surprised, I knew I was going to win. I was always number 1 no matter what. I stood up and walked onto the stage with a smug smile on my pretty face. My walk was confident and sassy, as always. I grabbed my reward out of the host's hands and stood to face the audience and celebrities. I flicked my long black hair. I looked so sexy and evil.

"I didn't come with a speech prepared but I knew I was going to get this award anyway." I said as I smiled nastily. The crowd laughed at my sassy comment.

"But anyway, I wanna say thanks to my fans and family and, of course. My man, Travis." I said before blowing a kiss to him. I scanned the crowd quickly. Elvis had a deep look of jealousy on his face.

"Oh and also, I am not gonna thank the people in my past life since they are nothing like Travis." I said in a sly tone as I stared directly at Elvis, who was bottling up his rage. I just smirked before strutting off the stage. I walked right past Elvis, saying my hips and swinging my hair. I knew he was looking, so why not give him a show. I sat on Travis's lap and began to make out with him. Our tongues danced, and our lips pouted. Once I was done, I cleaned Travis's mouth for him with my fingere. He pecked me on the cheek. I turned to Elvis, who was watching this whole thing. I smiled innocently as I watched his fists turn white since he was clenching them so hard. He was a big headed man, so I grounded him without speaking a word to his face.

1 week later

It was late at night and me and Travis were getting it on. His hands travelled around my naked body. His bottom half was already inside of me. He was good at making me feel good. The pleasure increased, and so did his pace, i was in pure bliss. As my moans got louder, a warm substance filled me up. I didn't even notice it. Once we were done, we layed in the bed, whispering sweet nothings into eachovers' ears. I loved this man dearly. He pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back until I slowly drifted asleep.

The next morning, I felt lightheaded and nauseous. I stumbled downstairs to get some paracetamol to cure my ills. Ten minutes later, the pain was still lingering, and the sickness was still there. I didn't think much of it, I thought it was probably just a fever. This pain carried on for many days, it was excruciating.

One week passes

The pain in my stomach grew worse, and the nausea grew more intense. I was throwing up in the toilet twice a day. What was wrong with me? I needed to find out why this was happening. There was only one thing left to do.

I ordered one of my assistants to go out to the shop to buy a pregnancy test. I waited impatiently in my living room for him to come back. My leg rapidly moved up and down as my nails were between my teeth. I needed Travis, but he was out doing his criminal activities. I jumped when I heard the door open and in came my assistant, with the pregnancy test in hand.

"About time." I scoffed as I looked up to him. "You can go home now, your done here." I said as i walked over to the toilet. I locked the bathroom door before sitting down on the toilet seat. I did what I had to do. I washed my hands and flushed the toilet. All that was left was to wait. It said to wait for 5-10 minutes. It read,

"If two faint lines appear, it indicates that you are pregnant." My eyes rapidly scanned the instructions over and over as I walked up and down my house, pacing around like a mad woman. It was finally time to check. I closed my eyes as I brought it into the living room with me. I gradually opened my eyes to be met with,

"Two lines!" I shouted to myself. My tears flooded down my face, and my breath was snatched from my lungs. The room faded, and nothing felt real. I sat there with my head in my hands, crying and crying until I had more tears left to cry. I was pregnant. I was going to be a mother.

9 months later

Everything had happened so fast that time seemed to be sped up for me. I had gained some weight since i was pregnant, this meant that less people wanted me to model for them since i wasn't a skinny stick anymore. I was nine months pregnant, and the baby was due any time this week. Travis had put me in hospital. I didn't want to be in the hospital whilst he was sitting on his ass at home. But i obeyed him. He was the man.

The pain in my stomach was unreal. I had basically threw up half of my insides. Every time I ate, drank, or spoke, I would feel the sting in the back of my throat, and then I would throw up.

It was now Thursday, and I was layed on the hospital bed in excruciating pain, pushing a baby out of me. I screamed and cried. Finally after a long three hours of pain, she was here. My baby, Jasmine, was here. She was beautiful. She had big blue eyes, tanned skin and curly hair. I knew from that day that my life would be complete with my baby here. I whispered to my baby,

"I promise that I will love you, care for you, and be there for you whenever you need. You are in good hands."

She was a beauty, but she was so hard to take care of. I had to wake up in the middle of the night just to feed her. I had to do everything for her, but I didn't mind because I loved her. She was my baby, after all. Travis was never really home to help me take care of her, I didn't know what he was doing or where he was. Ever since Jasmine came into this world, Travis had been very distant. He wouldn't talk to me or even acknowledge me or the baby. I thought we were a team in this, but clearly not. Travis would come home late at night, drunk and angry.

One late night. Travis had came home around 3am. He stumbled through the door, drunk and high. He was making a lot of noise, and he was beginning to wake Jasmine. I quietly walked downstairs to see him, downing a bottle of Whiskey. I rushed over to him and took the drink out of his large hands.

"You don't need any more drinks. Let's get you upstairs." I said in a calming voice as I tried to hold his hand. He pushed my hand away harshly, making my arm swing back. He looked at me with dark, angry eyes.

"Get the fuck off me." He grunted. I looked up to him with a nervous expression.

"Where were you?" I asked cautiously.

"With some bitches that are better than you." He said as he pointed his long finger at me, laughing. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I always had a feeling that he was cheating on me, but he never admitted it. I was too stunned to speak. I lifted my hand up to grab his upper arm. I tried to get him to come with me.

"O-ok, you need to get some sleep." I said quietly. He pushed me away, causing me to fall on the floor. My back instantly ached as it hit the hard wooden floor. I looked up to him, who was now towering over me, struggling to keep his balance. He leaned down to me and grabbed my hair tightly.

"I said don't fucking touch me, what do you not understand bitch!?" He yelled at me. I could smell the liquor radiating from his mouth to my face. I watched him struggle to keep his eyelids open as he tugged harshly onto my hair. I didn't have time to reply. I felt his large fist hit my face. All of his nuckles connected against my cheek. All I could remember was my tears streaming down my face as he beat me. That was just one of many nights. I still loved him no matter what. I fucking hated him, but I loved him. I was dependent on Travis. He had me in a chokehold. He manipulated me into thinking that he was my master, my king, my god. I would come home to a beating by him but he would just say,

"I just needed to get my anger out." Or some other shit excuse. But he was so convincing. I truly believed that he still loved me. He took away my troubles, but then again, he left pain. A boy is a gun. he would shoot me down anytime I flew too high.

I still did my best to sheild my daughter from Travis's outbursts, but I couldn't always do that. I was raising a baby on my own, and Travis didn't want anything to do with the baby, I just didn't want to accept it.

One sunny morning

I was downstairs making breakfast for me and my family. I grew suspicious when I heard a lot of movement and rummaging coming from the living room. With my daughter in my hands, I walked into the room to find Travis. He was angrily shoving his belongings into a suitcase. My eyebrows furrowed as I stepped closer.

"Travis, what are you doing?" I asked curiously. He stood up tall and walked over to me as he dragged his suitcase behind him. His hot breath hit my face and sent chills down my spine.

"I'm leaving." He snapped. My eyes filled with tears almost instantly. I loved him so much that my heart stopped beating for a second. My world was instantly crushed. I tried to find any regret in his face, but all that I saw was a woman-beating scumbag.

"N-no, what about J-jasmine, our baby?" I asked with shaky breath. He looked at Jasmine, who was in my hands. He turned back to look at my sad face.

"You mean your baby. I don't wanna raise that mother fucker." He said as ge pushed passed me.

"But, you love me."

"Stay the fuck away from me." He said rather calmly as he continued to walk out of the door.

"Travis!" I yelled, startling my baby. No reply. I jogged out of the house to catch up with him, but he had already gotten in the car and drove off. The car that I got him. I just felt like a punch bag. He beat me up and used me, when he got tired he left me alone, with his baby. I felt empty and alone. I needed someone, anyone to take me away from this misery that I lived in. My baby, Jasmine, was now crying from all of the shouting. I stroked her face before speaking.

"Hush, my dear, don't worry. I will take care of you without him. We don't need that bastard." I whispered with a shaky voice as tears continued to flood my face.

I rushed into my house and into the hallway. With my baby in one hand, I grabbed the telephone that was hung on the wall. I began to dial Elvis's number rapidly. I impatiently waited for him to answer. I felt relieved as I heard his voice echo through the telephone.

"Hello, who is this?" He inquired.

"It's me Natalya, look I know I'm the last person you want to speak to. But I really need someone right now. Please can I stay at your house, just for one night. Please." I desperately asked as tears dropped from my face to the floor.

"Uhm, ok, I guess." I hung up the phone and rushed to my car. I placed my baby in the back, in the baby seat. I started the car as fast as possible. I sped off into the distance. I drove fast as I was eager to get to Elvis's house. I knew where he lived since I would drive past and see tons of fans outside of the gates. I pulled up into the driveway. The gate was already open for me. I stopped the car once I reached the front garden. I pulled my baby out and sprinted towards the door. I was so eager to be with Elvis, I knew that he would stop my feelings from getting the better of me. I nocked on the door at least ten times since I was so desperate. He opened the door. He was dressed in just his robe. I wrapped my free hand around him as I sobbed into his chest. He didn't pull away. He rubbed my back slowly. I pulled away to look up to him. He was surprised and shocked as he looked at my baby.

"You have a b-baby." I nodded as I sniffled. He lifted Jasmine up to place a kiss on her button nose. He looked like such a good dad. He shifted his focus to me who was in tears.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" He asked as he led me inside. Once we were inside, I answered.

"Travis, he left me." Elvis's eyes widened in shock.

"But you have a baby?!" He said loudly.

"I know, he didn't care."

"Why did he leave ya?"

"I don't know." I said as I looked to the side to avoid eyecontact. I didn't realise that this position exposed the large bruise on my face. Elvis's hand immediately travelled to my face.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?." He said bluntly. I felt ashamed that he had found out.

"Well, he did a few times. But he was just in a bad mood." I said quietly. Elvis's face dropped and his fists clenched.

"No, that's not ok. You can stay at my house as long as you want. I will take care of you and your baby. But if i see that sone of a bitch, i just might kill him." He said as he tucked a hair behind my ear. This was the day that my life got better.

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Just send an ask or TWO...or more

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

I'm so damn reserved the 99% of the time about throwing 'I love you's around (aka, I don't say it much despite feeling it) that if I think hard enough, I think last time I told that to was Sev, and knowing myself, it was probably in a 'I love you, bitch!!' way, because I'm like this

03: Do you regret anything?

Not coming out of the closet earlier, but life and people can be scary

Also, not having the guts to stop my abuse earlier, but I was like 14 when it started, fear is a strong weapon

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

The never-ending hatred I feel for my abuser will always live in me because it's been over 16 years and he didn't pay for it

Hate is such a big word for me, too, with the case I have it's so hard for me to really feel hate for anyone unless it's super justified

If I generalize more, there are a lot of shitty people in the world I would want to see burning, but that's on a less personal note lol

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English and Art, it's funny because I wasn't even good at Spanish LMAO

I also seemed to do good with some Law stuff without having to study much, but it was so long ago

30: What’s irritating you right now?

My lower back hurts and I'm changing positions every 15 seconds because idk how to sit anymore-

32: What is your favourite color?

RED, and fricking Neo made me love the combo of pink/brown/white(or vanilla white)

55: Are you mean?

Jokingly with close friends I can be, when it comes to be seriously mean, I am not unless it's really necessary

Or, if I'm snapping or something, but I would say that's rare, but period makes me irritable sometimes

56: How many people have you fist fought?

I think that I literally have only fought like that with my brother and that's it, and even with that I was more of getting the nearest item and stab or bonk with it

I once broke an umbrella I had from doing that

58: Favourite weather?

I actually really love the rain- I hate humidity or when I obvs gotta go out when it's raining, but when it comes to fave weather there's just not anything else that comes to mind

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Hm...if my logic in dreams is anything to go by, I would die for anyone I care about, family and friends- it's not something I think about much while awake, but I just know I've had nightmares in which I took a bullet for someone I loved, or fought to save the life of another so they could live while I died

so maybe I would try to react similarly irl, I would have to be in the situation to really say

[mostfuckableffvillain]

Round 3 - Eliminations

Some big losses here today as we say goodbye to Shuyin, Jack Garland, Sorceress Ultimecia, Rufus Shinra, Seifer Almasy, Ardyn Izunia, Angeal Hewley, and Fordola rem Lupis. We're sad to see you go.

Congratulations to Sorceress Edea, Estinien Varlineau, Reno of the Turks, Barbariccia, Elena of the Turks, Yotsuyu goe Brutus, Aranea Highwind, and Vayne Carudas Solidor! We look forward to seeing you in Round 4!

For some of the reasons this lot was nominated in the first place, look no further than the link below:

Jack Garland: >He just wants to kill chaos, gotta admire a man with a goal in life. >Dedication and resilience. >I want him to break my spine over his back and turn me into a million little rock candy fragments and he loves his tall goth wife Astos >He doesn’t give a fuck who you are unless you’re Chaos. Also, you can strip him naked ingame and play him that way. He’s waiting 2000 years for the Warrior of Light to get stronger and take him >Love >He act smart and focused but actually a moron who in fact is a genius but lost all his brain cells due to world reset. Also his constant grumpy face and the most fuckable attitude doesn't help him being less fuckable. Despite all that he is a genuine good guy who treasure his companions. Anw his tits is fucking fat.

Ultimecia: >overall insane style and serving cunt also she has a cool plan to become a god instead of just being some guy >She is very hot >mommy milkers (praying emoji) i'm not a furry but….

Rufus Shinra: >He’s Rufus Shinra.

Seifer Almasy: >Cocky smirk, sexy scar, broad shoulders, giant weapon, damaged bad boy who needs hugs and then to be put on his knees >He’s so stupid. And sexy at the same time yes sir

Ardyn Izunia: >Tol bitch, do what he wants also look at dat hair c,: >The attitude >fam have you seen that man? Have you heard his voice? I would let that man do truly unspeakable things to me. >Tall, broad shoulders, sexy dark smirk, goody-goody past and tragic fucked up backstory, immortal and stupid powerful but has an obsession with goofy hats. Tentacle sex with black demon powers a possibility. >Rat man rat man rAT MAN RAT MAN. Also, like. 10k demons in a trench coat >He's pathetic and that's a very fuckable trait for me <3 I don't know how to explain this in english listen, he's just… he's a dramatic little man and he clearly needs and deserve to get fucked (honestly by Verstael not by me but I'm getting out of the current context here) I'm saying this in the most positive way possible I love him :') >look at him. look at his stupid face and hair and clothes and vibes. also have you heard his voice. also: forsaken king. also also: doomed by the narrative/bahamut. also also also: chronic pain plague king. >Cocky but can back it up >sexy hobo chic + gorgeous red hair and an incredible voice >I think it’s the spite >The pink hair

Angeal Hewley: >idk if he's really a 'villain' but it's worth a shot…. I love him and his huge tits more than anything. he's a handsome, kind, muscular man waiting to be dominated and I think that's so sexy of him

[blueysoda]

A Night Out

Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust

By BlueySoda

Cherri Bomb was excited. She and Angel Dust, her closest friend, had plans to be chaotic and fuck off around town for hours― definitely with alcohol and substances involved. She'd been planning this out with Angel for a week. What clubs they'd hit up, what weapons they'd use, things they'd demolish, games they'd play, everything. She even planned on bringing two, brand new, hot pink Tommy Guns along. One for her, one for Angel, since everyone knows how much he loves pink. 

Pink being a favorite color was one of many things these two buddies had in common; they were both queer, had chaotic energy, loved tearing shit up, destroying things for fun, incredible marksmanship, hating Valentino, caring for each other, being bitchy, having no filter, etc. All the way down to the freckles, it was like these two were twins. That's not to say they're exactly alike, though. They had their differences, as did everyone. But they were truly the best of friends. Angel was family to Cherri, he meant the world to her. They were always there for each other. When they could be, anyway. Sometimes, things come up. 

But not tonight. 

Cherri was in her apartment, putting on the finishing touches of her outfit. Her hair was tied up, as usual, and her face and makeup looked the same. She wore a spiked choker on her neck, accompanied by chained necklaces hanging from it and laying on her chest. She wore a bright red leather jacket with the sleeves cut off on the elbows, a few loose rips visible toward the end of the sleeve. Her tattoo on her left arm showed from the sleeve to her wrist, where a red fingerless glove was worn on her hand. On the other, she wore a long, black-and-red striped fingerless glove that ended further up her arm, but the sleeve covered the end of it. She wore a black cropped tube top with a yellow bomb silhouette centered in the front, black shorts that hugged her thighs that had a loose, studded belt that hung crooked on her hips. Impractical, but stylish. In addition to that, she had on black ripped stockings that ended mid-thigh on her right leg and just above the knee on her left. Her boots were the same as usual, with the usual pink changed to red.

She looked at herself in the mirror, trying a few different poses to make sure she looked good from all angles, then grabbed her phone to snap a mirror selfie. When a few were taken, she chose one and posted it to her Sinstagram.

Getting ready for a fuckin' BOMB night with @angie_fluffy_bootz!! time to shoot the shit! 💣💥✨✨😎

The Australian went to her side table to grab her hairbrush when it had posted, running it through her hair one more time before it was time to go. A moment later, her phone pinged. 

Angie 💖: hey bitch!! i'm outside waitin'! 

Cherri grinned excitedly. 

Cher-Cher 💥: brt babe! 

A moment later, the two met up just outside of the apartment and started walking to their first club. 

"Hey, Angie!! Fuck, that outfit's rad!" Cherri complimented the spider, which earned a playful pose in return. 

"Aw, this ol' thing? Nah, it ain't nuttin'. I just found it in my closet, no big deal."

"Oh, that include the two 3-carat rings on your fingers, too? Are those 'ain't nothin'?" Cherri pointed at his hands and raised her brow. Angel just laughed and sighed. 

"Just some little tchotchkes I had layin' around, yanno? Figured they'd complete the look!"

"Bullshit, I know you've been dyin' to find some excuse to show them off out in public! You haven't shut up about them since ya bought 'em!" 

"Well, I'd never wear 'em at the studio, an' I've been real busy lately so I haven't had the time." He rolled his eyes with his lighthearted tone, though his smile faltered ever so slightly. The cyclops saw this, and felt empathy for him, but quickly returned to her big grin with a gentle nudge to his side. 

"And that's why we're goin' out tonight and forgetting about all that shit for a night! Flash those rings and show 'em off to every damned soul we see! We're gonna have a good fuckin' time tonight, alright, Ange?" She looked up at him with her determined, toothy smile, the one that always came with her pep talks. That made Angel smile again, even wider than before, matching her expression.

"Hell fuckin' yeah!"

"WOO!" Cherri cheered happily with a laugh, then took him impatiently by the hand toward the nightclub just down the street. 

These two were inseparable. They were family. They could always trust each other and confide in one another, no matter what. 

A/N:

This is the outfit she was wearing!

[wytchia]

ok so tell me: which movie the NH boys would choose to watch? Oppenheimer or Barbie?

I love this question! Apologies if some of the characters are OC, I haven't played or talked about this game in a LONG time

NIGHTMARE HAREM :

OPPENHEIMER OR BARBIE ?

𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕒

I feel like he would want to watch Oppenheimer at first because he thinks Barbie is too ''girly''

And he's the future king so a movie about politics is necessary...right?

We all know that Mefy is the only one with a brain in their family...

But let's be honest, in reality this man is a Barbie movie watcher.

When he saw the trailer and heard people talk about it, he gave up all motivation he had for Oppenheimer and RAN to get tickets

He tried to get Levy to come with him, but he said no

That one guy to dress in full pink and yell ''HI BARBIE'' ''HI KEN'' at every single person he sees.

Every. Single. One.

He cries at the ending and he probably spent the whole movie insulting the antagonists

When he goes back home, he starts a deep conversation at dinner about feminism and womanhood

Does he buy Barbie merch? Fuck yes, he does.

Probably bitched for 20 minutes to Kaim about having seen Mikael at the theater

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕪

Oppenheimer.

I do not take any objections, this man goes to see Oppenheimer.

He spends his days reading books about war and military tactics, there's no way he wouldn't want to watch a movie about war and bombs

Plus he believes it makes him more mature than Lucia

In reality, the simple fact that Lucia asked him to go see Barbie together was enough for him to completely boycott the movie.

He's embarassed by Lucia's new greetings tactics

He goes with Mefy and is amazed by the plot of the movie

He's not a fan of the more dramatic side of the story, he finds it quite boring. But he LOVES the whole military and war aspect of it.

He probably asks Lucia to add a bomb to their weapons, afterall it would be perfect to annihilate the angels !

Totally no risks whatsoever, right?

He definitely has a list of advantages for it and notes he took while watching the movie.

Lucia said no.

You would think this man would go see Barbie, right? Afterall, he just got those Barbie vibes

𝕄𝕖𝕗𝕪

WRONG.

This guy goes to Oppenheimer, he thinks Barbie is too boring and not violent enough

What did you expect?He ordered the execution of his two brothers and closest servants in his bad ending

He doesn't care that Barbie actually hasa deeper meaning, it doesn't have near enough pain and despair for him to be interested by it

He just want to see people suffer

Isn't rooting for any camp in the movie

He's rooting for the bomb to explode on everyone

Goes with Levy to see the movie and takes mental notes for his evil plans

Mikael immediately throws them away once he receives them

Giggles when there's a tragic scene and rolls his eyes everytime a character survives

He wants everyone to perish

He's the guy to spoil the ending to the next wave of people going inside the room

He's not sorry about it

He would go watch Barbie to spoil it to Lucia later

He goes to see Barbie for two reasons

𝕆𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕕

The first one being Kurt and his damned sad puppy eyes

The second one being that Oppenheimer is way too intense for him. We know for a fact that Oswald is a very soft person and that he tries to keep control over the reaper side of himself so there's no way he's going to see a movie about war

And the movie would make him sad

He would also probably go crazy just by the blood on the screen

Therefore he goes to see Barbie and he might put on some pink accents and accessories just to make Kurt happy

But nothing more, he really doesn't want to stand out in the crowd.

Despite his best efforst to stay discret, he will be flirted with by TONS of people

A big muscular guy going to see Barbie ? Anyone would be luckuy to have him

Spends half of hi paycheck on the arcade games and on snacks because it's Kurt's first time going to the movie theater and he wants the boy to have the time of his life

He went with Kaim and Kurt, but somehow Noel ended up tagging along

Nobody knows how or why, Noel is just there.

Neither, he's too busy and he really doesn't care.

𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕞

If he really had a choice, he would go see Oppenheimer because it's more realistic and could potentially be useful for the upcoming war in Nightmare

Sadly, he doesn't actually have a choice and is dragged to go see Barbie with Lucia

Lucia really didn't take Levy's rejection very well

He has to stop Lucia from screaming ''HI BARBIE'' or ''HI KEN'' at every single stranger they see

Is actually embarassed by Lucia's antics and just wishes to go back to the manor

His headache worsen when Lucia and Mikael sports each other and start to argue in the movie theater

He's this close to leave without Lucia

Swears to himself that he won't even go see a movie to a movie theater again

He ends up going again with Kurt and Oswald because Kurt gave him the sad puppy eyes.

Please someone let this man rest

𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕥

Barbie.

And Kaim gets him a little pink suit just for the occasion.

Let's be honest, Kurt is just a child and seeing how sensible he was in the game, I think he deserves to go see a more upbeat and colorful movie than Oppenheimer.

Especially since he lives in a place where war is a common reality, I believe that making him go see Oppenheimer would just make him worry even more about the conflicts between the angels and demons in Nightmare.

And he's a sweetheart so he deserves to go have some fun and laugh !

Probably asked Kaim what was a gynecologist after the movie

Kaim regretted going against his self-promise

He totally begged Oswald and Kaim to come with him and he spent the whole movie whispering to them

Ends up whispering to Noel instead and they become friends

Barbie.

𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕝

If he could, he would rent out the whole move theater just to not see anyone and watch his damn movie in peace

He just hates other people

This man doesn't give a shit about potential military tactics or war, he has Ricardo for that

And he's nuts enough fpor the both of them

So he goes to watch Barbie and bringes Noel with him because he needs someone to gossip with

He's the type to give judgemental stares at other people in the queue

Ricardo tags along and ends up complaining about it despite not being forced to come

He was even strongly encouraged to not come at all

When he sees Lucia in the movie theater he immediately makes snippy comments and snarky remarks about his outfit

Mikael wouldn't dress in full pink, but he would add pink undertones to his robes

This man is clearly HOOKED by the plot of the movie

He's LIVING it

Can and will shush anyone else talking during the movie. He just wants the premium experience and he won't let those peons ruin it for him

Just like Kaim, he doesn't care. He doesn't have time for this.

ℕ𝕠𝕖𝕝

But Mikael requested he joins him to go see Barbie.

So obviously he will go see Barbie.

He will also wear pink accessories and undertones of his usual attire, just like Mikael

He finds the Kens annoying and overall thinks most of the characters are creepy

Like why are they always smiling ??

He ends up being invested and probably slapped/ shushed Ricardo at least 5 times in the frist 20 minutes of the movie

Please make this man shut up

Ends up getting lost in the bathroom and almost murders Lucas, but Mikael finds him before he does

Later on, Ricardo will drag him to go see Oppenheimer

He hates it. Not because of the plot but because Ricardo and his ''friends'' won't keep quiet for 5 minutes

He feels weird after the movie...Almost sad. It hit too close to home for his comfort. He usually doesn't mind bloos, he's an assassin afterall...But he didn't like the tight feeling in his chest during the dramatic scenes.

Almost murders Lucas in the bathroom again

But this time no one comes to find him

Ricardo forgot him at the movie theater

Noel is just standing there wondering what to do and spots Oswald,Kaim and Kurt from afar

He ends up watching Barbie a second time

He's pissy about being near them, especially Oswald, but he won't stop followi9ng them around either

He befriends Kurt

Mikael sends out a search party for him the next morning since he went to sleep to the demons' manor

Decides to tag along to go see Barbie

ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠

He will wear pink undertones like Mikael and if anyone dares to make fun of it they get a gun to their temple

He almost gets kicked out of the movie theater

Will make fun of Mikael and Noel all long the movie even though he's just as into it as them

Probably that one guy that doesn't see why Ken is the antagonist and doesn't understand the hidden message of the movie

He still boos Ken every time he appears on screen for shit and giggles

And whistle Barbie

For shit and giggles

Lucia accidentally says ''HI KEN'' to him and he was traumatised by the very lewd answer Ricardo gave him in return

Throws popcorn at the screen

Overall, he guy no one wants to have in their room at the movie theater

After he goes to see Oppenheimer with some friends

He drags Noel along to make him ''man up''

Ah toxic masculinity at it's finest

He ends p forgetting him at the movie theater

He's having the time of his life and laugh at everyone tragic scene

He hates every single character

But ta the edn, he grows attached to them and is on the edge of his seat

He will find a way to get Mikael to agree with a bomb fro the army

And he will totally spoil both movies to everyone just to be an asshole

Probably goes to both of them.

𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕤

He has no friends, please go with him

He somehow guesses the ending of both movies

He still cries at the ending of both movies and has no one to comfort him because he went alone

He absolutely loved Barbie and it only reinforced his feminist mindeset

Oltea has that effect on people

He wears a full bright pink outfit and gets so many compliments for it when he goes to see Barbie

He probably befriends the person sitting next to him

When he goes to the bathroom and sees Noel, he's thrilled to see the other man also went to see Barbie!

He ends up with a knife to his throat

When he goes to see Oppenheimer, he just gets sad

Why can't everyone find peace ? Why must people resolve their conflicts with violence and cruelty ?

Just like Noel, it hits too close to home for his comfort and he almost has a mental breakdown

He gets comforted by a group of nice ladies and when he goes to the bathroom to freshen up he sees Noel

Another knife to the throat!

Ends up going to a nearby bar with the group of ladies that comforted him and he finally found some friends

He's apart of the girls' club now