#i was desperate and tired of him destroying shit and fighting help he has like 5 enemies now

[plumbogs]

Romeo's moved back in :)

He taught Tango how to talk the rest of the way since he moved in with full motives. Community child raising effort.

Beatrice is still going strong and having fun :)

Simply doing phone calls is not enough to get Benedick happy again. I may have to do something drastic in an attempt to keep him from aging up depressed...

Mercutio came over to visit :) the gang is all here. Plus Bianca came over for her usual visit. Apparently Mercutio has ownership of the restaurant?? Fascinating. I will probably have him transfer it to Romeo or something.

Antonio maximized the logic skill, which came out of the blue. Good for him.

He's so mad that he's getting thorns in his feet on purpose.

WOLF BOY FINALLY HOWLED! Which, unfortunately, while it made Beatrice's and Antionio's night... it made Benedick spiral again. Frankly, his family sim wants are the worst things on the planet. He wanted to fall in love. Well... there's not really any women who he hasn't burnt a bridge with left anymore. And there is one best friend currently wandering around the lot. So, uh, he's platinum and in love with Beau now!! This won't end well but at least he's temporarily happy!!!

he just ignores this and plays chess with Bianca. i'm sure it'll make the dorms a normal and fine experience when they all move in together in 2 rounds.

in the meantime, romeo went out in search of himself.

[radiocrypt-id]

The bad kids haven't really looked too closely at the Rat Grinders (meta wise I know it's a commentary on different play styles and how shitty xp farming is and how op players/parties can become by doing the bare minimum if they put in the time while everyone else plays the damn game) but I find the split perspective problems absolutely fascinating. I can't wait for the Bad Kids to look at the Rat Grinders with envy and anger that the Rat Grinders got to live a normal highschool life without all this insane danger and experience being a teenager without it being the end of the world for them. Right now they just hate the Rat Grinders energy and are matching it back (which is a very high school thing to do. To have beef with a whole other group of kids and not even know why but you'll die on this hill because they started shit first)

Because to the Rat Grinders, from a purely outside perspective, the Bad Kids are fucking monarchs of the school, right? They skipped classes, ran around town, fought people, got arrested, hung out with a big devil? Every new staff member came at their recommendation? One of them has both her dads working at the school?? The destroyed school property, got teachers killed, straight murdered the coach? These fucking kids run around and are apparently scott-free? because the principal liked their chaos enough to let it go and help them avoid the police? To the Rat Grinders, the Bad Kids are untouchable. They're exempt from the law. They're liars, cheats and need to be humbled. It's unfair. From everyone elses perspective, it really does look like the Bad Kids have been given crazy favourtism.

Meanwhile, all of the Bad Kids have died at least once. They've been irreparably changed and are in a constant state of fight or flight. They assume everything is dangerous and anyone might be an enemy because for two goddamn years that was the exact case! They couldn't trust any adult first year! Literally anyone could have been infected with Kalina second year! who knows what happened with the Night Yord but I fucking bet they had issues with Yorbies pretending to be helpful just to kill them! Everyone, for two years, has been out to get them! They can't even sleep! And now they have to grind so hard or they fail. Adaine has a seemingly full time job after school basically every day because she literally can't afford to live? Fabian has taken on the most physically strenuous classes and sport one dude could and has dreams of also being a social legend because he's fucking lonely in that big house and he just wants to fill it. If anyone in the party fails or dies Riz is shit out of luck and wont ever get into a university? He so desperately wants his friends with him so he's working over time and ignoring his limits to make up for his party members not caring about the future. Fig is going through the strangest arc I've ever seen in my life? she's hard avoidant and taking three classes, so a 250% work load, because she's desperate to fill her time so she can't think about all the other work she has to do that if she ignores too long could crush her under the debt of her band from her label, or how alone she feels without her girlfriend around. Gorgug is so desperate to prove himself that he's doing four years of school work in one, trying to play catch up and also prove himself at the same time, he's taking it all so seriously but also is so fucking tired. And Kristen. Mother fucking Kristen "hey girlie" applebees. Expected to dedicate her life to a god with no direction, with the weight of failure being her gods death, while also being in school and also at your friends insistence needing to run for student body president and getting your priorities so mixed up and being completely left behind by her peers who didn't have to rework their entire world view and understanding of life in the span of a few months every few months.

The Bad Kids are in a terrible place. They're suffering. I want them to just say it out loud, to stop pretending they have it handled and are fine. I want Riz and Adaine to yell at the party to get their shit together. I want Fabian to tell someone how alone and abandoned her feels. I want Kristen to scream at Cassandra that she agrees, that it's not fair, she's just a kid, how could she be enough all on her own with no help? It sucks a god can only rely on a child, for both the god and child! They're both suffering from this arrangement! Neither is happy! I want Gorgug to beat the shit out of Porter with his inventions and rage at the same time, to make the best shit and use it in the most stunning way anyone has ever seen. I want Fig to finally get some freaking help, to have her teachers and parents reach out in a meaningful way and stop telling her to figure it out alone because clearly the pressure is too much for her to handle and she's drowning. I want someone, anyone, to look at the Bad Kids and tell them to stop. To help them. But I know it wont be that easy. I know it'll be the Rat Grinders yelling at how unfair it is the Bad kids get everything while they're on the sidelines that'll get under the Bad Kids skin and they'll yell about how awesome they are and that they didn't ask for any of this shit to happen to them and to fuck off. I know it's gonna get so much worse before it gets better. I know they'll figure it out and that it'll be a painful road there.

[hopelessrromantix]

Sending a less intense ask now that I know you didn't disappear. How about Miguel x male reader who's cannon event was losing his husband, his worlds Miguel. (Hurt/Comfort)

Or Miguel, who's afraid to hurt the reader bc his fangs/powers/strength/etc. So reader has to show him that they're stronger than they look. (Angst/Fluff, optional Smut)

Or Miguel and reader having a secret relationship, but it's hard to keep it that way when he's so desperate for your attention all of the time (Smut, cough semi-public cough)

These are just some ideas, but there's no pressure to answer any of them. Have a good day :)

Might write your other ideas too, ngl...

Slightly more angst whoops.... sorry?

The first time you met Miguel had been a very long time ago.

It was a glance at first. Just a random man visiting the doctor's area of your lab. Perfectly normal.

Then it was a conversation. Then a date. Then a proposal, and before long you were married and happy.

You were originally working on a biological project, which was the spider that made you the Spiderman of your world. And though Miguel was nervous, he was supportive nonetheless.

Unfortunately, like all your counterparts, your unavoidable canon had resulted in Miguel's death, something you never got over. No matter how long passed, your heart felt just as heavy thinking about your husband.

You'd tried just about everything to get him back, even if he wasn't the same.

Experiments, A.I., anything that came to mind. But it was never him.

Maybe it had destroyed you a bit.

Maybe you spent too long torturing yourself in your head, trying to cover any sense of loss with the humor so traditional of a spider.

And maybe, just maybe, you missed him more than you could handle.

It wasn't until you swung face first into an anomaly (literally, a wall had basically materialized in front of you) that your life changed again.

Before you could blink, a man in a dark suit had been tackled to the ground. He was forming stone walls around him, attempting to stand back up.

Judging by the large stature of the man behind him, that wasn't happening.

The suit drew your attention first. It looked weirdly like the one Miguel had helped you make years before. Not the same, but close.

Several other people were with him, each one with different but similar outfits.

"Uhhh should I be fighting you guys, or…?" You questioned, looking over the group. You were prepared for a fight, but they seemed too calm to be villains like those you usually fought.

The tall man looked over to you, nodding to a woman next to him, dressed in all red.

"No, but we owe you an explanation."

And they gave you one, explaining that you weren't really as unique as you thought, but in a much more fulfilling way. You were one of many, many universes out there.

They showed you HQ, a place full of slightly different variations of yourself.

And with that, you had one single question.

Is he out there somewhere too?

After that moment the tour was a blur. Your mind was too caught up in running over the ways to ask if you could find your husband. Even just seeing him from a distance. Anything would do.

"Hey, big guy?"

The man in front of you seemed unimpressed, even in the dim light of his workspace.

"What's the rule on going to see people in other universes? Like, you came to my world so shit wouldn't go sideways if I visited someone, would it?"

It wasn't the first time Miguel had been asked that, of course. They all lost someone, of course they'd ask to see them again. The only issue was breaking the fabric of reality. And the fact that Uncles, Aunts, and anyone else really was dead in most worlds.

"No you cannot see dead loved ones."

His mask faded away, a serious look on his face. "We all have canon events…"

He was talking. You knew he was talking.

But his eyes were so tired.

It had been a long time since you'd seen him, but he looked so much less… alive.

But you'd take any version of alive.

You couldn't hear anything he said. You were too busy studying every feature on his face, watching him carefully.

"Miguel?"

He paused. "We know each other on your Earth?"

"We don't on yours?" You asked with a twinge of sadness in your voice, wishing a parallel you could've been happy with him.

"Uh, yeah, hi, I was planning to step in a little sooner but, uh, whoops."

The flash of a woman floating in the air next to Miguel stopped you. Layla, as Spid- Miguel had introduced her earlier.

"Layla I'm in the mid-"

"Shockingly it's more important than whatever you're saying," she huffed. "In Y/n's world he joined the research team that eventually made the spider that bit him, in Miguel's world Y/n had joined a completely different company. You two didn't meet the same way in your worlds."

"Okay?" Miguel questioned, opening his mouth to continue complaining about Layla interrupting.

"Yeah, but on Y/n's Earth-"

"We're married. You… you saved the lives of a family and died in the process."

You could see his heart break for you. For most people, the shift in expression would be nothing. In fact, it was very well hidden. But you knew him.

And he knew loss more than most. And though he didn't know you, he knew what you felt.

Layla flashed away, leaving the two of you in the low light of Miguel's office.

"I'm sorry."

He was so much more broken than you remembered.

"I got to see you, that's all I wanted." You smiled, looking over his features with a sense of calm you hadn't felt since Miguel's death.

"Would you wanna take another walk? Maybe I could show you around my world." You suggested. You'd be happy just seeing him, you really would. But you'd be even happier spending time with him.

"You understand that-"

"It's not like you'd have to go back to my world forever. And I would've stayed alone there anyway, I doubt I would be wrecking some happy future life, Miguel."

His eyes narrowed. "But you-"

"You don't know me, it's okay. I'm not asking you to do anything. Hell even this is enough for me. Just talking to you, for any length of time"

"You aren't hearing m-"

"Losing you was the worst day of my life." He quieted a bit, letting you speak. "We all have canon events right? I'm sure you understand how much it hurt, then."

You took a breath. This was more overwhelming than you expected it to be, which was saying something.

"You don't know me, Miguel,.and technically I don't know you either. But we got along pretty well in my world? At least consider being my friend?" You asked, a hopeful look on your face as you stared at the much more tired version of your husband.

"Please, Miguel?"

He stared at you a minute, his eyes softer than they were a minute before. He glanced down at your hand before looking back up at your face.

"You should leave, Y/n."

Your hand dropped slowly as you tried not to let your heart break again.

And you listened.

[blingblong55]

The A Team - 141 + König

This is based on a request:

Warnings: mentions of Self Harm, Depression, blood, Suicide, (i have linked websites that can help you in times like this.)

MDNI, 18+, no smut i just feel the need for no minors to read shit like this.

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It has been the worst of weeks. Your mental health has been getting worse and worse. You lost interest in all of your favorite things, you even started to get tired of pretending. But oh you tried. All of the things you used to love have now turned into something bitter. The team, they’ve known about your mental health, now, in most cases the military would’ve discharged you, but Price, he kept it a secret, knows this is your only escape from your dark thoughts.

Around 1 am, your mind turned for worst. All of your own demons crawled out, picking at you. Your weak self laying on the floor, feeling so numb to the tears and heartache you caused yourself. You cried and cried, at some point you knew it was time to finally give in and hurt yourself. You got up from the floor and walked to the door, you locked it, blocking the door and grabbed the knife Ghost gave you as a present.

You cut deep, the blade leaving red trails. And for the first time, you felt something good, smiling as this new pain gave you some pleasure. Blood started to spill out of your body. Staining the ground. And then, grief came by. Who would they talk to? Would they blame themselves? So you reached for your phone and send them a text through the group chat. “Thanks for everything, I love you all. Goodnight.”

You dropped your phone as the loss of blood made your body weak. And you just sat against the wall, looking at your own mess, slowly watching your skin loose life.

The men receive this text, at first clueless, then Price ran into the common room. “Where are they?!” The men all looked at each other, “their room..shit..their room!” They all ran, almost pushing each other down. They knocked and knocked. You were too lost to even hear them. How desperate they were. How they pleaded you through the door. In their years of training, nothing, ever lead them to this. How could they managed this? How could they ever fucking fix this? “Please, c’mon kid, please, open the damn door.” You just looked at it, your body feeling numb. Tears streamed down your face. Oh god, what did you do? Ghost and König kicked the door, after much fight that is. Soap and Price saw you first. Gaz, gosh he was the most destroyed at this image. He couldn’t get another look at you. Price was frozen, like time had stopped for him. Soap was on his knees, he never knew he’d see you here. Always pictured your end differently. Maybe in a few more decades, with grandkids, telling them the badass he was as a teammate. Ghost acted first, his cradled your fragile body in his arms. Poor König, he tried to stop the bleeding, but he couldn’t, the cuts were too deep. How could they ever explain this to the higher ups? ”please, please, please.” Ghost cried for the first time since his own family was taken from him. “Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke down, leaving him nude to his emotions. He was a mess, all through the room, his cries could be heard. And you? You couldn’t stop him, but just listen as he poured his ever last bit of soul into those cries. Price pushed ghost away, he ran with you in his arms to the medical center at base. A bloody Ghost trailed behind. Gaz, König and Soap stayed behind. No one said a word. Soap nudged at König’s arm. They both went to hug Gaz, who by some point was on the floor, curled into a ball, his own tears choking him. “No, no no” he cried, not being able to accept that this was the way you wanted to leave..him..them.. all of them. “C’mon Gaz, we have to clean up.” Soap said, his head nuzzled with Gaz’s shoulder. Letting himself too, break down. König, he couldn’t take another look at the mess. In all his career with the military, not once was he afraid of death, or others blood as he saw it splattered on floors. But tonight, he was afraid, it was as if he was 8 all over again. He was eating lunch when a bully came up to him, pushing him, and poor König, cried. Wept for his mum, wanting to be cuddled until the tears stopped.

Yes he was a tall man, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have feelings. You after all, had been the one to accept him as he came. All of his scars, his problems. That was you, the one who loved them all even after all the storm. You who loved too hard and fought too fast for them. The one that made empty cold base’s feel like home for them.

———

“Merry Christmas!” You exclaimed one morning, after waking up and placing an entire christmas tree at the center of base. Gifts everywhere, comfortable pj’s and a warm breakfast. ———

“Hey ghost, watch me,” “Are you watching me ghost?”

“yes r/n” he acted annoyed, but deep down, he loved it. Loved how you annoyed him like his brother once did.

———

“Dont you fucking touch my friend here!”

“You didn’t have to defend me r/n”

“But..König…i…what they said was mean..”

“I know, and that’s okay, people have their own opinions”

“Not with me”

You chased the rude soldiers around base that day.

———

“Come on in”

Gaz stepped inside, he had a nightmare. You had been his safe place every night this happened.

“Thanks” his voice so soft and gentle

“Anytime.” You two laid in bed. You cuddled him, watching and protecting him as he slept.

———

“Look price..I’m you!” ”so it appears”

“Hahahahha!!…dont fooking touch me cigar yeah?” You laughed so hard, a fake cigar in your mouth nearly choked you.

It was now a picture of you and him, dressed the same as his phone wallpaper and the small picture he carries in his wallet.

———

“SCOTLAND FOREVER!”

You exclaimed as soap carried you on his back around base. You and him dressed with kilt’s. All morning Ghost chased you two.

“Fuck ya king ye?!”

“Oh you fucks.”

“Run soap..run!!”

———

It’s incredible to think they had a million more memories with you. And all slowly dying with you. Price and Ghost slept in your hospital room. Nurses coming in almost every hour. They barely got any sleep. Taking turns as they watched over you. Crying and awkwardly staring at each other as they did this.

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[ultfreakme]

Zuko's character arc is not lost it's clickbait

*Tired sigh* EarlyGame released an article saying "Zuko's character arc is lost!" in the live action and have said that Zuko's character motivation has shifted from chasing Aang to restore his honor to now chasing Aang to help the FN win the war. They use the short promo clip of Dallas Liu's Zuko writing a letter/journal about the Avatar to say that, especially when he says the line "it is my duty to capture the Avatar".

First of all, I read the article, because I got concerned too. Honor is a large pat of his motivation, we also got a trailer clip of Zuko telling Aang "You are the enemy of the Fire Nation!". We know Zuko didn't hunt Aang for the war.

Except.

New audiences do not know that Zuko's chasing Aang for his honor. The first premise we as an audience knew when we watched the cartoon was this;

Fire Nation is taking over the world

Aang is the only one who can stop them

The Fire Prince is chasing Aang and getting in his way

When we are introduced to Zuko, Sokka talks about invaders and spies from the Fire Nation. Zuko then attacks the village and destroys Sokka's wall with his ship and fights him. From all of this, we get the impression that Zuko's here with animosity towards SWT along with the goal to capture the avatar for the FN.

We, the OG viewers, did NOT know Zuko was doing this as a necessity due to his banishment until The Storm, halfway through the series. We thought he's just in competition with Zhao and being an asshole FN Prince. It was a huge twist and a spoiler that contributed heavily to us sympathizing with Zuko when we learned the real reason.

The Live Action isn't just for the original fans, it's for everyone. What is blatantly obvious to us is not for those who are going to watch it with brand new eyes. Zuko doing this due to his banishment is a surprise and they're 100% trying to maintain it for the live action too.

Zuko's arc of honor is also impossible to be removed btw, because we SEE clips of Ozai attacking Zuko, Zhao is still his competition. These characters and incidents are the bedrock of establishing the 'honor' motivation so no it's not gone.

In addition, it makes sense for Zuko to at least tell other people that he's trying to capture Aang for the Fire Nation. In the og series he didn't give a shit about the war, which makes sense, but Zuko is a Prince, an heir to the throne. He would've been deep in the propaganda. It's like;

Father wants to win the war -> Father has banished me-> The Avatar is a huge obstacle in the way of the war -> He has assigned me the task of capturing the Avatar -> I AM important to the war! -> So war= avatar's capture= me being vital -> The war and capturing the avatar, an honor mission, become one and the same.

If Zuko frames his mission as serving the Fire Nation, despite his banishment, he can think himself as still being a part of the royal family.

Nothing has drastically changed, I honestly think it's a good addition to include Zuko's thoughts on the war itself because of course the PRINCE of the FIRE NATION would have an opinion on the war. It is impossible for him to not think the Fire Nation is deserving of their victories.

Literally every single time I've seen people freak out over things, it's over a clickbait title, the article writers badly misinterpreting things, or people going into this convinced that the Live Action is bad. A conclusion has been made, and people are desperately searching for evidence even if it's false.

[peachysunrize]

I had tried to take the leaks with a grain of salt, but now I can say that this really really sucks. I'm reading comments calling Aemond disgusting and cheering on Alicent and Helena for "putting him in his place". They gave Daemon a redemption arc just because they want the general audience to root for him at the Gods Eye. Well, jokes on them, I’ll stan Aemond even more. They glossed over b&c as much as possible and no one gives a shit about baby Jaehaerys. Alicent's character is destroyed beyond repair. Team Green is destroyed. The writers are so biased in favor of TB and girboss Rhae Rhae that season 3 is going to be unwatchable. I had such high hopes and now I'm just tired. The actors were great, it's not their fault. Ewan had the bare minimum of screen time and managed to make me empathize with his character, often without even having a line. But if the script is shit the actors can't do anything about it and you can't expect much from writers who write lines like the one about Aegon's cock and the goatfuckers slur. Ultimately, the thing I liked the most about this season, aside from a bunch of scenes, was the press tour, especially all the Tom and Ewan’s interviews. And the fanfics of course. 💚

Since you mentioned everything, I’ll go ahead and give my two cents on the episode (if you want later the whole season in another one) in this post

There are many things that bugged me this episode.

First things first I’m gonna start with Aegon cause I’ve seen so little of him on my dash today.

Aegon is an underdog. He didn’t want to become king, yet here he is! The cost of it was nearly his life by the hands of his brother. He has to feel betrayed and tossed aside, which he is in fact, but what did we get from him? His dick is like a sausage on a spot. Right. Because there aren’t ANY other factors to talk about, the writers decided to give us yet anotherrrrr disgusting hypersexualizing moment that Aegon talks about his DICK while Larys is saying important things.

About Helaena

I get that they’ve made her into this autistic sweet girl and I’ll stand by her side, but… doesn’t she have a motherly instinct AT ALL? I mean yeah Alicent is the only mother she has seen in her life, but like your son was beheaded in front of you, why don’t you want to idk even SCREAM? The cause your brother is fighting for, THE CAUSE YOUR SON WAS BEHEADED FOR, needs your help…

Aemond

I’ve talked about his scene with Helaena on the balcony, but I’ll say it again; Aemond showing weakness means he is DEEPLY disturbed and troubled. He is desperate to grasp at any chance he can to bring someone on his side because he has no one, absolutely no fucking person, and he has to fight for his and his family’s life ALONE! The same family who ran away and left the war THEY caused for him to deal with. I would have been so angry Dragonstone would melt without me even setting it on fire. HE. IS. ALONE. Even if he didn’t burn Aegon do you think he would have taken Aemond’s side??? He would keep humiliating him, but they are siblings, AND NOW HIS MOTHER AND SIBLINGS HAVE LEFT HIM TO DEAL WITH THIS MESS ALL BY HIMSELF!! The only person he’ll have is Daeron but they probably wouldn’t meet.

Alicent

I don’t even know where to start lmao… The fact that in season one she was ready to MURDER Rhaenyra for Aemond, but now she hates him so much she has to flee from him to RHAENYRA and spoil his plans and OPENING THE GATES FOR HER— not to mention how she fucking nodded at “a son for a son” as if Jaehaerys’ death is totally forgotten (probably has). SHE GAVE RHAENYRA — THE FRIEND WHO ONCE HELD LOVE FOR ME (the fact that she doesn’t even know if she still has affection for her is soooo funny like girl stop wilding and sit and think) — HER ELDEST CHILD!!!!!!!!!! THE CHILD SHE HAD TO GIVE BIRTH TO AT 15!!!! THE SAME CHILD SHE WAS RAPED FOR AND ANOTHER WOMAN WAS CUT OPEN FOR— I CANT begin how furious she made me. Nothing can make me like her again, not when she chose Rhaenyra whose friendship with ended the moment Luke took Aemond’s eye over her children.

[mari-lair]

For @kittytheartist-rambles

(Kannagi AU: Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3)  

Akane desperately tried to hold on for any hope that Aoi can still be saved but Teru destroyed any solution he come up with, holding him down when the constant denial makes him hysterical and repeating the message until Akane finally accepted that the pit Aoi was thrown on is the point of no return.

Akane shut down, not drinking the water Teru had given him or moving from his seat on the cave ground. Is like he is a shell of himself.

Teru asks how many times he used the cursed clock and it takes some insistence for Akane to pay enough attention to process his question and admit that he used 15 minutes with Teru and 17 with various monsters on their failed escape, losing 32 years of his life. It’s a marvel such a reckless boy would get so much to live in such a dangerous world, though Teru supposes Aoi’s sacrifice brought safety for everyone, which made Akane's previously long lifespan possible.

Akane feels more grounded after a while and asks why did Teru told the village he was dead? Why couldn’t he lie to save Aoi too? Why only save him? Teru gives him a logical answer, about how her death means years of safety while Akane’s is unnecessary. It feels cold, borderline cruel, compared to Akane’s raw pain so he grows agitated, demanding to know why Teru let him talk with Aoi when it went against the village orders, why Teru played the part of Aoi’s friend if he was going to kill her.

That crack some of Teru’s control, and he baits Akane into a fight, it became a fistfight. Akane hoped doing something would help but he still doesn’t feel better when he lands a punch on Teru, or when he is beaten. What is the point in anything? It won’t bring Aoi back.

Teru notice he isn’t nearly as much of a challenge as usual, and kicks him when he falls, expecting Akane to yell for a rematch but the boy doesn't move from the ground, admitting he has no motivation to fight when he knows Aoi isn't here to bandage him. Teru gets angry at him for giving up, because fighting does help him feel less overwhelmed and Akane was taking that from him, but he ends up falling in silence with Akane again. 

They stay alone with their thoughts for a while, and it starts to rain, the heavy rain grow into a storm, and while Teru isn't affected by it, he doesn't trust Akane to take care of himself. Terus no longer needs armor in a world with no supernaturals but he compensates for the loss in weight with many kimono layers (it makes him feel safer),  able to spare the outer layer of his clothes to Akane, wrapping it around his shoulder.

Akane is tempted to throw his stupid kimono into the rain, wary of any show of kindness, but shut up when Teru shares the promise he made with Aoi, of looking after him. Teru notices how it get his full attention and tries to use Aoi to make Akane get his shit together, claiming she would want her best friend to live life to the fullest, at least try to find happiness, not waste away. Akane disagrees, claiming Aoi is the type of girl to say “I wish you find happiness.” when she is at her most depressed and spiteful, tired of watching others be happy without her. Teru thinks about the way she tried to drag him with her to the pit of death, how she wasn’t crying when she did it, and feeling unsure if her cold look was because of the drug or because Aoi genuinely wanted him dead after ruining their escape.

Teru never saw her cry for him, but she got misty-eyed when he first beat up Akane, fearing he would die, and when she was dragged out of the cave. Worried for Teru at times, but only in tears for Akane. He feels bitter about it so he tries to hide it by teasing Akane for it, surprised to learn Akane had never seen Aoi cry before their failed escape, not even when the village threw rocks at her.

For a full week, that's how any interaction went, leading to silence or to talking about Aoi. Failing to comunicate what they want or not sure what to do when they catch how the other is feeling.

Teru spend most of his time with his siblings, pushing his grief down, but whenever he reached Akane’s cave with food or blankets, he is always there.  Something about Akane still felt strange, not as full of fire and determination as usual, but at least, he started to be more active, telling Teru he discovered a river he can get water while he was with his family instead of wasting away in the cave, and asking for Teru’s help learning what plants are edible and how to hunt certain fishes, always indulging in spars, slowly starting to fight like usual.

“If you move to the next city, i’ll make sure to visit you, you don’t need to stay in this cave” and Akane nods but he still doesn’t leave the cave.

Teru has been good at bottling up his emotions, at dealing with loss, but he was eventually forced to attend to a big party to celebrate Aoi’s death and was forced to use all his self-control to remain silent at everyone’s comments about Aoi, and occasionally even Akane.  He had arrived a bit late to his meeting with Akane, and his moves are too reckless when they spar that day,  hurting his palm by something stupid. Akane notices something is off, forcing him to sit down, and cleaning his injury. It leaves Teru feeling too much and he hit his breaking point, hiding his tears with his arms. It startled Akane, having been convinced exorcists can't cry. It’s awkward as hell, but Akane hug him, softening when Teru eventually clings to it, not nearly as gentĺe as Aoi, frankly, the way Teru claw his back hurt, but Akane understands.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Please may I have a One piece funny headcanon of a typical family thing of when you (Sanji's teenage daughter age 16 *you know the rest about her including that she is basically a good cook and everything*) and your little brother Ame (Sanji's son age 10 *he has the uncanny identical resemblance to his father and everything*) fight over Ame's toy rabbit, pulling at it and everything when Ame wanted to take it with him on a new island but you refused because you will end up carrying it when Ame gets tired. You made a big mistake of tearing it in half during a fight and you..oh shit..faced death big time when he looked at you with an angry expression which was exactly like Dads and his leg ability was awakened..it was a desperate fight for survival in this case and..it was a bit of a worry. Ame knocked Dad out before he could actually stop the fight and that was when you were truly screwed..you almost died back then when you upset your baby brother by destroying the rabbit by accident.

https://youtu.be/SxopkKnUAtA (to help you with the Headcanon..you may need to go to the part of when the siblings started fighting)

Hi again friend. I'm not a big fan of Naruto/Boruto (the video you show) (I’m one of those weirdos that doesn’t like Naruto) but I loved this so much. So here we go!

Headcannon of Sanji Getting a Diable Jambe to the Face by his Son

Kids will be kids, they fight

And like kids, Sanji’s child are no exception to the rules

Sanji wasn’t one of those parents to settle every fight for his kids

So when you and your little brother were arguing about him taking his toy rabbit, Sanji let you two settle it

Your little brother wanted to take it but you didn’t want him to because you’d have to carry it and you weren’t his or anyone’s pack mule

The two of you pulled it back and forth back and forth

After about 2 minutes, rip!

The Rabbit was now in two

The mini Sanji that you called your brother was now angry

And not the cute kind of angry

Yes, there is a cute kind of angry, when kids get whiny

It’s adorable

But this little boy was on fire

Literally!

You knew you were screwed

So you ran

Sanji ran to see what all the noise was about

And that’s when it happened

The poor love cook got a diable jambe to the face

As he laid on the ground he now understood the true power of diable jambe

He now started to feel bad for all the people he kicked now

Nami and Chopper went to see what was going on.

Chopper went to take care of Sanji

While Nami took care of you and your brother

With her “tough love” methods aka a smack to the head

Nami fixed the rabbit

Thankfully

Sanji decided that he was going to have to settle your arguments from now on

And if he was having trouble with it, he’d call Nami

[myrfing]

lol. arknights syndrome. so the game likes to evade taking a stance itself on anything but welp i just finished twilight of wolumonde and it has the same. arknights syndrome. what the story established as its fact is:

- the aboriginal people of the region were all more or less considered by the protagonists to be wiped out. the last remaining “true” i.e. pureblooded winterwisp is an old dying-dead guy who now believes his previous resistance to lethanian occupation amounted to nothing more than “killing innocents”, and he has a fascination with the “civilized progress” of the iron cities as much as he simultaneously loathes them and sees it almost like “simple progress that could not be averted”. though he maintains his grief at the loss of his home and people, he is marked mainly by regret at his attempts to fight (portrayed as an obsession with empty vengeance that is the main story theme here) instead of assimilate

- the “non pureblood” (lol) descendants of the winterwisps are not considered true aborigines of the mountains and are mostly portrayed to be idiotic, angry, short-sighted, and self-obsessed “regular citizens” who co-opt the old resistance of the “true winterwisps” and use their racial identity as a flimsy political justification to join the mad chaotic leftist mob. they had not helped the original cause of the “true” winterwisps and left them to be wiped out (which is kind of weird to say because they would have been babies back then but whatever)

- said radical leftist mob mostly has the same substance: they’re a coalition of infected, people of winterwisp descent, and workers who are dissatisfied with the management of the town (which is shown to be…..well-meaning but at the whim of the national government) and its continual bowing to the lethanian nobility. overcome with mindless, shortsighted anger, lit aflame by the murder of dr. atro and her patients, they wreak havoc on wolumonde and uh are going to destroy the grain stores and cause everyone to starve and die because they are paranoid that the local government is withholding resources from them after the catastrophe. the mob is portrayed as wicked, somewhat given in to base instinct, itching to place blame on the wrong people, and desperate to wield the power of “the mob” for personal gain, as well as coopting the power of the mudrock squad by stealing reunion’s name and dragging them into the conflict. when shit goes south, they immediately start calling the sarkaz slurs and say these extremely on the nose lines:

- the sole point afforded to this mob is that they are rightfully angry at the nobility’s absurd treatment of wolumonde and that uh. they left wolumonde unpoliced lol. either way, everyone agrees the nobility is absurd, but the leftists are portrayed to be misdirecting their anger and vengeance on the local govt and causing pointless harm. it’s reiterated multiple times that the infected quarter has it really good or whatever, and experiences relatively little discrimination in wolumonde; RI even suspects discrimination but is refuted in the end and their struggles in the wake of the catastrophe are shown to be uh equally distributed throughout the entire town

- the local govt is headed by schultz severin, a gritty, suicidal, realistic, tired, centrist, loyal servant of the town, and a veteran member of the militia that wiped out the aboriginal people of the area (he displays a sort of melancholy about this and finds an odd connection with the last winterwisp survivor, who infected him, because he believes them both to sort of be the people who survived the penultimate result of “revenge”. it’s not really gone into deeper than this). He has given up everything and all personal morality for the ethical good and the order of the town, including questioning the murder of his own son. he stands above the identity politics of the mob as he hides his infection and sufferings. He’s recognized by mudrock and the last winterwisp as a “true warrior” and is on the side of the protagonists for the most part, and is shown to be noble, enlightened to the inner proceedings and consequences of the larger political field in a way the angry leftist mob is not, and is somewhat of a “good man in bad circumstances” martyr in the story, succumbing to injuries and his infection exacerbated by his passively suicidal habit of smoking in and the long fight against the angry leftist mob, and dreaming of an ideal world where everyone holds hands in the conclusion

- some of schultz and his men’s energy is also spent on trying to deescalate unrest from the side of a faction of noninfected business owners and other citizens who are pissed at the angry leftist mob and begin to take up arms and say things like “after all we’ve done for you people”; this is a huge thing in thr story where neither side in the conflict had really “done anything wrong”, tensions were just exacerbated by dire circumstances and now innocent-but-stupid people are now engaging in warfare

- the real spark of the conflict is tied back not to either side having done something of actual cause (previous to the senseless leftist rioting ig) but because of a catastrophe messenger who deducts that wolumonde will be left to die as a backwater town by the lethanian nobility and thus manipulates the town into civil unrest to draw the aid of outside intervention (RI, and later the larger lethanian govt?). he is said to have been a part of a shady ultra-utilitarian faction within the messengers who use the contingency contracts and the relative neutrality of them to carry out the nebulous and esoteric goal of “fighting catastrophes”. They (in ayerscarpe’s pov) conflate catastrophes with manmade horrors and thus combat them with extremist methods like what they did here at wolumonde. this messenger is theorized to have either colluded or been in leagues with a very skilled lethanian caster— which implicates a noble or someone higher up in the lethanian hierarchy than wolumonde itself. the nature of catastrophes and what they symbolize in the arknights universe is up for debate so I’ll leave it out of this recap but this leaves this architect of the events in a very ??? either or zone

- this story is threaded through by the internal conflict of folnic, who seeks to avenge her murdered coworker and friend. she is on “the side of truth”, so she is disapproving of severin’s lack of regard for it, and is even harsher in the mindless, uninformed leftist mob, and is quick to brutalize them to seek it. folnic has an interesting past with grappling with vengeance and its outcomes, with her mother having died to carry out her vengeance and leaving her alone in the care of kal’tsit. it’s something that she feels has defined her life and something she is compelled to find meaning in and thus carry out even if she knows it’s ultimately futile and meaningless, and she spends most of the event in turmoil, ultimately realizing she herself is much like the angry leftist vengeance mob, who seek an outlet for their pain at the expense of what may be right or reasonable. this does not change her approach of anything, but it’s something she just uh acknowledges and her verdict of drawing a parallel between her selfish personal pain and the aims of the faux-reunion mob isn’t questioned further

- suzuran is there to be an innocent and pure child who sees the simple nature of things to contrast the violence and senselessness of the angry leftist mob. she and the others from RI, as usual, side with law enforcement to put down the “insurgents” and restore law and order to the settlement

so uh. where do I even start

[euphor1a]

besties wanted jk n mingyu so i gib jk n mingyu🤩

— or, a small bit of the very messy outline of my death the junggyu fic™. totally unedited and raw (intentional). kept that way so that one can feel the original vibes i was feeling when i was brainstorming this on a random 3 am 😙

fwb popular!jk & campus crush jock!mg 

jk is popular for very obvious (? or is it) reasons 🤭, almost made him a fuckboy but nah not really. man’s terrified of commitment so he used to sleep around often, kinda.

but then he finds our oc and *cough* *cough* legitimately falls. still not willing to commit tho 🙄 hence the “fwb” (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

our poor oc... sigh. let’s just say they’re on different pages :/ and our girl is tired of jk’s bs, desperately trying to gather herself and actually move on.

SHE DESERVES SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY WANTS TO BE W HER!!!!

incoming our campus crush kim mingyu 😍

man’s so fine that everyone can feel themselves physically swooning when he’s around 😫

he’s also a jock 😼, not entirely sure which sport i want him to play though... (?🏀)

NOW NOW!! this man is one of those guys who rejects all advances but his love-life is pretty much non-existent (sounds like the biggest lie but yes,,,)

rumor says he used to be nasty nasty at first apparently 👀 but then he found better people as friends and changed 🤨? did a total 180°?

on this random evening after a session, oc asks jk to help her make mg jealous (?) idk she just needs his ✨ATTENTIONNNNNN✨!!! am i self-projecting? am i?

oc always knew him (who wouldn’t), but she was introduced face to face with theeee kmg by jk 🤠

she actually got pretty close to jk’s friend group cause she tagged along w jk to group hang outs frequently (fyi, it was jeon jungkook who would drag her w him 💀)

and 👉🏼👈🏼 she developed this silly little crush on mg 🙈

later on, as oc realized jeon jk is hellbent on staying “friends”, she decided to give other people a chance.

she secretly hopes that if she dates someone else, maybe jk can see and come back to his MFING SENSES

but anyway, our girl is a bit too deep into the mingyu rabbit-hole by now also 😔✋🏼

sulky n pouty jk being mad about oc liking mg… cause guess what!? junggyu homies 😔✊🏼

hmm…. jk still fucking oc in the midst of that ish cuz why not 🫣 n he’s mad too so kinda hate fucking? anyway — oc convinces jk bc she is a simp for mg same girl i feel u and jk agrees half-heartedly cause he would actually give her the whole world 🙄 just stupid ass simps everywhere!!

jk thinks that mg will never say yes 🙃 so deep down he’s like making plans about how he’s gonna absolutely destroy oc and punish her once she gets her heart broken by the campus crush 🥴

like??? BITCH LOOK WHOS TALKING? men are so dense sometimes like WHAT EVEN CANT YOU SEE THAT YOU HURT OC TOO (maybe in a worse way tbh)

sigh... so anyway.

mg thinks oc is prettiest ever & attractive asf and he gets butterflies and stuff when she’s around 🥰🦋 but he never made a move bc he knows there’s sumn fishy going on between oc n his friend 😩

SURPRISE! that man has been pining over oc from who knows when 😦

no one except him knows about it though 😔 (well... you guys know now)

moving forward 👾

jk being grumpy n fighting oc every 10 secs for the dumbest things bc she fell for his bff out of all people 🤡 (but jk is an asshole too cuz bro should’ve stopped saying shit like “we are nothing but friends”?? like yk you can’t just expect a girl to be your fwb for the rest of your life?? 🙄 plus she caught feelings for you n you were a dumb bitch abt it... she deserves to be loved, verbally, physically, mentally and in all the ways 😔🥺)

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... i think i spoiled a bit too much 😵‍💫! but yea here you go!! if you have any thoughts about this, feel free to share them through asks or comments! i’d love to hear them! and, for this once, i request to not rb 🙈! i wouldn’t be the most comfortable seeing this reblogged 😭

[definitelynotfrankincense]

Alright I've had a week so you know what, it's time for Sonic posting. Rather, Shadow posting. Copypasting a rant I found scribbled down in a notepad from I don't know how long ago.

There's a pretty huge disconnect between the various Shadows we've known. Most will say there are 2 or 3, but I think there are 6. A seasoned Shadow fan will obviously tell you SA2 Shadow is a different character from any of the others, and I agree. But I branch off from that and say that Heroes, Battle, Shadow 05, Sonic 06 and Meta-era are all distinctly different Shadows, too.

SA2, pre-mindscrew, was already agonizing over his purpose. That is all we know about pre-mindscrew Shadow. For the rest of the game, he's dealing with said mindscrew on top of the ARK Incident having basically happened yesterday for him. He is sad, he is angry, and he's been brainwashed to want the world to burn. He has a little bit of a fun streak in how he words things, though. The sadness and anger are rightfully still there even after realizing his memories were altered, but his reason for acting is still exactly the same: The dying wish of Maria.

Heroes seems to be Shadow at his most pure state. There is nothing really bogging him down at that point, and his interactions with the other characters are pretty positive and fun. You can see bits of his SA2 self in there with some of the odder things he says. This is the last time where he even seems to be having fun without it being at someone else's expense.

Battle is an oddball game straddling canon and non canon in general. But this Shadow has a good chunk (or all) of his memories and is very hung up on his past. He cannot be post-Shadow 05, as he doesn't care about his past anymore after that, but he also can't be pre-Shadow 05 because he has way clearer memory of his past. I think this is what a lot of people kind of wanted from him as a character at the time (and kind of still now), since they expect him to have kept his memories of Maria as dear to him.

Shadow 05 is... a mess of characterization. They fumbled super hard, but I think I get what they were going for, so I'll just go off of what I think the intention was. He's as haunted as he was in SA2 (both about his purpose and the ARK Incident) but without the context for it, he's desperate, he's being pulled every which way and being told who he is by everyone he meets, and his sense of self is fragile. He is very emotional. But the way this is all portrayed does not feel at all like an in-between point of Heroes and 06; it feels like a totally different person.

Sonic 06 Shadow is what a lot have realized is their actual ideal Shadow. He's confident, he allies with whoever is most convenient for his goals, he cares for his friends, he takes no shit, and he probably would be the one spitting harsh truths that nobody wants to hear if the situation arose. Some say he fights only for himself at this point, focusing on the original wording of his final line in his campaign, but those goals all aligned with helping people, so I think they're trying a bit too hard to interpret him as self-centered. Sonic X Season 3 kind of falls in line with this Shadow, I think. This Shadow is perhaps too competent.

(Also there being a tangible future where he's imprisoned for eternity could point toward him willingly surrendering. I'm not saying I believe it, but he could have surrendered for any number of reasons. The measures humans were taking against him could have been drastic enough that, if he kept fighting, he would really kill them all, and he deemed it better to just give up since his mere existence was helping tear humanity up. Maybe he just got tired of fighting for however many years it lasted. Maybe they had leverage over him, able to destroy or kill something he valued over himself (Rouge&Omega?). Maybe he just couldn't bring himself to hurt Omega. Or maybe it's nothing and he was just plain defeated.) (Also screw the horribly OOC Omega of 06. And why would GUN have any authority over an Eggman mech that even Eggman couldn't keep on a leash?? He's honestly why I personally discredit 06. Omega is the worst part of 06 and I know what I'm saying with that.)

Nothing really needs to be said about Meta-era Shadow. He was an edgelord with no friends and is overconfident to an extreme fault. They based his entire personality off of the poorly localized line "this will be like taking candy from a baby, and that's fine by me". Garbage tier Shadow. Not even Shadow anymore. He was just Evil Sonic. Also the ARK Incident was probably retconned out during this era.

Now the miscellaneous Shadows that have yet to cement themselves as the current iteration of Shadow.

(I think I wrote this when we only had a bit of season 2? And I haven't seen season 3 yet.) Prime Shadow is a good step in the right direction. We don't have much in the way of his motives so far (the best we can guess is just generally "keep the world safe"), but his attitude is finally turning away from edgelord to something more like a really annoyed pragmatist. He's actually a pretty good counterpart to Sonic this way. I'd trust the writers of Prime to do him right.

I'm not totally up-to-date on IDW. The bit with the Shadow androids seemed alright? Didn't really give him much to redeem himself character-wise from the damage that was already done in the metal virus arc, but dang did he get to be cool.

The Fast Friends Forever profiles finally acknowledge his backstory for the first time in 13 years (not counting Sonic Channel art and collab material like Legos?? lmao) which is cool, and plainly states his motives--that being to protect earth and its people because of Maria's wish--which may go against the ending of Shadow 05?? Ian Flynn also seems to be of the mind that Shadow 05 was about throwing his past away? so we have 2 recent interpretations that are directly conflicting with each-other. I guess we'll see who wins. (Who's the fake hedgehog around here?!)

I think what I'd most like to see is a redo of Shadow 05 that feels like a more cohesive transition from Heroes to 06 Shadow (or whatever we're deciding current-era Shadow is/should be). Or just Heroes. More Heroes Shadow would be good :] I'd like to see Shadow enjoying himself instead of just being a shade of angry-and-done all the time.

[disturbedbydesign]

I Hate You, I Love You - Chapter 5

PAIRING: ex-husband!Ransom x Reader (featuring dark!Jake Jensen)

SUMMARY: After your divorce from Ransom is final, you just want things to be cordial between the two of you for the sake of your children. You want to hate him but you can’t—you’re addicted to memories of him and the good years you had together. Ransom can’t let you go, either. He insists he never cheated and he’s determined to figure out which one of his terrible family members set him up and destroyed his life. He knows you’ll take him back if he has proof, and he’s found a world-famous detective to help him find it.

WORD COUNT: 4.8K

WARNINGS: Divorce, References to Infidelity, DILF Ransom (he’s a warning), Explicit Sex (O&V), CNC, Breeding, Degradation, Choking, Femdom, Hidden Camera/Voyeurism, Past Drug Use/Addiction, Violence. 18+ only, no minors.

A/N: Written for @boxofbonesfic and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Triple D Challenge! Also, this is an anti-JK Rowling blog but the fact remains that reading Harry Potter books to little kids is cute so we shall pretend for the sake of DILF Ransom that the HP books were written by someone who isn't a complete piece of shit.

Chapter Five

The second Ransom gets the kids out of the car, they sprint to the door calling for you. When the door swings open, the sight of you steals Ransom’s breath.

“You look so pretty, Mommy,” Kira says, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Daddy, doesn’t Mommy look pretty?”

“Always,” he says.

You smile at him and the diamonds he bought you catch the porch lights and sparkle. You’re always beautiful to him—even sleep-deprived and covered in spit-up, you were the loveliest thing he’d ever seen—but he hasn’t seen you like this in a while. You look put together, you look relaxed, you look almost happy.

You’re not, though. He knows you’re not happy with him even before you ask him to come inside.

“I need to talk to you,” you say. “It won’t take long.”

Ransom waits nervously as you get the kids settled in upstairs. When you come back down, the look on your face is some combination of anger and discomfort.

“Look,” you say, “obviously you’re free to see whomever you like, but I need you to promise me—really promise me this time—that you won’t bring random women around the kids. Now if you’re actually with someone, that’s a different conversation. So, the woman you brought to Harlan’s, are you two…”

“No,” he says, “not at all. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought her. I just…”

“You just what, Ran?”

“I knew it would piss you off, and I’m a fucking child, ok? I just… I wanted to make you jealous.”

You huff and shake your head, crossing your arms in front of you. “Why do you do this shit to me? Why do you insist on making everything so fucking hard?”

He snaps back, “Because I’m mad at you!”

“You’re mad at me? Is that a joke?”

“Yeah, I’m mad at you. I’m mad at you because you didn’t believe me when I swore on our children’s fucking lives that I never cheated on you. And you still don’t believe me. And it fucking hurts me. So I’m a prick to you and I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I know I’m an asshole. But I fucking love you. I’m still in love with you and-”

“Don’t,” you cut him off. “Don’t you fucking do that.”

“No, fuck that. I love you and I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

“So that’s it? You’re either acting like a complete prick or declaring your love for me? There’s no in-between for you where maybe we can stop fucking fighting all the time and make this work and actually move on?”

“I don’t want to move on,” Ransom says. “I can’t.”

“Seems like you already have, Ran,” you reply sadly.

“It’s not what you think,” he says, wishing so desperately he could tell you the truth—that he hasn’t touched a woman since you, that he only brought Natalie around the kids so he can find out who the fuck destroyed both your lives. “I don’t want anyone else. I never have.”

“Please just stop lying to me. I swear I’ll forgive you for everything if you just stop with the lies.”

“I’m not lying and I’m gonna prove it to you if it’s the last fucking thing I do.”

You squeeze your eyes closed and take a deep breath. “I wish I could believe you. I really do. You think I don’t miss our life? You think I wouldn’t give anything to have it back?”

“Then just trust me, baby. Please. I know it’s asking a lot.”

“It’s asking too much. I can’t trust you, are you fucking kidding me? Two days ago you were with some other woman, being an absolute prick to me, and giving me… I don't even want to talk about your little Christmas present.”

“Wasn’t that little,” Ransom says with a smirk.

You try not to laugh but you can’t hold it in. “I fucking hate you so much,” you say, still trying and failing to fight off the giggles.

“No, you don’t. I know you don’t.”

“Maybe not,” you say, “but I should.”

“Look at me,” Ransom says, taking your upper arms in his hands gently and pulling you closer. “I promise you that I’m going to fix this. I’ve been trying to fix this for a year and I’m close now. Just give me a little more time.”

Your eyes start to water as you stare into his. “You can’t fix it, Ransom. There’s nothing left to fix. It’s over.”

“We’ll see about that,” he says, and he lets you go even though all he wants is to hold you tighter.

“You should go,” you say and Ransom nods and starts for the door. “Unless… do you want to stay for bedtime?”

Ransom feels like his heart is going to explode in his chest because there’s nothing he wants more in the world at this moment.

“I do,” he says. “I really do.”

You sigh. “Alright. Come on, then.”

Ransom follows you up the stairs, eyes trained on the curve of your ass in your tight little jeans, and all he wants is to grab you by the hips and take a big bite. You’d let him, too. He knows you would. But he needs more time, he needs Blanc to come through with concrete proof, which reminds him: he needs to check in with Jake and see what he was able to get out of you.

Jake had texted earlier in the day and told Ransom he was about to take you out to lunch for a chat. Ransom hated the idea of you out with Jake; it made him insanely jealous (and even more so now that he sees what you decided to wear for the occasion) but he let it go. After all, he was the one who sent Jake on that particular errand—a necessary evil—and Jake knows how to butter you up; you trust him, he’s become your confidante since the split, and they both know that a nice bottle of red always loosens your lips. But It should be Ransom sitting across a table from you in the North End, sharing a bottle of wine, and if all goes to plan it will be again soon.

“Daddy!” Kira screams when the two of you come up the stairs together. “You’re still here!”

“That’s right, baby girl. Mommy’s throat hurts a little and we can’t have you going to bed without storytime so I said I would stay and help.”

“I’ll get her ready and you take Henry?” you say and Ransom nods, heading towards Henry’s room to get him ready for bed before bringing him into Kira’s room and tucking him in next to her.

“So what am I reading tonight, Miss Kira?” he asks, because Kira always gets to pick the books (and Henry is mysteriously fine with it).

“Grandma and Grandpa got me Harry Potter for Christmas.”

“I think I can manage that,” he tells her.

You walk over to Kira’s bookshelf, grab the hardcover Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone off the shelf, and hand it to him. Ransom pulls up a chair next to the bed and you sit cross-legged at the foot of it, facing the three of them.

“OK, are we ready for a brand new adventure?” he asks.

“I’m so excited!” Kira squeals.

Henry just nods his head and Ransom can tell he’ll be out in a minute. Kira, on the other hand, will want a whole chapter. He’d read her the whole fucking book, start to finish, if it meant he could stay longer.

“Here we go,” he says, opening to the first chapter. “Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense…”

As Ransom reads the first chapter in its entirety, he steals tiny glances at you. Mostly you are watching Kira’s face light up as she enters the Potterverse, but a few times he catches you looking at him with a soft smile on your face. You don’t try to hide it; you don’t look away when he catches you staring. You just look at him the way you used to, back when the two of you were always together for this nightly ritual. God, he’s missed this.

Ransom focuses hard on his storytelling—on the performance he’s giving for his daughter—because if he doesn’t, he’ll start thinking about how many chapters there are in the book in his hands and how many of them he’s going to miss. He’d beg on his knees for you to let him come over every night until it’s finished just so he doesn’t have to miss one single expression on his daughter’s face. He knows he won’t have to, though, because he’ll watch storytime on the security camera every night he can’t be there. But it’s not the same. Not that he ever thought it was, but being back together like this just reminds him how much he’s lost, how alone and empty he is without his family.

“… He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: To Harry Potter—the boy who lived!”

Ransom dog-ears the page and closes the book and Kira looks up at him with puppy dog eyes. “One more?” she asks.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” he tells her. “It’s already past your bedtime.”

“Will you come back tomorrow if Mommy’s throat still hurts?”

Ransom looks at you and you give a slight nod.

“I will,” he says. “I promise. Sleep tight. I love you.”

“I love you, Daddy,” she says. “Goodnight.”

Ransom leans over Henry’s sleeping body and kisses Kira on the forehead before picking Henry up to carry him to his room.

You give Kira a goodnight kiss and follow Ransom into Henry’s room, pulling back the covers so he can lay his son down and tuck him in. You turn on the nightlight and close the door behind you, leaving it open just a crack, the way Henry likes. Ransom follows you back down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he says. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It was nice. I missed it.”

“Me too. You have no idea how much.”

“I think I do,” you reply. “Besides, you’re so much better at doing the voices than I am.”

“I mean, I did take one semester of acting in college, so obviously I’m a pro.”

“You only took that class because you thought the professor was hot.”

“Exactly, which is why I actually went to class.”

You laugh and Ransom almost forgets that this is not his home anymore. It feels wrong to leave when he should be lighting a fire and sitting on the couch under a blanket with you, having a glass of wine to chase off the Sunday Scaries and talking about the week ahead. But he knows he has to go, that if he stays any longer something could happen to ruin this perfect moment, so he grabs his coat off the stool in the kitchen.

“I should go,” he says. “Let you get on with the rest of your night.”

“Yeah, me and all my big plans. I’ll walk you out.”

You follow him to the door, and when he turns around to say goodnight to you, you walk right into him. He grabs you instinctively to steady you and you put your hands on his chest, looking up at him with sweet hungry eyes. He sees the want in them and he waits for you to come to your senses and push away from him but you don’t. Instead, you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze, burying your face in the fabric of his sweater as you hug him. Ransom hears you inhale his scent and he hugs you back tight—maybe too tight, but he doesn’t want to let go—and when you tilt your head up to face him, the tip of your nose brushes against his chin and he loses all control.

He brings his lips to yours slowly, praying that you’ll accept his kiss, and you do—softly at first, tentative, just lips. His whole body is on fire for you and he wants nothing more than to grab the back of your head and deepen the kiss but he stops himself. It takes every single ounce of willpower he has, but he lets you lead. But all it takes is one touch of his tongue to yours and you’re done for. You moan into his mouth and open wider for him, letting him kiss you deep as you bury your hands in his hair and pull. You push him back against the door and he brings one hand down to cup your ass while the other cradles the back of your neck. He’s rock hard already, and he knows you know it by the way you're moving your body against him.

You break away, breathless, and look into his eyes. He searches you for any sign of shame or regret but it isn’t there.

“Take me to bed, Ran,” you whisper.

He doesn’t hesitate. In a flash he has you over his shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time until he gets you to the bedroom you used to share. He closes the door quietly and locks it before tossing you down on the bed.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks.

“Oh just shut up and fuck me, will you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clothes fly everywhere as the two of you scramble to disrobe, and when you’re both completely naked, Ransom kneels at the edge of the bed and yanks you down towards him by the ankles. He wastes no time, a part of him still thinking that you’re going to change your mind at any moment—and he would stop, he would, but he knows he won’t have to the second he buries his head between your thighs to get a taste of you. He moans against your flesh as the first drop of you hits his tongue and you spread your legs wide for him. When he licks a hot, slow stripe up your folds, you arch your back and keen—it’s loud, too loud, and Ransom just laughs.

“Shhh, baby,” he says, pressing his finger to his lips.

You clap your hand over your mouth and mutter “shit” before you grab the remote off the nightstand and turn on the TV, raising the volume just loud enough to muffle the sounds he knows he’s about to drag out of you. Ransom eats you like you’re a tasting menu at a Michelin starred restaurant—slowly, taking his time with each course, savoring every part of your sex until your legs are quivering and your heels are digging into the bedspread as your toes curl.

“Oh God, Ran. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum. Please.”

Ransom wouldn’t dream of stopping—not now, not when he’s got you on the verge of cumming all over his face, which is exactly what you do when he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs and sucks your clit into his mouth. You can’t hold back, or you don’t want to—either way, you have to grab a pillow to muffle your cries as you grind against his face and topple over the edge. Ransom wishes he could see your face, watch you as you come undone for him, but he’s not done with you yet. Not even close.

Ransom kisses his way up your body—your mound, your hip bones, a circle around your belly button and up to your breastbone—watching you the whole time. You look down at him with your lips slightly parted, your breathy little moans escaping each time he presses his lips against your skin. He takes your breasts in his big hands, gently kneading at them before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue. You gasp when he gives it a tiny nibble, and then he moves to the other side to give it his full attention.

You’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist and he can feel your pussy throbbing with need against his cock. He’s painfully hard and leaking for you but he takes his time savoring every inch of exposed skin. He kisses up your neck to that spot behind your ear that makes you crazy, and when runs his tongue over it, you grab his biceps and arch off the bed.

“Need you inside me, Ran. Please. I need it so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You miss my cock, baby?”

“So much.”

“You need the real thing?”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

Ransom sits back on his knees and pushes your legs open wide. He takes a beat to admire you splayed out for him, pussy glistening and clenching around nothing, more than ready for him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Ran. I love you so much.”

It’s all he’s wanted to hear for a year, and he could blow just from hearing the words pass your lips, but he pulls his shit together because your warm, wet pussy is waiting for him and he can’t disappoint her. He grabs his cock and drags the tip through your folds a few times before pushing inside you. You let out a low moan as he slides inside you and between that fucking sound and the fact that you’re so fucking wet and it’s been so fucking long, he’s already overstimulated and has to stop halfway.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

“More,” you beg, and he gives you what you crave.

Ransom snaps his hips, burying himself inside you, and he kisses you gently as he slowly starts to move. He takes his time with slow, deep strokes, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, of your nails digging into the meat of his ass you pull him in closer. You throw your head back, exposing your neck to him, and he licks a hot stripe from your collarbone up to your chin, the salty-sweet taste of your skin better than any candy. When he starts to roll his hips, he hits you just right, and you wrap your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, telling him without words that you want more. He starts to really fuck you now—hard and fast and deep, the way he knows you like it.

Ransom grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them back, folding you in half underneath him and angling you just right so he’s hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. He brings his face close to yours, your ankles bouncing on his broad shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress. He grabs your face and presses his forehead to yours, sweat mingling together, as he watches you start to unravel.

“I’m so close,” you moan. “Do it.”

“I know what you need, baby. But I wanna hear you say it.”

“Choke me, Ran.”

Ransom wraps his left hand around your neck and you put your hand on top of his, two of your fingers gripping his pinky ring, and when you start to squeeze his hand, he knows it’s time. Ransom applies just enough pressure to the sides of your throat to hear your breath catch, and when your eyes roll back and your mouth falls wide open, he gives you everything he’s got left in him.

“Cum for me, baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

He almost loses it when he feels your pussy start to spasm but he squeezes his eyes closed tight, willing himself to last longer even though the feel of you after all this time is absolute bliss. He releases some of the pressure on your neck as he fucks you through your orgasm, clasping his right hand over your mouth to muffle your screams, and when you’re done and your body goes limp beneath him, he takes his hand off your neck and cups your face, running his thumb across your bottom lip. He feels you clamp down on him hard, your greedy cunt desperate for his release, and while he’d love nothing more than to fuck you until the sun comes up, he can’t hold back anymore.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Squeeze me just like that. Fuck. I’m gonna cum in that tight little pussy.”

“Do it. Fill me up, Ran. I need it.”

“You want my cum, baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re gonna get it. FUCK.”

He hears you giggle and you bring two fingers to his lips. “Shhh,” you say, but it’s hard to keep himself quiet when you feel so fucking perfect wrapped around him—like you were built for him, like he’s finally home.

Ransom goes white behind the eyes and explodes, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hips jerk involuntarily. He spills himself into you and he can hear how desperate he sounds, whimpering against your flesh as you milk every last drop from him, your satisfied sighs filling his ears as he fucks his cum into you, deep as he can get it. He’s never stopped wanting another child with you, and he knows it’s what you wanted, too. It’s not that he thinks another baby would fix things on its own, but it would never be a mistake.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he comes down, kissing his way up your throat to your lips. “I love you so fucking much, baby.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper.

He stays inside you for a while, not wanting the moment to end, terrified of what comes next. When he finally pulls away, he settles in beside you, your back pressed to the front of him. The curves of your body are a perfect fit for him as you lay there together, snug as two puzzle pieces.

“I know I have to go,” he says, chin resting atop your head. “Just let me hold you for a while.”

You don’t speak for a moment, and it feels like an eternity as Ransom waits for the inevitable rejection.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, you whisper, “Don’t leave yet,” and that’s all that needs to be said.

He’d intended to sneak out before dawn but you’d worn him out, physically and emotionally, and he wakes to the sound of banging on the bedroom door, the kids trying the doorknob and yelling for their mother.

You shoot up in bed and look at him with panic in your eyes. “Fuck. What are we gonna tell them?”

“I’ll handle it,” Ransom replies. “Just get some clothes on and get back in bed.”

Ransom dresses quickly and waits for you to get yourself back under the covers before opening the door. Henry’s delighted squeals of “Daddy!” echo through the room; he looks elated, but Kira is hesitant.

“You didn’t go home,” she says—half-question, half-statement.

“Mommy wasn’t feeling well so I told her I would stay and take care of her.”

“What’s wrong with Mommy?” Henry asks.

“Just one of her headaches. She’s feeling better, now. Right, sweetheart?”

You smile at him and you’re absolutely glowing. “I feel great,” you reply.

“See? Mommy is fine. Now who wants breakfast?”

Kira looks up at him, still not convinced. “Pancakes?” she asks.

“Coming right up.”

Ransom is in the middle of whipping up his pancake breakfast when you come down the stairs, showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a distractingly tight cowl neck sweater. You grin when you see him at the griddle.

“Smells good,” you say.

He hands you a cup of coffee—light milk, brown sugar, the way you like it—and watches as you look at the kids sitting impatiently at the table. He can see the tinge of worry in your eyes, and he feels it, too. This was all very unexpected, to say the least, and Ransom is just as concerned as you are that whatever is or is not happening here not make things harder on the kids. Not so much Henry, but Ransom can’t bear the thought of giving Kira any false hope. She’s a clever little thing, she can sense something is up, and it’s one thing for Ransom to hold out hope that things might go back to the way they used to be, but the last thing he wants is to disappoint his baby girl again.

You’re mostly quiet during breakfast, picking at your bacon, and Ransom puts on a good show for the kids but he knows it’s coming—that the two of you need to have a conversation and he may not like what you have to say. But he’s made a decision; he made it the second you kissed him back last night. He’s going to tell you the truth, Benoit Blanc’s instructions be damned.

When breakfast is over, you send the kids into the den to watch TV and come up behind him while he’s finishing up the dishes. You start to speak but he stops you.

“Before you say anything, there’s something I need to tell you,” Ransom says. “And I just need you to listen to me, ok? Just listen, and then you can say whatever you need to say.”

“Alright,” you agree. You take a deep breath and let it out. “Tell me.”

Blanc had made that clear that neither he nor Harlan was supposed to tell you about the investigation—something about observing you coming and going without any outside influence at play—but Ransom doesn’t want to keep any more secrets from you. It seems counterproductive to lie to you in the cause of proving he’s not a liar.

“That woman I brought to Harlan’s-”

Your lips set in a straight line and he can see the fire in your eyes, and he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “Goddammit, Ransom. You promised me you weren’t-”

“Just listen,” he pleads. “She wasn’t my date. Her name is Natalie and she’s a private investigator who works for a guy named Benoit Blanc.”

Your brow furrows and you tilt your head to the side. “The guy from The New Yorker article? The detective?”

“Exactly. Harlan and I hired him a few weeks ago to figure out what happened with those fucking pictures.”

“I don’t understand,” you say. “What do you mean what happened? You know exactly what the fuck happened, Ransom.”

“No,” he snaps. “I don’t, which is what I’ve been trying to tell you for a fucking year. I’ve been through four other guys, spent I can’t even tell you how much money to try and figure out who the fuck decided to ruin our lives, and nobody had any answers. But this Blanc guy… he’s the best there is.”

He can see your mind racing, trying to square what he’s telling you with what you think you know.

“I don’t… I… You really don’t know what happened?” you ask, your voice wavering a bit on the question.

“I really don’t. But I’m gonna find out, and I want you to help me. Will you meet with him? Answer some of his questions?”

“What questions? I don’t know anything.”

“Just let him do his job, ok? Will you do it?”

You don’t respond. You just walk over and sit on one of the kitchen stools, staring into space. Your voice is shaky when you whisper, “You really didn’t do it?”

“I really didn’t do it, but someone went to a lot of fucking trouble to make sure you think I did.”

You look at him with tears in your eyes. “Ran-”

“Don’t, baby,” he replies “It’s ok. Someone played you, someone who wanted to hurt us.”

“Your fucking cunt mother,” you snarl.

“It wasn’t her. I know, I know. I thought so too, but it wasn’t. Blanc doesn’t think it was anyone in the family.”

“So who then? Who the fuck would do this? And HOW? Because… God, it makes me fucking ill to think about it, but that was you, Ran. I know what you look like when you’re getting your dick sucked.” You clutch your stomach and swallow hard. “Christ, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You rush to the bathroom and Ransom can hear you throwing up your breakfast. But as hard as it is for you, you believe him now. You finally fucking believe him, and Ransom can’t help but smile. When you finally come out of the bathroom, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.

“Ran,” you croak. “I think I know who did this.”

CHAPTER SIX >>>

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

Raising Kore Au

Ennead Au - Seth doesn’t kill Osiris and retreats to the borders of Egypt, in a remote village with few inhabitants. 

When Horus finds him years later to ask him to help avenge Osiris, Set is not alone.

"Uncle, I'm here to avenge my father!"

Posterity will remember this as the moment in which Horus, god of the sky, ruler of the Two Lands and others, several imaginative titles, challenged his cruel uncle Seth to regain possession of the throne of Egypt and his birthright.

Posterity had a lot of imagination. Things turned out slightly differently.

Seth looked at the young god with a raised eyebrow, unimpressed, “Are you here again? Don't you ever get tired? "

The few villagers ignored them, minding their own business. After the first time, they weren't even impressed by the presence of two deities. Horus blamed years spent living with Seth, the literal god of war.

“It took me years to find you. - It was a lie. Indeed, Horus had been damned lucky, but Set didn't need to know. - I'm not giving up now. You have to help me, uncle. "

“Didn't your mother tell you? I withdrew. The affairs of the gods no longer concern me. "

Horus pursed his lips. Yes, that woman had told him: Seth had abandoned everything twenty years ago without giving any explanation, destroying half of the royal palace when Osiris had tried to stop him. After that, it was as if it had completely disappeared. Even Ra did not know where he was. - even though the suspicion was that she hadn't even bothered to look for him, she was just enjoying everyone else's misery. - and Osiris had had to resign himself in the end. 

To have succeeded in something that not even his father could have done should have filled him with pride, but Horus didn’t feel proud. He was desperate, even if he didn't like to admit it. He needed help and the only one with the power to do so was the god in front of him.

"The throne of Egypt has been usurped. You must protect Egypt. "

"Egypt is not in danger. I would feel it if it were. "

“My father, your brother, is dead. His wife tore him to pieces. "

His uncle didn't flinch, “Good for her. It took some time. "

Horus was speechless. Did the god of war know that Isis had plans for the throne? Why hadn't he done anything ?! He could have eliminated the danger and then left.

"Did you know?!"

Seth snorted, “Did I know she was going to kill him? No, but I guess she got tired of Osiris' bullshit. Your mother was never a patient woman. "

"She's not my mother anymore," Horus hissed, his heart still bleeding from the loss of both of his parents.

“I don't think you think the same. Everything she did was for her family. "

"She. Has. Killed. Her. Husband!" Horus thundered, anger gradually resurfacing. He had been taught to control anger, to be patient. He was tired of being patient.

Seth did not change expression, nor did he back away. Seth asked him, "Did you ask her why she did it?"

"It matters? She killed the pharaoh. "

“There may be extenuating circumstances. "

"Not for the regicide."

Seth made a vague gesture with his hand, “Do as you like. You can call a court with the major gods and try her for her crime or try to fight her. I do not care. Get out."

"No. Isis must be defeated. "

“If you asked her to give you the throne, she would. Isis never wanted the throne for herself. So get your shit together and leave me alone. "

Did he really believe what he was saying? Did he think that, after what she had done, Isis would gracefully leave the throne to Horus?

Not even in a million years!

He was about to give his (un) polite opinion when a redhead appeared from behind the desert god.

A mortal child ?!

"Hi, birdie!" she greeted him, and Horus was struck by the spontaneity of the greeting. Had no one taught her the etiquette with which to greet a deity?

Seth didn't seem bothered, "Kore, I told you to wait with the village chief."

"I was bored. I wanted to see birdie. "

The god did a surprising thing: he took her in his arms with care that Horus did not expect, making her giggle.

“Well, now you've seen him. Say hello to him. Our host was about to leave."

Horus wasn't finished, but from the dirty look Set gave him, he knew there was no point in arguing.

He turned into a hawk, and flew away. He wasn't giving up. He just had to use another tactic.

He did not like subterfuges but if Isis had won the throne by deception, then Horus could get the help of Seth in the same way.

And he knew what to leverage ... Seth seemed fond of the mortal girl, and as much as Horus hated it, he had to do what was necessary. He will undertake not to injure the mortal in any way.

What could possibly go wrong?

Spoiler: Everything. 

[littleoddwriter]

Hi can I request a zsasz mask x male reader where reader gets in a argument with victor and roman and reader just gets tired of their bull so he goes to get ready for his match (readers a boxer) and it's a big match for him. After being mad for a bit they go to the match and see that reader is injured really badly but keeps fighting anyway cause he's going to win no matter what.

Match | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz x Male!Reader | ZsaszMask x Male!Reader

I am so sorry it took me this long! I hope you're still interested in it and enjoy what I've done with your request! Again, I apologise for taking so long.

summary; See above.

notes; TW // Open Wounds; Blood; Fights. Brief Mention of Sex in the end. Polyamorous/-sexual relationship; Declarations of Love.

Fuming, your blood boiling under your skin, and shaking with the force of your anger and the effort of holding it back, you got ready to go out for your boxing match in an hour. You clenched your jaw, almost painfully so, as you zipped up your bag. Then you practically stomped out of your room and the penthouse, slamming the door behind yourself.

Fucking Roman and Victor.

While you got fully dressed and prepared for your match, you thought about what had gotten you so angry in the first place.

It was a stupid fight with Sionis and Zsasz.

All you did was bring to their attention that they could at least try to pay more attention to you as well, and actually show you that they liked you, that they liked having you around.

Roman flew off the handle right after it had left your lips, which wasn’t surprising, but it didn’t help your situation and only agitated you. So you yelled right back at him. Victor, always so fucking protective of Roman, got a bit physical, grabbing your wrist in a bruising tight grip glaring at you and telling you off in his deep, gravelly voice. You weren’t scared of him, though.

So you just twisted your arm out of his tight grip and shoved him, yelling at both of them now that this was exactly what you meant. They were always an item, even in a fight; they ganged up on you, instead of including and actually talking to you, instead of looking for a solution and being open for suggestions.

In a way, you wished you hadn’t brought it up at all, but it needed to be said, no matter what. You were unhappy with the way things were at the moment and you didn’t just want to break up with them over it. You loved them after all. You just wished they’d show you they loved you, too. And now you might have just ruined all chances of that. Fuck, they were probably packing your things while you were here, and throwing you out the moment you’d get back.

“Y/N, you’re up in 10,” your coach told you and you nodded.

Taking a few deep breaths, you shook your head to clear it of the fight. The match was more important now. You couldn’t let something like this ruin your chances of winning, although the anger that was still thrumming through your body might help you.

All the while, Roman and Victor have stayed home. Sionis had been blinded by rage after he’s heard you leave. He was screaming and trashing things.

Zsasz could just barely get through to him at all, breathing a quiet sigh of relief, when he finally did, holding onto Roman’s wrists and seeking intense eye contact with him, so he could bring him back to the real world, the here and now.

Breathing heavily, Roman’s face was still set in a deep scowl, frowning, his eyes piercing with anger, yet still a little glazed over from how overwhelming it was.

“Do you think he’s right, Victor?” he asked eventually, his voice broken and raw, abused from all his screaming.

“Maybe,” Zsasz conceded. He hated to think that anyone but Roman and he himself could ever be right, but he had to admit that they may have neglected you a little bit.

“Fuck.” It was weak, but carried all of Roman’s frustration nonetheless.

“We need to make it up to him. Where did he go anyway?” he continued after a short moment.

“Match. Big one tonight, remember?”

“Right, of course. Why the fuck couldn’t he have chosen any other fucking day to bring this up?”

Zsasz just shrugged, not knowing a good answer to that. While he knew Sionis better than he knew himself, Victor still struggled to get on that level with you, too.

“Whatever. Get dressed. We’re going to that match and make it up to him afterwards, ‘kay?”

“Sure thing, boss.”

When they arrived and got into the front row (thank fuck for their connections and having people naturally fear them, so that they made way), you have already been far into your match. Both of them took in the sight of you in your element.

As Roman got a better look at your front, though, he immediately grabbed onto Victor’s arm, tightly. “What the fuck?!” he muttered.

You were bleeding out of your mouth and a pretty big gash on your forehead. It was a lot of blood, too. He wondered if you had even noticed it, or if you were just too focused on winning that you didn’t take in anything but your opponent anymore. It has happened before.

“He’s going to get fucking killed if he keeps going,” Roman hissed.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. He’s tough, you know that.”

Sionis shot Victor a piercing glare. “Yeah, and everyone has a limit, even you and me. Especially he, though! Fuck!” His grip on Zsasz’s arm only tightened, sure to leave a bruise.

“It’s not his time yet, I promise.” With that, Roman loosened his hold just slightly. He knew Victor wouldn’t ever lie to him, and he also knew that he had a very well working intuition for these things, so he believed him.

For all it was worth, Sionis knew he couldn’t stop it, anyway. You were too stubborn and determined to win; you would fight until you truly dropped dead if you had to.

Fortunately for him, another right hook from you had your opponent fall back to the ground, and not getting back up within the required 10 seconds.

You had won.

Booming loud cheers erupted around the facility. Victor and Roman cheered for you, too, while relief washed over Sionis in waves.

After a couple of minutes you were led away by your coach, back to the locker rooms. You sat down on the bench, pressing a clean towel to the gash on your forehead.

“You really need to stop doing that, Y/N,” your coach chided you.

“Yeah, yeah, next time,” you muttered.

“You’ve said that the last five times already. Get a grip on yourself, or else you can look for a different coach. I don’t want your blood on my hands, son.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t worry. I promise it won’t happen again. Okay?”

“Fine–,” your coach probably wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Roman and Victor coming into the room.

Wait, what the fuck were they doing here anyway?

“What the fuck,” you greeted them.

“We should be the ones saying that, Y/N,” Roman replied, frowning.

You desperately wanted to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows that had deepened significantly with his frown.

Fuck. No, you were mad at them!

“I suppose I’ll leave you alone then,” your coach said and walked out. He knew when Victor and Roman were with you, he needed to be gone.

Your eyes were fixed on Roman as he walked over and sat down next to you on the bench. Then you looked over to Zsasz, who retrieved the first aid kit from your locker and started getting out supplies to sew your wound closed.

“I thought you’d kick me out,” you near whispered in disbelief.

“What? Fuck, no!” Sionis said, looking as offended as he sounded.

Victor then sat down on your other side where your wound was and gently, yet firmly, grasped your hand and pried out the towel from your grip. Silently, he got to work, disinfecting the skin around the gash, picking out the sterilised tools and thread. Promptly, he started closing up the gash with practiced ease.

It did have some advantages to have someone like him as your boyfriend, you mused.

“Look, uh, I’m sorry for the fight. I should have known better than to- I don’t know. Bring that shit up. I knew it’d upset you.” Now that all your anger was gone, washed away by the sheer presence and treatment you were just receiving from them, you really felt a little stupid and apologetic for it all.

“It’s not your fault. You were right. We didn’t pay you enough attention and you were right to talk about it with us. Or try to, anyway. My bad for exploding like that.” Roman took one of your hands in both of his. Despite the tape and boxing gloves, your knuckles were bruised. He stroked over them with his leather-clad thumb.

“Will you promise me to change it?” you asked then, quietly, cautiously, as if afraid to destroy this dream-like moment.

“I promise to at least try, ‘kay? Is that fair enough for you?”

“Yeah, I guess. And you, Victor?”

Snipping the thread and unpacking a big band-aid to put that over the suture, Zsasz nodded. “Sure, I’ll try. Promise.” He smiled at you, crookedly, his two golden teeth glinting in the fluorescent lights of the locker room.

“Alright then,” you breathed, smiling at them both. “Thank you.”

Instead of answering, they both leaned in and kissed either of your cheeks.

“I love you guys. So much,” you chuckled.

Then you first turned to Victor and kissed him on the lips, passionately, but briefly. After that you did the same with Roman.

“We love you, too,” they said simultaneously, making all three of you laugh. It was a magical moment, really. And in the back of your head, you were a little rattled at them admitting they loved you. It was the first time they had ever uttered these words to you.

The fight between you completely forgotten now, you were only eager to get back home, shower and have make-up sex with them. Maybe even both at the same time, you smiled to yourself.

[dekuskacchan]

Tell Me I’m Dreaming

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of injuries and hospitals, Bakugou Katsuki needs a hug

Summary: Katsuki wakes up in the hospital after the war to find that Deku is still unconscious.

A/N: Hello! SO chapter 298 is out now and it left me Feeling Some Things. i hope you like!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28970094

Sequel

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Pain.

It was the last thing Katsuki remembered before he’d blacked out. He was bleeding, dying, fighting with all his might, and then, as the adrenaline wore off, there was nothing but unbearable pain.

And Deku.

Deku.

Katsuki cracked his eyes open with a groan, taking in his surroundings. Instead of lying on rough, dirty terrain, he was now in a bed, his torn costume replaced by a scratchy, blue gown. An oxygen mask covered his face.

“Shit!” Katsuki hissed at the ache in his side as he lurched forward, ripping off the mask.

“He’s awake!!”

An entourage of classmates was there to greet him, shouting in excitement that he was okay, but Katsuki only had one thought on his mind.

Where was Deku?

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“ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?!" The little purple runt was gripping Katsuki by the back of his gown, trying to hold him back as he ran through the hospital.

“Midoriya hasn’t shown any signs of waking up,” they’d said.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re gonna kill me even harder by yanking me,” Katsuki snarled, shrugging off the leech as he marched on.

Deku was the only one who wasn't awake.

Katsuki was littered with wounds, but the sickening anguish he felt upon hearing those words was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

"He’s dead meat if he thinks he can die on me" Katsuki growled as he approached Deku's door, wrenching it open.

Katsuki stopped short, staring in disbelief at the sight before him.

Deku had experienced his fair share of injuries, but Katsuki had never seen him look anything like this.

He was lying supine, body heavily bandaged, with all four of limbs fully casted. His legs were in traction, and braces fit snugly on his shoulders. His breathing was so shallow that Katsuki could barely fucking tell he was even breathing at all. A monitor beeped quietly, tracking the slow, even rhythm of his heart.

Katsuki gritted his teeth, anxiety bubbling in his chest.

“Young Bakugou,” a soft, broken whisper startled Katsuki.

He was so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed All Might sitting at Deku's side. He looked like shit, skin pale as a ghost, eyes more sunken than usual.

Good.

“How-” Katsuki swallowed, “how is he?.”

“He’s…stable,“

“Don’t fucking sugarcoat it,”

All Might sighed and nodded.

“All four of his limbs were shattered, and he has some broken ribs. He’s been comatose for two days,” his voice was grave, “the doctors have no idea when he’ll wake.”

The words felt like daggers, twisting in Katsuki’s chest, gouging out his already bleeding heart and ripping the air from his lungs.

No, no no no, this isn’t real. How is this fucking real?

“--stopped the internal bleeding,” distantly, Katsuki heard All Might speaking, but he wasn’t paying attention.

A coma. He’s in a fucking coma.

Images flashed through his mind. Deku, destroying his body with each desperate punch. Deku’s shocked cry when Katsuki launched himself into All for One’s tendrils to protect him. Deku’s mangled body falling to the ground beside him. Deku, Deku, Deku, Deku was fucking dying-

“--know this is hard for you too, young Bakugou,” All Might was still rambling, and a molten rage rippled through Katsuki’s body.

How is he so fucking calm?

“You...fucking asshole,” Katsuki growled, eyes narrowing, “you FUCKING ASSHOLE.”

All Might’s mouth fell open in alarm as Katsuki all but sprinted across the room, grabbing him by the collar.

“You- this is your fault, Katsuki seethed, “you lied to us, you hid information, you- you could have-”

“I know,” All Might nodded somberly.

“HAAH?!” Katsuki shouted.

“I know,” All Might’s voice was firm now as he looked Katsuki in the eyes, “I should have been more open with both of you. If I had, maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Katsuki was trembling in fury, blind to all but the overwhelming grief he felt, and suddenly his fist was colliding with All Might’s jaw. He reeled back with a groan as a searing blast of pain surged through his injured shoulder and abdomen.

All Might grunted and rubbed his face, but he seemed unsurprised. Like he fucking knew he had this coming. It pissed Katsuki off even more.

“Alright, I deserved that,” he grunted, eyes widening in concern when Katsuki doubled over in pain, “but, young Bakugou, you need to rest-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki spat, “Deku almost fucking died.”

Logically, Katsuki knew that All Might was just as helpless here as he was, and he was suffering too, but for some reason that was making Katsuki even angrier. Angry at All Might and his fucking secrets, angry at Deku, at Shigaraki, everyone in this fucking hospital, at himself-

“So did you,”

Katsuki flinched at the memory, balling his hands into fists.

“That’s- that’s fucking irrelevant.”

“No, it’s not. If it weren’t for your quick thinking, young Midoriya might not be here right now. You’re right to be angry. But please, be angry at me, not-”

“I am angry at you!” Katsuki roared.

“You’re angry at yourself too. You shouldn’t be,”

Katsuki sank to his knees in defeat. White-hot bile rose in his throat, choking him as he tried to speak.

All Might gently rested a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“Please, rest. You’re going to cause yourself further harm.”

“He...what if he- he can’t-” Katsuki stuttered, pressing the heels of his palms into his bloodshot eyes to prevent tears from falling.

“He won’t,” All Might tried to comfort him, but Katsuki could tell he was scared too, “this is an excellent hospital, the doctor’s are doing everything they can.”

“Well they’re not fucking doing enough,” Katsuki snapped.

“I’m worried, too. But we can’t lose hope, young Bakugou.”

Katsuki felt All Might kneel beside him.

“I’m sorry,” he was on the verge of tears, too.

“Fuck you. You should be,” Katsuki grumbled, but it lacked the venom he’d intended.

A sudden knock startled both of them. Katsuki raised his eyes to see Present Mic’s head peeking through the cracked door. He looked like shit, too.

“Aizawa wants to talk to you,” Mic murmured, “and you should be in bed, Bakugou.”

“Tch. You should go to hell,” Katsuki growled.

All Might nodded solemnly as he stood, offering a hand to Katsuki to help him up, but it was stubbornly batted away.

“At least sit in a chair, then, young Bakugou,” All Might sighed reluctantly, “I will return shortly. Please, be careful," and with that, he was gone, closing the door behind him.

Katuki shifted his gaze to Deku. He watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed quietly, listening to the steady beeping of his heartbeats on the monitor.

I might never get to tell him.

Katsuki clenched his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure as the thought reverberated through his mind.

I’ve been a fucking coward and now I might never get to tell him.

Deku had always watched Katsuki so closely. He was always watching, always reaching out to him, always had a hand open for him- but now that Katsuki was finally reaching back, Deku's hand was gone.

Suddenly, Katsuki had never felt more alone, and the dam broke.

He hunched over, slamming his fists on the ground as broken sobs wracked through him. His injured body screamed in protest, but he didn’t care. All of his wounds fucking paled in comparison to this- this was agony.

“Wake up, you asshole,” he gasped, gripping the side rails of the bed, “you can’t just fucking die on me.”

The tears were flowing freely now, blurring his vision, burning hot against his skin.

“Aren’t- aren’t you supposed to be the fucking chosen one? Don’t you want to win and save everyone? You can’t win if you’re dead,” Katsuki cried.

He was dizzy. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, nothing existed except this overbearing, unwavering hurt.

“You can’t die. Don’t fucking die on me.”

Katsuki was helpless as he spiraled, choking on tears as he pleaded for Deku to just fucking wake up already, until he was finally spent.

He was more exhausted than he’d ever been in his fucking life.

His body slumped, head dropping to the mattress and arms falling limp at his side. There was nothing he could do, and he knew it.

He had never felt so powerless. All he could do was sit here and fucking wait for Deku to wake up.

But what if he never does?

“Please wake up, Deku. I need you,” Katsuki whispered hoarsely, raising a weak hand to hold Deku’s arm.

“Just don’t fucking die.”

Katsuki wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that. He was drifting, falling, desperately clinging to Deku as his only anchor to reality, and then suddenly, the heart monitor picked up speed.

His mind raced with fear. Shit, shit shit shit where is the fucking doctor? He’s--

Deku stirred beside him, grimacing as his limbs budged, and Katsuki’s own heart skipped a beat.

“Deku?” he whispered.

There was no reply. Deku’s face slowly relaxed, his body unmoving, and Katsuki hung his head. His mind was playing cruel tricks on him now, not fair--

“Ka-"

Katsuki’s head snapped up once more, and without thinking, he reached up to cradle Deku’s face. He was searching for any tangible proof that this was real, that he wasn’t dreaming, he really just heard his voice--

Tired, green eyes cracked open to meet Katsuki’s, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Kacchan, is that you?” Deku croaked.

“Yeah, Deku, it's me.”

Deku’s eyes welled up with tears as he smiled, and Katsuki’s anxiety instantly melted away.

“Kacchan.”

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A/N: WHOOPSIE aha I made pain :’)

[breadoffoxy]

Presented for You

Summary: Your boyfriend’s been teasing you about a birthday surprise all day. Much to your pleasure, he presents himself to you, fulfilling a deep fantasy.

Pairing: Sub Jungkook x Dom F. Reader

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, smut, dirty talk, language, Femdom, anal sex (m. recieving), oral (f. receiving), impact play, underwear kink, gagged, bondage, suspension, chains, sex toys, pegging, cum play, mistress, good boy, edging, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation

Word Count: 2529

A/N: Happy Birthday @borathae!!! I hope you have a lovely day, and thank you so much for being such a kind friend. I appreciate our conversations so much. Thank you @tipsydipsydo for helping me figure out some wording and tips to destroy our mutual friend. Another thank you for @yoongsgguktae​ for helping me out as well and hyping me up. 

You’re very much tired on your way home from work. The day was long and aggravating, and on your birthday no less. The nerve of it all. It doesn’t help that your friends have been teasing you with messages about a surprise waiting for you at home all day. You just want to know what it is! Though another part of you is just wanting to get home so you can cuddle your soft boyfriend on the couch while watching movies and eating pizza.  

Howerver, your next big hurdle is the rush hour traffic jam. You just want to get home! As the traffic comes to a stop again, you quickly check your phone for messages, making sure to keep one eye on the road. With nothing new since the last time you checked, you play the voice message your boyfriend sent you. A sweet smile is on your face, gone the annoyances of the traffic, as Jungkook’s voice plays through the speakers, gently singing happy birthday.

God, you love that man.

When you get home you are exhausted, but the sight of your giggling friends greeting you at your door makes you suspicious.

“What did you do, you little shits?” your eyebrow raises in question.

They giggle again, very suspicious indeed.

“Your surprise is in the basement.” one says, grinning at you and giving you a playful wink.

The other one hugs you tightly, yelling, “have fun!” before they both scamper off.

You stare at where they were standing, eyebrows furrowed. Your basement was your playroom, and you had no idea what they would have waiting for you down there. Shaking your head, you go inside, placing your things down near the door.

“Jungkook?” You call, when you don’t see or hear him. You peek your head in the kitchen, then the living room, and call his name again when you can’t find him.

Before you can check the bedroom, a strained, deep voice yells, more like grunts, from the basement, “down here.”

Oh, you know that tone all too well. Someone’s being a needy boy. You smirk as you make your way down the stairs. The click of your heels announces your descent. When you reach the bottom floor, you stop, mouth salivating at the sight in front of you. Your pussy clenches hard in anticipation.

Jungkook whines, knowing you are there behind him, but not being able to see you due to being stuck facing the opposite way. In the middle of the playroom he stands, correction hangs, completely naked. His wrists are cuffed by giant chains from the ceiling and they are supporting all of his weight. His inked hands flex and his back muscles ripple as he tries to turn, fighting against his bonds to only barely graze the ground with his toes. His ass, which is framed by a lovely dark, lacy jockstrap, clenches at the strain, and the end of the glass plug stuffed inside of his ass catches the light, making it glimmer.  

Best. Birthday. Surprise. Ever.

A small sting of jealousy sits at the bottom of your stomach at the thought of your friends prepping Jungkook this way for you. You’re a selfish creature, wanting to have stripped Jungkook yourself, bent him over to stretch his tight hole with the plug, see him obediently get strung up like he is right now for you.

“M-mistress, please.”

But only you have the pleasure of hearing his delicious, needy whines.

The sounds of your heels clicking signals your continued approach. You trace a hand down his back, slowly and teasingly, with your nails scratching lightly at his skin, watching in appreciation as his back muscles twitch at your touch. Your hand moves all the way down to his ass to push down on the plug, allowing the weight to stretch out Jungkook even more, making a sweet moan fall from his lips. You wish you could see his face, how his velvet lips are parted to gasp and how his face scrunches up at each touch of pleasure.

“Now,” you purr, “how did this get in here?”

It’s hard for Jungkook to respond when you slowly move the toy out of his ass to only slip it back in and repeat. The stretch feels so good but so torturously slow. “I-I did-mmnggh I put- ahh- I put it there mistress.”

“Good boy.” Your lips are nice in sweet as you reward him with soft kisses along his back, trailing now up towards his neck. The pace of your hand pulling and pushing the toy increases, contrasting your saccharine lips.

“Ahhh yesss, mmmnngh thank you mistress.”

You let him enjoy the moment, looking around his massive frame to see his girthy, cock twitching and straining against the thin, lace underwear. It does little to hide his arousal, a dark, wet patch spreading from where the tip of his cock is shows you how ready he is to come.

The only warning Jungkook gets is a slight twitch of your lips, a smirk against his heated skin, before you pull the toy out completely. “Nooo no no no no, please, ahhhhhh.”

Jungkook’s body shakes as it seeks out his deprived orgasm. Your smirk grows as you watch his gaping hole convulse around nothing. The sound of his whines and the chains clanking as he pulls and writhes is music to your ears. Only when the rattling stops and his keens turn into ragged breaths do you make a move.

Slowly and deliberately, you walk around him, heels echoing once again. You don’t look at him as you pass, but you definitely feel his desperate gaze boring into you as you cock your hip, looking at a wall of toys. Knowing exactly which one you want to grab, you pretend to look just a couple seconds longer, just enough to drive the man behind you a little madder. You reach for the riding crop, hand tracing the handle gingerly for a moment before taking it off it’s hook. With a flick of your wrist, it snaps through the air with a swish and snap.  

A thrill goes down your spine when you turn and see your boyfriend panting and looking down at the riding crop with hooded eyes. Walking towards the hanging man, you lift the crop again to gently stroke the underside of Jungkook’s cock. He lets out an exalted sigh at the teasing touch, soaking in the attention he is getting. The end of the crop easily collects precum seeping through the thin lace underwear, and the dark leather is smeared with white.

“Look at you, such a messy boy.”

Another pitiful whine escapes Jungkook once you stop stroking him. The sound quickly turns into a yelp as you slap his balls with the riding crop. You then trail the switch down his thick, twitching thighs, and with a snap of your wrist, he’s moaning at the impact. Again and again and again you slap this thighs, turning them a delicious angry red, with the occasional attention to his balls. “AhhhAhhhAhhhooohhhnmmgh,” his moans are as sweet as honey, flavored with so much pleasure, and you are absolutely addicted to them.

You swipe at his cock again, now oozing with more precum. Lifting the crop up, you hold the end up to his lips, smearing his arousal over them. Your own arousal grows at the sight of him licking his lips, then the riding crop, hungrily cleaning up his mess. “You’re doing so good for me baby, so good.”

“Now tell me…” Gingerly, you bring the riding crop back down, using the switch to press down on his ruined panties. The flimsy fabric easily rolls down, freeing Jungkook’s hard cock. The red, weeping tip pokes at his stomach, and twitches. You continue to push the lace past his thighs, where they then fall to hang at his ankles. “What do you want me to do to you.”

This was how you got your pleasure, by giving to someone, and seeing how their body reacts to your actions. Jungkook’s mewls and trembling body hanging before you is an all-time high. Such an exquisite man, and he’s all yours to devour.

“I need you, ahhh mistress, please, I need you inside me so bad.” Your sub begs oh so prettily.

Stepping back from him, you place down the riding crop, and slowly strip in front of him. Jungkook watches, eating up each piece of revealed skin like a man starved. When your legs are revealed, he’s practically drooling at the sight of the arousal smeared on your thighs. Your underwear falls to the ground with a soft splat and you step out of them, completely naked except for your heels. Power radiates off of you as you place your hands on your hips, enjoying how your boyfriend is drinking up the sight of your body.

Once again you turn away from him to look at the arsenal of toys in front of you. This time you don’t hesitate and grab your strap on harness. You fit a nice, veiny, long purple dildo in it. It’s not your largest dildo, but it’s definitely far from being your smallest. Leisurely, you put it on, deft hands skillfully tightening the straps of the harness to a comfortable and secure fit.

The sound of Jungkook mewling has you looking over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow. His chest rises and falls rapidly from his excited breaths as he watches you finish up with the harness and reach for the anal lube. Jungkook’s eyes snap to the dildo as you turn, completely hypnotized in the movement of your hand languidly stroking it, smearing it with the thick lube. You can barely hear it, but the breathiest “fuck,” comes out of Jungkook’s pretty mouth.

“I heard that,” you shake your head with a ‘tsk’. “With your mouth so dirty,” you bend down, giving Jungkook a nice silhouette, and you pick up your discarded underwear from the floor, “you might as well hold onto this for me.”

Swaying your hips, you step back in front of Jungkook. “Open.”    

He does so immediately, and you wad the thin, wet fabric and shove it into his mouth.

“Mnghghuumph,” the sound Jungkook makes comes out a garbled mess behind his gag. He breathes in deeply through his nose as he starts to drool around the panties.

You tap his chin twice with a nefarious grin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good, just like you want.”

With that, you disappear from his view and position yourself behind him. You reach your hands out to grab Jungkook’s firm ass and spread his cheeks apart, revealing his still gaping hole.

A muffled gasp leaves Jungkook once the tip of the dildo circles his rim. Slowly, you move the purple cock into him, allowing him to fully feel the friction of the toy’s veins and to ease him into the stretch. He’s writhing on the cock as much as he can, the chains rattling heavily once again as he struggles for more, but you wait patiently until he is still and the grinding of the chains stop.  

Your hands come to rest on Jungkook’s hips for leverage to keep him still. “Relax, I got you.” With a swivel of your hips, the toy stretches out Jungkook even more and he moans deeply. You start off slow, then quickly pick up a rhythm of thrusting and swiveling your hips into his. His balls smack into you as you drill into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin rings throughout the room in a delightfully sinful manner.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s moans to get louder and louder. If he wasn’t gagged you are sure he would be screaming through his pleasure. You wrap a hand around his tiny waist to grab roughly at his hard cock and thrust your hips up faster and faster. With a frantic twitch, he explodes, shooting cum out of his cock and onto his chest. You keep going at your rapid pace and don’t stop until he’s nearly sobbing and the last drop of cum is milked out of his cock.

You run your lips across his back, kissing the heated skin lovingly. “You did so well for me Jungkook, so good.”

With gentle words and touches you help ease him down from his high. When you’re sure he’s back, you work on lowering him from his chains. The fucked-out man stumbles, weak from your ministrations, but you help steady him.

“How are you doing baby?” You peer down to try to look into his eyes. His sweaty hair curls down over his face.

Jungkook grunts, the underwear still in his mouth, and he gives you a shaky nod. You reach into his mouth to pull the soggy fabric out, letting it once again land on the floor with a splat.

“Thank you, mistress,” and before you can stop him, Jungkook is kneeling on the ground in front of you, looking up at you with wide eyes. “May I take care of you now?” He kisses your thigh, not once breaking eye contact. “Please.”

“Of course.” You run a hand through Jungkook’s hair, brushing it back and away from his face as he dutifully undoes your harness. Once it is off, you grab at the back of his head, pulling him closer to your core, and he eagerly follows.

Not looking away, he gives your clit a little lick before diving in, running his tongue along the length of your pussy. His tongue eagerly collects your arousal, not stopping until its completely replaced with his spit.

“Oooh, so good. Give me your fingers baby.”

Not one to disappoint, Jungkook’s fingers are instantly grazing your lower lips and two are easily slipping into your dripping cunt. You bite your lip, loving the way the artwork on his fingers dip in and out of you. His tongue is back at your clit, worshiping it, before taking it in his mouth and sucking. “Ooohh, Jungkook.”

A third finger slips in, stretching you even further. He feels so good, and “Mnnngh yes, yes!” curls his fingers just right into your g-spot.

With the way Jungkook starts snapping his wrist up into you, sucking on your clit, and looking up at you with the most loving expression has you coming undone. Your orgasm gushes out of you and down Jungkook’s tattooed arm. He keeps going, helping you ride out your orgasm until you pull on his hair once it becomes too much.

Jungkook’s face is covered in a light sheen, a mix of his spit and your cream. He licks at his swollen lips and hums happily at the taste. “Happy birthday Love.”

“I love you so much.” Leaning down, you press a kiss on his forehead. Your heart is completely smitten with this man. “So, so, so much.”

Helping him back up, you can’t help but steal a kiss on his plush lips. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, hmmm? Then order some pizza and watch a movie.”

“And cuddle on the couch?” He grins cutely and nuzzles your nose with his.

“Sounds perfect.”