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shuckinbeanz · 3 years ago

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Gangster!BNHA au p.3

warnings/notes: nsfw, minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏, fucking (literally) gangsters, mentions of kleptomania, mirror kink, mentions of a little feederism, making and use of drugs, sex while high, semi-public sex, cockwarming, slight mention of brat taming, spanking, Service and Daddy Doms, overstimulation, cervix kissing/fucking, size kink, a lil bit of praise kink, as well as dumbification mentions, sugar daddy, & begging if you squint, plus maybe something tiny about an unhealthy relationship? 🤔 but its not toxic. depends how you look at it, whatever floats your boat, ig. i absolutely ruin our poor sweet tama-tan but trust me you'll love the gangster him. 🥴 some are longer than others(not sorry) and I used a translation service for Sero's Spanish, so i know it's potentially gibberish in the actual language, so I'll mark what I actually want him to say. If it needs correcting don't be afraid to hmu 👀 pls

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First | Second | Third

we know(or at least some of us know) ab @miggiisdumb and her LOVELY gangster!bakugo 🥵 which inspired these! Featuring present mic(who gave me trouble), inasa, sero, fatgum, and suneater(who gave me even more trouble).

shameless tag: @pixiikitty cuz i kno we bof wike tama-tan... 🥺👉👈

gangster!hizashi is another calculating man who puts on a himbo facade. very, very charismatic, so he's often Might Gang's negotiator. his boundless energy is contagious, and your wrong if you think he hasn't been around. like, around, around. man is a favorite where he works, teaching pole dancing-and he's literally their posterchild. he's the one that rakes in clients. yes, you heard me right. he teaches pole-dancing. and he does choreography.

he's literally eros and apollo by studio killers. srsly. listen to the song.

he follows the work hard-play hard style of life. man is a hardcore party animal.

as such, man is a FREAK in the sheets. he's so fucking kinky mf might as well be a fucking porn star. and he is Very open about it. sex is a natural thing to do, and he's legit a natural at it

he's a hardcore top, SOMETIMES he MIGHT let you 'top' him, but remember; he's the one in charge. big sadist this mf is, and an even bigger tease.

with him, it'd be any position viable in front of a mirror. loves to make you watch as his jacob's ladder pops wetly in your cunny 🥴

gangster!inasa is yet another himbo who's all brawn, can never sit still, and has zero brain cells. like gangster!kirishima mans ass is thicc. just grab it, okay? mans will reward punish you later (you can tell from that one look he gives you. ya'know, that one look that makes your panties drop? yes that one 🥵)

as a brawler mans will fite for your honor. there's literally no stopping him. (he's got chronic spontaneity, but we'll do more on that in a bit.) and oh boy, does he pack a mean punch. the kind of punch that will turn someone's face into a bowl if he's pissed off enough. Only those brave enough to degrade you when he's around(trust me, man is an intimidating wall of muscle at a whopping 6'3, and his natural sharp eyes sigh 😩), or those who see you temporarily left alone and decide to degrade/harass you while he's off doing something for a minute or two, get a knuckle sandwhich. "The fuck you think you are, comin' up on my lambchop like I ain't around?!" keheheh look they're flying~

he's spontaneous with the majority of his actions, and he almost always goes along with whatever you want 99% of the time.

and if you're super kinky, man is all for it. wanna use panty vibes? Inasa is a ruthless tease. man will edge you allll fucking day. public restroom sex? boi will take you to one of those unisex restrooms for a ride 🥴

he is a Service Dom, a Daddy Dom, and he's a brat tamer. if you wanna be a brat, he will tame provide to you what you're begging for by being one. you know what you're getting into when you decide to be a brat, you heathens. expect soft discipline(spanking, soft biting, hair tugging/pulling) as he has your bratty cunt warm his exquisite cock balls deep, scolding you for being a brat, til you're literally sobbing for him to rail you already 😩 its phat and veiny and has an angry red weeping mushroom head 😩 its gotta be his enthusiasm its gotta be 😩

"Now, now, little lamb...you knew what you were getting into." Spank. "Riling Daddy up like that." Spank. "You never learn, do you, sweetheart? Now you gotta learn your place, again...no moving."

gangster!sero is very easygoing, approachable, and just overall just take a joint and chillax type of guy. but don't let this fool you. he's another calculating type, but not much can set him off. he knows his limits, and he likely knows yours too. he is extremely observant, and like gangster!deku he expertly plays out his schemes.

he is very sneaky, light-footed(that is to be expected in his line of work), and he has almost zero presence. so expect a lot of scare pranks from him to get a rise out of you 😂 (don't worry you can get back at him later)

to put it bluntly, he's a thief. he can, will, and won't hesitate to klepto whatever catches his eye(especially if it reminds him of you).

BUT JUST BECAUSE HE'S A THIEF dont mean he can't kill someone. srsly. there's a couple dozen skeletons he's made dotted about. literally. but i'll leave that to your imagination. onto the bedroom!

TIE HIM UP, OR LET HIM TIE YOU UP

he's into BDSM. he's a complete brat in the sack. bratty sub, bratty dom. he is a power bottom, and a bit of a masochist for you.

"Oh dios, que me jodan...you're so pretty for me like this, lovebug."

(says "Oh God, fuck me...")

he's ab average in size, he has a nice bulge under his cock and he tilts to th side a lil and down just right😩 when he tops he'll fold you in positions (yes, plural; mans will find them) where he hits your g-spot 🥴 it'll take a couple times, but when he's got you figured out, he'll make you go dumb from then on "Remember the safeword, mi amor." 🥵

gangster!taishiro is Might Gang's drug dealer. man literally has not one, but two kitchens, one for cooking drugs and the other because man is a foodie, as you'd be able to tell from his physique. he is an intimidating gentle giant at a whopping 6'5, and man is dummy thicc. like he loves his abnormally large hoodies that make you look like you're wearing a fucking ballgown cuz he's xtra hawt n xtra large 🥵 but when its off and his form can't be easily mistaken for pure chubalub, man is also stacked and strong. he is very good at cooking drugs, and has a vast array of anonymous clientele. he's a fucking genius.

he's a very playful, sweet, and carefree dude-highly extroverted. you can find him easily, as he frequents literally every (shady) club in town. man has a switch, and it when it flips when he's doin' business he does a complete 180.

like gangster!toshinori, he loves to spoil his honeypie ROTTEN and he is 100% a Daddy Dom. dont be too much of a brat. it won't get you anywhere with him. if you want something, say it, and Daddy will provide. so don't beat around the fucking bush.

"You want somethin', sweetheart? Let Daddy get it for his sweet li'l tootsieroll~"

he loves LOVES waking up to the smell of his baby girl's home cooking. and if you don't know how to cook, he'll teach you if you're willing to learn. Feed him a couple bites or let him feed you once in awhile bc your cheeks are adorable to him 🥺

man is PACKING between his legs, right up there with gangster!toshinori in size. he's a big guy, has a big dick, and as such there ain't many positions that can be used, but he'll always make you feel small and safe and oh my god 🙏 pray for your coochie because Daddy will go up, over, and beyond to make sure she is thoroughly satisfied and will make her go dumb unless you tell him to stop 🥵

"Fuuuuck, babygirl. So tight...you make Daddy feel so good. It's only right that Daddy does the same for you, yeah?"

gangster!tamaki is a hot mess. he's socially awkward, its very likely he suffers from PTSD, he also suffers from depression and has v bad anxiety that leads to his defensive mechanism-lashing out. this defense mechanism also extends to you-and not in the way you're thinking, you masochists. he's loyal to a fault, and when he sees you being harassed, degraded, etc., he will explode. you'll need to calm him down before he permanently cancels some life subscriptions, and you're the only thing closest to gangster!mirio and drugs that can without getting hurt. he's tall, 6'1 but he tends to hunch, and he's lanky, but don't let this fool you. He is very agile and quite strong, so he can take a group at once.

he is very dependent on drugs, and dependent on you. don't get me wrong, he's a grown man, he don't rely on you so much where the relationship would be downright toxic. you are not his therapist, and he knows that, but he still has issues, and you both know that.

cockwarming and cuddles are two huge things with him, especially when he's as high as a kite. he's very handsy and touchy when he's high, and he's very mouthy too. I don't necessarily mean verbally, btw. i mean the kisses he gives. if you let him, he'll leave marks. after he's done, he'll have you ride him til your tuckered out.

"You're so good to me, baby... *Gasp* Y-Yes...keep bouncin', please!~"

when he's high, he's confident and dominant. and with these two combined, he can be very passionate. a tamaki who's high doesn't simply fuck. he makes passionate love-nice and slow, or hot and heavy-so set the pace, honey, because mini-tama is rearing to go; he has a pretty thang 😩 a very pretty thang. it's long and not too chunky and his pretty PHAT light pink mushroom head is fucking sensitive so suck on it 🥺

and THE STAMINA THIS MAN HAS 😩 once he's on the confidence boat, he can and will go for hours. he's kinda masochistic because he LOVES overstimulation, so mans can keep cumming. better make a point to babble praises, because it's music to his ears. he'll have your bodies squished together and his pretty pink mushroom head kissing your cervix. tease him if you want his inner dom to come out and bully your womb open. 😩 do a few kegels if you want him to lose it and rail you hard 🥵

"You asked for it, bunny. Yeah--nnnh--you fucking asked for it."

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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: Yandere!SCP x Evil!Reader

Requested by: @Charlie_Sharlotte

So a little bit of context here:

Yes, I've done a Yandere!SCP x Reader before, but this one has a slight twist to it as requested by the user

The reader is just an ordinary human, just like my other post (you can get quick access HERE)

The only difference being how the Yandere!SCPs would react and the reader is evil

I'll be basing this off my other post, if you see something that's rather similar, that's why

SCP 073 (Cain)

When you first met Cain, neither of you had thought of much at first and just greeted each other as usual

Then, of course, you both became really good friends

Some would even say you both were inseparable as wherever they see with of you, the other would be close by

Not long after, you both just started dating which just happened

His yandere traits would gradually come through, but since it wasn't much different to his usual self, none of you would've noticed the change

Apart from you, of course, cus this man wouldn't let you be in harm's way and if you were, he would have to be with you the whole entire time

When Cain discovers that you work for another GOI, he was shocked and tried to -forcefully- make you stay loyal to the foundation which didn't work well

You stayed loyal to the Serpent's Hand and Cain warned the other members of the foundation

Not only did you find out about the news, but you were also very much aware of Cain's yandere tendencies in which you warned your team about this

The news that you were working with the Serpent's Hand got to the O5 council to which they kept a close eye on you

However, some would even call them bluff as you had made your way through the rankings in less than a year, displaying your intelligence and 'loyalty towards the foundation

As well as this, you were able to deceive most of the staff at the foundation, so you would be the last person anyone would suspect if there were an issue between the Foundation and the Serpent's Hand

Due to the love-hate relationship between both parties, the O5 Council had announced you as the 'bridge' between both the Foundation and the Serpent's Hand if either party were in need of help, within the reason of course

As for you and Cain, you tried to distance yourself but Cain's yandere tendencies forbid from that happening

And so you stayed, thinking that you could use him as a scapegoat

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel gets slightly physical when he's a yandere

Like hella physical to the point he'd tie you up in his box and go on full rage mode if anyone tries to help save you or even question about your whereabouts

However, since you were one of the hostile type SCPs used by the Serpent's Hand, you knew that you could use Abel's yandere traits to your advantage

Since you weren't a yandere yourself, you would more often than not, find yourself trapped in his box

But since you had the ability to summon just about anything out of thin air, just like Abel, you were able to record and complete your tasks without being disturbed

Even though Abel knew that you were a hostile SCP, he was somehow oblivious to your abilities and your secret mission in the Foundation

The O5 council were concerned and intrigued that you were willing to be trapped inside his box and when asked, you kept silent

Abel would do anything to keep you by his side which was annoying if you had something to do, but you were a master manipulator so you were able to bribe him

As for the foundation staff, you could play off as not so hostile for now type SCP unless you were provoked, so most of the time, they'd just leave you in your containment room

During one of the containment breaches, Abel discovered that you were working for another GOI and attempted to question you about this but to no avail

As for the O5 council, they were able to get some information bout you from Abel, but it didn't help very much other than the fact you worked for a GOI

Neither the O5 council nor Abel knew which group you worked for and the council debated on whether to terminate you or not

They have come up with a conclusion to not terminate you for now as you were able to stop Abel from breaching the foundation

However, they had to keep a close eye on you both due to your activities with another GOI and may manipulate Abel into assisting you

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

This adorable little yandere orange blob here is the reason why most people in the foundation would suspect you as an enemy to the foundation

As in, either trying to destroy the world, working for another GOI or both, type of way

When 999's yandere traits kick in, he'd definitely be slightly possessive when he'd jealous but no more than that

999 would most definitely be oblivious to your evil traits until he sees it for himself, just like Abel

I feel that the foundation staff also wouldn't suspect a thing since you have that pure, innocent vibe

Since you give off those vibes, you tend to get away with thingy hella easily, sometimes it would go right under the noses of the O5 council, even though you're doing it right in front of them

I have high doubts that anyone would've caught you in the act of betraying the foundation or kidnapping the SCPs

And even if they did and was absolutely certain it was you, most of the others would call them delusional

There was that one time where 999 caught you with another SCP and got hella jealous but you were able to persuade him to stop ignoring you

The second time he caught you was when you were in the middle of releasing some Keter and Euclid class SCPs but wasn't able to stop you or warn the others in time

When the doctors found out, it was too late and you were with the Choas Insurgency

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

This little sh- right here would literally threaten to kill everyone you've ever cared about right in front of you and he would do it again and again

Luckily, you were cunning and deceitful, some would even say that you come across as suave in what you're doing

And in this case, you would play along with 682 like a game and this giant MF wouldn't even know (cuz he do be thicc)

The foundation is well aware of 682 being such a yandere and it's not like they could do anything other than observe

However, what's even scarier is you being able to multitask in various fields, making you a perfect doctor/agent they have

You were also planning on releasing the SCPs just for your own gain and would even go as far as deceiving the other GOIs just for some helping hand and gathering some intel

Not only that, you have used 682 as your scapegoat many times since he was known for causing various breaches

During that time, you were able to free most SCPs with a little help and those agents would soon be declared missing or dead under mysterious circumstances

Nobody would ever suspect you since you put on such an innocent facade and portrayed yourself as just someone who did as they're told

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

As a yandere, 049 would most definitely be similar to 035 and tie you up as a punishment

Sometimes, he would even go as far as using his 'subordinates' to monitor you while you were being left alone in a room while he's doing something

Normally, 049 would avoid punishing you and would explain to you what you did wrong with a harsher tone as if to intimidate you

However, as time went by, you've learnt a lot from the doctor and was able to adapt to various situations just like him

Being an ordinary human being, you'd constantly have to avoid touching his hands with yours or if you ever remembered, you'd wear gloves in case 049 would hold yours out of nowhere

If there were any breaches, the first thing he'd do is to look for you and make sure that you're by his side constantly

Little did he know, you were the corporate behind the breach as you wanted to seek revenge on the foundation for taking your family away and killing them all

And of course, you've learnt from the best from those around you, especially 049

In your head, you planned to use 049 to your advantage like always, but instead of using him as a scapegoat, you were planning on getting him to go against the foundation's will and join you

However, a part of you also wanted to use him as a scapegoat since all he does is dote around you and be possessive af

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

This yandere right here is not only possessive but manipulative af and if you didn't know any better, you would've been wrapped around his fingers

But you did know better, so like many other 'evil people, you used this at your advantage since you know that 035 is all over you

You were amazing at seducing both men and women, but mainly guys, hand to hand combat, hacking, weapon knowledge and even cross-dressing, but you'd much rather not do that and hide in the dark (you introverted shy mf)

From time to time, you were able to make 035 leave you as you had "behaved well and should be rewarded" as 035 puts it

During that time, you'd hack into the Foundation's most secretive files and grab all the information you needed in order to achieve whatever goals you intended to finish

Not even 035 or the Foundation knows about this and if they ever catch on about the hacking incident, they wouldn't even take a second thought that it was you (since you have such a pretty face and nobody would suspect a thing, you're welcome for the compliment)

Since you were reliable, independent and trustworthy in the Foundation's eyes and you were able to adapt to 035's persona and adopt it into your work, you'd occasionally be sent to the other GOIs as an undercover spy

Little did everyone know, you used every bit of tool and would even use your position as an undercover to blackmail and even spill out the secrets of your mission just to get to where you want anyone to be

The Foundation would never have guessed your goals and would consider this incident as a slip-up and allow you to continue if you were able to keep everything under control

Not only that but they were soon informed that wherever you go, an individual or a whole team of people from the GOIs, including the Foundation's, would go missing or dead

Nobody knows why and they wouldn't even dare to question your authority since you were so high up

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

You were just one of the cleaners at the Foundation which so happened to bond well with 096 despite him being a yandere

096 as a yandere wasn't as bad as the others as he'll only go into depression or possessive mode, but even then, he was still handleable (IT'S CUZ HE HAS THAT MFING FACE THAT NO MOTHER COULD LOVE)

Anyways, I doubt that 096 would have enough intelligence to gather that you're evil for quite some time, but that doesn't mean that he's completely stupid

Moreso oblivious since he wouldn't believe anyone who says that you're working for another organisation and that you're just using him

When he went back to his cell, you came to check up on him and heard him crying, so you asked what happened

He told you all the 'lies' about you working for Chaos Insurgency and you quickly dismissed that with ease, knowing that 096 will only listen to you

You had informed your captain/team leader about the Foundation catching on and they made sure that you're still 'clean' and sent a couple of others to aid you

Once everyone got a hold of your plan, 096 quickly came out and snatched you, but not before killing all the agents

Basically, he's your personal bodyguard and servant who just happens to be depressed and slightly possessive

SCP 105 (Iris)

Oh dear oh dear oh dear

Iris is beyond possessive

She'll basically tie you up for days if she wanted to and you would have to try and outwit her since she has military training

Outwitting her would be hard since she's rather intelligent too

So what you did was to listen to her for quite some time in order to buy some time for your crew to sneak in and grab whatever they need before they flee

You made sure to be extra kind and sweet to our Iris here since she somehow managed to regain access to her camera

Your team was quickly notified so they proceeded with caution

Just because you managed to fool Iris doesn't mean you could fool the Foundation

As the Foundation proceed to warn Iris, you attempted to reassure her that it's not what it looks like, but she's not stupid at all

Depending on the situation, she might tie you up for days if not weeks and let you consume the tiniest amount of food and water

However, if you somehow managed to free yourself, defend yourself if she fighting you or outwit her, you would run back to your base to never be seen again

SCP 106 (Old Man)

An old yandere like 106 would make ordinary people think he's just old, crippled and possessive as well as perhaps a sugar daddy (Sorry, not)

Anyhow, aside from him being such a yandere, he wouldn't exactly notice you being evil and all unless it's explicitly shown in front of him and even then, he wouldn't believe it

The researchers, however, did manage to catch onto your evil side as you were midway through releasing various SCPs, including 682, 939 (FREE MY PET PLS), 049 and a couple of other well known Keter and Euclid class SCPs

They tried to arrest you and take you into full custody and interrogate you with the help of 105 and you found out soon that they both had a deal

The deal was that the researchers would get as much information out of you before disposing you to 106

You took advantage of this deal and managed to send a message to your team about it just to make sure that you're protected and someone would be sent to help you

Once you've done your mission in freeing certain SCPs, you were tasked to shut down or destroy the Foundation but failed

And not only that but your team were also caught in assisting you and breaking free the SCPs and were then killed on site

Since you were caught, your team leader sent down another dispatch to kill you and retrieve all the necessary information they needed

But since you didn't tell the Foundation everything you knew, they made an agreement with you by telling them everything you knew in exchange for your safety and you obliged

You also went to 106 and made him have a deal with both you and the researchers, but knowing the old man, you're more likely going to be killed by that SCP than by your team

Dr Simon Glass

This mf softie of a yandere right here would definitely know you're up to something

I mean, he's a psychologist, so of course, he'll get inside of your head before you would even blink twice

He wouldn't call you out just yet since he doesn't know the full extent of you working under someone or if you're working for yourself and using others to your own advantage

As for you, you knew that Simon wouldn't just let you go if he ever found out on what you're plotting and nor would he help bail you out just because you asked so nicely

So to avoid this problem, you asked your fellow subordinates from Dr Wondertainment to help cover for you

The MTFs caught on that there was newly discovered SCPs on their site and were quickly ordered to exterminated, neutralise or capture them for the safety of them and the others and to conduct further research

Little did they know, it was your little stunt to just get closer to Dr Glass and to use him in your plans

After many months of studying each and every SCPs and conducting a plan for your team, the researchers finally discovered that it was you behind all the mess with the help of Simon Glass

Realising that it is too dangerous for you to be working along in the Foundation, you fled,, leaving Simon Glass all alone and wanting to keep you in his room forever

Simon demanded a search party to find you but was denied

Since you've been caught already, you sent somebody else to do the work for you

And that assistant just so happens to look just like you (totally not your evil twin or anything)

Dr Jack Bright

Jack Bright had you locked up in a chamber below the Foundation when he had discovered you being the culprit behind the recent breaches and other related incidents

You were just as vicious and deadly as most of the best agents the Foundation ever has and staying in the Foundation had just turned you insane and just as sadistic

You enjoyed causing so much chaos, leaving all the innocent, cheery memories behind and new friends and family you've made along the way was long gone

Bright wasn't stupid, he may be goofy and somewhat chaotic at times, he'd been in the Foundation for longer than anyone (he'd also be earning more than the amount of money in your bank account)

He's definitely one of the most intelligent doctors and most definitely has access to most files and holds more secrets than any seniors in the Foundation

There's no doubt that he would find out about you and lock you up in no time

Knowing you, he's very much certain that you'll wreak havoc on the Foundation within a matter of hours for no apparent reason

The other staff would deem you as an SCP but Bright dismisses that and nobody has ever heard of you since

He tortured you for hours and its no wonder why you'd become so visibly and mentally insane

Dr Alto Clef

Clef was able to somehow find a way to unlock your secrets about you working with another GOI named Church of the Broken God

And despite having to work together with a handful of times, both GOIs remain enemies, so Alto would have to keep a close eye on you

On occasions, he would blackmail you, chain you up and inflict pain on you just to get some intel off from you

However, little did he know, you've learnt from the best liars and was able to conceal the truth from him

Clef may be good at finding information on a person and threaten others, but you were able to adapt as quick as the speed of light and was manipulative just like him

Unlike the others, Clef would most definitely snitch on you, but that's no surprise since you've done just that to him with the Church of the Broken God

Moreover, Clef didn't know that you were married to someone working for the very same GOI and was shocked once he found out

The Foundation found it difficult to track you and your spouse since you're both highly trained along with the data you've gathered on the foundation staff and SCPs

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Benjamin Kodraki, another softer yandere, would have never known that you worked with the Deer College if it wasn't for his butterflies

He would give you the benefit of the doubt at first, but when you kept doing his questions and threats, he would give in and tell the O5 council

They would dismiss Kondraki at first, but once they've discovered a chain of unusual events happening at the Foundation, they knew it was much more than just a coincidence and took action

Kondraki aided them in finding you, but to no avail, except for one of your long term friends (you have friends?! what a shocker)

He had chained up your friend and they exposed your hideout spot which just so happened to be right underneath the Foundation

When he had found you, he forcefully dragged you up to his room and tied you up as you saw your friend's lifeless body beside you

You hated him because of his yandere tendencies and tried to break free

Luckily for you, the professors at the College managed to set you free, fleeing with you before Kondraki and the other members of the Foundation could do anything

Later on, Kondraki soon realised that you were in the Deer College just to gain additional knowledge and to retrieve some samples of the SCPs in the Foundation to conduct your own research and art collection

Not only that, you were exceptionally good at history and social science and Invocations and Summoning which was why you picked both subjects to study further with your creativity in the art department as your hobby

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a-crash-in-time-collection · 3 years ago

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Chapter 19: Ruins of Sand

Have you ever forgotten that it's spring and not summer and that the cold you're feeling is the last bit of spring and not the coming of summer? It seems a decent bit of the toppats did because when the summer heat came and days became longer, none of them were expecting it. Some had even assumed that the planet didn't have seasons, for some reason. Either way, it made working on the repairs to the orbital stations slower the first week or so of it.

Eventually, everyone adjusted to it, but in that time many had begun to notice things they hadn't before. Some were just simple details of the nearby woods and sea. Some were repairs and parts of the station so broken it would likely set them back another few months than expected from when they could go home, much to everyone's slight panic. Slight was the keyword, people had adjusted living to here, and it was starting to feel like home.

Still, that didn't mean they could stay here forever. Some had families, and some needed to steal or else they'll go crazy. Luckily, they were able to convince Snatcher to do them a favor, and use his magic to move the orbital station a bit, just enough so they could get to the areas they couldn't before to repair them. Of course, this caused some light issues with things moving and getting broken, but it was far from the damage of day one.

Another thing the others noticed was how much effort the chief was putting into things, trying to make sure everything went well and trying to account for how the change of seasons affected all their plans. Although he still had days where he took a break, him, Right Hand Man, and their kids were slowly and slowly starting to be seen with each other less and less. It was likely not gonna be that way for long either way, but it was worrying for some. They were family after all.

Eventually, Sven started to notice that they were getting fewer pons than they normally did, and went to ask the chefs about it. He found out then that supposedly, the restaurant had some incident the other day and they were letting Cooking Cat use part of their paycheck to try and get it fixed. Sven was annoyed about how they didn't tell him but eventually told Reginald about it, who said it was fine, there was nothing they could do anyway.

"Ok, we can try and focus on more repairs in the other kitchen," Reginald said as he went through the list of all the things that needed to be fixed. Right Hand Man looked over from their bed a bit worriedly, it was getting late and he knew Reginald needed to rest after today, but he wasn't going to just go to sleep anytime soon. "We need to get more of the deep freezer fixed, but I'm not sure we have all the parts."

"Relax Reg, we can work it out tomorrow." Right Hand Man said.

"I know we could, I just know if we forget Sven will have to take care of it," Reginald said, sighing as he sat up from his chair, walked over to his husband, and sat beside him, Right Hand Man placed an arm on his shoulder while Reginald lead ageist his. He glanced to the side, letting out a hum before looking back at the cyborg. "Sorry I haven't been talking much, I've just been trying to figure things out."

"'ey, It 'appens sometimes," Right Hand Man said with a shrug, before grabbing his arm. It had been glitching a little bit later, he wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to bother Reginald with it right now, he could do that when they both had the free time. For now, Right Hand Man just needed to focus on some of the solar panel repairs and getting supplies. "Just 'ope t'e kids been well. T'e last I've 'eard from t'em was w'en platinum got stuck in t'e air shaft."

"Hey, it's not my fault!" Platinum said as he opened the door.

"Chief, sorry to interrupt, I wanted to tell you something, I feel like it's important." Mr. Thicc said from behind the robot, Reginald looking over in a bit of worry. Hat Girl came in from behind the two, and rushed to her parents' side, letting out a giggle as she hopped on the bed, Right Hand Man garbing Platinum as he tried to follow suit. The chef closed the door and looked over. "So, long story short we may have been lying."

"W'ot?" Right Hand Man asked, looking over with pure confusion on his face. The chef shrugged and placed the box he was holding down, letting Reginald open it. There inside was a decent bit of pons, nowhere the near amount to magically fix the station but enough to where it was questionable they were all hidden from him. "Are t'ese t'e pons ya s'ould have been makin'? T'oug't it was goin' to fix the resultant."

"The restaurant is fine though?" Hat Girl said. "I was there the other day."

"That is part of the lie. A lot of us noticed you all haven't been spending too much time together, and we wanted to do something." Reginald went to speak, but the chef quickly cut him off. "Please don't worry about not putting it to the station, we asked a lot of members before we pulled this off, and they almost all said they would be ok with it." Mr. Thicc said with a smile as Hat Girl seemed too quickly to begin to think.

"I'm assuming by 'a lot of members' you mean everyone but Sven and Carol," Reginald said, and Mr. Thicc let out a small shrug. He then glanced at the chest, he couldn't begin to process it. Sure the clan had done nice things for him before, but it was never in a time of need and never anything too major. "It's so thoughtful, but I'm not even sure what we would do with it. We haven't been around long enough to know of any day trip place."

"I think I know!" Hat Girl said, before taking the hat off her head and looking inside, before grabbing out some sort of paper. Platinum let out a chuckle at this as she tossed the paper to her dad's, the cyborg catching it and letting Reginald look from his shoulder as he uncrumpled it. It had a picture of a desert, and an old house that looked like it was made from sandstone. "It's the place the nomads come from, or at least that's what I've been told."

"Oh, those guys? I mean, I figured they were called that for a reason." Platinum said, looking over the paper. He tilted his head to the side at it, why would they come to form a place like that... it looked boring, that was probably why. He then looked at the words on it, then soon looked at her again. "A tour of that place? Wouldn't it be cooler to go take a tour anywhere else, you must know some spots."

"The only other place I can think of would cost at least a room filled with pons" Hat Girl claimed.

"We'll look into it, but don't get yer 'opes up you two. We may end up putting most of this to the station if we find something else." Right Hand Man said, Platinum letting out a shrug and Hat Girl nodding a bit at the statement. Reginald looked at the paper again, letting out a yawn as the cyborg looked out the window. "If you two want to go at all, you better 'ead to bed now." The cyborg warned, and before he had time to register it they were gone.

"Righty?" Reginald asked, the cyborg nodding while the chef left the room. He stood up and made sure he locked the door, and when he turned back around Reginald was already in bed, looking like he was about to fall asleep then and there.

The cyborg rolled his eyes as he walked over, placing the paper on the desk before letting out a chuckle. "It's always a rush for wit' ya sometimes, isn't it Reg?"

The man let out a quiet mumble.

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Reginald and Right Hand Man spent about a week looking at other options and trying to think of coverup stories for that day, even though the latter wasn't needed. They brought up a few different options they saw to the kids, and they vary on whether or not they thought it was a good idea. Hat Girl seemed to have paled a bit when they brought up a metro, and so that was an idea that was tossed out completely.

In the end, Hat Girl's idea was the one they went with. It turned out the heat of summer made the tour the cheapest it would be all year, which made sense when you thought about it. It didn't even cost too much, to begin with, in the end, the only other option that could have worked was a movie night, and they could easily do that from home. So under the claim of just going on a walk, the family left one morning for the place.

"Why is it taking so long?" Platinum eventually asked once they had stopped for a break.

"It's the middle of a desert, we'll get there soon." Hat Girl said as she looked over at him, him giving a fake huff but then having to hold back a chuckle. Right Hand Man rolled his eyes from nearby, he had already done a scan of the area the other day when he had time to sneak away, and he knew they were almost there. He just wanted to make sure Reginald didn't get too tired. "You should have seen how fast I could run across places like those years ago."

"Just don't get yourself too tried out," Reginald said, taking a drink of water before standing up again, dusting the sand off before going to put his gloves back on, ignoring the shaking head of his husband. He knew it was a bad idea, but he felt more comfortable with the gloves on, he could make it through the day with them. "Alright, I think we should get going again unless any of you need another minute."

"Let's just go!" Platinum said, starting to race off.

"Platinum, stop tryin' to run off every time we get movin' again." Right Hand Man said, garbing his hood. Platinum glared at him but sighed as he stopped trying to run, Right Hand Man letting him go before he began to walk forward. He didn't know for sure if anything was or wasn't out here, so he had to hope nothing went wrong. "Alright, we should be seein' it any moment now. When we get there, don't try to pull anythin'."

"I see it!" Hat Girl said, spotting the ruins not too far away. Platinum let out a smile and the two started to race there, although they didn't go too fast since it has a steep hilly area. Right Hand Man just sighed, deciding to let them go ahead, he was sure they would be able to handle themselves for a few minutes. Hat girl looked around once she got there. "It's so cool here, look at that tower!"

"Huh, looks like something we should check out when we get the chance." Platinum said, smiling as he leaned against the wall, looking up at the sky as he waited for their parents to catch up. It was nice to see somewhere new after all, even if the place was old and about to fall apart at any moment. He glanced back at the tower again. "Wait, is that off-limits or something? Why is there a gate around it? A modern one?"

"It's off-limits." Right Hand Man said as he walked over to them, Platinum sighing and tapping his foot against the ground. Where was the fun in that, if you're on a tour to see a bunch of ancient stuff at least let you go into the cool stuff? But no, you have to see a bunch of coolish but not cool stuff, you could probably see the world from that tower. "'nd I know w'ot yer Probably thinkin', no runnin' off to it."

"Relax Papa, we're not crazy." Hat Girl said with a smile. "Although I did climb Snatcher's tree once, and that was around the same height."

"That's lovely, but I agree with your father, neither of you is going near it," Reginald said, walking over to them after having gotten everything settled with the people who ran the place. He had some sweat on his face, but it was more from being nervous than the heat. He knew he was safe here, he wouldn't go to jail just by standing around, but still. "They said we're fine to walk around on our own as long as we don't mess with anything."

"Alright, good to know." Right Hand Man said, and Platinum let out a small sigh. He soon glanced in the town as he walked forward, trying to piece together anything interesting in his sight. The place looked like it could have been part of some desert kingdom, it easily could have been, so what could have caused it to end up this way. Platinum looked back and waved the others over. "Good, make sure ya stay in my sights."

"Yeah, I know, why do you think I stood here?" Platinum asked.

"Come on, we don't have all day guys. We have to get home for dinner." Hat Girl said as she began to look around, a bit of awe in her eyes. She didn't fully understand why she wasn't here before. It felt like those timepieces covered every part of this planet back in the day, so why hadn't one landed here. It would have been a break from all the chaos she loved, but still. "It feels so... magic filed here, or that there once was some here."

"Perhaps," Reginald said as he looked around. He could feel what she was talking about, which was scary in some way. It was like some energy was hidden here, but... no, surely he must be mistaken. It just might be the break and his stress mixing into one. But why could he almost feel a figure of heat behind him... He shook his head when he felt Right Hand Man grab his hand. "I'm fine Righty. Just started into space."

"You sure?" The cyborg asked, tilting his head. "We can go if you need."

"No, I'm fine. I'll let you know if I'm feeling off, and even then we can go to some shade." Reginald said, and Right Hand Man gave an unsure nod. Reginald was still his chief as much as he was his husband, Right Hand Man could suggest something but at the end of the day, it was usually Reginald's final call. "Besides, we just got here anyway, we can at least stay for two or three hours before we start heading back."

Hat Girl didn't pay much attention to her parents, instead of looking over the walls. It looked like there could have been some markings there, but she couldn't know for sure. It appeared to be sketches of the nomads or people like them, but she had to squint to even begin to see them. She wasn't sure if she was trying to see something that just wasn't there. "Could be a story for all I know." She said with a sigh to herself. A story she couldn't learn.

For the next hour or two, the family went around this lost piece of history. It was mostly the same buildings, a few of which they were allowed to walk into, but it all had such mystery to it. None of them were ever ones to go look for the mystery in mysterious places, the closest being Hat Girl at this moment, but it was a sight to behold, and even criminal clan members who came from another world couldn't help but be in some form of awe.

Of course, Platinum and Hat Girl brought a bit of extra joy when it was needed, messing around with one another or cracking a joke when it felt called for. It allowed Right Hand Man and Reginald to relax. The closest to them running off was when Platinum stood on the thin edge of some old well when they weren't looking, and the well was only three feet away from them. The four all got their chance to enjoy the moment.

Reginald soon found himself leading against the wall of one of the buildings, looking to the side.

"Do we need to start leavin'?" Right Hand Man asked, walking over and placing a hand on the man's shoulder. Reginald shook his head while Right Hand Man got into the bag they brought with him, garbing water and placing it in the man's hand.

"No, Righty, I'm fine. Just getting a little hot is all." Reginald said, giving a dismissive hand but still drinking the water. Right Hand Man nodded, and Reginald kept his hand in his pocket so Right Hand Man couldn't just pull the glove off. He rather not take them off until he felt like it was getting too heated, maybe wearing all black all the time wasn't a good thing. "Although now might be a good time to head to some shade."

"Not that we're goin' to get much t'is time of day." Right Hand Man noticed, holding a hand to his human eye as he glanced at the sun. It was almost directly over their heads, and the shadows around were too small thanks to that. He gave a bit of a hum, and after a moment flew up, leaving Reginald confused on the ground for a moment until he came down. "An oasis or somethin' of the sorts is over to t'e side of us, a decent bit away."

"That's good." He said, before frowning. "You're sweating a lot more than before."

"Really? Ya only worry about t'e 'eat when it isn't affecting ya? But yeah, heatwaves or somethin'." Right Hand Man said, looking to the side as he brushed the sweat off his face. He briefly touched the metal side of his face and shuddered at the surprising chill he got from it. It wasn't even close to being cold, his human flesh was just so heated. "We should probably go there on foot. Would suggest air anyway but I know ya."

"And that's good to know," Reginald said, before looking over at where Hat Girl and Platinum were. Both seemed to be doing perfectly fine. Granted, he programmed Platinum and knew he had some fans that would kick on if he started to get too hot, but Hat Girl was hardly breaking a sweat. He had no idea how she could manage the heat easily, but then again, alien. "I think we should let the kids keep looking around."

"Suppose they 'aven't done anything dumb." Right Hand Man nodded in acknowledgment, although it was clear he wasn't sure of the idea. Still, he turned over to them. "Platinum! Hattie!"

"Huh?" Platinum asked as he looked over. He and Hat Girl were looking at one of the houses, managing to get a bit of a look at the inside thanks to a window. It looked like it was used to store weapons which were confusing since if this was where the nomads came from, that made no sense to either of them and they were discussing what could have happened. "Yeah, is everything ok? Both of you look ready to fall."

"We're fine, just a little hot is all," Reginald said with a smile, Hat Girl looking over with a worried expression. Guess his voice was starting to sound a bit off or something, not anything he could do about it though. The two started to walk over, and he shook his head before they could speak. "We're going to be heading to an oasis nearby to cool down. You two can keep looking if you want to, just come to us when you're done."

"Alright, just be careful you two!" Hat Girl said. "Don't want a giant earthworm or snake to show up out of nowhere and get you!"

"Don't worry, my eye is a laser for a reason." Right Hand Man said, looking over at her. She gave a nod and he took Reginald's hand and began to lead him in the direction of the oasis he saw. Hat Girl watched them leave, and briefly thought about joining them but decided it was probably best to give them both a little bit of time alone. She went back to looking through all the buildings and stuff around.

"It's amazing how these can stand the test of time." Hat Girl commented, before pausing as she turn the corner into an alley. In it was a more gray stone, with much more notable symbols carved into it. It looked so familiar like she saw it before. The images of orange and blue faintly flashed into her mind before she shook her head. "You think they would have built this in a more clear space, it looks important."

"Yeah, it does." Platinum said, putting his hand up to it. He paused as he glanced at the tower nearby, then facepalmed. "What are we doing?! This is our chance! We need to get to the tower!"

"Oh yeah!" Hat Girl said, looking over at the tower in the distance, her eyes lighting up a bit at the thought. It would be easy to sneak through it and to it, all they had to worry about was spending too long inside that they get caught. Luckily she brought her hats with her so that shouldn't end up being too much of an issue in reality. "Well, let's get going! Just be careful not to let Dad or Papa see you!"

"Aww, are you trying to get out of a race?" Platinum asked, tilting his head to the side as he began to walk ahead of her, her humming as she began to speed walk just enough to stay right beside him if he tried anything. He let out a chuckle as they slowly began to leave the old town area of it all. He let out a hum in thought. "Maybe it's something like a watchtower for foes? It does look like there was once a wall here."

"Maybe." Hat Girl said, looking around at it. The way it reached for the sky, you could probably see the top of it from the stars. "It does look a little more broken now that we're a bit closer."

"Relax, what's the worst that can happen?" Platinum asked, Hat Girl looking over with a bit of a worried look. Before trying to shrug it off. She climbed a bunch of broken stuff when she was here before, she even climbed up some weird broken floating hourglass thing! She can handle a tower like this, it just must be being older worrying her! "Alright, now let's get racing now, nothing can stop us now!"

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It was quiet when Right Hand Man and Reginald got to the oasis, and that was a good thing. Reginald got under the shade of one of the trees and led against it, half worried he was going to fall through and find out he was just seeing things. But he didn't and Right Hand Man got beside him, checking over to where the town was faintly noticeable nearby. Likely was ready to race over there in case something began to happen.

Reginald was quiet as the wind blew through the area, it almost appeared to have some sort of song with it. He sighed as he leaned his head into his husband's shoulder, humming to the tone he thought he heard.

"Ya know, it was nice to get away, even just for a day." Right Hand Man said, feeling the faint nod Reginald gave. He chuckled as he looked at the nearby water. It was strange, it felt like it was a little too clear for being here. But then again, he had to learn to stop questioning everything once they got on this planet. "If we broug't t'e clan 'ere, they would have probably tried to steal a wall fragment or somet'in'."

"They're not pokémon evil team members, we're fine," Reginald said, Right Hand Man having to hold back a laugh at the suddenness of that comment. He paused when he felt a movement, glancing to the side to see Reginald rubbing at his hands a bit. In a quick motion, he reached over and pulled the glove off his right hand, tossing it to the side. "Righty!" Reginald asked, shocked. "What was that for!?" He said before he began to get up.

"Uh, nope." Right Hand Man said, garbing his hand and forcing him down. "Ya can live without it for a few minutes."

"But.. ok.." Reginald said, glancing away as he sat back down, garbing his hand with his gloved hand. Right Hand Man felt bad and was debating going and grabbing the glove now. He then glanced over after a moment, Reginald looking at his hand. The lighter patches of skin on the darker side seemed to shine in the light. "At least these are easy to hide. I know it isn't a big deal but it's always bugged me. Why can't... you're listening to my whispering."

"Come on, ya do it all the time." Right Hand Man said, looking over at him as Reginald shook his head with a shrug. Right Hand Man never understood why it bugged him so much. It was just Vitiligo. He knew it was a scare to Reginald's family when he was younger but that shouldn't affect his current life. "Besides, ya s'ouldn't let yer worries get ya too 'ot."

"Like the fact you pause at every word beginning with 'Y' you hear, Ya-" Reginald was cut off by a metal hand over his mouth, him chuckling a bit as he pushed it away with a smug look. Right Hand Man looked to the side, a small blush on his cheek as Reginald glanced at his hand. He took his ring off one finger before removing the glove from his hand. "Maybe you have a point, as long as you're willing to wash any sand out later."

"Deal." Right Hand Man said, and Reginald tossed the second glove over to where the first one was, although it didn't make the whole trip. He placed the ring back on the finger and paused a bit. He couldn't remember the last time he saw the ring in his hand without the glove. It looked nice on it, not as nice as with the glove but it was different. "Ya know, I 'ope t'ings get back to normal soon."

"I mean, were they ever normal, Righty? Think about our lives for a moment." Reginald said as he looked at him. "We're both people who ended up in a giant clan by chance, rose our way to the top, adopted an alien girl, created a proper living AI, one of us got turned into a cyborg, we launched an orbital station into space..." Reginald paused as he glanced at the water. "And now we're here, on an alien planet, safe but trying to get home."

"Story of our lives, simple." Right Hand Man claimed, standing up after a moment. He began to walk around the area with a faint hum, Reginald watching from the distance, taking a drink of water. The cyborg looked over at him with a smile, both of them locking eyes. It was just so good to see each other. Both of them nearly broke thanks to that one man's actions...

For a few moments, they stayed with each other, messing around with one another in the simple ways both of them liked. Reginald would take any opportunity he could to play with Right Hand Man's hair, and the cyborg did everything he could to try and fluster his partner, often leading to Reginald playing upset. It got some small laughs out of them both, and it seemed to help make the worries of the past few days go away.

Eventually, they heard some small footsteps, and Right Hand Man looked over a bit confused. He saw one of the Nomads, or someone related to them, that ran this place there. He let go of his husband's hands and looked over as Reginald went to go find his gloves. He knew the small creature wasn't going to do anything to harm them, but it was more a habit than anything. "I'm sorry, are we not suppose to be 'ere rig't now?" He asked.

"No, I mean you can." The person said. "I was told to find you and let you know."

"Find us? Let us know? Is something going to happen? Did something happen? What's going on?" Reginald asked as he looked over, his voice showing more and more worry as he spoke. Him and Right Hand Man locked eyes for a moment. It was clear that the same thought was going through their minds. Did something happen to the kids? "We can pack up and leave if we need to, it's just we need to find our group."

"You don't have to leave the whole area, although that would be advised. You see that very old tower over there." The nomad pointed to the tower. Right Hand Man nodded, it was hard to miss after all. "Well, we were supposed to get that updated a few days ago, but we just found out it's becoming unstable, and the top could fall off any moment and take parts of the tower with it. Your head should stay on the edge of town while we take care of this." The nomad explained, a hint of worry in their voice.

"Oh, well, thank you for letting us know!" Reginald said, giving a smile to the Nomad, who nodded and left, likely to head back to the town. Reginald went and grabbed their bag, staring at the tower in the distance. An uneasy feeling filled his stomach as he looked over at Right Hand Man, who was thinking about something. "You don't think Hattie and Platinum could be in that, do you? We told them not to do anything like that."

"They're our kids, as soon as we don't have an eye on them, it's chaos." Right Hand Man said, and without another word between the two, the two began to race to the tower, panic in Reginald's eyes and annoyance and panic in Right Hand Man's. He should have known they would do something like this, they can't be perfectly good for a day. "I could try and fly there, but it would end up being a waste of energy on the off chance they aren't."

"Just prepare to do so if you see it start to fall," Reginald said, and Right Hand Man nodded. Reginald faced the tower again. "Oh you two, please be ok."

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The inside of the tower was just a blur of many different things, Hat Girl was starting to think it was supposed to be a castle rather than just a tower. There were rooms filled with books, rooms with weapons, empty rooms that had nothing but cobwebs and spiders, they even had a room that appeared to at one point have a lot of food in it or was meant to store food. It was like this place was supposed to be something that could travel or more of a portal than a tower.

Of course, they would never know for sure, but it was interesting to go through it all. It was a bit surprising to see how advanced some rooms appear compared to others, there looked to be a lab at one point, with a few jars of what could be potions still in there and ready for use. Platinum wanted to smash one against the ground to see what it would do, and as much as she was curious, Hat Girl stopped him from doing so.

The further they climbed the tower, the more questions she slowly got. Was this supposed to be just a tower that stored stuff? Did it have some bigger purpose? What would cause the nomads to need to leave if everything they seemed to need was in this tower alone?

"Huh, these seed things look like they might still grow, might throw them into the greenhouse sometime to see what happens." Platinum said, making Hat Girl look over as he placed the small bag in his pocket. She knew it most likely wouldn't end up growing in the dirt if it was a desert plant, but then again what did she know. "These rooms are starting to look the same, at least the view is getting better."

"Yeah, I suppose so." She said, looking out a window as they began to climb the next staircase. They were getting higher and higher off the ground to the point where looking down almost seemed to make everything become a blur. As Platinum hopped into the next room, Hat Girl grabbed the wall as it seemed to have shaken. "Hey, I'm all for fun and risk, but maybe now we put the risk part away. Even you could break from this height."

"Alright, don't worry." Platinum said, waving a dismissive hand as he began to scan the new room they were in. It looked like another mini library, but it had cases with different stuff in it. "Weird."

"And a bit creepy.. this place is making me feel more uneasy than Subcon." Hat Girl said, although then again she now lived close to Subcon, one of her friends lived there, and she had some good memories there, so it was likely those that kept her from saying the forest was creepy compared to this. "I wonder what all this stuff is for..." She said as she walked up to one of the broken cases which had a vast in it.

"No kidding." Platinum commented as he grabbed a book off the nearby shelf and started to go through the pages at random. He could be interested in something in it, even if it was unlikely. His eye kept being drawn to one of the cases in the room, however, and he wasn't sure exactly why. Hat Girl went behind him, likely to check out the bookcase as well, and he handed her the book. "Maybe it was for some spell or something."

"Possibly." Hat Girl said it was as good of a guess as any. "I mean, they appeared to be drawn to the mountains goat-ghost magic."

For a moment, she thought she heard a hum in the room. She turned to the staircase they came from and thought she saw a cloaked figure there for a moment, but in a blink, they were gone. She shook her head a bit, the tower was likely starting to mess with her mind is all. She turned back to Platinum, who was starring in confusion, and some worry in one of the cases. "Hattie.. you might want to look at this." He said as she walked over.

Inside was a stone tablet with pictures, and some writing they couldn't make out. It looked like it was made a long time ago. It had pictures of the moon, a boy with a sword. A rocket... Two moon penguins. And her, both her in her current age and her when she first steps onto this planet.

"What the peck!?" Hat Girl asked as she stared at it, breaking the case with one hit from her first to get a better look at it, not caring about the little bit of blood that came from the action. Platinum starred in shock as he looked at her, holding it close in confusion as she stared at it. "I'm in this? I'm talking to myself?! How, why!? What does this mean?! Who's the kid with the sword? What am I meant to do?!"

"Hattie, calm down!" Platinum said as he looked at her. "I have no idea either! This is all crazy and I don't like it!"

"If you don't like it that's fine, it's me who should be worried!" Hat Girl said. She snapped her fingers and brought her bag into existence, opening it and beginning to put the stone piece inside of it to get it out of sight. She looked at Platinum who was in thought and Hat Girl shook her head as she glanced to the side. "Look, sorry! It's just, no way could have been made when I was on this planet before."

"I know what you're supposed to do!" Platinum said. "You take the sword from the boy, kill the two birds and then give it to your past self! Then you go to stab the moon using the rocket!" He said with a smile. He noticed her look. "Uhh, maybe not that?"

"Platinum why on earth would you... it's as good of a guess as anything." Hat Girl said with a sigh, staring out the nearby window in worry. What was this meant to mean, what was she to do with all this? She looked over as Platinum placed a hand on her shoulder, hope in his eyes. She offered a small smile but soon sighed as she pushed his hand away. "Thanks, Platinum, but, this isn't something that can be brushed off."

"Try me." Platinum said with a shrug. She let out a chuckle at that, and he smiled. "Hey, it's gonna be ok. Just, maybe keep this from Dad and Pops for now, alright? Who knows how they'll react... maybe we should be getting back to them soon. They're likely worried sick by now."

"I suppose you have a point there... Plus they'll kill us if they find out we were here." She said, turning to leave. Only as she did, she catch a glimpse of the cloaked figure on the stairs leading up, staring at her from the shadows. She looked at them, and quickly they raced up the stairs, her being quick to follow. "Hey, you get back here!" She called. "You got a lot of explaining to do about all of this!"

"Hat Girl, wait!" Platinum called as he raced up the stairs, only briefly hearing the cracks that seem to get louder with all of their steps. The place started to shake a bit, not by much at first. Platinum just had his eyes on his sister the whole time, until she suddenly stopped. "What were you-" He paused as he looked around, dust falling and ground shaking. "Sister, I believe we may have made a mistake, a big one!"

"Oh no!" She called and quickly reached into her bag from her sprint hat. She threw it on and tossed her normal hat to Platinum. "Here!"

"What am I supposed to do with this!" Platinum asked in a panic. Hat Girl couldn't answer, looking out the nearby window to see how far they were from the ground, only to freeze upon seeing how high up they were. She briefly caught a glimpse of the cloaked figure, somehow on a lower level, looking through a window before disappearing. "Sister, we should be going, now!" Platinum said, grabbing her arm and beginning to race down.

"Sorry!" Hat Girl said, letting go of his hand once she got the chance, and spritting ahead to try and see if there was a safer way. This ended up being somewhat of a mistake because she seemed to cause parts of the upper floors to fall around them. One of which fell on the clear path ahead. She froze upon seeing that, racing back to Platinum.

"You did something and it blocked a pathway didn't you?" Platinum asked, Hat Girl giving a nod before garbing his arm and pulling him back downstairs. He was trying to keep it together, but he was panicking a lot. This wasn't how he wanted to die, after all, he hardly considered death a threat to him but now it was too real. "Oh man, if I get out of this alive I need to tell Van how I feel! I think! And say sorry to Pops!"

"For a lot I'm, why are we talking about this stuff!?" Hat Girl asked, trying to pick up the bolder-like object. She was able to, but it crash into the roof and caused more collapsing, blocking the stairway. "Oh no, what am I going to do!" She said as she backed up, tears in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry!"

"Kids, t'ere ya are!" They heard a voice say, anger, worry, and relief all mixed into one. They looked out the nearby window to see the cyborg flying there. They were both so relieved to see him, possibly more than they've ever been. They both raced to the window seal, Platinum letting Hat Girl go a bit further than him. "What was the one thing we told you two not to do?!" He said. "Ugh it doesn't matter, let's get ya out."

"Please!" Hat Girl said, a bit worried but happy at the same time. "We won't do this again!"

"Trust ya won't, but at t'e same time I know ya'll pull somethin' like t'is again!" Right Hand Man said, before garbing Hat Girl's hand and pulling her out. He only then realized the issue at hand, he had only ever taken one person at a time before, and he was going to have to be careful about this. After a moment, he looked at Platinum and Hat Girl. "Ok, Hattie, I'm goin' to need ya to get on t'e wall 'nd try to get on my back."

"Got it!" She said and began to reach for it. They all knew the plan they were going with was flawed, but it was the only option they had. She managed to grab onto the wall, while Right Hand Man turned around and Platinum got ready. "Here I go!" She said before jumping, quickly grabbing onto the cyborg's back as she fell on him. "I'm sorry for this Papa, I should have listened to you and Dad!"

"Yea, I know." Right Hand Man said. "Platinum, garb my 'and!"

"Got it, no need to say it twice. Just be ready for me now!" He called, before jumping out of the window, just barely garbing his father's outstretched hand. Right Hand Man quickly got a grip on him, before beginning to quickly fly away from the tower, dodging a piece that nearly fell on them in the process. As soon as they were a safe distance away, he went from the ground. "Man, that could have easily been bad."

"Are you two ok. Y-You scared me to death!" Reginald said as he reached over, Right Hand Man fell to the ground as soon as he could safely get them off of them. He hugged both of them tightly and the two hugged back. Hat Girl wiped some tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, Dad, we're fine, mostly." Platinum said, looking to the side. He was happy to be safe, he was just having an issue processing the situation. The data was trying to find its way through his head and it felt like he had a big bug. He looked back at the cyborg who was starting to get up and felt bad. He never meant for anything bad to happen. "I'm sorry, it was my idea. I should have known better, even with my programming."

"I went along with it though, I easily could have stopped you..." Hat Girl said. Reginald slowly let them go, as she rubbed her arm as glanced at the sand beneath her. What would have happened if they had died. In a way, they were the clan's future. Been around for years. The clan didn't need another loss in a second. "I'm sorry, I am." She started to tear up again. "I-I was sure we'd be fine I-"

"Hattie, please don't cry," Reginald said, wiping away her tears as she looked at him. He offered her a small smile. "Look, it was dangerous to go there, you just don't do that again and you'll be ok."

"I won't. I'll have to be dragged there to do something that dumb again. Unless there's some general important purpose, but that's unlikely." She said, placing a hand on her fathers. Reginald nodded a bit at that and soon walked over to Right Hand Man to check on him. Hat Girl glanced at her hands, which had a little bit of blood on them, but not too much. "I guess we were lucky there. Right place at the right time to get saved."

"Still, yer bot' grounded." Right Hand Man said as he looked over, Platinum looking over surprised and annoyed. Hat Girl let out a shrug as she went into her bag she snapped back for some bandages, ignoring the rock that was inside. Platinum went to speak up again but stopped before he said anything, as Right Hand Man shook his head. "Ya two aren't leavin' the orbital station for at least a week, likely longer if we're 'onest."

"Come on Pops!" Platinum whined, crossing his arms. "We're fine, that's all that matters, can't it just be for a day?"

"No, Platinum. Listen to your father..." Reginald said, sighing as he put his head in his hand. Platinum glanced to the side, there was no real way of winning now. Not when Pops got Dad on his side. He just looked at Hat Girl, who was taking it well. Then again, he wouldn't expect less. She was the future leader after all. Reginald soon looked at Right Hand Man. "We should all head back before anything else happens."

"Alright... Today was fun though." Hat Girl said. "Uhh, before the tower stuff." She quickly clarified and Reginald nodded in agreement. And then the group began to head off, Hat Girl glancing back at the tower. It was decently intact, the top levels were the only things missing. Still, that cloaked figure... she shook her head. "Just throw the rock in your room when you get home, and you'll be fine and can forget this." She mumbled.

"Hattie, not too loud." Platinum whispered as he walked up beside her, Hat girl shrugging. Right Hand Man gave a confused look. Something was bugging his daughter. He needed to find out what.

From the shadows of one of the town buildings, a cloak figured watched them. "She's part of that story. If only I knew what was supposed to happen next."

-------

Snatcher knew it was a dream. They were by a river he had never seen before, Shadow Kid was splashing in the water of it, laughing as she ran across it. He offered a smile to her, a chuckle at times. But still, something felt off about all of this. When he glanced at the water, he could see a glimpse of what looked to be ashes floating. A glow seemed to faintly emit from them as if they were refusing to disappear.

"Papa." Shadow Kid called, making him look over at her as she tilted her head. "Are you ok? You seem like something is wrong with you."

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine! Just, looking around." Snatcher said, giving a small awkward shrug before Shadow Kid shrugged and got back to playing. He smiled as he floated over, giving her a small splash with the water, making her laugh. He reached into the water to do so again... but blood came with his hand when he pulled it out. "H-Huh?" He stated, staring at it confused. What kind of dream, or nightmare, was this?

"Papa, what's that in your hand." Shadow Kid asked, reaching for it. He tried to think of how to cover up the blood, but she opened his palm, he didn't even realize he closed it. It was hard to tell under all the blood, but it had this weird shape. Felt like some sort of metal. It seems to have some marking on it. "Ooo, it looks kinda pretty Papa! We need to make it when I wake up!" She said, smiling and giggling.

"You... we're in the same dream?" Snatcher asked, tilting his head. "How is that possible, why is this happening. What with this badge. Does it-"

He paused, garbing her as it felt like something just rushed past him, a splash of water covering them as he closed his eyes and grabbed her. "The fire will rise. The Light Must Fight. But before the rise, another must return. Only one between life and death can cause such a state."

He gasped as he woke up, Shadow Kid shivering from the stairs as she looked at him. He looked over at her, and in one moment, had her in his lap as he brought a blanket close. "Why don't we both sleep together tonight, my little shadow?" He asked, the child giving a nod. He sighed and tried to shake out the voice that had filled his head. For a moment, he thought it was clear.

"The book of the spell one will misunderstand, and the book that for years trapped another. Use them, create a spell anew, and everything will follow its path."

Welp, that was enough dumb supernaturally movies for the year.

#the henry stickmin collection #a hat in time #right hand man #hat girl #hat kid #henry stickmin oc #reginald copperbottom #copperright #nomads #ahit snatcher #shadow puppet #shadow kid #mr. thick #foreshadowing #henry stickmin fanfic #a hat in time fanfic

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aiiwa · 4 years ago

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HIIII im not sure if my first ask went through cos my app crashed just when i sent it so pls ignore if this you received it 😭 anyway congrats again to ur milestone nona!! 🥳 for fmk, how about daichi, sugawara and asahi? 🤠

ahhh hi bby, i didn’t get your first ask but i got this one!! thank you so much lovey 💖 i struggle a bit with the karasuno third years but i hope i did them some justice hehe

FUCK - sawamura daichi. big man with thicc thighs make me wanna fuhhh.

you gave yourself a whole new meaning to ‘fuck the police,’ as you were quite literally fucking the police. well, not the whole squadron; just one, big, sexy officer to call your own. and although daichi was a dom through and through, there were just some moments where you just couldn’t help but mess with him. and as he was having a nap, he had woken up to you straddling him, his own metal cuffs locking around his wrists.

he had calmly told you to release him, a dark look in his eyes as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his blue button up, his navy peaked cap on top of your pretty head. of course, you only smirked, you were the one in power now. and with that you sat yourself between his thighs.

“nghh, daddy, look at me.” you pant, your own fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. you can’t even tell how long you’ve been playing with yourself in front of him, the puddle of your juices underneath you was telling, but you had yet to make yourself cum.

through hooded eyes you can see daichi straining against the cuffs above his head, veins popping out of his arms, and his bare chest heaving. you had tugged down his shorts, and now his cock was full erecting, throbbing against his belly, angry tip leaking all over him.

“angel.” daichi called out to you in your haze. “look at yourself, you know you can’t cum unless it’s on daddy’s cock, isn’t that right?” you mewl in response, drunk on the need to cum. “so how about you release me now, and maybe i won’t punish you for this.”

MARRY - sugawara koushi. idk he’s just so pretty.

marriage came with many things; new responsibilities, new adventures, a partner for life, and of course, a name change. although the latter is more of a personal preference, you could only scoff when koushi had given you the option of if you wanted to take his surname or not. you couldn’t wait to take his name, and now it was yours.

but it was definitely taking you awhile to get used to.

school had just finished, and you were standing outside the gates of the elementary school koushi taught at; waiting for your husband so the two of you could walk to the ice cream shop you frequented together. you were distracted with sending him a message, when you heard a young voice call out;

“sugawara-san!” you looked up from your phone expecting to see your husband near by, but the man in question was nowhere to be found. “sugawara-san~” the voice was right next to you, belonging to a young girl who was now tugging at the end of your summer dress.

“oh, hello.” you said, realising she was referring to you.

“sugawara-san, you’re so pretty! i got this flower for you.” taking the offered daisy, you smile, cheeks filling with heat as you thanked the little girl before she ran off. only seconds later did your husband appear, already chuckling at your cheesy grin.

“i saw that, sugawara-san.” koushi teased, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. “already forgetting your name?”

“hush, koushi.” you mumbled, leaning into his embrace and tucking the daisy behind his ear. “i could never forget.”

KISS - azumane asahi. this man is so soft, so kithes for him.

you said it once, and you’d say it again, but it was completely unfair how soft asahi’s hair was. whenever you would say as much to your giant, teddy bear of a boyfriend; his cheeks would flush, as he thanked you with a shy little grin that made you want to combust.

but you absolutely adored moments like now when he would ask you to braid his hair, giving him a reason to sit between your legs and rest his head on your lap. a show you two had taken a liking to played in the background; while your fingers worked dligently, lightly scratching his scalp as you folded silken strands into each other. tying off the end with your cherry hair tie, you cupped the sides of his face.

“all done.” warm, brown eyes looked up at you - love and adoration clear.

“thank you, bub, felt good.”

you just couldn’t help yourself; leaning down you trailed kisses from his temple to the side of his jaw, before pressing your lips to his. a sweet kiss, that had you softly moaning into his mouth when his tongue brushed against yours, and his long fingers wrapped around your calves.

your fingers found their way into his hair again, groaning when they became tangled in the braid. asahi only chuckled at your slight annoyance, before flipping around and lifting you up.

“c’mon, you can fix my hair again after for me.”

FMK CLOSED.

#💖 nona hits 500 #zarah❣️#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #asahi x reader

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 5 years ago

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A Trip to the Market

WELP I JUST WENT AND WROTE A FIC FOR @cptnbvcks NOW SHE’S GOTTA FORGIVE ME FOR TALKING ABT FUCKING JAR JAR BINKS

This fic is really indulgent. Cus what this fandom totally needs is another fic abt groping in a cantina and then fuckin in alley. Anyway I hope you enjoy this horny mess i’ve made. This one’s for all my homies with thicc thighs! directily inspired by this post and then encougraged this idiot

Din DjarinX female!Reader (no y/n)//The Mandalorian

wordcount: 5.4k

warnings: SMUT, dom!Mando, bondage/ropes (not restraints tho), teasing, slight exhibitionism/sex in public, fingering, penetration, cockwarming, oral (f receving), some cum eating, aftercare, shibari **PLEASE NOTE: I DONT KNOW SHIT ABT SHIBARI, THIS FIC IS FANTASY, DO NOT USE IT AS A GUIDE. go learn abt it from someone who knows what they’re talking abt cus that’s not me lol

You hadn’t been sitting long when Mando arrived—crossing the threshold of the cantina exactly when he said he would, as punctual as ever. You watched as he surveyed the room, taking in every patron before moving from the entrance. He made his way across the dusty floor, his steps strong and sure as he approached your table.

Silently he slid in the booth, settling to sit directly next to you with his back to the wall. You had been mindful to choose a table in the back of the room, knowing his preference for positioning himself.

“Have a good morning?” He asked, the visor of his helmet tilting towards you ever so slightly.

“We did,” you smiled, thinking about the little green toddler before taking a sip of your drink as you shifted your weight, adjusting to be more comfortably seated—your surprise for Mando proving to make sitting for an extended period quite awkward. “We went for a walk along the river and caught some toads. Little guy was worn out by the time we got back so he’s down for a nap right now instead of coming along. Any luck finding the lead on that bounty?” You fiddled with the cup in your hand, rocking the bottom of it against the stained wooden table as he hummed in response, the sound coming across crackled through his helmet.

“No.” Mando’s answer was clipped and you could tell he was distracted. Unable to see his eyes, it was impossible to know exactly what he was looking at, but you’d bet all your credits he had finally noticed the creep at the bar.

From the moment you had walked in he’d been staring, watching intently as you ordered your drink and sat down to wait for the Mandalorian. The stranger wore a wide brim hat pulled low over his brow, shading his face in the already dimly lit cantina. You had been stared at plenty of times before, but usually they stopped once they caught a glimpse of the Mandalorian. This guy though, he had continued to keep his head turned squarely in your direction.

“I’ve just been ignoring him,” you stated as you nudged Mando’s elbow with your own, pulling his attention back to you.

“I know,” he replied, still looking out, watching the room. “As long as he doesn’t try anything.”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Mando’s hand started to move, pulling away from where it rested on the tabletop. Situations like this with the creep were nothing new, and both you and Mando realized that sometimes, certain displays were effective in getting a message across to strangers that wouldn’t leave you alone. When you were making plans earlier with Mando over the com-link, he suggested meeting up at the cantina, and you wondered if something like this would happen—but as his hand landed on the bare skin just below the hem of your skirt, you suddenly didn’t care.

The worn leather of Mando’s glove cupped your knee, giving a small squeeze before continuing to drift along your thigh. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile—there was a bubble of excitement in your chest that was not only your normal jitters from feeling Mando’s hands on you, but an eagerness for him to discover…

His pinky bumped into it first. You could tell he had noticed by the way his touch hesitated before continuing. Once the rest of his fingers slid further up, stroking over each ridge of the eight woven cords binding around your thighs, his helmet spun around—his neck snapping to face you. You tried to flash him a face of innocence as if you had no idea why you suddenly had the ever-vigilant Mandalorian’s undivided attention.

Looping a finger through one one of the bands wrapped around your legs he tugged, feeling the soft give of your flesh against the coarse material. “Are these ropes?” he asked, his voice sounding low through the vocoder as the visor stayed even, trained on you. You could almost feel his gaze boring into you like blaster fire, watching for even the slightest hint of a tell.

“Uh-huh,” you confirmed with a quick nod. “Tied it myself.”

“I want to see—”

“No!” You spoke quickly, hands jumping to grab his forearm as you interrupted him before remembering to keep your voice low. “Mando, there’s people watching.” You raised your eyebrows, trying to make your point clear but you felt his touch tracing along the crisscrossing cords, following how they snaked around your curves.

You had taken your time before leaving the Razor Crest, starting at your waist and then moving to twist the rope to wrap around each leg four times. The loops were spaced evenly along outside of your thigh, crisscrossing into an alluring woven pattern that drew in towards your center. It had been a spur of the moment idea, a fun way to surprise the Mandalorian—and you were happy with the results so far. You felt secure with the cords winding around your hips and you knew he also enjoyed when you were bound like this—even if it was unusual for you to tie them yourself.

But Mando didn’t like your answer. Seeing his face wasn’t necessary to know he was annoyed, you could feel the warning in the way his hand tensed.

With a gulp you finished off your drink and left the empty cup on the table before moving away from him, scooting out of the booth. He didn’t try to hold you in your seat, letting your legs slide from under his hands. Gathering your things, you draped the strap of your messenger bag over your shoulder so the leather crossed your chest, resting comfortable between your breasts.

“I have a few errands I want to run, see if I can find one of those valves and maybe get some food.” You tried to keep your expression nonchalant, attempting to sound candid and not react to the way Mando was watching you. It was hard to tell just where he was looking but you were sure he was imagining you without your flowy orange sundress.

“Fine,” he sighed, his voice sounding like a huff through the distortion of the hemlet. Mando rose from his seat, standing over you before he gestured for you to lead the way.

You couldn’t remember the last time Mando had walked beside you. Usually he trailed two paces behind, keeping you directly in his range of vision as he scanned the surroundings—always on alert incase of a surprise—but now he stayed close, his shoulder occasionally bumping yours until he raised his hand to rest on the small of your back.

His fingers stroked along your hips—something small that seemed like an affectionate caress at first, but he was searching. Once he found the bump from the rope that looped around your middle under the fabric of your dress, he thumbed at it, idly strumming—and training your thoughts on his touch.

You tried to ignore him, searching the stalls as you moved through the open air market. Stepping away from his grasp, you approached a vendor, interested in the fruits they were selling. His hand had fallen from your back but Mando stayed within arm’s reach.

The Mandalorian appeared stoic as ever as you attempted to barter with the middle aged man who stood across the table of produce. The vendor had no way of seeing how Mando’s hand danced around the hem of your skirt behind you—the occasional brush of his fingertips against the back of your leg, or the way he would pinch and tug at your dress distracting you from the conversation at hand. His efforts paired with the language barrier lead you to struggle communicating and eventually give up, waving your hands and walking away.

Mando followed, ever the sentinel at your heels, until you halted to face him.

“Cut it out,” you hissed, feeling a familiar heat creeping into your cheeks from behind your ears. You wondered for a moment if he could tell—he mentioned once his visor had a sensor for changes in body temperature.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His helmet dipped, looking at you as he continued with a professional tone, “I’m just making sure you’re safe. We’re on a new planet, in a strange town surrounded by people. I think it’s prudent I stay close, don't you?”

With a huff you spun on your heel—if he was going to play it like that you’d have your own fun. As you turned you tried to add as much of a twist as you could, knowing well the way the dress’ light fabric flounced with abrupt movements. A subtle fling of your hand guided it to billow and lift, catching the air to reveal just enough. He most likely only saw the briefest glimpse of what you were hiding but you knew that was ample fodder.

You weren’t able to move quickly, the reality of wearing ropes wound around the apex of your thighs while walking in a humid climate was starting to make itself known—and just the feeling of Mando’s hands on you had been exciting enough to make you wet, a fact that was more apparent due to your lack of underwear.

It wasn’t long until Mando was on you again, his touch was more brazen; resting his palm over your ass rather than repeating the glancing touches from before. Reaching back you grabbed at his wrist and pulled his arm forward, hooking your elbow around his to hold him close and keep his wandering touch in place.

Spotting a vender with barrels of grain you steered Mando in her direction, knowing your pantry could always use more rice. This seller was an older woman and knew enough Universal Basic that you were able to discuss prices without much difficulty. As you went back and forth with the vendor, going through the ritual of haggling down to an agreement, you felt Mando’s arm slip away but paid it no mind.

It wasn’t until you turned to Mando to ask if he wanted beans too or not that you noticed he wasn’t there. Frantically you checked over your other shoulder then spun around, searching for the crowd for a glint of his beskar reflecting in the bright sun, but there was nothing, not a single piece of reflective metal in sight. Why would he just walk off without telling you?

Returning to look at the venor, you frantically tried to think how to simply ask for her help. “Please, did you see my—,” Fuck, what do you call Mando? Your boss? Your friend? “The Mandalorian, did you see where he went?” The woman didn’t seem at all concerned by your worried expression as she gestured to the alley around the side of the building she was set up in front of. “Thank you!” You called over your shoulder, already leaving to follow him.

“Mand—,” you started as you rounded the mudbrick corner, halting midstep as you spotted him. Mando was standing face to face with the creep from the bar. You had no clue what they were discussing but it was obvious to you that The Mandalorian was not about to fight him. His posture was relaxed, shoulders rolled back with his thumbs hooked around his belt buckle to rest his arms. If there was the possibility of something happening Mando’s hand would be much closer to his blaster.

Just as you had begun to will your feet to move, Mando and the stranger clasped each other’s forearms and let go, then the stranger then handed something off before turning away. Passing you as he made his exit, the man you had originally thought of as some creep gave you a friendly nod and smile.

“What was that about?” You asked as you stopped next to Mando, still watching the retreating figure over your shoulder.

“The lead I’ve been looking for.” Turning around you noticed what he had been given: a tracking fob with the light still blinking. “Apparently he’s been following me all day, watching. Heard me talking to you, that’s how he knew to be at the cantina.”

“Did you know someone was following you?”

“Of course,” Mando stated, tucking the device away safely into one of his many pouches. Suddenly his on edge behavior all day made a little more sense.

“Well, now that’s all settled,” You began, making to leave the shadowy alley and return to the market. “The lady at the stall was offering an extra half pound of beans for a reduced price if I—”

Mando stopped you mid sentence and stride by a single finger hooked around the rope—keeping you from moving forward in a lazy hold. “We’re not done here,” he admonished, jerking your hips back with a quick tug for added emphasis.

Your body’s reaction to his voice was instant; you could feel a hard pulse of want in your pelvis as he grabbed at your skirt. Bringing your hands to the strap of your bag, you nervously fiddled with it at the center of your chest, fighting the urge to stop his wandering touch even though you were aware of the constant threat of someone walking around the corner.

Mando continued to hold your skirt up with one hand—the fabric balled in a fist he kept resting in the small of your back—as the other dropped. His fingers traced along the ropes, following one from your hips down your thigh before returning back up to grab you ass and moving on to the other thigh. He seemed to be mapping every inch with his touch before he wrapped his fist around the cord at the side of your hip and pulled you to turn around.

Letting out a soft ‘oh’ in surprise you stumbled, falling back slightly until your shoulder blades bumped into the stone wall. “Hold your skirt up,” he ordered, his visor dipping to watch your hands as you grabbed the hem and lifted it like a curtain, unveiling your gift for him. Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed to be doing something so brazen in public, but all you wanted was for him to touch you. You made to press your thighs—the urge to rub them together not even conscious of you—but your skin stung, red and raw from the damp friction, it had begun to chafe. Though you reacted to the pain, separating your legs a little bit more, it sent an exciting tingle through your limbs, adding to the fire burning low in your belly.

With both of his hands available now, Mando started at your waist, trailing over the crisscrossing bindings while his thumbs gently rubbed at the woven design. He came to the loops secured around your outer thighs and his fingers hovered for a moment before hooking underneath.

Gripping the cords, he easily lifted you up off your feet.

Gasping you wavered, off balance and hanging a few inches over the ground. One of your hands dropped your skirt, flying up to brace yourself against his currias as your feet swung, looking for purchase. He held you in the air for a solid moment—the ropes pulling but not biting at your skin due to the harness evenly supporting your weight.

Dropping you to the ground he let out a hum, his hands cupping your hips. “Not bad.”

“Not bad? I think I did pretty well!” You countered, smacking your palm flat against his beskar in protest.

“Your knots need work.” Mando reached to your waist, easily undoing the fastening at the front. “And it’s loose.” Holding the tails in his left fist, he grabbed at the leading lines, giving each a tug hard enough to move your hips as he tightened what he could before finishing with his own knot, pulling three times to secure it. Reaching back to your sides he tested the ropes again, pulling to check they were just right. “If you keep them tight, it won't rub your skin raw as you walk.”

You simpered, biting your lip as you looked away, you had really been hoping he hadn’t noticed, but of course he did—Mando is nothing if not observant.

This time when he gave a hard jerk to spin you around against the wall, you weren’t caught off guard and managed to brace yourself with your hands on the bricks as he pressed up against you. Mando’s hips were flush against your ass, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing along you through the canvas of his trousers.

“Your ass looks so good tied up like this.” Mando’s voice was low, close behind your ear. “All pinched and round, just for me.” His hands traveled around your hips as he leaned back, keeping his erection against you as he squeezed and played with your bottom. You yelped as he gave your left cheek a hard smack, realizing that he had taken his gloves off. He pulled his hips away as his hand slid down between your legs. Letting out something like a whimper at the loss of contact, it quickly morphed into a moan as his thick fingers easily pushed between your lips. You shuddered at the contact, the shock of him finally touching you running up your spine to tingle at the base of your skull as your fingers gripped at the stones before you.

“You like walking around like this don’t you? All bound and teasing me.” Mando’s voice was deep, coming from somewhere in his chest as he rambled. He knew what his dirty talk did to you and you were sure he could feel the effects now—his fingers pressed against your hole as it fluttered. “It’s obvious how much you love this; you’re dripping,” his tone was chiding but light as his touch swirled around your pussy, showing just how wet you had gotten.

You tried to stay still, pressing yourself against the wall as the rough texture of the bricks dragged against your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. The sound of Mando playing with your drenched heat was audible over the background hum of the market twenty feet away.

Mando knew what he was doing, teasing you by gliding his fingers everywhere but your clit—you were so worked up that you might cum if he did and he realized this. “So wet, and it got all over the ropes. I bet you’re sore.” His hand pulled away, making a notable squelch as his fingers left your pussy to stroke along your bound inner thighs, spreading your slickness even further and making a mess. “And now you have to walk all the way back to the Razor Crest.”

Once he had finished wiping his hand on your legs, you watched, your cheek still pressed against the wall with eyes half dazed glancing over your shoulder, as he pulled his gloves back on.

“No-o,” you whined pathetically in protest once you fully realized what he was saying. “I was so close, you can’t stop.”

Mando gave your ass—which was still pointed out, your back curled so he had easy access to you—another hard slap before pulling your skirt down over your bottom, hiding the rope harness again. “We need to start moving if we want to get back and have time to fuck before the little one wakes up.”

Through you grumbled out an agreement, you apparently still weren’t moving fast enough for Mando, who grabbed your waist and pulled you up straight, pivoting you to face forward as you kept trying to adjust your dress.

He kept his palm flat against you, resting between your shoulder blades, while exiting the alley way. The sudden light of the sun after being in the shade hurt your eyes. Holding up a hand you tried to shield your face and let Mando guide you until you could see again. Squinting, it took a second to realize why he had stopped.

Standing in front of the same stall from before, Mando spoke up saying something you didn’t understand but the woman pulled up a second sack and began filling it with the beans she had been offering you.

Confused you looking up at Mando and found his helmet turned towards you. “You have the credits,” he said evenly, giving away nothing—his voice sounding as unemotional as ever though his hand on your back was stroking small soothing circles into your skin.

“Oh right,” you mumbled, quickly twisting to search in your shoulder bag for the little purse of metal currency. As you handed the money to the woman—who seemed to take in your flushed cheeks and how close The Mandalorian was standing, before giving you a knowing smirk—Mando hoisted the sack of rice and beans that had been tied together over his shoulder. With a nod he said one more thing which the woman repeated back before he was leading you into the crowd of the market.

Each step you took was careful—cautious to avoid irritating your skin further—focused more on your gait than where you were going as Mando led you through the throng of people who parted easily for the armored man.

“You speak the language here?” You finally asked, looking up at his beskar helmet as you furrowed your brow.

“Only a little bit.”

“And you let me make a fool of myself in front of that fruit seller, while you were pinching my ass?” You were peeved with him but you still wondered what his expression was under there—was he wearing some cheeky grin, thoroughly entertained by your frustrations?

Instead his head turned towards you as he simply replied, “It was cute.”

A hint of a laugh came through the vocoder though, you were sure of it.

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Returning to the Razor Crest the first thing you did was flop into a chair by the makeshift dining table that had been cobbled together as the number of residents on the ship grew. Mando was gone without a word, disappearing into the cockpit with a swish of his cape.

You watched as he climbed the ladder until he was out of view before checking your thighs. With gentle taps you tested the patches of red skin, hissing slightly as you brushed against the largest welt. Luckily the damage was not as bad as you feared and would heal quickly. Carefully you ran your finger along the ropes, feeling just how damp and sticky they had gotten from your excitement.

“How’re you feeling?” Mando’s voice spooked you, making you suddenly aware of his presence as your head shot up and your knees snapped closed. He stood nearby, holding a small jar you recognized as the bacta-ointment he uses on burns and rashes.

“Not nearly as bad as I thought, I should be fine.” You gave him a warm smile as he crossed the grated floor, setting the first aid down as he came to stand in front of you.

“Are you good to keep going? I checked on the little womp rat, he’s still snoring.” Mando’s fingers brushed lightly along the edge of your hand, sending tingles up your arm from the briefest touch.

You bit your lip and nodded, looking up at him through your lashes as you replied, “I am,” but before you could even finish the short confirmation he was already grabbing at you—hoisting you onto the wobbly table by your upper arms.

The jar of bacta clattered onto the floor, mindlessly shoved out of the way. You gasped while Mando practically ripped your dress up over your head, his eagerness to see you nude overriding any caution. Trying to find your balance, you braced yourself with both arms behind you, holding you up right as he grabbed your left leg, bringing it up so your ankle rested on his shoulder.

Sitting on the table like that with your legs spread, you were fully on display for Mando. He let out an approving growl, something that vibrated out from behind his ribs as he made quick work of shedding his belt. You felt a low throb, your pussy begging for him to fill you as you watched him undress.

The head of his cock was almost purple when he pulled it out, precum leaking from the tip. With a swipe between your lips that was too quick to be any kind of satisfying, he gathered your juices on his fingers, and spread your slick along his shaft.

“Mando,” you pleaded, dragging out the last syllable of his nickname into a whine. “I need you inside of me, please.”

He didn’t hesitate, done with teasing you. Mando lined himself up with your center and pushed. His cock filled you quickly, stretching your walls to take his girth but finding no resistance in the abundant lubrication.

“By the Maker,” he hissed, his voice husky even with the distortion and static as he paused, holding in place to enjoy the way your pussy hugged him. “How are you so tight and so wet?” You felt another throb at his words, tensing around him as he spoke.

“It’s because your cock is so fu-fucking bi-ig.” You tried to banter, counter his comments but the way his cock pressed inside you—prodding at your very end—got in the way of you forming coherent thoughts.

With a deep groan, Mando started to move, pulling out as you whimpered. He held your waist, fingers gripping at your bindings when he thrusted back into you. Wasting no time, he settled into a brutal pace, fucking you hard with such a convenient handle. You moaned and shuddered, your own hips matching his movements, chasing the tension you could feel building in your core as his cock dragged inside you. You tried to hold yourself up against the table but you were tired and your arms quickly got sore.

“Mando—,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his chest to catch his attention. He halted abruptly, his visor snapping up from where he’d been watching your pussy take him to your eyes. “Flip me over,” you requested, your voice airy but loud enough for him to hear.

His breathing was heavy, little puffs coming from his helmet as he nodded. Pulling again on the ropes he rolled you onto your front, drawing your hips back from the edge before sinking into you with ease. You let out a low moan, the head of his cock bumping into that wonderful spot deep inside of you with every thrust from this angle. He continued, ruthlessly pounding into you without mercy as he held onto the cords around your waist for leverage—there wasn’t much more you could do besides take him, letting him fuck you as he pleased.

Your orgasm was building, you could feel your scalp tighten and your toes curl, your muscles tensing, preparing as you approached the crest. You weren’t aware you were talking but you could hear your voice begging him to keep going, don’t stop. At the encouragement he doubled his efforts, leaning forward so his hand rested next to your head. He was hitting deeper than ever with this position and you felt yourself let go with a wail.

“Fu-uck,” Mando moaned in your ear, the curve of his helmet over his brow dropping to rest against your temple. He went stiff above you and you could feel the way his cock pulsed inside you, spilling his cum as your walls rhythmically clenched tight, convulsing around him.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, silently basking in the afterglow of your shared orgasms while your breathing leveled. Mando’s broad form covered you as he kept you pinned against the table top. He held himself up slightly, balancing on one elbow close enough you could feel his armor brush against your shoulder blades with each inhale.

You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the security of lying beneath his protective body—nothing could hurt your right now with him both above and inside you.

His free hand began to roam, gliding along your ribs before approaching the ropes at your waist. His fingers followed the cords around to your front, coming to rest at the fastened knot just below your belly button.

Without needing to see, Mando was able to nimbly undo the knot, prising the right tails to loosen it’s hold. He continued to tug and pull, unraveling the harness as much as he could before rising from on top of you.

You were disappointed as the cool recycled air of the hull moved in to wrap around you, filling in where he had been. Shivering slightly, you cracked an eye open. Mando knelt behind you—both hands bare—as he carefully unwound the ropes, taking every caution to not irritate your skin more than it already was.

Once your hips were free he tossed the bundle to the side before gathering the bacta-ointment from where it had rolled off to. He stopped for a moment, staring at your thighs and you wondered if he liked the textured imprints the harness had left behind. Scooping up the cream with three fingers, he gently smoothed it across your affected skin. The contact of the cold ointment was shocking at first contact—you gasped and wiggled, but Mando’s wide hand gripped your thigh to keep you still.

He took his time spreading it across your skin—rubbing it in more than you were sure was necessary, covering every inch where the rope had been, not just your inner thighs—before his touch found your pussy again. You couldn’t help but flinch as his fingertips bumped against your clit, still sensitive after the orgasm.

“You’re so wet still,” he intoned, quietly speaking more to himself than you before he picked up his voice. “Close your eyes and don’t open them.”

You knew what this meant and obliged without hesitation, squeezing your eyelids shut before bringing a hand to cover your face as added protection.

You heard an audible hiss and click that you recognized as the release mechanism of his helmet. There was a tingle that ran up your limbs at the sound, an excitement that raced from the tips of your fingers and toes to your core because you knew that noise heralded his lips on you.

His hands grabbed at your ass, parting your cheeks to give him the perfect view of his cum dripping from your hole. Though you were expecting it, you were not prepared. His warm mouth connected with your pussy, immediately lapping at your juices. Flattening his tongue he drew it along your slit, catching every drop he could while brushing at your clit.

You moaned loudly at the stimulation, every touch feeling more vivid with your lack of sight. There was no way for you to watch him, but you could still listen—hearing the obscene slurps as he reveled in your cunt, as if he was doing this more for his pleasure than yours.

Mando’s tongue toyed with your nub, making your knees tremble as that feeling deep in your belly began to quickly bubble up. You called his name as your free hand flew back to grab at him. Sealing his lips around your clit, he sucked while sinking two thick fingers into your blushed hole.

Your fist clenched around his hair, tugging hard, but that only seemed to encourage him. One of his hands pumped into you, his finger curling just right to press down on that spot inside you, as the other gripped your hips—hard enough you were sure it would bruise—holding you against his face while he smothered himself between your lips.

You moaned and writhed against the table before crumpling under his ministrations. Yelling into your palm you came hard and all over his face. He continued to finger you, feeling the way your walls clenched around him as if drawing his digits further into your channel before the contact became all too much. Every brush was over stimulating, your hips involuntarily jerking away from him and into the table’s edge until he pulled back.

Limp against the surface, you couldn’t move—only able to take deep breaths as your heart pounded—your hand still clamped tight over your eyes until you hear Mando give the ok.

You can hear him shifting around, standing up and gathering his helmet before his unmodulated voice commented, “Once you’re all healed, you need to show me how you tied that. I want to see how long you can hang in it.”

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Futaba’s Learning Experience~

This is a huge collaboration with my great friend BermudaStuff~!! You can find all of their amazing work on twitter right here, and I’ll attach the whole link too~! On their end they doodled a super amazing Futaba, and I got a little carried away with the story~!! Seriously, you better check out their twitter, they’re amazing, and I get to cheat and see some of their stuff early~!

Some seriously amazing Futaba that this story is based off of~! Outfit and all~! She looks amazing~!!

Made by BermudaStuff, and the link to their twitter: https://twitter.com/BermudaStuff?s=20

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Futaba sipped on her surprisingly tasty drink as the man across from her talked about a shared interest over the heavy music playing throughout the building, the sweet liquid burning nicely as it slipped down her throat and heated her core in a way she’d never felt before, making her muscles loose and her stress fade away, even if she had to be a little discreet with who saw her drinking it.

Futaba was way out of her element, deep in a dungeon with no support, no healing items, and what felt like beginner’s armor. She had met the man sat across from her online, in a small attempt to make more friends like she’d promised, and, well, they’d definitely hit it off, and after a long time, he finally convinced her to meet him in public. She was nervous, and she could feel her heart pounding the moment she got to the club, with so many people around she felt a little overwhelmed, but she had to do this, she made a promise.

Ann and Haru were nice enough to give her advice, and even take her shopping for a new outfit, though she wasn’t quite sure about their judgement anymore due to what they picked for her. Not that any of it mattered now, there wasn’t any checkpoints nearby here, and she could only keep moving forward.

“You look a little warm, Futaba, are you okay?” The man said over the music, though not too loud. They were tucked nicely away in their own little corner, in a booth that helped Futaba feel less surrounded, though she had to admit that was seeming less and less important by the sip of her drink, the warmth filling her body filling her with a sense of confidence she’d only felt a few times. It was nice, to say the least. “Maybe you should take off your jacket! It’s a little hot in here as it is!”

“M-Maybe..” Futaba gently toyed with the zipper on her chest, wondering if she should just take it off for a bit to cool off, the idea not bothering her nearly as much as she thought it would given her outfit underneath. Her white shirt hung off her shoulders in a comfy, floaty way that was meant to keep her cool while she danced in a club like this, the fabric tied off in a knot at the bottom to hug above her midsection and show off her smooth and thin waist and tummy.

Just under her small shirt was a pair of the smallest little jean shorts she’d ever worn, the thin fabric riding up between her, admittedly, plump cheeks like it was just a thong , completely disappearing between her creamy, hungry globes so her ass was permanently on display for as long as she wore those frayed shorts. When Ann had bought them for her, she was so embarrassed she felt like she could explode. Now? She didn’t mind too much, and even thought she looked good in them. Maybe she had finally leveled up! The only thing was that the shirt Ann bought her said something across the chest, and she didn’t speak or read english, so she had no idea what it said. Ann got a giggle from it though.

She felt like there was a secret debuff attached to these clothes, she just couldn’t figure out what..

She wondered if she could ask what it said from Adam, the man sat across from her. He was a foreigner after all, even if he spoke really good Japanese. He could probably tell her what it said.

“A-Adam, can you tell me what-” Just as Futaba pulled the zipper down passed her chest she heard another man’s voice yell from the side of the booth. Looking out towards the muffled voice she saw what looked like a group of men just as large, if not larger then her new friend, and they seemed to know Adam as well. Futaba just sat their sipping her drink while they said their greetings, in english, so she couldn’t tell what they were saying until Adam came back and scooted into the booth on her side, pushing her deeper into the half circle couch while his friends slid in through the other side.

“I hope you don’t mind if my friends sit here for a bit, Futaba! They won’t be here long!” He spoke over the music as another much larger man slid in closer to Futaba’s other side, effectively surrounding her on both sides while he introduced his friends. “ ...And that’s Danny! They’re cool guys! Sorry, I know we were having fun talking by ourselves!”

Futaba was small compared to most people, but these guys were big, foreigners usually were, so she couldn’t help but feel a little bit smaller then normal practically squished on both sides by two large, admittedly handsome men. Handsome? Well, they were, they all were, all.. 6 of them. She just didn’t expect to be so comfortable with the idea of finding all the guys around her pretty good looking.

“U-Um, it’s okay, I don’t mind!” She knew she should have minded, the little voice in the back of her head saying she should be embarrassed and feeling like she wanted to run, but her anxiety was currently drowning in her fifth glass of bright pink strawberry courage. “I-It’s nice to meet you all!”

Some words and greeting were passed around, some she missed, some in broken Japanese, but she got the gist of it, and soon the guys around her were joking around and laughing while she enjoyed her drink and began absentmindedly pulling her zipper down lower till her jacket just hung around her shoulders, still heating her up.

“See, there you go! You should really take that off, I bet it’s even worse with you in the middle of us all!” Adam spoke, pulling at his own button down collar, showing his own slight discomfort at the heat.

“O-Oh, yeah! Actually, do you mind telling me what this says? My friend bought me this shirt but my english skill is totally trash!” With a little nod, she took the leap and pulled her jacket over her bare shoulders and put it to the side, letting the cooler air hit her skin and showing off her slightly lewd outfit off to the men at the table.

Just about every set of eyes there went down to her chest to read what her shirt said, and while a few laughed, a few grinned, and she could feel her own insecurities tell her Ann had pulled a prank on her. Well, that was until stopped his chuckling with a little dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about it, it basically just says ‘cute!’” The man did his best to wave away her worries, even as some of his friends said in english how much fun they were going to have. While she definitely was cute, her shirt said ‘Slut’, not ‘cute’.

“Oh, awesome!” See Futaba, you were worried for nothing! Guess that secret debuff was a secret buff all along! She’d have to thank Ann for the shirt later! ...After a few more of these yummy strawberry drinks~

“Your outfit really does look good on you, Futaba-Chan!” Said the large man to her left, his face was friendly, and she’d obviously just been introduced, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name.. But she still lit up at the compliment, her hunger for praise made even worse by the warmth flowing through her body, and the pleasant buzz in the back of her neck.

“Th-Thanks, my friends picked it out for me!” Futaba blushed and squirmed in her seat as the other men all said their own compliments, from praising how pretty her hair was, to how cute her glasses were, and a few more for her clothes. “Guess these give some stat buffs to my charisma!”

With a cute little blush, Futaba scratched the back of her head with a smile, eyes closed and basking in the compliments. Then suddenly she gave a cute little squeak of surprise and a jump when she felt a large, calloused hand grab just above her right knee, squeezing gently and sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-”

“N-No, it’s okay! I don’t mind!” Futaba blushed even harder, but she had to admit she liked the feeling of his hand on her tingly skin, the contact sending a rush of warmth to her chest and head that was only made worse by the fun buzz. She knew she usually would have been going crazy with anxiety, but she actually kinda wanted him to keep his hand there.. Besides, friends could touch each other, right? She wanted to make more friends! She promised! “Y-You can keep your hand there!”

With a smile, he kept his hand there and continued his conversation with a friend, his fingers gently messaging her leg into his palm while Futaba gently shivered at the contact.

The small get together continued as if Futaba wasn’t shivering and gasping as her new friend gently massaged her leg, his hand gently sneaking up her leg until he was grabbing and groping her meaty thigh without even looking. Then, she felt another hand on her other thigh, looking to her left she saw the other man grabbing her thigh and squeezing it, smirking down at her while his other arm went around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side, filling her senses with his masculine scent, and making her spread her legs instinctively as she felt the two large hands play with her thicc, juicy thighs.

“So Futaba, you don’t seem the type to come to clubs often,” He said, getting in close to her ear while his hand hovered even closer to her core then Adam’s, clearly less reserved about groping her then his friend. “What changed your mind?”

“I-I come to clubs sometimes- Well with friends I do! We, uh, we dance a lot, so we kinda need places with music y’know?” The little redhead kinda wiggled and shuffled in place, looking shyly to the side while slightly spreading her legs even more, actually enjoying the close contact quite a bit.

“Oh wow, you didn’t mention that!” Said Adam, getting in closer on her other side, slipping his hand up her side and to her lower back. “You must be real popular when you’re out there dancing, huh?”

“I-I guess, um, m-my friend Ann is usually better at-Ah~” With a little gasp, Futaba bit her lip and threw her head to the side, trying to hold onto her sanity as she felt the man to her right slip his hand down and grab a nice, rough, firm handful of her extra meaty and jiggly ass, his fingers sinking into her flesh while he began mauling and rolling the flesh around his palm, all while the man on her left began rubbing the side of his hand firmly against the front of her shorts while grabbing her thigh, his other hand around her shoulders gently grabbing her small breast.

It felt.. Good~ Really, good~ Better then when she touched herself, and she’d done that a lot.. What, she stayed in all day, she was bound to start watching porn! She just didn’t expect to be into the really extreme stuff.. Stuff like what was happening now, stuff that was sending her burning core into an inferno that made her bite her knuckle and spread her legs for the two men to have easier access.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself~ With a body like this, I bet there isn’t a guy there who can keep their eyes off you~” The words were whispered into Futaba’s ear before the man to her left pressed his hand completely between her thighs, grabbing at her sensitive lower lips through her clothes and making her throat her head back in a small squeak.

“Yeah, why don’t you show us what kind of dances you know~? You don’t need to go far, just right here~” Futaba was losing her composure, and she even jumped in surprise when she felt the man on her left begin kissing and sucking her her neck, leading marks down her shoulder until he bit her gently enough to leave a mark, and making her press her crotch against his hand further.

“I-I don’t-Aaah~!” Futaba couldn’t think straight, her head was all fuzzy, her body was hot and needy, she could barely tell herself she needed to stop, let alone the two men filling her body and mind with pleasure so warm she felt like her mind was going numb. It was hot, her body was hot, her brain was hot, everything was so wonderfully warm she couldn’t even think straight.

“I-I need-Mmh~!” Futaba didn’t even know what she was going to say before Adam turned her head towards him and pressed his mouth against her, making her melt in pleasure before she suddenly shot up in shock and lightning pleasure. The stud to her left undid the front of her shorts and slipped his hand down her panties, gently toying with her leaking wet little cunt before pushing to fingers in, and she could feel every single second of his hand’s adventure into her inner folds.

She tried to hold onto anything, grabbing at the two men having their way with her body, but she didn’t want them to stop, she desperately didn’t want them to stop~ She felt like she was on cloud nine, she loved every second of the attention, of the feeling of being so small compared to the two massive men playing with her body. She felt one grab her wrist and lead her hand down to something warm, something throbbing and massive, and she only realized after grabbing it through his clothes that it was Adam’s massive cock. She was shocked, it was so huge, like a baseball bat, though it was probably just the warm haze over her mind that made her wonder if it’d even fit~

It was only then she remembered the other four men staring at her little show, and she couldn’t help but get even more excited at the thought of being watched. It was all so new, all too much for her to handle, and it didn’t help how the man to her left began finger fucking her little pussy, hard. She felt like she could have squirted in her shorts if she wasn’t suddenly feeling empty from Adam lifting her up and plopping her thicc, jiggly ass in his lap.

“Come on, we’re all friends here, we’re interested in what kind of dancing you’re good at,” He whispered, grabbing her by the hips and grinding up against her, his massive, throbbing cock sitting comfortably in the warm, plush valley of her plump bubble booty. “Just relax and have fun~”

Futaba just wanted to keep feeling good, she wanted to keep feeling warm, and honestly she wanted to keep feeling drop dead gorgeous from all the attention she was getting from them~ She wondered if this is how Ann felt all the time, and that it was no wonder she dressed the way she did and was a model, she felt amazing~

With a shy, lip biting smile, the adorable little redhead nodded her head, grabbed the edge of the table, and began doing what she’d seen hundreds of times before, slowly grinding and bouncing her hips against the rock hard cock lodged firmly between her cheeks, rubbing and squishing his cock with her meaty ass through his clothes, with her twin, creamy smooth, pale globes of ass rippling and wobbling like a sweet sweet cake for the man’s enjoyment.

Some of the men laughed, so whistled and catcalled, and she just smiled and blushed while looking over her shoulder at her own, tiny booty shorts covered ass sat against the bulge between her cheeks, slowly dancing with the music before she felt Adam give her a nice, solid smack across her ass, making her go a little faster on instinct. It felt so good, better then she thought it would, she honestly wanted him to do it again, to smack her ass a little harder~ She thought it would hurt, and it stung a little, but it felt so hot, so wrong in the best way~!

“Come on, you can go faster then that! Shake that ass!”

Lifting her ass more, Futaba began dancing the way An taught her in private, bouncing her ass up and down to the beat of the music, her massive cheeks jiggling with every single twerk of her wide hips till her velvety smooth mounds of ass were bouncing apart before meeting together, very lightly clapping together as she picked up the pace of her lap dance, twerking and jiggling her ass back for the man and the man sat next to him.

Futaba loved this feeling, the feeling of being the center of attention while twerking her ass, she loved the way Adam once again smacked her fat ass just to watch it jiggle, she loved knowing that monster in his pants was throbbing for her~!

She didn’t even mind that the stud on her left who she still couldn’t remember the name of smacked her ass as well, pulling out his phone and recording her twerking lapdance for his friend. She just felt so good~!

Next thing Futaba knew she was pulled out of the booth, the lights shining and the people dancing as she was dragged across the room and to the dancefloor, one arm each being pulled by two large and handsome studs she could barely remember were at her table, and she could look to her right to see that it was Adam smacking and groping her ass as she walked with them to it. Each step made her cheeks jiggle, her hips sway side to side, and she could feel the breeze across her practically naked ass as the fabric of her jean shorts rode up between her globes like a thong, and she suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her waist and pull her back against one of the men, the music playing, her ass and tits getting mauled, groped, and spanked.

It was almost a sensory overload, but she just wanted to keep dancing, keep feeling those hands on her body~! Bending at the waist, Futaba began throwing her ass back in a circle for the man pressing his crotch against her, twerking her ass to the beat of the music and losing herself to the sound, feeling her cock throb between her cheeks while she was groped and spanked from him and his friends.

She didn’t even mind being passed around by them, each one groping and playing with her body while she was passed to them for her to twerk her jiggly nerd ass on, each one bigger then the last, and she just enjoyed the feeling of their hands, and the occasional bite on her neck or shoulder, or even having a tongue shoved into her mouth~!

She just twerked her ass like.. like a slut~ She just twerked her fat, jiggly ass like a naughty slut for any guy who wanted her ass against his dick~ Her creamy cheeks rippled, wobbled, bounced, and clapped like she was just a stripper shaking it for some easy cash, but instead she just wanted to~!

Futaba was just clapping her ass on two studs at once, both pressing against one side of her ass while she threw it back when suddenly she was pulled towards the stud from earlier, the one on her left, and she felt something massive, hot, and moist slap down meatily between her cheeks, making her stop for a second, look back, and see his giant, throbbing, precum leaking cock snuggle it’s way between her cheeks for a nice warm hotdogging before she was smacked across the ass to make her keep shaking, and while she was burning red, knowing she could be caught any second, she did~ Twerking and jerking the man off with nothing but her fat, jiggly ass cheeks while he started humping and fucking her asscheeks, Futaba knew she wasn’t being herself, but she was just so warm and gooey inside, and she could barely remember her own name, she couldn’t help it~

Her massive bubble booty jiggled like jello around that throbbing cock, milking him with every move of her hips on the crowded dancefloor, making her feel like the naughtiest little whore in the building, her pale globes clapping together around that fat dick while it leaked pre between them, lubing up his own assjob while the tiny redheaded cutie continued dancing the night away~ She could see his grit teeth too, knowing she was probably making him feel so good he was about to cum, maybe, she didn’t know, but just as she was about to try even harder to make that happen she was once again grabbed by the arms and pulled deeper into the club.

On either side of her were Adam and his friends, still grabbing, still toying, but there was a different air now, a different look on their faces as she was dragged along and made out with, until she was brought to the men’s room door that the group of massive handsome men practically kicked down, the bright white light burning her eyes for all but a few seconds before she was thrown into one of the small, empty stalls, sweat dripping down her thicc, curvy body as she dropped to her knees on the dingy tiled floor, adjusting her glasses while pushing loose hair from her face.

“Wh-What’s going o-” The small redhead was abruptly cut off as the grinning men all filed into the small, hot, now steamy stall, surrounding her while she sat on her knees, leaving her at the perfect crotch height for them to look down and grin at, laughing and rubbing their cocks through their clothes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we just loved your dancing so much, we decided we needed a more private show! You can help out a few friends, right?” One of them said, she wasn’t sure which, her head was spinning, her face red, feeling so tiny and helpless in the best way possible, right up until they all started undoing their pants and fishing out their fat, sweaty, steaming hot, musky, hairy cocks and sacks, inches from her face in that tiny stall~ They laughed at her shocked expression, mouth agape and wide eyed at the 6 fat, throbbing, musky monsters, all steel hard and standing huge in front of her face, surrounding her head and filling her head with nothing but the raw, masculine smell of sweaty, steamy cocks and sacks she’d been twerking on all night~

She couldn’t even answer before the first cock was smushed against her pretty face, steaming and smudging her glasses as the sweaty, wrist thick fuckstick began thrusting and grinding against her cheek and face, the sweaty, hairy nuts of one stud pushing against her mouth and under her nose, then one against the other side of her face, and the next under her chin, another across her forehead and eyes, then one right against her lips, until she was drowning in sweaty, throbbing, musky bitchbreakers~! Futaba couldn’t breath without nearly passing out from the delicious scent filling her head, making her mind spin and swim in a sea of butterflies.. Pretty words to describe how the hairy nuts pressing under her nose made her leak like a fucking nasty slut~!

She couldn’t stop herself from huffing those cocks and nuts, rubbing her own face against all of them, glasses fogged, eyes rolled up, knuckle deep in her own squirting cunt before finally opening her pretty little cock pillow lips and sucking in one of those sweaty sets, slurping and swirling those hairy nuts around in her mouth like she was born to wash them, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her shirt in a slippery mess before she opened her mouth, let them go, and went for the next pair of even sweatier, muskier nuts, the salty taste making her mind fade for a second before she slurped so loud she was sure the people outside the restroom could hear it.

She couldn’t think of anything else but those sweaty nuts filling her head, not her friends, not the Phantom Thieves, and not even her anime she forgot to record, it was just pure, hungry, slutty, cock crazy whorishness~! And with one more set of nuts slurped and cleaned, stray pubes left behind on her glossy, plump lips and cheek, she just rolled her tongue out and began licking and lapping at any fat set of nuts pressed under her nose to huff and clean, tips of cocks slipping inside briefly to fuck her little mouth a bit before being replaced, precum and sweat flavoring her tongue before one cock finally slammed into her mouth and into the back of her throat, making her gag and choke loudly and lewdly while other cocks ground against her face and glasses. Whoever was in her throat didn’t care she’d never sucked cock before, and just wanted to get balls deep, slamming against the back of her throat before it gave way, slamming in nuts deep, slapping his sack against her chin and burying her cute little nose in his curly pubes before beginning his brutal fucking of her tight, virgin little fucksleeve throat~!

Futaba couldn’t breath half the time, and the other half was filled with sweaty, musky nuts~! He just fucked and fucked her throat until she was seeing stars, and just used it like a stress fucktoy, growling and taking out his frustrations as she drowned in all the other cocks fucking against her face~! And just as he yanked out, it was replaced just as quick, once more, even bigger, fucking her throat and forcing her nose in a mess of pubes~! Futaba couldn’t remember what day it was if you asked, just that she was a nasty, slutty little cock sucker, if the name calling and laughing of the men was anything to go by~!

And there she sat, getting throat fucked and used by every single man who wanted to try and swab her throat with his sweaty fuckstick, until finally she was grabbed by the hair and lifted up from her knees, her world still spinning and shifting as saliva dripped onto her shirt more and more, and just as she spied the grinning face of Adam, she was shoved face first against the wall, bent at the waist with her fat, jiggly, meaty fucking ass facing the men as one, she wasn’t sure who, smacked her ass, grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her tiny little booty shorts to the side along with her thong, revealing her tiny little pink virgin pucker to his fat, throbbing cock.

Futaba’s back arched a bit, raising her fat ass and standing on her toes as if begging subconsciously for that fat cock to rearrange her insides to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! For her to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! And before she knew it the man pressed his bulbous tip against her clenching little asshole, pushing and forcing it in roughly, the tip much too big, her asshole much too tiny, but he didn’t care, he just yanked her hair like a bitch handle, smacked her ass, and slammed in hard~!

“AAAAaaaaaahhhhh~!!!!” Futaba squealed in pleasure and pain at the feeling of being filled and fucked by a real cock for the first time, having always been an anal whore, she always used toys on her backdoor, but his cock was so massive, so rough and hot, she felt like she was losing her mind from one thrust~! And just as quick as he slammed in, he did it again, and again, not caring in the slightest people could hear the little nerdy bitch’s screams and squeals outside the door as he anally brutalized her balls deep, slamming in as hard and fast as he wanted to for her first time, slamming in so hard her fat ass clapped against his hips like a drum, rippling like waves as those weighty, bouncy globes squished and hugged around the base of his cock so lewdly~!

Futaba didn’t know what happened, she was supposed to be the shy nerd locked in her room, not the squealing and screaming buttslut getting fucked and used by 6 men in the public bathroom~! She moaned, and squirted, and came like a nasty slut, and she felt like one too, her entire body and view rocking and jumping back and forth as she was used and abused by a man she didn’t even know the name of~! She was so fucking full, and that fat cock hurt so good, so hot, so big~!!

“You love that don’t you stupid bitch!!” Was all she heard, growling and grunting as the entire stall wall banged and shook from how hard she was getting fucked into it, sounding like an earthquake was going off instead of a tiny redheaded nerd getting absolutely anally fucked.

“Y-YESSSS~!!! I LOVE IT~!! M-MOREE, PLEASEEEE~!!!” Futaba didn’t even remember squealing that as the man pulled her hair like a handle and slammed in balls deep one last time, busting his fat, gooey, steaming hot nut up inside her asshole, shooting jet after jet inside before yanking out and letting her fall to the floor on her knees, leaning against the wall while on all fours, asshole leaking cum.

Futaba was panting, her legs were weak and shaking, and she felt drained beyond belief, like she was about to have one of her battery drained episodes again, and just as she was about to get up, she was once again grabbed by the hair and dragged to the toilet in the stall, thrown onto it, with her ass raised up, and her chest pressed against the water tank, right before she felt another smack against her ass and felt an even bigger cock pressed against her sore, leaky little hole.

“We’re not done with you yet fucking slut!!”

“AAAAAAaaaAAAAHHHHH~!!!” Futaba felt an even thicker, bigger, harder cock slam into her asshole with the strength of a freight train, must have been one of the larger guys, cause she felt like his cock was slipping her in half~!! Every thrust rocked her body against the toilet and sent her ass clapping and wobbling around his cock, his angle had his feet planted, slamming and jackhammering his cock down and into her asshole so hard she was seeing stars right from the start~!!

She couldn’t even keep her head up from the complete and brutal anal wrecking she was getting, squirting with every thrust from the monster of a man ruining her asshole like he owned her~!! And just as she was losing herself she felt the man grab the sides of her mouth, fishhooking it open and doubling his fucking anal pounding if it was even possible, tears of pleasure and pain pouring down her beautiful cheeks while he played with her lips and tongue for fun, nuts slapping her ass while she heard and saw camera flashes from behind her.

“Say it!! Say you want this fucking cum you stupid little slut!!” The man angrily slammed his cock in over and over like he wanted her to fucking pass out, so hard the entire toilet was shaking and rattling.

“I WANTSH YOU CUM SHIR~!!! PLEASH GIVE ME YOU CUM~!!!” Futaba just wanted that thick, warm, bubbly gooey feeling in her asshole, it felt so good after being used like a fucking slut, so hard and fast by the man above her she was crying, eyes rolled up in pleasure, tongue hanging out before he finally slammed nuts deep and blew his load, panting her asshole even whiter then it already was before yanking his cock out and giving her another slap across her fat ass for the hell of it.

Futaba was so far gone, she couldn’t even answer a question she couldn’t hear from one of the laughing men behind her, flashes and cameras going off while someone spread her asscheeks wide, cum leaking out of her gaping hole and onto the floor in a small puddle.

She was too limp to fight someone flipping her over onto her back on the toilet, not that she would have mind you, but she felt her legs get lifted up and someone bite her thicc, juicy thigh hard enough to leave a mark before she felt him slide up between her legs, and felt him fold her in half, her knees against her shoulders.

She wasn’t ready to feel the biggest cock of the bunch press against her gaping hole from above, the man’s massive, muscular body hovering above hers before suddenly, roughly, brutally slamming nuts deep in one single go, her eyes shooting wide as she was suddenly and roughly put in the hardest mating press she’d even seen, let alone feel.

“HNNNNNNNGGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII~!!!” Her voice was horse and scratchy from all the screaming and squealing, but she couldn’t not scream from being split open by a wrist thick fucking pillar of meat reaching so far in her asshole she could barely breath~!! It fucking felt so good~!! She was sore, it stung, it burned, it felt so good she was squealing louder then ever before as the man piledrived his cock in like a steam piston, so hard she could barely believe she was awake~!! Each thrust was so hard she could only stretch her toes out, clenching her little asshole tight and holding onto him to keep her sanity~!!

He was silent, but growling, using her like a fucking little doll while he picked up the pace, faster, and faster, and faster until his hips were like a blur, at least to her, and she could hear her own asscheeks clapping against his nuts~!! He was like a wild fucking animal, and Futaba let the drool and tears flow~!! She must have looked like such a fucking whore, gaping and being fucked in the men’s bathroom, dressed like a dirty little slut~!!

“PLEASH~!!! DADDY~!! FUCKK MY BUTTHOLE DADDY~!!!” She didn’t even realize what she was saying until he fucked her as hard as he possibly could, his muscles straining as he slammed down balls deep so hard and fast he was groaning and yelling his own profanities, hugging her close while his massive, steel hard cock fit her to his perfect shape. Until finally, he too slammed balls deep inside her asshole and dumped his load in their new, cute little cumdumpster.

“HNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHGGGGYYYYYYEEEEESSS~!!!” Was all the little redhead could say as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in as deep as he could go, filling her to the brim with so much cum it squirted out around his cock and onto his nuts, just for him to yank out his cock and shoot lines of smelly, stringy nut from her asshole all the way up to her face and across her hanging tongue and glasses.

Futaba let her legs fall down, as she was damn near unconscious, more camera flashes and laughing came around her as she was slipping into a dark, lovely void..

Just for another man to grab her and pick her up, hooking his arms under her legs for a full anal nelson..

Futaba knew she should have brought a Goho.M..

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theonetheycallhannah · 4 years ago

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The Shape of Her

My first ever one shot for all my lovely Cavillry babes! (I’ve recently edited it to make the actual title the title of the post. It’s the same fic formerly under “New One Shot for the Cavillry.”)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC that is totally not me, the author (except that it is, and I just took out my name so nobody felt weird about it!)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: Rimming and oral (f receiving), slightly rough sex, but not like, violent, language, almost orgasm denial but like, not really, very thirsty OFC and a very hungry Henry, mentions of unemployment, panties are heavily featured…I clearly have no idea what might trigger some people, but if you have concerns, ask me. It’s really just smutty smut for the sake of smut.

A/N: This was unsolicited, but I felt that curvy girls were lacking some representation in the fic community in general, so here is Henry worshipping a thicc queen. (Also, the undies in the fic are from Torrid and amazingly comfy, and the fact that I felt super sexy in them also helped inspire this one shot. I hope y’all enjoy.) Also, it’s not Beta’d. I just did my own triple check for glaring errors. Here’s hoping it’s not untenable gibberish. Lol!

Tags (no one requested tags, but I’m tagging the Cavillry babes I can think of, and if you want me to tag you in future work, just let me know. I don’t want to spam anyone): @littlefreya because she convinced me this was necessary, lol! Also @fishcustardandclintbarton @geralt-of-baevia @princess-of-riviaa @geekycanuck @lareinedususpense @radaofrivia @nothingdear @lunedelorient @sunflowersstan @captainbigdy @laketaj24

She liked to air dry on the bed in just her panties. Scroll her phone, see what was new. When she had time, of course. And lately, she’s had no shortage of time. Henry felt for her. Being between jobs could be scary. But he knew great things were out there for his woman. But the air drying. She did this after every leisurely shower. She made a little nest of pillows and draped herself gracefully over it.

With one hand, she diffused her hair, still damp from the shower. He didn’t know what she was looking at on her phone, nor did he care. His eyes had fallen heavy and hard on her backside. He thought this part of her such a wonder. It was strong, round, and large, and it tapered down to her thick thighs. This morning, she had chosen to wear a fairly unassuming pair of briefs. Unassuming, he thought, only if one had never touched them, or seen them up close. Like he had. He’d even helped her pick them out in the shop. He knew that the silky fabric would look stunning on her.

He was right. The slate grey sheen of the fabric covering her ass caught the pure morning light filtering in through the window. With his eyes he followed the narrow lace bands around her thighs right under her ass. He started then at the wider lace band around her waist --yes, waist, not hips-- and was stopped in his tracks in the center of her back. He’d missed entirely, or perhaps he’d forgotten, that little v-shaped corset cutout just below the waist band.

This could no longer be a mission of observation it must become a more exploratory, manual endeavor. He tiptoed toward her, not wanting to startle her before it was time, or for her to turn over before he’d had his fun.

“Mornin’ Hank.” She said sweetly over her shoulder with a smile. She didn’t flip to her front. Good.

“Good morning, love! Sleep well? Nice shower?” He queried as he maneuvered himself between her legs. Just sitting, but with one leg thrown over the back of one of her thighs. He started working her calves which were always tight. He loved her shapely legs, though. He loved every curve of her.

“What are you doing?” She demanded with a slight start.

“I have to get the tension out while the muscle is still warm. You should know that, teach!” He loved teasing her like this for being clever. He loved calling her the teacher in the bedroom, even if he was the more experienced lover.

He increased the pressure as he went, but wanted to go further.

“Have any lotion handy?” He asked. She did, and she handed it right to him. He put a bit of the amber and vanilla-scented cream on his hands, worked it up until it was warm, and then started again. She was moaning now. That was always his goal. Then he switched legs, applying more warmed lotion and going as deep as he dared.

“Henry, I’m not gonna be able to walk when you’re done.”

“Well, I was gonna make that threat, but you’ve saved me the trouble.” He said as he turned around and playfully snapped her waistband making her jump and arch her gorgeous ass up into it.

“Mmmm, you bad man! How did I know from the moment I met you that you only wanted me for my body?” She teased.

“Because of the way I unwrapped and devoured you whole with my lecherous gaze, no doubt. You’re actually the first girl I’ve ever taken into a side room and fooled around with at an event.” He reminisced as he kissed her back, across her shoulders and down her spine until he got to that cutout.

“Fine then,” she said, mock surrender in her voice. “Take what you will. Have your spoils.”she hitched her hips up and put a pillow under them so he could explore every inch of her ass.

He relished the sensory experience of simply running his hands over the silky fabric covering her firm rump. He ran his nails over it, causing her to shiver. He ran his lips over it too, unable to resist that curiosity.

“Henry, I’m dying here!” She moaned.

“And you’re killing me with these knickers, we all have our problems.”

He ran a hand down between her legs to tease her sex. She ground her hips into it, needing the friction. He’d give her friction.

He slid the panties aside, and started circling her clit at first, then he penetrated her one finger at a time. She was so wet already. Drenched for him. This got him so hard. He didn’t want to wait to fuck her. A part of him really and truly wanted to skip her gratification and just plow directly into her getting his own rocks off. Spill himself messily all over her pussy, ass, and those gorgeous panties.

But he restrained himself. He wanted to make her come. Wanted to delay his gratification to hear and see her come apart under his touch. He kept working her, listening and feeling for her reactions. She was moaning into her pillow. And he could feel the tension building inside her. He thought one more element would send her over. He hadn’t used his tongue yet. And he had the perfect place for it. He kissed along her more exposed ass cheek until he got to her opening. He’d wanted to do this for so long. And now he finally was. He ran his tongue all around her tight hole. Experimenting with strokes, textures, and pressures. He got the tip in just a bit once, considering it progress. And she was breathing infinitely heavier, about to reach her pinnacle.

When she did, she lost all control of her limbs and her body. She said nonsense. He adored it. But he’d have time to adore her later. Right now he was about to burst and the sight of her cunt trembling and dripping was too much for his cock to resist. He thrust into her slowly at first so he could feel every spasm of her waning orgasm around him. She always squeezed him in all the right places, but he couldn’t recall entering her so quickly after making her come. Why hadn’t he done this before?

His thrusts were hard and they got faster as he chased his pleasure. He appreciated anew the fabric covering her ass. It made her feel almost as delicious on the outside as she did on the inside. He growled as he got closer.

“Where you want me to finish, baby girl?” He asked, as he tended to do.

“Don’t you fucking think about pulling out, Cavill. I want your hot come inside me.” Her filth sent him to new levels of lust and he went harder and faster. This was one of the many things he loved about her body. He knew it was sturdy enough for the unbridled pounding he could give without bruising or pain. She could take him at his most violent without harm or even complaint.

“I’m gonna come again. Henry. Oh fuck!” And when her body began to contract and contort again, it was all Henry needed to tip him into his own oblivion. His release was hot, fast, and glorious inside his goddess. He fell over the top of her still moving his hips, relishing the feel of her panties against his sensitive hips and pelvis. It was heavenly.

Their breathing was rapid, but slowing in tandem with one another.

“Fuck me!” She exclaimed.

“Isn’t that what I just did?” He teased bitting her ear and inciting a giggle.

“Oh you certainly did, sir. Most thoroughly.” She turned as much as she could with him pinning most of her body to the bed, reaching enough of him to pull on his hair. “Kiss me, you villain.”

He obliged, roughly, as she liked. A full mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue. He loved these hungry, wild kisses, too. He broke apart from her just long enough to flip her onto her back and prop her up with some pillows. He wanted her to be comfortable for what came next. Now that both of their thirsts were sated for a while, he could take his time in pleasuring her and not be bothered by his own need…at least not immediately.

“God, if I had my way, you’d never be fully clothed, do you know that?” She blushed furiously whenever he mentioned how sexy she was to him. He knew she’d never felt so and had rarely been told so. And certainly few had ever shown their appreciation for her voluptuous beauty. He’d show her at every turn. Her body begged to be touched. It was so soft and succulent.

He descended her body slowly and thoroughly, not missing the best bits of real estate, like her neck, clavicle, and her nipples, and further down where he found her hips. She loved to be teased here. And he did so. Over her panties that were rapidly becoming his new favorite article of her clothing. He worked his mouth over the layer of fabric for a few moments. Teased her mound with nips and hot breath.

“Henryyyyy!” She squirmed under him and grabbed a handful of his hair. He looked up to find her breathless and staring at the ceiling instead of him. That wouldn’t do.

He slid her panties all the way off, a bittersweet moment. He loved that they were soaked with her arousal and his seed. It got him half hard again, but he had other things to do.

He spread her legs wide and parted her lips. She was still drenched with arousal and his come. Good. He placed one feather light kiss right over her clit and she bucked. Her body was so responsive to his touch.

“Oh, I like that honey. What does this do for you?” And he latched his mouth to her flesh to lay mercilessly soft flicks over her bead. She couldn’t seem to form words, just sounds. But they were pleased sounds, so Henry continued. He descended, sliding the back of his tongue down to her entrance where he thrust into her gently and began undulating and moaning. Their combined flavors made him yearn. He couldn’t figure out why. But he loved tasting himself on her body. Especially here where her own flavor was most potent.

He added his saliva to the mixture there, and then brought his hand in. He slid two fingers into her, stirring her up and pressing firmly against her g-spot. As he worked his hand in her, he worked his mouth over her again, and he felt her losing control and heard her pleading for him not to stop. But she was still looking away from him.

He paused. And she cried out!

“No!” She looked at him, on the verge of tears.

“I won’t do it. Unless you look at me. Watch me, kitten. Look into my eyes while I make you come.”

“Argh, do it! Do it! I’ll never take my eyes off you again as long as you just don’t stop!”

He continued. Fingering her. Devouring her. Watching her. Watching her watch him. He moaned into her body. Growled. Like the hungry beast that he was.

She bucked and writhed and seized as he finished her. He loved being able to give her this. This unfiltered raw pleasure. He crawled up next to her, wanting only to lie next to her as she came down in the afterglow. But she took his face in her hand and brought him to her for a slow, languid, breathtaking kiss. He loved that she didn’t care about the state of his face. Apparently, the wetness there comprised of his semen, sweat, and saliva, paired with her sex was collectively her favorite flavor.

“How is it that after all this time together, you still shock me, Mr. Cavill?” She said in breathless wonder. She flattered him.

“Darling, we’ve barely scratched the surface of the pleasure I can give you.”

And with that promise, he buried her in the pillows behind her as she squealed and giggled with delight.

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jettingtothemoon · 4 years ago

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Hi love hope you’re doing well! Just wondered if you’d be able to write a bttm Hector x male reader smut/scenario? I’ve just got back into playing CoD again and I’m sorry but his leather pants look so good and he’s lowkey thicc oop. Much love to you 💕 xo

➳ pairing: hector x m!reader ➳ genre: fluff, smut ➳ warnings: smut, oral, anal, anal fingering, minor overstimulation?, slight body worship ➳ word count: 2050 ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ summary: In which hector really needs to know just how beautiful he is. ➳ a/n: i’ve had this idea in the works for a while now and i thought it would fit well with your prompt. i hope you like it ^.^

Ever since his experience with Lenore, Hector has been significantly more insecure. He closed himself off, even after he was rid of the deceitful vampiress. Which is why it took him so long to trust you, to open up to you, to grow close to you.

He had finally done those things. He trusted that you truly cared for him because you hadn't given him a reason not to. He had opened up to you, talking through his past with you no matter how much it pained him to do so. He hated telling you at first, he didn't want you to think any less of him. Of course, nothing he said could ever make you think anything less of him. Finally, he had allowed himself to grow closer to you, opening up to you in ways he would no other.

Tonight, however, he was prepared to go further than that.

"Are you certain?" You asked, wanting to be sure he was not forcing himself.

Deep blue eyes met your own as he nodded, reaching out to pull you towards the bed. When he had succeeded in pulling you down with him so that you were lying over him, he pulled you closer and gently kissed you.

"I am." He hummed against your lips.

His head met the pillow, wavy hair splayed out beneath him as he looked up at you. His arms had settled around the back of your neck, keeping you at a close proximity to him. He seemed sure but you were still hesitant. You knew of his relationship with Lenore, he had told you all the gruesome details. That was why you struggled to see how the man before you could see this, what he was about to do with you, in anything but a negative light.

He seemed to notice your hesitance, the slight shake in your eyes, and placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbed so softly against you as if you were the one who needed reassurance and comfort.

"I want you. Please."

His words were but a whisper, and yet, they sounded so sure. Sure that he wanted this, that he wanted you.

You kissed him, smiling against his plump lips. Then, you moved to his jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses all the way along it until you reached his neck. Hector sucked in a breath when you sucked at his skin, biting at it gently before smoothing over the darkened spot with your tongue.

When you pulled at his shirt, he was quick to help you remove it, head falling back onto the pillow the moment you began to kiss down his honeyed chest. You made sure to leave some marks around his collarbone before planting more innocent kisses all the way down his toned abdomen.

"You're so beautiful." You complimented, although it only seemed to disrupt Hector's mood.

He lifted his head, looking down at you for a moment before he averted his eyes, "I- No, I'm not."

With a frown, you kissed his belly, "Yes, you are."

It was silent for a moment and you knew Hector didn't believe your words. He had begun to tense under your touch, all self-confidence escaping him at this moment. So, you decided to start listing all the reasons why you were right and why you believed Hector to be the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon.

"You look beautiful when your hair falls into your face whilst you're so concentrated on your work. You look beautiful when you sleep so soundlessly in my arms, even when you stir because you're trapped in a nightmare. You look beautiful when you have your head down in a book or sit and play with Cezar."

Every reason you gave him helped him relax just a little bit more but, eventually, your words stopped when you pressed a kiss against his clothed cock.

You looked up at him again, gauging his reaction before you began to rid him of his trousers. Then, you pulled his leg up and began to kiss along the inside of his thighs.

"You look beautiful when you blush like that, looking down at me between your legs." You spoke another of the many reasons why Hector was beautiful and, with each one, he seemed to believe your words just a little bit more.

His breath hitched when your lips brushed against him, lightly kissing along his erect shaft before licking the tip. When your mouth sunk down around him, he moaned. It was such a pleasant sound, hearing him express the pleasure he was feeling so vocally.

"y-y/n. It feels- ah- so good."

You hummed at his words, hollowing your cheeks as the vibrations trembled down his shaft. He groaned, hands fitting into the sheets beneath him while his head fidgeted against the pillow, hips bucking into you.

"I'm going to- to come." He warned, almost short of breath.

You simply sped up your actions, pushing him further to his release which, tonight, would be the first of many.

He called out your name when he came, spilling into your mouth with rutting hips. When your lips came away from him, he was breathing heavily, eyes closed with his beautiful body lied out before you.

You crawled back up him, removing your own shirt as you did so, and soon found yourself kissing him again. His arms and legs wrapped around you, welcoming your touch. Soon, he was growing hard beneath you again, rubbing his cock against your own.

Now he was the one kissing along your neck, lips lightly travelling up to your ear. Teeth nipping at your earlobe, pulling at it softly.

"Please."

That was all he said and, of course, you didn't waste a moment. You turned him over onto his front, climbing off of the bed to collect a certain vial before coming back and spreading his legs. He was already rubbing himself against the bed, desperate for that sweet friction.

He whined when you grabbed his hips, pulling his ass into the air for better access. His half-hard cock lied suspended in the air, throbbing for more of your touch.

You brushed his hair to the side so that your lips had access to his neck, kissing along it so delicately. Then, your lips travelled along his muscled back, kissing each and every inch, leaving the occasional mark here and there before you made your way back up, lips next to his ear.

"Tell me if it hurts."

As you spoke, you dipped one finger into the vial, wetting it before massaging it into the skin around his hole. Hector moaned again, hands already gripping at the sheets beneath him as he desperately tried to relax his muscles. When he finally succeeded in his task, you pushed a finger inside.

You could tell he was uncomfortable the moment it when in. The way his breath hitched, his eyes squeezing shut as his forehead pressed down against the pillow below him. Mostly, however, from the way he tensed up around you.

You continued kissing his back, your free hand on his hip, caressing it gently in hopes of soothing him.

When he relaxed again, you began to move your finger and soon, you were adding another. What was once an unpleasant feeling soon turned into pleasure and Hector began moaning again, pleading for you to reach further within him.

By the time he was fully prepared, he was also completely erect once again. You removed your own trousers, kneeling on the bed behind him as you rubbed the lubricant over your own throbbing cock.

"Are you ready?" You asked, lining yourself up at his entrance.

Hector, through heavy breaths, nodded, "I- I am. Please, y/n."

At his confirmation, you slowly pushed in. Hands securely holding his hips, not allowing him to scramble away as your length filled him. He groaned in discomfort once again, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets below him.

When you had finally filled him completely, you stilled. You didn't move, waiting for him to adjust and relax. Currently, Hector was in pain but you were determined to turn that pain into a pleasure that he would be able to find nowhere else but from within your arms.

"Breathe. It will feel better soon. Just relax." You coaxed, trailing soft kisses along his neck once again.

You wanted to move but, for his sake, you had to be patient. Whether he needed seconds or minutes, you would wait.

Still tightly gripping the sheets with one hand, Hector used his other to reach for the back of your neck to pull you closer until your lips were on his again. You kissed for a moment, tongues twirling together. It seemed to take his mind off of the pain in his ass and yours from the need to roll your hips into him. His mouth distracted you and yours him. Until he was ready.

You could feel his walls relax around you as he pulled away from the kiss ever so slightly, nose still rubbing up against yours.

"Y- You can move."

You kissed him again before holding his hips with both hands and slowly pulling out of him only to push back in seconds later. Slowly, you rocked into him and, although he tensed again, he began to moan.

Lips on his back as the two of you rocked against the bed, headboard tapping the wall behind quietly. His hand reached for your own, pulling it from his hip as he entwined his fingers with yours.

"I want to see you." You hummed into his ear, stopping your movements for merely a second to flip him onto his back.

He almost immediately gripped your shoulders, eyes squeezing shut as you reached a new place within him from the change in positions. Almost instinctively, you stopped for a moment, making sure he was okay before rolling your hips once again.

Your hands roamed his body, pulling his thighs as you leaned down to capture his lips in your own.

"You're so beautiful." You reminded, noticing the way he now blushed at those words, before your lips found his chest.

He groaned when you took his nipple into your mouth, teasing it with your teeth. Your hand that was previously on his thigh soon went to his hair, twirling the long silver strands between your fingers as your lips found his again.

When you parted for air, he spoke, voice breathy, "Touch me, please."

You complied, your hand soon leaving his hair to touch him where he wanted it, where he needed it. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it red the moment you came into contact with him. Whether he was trying to hide his moans or simply trying to distract him from the feelings coursing through his body, you didn't care.

He looked so pretty, so sexy, lying beneath you like this. His tanned skin was shiny with sweat, the dips in his toned muscles more prominent than before. He truly was too good for you, even if he didn't believe it. He was perfect, too good for anyone to hold and yet, he was yours and you his. Tonight only sealed that bond between you.

You could feel your orgasm building in the bottom of your abdomen, a coil growing ever tighter with each thrust into the man beneath you. He was getting close too, you could tell. He was already more sensitive after coming the first time, not to mention the way he was pulsing in your hand. It wouldn't be much longer now.

"I love you."

You said it, knowing he wouldn't say it first. He needed to know, you wanted him to know just how much he meant to you. He needs reassurance and stability, especially after everything he's been through. You want to provide him with that. With a home to come back to, a partner, a lover, who will always be by his side.

He smiled so genuinely, only it didn't last long for his orgasm approached and his face contorted in pleasure.

Like the first time, he called out your name as he came, spilling out onto his stomach. It only took you a few more thrusts after, releasing inside of him with a moan.

You collapsed onto him, regaining your breath before pulling out and rolling to the side. Hector shuffled closer to you, resting his head on your chest as you wrapped an arm around him.

"I love you too."

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Picture Perfect || KTH

As a plus size model, you're used to your fair share of ignorance and shaming. By now, it's water off a duck's back; you're a strong woman, hardened to it. But then there were those on the other end of the scale, who simply adored you and your body. Much like photographer, Kim Taehyung...

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Plus Size Reader (but please feel free to enjoy if you aren’t!) Word count: 7.8k Warnings: Fatphobia, derogatory terms, rude assholes, shy Tae (at first), slight manipulation (but opportunity to back out), taeconda, oral sex (m receiving), light spanking, BBW fetishizing, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

A/N: Welcome to another plus size reader fic! If you don’t consider yourself to be plus size, don’t worry - feel free to enjoy it anyway!

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“You’re joking, right?” the ignorant voice of the photographer bellowed through the studio. You stood with your arms folded over your chest, pissed off at the vile and sleazy guy in front of you. Your agent beside you positively seething too. She had got you this gig, and the brand owners were more than happy to have you involved. And yet this prick…

“Problem, Mr. Carter?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. This is a lingerie shoot,” he said, incredulous as if his point were obvious.

“Yes, it is,” she stated, clearly impatient.

“I’m not photographing… her in lingerie,” he looked toward you in disgust, nose scrunched and forehead creasing all the way up to his non-existent hairline.

“Got a problem with me, have you?” you piped up. Already today you had had your hair and make-up done, and you were in your first set under your bathrobe ready for the shoot. And now, this asshole was refusing to photograph you as if it were his shoot?

“Yeah, as a matter of fact. Don’t particularly wanna see some fat chick in a thong.”

Oh, how your blood boiled.

“Mr. Carter, is something the matter?” A gentleman you recognised to be the lingerie company’s co-CEO wandered over, with his business partner in tow. From what you could gather, they were a married couple; Cynthia designed the lines whilst Carlisle handled the business. They were a great team, and rapidly becoming some of the biggest names in the lingerie business.

“Sir, I’m sorry but I’m not photographing this. You must have a more attractive model…”

You’d dealt with pricks like this through your entire career; assholes who wrinkled their nose in disgust at your curves, your beautiful jiggly bits, your stretch marks, cellulite… You’d had to deal with being photoshopped to within an inch of your life and cut out of group shots completely. You’d been turned down for editorial spreads and commercials alike since day one. You’d grown a thick skin to it but it still pissed you off when someone was just as rude to you as this dickhead.

You loved your body, were proud of it. Sure, you were plus size. You weren’t skinny and slim or even simply just “thicc” but you were beautiful, and you’d made quite the name for yourself in the modelling world.

“I don’t see anything unattractive about Ms. _____,” Carlisle looked you up and down, turning back to Mr. Carter; Robert, you thought you heard someone say.

“I’m not photographing a fat girl!” he almost yelled, his fragile masculinity in tatters confronted by three women and a very in-tune and open minded man. You half expected him to stomp his foot like a child having a tantrum.

“Well then we’ll just have to find somebody who will, won’t we?” Carlisle smiled a sickly sweet smile at Robert. The kind that could rot your teeth.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his face turning red with rage.

“You’re fired, Mr. Carter. I suggest an attitude adjustment if you’d ever like to work in this town again,” Carlisle remained calm, gesturing to the door. The livid little man stormed out of the room, grabbing his kit along the way and slamming the door to the studio behind him, the few members of staff scattered around watching on in silence. “I’m so sorry about him. Ms. _____,” he turned to you, apologetic smile on his handsome face.

“That’s quite alright, he’s not my first ignorant asshole,” you smiled back.

“Shit, where the hell are we going to find a photographer at such short notice? _____ is already made up, we only rented the studio for the day and we could-“ Cynthia was panicking, rambling with her hands flinging about through the air as she paced back and forth.

“Honey, honey, relax… Let me make some calls. I know this guy, an old friend of mine. I’m sure he’s in town. Give me ten minutes,” he steadied her movements with his large hand on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she took a deep breath. How cute.

Carlisle left the room, phone pressed to his ear as he tried to get hold of whoever he knew. Cynthia turned to you, then.

“I really am sorry for that guy… If I’d have known he was like that I wouldn’t have hired him,” she scratched the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry about it, Cynthia, I’ve had a lot worse. Right, Mia?” Your agent beside you nodded with an unsatisfactory grimace on her face, recalling the amount of times she’d had to find you other shoots after being cast aside.

“90 percent the male specimen, of course,” she grumbled. Ah, Mia; her opinions were nothing if not colourful. Cynthia chuckled though, nodding in understanding.

“Well we’re honoured to have you model for us, ____. The new line is inclusive of all sizes and shapes, some to accentuate parts of the body whilst others to help discourage insecurities. We could think of no one better to showcase our hard work,” she smiled so brightly, genuinely excited to have you on board.

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure! The sets are stunning, I’ve been a fan of your brand for a long time now.” The three of you stood chatting away for a little while, now with nothing to do until a photographer could be found.

“Honey, he’s on his way,” Carlisle stepped into the room with a smirk on his face. “I told you I could handle it.”

“And this is why I married you,” she laughs, pecking his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Oh, how sweet… If only you had the time to find yourself a kind and affectionate man like that. Alas, your career didn’t allow time for much of a social life.

“He’s the other side of town so it could still be a little while, but what do you say we get some drinks from the Starbucks across the street and some lunch in the meantime?” Carlisle suggested. Well, that was one way to kill some time…

*****

“Ah, Taehyung! How are you, man?” Carlisle’s voice was loud and boisterous as he chewed on his muffin, standing up to greet whoever had just walked into the studio. You turned to look, but Carlisle was a tall and broad man, covering most of the photographer’s frame.

“Doing well, Carl, how are you?” He sounded excited, like he was happy to see his friend once again.

“Yeah, pretty good! Have you met the wife yet?”

“Can’t say I have…”

“Ah, you must. Come on over… Cynthia!” he called to her, her head perking up from the table and chairs you were sat at covered in Starbucks wrappers. “Taehyung, this is my wonderful wife and designer of all our products; Cynthia Blake.”

Carlisle had shown the young photographer over to your table, now standing at the head and looking down at Cynthia, who stood up to shake Taehyung’s hand. He seemed a relatively shy looking man, camera bag slung over his back, black beret in place on his head. His hair curled out from underneath it in wild tendrils, framing his golden face.

He looked more like he’d be interested in artistic photography of scenery and still-life objects, judging by his clothing. Wide-leg cream pants, a black plain t-shirt and a brown suede waistcoat didn’t quite scream fashion photography, but you’d learned not to judge someone so soon in your years in modelling.

“Kim Taehyung, miss. Pleased to meet you, finally. Carlisle has told me a lot about you,” he bowed his head as he shook her hand. And then he was being introduced to Mia and yourself.

“…and this is ____, our model for the day,” Cynthia proudly showed you off to him, still sat in your bathrobe with full hair and make-up.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you could see his face so much clearer. Those beautiful big round eyes, that’s you could now see were slightly different in shape; one double lid, one mono-lid. His jawline that curved delicately and sharpened at his chin, 5 o’clock shadow evident. The freckles that landed on the end of his nose and in the waterline of his eyes; gentle little beauty marks…

You hadn’t noticed his eyes widen. It was almost like recognition, like he knew you from a past life. But he kept his composure and mumbled a shy hello, quieter than when he’d greeted Cynthia.

“Hi, Taehyung was it?” you shook his hand, noting the long fingers adorned in many rings and just how soft his palm was in yours. You tried to shake the feeling of attraction that was bubbling away inside you but it was difficult; you weren’t sure you had ever seen a man so devastatingly handsome.

“Y-yeah… pleasure to meet you. You look… stunning,” he chuckled nervously and turned back to Carlisle. “I’ll just need a few minutes to set up and we can get started.”

“Yeah, take your time, Tae,” he grinned, showing him over to the backdrops and light fixtures.

“He likes you,” Mia nudged your side, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up, he’s just shy…”

“______, he basically undressed you with his eyes! You saw it too, right Cynthia?” she turned for backup. Cynthia sat back down with a smile on her face.

“Oh, I saw it.”

“How professional of you both,” you teased, shaking your head with laughter. “I’m going to ask make up to do a touch up. I think lunch may have ruined my lips.”

Ignoring their little jeers and smug comments, you headed off to the little room to the left, filled with the garments you would be modelling throughout the day and a little dresser for the make-up artist to work her magic on you.

*****

“Alright, _____ if I could have you sat on the stool in the middle there… perfect. Cynthia, what are we achieving with this set?” Taehyung asked, wanting to know how he should ask you to convey the white lingerie with pretty white fluffy parts dangling from various places.

“Innocence and purity. The set itself is called ‘purity’, so something like that?” she gave her directions, and you worked your magic.

Now that you had taken off your robe and were parading around in the flattering white set, you felt your confidence sky-rocketing as it always did during a shoot. Nothing made you feel more powerful than having all eyes on you; especially in some of the prettiest and most body-friendly lingerie you had ever seen.

“Beautiful,” Taehyung commented, crouching down to get the perfect shots and play around with the lighting a little. Cynthia and Carlisle stood to the side, watching each photo pop up on the laptop set up. “It’s nice to work with a professional, you seem to need very little direction,” he complimented.

“She’s been in this game long enough,” Mia answered for you, you staying completely composed as he snapped away, flash dazzling.

“If you could just stand up for me, we’ll get rid of the stool there to get a few more shots of the lingerie itself.” Taehyung fiddled with some settings on his camera, while a staff member removed the stool from the shot. “Fantastic, if you could face the camera for a few, and then turn, we’ll get every angle.”

It was amazing, really; Taehyung staying as professional as composed as he was. Because Mia and Cynthia had been right. He was into you, very much so. The second he saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful creature on God’s green earth. Watching you pose so innocently and with absolute picturesque tranquillity in the most beautiful underwear he could imagine was affecting him more than the artist inside him would like to admit.

He’d done hundreds of shoots over the years, including nude and lingerie shoots and never, ever had he had such a problem focussing as he did today. But then, none of those shoots were of you.

“Tae, I think that’s plenty for Purity. _____, would you mind getting changed again for me, love? The deep green set will look beautiful with your skin tone, I suggest that one next,” Cynthia called to you.

“Ah, Evergreen?” you asked.

“That’s the one!” she clapped excitedly, filled with utter glee seeing her collection finally being tried out on a model. It was all becoming real for her; her second line of lingerie would be hitting the shelves very soon.

You headed back into the little room to change, Evergreen being a little more revealing and sultrier than Purity had been. The bra was a stunning forest green lace with almost a half-corset attached – fantastic support and helped to smooth out insecurities in the back. The briefs were high waisted and made in the same lace, with suspender clips dangling from them. And of course, to match; a stunning set of black suspenders, heels and a mesh black robe to go over the top. Modest, but not modest enough.

When you walked back out, Taehyung audibly gasped. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blood travelling south. He averted his gaze, willing himself to calm down. Mia giggled to herself; aw, bless him, she thought.

“I knew it would look beautiful against your skin tone!” Cynthia clapped.

“Um, okay… can we have the stool back please, backdrop change, the ivy to drape over the back. _____, if you wouldn’t mind heading back over to the set and taking a seat,” Taehyung didn’t properly look up at you, giving you general directions and pretending to fiddle with his camera. And now you started to see it…

He was nervous.

The staff draped the ivy artistically over the backdrop, letting it hang down behind you to fit in with the evergreen vibe. You sat back down, getting into a slightly different position than before.

“What kind of look are we going for this time, Cyn?” you asked. This wasn’t going to be another innocent look.

“Um, more like a wood nymph, at one with nature, a little temptress perhaps?” she asked, whilst a hair stylist faffed with fitting little daisies into your hair.

Again, you did as instructed; dark, sultry eyes stared into the camera, as if tempting a human into the forest. You looked absolutely delectable, and it was causing huge issues for poor Taehyung. Well, one particularly huge issue. Thankfully for him, the way he crouched to take your photo hid it well. But it made life so much more difficult.

Mentally, he was cursing himself. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d worked with hundreds of models. Why were you the only one he’d ever…

In fact, for the rest of the shoot, the poor guy struggled. Each new set of lingerie posed new challenges, showing off your gorgeous body in new and different ways with different expressions and stories to accompany each one.

“Beautiful, truly! Wow. These photos will look stunning on the website!” Cynthia was positively beaming by the end. “That’s a wrap!”

Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief as he knelt down to start taking his camera apart, slotting the bits and pieces into each compartment of his bag. You simply stepped off the set, heading over to the laptop to flick through the photos.

Mia, however, was being her devious self. She had seen the photos, knew they were stunning. But she had also seen Taehyung’s reactions to each set, each pose. She knew about his big problem, and found it oh, so amusing to meddle.

“Taehyung, may I have a moment of your time?” she asked him, standing over him with a large smile on her face. Taehyung swallowed hard and nodded, standing upright to follow her over to the table at the back of the room where you’d earlier been sat drinking your Starbucks.

“I wondered if I may ask what kind of work you usually do? I know this was a favour for a friend of ours, but what is your style?” she asked him, pulling a chair for him to sit opposite her.

“Usually editorial fashion shoots, a lot of scenery and travel in my spare time though,” he smiled sweetly, a little more comfortable now that he no longer had his problem nor did he have to focus on you and your beautiful curves, the stunning lingerie, thinking of what he would do given the chance…

No, Tae. You’re drifting again. Focus, he told himself.

“I see, it’s just… _____ has been looking for just the right photographer to do some nude shots. Tasteful of course, we’re not talking playboy but…”

Tae’s blood ran cold. The flush in his cheeks must have drained, skin paling at the thought. Mia was still talking, but he could barely listen.

“I mean she’s been wanting to focus on a body positivity campaign for a while, but she hasn’t quite figured out who to trust to photograph her in just the right way, do you know what I mean?”

Tae cleared his throat, bringing himself back down to reality. “Uh yeah, sure…”

“Your shots today were stunning and I’m sure she agrees. I was thinking perhaps you could give those photos a go? You can be as artistic or as simple as you like with them, but I trust your judgement. Googled you to check out your other work too. Impressive, truly.” Mia was rambling on, but Tae could hardly take in a word of what she was saying.

“Th-thank you…” he mumbled, forcing a smile.

“So... are you interested?” she asked, “we can draw up a contract quite easily, _____ is very easy to work with.”

“S-sure… Yeah, okay. Sounds great,” he agreed, all whilst his head was screaming at him for being a moron. If he couldn’t control his damn hard on today, how on earth would he cope with full nudity? You were utterly bewitching. This couldn’t end well, surely?

“Fantastic! I’ve got some calls to make, would you mind letting her know you’re up for it?” she asked, pulling her phone from her back pocket and already standing up and sauntering out of the door to make her calls in the hall. Tae didn’t have a chance to object.

So instead, he got up to find you. You were no longer working your way through the photos, and the majority of the set had been cleared away. You were nowhere to be seen.

“Carlisle, where did _____ go?” he asked the couple who were packing things into cases.

“Oh, she’s in the back room, probably packing her things away, changing. Do you need something?” he asked.

“Her agent said she wanted another shoot with me, I just wanted a word about it,” he nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“Oh, well just go knock, honey. I’m sure she’d be happy to chat,” Cynthia smiled motioning toward the door you’d walked through only moments ago. With that, she slung a satchel over her shoulder and picked up a case of props and set pieces. “We’re off, we have so much to do. Really thought, Taehyung, thank you so, so much for helping out today.”

“Yeah, thanks man. Such short notice too, you really did us a favour. The photos are beautiful. I’ll drop your cheque over to wherever you’re staying, just text me the address. I’m sorry we can’t hang out this evening. You free Thursday?” Carlisle was busy picking up cases and trunks and bags to leave with as he spoke, but Tae knew just how genuine he was about meeting.

“Yeah, Thursday evening would be great, perhaps dinner if you’re both available?” he smiled sweetly.

“Absolutely, we’ll be in touch! Thanks so much, Tae! Bloody life saver,” Carlisle patted his back, scurrying out of the studio along with his wife and the rest of the staff that were left behind.

For a moment, Tae stood in the silence, letting himself breathe deep. He was readying himself to talk to you, to approach you after he’d spent nearly four hours photographing you in skimpy and gorgeous outfits. Christ, how was he ever going to do a nude photoshoot for you?

Professionalism. That’s all it took.

He sauntered over to the door you were hidden behind and knocked perhaps a little heavier than intended. He heard something clatter inside and a quiet “shit” as if you’d dropped something.

“Yep, come in!” you called when you’d picked the rail up. Thankfully you’d already packed the lingerie into a small case on the floor – freebies from Cynthia as extra payment – so it was just the empty rail that had tipped. The door clicked open and shut again and you turned, expecting to see Mia.

“Oh, sorry… I assumed you were dressed. I’ll come back,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded so shocked to see you still in the lingerie set from the last photos; a pretty deep purple set; high waisted purple mesh thong with white daisies dotted all over and a pretty bralette with surprising support to match. Cynthia had called it Asters, a type of purple daisy to combine the two elements together.

“Wait, it’s fine. I mean, I’ve been wearing… not much else all afternoon,” you chuckled, unashamed. Tae couldn’t really argue with that. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, no, just… well your agent was talking to me, about a shoot you wanted to do. She said I should ask you about it?” he averted his gaze but stayed in the doorway. You were a little too close for his own comfort; the room you were in was no bigger than an average closet, and the dressing table took up most of it, let alone the rail.

“Oh, she did?” you asked, taking a seat on the stool in front of the table. “What shoot?”

He really couldn’t look you in the eye, let alone anywhere else. If his problem arose again, there was no way of hiding it. He did his best to direct his through process to professionalism once again.

“Yeah, some kind of artsy nude shoot, for a body positivity campaign?”

You watched in amusement as he looked everywhere in the tiny room other than at you. This is exactly what Mia had been talking about earlier. Halfway through the shoot, she’d handed you a bottle of water and told you to watch him; he couldn’t look you in the eye. He really was attracted to you. How cute.

The more you looked, the more you had noticed it. He blushed at the slightest eye contact, willing himself to calm the hell down with some deep breaths. And each time sent a tiny little thrill through you, so you played up to you, practically ‘making love to the camera’ as the old industry professionals used to say.

“Oh, that? Hmm, yeah. I don’t know about that anymore…” you lied. You knew exactly what you were doing, leading the horse to water but… would he drink?

“Oh… She said you were really excited about it, I just thought-“

“Yeah I don’t think people would like it. No one wants to see me naked,” you scoffed. Another lie. You had a huge online following who would love the positivity it spread, congratulate you on it, call you a queen and a goddess.

“I-I’m sure that’s not true,” he stuttered, eyes flicking up to meet yours just for a second. He blushed again and you had to do your very best not to giggle.

“I guess I just don’t feel too sexy, lately. Despite this,” you gestured to your attire, his gaze following your hand. Honestly, like a moth to a flame…

He realised what he’d done as his gaze reached your ample thighs and quickly readjusted his view, back up to a very interesting spot on the wall above your head.

“Well, um… I’m sorry you feel like that, you really are sexy,” he mumbled. Bingo.

“Do you think so?” you asked innocently, feigning disbelief.

“Y-yeah… I mean, your photos today came out really, um… beautiful.”

“Well, you’re just a good photographer,” you laughed softly, watching him so carefully.

“Photographers are only as good as their subjects, Miss _____,” he smiled at you then, sweet and unmenacing. This guy was too pure for his own good, surely. “Truthfully, you’re a beautiful woman. You had so much confidence on set today, I had no idea you weren’t feeling it…”

You smiled down at your hands in your lap, purposefully twiddling them before placing your palms flat on your thighs, rubbing them up and down slowly. His eyes followed them, his jaw hanging open just a little as he lost himself in thought.

Thoughts of how soft your thighs might feel under his touch, how goosebumps might raise at the feeling of his rings on the warm flesh. Thoughts of how soft and supple you would feel, how pretty and puffy you might be between them…

“D-do you think I should do the campaign?” you interrupted his train of thought.

“Definitely,” he said with such conviction. He hadn’t meant to; not really. But… here he was. And he stood his ground.

“And you’d be okay with that?” you asked, innocently.

“Of course, I’m interested in making art.” He tried to sound firm, confident but the little quiver of his bottom lip gave him away.

“Making art… with me?” Oh, you were really pushing him now. Was that a hint of seduction he heard in your tone? Or was he imagining things?

“S-sure…” he wavered. “I’d be honoured.” Why did he say that?! He mentally cursed himself.

“Honoured?” you giggled to yourself, “that’s sweet. I’m sure you’re quite the artist.” He shrugged, starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the small room with you, being so close and so pathetically entranced by the smallest things you did.

When you stood up, he practically tumbled backwards, back hitting the door with a thump.

“Oh, shoot… are you okay?” you asked, rushing forward to help him as he groaned at the sudden contact. But that didn’t help the situation at all, sending him into further panic at the now close proximity.

“F-fine, sorry…”

“Taehyung, you look nervous…” you softened your voice, stepping towards him with mostly concern on your face, but just a hint of playfulness. He dare not believe that’s what he saw though.

“I-I…” he stuttered, not knowing what to say and oh god, you were so close to him now. So close he could smell your perfume; something expensive, perhaps Chanel?

“What is it?” you pressed, but he was starting to lose his resolve. He had to say something, surely. Anything… Right now, he just looked like a bumbling moron.

“I-I just, um…”

“Tell me, maybe I can help…”

“Fuck, you just… you turn me on, okay? Fuck,” he cursed, looking away from you to stare into the top corner of the room, feeling ashamed of himself. He was better than this. A professional. What had you reduced him to?

You simply smirked, stepping even closer to him, until your chests were almost touching.

“I can see that…” you whispered, eyes drifting down. Low and behold, there was the outline of a rather big problem. Tae couldn’t even look, knowing exactly what you were referring to and feeling nothing but shame.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I swear I’m more professional than this, I just-“ You pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes went wide, looking down at the digit with surprise.

“You turn me on too,” you smirk, biting down on your bottom lip, still painted from the shoot.

“I-I… I do?”

“Oh yes… Wanna know how much?” you asked cheekily, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, slowly guiding his hand but giving him plenty of opportunity to pull away should he want to. But he didn’t want to. Not at all.

You coaxed his fingertips to grade over the mesh of the lingerie, pressing them to your mound where a tiny little patch of wetness had seeped through the cotton lining inside and stained the material in a dewy wetness.

“Oh, shit…” he breathed, finally looking down at where his hand just barely touched you.

“And that’s just the outside,” you taunted, bottom lip pressed between your teeth. He looked down into your eyes for a moment, wondering if he should… But you answered the question for him, before he’d even had a chance to think it.

Hurriedly, you pressed your lips to his, noting immediately how soft they felt against your own and how hesitant they were in that first split second. But in the end his reaction was visceral, softened lips pushing against yours with all the pent up sexual tension he’d been harbouring for hours.

The hand you barely had a grasp on snaked around your waist, pulling you to him and colliding your full and soft body into his. He wanted to feel every inch of you, every part he’d been photographing all day. And you were going to let him.

When you didn’t immediately shove him away from you, he conceded to his own desires, letting himself become completely hazed with lust. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, testing the waters before he went in to totally devour your mouth. Pressed against him this way, you could feel his body responding. Of course, he was already stiff beneath those cream trousers, but pushing against your thigh you could feel the size of him, mouth watering. You wondered if perhaps he might like to feel just what your mouth could do for him.

Wasting no more time, you pushed the suede waistcoat from his shoulders, slipping it off and throwing it haphazardly over the rail to your left. And not forgetting that adorable beret too, his hair flopping freely in beautiful curls that fell into his hooded eyes. His assault on your lips never faltered, his grip on your waist only loosening to remove the waistcoat.

You pulled barely millimetres away from his lips, hands gripping at his shirt to at least keep his chest pressed to yours as they both heaved with breathlessness.

“Wanna taste you…” you whispered, hot breath fanning over his lips. Your filthy words sent a thrill down his spine, and before he could utter another syllable your hands were dropping to his zipper, pulling it down and popping the button on his trousers. The loose fit fell down high thighs unaided, pooling at his feet to reveal a pair of light grey boxers, his cock straining marvellously against them.

Gently you ghosted your fingertips over his length, earning a shudder and a sharp intake of breath. “Shit,” he whispered, chasing your lips again with a frantic kiss, large hands holding onto your cheeks to stop you from evading him.

You pushed your hand into the waistband, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock and feeling just how thick he was; your fingers couldn’t meet no matter how much you stretched them.

“_____, are you sure you want this?” he asked, doing his very best not to rut his hips into your hand.

“I’ve never slept with someone I worked with before, but absolutely. You’ve been driving me crazy, Taehyung…” you whined, slowly pumping your hand along his shaft, neglecting his tip. “Do you want me?” As silly question really, given your current state.

“So much,” he groaned, the pleasure of your fist starting to affect him. You giggled mischievously and dropped to your knees, leaving him staring down at you as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his dick with a triumphant bounce. He really was above average, and the idea of swallowing what you could was making you drool.

In no mood to waste time teasing, you enveloped the first few inches in warm wetness, suckling as if he were the sweetest lollipop despite the salty tang of pre-cum. Your tongue swirled around him a few times before lying flat under his shaft so you could lean further forward to take more of his length.

Above you, Tae was stunned into silence, heavy breaths all that wold pass his lips. He watched you like a hawk, terrified that should he look away, you and your wonderful mouth would disappear. His hands braced himself on the door behind him, keeping him upright as pleasure ripped through his body.

You took what you could into his throat before your gag reflex started to show itself, having to still use an entire fist around his base to completely envelope him. Your first twisted and pumped in rhythm with the way your head bobbed on his cock, every so often hollowing your cheeks to create a harsher drag that had him hissing between clenched teeth.

“A-ah, shit…” he cried, his head throwing back against the door with a thud and squeezing his eyes shut. “How are you this, good? Jesus…”

The giggle that his cock muffled sent a new wave of desire flooding through him. He didn’t even know that were possible, but somehow the more time you spent sucking, pumping and sheathing his cock in your mouth and throat, the more his grip on reality loosened and he found himself swimming in arousal.

It didn’t seem fair that he was getting such incredible head whilst you were sat before him, already soaking your panties and being devoid of any stimulation; where were his manners? If he was unable to be a professional right now, he would at least a gentleman.

Begrudgingly, he pushed at your shoulders, hands finding yours that gripped his thighs, nails digging into the flesh. He pulled you back to a standing position and threw himself at you, lips and teeth crashing against your own desperately.

“Hardly fair that I get all the attention here, is it sweat pea?” The pet name was so innocent in any other context, but here and now you heard it very differently. His tone was gravelling and darker than before, shrouded in animalistic need.

“Oh, I don’t mind. You did us a favour today, after all. Think of it as… extra payment?” You grinned, hands gripping the black t-shirt he still wore and eyes scanning the lips millimetres from yours you’d just been attached to.

“No need, love. Carlisle is paying a bonus. You owe me nothing at all.”

“Ah, well in that case perhaps you should just fuck me then, hm? Even the score a little…” you laughed, attaching yourself back to those beautiful lips for another heated kiss. The room around you felt even smaller this way, perhaps because the body heat radiating off the pair of you was making the tiny little room unbearably stuffy.

He pushed you backwards until your butt hit the edge of the dressing table, stool kicked underneath it. Taehyung never retracted his mouth from yours, not even when he started to fiddle with the straps of the bralette and pull them down your arms. With no clasps to undo, he simply pulled the material over your head, letting your stunning breasts free for him to grab with both hands, mouth dipping down to immediately suck at one of your nipples.

“Mmf, Taehyung…” you moaned, breathier than you’d expected but the feeling had stolen your breath away completely. Your past lovers had been so greedy with no real idea what they were doing, frantically attempting to hold as much of your as they could in their hands, but Taehyung had a purpose, like he was far more skilled and perhaps used to the company of a much larger girl. Every swirl of his tongue, every tactful squeeze of your breasts was used almost like a weapon against you.

In such close proximity you could feel his erection against your tummy, pressing against the softness. You wondered if he liked that; the way your extra pounds felt against his still-wet shaft. He seemed to enjoy your body the way it was, rolls and all, so perhaps the feeling of your chub on his aching cock was nothing short of heavenly.

Your suspicions were confirmed when his hips rocked against you, stomach rippling under his movements as he groaned against your nipple, biting down on the hardened nub just a little.

“You like that, huh? Like how my body feels against you?” you teased, stroking the curls out of his eyes with gentility. He just growled in response, sucking harder at your nipple to have you crying out. You took that as a yes. “Tae please… Need more,” you begged, the wetness between your thighs growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Without detaching his lips from your breast, he shoved a hand into your panties, fingers immediately coated in slick as he pressed two to your clit and began to swirl them in circles. Every single move felt calculated, but they couldn’t possibly be, with how fast things were moving and how quickly he responded to you. He must just be insanely skilled or intuitive. You weren’t sure you’d be able to let this man out of sight after today.

He kept up his ministrations for a little while before growing tired of waiting, impatience getting the better of him. His hands were on your waist and flipping you around quickly, forcing you to hold yourself up on your elbows while he made light work of slipping the high-waisted thong from your body.

The sight before him lit a fire in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn’t stop himself from lightly swatting at your exposed ass, marvelling the way it jiggled and bouncing at the slightest touch. For good measure, you wiggled your hips a little, cheeks rippling to the effect.

“Wow…” he sighed, hands roaming over your cheeks and letting one dip between your legs, parting them enough to slip two fingers through your folds and into your entrance. You groaned at the feeling, finally, finally, having something inside you. Sure, you’d prefer his cock, but he had to prep you. He was so large, you had to get used to something before he let himself bury deep inside you. And lord, the rings on his fingers felt heavenly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” he whispered, pushing a third finger into you and spreading you open.

“Tae, please. I’m ready, please…” you pleaded, pushing your hips back against his fingers as he curled them inside you. A jolt of electricity shot through your pelvis, forcing you forward again as Taehyung chuckled darkly behind you.

“Where’s that confidence gone, hm? Did you think you were in control?” he jeered, curling his fingers again and making your legs shake with pleasure. “Beg me again. Beg for my cock.”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Please! Please, I need it. Need your cock, Tae. Please…” You tried to keep your voice down, aware there might still be people outside but only Taehyung knew the only person who hadn’t left yet was Mia. And she was making phone calls outside.

“You sound beautiful when you’re needy, love. But I have to admit, I don’t think I could wait much longer,” he confessed, now lining the tip of his cock with your entrance after pulling his fingers from you. You mewled a pathetic response, interrupted by the satisfying stretch of him pushing into you.

“Oh, my god…” you hummed, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips so tight he could leave bruises. He kept himself composed enough to slowly but surely bottom out, wanting nothing more than to smack his hips against yours. But he was a gentleman, and he would remain thoughtful enough to keep your comfortable.

You felt yourself falling deeper into the throws of bliss as he dragged himself out again slowly, only to push back a little faster and finding a rhythm that felt unbelievably good for both of you. Your spine tingled with elation, every deep thrust hitting just where you needed him to. His skill seemed to transcend not only from foreplay but to fucking you silly too.

“You’ve driven me… mmf… fucking crazy all day,” he muttered, articulated with a particularly hard thrust. In his head, Taehyung was counting his blessings and thanking his lucky stars that he could be balls deep in you right now. Had you never made any kind of move on him, his desires would have merely fizzled out. God bless your confidence.

He leaned over your back a little more, pistoning his hips as you pushed up to meet him, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck. You couldn’t stop the soft moans escaping your lips, hand coming to rest on the back of his neck, to hold him against you and tangle in the ends of his curls as he kissed along the flesh.

“Every set of lingerie… fuck, it looked so good on you. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful…” he mumbled between kisses, holding your hips still to slap his against you. The sounds filling the tiny room were some of the lewdest you had ever heard, absolutely hypnotic.

Having Taehyung looming over you this way, fucking himself so far into you and sloppily biting and sucking at your shoulder and neck, you could have sworn you were dreaming. It was too perfect, felt too damn good. Never had a man made you orgasm simply with penetration, but you could feel it building, his skill and his size playing huge parts in your undoing.

His thrusts never faltered, never once slowed. He changed his angle a few times, but never ceased his movements. And before long, you were on the brink of falling apart.

“T-Tae… Gonna cum…” you warned, turning your head to look him in the eye over your shoulder.

“Me too, baby… You feel so good, I can’t help it. Cum for me, yeah?” he panted, pushing your hair out of your face and reconnecting his lips to yours in a sultry, slow and passionate make out. You mewled at the contact, letting him invade all of your sense at once and finally, the coil that had been building in your abdomen wound too tight, and you snapped.

Your legs shuddered, your back arched and your loud moans were swallowed whole by his kiss. Pleasure burst through your entire body, every nerve ending lighting up like a firework and detonating at the exact same moment.

Your pussy clenched around him so hard that Tae struggled to keep his rhythm, simply being dragged back in by your walls instead but the fight was inconceivably good, pulling him to the edge too. He frantically chased that high, whimpering against your lips as he continued to kiss you, wanting nothing more than to feel as close to you as he could.

You came back down just in time for his release, able to savour the warmth that filled you as he came. He was sure he had never cum so hard let alone as much; the pair of you were very aware of the way his cock squelched now with each slide while he slowed his hips. You could feel the mix of your arousal and his cum starting to seep from where the two of you were still connected, sliding down your inner thighs.

His hips stopped rolling, and the both of you stayed very still for a moment, catching your breath and coming back to reality. His forehead rest on your shoulder while you held yourself up, turning to press a light kiss to his temple and nuzzle into the soft mop of curls. And then he was chuckling to himself, running his fingers down the length of your arm.

“What’s funny?” you grinned; his laugh was infectious.

“I just… I swear, I’m more professional than this.” You laughed again with him, a blush creeping onto your already flushed face.

“Me too, usually…” you sniggered. He kissed your shoulder again and straightened up, allowing you to turn around and perch on the edge of the dressing table. You fixed your hair out of your eyes while he pulled his underwear and trousers up from where they pooled around his ankles. He looked around the room to find the bathrobe you’d worn earlier that day, draping around your shoulders with care so you could cover yourself.

“I was kind of lying earlier… I do want to do that campaign, I was just-“

“Manipulating me? I figured…” he smirked, slipping back into his waistcoat and picking up his beret.

“Then why did you-?”

“Swept up in the moment, I suppose. And I didn’t actually catch on until your hands were on my dick,” he shrugged, earning a laugh from you. “All I knew was I wanted you, you were in lingerie and getting closer…” He laughed with you, fixing his beret to his head and tucking his curls back into it. A comfortable silence settled over you both, post-coital smiles stretched across your faces.

“So that campaign… Are you interested?” you asked, folding your arms over your covered chest. His face contorted into one of exaggerated thought, his finger tapping at his chin.

“A day with you alone in a studio, creating beautiful art whilst you’re completely nude… Hm, this is a hard decision,” he mocked. You swatted his arm playfully, both laughing together. You liked how comfortable you felt with him, how wide the smile on your face was. It was intriguing; perhaps you could see yourself enjoying his company in future, not just his sexual prowess.

He stepped toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist casually and drawing a soft line down your jaw with his finger.

“I was actually hoping that you might be free for a drink, or dinner sometime soon. But yes, I’ve be honoured to photograph you for your campaign.”

“Well then if I may be so bold; what are you doing once you leave this studio?” you asked, straightening his beret for him.

“A lonely pizza and a bottle of beer for one. But I think I may have just had a better offer…” his voice lowered to something akin to seductive again, the smirk returning to his face.

“I think you might have. Let me change into some actual clothes, maybe we can grab dinner?”

“Absolutely. Anywhere you choose,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet impromptu kiss. You sank into it, before pushing him back to head over to the little case you’d been packing, pulling out the casual dress you’d worn to the studio that morning. Taehyung made no move to leave the little dressing room, leaning his back against the door and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You’re sticking around?” you asked.

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t want to miss the show…”

#kim taehyung #taehyung #tae #BTS v #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #BTS au #fan fiction #fan fic #SMUT AU #taehyung smut #tae smut #bts smut

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bnhaclaimedmysoul · 5 years ago

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how would inasa be as a boyfriend?

an anon requested: Do you write for any character or just the once on your masterlist? If you do, could you please write hcs of Inasa as a boyfriend? He needs more appreciation especially now that we get more content of him 😩 if not then feel free to ignore this 💞💞

character: inasa yoarashi

genre: fluff

note: ok, i’ll admit i haven’t caught up with bnha lately, but i was looking around for info for inasa and i’m highkey in love with this piece of muscle. but anyways, have some fluffed content and enjoy ♡

–– medusa.

in general

- let’s start off with the fact that this man is loud and proud of his feelings towards you

- he isn’t the type to shy away from feelings, especially when they’re feelings directed to you

- so he’s straight to the point when he first asks you out, expressing his interest for you right away

- he doesn’t really mind if he’s a bit too forward

- inasa isn’t the type to beat around the bush after all

- he confesses in the most direct way possible

- maybe even a bit too loudly

- which may cause a slight bit of discomfort on your side given that the whole class of the hero course in shiketsu was staring right at the both of you

- you’re all stiff at the side while the pile of meat stands across you with a proud expression

- of course, he doesn’t care about the attention

- but he does, however, fail to notice the hint of discomfort tainting your visage

- it takes a few moments of stuttering, swaying in place and shaking until he realizes that you were uncomfortable with the unwanted attention

- attempt number one goes straight out the window

- luckily, he’s quick to thinking for an alternative to get you back, which is to turn to his peers and to banish them from the classroom immediately

- although he did so politely, he earned a few sighs and grumbles before they eventually sauntered out

- you can’t help but facepalm

- ah, this boy

- but you really can’t help but allow him to do so with his large eyes peering down at you before he clears his throat, repeating his practiced speech of love for you

- man, does he pour his heart out into confessing his feelings for you

- it isn’t much of a surprise given his persona, but it certainly does something for you

- so of course, resonating with the feelings shared, you agree to a date

- and another date leading to the next date before he had gone on to another confession

- another practiced speech of love for when he asks if you wanted to be an official item

- and who were you to put his speeches down?

- not when you were completely in love with this zealous hero

cuddles

- first of all, this beefy man

- ugh he’s absolutely thicc and he looks like he gives the best hugs

- which he does, what you see is what you get–– heck, maybe even more

- as built as he looks, he’s all so soft

- think of him as some tough looking teddy bear

- the first time you give him a hug, you can’t seem to retract yourself from him??

- the way his muscled arms wrap around your frame gives you the impression that you were meant to remain there

- he seems to think the same as he couldn’t let go of you either

- there’s no going back after that first hug because that would mean cuddles

- beef boi gives the best of cuddles

- the warmest of cuddles to be specific

- his frame is quite large, which provides enough warmth for the both of you

- he may be a tad bit heavy against you given his muscular form, so him laying right atop your frame is a big no-no for him

- he’s afraid of hurting you

- but that doesn’t stop him from being overly clingy to you during cuddling hours

- loves being the smaller spoon between the two of you

- when the time comes for hourly cuddles, you can bet your ass he’s already in bed, curled up

- he will deadass pat the spot behind him for you to take with a wide grin

- you can’t say no

- he has puppy dog eyes

- he just wants to be the small spoon so give it to him

kisses

- as confident as he seems, he’s ridiculously shy when you two attempt at your first kiss as a couple

- like... he initiates it

- he goes in for it, cups your cheek, leans in before his cheeks completely flush, pulling away right before the both of your lips touch

- he makes a big fuss about it, it actually catches the attention of the civilians passing by

- it gets you flustered as well, which is no help during the first few attempts

- yes, attempts

- after the first five of him repeating the process, you’re practically done with the whole cycle of him retracting and squealing like a fool

- so you take it for the team and do the deed yourself, cupping his chin and planting your lips upon his in an effort to shut him up

- and the moment you two kiss, the tension weighted on his shoulders lighten before he eases himself against your lips

- when you pull away, he takes a moment to catch his breath after all the panicking

- he never gets enough after that day

- it’s four kisses in the morning, three more in the afternoon, five more in the evening

- he soon gets used to smooches, going in for his hourly no matter the location much to his peers dismay

- like i said, he doesn’t care

- he’s madly in love and he communicates this through words and actions

overall

- he’s a newbie at all this

- and he’s really trying

- he doesn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with his volume and tone, he gets a little too excited sometimes

- but that’s okay, he’s learning since all new to the feeling

- he is, however, glad he gets to learn with you

- each day he spends with you, he falls in deeper

- his passion for you grows into something beautiful as he makes an effort to sweep you off of your feet everyday

- it honestly feels like you’re being courted everyday

- he never gets tired of it though, he loves you a whole lot

- he treats you like royalty and it shows

- in conclusion, inasa is the best man

- a whole king fit for serving his one and only

#inasa yoarashi x reader #inasa yoarashi headcanons #inasa yoarashi scenarios #inasa yoarashi x you #inasa yoarashi fluff #inasa yoarashi imagines #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha fluff #mha x reader #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #mha imagines #local beefy boy makes a gorgon fall in love #im a dabi fucker i swear

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snkpolls · 4 years ago

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SnK Episode 71 Poll Results (for Manga Readers)

The poll closed with 176 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Manga Readers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll, click here.

RATE THE EPISODE 172 responses

This week’s episode keeps up the high mark of the previous episodes, with 98.8% of respondents giving the episode a score of 3 or higher (overwhelmingly 4s and 5s). Nice!

It was aight.

It's cool

8.5/10

great!

Very rocky imo in terms of animation, as the cracks are beginning to show but overall look like the backgrounds and music choices were top tier.

Really good episode, I was disappointed in the jacket scene but it’s not the end of the world

loved it

It was overall a great episode I loved it.

🔥🔥🔥

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING MOMENTS WAS YOUR FAVORITE? 174 responses

46.6% of respondents overall were most excited to see Eren meeting up with Floch and the others, with 23.6% of those respondents favoring the scene of Eren putting on his jacket specifically. 12.1% most enjoyed seeing the angry citizens shouting out the Survey Corps motto. 9.8% were thrilled to see Zackley’s death animated. 8% were psyched to see Pieck in disguise at the end, and 6.9% most enjoyed the moment where Hitch caught Armin red-handed trying to touch Annie’s crystal.

YOUR REACTION TO EREN PUTTING ON HIS JACKET? 171 responses

Eren putting on his jacket was a scene many obsessed over when it first appeared on page and many looked forward to seeing it animated. Most of the response choices were focused on various forms of swooning over Eren and his abs. Some (13.5%) stated that they didn’t really understand the dramatism and some others (another 13.5%) simply stated that they did not see much in Eren outright. We’ve gotten a lot of write-ins about comparisons to the pre-animated trailer shot of said scene. More on that in a later question.

i mean i understand the thirst, but eh

Prefer manga :/

The trailer did it better

Meh. Better in the trailer and the manga.

TF was that? Well it's still good in its own way.

YES! YES! YES! YES! Y E S!

both "HOOOOOLYYYYYY 😳" and "so dramatic and for what?"

Trailer/Manga shot was way better

Manga shot/trailer version are way better. Dissapointed

Trailer looked better :(

Mappa only made Reiner thicc, why Eren is so frain he has 1,85! He is so strong in the manga

I don't care

Manbun.........👀

He can have my babies anytime 😌💅🏻

Not as sexy as advertised; that’s okay, though.

That scene looked weird af ngl. It looked better in the trailer 😔

Me after THAT eren scene: 🤰��🤰🏻🤰🏻

Eren makes my dick rise

ON A SCALE OF 1-5, HOW HAPPY ARE YOU NOW THAT WE APPEAR TO BE GOING BACK TO LEVI AND ZEKE’S PERSPECTIVE NEXT WEEK FOR A BIT? 171 responses

Levi and Zeke’s chemistry has been the subject of praise for many, so it’s no wonder that 87.1% of respondents are rather excited to get back to seeing Levi and Zeke again. Wow!

ARE ARMIN’S FEELINGS FOR ANNIE GENUINELY HIS OWN? 173 responses

Armin’s feelings for Annie have been looked at under a microscope for a variety of reasons, which is why we’re asking if you believe that his feelings for her are genuine. A plurality, 49.1% think that they’re a mixture of his feelings for her, as well Bertolt’s. Slightly less (30.6%) believe that Armin’s feelings for her existed since before any of the recent developments. Only a select few believe that he either became interested in her post-timeskip or that his feelings are solely influenced by Bertolt. One person doesn’t think Armin has any feelings for Annie at all. And a few others just don’t care.

Bertmin simping for Annie and that apparently being enough for her to start considering him as boyfriend material is the fucking worst. I hate this shit. It's made me like both characters considerably less.

Uhh Armin where ya reaching?!

He was interested with her even before it was revealed she was the Female Titan and now that he has Bertholdt's memories, he sympathizes with her too and wants to understand her more so maybe Bert's memories intensified his feelings

His feelings for Annie are mostly his own. Bert's feelings might be in there a little, but the feelings are still Armin's.

CONTINUITY ALERT! EREN HAS HIS HAIR UP IN A BUN IN YELENA’S FLASHBACK. THOUGHTS? 173 responses

Uh-oh, Eren’s hairstyle moment. It would appear that there might be a continuity error with Yelena’s flashback and whatever that means for the timeline. A slight plurality (37%) didn’t seem to care about this, actually. But 33.5% appeared to believe that it was a mistake on MAPPA’s part that might get fixed in the BluRay version of the episode. 16.8% also believe that it was a mistake, but don’t believe it’ll get fixed. 9.8% think that it’s actually a retcon and that Eren’ll have the man bun when Chapter 123 gets adapted in Final Season Part 2.

I hope it gets fixed because it's bugging me.

I really wish it was like how it was in the manga. Eren looks good with his hair down in his 16-17-year-old phase. Despite the error, it wasn't a deal breaker for the episode.

He looks totally gorgeous with his hair up in a bun, please let this mistake be

Honestly I don’t mind it. It looks great either way.

Eren in a manbun is a total win for me!

WHICH PIECES OF INFORMATION MISSING FROM YELENA’S ADMISSION IN THE MANGA DO YOU WISH WOULD HAVE BEEN INCLUDED IN THE ADAPTATION? 163 responses

As with almost all dialogue-heavy chapters in this series, there are cuts. In this episode, these cuts mostly affected the conversation between Yelena and Pixis. The most yearned for cut material was Yelena never telling Eren to go along with the plan and Yelena saying that she used Floch as a “go-between” between her and Eren. Others also noted missing lines about Yelena wanting Eren to stand up for himself, Yelena stating that Zeke gave the volunteers a hopeful future and the idea that her and Eren came to quick agreement. The plurality (31.9%) however, didn’t seem to mind any cuts.

WHAT ARE YOU OVERALL FEELINGS ABOUT SOME OR ALL OF THE AFOREMENTIONED DETAILS BEING CUT? 161 responses

There is often a sort of expectation to have everything (or almost every) line from the manga adapted in the anime, so it’s interesting to see how people react to that sort of stuff. An almost 50% of respondents stated that they didn’t really care about the cuts, whereas smaller handfuls of respondents stated that the cuts either took away from the characterization of the conversation, or from the context and timeline-building purposes.

I'm not thrilled about the cuts, but I understand MAPPA can only fit so much in on each episode, so I'm okay with it

the yelena/volunteers plot has always been wonky and hard to follow

I don’t think it’s a problem, they need to cut certain things.

i literally never notice but i agree that it makes it harder to piece things together

Meh

It might seem for anime watchers that Yelena didnt do much, and Floch and Zeke that did the most part, in their own plans. Floch to betray and Zeke in predicting Eren wouldnt be on his side in some way. Yelena helped Zeke a lot to where he arrived in the rumbling

All of the above

ZACKLEY WALKS OVER TO HIS TORTURE MACHINE IN THE ANIME BEFORE MIKASA ASKS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO EREN, RATHER THAN GLANCE OVER AT IT AFTER HER QUESTION. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE CHANGE? 170 responses

There was a partially comedic insinuation in the manga that Zackley thought about strapping Eren to his “art piece”. The insinuation is possibly still there in the anime, but in a different form. So we asked how you felt about it. Slightly below a half (48.8%) stated that they thought the subtlety was still there. 18.8% thought the subtlety was lost with the small change and 8.8% believed the change made Zackley seem less unhinged. 21.8% really didn’t care at all.

Why is this a question?

The glance was funny as fuck in the manga, but might have been awkward to pull of in the animation

They're blown up tho, does it even matter?

DID EREN KNOW ABOUT THE BOMB? 170 responses

Whether Eren truly knew about the bomb is a bit unclear to this day and with how it endangered Armin and Mikasa. A plurality (40%) believe he knew about the bomb, but did not know about his childhood friends meeting Zackley. Slightly less (30.6%) think that Eren did not know about either the bomb or AM meeting the Artist. A minority (7.1%) does believe that Eren knew about both the bomb and meeting and 21.8% simply aren’t sure!

Even if he didn’t know, he obviously doesn’t care either way.

THERE IS SOME DEBATE ABOUT WHETHER EREN’S JACKET SCENE WAS BETTER ANIMATED IN THE PROMOTIONAL VIDEO OR IN THE EPISODE ITSELF. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? 170 responses

Here we go… The elephant in the room… Which Eren abs scene did you prefer? The Promotional video or the actual episode? A somewhat slight majority (57.1%) seemed to like the version seen in the promotional video more than the episode itself versus the ones who preferred the episode’s style (42.9%).

THE EPISODE MARKS THE BEGINNING OF FLOCH’S ACTIONS AS THE VOICE OF THE YEAGERISTS. HOW ARE YOU FEELING ABOUT IT? 170 responses

Floch has always been a controversial character and the developments seen post-time skip have not been any less debatable. You may floching love him or floching hate, but he’s here and he’s staying for a while. A plurality (48.8%) notes that although they may not personally be a fan of the character, they truly do appreciate the nuance his appearance gives to the story. Just over a quarter (25.3%) stated that as big fans of the character, they’re looking forward to all the screentime the Flochster will receive. In contrast, 20.6% despise the man and his questionable haircut and are also dreading the showcase he’ll soon receive.

I hate Floch and will cheer again when he dies, but I enjoy his character.

I detest Floch but I'm not dreading all the screen time he'll take up.

Since he died in the manga, my hatred for him has cooled down somewhat now that I'm watching the anime.

I am once again asking for you to shut the fuck up, Floch.

WE KNOW NOW THAT EREN DID CONSPIRE WITH FLOCH TO BETRAY ZEKE TO ENACT THE RUMBLING. STILL, DO YOU BELIEVE HE DID IT BECAUSE HE HAS THE SAME BELIEFS AS FLOCH, OR WAS HE JUST USING FLOCH AND THE YEAGERISTS AS A MEANS TO AN END? 161 responses

An overwhelming amount of respondents (87.6%) stated that they believe Eren never truly saw eye to eye with Floch and his ideology and that Eren was simply using Floch as a means to an end. In contrast, 9.3% truly do think that Eren was ideologically similar to Floch and the “New Eldian Empire”. A select few thought you couldn’t just say one way or another.

They both wanted to protect Paradis

DO YOU THINK IF THE YEAGERISTS, BESIDES FLOCH, KNEW ABOUT THE FULL SCALE RUMBLING BEFOREHAND THAT THEY WOULD WILLINGLY FOLLOW EREN? 167 responses

The majority (53.3%) feel that the Yeagerists would see a divide if they knew beforehand that Eren wanted to initiate the rumbling, with some sticking around for the cause and others possibly leaving because it’s too extreme. 25.1% believe that they all would have fully supported the rumbling in the name of their own survival. 15% believe that every Yeagerist already knew about the plan to commence the rumbling, and only 6% feel that they would most certainly have betrayed the Yeager brothers (and Floch) if they had known.

I don’t know, this is a loaded question and I’m tired.

DO YOU THINK THAT, IF THE STORY ENDS PEACEFULLY, MIKASA WILL HAVE A ROLE TO PLAY IN HIZURU? 170 responses

While this plotline may not be going anywhere in the manga (or so it seems), the reminder of its existence is brought to light again as we revisit these older moments from the manga. 32.4% feel that Mikasa wouldn’t leave Paradis behind to start a life on Hizuru. 23.5% think that she wouldn’t leave Paradis behind, necessarily, but will still have a role to play in Hizuru. 21.2% think it doesn’t matter because Isayama has completely discarded (or forgotten) about this plotline. 12.4% don’t know what to predict (if anything) and only 8.2% believe that her future lies in Hizuru beyond the main storyline.

The last two options plus me not caring. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

hizuru is already rumbled, gone, but she will continue the azumabito clan in paradis

Is no one else gonna question Kiyomi's hair being sucked into her skull??? HELLO MA'AM???

Hizuru is likely flattened

WHICH SCENE FROM THE PREVIEW ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? 171 responses

Episode 72 has already broadcasted as of the completion of this poll. For scenes that were most anticipated, 35.7% were most looking forward to seeing Levi and Zeke’s interaction in the forest. 33.3% most looked forward to Niccolo leaning straight from Gabi’s mouth that she is Sasha’s killer. 18.7% highly anticipated the Blouses learning about Gabi killing Sasha, and 9.4% were looking forward to Gabi/Falco and the Blouses gathering at Niccolo’s restaurant. Only a small amount were looking forward to Niccolo protecting Jean and Connie from drinking the wine.

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

Man the animation was gonky

no levi </3

So many faces of Niles are weirds !

Let hange aloneeeeeeee and happy, please

I have no word for this, but I feeling good

Shit is getting really real now!

Everyone talking about Eren’s abs and I just wanna say the music in that scene was amazing!

I loved how it was all neatly put together and fast moving

Armin looked so good. Homie walked from point A to B and i SCREAMED. Thank you.

i wish they included eren's warhammer escape from the prison, besides that solid episode all around, the people chanting 'dedicate your hearts' gave me chills

I can't stand Hitch at all but MAPPA made her really pretty. Re: The jacket scene The trailer version was pretty much identical to the manga panel. But I liked the version that made it into the final episode too. People have been so ridiculous about MAPPA ""ruining everything"" this season, they should stop watching if that's how they feel. I thought Eren looked great and found the sun shining on his abs funny. The scenery was better in the episode, imo. I hope they don't cut Jean's line about booze not caring about what race you are. Lmao

Meh. It's not bad of course, I just find the rythm weird and I don't really feel many emotions watching the episodes. And I was so thirsty for the jacket scene, and it turned out weird too.

Mappa pls stop drawing eren like shit he is gorgeous in the manga

MMGH SOON!! LET'S GOOOOOOO

You friccin moron, you just got zooked!

i miss eremin </3

Wish they had shown how eren used his titan powers to escape.

I'm so not looking forward to the controversy that's gonna be reignited during the EMA talk scene. I'm actually dreading it, but we'll finally get the Levi vs Beast Titan scene so I'll be fine

112 will destroy ships

I felt the animation was flawless as usual but the script was kinda boring, I expected more of these aspects: -Yelena, it was bland with the cuts -Hange, they cut something I cant figure what in this Yeagerists coup act that turned her scenes a little bit lacking? Idk something -Again the soundtrack in the episodes is so silent. The only episode so far I liked the ost beyond the Opening and Closing themes is Reiner episode. I miss the melodrama of Witstudio osts

Eren putting his jacket on in slow-speed whilst talking at regular speed is fucking trippy

Just happy to see Hitch!

It was slow and mainly plot driven. I enjoyed it despite the changes.

goddamn is that a hella well-animated explosion

more abs please

Great episode. Really ridiculous how many people overreacted about the jacket scene. It's ok to perfer the way the trailer did it but to those who say Mappa is ruining the adaptation because of minor things like this, calm down.

I wish the jacket scene was better But over all the ep is pretty good

Boring, but then again so was this phase in the manga.

I really like the VA they chose for Onyankopon! His voice is very warm and genuine, which suits his character well

The sunset was so aesthetically pleasing

yoooo just read ch. 138 and im crying in da club :(

These MAPPA episodes have been a low point for me. I’m trying to enjoy them because I love this story but it feels like a chore.

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 161 responses

Thanks again to everyone who participated!

#snk poll #snk polls #snk spoilers #snk s4 #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot

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BnHA Chapter 275: YAAAAY but Also AHHHHH

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all “I’M FIGHTING TOMURA AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME” and set everything on fire. Unlike SOME people, however, it turns out fire is NOT Tomura’s weakness, so he basically just shrugged it off. But before things could progress any further, AFO was all “psst, go get One for All” and Tomura was all “? One for All?” and Endeavor was all “?? One for All?” and Deku and Kacchan, who were listening in on their earpieces, were all “!!!” Having thus realized that Tomura was targeting him, Deku sped off to lead him somewhere away from the civilians... accompanied by his good friend Bakugou “274 chapters of character development have all been leading up to this” Katsuki. Because like hell are you going to have an EPIC BATTLE with the FINAL VILLAIN without him, you damn nerd. Who’s he going to heroically sacrifice himself for if you’re not there?? Hahh!?

Today on BnHA: Deku and Kacchan fly off to battle Tomura after confusing Endeavor into giving them his location (which wasn’t very hard lmao). En route, Deku finally thinks to ask Kacchan why he’s tagging along, and Kacchan is all “DON’T GET ME WRONG, IT’S JUST BECAUSE I WANT REVENGE ON TOMURA, AND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL, HOW DARE YOU, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT”, which is super convincing and didn’t make me roll my eyes at all. Anyways so then Tomura shows up and is all “EYO TIME TO KILL YOU NOW” and Deku and Kacchan are all “OH SFFKDFK”, but fortunately Gran shows up to save them in the nick of time, because BnHA is literally the only shounen manga in which grown-ups will see kids trying to lead a battle and be like “lol wtf” and actually try to stop that shit instead of being all “what are your orders, children.” The chapter then ends with the heroes doing EXACTLY WHAT THEY SHOULD BE DOING??Namely, having the guy who can TURN OFF QUIRKS battle the guy with the ultimate death quirk! I’m so proud. But also I swear to god, if Tomura so much as breathes suspiciously in his direction...!! What the fuck. HORIKOSHI.

y’all what in the fresh hell is this bs

not yet there isn’t son but if you keep trolling like this I can give your nervous system something to actually be nervous about

anyway. this was his comment from last week’s issue of Jump, and I have absolutely no idea what it’s referring to, is the fun part! did he cry because of something he was working on in a chapter that’s coming up? or is he just tired from a combination of stressful mangaka schedule + 2020 in general?? or hell, for all I know he just recently watched Titanic or some shit

(ETA: KILLING AIZAWA SHOUTA WOULDN’T MAKE SOMEONE CRY OUT OF JOY, THOUGH. RIGHT?!)

anyways I guess it’s time to read and see if I feel like sadly happily crying for two hours afterward

-- oh shit I just realized there are two scanlations out for this?? one from readjump.com, and one from readheroacademia.com. lol now what. uhhh

lulzes. I guess I’ll go with RHA for now and keep checking back to RJ after each page and I’ll go with whichever translation I liked better

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR MILLENNIAL VILLAIN

or would he actually be gen z. he was already in his twenties when this manga started like six years ago, so I’m going with millennial. but on the cusp though I guess. anyway, he plays video games though is the point

and I see he’s already decided to contradict me and my inane speculations not two panels in! I GUESS I AM JUST A FOOL. that’s really interesting though. I wonder if it’s just Monoma’s quirk that doesn’t take the accumulated “save data” from the people he copies from, then? guh. how many of my AFO/OFA theory notes do I have to scrap now

and there’s a little quirk blurb about Search, which is fairly useless given that we already know how it works (actually in even greater detail than shown here), but at least it comes with a cute little picture of Ragdoll in her hero costume, to make us all sad and stuff

so anyways Tomura who are you looking at?? this was a topic of some contention last week! also why were you only seeing nine people then. Ragdoll had seen everyone in 1-A along with Aizawa and her fellow Pussycats at a minimum, so is this confirmation that Tora and Mandalay and Pixie-Bob are all really dead then, because I CAN AND WILL HUNT DOWN A MAN AND MAKE HIM CRY FOR A GOOD DEAL LONGER THAN TWO HOURS IF THAT’S REALLY THE CASE. was Kouta not traumatized enough already?? LET’S JUST ORPHAN HIM AGAIN WHY NOT THAT’S A GOOD PLAN

(ETA: I really hate that we are still up in the air regarding this? and I mean, sure, why not, we only had like a dozen lady heroes to begin with, so why not just kill off two more of them, offscreen, in one fell swoop??)

WHAT IS A SHAME. TOMURA. DAMN IT

(ETA: ??)

-- well hello there

OR MAYBE I WAS NOT A FOOL AT ALL?? lol guys. please do not tell me my hobo husband is flying his vengeful ass over to where Tomura all heedless of the danger because I really do not need that just yet. CAN MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS PLEASE FUCKING TAKE TURNS BEING IN TERRIBLE DANGER INSTEAD OF ALL AT ONCE

sob we’re cutting back to Endeavor and Deku and Kacchan. ACTUALLY THAT’S GOOD THOUGH why am I complaining. I’m just gonna have to get used to the fact that no one is going to truly be safe for the next god knows however many chapters, and make my peace with that. hahaha. yeah right

lmao Deku. “HEY WHAT’S UP, ME AND MY FELLOW CHILD HERE ARE GONNA LURE SHIGARAKI TOWARDS US, BUT WE’LL EXPLAIN OUR REASONS FOR THAT LATER. IF YOU SEE HIM MAKING ANY SUDDEN MOVEMENTS PLEASE INFORM US SO AS TO AID US IN THIS PLAN.” Endeavor if you just go along with this I will lose so much respect for you lmao

lol he is trying to argue a bit but then he’s suddenly cutting off. so in hindsight I don’t know why I said “lol”, really. I’M JUST NERVOUS OKAY

btw in the other translation Deku straight up asks if Endeavor can redirect Tomura towards them. “sure no problem bucko, let me just tell the walking apocalypse exactly where he can find you, my two sixteen-year-old interns whose safety I am responsible for. I was just thinking to myself that I hadn’t had my fill of crazy ill-thought-out plans with a high risk of death today”

holy --

okay I have not the SLIGHTEST clue what’s going on here, even after analyzing both scans, except that someone, probably Tomura, either just went CRONCH or just GOT cronched just now lmao. let us read on to find out who was cronched and who did the cronching

the rest of this page is not really much more helpful

but I am becoming increasingly suspicious that those were in fact Tomura’s new, improved and ridiculously thicc legs doing the cronching as he did a Marvel Superhero Landing from the most RIDICULOUS ANGLE POSSIBLE

LMAO NOW WHAT

so he just cronched onto the ground and fooshed Endeavor and then went flying off again huh

LMAO AT EVERYTHINNNNNG

THANK YOU ENJI. HE’LL LURE HIM AWAY. lols WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL THEM WHICH WAY HE WAS HEADED YOU BOOB

he really just fucking hung up on him afterwards too. just, “got it thanks amigo just leave everything to me, [CLICK]”

OH MY GOD

BECAUSE WE CAN’T HAVE ANYONE ELSE CONVENIENTLY INTERFERING WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE THROWDOWN OF DESTINY HUH. THAT WOULD JUST BE TERRIBLE

-- oh shit

that’s just. a SLIGHT change in meaning, there. silly me. thinking “get rid of them” meant “get rid of their communications as opposed to FUCKING KILLING THE ONE YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY AFTER. hmm. well that’s not good

(ETA: never have I been so happy that a translation was wrong lmao.)

so now Endeavor’s shouting at everyone else that Tomura is heading southwest and that he has “SUPER REGENARTION” (sic) and is no longer THE SAME THUG HE WAS BEFORE and yeah RHA you have officially won me over, flaws and all. listen up boyos. this ain’t your granddaddy’s Shigaraki Tomura. this one regenars

also “that damn kid...” like why the hell did my son have to go and befriend two protagonists. why is this my life now

AHAHAHAHA

“MIDORIYA IS IN DANGER...!!” STORY OF THIS MANGA. AHAHA. KACCHAN HE’S COMING. HE’S COMING, KACCHAN. for you two. someone please help me I am both terrified and thrilled beyond all recognition and my body doesn’t know how to handle the conflicting emotions. honestly crying for two hours is starting to sound more and more appealing

oh my god I forgot they didn’t know, though

fff. Kacchan especially didn’t know, because unlike Deku he doesn’t have random bits of other people’s souls going “heyyyyyyy... transcendent being at 12 o’clock.” what has this kid so bravely and stupidly gone and gotten himself into

look at them go

damn Deku can you really not float yet?? that’s going to be really inconvenient if that’s the case

(ETA: my boy really would have just straight up died. he would have died so hard.)

OH MY GOD

NOW YOU WANT TO ASK HIM LMAOOOO. well it’s because of all the character development!! if you must know

THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER BLASTY MCANGERTY

you’re not as smooth as you think you are, you know. we all know why you actually followed him. but fine, be that way

okay so now he’s giving a real-er answer though

“understand the situation”, the situation being that your best friend and his secret-trump-card-in-the-battle-against-evil quirk were being targeted by the guy who just obliterated this entire city. got it. you put it quite succinctly

and Deku is all

and Kacchan is all

love how he throws that protagonist crack in there too. because we all know that Deku absolutely is the protagonist lol, and so if that part’s obviously not true, we can make some inferences about the rest of what he’s saying too now can’t we

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh snap

YOU SURE DO!! and he does with you too!! :) it’s gonna be one big happy reunion! :) :) :) oh gosh golly

OH NO KATSUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING

what are you doing to me, I should clarify. please be considerate of my feelings. you can’t just DUMP sudden Kacchan Kamino Angst on me without any warning, you have to let me know in advance so that I can buy some thank you cards

THERE’S MOREEEEE???

YOU REMEMBER TOO, DON’T YOU DEKU. HE WAS ALL CRYING AND STUFF. IT WAS A LOT. IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE NEVER PERSONALLY GOTTEN OVER IT

AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE NEVER QUITE GOT OVER IT EITHER

:’)

by the way in the other translation he says “I’ll make up for what I did that day.” so yeah. BOOM. right to the heart. shot of me collapsing to the ground in slow motion

but it’s interesting though that he still can’t admit to having selfless motives yet! even after everything he’s been through and all his character growth! he’s still all GET RID OF THE REFERENCES TO ME CARING ABOUT YOU, WE CAN’T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE HAVE FEELINGS

but even his Kamino feels are notably first and foremost about him feeling responsible for failing All Might. so yeah, buddy. where does that leave you? even your feeble excuses are still rooted in selflessness, JUST GIVE IN AND ADMIT YOU’VE BEEN SECRETLY GIVING A SHIT BEHIND EVERYONE’S BACK. and honestly he might be better off at this point if he didn’t! BUT HE DOES. and that’s that

anyways Deku I sure hope you and your big hero brain can see right through this nonsense

god. you’re both in so much danger though, do you even have any idea?! of course you fucking don’t. god

HELLO BAKUGOU NARRATION!?!

well that’s one hell of a rare sight!! all fresh and chock full of shrewd observations about his best rival’s current skillset. ah what a time we’re living in

ooooh

gonna hold off commentary until I read the next part of this lol

OOOOOH

goddamn. Horikoshi really went off this week. just a whole chapter’s worth of Stuff Makeste Really Likes, goddamn is it my birthday or what

so do you guys think he’ll be able to keep pace all the way up to 100%? I can see this part being interpreted in two totally different ways if I’m being honest. on the one hand we have the more pessimistic (some would say realistic) view that Bakugou is desperately trying to convince himself that he’s still on the same level as the rival he so desperately wants to surpass, but with the sinking feeling that he’s actually not going to be able to keep up for much longer. and then on the other side of the coin we have the more glass-half-full perspective that he actually is capable of keeping up with him right to the bitter end. that even as Deku grows stronger, he’ll continue to push himself and use that as motivation to keep getting stronger too. that Deku isn’t out of reach; that his goal isn’t out of reach

and I’m not completely sure which way this is leaning myself! I personally would like to lean more towards the second interpretation, because y’all know I love me some rivals. and also because imo one of the most commendable things about Bakugou’s development has been how he hasn’t once been envious of Deku’s strength or of his position as All Might’s chosen heir since he learned about OFA. he hasn’t once shown any kind of resentment towards him for it, or doubted whether or not he deserves it. and as minor a detail as that may seem to some people, I cherish it. and I don’t want that to change! but I guess we shall see

so now we’re getting the clearest shot we’ve had yet of the new AFO holes in Tomura’s palms as he gets ready to combine some more quirks. also! more information about the quirks he has and is using! fucking thank you, where was this last week

so “radio waves” is clearly going to be used here to disrupt the heroes’ communication, which is a shame for them, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved given the alternative! the RJ translation is clearly just a hot mess lol. but I still adore that one “I’ll make up for what I did” line though

WOW

THE DISRESPECT. LOL DID YOU JUST FUCKING KILL HIS ASS

(ETA: I just realized he’s nowhere to be found after this, though, so... did he?? or is he now lying somewhere now all wounded and waiting to be found by one, or, dare I say, two of his sons? ...)

LKDFJLSDKGHOSIDGHOISDflkwejfdfsdklggdflgnfdlgndakgalkgldfdfkwlfwiowelKLDSGKSL:DKGJL:DKFM?G?SGSDLKG?SDFSDF??LKJ@L!

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

even if you ask him nicely??! somehow I just can’t help feeling that he probably shouldn’t oblige you, though!?!?!

anyways. THAT AIN’T SAFE. and what the hell is happening in that bottom left corner ahhhhhh

AHHHHHHH

GRAN DM ME YOUR ADDRESS I WANT TO SEND YOU SOME FLOWERS AND A BASKET OF FRUIT AND CRACKERS AND SOME LITTLE CHEESES AND SAUSAGES

jesus christ it completely slipped my mind that there was one other person currently in the vicinity who knows about OFA. my good sir, maybe you would like to introduce these two dunderfucks to the concept of a “plan.” and maybe you can also find the single shared braincell they apparently dropped and lost somewhere back there in all the city rubble

oh fuck me

(ETA: does Kacchan look so rattled here because he is being lectured, or because he just saw a vision of his own death and is now having it explained to him just how close he came to being decomposed. you decide! I’ll just sit here and bask in the angst.)

fuck. main character gods were really working overtime here. anyways so how are you all doing this fine Friday afternoon. me, I’m just sitting here wrangling with the knowledge that Tomura’s quirk is even deadlier than I realized, and that my two little boys came within inches of dying horrible deaths just now. but anyways it’s not as humid today as it was yesterday so that’s really nice

anyways so now Gran is continuing to lecture the mayor of Dumb Ideas Town here, along with his friend the deputy mayor who still thinks he outranks the actual mayor

SHH NOW AND LISTEN TO YOUR GRANDPA

-- ohhhh shit son are they mounting a counterattack?? don’t tell me!!

also is Gran seriously faster than Tomura. that makes no fucking sense, and yet these two are only alive now because of it so I’M SURE NOT GONNA QUESTION IT

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

AND IS AIZAWA ON HER BACK THOUGH???

AHAHHAHAHAHAHA

AH, BUT IT AIN’T GONNA WORK THOUGH, IS IT!!! AHAHAHA YESSSSSS

excellent question sir. the short answer is “they’re idiots”, and the long answer is just a longer version of “they’re idiots” but with some more complicated BakuDeku feels mixed in. I’ll tell you all about it if you just promise me that you’ll actually live through this, all right?

“is he after the two of them?” listen boy if you don’t finally put two and two together after this I’m gonna be fucking beside myself lol. (though honestly, Deku and Kacchan have been targeted by the League so many other times already that he might just simply accept “yeah they’re after them again” without any further explanation)

my dear gentlefolk would you fucking look at how the lord has blessed us on this day

Aizawa Fucking Shouta and the motherfucking dramatic intro to end all dramatic intros. finally this man gets his moment

someone please teach me how to cast a force field. teach me how to reach into the manga and slap this man and tell him to stop talking about how everyone’s noble sacrifices to protect him and his eraser quirk have led him to this day and to this one encounter. my guy. my fucking dude. THERE HAD BETTER BE SUBSEQUENT ENCOUNTERS AFTER THIS

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

ISN’T HE THOUGH??? Tomura I love you sweetie but you better BACK THE FUCK. OFF

well FINE THEN! BE THAT WAY. it’s not like my life revolves around you and your stupid manga anyway!! it’s not like I’m obsessed with it or anything!! I have other hobbies!! well I actually do have other hobbies, so that doesn’t really work as sarcasm, so let’s see though. maybe something more like, “this isn’t by far my favorite out of all my hobbies!!” I don’t spend 80-90% of my free time on any given day either actively or passively daydreaming about this series and writing essays in my head and reading fanfic and scrolling through art on tumblr!! etc.!! whatever!! enjoy your break!! have fun living your life!!

please don’t kill Aizawa

#bnha 275 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #shigaraki tomura #aizawa shouta #endeavor #gran torino #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #well then #now that I have 'fixed' this post and am playing by tumblr's rules #I wonder if it's too late to get it unhidden from the tag search :/

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a-crash-in-time-collection · 3 years ago

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Chapter 7: The Return Of An Old Freind

As tough as the clan may be at first sight, worry could spread quickly among them. At first it wasn't anything grand, as Sven would explain the leaders were looking for better shelter. It was when their children and the ghost seemed to leave and failed to come back when everyone allowed themselves to show what they were feeling. And while they were relieved when the family came back, many were confused and worried.

Admintly, Right Hand Man's eyes were the main thing that kept the worry from disappearing. At first, second, and many more glances, it appeared that some sort of blue gem had grown over the robotic side of his face. Like some sort of creature was trying to take from, and using him as a host of sorts. Needless to say, many were shocked to find out it was ice. That was all they needed to hear to understand they weren't getting better shelter anytime soon.

Right Hand Man ended up getting scolded a bit by the head of the medical department, Shelia, why she tried to remove the ice from his eye. Right Hand Man just silently took it all, although since it covered his metal side, he felt she was overreacting. However, it was taking a while for the ice to be removed. After about an hour of trying, it was clear melting it alone wasn't going to do any good.

Reginald at frist objected to the idea of trying to chip it off his eye, for fear of it hitting and breaking the glass. However, he agreed after it was pointed out the ice being there too long could cause issues, whether they broke the glass in the end or not. He just sat beside Right Hand Man, looking away and occasionally flinching at the sound of ice being chipped away. It was almost like waiting out a storm.

Eventually, all the ice was removed, allowing the two to leave and start to find the next step in their plan. By now, evening had come, the area getting darker, but not where it was impossible to see. The sky started to look more like a painting then the bright or dark blue it was usually known by everyone for. Reginald let a small smile from on his face at the sight. Before a blush also formed as a rumble went through the air, him grabbing his stomach slightly.

"'ungery, Are we?" Right Hand Man asked teasingly, chuckling slightly when he got a huff in return. He rubbed where his cybernetic eye was slightly, and nearly jolted back at the sudden chill. Ok, maybe Sheila did have a bit of a point when she was scolding him. Not that he was paying attention. He glanced back at his husband. "'ey, I am too, no need to be worried about it. We'll just grab somet'in' from t'e box again."

"The box was nearly empty this morning, probably is empty now." Reginald sighed, glancing back at Right Hand Man as the two approached where the others were. "I suppose we could see if we can have some of those large cherries from the forest... although I don't trust the colour."

"Out of all t'e t'ings you could possibly not trust in t'at g'ost's woods, it's t'e color of some fruit?" Right Hand Man shook his head in a playful manner, but Reginald just gave him a faint stare. He knew the hidden meaning behind that, and Right Hand Man knew he knew. The cyborg let out a sigh. "Look, I know you say we can trust 'im, and I'll admit, 'e could've just left t'e kids alone in t'at place, but still..."

"You get a bad feeling and think we shouldn't trust him." Reginald finished for him, shaking a head to the side. He rubbed his gloved hand slightly, trying to get rid of some of the cold from earlier. "I know you don't. But please, just give him a chance. I'm sure he means well. Just has his... own way of expressing it.. right Hattie?" Reginald called as she entered his sights.

She glanced over at the two. "If it's about something good with Snatcher, yes." She said, watching Right Hand Man glance to the side and Reginald giving a small grin in response. She rolled her eyes, before letting out a slight yawn. "Weird... I'm not really tried, but I am at the same time." She noted aloud, getting a slight eye roll from Platinum, who would never know the definition of being tried.

"I'm surprised I haven't collapsed into a coma by now." Burt added, getting a slight glare from Sven beside him. "I haven't had any coffee in two days. Two days! I asked Mr. Thicc to just throw a pot over a fire and make some and he said no!"

"Because it would ruin the pot, Burt." The chef explained triedly, having sat down ageist the edge of the orbital station's broken off wall. He knew Burt wasn't trying to be mean, it's just the guy seemed to think if he didn't have coffee, he was going to mess everything up or something. Not that he would ever share those thoughts aloud. "And the last thing we need is pots being ruined. We'll need them for when the kitchen is working again."

"You mean if, at this point." Sven sighed, leaning against Calla triedly. He smiled as he felt her grab his shoulders, most likely to keep him steady even though he could stand fine on his own. He then noticed some of the others staring at him. "What? I hate to say it, but I'm just being honest here. We have no way to properly fix half of the inside alone!"

"We know Sven, trust me, we know." Reginald sighed, glancing down at the ground slightly. He felt Right Hand Man wrap an arm around his shoulder, and while he appreciated his attempt to cheer him up, it wasn't going to do much. Sven glanced down in a bit of shame, glancing at Calla, who for a moment seemed to be in space. "Just don't say that around the others, ok?" Sven nodded, although the look in his eyes said 'not yet'.

"Welp, sucks for you all." Platinum said, shrugging slightly, before getting a slight shove from Hat Girl. He held his hands up in defense, he knew she wasn't going to hurt him, nor meant anything from the shove, but still. "Woah, sorry ok! I was just kidding! Can't a topbot make one joke about how his lack of need for stuff like food is useful?" He asked.

Burt threw his head into his hands, letting out a slight grone. This was the most clear emotion people have seen from Burt in quite a bit. "I blame you for all this, Fredrick." He mumbled, the cheese hat toppat giving a faint glare at him. The others let out faint chuckles, trying to find some humor in this. Burt sighed, crossing his arm as he regained himself. "It's almost like I can still smell food."

"Because I think you do." Calla said, glancing over at him, both him and Sven glancing over to give her a confused look. "I can smell something in the air. And... strangely it smells like it's coming closer. I think?"

Hat Girl took a sniff of the air. "Yeah, I smell it too." Hat Girl said, glancing in the direction it seemed to be the strongest in. It was only then they noticed the bushes at the edge of the woodlands were beginning to shake, like something was inside. Right Hand Man didn't want to take any chances, getting in front of the group and getting his lazer blaster ready. "Papa, wait. They could be harmless!"

Before Right Hand Man had a chance to respond, something gray pushed itself out from the bushes. At first they were a bit startled by the sudden appearance, but then realized it wasn't some sort of creature. It was some sort of serving table with wheels like those in fancy restaurants, only this one was a bit bigger and, as they came to find, longer than those. A strange site, even for a planet like this.

Eventually, it came to a stop, and by now had gotten the attention of some other toppats. Most were questioning how it got here and why. Some seemed to be debating whether or not to quickly garb as much of the silver covered dishes on it as they could.

There was a faint huffing of sorts, faintly able to be heard from the other side. Hat Girl got past Right Hand Man, walking along the tables side to get to the other end. She already had a hunch who it was, she just had questions. After about a minute or two of just walking, she came to the end, and glanced at the figure that was there. She wasn't even surprised when she saw the fur, giving a confused smile. "Cooking Cat?"

"W-Who else?" Cooking Cat asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you ok, you look tired." Hat Girl stated, offering the cat a hand. After a moment, the cat took it, and was lifted back onto her feet. She hadn't changed a day, or if she did, it wasn't something visible to the teen girl's eyes. Cooking Cat soon hop onto a empty spot on the table, allowing the two to be more face to face. "What are you even doing out here anyway? I don't take you as the type to get lost."

"Because I'm not lost!" Cooking Cat stated, giving a slight giggle at the confused look she received in response. "I happened to hear about your clan's whole 'crashed on this planet situation' yesterday from two mafia, and I thought I would stop by to help!"

"Hattie?" Reginald called as he walked up to her in confusion, and slight worry. He saw the orange blur appear on the table's side, but didn't know what exactly it was. He knew if Hattie hadn't fallen over by now, it was likely safe, but he had to make sure. He stopped when he noticed the cat in the chef's uniform, a bit surprised at first, but soon the pieces clicked into place. "Oh! Is this one of your friends?"

"Yup!" Hat Girl said, a smile on her face. "This is Cooking Cat! She makes some of the best food on this planet, trust me, I let her use the oven in my ship before! And I guess she brought us this food. How did you know we needed it?" She turned her attention back to the cat.

"Well, I'm not an alien like you all are, but I can assume food isn't a common thing after a ship crashes." She said, shrugging her arms.

Reginald took another glance at the table. The fact she came out here just to give them all this. Sure, most of it likely wouldn't last past a few hours, but they could get what they could save in an icebox or freezer. He smiled, as he turned to the cat. "You have no idea how much this means to us all. I wish we could repay you..."

"There's no need to worry, Mister! As soon as I heard she was back on this planet, I just knew I had to do something for her!" Cooking Cat waved him off, glancing back at Hat Kid with a smile. She then seemed to pause. "You've grown quite a lot these past few years! I mean, I shouldn't be surprised. But I was sorta expecting you would still be your old size.”

"Hey, being an alien doesn't mean I grow any faster or slower than humans." She chuckled slightly, glancing back at Reginald, who gave her a slight smile, before leaving, assuming to start planning how the food would go out. She could faintly see Fredrick holding Burt's shoulder, assumingly to keep him from garbing any and all coffee that could be here. "Oh, while I'm on the topic! How's Mu doing?"

"Why don't cha ask her yourself!" Hat Girl tilted her head to the side at her words. As if on cue, another table of sorts started to come out of the bushes. More stuff was on this one, likely making it slightly heavier. By the time it was all in view, she could see the Mustached Teen appear at the end, wiping her forehead slightly. A small smile formed on Hat Girl's face.

"Mu!" A robotic voice called along with Hat Girl's as the two raced over to the red-hooded girl. Mu spotted them and took a sigh, as if more tried by the sight of them. They soon got by her side, the siblings glancing at each other with a chuckle, before Platinum turned his attention back to the visitor. "Mu! We didn't expect you to show up so soon. We would, well, we would've tried to clean the place up, but uhhh.." He glanced back at the crashed station.

"Wow, that is a lot of cleaning up to do." Mu said after a moment of processing, giving a faint chuckle. "I wasn't planning on coming here today anyway. But Cooking Cat needed some help getting everything here, so I thought I would help. Needed an excuse to the get out of town."

"Well, we're happy to have you here!" She placed a hand on her shoulder. She wanted to give her a hug, but knew Mu wouldn't like that without a warning. Mu rolled her eyes, removing Hat Girl's hand from the shoulder. Platinum wrapped an arm around Hat Girl's shoulder, making her chuckle slightly. She then brought her attention back to Mu. "I'm not sure when exactly we'll get to eat. Most of the members here are probably starving after all."

"Again, one good thing about me being me." Platinum said, watching Hat Girl shake her head and Mu give him a faintly confused look. "Oh! I don't need to eat since I'm a robot. Or drink or the other stuff humans need too. I know, I'm lucky."

"I'm not dumb, I knew that." Mu said, slight offence in her voice. "I was wondering why you think it's so good you're missing out on everything except oil." Platinum's mouth was stuck open in shock, him processing what just happened the best he could. Hat Girl couldn't help it, she let out a laugh that likely drew some attention over to them. Mu tried holding back her own chuckle, but it proved useless in the end.

"Oh my goodness! That was perfect Mu!" Hat Girl said, eventually having to wipe a tear from her eye. As much as she loved her brother, she couldn't help but find it funny when he got like this. "It was so simple, yet so perfect at the same time!" The girls eventually slowed down there laughing and chuckling, and Platinum was able to pull himself out of being a statue, crossing his arms.

"Hattie!" They turned when Reginald's voice was heard, him walking over to the group. By now the smell of food had grown around them, as the food was now exspose to the air. Hat Girl would be lying if she tried to claim her mouth wasn't watering. "Oh, Mu is here too? That's wonderful!" He smiled, before resuming. "It might take a few minutes, but you should get ready to grab your food. And don't steal half the cookies, again, ok?"

She held her hands up in defense at his knowing glare, but couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Don't worry, Dad. It would be bad for me to go for sweets right away anyway." Satisfied with the answer, Reginald gave a nod and walked back to where Right Hand Man was.

A bit of a system was set up so no one tries to rush in for the food. The last thing they needed was it all to go over the ground after all. The younger kids were the first ones, their parents alongside them to help them get it, and so they wouldn't just pick any and all sweets their eyes laid on. The teens would go next, then it was mostly going to go from higher to lower, which everyone seemed alright with.

Hat Girl tried to keep her dish somewhat simple when it came time for her and the other teens to go up. When she walked away, her plate simply had some of the grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, corn, and a breakfast sausage. She was half tempted to dig in at that very second, but wanted to keep her manor-... politeness.

"You know, going two days without food, I thought you would have gotten some more." Mu noted aloud as she came up to where she was. Mu’s plate simply considend of pork chops, green beans, and mashed potatoes, all of which looked like they were just carelessly placed there. Must not have wanted to spend too long on garbing the food. "Unless you have some sort of longer timeframe you all can go without food.

Hat Girl shrugged. "I just didn't want to take too much. There's many people here after all, and I want to be sure we all get something. Although... I was laying my eyes on some of those chocolate strawberries..."

"Yeah, I noticed" Mu snorted, letting out a chuckle as they got near one of the fire pits. Fredrick blew on the wood he held, finally getting a bit of a flame. He tossed it in the fire, and let out a slight strike as it burst to life so suddenly. Burt caught onto him, rolling his visible eye while Platinum couldn't help but laugh. "I suppose this is your first time lighting one?" Mu comment, to which Fredrick pretended she wasn't there.

"Hey, I could probably help, but Dad doesn't like me messing with stuff that could possibly hurt us. Me being made of metal- '' He stopped when he saw a faint glare enter the girls eyes. "Ok, jeez, no more robo talk."

"Thank you." Hat Girl stated, before taking a bite out of her food. Maybe it was just not having anything besides fruit, bread, and bars for the past two days, but her eyes nearly started watering at the taste. This food had to be at least an hour old if it came all the way from mafia town, but it still tasted fresh out of the oven! Or pots. "Man, I knew I said she makes some of the best food on this planet, but I forgotten how good!"

"I don't care for the food itself mostly. My eye is on all that coffee." Burt felt a slight smack, seeing a glare from Fredrick as he pulled his arm back. "What I do and don't eat is not any of your concern. Besides, you're most likely going after the cheese."

"At least I was planning on getting some soup as well! Or any of the actual food over there!" Fredrick pointed his hand over at the table, where now most of the higher ups were trying to get their food, some more picky than others. In response, Burt just shrugged and walked over to the table, leaving Fredrick to let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm going to find Sammy." He mumbled, walking away.

Reginald happened to come over with Right Hand Man then, giving the toppat a confused look. "Is he alright?" he asked, sitting across from where Hat Girl and Mu were. Right Hand Man gently tosses the two a bottle of water, before sitting besides Reginald. "I don't think I've ever seen him this upset before. Then again, we hardly see him."

"Yeah, he's just a little upset about Burt only wanting the coffee. It's weird, they were having a similar conversion before the station crash." Platinum said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He glanced at his parents dishes, seeing Reginald had picked out that 'fish and chips' dish along with some steak. RHM had steak as well, as well as some roasted potatoes, broccoli and cauliflower. He also had some Strawberry shortcake as well. Guess he must have had a bit of a sweet tooth today.

"So, Mu. If you don't mind me asking." Hat Girl said, getting the blonde to look at her. "You said you needed an excuse to get out of mafia town? How come?" She took another quick bite of food.

"Funny story actually." Mu said, a smirk forming on her face at the thought of it all. "So, I may or might not have found these small pink and purple overalls just laying around. And then sneaked in Mafia HQ. Then waited for Mafia Jar to fall asleep. Then for his guards to leave. Then guled the overalls to the mafia's jar, well, jar." She couldn't help but let out an evil chuckle. "So yeah, pretty sure I have a bounty until those idiots forget about it tomorrow."

The area around the campfire was silent, before Right Hand Man broke out laughing. "T'at's just perfect! 'nd Doin' all t'at at yer age as well!" He felt Reginald garb his shoulder faintly and he calmed down, allowing Platinum's laughter and Hat Girl's giggles to be more clear. "Normally I don't condemn people doin' t'at, but 'e disbursed it."

"How's everyone doing here?" A voice called, the group looking over faintly as the orange cat appeared again. "I figure since everything seems to be going well with the tables, I might as well check on you all!" She glanced at the fire faintly bringing her paws to it for a bit of warmth. "This is really nice. It's a good thing you didn't crash in the desert. Although, you likely have some supper alien tech that could turn sand to fire."

"I'm the only alien of us." Hat Girl said, before pausing a moment. "Well, I guess technically they're aliens too, to this planet at least. But they're just like the humans like Mu on here." She bump a shoulder into that of the red hooded girl. "Besides, even if we had something like that, the sand would become glass."

"Well, that's true I suppose." Cooking Cat shrugged, taking a quick bite out of the fish she brought over. "Say, how did you meet them all anyway? Since they're not your original species and all."

"Her ship crashed on our planet and I happened to see. Thank goodness we got there in time to help her out safely." Reginald looked over at his daughter with a smile, before glancing up slightly, a thought entering his mind. "I wonder if anyone else ever found it. I recall checking the news the first few days and saw nothing about it."

"If anyone's found it by now, MrBeast would have made a 'I Spent 24 Hours In The Mysterious Crashed SpaceShip' video." Platinum comment, getting an eye roll from Right Hand Man.

Mu gave the topbot a confused look. "Who's MrBeast?"

"He's a Youtuber, if you know what that means." Hat Girl said, revising a shrug from Mu in return. "Makes sense, I knew you had a version of Twitter and Ebay here, but wasn't sure about that site. Anyway, he does these crazy challenge videos and a lot of the time puts money on the line. Also gives a lot of it away. Me and Platinum occasionally watch him when we're bored."

"Good guy, then." Mu nodded, seeming pleased with the answer. By now she had finished her plate, and set it off to the side.

"If we ever get a connection to youtube here, we'll be sure to show you!" Platinum said, before gasping. "Maybe we can make some version of Youtube here and use that to get pons! I tried to do the 24 hours on an island challenge once! Only made it to 34 minutes before Pops dragged me back to the airship again."

"I still don't know how you got the drop pod to send you there, those were programmed so anyone under 18 couldn't get themselves in a situation like that!" Reginald let out a tired sigh, leaning against his husband.

"Besides Platinum." Right Hand Man spoke up, rubbing his husband's back slightly. "Makein' videos would be t'e worst way to go around t'e pon situation."

To the cyborg's slight surprised, Platinum didn't try to fight the claim. Instead he just let out a sigh, garbing a nearby log and tossing it into the fire. Reginald just shook his head at the bot, preferring he'd not risk getting burnt but too tired to do anything about it. A frown could be seen on the silver face. "Yeah, Pops. I know..."

The area was slowly getting darker, as evening was slowly turning into night. Only a faint bit of a glowing orange could be seen by the treeline, the sun would be gone within the next hour. By now more camp fires were being lit up, and the glow from metal member's eyes were becoming more noticeable. Small flares would escape from the flame, doing a small dance for the group before burning out and becoming lost to the human eye.

The heat from the fire was becoming more apparent the colder the air around them came. She reached for her neck, losing the scarf slightly to allow it to cool off. She was faintly able to see some member's silhouettes as they got things ready for that night. She was faintly able to see Sven and Calla chatting as the former was grabbing some buckets, while Fredrick worked on setting back up some tents that had fallen earlier that day.

"Cooking Cat, right?" Hat Girl nearly jolted at the sudden voice near the group, turning over to see Mr. Thicc look down at the cat, who nodded with a humm. "I know you must have already gotten this compliment from many others, but I really have to say that your food is amazing. Some of the best I've had in my life."

Cooking Cat gave a smile to the man. "No need for thanks, sir. Cooking for others has always been a passion of mine! Why, that's why I gave myself my name after all!" She gave a small giggle.

"Wait, cooking cat's your rea... You know what. After meeting people named 'Conductor' or 'Mustache Girl' it's too late to ask how names work here." Platinum said, before pausing and looking over at the girls. "Uhh, no offence Mu."

"None taken." Mu shrugged slightly, before pulling her sleeve up as far as it could go.

"'ey, my names Right Hand Man, so I don't 'ave any rig't to start judgein'." Right Hand Man stated as he looked at Mu. "Atltoug' I would be lyin' if I said I didn't find t'e amount of t'ese types of names weird. It's almost like yer all goin' by TV host nicknames."

"Not that I blame you in her case. Cooking Cat does have a show!" Hat Girl piped up.

"Well, it's had now, although you can still stumble upon some episodes on TV." Cooking Cat chime in, letting out a slight giggle as Hat Girl gave her a confused look. "As fun as it was having one, it was starting to get tiring after a while. It did end up giving me enough pons to open a restaurant in Mafia Town!"

"Wow! Now I wished I knew! Would've stop by to say hi yesterday!" Hat Girl said. And it likely would have kept her and Platinum from walking in when they did, ruining the clan's best chance to get pons... A small sigh left her mouth but she kept a smile.

"Bet it took you a while to get your employees to cook as well as you." Mr. Thicc chuckled slightly as he looked down at her.

"Well...." Cooking Cat sighed. "I don't exactly have any employees. Sure I've had many in the past, but none lasted too long and I never had many at a time. Mafia Town isn't the best place to work at if you're not the owner of a place." Mu gave a nod to that statement, despite having no way to know that exact fact. "Had to close the place today just so I could deliver all this."

"I'm so sorry. If we knew you were going to do this for us, we would have found a way to properly pay you for your lost time" Reginald said, a frown forming on his face. "I do have a small bit of gold, but that won't do much on this planet."

"Oh, there's no need to worry mister." Cooking Cat said, shaking her head, voice still with that joyful tone. "Since it's mostly me running the place, I have enough pons to close for a few days and not lose anything if I wanted to! The only real employees I have are my distant cousin from the metro, and a teen from Alpine who comes in on the weekends. And the fromer doesn't show up much." She let out a sigh. "Would be nice to have a few more hands, though."

There was a humm from the toppat chef, before he snapped his fingers, startlingly the toppat who had drifted into the land of his mind. "I got it! I'll need to talk about it with some of the other chefs, but maybe some of us can start working for you."

"What?" Reginald asked, looking over confused. Unless he was planning on sneaking some food back to the clan, how was that going to help.

"Think about it. Even if we do only make a couple pons per shift, that will at least give us a steady source of money we can used to repair the station." Mr. Thicc said, and Reginald was silent for a moment. The answer was so simple, how come he didn't think of it before. "Sure, it may not be the fastest method to get the station fixed, it'll take forever, but it'll be better then nothing!"

"It's... It's perfect!" Reginald said, nearly hopping out of his seat in the joy and relief that willed his being at that very moment. "It's the answer we needed!" He then brought his attention back to the orange cat. "Well... if you're ok with it, that is."

"Well, you'll all have to wake up mighty early in order to get there on time. But I don't see a problem with it!" Cooking Cat said, a smile forming on her face.

"Then it's settled!" Reginald said, clapping his hands slightly. "Mr. Thicc, please go see if any of our other chefs will be interested in working with her?" The man nodded, gray shoes hitting agest the earth as he disappeared. Reginald let out a sigh of relief, leaning against his husband once again.

"Easy Reg, don't want ya passin' out on us." Right Hand Man chuckled, stroking his lover's hair faintly.

"This is probably the most relaxed I've seen Dad." Platinum chuckled, before glancing up at the sky, as everything got the smallest bit darker. "Welp, I should get to my charger. I'll see you all tomorrow." He gave a faint poke in Hat Girl's shoulder as he left, getting a playful glare in return.

"Well, I suppose I should leave." Cooking Cat, standing back up. "It's gonna be a real pain to get back in the dark. Might as well not make it worse."

"Yeah. Well, it was nice seeing you, I suppose." Mu said, giving a slight wave before getting up, getting ready to leave.

"Wait." Reginald called, the two from this planet looking over at him in such confusion. "We... may not have the best condition for guests right now. But please, allow yourselves to stay the night here. It'll be safer for you, and as of right now, it's about the most we can do in return for the kindness you show us tonight."

"Yeah. You two could even sleep in my tent tonight. It normally has enough room for one comfortably but you two should be able to make it work. I can sleep by one of the fires tonight." Hat Girl chimed in. She caught a slight disaproveable of the lack of tent from Reginald's eye, but he didn't say anything.

"Well... I suppose I'll have Mafia Goons outside my place if I return now." Mu sighed, kicking at the ground. "So I suppose I'll take your offer. Although I could also just spend the night in the boat. Would be easier."

"Now, a boat isn't a place for a young girl like yourself to sleep." Cooking Cat said, hoping up and garbing her hand. Hat Girl noticed a faint glare coming from Mu, but made no comment. She was sure she could guess why the glare was there. "Come on, let's find a place to rest." Mu simply nodded, and they disappeared into the dark. The dark of night, lit up with little fires... The dark of space, lit up by night stars...

"Hattie, are you alright?" Reginald asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She shook her head, breaking out of her thoughts, glancing back at him. "You seemed... sad there for a moment."

"Yeah. I'm fine." She looked at him, giving him a soft smile. "I'm just glad we got things figured out. We'll be back home before we know it." She'll be gone before she knows it.

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