#like ‘f*ck that kid who took the ball from you. Get back in their and break their god damn knee caps.’

[lovemongerer]

love the idea of myrkul & bane trying to curry favour from the dark urge, not because of their skill and prowess, but because they’re bhaal’s kid and nothing annoys bhaal more than those two goons trying to act as durge’s uncles.

[newkatzkafe2023]

I would *love* to see the genderbent version of the Baby Fever / "Impregnate me now!" post. Depending on the Monkey, it could be the Queen herself rather than the S/O asking for a baby

Ohhhhhhhhhh I agree on the queen part, yes indeed😁😁😁

(Lmk Wukong) You have been giving her baby fever for a long time, for years you had tended to no only the baby monkeys FFM but also to Mk, Mei and for some reason Redson. Your like another father to them, a scary one but well not as scary as pigsy but your Definitely much stricter then him as you push Mk a bit to do better things Mostly for her own good. One day she and Mk lost you at that Mall, and the found you comforting a crying girl who got lost from her mother. She cried and hid her face in your chest, and you wrapped you jacket around her she was immediately comforted as she called you baba feeling safe with you while you spoke with mall security. Yup that was the final straw..........

(Wukong) Mk their's something I need to tell My husband

Back At FFM

(Wukong) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!!!!

(Male Y/n)HUUUUHHHH?!?!?!?!?😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

(NR Wukong) I doubt she would get baby fever on the fly, but you do things that may build up to it. Like it's one thing for you to take Care of Li as you treat her like a daughter and treating Her boyfriend Stu like a son. What stranger is that you do the same for Their friends as well, even spoiled rich girl Ao bing wasn't safe from your fathering. Wukong finally asked what has gotten into you lately, that's when you told her that you wanted a baby cub. You told her, when a lost boy had mistaken you as his father and even when you found his real father, he still wouldn't stop calling you baba and you felt strange ever since😣. Wukong jaw dropped her husband got baby fever and he doesn't even know, well then...........

(Wukong) F*CK ME!!!!!!🤤🥵

(Male y/n)...........................Now I normally would but I feel like it's different this time😳😦

(HIB Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi you make her ovaries explode every second of every day. I mean, they did that when she first met you, and you kept doing that now. You take care of silly boy the most making sure he stays out of trouble, and make sure to groom Luier and take care of her hair. When Wukong saw that she was down for the count, then you delt the final blow when you were called baba by both the kids and some other children in the village who saw you as a father figure. Wukong couldn't take it anymore

(Wukong) cubs, cubs, Cubs CUBS!!!!! I WANT MORE CUBS🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

(Male y/n) WUKONG PLEASE WE'RE IN PUBLIC!!!!!😣😳

(MKR Wukong) She would never know she had baby fever until its to late for her, like it's was one thing for fruity to address you as baba and you don't have an opinion on it. Then she sees it everywhere you guys go together, whether it be a small boy who needs his ball back from a tree, or a little girl who sad that her plushie ripped and you sat there and sew it back to together. Then what shocked Wukong was how you got lots of rebellious teenagers to open up and vent alot easier then the monk and even their own parents did. Wukong was admittedly impressed with your quirks, but the blow was a mother struggling with her baby and you took the baby boy from her and he immediately stopped crying as you spoke sofly to him.

(Wukong) I.....I think I wanna baby😳😳😳

(Male Y/n) Yeah, I'll do that in a minute hun🙄😒😑

(Netflix Wukong) Now I see her baby fever being caused by her lack their of a family growing up😥 She was all alone for most of her youth until you made it better. Well then she met dragon king, and Lin and finally you, the village weirdo although you were completely unorthodox you were kind, patient and supportive. You never judged her and for that she fell in love with you, but lately she's been feeling a bit hollow like something is missing until she saw what it was. You were playing with the village children, from making up games, and drawing and making snacks for them. Wukong eyes Widened at the care you give to them, and so it clicked she knew what was missing.

(Wukong) Y/n...I want a baby🥺

(Male y/n) ABOUT TIME I wasn't doing all the fatherly stuff for NO reason😑😠

(BMW Wukong) You were always quite rough around the edges and that's what she like about you, but what she didn't know what about your baby fever. It was a bit before she met you and you were hired to watch over a celestials child for a few days, and you turned out to be more of a father then the girls really that which broke your heart then you met your wife. You never brought it up to her in fear of you would come off as pressuring her, but your wife was smarter and more aware then you thought.

(Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh Y/n, how do you feel about cubs

(Male Y/n) I would like that, but I hope you know their might be more than one at the first try😐😐😐

(Wukong)..........what do you mean by that😳😳😳😳😳

(Destined one) Ok, so you were acting strange lately. She's been noticing how you like to lay on her stomach at all times while slightly whimpering. She felt your hollow feelings and mild depression and it's been going on for a while. When the destined one asked what was wrong, you just told her that something was missing. That when you and your wife had separate experiences, she had saved a young child from another demon who wanted to eat her, and the little clung on to her for safety while in the village you had tended to a crying little girl who scraped her knees and you put a Bandage on it making her smile and you both figured out what was missing.

(Destined one) IMPREGNATE ME AT ONCE!!!😫😫😫

(Male Y/n) I WANNA A BABY MONKEY CUB!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

(Both) WAIT REALLY?!?!?!?😳😳😳

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[cozyrecords]

Volleying Love

Here's another post for one of my favourite characters, Kuroo Tetsurou <3

I hope you guys enjoy reading this and any suggestions are welcome!

Kuroo is an all-time famous volleyball player and there is no denying that but so is the fact that he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Nekoma. You guys have seen each other's most vulnerable sides to the most embarrassing moments. Not to mention also the times when you guys have been in a really heated argument once but thankfully made up just in time.

Of course, you guys were nothing more than just best buddies, right? Or so you thought...

"Y/N, my beloved...I have missed you a ton!" Kuroo dramatically clutches his heart, entering the class.

"I think you guys met yesterday?" Lev questions, showing the recent post on Kuroo's social media where he took your picture while playing claw machine at an amusement park.

You rolled your eyes, shook your head, and released an annoyed sigh. "I miSSeD yoU ToO."

"Anyways, you know the drill, right? Match at 6 pm today." Kuroo winks at you and puckers his lower lip when he sees you gagging at his gesture.

"Kuroo, I will f*cking bury you alive if you do that again." You slightly smack his arm.

Kenma snickers without diverting his attention away from the game. Meanwhile, Lev and Kenma go to their classes and your homeroom teacher enters the class and asks you guys to open the textbooks.

"Heyy..psst!"

You feel your chair being kicked by someone and turn sideways to come face-to-face with Kuroo.

"What do you want, idiot?"

"You." He smirks.

Your eyes widen and your body goes into a defensive mode but even before you realize what's happening, you feel your hair being ruffled by him.

"Looks like someone fell for that." He cackles and it immediately makes your eyes all watery so you blink rapidly and turn around to get a pencil.

"F*ck off, Kuroo. I- I almost threw up at your words." You slightly quivered, throwing the pencil at him.

"Oww, what did I even do?" He whisper-shouted at you.

Kuroo felt a paper ball hit his shoulder and he looked back to Yaku who signed to that paper ball to be opened.

'You are dumb as fuck'

"Yaku-san! Come on..not you too?"

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After classes, you go to the canteen to buy snacks for the game. You contemplated whether to buy Kuroo's favourite drink because he will be getting tons from his fans.

"OMGG! I CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE THIS TO KUROO."

"NOO...I WILL BE THE ONE TO GIVE HIM BEFORE THE MATCH."

You sighed in annoyance after hearing a few girls from your school competing about who would hand him the drinks first.

"Getting jealous much, are we?"

You whip your head towards the owner of the voice to see Lev standing behind you. He cackles as he takes a glance at your serious face.

"Hahaha...why would I be jealous? And that too because of those girls??? Over Kuroo???? Please." You said averting your eyes away from his.

"Y/N, who are you even kidding? Don't you think its time you tell him about how you feel?"

"Lev, I think you misunderstood the whole dynamic we both have. He is just my best friend and nothing much. Stop having these unrealistic ideas." You were calming yourself from becoming agitated.

"Are you telling that to me or to comfort yourself? Y/N, you don't have to be honest with me but be honest with yourself at least." You noticed his face being stoic, void of any hint of playfulness.

"Let's go. I think you are getting late too." You tried breaking the conversation.

Lev gasped looking at the time on his phone and stormed to the gym before yelling a 'see you after the match.'

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You arrive at the volleyball court to get a spot on the bleachers and just to your liking, you get to have a good view from there. Letting your eyes wander all over the room, they take a pause at your best friend, who is engaged in a serious conversation with the coach along with other members.

Taking a glance at his body, you pay attention to his strong physique consisting of his sharp jawline, strong biceps, and relaxed yet fit posture. Has he always been this manly? Or am I just going crazy?

All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by the whistle indicating that the match started and you scrunched your face in disgust for even thinking about Kuroo in this way.

Everyone started screaming as the members jogged up to the middle of the court to greet the other team. You noticed Kuroo spotting you in the crowd and smiled in acknowledgement, waving his hand slightly at you. The most unexpected thing happens as you shoot a tight-lipped smile in response, your heart races slightly at this interaction.

The match started and as usual, you saw the other team get beaten into a pulp by the ruthless Nekoma and more so

"We see our reliable middle blockers block the ball with ease and have it tossed with an unimaginable speed to the other side...aandd one point to Nekoma!" The commentator excitedly screams as Nekoma scores a point.

As the match goes on, you become engrossed in the game as usual but you start noticing something. This match was filled with energy, determination and the zeal to play more and win however you also observe a change in Kuroo. He seems bold and draws more attention than usual which captivates you even more. His spikes and blocks are intense, and he is leading the team with unparalleled intensity.

That is when it clicks so you realize that it is not just his playing but also his attitude and the way he looks at you amidst the crowd. His gaze keeps finding you, and every time he scores or gives an incredible block, he flashes a smile filled with fondness which you have only seen once or twice. It's as if every point he scores is a message meant for you. Having said that, he is revealing a side of himself that you have never seen before. Am I being delusional? Why would he do that? You think to yourself.

As the match reaches its final state, you are torn between admiring Kuroo's exceptional performance and the confusion regarding his behaviour. Nonetheless, you shake your head to remove any other thoughts just to focus on the game.

The crowd finally breaks into cheers as Kuroo and Kenma team up for the last point to make a spectacular play, attaining the victory. Your eyes moistened as you smiled and made tiny jumps in excitement. Similarly, Kuroo was being thrown in the air and caught by his teammates in joy but all he cared was about you.

You watched as Kuroo squeezed himself in between the ecstatic crowd and made his way towards you, his face glistening under the bright lights and a smile that reached his eyes. And that is when the realization hits you like a ton of bricks and you are left in shock. Kuroo is in love with you as much as you are in love with him.

But even before you can move, your peripheral vision registers a frenzied fan making her way towards Kuroo, who seems to be oblivious to the surroundings, keeping his focus solely on you. In an attempt to prevent her from running towards him, you blocked the way but what happened next made the gym fall into a horrified silence.

The scene unfolds to the fan slapping you hard enough to be shoved to the ground as you try to protect your best friend. Cheers have been ceased and the atmosphere shifts from celebration to disbelief.

Your cheek aches with a stinging sensation, gradually swelling and the force of your head hitting the ground makes you slightly dizzy. His face fades as your vision becomes blurry both from the tears and dizziness, so you try your best to not fall unconscious.

Kuroo's movements slow down but his pace increases as his jaws set in a tight line, fists clenched and his face reddens with wrath clouding his eyes. It was obviously unacceptable and his hiking frustration was just as threatening as him.

However, as soon as he looks at you, trying to withhold the pain, he rushes towards you without any care for his anger. He takes a deep breath not wasting another moment, and picks you up in an instant carrying you to the infirmary. You could only listen to a few of the team members asking Kuroo to take care of you while they deal with that fan.

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"Hey, hey...Look at me. Don't worry, I am here, here with you. I've got you so you're going to be okay." His voice was laced with concern along with a subtle tremble in his voice due to the exhaustion.

"Kuroo...I am- I am alright..." You wince lightly trying to stay awake.

"Let's talk later okay? We need to get you a first aid."

He took a turn to the medical room and the doctor quickly takes you to the room. She asks him to stay out for a while and you could make out his reluctance, so you smiled fondly at him. You nodded a bit, raising your thumbs to subtly indicate that you will be alright.

"Thankfully you didn't have any concussion but I would still advise you to get a checkup done at the main hospital." The doctor smiled at you, giving you an ice pack for your cheek.

"Thanks, doc." You peeped through the door, looking at Kuroo who is fidgeting his legs and hands, taking ragged breaths.

"I will let your friend come in so you keep the ice pack for now."

He got up from his seat and dashed through the door. His eyes softened at the sight of you and you signaled him to sit on the chair by the bed.

"Hey, precious...how are you feeling right now?" His gentle touch on your hair made you almost cry because this soft side of him is genuinely making you feel emotional.

"My cheek stings justttt a bit." You snickered to ignore another nickname he used, stressing on 'just' in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

His hand slowly dropped to the swollen cheek, grazing it so delicately as if it's made up of glass. But his face was painted with a stoic expression. "I am gonna make sure she is suspended from all our games."

You couldn't help but be moved by Kuroo's protectiveness, though you might have been grateful if it was anyone else instead of Kuroo but it's just different. After being friends for so long, your newfound feelings towards him made your chest tighten in fear. What if you were wrong about Kuroo? What if he just put an extra amount of dedication to the game and did not convey something to you- but you felt a rush of emotions as a consequence of his undeniable tenderness in his actions.

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Tetsu, there is something I need to tell you," you began, ignoring the mini shock you got from using his first name. He turned to you, in an instant as it was rare of you to use his first name unless you have a favour to ask him or when you mess up things. His eyes showed you the assurance you needed. So you took a deep breath and uttered the words which have been tugging your heart ever since.

"I...I like you. And not as a friend."

Pretending to not observe how his eyes bulged out and jaw wide open in astonishment, you continued. "Seeing you play and the way you looked at me today, it...it gave me the benefit of the doubt that you might be having a tiny....really a tiny bit of feelings towards me. I love you, Tetsu. 'Like' is just a small word in comparison to the amount of love I have towards you."

You mentally prepared yourself to be laughed at but had a small hope of being on the side where your love is reciprocated. But what is giving you a hard time is that the room fell into a brief silence making you anxious, so you look at Kuroo for an answer.

His face had long been void of the surprised expression and all you could see was his warm and genuine smile before he screamed in excitement. "OH...my god, Y/N! I have been waiting for you to say that! I was- I was gonna say that after the game because you took a long time to respond to my hints."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cupped your uninjured cheek and the moment felt like a dream, the pain in your cheek long forgotten as Kuroo leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. Your arms made their way, one to his neck while the other to his hair, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss, and he didn't waste any further and tugged at your lips.

You both pulled away from each other, faces flushed at the mini-makeout session, giggling a bit.

"Your bed-hair just got worse." You grinned, smoothening out his spikes while Kuroo just sat like an obedient love-sick puppy with his body all relaxed at the familiar feeling of you.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[lucy-sky]

The Break of Dawn (Leo Barnes x f!Reader)

You work in a small diner not far from the bus station and try to get over a tragic event that happened to you three years ago. Leo Barnes is one of the steady customers, and at some point you realize there's mutual attraction between the two of you. There's no time for romance though - only one night left before the annual Purge, and Leo has an important job to keep Senator Roan safe as it's the only chance to finally put an end to the Purge.

Words: 3 656

Warnings: Sexual content (not super detailed, I would rate this story as Mature rather than Explicit, but still they f*ck), a bit of angst (trigger warning: loss), but Leo is a caring and protective guy who’s ready to hold you

A/N: My first time writing Leo Barnes or any Frank Grillo character, so please don't be mean :))

Taglist: @sweetfictionalworld, @skvatnavle​, @lunamoon-87​

“There he is.”

Stella pokes you with her elbow.

“What?”

“Your tough guy. He’s here,” she nods to the corner of the diner and you don’t even need to follow her gesture to know that Leo Barnes is sitting there, his usual spot. He’s a bit early today, and it’s understandable - you too find it harder to sleep well as the Purge is getting closer.

“He’s not my tough guy, Stells,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Tell it to someone else,” she snorts. “So far I’m just wondering how long you’re gonna keep ignoring that sexual tension…”

“Stella, please.”

“What? Honestly, I don’t know why he’s being such a gentleman… But just FYI, y/n… You know it’s not the 19th century and you actually can make the first move?”

“Even if I wanted to, it’s not the right time,” you shrug. “You know he’s doing an important job. He’s got plenty of stuff to think about and it’s definitely not romance.”

“Who’s talking about romance, sis?” Stella laughs. “You’re both so goddamn tense, you need to blow off some steam. No, seriously. You need to get laid. He needs to get laid. It’s just way too obvious!”

“Oh dear god, just please shut up…” you groan.

“Fine,” she gives you a wicked smirk. “If you don’t want him, then I’m bringing his order.”

You chuckle at this.

“Don’t you dare.”

  To be completely honest, you can’t deny that Stella is partly right. There is something between you and this grumpy silent man in the corner. But what exactly? You can’t really put it into words, it’s not just the attraction, or sexual tension as Stella says. You do find him handsome though, you admit that. A couple of times when he was wearing a t-shirt, you caught yourself staring at his muscular arms. Yes, guilty. And still… There’s more than that. You’d call it some sort of mutual understanding.

Leo Barnes works for Senator Roan. In the past, he used to be a cop, now he is the head of security for her. You learnt that one night when he was here, having his usual late dinner. The TV was on, evening news, something about the election of course. And suddenly you noticed him there, standing behind Roan’s back with another guy in a formal dark suit. You blinked, stared at the screen, then looked back at him. He caught your glance.

“Is that… you?” you blurted, realizing too late that you said it out loud. But he smiled, and in his smile there was no anger or annoyance.

“Apparently so,” he replied with a soft chuckle and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “How do I look?”

You started talking ever since then. Barnes usually came to the diner twice - in the morning he just had a mug of black coffee, and in the evening he ordered something to eat. Mornings were often crowded as many people passed the diner before heading to work in the city, so you were busy. But the evenings were mostly quiet. 

You often stayed at work late, covering Stella who had to run to her kids or another date. You didn’t mind that since work was always your way to escape. Nobody was waiting for you at home anyways. Somehow, Leo Barnes started to keep you company. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were never into heartfelt conversations with the clients here, but something just clicked. Especially after you learnt about his job and it became clear that your views on the Purge are the same.

Many people hate The Purge, as well as many people support it. Some people hate it because they’re scared for their loved ones, their business (small shop owners who don’t have enough money to afford the Purge insurance often suffer), or they hate it just because they’re against violence in general. And the others… They have more personal reasons. You’re one of them. And somehow, even if you don’t know for sure, you just feel like Leo Barnes has personal reasons as well. He never really told you, and you don’t dare to ask because you know well enough how the memories can hurt. You didn’t tell him either. But still, you don’t know how exactly it worked, you just looked at each other and saw it. It’s like an unspoken secret between the two of you. The details don’t matter anyway. Your stories are in the past and you can’t change it, but what you can change is the future. If Senator Charlene Roan wins the election - the Purge will finally end. You can help with your vote, and Leo… Leo is determined to do anything to help her survive this year. Just this year, and hopefully no one would ever have to survive this nightmare again. You both want it more than anything else.

  “Hey.”

You smile at Leo as you place a mug of coffee and a plate on the table in front of him.

“Hey…” he looks confused when he sees the food. Nothing really special: eggs, bacon, some beans and a toast. “What’s that? I... only asked for the usual…”

“Just thought you might need some extra fuel,” you shug. “Only one night left before the Purge, so… you must have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right… I actually do,” he gives you a tired smile. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” you nod and turn to leave, but Leo suddenly touches your arm and you freeze.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you face him again.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes… Why are you asking?..” you give him a puzzled look.

“Well uh… To be honest I’d be happier if you took a day off… You know, just to make sure you’re safe…”

You feel the heat on your cheeks. Does… does he worry about you?.. The realization makes your heart shrink for a second. Apparently he’s not just someone who understands, he’s someone who cares. You already forgot what it feels like when someone really cares. Well, of course there are your parents, but they’re far away… And Leo, he’s right here.

“It’s okay,” you say, trying not to look too baffled. “Tomorrow we’re closing the diner earlier, right after lunchtime, so I’ll be home long before the Purge begins. There’s no need to worry, really.”

“Good,” Barnes nods. “I just… don’t think I’ll be able to come over and check on you tomorrow, so I just…” he stutters as if trying to figure out something to say. 

“I just want you to be careful, okay?” he finally utters, and to your surprise his hand reaches yours, squeezing it lightly. “Just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah, I... Of course I will,” you try to smile reassuringly. “I promise.”

  *

There’s about five minutes left before closing hour when Leo appears. As usual, you’re still here, helping Mary, the chief and the owner’s wife with all the cleaning up after the working day. While she’s in the kitchen, you wipe the tables, TV-set is murmuring something in the corner. The election, the purge… Always the same.

“You’re closed?” he asks, meeting your gaze. “Sorry, I… Didn’t realize it’s that late already…”

“We’re about to close, but it’s fine, come in!” you assure smiling at him maybe a bit more brightly than you wanted to show. “We’ll get you something to eat, right, Mary?” 

“Sure thing,” she replies from the kitchen door. You weren’t the only one who saw Barnes on TV. Since then, he became an always welcome guest as the diner owners supported Roan as well. Otherwise, to be honest you don’t think you could possibly be able to work for them.

You put a plate with food in front Leo as he takes a seat at the counter. While he’s eating silently, you wipe the coffee mugs and place them carefully on the shelf. The TV keeps talking. Something about the bloomimg economy and international murder tourists who keep coming to the US to take part in the annual Purge. You glance at the screen, see their gut-wrenchingly excited faces.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath and shake your head. “Fucking insane.”

“True,” you nearly jump at his words, as you didn’t realize Leo heard you. “I knew people who killed someone on Purge night for… different reasons. But those who kill just because they enjoy it, for fun or sport or whatever you call it - those are the most dangerous.”

“They’re just psychopaths. People like that should be kept in mental hospitals or something. But they just walk around as if nothing’s wrong with them. And the new founding fathers keep telling them how proud they are of them…”

“Roan’s gonna make it stop,” Mary joins the conversation. “This lady’s got some balls, am I right, sir?”

“Yes ma’am,” Barnes chuckles. “She absolutely got them.”

  You leave the diner together with Leo. Mary chose to stay inside, waiting for her husband to come pick her up in a few minutes. The night is a bit chilly; you’re shivering, not sure if it’s the cold or the fact that you’re alone with him for the first time.

“Where’s your car?” he asks.

“Oh um… It’s in the service actually. So I’m going to the bus station right over there,” you point. Barnes frowns.

“What about tomorrow?”

“Stella promised to give me a ride home. Leo… I’ll be okay. It’s not the first Purge night in my life, you know.”

“Right,” he clears his throat. “Anyway, since I’m here I can drive you home.”

“You… sure it’s okay?” your voice betrays you a little. “I mean you must be tired…”

“I’m okay,” he assures, then nods at his car. “Come on. I insist.”

“Okay,” you hear yourself saying.

  *

You’re mostly silent on the way. You feel a bit tense, but also kinda… weirdly excited to be in this car, next to him. Damn. Is Stella right, and you’re actually into him? Definitely so. But after all these years you almost completely forgot how it feels - to be into someone or how the relationships work. As if you’re a teenager again. Leo Barnes is the first man who actually made you think of something close to romantic longing since… That night.

“It’s here?” he asks as you reach your house. You nod, and he pulls over. You wait for him to say something, to tell you goodnight maybe, but he doesn’t. Without the sound of the car engine, the silence between you becomes even more awkward. You open your mouth to say goodbye to him, but instead different words suddenly come out.

“Leo, I…” 

He looks at you intently. You stare down at your knees.

“Yeah?”

“I just… The fact that you worry about me - it’s very nice of you, really. And… I just wanted you to know that I worry about you too. I worry about you a lot actually…”

“Y/n…” his voice is quiet as he brings his hand to your face, gently urging you to look up at him. His eyes look darker than usual in the dim light of the street lamp nearby. You think if it’s possible to drown in someone’s eyes you’d already be gone.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” he says softly. “It’s gonna be a tough night for sure, but I’ll be fine, I have to be fine. You gotta trust me on this. You trust me?”

“Yes,” you barely whisper, unable to take your eyes from his, and when the tension becomes almost unbearable, his lips finally crush on yours.

You both expected and didn’t expect it, didn’t dare to admit even to yourself how much you really wanted it. Your breath hitches somewhere in your throat as you kiss him back eagerly, forgetting about everything and everyone for this moment that lasts so long and so painfully short at once. You’re both panting as your lips part, foreheads pressed together. 

“I… I think I should go,” you mumble as a rush of panic suddenly overwhelms you.

“Yeah… Yeah…” he nods. “You should get some rest.”

“You too.”

You squeeze his hand for a second. Gosh, you didn’t even realize your hand was on his all this time. 

“Good night,” you finally murmur, bracing yourself to get out of the car. You feel like something else needs to be said, but can’t really figure out what.

  *

You enter the house and just lean against the door, heart hammering wildly inside your chest. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath. What the hell just happened? And why are you reacting like that? There’s nothing wrong about this kiss. You’re two single adults… Well, probably single. Leo doesn’t wear a ring, so… Damn it, you really got out of practice when it comes to relationships.

A knock on the door made your eyes snap open. As if in a daze, you slowly turn and reach the door handle, already knowing who you’re going to see.

Leo doesn’t say anything. And you can’t read the expression in his eyes, or you simply don’t have time for it, because the next moment he steps inside, his hands cup your cheeks and he kisses you with such longing and desperation it nearly kicks the breath out of your lungs. You don’t know what you’re doing any more, but your fingers are already in his dark hair, scratching the nape of his neck while his lips and tongue keep attacking your mouth. It feels like shockwaves running through your body, and for the first time in years you feel just so alive. All this time your feelings, passions and emotions were asleep, everything around you seemed pale and lifeless as if someone turned down the contrast, but something changed. Not right now, not in the snap of a finger, of course; it happened gradually. Something kept changing deep within you since the very first time your eyes met, and now - you’re finally ready to feel something. To let him in.

You don't think about it though. Or about anything else, to be honest. All you can focus on is what his lips are doing to you, how hot his breath is and how weirdly nice his stubble feels against your skin. Leo’s coat falls on the floor. His big hands seize your waist as he lifts you up, causing you to grip onto his broad shoulders. Pressing you against the nearest wall, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the kisses are sloppy, open-mouthed, and you can't suppress a soft moan. He's big and strong, you feel small underneath him, but you like it. 

You can’t even remember clearly how you finally reached the bedroom, frantically helping each other to get rid of the clothes. When you tumble down and he hovers over you, the skin to skin contact is overwhelming. He brushes your hair away from your flushed face, kisses you with sudden tenderness. The look in his hazel eyes is warm yet still full of passion as you cup his cheek and he presses his lips to your palm. An affectionate gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, but you both are too impatient to be soft right now. So he leans in, kissing you harder this time, grunting against your mouth when you pull him closer, craving as much of him as possible. You can feel him twitching against your lower belly as you wrap your legs around him, eager to get more pressure. He’s not even inside you yet, but it already feels so good you can’t help bucking your hips, earning a low groan from him at the friction. His lips trail along your jawline, down to the side of your neck, where he kisses and nibbles, and you just know there’s gonna be marks tomorrow, but damn, you can’t care less.

When he finally enters you and starts moving, you’re almost delirious. Clinging to him, you gasp and whisper his name into his skin, feel the muscles on his back tense as he thrusts deeper. The wave of bliss hits you so hard your vision turns blurry and for a few seconds it feels like you’re not there.

  *

Reality comes back to you slowly, with all the dark and troubled thoughts you can’t escape. Leo is lying next to you with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, so you think he must be asleep. Good for him. Carefully, you slip out of the bed to get a glass of water. It doesn’t help you to get rid of the lump in your throat though. Back to the bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and let out a deep sigh, trying to fight back tears. Too many emotions for one night.

“Y/n.”

Leo’s voice doesn’t even seem sleepy. You can feel him shifting in bed to reach you, the warmth of his calloused hand stroking your back soothingly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, uh…” You shake your head, bringing your hand to rub your eyes. “I’m good. It’s just… It’s been a while since I… You know…”

“I know. It’s been a while for me as well.”

“I lost my boyfriend three years ago,” you blurt out, surprising yourself that you said it out loud. “During the Purge night. He um… He was a medical student. We lived in an apartment building and we heard someone crying for help. I wanted to stop him but he just couldn’t ignore someone who needed help, you know. He got shot accidentally, right into his head. There was no chance to save him.”

Leo’s hand gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Sorry, I… Don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I’ve never talked about him since the funeral…”

“It’s okay,” he moves closer, pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“I was so angry at first, you know,” now that you start talking you seemingly cannot stop. “I wished I could find and kill them. But then I thought he wouldn’t want me to become a murderer...”

He presses his forehead against the back of your head for a moment. “I know how you feel, y/n.”

You finally turn to meet his gaze. 

“I lost my son. I know what this anger feels like. Two years ago all I was thinking about on the Purge night was revenge. I was determined, almost obsessed.”

“Did… you do it?”

“No. I was close to it. Very close. But… One wise person made me realize that it wouldn’t help. Violence only brings more violence.”

“It has to be stopped,” you whisper.

“Yes,” he nods. “That’s why I left the police. Cops have to stay away from the Purge. I couldn’t any more. At least now I know I'm doing the right thing.”

“Right… Just… I’m just scared of losing you too,” you say very quietly, but he hears you anyway. His strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer, enclosing into his warmth. Making you feel safe.

“Hey, hey...” He whispers into your hair as he nuzzles into the top of your head. “It’s not gonna happen, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

  *

You have no doubt your colleagues noticed who drove you to work this morning. But today no one is in the mood for comments, not even Stella. Even though the work goes on as usual, there’s still this tension in the air before the Purge night. 

Through the window you can see a bunch of guys gathered around the car with an open trunk full of baseball bats and other stuff you can’t discern. The owner proudly shows off his stuff, other guys laugh, they look pretty chill and relaxed, and your stomach nearly twists at the sight. 

  *

All night you could barely sleep a wink. A knock on the door drags you out of troubled slumber. At first you’re not even sure if you really heard it or it was in your dream. But the sounds repeat and you jump off the bed and without even caring to slip something over the huge t-shirt you sleep in. Barefoot, you rush to the door, open it with shaky hands.

He looks so exhausted it seems like he can barely stand. The collar of his shirt that used to be white is now stained with blood. And yet… He’s smiling.

“Leo!..” you gasp, stepping towards him and bringing your hand to his stubbly cheek. “Oh my god, are you… Everything okay?..”

“I’m great,” he breathes out huskily, and his smile slowly turns into a wide grin. “We did it, baby.”

You don’t even try to hold back tears as you fall into his arms, bury your face into his chest. He smells a bit like sweat and blood, but you absolutely don’t care. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you mumble into his ruined shirt. “I’m here,” he whispers back, stroking your hair. Then you realize the two of you are still standing at the porch.

“Alright,” you say, drawing back a little. “Let’s get you in, you need some rest… And you’re probably hungry too… And you definitely need a shower…”

“Wait, y/n. Let’s just… Stay here for a bit? I think we both need to catch a breath,” he chuckles crookedly, reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. You smile back.

“Okay.”

  Sitting on the porch with your head on Leo’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around your frame, you watch the sky becoming lighter and lighter as the dawn breaks. You can hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. The city’s slowly getting back to life, waking up after another nightmare. 

You both know it’s not the end, the war isn’t won yet, but at least you won this very important battle. And for the first time in what seems like ages you have a good feeling about the future.

*

Thanks for reading! 

Hugs, Lucy

[flappingdragon200]

Yami x Rude!Reader

Warning: Smut and a bit of bdsm up ahead.

(might contain some mistakes)

There you were, walking down the ally ways of the clover kingdom. You looked at anybody coldly if they would even take a glimpse of you. And that's where your nick name comes into motion.

(Y/N) (L/N), The Cold Hearted Beast.

Its even said that you scare the Silver Eagles Captain, named Nozel Silva, and he's not easy to scare at all, in fact he was fearless until he met you. (Damn! teach him a god damn lesson! he needs it ASAP.)

But then lost in your thoughts of how you could tear up your enemies you ran into a wall. It was very robust like.

'What the hell?! what kind of wall is this?'

But then when you opened your eyes you meet a certain captain.

Yami Sukehiro, Captain Of The Black Bulls.

"Hey! Watch were your going! You ape!" You shouted.

"Watch where I'm going? You were the one who ran into me you little runt." The captain released a dark mana sending a vast amount of pressure all around the area you were at.

"If your trying to scare me it's not working very well. Your going to need to try harder." I glared at him and he stopped.

"Alright kid your coming with me. You need to be taught a few things." Then in a flash you were grabbed and put on the captains shoulder.

"H-Hey! Put me down now! You brute!!! PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!!" You wiggled, kicked and did everything in your power to get out of his grasp but you couldn't. He was to much brute for your small slender body to handle.

<<<<<At The Black Bulls Hidout>>>>>

After 30 minutes of flying you finally land. Then he puts you down and you have a jolt of excitement but it soon faded when he grabbed your super arm and pulled you to a large weird base thing.

This must be their base. But what am I doing here? I'm not even in a squad yet. You thought as the ape kicked down the entrance door.

"Alright you little runts. FRONT AND CENTER." As the ape yelled all the members of the black bulls lined up side by side in front of the ape.

" Yes Yami Sir! " They all said saluting.

"I want you to meet your new member of this squad." He said as a robe came down on your shoulders and you were wide eyed. You couldn't believe that just that one encounter from Yami Sukehiro is all it took to become a magic knight?!

"Her name is (Y/N). Treat her with respect!" And soon enough all the members of the black bulls lined up to meet you. your Facial expression didn't show how happy you were but down in the inside you were so happy you could punch the captain in the face. and unconsciously you did.

'F*ck. What did I just do?!' You held you hand close to your chest because of the pain you felt when you punched him in the face. By Accident.

"Alright you need to be taught a little bit more. You rat." He then grabbed your arm and pulled you upstairs down 4 hallways an into a large dirty was room. "Lets just say your going to have a fun time." He then slammed the door behind him and locked it. "You better be prepared."

And soon enough you were pinned against the wall. One of his hands pinning your wrists above your head and the other was reaching for your breast. His face came close to yours, you could feel his cold breath against your face. A blush lingered across your face.

"W-What are you doing y-you Fucking ape?! S-Stop!" But before you could say anything else. His lips slammed into yours and God, you melted under his touch, the kiss was making it worse. You were started to loose your balance and he noticed. so he stuck his right knee between your legs. At that point you thought you were going to loose your Consciousness just from his touch.

You parted the melting kiss in need for air, "may I have the pleasure to strip you down and fuck you?" He asked nicely but it's not like you could hear anything. The only thing you could hear was your heart beat and your own thoughts. Though you could read lips a little bit and so you nodded.

And then in a flash you were on top of his lap and he started to take your clothes off. You started to get heated when he was taking your bra off. And after some struggle he succeeded in taking off your bra.

But there was no time to rest. He attacked your buds aggressively. Sucking on one and playing with the other one with his fingers a bit too rough. You moaned very loudly and as time went by you were getting wetter. In fact you were soaked.

Each and every moan that escaped your mouth his erection got closer.

He stopped taking off his clothes from the discomfort of his friend. And with so he took yours off as well in one Swift movement.

"This set for me? You shouldn't have." and soon enough you were on your back your legs apart and a very wet pussy.

He shoved two fingers in pumping them in and out. You moan continuously over and over. Soon he added 3, then four and soon his entire hand. You stretched out very nicely. You were now ready for him.

The sounds of the juices flowing through his ears as he thrusts in and out faster than the speed of sound. He pounds into like a beast. And in a few seconds you had your first ever orgasm. You were practically screaming out His name. And oh boy did it ever drive him crazy.

And soon he stopped turned you over so that you were now on both of your knees. As you were catching your breath he then slams into you again. But his thrusts were a bit slower.

"God... Your so tight (Y/N)..." He said as he threw his head back at the pleasure he was feeling. God this was the best night of your LIFE.

It looks like the door little princess as fallen from her bitter coldness.

" H-Harder daddy!!! " And soon as you said that his pounding beast like thrusts begin again. This time a bit more faster.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH~~!" That right there was the sound of the moaning of you having another orgasm.

"Twice already? Let's go for three." And soon you were on his lap again. He slapped your as. VERY hard.

"Now bounce." He said.

You began bouncing and once you went up you came crashing down. If felt nice on his balls. He then slapped your ass again.

"Faster." He demanded.

And you began bouncing up and down even faster. You came again and again. At this point you were exhausted. But you stopped Immediately as soon as you felt his seed fill you up.

'S-so warm...'

"Ahh~" you heard him moan the first time out of everything you just did. "No no no... I'm not done yet. " You got lifted up and you got placed on the on your knees. You knew what was happening.

You opened up your mouth. "Now now. Just wait a minute." He went to the other side of the room and grabbed a blindfold and a belt. He tied your hands behind your back and blindfolded your eyes. Well let's admit it. You were scared a bit.

You heard him walk in front of you. And you stuck your tongue. He slapped his dick on it a few times to let you know he was going in. And little did you know he was going to deep throat you. He thrusted in and out while you sucked harder and harder.

"Fuck yeah..." He grunted.

And before you knew it he came right down your throat. He pulled out and got some on your face too.

"Now tell me. Did you like that?" You nodded . "Then get ready cause your going to have a restless night."

You blink twice under the blindfold taking in what he just said.

You smile. Full of lust and desire.

"Great... Now you can know what I have in store for you then... Hehe........"

And with that you fought for Dominance the entire night and oh boy, the rest of the black bulls couldn't sleep. Poor Asta...

END

[aurorashka]

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This is an explicit content. If you don't like such content, please don't read it as I've already warned beforehand and I'm not sexualizing the idols as this is only fictional. So, please do keep that in mind and proceed to read if you're interested, thank you.

//TW//: Mention of poly relationship and threesome

Having two male roommates made me feel uncomfortable in the beginning but after looking at how handsome, funny, caring and not to forget HOT! my roommates were made me feel like the luckiest person.

During the first week, seeing them hanging out together made me feel lonely. Maybe they realized my loneliness, so one day, one of them, the cute looking one, approached me and introduced himself as Felix and pointed at the sexy looking one and addressed him as Hyunjin. I felt happy and welcomed by them. Slowly, our relationship grew, from studying together, going out together, cooking together and it grew more, holding hands with each other, cuddling with each other, kissing each other and it grew even more to having s*x with each other.

That happened out of the blue when we were playing truth or dare with each other in the living room after getting close with each other. I chose truth and Felix asked me if I had a crush on them and I said yes. I mean who wouldn't fall in love with these two devils who had an angel-like personalities. Then, the upcoming rounds they both choose truth and I asked them back the same question to which they confessed they both have a crush on me as well. After they both confessed, only silence were filling inside the room. "Are we really going to keep being silent and not celebrate our first day as couples?" Hyunjin asked breaking the silence. I lifted my head up and looked at Felix who was opposite of me. "Do you think this will work? Three of us in one relationship?" Felix asked Hyunjin. Hyunjin smirked at Felix and then looked at me before turning back to Felix and answered, "We can make it work if the three of us are willing to be together."

Hyunjin looked at me for an answer and I nodded my head with a smile. After the smile, the atmosphere changed. Hyunjin's eyes started to get filled up with lust. He moved closer to me and pulled me by my waist. He placed me on his lap and looked into my eyes. "Let's celebrate." He whispered before smashing his lips on mine. Both of our lips were moving in sync with the same amount of passion. Felix watched me and Hyunjin making out and bit his lips due to how hot the scene was infront of his eyes.

Felix moved to get behind my back as I was sitting on Hyunjin's lap making out with him. Once I felt Felix behind my back, I pulled back from the kiss with Hyunjin to turn behind and make out with Felix. Felix's kiss felt different. His kiss was rougher than Hyunjin's and he used his tongue a lot too. Felix's kiss was making me more wet. Hyunjin then put his hand inside my pants and started rubbing my cl*t, causing me to moan into the kiss with Felix. Felix pulled back from the kiss and gripped my chin. "That sounded so sexy, baby." He growled before slamming his lip back to mine and that encouraged Hyunjin to play with my cl*t even more causing a squelching sound due to how wet was I. "Felix, I can't control myself anymore. Can we just start already?" Hyunjin pleaded to Felix and his tone showed how needy was Hyunjin. Felix pulled from the kiss and smirked at Hyunjin. "Let's celebrate then." Felix spoke in his deep voice.

Hyunjin carried me bridal style to bring me to the bedroom. He placed me on his bed and started striping infront of me giving me a strip show. I bit my lips while looking at him and Felix who then entered into the room spoke, "Enough checking him out, baby. Show us what you got." I got up from the bed to remove my clothes but they both realized how hesitant my moves were. "You don't need to feel shy or insecure infront of us, love." Hyunjin told me sweetly to which Felix nodded his head to. Then, they both took charge in stripping me. They both were so lovely, leaving kisses and throwing compliments at me while stripping me down bare. "Damn, baby. You're so beautiful." Hyunjin spoke while tracing my stomach. "I agree. So sexy." Felix spoke while tracing wet kisses from my back to my neck.

Them body worshipping me was more than enough to make me surrender myself to them. "Guys, can we please just skip the foreplay and f*ck each other." I spoke to them softly. "Sure, love." Felix said and started removing his clothes. However, Hyunjin used his pointer finger and hit my lips softly. "We're not f*cking each other. We're making love to celebrate." He said causing me to blush. "I'm ready, guys." Felix spoke. Hyunjin then got on to the bed and asked me to move on top of him. "(Y/N), can you take both of us at the same time?" Felix asked me and I nodded my head since this wasn't my first time having s*x but it's my first time doing a thre*some. Felix placed a kiss on my cheek and asked me to ride Hyunjin. "What about you?" I asked Felix. "I'll do it from the back." He spoke. "Please be gentle, okay. I've never done a*al." I told Felix and he kissed me on my lips and assured me he will be gentle.

I took Hyunjin's member and placed it infront my entrance. I looked at him for his permission to put it inside of me and he nodded his head. I sank on his member which caused both of us moaned in unison. I moaned at how good his member was stretching me. "Damn-ah. Baby, you're so tight and warm ah." Hyunjin moaned. Then, he held me by my neck and brought me to his lips without moving inside of me to get me adjust to his size. As Hyunjin was distracting me with his lips, Felix pushed my back a little down causing me to lie on Hyunjin. Felix then slowly entered into my back hole. It was slightly painful which made me pull back from Hyunjin's kiss and let out a cry. Hyunjin then pulled me back by my neck with his one hand to make out with me and placed his another hand on my waist, drawing circles to distract me from the pain. "I'm sorry, love. After a while, the pain will turn into pleasure. I promise." Felix said and placed a kiss on my lower back.

After sometime, I asked both of them to move and they did. I moaned at how good they both filled me up and how amazing they made me feel. They both know how to control their moves perfectly which was driving me crazy. When Hyunjin's thrust his hips forward, Felix's hip thrust back and vice versa. Those moves were so addicting. "B-Baby, ah. Can I go faster?" Hyunjin grunted to which I let him. Hyunjin's hips started snapping fast causing his balls to hit on my womanhood which made me moan louder. That moves was also affecting Felix, which made him snap his hips faster and deeper. Both of them really know how to control my body. "Ah, shi- guys I'm going to c*m." Hyunjin moaned. "Me t-too." Felix growled in his deep voice. behind my ears which caused me to shiver. They both wanted to make me c*m with them.

So, Hyunjin started playing with my n*pples which caused me to shiver and moan louder than before. Felix on the other hand, placed his hand on my cl*t and started rubbing them fast. "Oh, my- baby. You're getting so tight. F*ck." Hyunjin growled and they both knew I'm getting closer and their moves got faster and the sound of our skin slapping and squelching started getting louder along with our moans. "F-f*ck!" I screamed and my eyes rolled back causing me to release my org*sm. Felix moaned out my name followed by Hyunjin and they both pulled out of me and c*mmed. Hyunjin c*mmed on my thighs and Felix released on my a*s.

Felix back hugged me to hold me because of how much I was shaking due to the intense org*sm. Hyunjin then took his c*m from my thigh using his finger and placed it infront of my lips to make me taste him and I did. I s*cked on his finger which made him whimper. "Damn, that's hot." Felix spoke before pulling me by my jaw to kiss me. "Looks like we need a round 2 to continue with our celebration." Hyunjin said before rubbing my thighs. I pulled back from Felix's lips and looked at both of them. "Let's celebrate." I said with a smirk to which they both smirked back in return. And that's how it started.

[rina-writes]

Sharing

Summary:  Grayson sees Ethan’s girlfriend, Y/N, out with another man, but when he tells Ethan, he learns that his twin’s relationship isn’t what meets the eye.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, a little angsty

“Ay yo, E!” Grayson yelled from the kitchen.  He glanced at Ryan who looked at him helplessly.  “Maybe you should go.” Grayson said in a softer voice to Ryan.  “I think I want to tell him alone.”

“Yeah,” Ryan nodded sadly.  “Yeah that makes sense.  Let me know, okay?”

He claps Grayson on the back before going out the side door.  Grayson took a deep breath as he held the edge of the kitchen table so tightly that his knuckles turned white.  He heard Ethan coming and he took a sharp breath.  God, he needed his inhaler. This was the hardest thing he was going to have to do in awhile and he felt his throat closing up as a response.

“You alright, Gray?” Ethan asked, running over to his brother.  “Do you need your inhaler? You’re wheezing.”

Grayson nodded and Ethan ran to their (currently shared) room to retrieve his twin’s inhaler.  He handed it to Grayson and watched as the life seemed to flow through him again. 

“For a second, you were so pale we actually looked like twins again.” Ethan joked.

“God,” Grayson shook his head sputtering a laugh.  “Now, all I need is playing Fortnite for 12 hours straight every day in order to be as pasty as Casper over here.”

Grayson smirked and Ethan returned it.

“So,” Ethan jumped up on one of the chairs by the counter.  “What’s up?”

“Yeah...” Grayson’s voice trailed off for a moment.  His chest was contracting again and he clutched his inhaler.  This time, he knew it wasn’t asthma, it was fear.  He had seen Ethan hurt before and he didn’t want to see it again.  While Grayson knew it wasn’t his fault, he still felt guilty for causing his brother pain.

“Bro...” Ethan met Grayson’s matching hazel eyes with his own.  “You’re scaring me, what’s up?”

“I saw Y/N today...” Grayson said, his heart clenching when a smile immediately tugged at Ethan’s lips at the sound of your name.

“Yeah?” Ethan smirked.  “She didn’t leave here too long ago. Surprised you didn’t ask why I am up so early.”

“Ethan, it’s 11am.” Grayson glared.  “That’s not early.”

“Early for me.” Ethan winked.  “Well if that’s all, I’m going to make some breakfast...”

Ethan hopped off the stool and walked toward the cupboard to pull out a cutting board.

“She was with a guy, Ethan.” Grayson said, making Ethan freeze.  Ethan didn’t turn around and Grayson sighed as he continued speaking. His hands outstretched as he gestured while he spoke. “They were holding hands and kissing and stuff.  I’m pretty sure they’re together.  Ryan was with me and I’m sure it was her.”

“Xander?” Ethan said, his voice cracking a bit.  He cleared his throat and went back to preparing his avocado toast.  He was in the process of pulling out a knife to cut the avocado.

“What?” Grayson asked, coming around the kitchen table to stand closer to Ethan. 

“Was it Xander?” Ethan asked, his voice returning to it’s normal, casual pitch.

“How would I know?” Grayson asked.  “I didn’t go up and interview the guy.”

“Tall, slim guy with dark hair and hipster glasses?” Ethan asked, gesturing on his body as he described Xander’s features.  “Looks like he should be the keyboardist of a boy band?”

“Yeah, kinda...I guess?” Grayson shook his head.  “Wait you know this guy?”

“Uh huh...” Ethan said, trying to make it sound like a normal experience.  “I mean it sounds like it was a date so it had to be him.  She only goes out with him.  That’s Y/N’s husband after all.

Grayson took two pumps of his inhaler as he gripped the counter for balance.  “Her WHAT?” Grayson yelled.

“Inside voice, Gray.” Ethan admonished his brother as he scooped out the avocado.

Grayson wasn’t sure to be angry or depressed at how Ethan continued to make his breakfast as if this was a completely normal conversation.

“You’re the other man?” Grayson asked.

“Eh, not exactly.” Ethan danced his head from side to side. “Xander and I know of each other’s existence.  They are kinda in an open relationship.”

“Kinda?” Grayson asked. “Isn’t that usually pretty explicit?”

“Well, Xander isn’t interested in dating anyone.  You see, they were high school sweethearts.” Ethan explained. “They were each other’s first.  They waited for marriage and everything.  Turns out, Xander wasn’t a huge fan of sex, but Y/N was.  At first, it was fine.  They didn’t want kids and Y/N bought a bunch of toys and whatnot to play with herself. After long discussions about their needs, Xander told her that she should find a sexual partner who would do all the sexual stuff that he wasn’t into. Y/N felt guilty about it so she promised to only keep it about sex.”

“And how do you get involved?” Grayson asked.  “You met her like three months ago.”

“Yeah, well once I broke up with---”

“The one who shall not be named.” Grayson chimed in.

“Right,” Ethan smiled softly.  “I was at a low point.  I didn’t want to do the relationship thing for awhile, so I decided the hook up thing would be good.  However, Tinder was too risky. Setting up an account is easy.  We can use our real pics and everyone thinks you’re fake.  But, once they show up and they realize it’s you, it’s all over. So, I chose a site made for people who want to lay low and keep it casual.”

“Basically a cheating husband site.” Grayson nodded.  “So, you’re the f-ck boy now.”

“My story...no more cut ins.” Ethan reminded Grayson to which Grayson put both his hands up in defense.  “So, anyway, I saw Y/N’s story on the site.  She was so innocent looking.  She was wearing a little lavender baby doll and she looked nervous as she tried to look sexy.  You could see Xander’s freaking shadow in the picture.  She was a little older than us and I dunno, it just felt right.  So, I invited her over. It was easy. She didn’t even recognize me from YouTube. We just have sex appointments.”

Grayson narrowed his eyes. “Ethan...I’m your brother.  Your twin brother...”  

“You are...” Ethan confirmed, sarcastically.

“I know that it’s not just about sex.” Grayson shook his head.  “She doesn’t know because she’s only slept with two people in her life.  She doesn’t know that making someone breakfast in bed...” 

Grayson gestured at the dirty plates in the sink, “...sending them flowers and expensive lingerie on the SHARED account with your twin, and lighting up when you hear their name, isn’t a sex thing.  What Y/N doesn’t know is that two people she’s had sex with in her life, are both in love with her.”

For the first time since the conversation started, Ethan’s process of making toast halted.  

“I don’t love her.” Ethan said, his voice deep and dark.  “I can’t love her.”

“Those are different things, E.” Grayson said, his voice getting soft.  He reached over to touch Ethan, but Ethan shoved him away.

“I promised Xander. I promised Y/N.” Ethan’s voice cracked.  “I wouldn’t make things complicated for them.”

“You’re human, E.” Grayson said, reaching out to hug his brother, this time his hug accepted.  “Despite what people say, it’s hard to be balls deep in someone and not care about them.”

“She such a good f-ck too, Gray.” Ethan groaned into his brother’s shoulder. “She learns so quickly and is eager to please.  She’s also sensitive as hell and...”

“No more details, thanks.” Grayson said, breaking the hug with an eye roll.

Ethan pulled away to reveal misty eyes.  “It’s only been three months. I think...I think I can forget this crush.”

“Not with your sex appointments!” Grayson argued, making air quotes around “sex appointments”.  “You have to get out now before you’re in too deep.”

Ethan scoffed. “I think it’s too late for that. It’s fine I can share.”

“Once again! I’m you’re twin brother, I know you can’t share.” Grayson rolled his eyes at Ethan.

“Yes, I can!” Ethan argued. “You’re literally bigger than me because I share too much.  Can’t I get the bigger share for once in my life and mess around with a beautiful girl with no strings attached?”

A silence enveloped them as Grayson met Ethan’s eyes intensely.

“Do you really think that’s the bigger share?” Grayson asked.

“No,” Ethan shook his head, taking his toast out of the toaster and smearing avocado on it. “But, that’s what I’ve always told myself. Why should anything change now?”

What could Grayson say to that? Nothing, so they sat there in silence while Ethan made his avocado toast and Grayson made a protein shake.  The silence was eventually filled with nonsense conversation, anything to pretend that their conversation never happened.

“I just want you to be happy, E.” Grayson said, suddenly referring to their previous conversation. 

“Me too.” Ethan smiled, trying to stop the tears from falling.

That’s what you said to him this morning before you left and he whispered I love you as you walked through the door.

[iselsis]

Unholy Matrimony 2

Jack had left early in the morning two days later for his meeting with Mr. Wayne, and Tim had been waiting in the grand foyer almost without a break ever since.

He knew, like, intellectually, the Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because, duh, Batman, but he was having a hard time convincing his body of that. His heart pounded wildly, his hands were clammy and gross, and his stomach roiled, both with heat pain and at the thick scent of distress and pheromones in the room. Janet had tried to order him to his room, but he kept sneaking back, and eventually, she just gave up and opened windows.

In the end, he decided that he was less worried about what would happen if Mr. Wayne bought him, and more worried about what would happen when he didn’t. His parents were going to be furious, and while he kind of hoped that they’d just spend a lot of time thinking about what to do next, go on another trip, and forget, like they usually did with commitments they made to him, he didn’t think that that was going to happen this time.

After a few hours, Janet wordlessly stepped into the room. Neither of his parents had spoken to him since the first morning except to snap order and make absolutely sure how much of a disappointment he was. Instead of acknowledging him or snapping at him to stop making her house smell like a crime scene, she leaned against the banister to watch the front door with him. He supposed that meant that his dad would be back soon, and his gut wrenched again. He wasn’t sure if that would be good or bad, but at least it would mean an end to the waiting.

It was only a few more minute before they heard the Drake’s rental (they were never in town long enough to need their own car) roar up the front drive with a worrying speed. His dad was either really excited, or really mad. Tim was leaning towards mad, given the whole “trying to sell my kid to the unholy terror of the night” thing, but that wasn’t assured, he realized. He might have drastically mistyped Batman, and the real Bruce Wayne was more of a “do as I say and not as I do” type person, or maybe he didn’t really mind child brides. Like, he’d stop a grab & go rape, but if they were, like, married, then maybe he wouldn’t really mind.

The door flew open and Jack stormed into the foyer, his whole body and scent screaming rage.

Tim breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He wasn’t getting married, then.

Janet frowned in confusion. “He refused.”

“Refused? Refusing is one thing, but that bastard,” Jack snarled, hurling his briefcase at the floor, where it landed on its spine with a resounding crack and an eruption of papers. “That absolute bastard had the nerve to lecture me about how we should ‘respect and treasure our son’ and ‘cherish the time we have with him.’”

Oh, that was… That was beautiful. Poetic. The small part of him that had been worried about Mr. Wayne actually wanting him that way curled up and died of laughter. The thought of his parents actually following through on Mr. Wayne’s suggestion and respecting him and cherishing their time with him, though, was just too much.

Jack turned and shot a glare at Tim, like it was his fault that Mr. Wayne didn’t want to buy him, and Tim struggled to keep his grin in check.

He must not have been able to keep his amusement from his scent, because his father’s expression darkened, and he stalked toward Tim.

“You think that this is funny, bitch?” Jack snatched Tim’s collar before Tim could make a run for it and shook him harshly.

Tim stumbled, throwing his head back in submission to bare his throat. Jack growled and slapped Tim hard across the face with enough force to send him crashing to the ground.

His head hit the tile hard, making his vision swim with disjointed shapes and blurred edges. He tried to get up, but his father’s shoe slammed into his ribs and he was down again with a cry of pain. The next kick landed in his stomach, then another to his ribs, then his mother’s voice was saying something quietly that Tim couldn’t hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“He deserves it, pompous little omega brat!” Jack snapped venomously.

Tim chanced a glance up, but found only a furious glare from his father and a cool, calculating stare from his mother.

“True.” She lifted her chin so that she was looking down her nose at Tim even more than she had been before. “But we won’t get as good a price for him if he’s broken and ugly. His only asset is his pretty face, dear. Luthor or Queen might be interested if he looks decent.”

A small, ridiculous part of Tim was thrilled, because calling him pretty was the nicest thing his mom had said about him in years. A larger part of Tim cringed at the idea of having to marry Lex Luthor or Oliver Queen. Mr. Wayne was Batman, which meant that of course he would never agree to marry a kid. Tim was sure that the drunken playboy role was just an act.

Lex Luthor, from what he had overheard from his parents, was arrogant, cruel, manipulative, and completely amoral, and that was just with his business partners. Tim was sure that he wouldn’t object to being given a child bride, and Tim also knew that his parents had wanted a deal with Luthor almost as badly as they wanted a deal with Wayne.

Oliver Queen, he knew less about. He did know that he was the CEO of Queen Industries. His parents didn’t think much of him. He was apparently what Bruce Wayne pretended to be: a drunk playboy with too much money and low moral character. He was a useful idiot, though, and they might try to get the better of him with a stilted business deal and a young omega. For all those faults, though, Tim was pretty sure that he wasn’t a criminal.

Jack growled and kicked Tim once more before storming out of the room.

Janet’s lips curled into a frown of distaste. She didn’t have to say anything to communicate just how disappointed she was. After a few moments, she calmly followed her husband out of the room.

Tim tried to get up, but it hurt too much to move. He lay there, curled up in a fetal position on the tile floor, where at least the icy tiles numbed the pain of his bruises and heat, for a long time.

Finally, Tim dragged himself up off the floor, and up two flights of stairs to his bedroom. If he even had his own house, he was going to get a ground floor bedroom, like a sensible person. Or maybe he’d just take suppressants for the heat, and stay away from angry alphas.

Tim slipped into his room and shut the door behind him louder than he would have normally dared with his parents home, but he was hurt, and they were already mad, so he didn’t think it mattered if he slammed the door.

Tim wanted to just curl up into a ball and fall asleep for the next five years, but he had research to do first.

He dragged his laptop out from under his bed, where he’d hidden it in case his dad took it like he’d taken Tim’s phone. Jack had said that Tim didn’t need it anymore, but Tim had a feeling that it was really more out of a fear that Tim would go on social media and paint his parents and their company in a bad light in an attempt to get out of a marriage.

Tim was smart, though, or at the very least, smarter than that.

Options were limited for omegas. He could live on the streets, but he doubted he’d survive long without a pack. Jason Todd had done it, but Jason Todd was an alpha and he was strong enough that Batman had impulse-adopted him to be his Robin. If Tim wanted a prayer of survival, he’d probably have to find a pimp or an alpha. He didn’t want to, but if his other option was Luthor… He’d have to see.

Foster care, especially in Gotham, was basically just the prostitute option. He’d have a guaranteed roof, and probably food, but he wouldn’t get to keep his money and his parents would probably be able to get him back. Gotham’s omega group homes were also hotbeds for abuse without pay.

Tim’s main problem was that what his parents were doing wasn’t technically illegal. Even though omegas weren’t legally considered property anymore, they were second class citizens. If their parents wanted, they could marry them off to any alpha they wanted. Most didn’t anymore, but most also weren’t negotiating multimillion-dollar business deals. His new husband would be his guardian until he was eighteen, and he couldn’t even be divorced until then.

At the very least, Tim was the only one in the marriage who could request a divorce. Something about the alpha assuming responsibility since the omega had little real-world experience before the marriage. If he wanted, once he was eighteen, he could just be really really annoying until whatever alpha married him agreed to give him a severance check and alimony.

That plan probably wouldn’t work. There weren’t any rules about beating your omega for being a brat, or marital rape.

He needed to make a plan, and for that, he needed information.

A search on Lex Luthor turned up relatively innocuous results, until Tim started trying to get around any doctoring of the algorithm by adding keywords like crime and conspiracy. Most people turned their noses up as soon as the word conspiracy was uttered, but Tim had figured out that the richest man in Gotham ran around town dressed as a bat and beating people up with his underage accomplice all because of an acrobatic move. Small clues were important, and rich people are weird.

It turned out that the internet suspected Lex Luthor of a lot. Illegal weapons deals, links to supervillains, human testing, abuse, rape, murder. There wasn’t much that he wasn’t suspected of. Several of his more vocal accusers had turned up “suicided” as some had termed it. There was one, a CK, whose allegations of Luthor’s crimes was so extensive that Tim wasn’t sure if it could actually be true that one man had committed so many crimes.

Luthor was a hard no. Tim would rather chance the streets. Tim would rather die. Heck, if he wanted to die, marrying Luthor would probably take care of that pretty quickly.

Oliver Queen was a different story. Tim couldn’t find many accusations against him of anything, and the accusations he did find were mostly just being a drunkard and a whore. He didn’t seem so bad, or so smart. He seemed like he’d be nice enough, and Tim might even be able to manipulate Mr. Queen into letting him go to school. He’d probably be safer than the streets even if he couldn’t, and if he wasn’t, then at least the streets of Star City weren’t nearly as dangerous as the streets of Gotham.

It struck him while he was looking at a photo of Mr. Queen at a charity gala for polio or rickets or something. Mr. Queen’s beard seemed…familiar.

There was no way.

Tim quickly split the screen and pulled up every picture the public had of Star City’s Green Arrow on one side, comparing it to the picture of Oliver Queen from the newspaper.

How.

Had.

No one.

Noticed?

The facial hair was the exact same, the build, the hair color. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to wear a mask over his mouth and nose than over his eyes? It would take away the risk of the domino slipping over his eyes and actually cover extremely identifiable marks.

His heart sank. Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because he was a hero. Mr. Queen was a hero too.

He was being sold to Luthor.

[bladeyourworstnightmare]

Scene 11

Smokey’s Pizzeria

Star/Sunday/Rocky: (walk in)

Star: Hello, everyone! I’ve got some great news!

Toy Cutie: (in human form. excited) Ooh! What is it?

Star: I’m pregnant!

Toy Cutie: That’s awesome! Congrats!

Toy Smokey: (in human form) That’s great! Congratulations, you two!

Toy Bengal: (in human form) Great. There’s gonna be another annoying a**hole here.

Oreo: (in human form) Shut up, TB. (to Star and Sunday) Congratulations.

Cuddles: (in human form. He is sitting at a table close to his box) Toutes nos felicitations. That means congratulations.

Sunday: Thanks, guys.

Rocky: Momma, what does pregnant mean?

Star: It means I’m going to have a baby.

Rocky: Oh. Where’s the baby?

Star: (pats her belly) In here.

Rocky: (gasps) You ate the baby?!

Star: Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I didn’t eat the baby.

Rocky: How did it get in there?

Star: Oh, um… (glances at Sunday)

Sunday: I...uh…. I put it in there myself.

Star: (facepalms)

Rocky: How?

Sunday: Uh, it’s hard to explain, son. I’ll have to tell you when you’re older.

Rocky: Oh, ok.

Star: I’m going to go tell, Smokey, Cutie, Bengal, and Sport.

Sunday: I’ll come with you.

Star/Sunday: (walk into the other showroom)

Smokey: (in human form. He is sitting in the middle of the stage) Hey, Star. Hey, Sunday.

Bengal: (in human form. Sitting at a table) Hey, guys.

Sport: (in human form. leaning against the wall beside the stage) Sup.

Cutie: (in human form. laying on the stage. Her head is in Smokey’s lap. She looks up and smiles) Hi!

Sunday: (smiling proudly) Hey, guys. Guess what?

Sport: What?

Star: (smiling excitedly) I took a pregnancy test yesterday and… I’m pregnant!

Cutie: (sits up in excitement) Really? That’s amazing! Congratulations, Star!

Smokey: That’s great news! Congratulations!

Sport: Congrats! Best news I’ve heard all day!

Bengal: Awesome!

Star: Thank you! (to Cutie) Cutie, we got you a test too.

Sunday: (gets it out of his pocket and gives it to Cutie)

Cutie: (takes it) Oh, thanks. How do I use it?

Star: You go to the bathroom and you tinkle on it.

Cutie: Oh, ok. (stands up) I’ll go do it right now.

Star: I’ll help you.

Cutie: Ok.

Star/Cutie: (go to the girls’ bathroom)

Smokey: I really do hope she’s going to have a baby. I really want to be a dad.

Sunday: Being a dad is great, especially now since I get to spend more time with Rocky.

Smokey: I just hope I’ll be a great dad.

Sport: Bro, I know you would be a great dad. You treat me like a child all the time.

Smokey: Only because you’re less mature than I am.

Sport: You sure about that?

Smokey: Yep. I’m not the one who goes around to different stores stealing sports balls just because they’re so cool.

Sport: Hey, I don’t do that as much as I used to.

Smokey: Well, you need to stop completely. You could get caught.

Sport: There you go again, treating me like I am a child.

Smokey: You are a child.

Sport: So are you!

Smokey: Not as much as you are.

Sport: Are too!

Smokey: Am not!

Sport: Are too!

Smokey: Am not!

(they hear a squeal coming from the girls’ bathroom)

Bengal: What the h*ll was that?

Star/Cutie: (run out with huge smiles on their faces)

Cutie: (runs over to Smokey excited) Smokey! Smokey! Smokey!

Smokey: (smiles back at her) What? What? What?

Cutie: Look! (shows him the positive pregnancy test) We’re having a baby!!!

Smokey: (excited) Yes! This is great! (hugs Cutie)

Sport: Now this is the best news I’ve heard all day. (hugs Smokey and Cutie)

Bengal: Congratulations, guys.

Star: Oh, I’m just so happy for you two! We’ll be having kids at the same time!

Cutie: (hugging Smokey) I know! It’s so exciting!

Toy Cutie: (walks in from the other showroom) Hey, guys. What the f*ck is going on in here? I heard squealing so it’s gotta be something good!

Cutie: (lets go of Smokey) I just found out that I’m pregnant!

Toy Cutie: (excited) Really?! Omg! That’s awesome!!! (runs over and hugs Cutie)

Cutie: (hugs her back) I know, right?

Toy Cutie: (lets go) I’ve got to tell everyone else! I’ll be right back! (runs into the other showroom)

(in the other showroom)

Toy Cutie: (excited) Guys, guess what!

Oreo: What?

Toy Cutie: Not only is Star pregnant, but Cutie is too!

Toy Bengal: Sh*t.

Oreo: Shut up, Toy Bengal.

Cuddles: That’s amazing! Now, I’ll have more kids to perform a magic show for!

Smokey/Cutie: (walk in)

Cutie: (excited) Hey, guys! Did Toy Cutie tell you the good news?

Toy Smokey: Yes, she did. Congratulations you two!

Smokey: Thank you. I’m so excited to be a dad!

Cutie: I’m excited too! I wonder what it’s going to be.

Smokey: Me too.

Oreo: I’m so happy for you guys!

Toy Bengal: I’m not.

Oreo: Shut up, Toy Bengal.

Toy Bengal: You shut up.

Oreo: No.

Toy Bengal: Then I won’t shut up.

Oreo: Whatever.

Toy Cutie: (to Cutie and Smokey) I can’t wait for you two to have your baby! It’ll be so exciting!

Rocky: Ooh! I hope they like to play fetch!

Star/Sunday: (walk in)

Star: We’re leaving now. Bye!

Sunday: See you guys later.

Rocky: Bye Momma! Bye Daddy!

Star: Bye Rocky. Have a nice day.(kisses his cheek)

Sunday: Bye, son. (hugs Rocky)

Toy Smokey: Bye guys. We’ll tell Ace and Max the good news!

Toy Cutie: Bia!!

Oreo: See y’all later.

Cuddles: Bye!

Star: (hugs Cutie and Smokey) Bye you two.

Smokey: (hugs back) Bye.

Cutie: (hugs back) Bye, Star.

Star: (lets go of them)

Star/Sunday: (leave)

This warms my heart ❤️

[specter-speeder]

here’s a bad but wholesome horror fic by yours truly (angst, fluff, and v lil gore)

In which Danny pulls some true Paranormal Activity sh*t on his family. Only kind of makes sense, but let me be amused by this concept, okay? Post-reveal. Do I even have to say no Phantom Planet?

“I am a ghost. Fear me.”

Danny started to feel it a few days after his parents had closed the portal. It was time for the ecto-filtrator to go - when Jack and Maddie had designed it, they hadn’t anticipated the size of the Ghost Zone and its post-human population. It saw more traffic than it could handle, thanks to Danny’s fatal slip-up. They’d been working on a new containment system for the ectoplasmic waste the portal produced with each ghost that breached it, but installation meant disabling the machine for an entire week.

Without his ghost fights, Danny had become restless quickly. That much he could manage. He knew what would come next, though, and he wouldn’t dare let on to his family. Since becoming a ghost, he’d only felt this starved a few times before. It was one of his inhuman qualities he hated the most. His ghost half was yearning for fear. It was making him ill. Gave him a reason to miss his class’s 3-day team-building retreat. He’d insisted to Sam and Tucker that he had things under control— he wanted to think he did. Now, Sam and Tucker were gone, and Danny was battling fevered sleep for most hours of the day. He’d never felt so drained.

Call it intuition; Jazz knew this wasn’t the flu. Danny didn’t used to insist on hiding it when he felt like crap. In fact, the Danny she grew up with wouldn’t stop whining about it whenever he was sick. This had to be a ghost thing. She wondered if her parents messing with the portal was somehow hurting him, but Danny wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t going to help her understand. She’d been dialing Sam and Tucker all day - straight to voicemail. She’d just poked her head into Danny’s room, only to find him awake in bed and glaring at her, when she felt her phone buzz. She tiptoed further down the hall and checked the caller ID: Sam Manson.

Next thing Danny knew, his mom, dad, and Jazz were creeping into his room, forcing sympathetic smiles. Sh*t, what now? Maddie placed her hand on his forehead, he swatted it away, eyes narrowed.

“How’re you feeling, sweetie?”

“The same. Why are—“

“You don’t have the flu.” Jazz interrupted. Danny clenched his jaw.

“Jazz, maybe we could talk about this privately?” he muttered.

Jack crossed his arms. “Don’t be mad at your sister. We’re worried, too.” Danny’s eyes met Jazz’s, questioning. She sighed.

“Sam told me everything.”

Danny scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned.

“I told her how bad you were, and she’s on my side. You need help.” He shook his head, glancing at his parents anxiously.

“Look, guys... you can’t help me. Just get the portal up and running and—“

“You need someone to be afraid.” Maddie stopped him, her voice clinical.

Danny stumbled over his words, trying to answer quickly. “If the portal’s working, the ghosts can—“

“Danny, it’s not close to being done.”

Jack nodded in agreement. “Your friend said it would work, so... we thought maybe, you could scare us.”

Danny’s ears rung. They shouldn’t have offered. Sam should have shut down Jazz’s stupid idea, for his sake. He didn’t want to say yes. He really, really didn’t want to say yes. He blinked.

“You mean... use my powers to...”

“We’ll know it’s only you, so... how bad can it be?”

Everything in him was urging him to take the offer, against his own wishes. He could already feel energy prickling on his spine, cooling him off. Relief.

“Are you sure?” He asked blankly. Maddie was too quick to answer.

“Of course.”

“Really sure?”

She nodded hesitantly. Jack didn’t look so convinced.

Danny took a deep breath, cold anticipation churning in his lungs. It was all he needed, and there was no going back now. With a loud electrical pop, his room was pitch black. He sunk underneath his bed and let himself transform, the typical bright flash weakened to a dull glow. All was quiet.

“Danny...?” Maddie ventured.

Phantom’s ghost form appeared in front of them in a flash, for a fraction of a second. Wide-eyed and mouth ajar, both glowing entirely green and oozing fog. Expressionless. Maddie jumped, and the Fentons were in the dark again.

The lights flickered on, but Danny’s room was different. His bed was stripped down to the mattress. All that remained on his shelves were his model rockets. His books, other trinkets, his trunk— everything was gone. Maddie felt her heart pounding in her chest, Jack was frozen, and Jazz’s eyes fluttered open cautiously.

“Where...?” Jack breathed, inching toward his wife.

Jack glanced toward the ceiling, but as soon as he saw it, it all fell. Danny’s books slammed to the floor. His trunk was the loudest, hitting the ground with a bang and toppling open, sending various balls and sports equipment bouncing with supernatural strength. Everything glowed a faint green. Before the objects settled, the Fentons were struck by Danny’s sheets and bedspread, flying toward them at what felt like 100 miles per hour. Jazz couldn’t help but scream.

The force had shoved them through Danny’s doorway. When they finally threw the bedding off, Danny’s door slammed shut in front of them, cracking the frame. Maddie eyed the railing just behind them. She’d been sure Danny wouldn’t hurt them, but another foot and they’d have been hurled over it. She wasn’t so convinced anymore. Could he blame her?

Jazz knew this was her idea, but she hated what she’d unleashed. She felt anger bubble at Sam. Was this supposed to be a punishment for caring about her brother? She thought they were beyond that. How often was Danny like this? Did his creepy girlfriend encourage it? She didn’t know much outside regretting she hadn’t tried harder for another solution.

“Away from the stairs. C’mon, away from the stairs!” Maddie urged, grabbing Jack and Jazz by their sleeves and cautiously tugging them down to the living room. She could’ve sworn they left the lights on, but everything was dim now save for the light of the setting sun drifting through the windows. The trio huddled close.

Static crackled as the television switched on. “—has residents questioning the whereabouts of the infamous Amity Park ghost, known by some as Phantom. Next, we’re live with—” The nightly news quickly cut to a vibrant green screen, accompanied by a reverberating, high-pitched ring. Jazz clasped her hands over her ears as it grew louder, piercing the air. It filled her with an unmistakable sense of dread, hopelessness.

“Mads…” Jack whispered, raising a shaking finger. They turned to face the windows. One by one, each vertical blind swayed slightly, an unseen force moving across them. It’s just Danny—she repeated the phrase over in her mind, grasping for a sense of calm. The movement stopped.

“Is it over?” Jack looked to Jazz. She shook her head unknowingly, eyes fixed on the window. She could see people outside. Neighbors who wouldn’t think a thing of ghost activity erupting from their home. Jack held his breath as Maddie caught hers. Her sense of calm was torn from her as soon as she’d found it.

The sound of snapping wood thundered from the blinds as they abruptly slammed shut, sending Jazz scrambling back. Jack caught her as she tripped over the carpet, hoisting her back onto her feet. The din from the television was deafening, its screen casting a green light on the entire room. Where Jazz had slipped lay a smudged pool of glowing ectoplasm, reflecting bright green. Maddie was the first to notice. Her head tilted upward slowly.

Danny hung upside-down, slack-jawed. Thick ectoplasm filled his mouth, dripping from his lips and empty eye sockets. His ribs jutted from his barely-opaque torso, a mangled mix of white and green disappearing into a ghostly tail. Gutted.

Jazz and Jack followed Maddie’s gaze, only catching a glimpse of the horrific form before it vanished completely. Maddie shrieked Danny’s name, a piercing combination of anger and terror.

“Sh*t!” Jack wrapped his arms around Maddie and reached for Jazz’s hand. The growing pool of ectoplasm on the floor bubbled and crept toward them, forcing them toward the kitchen. He shoved his family through the door and slammed it shut. It oozed through the frame.

The kitchen looked normal enough, but none of them dared move. The lights had been spared, and everything seemed to be in its place. After a few seconds of silence, every cabinet was thrown open at once, omitting a hideously loud slam. Maddie yelped and Jack grabbed her protectively, every hair on his neck standing up. Jazz leaned against the table, on the verge of tears.

With the last bang, it ended. Danny reappeared in the corner of the room. A quick white flash and he was his human self again, hands pressed against the walls to stabilize himself. He looked up at his wide-eyed family, panting. They looked scared of him. Of course they looked scared of him.

“What the f*ck, Danny!?” Jazz shrieked.

“Language!” Maddie chided.

Danny’s eyes flicked toward the cabinets, still ajar. He’d seen too many scary movies. He raised both hands defensively, shrinking against the wall.

“I won’t do it again. Promise.”

A beat of silence was broken by Jack’s deep, bellowing laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jazz hissed.

Jack shook his head. “Look at ‘im!” Danny furrowed his brow.

“This kid did all that? I mean, who knew you had it in ya?”

Danny shrugged uncomfortably, averting his eyes.

“I know you’re a ghost, but c’mon!” Jack chuckled, wiping his eye.

Maddie took a step forward. Then, another. She wrapped Danny in her arms and ruffled his hair. “You’re okay.”

Jazz relaxed, her shoulders dropping. She’d agreed to be scared. And sure enough, Danny had f*cking scared her. Less than a minute into the ordeal she’d forgotten why she suggested it in the first place. Now, in their mother’s arms, he looked so normal.

“Feel better?” she asked softly.

“Yeah…” Danny huffed regretfully, “I do.”

“Never again.” Jazz insisted, pointing a threatening finger. Danny shuddered and crossed his heart.

“Alright, alright. Leave him alone,” Jack intervened, cracking himself up. “Mads, you should’ve seen your face!” Maddie rolled her eyes and released Danny.

“Oh, you scared me, alright. I thought you were going for the china.”

“It’s a good thing I was there, eh Danny-boy?” Jack elbowed his ribs. Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly? I can’t back that up.”

“No, really? Did you see me flinch?” Danny stifled a smile.

Maddie chuckled. “Enough jokes, Jack.”

“Not once!” he bellowed. Maddie gave Danny a slap on the back.

“Okay, back upstairs.” He blinked incredulously.

“I’m not cleaning your room!”

“Tomorrow!” Danny insisted.

“Tomorrow.”

Jazz smiled. Yeah, they’d be alright.

Jack shook his head. “How’d we end up with a kid like you?” Danny grabbed a bag of chips from the open pantry, his appetite returning. He waved a hand dismissively as he disappeared into the living room.

“Same way you ended up with a portal to another dimension in the basement!”

[ssa25]

Maybe for you - Sasuhina Month 2020 Prompt - Cafune

(This is also the sequel of ‘Not for You’ - a Sasuhina story I had written some time back.)

Rating : T (for language)

There was a rumour going around.

That Uchiha Sasuke liked a Nursing Major student. Some said the student’s name was Hinata. Some speculated that it was the guy with the same name who was, coincidentally, also in the same department. That might better explain why he was always rejecting all kinds of propositions from the female population in the University.

But a few were quite sure that it was the new transferred girl who was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. These were a minority of the total University population who used the Main library in the same hours as Hinata.

-

There was something so calming about the total silence inside the humongous library that Hinata absolutely loved. It was an old building with wood panels and high ceilings, ornate wooden banisters that ran along the stairs leading to the upper floors. Interspersed between the tall shelves were massive tables that provided just enough privacy to concentrate without getting distracted by others, but not enough to encourage uncouth behaviour.

Looking at some of the tables, Hinata felt a stronger desire to work on her assignment to the best of her capability. Everyone had their heads down, and were focusing on their books. It just fueled her determination, which sometimes fell short when she was in her shared apartment with Tenten. She got easily distracted by the television, by the gossip, by the loud music and sometimes even by the presence of Ino - not so much Sakura, nowadays - who was always coaxing them to accompany her to frat and house parties.

Looking down at her wristwatch, she swore to herself that she would spend another hour there before leaving for home. Full of vigour, her mind was completely zeroed in on the textbook when there were few murmurs that erupted in the hall.

Shoot! Not again!!

She panicked and grabbed the big thick hardback book off from her side and opened it midway to make it balance upright on the table, before she slid down a little in her chair to hide behind the book.

She closed her eyes and prayed that her trick worked to avoid the person she was guessing had entered the holy halls of the library.

Few seconds later, crouched in her chair she got a familiar whiff of soap and she closed her eyes hoping that she wasn’t busted.

Something light bounced off her head and landed in front of her. It was a crumpled ball of paper. Curiously, she straightened the paper out and found a neat scribble-

‘Your book is upside down, Hinata.’

Absolutely flustered, she sat upright to see the inverted text of the thick book. She had been caught. Yet again.

Trying to appear cool, she closed the hardback and looked up at the smirking face of Uchiha Sasuke who was now sitting opposite to her.

“Is that one of your skills? Reading upturned books? I think I can come to appreciate it eventually…”, Sasuke commented casually.

“What are you doing here Sasuke?”, she asked flatly.

He shrugged and opened his bag to take out some of his own books. His damp hair meant that he had just got out of basketball practice. Which was exactly why she had not been expecting him today.

As if he had read her mind, he replied, “Practice wrapped up earlier than usual. So I wanted to come see you.”

He was absolutely unbothered by the attention the two of them were getting from everyone. Since the last party at Shikamaru’s, he had non verbally declared some kind of interest in her. Initially she thought his intentions were probably lewd because of their first meeting. But he had never tried anything inappropriate. Tenten and Ino constantly teased her about him, while Sakura was avoiding her. 

Now rumours were abound at their University. She tried to lay low most of the time, but it was impossible to completely stop the unwanted gossip. Most of the time she was trying to avoid crossing paths with him, which was somewhat possible only because they had different majors. Other times she just accepted his presence. She would never say it out loud to him, but it had even ended her short lived crush on his best friend Naruto.

He snapped his fingers in front of her to get her out of her reverie. “Finish what you are doing quickly. I’m taking you out for cinnamon rolls after this.”

-

It was the middle of October, and incoming low pressure from the west coast was causing some sort of heavy stormy weather. Basketball practice was cancelled, and Sasuke was making his way to the main annexe of the campus hub.

“Yo bastard, we are going over to Kiba’s for some pizza and Fortnite”, the deep scratchy voice of Naruto interrupted his stride. “You in?”

Sasuke turned to him and shook his head. “Count me out. Have fun.”

Without waiting for a response he continued on his way, but he heard the loud barking laugh of his friend as he commented, “You are so whipped, ya pussyass!!”

And Sasuke nonchalantly flipped him off.

-

This was new. Out of all the ways Hinata had tried to dissuade or fend him off, he had never come upon her sleeping with her head resting on her forearms on the table. He could only smirk before he bent down to her ear level.

He felt the stare of nearby occupants, but it did not bother him. He wasn’t breaking any rules.

Sticking close to her ears, he whispered, “ This is not going to work, Sleeping beauty.”

She did not flinch even a little.

He looked closely at her face and found her to be in deep sleep. Her breathing was slow and deep, and there was a tiny bit of drool on the side of her slightly parted lips. He reckoned that the all nighters she was pulling for her assessments had taken a toll on her.

Chucking lightly, he pulled out his camera and took a quick picture of her drooling face. It would work well as a collateral.

He sat down in the chair next to her and admired the carefree beauty of Hyuuga Hinata. Her hair was left open today and it fell back on her shoulders and back like strands of pure silk. 

An unusual thought occurred to him - Their kids would have beautiful dark tresses.

His instinct was to touch it. It wouldn’t be the first time they had made physical contact, so this should not be labelled as creepy. His left hand lifted to gently touch her head and softly ran down the length of her strands. As if in a trance, he repeated the motion a few times, before his fingers parted to dip through and comb down. It was oddly satisfying and sensual, all at the same time. Mental images of his fingers gripping her hair while kissing her passionately flashed through his mind. From there it turned quickly perverse, imagining other needs for gripping on to her thick soft hair. He had to abruptly take his hand away before his semi turned to a full.

Easy there. They had not even kissed each other. Yet.

He decided to wait for her a little longer before he woke her up. The rain was pelting down hard outside, he would not let her go home by herself. When he turned sideways, he found a young man standing in a slightly damp suit looking suspiciously at him. He looked a little familiar, especially his frowning gray eyes. But right as his brain connected the dots, the man asked him with a cold deep baritone.

“Who the f*ck are you?”

[smokeybrand]

Watch the Throne

Singular Point has finally revealed it’s version of the Big G and, i must say, it is pretty f*cking amazing. I knew it was going to be dope from the leaked concept art but in action? Holy sh*t! It can give Shin a run for it’s money! The reveal got me thinking about all of the Goji over the years so i wanted to kind of explore that. I wanted to revisit some of my favorite, and not so favorite, Goji designs. Also, this blog needs more Godzilla content.

10. TriStar

I hate this Goji so much. It’s been all but disowned by the fandom and, indeed, is referred to as Zilla in official materials because it doesn’t deserve to be called God. That movie did nothing to help it’s case. However, the animated series all but redeemed the character. The character, not the design. This thing is the worst and edges out Showa strictly because it’s not Godzilla in any form. It’s a goddamn iguana pretending to be a velociraptor. Sh*t whack, son.

9. Showa

Showa makes this list based strictly on nostalgia and it’s contribution to the overall mythos. Every major addition to the franchise, be they characters or monsters, occurred during this period. I mean, they gave me MechaG and we all know how much i love that metallic beast. Hell, he might get one of these lists one day, too. As a design, though? This Goji is definitely not my favorite. More than that, there were SO many! Goji looked different in every film and not in the sense of fixes or critiques. This was the era where Toho was cutting budgets and corners so, often, the suits were damaged and never properly repaired. As such, Godzilla looks like varying degrees of sh*t thought out. Showa gets a lot of credit strictly because it was my introduction to the series, first Godzilla film i ever saw was Godzilla versus Mechagodzilla but let’s be honest; Showa Goji looked like ass. Dude was a clown and the realization of that was a hard one to accept after seeing Gojira, Return, and Shin. Like, what the f*ck, Toho?

8. Earth

I don’t like the Godzilla trilogy. They’re terrible films. I do like the ideas presented therein. I like the idea of Ghidorah being this inter-dimensional, planet eating, energy beast. I like the idea of the Shobijin being a race of Moth people. I like the idea of Godzilla being the progenitor of every other monster in the world after twenty thousand years or whatever. I love the idea of MechaG city. There is a lo of great sh*t in there, a lot of potential, but the films just sh*t the bed upon execution. Also, they were kind of ugly as sh*t. I think they would have benefited from being classically animated rather than the cheaper, CG, modeling. That went a long way to me disliking the execution. I Was watching these things and all i could see was that new Berserk series. All of that said, it’s a great design. I love how they combined Monsterverse and Millennium. It was super awesome. And massive.

7. Shodai

i mean, how was i going to leave the very first Goji off this list? It’s the genesis, the Alpha, the beginning. Without the progenitor, we wouldn’t be talking about the dynasty. I just really love this design. As a cat who grew up in the US, i didn’t get he opportunity to see this thing, outside of toys and such, until i was an adult. We got Godzilla with all of the edits and Perry Mason. It wasn’t until decades later that we got to see the original vision of Gojira and, let me tell you, what a difference editing makes. This movie is bleak, emotional, and exhausting. It’s a true horror film and you feel that throughout. Gojira is a force of raw, unmitigated violence, destroying everything in it’s wake but also leaving a radioactive wake as it passes. It’s the gift that keeps on giving, just like the atomic bomb. I love this film and it deserves it’s place in the Criterion Collection. It’s a masterpiece of cinema and a masterclass in atmosphere.

6. GMK

GMK is how i see Godzilla in my nightmares, which is fitting because it is Nightmare Godzilla. Motherf*cker is literally the wrath of dead Japanese, killed during WWII. It’s very similar to Shodai but in a literal sense, not figurative. GMK IS the accumulated sins of the Japanese for their transgressions during WWII, not the ideal of their suffering at the hands of the atomic age. I love that juxtaposition but, more than that, GMK is straight up malevolent! Dude is here to leave a body count and it goes about that with aplomb. A lot of cats in the community wouldn’t rank Godzilla, Mothra and King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack very high on their list of favorite films but that Goji is the most menacing I'd seen since that first Heisei outing. Like, holy sh*t, did this thing come for the pain!

5. Monsterverse

I was burned hard by the first attempt at a US Goji as a kid. F*cking TriStar dropped the ball on that one, especially considering the mock up of other versions I've seen over the years. So, going into Godzilla 2014, i was a little sus and considering we didn’t even see a fleeting glimpse of the Big G until half the movie was over, i thought for sure we Yanks sh*t the bed again. We did not. Monsterverse Goji is one of the best Goji designs I've ever seen. I love how large it is and the fact that he got those thunder thighs. I love how he has both lungs and gills because, you know, amphibious. Love the way his dorsal plates light up individually when he fires his atomic breath. I love everything about this dude and I'm glad that Toho opted to extend the deal with Legendary. We get Monsterverse content going forward which means more of their Goji, even if these assholes keep pounding Kong down my throat. If i had to pick just one iteration, i would have to give it to King of the Monsters Goji. That dude, so far, is peak Monsterverse Godzilla for me. Plus, i mean, Burning Godzilla is just straight up chef kiss.

4. Heisei

For me, Heisei is peak Goji. It captures everything i think Godzilla should be, like, the classical interpretation. It calls back to Shodai while updating the overall form to a modern aesthetic. I believe that the very first of those films, the first version of this Goji, is the best. Godzilla Returns or, Godzilla 1984 as it’s known here in the States, is, in my opinion, the strongest of all the Heisei Goji. It captures the spirit of malevolence which Godzilla continued to have throughout this run of films. He’s never really a hero but, at best, anti-hero, and all of that can be traced back to his absolutely terrifying first appearance. Plus, i really like the multiple rows of teeth. That sh*t wigged me out as a kid. Heisei isn’t my favorite but, when i think of Godzilla, it is the first one to pop into my head.

3. Shin

I love Shin. It’s design is ridiculous and the power set seethes with originality. Everything about Hideaki AAnno’s monstrosity is just so anti-Goji but it works so brilliantly. The way it mutates and grows into this malignant stack of cancer and radiation and exposed musculature is absolutely traumatizing. It’s dead, fish eyes make sure you understand that this thing is, at best, a beast of instinct, devoid of any level of intelligence. More than that, the fact that the motherf*cker can focus it’s Atomic Breath into a whole ass plasma beam is ridiculous and the fact that it can fire it out of it’s entire body just f*cks me up. Not only is Shin Godzilla in my top three Goji films all-time, but so is it’s version of Goji, itself. That motherf*cker is just plain terrorizing.

2. Millennium

Look, i know i said that when i thing of Goji, i see Heisei but Millennium’s design is hard to not put this high. It was the first Goji to radically redesign the King since, i would say, Showa? I mean, it still looks the part but those dorsal plates, that face, and that mouth absolutely scream originality. The shape of his chest ad the slimming of it’s overall form, gives Goji a sense of improved mobility and we see that in films like Godzilla vs. Megaguirus. No longer is he this lumber nuclear disaster. Instead, he’s this fast paced, agile, atomic apocalypse that slips whole ass Black Holes. I love the look of Millennium and my favorite is definitely the first one intrigued in Godzilla 2000. It took me by complete surprise and has had a pretty safe, nostalgia driven, spot in my heart.

1. Ultima

Listen, i adore this design SO much. I know this guy is the newest to take the stage and placing him at the one spot on my list might be a little sus but, for me, it’s peak Goji. I think Ultima has achieved this level of rarefied air specifically because it’s the newest version of our malevolent King. Ultima is every Godzilla ever created, rolled into one. He has the dorsal plates of Millennium, the build of Heisei, the forms of Shin, the size of Showa, The face of Shodai, the destructive power of Earth, and the forms of Shin. Ultima earns the name as it is, quite literally, the best parts of every Goji in Toho history. Plus, look at that dude. That design is straight up monstrous! It’s aggressive, visceral, and cannibalistic. It’s real hard not to put this one at the top of my list.

[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

If you don’t stan Midoriya what are you DOING he is so GOOD the core of his character is just. CARING about every person he comes across & trying to HELP them even though most of the people he’s encountered before yuuei had been real nasty to him like he could’ve given up! He could’ve said “you’ve never cared about me so why should I care about you” & turned his back on the world, used his talents for himself or even become a villain (like. My dude has plenty of motive I don’t even think I’d blame him) but he DIDN’T he tries SO HARD he just wants to be able to help people!

“But he‘a a crybaby :/” And?!?! First of all being in touch with your emotions enough to cry isn’t a bad thing!!! Second of all he’s been through a lot and is constantly under so much pressure god forbid he cry a little bit!!

His idol crushed his dreams! & yet he didn’t harbor any ill will toward all might and he still acted & ended up helping save bakugou (& then got SCOLDED FOR IT WTF. Like the pro heroes were all like “you could’ve died!” but they weren’t doing anything!!! Bkg would be dead if Midoriya hadn’t intervened and he got YELLED AT FOR IT. the disrespect is astronomical). He cares about people so much even when they’ve given him nothing but reasons he SHOULDN’T care about them but because he’s so good (and stubborn lmao) he cares about them anyway!! If I was bullied for 10 years I sure as hell wouldn’t care about my bully but because Midoriya’s a literal angel he still does?!?! Like wtf. He’s just so good!

& the most irritating part is that because of aforementioned 10 years of bullying and being let down by everyone (even his mother which while Inko is a great mother & loves Izuku so much she did screw up by not believing in him) he has like no self worth and doesn’t realize how amazing he is?!? He breaks his bones CONSTANTLY bc he doesn’t care about the cost to himself as long as he can save other people he literally doesn’t rlly care if he dies like when he was being killed by muscular he was scared but his thoughts were “sorry Kota, sorry all might, sorry mom” he was more worried about “letting people down” than the fact he was dying!! He only stopped breaking his bones bc he was told that if he did it again he’d permanently damage his arms which would make it rlly hard for him to be a hero like he didn’t even consider using his quirk in other ways before then even when he was constantly in pain from shattering the hell out of his bones!! He was just like “it’s working I’m saving people who cares if I’m in immense pain every time I activate my quirk that’s fine” like holy sh*t kid please care about yourself more!! In the sports festival he broke the bones in his hand TWICE OVER for someone he’d hardly ever spoken to!! Like please PLEASE get some self worth you finally have real friends they can help you! You don’t have to do everything alone PLEASE let them help you!

Also he’s so smart?! Not just book smart (even though he scored fourth in the class on midterms so he’s obviously that too) but he’s super observant and has crazy analyses on ppls quirks and beyond quirk observation he’s really good at observing people too?! He analysed that the slime villain’s weak spot was probably its eyes & threw the backpack at it startling it enough that it temporarily retreated? He observed Bkg enough that he knew exactly how he’d act in the battle trial and devised a plan to help them win (which btw was NOT SAFE FOR HIM AT ALL & HE KNEW THAT & HE DIDNT CARE AS LONG AS HE COULD HELP THEIR TEAM WIN, another point re: last paragraph) & when he found out that Uraraka didn’t have anything that she could float to combat Iida with, he improvised by punching thru the building so that Uraraka had rubble she could use against Iida & he thought of that while in the middle of fighting Bakugou like!!! He! Is! So! Smart!!! He managed to hit the nail on the head about exactly what Todoroki needed to hear during their sports festival fight & made him remember that he could be his own kind of hero & that he wasn’t his father! He figured out the fake Uraraka wasn’t Uraraka at all just bc he KNOWS her and believes in her!!! He figured out some of mirio’s strategy while he was completely wiping the floor with the rest of 1a and so figured out where he’d pop up & tho he didn’t win that fight he did last longer than the rest of his class had! He figured out that he could use Eri’s quirk to CONTINUOUSLY SHATTER & HEAL HIS OWN BONES (again he has NO self preservation and I am sad for him) so that he could fight with 100% of his power and hold on to Eri without being rewound out of existence & traumatizing her further & ALSO TOLD HER THAT HER QUIRK IS A BLESSING! I haven’t rlly gotten farther than that in the anime and I don’t read the manga but I KNOW I’m forgetting things but POINT IS he’s really freaking smart which is another thing that makes him so interesting to watch!! Like how many characters do you know that r both really smart & really kind the stereotype seems to be one of the other but bc Midoriya’s awesome like that he’s both!!

ALSO something else I rlly like about him is that he’s kind and cares about people but when someone hurts a person he cares about he gets MAD & will do whatever he needs to do. He was scared of Bkg but when he implied Midoriya gave Uraraka her plan, he snapped at him & was like “it’s her plan not mine you better respect her strength she did this not me!” He was also scared of End**v*r (I don’t blame him! The guy’s freakishly tall, literally covered in fire, and always angry!) but as soon as he insinuated Todoroki was just his pawn or smth Midoriya TOLD HIM OFF he was like “Todoroki’s not you also f*ck you I hate you” (ok the last part is a lil exaggerated but still). When muscular was threatening Kota? He went FERAL & used 1,000,000% of his power (which. How tf is that even possible but I digress good for you Midoriya ily) to beat him just so this little kid (who literally punched him in the balls earlier) wouldn’t die like he was MAD mad. And when he found out what Ov*rh**l was doing to Eri? I thought I’d seen feral before but HOLY SH*T. He literally tried to KILL HIM (good for Midoriya. Child abusers & transphobes have no f*cking rights) he tried to stab him with that sharp piece of rock & THEN he did 100% full cowling with that absolutely chilling expression like he’s so kind but there was NO trace of kindness on his face while he was fighting Ov*rh**l (good he doesn’t deserve it).

ANYWAYS ALL THIS TO SAY Midoriya is so smart and so strong and so genuinely kind & I love him & I wish he’d love himself bc he deserves it! I’m glad 1a cares abt him so much bc it’s!!! What!!! He!!! Deserves!!! Stan Midoriya ok rant over bye

Edit: ok wait rant not QUITE over I’ve got one more thing: with Uraraka’s help he took a childhood nickname that he always HATED (like he specifically says that in the story don’t y’all try to downplay how much it hurt him) & completely changed the meaning. He even made it his HERO NAME he was like “this isn’t gonna hurt me anymore I’ll make it into something I can be proud of” and like. Even tho I don’t like the nickname and refuse to refer to Midoriya with it unless I’m specifically talking about his hero persona, THE POWER THAT HAS. Once he realized that he wasn’t alone anymore he just DECIDED to take something that had hurt him in the past & turn it not something that could comfort people in the future (bc we KNOW that he’s gonna b the no 1 hero & ppl r gonna be comforted at hearing he’s on the scene). He did that. I’m so proud of him.

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Besides, I already had Tinder for awkward one-liners and terrible pickup lines. I was starting to think the night would have been better curled up in bed with my dog, tea and 'Game of Thrones.'

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Several men had already gathered outside the bar where we were supposed to meet, an unremarkable Irish pub in the Financial District. A couple of Russian women were talking about their plans to get green cards out of the night.

That's a starter, I thought. At least the women will be just as sad as the men.

Before the official speed dating began, we began chatting with two men wearing business casual. They introduced themselves as Samuel* and Camden*.

Camden, who was Australian, made a beeline for Sheena. I talked to Samuel, but his gaze kept flitting around the rest of the bar, as if he were scanning for other prospects.

I couldn't believe he was rude enough to make his boredom known. I also can’t remember the last time I finished an entire glass of wine that quickly.

Speed dating is either a fantastic idea or a terrible one. If you don’t have the balls to approach men at a bar (or if you don’t have the patience to wait it out until they do), this is a sure-fire way to buy five minutes with any man in the room.

On the flip side, there’s nothing quite like speed dating to make you realize just how long five minutes can be.

When seven o'clock struck, we began settling in booths and tables that had been set aside for us. Women stayed in the same seats throughout the night, and the men moved counter-clockwise. It felt a little like musical chairs, and I was betting that most of us would strike out.

My first real “date” was a man named Reggie*. He was obviously the oldest man in the room and clearly way over the 30-something age cap. In fact, I’d be surprised if he wasn’t in his 50s. Sir, why are you still here? Why can't you follow instructions? This is why you're single, Reggie.

Every exchange felt like an interview, so I started using an interview format with the men I didn't particularly like. I found myself asking different men the same questions:

“Is this your first time?'

“What do you do?'

“Do you have any hobbies?'

“Are you originally from New York?'

After a few forgettable dates, I met Tom*, who handed me a rose and shook my hand. There was just something so try-hard about this that it was hard not burst out laughing.

Seriously -- this guy bought an entire bouquet of roses so that he could sweeten up his predictably mundane dates. He also took notes, like an overeager kid sitting in the front row in class.

No one likes a teacher’s pet, Tom.

Vishnu* followed. Poor Vishnu. He was short, and he spoke in such a soft, thick accent that I had to ask him to repeat himself after almost every sentence. His palms were visibly sweaty. I felt so bad for him that I almost wanted us to be a match.

Mitch* was the only one who truly irritated me. He could have been attractive -- with his dark complexion and his broody eyes -- if only he didn’t tell me to “be calm in (his) presence” after I mentioned that I was tired from work.

People like this exist, ladies, and they’re hiding in plain sight, waiting to pounce on your unsuspecting, single ass.

Ricky* gave me his phone number after our conversation (illegal in speed dating). “I don’t care about the rules,” he said.

The fact that I have dogs was more than enough to get his engine revved. He had a farm -- a f*cking farm -- and was looking for someone to help run it. I mean, there's a great pickup line on its own: 'Hey, girl, want to run my farm with me?'

Let's be honest -- I probably would have said yes.

I can’t remember the next guy’s name — Paul? David? Ellis? — but our exchange was memorable enough to make my night.

I asked him a simple enough question: 'So, what are your hobbies? What do you like to do for fun?'

He responded with a typical list: hanging out with friends, the gym. Oh, and traveling. He loved to travel. Emphasis on travel.

The most rational follow-up question to this declaration was where his favorite places were to jet off to. He responded back, in total seriousness: “Florida. I love Florida. I’ve been to all the theme parks.'

I was waiting for a follow-up, a “just kidding. I’ve been to Timbuktu, and it changed my life,” but none came. He really f*cking loved Florida.

“Have you been anywhere else besides Florida?” I asked, hoping for a way to salvage this conversation.

He looked back at me meekly. “No. Just Florida. Well, I’ve been to Jersey, if that counts.'

By the time Sheena and I left (with Ricky and Samuel hot on our trail), I was horrified.

This was dating these days? Had we come to this -- to treating matchmaking like job interviews, with the same asinine questions and even more asinine answers?

I used to make fun of the girls who turned their noses up at everyone and thought they were too good for dating. But I slowly felt myself becoming one of them.

It took a few hours for the guilt to hit me.

In making fun of the try-hard Vishnu or old-fashioned Reggie, I realized I was acting like a majorly stuck-up bitch. Many of the men I met that night were simply too busy to meet women organically, like at work or a party.

Who am I to judge? I thought. I basically live my life on dating apps, and who’s to say those are any better?

Ricky texted me the next day, all smiles and excitement. I still haven’t responded. I mean, I'm not sure I want to run off and start my farm family with him.

I think I’ll still try my luck on Tinder.

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H2O Just Add Water, Season 2, Episode 26, Unfathomable

Things we thought during this episode

- Me: Anything to say before the episode starts?

GF: F*ck them up, Charlotte, you are inevitable

- GF: This just reminds me of Mike and I rewatching the bad episodes of Arrow where Oliver is just the villain for no reason

- GF: Oh look, another female in the writing credits

- GF: Rikki is such a vicious little a*shole. As bad as Cleo is in this season, Rikki is just hostile to everyone around her

- Also, “She’s mad at me now that I’m dating Lewis”? What a gross oversimplification of what’s going on.

GF: Remember when they said, “You’re on your own now”?

- Why does no one talk about how genuinely powerful and in control of her powers she is? She manipulated enough wind and air to lift three girls several feet into the air

- It’s incredible how much space relates to magic, proving the theory that mermaids are alien-related

- Rikki: It was his psycho ex-girlfriend!

GF: Rikki is such an a*shole! They won! They finally got Lewis back into their shitty little clique and she’s still yelling at him! What does she want him to do, kill Charlotte?! ‘Oh, if you were a real man who deserved Cleo, you’d do what it takes to get rid of her!’

- Do you people think that Charlotte came out the womb like this?

- Me: Do they seriously not see how their actions might have caused her to be like this

GF: It’s like the writers don’t talk to each other and only write what they think has happened

- Lewis: You can’t use your powers on the girls in public

Me: Oh, you mean like THEY HAVE?!

GF: Yeah, but they’re the main characters

Me: Yeah, so it’s okay when they did it

- GF: Their takeaway from this was that they were right no to trust Charlotte, but it goes both ways! Charlotte was right not to trust them! You do not get credit for predicting a coincidence

- From the very beginning, Charlotte was treated like a monster, and was never really given a chance to be anything else by the girls. When she finally has enough and gives them a taste of their own medicine, their takeaway is not, “Wow, we’ve been treating her wrong,” it’s “Yes, we knew it!”

- GF: I love [Charlotte] just going full Carrie on them

Me: The only danger right now is them turning into mermaids in their house, Charlotte doesn’t know that Ash is there.

- GF: Honestly, when they’re moonstruck, all they seem to want to do is reveal themselves

- It’s incredible that they are conflicted more about their boyfriends finding out their secret than their own parents

- You know, Cleo really isn’t trapped in the pool. She could swim out through the tunnel to get out, or haul herself out if need be

- Seriously, none of them have any imagination when it comes to manipulating water as a weapon, it's always just a ball

- GF, as Charlotte makes the water snakes: Wow, she’s going Green Lantern on them

- GF: i just want to say, at the finale, the only thing Charlotte has done is mess with their plumbing and go to a cave, they didn’t have to follow

- Which, as an aside, Charlotte wasn’t going to hurt Lewis, Cleo and the others didn’t have to put themselves at risk. Also, they should’ve just let the water snakes touch them and transform into mermaids on the edge, they couldn’t have fallen in then

- So, they took away Charlotte’s powers. Which only succeeded in making her less than them again, which is good, because they put her in her place, which is beneath them

- A teenage girl brokenly says, “All I ever wanted was for you to care for me,” and monsters are on the internet are calling her the most evil character ever made

- GF: This is the peaceful finale to a completely different season where they did give Charlotte a chance, but it turned out they had to depower her. And that transition of Charlotte holding her dead grandmother’s necklace to Cleo smiling and holding it like she won, from Charlotte’s loss to Cleo’s shameless joy at winning, it’s like watching a kid steal a cookie and gleefully eating it in front of the person they stole it from

- I have never understood the ending shot of the boyfriends hanging out on rocks while the girls swim away, like what do they do now

- GF: I hope all of you swim into a giant propeller and become chum

- Me: So, what are your thoughts on this season?

GF: *cat hiss*

Me: Anything else?

GF: I agree with everything you said. When you were telling me about it, I thought you were exaggerating because that’s what time can do, but if anything you undersold it, I might be more angry than you about it

Me: Are you looking forward to season 3

GF: Is it less mean?

Me: Well, Emma leaves and a new girl comes in, but they’re nice to her

GF: Well, there can only be three

- Me: What is your final thoughts on Charlotte?

GF: Charlotte deserved better

Me: And the things I told you before we watched it, did that influence your opinion?

GF: No, the main characters are objectively villains

Me: What do you think changed between seasons?

GF: It was a bubblegum show about friends having adventures, two was a CW secrets and lies show revolving around secrets. It’s as if the writes saw the characters growing older, so they thought they should embody all the bad shit they remembered from high school

Me: If you watched this younger, how would you have reacted to what happened?

GF: It would’ve made me sad to see characters I loved become the bullies I had to deal with in real life. Especially since they were sold as compassionate role models, but the show looks at them through rose-colored glasses as they do things. Not every protagonist isn’t supposed to be a role model, but that’s what the show presented them as. And the show presented it as, “This is what friendship is like!”

Me: How would you classify Charlotte’s behavior/personailty?

GF: She has clear self-esteem problems, and when she does choose to fight back, she picks the wrong moments. She has a clear difficulty picking up on social cues and her desire to find community blinds her to a lot of red flags with the people she interacts with

Me: Do you think, in a better situation, they could’ve been friends?

GF: Absolutely, in a situation where everyone communicated better, and the main girls weren't written as openly hostile to everyone they meet, the second Charlotte enters a room they act like completely different people, like the show has to bend them into people who act like that. if she had been introduced in season one, they would’ve gotten along fine.

Me: Overall, did you enjoy watching it?

GF: I’d say so, I maybe did not find the show an enjoyable experience, but I enjoyed the ride, and I definitely feel like we got to know each other better

Me: *gives her a big hug and kiss for putting up with my weird obsession after posting this*