#maybe i'll make gifs later if the mood strikes

[cera-writes]

"Ma chère, you are mine." 🃏

Part Two

Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x F!Reader Tags: slow burn, angst, jealousy Remy never thought there'd be someone else besides Rogue who'd just waltz into his life, but there you were. A/N: This fic is based on episode 5 of X-Men 97. There may be future nsfw themes in later chapters. I'm thinking of making this into three parts at least. Tagged: @lokislittlemouse @give-jack-a-lightsaber

That night, the sky was lit in a cacophony of bursts and particles of light exploding in an array of beautiful colors cascading over Genosha. The fireworks were a sight to see, but so were you.

You had just finished getting ready. You stood in front of a grand mirror in the room you were sharing with Rogue while on your trip in Genosha. A grand window with a balcony overlooked the city below, illuminated by the chasms of light pouring down from the fireworks overhead.

Your dress was a shade of midnight, sparkling with diamonds like stars enmeshed into the fabric. Spaghetti straps adorned your bare shoulders as a plunging neckline accentuated your breasts. The dress fit you like a glove. There was a split up the dress that stretched all the way up the length of your right leg to your mid thigh, daring to show a little skin. It screamed Eclipse, much like your name.

You let your hair fall loosely around your face and wore a tad bit more makeup than usual, to which Rogue helped you with. You were in a state of a much more glamorized version of yourself. Lastly, you slipped your matching black heels on before Rogue walked up behind you.

"Goodness me, if I were a guy I'd be all over you faster than a buzzard on roadkill. You are gorgeous, sugah!" Rogue gandered at you, fanning herself.

You smiled, not helping but to blush at her open-handed compliment. "Thanks girl, but honestly you did most of the work. I was just your canvas."

Rogue scoffed. "Puh-lease. Don't be so hard on yourself. Those men will be all over you tonight. I'm gonna have to practically fight em' off of you." She meant to strike up light-hearted banter with you but you could tell there was something deeper going on that she wasn't opening up about. You could always tell when your best friend had something eating away at her.

"Hey...is something the matter? I can't help but notice that something is off with you tonight, Rogue." You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Rogue sighed but shook her head. "Don't worry about me sugah. Now, you should get down there. I'll be right behind ya," she tried reassuring you.

You frowned but decided not to pry further, even though you wished she'd open up to you.

You could practically hear the music blaring downstairs in the ballroom even as you sat at your vanity ten floors up.

There was only one man's attention you wanted tonight, but that thought just seemed like wishful thinking.

You checked yourself out in the mirror once more, admiring the shade of rouge that Rogue had adorned your lips with. She really was a treasure and you would never dream of getting in the way of her and Remy if that's what caused her mood to be so sullen.

You also noticed she hadn't slipped into her dress yet. "So...why haven't you gotten ready yet? You know the celebration starts in an hour." You asked Rogue with curiosity lacing your voice.

"There's uh, somethin' I need to talk to Gambit about first." She sighed. You knew it. Your heart sunk. I mean, what'd you expect? Gambit was only here because of Rogue and you were just here because she wanted you to come. But shouldn't she be happy? Maybe something had happened that you had no business interfering with.

You sighed with a breath of indignation. You should be happy that they'd finally get this moment, but you still couldn't help but feel bitter about it all. Rogue was...well, Rogue. She could get anyone she wanted. Even if she weren't able to be physical with Gambit, you knew deep down Gambit didn't care about that even if that was important to Rogue. He was in love with her.

Even so, there were ways of bypassing that kind of situation, even if it was frowned upon by your kind. Honestly, if the two of them were going to be together finally, you would at least make an attempt to drown yourself in liquor with Kurt at the bar. At least you'd forget about it if you drank well enough into the night with your other best friend.

Before you could even glance back at the southern belle, she was already gone. A gust of wind blew through the open window she must have slipped out of while you weren't looking. The curtains bellowed softly in unison as you did a once over in the mirror before heading out of your room.

"It's okay Eclipse...just be happy for them." You told yourself as your heart broke with every step toward the elevator down to the gala.

You reached the bottom floor, making your way toward the grand staircase leading to the open bar and dance floor. The room was grand with numerous glittering chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. You could even spot a few guests hanging around on top of them, idling away in conversations with champagne flutes in hand. There was lively music flooding the open space as you watched people dancing and just overall having the time of their lives.

Despite the fun atmosphere happening around you, you could've waltzed right back to your room and played hermit and pretended that this night hadn't even happened. You felt the complete opposite akin to the atmosphere displayed before you.

And you would have thrown that dress off and undone the pins holding your hair in place if Rogue hadn't already spent an hour on your makeup. You cursed Morph in the back of your mind, knowing they were probably worry free watching crappy horror movies right about now. Gosh how you wished you were back home at the mansion.

You made up your mind that were going to find Kurt and spend the rest of your night dancing and drinking your feelings away. The faster you could forget, the better. Your eyes started scanning for any sign of the blue furball amidst the crowds of people there.

"Who is that? She's gorgeous!" You heard whispers as you descended the staircase. You felt everyone's eyes on you. Were they really talking about you? You weren't used to the attention at all like this. You couldn't help but smirk at the gawking but quickly shook your head. It didn't matter what they thought.

You weren't there tonight to find someone lucky enough to take back up to your room. No one else mattered to you. The only man that held your heart in his hands was breaking it anyway. You could live with yourself if that meant Remy was happy no matter how bad it hurt.

You had to suck it up. There was no point wallowing in this self pity bullshit anymore tonight. At least you'd convinced yourself of that much.

Your heels finally collided with the smooth tiles of the bottom floor. You nearly sighed in relief upon seeing a mop of black hair and blue skin cutting it up on the dance floor. "There he is," you smiled, making a beeline straight for Nightcrawler. At least he seemed to be having a blast. You needed some of that energy he was exuding.

"Eclipse! Oh Mein Gott! You look...breathtaking!" He immediately found you, eyes wide at your alluring appearance before teleporting right in front of you as you joined him over on the dance floor alongside a few others who were moving to the beat of the music.

"No, really! You are stunning tonight!" He grinned, taking your hand a placing a kiss on top of it. You face couldn't deny or hide the sudden heat from his sweet comment about you. "Thanks, Kurt."

"Gern geschehen," he bowed, offering a kind smile in return. "I thought you'd be here with Gambit, no?" He looked puzzled as he glanced behind you for any sign of the cajun man.

"Guess he's still getting ready," you shrugged indignantly, but you knew the truth anyway even if that was a half lie. You wanted to change the subject but you saw the concern in Kurt's expression as he watched your face.

"Look, meine Freundin, I know things with Gambit can be-"

But he didn't get to finish that sentence before you pulled him back into the crowd of people dancing, much to his surprise.

Nope, you did not want to have that conversation tonight.

"Let's just dance, okay?" you changed the subject as you started swaying to the beat of the music. Nightcrawler merely nodded, not wanting to pry but nonetheless twirled you around on the dance floor in compliance as you simply just let loose and tried forgetting about everything even if just for a moment.

The two of you danced for a while, just having fun. You were actually having so much fun in the moment with Kurt that you almost didn't notice that familiar reddish brown hair slicked back so handsomely, or the way his white suit clung to him in all the right ways. He was sitting at the bar having a drink just as Madelyne Pryor had made her way over to stand next to him.

Nightcrawler noticed you, too distracted to continue your dance with him and smiled. "You should go to him. I'll be right here if you need me." He cocked his furry head towards where Gambit was at the bar.

You sighed and swallowed the damn near painful lump in your throat as you started taking that first step towards Remy. But as soon as you did, you immediately paused to look up.

There, flying gracefully in as a grand gesture, was Rogue.

Her hair was done up around her face with a few loose strands hanging down and her dress was a scarlet shade accentuated with off shoulder straps of baby pinks that hung loosely down her arms.

But what you really noticed was that she wasn't wearing her usual gloves for some reason. It didn't matter because she was absolutely stunning.

You were sure she was going to find Remy and meet up with him below, but nothing could have prepared you for what she did next.

You watched as she flew directly towards Magneto, meeting him skin to skin as their hands touched, electricity igniting at their intimacy. Your jaw slightly slackened at the scene above as if they were dancing like two star crossed lovers for everyone to see. It was if it was a deliberate display of affection between them.

You dared to look at Remy, who was still standing over by the bar. And boy, did he look pissed. He was watching them with nothing but pure hurt and anguish behind his eyes. Even Madelyne had turned to cast him a look of pity.

You were just as confused.

Your eyes glanced back towards the two lovers trapped in what seemed like an intense tango of sorts. Then it happened. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.

You placed a hand over your mouth in disbelief at what you were witnessing, surely having thought Rogue had spoken to Gambit earlier to confess her feelings.

Apparently you were way the hell off about your assumptions.

When you looked back in Remy's direction, he was already gone.

You had to find him.

Your feet quickly shuffled through crowds of onlookers as 'Happy Nation' continued playing loudly through the expansive room. You never were really a fan of Ace of Base anyway.

You needed to find Remy and fast.

The air inside was becoming too hot and stifling. 'If I were Remy, where would I run off to?'

The gardens.

You knew he'd have gone outside to get some air and clear his head so that's exactly where you were headed.

You ran out into the open cool air towards the giant fountain settled in the middle of a courtyard of square hedges and roses.

The fountain was lit up in blue lights, just enough to make out the man sitting alone with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he sat perched on the side.

Remy.

"Hey stranger," you timidly spoke up, easing your way towards him.

He blew out a puff of smoke and glanced in your direction.

"Hey chere," he couldn't help but smile softly upon seeing you, even if he felt like absolute shit in that moment.

"Mind if I pop a squat next to you?" You inquired, approaching the matter with as much gentleness as you could knowing what just transpired.

"I ain't stopping you," Remy simply remarked.

You delicately sat next to him, feeling the heat radiating off of him as your shoulders touched slightly.

You were about to bring up how he was feeling but he was the one who initiated first.

"Can you believe it?" He scoffed, taking another drag of his cigarette as the ashes singed.

"Honestly, no." You replied, shaking your head incredulously as you gazed up at the night sky as trails of smoke drifted upwards into the balmy night air.

"I'm so so sorry, Remy."

You laid your head on his shoulder. You knew the pain was still fresh and still stung so you didn't want to talk about anything unless he wanted to initiate that conversation first. You just wanted to be there for him like you always did in the past. He was your best friend and you never wanted that to change.

He shook his head once more before tossing the cigarette on the ground and stomping it out with his shoe.

"That flame has long since died I think...but there's somethin' else too. It made ol' Gambit realize that he's been runnin' from his past too long. He was chasin' somethin' that wasn't ever meant to be his in the first place. They always say you find peace in the most unsightliness of places."

You didn't know what he was getting at but your heart was beating ninety to zero right now. You couldn't dare look at him in fear that you might say something you'll regret. Your head stayed rested against his shoulder as you played with your hands on your lap.

"I think I've had peace this whole time. It was always there, offering a shoulder to cry on or just a hand to hold," He laughed softly in disbelief as if finally coming to a revelation.

"Ma chere, you are mine."

Your eyes widened, heart hammering in your chest, and your relaxed posture had gone rigid as he confessed those words. Those words that held so much meaning. Your eyes pricked with tears as you slowly leaned away to finally face him.

He was smiling at you so tenderly that you could've melted from his gaze right there.

But no sooner did you have time to react to his meaningful words before the sound of ear piercing screams filled the air and everything came crashing down in a literal cloud of smoke and dust.

All you could see was darkness as chaos ensued.

Sentinels.

A/N: I hope ya'll enjoyed part two! I'll be working on part three tomorrow! Leave me comments <3

[just-moondust]

One Alaskan Night

Aaron Hotchner x Fem OC

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Summary: Short but sweet. Classic sharing a bed troupe. Close friends Aaron and Sam end up sharing a bed whilst on a case in Alaska. It leads to them discussing their feelings for one another.

A/N: Had this in my head for a bit, wanted to write it. Maybe follow up with a few more.

Hotch had always had a soft spot for Sam. From the moment he set eyes the red haired doctor, all the way back when he'd first joined the BAU and she was assistant to the Quantico medical examiner. Now, over ten years later they'd become good friends. Hotch had insisted that she join the BAU on cases and having their own ME certainly sped things along nicely.

Samantha always held herself to a high standard, often one that she'd stress to meet, especially when working with the BAU. That was why she was currently trudging back to the hotel at 3 in the morning in the freezing cold, desperate for a hot shower after being in the fridge environment of the morgue all day.

When she'd said always wanted to visit Alaska, see the sights and beautiful landscapes, this was not how she'd pictured it.

She sighs heavily, feeling her way through the dark of her room, not even bothering with the lights before getting to the bathroom. The sound of the running water in the shower had already started on soothing her tense mood as she strips out of her layers of clothing and steps under the water.

She lets out an audible moan as the hot water  hits her goosebump ridden skin, burning away the cold. Running her fingers through her dampened hair, she reaches for the shampoo perched on the edge of the tub when disaster strikes.

There's a loud bang, and suddenly the water is icy. Sam shreiks, diving out of the stream and onto the floor of the bathroom.

"What the hell..." She mutters, finding a towel to wrap herself in while she inspects the water temperature gauge.

Broken. Great. There goes that.

Giving up on her shower, Sam heads out into the room and flicks on the lights.

Are you kidding me?

She thinks, laying eyes upon her water soaked bed. Pipe dripping above it. She wants to cry at this point. Throw something. Everything was ruined.

She throws on her clothes from the bathroom clothes, shoving the rest of her wet clothes back into the suitcase and makes for Aaron's room.

He'd still be up, that much was confirmed by the soft light coming from under the door of his room. She knocks, only waiting a second before he peaks out from behind the door, briefly scanning her dampened form before he frowns and opens the door with a barage of questions.

"Sam? What happened? Are you okay?"

She huffs, as he reaches out to her shoulder and guides her into the room. The warm light of the lamps illuminated her expression as she finally breaks.

"Stupid water pipe burst...and now I'm wet and cold and all my clothes are ruined. Everything's ruined!"

Hotch stands there a moment, quiet as he mentally compares her outburst to one of Jack's overtired tantrums. He quickly adjusts from concerned profiler to caring friend, taking her shoulders and steering her to the small couch in the corner. He sits, putting a comforting arm around her, speaking softly.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You can stay here, use my shower and I'll make you some hot chocolate, alright?"

She nods, sniffling as she wipes her eyes with her sleeve.

"And we can get your clothes dried tomorrow, yeah?"

"Mhm"

She nods again, realising maybe it wasn't as bad as it felt. She watches him stand and go to rummage through his own suitcase and pull out a t-shirt and boxers.

"Here. Go shower and put these on."

She scurries into his bathroom to warm up, leaving Aaron to start on the hot drink. Ten minutes later, she steps out the bathroom, warmer and dressed. She welcomes the steaming mug of chocolatey goodness into her hands.

"Better?"

Aaron asks, a small smile of amusement gracing his tired face as he watches her sip the drink perched on the bottom of the bed in his clothes.

"Yes thank you"

A moment of silence passes between them before she speaks up, a little apologetic look in her eyes.

"I'm...sorry if I disturbed you..."

He's already shaking his head before she can  finish.

"It's fine. I was awake anyway."

And I couldn't sleep till I knew you were back.

They sit in the comfortable quiet that they both enjoy. Sam drinking and Hotch finishing up what paperwork he'd been working on too late into the night. He tries to cover the yawn coming subtly, but Sam had already clocked it. It was her turn to parent.

"Aaron, you need to go to sleep."

Hotch looks up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow at the use of his name. Sam was the only one who didn't call him Hotch. Usually he'd hate it, but something about her voice, her accent, made it sound nice.

"I will, just as soon as you're done."

He watches her throw back the last of the drink in response, a little smile spreading on his face.

"There. I'm done"

"I see that."

He shuts the laptop, climbing into bed opposite her as she pulls the covers up to her nose. He lets out a huff of amusement.

"Can you...hold me?"

Sam's request lingers in the air a moment as Aaron stops breathing. He can't help but be taken aback by the sudden request, he blinks a few times under the cover of darkness.

"Hold you?" He repeats, trying to process the request. "Are...are you sure?"

"You can say no...i just have this weighted blanket at home, helps me sleep."

His heart softens at her vulnerability,

"No, it's okay. Come here" He says gently, opening his arms to her.

"Thank you"

She says quietly, shuffling closer to him and pressing her back to his chest. The warmth of him already beginning to seep into her own body. Aaron inhales sharply at the sudden feel of her cold body against his.

"Jesus christ Sammy, you're freezing"

"Sorry..."

He lets out a breathy chuckle, allowing himself the small comfort of burying his nose in her sweet smelling hair as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into the warm embrace. Sam sighs, the tension in her body leaving as she warms up.

It isn't long before they're both out for the count, slipping into a blissful sleep, no sound to disturb them, save for Aaron's painfully early alarm.

"Aaron..." she groans, nudging his arm around her till he stirs, tightening his hold on her. She tries again.

"Aaron, your alarm"

He mutters something, half turning over and smacks at the bedside table till he finds the alarm clock, then turns back over and pulls her back into his hold.

She wants to protest, the punctual voice in her head complaining. But it's the best sleep she's had since they'd left Quantico. And he's warm. So very, very warm...

Every one of his exhales tickling the nape of her neck, his inhales full of the scent of her hair.

He doesn't want to let her go. He's pined after her behind professional and courteous boundaries for this long. Ten more minutes of holding onto her wouldn't hurt.

"Sammy..."

As her name passes his lips, he wonders if it really is the time to ask the question he's been

asking over and over in his head.

"I've been thinking...about us."

He swallows nervously behind her as she nods, signalling for him to continue.

"We're close friends and...I care alot about you. But I have this selfish thought, that wants more than that. And I want to know if that's something you want to..."

Sam shifts, rolling over to face him. Her face layered with wide eyed surprise, softening to a small smile, freckled cheeks filling with a pink dusting of blush.

"I do... I do feel the same."

His heart swells with a mix of joy and relief at the admission. His face breaking out into a smile to match Sam's as he reaches to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, fingers lingering at the end.

He lets out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, any tension he held seeps away.

"Sam...you have no idea how happy that makes me. I was worried-"

"-I was worried that you didn't feel that way about me"

Sam laughs softly, finishing his sentence with her own thoughts. He chuckles, still fiddling with her strand of her hair.

"Believe me, I was trying to keep my feelings in check...but being here with you...it's just..."

He trails off, unsure of how to put these unfamiliar feelings into words, leaning closer to press his forehead to hers.

"I've wanted this...Us for so long."

She smiles, the tip of her nose brushing his affectionately. They're finally able to see and feel what the other's heart holds.

His hand drifts up to her cheek, thumb running over her cheek as he whispers in a hoarse, emotional voice.

"I...I really want to kiss you right now..."

Her smile grows at the thought, whispering back.

"I'd like it if you did"

Aaron guides her lips to meet his in a soft, gentle kiss. It's tender, sweet, full of every held back emotion they've both had for so long. Both their hearts soaring as their lips lingers together as they pull away, then go back for another. And another.

When they're too breathless to do anymore, they pull back and rest their foreheads together again, settling in the new-found intimacy. His fingers comb through her hair, the gesture soothing them both as Aaron grins widely at Sam.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time..."

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered. ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Steve }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @berylcluster ❫

Every since Kairi had returned to Hawkins, she had done everything she could to avoid Steve. Which was a miracle in itself since he lived next door and they had classes together, so maybe in a way he had avoided her too. And while at first it was done out of hesitation due to not knowing where they stood, it quickly became because after witnessing King Steve, she didn't trust him. So suppose it was a blessing that she became invisible to him, like she was a ghost. She had enough on her plate with recovering from the trauma that came with the incident, she didn't need any teenage drama on top of it. And besides she managed to make new best friends so everything worked out in the end for her, she just hoped it worked out in the end for him.

Although when she saw the fall of King Steve, she almost felt bad for him. But not enough to reach other, after all somethings were best left in the past. And yet, life seemed to have other ideas because it wasn't longer after she started working at Starcourt Cinemas that she kept running into him at work. All because he managed to get a job at Scoops Ahoy, which only caused her to snicker at the chances, even though seeing him in his uniform was amusing. Still she did everything in her power to avoid him, though after watching strike out time and time again when she went to tell him to stop sneaking his little friends into the cinema because she wasn't dumb. Plus she caught him once on her day off, just didn't say anything. But after it kept happening, she just had to get it to quit because it wasn't right. Though it slipped her mind as she watched how defeated he looked, it was in that moment that changed everything. And while Kairi knew Jupiter would say she had lost her mind, she couldn't help but to approach Steve. Had given him a warm, charming smile as she asked him on a DATE. Did she expect him to say yes? No but she hoped it helped his mood. So when he did say YES, she panicked on the inside because what had she done?

And when she told him, that she'd be in touch so they could discuss their so called date. She didn't exactly lie, she just never specified when. Was kinda hoping he'd forget about it, what the female didn't expect was for the male to end up in her bedroom a few days later. So the fact that he was caused her to sigh but instead of kicking him out, she let him speak as she paced her room. Though at his words, she couldn't help but to furrow her eyebrows momentarily. ❝What time are we talking about, recently or ya know when I became just another memory you've forgotten?❞ Kairi inquired bitterly before sighing once more as she shook her head. Turning her attention to Steve seconds later, giving him an apologetic smile before it faded. ❝Look Steve, I'll be honest with you. I didn't expect you to actually accept the offer, I was in shock. And it terrifies me to let you back into my life after the promise was broken, which it isn't just on you. I know that, WE both broke it. Then when I came back, you were KING STEVE and I was recovering from-❞ She paused, biting down on her lip momentarily before shaking her head again. ❝-I didn't trust you, okay? Still don't know if I trust you but I felt bad for you after watching you strike out and Robin bashing in glory over it. So you'll have to excuse me for not answering, I was hoping you'd forget.❞

Because Steve was talking about recently, right? Probably not but Kairi was kinda hoping he was, only because she didn't know if she was ready to talk about what happened between them.

[theselfshiphassailed]

These two don't care if it's barely 7am. If the mood strikes, they will bicker. This morning, on the way into the building we noticed that Masa kept groaning and rubbing at his knees. Somehow or another, they managed to make a fight out of it.

Nishiki: What's his deal?

Me: I'm not sure. Masa, baby... *i reach for his back at the bend* You ok?

Aizawa, still groaning: I just don't understand why I had to sit in the backseat...

Nishiki: Because you ALWAYS ride shotgun! It's only fair that I get to call it every now and then- you don't get to be a big baby about it.

Me: Nish, please, it's so early...

Aizawa: Maybe I wouldn't be a big baby about it if you didn't sit with the fucking seat all the way back! It's like you forget how much taller I am than yo--

Me: Please, stop shouting.

Nishiki: WHO CARES IF YOU'RE TALLER?!?! I'VE GOT LONG LEGS!

Me: And they're actually yelling now, ok.

Me, turning to my right to see that the two of them are moments away from coming to blows, I run and place myself in between them knowing that they'd never hit each other if they knew could accidentally harm me in the process: We all had a shitty night of sleep, I see. Why don't we settle down, huh?

Aizawa, his forehead pressed firmly against Nishiki's and his teeth bared: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SUCH A DICK ABOUT IT!

Nishiki, rolling up the sleeve of his dominant fist as he readies himself for him: YOU SHOULD'VE SAT BEHIND PIPSQEAK IF YOU WANTED THE EXTRA LEG ROOM!

Me, flinching at 'pipsqeak', not understanding how this escalated so quickly: ???

Nishiki: SHE PRACTICALLY SITS ON THE WHEEL! YOU WOULD HAVE HAD PLENTY OF SPACE!

Me, using all of my strength to keep them apart: WAIT, WHY DID I HAVE TO GET INSULTED?! AND WHY DO YOU GUYS NEED TO DO THIS LITERALLY RIGHT BEFORE WE GO INTO THE BUILDING?!

Aizawa, ingnoring me: BECAUSE I LIKE TO SEE HER FACE WHILE SHE'S DRIVING!

Nishiki, also ignoring me: THEN, THAT'S YOU'RE PROBLEM! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BITCH AT ME ABOUT IT!?

Aizawa: Fuck you, Nishikiyama-san! Don't talk to me like that, asshole!

Me: Guys?

Me: Guys.

*They continue to argue*

Me: GUYS!

Aizawa & Nishiki, finally acknowledging me: WHAT?!

Me: Do we have to do this? Like, right now? Right before we go into the building? On a Saturday? *I silently plead with them as I bite my lip and fidget with my lanyard, hoping that it's enough to get them to understand how much I need their support*

Nishiki: Not like it's gonna make or break the mood of the day...

Me, sighing: Fine! Bicker away. JUST LEAVE ME OUT OF IT! *I walk off on my own, intending to enter the building alone*

Aizawa: Amor, wait! *to Nishiki* Smooth, real smooth. Now we have to spend the day fixing your fuck up.

Nishiki: Just leave her alone for a while. I'll fix it later. Besides, how is this my fuck up? You're the one that started this. It's mostly your fault.

Aizawa: My fault? You just broke her heart just now! 'Not like it's gonna make or break the mood of the day.' It's Saturday! Jackass. Why would you say that?

Nishiki, realizing what he's done, he sighs heavily and reaches for his cigarettes: I don't know.

Aizawa: You don't have time for a smoke break! Go after her before she gets into the building, she's almost there. If you don't fix it, I will.

Nishiki, shrugs: She'll be fine.

Aizawa: Why are you in such a mood today?

Nishiki: I'm in a mood everyday. *he lights his cigarette and pulls*

Aizawa: Yeah, but today it's different. It's worse. You need to get your shit together.

Nishiki: ...yeah. I guess she was right before. About the sleep thing?

Aizawa: The insomnia?

Nishiki: She had it under control for so long. But lately...

Aizawa: Yeah...

Nishiki: I can't sleep if she can't sleep. If she wakes up, I wake up. The last couple of weeks have been pretty rough, man.

Aizawa: She wouldn't mind if you need to sleep separately. You know that.

Nishiki: I do know it and if you tell her it's gonna be the first thing she suggests so don't but... The thing is, man, I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately and I guess it's catching up to me. Got me in a foul mood.

Aizawa, smiling: I hope you're not about to apologize to me..

Nishiki, smirks as he blows out his last inhale: Of course not. You deserved to get your knees banged up by the front seat and yelled at in the middle of an empty parking lot. I will, however, go and apologize to our girl. Think she'll forgive me?

Aizawa: I wouldn't, personally. But she has a thing for pissy types, so I think we've got it our favor.

F/Os fail sometimes. Honestly, my F/Os fail alot and hell if I'm honest, I've even failed them from time to time but we're all trying! That's what humanizes them for me.

[ashton-ryder]

Ashton tried to play off his laugh as a despondent laugh to Zach's joke, but there was too much weight of truth to his statement "you're right though, there'll probably be more crashes, more chaos," the longer this goes, the more desperate people get. They'll need to prepare for when some day the ones they need to fend off for their lives are not the dead ones. But Doom came back with the brightest grin and even Ashton felt his mood lifted for a second, reaching down to give his chin a scratch. What a life to be a carefree dog. "Hm, alright, I'll ask Tobias later, maybe he'll take up the chance to head back if he needs it." More than anything Ashton was also curious himself, wanting to head over and make sure they didn't miss anything, that they could scavenge everything possible, or maybe he just selfishly wanted to see it for himself.

He was caught by the surprise as Zach asked a separate question, he looked at him with a curious gaze, a silent look that says ask away. Ashton is usually a private person but he lived on a don't ask don't tell basis. But on the rare occasions that questions do arise such as from his students or colleagues, he do share what he thinks seem polite to share. Perhaps preferring to hear the question before deciding to answer or not. Ashton's face fell at the hard hitting question, those are the kinds he usually avoid. He was not part of the military anymore, he had no say in what they do nor have the right to critique or commend. The last four years detached from them was a blur with no idea of what they were up to. But with their situation, with them being direct affected by the military's actions... surely Ashton had the right to have his opinion on that, right? He paused for a fairly long beat before slowly and cautiously trying to frame his feelings into a coherent answer, "I.. I really have no idea what they're trying to achieve here. Why they would decide to pull out, why blow up bridges, it feels... sloppy." Desperate, maybe. He felt a little sick in his stomach letting a word of critique out but it was the truth of how he felt. If the marines wanted to do this with full intent and consciousness, he felt like they would've taken a different approach. "I.. the marines I've worked with, I know we would've stayed. Set up a safe zone, secure it and work from there." Ashton folded his arms uncomfortable with the question but willing to answer it, "you won't be able to solve anything or save anyone unless you're in the belly of the beast." That's how they've always operated, infiltrate, find fatal points, strike. He felt he heart sink at that line of thought, unless.. they were the fatal points to be struck at.

Getting a few of those thoughts and guesses off his chest felt good, and Ash seemed to feel the same. To stand there and theorize about what might have happened or what awaited them felt like doing something. To some degree, at least. Zach nodded in agreement, but at the same time, everything seemed a double-edged sword in this situation. Going out was both safe and dangerous, the same as going out. Safe and dangerous. Being careful, trusting others, keeping or sharing their own supplies... There was no clear path, and every choice could lead to something potentially more uncertain or even threatening. And trial and error seemed the only available option in most cases. "We'll be lucky if the crash and the mysterious survivor don't turn out to be the smallest of our problems," he joked. Wagging his tail, Doom ran back to them to check on the men, so he was rewarded with a treat for being a good boy. Zach really envied him sometimes, even though he was the one who spoiled him like that. "I honestly don't know; maybe Tobias could tell you more about it, but I think he had left anything important behind." Since he wasn't medically trained, he chose to trust Toby and his judgment, and Toby seemed quite... meticulous. "May I ask you something, though?" Zach arched a brow and waited a second before he asked his question. "How do you really feel about the military leaving the city like that? What would you do?"

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Carol Danvers ~ Impatient Acts: Part 2 (Consequences)

Part one

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 5,129

Includes: choking, brat taming, face slapping, spanking, whipping, degrading, bondage, gagging, vibrator, edging, strap, overstimulation, anal and praise

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"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You practically scream as you clench desperetly around the strap as you cum hard on the toy, shaking in pleasure as some of your white, sticky liquid escapes around the sides of the toy and spreads across your thigh as you clench them together after pulling the strap out.

You hadn't even regained your breath when Carol speaks her final words that night.

"You're going to regret that."

My Captain has ended the call.

You grinned as the memory of that night played through your mind for the hundredth time that day.

As you fiddled with your keys, trying to find the one to your front door, you considered what toy you would use later on. Since you had broken Carol's number one rule you had found yourself doing it again and again without her knowing (mainly due to the overwhelming fact she hadn't called you since).

Despite getting a release that night, it had made you even more sexually frustrated as Carol's threats seemed to follow you everywhere.

You figured if you were going to get punished for breaking the rule once, you might as well break it as much as you wanted because it wouldn't make a difference.

When you stepped into your house you were still under the impression that Carol wouldn't be back for at least a few more days. You hadn't expected her to be sitting in your house waiting for you. And you definetly underestimated how pissed she would be when you saw her again.

Before you could even think about what you would make for dinner you felt a strong presence behind you that slammed you against the wall before you could react.

You winced at the pain of the shock to you ribs and were thankful for your instincts to turn your head to the side so the wall only collided with some of your cheek.

You hadn't even been able to comprehend these issues when the all too familiar intruder pressed themselves fully against your back and wrapped their hand you had come to memorize like your own around your throat.

The intoxicating scent, glimpse of blonde hair, strong hand with slim fingers and especially the feeling of the covered bulge between her legs that couldn't press itself any further against you told you who it was.

"Hey...Carol." You greeted with a grin as best you could with your restricted airways.

Her hand was locked in an iron grip around your throat. Her fingers dug into the side of your neck so firmly you could feel her fingernail breaking and marking the skin as they pressed down on a vital part of the blood flow around your neck.

Combined with her palm threatening to crush your airways with one movement ignited a fire between your legs.

The pressure of both of these actions made you feel undeniably light headed. Carol reduced her force to allow the blood in your neck to continue towards your head when she spoke. After all, she needed you conscious for what she had planned.

"You don't get to call me that right now, brat. Not after what you've done." She said, the bitterness in her voice sending chills throughout your body that you weren't ready to take seriously yet.

"I'd say I'm sorry," you started with a smirk, "but I'm really no-" Carol didn't let you finish. She spun you around, too quick to stop, before slapping you harshly across the cheek.

You were taken aback by the shock and sting across your cheek, not expecting Carol to be in such a sadistic mood so soon.

She turned your body again towards the stairs this time and shoved you in that direction.

"Move." Was all she said before slapping your ass as a warning not to disobey.

You climbed the stairs as quick as you could but stumbled a couple of times, still recovering from the shock of being slapped so hard. Carol chuckled mockingly in response, making you cheeks burn with embarrassment.

You tried your hardest to recover from this though, trying to maintain your bratty nature as long as you could, knowing that was always what got the best performance out of Carol.

Once you stepped into your bedroom you wandered towards the bed, not sparing Carol a single glance despite your whole body fighting to see the anger filled expression that always ruined your panties.

You could hear her walking purposefully towards you. You could smell her familiar scent that overtook your senses. You could feel her hair tickling your neck as her hands glided over the waist of your blouse.

You couldn't stop yourself tilting your head to the side ever so slightly and stepping back to be against her.

Carol clearly didn't appreciate the gesture. She placed a strong hand between your shoulder blades and forced you onto the bed on your stomach.

Just as you went to move to get up in protest, Carol pinned your shoulders down with a painful strength you were futile to fight against.

She knelt one leg on the bed to lean over you and didn't hesitate to grab at the front of your blouse between your skin and the bed sheets.

There was no grace or sensuality to her movements, only a cold, silent annoyance.

Once she had a hold of the fabric, your girlfriend ripped you blouse apart without a second thought and tossed it across the room, some of the buttons scattering to places you would probably never find.

"What the hell?!" You object, frustrated by the loss of one of your best blouses.

"Quiet." She spitts before yanking at your bra, damming it to the same fate as your blouse.

You huffed quietly, both of you knowing she could have just as easily unhooked it rather than destroy the cloth.

You knew it was a way for Carol to get her point across. You had made a big mistake and you were going to regret it.

She gripped under your bare bicep to pull you up the bed so your face was hovering over your pillow. You turned it to the side to see what Carol was doing, just as she hooked her fingers under the area of you trouser waistband that was just above your ass.

She pulled them down without looking at you, only focusing her attention on your ass that was now only covered with you thin panties.

She gave the smooth skin a sudden slap that made you clench your thighs together tightly, your body fooling itself by thinking that would make any sort of difference against Carol's plans.

The captain then wandered towards your closet, leaving you to watch the empty doorway in anticipation as you lay waiting.

Your eyes widened in shock mixed and undeniable fear as she reappeared, holding a dressage horse whip in her hand. She wouldn't really use that on you...would she?

Carol chuckled darkly as she saw your fearful gaze. Your plans of continuing your bratty acts were jeopardized as soon as you saw the whip.

You whimpered as she arrived at the side of your bed and looked down at you with a now stoic expression.

Holding the whip firmly in her hand as she towered over you was enough to make you want to beg for forgiveness.

The captain radiated power and control, making you start to realise her threats weren't empty and that everything you had done you really would regret.

"Carol..." You whispered as you gave her a pleading look, ashamed that you already wanted to give in and make everything right.

"I've been saving this for a long time, you know? It's only for punishment when my main rule is broken. I always thought I would never have to use it on you. But you're starting to be too much of a brat, a brat that needs to learn her place as a whore." She explained stoicly as her hands wandered over your ass, dipping under your panties.

"I'm sorry." You whimpered as she moved onto the bed just behind you.

"Maybe you are, but that's not enough. You need to learn your lesson." Carol taunted. "If you want to prove you're really sorry you're going to take your punishment and thank me for it. Then maybe I'll stop once I've broken you into a begging, shaking, pathetic mess." Poison dripped from Carol's tone that filled you with dread.

"Tell me, how much of a slut have you been while I was away? I just don't believe you've only disobeyed me once." Of course you contemplated lying. You knew the more she knew the more she would punish you, but if she found out you were lying to her...

"A few." You whispered, afraid of how Carol would respond.

"Specify."

"Maybe...5 times?" You knew how many orgasms you had brought upon yourself, but you were so afraid to tell her.

"Maybe?"

"6?" You started to tremble.

"Don't lie to me." She gripped your hips harshly, her nails digging into your skin, before lifting them up so your ass was lifted up and displayed to her.

You automatically pulled your legs under you, knowing the position she wanted you in and hoping that by coorporating she would have some mercy.

This was proved wrong when she brought her hand down harshly and smacked your still clothed ass, despite the barrier there was still a present sting.

"13." You admitted and clenched the sheets beneath you in a tight fist in hopes of having something to help you through what was to come.

It was a number you had taken some form of pride in before Carol had forced you out of your bratty state. Now you were filled with embarrassment and despair, wanting nothing more than to take it all back and be praised for being a good girl for her.

"Such a slut." Carol growled before a sharp crack sound echoed throughout the room.

It took you a moment to understand what she had done, your body automatically registering it as shock to protect you. But the pain soon made its presence known and you burried your head into the pillows to muffle you cry.

She had whipped you. It hurt more than any other punishment you had ever received and you knew it could only get worse.

Carol's hands ran over the stinging skin before pulling you panties down. You bit your lip and closed you eyes as tight as your grip on the sheets.

"Then I think 13 strikes will suffice."

She had barely finished her sentence when Carol struck you again. This time you lurched forward and cried out loudly into the pillows while pulling the sheets close to you.

"Th-thank you." You whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as you turned your head to the side to speak audibly.

You couldn't see her of course, but Carol was grinning sadistically at the sight of you. Your clear signs of pain encouraging her to struck again, and again and again.

You struggled to speak after each strike from the whip, but forced yourself to between sobs, not wanting to prolong the punishment or make things worse for yourself.

As much as pain always turned you on, this was a new kind that was almost unbearable. You needed easing into this level of pain, yet you felt as though you had been thrown in the deep end with no ladder to help you out. You would later figure out that was what made the punishment so effective.

After 6 strikes Carol paused to admire the stripped skin on your ass. It was already raw and sensitive to the touch. She almost felt sorry for you, having to endure the pain for a lot longer and being shown no mercy. But brats had to be put in their place. You had to learn.

"Only 7 more." Carol chuckled. Tears streamed down your face as you felt Carol's hands brushing over your broken skin.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, lifting your head slightly. "I'll never do it again...just please...I can't take anymore." You begged pathetically beneath her.

"You're going to take this punishment or I'm going to be even more disappointed in you. This is all your own doing." Carol spoke without empathy or any emotion, making sure you knew she wouldn't stop.

She picked up the whip and brought it down on your broken skin. The intense sting felt different and told you these strikes would be etching deeper into your flesh, drawing blood to the surface only to be slapped away by the whip when it returned.

It was an unbearable pain. When you weren't thanking Carol or crying in pain you were begging her to stop, everytime thinking the next strike would hit your soul.

When Carol had finally struck you for the last time you collapsed into the bed, your legs no longer able to hold you.

You hadn't noticed her leave, but she must have as you became aware of more objects being placed near the end of the bed. You wanted to peer down in curiosity, but also knew whatever she had was for your punishment and would only bring you more dread.

Carol held your waist and moved you onto your back so you were looking up at her. The feeling of the sheets against your broken skin made you flinch in discomfort but was almost forgotten when Carol placed her hands on you cheeks to wipe away your tears. It was the only loving gesture you would get for the time being.

"Do you still want your Captain's forgiveness?" She asked, knowing the answer but wanting you to say it.

"Yes." You breathed out. "I'll do anything, I'm sorry I-" Carol cut you off by placing a finger over your lips.

She grabbed a pair of black, leather cuffs from her collection on the bed and before she could even reach for your hands you were placing them at the headboard for her.

She showed no signs of consideration of praise for the act or even recognition, but on the inside Carol was gleaming at everything you did. Your desperation to please her made her want to praise and pleasure you for hours. She had to remind herself of what you had done to end up in this situation. Reminding herself to give you the punishment you deserve for being a dirty slut.

Next, she spread you legs wide apart and cuffed each ankle to each side of the bed, stopping you from closing you legs or even rubbing your thighs together for friction.

It was then that Carol brought your attention to the vibrator in her hand. Without a word, she turned it on full and pressed it against your folds. Your leaking arousal and wanton for the vibrations allowed your lips to part for the toy and quickly engulf it into your needy pussy.

You moaned in pleasure and closed you eyes, surprised Carol was giving you this pleasure but not going to question it.

She watched your facial expressions with a satisfied smirk as she pulled her sweatpants down to reveal the sizeable strap on you hadn't yet seen.

She thought you looked so beautiful blissed out from the toy, your back arching to present your breasts and peaking nipples to her as your thighs strained against the restraints.

Her gaze was especially focused on the wetness seeping out of you, telling Carol just how much you wanted her.

"You don't get to cum until I give you permission." She stated before going to straddle your stomach.

Your eyes flickered open before widening at the sight of a new strap on just inches away from your face.

It was the largest one you had ever seen on Carol and figured she must have bought it on her trip as you had never seen it before.

However you weren't given a chance to ponder on this as she was instantly pressing it against your lips.

You opened your mouth for her compliantly and were quickly made aware you were going to struggle with the girth as well as the length.

You had your mouth as wide as you could manage and yet the strap still struggled to fit, stretching your mouth in an uncomfortable way you hadn't experienced before.

Carol watched every feature of your face as you struggled to take the strap. Not missing the look of hopelessness of getting it in as well as fighting back the distracting pleasure building between your legs. You wouldn't last long with the vibrator and you would never be able to fit the strap on in your mouth.

"I thought you wanted to make it up to me. If you can't even suck my fucking cock how will you manage it in you other slutty holes."

You tried to protest against the strap, assure Carol you could take it and try not to worry over the stretch you would experience in other body parts later on.

Carol smirked at your attempt to communicate with her, not being able to hold back further comments to provoke you.

"You really think you can take this?" Carol asked with a smirk and mocking tone. You tried to nod your head in response, painfully aware you barely had the tip in and was already struggling with it and the buzz between your legs.

"If you insist." Carol bit back a laugh as she thrust her hips towards you, the strap forcing itself into your mouth and surpassing you gag reflex in an instant.

Your eyes pleaded with her as you realised you really couldn't take the strap.

"You wanna keep going?" Carol taunted, knowing you were now physically incapable of shaking your head no.

The more you pleaded the further she sunk the strap in. You gagged and choked around the toy, eyes watering as it hit the back of your throat.

Your arms and legs desperetly struggled against the restraints as Carol finally pushed the strap in entirely.

She locked eyes with you the whole time, especially when she pulled the strap out slightly only to ram it back into your mouth to make you gag violently in protest.

Meanwhile the vibrator never faltered in its buzz that was electrifying your whole body. You knew you were edging closer and closer to that sweet release and that Carol would put you through the torture of having to hold your orgasm at bay, something you almost always failed at.

Your mouth and throat ached and you were vaguely aware of the trail of saliva travelled down your chin and either side of your mouth, you body attempting to lubricate your mouth and toy to ease the process but only adding to your humiliation.

Carol continued her bruising pace of fucking your drooling mouth as she smirked down at you sadistically, memorizing every detail of your blissed and pained face. The two sides of your battled against each other, not knowing which to give in to.

When your body finally fell limp in defeat you heard Carol chuckle as she pulled the strap out of your mouth, which apparently hurt just as much as it going in.

The moment is was out you gave a loud whorish moan, telling Carol you so desperetly needed to cum.

"What do you say?" Carol teased as she started to rub your clit in tight circles with her fingers, relishing in how much your wetness had spread.

"Please may I cum, Captain?" You begged and whimpered, desperate for your release.

"Hmm," Carol mused as she fiddled with the vibrator while listening to you struggle to hold off your orgasm. "No." She said simply before pulling the soaking vibrator out and turning it off.

Before you could whine in protest Carol looked at the vibrator in annoyance.

"Look at the fucking mess you've made, slut. Getting your whorish juices all over my toys and bed. Disgusting." She stated bitterly in an attempt to hold back how much she was internally gleaming at the mess while being able to humiliate you.

"I'm sorry." You apologised as Carol moved over to you again, slowly spreading your thighs as she positioned herself between them.

You looked down in silence, as to follow her lead, and watched the huge toy attached to Carol wander up your thigh.

You both knew you needed preparation for something that size. That on any other occasion Carol would have whispered sweet nothings into your ear as she introduced you to new sizes and girths.

But you were being punished. Everything was different. There would be no preparation for you.

"Captain..." You whispered as she lined up the strap to your still soaking entrance.

Carol ignored you as she placed her hands firmly on both of your thighs, keeping them spread for her merciless attack that was to follow.

"Be a good girl and take my cock, baby. Then maybe I'll start thinking about forgiving you." She said as the strap stroked your folds, nudging at your lower lips and separating them.

You held your breath as Carol pushing the tip inside you, instantly reminding you of the substantial girth.

You attempted to move your legs in response, automatically wanting to close them to prevent any more of the strap entering you. But Carol's grip on your thighs tightened and she held you down firmly.

In a silent concentration, she pushed her hips forward and the strap followed, stretching your walls for its entrance making you moan out and pull against every cuff restraining you.

"Ah! Captain!" You protested as she thrust further inside you, not being able to see that she was entranced by the show your wet pussy was giving her. Your outer lips opening more and more for the intruder, almost folding back on themselves as your wetness was heard around the toy, there being no space for it to leek out but still being present on the outside from earlier.

Your pussy ached as the strap sunk deeper, pushing against your walls and you having no way to stop it.

Just when you thought maybe it was in entirely, Carol gave one final thrust and the strap thrust against the back of your pussy with so much force it was bruising.

The girth and length was still clearly too much for what you were built for as it continued to push against every side of your cunt, especially at the back where it was threatening to rip through.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, hardly able to handle either never mind both.

You panted and drooled, not having any control over any of your body, only being a puppet for Carol to command.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

It was as though your walls retracted every time she pulled out, making her re-entrance just as painful as the last.

Despite this, in the brief moments the strap left you your whole body yearned for it back, feeling completely empty without it.

"Your cunt's taking my cock so well, so desperate to be filled up by me." Carol chuckled to hide her moans.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

Her nails started to dig into your flesh as she pounded the strap into you.

In a flash, her left hand left yourself thigh and planted itself next to your head, gripping the sheets tightly and taking her fucking with a new vigour you didn't know she was capable of.

You were practically screaming everytime the strap hit the back of your pussy. Somehow Carol was able to tilt the strap at the last moment to slam against your g-spot, like it was trying to break through a barrier.

"You feel how deep my cock is inside you, slut? You want more?" You could only moan in response, not being able to vocalist with words how much you needed her.

You desperately wanted to cling onto her back as you approached your high. The feeling in your lower stomach increased and you could only moan louder in response to it, your pussy clamping down on the strap as it prepared itself for its release.

"C-Captain!" You wailed as your whole body tensed up.

You came with a scream of her name, clenching around the strap and gasping out for air. Your hips rolled, your back arched, your eyes clenched shut as you saw blanks and your pussy shuddered as it squirted your cum out of it, your now stretched hole allowing some of it to dribble down around the strap and onto the bed.

Carol could hardly contain her moan as she felt your cum spreading on both of your thighs.

She didn't give you a chance to recover. You were still being punished and Carol was far from done with you.

Her pace was unrelenting and merciless, fucking you through your high and into another orgasm.

"You clench so nicely around my cock, so needy. Do you want more?" She taunted, knowing you could barely respond and not caring if you did - unless, of course, you called the safe word.

Your body was at war with itself. You squirmed beneath but also bucked your hips up to meet her thrusts. You could focus on nothing but the intense pleasure between your legs, the pain there being long gone but Carol's nails still dug into you.

You didn't know how many orgasms she had ripped from your body. You were hardly aware of the drenched sheets beneath you. You failed to notice the hungry, lust filled look Carol was giving you through every single one of your orgasms she tore from you.

"Too much...I...can't..." You tried to say as you moved against the restraints. You were being overstimulated and it was beginning to become too much for you for you to handle.

She finally slowed her pace to a stop and pulled the strap out completely, leaving you panting on your back while she adjusted the restraints at your ankles. Even wiping some of your cum off her thigh and sucking it into her mouth when she had her back to you and you weren't looking. Not that she had to be secretive of course, your mind was blank after the fucking you had just gotten.

You only realised Carol had undone the restraints at your ankles when she flipped you onto your stomach, back into your previous position. You whimpered at the vulnerability as Carol lifted your ass into the air and spread your legs as wide as they could go before cuffing them in place again.

You had hardly gotten your breath back went you felt Carol behind you, pressing the strap against your ass.

You gulped as you realised her intentions, knowing the stretching you received prior would be nothing compared to this.

"I'm sorry Captain!" You pleaded. "I'll never touch myself again, please! I'm sorry!" You cried in a final attempt to avoid the punishment or at least have it eased.

Carol ignored you and placed a hand on both of your cheeks, spreading them for the strap that inserted itself into you.

You whined and stared down at your pillows as you felt the strap penetrate your ass, thankful for the cum still on the strap acting as a kind of lube.

The ache and stretch become apparent almost straight away. You whined louder as Carol pushed on and held you in her hands.

You tried to squirm away but your attempts were futile and you could only endure the pain of the strap breaking down your barriers.

She continued pushing onwards deeper and deeper inside you as you body betrayed you and started to clench around the uncomfortable intruder and make yourself tighter.

You continued to plead, beg and whine when Carol pushed the strap half way in.

"What's that? You want more?" Carol chuckled darkly before thrusting the strap in entirely and making you scream in protest as the pain shot through out your body.

There was a moments silence before Carol pulled the strap out and rammed it back in mercilessly, giving you no chance to adjust.

The sound that followed with each thrust made you blush in embarrassment and moan loudly, hearing your cum mixing around your ass.

"Captain!" You cried out as she pounded the strap into your tight ass and even gripped a handful of your

hair in one hand making you yelp.

You moaned and screamed into the air as she continued her onslaught, punishing you at a bruising pace you wouldn't forget anytime soon.

The sadistic blonde then forced your ass down so you were laying flat on your stomach on the bed before Carol thrusts into you again, her pace instantly picking up where it left off.

Your sounds were now muffled by the pillow under your face from Carol continuing to grip your hair and as a result, keep your head down.

You could feel your high approaching and with no way to speak this to Carol you only moaned louder into the pillow.

With a few final, harder, deeper thrusts, Carol ripped a final orgasm from your body that had you go limp on the bed.

When she let go of your hair you turned your head to the side and closed your eyes to focus on your breathing.

Meanwhile, Carol undid all of cuffs and put the strap on the floor before crawling up the bed to lay down on her side facing you.

"You did so good for me, baby. I'm so proud of you." She cooed as she stroked the hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

You were moments away from falling asleep but you still managed a weak smile at the words made your heart fill with joy.

"Such a good girl for me." She whispered as you closed your eyes. "I'm going to apply some cream while you sleep, baby." She assured as her hand rested inches away from your wounded ass. "And when you wake up we'll take a nice, warm, bath." She promised before kissing your forehead lightly and watched you fall asleep.

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                  │➥ Match up

                  │➥ Mood board

                  │➥ Sun drops

                  │➥ Journal of feelings

                  │➥  Melodies of the heart

                  │➥  Asahi's girl

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I'd match you up with

Asahi Azumane, Karasuno's Ace

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- OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT

- This is a SOFT couple

- I thought for a while whether to pair you with Daichi, Sugawara, and Asahi

- Then I realized that Asahi might be a better pick

- He is such a big softie and a teddy bear.

- And it would be so C U T E

- He is insecure himself, so he KNOWS if you are ever are

- This man will love you so much its too sweet

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Journal of feelings

- He always leave notes on your locker

Lia opened her locker to find a small hand written note. It said:

"Hey princess! You look really beautiful and remember to take care of yourself! Love, Azumane"

- He makes it his personal to make you smile at least once a day

Asahi looked around and saw that Lia wasn't around. So he placed a small box on her table and left. He just knew that's going to make her smile. It was the necklace she always wanted

- At some point he got a part time just so he can get you stuff

As Asahi and Lia were on a date, Asahi felt a new sense of pride. The money they were using were from his own hard work. Now he knew why boyfriends like to spoil their lovers.

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Melodies of the hearts

I do adore by Mindy Gledhill

His favorite line is "Everything you do, it sends me, higher than the moon," and "With every twinkle in your eye, you strike a match that lights my heart on fire,"

He found this song on accident when he was shopping for a birthday present for you. And ever since he heard it, he has been listening to it everyday. To him, this song is just so cute to pass up. And it also reminds him that no matter how different you two might be, he would adore and love you.

Baka by Alekun

His favorite line is "I'll send you my most treasured words"

He stumbled upon this song while he was wallowing. You two had just made up from a fight and this song just popped in the radio. And as he continued to listen, he liked it. Not because of it's sad memory, but because of the the fact that no matter what you two will be together in the end anyway.

My boo by Touyama Mirei

His favorite line is "Making memories together"

Sugawara played this song when Asahi confessed to you. Asahi asked Sugawara to find a song that is wholesome and thankfully, My boo was the silver haired man's choice.

Gurenge by LiSA

His favorite line is "Finally you've given me a reason to we strong" and "We will stand, hand in hand, till the end,"

You and him were having an anime marathon and one of the anime you have watched was Demon Slayer. And he fell in love with this song.

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Asahi’s Girl

(I hope you don’t mind me adding self-ships as well-)

Lia, Asahi’s princess, was a wonderful girl. Everybody in the volleyball team and her friend group knows that. But today was different, her friend group decided to go on a girls day. So, Eve, Roze, Lia, and Amorette were having fun in the mall. Their boyfriend tagged along as well, having an unplanned boys hang out. And they then suddenly had a topic of their girlfriends.

“How’s your girlfriend? You said you had an argument last time. You good?” Sugawara asked Iwaizumi. “Yeah, we good now. I heard that your ace finally had the guts to confess to his girl recently,” Iwaizumi asked as he looked at Karasuno’s ace. “Congratulations,” Akaashi said briefly as he continued reading. “Oh thank you, Akaashi. But yes, I recently became an Item with my girl,” Asahi then said as he looked away shyly. “I’m not one to pry details. But I am a bit curious of your relationship,” Akaashi then said. “C’mon Asahi~ Rant or talk about your ‘princess’ while you are here,” Sugawara then teased. “Maybe give us some juicy details of what happened in the J-“ He was supposed to add but was then cut off. “Suga!” The shy ace then as he gazed at where their girls are.  He burned red and he was trying to cover his face from their girls nearby.

Unfortunately for Asahi, the girls had heard his cry.  “Love! Don’t tease Asahi too much. You are going give him a heart attack,” Amorette then said as she heard the plea of Asahi. “No worries Sugar! I won’t tease him that hard,” Sugawara responded. “We will leave your sorry asses for each other now. See ya later!” Eve then said as she dragged Amorette. Amorette then manage to get Roze in the drag team as well. Before Lia was dragged with the others, she had something to do. “Make sure to take care, okay?” She said as she kissed Asahi’s cheek. “Yeah, take care as well, princess,” Asahi then said as he kissed her forehead. Then the shorter female went to save the sanity of her other friends. “Princess, huh?” Iwaizumi then said with a knowing look with Sugawara. Which gave the poor Ace another red flustered face.

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Mittens

(Inspired by the Christmas event)

Asahi always leaves his mittens on purpose. Ever since he started dating Lia, he just kept forgetting them. And not that he ever worried about it either, he loves holding her hand in his pockets. No matter how cold the winter is, he just always leaves them. “You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Lia then said as she looked at him. “Yes! But I just wanna hold your warm hands inside my pocket,” Asahi then confessed as his face heated up. Lia looked at the flustered make and poked his cheeks. “We can do that even with your mittens on,” She then said as she held his hand. Asahi then chuckled and place their hands in his pocket. “But it’s so much better like this,” Asahi then said as he kissed her forehead. “But I’ll promise to bring them. Just so you won’t get worried,” He then said as he pulled her close. “You better or I’ll unleash a Sugawara on you,” She then threatened. “Anything but that,” Asahi then said with genuine fear. And with that, the two just laugh it off. They then continued their winter wonderland date. Well, after they get Asahi his pair of mittens.

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Author's note

I'll be editing this later. I'mma add the other parts to the table of content. But I hope you enjoy the Pandora's box! This took so long to make but dang I love it

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#it's especially funny because tommy clearly didn't know dream had set up a set of rules for drista and that she wasn't allowed in the prison

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Tubbo, on Ranboo’s Stream: I’m going to browse Tumblr.

Me, in John Mulaney’s voice: SCATTER!

56 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 03:05:29 GMT

#4

Fic promt idea: Tommy and Dream swap bodies with their dsmp counterparts and now have to find a way to get together so they can help each other get back to normal- but everyone is trying to keep them separated

Thing popped into my head, Warning for cursing and real names being used.

Tommy stared at his reflection. It... surely this wasn't his body. It was thinner, much more boney, hair was longer, and he looked... Wait.

"I'm in fucking Minecraft?!" Tommy spun around, finally noticing hoe square and blocky the world was. Oh shit. Tommy ran out of his house, hoping, praying to find someone who could help him. Who on this damned server could help him?!

"Tommy!"

Oh, for- "Fuck off Sam! I can't deal with this now!"

"Tubbo... Told you?" Sam panted, bracing himself on his knees as he caught his breath. Tommy looked at Sam, tilting his head in confusion. "Dream... Dream escaped for real... This time..." Sam took a few more breaths before composing himself; "Ranboo, Niki, Philza, and Techno broke in and grabbed him.

Dream... Dream! Of course! The guy who created the server! "Oh my god, Sam you're a genius!"

"What?"

"I have to go, I'll se you later though!" Tommy took off, heading towards Snowchester to get Dream's armor, ignoring Sam shouting after him. Even if it wasn't... Clay and was in fact Dream surely they could strike a deal and he could help Tommy.

All of that came to a halt when Tommy rounded the corner and saw Dream sitting in front of the crypt that was supposed to contain the Nightmare Armor set. With a yelp, Tommy ducked back behind cover, hiding just in time that Dream didn't see him. Tommy peered out from his hiding spot, watching as Dream inspected the wall.

Wait... Did Dream know about the crypt, or was that only Clay? Tommy couldn't remember.

The teen continued to watch Dream inspect the wall, giving it a couple of light taps before punching it, only to yell a string of curse and cringe.

"Guess that's why you don't get anything. Fuck that hurt."

"Clay?"

Dream spun around, catching a glimpse of Tommy hiding behind Tubbo's house.

"Tom Simmons?"

Tommy came out from hiding, smiling wide. "Holy shit. Oh my god. Oh, this is great!"

"Maybe for you, but I seriously regret going along with this plotline."

Tommy stopped at that. They were in their character's bodies. They both only had one life left. Dream was being hunted by the entire server. "Should we make Logsteadshire a country now?"

"Only if it's a non-extradition country."

"Only if you don't blow up my stuff anymore."

"Deal. Let's go."

Neither one noticed Sam watching them, eyes wide in horror as Tommy casually walked off with Dream, back to where he was exiled.

71 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 19:04:22 GMT

#3

//rp, DSMP

I’m in a salty mood, so here’s a question for all you Wilbur apologists: Why is is that he can’t control the Cannon for Ghostbur (aka one of his characters), but he’s allowed to decided the cannon fates, motives, alignments, and backstories of characters that belong to other content creators?

Go ahead, tell me, I’ll wait. :)

77 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 17:09:45 GMT

#2

So, last night, Puffy planned to prank Tubbo and Ranboo by giving them another zombie piglin child named Michelle. Sam decided to..... Help by suggesting that they name the duplicate Michael, hide the real Michael, and then kill the fake in front of Tubbo and Ranboo. Tubbo left (presumably asleep), so he was not aware of this, but Ranboo was awake, and logged on, talking to Sam, Bad, and Puffy through the game chat. Needless to say the way he was acting was pretty....unsettling. Usually, when he is not live or is not chilling with Tubbo, he is in his “Enderwalk” state, which usually results in him acting very suspiciously. He wasn’t acting sus, but he was acting a little weird. He kept bringing up cannon things to Sam for WHY Ranboo wasn’t going to let them near Michael, but then it got to a point where he decided that the only way to get rid of them was to attack them, and in the process broke the boat that Michelle was in. When Sam got upset about that Ranboo simply responded with something along the lines of “See how easily accidents can happen?” The whole confrontation ends when Puffy decides to take Michelle in herself, and even though that appeases Ranboo, he doesn’t log off for a good long while, even after the whole group has moved the second baby pigling to Puffy’s house. What am I getting at here? Imagine that Ranboo was actually in his Enderwalk state, but even then got the urge to go to Snowchester and check on something, that something being Michael. Michael couldn’t snap Ranboo out of his Enderwalk state, but seeing Michael, it overrode whatever Dream’s order was (Or whatever Enderwalk Ranboo planned to do) and since Sam did (jokingly) threaten Michael once, Enderwalk Ranboo decided that Sam was too big of a threat to ignore, and upon Sam continually pushing Enderwalk Ranboo decided to try and remove him forever. Thankfully it did not work, but I kind of like the idea of Ranboo loving Michael so much that Ranboo’s desire to protect Michael overrides whatever else he does when Enderwalking.

77 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 21:55:05 GMT

#1

Me as soon as I see this:

163 notes • Posted 2021-04-04 17:08:35 GMT

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