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“So, I fucked a mafia boss?”

“More or less,” Changbin replied

“That’s kinda hot,” Y/n shrugged

“Congrats Chan, you didn’t scare her off,” Seungmin gave the leader a thumbs-up

“Can I get an explanation on the ‘Chan’ part? That’s the thing throwing me off.”

“Did you tell you his name was Chris?” Felix asked

“That’s what Changbin and I heard last night, or, early this morning?” Jisung stated

“That’s embarrassing, damn.” Y/n sighed

“I can kick them out still,” Chan told her, praying she’d tell him too

“No, I want more of an explanation.” Y/n was persistent, that was for sure. Felix took to explaining the current situation; alias’, how they all met, fell into crime and violence together, etc. Leaving out what they actually had done and what they did every day. The club front and mentioned a few others they had because eight people running one club were suspicious.

“Wow, okay that’s a lot,” Y/n sighed, taking in the information she had just given

“Chan,” Changbin said

“Yeah. You guys get to work.” The words left his lips and the seven guys made their way out of the penthouse, leaving the two. Chan sighed and turned from where he stood next to the counter to stand between her thighs, hands pressing against the cold counter. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

“I didn’t plan to tell you any of this,” Chan brought one hand up to hold her chin between his thumb and pointer finger

“Is this the part where you tell me I can’t go back to my regular life? That I know too much?” Y/n was half joking. She’d read a couple of mafia lover books before, if they were anything like real life, she could guess what was coming.

“You either stay with us or we make you disappear.” The look in his eyes was serious. Y/n just smiled at him.

“You know, normal people don’t smile when their life is on the line,” Chan notified her

“Well, guess I’m not normal then. You’re stuck with me.”

“Y/n, please tell me you’ve thought this through.”

“What? Stay with a hot gang leader who’s very sweet and has some funny friends who are equally as attractive or die?”

“You’d be giving up you’re whole life, friends and all, princess. We can’t risk you running to the police.”

“Chrissy, babe. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not entirely right in the head. I don’t think a sane person would be as calm as I am about this whole thing. I swear I won’t go to the police or tell my friends about this. Most they will know if you’re a club owner and ask for free drinks. Do you want me to make a blood oath to you or something?”

“No, you don’t need to go that far. It’s… It’s a lot more than me.”

His head dropped as well as his hand. Laying on her thigh, “You wouldn’t be the first person we’ve brought into this. It usually doesn’t end well when they agree to stay.”

“Hey,” Y/n grabbed his face and made him look at her, “What aren't you telling me?”

“Besides that, my friends are just as smitten with you as I am, if you stay with us you are going to get caught up in everything.”

“That seems like a given. But I think eight hot men are good bodyguards.”

“Just how fucked is that pretty little head of yours?”

“I'm sure you'll figure it out soon,” Y/n pulled him in for a kiss.

Chan laughed a bit as he kissed her back, gripping her hips, and pulled her closer to the ledge of the counter. Y/n pressed her torso up against his bare chest, hands wandering down to his shoulders and gripping his biceps. “You sure you wanna stay?” Chan pulled away from her lips.

“Yes, Chris. Now stop worrying and fuck me again.”

Chan smiled, “You know, the guys are gonna want you too, right?” he leaned in and kissed down her neck

“I don’t mind getting passed around,” Y/n chuckled, “But can you share?”

“I can,” Chan answered, snaking and hand from her hips to under his shirt.

He pushed his finger between her folds and let his thumb slowly run circles along her clit. Y/n laid her head back on the cabinet behind her as he pushed two fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out of her.

“Fuck Chrissy.”

“Love when you call me that,” His voice was muffled against her neck.

“Chan! Do you not have you’re fucking phone on you!” Minho’s voice rang

Chan sighed, not once even stopping his ministrations on her, “What is it now?”

“Felix got into the cameras at the docs. A bunch of lower-grade thugs go—” Minho walked into the kitchen, “Before I go further, what are we doing with her?”

“She’s staying with us,” Chan didn’t miss the smirk on his friend’s face.

“Well, lower-grade thugs got their hands on some bigger-grade guns and ballistics—” Minho explained the situation but Y/n wasn’t paying much attention as Chan slipped a third finger into her and pressed harder on her clit. Chan’s attention wasn’t even on her anymore, he was fully involved in his conversation with Minho. She bit her lower lip to keep her moans at bay.

“Don’t be quiet on the count of me kitten,” Minho stated, smirk returning to his face.

Her eyes flickered over to the other man. The moment she caught his gaze, she clenched around Chan’s fingers. Minho’s eyes drifted across her body as he continued speaking with Chan. Eyes lingering just a tad too long on her exposed thighs.

“Find the guys and call me, I’ll handle it from there.”

“You going to have your phone on you this time?”

“Yes, now go.”

Minho smiled, leaving the two of them. Chan turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. His lips went back to her neck while his fingers picked up the pace inside her.

“You like being watched when you’re getting fucked,” Chan chuckled

“Don’t know what you mean.” His fingers left her seconds later, making her whine

“I felt you clamp around my fingers when Minho walked in. Don’t play dumb,” Chan pulled himself out of his pants.

“I could say the same for you. You didn’t stop fingering me when you were talking to him,” Y/n added as he opened a drawer and rummaged around before pulling out a condom, “Do you just conveniently keep condoms in your kitchen?”

“You never know where you’re gonna fuck, might as well be prepared,” Chan smiled as he tore open the wrapper, rolling the rubber onto his cock

“Thought you didn’t bring others home.”

“Princess, we’ve all used prostitutes before,” Chan explained as he pulled her down from the counter, turning her around so his back was against his chest.

Before she could even comment, Chan pushed into her in one fell swoop. Y/n let a high-pitched moan fall from their throat as leaned forward, putting her hands on the counter in front of her. Chan smiled, holding onto her hips and leaning forward, “So pretty,” he whispered against her neck

He pulled back and thrusted back into her, not at a slow pace but also not at a fast pace. His lips left kisses along her neck, hands traveling away from her hips and pushing the t-shirt up.

“Faster,” Y/n groaned as his hands groped her breasts.

“Not yet princess,” Chan chuckled and his fingers tweaked her nipples

Y/n gripped the marbled counter as her head hung low, deep shallow breaths falling from her lips, slightly pushing herself back onto him, meeting his steady thrusts.

“Trying to fuck yourself on me, Princess?” Chan gave her one rough thrust that stopped all thoughts in her head

Chan was quick to learn last night the effect he might have had on her. Now he was certain of it and it made him smile.

He stood straight behind her and grabbed her hips again. He pulled back to the tip and quickly and roughly fucked back into her. Laughing at the curses that fell from her mouth. One hand moved down from her hips to rub her clit. The bit of pressure made her walls clamp around him and the knot in her stomach tightened faster between his thrusts and his fingers.

Chan’s thrusts were making it hard for her to do— let alone think of —anything. Hands slipping from the counter a bit, taking Chan’s notice. He moved his other hand up from her hip up to the column of her throat. He had a loser hold there as he pulled her back against his chest. Y/n grabbed onto his arm to ground herself, just a little.

“Even prettier like this,” Chan chuckled before she came undone on his cock. Chan thrusted up a few more times before coming in the condom.

Both caught their breaths before Chan pulled out and tossed the condom in the garbage. Y/n leaned against the counter before she was scooped up into his arms and carried back into the large bedroom.

“Don’t forget your phone or Minho will kill you,” Y/n giggled as he brought her into the bathroom

“I’d like to see him try,” Chan replied. He set her down on the counter before turning on the facet in the tub. Chan stepped out momentarily and came back with both their phones.

“Oh shit. Where was mine?” Y/n asked

“On the floor in your bag by my bed,” Chan answered

“Didn’t know I dropped it last night. Whoops,” Y/n grabbed her barely alive phone to check her messages

“We were both busy,” Chan smiled as he kissed her neck before going back to fix the bath for them.

Karina: Im so fucking pissed. That dick was terrible last night and now I’m hungover as fuck Seana: I’m assuming none of us came last night then Karina: probably not Y/n? Did you go home with anyone last night

It was pretty obvious that her two friends she was hanging out with had just gotten home. “Am I allowed to tell my friends I fucked the club owner?” Y/n asked

“As long as that’s all you say,” Chan replied

Y/n smiled at him.

Y/n: I did! Seana: oh bitch. who? Y/n: the owner 🤭

Chan came up and stood between her legs and watched her screen

Karina: no way! I don’t even think the employees have seen the owner. How do you know the guy wasn’t lying? Seana: someone’s jealous 🙄 Karina: im just saying. it’s unlikely

“Karina seems like a bitch,” Chan noted

“She’s been worse.” Y/n sighed

Y/n: If this penthouse is anything to the money that club brings in 👀 Seana: YOU’RE STILL THERE Y/n: He knows how to make a girl cum and I didn’t have to tell him to put a condom on. fuck yes I’m still here Karina: damn. didn’t wanna go raw 🙄 Seana: that’s why you have an std, dumbass Karina: UNCALLED FOR??? Y/n: gtg. talk later 😉 Seana: have fun babe 😉 Karina: does he have friends?

“I stand by my previous statement,” Chan said as Y/n set her phone to the side

“Yeah. I just keep her around for entertainment at this point.”

“Bath’s ready Princess.” Chan slid his hands under the t-shirt she had on

“Join me?” Y/n asked, hands wandering down to his sweats

“Of course,” Chan slipped the shirt off and tossed it to the ground. Y/n pushed his pants down before he took over. Y/n hopped off the counter and Chan guided her over to the tub.

He got in first and laid back against the porcelain as she got in and laid against his chest. His arms wrapped around her body.

“How do you feel about working in the club?” Chan asked after a few moments

“Gonna make me a bottle service girl?” Y/n chuckled

“No. People talk, I need you to listen. You’ll have a front job in management as well. You’re here, I might as well put you to use,” Chan explained

“Being you’re fuck toy isn’t a job?”

“You’re human, princess. Not a doll for us to play with whenever we want.”

“What exactly would I be doing for all of you then? You mentioned the others wanting me.”

“We haven’t explicitly talked about it, but from the way they were looking at you earlier, I figured they’d all taken a bit of an interest in you. If I’m correct and they are, you’d be shared between all of us. In return, we’ll provide you with everything you need.”

“Like a sugar baby? That’s what this sounds like to me.”

“Whatever you want to call it love. But, you’ll also be an informant for us. Men don't talk to us but give them a pretty face offering a drink and they’ll spill anything.”

“But don’t sleep with the enemy? Come back to each of you every night?”

“Hm. Not every night. I’ll provide you with your own place in the building, we’ll all have free reign to your place as well, but you’ll have the same to our places as well. Some may be a bit more clingy than others so beware.”

“Do you own the building too?”

“Yes. It is usually the eight of us that just live here, but now,” Chan leaned down and kissed her shoulder, “You’ll be here.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Chan smiled, kissing up her neck before his phone rang. Chan got up from the tub and stepped out. He made his way over to the counter and picked up his phone. “Hello?”

Y/n enjoyed the warm water, sinking lower. Relaxing her muscles from all they’d been through last night and this morning.

“Alright. Get over to mine to watch Y/n, I’ll head down there.”

Her head popped up at the mention of her name. “Where are you going?”

“Work. Minho and Jisung are coming down to take care of you until I get back. I’m sure Minho will give you some more details on the arrangement,” Chan grabbed a towel to dry off and walked out of the room to get dressed, “I’ll have them take you to your place to pack up what you need. I should be done by the time you get back to have your new place set up,” Chan called from inside the room

“Alrighty,” Y/n spoke, washing herself off. Chan brought in a clean t-shirt for her and cleaned up the clothes on the floor before he kissed the top of her head, “I won’t be long princess.”

“Have fun,” Y/n replied. Chan patted the top of her head as he walked out of the bathroom. He sent a text to his two friends telling them to take her to pack her things. He made a quick stop in his closet again to grab his gun from its safe.

He made sure it was locked again before he left his room. Minho and Jisung walked in from the elevator.

“She’s still washing up,” Chan told them as he headed to the elevator.

“Got it, boss,” Jisung said

“I told her about the arrangement as well.”

Both the men smiled at the mention. They could have some fun with this.

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kurishiri · 6 months ago

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early bird . . . “ about the unforgotten promise between the hunter and the mirror ”

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— so this is the early bird bonus story you get with the card featuring roger and alfons as children! 🪞🍻 it is told in alfons’ point of view, so it contains very minor spoilers about alfons’ past, but nothing too major.

— cw: consumption of alcohol.

Tonight as well, people who wished for a dream reached their hands toward me, though insincere I may be.

Lady in a night dress: Jeez, Al, how many times do I have to tell you to contact me ahead if you’re gonna come?

Drunken man: Al, Al! Hey, you should do that thing again today.

Alfons: Oh, dear, I see you ladies and gentlemen are a hasty bunch, no? At the very least let me have one drink first.

(...If showing people a temporary dream were a business, it would, once again, be a booming success today.)

It was in our nature as humans to love that which is convenient, from the bottom of our hearts.

Man smoking a cigarette: Ah, that’s right, Al, who was that handsome guy who was drinking with you the other day?

Alfons: Oh? I can’t seem to recall drinking with such a person.

Man smoking a cigarette: You know, the one with glasses. And he was packing some good muscle too.

At that moment, the image of that man formed in my mind.

Alfons: Ahh... I assure you what he did could hardly count as ‘drinking’ with me, when all he did was take a seat next to me.

Man smoking a cigarette: Haha, it’s pretty rare to hear you speak so coldly about someone like that.

Man smoking a cigarette: I’m pretty sure I asked who that man was, not what he was doing?

Alfons: Then, that person is...

—— Flashback ——

Roger: I knew it, you really are Cursed!

Alfons: Cursed?

A: What in the world are you saying, mister [1]?

Roger: You have the ability to distort the minds of other people. You saw it yourself before, didn’t you?

R: And those who are Cursed will have to face a tragic fate as a price for their abilities.

Alfons: Wh... what’re you getting all excited for?

Roger: I mean the Cursed ones are born “to commit sins and meet a tragic fate.”

Alfons: ...Are you sure you shouldn’t go to a hospital, mister? There can’t be such a thing as a tragic fate and all.

Roger: I know it sounds like a lie, but it really is true! And I think in your case, it would probably be——“to die without leaving your mark on anyone’s memories.”

R: That’s the fate you bear.

Alfons: ——!

—— End flashback ——

Alfons: ...he is someone who pushed a certain something [2] onto me when I didn’t want it.

A: Well, that story is better left untold lest I bore you to tears, so let us move on from that...

I slipped off my gloves, and my fingertips approached the man’s nape.

Alfons: ...and fall into a dream we want to see.

When I showed them an illusion as I always did, I rode a carriage back, taking the scent of liquor and tobacco with.

(...Showing others a convenient dream they want to see is such a simple feat for me, and yet to think I myself cannot seem to forget that which I want to forget, it’s quite comical.)

Roger had pushed the fact that I was Cursed onto me right around the time I was abruptly kicked out from the orphanage.

I was seven, and I reckon Roger was around nine at the time.

He suddenly appeared before me, donning clothes that conveyed his well-to-do status, in order to do his “experiments,”

and when he offered monetary compensation, I agreed to participate. Luck must have really not been on my side.

It was then he pushed both the fact that I was Cursed, and that I would very tragically kick the bucket sometime in the future.

(After that, I was so riddled with grief, and I feel it best to refrain from going into detail about how I lived thereafter as it was quite miserable, even for someone like myself.)

At that time, even if Roger hadn’t pushed the truth onto me,

it was fully possible I might have found out on my own, someday and somewhere.

(But, I, too, was a child then.)

Once I ended up knowing, there was no way I could go back to the time I didn’t know.

I felt such strong repulsion toward myself then, even as a child.

And the one who brought that out of me was Roger. That was why I disliked him, hated him, even. To an almost amusing extent, at that.

(I don’t want to see his face again.)

(——was what I thought, when that man had once again shown himself before me.)

—— Flashback ——

Roger: I heard a rumor around that “there was a kid who could show weird illusions over at the slums.”

R: That was you, wasn’t it?

Alfons: And what if it was me? You’re gonna scold me?

A: Or what, are you gonna give me money after pushing a tragic fate onto me?

Roger: Nope, not at all.

R: I’m here to be your friend.

Alfons: .........What?

—— End flashback ——

Humans who acquire drugs through illegal means, and those who drown themselves in alcohol,

and people who were crazy because of their well-to-do upbringing... I’ve seen enough of those types of people to feel depressed about it, but I thought that boy who laughed before my eyes was the most crazy of them all.

After that encounter, Roger would come to the impoverished part of town almost every day.

When I hid, he would find me, and when I ran, he would chase me...

It was a constant battle between me and Roger, who wasn’t worth a single pence.

(And our final battle occurred on a certain night, I believe.)

—— Flashback ——

Roger: Ah, Al!

Night in the slums was a den for evil.

So it came as no surprise when Roger got caught up in a scuffle with some troublemakers who wanted to steal his money.

I could have easily pretended I didn’t see anything.

But, the one thing I wanted to avoid was dealing with any troublesome aftermath should Roger end up dying here.

Alfons: “This kid is just a dog.”

I gave an illusion to each of the troublemakers, one after the other, before grabbing Roger’s hand.

Alfons: Now’s not the time to get distracted! My illusions probably come with a time limit.

A: We gotta run before it wears off...

We ran and ran, and when we were both out of breath, the two of us collapsed on the spot, sitting against the wall.

Alfons: Haa... haa... now look here, mister—

Roger: Al! I knew it, your ability really is incredible!

R: And also, my name’s not ‘mister.’ It’s Roger Barel.

Alfons: ...Okay, but like, why do you wanna become my friend?

Roger: ‘Cause I’m Cursed, just like you, so I’ve been searching around for other friends like me!

—— End flashback ——

After listening to what he had to say, allegedly he was doing research on the Cursed ones,

and he was looking for subjects. That was why he reached out to me.

Needless to say, I remembered feeling angry at how selfish his reason was, even as a child.

(That’s why I put down a condition he couldn’t clear so easily.)

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: If you can make me laugh, I’ll be your friend.

Roger: Really? Then I’ve got this one in the bag, easy. Making others laugh is my strong suit!

He seemed very proud of himself when he accepted the challenge, but no matter how much time had passed, Roger could never make me laugh.

Part of it was that the stories he told bored me to tears.

But more than that, I felt like my heart was so deep in the wasteland, I could no longer remember when the last time I had laughed was.

Roger: Hey, aren’t you too good at this? You sure you don’t have a facial muscular disease [3] or something?

It was then I suddenly felt an urge to ask something, perhaps because I was possessed by a spirit or something similar.

Alfons: You’re Cursed, too, aren’t you, mister? Then what’s your fate?

Roger: Actually, I just found that out recently!

R: For me, I’ll “die without being trusted by anybody,” apparently!

R: Haha, what do you think, pretty tragic, isn’t it?

Amid the completely dark night, his laughing face seemed so unconcerned, as if it was no big deal,

and I was so dumbfounded that, without thinking, I—

Alfons: Pfft...

A: Hehe...

A: Ahha! That’s some fate you got there!

Roger: ...ghed...

R: You laughed!

Even I didn’t know why I had laughed at that time.

Perhaps it was because Roger... no, the two of us were so pitiable, so helpless and powerless,

that, in the depths of despair, the only thing I could do at that point was laugh.

We were cold, and miserable to boot, but even so, I couldn’t stop my laughter.

How could I, when the man in front of me looked so happy laughing?

Roger: Haha, yes... I did it!

R: Al! From now on, you and I’ll be friends, just as promised!

Alfons: That’s just you saying it. I will never see you as a friend, for my whole life.

All of a sudden, I realized the arms wrapped around my shoulders were so, very warm.

Ever since I lost the cat, I had never known such warmth.

It had been so long since I was not alone.

Or rather within the depths of this Hell known as despair, it was the first time ever... that someone was by my side.

And, surely, such was the case for this man as well.

The eyes of the one before me reflected the moon, and it seemed to glimmer in the depths of Hell.

Roger: Al, I’m gonna make a promise to you.

R: Someday, I’ll——

—— End flashback ——

Alfons: .........

A: I must be slightly weary now, am I.

I got off the carriage, and hoping to dive into my bed, I walked down the hallway.

Roger: Hey there, Al.

When I turned around, I saw Roger there, now grown up and his body unbearably large.

Roger: You’re back now? You should live a bit of a more healthy lifestyle, you know, you’re gonna destroy your body.

Alfons: I’m sorely sorry to say that I have gotten used to this unhealthy lifestyle. You see, that which is ‘incorrect’ becomes ‘correct’ to me.

Roger: You really haven’t changed at all since the old times.

He was the complete opposite of me, the one who showed illusions, as he was the man who only saw reality.

The one who pushed despair onto me.

Someone I couldn’t care less about in my life.

And yet.

—— Flashback ——

Roger: Al, I’m gonna make a promise to you.

R: Someday, I’ll——rid the world of the Curses!

Alfons: Is... is that even possible?

Roger: Yep, and I’ll do just that!

R: If I do, you won’t be lonely anymore, right?

—— End flashback ——

I wonder, why is it I could never seem to forget those words from that day, and those words alone?

Fin.

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NOTES:

[1] here, Alfons refers to Roger as [お兄さん] (onī-san), which literally means “big brother,” and it could be used to refer to someone else’s older brother, but here it’s used more in the context that Roger is a guy a little older than Alfons, so it’s just like a casual way to call someone you’re not super close with or don’t know the name of, not because they are blood-related in any way. Think of it kinda like “bro” in modern terms maybe?

[2] said “something” is “a tragic fate I cannot escape from.”

[3] I think Roger is referring to something like Moebius syndrome, although if we’re thinking on the timeline, it wouldn’t have been called that at the time; if we assume this takes place in the 1890s, then this story would have taken place around 20 years prior in the 1870s (if we assume they are nearly or already in their 30s)... which was before the time ‘Moebius syndrome’ was coined in the 1880s.

END NOTES: what did you guys think of the story? personally, I really enjoyed it, and I hope you guys do too 🙏

their relationship is really interesting, because I don’t think it’s a lie, per se, to say that Al doesn’t like Roger, but Roger wants to get along with Al. but on the other hand, the last line of the story seems to imply that he does hold some hope that Roger can indeed, get rid of Curses.

and, regardless whether Al likes it or not, Roger inevitably has a notable influence in his life. Roger was the one who made Al fall into despair. but, on the other hand, as children, when Al was at his lowest point, Roger was the one who gave him warmth.

if I had to summarize, cue many complicated feelings 👍 but they are also like brothers.. whether they like it or not, haha.

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brights-place · 3 months ago

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TWST Yuu Ramble

A/N: Listen I just wanted to ramble about TWST because its so fun but so messed up fucking hell I could make a lore video. My english is not the greatest still getting accustomed to it but holy shit

Warning: Angst, ANGSTTT

You realize how fucked up twst acutally is

Your known as Yuu the main character and just imagine being so smart so accustomed you have a life you have a job people you care for and that being taken away from you as your dropped off into a different reality filled with magic and all that jazz.

Imagine that you had a partner your mother your family and friends ASWELL being the top of your classes fuck your school even! you had a life the main character YUU HAD A LIFE AND IT WAS TAKEN AWAY!! Thats so fucked up your put into a new area forced to learn from a kindergarten level of the seven Villans in NRC learning all this stuff and how people could be little you because your intellect is not like theres and how you need to change and adapt while putting your mental health at risk.

For fucks sakes your mental health is already shit and being put into a different reality stopping all these over-blots dude Yuu needs to have a fucking break!

The weight would go so far as to giving a panic attack or worse Im a person with tics but just imagine having a tic attack after all the weight of stress because of being some sort of chosen one getting scars for each and every fight not only physical but mental and the only thing pushing you through is going back home. Just fighting to not only see your friends but family.

Yall know that part in the underworld song in epic the musical just the part with the mother ‘waitinggg odysseus when you come home i’ll be waiting’ THE GRIEF OF A MOTHER IS ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU CRY just imagine fighting malleus at the end and your so close to beating him and all you want is just to see your mother and family again.

Now listen im cooking up a giant story for this because how fucked up it is I wanna put realistic ass responses cause the mental breakdowns the scarring all the weight can lead yuu/you to cracking fighting for your life to a world you dont get at all.

I mean I love the characters I love the interactions but Yuu going through all this still would have trauma all im thinking is how they’d feel in the middle of the night trying so hard not to break down beside grim hoping they wont die the next day and live these people they befriends yes they loved them yes Yuu cares for them however they are still the same people who nearly took their life the same people Yuu had to save and its so fucked.

Thanks for coming to my ramble session Im 100% making this into a book on my wattpad and upload the chapters up in here because holy fuck its so messed up.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©brights-place 2024 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact

#twst #angst #twst rants #twst theories #twst reponses #Twisted wonderland #Twst Fanfic Idea??

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saranova · 17 days ago

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2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

aka It's 2025 and I'm just getting to it now

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going! Tagging @feetreadyheartbeatsteady @fantasywithkassidy @thoughtsaboutshows because I don't think I saw any of you do this, but no pressure!

Thank you to @ubiquitouslyme @lizardsrunfast @oh-no-its-dragons @overjoyedisland for the tags! I haven't actually participated in one of these tumblr things before and being more active on this platform is a 2025 goal of mine so here we go!

I'm not on Tumblr a ton, but I'm trying to be better and, yes, I know it's already 2025 but there's no time like the present to recap my 2024.

How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

According to AO3: 382,988 um ... what!?!?

How many fics did you complete this year?

Seven! The rest are WIPs.

That Infamous Infantry Guy - A Halden/Violet prequel story exploring the theory that he was her famous infantry ex.

The Mile High Club - A one-shot modern AU where Violet and Xaden meet on a transatlantic flight.

The Music of The Night - Iron Flame Violet/Varrish fanfic for the Riders Quadrant winter solstice fic exchange (for @lunatrixart)

Tropical Temptation - A V/X/L Modern AU one shot for the Rider's Quadrant winter solstice fic exchange for @shipmistress9 that I co-wrote with @tegantales

Secrets Die With Those Who Keep Them, So What's One More? - A canon compliant short fic where basically everyone is feeling horny and experimental. B/I/V, B/I/G

A Ray of Light in Shadowed Clouds - A Tairn/Sgaeyl piece for the Rider's Quadrant Summer Solstice Fic Exchange.

Measure Up - A Xaden/Dain piece for the Rider's Quadrant Summer Solstice Fic Exchange

How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

Nine

The Golden Dragons - My first ever fanfic, my baby! I had no idea what I was doing, I just started writing one day and this modern college AU has evolved. It's fun and I don't take this one too seriously, its a bit of satire and a lot of silly with a touch of serious.

My Adversary, My Abyss - An in-canon Mira/Syrena fic I began back in September as part of the Fourth Wing femslash week organized by @oh-no-its-dragons

One Manhattan - Modern Riorgail AU set in New York City. Co-authoring with @tegantales

Two Manhattans - Companion Piece to One Manhattan, sharing supporting character POV's.

XOXO, Aaric Graycastle - Basgiath's Gossip Column. A fun and silly series of tabloid style articles for Basgiath shenannigans.

Samara Man - Like Florida Man ... but at Samara. Spoiler: it always comes back to Garrick Tavis.

The Choreography of Combat - A series of one-shots of Bodhi Durran sexy sparring all the hot guys.

What was your favorite thing you wrote?

This is a really tough one. I love Golden Dragons b/c it is where my journey writing fanfic began ... but I wouldn't necessarily say it's my favorite thing I've written. Honestly, probably Chapter 6 of That Infamous Infantry Guy, it was my first time experimenting with writing something dark, and I love how it turned out.

What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

Probably The Music of The Night. It was my first time writing something that was really inspired by music and incorporating it's lyrics into the prose. It ended up being far more poetic than my usual works and is very dark and twisted. But I loved how it turned out so much.

Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

I was definitely surprised how much I loved writing Music of the Night, I wasn't sure how this Violet/Varrish pairing was going to come together, but once the idea came to me, the words just poured out of me.

I think the fandom's reaction to One Manhattan surprised me the most. I mean, I knew it would be fun and a wild ride, but I didn't expect so many people to take the ride with us and that has been awesome!

Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

Definitely My Adversary, My Abyss. Though the response to it has been small, it's been SO positive. The comments and messages I've gotten about it have been some of the most supportive and appreciative I've ever received. There's a lot of M/M fic in the fandom, but there really isn't much in the way of F/F so i am very determined and motivated to finish this one!

Who is an artist that inspired you?

Both @oh-no-its-dragons and @ann7av have created fan art based off of my works and if that isn't inspiration to keep writing, I don't know what is!! The fact that I wrote something that inspired artists to create absolutely blows my mind in the BEST possible way. It's the most wonderful thing, isn't it, to continue inspiring one another with our creations?

A shout out also to @lunatrixart for her amazing Tairn & Sgaeyl piece she created for the Rider's Quadrant Winter Solstice exchange. I started following her after I was assigned her as my giftee - I love how the exchange introduced me to so many creative and inspiring authors and artists!

Who is an author that inspired you?

I have met some really incredible authors this year in the Fourth Wing fanfic fandom through AO3 and the RQ Discord Server. Though, I have to call out @ubiquitouslyme because her Xaden Year 3 is the first fanfic I ever read. It was what I discovered when looking for a cure for my FW/IF book hangover, and it led me here! And for that, I will be forever grateful.

Additional shout out to Lydi (who's tumblr name is escaping me) for bringing me into the RQ Discord Server and introducing me to the fandom in a deeper way!

There are just too many authors to count because everyone inspires me in one way or another! I appreciate every comment, every encouraging word, every kudo, every meme, and just all our general discussions. Thank you to this fandom for welcoming me with open arms, it's been such a wonderful journey!

Who is a new author you discovered?

Well, I am so new to this fandom that literally everyone is a new author to me! So can I just say, all the authors of the Empyrean Fandom? There's just so much talent here it's unreal. This is such a tough one because there are so many on the RQ server.

@overjoyedisland @lizardsrunfastt @fantasywithkassidyy @thoughtsaboutshowsows @suebswrites @yanny-77 @shipmistress9 @greeneyedwildthing @pillowqueen26 @sarcasticmothwrites @oh-no-its-dragons @june-s-pumpkins @tegantales @hockeyspiral23 @siobhanbooks @essjaywrites Mint (who's tumblr name I don't know) and everyone else I may have forgotten because I'm terrible with tumblr and don't know everyone's names on this platform (yet)

Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

I did!

I've been writing One Manhattan and Two Manhattans with @tegantaless. I am not actually sure how it started, I think one of us was like, "Hey, I like your writing, we should write something together" and the other responded "Yes, same. I'm in!" and then we just did. It clicked for us immediately, and it's been so easy to co-author together. It kind of snowballed from there - we've now met IRL and have probably 100K words and three different published works between us in just a couple months?

What accomplishments are you proudest of?

I have three things I'm most proud of this year:

I started writing. Period. Hard Stop. I've never written anything creatively before and just decided to try it and see what happens. To say I've surprised myself is an understatement.

As someone who had never read smut or fantasy before 2023, I have now written both. To say it was intimidating when I started would be an understatement, but I'm so glad I went for it!

I pushed myself beyond what I was initially comfortable with. I've now written smut, m/m, f/f, poly, fluff, angst, and some super dark stuff. It's hard for me to believe I started writing fanfic for the first time in May!

What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

That nothing is perfect. That every chapter doesn't have to top the last. That sometimes you just need to build out the story. That it's okay to walk away from something if you need a break or aren't feeling inspired, your writing will be better for it.

What is your advice?

Write what makes YOU happy! Write for yourself, not everyone else.

Connect with your readers! One of the things that brings me the most joy as a writer is interacting with those who follow my work. I love it so much, that my first fic, The Golden Dragons, turned into an interactive fic where I have surveys and linkouts embedded and then draw from those responses to make it more interactive.

Support each other! I am a very slow reader, but I try to read as much as I can because I enjoy both the stories and supporting the other wonderful authors in this fandom!

What are your creative goals for 2025?

Finish my current Empyrean WIPs, flesh out Mile High Club into a multi-chapter AU fic, complete one original fiction.

Write at least one piece for another fandom. I'm coming for you @acourtofladydeath

#fourth wing fanfic #empyrean fanfic #iron flame fanfic #fourth wing #fourth wing fic #iron flame #ao3 fanfic #2024 round up

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firstdivisiongirl · 1 month ago

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Hello. It is I, Sissy, to request the remaining Christmas prompts. I would like 1 for Kid from One Piece, 6 for Hanma from Tokyo Revengers, 12 for Big Baji from Windbreaker, 22 for Nieri from Windbreker with the movie being Die Hard, 24 for Mitsyua from Tokyo Revengers. Thanks!

Hi and thank you Sissy!!!! I’m starting off with Hanma because why not lol! These were all fun. I’ll tell you happy holidays in person but please enjoy!!!

Day 11: Shuji Hanma x Reader: Do People Even Use Nutcrackers?

Hanma looked around your house at all the Christmas decorations. Boy was it fancy. Each room had beautiful garland draped along the dark wooden furniture. The tree was perfectly decorated. It looked like a Christmas card had come to life right before his own eyes. “Place looks good, babe,” he said, looking around and picking up stuff to look at.

“Thank you,” you said before kissing his cheek, “it took forever to decorate, but I’m happy with it.” Hanma kept looking and something caught his eye, “do people even use them?” He picked one or the seven up. It was so intricate and beautifully painted, nothing he’s ever seen or had in his life.

“I don’t know. Take one. You can put it in your home and make it a little festive for the holidays!”

He laughs and picks one up.

It was a cold night. It was quiet too. A little too quiet. “Hey punk,” one voice said coming from the shadows, “give us your money!”

Shuji laughed, “you messed with the wrong person tonight.”

The two fought, but this guy was not fighting fair. He had a metal pipe. But sadly for Shuji, all he had was a nutcracker. He dodged and blocked the hits from the pipe as much as he could, getting a few punches and kicks in himself. After a while, Hanma was able to knock the pipe off of the guys with a kick. Hanma couldn’t go after to grab the pipe though. Who knows what this guy had up his sleeve, so he did what he could. He smashed the nutcracker into the guy's face with as much force as he could. The guy crashed into a dumpster, knocked out cold.

Hanma looked at his now smashed nutcracker “Looks like you can still use a nutcracker,” he laughed as he headed home.

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utapri-translations-uuuu · 3 months ago

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Makoto ni Tsuki Michite - Lyrics + Translation (誠に月満ちて)

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

Kanji:

(掲げよ生き様を)

【Ei】退く者は皆　刃に掛けよう

【Va】英雄になれずとも

(構わない)

【Ya】目の前の日常を　守り抜くため

【Va】平和な世を創る

(懸命に)

【Ej】蕾のまま枯らせはしない

【Sh】命など惜しみなく賭して

【Ng】貫き通せよ士道

【Ki】本懐を遂げるために

【All】いざ往け

【All】 (此処に) 泥臭く舞う

(嗚呼) 今宵は新月

(嗚呼) 悲願を告げる

(嗚呼) 一途に

(応) 遠く果てない

(嗚呼) 未来を求め

(嗚呼) 信じた道へ

(嗚呼) 切っ先を向け

光は見えずとも

七彩の正義たちが　足元を照らすだろう

【Ei】互いに語り合った夢は褪せずに

【Va】憧れが連れ立った

(志)

【Ya】誰一人逃がさねぇ悪には天罰を

【Va】誠は不滅だと

(指し示せ)

【Ej】邪魔する者は誰だろうと

【Sh】容赦なく斬り捨てるまで

【Ng】この目で確かめたい

【Ki】後ろ指さされようと

【All】理想郷を

【All】 (幾度) 稽古に励み

(嗚呼) 競い合うように

(嗚呼) 駆け抜けた日々

(嗚呼) ひたすらに

(応) 燃ゆる残陽

(嗚呼) 期待ではなく

(嗚呼) 信じていよう

(嗚呼) 満ちる月を

明日もまた同じ横顔を見たいと願う

倒れても這い上がれ

【All】 (集え) 浅葱を纏い

(鳴呼) 死をも恐れぬ

(鳴呼) 覚悟で挑む

(嗚呼) 再ひ

(応) 相まみえるは

(鳴呼) 地獄だろうか

(時呼) それも一興

(鳴呼) 縁固く

散りゆく刹那まで誇り高く在りたいと

背中を預け合って

Rōmaji:

(Kakageyo ikizama o)

【Ei】 Shirizoku mono wa mina yaiba ni kakeyō

【Va】 Eiyū ni narezu tomo

(Kamawanai)

【Ya】 Me no mae no nichijō o mamorinuku tame

【Va】 Heiwa na yo o tsukuru

(Kenmei ni)

【Ej】 Tsubomi no mama karase wa shinai

【Sh】 Inochi nado oshiminaku toshite

【Ng】 Tsuranukitōseyo shidō

【Ki】 Honkai o togeru tame ni

【All】 Iza yuke

【All】 (Koko ni) Dorokusaku mau

(Aa) Koyoi wa shingetsu

(Aa) Higan o tsugeru

(Aa) Ichizu ni

(Ou) Tōku hatenai

(Aa) Mirai o motome

(Aa) Shinjita michi e

(Aa) Kissaki o muke

Hikari wa miezu tomo

Shichisai no seigi tachi ga ashimoto o terasu darō

【Ei】 Tagaini katariatta yume wa asezu ni

【Va】 Akogare ga tsuredatta

(Kokorozashi)

【Ya】 Dare hitori nigasanē aku ni wa tenbatsu o

【Va】 Makoto wa fumetsu da to

(Sashishimese)

【Ej】 Jama suru mono wa dare darō to

【Sh】 Yōshanaku kiri suteru made

【Ng】 Kono me de tashikametai

【Ki】 Ushiro yubi sasareyō to

【All】 Risōkyō o

【All】 (Ikudo) Keiko ni hagemi

(Aa) Kisoiau yō ni

(Aa) Kakenuketa hibi

(Aa) Hitasura ni

(Ou) Moeyuru zan'yō

(Aa) Kitai de wa naku

(Aa) Shinjiteiyō

(Aa) Michiru tsuki o

Ashita mo mata onaji yokogao o mitai to negau

Taorete mo haiagare

【All】 (Tsudoe) Asagi o matoi

(Aa) Shi o mo osorenu

(Aa) Kakugo de idomu

(Aa) Futatabi

(Ou) Aima mieru wa

(Aa) Jigoku darō ka

(Aa) Sore mo ikkyō

(Aa) Enishi kataku

Chiriyuku setsuna made hokori takaku aritai to

Senaka o azukeatte

Translation:

(Proudly display your way of life)

【Ei】 Those who retreat shall be met with the blade

【Va】 Even if I cannot become a hero,

(It makes no difference)

【Ya】 To protect the everyday life before my eyes,

【Va】 I will create peaceful times

(With all my might)

【Ej】 I won’t let the bud wither before it blooms

【Sh】 I will stake my life without hesitation

【Ng】 And stick to the samurai code until the end

【Ki】 In order to fulfill our long-cherished ambition,

【All】 Now, go forth!

【All】 (Here) We dance with a gritty resolve

(Ah) Tonight, the new moon

(Ah) Announces our ardent wish

(Ah) Single-mindedly

(Oh) Seeking a distant,

(Ah) Endless future

(Ah) I point my blade toward

(Ah) The path I believe in

Even if no light is visible,

The seven colors of justice will surely illuminate my way

【Ei】 The dreams we spoke of together never faded,

【Va】 Our (ambition) was fueled

By our yearning

【Ya】 No one will be spared from divine punishment for evil

【Va】 (We’ll demonstrate that)

Integrity is inextinguishable

【Ej】 No matter who gets in my way,

【Sh】 I will cut them down without mercy

【Ng】 I want to see it with my own eyes

【Ki】 Even if I’m blamed and criticized,

【All】 I will pursue an ideal society

【All】 (Countless) Days passed by,

(Ah) Pushing ourselves in training,

(Ah) As if competing with each other

(Ah) Let’s not simply hope for

(Oh) The afterglow of

(Ah) The sun burning brightly,

(Ah) But believe in

(Ah) The full moon

I wish to see that same profile tomorrow as well

Even if you fall, rise again

【All】 (Gather) Clad in light blue,

(Ah) Unafraid of even death,

(Ah) We challenge with determination

(Ah) Will our

(Oh) Next encounter

(Ah) Be in Hell?

(Ah) That too would be okay

(Ah) We’re bound by fate

Until the moment we die, I want to stand proud,

Entrusting our backs to one another

#uta no prince sama #utapri #translation #english #he★vens #heavens #eiichi otori #kira sumeragi #nagi mikado #eiji otori #van kiyuin #yamato hyuga #shion amakusa #theme song #shinsengumi

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kirathehyrulian · 7 months ago

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Non-Challenge Art: 🔥🏚️Cinnamon Dust🏚️🔥

(Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least, please give me credit.)

Description: Female Lucifer!Sam dressed in a white wedding dress and rose flower crown with lace veil, holding a bouquet, standing on a cliff edge above a dilapidated burning city.

(For better viewing on desktop, click the image, then right click the enlarged image, and then click “open image in new tab”.)

For more stuff from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr or my AO3.

👇( wip screenshots and notes below the cut) 👇

For more detailed notes: [AO3 link]

Art Notes: For a long while I've wanted to try my hand at female Sam. So, I started this attempt last year in early November and worked on it till late December. Then I just couldn't work on it anymore. It wasn't until late June this year that I started feeling hopeful about this work again.

I'm a little worried I might have squashed instead of cultivated my art drive some more, because I struggled to finish this. But oh well. I'm done working on this. I did what I could muster and I accept the end results. I kind of want to make a Female Michael!Dean companion piece... but I don't know how likely that it for me to do.

WIP Screenshots:

Nov 1-Dec 29 then June 19-July 6th. So, 77-ish days working on and off this.

The references I looked at while drawing: Tumblr- Fem!Sam/Jared face app pics Google Images- og Jared/Sam pics Adrianne Palicki pics (mostly the ones with her wearing a red dress) women in wedding dresses holding bouquets women in high heels fire dystopian cities cliff edges

Musical inspiration: Lana Del Rey- Cinnamon Girl Lana Del Rey- Burning Desire Lana Del Rey- Body Electric I Monster- Who is She? Egzod & Maestro Chives - Royalty ft. Neoni Chris Grey - Let The World Burn Indila - Derniere Danse Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix) // slowed + reverb by Psycor Legends Never Die (Against teh Current) // slowed/reverb by Chewy ft Pixsy Lacrimosa - Slowed and kinda terrifying by Mony PG Rammstein - Sonne [SLOWED] best part by the_phonkface Farben - Orange Sector (slowed to perfection + reverb) by Suei After Dark X Sweater Weather (ultra slowed N reverbed) by OrdinaryVibes

And I think that's everything for now.💀

Enjoy, if you can♥♥♥

#spn fanart #fem!sam #female!sam #lucifer!sam #genderbend au #sam winchester #sam winchester appreciation #myart

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multific · 2 years ago

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Say Yes

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: A short piece about love.

For you, I would go to the highest mountain and jump.

For you, I would go to the deepest ocean and drown.

For you, I would go to any city and claim the throne.

For you, I would go to find any beast or man to fight them.

For you, I would go and burn any city, town or village.

For you, I would give up my title.

For you, I would burn down the seven kingdoms.

For you, I would fight any God.

For you, My Love, I'd die.

For your kiss, I would take my own life.

For your smile, I would cut my other eye out.

For your touch, I would give up my future.

For you, My Love, I'd give anything.

"Would you live for me, Aemond?" your voice came, gentle as a butterfly.

For you, My Y/N, I would live thousands of lives, and in each, I would prove my undying love and devotion for you. Over and over again.

For you, I'd live happily, and stay by your side every day. I would wake up every morning, seeing you next to me, I would be the happiest man alive. I would fall asleep knowing I can protect you.

For you, My Lady, I would die, I would live, and I would give anything.

I love you deeply. I am just a pathetic man in your presence, but I will grow into someone you can be proud of. Someone you will be proud to call your husband.

I hope you believe me when I say these things, Love. I hope you know I mean all of it.

And I hope you will agree and become my wife, as it would make me the happiest to call you mine and for you to call me yours.

Would you consider my offer, My Lady? I do not need an answer right away. I just wished for you to know.

"Why not ask my father?" you asked again.

Your father is not you. You shall be the only one to agree and give yourself to someone else. You and you alone shall make the decision.

I came to ask you, to prove my words are true and my feelings are real.

"I wish to marry you, Aemond."

Truly? Will you really?

"Yes." your smile was wide. Seeing a smile creep onto his face. As he stepped closer, pulling to into him, with your hands on his chest, he softly spoke.

I promise you happiness, love and joy. My Princess shall be happy until the end of time. And then, in our next lives, I will be able to find you and fall in love with you all over again.

"Let's focus on this life now." you suggested as you felt his heartbeat under his clothes. His heartbeat was just as hard and determined as his words were. Filled with hope and love.

I shall agree.

- And with that, he placed a long kiss to your lips, knowing your father will agree to your marriage, he had nothing to fear, he had you now. And now, he can prove that his promises are true, he can start a new life with you.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years ago

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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: GO TOUCH SOME GRASS SLUTS. -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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TWENTY-FOUR.

You decided you never wanted kids after working with the ones at UA, but little sleepy Eri curled up on the couch with you beginning to change your mind.

“But I’m not even tiiiired,” she whines. Her head is in your lap, her silver locks of long hair splayed out on the couch and over your leg. On the TV, the movie “Sing”–another movie Eri is obsessed with–is playing on mute.

“Eri, honey, you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle, stroking her hair out of her face. “C’mon and let your daddy put you to bed. Besides, Nea needs a sleeping buddy, doesn’t she?”

Nea is curled up in a chair in the corner of the room, completely at ease judging by how quiet she is. You swear that you could die from cuteness right now. You knew Nea and Eri would get along well from the way she gave Nea her dinner of cat kibble before she made up a plate of pizza for her own.

‘Such a sweetheart!’ you had cooed in your head, pressing a hand to your heart.

Tonight was by far the best night you’ve had in a while. Just spending the night watching movies with Eri, snuggled up with Aizawa on the couch with some pizza and wine for the adults, was enough to fill you with all the joy you’ve been craving for days now. You felt so complete with Aizawa’s arm slung around you, the other around Eri, and Nea racing across the floor with her new sparkly balls that Aizawa complained about stepping on later.

With the three of them, you felt at home. You know that it’s stupid and way too soon, but you couldn’t deny the content feeling that washed over you when you felt Aizawa’s stubble when he pecked you on the head during the first movie and heard the giggle of Eri when Nea jumped up in front of the TV. You love seeing them happy and it surprises you how much you want to be a part of that happiness.

“Are we still seeing Across The Spider-verse tomorrow?” Eri mumbles sleepily as you continue to stroke her head.

“Yes, tomorrow afternoon; just like Daddy promised. He already bought the tickets.” You had also promised to go with them, pushing all of your errands to the morning just to go with them.

Eri turns over, facing you now with her eyes closed. “Yaaaay,” Eri tiredly groans, raising her arms in the air. You giggle, seeing Aizawa exit the kitchen from the corner of your eye. “Here’s your daddy. Off to bed, you go.”

Aizawa approaches you with a wink and scoops Eri up into his arms with ease. “C’mon, pumpkin," he coaxes, earning the cutest little mewl in response as Nea jumps down from the chair and proceeds to totter after him.

Once they are in Eri’s bedroom and the door is closed, you pause the movie and venture off into the kitchen. Your bare feet pad against the floor, your shoes set neatly beside the door. You came straight over here after leaving Nemuri’s dorm, not wanting to waste any time not being here.

The kitchen is spotless and clean all except for the table where a half-empty bottle of wine sits and the sink which is full of dishes and utensils from dinner. You immediately begin working on cleaning them, squeezing some Dawn soap into a sponge and running the hot water.

You start off on the utensils since they’re the easiest to do and are just about finished with them when you hear Aizawa’s footsteps behind you. “You ain’t have to do that,” he says disapprovingly. “I can handle my own dishes.” You shake your head, placing some squeaky-clean and wet spoons on the drying rack. “It’s no trouble. You were putting Eri to bed anyway.”

He comes up beside you, taking his own sponge and squirting some soap in it. “How’d she go down?” you ask as he takes a plate streaked in pizza sauce and cheese. Probably Eri’s. You watch him as he cleans the plate, noticing the healed, white scars on his skin and the one vein in the top of his hand. It must be the wine, but you can't help but want them on you.

“She was already out by the time I put her under the covers,” he chuckles. “She and Nea are snuggled up like they’ve known each other for years.” You smile at this, knowing deep in your heart that Nea was the one. “Thank you again for that,” he softly says, gazing at you as he runs hot water over the plate and then places it in the drying rack next to you. When he reaches his arm across you, his cologne drifts off of him, making your mind hazy.

“Don’t thank me, Shouta,” you lightly laugh as you grab your own plate. “It was my pleasure to do that for you and Eri. I’m sure Nea will be a great addition to your little family.” You expect Aizawa to agree or say something more, but instead, he is completely silent. You also notice that he pauses in his dish-washing too.

You lower your plate down into the sink as you glance at him. He is staring down at his hands, an unreadable expression on his face. “Shouta?” you softly ask, confused at his change in mood.

He glances at you with those charcoal eyes, making your stomach flutter. He pushes himself away from the sink and runs a hand down his face, visibly conflicted. “Sorry,” he wryly chuckles. “I just can’t seem to shake the thought of you being here with us. It just feels…right somehow.”

Your heart leaps at the saccharine words coming from his lips though you can’t believe he is really saying such things. This has to be a dream. It just has to be! You can barely believe it even when he takes your hands into his, holding them gently.

“I don’t wanna freak you out or run you off, but I wanna let you know how I’m feeling,” he confesses. It was so hard not seeing you or having you here for all those weeks. I was so sure what we had was ruined.” The corner of his lips curl into a delighted smile. “But seeing that little fur ball outside my door was all the answer I needed to realize that things could be right between us again.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, making your eyes flutter closed and your ears twitch in delight. “I love having you here,” he whispers. A response is on your tongue before you can even think of one. It’s so natural to you. “And I love being here,” you whisper back. You can’t resist cupping his stubbled cheeks into your hands and planting one on him, his plump, pink lips irresistible to you.

He groans appreciatively into the kiss as your lips dance with one another, no fight for dominance needed. He places his hands on your hips to bring you close, emitting a content and needy sigh from your lips. You didn’t realize how touch-starved you were until he stormed into Nemuri’s dorm earlier and kissed you so passionately. You’ve missed him, and you promise to show him tonight if he lets you.

He suddenly pulls away, his eyes darker than usual and his lips plumper from the kiss. “Y’know, there’s still some wine left,” he murmurs, nodding at the bottle on the table.

With a wordless nod and a grin, Aizawa grabs two wine glasses from the drying rack and the bottle before venturing into the living room with you in tow. When he goes to sit on the couch, you don’t follow him.

As you stand in the threshold of the living room, watching Aizawa's giant self settle onto the couch and pour you a glass, you realize that this is the first time you’ve ever spent the night over at Aizawa’s dorm out of your cat form. You never once spent the night here when you first started dating in respect of Eri and his duty as a father.

It was one thing to spend the night here as their pet, but now? As Aizawa’s girlfriend and rekindling your relationship with him? It fills you with a hint of dread and anxiety that continue to grow as you stand like an idiot near the kitchen as if you’ll jet inside of it any minute now.

But when Aizawa gazes at you from across the room, you know that that isn’t happening anytime soon. He settles back onto the couch, his legs spread deliciously wide and his eyes hooded. “Come here,” he coos, his finger beckoning you over. “Come sit with me.”

He could’ve asked you to help him hide a body and you would come running, ready to do whatever he asked of you. With your tail embarrassingly straight up behind you, you tentatively walk over and join him on the couch. He gives you your wine glass and you clink them against each other, toasting to whatever before sipping on the fruity liquid.

You don’t know how long it takes you two to finish the whole bottle, but when you finally do, you’re feeling warm, tingly, and in need of him. He must feel the exact same way because he won’t keep his hands off of you, whether he is gently stroking your knee or brushing your hair behind your ear, chuckling when it twitches at the feeling of his fingers brushing against the fur. With every small touch, heat pools in between your legs and your senses heighten with the smell, taste, sight, and feeling of him.

You don’t know when you two start kissing, but when it starts, you can’t stop. You’re now on top of him, your knees on either side of him as you straddle his lap. His groin presses against your panty line which is becoming more soaked with every skillful move of his soft lips against yours and his large hands pawing at your ass.

Your arms are wrapped around him tighter than a vice, refusing to let go even for a second. You’re so afraid that if you do this moment will disappear. He will disappear. No matter how solid and warm he feels against you, you need to know he won’t leave. You need so much more of him.

He groans softly as he pulls away from your lips to take in a breath, his hooded eyes gazing up at you.

“Bedroom?” he breathlessly asks against your lips. You press against them again, your kiss passionate and hurried like the two of you can’t get enough of one another. You frantically nod at his proposal, shamelessly grinding your hips against his groin. “Please,” you whimper, swooping down to press kisses against his neck and jawline.

He moans at your lips on his skin, the sound traveling straight to your pussy. “Lemme just fix it up a bit and I’ll call you in,” he huskily whispers. You pause and lean away to look down at him, wondering if he’s serious. Your pussy is practically crying for him and he’s worried about cleaning up a bedroom?

“Don’t be impatient, kitty,” he chortles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It’ll only be five minutes.”

You whine like a toddler as he places you off of his lap and on the couch, plopping you down. Though your body is flaring with impatience, you can’t help the adoration you feel for the man for wanting to clean up his bedroom before you dirty it up again. He gets off of the couch and straightens out his shirt before glancing at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.

“Five minutes,” you firmly say, playfully scowling up at him. “That’s what you said.”

He smirks down at you, crossing his index finger in front of his middle one. “Promise.” Then he is off to his room and leaving you on his couch, hot, bothered, and in desperate need of water.

Though the glass of cool water does wonders for your throat, it does nothing to soothe the ache between your legs. You realize how much five minutes can feel like five eternities as you sit on the couch, your fingers rubbing your panty-covered slit and your nose in Aizawa’s pillow, smelling his shampoo and cologne (much to your embarrassment). You become delirious, wanting to break down his closed door and drag him to the bed himself. Doesn’t he know not to make a horny woman wait? You’re just about ready to go feral on his ass.

“Come on in, baby!” he finally calls through the crack in the door. A humongous sigh of relief leaves your body before you pop up as fast as a Jack-in-the-Box and proceed to sashay over to his bedroom door. You push open the door little by little, only seeing the dim light of the lamp by Aizawa’s bedroom.

“That was six minutes, by the way,” you tsk. “Makin’ a woman like me wait for some dick is just plain evil, Sho. I’m startin’ to think you’re a villain in the making or…”

Your words die in your throat when you get an eyeful of what waits for you behind Aizawa’s bedroom door. He lounges against his headboard, no article of clothing to be seen except for his briefs which have broken increasingly tighter due to the impressive, hardened bulge you see pushing against the thin, black fabric of his underwear.

His black locks cascade down his muscular shoulders and pecs where ink stretches across his tanned skin. Your eyes trail across each vein of his hands and arms; the pinkness and hardness of his nipples; the hooded, lustful nature of his gaze as he stares at you from across the room.

You’re so focused on him that you don’t even notice his scarves folded neatly at his bare feet, waiting for use.

You have to be dreaming. This is just too damn good to be true. You’ve had to have died at some point–maybe when Toyoma hung you off of that building or maybe when you fought Aqua Master and thought you survived–to be standing here staring at a piece of heaven.

Aizawa raises his arm to place behind his head, causing his bicep to bulge deliciously. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he croons, crooking his finger at you in a 'come hither' motion. You stand there, frozen, unable to move or speak. A knowing smirk curls onto his pink lips at your reaction. “C’mon now, I don’t bite…at least not very hard.”

Still, you don’t move. Though your pussy is dripping like it’s a faucet, it’s like your brain has shut off and isn’t telling your limbs to move. Aizawa cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Why so shy all of the sudden, kitty?” he chuckles. “You weren't this quiet when you were givin’ my lip just a few seconds ago. Such an impatient girl.”

He tuts disapprovingly as he rises from the headboard, causing his muscles to ripple and flex with every move he makes. “Good things come to those who wait, don’t you know?”

He lets out of the bed and slowly walks towards you, taking his sweet time while he’s at it. Your mouth opens and closes as if you can’t get enough air in your lungs. Your brain desperately attempts to grasp for a word instead of silence, but all that comes out is a weak stutter of, “I-I…”

Aizawa lightly laughs at your adorable reaction to his sexiness, stopping in front of you. “Damn, you think I’m that fine?” he snorts. “I’m flattered, baby, but if you’re not gonna talk, I’ll just have to make you, won’t I?”

A dangerous gleam appears in his eye before he closes the gap between your bodies. His lips are on yours again and his hands find your ass, squeezing it. Your hands find his hair, your fingers stroking through the soft locks as your lips move hungrily against his.

Though his kiss is passionate, it’s also starved. Feral. Sloppy. His tongue slips and slides against yours, saliva swirling in one mouth and slipping in another.

When you pull away to breathe, he pulls you back in with his lips sucking gently on your tongue. You whimper, the act making your pussy gush and cry for more. Much, much more.

Aizawa is ready to give all of that to you. Wordlessly, he pulls away and begins to strip you. He starts by taking off your blouse first, untying the string holding it together at the nape of your neck, and then sliding the straps down your shoulders. He leans in to pepper your shoulder blades and neck in kisses as his fingers stroke your skin, pulling your blouse down your hips.

Soft moans leave your mouth as you hold him close, your fingers enjoying the ripple of his back muscles. Every touch of his lips leaves a trail of fire in their wake.

He then pulls away and unhooks your bra, groaning deeply at the sight of your breasts spilling out of the cups. He doesn’t touch or taste them though, much to your dismay. Instead, he busies himself getting you out of your bottoms. You kick off your socks as he works to pop the button and unzip the zipper to your shorts before pulling them down your legs.

You are now left in your pretty, laced, black panties, your body hot and your heart pounding. Aizawa straightens up before you, his charcoal eyes searching your face. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his large hands cupping your face. Liquid lava is flowing through you, threatening to burn a hole in you as you stare into his eyes. All you see is safety.

“Yes, sir,” you softly answer, a smile playing on your lips.

Aizawa inhales deeply as if he was expecting another reply. “Then kneel on the bed with your arms crossed behind your back,” he orders. “I’m just gonna tie your wrists, but if you want your ankles tied, just let me know.”

You nod, signaling that you understand. He gives your ass an encouraging smack and nods over to the bed. “Go ‘head,” he coaxes you.

You do as he says, slowly walking over to the bed and climbing onto the cool, navy blue comforter. You know for a fact that you’re going to be staining it up and make a mental note to help Aizawa with dry cleaning later. You kneel on the bed and cross your wrists behind your back, your shoulders relaxed and your body trembling in anticipation.

Especially when you hear Aizawa’s soft footsteps pad behind you. With every creak of the floorboards beneath him, signaling him getting closer to you, your ears twitch and your heartbeat pumps in your ears: Boom. Boom. Boom. The anticipation is killing you, slowly getting the best of you.

Finally, Aizawa sits behind you, causing the mattress to dip slightly under his weight. He is silent as he takes his scarves into his hands and proceeds to tie your wrists behind your back.

Though he is gentle and careful, you can’t help but gasp with each tug of the scarf on your arms. His fingers then work expertly to securely tie a finishing knot, successfully interlocking your wrists on top of one another. Once finished, you wiggle your fingers to make sure you can still feel everything and move.

He sits up behind you, his hand brushing your hair away from your ear. “Comfortable, kitty?” he softly asks. You slowly nod, biting your bottom lip at the delicious scent of his cologne. “Good. Now bend over.”

Trembling from the authority in his deep, baritone voice, you do as he says and lean down until you’re bent over for him and your ass is in his face. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your cheeks hanging out of your little, lace thong that you’re so glad you wore. He wastes no time pulling them down your legs and off of your ankles before pressing his face into your ass.

And I mean, literally pressing his face into your ass.

He stuffs his entire face between your cheeks and nuzzles them before peppering them in wet kisses, his fingers massaging the globes of fat to your liking. You moan and lightly laugh as he does so, not realizing how much of an ass man he truly is until now.

He then pulls away and sucks on his index and middle fingers before lightly sliding them along your slit. You whimper at his touch, having no choice but to dig your nails into your palms. If your hands weren't tied, you’d grip the sheets. “Shit, babe,” he hisses, his hot breath fanning your ass. “You’re fuckin’ soaked for me. All of this for me?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimper in response. “All of it, Master.”

In response to this, he begins to rub your slit a little bit more, applying just the slightest bit of pressure that sends sparks of pleasure into your clit as his fingertips caress it. “Fuck, Shouta,” you moan, your voice bouncing off of the bedroom walls. You arch your back into his touch, pushing your ass out more for him.

Aizawa chortles from behind you, still rubbing your clit and emitting wet sounds from your sobbing, wet cunt. “Impatient as usual,” he tuts. “That won’t do.”

Before you can even sense it with your quirk senses, his hand is coming down to roughly smack you on the ass. A loud gasp leaves your lips and you quickly bite your lip to avoid getting any louder. You don’t want to wake Eri.

Smack!

His hand comes down again, causing your ears to raise straight in the air and your tail to curl in ecstasy. “Naughty kitty,” he chuckles darkly. “You’re gettin' off on this shit.”

Smack!

You bite back a moan, only a choked whimper leaving your lips as his calloused hand comes down yet again onto your behind. He groans at the way it jiggles from his hand’s aggressive contact with it and takes a handful of it to jiggle around himself. “Fuck,” he growls. “All of this for me? You’re too generous to me, baby.”

You softly whine in desperation, your pussy screaming for attention. As if knowing how desperate your body is for attention, he moves in to swipe his tongue along your slit before swirling the muscle around your sensitive little clit.

You gasp, pleasure coursing through you the more he moves his tongue and lips along your pussy, whether he swirls his tongue around your clit or nudges his nose against it as he slowly parts your lips with his tongue, gently fucking you with it.

You immediately turn your face into the bed, muffling your screams of pleasure. “God, Shouta!” you whine, losing your God-loving mind. It’s even more intense from the fact that you can’t move your hands, the binds you’re restrained with adding to your heightened pleasure. It turns you on to be helpless like this, at the mercy of your boyfriend.

That’s right…Aizawa is your boyfriend now. The idea of it is so absurd to you, like a dream that doesn’t quite make sense. Though it feels strange to calm him such a thing, especially after months of wondering if he’d ever look your way, it feels damn good.

But you know something that feels even better: his mouth. He knows how to work it, alternating between tongue-fucking you and using his lips to gently suckle on your pussy lips, moaning as he does.

“You’re so cute like this,” he says between flicks of his tongue, humming as he does so. “I wanna see more of this from you.” His hands then move to your ass, spreading them apart as you moan in response at the feeling. “You ever had your ass eaten before, baby?” he huskily asks.

Your eyes widen immediately at the question. ‘Da fuck?’ you think. He’s an ass man like that?

“N-No,” you stutter, moving to look at him behind you. His hands are gripping your ass for dear life, spreading them apart, his eyes almost completely black with lust and hunger.

A crooked, devious smirk curls onto his lovely lips. “Well, you’re gonna tonight,” he tells you. “But let me know if it feels weird and I’ll stop, understand?”

You lick your dry lips, your body trembling in anticipation. “Yes, sir,” you softly reply, earning a kiss on your ass cheek.

Then he’s diving in and licking along your asshole, slightly stretching the tiny, puckered hole with his tongue. Your mouth falls agape at the feeling of being stretched there. You’ve never put anything in your ass for sexual pleasure before; let alone near it. You’re shocked at how good it feels; how it travels straight to your pussy and makes it gush along Aizawa’s fingers that rub against your slit.

“It feels good!” you moan, grinding your hips shamelessly into his mouth. “Kinda weird, but such a good weird.”

Aizawa chuckles, moving away from your ass with a soft, wet pop! “That’s what I like to hear,” he purrs. “Just relax, kitty. You deserve this. You’ve earned it.”

With that, he returns to your asshole as he slides one finger into your pussy. You scream into the mattress as the long digit curls up to glide against your G-spot, sliding in and out of your pussy as his tongue flicks along your asshole, coating it in saliva. After several torturous minutes, he finally moves his mouth back down to your clit and gently sucks on it while finger-fucking you. All the while, you are moaning, whining, and gushing around his finger and onto his mattress.

“I can tell you wanna cum,” he growls against your pussy. “Do it for me, kitty. Come on, you can do it. Don’t let me down.”

His finger moves a bit faster, relentlessly gliding up against your G-spot until you finally can’t hold back anymore. That chord in your body finally snaps and a choked moan of his name passes your lips as you cum all around his mouth and finger.

“Good girl!” he groans into your cunt, his words muffled. “Good kitty!”

The praise only makes the orgasm more intense as wave after wave of pleasure passes over you. You toss your ass back and whine your hips back into his face, desperate to keep this feeling going for as long as your body will allow you to. You’re seeing stars and having blank thoughts, nothing but Aizawa and the feeling he gives you in your head. It is by far the best orgasm you’ve had.

After what feels like forever, the feeling begins to fade and you’re filled with exhaustion as your orgasm pulls everything out of you. You plop facedown into the mattress, breathing heavily and twitching slightly as Aizawa gently removes his finger from your tight, cum-soaked pussy.

“That was beautiful to witness,” he sighs, sucking on his finger. He then gently strokes your back and tail, repeating this process as you recover.

After a while, your breathing finally levels out and you start to purr at the soothing feeling of Aizawa petting you. “Better now?” he chuckles from behind you. You wordlessly nod and pick up your foot to glide against his hardened cock in his briefs. “Want you in my mouth,” you murmur, salivating at the thought of tasting him.

Though Aizawa likes the feeling from the sighs he lets out, he pushes your tiny foot away from his cock. “Uh-uh, baby,” he tuts. “Not now, at least. As much as I’d love to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, I’m more interested in this here.”

He gently cups your overly-sensitive cunt, causing you to whimper at the contact. “I haven’t had this in weeks and I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t get it now.”

‘God, yes!’ you think, wanting the same thing. You don’t care if you just came or that you're still tingly from your orgasm. You want all of him inside of you. You want to make up for lost time. You also want to make this a night you’ll both remember.

“Before you do,” you softly say, “could you do something for me first?”

Aizawa hums in agreement in response, swooping down you pepper your ass and lower back in kisses. “Could you blindfold me please?” you boldly ask, swallowing back the nervous lump in your throat.

Aizawa’s kisses stop and you can feel his eyes burning a hole into you. “I’d like you to tie my ankles too,” you timidly add. “I just like being dominated by you, I guess.”

You begin to feel your body flush with embarrassment at your naughty requests. You know you shouldn’t feel embarrassed as Aizawa has never judged you for what you liked ever since you first started being sexual with one another, but it's still a weird experience. However, he is loving it. With his hands on your sides, he sits you back up until you’re staring into his eyes that are gleaming with adoration.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

And he does. He wastes not a second more––he takes one of his scarves and ties your ankles first before moving onto your eyes. You’re instantly cloaked in darkness, unable to see even the dim light of the lamp. “I can’t see anything,” you tell Aizawa, not that he asked but just wanting him to know.

Aizawa hums in approval. “Let me know if it’s too much,” he says, his deep voice relaxing your body and easing your anxiety.

This is the first time you’ve done something so daring, but it feels right to do it with him. You know for a fact that Aizawa will do anything to keep you safe and ensure that your protection is his utmost priority. You smell his cologne and naturally musky scent as he leans in to kiss you, the softness of his lips and wetness of his tongue making you moan longingly into his mouth.

He then moves behind you and takes hold of your hips, coaxing you to lean forward until the side of your face is mushed into the pillow. You stay like that with your knees planted firmly on the mattress and your hands tied behind your back.

Arching your back makes it more comfortable, and definitely more appealing for Aizawa’s eyes judging by the feeling of his bulge brushing against your thigh. “You sure you still want this?” he asks, sounding unsure. “You’re free to revoke consent at any moment, kitty, but I just wanna make sure before we do this.”

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “Yes,” you softly reply, the anticipation making you breathless. “I still want this.” You push your ass back into him, emitting a groan from his gorgeous mouth when your ass brushes against his hardened, fabric-covered cock. “Please fuck me, Master,” you mew. “Make up for lost time.”

Aizawa doesn’t need to be told twice. With a feral growl that comes from deep within his chest and sends shivers down your spine, you hear the sound of fabric shifting as he takes his briefs down. You then feel his hard cock press against your entrance, his shaft gliding across your sensitive clit and every nerve of your pussy that screams with pleasure.

You moan, loudly this time, and Aizawa shushes you. “You’ve gotta keep quiet, kitty,” he huffs. “You’ll wake Eri.” You frantically nod and bite your lip so hard that you swear you’ll draw blood.

You nearly do when Aizawa finally pushes himself inside of you, stopping to let you get used to the feeling of him stretching your pussy out after weeks of not having him. “Take your time, kitty,” he says, his voice strained from the pleasure. But still, he resists and holds completely still. “There’s no rush.”

It doesn't take much time for you to get used to the feeling of him again. You feel so full. And so complete. “Okay,” you exhale. “I’m okay.”

He immediately begins to slowly rock his hips into you, causing your body to move with him. Your tits sway underneath you and your ass bounces against his lower stomach with every soul-snatching thrust that has you seeing stars. “You like that?” he asks, gripping your hips a little tighter but not enough to draw bruises.

You moan longingly in response, desperate for more. Though his slow, merciless thrusts feel good, you know that you need it rougher. Harder. Faster. You need him to put your ass to sleep. Aizawa leans down to grip your chin, forcing you to look straight ahead and his cock to sink deeper into you.

A loud, strangled moan leaves your lips at the feeling of him now bottoming out inside of you. “Tell me what you want,” he growls into your ear. “Tell me what you need.”

“I-I need…” It is difficult to form words when his dick keeps stroking the gummy, gushy walls of your pussy like this, his balls swinging against your clit. His hand circles your throat, squeezing it just enough for you to feel it.

“Speak up,” he demands. “Tell me what you want, kitty cat.” You whimper desperately, conjuring every ounce of willpower to form a coherent sentence. “I want you to fuck me, Sho!” you sob out. “Please fuck me harder! I need it!”

Aizawa doesn't speak. He just does. He is a man of action, after all, so when you say you want it harder, you get it. He grips your hips, yanking you back against him, and proceeds to pump your poor little pussy full of his cock. His thrusts are hard, rough, and merciless, his balls slapping your clit and his stomach hitting your ass, emitting slapping sounds that are heard throughout the bedroom. His cock reaches every part of your pussy, gliding against your G-spot and stroking your walls that are quickly tightening at the feeling of him.

“This hard enough for you?” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Is this good enough, kitty?”

You moan into the mattress in response, screaming with every thrust. You can’t keep quiet. You can’t even speak. Words are nothing, your mind too blank to even comprehend a single sentence. You feel a hand suddenly take a chunk of your hair and grip it, causing your face to lift from the mattress.

You gasp at the sharp sting as Aizawa grips your hair, tugging your head back so he can reach you. “I asked you a question,” he growls into your ear. “Tell me what I wanna hear.”

“Yes!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes behind your blindfold. “Yes, it feels so good, Master! Please don’t stop!” Satisfied, he loosens his grip on your hair to lower you back down to the bed but doesn’t let go. He keeps a firm hold on your hair as he continues to beat your pussy black and blue until you’re babbling praise, encouraging him to keep going.

“So good, s-so good,” you groan into the mattress. “Please, please, keep going, p-please, please, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Aizawa doesn't stop at all. He continues his consistent, merciless thrusts, his hips bumping against your jiggling ass. His moans and grunts mingle with yours and the sloppy, lewd sounds that emit from his cock plunging inside of your cunt again and again. “Listen to that pussy,” he breathlessly snarls. “It's so wet from me…so wet from this shit. Such a naughty fuckin’ kitty.”

He takes one hand off of your hips to grip your shoulder and lifts his leg up as he pounds into you harder, chasing his orgasm. “Look at what you’re doin’ to me. Got me actin’ a fool for you.”

You suddenly feel something wrap around your neck, tight yet not enough to choke you. One of his scarves creates a makeshift collar around your throat, making the pleasure you're feeling even more intense.

"You've got a pretty lil' collar now," Aizawa growls. "This means you're mine. It's my scarf, so that makes you mine, you understand?"

You whine into the mattress as your own orgasm begins to quickly rise to the surface. You can feel it in your core and the way your clit is starting to swell. “Master,” you warn. “Shouta, I’m gonna cum soon. Gonna…gonna…”

“Do it,” Aizawa grunts. “Cum all over this dick, baby. I’m right behind you.” He continues to fuck you into his bed, turning your legs to jelly and your pussy to mush. “Gonna cum,” he babbles in a rough, gravely voice that makes your orgasm come a lot faster. “Gonna cum deep in this pussy.” That sends you right over the edge and he isn’t that far behind.

When your orgasm finally hits you, it hits you hard. It slams into you like a truck, the pleasure so overwhelming that you don’t make any kind of noise until a second later.

“Fuck!” you choke out, your mouth full of cotton from the comforter. You babble and sob nonsense into it, your testament to your overwhelmed ecstasy muffled by the comforter. Aizawa grips your hips for dear life as his body tenses and he cums deep inside of you, a luscious, orgasm-worthy moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he yelps, tossing his head back to the ceiling. Though you can’t see, he looks like Adonis with his chiseled pecs and abs glistening in sweat, his black hair cascading down his broad shoulders and back.

You gasp, feeling his warm cum pouring deep inside of your soaked pussy. There is so much––it drips down your thighs and coats the comforter below, leaving a stain that neither one of you can care about right now. Exhausted, you lose your arch and slump tiredly onto the bed, your limbs giving out on you.

Together, you and Aizawa breathe heavily as if you share one body, recovering from your shared orgasms. After a few slow strokes, Aizawa slowly pulls out of you and you weakly moan at the loss, your pussy twitching from the constant stimulation.

You feel his hand gently stroke your tail and backside, peppering your skin with soft kisses that have you mewing beneath him. You don’t move, too exhausted to do so, but he doesn’t make you. He knows he fucked the life out of you, but it isn’t without satisfaction or gratitude. You’ve never been more satisfied or happier in your life.

“What a way to make up, huh?” Aizawa breathlessly chuckles. You moan tiredly in response.

The rest of the night drags on in flashes of consciousness as you fall in and out of sleep. You feel Aizawa untie you from his scarves and take off your blindfold. He holds your face as your eyes adjust and the sight of him as the first thing you see is nothing short of heaven.

He presses soft kisses to your lips and whispers praise, talking about how good you were and how he’s never cum that hard in his life. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmurs against your sweat-soaked forehead. You don’t have enough energy to tell him the same.

At some point during aftercare, you feel him get out of bed to head to the bathroom and then return with a warm, wet, sudsy rag to clean his cum off of you. You want to tell him to leave it on, liking the feeling of smelling like him, but the warm water caressing your aching thighs and pussy feels too good to refuse. His fingers knead your ankles and wrists, rubbing out the ache that the binds left behind.

During all of this, you fall in and out of sleep, your body too tired to keep yourself awake for any of this. When he finally finishes easing your body down, he gets up again and returns with a soft blanket that feels like silk on your body. He also turns off the light, plunging you into blissful darkness.

You feel the bed dip as he lays beside you, his arms wrapping tightly around your smaller form. “Thank you,” he whispers to you. “Goodnight, kitty. Have the sweetest dreams. I’ll definitely have them now that you’re here.”

His sweet words cause a small smile to curl onto your lips, but you’re too tired to do anything more than that. Instinctively, you nuzzle him, marking him as yours as a cat would, claiming him all for yourself. He chortles, hugging you closer as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

When sleep finally comes again, you snuggle up close to your man and drift off with him, finally complete.

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heads up, seven up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people. reposting, as the reblog chains get long!

. . . . . . . Yup, I'm alive (just very, very busy lately) Anyway, I was tagged by my good friend and amazing artist @joyfuladorable and thought this sounded fun. ...It may also be a sort of apology from me for being gone/silent for so long. So! Rather than the last seven lines, here are seven little teasers from fics I've been chipping away at during the bit of downtime I have- when I'm not just playing some Animal Crossing to destress, that is. It's not necessarily the most recent for some of them, but parts that I think you'll enjoy without giving away too much. Enjoy! (Also, please keep in mind that as these are still being refined, there might be parts you see here that may not be present in the final product) ============== Title Pending (Rottmnt) ==============

Not for the first time tonight, Raph had to wonder how he'd gotten to this point.

"There," his companion hissed quietly- a word he never would have used to describe her before this moment.

He leaned over her shoulder and squinted at the figures walking below. "You sure that's them?"

"OF C-!" she choked back her yell and settled for a heated glare. "Yes I'm sure! I'd recognize those ugly outfits anywhere!"

"How can you even see them from so far away?"

"That's how ugly they are."

Despite himself, he snickered a bit. Once he settled down, he crossed his arms.

"You do know this whole thing is crazy, don't you?"

She grinned ferally. "Yep."

"And it's very likely that if we're caught, we'll either get arrested or- if you're right about all this -even die, right?"

"Yep."

"You're insane."

"So are you coming or not?" she asked impatiently.

He looked over the ledge again, watching as the people below continued loading trucks.

"Well, Raph's made it this far," he shrugged, allowing an easy smile to slip onto his face. "And I think I'm overdue for a bit of crazy myself. Let's do it."

"Hell yeah!" Cassandra- Casey, he corrected himself -cheered, pumping a fist. "Let's go, Red!"

The two of them jumped.

============== Dragon of the Sun (TMNT 2003) ============== "Hey, I'm fine! Really! It'd take a lot more than some crazy lizard and spoiled son to take me out!" "You have cracks in your shell. And while I'm sure Donatello has provided excellent care, you are going to the med bay." "...Yes, M'am." Raph snorted softly as he watched Ananda start dragging Mikey away, his little bro not having put up nearly as much of a fight with her as he had against him and Don back home. Then again, he wasn't really surprised either. Maybe it was because Mikey played such a big part in reconnecting her with her dad, which led to her joining the Justice Force, but it was clear that she had a huge soft spot for him.

"And you're positive that there was no lasting damage?" And it seemed like she wasn't the only one. He turned to face Silver Sentry, the usually calm man also watching them go with furrowed brows and a frown. "Not that we could see," Raph sighed. "From what I've gotten him to tell me, he needs to take it easy for a couple more weeks, but he should be fine after that. Let's just hope nothing happens until then." And he really would hope this time. Usually he was itching for a fight within a few days, but if it meant Mike going out to fight before he was fully recovered? No way. Silver Sentry gave a sigh of his own. "And here I thought we could avoid this very thing by only making him an honorary member." ============== Turning Back Time (Linked Universe) ==============

"Hey, Time, do you have any other masks?"

Wind's question immediately caught the group's attention as they settled down to eat. Warriors looked up, admittedly curious as to how he would respond, especially since he knew Time would probably want to keep those cards close to his chest in order to mess with them.

But perhaps he was still remembering Hyrule's misunderstanding from the other night, since he was surprisingly straightforward in his answer.

"Quite a few, actually."

"And are they all magic like the- bunny hat?!"

There was something else Wind was going to say there, he realized, and judging by the way the others' gazes seemed to sharpen at the slight pause, they'd noticed it too.

Come to think of it, the two of them had been together this morning, hadn't they?

He thought about that for another second, then felt a chill of dread.

Could they be working together now? Sweet Hylia, he hoped not. Just remembering the sorts of things they'd accomplished together between battles during the war made him want to run far, far away. He was ninety percent certain that half the reason Impa disliked him so much was because of these two. He wondered if it would be possible to switch sides. ============== Recollections (Linked Universe) ==============

-of Darkness who sought to plunge the world into fear and darkness under his rule. Fearing his wicked rule, Zelda, the princess of this kingdom, split up the Triforce of Wisdom into-

"-eight fragments," Hyrule weakly read that part aloud, face pale and eyes wide in dawning realization and growing horror. "T-This-…this is-…"

He whirled around to look at Time and Legend, the sickly look on his face growing even worse when they nodded grimly.

"Oh no," he murmured, turning back around and curling a bit into himself.

"Okay, that's enough," Warriors scowled, although the worry in his eyes betrayed him. "Would one of you please just tell us what's going on already?! Why's Hyrule upset now that he's figured out whatever it is you two know?!"

"It's about me," Hyrule explained, looking up at them with haunted eyes. "That story we're reading? It's what happened in my Hyrule. Zelda- my Zelda -broke up the Triforce to keep Ganon from getting it. Shortly after, I found myself on my first adventure."

Silence. Then, the implications finally sunk in.

"Oh, fuck," Wind swore.

"Can't we-?!" Twilight began.

"I doubt it," Time sighed, already knowing what he was going to suggest. "Seeing as we were all brought here, then subsequently locked in, it looks like we're going to have to finish watching before we can leave. And I know it's not going to end with just Hyrule's adventures."

The air between them felt heavy now that everyone knew what they'd be seeing, and there was a pause, as if they all wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Finally, Legend let out an angry burst of air.

"Let's just get it over with," he said. "I know this is the last thing any of us wants, but it looks like we don't get a choice. The sooner we watch it all, the sooner we can leave this hellhole."

An apt description for this place, Time couldn't help but agree. Absolutely no danger to be seen, but somehow just as nerve-wracking as if there was. If not more so.

Another pause, but despite their reluctance, they all knew inaction was an even worse feeling. So Wild eventually started it up again. Fearing his wicked rule, Zelda, the princess of this kingdom, split up the Triforce of Wisdom into eight fragments and hid them throughout the realm to save the last remaining Triforce from the clutches of the evil Ganon. At the same time, she commanded her most trustworthy nursemaid, Impa, to secretly escape into the land and go find a man with enough courage to destroy the evil Ganon. Upon hearing this, Ganon grew angry, imprisoned the princess, and sent out a party in search of Impa.

The black screen started fading into color, although the words remained, and harsh panting could be heard as a landscape came into focus. ============== Title Pending (Trolls) ==============

Floyd was gone.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!"

That simple, heartwrenching fact kept spinning and spinning and spinning in his mind until it was all he could think through the numbness that had taken hold of him.

At least, until Clay's scream managed to break through.

John flinched, finally tearing his gaze from his second youngest brother's crystalized form only to meet the furious, teary eyes of the third's. It was all he had the time to do before Clay shoved him away from where they'd gathered around, the tiny ember of rage that had been ever present in those last few days as a band finally blazing into a wildfire, fueled by the same grief that seemed to have frozen him in place instead.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT WE SPLIT UP! IT'S YOUR FAULT WE WASTED TIME! IT'S YOUR FAULT FLOYD'S-!!"

Clay choked, unable to voice that final, damning word. Instead, his face twisted as it finally seemed to catch up with him. Yet the tears that began to stream down did nothing to soften the anger that continued to burn.

Staring as intently as he was, there was no missing when that anger slipped into hate.

"I'll never forgive you," Clay hissed, his entire body trembling and tense. "We'll never forgive you."

He swallowed thickly and chanced a glance at Bruce and Branch.

They stared back in stony silence.

"I'm sorry," he managed to push through the knot in his throat and a familiar gnawing emptiness that began to settle in his heart.

Sorry he'd failed them…

Sorry he couldn't protect them…

Sorry he'd hurt them…

Sorry he couldn't be what they'd wanted him to be.

His apology only seemed to anger Clay further.

"You're sorry?! Is that all you can-?!" He cut himself off, and took a deep breath. When he spoke next, it was with piercing finality. "All you've ever managed to do is ruin things. Ruin us. So, if you're really as sorry as you say you are, you'll keep yourself from ruining what's left."

"Clay-" Viva protested, concern thick in her voice as she stepped forward.

Clay cut her off with a look and a shake of his head, but the bit of John that didn't feel numb appreciated the attempt.

She was good for him, he thought. He hoped they could be happy together.

Without him.

Because that was what they wanted, he realized. It was what they'd always wanted. Hadn't they always told him to mind his own business? To go away? To leave them alone? It was him who had been too stubborn to listen. Who had ignored what they'd practically been screaming in his face for years.

Not anymore, he promised. He'd already messed things up enough. For once, he was going to do something right by them.

Clay was distracted by Viva, and the others had gone back to looking at Floyd. It was like the universe was agreeing with him, telling him that he needed to take himself out of their lives for good.

He took a step back.

Two…

Three…

He took in the sight of his brothers one last time, knowing that it really would be the last time, and climbed into Rhonda.

"Let's go, girl."

She fought him for a moment, and he felt yet another pang of guilt- she'd gotten attached to them, it seemed -but eventually allowed herself to be steered away with a melancholy warble.

"It's for the best," he told her softly, eyes closing in resignation at the hollowness he could hear in his words.

A hollowness he'd experienced just one other time in his life and struggled to escape. Even now, he could see it overtaking him again in the way the color slowly leeched from his fingers and trailed up his arms.

That was fine. Last time, he'd pushed forward for Rhonda. For his brothers. For his-

He closed his eyes and slumped in the driver's seat as a fresh wave of loss swept over him.

This time, when the emptiness threatened to swallow him whole, John Dory looked into the abyss and hung his head.

It was time to stop fighting. ============== Journey (Pokemon SI/OC) ==============

"Satoshiii, you've got to be kidding me!" I groaned as I pulled his curtains open. "Seriously?! You promised you wouldn't sleep in!"

Ash waking up late was a running gag in the anime. I knew this. Really. I did.

I just hadn't realized how bad that habit actually was.

"EHHH!?!? Amy, what time is it?!"

Mrs. Ketchum must have had the patience of a saint dealing with this every single day.

"Late enough that you're only gonna have time to get dressed! Now, move it!"

"But, breakfast-"

"MOVE IT!"

He yelped and scrambled off the bed, and I hurried out of the room to give him privacy. Walking back to the kitchen, I huffed as I took a seat, rolling my eyes when I heard a loud thump echo from upstairs.

"Never a dull moment with that kid," Papa chuckled quietly into his tea, still a bit bleary-eyed himself.

"Good thing he spent the night. With Hanako gone, he wouldn't have had anyone to wake him up," Mama shook her head with a fond smile.

"Next time I'm leaving him," I grumbled, though it was halfhearted at best.

Mama handed me two lunches and I secured them in my bag before grabbing some extra riceballs for Ash and placing them on top.

"Is Shigeru going to be taking part in the field trip?"

"He said he hears enough about it at home, so no. Good thing too, I don't wanna babysit him and Satoshi. I wanna see some pokemon, too!"

It was a good way to test how things could be once I began my journey. At first, Mama and Papa had been a bit hesitant to agree when Ash brought it up yet again (he did so every year, but this was the first time we were old enough to actually go), but Uncle managed to convince them. I was going to be with a group, and Professor Oak was sure to have at least Arcanine with him, so I would be more than safe.

To his credit, Ash only took a few minutes to get dressed, but our house was a bit of a walk from Professor Oak's lab, and we found ourselves having to sprint for the last stretch of it.

"-guess we're setting off," I heard Professor Oak say and immediately pushed myself just that little bit more.

"Wait!" I called while waving my arms, never more grateful for all the running I'd done during training than at this moment. "We're here!"

I slid into the meeting place like a baseball player, taking care not to squish the contents of our lunches as I allowed myself to drop onto the grass to catch my breath. Ash was still a bit behind me, but they should be willing to wait now that I'd made it.

"Way to look like a total loser," a familiar, though currently unwelcome, voice cut in through the harsh pants.

I groaned. "I thought you weren't coming."

"I'm not," Gary scoffed. "I just got curious because Gramps hadn't left yet. Shoulda known it would be you two behind it."

"And I should have known you'd be too nosey to not butt in."

============== Horizons (FF7 SI/OC) ==============

Ryuu stretched as he wandered into the entrance area of the inn, not bothering to hold back a wide yawn as he tried to shake off the last vestiges of drowsiness. Overall, he felt much better than yesterday, his various pains now muted to a dull ache instead of the sharp throbs and spikes of before. Thank fuck for accelerated healing. Probably one of the highlights of being SOLDIER, in his opinion. Cassie's potions had only helped in that- he'd probably be back to normal by the end of the day or early tomorrow at this rate.

It was early- enough that the sun was just barely starting to rise -but to his surprise he wasn't the only one awake. The innkeeper was already up, phone pressed up against his ear and having what seemed to be a pretty serious conversation if his expression was any indication.

"-keep an eye out for him, don't you worry…It's the least I could do after everything your daughter's done for us. Besides, I know I'd want someone to do the same if it were one of my girls missing…" He sighed, tone turning apologetic. "I don't. Wasn't expecting her to leave so suddenly, or else I would've asked…I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a tough girl, and clever. She practically saved this town."

Wait. He couldn't mean-

Now completely awake, he rushed back upstairs, only just catching the innkeeper's now confused expression as he continued his conversation with who he was becoming more and more certain was Cassie's family, though unfortunately missing the question itself in his haste to check on her.

"Son of a bitch," he hissed upon opening all the guest rooms and finding them empty. "You little shit."

Is this what it felt like to have a younger sibling? He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to have a younger sibling. This sheer frustration and annoyance- suddenly, all of his friends' complaints made so much more sense. Not to mention the worry. What if she ran into something else she couldn't fight? She said that bodyguard of hers could keep her safe but how could he be sure of that? She hadn't even let him meet the guy!

Cassie'd left early on purpose. He was sure of it. The question now was why.

He wanted nothing more than to chase her down and find out, but as it stood, he couldn't. He'd updated ShinRa on his status the moment looking at his PHS didn't make his head feel like it was going to explode, but while they'd allowed him some recovery time, they were also being very pushy in their reminders that he report as soon as possible. He could understand the insistence- absolutely no one had expected what sounded like a run-of-the-mill monster extermination to put a SOLDIER out of commission, even if only for a day or so -but he wished he could just-

His PHS buzzed in his pocket, and he sighed, heading for the stairs again.

============== ============== ============== And there you have it! Hope you enjoyed the little clips! Like I said, I am working on them. It's just a lot slower than it used to be since I have a longer commute to and from work now, and by the time I get home, I'm usually too tired to write. I'll be going on a short vacation in about two weeks or so to visit my bro, and I hope to get a good chunk of writing done during that time. You may see a few chapters pop up then. Fingers crossed, at any rate. For now, I think it's back to chipping at them a little bit more. Take care!

#Multiple fic teasers #Untitled fic- Rottmnt #Dragon of the Sun- fanfic #Turning Back Time- fanfic #Recollections- fanfic #Untitled fic- Trolls #Journey- fanfic #Horizons- fanfic #thanks for tagging me Sea #Enjoy the DotS snippet #As previously mentioned there be superheroes in the next chapter #And more Raph #Xenocanaan the Horizons snippet is for you #Thank you for always checking up on me and sending me all those nice messages #I don't say it enough but I really appreciate it #Hope you're doing well!#Anyway I need to go put my blankets in the dryer #later!

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