#not sure if I got the primals thing 100% right but I might be close lol

[voidtekarc]

✝:  Any religious beliefs Arcuris has

Arcuris was raised in Garlemald and by Garlean culture which means a few things about his beliefs in higher beings. Although many would see Primals as "gods", especially beast tribes, Garleans are among those that believe they are the masters of the world, not Primals. He is no different. He has before scoffed at the idea of Primals being worshiped as deities, but upon learning that this is how they gained power he came to the realization it's something to fear and even contain. (Gaius anyone?)

This is why he is wary of religion in general and doesn't have any of his own religious beliefs. Not only was this reinforced by Garlemald, but even seeing things in his own eyes has reinforced them. However, interestingly enough he does call voidsent demons. This is pretty ironic considering he uses powers of the voidsent and even summons one. Which is even more ironic considering some personal story developments in the future.

ty for the ask @the-defier!

[foolish-rat]

Commentary on RTTE S1 Ep 13 Total Nightmare

This is one of my favorite episodes in the show and I don’t see enough people talking about it.

Ruff: And so the drama begins...

Tuff: One man, one dragon, one leg, vs one rapidly closing dome.

Guys, I love the twins so much. They have a new hyperfixation every other day and it’s amazing. Also, Tuff, you ain’t gotta do my boy Hiccup like that 😭

Tuff: 'Twas once a drill, then it became a game, now it is theater!

Ruff: Let the drama unfold!

Ruff’s little pose here. I love her so so so much

Tuff: I'll wager he loses an eye.

Ruff: Haha! On the contrary, i predict act one, scene one will conclude with the loss of a gallbladder.

Tuff: Or perhaps a leg, what say you, young Hiccup?

Again with the leg jokes. Me personally, I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect.

The whole scene with Snotlout racing is just him getting hit with branches. How is my man not concussed, bro got a skull made of gronckle iron 💀 Also, he 100% could’ve made that if he didn’t spend 5 seconds shouting at Hookfang

Hookfang refusing the fish and then throwing not only the fish but Snotlout as well 😭

Snotlout: Ow, hey, everybody saw that right?

Tuff: Yes we did, my friend and it was delightful.

Tuff… 😭

Snotlout: No I mean Hookfang, he's acting weird.

Fishlegs: How's that?

Snotlout: Well, he didn't listen to me during the race, he ran away, he just spit fish in my face, and threw me against the wall!

The wall in question:

Also Fishlegs, why are you smiling

Hookfang slamming his head against the roof multiple times, I’m not entirely sure what the plan was there. Like, I feel like that was probably the least productive thing he could’ve done.

Snotlout’s face here. This is probably how the other riders see him

Hookfang was put in time out. Free my man, he ain’t do nothing wrong 🗣️

Snotlout: Hey! Hookfang, you feeling better? Who wants tuna for breakfast?

That is NOT a tuna, also why is it so big???

Snotlout: Great. I accept your offer to help in the search. Come on, Toothless. Up, bud! Fly, bud! Do something, bud!

Hiccup really does call Toothless bud a lot. It means a lot to me that the other riders notice this as well.

Toothless is so done with Snotlout

Snotlout: This place again? This is where I found him last time.

Why wasn’t that the first place he checked???

Astrid: Look! There is another Monstrous Nightmare!

Hiccup: That's not just another Monstrous Nightmare. That's a female Monstrous Nightmare.

You can tell because she is pink and pink is a girl color

Snotlout: A female Monstrous Nightmare? Now it all makes sense. My dragon has a way with the ladies! Must have picked up a few pointers from his master.

Astrid: I doubt it. She's not dry heaving.

L rizz from Snotlout

Snotlout try not to get injured challenge: impossible

Fishlegs: it means that meeting this female has reawakened his primal instincts. And he’s returning to the wild.

Fishlegs successfully predicting the third movie.

Fishlegs: It's nature, Snotlout. You can't fight it.

Snotlout: Watch me.

Ate that line up

Hiccup: It's a scary idea, huh? That one of our dragons might just one day go back to the wild? You'd never do that to me, would you bud? I didn't think so.

Uh…

Snotlout: Primal instincts, Thor's butt! My primal instinct is to get my dragon back.

Another banger line

Snotlout: Hi, Girl Hookfang! I see, you already got my boy bringing dinner for you. Big step.

He’s jealous

He got hit in the face with an eel. Real talk, I wanna know how this man is still alive. This is gonna be a long rant analyzing the effect of an injury in a kids tv show, skip ahead if you don’t want to read this part.

There are 3 different things that determine the severity of the shock and the resulting injury; the amount of voltage, the duration of the shock, and path of the shock through the body. Unfortunately, Snotlout did not have a single thing going well for him and managed to have the worst luck in all 3 areas. Electricity is extremely dangerous. 120 volts going through the human body for only 2 seconds is enough to cause death. Electric eels can produce charges on average from 450-600 volts of electricity. Some have been recorded to produce up to 860 volts. For comparison, outlets only use 120 volts. The duration of the shock effects how severe the injury is. Unsurprisingly, the longer the shock, the greater the injury. Snotlout was electrocuted for about 3-5 seconds which is a pretty long time, especially since a single shock from an eel is enough to cause significant pain or immobilize their prey. An important thing to note is that the eel is on land. Without water to disperse some of the shock, it would be stronger and more direct. He was hit in the face, and the eel landed on his chest, where it continuously shocked him for 3-5 seconds. Currents through the heart or nervous system are most dangerous. A shock to the head will cause your nervous system to be damaged. A shock to the chest is incredibly dangerous as it gives direct access to the body’s most vital organs. He managed to get shocked in the two worst places to get shocked.

Long story short, I have no idea how this mf is alive.

Snotlout: I have had enough of you, Hookfang! It's time to choose, her or me.

Genuinely sobbing

Tuff: Classic romantic comedy paradigm. Boy gets dragon, boy loses dragon, dragon falls asleep, boy eats, boy falls asleep, dragon eats.

What is he going on about???

Snotlout: I give up. If being with her makes Hookfang happy, I guess I should be happy for him, too. Ugh. If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go lay down for a few... weeks.

🥺

Hiccup: We've gotta get him back in the saddle right away.

Hiccup, not everyone solves their problems by working

Snotlout: Too small, too slow, two heads.

This is genuinely one of my favorite jokes in the entire series.

Hiccup: What are you saying?

Snotlout: I'm saying that if I can't fly Hookfang, I don't want to fly any dragon.

Astrid: How can you be a dragon rider and not ride a dragon?

Snotlout: You were always the smart one, Astrid.

🥺

Snotlout: Quitting, that's right. ✨I shall be a dragon rider no more✨

Why did he say it like that-

Tuff: Time to call in the understudy.

Ruff: Hey Fishlegs, how's your Snotlout?

immediately looking for a replacement 💀

Hiccup: Oh, come on Snotlout, you're just hurting now, that's all. Give it some time.

Snotlout: No, Hiccup, my mind is made up. I'm going to say goodbye to Hookfang, and then sail back to Berk for good. It's over.

genuinely heartbreaking

Astrid: You wanna tell us what's going on here?

Fishlegs: It looks like two male dragons fighting over a female.

Ruff: Yeah, I've heard male Vikings do it too, but I've personally never seen it.

Give it a few years, Ruff

Hiccup: Get him, Snotlout! You guys can do this.

Astrid: Hey, be careful. He's pretty nasty.

Snotlout: Whatever happens to us, promise me you'll protect those eggs.

Hiccup: We will.

🥺

Astrid: He's crazy.

Hiccup: He's Snotlout.

Astrid: True.

Couldn’t have put it better myself

The evil smirk. Bro got a diabolical scheme

Snotlout: And to think I saved them. Okay, okay! We saved them. We saved them. Snotlout, Hookfang! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Love that he’s chanting both of their names.

Hiccup: Uh, what's wrong with you two?

Ruff: Nothing.

Tuff: You just don't see enough happy endings these days. Snotlout! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

The twins are so dramatic, I love them so much

Okay that’s it 💕

[xoruffitup]

Annette: The AD Devotee Review

So I saw Annette on its premiere night in Cannes and I’m still trying to process and make sense of those 2.5 hours of utter insanity. I have no idea where to begin and this is likely going to become an unholy length by the time I’m finished, so I apologize in advance. But BOY I’ve got a lot to parse through!!

Let’s start here: Adam’s made plenty of weird movies. The Dead Don’t Die? The Man Who Killed Don Quixote? There are definitely Terry Gilliam-esque elements of the unapologetically absurd and fantastical in Annette, but NOTHING comes close to this film. To put it bluntly, nothing I write in this post can prepare you for the eccentric phantasmagoria you’re about to sit through.

While the melodies conveying the story – at times lovely and haunting, at times whimsical, occasionally blunt and simple – add a unique sense of the surreal, the fact that it’s all presented in song somehow supplies the medium for this bizarre concoction of disparate elements and outlandish storytelling to all coalesce into a single genre-defying, disbelief-suspending whole. That’s certainly not to say there weren’t a few times when I quietly chortled to myself and mouthed “what the fuck” from behind my mask when things took an exceeding turn to the outrageous. This movie needs to be permitted a bit of leeway in terms of quality judgments, and traditional indicators certainly won’t apply. I would say part of its appeal (and ultimately its success) stems from its lack of interest in appealing to traditional arbiters of film structure and viewing experience. The movie lingers in studies of discomfiture (I’ll return to this theme); it presents all its absurdities with brazen pride rather than temperance; and its end is abrupt and utterly jarring. Yet somehow, at the end of it, I realized I’d been white-knuckling that rollercoaster ride the whole way through and loved every last twist and turn.

A note on the structure of this post before I dive in: I’ve written out a synopsis of the whole film (for those spoiler-hungry people) and stashed it down at the bottom of this post, so no one trying to avoid spoilers has to scroll through. If you want to read, go ahead and skip down to that before reading the discussion/analysis. If I have to reference a specific plot point, I’ll label it “Spoiler #___” and those who don’t mind being spoiled can check the correlating numbers in my synopsis to see which part I’m referencing. Otherwise, my discussion will be spoiler-free! I do detail certain individual scenes, but hid anything that would give away key developments and/or the ending.

To start, I’ll cut to what I’m sure many of you are here for: THE MUSICAL SEX SCENES. You want detailed descriptions? Well let’s fucking go because these scenes have been living in my head rent-free!!

The first (yes, there are two. Idk whether to thank Mr. Carax or suggest he get his sanity checked??) happens towards the end of “We Love Each Other So Much.” Henry carries Ann to the bed with her feet dangling several inches off the floor while she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders. (I maybe whimpered a tiny bit.) As they continue to sing, you first see Ann spread on her back on the bed, panting a little BUT STILL SINGING while Henry’s head is down between her thighs. The camera angle is from above Ann’s head, so you can clearly see down her body and exactly what’s going on. He lifts his head to croon a line, then puts his mouth right back to work. 

And THEN they fuck – still fucking singing! They’re on their sides with Henry behind her, and yes there is visible thrusting. Yes, the thrusting definitely picks up speed and force as the song reaches its crescendo. Yes, it was indeed EXTREMELY sensual once you got over the initial shock of what you’re watching. Ann kept her breasts covered with her own hands while Henry went down on her, but now his hands are covering them and kneading while they’re fucking and just….. It’s a hard, blazing hot R rating. I also remember his giant hand coming up to turn her head so he can kiss her and ladkjfaskfjlskfj. Bring your smelling salts. I don’t recommend sitting between two older ladies while you’re watching – KINDA RUINED THE BLATANT, SMOKING HOT ADAM PORN FOR ME. Good god, choose your viewing buddy wisely!

The second scene comes sort of out of nowhere – I can’t actually recall which song it was during, but it pops up while Ann is pregnant. Henry is again eating her out and there’s not as much overt singing this time, but he has his giant hands splayed over her pregnant belly while he’s going to town and whew, WHEW TURN ON THE AIR CONDITIONING PLEASE. DID THE THEATER INCREASE IN TEMPERATURE BY 10 DEGREES, YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT DID.

Whew. I think you’ll be better primed to ~enjoy~ those scenes when you know they’re coming, otherwise it’s just so shocking that by the time you’ve processed “Look at Adam eating pussy with reckless abandon” it’s halfway over already. God speed, my fellow rats, it’s truly something to witness!!

Okay. Right. Ahem. Moving right on along….

I’ll kick off this discussion with the formal structure of the film. It’s honestly impossible to classify. I have the questionable fortune of having been taken to many a strange avant-garde operas and art exhibitions by my parents when I was younger, and the strongest parallel I found to this movie was melodramatic opera stagings full of flamboyant flourishes, austere set pieces, and prolonged numbers where the characters wallow at length in their respective miseries. This movie has all the elevated drama, spectacle, and self-aggrandizement belonging to any self-professed rock opera. Think psychedelic rock opera films a la The Who’s Tommy, Hair, Phantom of the Paradise, and hell, even Rocky Horror. Yes, this film really is THAT weird.

But Annette is also in large part a vibrant, absurdist performance piece. The film is intriguingly book-ended by two scenes where the lines blur between actor and character; and your own role blurs between passive viewer and interactive audience. The first scene has the cast walking through the streets of LA (I think?), singing “So May We Start?” directly to the camera in a self-aware prologue, smashing the fourth wall from the beginning and setting up the audience to play a direct role in the viewing experience. Though the cast then disburse and take up their respective roles, the sense of being directly performed to is reinforced throughout the film. This continues most concretely through Henry’s multiple stand-up comedy performances.

Though he performs to an audience in the film rather than directly to live viewers, these scenes are so lengthy, vulgar, and excessive that his solo performance act becomes an integral part of defining his character and conveying his arc as the film progresses. These scenes start to make the film itself feel like a one-man show. The whole shtick of Henry McHenry’s “Ape of God” show is its perverse irreverence and swaggering machismo. Over the span of what must be a five minute plus scene, Henry hacks up phlegm, pretends to choke himself with his microphone cord, prances across the stage with his bathrobe flapping about, simulates being shot, sprinkles many a misanthropic, charmless monologues in between, and ends by throwing off his robe and mooning the audience before he leaves the stage. (Yes, you see Adam’s ass within the film’s first twenty minutes, and we’re just warming up from there.) His one-man performances demonstrate his egocentrism, penchant for lowbrow and often offensive humor, and the fact that this character has thus far profited from indulging in and acting out his base vulgarities.

While never demonstrating any abundance of good taste, his shows teeter firmly towards the grotesque and unsanctionable as his marriage and mental health deteriorate. This is what I’m referring to when I described the film as a study in discomfiture. As he deteriorates, the later iterations of his stand-up show become utterly unsettling and at times revolting. The film could show mercy and stop at one to two minutes of his more deranged antics, but instead subjects you to a protracted display of just how insane this man might possibly be. In Adam’s hands, these excessive, indulgent performance scenes take on disturbing but intriguing ambiguity, as you again wonder where the performance ends and the real man begins. When Henry confesses to a crime during his show and launces into an elaborate, passionate reenactment on stage, you shift uncomfortably in your seat wondering how much of it might just be true. Wondering just how much of an animal this man truly is.

Watching this film as an Adam fan, these scenes are unparalleled displays of his range and prowess. He’s in turns amusing and revolting; intolerable and pathetic; but always, always riveting. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that for the casual, non Adam-obsessed viewer, the effect of these scenes might stop at crass and unappealing. But in terms of the sheer range and power of acting on display? These scenes are a damn marvel. Through these scenes alone, his performance largely imbues the film with its wild, primal, and vaguely menacing atmosphere.

His stand-up scenes were, to me, some of the most intense of the film – sometimes downright difficult to endure. But they’re only a microcosm of the R A N G E he exhibits throughout the film’s entirety. Let’s talk about how he’s animalistic, menacing, and genuinely unsettling to watch (Leos Carax described him as “feline” at some point, and I 100% see it); and then with a mere subtle twitch of his expression, sheen of his eyes, or slump of his shoulders, he’s suddenly a lost, broken thing.  

Henry McHenry is truly to be reviled. Twitter might as well spare their breath and announce he’s already cancelled. He towers above the rest of the cast with intimidating, predatory physicality; he is prone to indulgence in his vices; and he constantly seems at risk of releasing some wild, uncontrollable madness lingering just beneath his surface. But as we all well know, Adam has an unerring talent for lending pathos to even the most objectively condemnable characters.

In a repeated refrain during his first comedy show, the audience keeps asking him, “Why did you become a comedian?” He dodges the question or gives sarcastic answers, until finally circling back to the true answer later in the film. It was something to the effect of: “To disarm people. It’s the only way I can tell the truth without it killing me.” Even for all their sick spectacle, there are also moments in his stand-up shows of disarming vulnerability and (seeming) honesty. In a similar moment of personal exposition, he confesses his temptation and “sympathy for the abyss.” (This phrase is hands down my favorite of the film.) He repeatedly refers to his struggle against “the abyss” and, at the same time, his perceived helplessness against it. “There’s so little I can do, there’s so little I can do,” he sings repeatedly throughout the film - usually just after doing something horrific.

Had he been played by anyone else, the first full look of him warming up before his show - hopping in place and punching the air like some wannabe boxer, interspersing puffs of his cigarette with chowing down on a banana – would have been enough for me to swear him off. His archetype is something of a cliché at this point – a brusque, boorish man who can’t stomach or preserve the love of others due to his own self-loathing. There were multiple points when it was only Adam’s face beneath the character that kept my heart cracked open to him. But sure enough, he wedged his fingers into that tiny crack and pried it wide open. The film’s final few scenes show him at his chin-wobbling best as he crumbles apart in small, mournful subtleties.

(General, semi-spoiler ahead as to the tone of the film’s ending – skip this paragraph if you’d rather avoid.) For a film that professes not to take itself very seriously (how else am I supposed to interpret the freaky puppet baby?), it delivers a harsh, unforgiving ending to its main character. And sure enough, despite how much I might have wanted to distance myself and believe it was only what he deserved, I found myself right there with him, sharing his pain. It is solely testament to Adam’s tireless dedication to breathing both gritty realism and stubborn beauty into his characters that Henry sank a hook into some piece of my sympathy.

Not only does Adam have to be the only actor capable of imbuing Henry with humanity despite his manifold wrongs, he also has to be the only actor capable of the wide-ranging transformations demanded of the role. He starts the movie with long hair and his full refrigerator brick house physique. His physicality and size are actively leveraged to engender a sense of disquiet and unpredictability through his presence. He appears in turns tormented and tormentor. There were moments when I found myself thinking of Conan the Barbarian, simply because his physical presence radiates such wild, primal energy (especially next to tiny, dainty Marion and especially with that long hair). Cannot emphasize enough: The raw sex appeal is off the goddamn charts and had me – a veteran fangirl of 3+ years - shook to my damn core.

The film’s progression then ages him – his hair cut shorter and his face and physique gradually becoming more gaunt. By the film’s end, he has facial prosthetics to make him seem even more stark and borderline sickly – a mirror of his growing internal torment. From a muscular, swaggering powerhouse, he pales and shrinks to a shell of a man, unraveling as his face becomes nearly deformed by time and guilt. He is in turns beautiful and grotesque; sensual and repulsive. I know of no other actor whose face (and its accompanying capacity for expressiveness) could lend itself to such stunning versatility.

Quick note here that he was given a reddish-brown birthmark on the right side of his face for this film?? It becomes more prominent once his hair is shorter in the film’s second half. I’m guessing it was Leos’ idea to make his face even more distinctive and riveting? If so, joke’s on you, Mr. Carax, because we’re always riveted. ☺

I mentioned way up at the beginning that the film is bookended by two scenes where the lines blur between actor and character, and between reality and performance. This comes full circle at the film’s end, with Henry’s final spoken words (this doesn’t give any plot away but skip to the next paragraph if you would rather avoid!) being “Stop watching me.” That’s it. The show is over. He has told his last joke, played out his final act, and now he’s done living his life as a source of cheap, unprincipled laughs and thrills for spectators. The curtain closes with a resounding silence.

Now, I definitely won’t have a section where I talk (of course) about the Ben Solo parallels. He’s haunted by an “abyss” aka darkness inside of him? Bad things happened when he finally gave in and stared into that darkness he knew lived within him? As a result of those tragedies, (SPOILER – Skip to next paragraph to avoid) he then finds himself alone and with no one to love or be loved by? NO I’M DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT AT ALL, I’M JUST FINE HERE UNDER MY MOUNTAINS OF TISSUES.

Let’s talk about the music! The film definitely clocks in closer to a rock opera than musical, because almost the entire thing is conveyed through ongoing song, rather than self-contained musical numbers appearing here and there. This actually helps the film’s continuity and pacing, by keeping the characters perpetually in this suspended state of absurdity, always propelled along by some beat or melody. Whenever the film seems on the precipice of tipping all the way into the bleak and dark, the next whimsical tune kicks in to reel us all blessedly back. For example, after (SPOILER #1) happens, there’s a hard cut to the bright police station where several officers gather around Henry, bopping about and chattering on the beat “Questions! We have a few questions!”

Adam integrates his singing into his performance in such a way that it seems organic. I realized after the film that I never consciously considered the quality of his singing along the way. For all that I talked about the film maintaining the atmosphere of a fourth wall-defying performance piece, Adam’s singing is so fully immersed in the embodiment of his character that you almost forget he’s singing. Rather, this is simply how Henry McHenry exists. His stand-up scenes are the only ones in the film that do frequently transition back and forth between speaking and singing, but it’s seamlessly par for the course in Henry’s bizarre, dour show. He breaks into his standard “Now laugh!” number with uninterrupted sarcasm and contempt. There were certainly a few soft, poignant moments when his voice warbled in a tender vibrato you couldn’t help noticing – but otherwise, the singing was simply an extension of that full-body persona he manages to convey with such apparent ease and naturalism.

On the music itself: I’ll admit that the brief clip of “We Love Each Other So Much” we got a few weeks ago made me a tad nervous. It seemed so cheesy and ridiculous? But okay, you really can’t take anything from this movie out of context. Otherwise it is, indeed, utterly ridiculous. Not that none of it is ever ridiculous in context either, but I’m giving you assurances right now that it WORKS. Once you’re in the flow of constant singing and weirdness abound, the songs sweep you right along. Some of the songs lack a distinctive hook or melody and are moreso rhythmic vehicles for storytelling, but it’s now a day later and I still have three of the songs circulating pleasantly in my head. “We Love Each Other So Much” was actually the stand out for me and is now my favorite of the soundtrack. It’s reprised a few times later in the film, growing increasingly melancholy each time it is echoed, and it hits your heart a bit harder each time. The final song sung during (SPOILER #2), though without a distinctive melody to lodge in my head, undoubtedly left me far more moved than a spoken version of this scene would have. Adam’s singing is so painfully desperate and earnest here, and he takes the medium fully under his command.

Finally, it does have to be said that parts of this film veer fully towards the ridiculous and laughable. The initial baby version of the Annette puppet-doll was nothing short of horrifying to me. Annette gets more center-stage screen time in the film’s second half, which gives itself over to a few special effects sequences which look to be flying out at you straight from 2000 Windows Movie Maker. The scariest part is that it all seems intentional. The quality special effects appear when necessary (along with some unusual and captivating time lapse shots), which means the film’s most outrageous moments are fully in line with its guiding spirit. Its extravagant self-indulgence nearly borders on camp.

...And with that, I’ve covered the majority of the frantic notes I took for further reflection immediately after viewing. It’s now been a few days, and I’m looking forward to rewatching this movie when I can hopefully take it in a bit more fully. This time, I won’t just be struggling to keep up with the madness on screen. My concluding thoughts at this point: Is it my favorite Adam movie? Certainly not. Is it the most unforgettable? Aside from my holy text, The Last Jedi, likely yes. It really is the sort of thing you have to see twice to even believe it. And all in all, I say again that Adam truly carried this movie, and he fully inhabits even its highest, most ludicrous aspirations. He’s downright abhorrent in this film, and that’s exactly what makes him such a fucking legend.

I plan to make a separate post in the coming days about my experience at Cannes and the Annette red carpet, since a few people have asked! I can’t even express how damn good it feels to be globetrotting for Adam-related experiences again. <3

Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to ask me any further questions at all here or on Twitter! :)

*SYNOPSIS INCLUDED BELOW. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF AVOIDING SPOILERS!*

Synopsis: Comedian Henry McHenry and opera singer Ann Defrasnoux are both at the pinnacle of their respective success when they fall in love and marry. The marriage is happy and passionate for a time, leading to the birth of their (puppet) daughter, Annette. But tabloids and much of the world believe the crude, brutish Henry is a poor match for refined, idolized Ann. Ann and Henry themselves both begin to feel that something is amiss – Henry gradually losing his touch for his comedy craft, claiming that being in love is making him ill. He repeatedly and sardonically references how Ann’s opera career involves her “singing and dying” every night, to the point that he sees visions of her “dead” body on the stage. Meanwhile, Ann has a nightmare of multiple women accusing Henry of abusive and violent behavior towards them, and she begins growing wary in his presence. (He never acts abusively towards her, unless you count that scene when he tickles her feet and licks her toes while she’s telling him to stop??? Yeah I know, WILD.)

The growing sense of unease, that they’re both teetering on the brink of disaster, culminates in the most deranged of Henry’s stand-up comedy performances, when he gives a vivid reenactment of killing his wife by “tickling her to death.” The performance is so maudlin and unsettling that you wonder whether he’s not making it up at all, and the audience strongly rebukes him. (This is the “What is your problem?!” scene with tiddies out. The full version includes Adam storming across the stage, furiously singing/yelling, “What the FUCK is your problem?!”) But when Henry arrives home that night, drunk and raucous, Ann and Annette are both unharmed.

The couple take a trip on their boat, bringing Annette with them. The boat gets caught in a storm, and Henry drunkenly insists that he and Ann waltz in the storm. She protests that it’s too dangerous and begs him to see sense. (SPOILER #1) The boat lurches when Henry spins her, and Ann falls overboard to her death. Henry rescues Annette from the sinking boat and rows them both to shore. He promptly falls unconscious, and a ghost of Ann appears, proclaiming her intention to haunt Henry through Annette. Annette (still a toddler at this point and yes, still a wooden puppet) then develops a miraculous gift for singing, and Henry decides to take her on tour with performances around the world. He enlists the help of his “conductor friend,” who had been Ann’s accompanist and secretly had an affair with her before she met Henry.

Henry slides further into drunken debauchery as the tour progresses, while the Conductor looks after Annette and the two grow close. Once the tour concludes, the Conductor suggests to Henry that Annette might be his own daughter – revealing his prior affair with Ann. Terrified by the idea of anyone finding out and the possibility of losing his daughter, Henry drowns the Conductor in the pool behind his and Ann’s house. Annette sees the whole thing happen from her bedroom window.

Henry plans one last show for Annette, to be held in a massive stadium at the equivalent of the Super Bowl. But when Annette takes the stage, she refuses to sing. Instead, she speaks and accuses Henry of murder. (“Daddy kills people,” are the actual words – not that that was creepy to hear as this puppet’s first spoken words or anything.)

Henry stands trial, during which he sees an apparition of Ann from when they first met. They sing their regret that they can’t return to the happiness they once shared, until the apparition is replaced by Ann’s vengeful spirit, who promises to haunt Henry in prison. After his sentencing (it’s not clear what the sentence was, but Henry definitely isn’t going free), Annette is brought to see him once in prison. Speaking fully for the first time, she declares she can’t forgive her parents for using her: Henry for exploiting her voice for profit and Ann for presumably using her to take vengeance on Henry. (Yes, this is why she was an inanimate doll moving on strings up to this point – there was some meaning in that strange, strange artistic choice. She was the puppet of her parents’ respective egotisms.) The puppet of Annette is abruptly replaced by a real girl in this scene, finally enabling two-sided interaction and a long-missed genuine connection between her and Henry, which made this quite the emotional catharsis. (SPOILER #2) It concludes with Annette still unwilling to forgive or forget what her parents have done, and swearing never to sing again. She says Henry now has “no one to love.” He appeals, “Can’t I love you, Annette?” She replies, “No, not really.” Henry embraces her one last time before a guard takes her away and Henry is left alone.

…..Yes, that is the end. It left me with major emotional whiplash, after the whole film up to this point kept pulling itself back from the total bleak and dark by starting up a new toe-tapping, mildly silly tune every few minutes. But this last scene instead ends on a brutal note of harsh, unforgiving silence.

BUT! Make sure you stick around through the credits, when you see the cast walking through a forest together. (This is counterpart to the film’s opening, when you see the cast walking through LA singing “So May We Start?” directly to the audience) Definitely pay attention to catch Adam chasing/playing with the little girl actress who plays Annette! That imparts a much nicer feeling to leave the theater with. :’)

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CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT ALL!

So a soulmate event aye? I'm here for it.

I was thinking this prompt

- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

With Atsumu or Osamu? I have a thing for those 2 and i just love them so much and they deserve nice things and just yes.

I hope you're taking care of yourself!!!!!

omg i sort of popped off on this one and it ended up just a lil longer than i thought it would and omg. i have no words for myself at this rate. look, i will not be judged for my sudden and random love this boy, but um. you’ll see

thank you for participating! I am taking care of myself most of the time so eh ya know

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Your yearly visit to Japan wasn’t meant to be anything special. Just a trip to Japan where you’d meet your cousins again.

When the three of you stood next to each other, you could see why no one thought that you, Kiyoomi and Motoya were related. Alas, you were, much to the world’s surprise. It didn’t even help that you weren’t from Japan, so your grasp on the language was laughable. You coped and so did they.

“A volleyball game?” You quirked a brow at Motoya as he grinned widely, taking the seat opposite you and snatching an onigiri off your plate. A glare formed quickly on your face and you pulled the plate close to you, shovelling another in your mouth.

“Not just any game, but nationals.” There was a shine of excitement in his eyes and you shrugged.

“I guess I could go, not like I have any plans.” Your parents often described you as a perfect middle between Kiyoomi and Motoya; not quite an outgoing puppy, but not really hating the idea of people either. There weren’t too many things you and your cousins could agree on; it wasn’t that you hated each other, but you just never had the time to bond with them like they had. Still, when you got together, things weren’t awkward. They just… were.

“Do you ever have any plans?” Kiyoomi snorted, leaning against the kitchen counter. Resisting the urge to throw the plate at him, you settled on glaring at him.

“For your information,” you said, pointing at him, “I have plenty of plans when I’m back home.”

They both laughed. Motoya decides to cackle like a hyena, Kiyoomi chuckles softly. Was it really that hard to believe? Okay, so, sure, you didn’t really have that many friends - that didn’t mean you couldn’t have plans! It just meant that you’d spend more nights alone than you’d like to admit - they didn’t need to know that though. Not like you were going to tell them anyway.

What you hadn’t expected - from the brief description Motoya had given you on the way to the stadium - was that volleyball would be one of the most boring and thrilling things in your life. There were parts so filled with tension and passion that you could have drowned in it. And then some rallies would go on for what felt like days and you’d lose interest, only to be pulled back into it a second later.

Your cousin wasn’t the number one ace in the country for no reason; he played with a level head yet intensity beyond his years. You didn't even fully understand why Motoya was leaping across the court, or what a Libero was, or what was happening. How you’d never agreed to come before was beyond you.

But something is amiss, and you don’t notice it until a red string floats into your vision, like it’s purposefully making you aware of its presence. Your breath catches in your throat just as Kiyoomi slams down the ball.

It was almost funny that the year you decided to watch the volleyball game Motoya had been inviting you to for forever that you’re soulmate would suddenly burst into existence. You can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach, because if you’d stayed back in your home country this year like your dad had asked, then you never would have gotten this opportunity again.

It didn’t take much internal convincing for you to start following the string. Looping through halls, twisting and turning around people. Anticipation built up, one you’d felt so many times today, but this was a different kind of anticipation. A swelling in your stomach, a flutter of butterflies that had been startled awake. Something so primal, an urge inside of you, yet something so calm at the same time.

The closer you got the more your mind urged you to run. As crowds formed, you couldn’t help but think back to your parents' comparison of you and Kiyoomi (because even if you didn’t hate people as much, crowds were your worst enemy).

You pushed through, ignoring the urges of your heart because God knows when you’ll get this chance again. That was the point. You probably weren’t going to get this chance again. Not since you would be starting University, your parents wouldn’t just be sending you to another country for a month - even if it was for family reasons - this was your final chance to meet your soulmate.

God, if you’d have known that your soulmate was in Japan this whole time then you would have begged to live here as a child, but you didn’t. Especially being the older of your cousins, you couldn’t help but feel slightly more anxious.

Barely 18, ready to live your life, and now you’d found your soulmate. Motoya would be excited for you, Kiyoomi would probably offer his apologies depending on who it was.

Thoughts wracked with who it could be. What they would look like. How they would act. Sound. Talk to you. React. You didn’t even notice how close it had gotten until a hand was pulled in front of your eyes; the person it was connected to looked down at you, tears in his eyes, though seeming generally disinterested.

Your heart stopped - whether from anxiety or excitement, you’d figure out later - he met your eyes and you couldn’t help but blush.

Just as you were about to speak - make your debut moment to your soulmate - a wave of people suddenly surrounded you and you froze. Like all the air had been taken from your lungs. Your heart - previously stopped - now worked in full force. If it weren’t for the buzzing in your pocket, you might have passed out right there.

Your soulmate was staring down at you as you shakily reached into your pocket, answering the call without any question. “Where are you?” Motoya’s voice rang clear. You blink slowly, trying to catch your breath enough to speak.

“S-soulmate…” the word feels so foreign on your lips (reasonably so). He instructs you to pass the phone to him - it takes a lot of effort, but you manage, ruling the phone away from your face and to him. He takes it - albeit hesitating - and starts a conversation with your cousin.

The string looks so strange wrapped around your finger but it was something simple you could focus on. Breathing was painful, and the crowd didn’t seem to be clearing. You didn’t catch the conversation but his face shifted and he reached out for your hand, looking around quickly.

He must have seen something that would help because he weaved you in and out of the crowd towards a corner with a group of people standing in it. You didn’t recognise them, so you could only assume this is where you were going to die.

You were too busy saying your prayers when he pulled you closer to him. “Who’s that?” Asked a boy with bleached blond hair, scrunching up his nose. You were probably hallucinating - and in the  off chance you weren’t, you were asking for more prayers - because the boy with the bleach blond hair looks almost identical to your soulmate.

He looked down at you with contempt, but you didn’t have the energy to care, not as your soulmate pulled you closer away from him. You could just imagine a smirk forming on his lips. Somehow, his presence calmed you just enough that you could focus.

He talked with - who you quickly learned to be - his brother and the rest of his team. Miya Osamu - your soulmate - kept you close by, still looking at you with disinterest. It didn’t take long for your cousins to find you, but even after they did, you didn't leave Osamu’s side.

Motoya pulled you into a hug and talked to you softly, Kiyoomi muttered exactly what you thought he would, “you’re an idiot.” But there was something caring in his tone.

Motoya was explaining to you that they made it to the second round, but you weren’t paying too much attention. Of course they made it to the second round, they always did (well, you weren’t sure of that, this was the first time you’d been here).

Throughout the rest of your visit to Japan you spent more time on your phone to Osamu than you would willingly admit to the boys. Considering he was from Hyogo, and you were staying in Tokyo, it only made it harder. You joked and said it would only prepare you more for the long distance you’d have to do when you returned home. You didn’t miss the sad look in his eyes. So many countless nights spent on the phone, pretending like you didn’t want to be in his arms.

Long distance was harder than you could have imagined; between opposing time zones, schedules, and just general life things, it was hard to find time to talk to Osamu. You made a promise to each other, that if you ever happened to go no-contact (whether by accident or on purpose) that you would find each other eventually.

That was what happened.

With so much work, you were losing sleep, your grades were slipping, everything was stressful. The same for Samu; he was too tired to practise, grades going downhill. You were the most worried when Tsumu stopped teasing his slightly younger brother and started actually caring.

Contact slipped until it just stopped. It wouldn’t be another five years until you’d see Samu again. 

You finally made the decision to move to Japan - specifically Hyogo - you’d claim it was because Kiyoomi lived there, but really it was because you hoped for a chance encounter with Osamu.

Kiyoomi made the decision to introduce you to his team and you were met with one overly excited Miya Atsumu. The boy - although now he was more of a man - recognised you immediately as his brother's soulmate. He stepped away from you briefly, claiming he had an urgent phone call to make and you didn’t question it - you had no reason to after all.

Not until that familiar red string floats into your vision as it had done all the years ago and you turn around to see Osamu standing there, a little out of breath but so happy. You act on instinct, throwing yourself into his arms and promising to not leave his side again.

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Fanning the Flames [Roy Mustang x Black Femme Reader]

CW: workplace sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, blow job, body worship, pubic hair, making out, light femdom, tickling, enthusiastic consent, boss/employee relationship, semi-public sex, porn with plot, BBW reader

WARNING! The contents of this fic are NSFW! Read at your own risk!

word count: 5769

summary: After transferring to Central Command, you’re determined not to let a certain smooth-talking colonel distract you from your job duties.

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You never could have imagined meeting a man like him when you walked through the doors of Central Command. But then again, trivial things like infatuation and love making were the last thing on your mind. Bright eyed and eager to impress, what mattered most to you were your ambitions. You didn’t have time to fool around with romance; a cushy job in Central was everything you could have hoped for as a fairly new recruit. And besides, the higher ups didn’t look too kindly upon fraternizing. 

You had heard of the twenty-something aspiring general long before you sent in your letter of acceptance, but didn't think much of him. You learned long ago not to get involved with military gossip, especially the kind that involved sleazeballs like him. You know, the type of man that flirted with anything on two legs with a pretty face. You barely liked guys on a good day, so you were certain you’d have no trouble rejecting his advances. Lay low and work hard was the motto you repeated to yourself every morning as you ironed your uniform.

Unfortunately, your name was on everyone’s lips before you had the chance to introduce yourself. It couldn’t have been avoided, and you were naive to think it could. Being the only non-native Amestrian in the Central forces was mostly to blame, but you figured your looks also had something to do with your sudden popularity. After all, you were below average height, and your round curves rivaled the thin waifish figures of most Amestrian women. It definitely wasn’t the “ideal” body of a soldier, but that never stopped you in the past. Your brown skin, head full of tight curls, and full lips were impossible for others to ignore. You demanded attention whenever you entered a room, whether you wanted it or not. 

And as soon as the two of you made acquaintances, you knew something was bound to happen eventually.

From the moment he uttered that first sultry “Hello” and took your gloved hand in his, kissing the back of it like he was some sort of prince out of a fairy tale, your heart decided on its feelings faster than your brain could process. He pushed the knife in deeper with a little coy smirk that made your breath hitch and your stomach tighten.

“(Y/N), at your service,” you stated, doing your best to hide the tremor in your voice. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, Colonel Mustang.”

“Please,” he said as he let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving your own. “Call me Roy.”

Those four little words sparked the first ember, and from then on you walked with fire in your chest and heat pressed against your cheeks. And no matter how often you dampened those flames, they always reignited into an inferno.

You weren't the one to give into your primal urges, though. You were a professional, for God’s sake, and after clawing your way up through the ranks you’d be damned to throw away years of hard work for a pair of bedroom eyes. Especially when so many others only saw your job offer as an Affirmative Action-esque handout. 

It’s not worth it, you’d mumble under your breath while sorting through piles of paperwork, doing your best to avoid meeting the colonel’s gaze as he sat across the room from you. Knowing what might transpire if you did. For weeks you daydreamed about making that connection with those steely grey eyes that followed your shapely figure wherever you walked, most likely imagining what was underneath. Truthfully, you wanted him to want you. You desired to be desired by the man that tossed out flirtatious remarks right after another, remarks you pretended to hate yet secretly made you giddy. Steely eyed with a boyish charm, he was 100% your type. And you had no idea what to do about it.

At first, you resisted him under the pretense of “work professionalism” and your “commitment to duty”. Sure, you'd play with him a little every now and then just to watch him squirm. Pursing your lips in the shape of a kiss whenever you caught him staring, bending over with the right side showing after “accidentally” dropping something in front of him, giving him a peek at the black skin tight crop top you wore in lieu of a bra whenever you stretched your arms. 

And he'd respond by taking every opportunity to get close to you. Like placing a hand on your waist whenever he moved past you and letting it linger a few seconds longer than it should have, or coming up behind you to whisper something in your ear until goosebumps lined your spine. 

“Your uniform is looking pristine today, (Y/N),” he complimented you one day after you dropped off another pile of urgent documents on his desk. “But I know something that will look better on you.”

You rolled your eyes in response, but decided to humor him.

“And what would that be, sir?”

“Me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you made your leave. Sure, it was predictable, but it was earnest, and the more desperate he got the more it amused you. 

It was all in good fun, at least in the beginning. But after the first couple months, you could sense his growing agitation as each day passed. His movements became strained, his eyes hungrier, his muscles more tense. One day, as you sat at the edge of his desk with your ass just inches away from his hand, you could visibly see him clench his fist as if fighting against an insatiable urge. The sight gave you a rush of power unlike any other.

By the end of your three month mark, the entire department was making bets on when the two of you would finally hook up. Which became a nuisance in the eyes of one person in particular.

That’s right, it wasn’t just your position you had to worry about. Although most of the other military members were quite welcoming to you on that first day, First Lieutenant Hawkeye was the exception. She gave meaning to the phrase “if looks could kill”. Sure, you pretended not to notice the daggers she shot in your direction every time you dared to banter with the roguishly handsome colonel, but that didn’t make it any less intimidating. However, you were no stranger to workplace rivalry, especially in the military. No blondie was going to run you out, not after you worked your ass off to get there.

All of your resolve, however, was put to the test one fateful Friday evening.

Central Command was nearly empty. The rest of the officers had gone home for the day (or were sent home, in Hawkeye’s case, but you didn’t find that out until much later). Apart from a few stragglers hanging around in the hallways, you were pretty much the only one left… apart from him, of course. You’d only been there for a few months, so you had taken every opportunity to build your reputation as a workaholic, refusing to go home unless ordered to. You were hoping it would show your diligence and dedication to the right people. You could practically taste the promotion, you just had to hang in there a little longer. If you could resist the colonel for another few months, you’d be a shoe in. You just knew it.

You headed towards his office to drop off one last pile of paperwork. One he was certain to ignore until the following week, but at least it would’ve been out of your hands and his responsibility. You gave the door a quiet, yet firm knock with the back of your knuckles and waited for permission to enter.

“Come in,” he crooned, his voice sounding more alluring than authoritative. 

You opened the door slowly, clutching the thick pile against your chest before heading inside. When it closed behind you, you clicked your ankles together and gave your colonel a firm salute.

“At ease,” He said off-handedly, placing the file he had in hand onto his desk. You heard him crunching on something, most likely one of those peppermints he always kept by the phone. He focused his rigid eyes onto you, clasping his hands together to form a small tent for his chin to rest on. 

“The paperwork you requested, sir,” You gave a staunch reply, hoping to hide the nervous butterflies that suddenly began to flutter about in your belly. Ah, what was it about that look in his eye that made you feel so skittish? It wasn’t so intimidating when there were people around, but now that you were finally alone...

“I told you, there’s no need for these formalities when it’s just the two of us.”

“With all due respect, this was how I was trained. Sir,” You put extra emphasis on that last title and flashed him a cheeky grin, knowing how much he loved hearing you call him that. It did something to you, seeing his breath hitch and his grip tighten. If he was attempting to hide his arousal, he was doing a pretty shoddy job.

“Were you also trained to put in 12 hour days without clearance?”

Welp. He got you there. So much for all that overtime pay. Not like it would've been approved by HR, anyway.

“...No, sir. But you asked to have these forms done by the end of the week, and I promised to follow through.”

The colonel raised an eyebrow in amusement, not bothering to show restraint as he looked you up and down. The way his eyes were devouring you was enough to make you question all your morals.

“Or maybe you were just looking for an excuse to get me alone.”

You felt your face heat up at his comment, which only got worse when he flashed that usual shit eating grin of his.

“And what if I was?”

“Then I’d forbid you from working so hard and offer to take you out instead.”

You blinked a few times in disbelief, unsure how to interpret his words.

“...What?”

“You’re still pretty new to Central, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, I doubt you’ve gotten the chance to really explore the city. I could be your tour guide.”

“Are you…?”

“Asking you out? Affirmative.”

Your lips parted in shock, then formed into a grin as the corners of your lips crept up.

“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate, colonel?”

“It could be. But only if you wanted that.”

“Sir.”

“Please, (Y/N), I said call me Roy. We’re close enough now, aren’t we?”

“...Roy,” his first name was unfamiliar on your tongue, yet rolled off like smooth silk. It felt odd to call your superior out of his title, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

“Yes?”

“Your offer is tempting, but I’ll have to decline. I can’t risk losing my position.”

“Who has to know?”

“People talk, you know.”

“Then let's give them something to talk about.”

It was corny, but genuine. You could tell he was really trying, perhaps as an attempt to live up to his womanizer reputation. It made you wonder if that was all an act.

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you come here and find out.”

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have hesitated to obey a command from your superior. But hearing him toss aside the suggestive comments for a more direct method of flirting had taken your head for a spin. After months of playful teasing that usually led to nowhere, you suddenly found yourself on a direct course to somewhere. 

It was foolish to fall for a man like him, but there wasn’t a single thing stopping you from taking the plunge. You were about to dive in headfirst without bothering to take a breath.

“Alright, then. I guess I’ll have to come to you.”

He stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back so he could come round the desk and make his way towards you. Your heartbeat steadily increased the closer he got, pounding against your rib cage until it felt like you’d explode. In just a few short seconds, the colonel’s face was inches away from your own and you could practically smell the peppermint candy he had been sucking on just moments ago. You didn’t realize that you’d backed up against the wall until his right arm was suddenly beside your head. He leaned in close until you could smell of his expensive cologne wafting in the air. It reminded you of your dad’s aftershave, with hints of sandalwood and bergamot. 

You’d never been so close to the colonel before and hadn’t realized how much height he had on you. He wasn’t anywhere close to being six feet, but you had always been on the shorter side, and the confidence oozing from his aura was making you feel three inches tall.

“(Y/N),” he said with a stern tone. “I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to give me your honest answer.”

“Sure.”

“That’s an order.”

“... Yes, sir.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes boring holes into you as you waited with stalled breath for him to go on. A few moments passed; you noticed part of his face twitch before he took a big gulp.

Was Roy Mustang… nervous?

“Do you…” He finally spit out after several long seconds. “Do you… want this to go any further?”

You stood there quietly for a moment, wondering if you’d do permanent damage to his ego if you toyed with him any longer. You decided on a mix of genuine honesty and playful taunting, just to keep him on his toes.

“What kind of woman do you take me for, Roy?” you teased, crossing your arms while donning an amused smirk.

“A phenomenal one,” he half-whispered. “One I’d be honored to know more intimately.”

“And once you’ve known me?” you said, meeting his famished gaze. “What will happen?”

“Whatever you want. I could give you space. I could never give you space again. It’s your choice.”

“My superior has handed me the reins,” you goaded gleefully. “What will our colleagues think when they hear of this?”

“I’m serious, (Y/N),” he growled with an unfamiliar sense of urgency. “If you want this… whatever this is, to end here, just say the word and I’ll obey without question. This will never happen again, and everything will go back to the way it was.”

You fell silent, your smile fading away as the conversation began to fall out of your favor.

“But,” he continued, letting out a sharp exhale. “...If you’ll have me. We could m-”

You silenced him with a kiss on the lips, one that left him red faced and dazed. It was a risky move, but one you were more than willing to take. You pulled away after a few seconds and held back a chuckle when you saw his shocked expression; certainly, those long months spent building up tension had paid off. Armed with a silver tongued response, you let your words sink into him like teeth in supple skin. You leaned in close until your breath wisped across his ear.

“Does that answer your question?”

He stared at you with wide eyes and mouth agape for a few moments before pulling you into his embrace once more, kissing you deeply.

His kiss was ravenous, but his hands rivaled that hunger, taking in palmfuls of you as much as he could with all those layers of uniform covering your body. You felt his tongue against your own and relished the sweet peppermint flavor while strong hands slid under the fabric of your outerwear, causing your back to arch further into his grasp. You felt his hands on your back and then again on your hips, groping every curve until his appetite was satiated.

Desperate to get closer, he suddenly pushed you against the wall and grabbed the backs of your thighs as he prepared to lift you up. You let out a tiny yelp a little too late, a weak attempt to warn him of your weight, but your words failed to reach his ears and soon you found yourself in the arms of the Flame Alchemist. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as his hands rested comfortably on your ass, cradling each cheek in his wide palms. You looked down, realizing that your concern for his strength was unfounded. It was as if he was carrying a basket of feathers; there wasn’t any sign of strain to be found in his expression. Your anxiety returned to passion while your hands found their way into the jet black fields of his hair. You found yourself grabbing fistfuls of it as you kissed him deeper and deeper, smiling against his lips every time he moaned from the action. 

Abruptly, he pulled away, eyes soft with desire and longing. You opened your mouth to speak, but he silenced you with another wet kiss before carrying you towards the burgundy couch on the other side of the room.

He laid you down carefully on the velvet cushions, as if you were made of delicate porcelain. Your uniform was already in shambles; the hem of your top coat had ridden up, exposing your disheveled black undershirt and your lack of a bra, and your outer apron was practically on backwards. He took in the sight for a moment; his eyes lost in a lustful haze before finally doing something about it. He dug his fingers under the waistband of your pants in search of the buckle, causing you to let out a surprised squeal right before bursting into giggles. 

“Stahahap!” You weakly batted his hands away. “It tickles!”

You were doomed as soon as the words escaped your lips. With the narrowing of his eyes and a mischievous grin, he placed his fingers in the same spot you just pushed him away from and dug into your belly with a gentle, yet maddening touch.

“Ticklish?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You would’ve spat back a retort had you not been laughing so hard. Feeling him wriggle around in such a sensitive area was more than you could handle at the moment.

“Aaaaah! Roy!! Nooohoho!”

“Ah, now she calls me Roy. Who knew all I had to do to get you to obey me was to tickle you.”

“Nonononono- AAAH!”

Your little outburst was due to him raking his nails down the length of your now-exposed sides, which made you arch your back and push yourself further into his grasp once again. He quit the unbearable wriggling, trading them for soft and gentle strokes, but even those were enough to make you squirm. Your laughs quieted down to muted giggles, ones you tried to mask by covering your mouth with both hands. He took care of that swiftly, taking both wrists into one of his big hands and pinning them above your head. You could feel the heat radiating from his palm, and it made you sweat even more.

“There will be none of that,” He said with an amused smile, looking you up and down as you laid there at his total mercy. Heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks, and you quietly thanked whatever deity was out there for giving you so much melanin.

“Aaahaha… pleeease…” You half-heartedly begged, not for his hands to leave your skin but to continue touching the rest of you.

His free hand trailed up your side, purposefully tickling your bronze skin every inch of the way up until it reached your chest. Now only protected by a thin layer of dark cotton, he began to caress one of your budding nipples as it poked through the fabric of your undershirt. You let out a small moan, unable to hold yourself back. He gave the same attention to your other nipple, flicking the swollen tip until you began to whine. The gentle stimulation was enough to drive you wild, despite the fact that he had barely touched you.

“Why don’t we remove this troublesome uniform so I can find your other sensitive spots?” He cooed, eager to continue his exploration of your body. He released your wrists momentarily and waited for you to undress. You rolled your eyes but obliged, pulling off your unbuttoned top coat and white gloves while he got to work on his own clothes. You scoffed at him as he fumbled around with his own gloves and pants; you assumed the colonel would be a pro by now, with all the “experience” he bragged about having with the ladies, but seeing him awkwardly stumble around like a preteen about to lose his virginity was enough to make you laugh out loud. He put an end to it quickly, however, with another scurry of fingers up your sides. You shrieked again, curling up into yourself to get away from those torturous touches.

“How dare you mock your superior,” he joked, finally managing to undo his belt buckle. His pants slid off unceremoniously; he kicked them across the room and flinched when they landed on an expensive vase, subsequently knocking it over and shattering into pieces. You covered your mouth again, failing to hide another laugh. However, one look at his dejected expression made you regret poking fun at him.

“This is not exactly how I imagined this going,” He mumbled, furrowing his brows in frustration. 

“It’s alright. It’s cute.”

“How dare you call your superior officer cute. I should punish you for that.”

“You’re such a big baby. Stop whining and touch me already.”

“Look who’s giving orders now.”

“Shut up and do as you’re told.”

“As you wish, ma’am,” he teased as he leaned forward, pulling your pants down your thick legs and tossing them aside, this time with a bit more care so as not to break any other valuables in the room. All that was left were your black lace panties and matching undershirt.

He unbuttoned his top coat, removed his white undershirt, and placed both of them on the floor beside the couch, and finally it was your turn to admire his form. You knew the Flame Alchemist was strong after fighting in two different wars, but you had never gotten the chance to see his body in its full glory without the layers of his uniform hiding it away. The muscles in his arms bulged with every movement, complemented by thick veins that ran from the back of his hands to his forearms. He must have been committed to his core workouts as well; he had a well defined six pack that rose and fell with each haggard breath he took. It was enough to make you go feral. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to caress his milky pale skin, which flinched at the sudden contact. It was warm beneath your fingertips, and after a taste you wanted more.

It would have to wait, though, for he was a gentleman and wouldn’t dare come before his lady. 

He crouched down and planted a gentle kiss on your stomach as he began his worship of you. Your skin quivered from the tender gesture and you struggled to hold back another tittered reaction for fear of ruining the moment. Biting your lip failed to stifle the giggles bubbling in your throat as he kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of your exposed belly. He flittered his lips along your sides, moving from waist to navel until his tongue dipped into your belly button. Each subtle movement sent electric currents throughout your body, filling you with pleasure as he adored every centimeter of your seldom touched skin.

Moving downwards, his lips grazed your thigh crease as they continued their descent, but when he went to spread your legs you grabbed his shoulders to stop him. He looked up, brows furrowed with worry at your tense expression.

“Wait,” you said as insecurity overcame you. “I don’t… like how I look down there.”

He said nothing, his gaze returning to the empty space between your thighs that he planned to fill himself. He rubbed the tops of your legs with the lightest pressure, making you writhe in place. He looked up at you again with puppy dog eyes, begging for you to let him in.

“May I?”

You hesitated, but nodded in response. He slowly pushed your legs apart, and suddenly you felt more exposed than ever before. The scars that dotted your pantyline were front and center, the ugly browns and bumpy red ridges garnering all the attention from your colonel. Your pubic hair was wild and unkempt, so much that he’d have to sift through the strands like a man on a safari. Surely, seeing these scars, along with the state of your pubic hair, had turned him off completely.

“It’s just… been a while,” you continued your lament. “A long while.”

Still saying nothing, he leaned forward and surprised you with more gentle pecks directly on the scarred skin you had spent years hiding away from the light. He added his tongue, pulling your thin lace panties to the side and carefully spreading your lips so he could begin to feast. That first lick sent your mind soaring to the heavens, causing your hands to clutch the stiff fabric of the couch for leverage. The space between your legs increased as you opened yourself to him, allowing him access to your seldom shared treasure. Your insecurities quickly faded into nothing, and you surrendered to him body and mind.

Admittedly, it took awhile for you to cum. Longer than you wished. But he was dedicated to your pleasure, keeping his face planted between your thighs through every guttural moan or sudden thrash. You made sure to let him know he was doing the job well, your moans growing louder whenever he licked your clit in just the right way. Alternating between sucking and flicking, he finally found the rhythm that suited you best after several long minutes of trial and error. He kept going, refusing to change his pattern until he heard those magic words.

“I’m gonna come,” you cry out in a breathy voice. “I’m gonna come I’m gonna come I’m gonna-”

An explosion of stars in your peripheral, plus the involuntary curling of your toes, told him all he needed to know. Waves of pleasure washed over your body as your mind went fuzzy, like television screens after a long day’s broadcast. Your chest rose and fell in rapid succession, and upon opening your eyes you were greeted by a victorious smirk from your baby-faced superior. He leaned his cheek against your thigh, lazily kissing along your path of scars until he reached your knees.

“You’re amazing,” he uttered in between smooches. His fingers traced constellations in your skin, making you flinch now and then from the ticklish sensations. You tried to grab his hands, but he was faster, and made sure to take advantage of your vulnerability and increased sensitivity by tickling your hips until you screamed.

“And you’re a menace!” You cried out, playfully slapping his cheeks while he laughed at your expense. 

Once you regained logical thought, you pushed yourself up and faced your superior officer head on. He had given you a taste of pleasure, but you craved more. You wanted him inside you, and you wanted him your way. It was time for Roy Mustang to take orders.

“Lay down,” You commanded, a sudden authoritativeness washing over you. Roy seemed just as shocked as you, but followed your command willingly. He laid back on the couch across strewn cushions and scattered pillows, allowing you to take full reign over him. He wasn't moving fast enough to your liking, so you pushed him down and wrapped your hand around his throat with enough pressure to hold him in place without affecting his breathing. You kept your thumb and forefinger in the shape of a V, careful not to press down too hard too quickly. Your fingers rested comfortably on the sides of his neck as he looked at you with eyes full of affection.

“(Y/N), I never took you as an aggressive one,” He teased, showing no signs of fighting back.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Roy,” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and caressed his freshly shaven face as he watched you, holding back from acting on his arousal.

“Well, I’d certainly love to find out.”

You released him from your grasp and carefully stood up on the unstable cushions, lifting your undershirt over your head and sliding your panties down until you were stark naked. Stark naked, in front of your superior officer, who was gaping at you like he’d just discovered the eighth wonder of the world. You crawled on top of him, seizing the waistband of his own briefs before yanking them off unceremoniously. They were discarded next to the couch with the rest of the wrinkled pieces of your uniforms.

Finally, you saw his member in all its glory. It was pale, with a hint of rosy hue, and exactly the right shape for your preferences. If you had to guess, it was at least 8 inches erect. He’d teased you with his dickprint for those long months, aware of how its size and girth demanded your attention every time you were lucky enough to sit next to him in a meeting. How long had you yearned to feel it for yourself?

You took his rock hard penis into your hand, gathering all of the saliva in your mouth before taking it in. You licked the tip with a flicker of your tongue, smiling to yourself when you saw him writhe where he laid. You wrapped your mouth around him as he cried out in pleasure, finally giving him the relief he desired. Your head began to bob up and down as your tongue licked the entirety of his member. You felt it twitch in your mouth every so often as he began to pulsate, grunting every time the tip hit the back of your throat. You suppressed the urge to gag, slowing down whenever that sick feeling arose, then returned to the same deliberate rhythm when the feeling passed. You could tell the ebb and flow was driving him mad. It was time to give him more.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked, ready to go all the way.

He nodded, reaching over the side of the couch in search of his pants. He fumbled around for a bit, letting out a frustrated curse every once in a while before he found what he was looking for. He ripped off the plastic wrapping and pinched the tip as he slid it down over his painfully erect penis.

When he was ready, you climbed on top and spread your legs.

“Do you want me?” you said, pressing the tip of his head into your vagina. He let out a groan and pushed his hips upward, desperate to get deeper inside of you.

“Yes,” he murmured.

“How badly do you want me?”

“I want you so bad,” his pleas became more urgent, almost turning to whimpers. “Please, let me feel you.”

You obliged, taking him into you. You were still quite wet from his masterful oral skills, so his member slid inside easily without much discomfort. The cry of pleasure that came from him almost caused you to stop in place. You lifted yourself up, then back down again, your cheeks making a smacking sound as they slammed against his thighs.

“Fuck,” he sighed with eyes closed, grunting with every long stroke. “You feel so good.”

You silently agree as your body rises and falls in a steady pattern. He feels so good, so unbelievably good inside you, and all you wanted in that moment was to make him feel as good as you did. You bounced around, testing out different angles to see which gave the best reactions, then settled on one and sped up your strokes.

“Tell me you love it,” you demanded, dripping with sweat, seeking affirmation of a job well done. 

“I love it. I need it. Please, give me more.”

You could feel him getting close. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching your hips for dear life as you rode him into dawn and let out more than a few moans of your own.

Finally, he reached his peak. You could feel his warm cum bursting inside you, protected only by the thin lubricated condom. You sat there for some time, delighting in the random pumps and twitches as he continued to burst inside you. 

Exhaustion finally hit, and when he pulled you into an embrace you didn’t bother protesting. The two of you laid there for however long, lost in a world of ecstasy. One hand was wrapped around your shoulder while the other stroked your wild curls. You closed your eyes and melted into him, making sure to enjoy the moment as much as possible before it was over.

“Roy,” you spoke up after a long bout of silence. “What happens now?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, continuing to caress your frazzled curls and rubbing the back of your neck every now and then. Seemingly lost in thought.

“I told you,” he spoke up after some time. “You call the shots.”

You clenched your fist as it rested against his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, unwilling to let the excitement go.

“I want more of this. I want more of you.”

He responded by cupping your cheek in one hand, pulling it towards his own face so he could address you properly. For once, you felt shy as you made eye contact with your colonel.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Uh, nothing. I have to tend to my garden, but that won’t take long.”

“Let’s do dinner at 7. Then I’ll tend to your garden afterward.”

He was truly something else. You scoffed at his ridiculous innuendo, gently backhanding him for daring to be so cheesy at such a time. He simply smiled back, pulling you in closer so he could kiss you again, and again, and again.

Work, promotions, envious colleagues… all of that could wait. Right now, you had everything you wanted. You’d figure the rest out later.

After all, you were a phenomenal woman. 

[hoeforpoeanddin]

NSFW Alphabet: Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: NSFW so begone underage peeps. Mention of breeding kink and pregnancy

AN: Happy May the 4th! May the force be with ya kids. NSFW under the cut! Also I curse a lot.

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly when y’all are at the base. After cleaning you up, he cleans himself and you two cuddle in bed, if you two have the time to do so. Sweet words, so many kisses and lots of touches are incorporated.

If y’all just had a quickie and Poe has to bounce, he’d give you so many kisses and as he runs to the door, he’d tell you that he’d miss you and everything. If it’s you who’s gotta go, Poe would be giving you them puppy eyes, silently begging you not to leave.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He KNOWS that he’s got a nice bootay. Oh he does. But he’s proud of his arms too, especially when you put your hand on them.

On you, everything. But if he has to pick, he’d definitely go with your ass/hip/thighs area. Love how they feel pressed against his body, under his hands and with his lips. To kiss though, he loves your neck. If he could, he’d munch on it forever. nom nom eat up Poe Dameron

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ideally, he would like to cum inside you. The intimacy of feeling his cum in you is addicting. Watching your hole filled with his release satisfies something primal in him and he could stare at it forever. At the same time, he doesn’t mind going down on you after he emptied his balls into you. Tasting the result of you and his lovemaking doesn’t gross him out.

After returning from a mission where he couldn’t really take care of himself, he’d cum thick and a lot. On those occasions, he’d love to cum on your face or chest to brand you, if you are into that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so much a secret because it’s obvious and you’ve noticed it already, but he LOVES to stare at the part you two are connected. A visual reminder of the closeness of you two, how well you’re taking him and how wet you two are. He loves all of it and he’d tell you.

Also, he would love to fuck you in a meeting. But even the risk of getting caught is too high for this adrenaline loving flyboy, so he just fantasizes about it. Or settles with fingering you in one.

As a former spice runner, he knows what spices can do to you so he definitely wants to try some with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows that he’s doing and he does it well because of the past experiences he’d had, whether that be one night stances, FWB relationships, or past relationships.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that he gets to see your face, cup your cheeks and kiss you, HE LOVES. Missionary, spread eagle, cowgirl and the list goes on. He would like to stare into your eyes and see how desperate you are. Whispering dirty things into your ears, leaving marks on your neck and collarbone, and just… feeling you, that’s important to him.

But there’s no point in denying that he doesn’t appreciate doggy. He loves you ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very. Humorous. He’d tease you, kind of make a joke of you being cock dumb and stuff. Sometimes, he jokingly bites you, leaves a random mark on your stomach, and tickles you with his scruff, just to lighten up the mood. He is serious enough but not too serious during the moment.

Though when you two were separated for a certain period of time, there’s no time for him to be goofy. He’d be desperate for the first round, all serious and want to be physically and emotionally reunited, and in sync with you. After the first round, he’ll crack some jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Manscaping may not be the most prioritized thing for Poe at the moment, but he tries to take care of it for you. He won’t be clean shaven though, that’s just too time consuming to maintain it and he likes some hair down there, especially when your nose nuzzles into it during a blowjob.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Being intimate and romantic is owned and copyrighted by Poe Dameron. He’d kiss you, worship you, praise you, touch every inch of your skin and try to convey all the emotions he has for you through sex. Physical proximity is a must for Poe. So he would be just talking, dirtily obviously, and touching and kissing you. Constantly. Only during sex, you two can forget about the galaxy and he wants to show that he’s 100% focused on you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away on a mission, yes. He jerks off. He may find some pornographic materials to help him or try to think of you. When you two are physically together? Hello mutual masturbation, Poe called and wants to book you for the weekend.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As mentioned in E = Experience, he’s experienced. But he actually is not-too-crazily-kinky-but-experienced, so he may not whip out a handmade sex machine on you but he’s done the basics and some advanced shit.

He definitely has praise kink. This boy is a cocky hoe. He loves getting compliments and being reminded that he’s good to you. But let’s flip the table. He loves to praise the hell out of you, tell you how well you’re taking him and stuff. He just wants to be a good boi for ya.

Dry humping and rubbing too. He just likes to make sure that you know that he’s horny and how hard he is. For him, it’s not teasing, it’s a way of showing how needy he is but to you, it feels unfair. You want him inside you but you can’t deny the appeal of them.

He’s a verse, leaning more towards top but please, top him. He wants you to take control too. Loves it when you ride him and control his orgasm, telling him that he needs to be a good boy to get his reward and he’ll do his best to please you.

Once the war is over and your friends start to get married and have kids, he’d have a full-blown breeding kink. Creampie all the way. Would he get a plug? Yes. Would you slightly judge him for it? Yes. Would you still love him? Fuck yes. Would Poe use it on you? ABSOLUTELY.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ooh. He loves thrills, adrenaline rushes and taking risks. So. In his X-Wing, the Falcon, a semi-secluded storage room, an empty room, anywhere that he gets to say “Be quiet baby, someone’s gonna see you getting fucked hard, you wouldn’t want that, do ya?” but really wants you to scream and let the whole base know that he’s fucking you that good, would be his favorite places.

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t appreciate loving you in your, his or you two’s quarters. It’s almost like a sanctuary to him, to forget about the world and the burdens you two carry for a moment and indulge in each other. But you two may be too loud, your neighbors might hate y’all and bang on the wall. Is that really private? Not sure. Does Poe care? He pretends to but actually he doesn’t. It just shows how good he is at making you feel good.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Not to be too cheesy and stuff, but anything you do. You flashed a smile at him when you saw him at the cantina? He wants to drag you into an empty room and rail you. You working hard and being serious? He wants to help you relax by eating you out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that accompanies excessive pain. Spanking may be okay but leaving you a scar, drawing some blood or straight up punching you, he can’t. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Won’t complain when you’re offering, in fact he loves it when you go down on him. When you seem to enjoy stuffing your mouth with his dick, he’s ready to cum hard. BUT. Poe is a pleaser. He loves to see his partner going crazy with his tongue and mouth, so he’d like to stay between your thighs forever. If you don’t feel like receiving his enthusiastic oral, he’d be terrified that he’s done something wrong but once you explain that you’re just not up for it for whatever reasons, he’ll respect you and your body but will miss drinking you up.

Ride his face. Sit on his face. He’d hold onto your thighs and will lap whatever you give him till you beg him to stop. He might cum if you stay on his face long enough.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and sensual is his thing. Busy schedule is a prerequisite of being a pilot. So he may have to be quick but will make it heartfelt and sexy for you too.

But when you two have some time to indulge, HE WOULD GO SO DAMN SLOW YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR A RELEASE. He likes to take time to show you how much he appreciates and cares about you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Look outside. There’s a war going on. Quickies are a part of your sex life. Neither of you mind them but Poe would say “Maker, I wish I could just be in bed with you, fucking you till morning right now.” that kind of stuff. He just wants to be with you. But hey, whenever he hoisted you up against the wall or a door, he seems to be living the moment.

Post-war quickies are rare but Poe loves the thrill and adrenaline of them, he’d definitely squeeze a quick fuck before you or him go into a meeting or mission.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

YES, HE LIVES FOR TAKING RISKS. I’ve been saying and I hate redundancy. Anyways, he wouldn’t hesitate trying something out that he heard or read about. When you bring up something you’d like to try, he’d be VERY pleased and eager to test it out immediately.

Please refer to L = Location as for risky locations that Poe is into.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds in a row, with a break, he can go a couple more. He can last long enough to make you cum with his dick.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He had a couple in the past but when he joined the Resistance, he gave up on them. Now he’s with you, when he goes on a mission and sees some toys being sold, he’d definitely grab one or two. Obviously to use them on you but he wouldn’t mind you using them on him either!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Does he love to tease? Does he love to be unfair? A simple “yes” to those questions would be the biggest understatement of the year. Edging, teasing you, playfully denying orgasms, making you cum on his mouth for so many times yet refuses to fuck you with his dick, he’s creative with coming up with ways to tease you. When you’re whiny and begging, he goes crazy. He loves to see you being vocal and honest.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vocal af. Grunting and moaning A LOT. Once he learns that you like it when he talks dirty, he will not SHUT THE FUCK UP. He’d definitely get turned on by how loud he is and how you’re enjoying it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Before you two became a thing, he accidentally saw your underwear because your pants hung too low and he jerked off to the image MULTIPLE TIMES. Also he loves to see you wearing his clothes. Remember that tunic thingy he only wore once in TFA? Borrow it. He’d snuggle into you and won’t leave your side. The shirt he rocked in TROS? Wear it. He’d tell you how hard he is and show you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average but not too crazy. Thicker than the average for sure. It’s a pretty cock and he knows it. Also his balls are big. Not pendulous, but big and fit in your hands nicely.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not as high as his younger self, but still high. Also he values sex not just as physical but also emotional and psychological act, so his desire to have you is pretty high. He wants to feel your pulses, body moving, breathing on his body and the warmth. He craves that. He wants a physical reminder that you’re with him, alive and well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After making sure that you’re cleaned up and nice and cozy, you two would cuddle and he’d doze off fairly quickly. He wants to stay awake and see you fall asleep, but he’s tired. Let that boy sleep. He won’t fall asleep without you in his arms though. Or check Sleep with Poe Dameron Headcanons to read more about Poe sleeping with you. Shameless self-plug is my middle name.

[demonic-cultivar]

Hello! I'm just curious but who are your top 10 MXTX characters?

oooooh this took a bit of thought to whittle down!!! this is only kinda in order!!

nie huaisang - my baby baby boy. i think about this man literally constantly. honestly, his character is a fragmented little heap of contradictory traits that you get to assemble however you like, and i've spent like... a year just building my perfect version of him. at the same time, there are so many other takes of him that are incredibly dear to me. he's like his own little multiverse! i am lost in the nie huaisang sauce.

wei wuxian - i FELL IN LOVE with this man as i read mdzs. brilliant, irreverent, devious, volatile, empathetic, SELFLESS...!! he's tailor-made to be one of the most magnetic protagonists i've ever encountered!!

hua cheng - the perfect man, would marry in a heartbeat. HUGE supervillain vibes, 100% committed to The Aesthetic, morally ambiguous as FUCK, but literally devotes his life to the man he loves. swoon city!!

lan xichen - i LOVE that such a soft boy somehow lives in such a harsh world. i ESPECIALLY love thinking about how canon was a major test of that softness, and how he might possibly be able to recover after having his world shattered. he's so Vulnerable, despite his immense personal and political power, and i adore that vulnerability!!

jin guangyao - gorgeously crafted villain, fascinatingly fucked up mindspace, i love delving into his motivations and obsessions. he's a pile of neuroses that puts on a hat and pretends to be a well-adjusted person, and i have no choice but to stan

nie mingjue- wonderfully complex in his simplicity. he's bull-headed, completely sure in his own convictions, a black-and-white-thinker in a morally-gray world. and he cares SO MUCH!! he's got the weight of the world on his broad, sculpted shoulders!! his fatal flaw is FEELING TOO MUCH!!!

xie lian - DOING HIS GODDAMN BEST AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT!! the dichotomy of goofy, humble wanderer vs supremely powerful, supremely kind martial god.... he's got layers and im here for them. he had so many chances to break, and he got close, but he never gave up!!

mo xuanyu - listen. i know we never actually meet him. but i love him so much?? canon is kinda awful to him without ever giving him a chance to exonerate himself, and with the themes so centered around ferreting out the truth among nasty rumors, i can't help but feel supremely protective of him. justice (and therapy) for mxy!!

a-qing - hands down THE most badass mxtx character. she's got grit. she's got brains. she's quick on her feet and cool under pressure. she faced down XUE FUCKING YANG and walked DIRECTLY into his sword without fucking flinching!! her scam powers are off the goddamn CHARTS

wen ning - in the novel he did this sexy little journey where i originally thought of him as wwx's "henchman," but by the end i was fully invested in him as a character. i want the nicest things for him!! he also did the "ill keep all my emotions right here, and then, one day, ill die" bit, but after he died he got to unleash all of his bottled emotions in a primal blood-rage, which is #goals

honorable mentions: qi rong - horrible little gremlin man, we love to see it shang qinghua - he really went out there and fucked his own oc, an icon zhuzhi lang - soft snake boy wants to be loved! adorable! jin ling - awful little boy doing his absolute best <3

[cupidcreates]

for the ask prompts! since this is a deku supremacy blog, lemme get #13, 19, 23, 48, and as a freebee: what’s our resident dekutie’s dirtiest secret? -😌✨

Hell yeah sparkles Deku supremacy 100% also I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna add 22 and 26 onto here because I wanna talk about Izuku’s 🍆 and kinks I just love him so much 😭❤️

(Once again all characters are depicted as 18+)

13. If they could swap quirks with someone who would it be?

I think before Izuku had OFA he’d probably take any quirk if it had been offered to him; but now that he’s got All Might’s quirk he’s very attached to it. That being said, if he had the chance to switch quirks I’d say he’d either choose Tokoyami or Bakugou.

For Tokoyami we already know Izuku think’s he’s pretty cool; I think he digs the dark aesthetic Tokoyami has and wouldn’t mind taking Dark Shadow. It’s such a unique quirk that Izuku would absolutely use having it as a learning experience.

For Bakugou Izuku has a lot of feelings regarding their past, though they have definitely reconciled as adults he still has lingering guilt about being All Might’s chosen successor; even though he really has nothing to feel guilty about. He knows Bakugou admired All Might just as much as he did and he knows Bakugou still feels like he was the one to ultimately end All Might’s career. If he could give Bakugou OFA he definitely would (nevermind that he has before) Plus having Bakugou’s quirk wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, he is and has always been Dynamight’s biggest fan after all.

19. What are their biggest turn ons?

Izuku has a FUCKTON of kinks and as a result is very easily turned on, just lean into one of them and he’ll be hard in less than a minute. (His stamina and recovery time are off the charts though so please don’t try anything if you’ve got places to be soon, you WILL miss them)

Nothing gets Izuku harder than praise, but it has to come from very specific people and in very specific ways. A random civilian telling him they think he’s cool won’t do it but if his SO were to tell him the outline of his dick through his costume was turning them on you bet that’d get him there.

Izuku also loves seeing his SO in anything revealing. If you’ve got any type of cute lingerie don’t be afraid to pull it out. It drives him wild to see your body hidden by laces and frills and silk. Just don’t get anything All Might themed, contrary to popular belief Izuku does not want to be thinking about his father figure stand in when he’s about to fuck you into the mattress. Shocker I know.

22. What are their kinks?

Buckle the fuckle UP because I have got a LIST for y’all

Praise kink: As I said Izuku loves to be praised, it helps dispel some of his lingering insecurity and self doubt. It means the most when it comes from his SO, but he especially enjoys hearing praises about his body. Start in on how good pleasure looks on his face while fucking and he might just bust inside you right there and then. Speaking of...

Breeding: If you’ve got a vagina I suggest you be on some STRONG birth control because Izuku can’t go a day without pumping a load into you. This is his biggest kink, he absolutely adores the feeling of releasing inside of you, coating your insides with cum and feeling you clench around him.

And he’s not one to stop at a single round, oh no you’ll be there for hours getting load after load shot directly into you. Izuku is a responsible person of course, it’s not that he wants kids right away; but mimicking the act of it, or even just hearing you say you want him to finish inside you drives him absolutely wild. 

He just can’t help himself, he really can’t. He’d never ever pressure his SO into doing something they didn’t want to, so if you ask him to wear a condom he absolutely will with no hesitation. But if you’re into this kink be prepared to have it exercised frequently and often without warning. Izuku is a horny mother fucker with an intense sex drive, you won’t go a day without being bent over some piece of furniture.

Somnophilia: Izuku’s days are lengthy and difficult, he gets very few days off and very few breaks while on the clock. The number one pro hero does have to be constantly on top of things to maintain status after all, so in comes the issue of spare time and energy. 

Make no mistake; Izuku has enough stamina to work a whole twelve hour day patrolling and dealing with various disasters/villains and come home to fuck you for another three hours before finally succumbing to exhaustion, the issue is that you’re frequently already asleep by the time he gets home.

So Izuku breached the idea of Somnophilia with you, just as something you could potentially be interested in (definitely not taking this opportunity to exercise a kink he’s been keeping in secret for years now, no honey certainly not). Basically if you’re already asleep by the time he gets home you’ve got an agreement that he can use your body to get himself off should he desire it, and you’re welcome to do the same should you wake up in the middle of the night.

He’s ever so careful when he fucks you like this, choosing to play with you or eat you out so you’re wet enough for him. He’ll penetrate you slowly, so as not to wake you up, and grind himself into you for hours, using your body to edge himself before finally releasing inside of you. You’ll often wake up with him still resting inside of you, hard and leaking inside you once again. Which segways nicely into...

Cock Warming: On particularly lazy days, the ever so elusive day off, Izuku likes to spend the day snuggled up close to you watching movies on the couch. And hey, if his cock is buried deep within you while you’re doing that then it’s only an improvement. As I said Izuku has excellent stamina and a fast recovery time but he’s also got enough willpower to hold himself back while you squirm and whimper on top of him. In fact he loves watching you wiggle in his lap, trying to get something, anything, by way of pleasure. 

Izuku’s so thick he fills you out pretty nicely as well, any sort of movement even if it’s only a slight jostling or him re-adjusting his position will send sparks of pleasure up your spine. If you’re good he’ll grind himself into you, being sure to go excruciatingly slow, but don’t expect to be proper fucked for a long while. He just enjoys watching you come apart on top of him too much to give you what you want immediately.

Edging: While Izuku may enjoy pumping load after load into his SO’s pliant body, he’s also very much into edging. There’s just something about driving his partner to near orgasm only to stop just before they break that turns him on. He loves hearing you whine and squirm and complain about being so close, it only makes the look on your face as he finally lets you come that much better.

Overstimulation: Speaking of coming, don’t think he’s going to let you get off and then be done. No he’s the type to fuck you through your orgasm and directly into another one. He doesn’t particularly care when you say it’s too much, he’ll whisper sweet words in your ear about how well you’re taking him and how much you deserve to come again. He praise you to heaven and back while fucking your oversensitive body into the mattress, keeping your hands pinned above your head so you’ve got no option to just lay back and let him force orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Domination/Submission: Izuku Midoriya is a pure switch and no one can tell me any differently. He enjoys dominating his SO just as much as he enjoys being dominated. He’s not sure what turns him on more; forcing your face into the mattress as he fucks you from behind or having you force his head between your legs to use his mouth for your pleasure. Either way you can be sure he’s having a great time.

Face Sitting/Oral: Playing off his favorite body parts (found below) as well as his Dom/Sub kink, Izuku will frequently pull you onto his face and show you just how well he can eat you out. And wow does this man know how to give head, his technique is flawless and often has you coming in under a minute. A kinder man would let you up once you finish but you’ve seen this kink list, you’re not getting away from him until his face is soaked and you’ve come at least five or six times. 

Pegging: Izuku’s not all about penetrating his SO, he will very much let them have a go at him should they want to. He’ll let an SO with a cock top him any time they like and he’s got a myriad of dildos for an SO who needs a strap.

He’s a whiny bottom as well, squirming and gasping as he’s being driven into. He cums quick when he’s being penetrated, unable to hold himself back as he’s being fucked with everything you’ve got. Don’t go easy on him, otherwise he’ll flip you over and ride the strap himself. He’s a sight to behold when he does that so maybe do take it easy on him if you want a show.

Mommy Kink: Don’t fight me on this one Izuku Midoriya has a mommy kink and I won’t be convinced otherwise. This one is the one he’s most embarrassed about because he has NO idea where it came from. He just woke up one day and decided it would be SUPER EROTIC to call his SO Mommy.

He dials it back if this SO isn’t into that but if you’re fine with it then just go ahead and make that “Bitch I’m A Mother! No Drama!” tiktok trend yours because he’ll be calling you mommy every other minute he’s fucking you. And as we’ve already established, that is quite frequently.

Primal: Again I won’t fight on this!! Izuku Midoriya is into the predator/prey shit, deadass. This one he stumbled across last while with his SO, just playing a casual game of hide and go seek in the dark of their apartment (as adults do, you know. Listen sometimes you just need something new to do alright stop judging). He found pretty quickly that prowling around in the dark in search of you was incredibly arousing. His ears straining as he listened for any sound that could potentially give your location away, he started thinking of all the things he could do to you once he found you.

You, meanwhile, were of a similar mindset as you hid crumpled up in the corner of your shared closet. Your heart racing as you sat awaiting him, thinking about him tackling you to the ground and fucking you right there in the closet. 

Oh and he did eventually find you, crouched in the corner holding your breath as he stalked towards you on all fours. You made a break for it but he was much too quick for you and you quickly found your face pressed into the carpet, Izuku’s hot breath on your face as he ground his hard cock into your ass already pulling your clothes off you.

“Caught you kitten”

Voyeurism: Izuku loves to learn and the best way to do so is to observe and take notes. He’s been doing this for so long that it just becomes second nature for him to record something new he sees, muttering all the while. So it comes as no surprise that he enjoys watching his SO, you don’t even have to be doing anything interesting! You could just be putting the dishes away and he’ll be somewhere in the background, just observing.

Naturally this carries over into his sex life, Izuku is a voyeur and arguably has been for the longest time. He could spend hours just watching his SO touch themselves, mentally recording their movements and what get the greatest reaction from them. He’s got your masturbation habits down to a T at this point and can mentally go through your routine movement by movement.

Some days he won’t even touch you, instead choosing to let you get yourself off in various ways while he watches from afar. He especially loves when he’s shrouded in darkness and you’re illuminated by a soft light. It gives him a rush to think about seeing without being seen.

Clothed Sex: Izuku doesn’t like quick sex, I think at this point that’s evident. He very much prefers to take his time fucking you into oblivion, but if he does have to get it done quickly he enjoys clothed sex. Something about being completely dressed while fucking you in your work outfit/hero costume really sets him off. Bonus points if he comes inside you and you don’t have time to get cleaned up. He finds the idea of you going about your day with his cum leaking out of you incredibly arousing.

23. Do they have a favorite body part on their SO?

Izuku loves everything about his SO but he has a particular fondness for three things: Tits, ass, and thighs regardless of shape or size. (And yes my male/masculine enby readers, titties does include pecks)  

Did I mention he can’t keep his hands to himself? Because he can’t. He’s particularly handsy and loves to grope his SO from behind, mostly because this gives his hands access to their chest and his cock the ability to grind against their ass and thighs.

26. 🍆 Headcanons?

It’s always the quiet ones that have the biggest dicks, always. This man is hung sporting a 8.9 inch cock that’s thicker than a soda can. He’s aware of his size and as a result will always air on the side of caution when fucking his SO. The last thing he wants to do is send them to the ER with a bruised pelvis, the media would have a field day with that one. (Number One Pro Hero Deku breaks his partners spine with his massive horse cock! More at eleven!)

He’s not very veiny, having just a few small ones on the sides, but he does have a mass of freckles all over his dick, especially at the base. He’s a bit self conscious about this but honestly it’s adorable and you make a point to frequently tell him so.

He’s got the same thickness throughout so if it’s difficult to get the tip in (which it will be at first, regardless) it’s going to be difficult the whole way through. Keep a decent amount of lube nearby and you can manage it though, and he fucks so frequently that eventually your body will just take the shape of his cock and be ready for him at any time. Which makes life easier for the both of you. He also curves upwards ever so slightly, it’s barely noticeable until he’s inside you.

Izuku has an excellent diet as he’s kept pretty strictly to it for years now, only ever having junk food every now and again and in very small portions. As a result he is incredibly pleasant and almost sweet to taste. 

48. Which of the seven deadly sins do they most embody?

It’s not that Izuku is the embodiment of Lust or Envy, it’s more that he doesn’t embody the others in any way, shape, or form. His connection to Lust and Envy isn’t strong enough to be immediately noticeable but oh how it is definitely there.

First off; Lust. Did I say that Izuku can’t keep his hands to himself? I don’t think I made that clear yet, he can’t keep his hands to himself. Make no mistake he’s respectful and would never touch anyone without consent, but when he’s with his SO he can’t just have a simple and sweet cuddle session without groping them.

His envy would have developed at a very early age and even after gaining OFA it wouldn’t have gone away. He gets incredibly envious of the abilities of others very easily, being very aware that regardless of how much he’s improved everyone with a natural-born quirk would have had more time than him to hone their abilities. It’s why he takes so many notes, he constantly feels like he’s falling behind. The silver lining to this envy is that it pushes him to do better and work even harder on improving himself, though he’ll never stop feeling like he’s at a disatvantage.

50. Freebee: What’s Izuku’s dirtiest secret?

Izuku is a horny bitch and therefore has several dirty secrets he’s taking to his grave. His worse one would probably be the time he got his bullet vibrator stuck inside him and had to go about his day at work with it brushing up against his prostate constantly. Everyone just assumed he was overworked or maybe even sick at the time, but little did they know that every time he ran off to the bathroom he was actually just cleaning the cum from his costume.

It wasn’t all bad though, eventually he did run dry and ended up just shooting blanks for the rest of the day. He didn’t have to run off every time he came to clean himself off but he did get several odd looks when he was unable to hold back his grunts and moans.

Needless to say he gave his costume a thorough washing after that day.

Sorry this took so long! There were a lot of questions with this one and I added a few myself ❤ I love Izuku so much and I wanted to make sure his asks were good ❤ (With the amount of times I covered my face while writing this you’d think I was a virgin)

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What You Want

Anon:  ...Can I request a Bruce x fem!reader smut, with Bruce having been exposed to sex pollen while fighting a villain during one of his night patrols and reader being Bruce's ward who's been harboring a crush on him, and who decided to help him through the patch? Cue to Bruce facing various dilemma but reader is 100% consenting to help him...  Notes: NSFW I think we can all agree that after part 13 we all deserve some smut. This almost had some Jason phone sex. Almost. Words: 2,316

      Bruce can’t get the image of you out of his head. An hour after patrol, he was still in the cave in front of the computer when you walked back in after taking a shower. A towel was lazily pressed against your breast and hang down only to cover half of your body. 

      Your skin was highlighted by the artificial light bouncing off of your still wet body, droplets of water were sliding down your curves agonizingly slowly. But what caught his eyes in an instant was the obvious redness of your face.

      You were breathing through your mouth and he could see your chest rising and falling. Your eyes were half-open, your lashes damp, your lips quivering when your shivering voice calls out to him.

      “Bruce… I think something’s wrong with my body.”

      Batman is now standing in the dead center of Poison Ivy’s greenhouse after having just trashed the place from your last patrol. He had apologized before but now he had come back to ask for a favor.

      “Fix it.” 

      Ivy should have expected less formality and more crass. She already knows why Batman is here.

      “The only way to get rid of it is by having sex with the girl,” she replies bored, tending to her plants. She would’ve thought the greatest detective on Earth would’ve deduced such a thing from the name alone. 

      When she doesn’t hear a reply she suspects that he’s left. But she looks to make sure anyway. Ivy’s surprised to find Batman still there and standing… awkward? She laughs out loud. 

      “What’s wrong? Can’t get it up?”

     Batman walks away from Ivy but takes his time on his way back. When he pulls up in the cave, you’re already waiting for him in his chair, a little calmer, breathing better.

     “You don’t look happy. I’m guessing Ivy didn’t want to help.”

      Bruce tries to avoid your gaze as he moves slowly toward you.

     “How are you feeling?”

     “Just… embarrassed, I guess.” You laugh. “Did she at least say what it was that I inhaled?”

     Bruce purses his lips. As a father figure, he feels he shouldn’t tell you. But as a man constantly in the pursuit of truth, he does. “Sex pollen.”

     You feel the heat rise up to your cheeks coming from the depths of your core. “Wh-what?” you say nervously, trying to mask it with some laughter. “Has Dick or Jason ever been hit with this thing? What did you do?”

     Bruce coughs, visibly uncomfortable. “Not to my knowledge but if they did--” he pauses.

     If they did? They would’ve gotten rid of it on their own…Bruce wouldn’t know.

     An awkward silence stands between you. “Bruce,” you say out loud but your lips are quivering and you can feel the heat traveling to the tips of your fingers. You reach out to try and tug back his cowl.

      But the moment freezes you. Are you willing to risk this step? You may be drugged up on sex pollen but once you make this move, there will be no turning back.

      You take your hand back instead and try to hide your nerves with a chuckle. “I guess I’ll call Dick and ask. Goodnight!”

      You jump up from the chair and swiftly kiss Bruce on the cheek, something you’ve always done, but when you’re pulling back this time, it feels as if time has slowed down, tempting you to take his lips next.

      You clamp your mouth shut and quickly leave the cave, your heart is pounding as you rush through the manor to reach your room. Quickly, you lie in your bed and grab your phone. Your finger hovers over Dick’s number.

      You can’t actually call Dick about something like this. It would be too awkward.

      You dial Jason instead. It only rings twice before he answers.

      “Good evening, my favorite bird.”

      Jason’s teasing voice suddenly riles up your insides and you suddenly can’t think straight again.

      “Sex… pollen.”

      When Jason heard the first word, he didn’t know what to expect. After hearing the whole thing, he almost choked.

      “Give me five minutes to wrap this up. Then I’ll call you ba--”

      Jason doesn’t even finish his own sentence before he hangs up. There was a sense of urgency in his voice and you mentally hit yourself for not thinking that he might be on patrol. Of course, he would be on patrol. Jason never takes a night off.

      When your phone rings, the vibrations it made on your bed reminds you of your current predicament.

      “Are you lying down?” is the first thing Jason says before you could say hello.

      “Y-yess…”

      “Fuck. You’re already shivering. Okay, Y/N. You just gotta do as I say, okay?”

      “Mm.”

      “You gotta touch yourself.” Your eyes widen at his order. “How many hours has it been since you’ve been hit?”

      “I… I don’t know. 3 hours?”

      “Okay. Fairly normal. You still have some control. And I know you’re sexually active so--”

      “Jason!”

      “Don’t worry I don’t judge. Also, you’re not very good at hiding your string of lovers all over Gotham.”

      You close your eyes and bite your lips. This is not how you expected this conversation to go at all. 

      It’s not like you actually had sex with them. You just wanted to forget Bruce. Forget you’re his ward and forget that you’re in love with him. Whenever the touching started, you would always imagine it’s his hands caressing your body and his lips roaming your skin. But the moment you open your eyes, you feel repulsed and you run away.

      “Y/N, you still there?”

      “Ye--… yeah.”

      “Like I was saying you, sex pollen gets worse the longer it stays in your body. It takes away inhibition-- like alcohol-- but these are spores that settle in your system--”

      “Ewwww.” You sit up suddenly because that information is enough to put your inhibitions back up.

      He chuckles, “Right? Anyway, it’s weakness is dopamine. Just flood your body with it and you’ll be all good in no time.”

      “So it doesn’t… necessarily have to be sex?”

      “Nope. When people’s inhibitions are low they resort to their primal instincts and everyone’s most primal one is mating. But from experience...” you wait and when Jason finally speaks again, he’s fake whispering. “A good lay after patrol really takes the edge off.”

      You want to groan and cuss at him but his low voice is only making you wet.

      “Jason… can you… pretend to be Bruce for me?”

      Jason knows about your crush since the first day Batman brought you to the cave. You were shocked and terrified and you would not let go of his cape. It got to the point where Bruce had to lie in bed with you, in his suit, until you fell asleep. Even then, your sleeping form wouldn’t let him go.

      He and Dick thought it was just a phase everyone goes through every time they first encounter the magnitude and safety emitted by Batman’s presence. But the more he watched how you handle yourself around Bruce, as Batman and as himself, the more your infatuation had evolved.

      “It doesn’t have to be him, Y/N. It’s just mastur--”

      “Jason… please.”

      Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. When he first confronted you about your crush and he became your only confidant, he never expected to be put in this kind of situation somewhere down the line. 

      He coughs and puts his hand over his phone. He practices a few times before he finally speaks again, as best he can, adopting Bruce’s voice.

      “Y/N.”

      You feel guilty. You’re biting your lips and closing your eyes because you know this is wrong. Unfair to Jason. Not enough for you. And completely an injustice to Bruce. 

      But you can’t help it. You can already see Bruce’s eyes looking down at you, his muscular body hovering over you, built shoulders trapping you, and his knees caging your hips. His eyes are glazed over and his jaw is tight, clenching his teeth.

      You reach up to touch his face and your eyes widen when you come in contact with skin.

      “Bru--”

      His hand covers your mouth gently and hushes you, blowing hot breath on your cheeks. 

      “Y/N, want me to keep going?”

      He takes his hand away and takes your phone. He places it near your mouth.

      “I... I’m good now, Jason. Thank yo--”

      Bruce hangs up the phone and throws it on the floor.

      He’s no longer touching you in any way but his body is still hovering over you. When you look at him, his face is flushed red, sweat dripping down the sides of his head, and his eyes are narrowed and staring at you. “Bruce, you’re...”

     “Some of it got on me… when I helped you.”

      The pollen had fallen on you when you crashed into Ivy’s greenhouse. Batman quickly made sure you were okay but you had already inhaled some of it. You suddenly remember coughing as he helped you stand up.

      “You-- you want me?” you couldn’t help asking. He had come from Ivy’s greenhouse, he could have tracked down Selina, could have called any one of his past lovers, but right now, he’s with you.

      You watch Bruce’s eyes narrow, “I… I… What am I doing…”

      Bruce starts to lift himself off but you grab his arms to keep him there. “It’s okay--”

      “I’m taking advantage of you.”

      You shake your head, “Bruce, I consent. I want to do this-- I want to do this with you!”

      His eyes narrow, full of disbelief, “That’s the pollen talking--”

      “No-- it’s me. I’ve always--”

      “Don’t,”  he interrupts you quietly, resting his forehead against yours. “Don’t say it.”

      Your wide eyes shift around as you try to understand him. “Why not?” you whisper.

      Bruce knows. Of course, he knows. How could you have been so stupid to think you’ve hidden this so well, or underestimated Batman and thought you could hide it at all.

      You purse your lips and you glare at the impossible man above you. “I want you, Bruce. I’ve always wanted you.”

      Bruce’s eyes widen and they search your face for any hint of a lie, a forced confession brought on by the pollen. But he couldn’t find any.

      “Okay.”

      You stare at him with disbelief but your hands are already reaching up and wrapping around the back of his neck. “Just okay?”

      You pull him down and he lets you. His lips hover over yours and you stop breathing. 

      “Y/N.”

      His voice. His own voice. The husky sound that crawls on your skin and invades your body.

      As soon as Bruce kisses you, the pollen takes over.

      Your hands are gripping each other’s bodies. Fingers and nails digging into the skin. Hips pressing against each other. You’re getting wetter and Bruce is getting harder.

      He sits up and quickly takes off his shirt and his pants. You don’t have to time admire his naked form because he’s already undressing you. You’re almost surprised by how quickly and expertly he does it. But that’s not what you want to focus on right now.

      Before Bruce can take over, you want to make a claim. You sit up only to bend over and take his cock into your mouth. The sudden feeling of warmth and wetness makes Bruce grip your shoulders, veins popping out of his arms as he controls his hold and his desire to buck his hips hard.

      You take your time tasting him, sucking on him, and playing with him using your tongue. Every time you press the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock, his fingers dig deeper into your skin.

      When you hear him growl, you finally release him with a popping sound that vibrates in the silent room. Before you can look up, Bruce pushes you down against the bed. His eyes are wide open and he’s baring his teeth. You’ve never seen Bruce on the verge of losing control.

      You touch the side of his cheek, “Bruce. I want this.”

      You watch his face soften for a millisecond before the face of an animal returns. But his features are much tighter now. More in control.

      “Turn around.”

      Bruce controls himself and lets you flip your body over without his help. But as soon as your forearms are supporting you, he grips your hips and you can feel his hard cock against your pussy.

      You’re soft and wet and Bruce grunts as he enters you. When your warmth completely covers him his nails dig deep into your skin, making you flinch and release a long moan as the pain and pleasure diffuse each other.

      You smother your head into the sheets and bite through it. Bruce is fucking you without reservation, reaching all the way inside, making your hips slam against the mattress. The tighter you get, the faster he moves, hungry and relentless.

      You grip the sheets. “Bruce--!”

      Suddenly he stops. The sudden pause lets you catch up with your breath and relax your heartbeat but it’s also making the blood rush to your head. Before you can say anything, he slowly pulls out and gently turns you around so he can look at you.

      He looks different. There’s no more hunger there, no more frustration, the pollen has worn off. You stare at him frozen, afraid of what he’ll say next.

      But Bruce doesn’t say anything.

      Instead, he bends down and kisses you. Gentle. Long. Meaningful. When he pulls away a few inches, his eyes are hooded over and his voice is low and soft.

      “I want to see you.”

      Bruce watches your eyes glaze over as you slowly take in his words. When you nod, he kisses you again. This time when he enters you, there’s no more pollen to demand it. It’s just you and him.

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Through the Moon Instagram Live

Partial transcript of the Instagram Live with Justin Richmond and Aaron Ehasz. It was only posted for 24 hours and a lot of stuff was talked about. I tried to copy the answers as close to what was actually said, but I won’t guarantee I didn’t mishear or miss stuff. I just focused on the stuff about tDP.

No S4 announcement today.

Do you have a favorite character? Are you allowed to play favorites? JR: Yeah. I definitely have characters that I like more than other characters, but I’ll never admit who they are. [laughs]

Fine, how about hints about S5 then?

AE: Justin and I were working on a scene this morning, a scene in which someone makes a sacred promise to Bait. Hope that’s not to big a spoiler.

[Explaining about Through the Moon which is out today (Oct 6th) Shout out to Xanthe Bouma & Peter Wartman, who will be there for the AMA on Friday. And shout out to the team at Scholastic.]

[Technical issues made the audio break up while JR was relocating. I couldn’t catch what the actually questions were for this little bit, but I caught some of the answers.]

Question about Zuko’s VA Dante Basco

AE: He’s amazing to work with. I’d definitely be happy to work with him.

Question about Callum’s Mage Wings

AE: I’d just get mage wing out even just to go to the bathroom at night if I were Callum.

Question about Runaan

AE: I don’t know. That’s a mystery. Runaan is certainly in the magical cursed coin in some form. But I don’t know what he’ll do or if he can survive it. But that’s a story we’ll be certain to tell.

[JR relocated & AE had to log out and rejoin, which fixed the issue.]

Are there other graphic novels coming? Is Through the Moon part of a series with an over arching plot?

JR: Hopefully yes. Hopefully we get to do some more with Scholastic. This is a standalone. It is part of the core story of the Dragon Prince. It counts as canon. But there’s not a sequel to Though the Moon.

AE: We would love to do more graphic novels. We are actively talking about and planning it. Definitely in the cards. But not necessarily an over arching story.

Asking about Janai’s brother?

AE: We’re going to find out about Janai’s brother for sure. He’s a really cool character, a lot of fun.

What do Moonshadow elves do during a full moon? Do they just become invisible.

AE: It’s not just invisibility. It is a stealth mode. I think we talk about it as like they’re almost partially slipping into a “Moon dimension” that partially obscures how visible they are. But also their physically is maybe changed at bit so they can partially materialize for a split instant to do damage, then they’re phasing out. I think they’re phasing in and out of some kind of Moon dimension. So it’s partially invisibility, but there’s also some defense and fighting stuff that happens.

What does Moonberry juice taste like?

AE: In my mind the things that are conjured are some kind of juice blend. Mulberry juice, pomegranate. Justin talked about a bit of cran involved? But I always think mulberries.

JR: Try mulberry juice. Mulberries have like the weirdest, coolest taste. If you haven’t tried it you should do it.

AE: Not ignoring S4 questions, but we just don’t have a good answer. We are working on it. But we don’t have a S4 date. We getting things moving in a good way and we’re excited but we won’t have the information on a date for S4. We really appreciate you being patient for that. Don’t have any age criteria that we can reveal right now.

Will there be outfit changes for the dragon squad?

JR: There’s already some in the graphic novel. Rayla gets some pretty great pyjamas.

AE: They’re just going to rotate outfits. They’re just gonna trade clothes. You should see how great Soren gonna looks wearing Claudia’s clothes. How Callum’s going to look squeezed into some of Ezran’s outfits. Everybody’s just gonna try on each other’s stuff.

JR: I like it. Too bad that actually 3D doesn’t work like that, where you just trade outfits. Because it’d be hilarious. Yeah, of course, people are going to change outfits. There’s going to be some cool new stuff to see. Absolutely going forward.

Is Callum close to obtaining any other arcanum / going to learn any other arcanum in the future?

JR: No spoilers, but there’s little bit of a hint of some of the answer to this in this graphic novel, so you should check it out. I don’t want to spoil anything. I think Callum fascinated by all the arcanum. He’s not just limiting his interest to Sky.

AE: If you’re a betting person, isn’t Callum’s going to be the first human archmage. A little bit trolling, but yeah, he loves magic. He’s fascinated. But he’s groundbreaking. He’s doing things humans haven’t done before and his potential is limitless. May not be S4, may be S17 at that point.

Will there there be more Sarai? I really want Callum and Ezran to visit her memorial statue.

JR: That would be a beautiful moment. That’d be great, that’d be pretty cool to see. There will be some more Sarai, we’ll find out more about their family. I’m not sure how much we’re aware, but Sarai is certainly not gone from the series. You’ll see Sarai again.

Is the Key of Aaravos actually the key of where he was imprisoned?

AE & JR: We can’t tell you.

JR: We don’t even know. We haven’t even discovered the answer yet.

AE: We know! Actually, that was one of the first things we knew at the very beginning. We’ll get to it.

Is the Sun arcanum the only one that can heal? Or maybe the Ocean arcanum can heal as well/or to?

AE: Great question. Yes. I suspect there are healing abilities possible through different primals. Ocean is a perfect example. I think it’s likely different kinds of healers that call on different energy to restore life and health to those who are injured or sick.

Could original characters introduced in the graphic novels potentially make it into the show?

JR: Absolutely. It’s a huge universe, so we won’t hold back if we think somebody from a graphic novel or the game will fit into the show in the right way, of course we would do that. One of the cool things about working with all the same team is that stuff like that can happen, because we can control all of it. Which is amazing. It’s a great feeling.

AE: There’s a character we’ve talked about for a while from the video game and recently that character finally had their moment in the show. We wanna see different ways to access the world and characters.

JR: Also we’re working with Fandom on a tabletop RPG so that can go another way. You can see characters coming into the show.

Do we have to read the graphic novel before we watch S4?

AE: I don’t think we should say too much. You don’t have too, but everything that happened in the graphic novel happened before S4, it really happened. So can probably infer some of it, but best experience will be read the graphic novel. Get yourself up to date.

How will Zym progress throughout the seasons? Will he grow up and learn to talk and how to manage his powers?

JR: I don’t want to say too much. Zym is going to grow along with the other characters. He’s not static. He’s a puppy, he’s a little baby, and he’s growing up.

AE: We’ll see Zym growing up more for sure.

Will there be more Gren content?

AE & JR: Yeah! [Laughing] AE: Of course. JR: How could there not be? AE: Didn’t we announce already that season 5’s Book 5: Gren? JR: Books 5 through 14 is all Gren. Then we’ll come back around to the other arcanum.

Will we ever get to see Ellis and Ava again?

AE & JR: Maybe? Probably. JR: Not 100%

How did the idea of making the graphic novel come about?

JR: Couple of things. We were talking to Scholastic and they were saying “what if we did this thing together” and we were fascinated by that idea. We’ve always been interested in comics. It sorta came up very naturally with them. And then we started talking about the story, Aaron and I, that could fit in here with the writers and stuff. I felt like a natural thing. That’s how I remember it - Aaron may have other memories of it.

AE: I think that the whole dream of this partnership with Scholastic has been to serve the community by being able to continue tell stories in the wider world of Xadia, through graphic novels, and novels and other books. That part of why we’re so excited about this partnership. It’s so much more depth and insight into different characters parts of the world that we may not have time for in the 22 minutes on Netflix. So the partnership with Scholastic is perfect for deepening and expanding those stories. That’s what it comes down to.

JR: They introduced us to Xanthe and Peter, who just absolutely crushed it.

AE: Yes. [Name?] is still at Wonderstorm if someone asks. It’s still happening. JR: Yes, I talked to him yesterday. He absolutely still here. Xanthe and Peter, we got introduced to them through Scholastic and they just absolutely knocked this out the park. It was a joy to work with both of them and what an amazing job they both did on this. We’re super excited to have gotten to work with them on a graphic novel.

AE: More shout outs to Xanthe Bouma and Peter Wartman.

What did Aaravos say to Khessa?

JR: We can’t say. AE: We can’t, but Janai is wondering that too. And we’re excited about it. It’s weird - I’m not being helpful, but it’s a good question. I may not be giving a satisfying answer, but it’s a good question.

How does Janai know Aaravos spoke to Khessa?

AE: She might not have seen it, but she’s going to find out about it.

Someone asked about the Orphan Queen.

AE: We love the Orphan Queen and there are more references coming seasons 4 and onward. It’s a story I’ve always wanted to tell. We think it will be a great movie someday, maybe. The story of the Orphan Queen is certainly relevant to the story and the saga as it’s unfolding now. It’s a cool story we wanna tell.

We know only some Skywing elves have wings, and not all Sunfire have fire-mode, but what about Moonshadow elves. As they can only use their powers once a month, rather than at any given moment, is it an ability all (or at least most) of them have or is it just some of them?

AE: I think it’s one of those things where Moonshadow elves are in tune with the Moon primal, and one of the very powerful skills that a Moonshadow elf being in tune with that arcanum can master is moonshadow mode, that makes you an excellent assassin, so they evolved this culture that does some of this stealthy, assassin work. It’s certainly possible that there are other powers and abilities that come from connecting to that arcanum that can be directly realized - that a Moonshadow elf might be able to manifest. So you may see some of that in the future. Maybe you have some ideas for your fanfiction or your cool art to show some of those powers, but the powers and abilities really come from them being attuned to these primals and some of it comes naturally and some it comes with training and bringing out the ability to do the special thing. I don’t see why it’s limited. In learning, for example, that Sunfire elves have at least two abilities that can connect to the arcanum is part of what may help understand that.

Do we read fanfictions?

AE: Yes and no - not so much. We highly encourage it and we love people do it. Every once in a while we get someone saying “you gotta look at this, it’s so charming” or “oh, this is so cool.” Or someone will bring something to our attention. There is some really amazing work out there and there’s some writers who are terrific. But as a rule I don’t think we do it regularly when someone says “check this out”.

Will there be more dark mages?

JR: Yes. You will see more dark mages, 100%. But I don’t want to say any more than that. AE: It’s interesting too. This is one of the great things about Scholastic partnership again, that there’s this sort of interplay about things you find out in the show and I think at least one of the dark mages is very significant. The first time people will hear about that person will be in Book 2: Sky the core novel. That’s someone who plays him in the story, in the saga, once the series comes back. But yeah, there’s a very important dark mage who will come up in that book.

Did Aaravos create dark magic?

AE: No, it was discovered not created. Did Aaravos turn them onto it or help them discover it? That’s very possible. Whether Aaravos played a role in developing their ability to do dark magic. Exploring the possibilities of dark magic.

Will we meet other types of dragon and/or archdragons?

JR: 100% yes. Dragon’s in the name. We’re bound by oath! AE: There will be dragons.

Is it possible the dragon king will unfreeze?

AE: Should we not answer that? I feel like it’s possible, but I don’t want to encourage or get anyone too excited. I think being turned to stone is a pretty dismal fate.

Can elves do dark magic?

AE: Can we just say yes? JR: Absolutely. Elves can do dark magic. Totally possible.

How do you go about populating Xadia with cities and landmarks? Do you have the landmarks and find places that fit or did you have the shape and find things to fill it? Or mixture of both? JR: A bit of both. There were some places we’d talked about and generally knew where it is or what this place is going to be. But some of it, when we saw the first version of that map, and the details, we were like “oh my goodness,” there were some obvious things we wanted to put in there. Then there’s some easter eggy stuff that just fun.

Do we think Claudia deserves a redemption arc?

AE: Why does she need a redemption arc. Why are you judging her? What has see done that requires redemption? She’s pretty much in the clear. JR: I’m insulted for her. (laughs)

Is Corvus’ middle name Dennis?

AE: Do you want it to be Dennis? JR: It can absolutely be Dennis. No reason it can’t be. I think I know where this comes from. There was a running gag in the writers between Devon and myself where we call Corvus “Dennis Trackerman.” There was a whole thing. It went on way too long. AE: We hadn’t named him yet. JR: We were talking about if there were a whole family of Trackerman, cousins and it went on way too long. I think his middle name could absolutely be Dennis. AE: Seems right to me. JR: So it’s official - Corvus Dennis Trackerman.

Is there a certain reason Rayla is scared of water and if there is will we find out more about it in the show?

AE: I think there may be. We may find out more about it. Part of it is because of the way she’s wired. I think she’s great at running through the trees and balancing and doing the things she does, is she senses the stability of the earth beneath her, the amount of stability or flexibility of a tree limb or side of a cliff. She’s very sensitive and in tuned. I think when you take someone like that and put them in the water, I think it - whoosh - overwhelms them. It alarming. Some of it’s a little physical, but I suspect there may have been something that happened. She certainly brings a sense of emotion around it, feels like it’s beyond discomfort. JR: I feel like there was a tra-

[There was a bit of a pause so they ending up talking over each other. AE starts asking the next question while JR gets cut off].

Someone asked if we can learn the backstory on Ethari?

AE: I know that there’s a beautiful story about Ethari’s birthday on our website that can give you a glimmer. But I think that’s something I would love to hear. I’m sure it’s something that Devon and Ian - perhaps Neil has thought about.

Do you think you’ll explore Callum’s dad or is he not important to the story?

AE: I think it’s possible we’ll learn more about Callum’s dad in the sense of the role he played in Sarai’s life and Callum’s own life. Hopefully in one of the books that comes out. JR: Yes, he is important. He’s foundational to how Callum became Callum.

Will the Dragon Queen in more involved in Season 4?

AE & JR: Yes. Dragons.

Is Rayla the main character of the story of Through the Moon?

JR: It’s Rayla focused, but it’s like the show, there’s various non-Rayla bits. But if I had to pick a main I’d say yeah, Rayla. AE: Probably ask Xanthe what she thought about that question.

Do we see more Crow Master?

JR: We can never get enough Crow Master as far as I’m concerned. If the show was just the Gren and Crow Master show I feel like we can make some stuff happen. We’ll definitely see more of him.

AE: Yesterday we were working on a Crow Master scene, and the writers were like, do we need it, and like, It’s a Crow Master scene!

Is it canon elves have 6 toes?

JR: I think they have 4 toes, right? AE: I’m not sure what happened there. I think that’s an oops someone made. I suspect they have 4 digits per hand or foot.

[Side note: I think Jack DeSena was talking about 6 toes on Zoom into Xadia]

“Gren” is that the main spinoff?

AE: We were gonna a have a spinoff that was just Gren, like the character’s life. Even if it was just mainly Gren enjoying the morning and getting ready for work and winding down at the end of the day and possibly waking up in the middle of the night, thinking about things and going back to sleep. Cause, things will be fine.

Will the history of Xadia’s splitting be important in the future?

JR: Yes, absolutely. That event is crazy important in terms of the history of the continent. You may not see more of the actually event of it, the getting split, but it’s a huge deal that matters a lot.

Soulfang serpents feed on the souls of their prey, does that make them a Moon primal creature?

AE & JR: I think that’s right. JR: And they’re terrifying.

Does Bait have a middle name or a glowtoad tribal name? They’d love to see how Ezran found or got Bait?

JR: I think we’ve said Ezran got Bait from Harrow. Harrow gave him Bait. Glowtoad tribal name is some sort of grunt noise that’s specific, it’s pretty funny to think about. Also, how would you know which is the tribal name and which is the middle? I guess they’d know. It’s only for glowtoads.

Will we see how people react to Rayllum or elf/human relationships in general?

JR: Yes. It could be a huge thing in the show. Human and elf relationships are a big deal, absolutely we will see that stuff going forward. Yes, you will definitely see that stuff.

How long did it take from conception to production for Through the Moon?

JR: I think it was about a year / nine months. To go from story idea all the way to finished. AE: If we’re talking story idea it’s almost a year and a half. It’s a lot of work. We worked with Peter on a number of drafts and outlines and scripts. Then with Xanthe for quite some time.

What is the time gap between the comic and season 3?

AE: Couple of weeks? JR: It’s pretty short. It’s almost immediately following season 3.

Is Opeli actually Soren and Claudia mom, but they  don’t remember her?

JR: No, she’s not. But that would be kinda funny. AE: Do you maybe ship Opeli & Viren a little bit. JR: That would be a pretty funny relationship.

The time gap between Through the Moon and Season 4?

AE: Can’t say. JR: You’ll find out in season 4. Lots of weeks.

How long does it usually take to animate a scene?

JR: That’s a pretty variable answer. The way it works is; we write a script, it gets recorded, there’s a bunch of 2D passes where we do storyboards and animatics and those are all hand drawn, and that takes weeks and weeks of time. At some point that’s approved and it gets handed off to the animators. In our show we do 3D animation with a sort of 2D sheet or look to it. So 3D animators would get that animatic, and they’d be handed a shot. Sometimes, depending on how complex the shot is, there’s sometime multiple animators will work on a single sequence. If there’s a lots of stuff going on with multiple characters you’ll get more than one person working on a shot. But it totally depends how much facial animation there is, how much action, how much running around, if they’re standing or talking. It totally depends. There’s a sort of variable number of seconds the animator can do a week. There’s not like a hard or fast answer here. Sometimes if it’s simple they can animate maybe 20 seconds a week, if it’s crazy complicated they may be doing half that. On average, it on the 20 seconds a week range. But wildly variable depending on the shot and what happening.

Is there a bigger world out there or is Xadia all there is?

AE: There’s some stuff on the periphery of the map that is part of a bigger world. But the main focus is this continent. It’s where the key action is. I think there are things on the periphery. We sometimes do jokes the Avatar world is on the other side. JR: If you flip the world over.

Are the elven face marking henna tattoo or are they permanent? JR: They’re more like henna tattoo. AE: Depends on the culture. There are probably some elven cultures where they more permanently tattoo some of the marking and they’re some where they’re more temporary makeup. But I think we’ve said for the Moonshadow elves it’s more like henna. Semi-permanent tattoos.

Will there be more Queen Aanya?

JR:  Yeah. AE: I hope so too. JR: I love Queen Aanya. She’s awesome and a very exciting character. Also she has the coolest bow ever and I want to see more of that not matter what.

Aanya/Ezran friendship?

AE: I want to see that. We talked about that. JR: We can’t talk about that yet, but yes.

Who is the best fighter in the show?

JR: I don’t know if there’s a best fighter. There’s a lot of awesome fighters in the show. AE: Rayla and Soren both have different fighting skills. Corvus has different set of fighting skill. They’re all great fighters. Amaya’s incredible. Actually, the answer might be Amaya. If I had to put an answer on it. Just fundamentals. That be my answer. JR: That makes sense. I agree. I bet Soren would disagree.

Do you guys ever play D&D after work?

JR: Yes, we have a whole D&D crew after work. We love Dungeons & Dragons. We love Tabletop RPG We play all kinds of board games, not just Dungeons & Dragons. We had a whole series of board game nights - when we can be at the office - that were really fun. Continue that when we can all get back together. Played some virtual version too since Covid.

Will we ever see Villads again? JR: I don’t know if we should answer that one? AE: I think so, yeah. JR: Also, Villads is the name of a person who worked on the show - he’s an amazing director. AE: Not just a person, the supervising director of the show. Wonderful leader. Inspirational. JR: And a big sailor.

Then they wrapped up. Thanks, shout outs, reminder of AMA etc.

[toysoldiers-rwby]

[SYT] 7. the limerence lamb

Show Your Teeth

Characters: Fiona, Winter, May, Robyn, Joanna Rating: Explicit (tagged as thoorist) Tags: confessions, threesome, sexually active asexual character Word Count: 6,123

Summary: The Mantle Rats bond and Glade asks for help.

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 Fiona’s gut rolled around, simmering in low heat that was growing alarmingly fast. Two months since Glade stolen Winter’s Scroll and tricked them into killing Grimm. Two months of healthy eating and on and off rest and they finally looked like they were at 100%.  

But their energy and strength was slow to return, especially as they worked out shirtless next to Winter and Joanna. The two most sculpted bodies Fiona had ever saw, and that included all the movies.  

Sweat was starting to trickle down Glade’s face, skin slowly growing flush around their next and shoulders. Winter wasn’t sweating yet but all the push ups and moving heavy boxes was taking its toll. And Joanna, that beast of a women was just grinning, setting a slow pace.

Fiona swallowed, hard and loud to her Faunus ears. Her hands twitched, fingers tingling as the need to touch was slowly taking over. She felt Joanna’s muscles whenever Robyn was fucking her against her hard abs, flexing with soft laughter. Those shoulders were tougher than steel whenever Fiona found herself anchoring and clawing at them.  

But her lips always looked so damn soft and warm, so inviting whenever Robyn kissed her, crying Fiona’s name as she prayed and begged for the Faunus not to stop and held her between her legs.  

Robyn let out a shaky breath. Unlike Fiona’s elites, she didn’t like restraint, she like control and the illusion of others having control over her. So she walked over to the beef cakes and lounged across Joanna’s back.  

“No! No, no,” Glade looked at May and Fiona with a panicked glare, “Don’t you two dare! That’s not part of the bet!”  

“Oh?” Fiona grinned down at the Faunus. She felt like chasing, like playing wolf, and gave a smile that showed too many teeth. Under those reflective shades was a hot flush and nervousness they only had glimpses of. The low heat was growing into an all consuming hunger, “And what’s the bet?”  

“They need to take off those stupid shades for the rest of the day,” Winter answered, voice even but… Husky with effort. While the Schnee wasn’t shirtless, she dressed for a workout. Sports bra, loose tank top, the type of clothes that let you see her cleavage and abs and muscular arms.  

May and Fiona looked at each other, sharing hungry grins.  

Winter grunted as May sat across Winter’s shoulders first, arms shaking with the additional weight. Fiona laughed and was a little kinder to Glade. Not really. She eased onto her back, palms rolling up smooth and warm muscles.  

Fiona let out a pleased sigh, ears fluttering as the the tactile need was satisfied… as Glade whimpered, breathing heavily and shaking under Fiona’s touch.  

“So… May isn’t the only easy one…” Fiona heard herself muttering.  

“Oh fuck off,” May grumbled, burying her face into Winter’s neck. She was now laying down on Winter’s body, spreading her weight evenly with her arms hanging loose off Winter’s shoulders.  

Joanna laughed, her push ups only paused so the brats could settle on their victims. Then continued with the push ups. For Joanna it was easy, her arms flexing a little tighter and bigger but the hardest thing for her was not to laugh.  

Winter growled at the additional weight but May was enjoying it too much. So was Fiona. She’d never get tired of the feel of shifting muscles, the blood racing under them.  

May could hid her face all she wants but the smell was nearly overwhelming. Everyone was… bothered. And if a city born Faunus with dulled senses could smell it, it must be even harder for Glade. The Thief’s ears that liked to hide, poked out and flickered around.  

Fiona giggled and made sure Robyn was staring at her. A deep part primal part of her was satisfied she realized she had everyone’s attention. Even May was peeking out from hiding. Fiona moved her hands, from those broad quivering shoulders to Glade’s scalp. Nails crawling hard in Glade’s scalp and slowly massaging the base of their ears. It was a Faunus erogenous zone. One that would have Fiona seeing stars whenever Robyn did it right.  

“Ngh… fuck,” Glade moan, high and strained.  

But before their elbows hit the floor, their necklace glowed with gravity Dust. Winter and Joanna grunted, chest suddenly hitting the floor from a massive pressure. Fiona herself felt weightless, stomach floating up and then Glade themselves collapsed.  

“Surprise, surprise, the Thief cheats,” May sang. Everyone laughed, light and heated but that laughter quickly died when Fiona gasped and squealed.  

In a flash, Fiona was in their lap, lips on hers. Glade wasn’t as easy as May. They had some teeth to match those muscles. Fiona’s breath hitched, small teasing bites tricking her into opening her mouth and luring her tongue out to dance.  

Kissing Faunus was different from kissing humans. They had sharper teeth, longer tongues and- Fiona whimpered, nails clawing over her tail bone. And that. They knew all the tricks and hidden wires and buttons and- A spark of alien heat, an Aura charge Dust piercing brushing against her. Fiona didn’t realizing she was moaning, she only felt her ears twitch and shudder as everything was overloaded.  

Fiona was gently pulled off Glade’s lap, both Faunus whimpering at the lose but not fighting it. Winter and May was corning the Thief, the pair grinning with a playful hint of revenge while Fiona was surrounded by Joanna and Robyn. Winter was still a bit selfish with May but- Robyn blocked her vision.  

Like usual Robyn shoved her into Joanna’s lap, strong hands grabbing her tiny waist to pin her in place as Robyn straddled one Fiona’s thigh.  

Robyn was… was a fast learner when she wanted to be- “Fuck,” Fiona’s breath hitched, mind shorting as Robyn mimicked everything she did to her fellow Faunus. A gentle rolling pressure up from the base of her tail bone all the way up to her neck and nails in her scalp and a delicious pressure around her ears.  

Fiona was leaning up for a kiss but… but Robyn pulled back. Fiona whined, desperation in her gut making her hands grab at Robyn’s shirt trying to pull her down for a kiss.  

“Rob?” Joanna whispered a little confused and worried.  

Fiona’s eyes fluttered open. Catching a look of hurt and betrayal before Robyn’s lips crashed into Joanna’s.  

A flood of memories came back to her. Hours of fucking, biting and teasing, of Robyn’s fingers curling deep and hilting her front wall, of her lips on her neck but never… They never kissed when they fucked, when things got clouded with lust.  

“And you idiots wonder why your being kicked out?!” Glade yelled. Winter and May let the Thief push them to the floor and get some distance between them. Fiona had no idea if they started to make out too but the shades quickly fixed. They might have manage to slip it off because the pair looked star struck for a second, until Glade started fuming, “Loud as fuck sex at weird hours and… and!”  

Glade’s genius brain must have short circuited because they became nonverbal, hands rapidly moving around in signs before cutely flapping at their sides, distressed and overwhelmed. All the a bright blue glowing flickered on and off those shades due to an uncontrolled semblance.  

May laughed hard, curling on Winter’s lap and pounding the floor, “Your so adorable! I can’t believe I wanted to beat you up!”  

“Shut up! I’m a criminal mastermind and I can fuck up your kingdom with a press of a button!” Glade yelled, stomping their feet with an embarrassing blush. The pout only made everyone laugh harder. “Whatever! You horny assholes can continue packing, I’ll drive the shit over to the new apartment.” They practically ran from the living room and into the elevators.  

Winter and May giggled at each other. Winter pulled May up for a kiss only too sink back down, pressing her… her lover into the carpet. Melting together in warmth and reassurance and trust and…  

Fiona looked up at Robyn and Joanna. Glade’s outburst had cleared her head and now she could finally understand the look behind Robyn’s eyes. She was scared. It was hidden so well with that arrogant smirk but it never reached her eyes. Fiona smiled softly, cupping Robyn’s check and pulling her down for a kiss.  

Robyn was hesitant, slow until Joanna pushed her forward onto the little lamb. I want to do it right, Winter said a month ago. Fiona just thought she was being a coward but… Fiona messed up. She was feeling good and that day in the changing room it was too hot and Robyn wasn’t looking at her with the same adoration and surprise like she was now…  

Right?  

Fiona closed her eyes and kissed her back slowly and gently. Was this what Robyn wanted? She hoped that pleased hum from Joanna was confirmation. Fiona stood up first, gently pulling on Robyn’s weak grip and Joanna’s strong hands. “Come on, before the anarchist decides to set a building on fire,” Fiona playfully joked. It sounded a little sad to herself but no one caught on.  

Robyn did squeeze her hand, fingertips lingering on Fiona as long as possible before she moved to lightly nudge her elites with her foot. On the ground Winter and May grumbled before finally breaking the kiss and standing up. They managed to grab a few more boxes and caught Glade before they actually drove off. After a bit of seat arranging, Glade refused to let anyone in if Winter or May was gonna be next to them, they arrived at Robyn’s new apartment.  

All Fiona could do was stare up at the building. It was in a different sector, one of the most politically unstable ones but also the richer ones, being the main hub for transports up to Atlas.  

It looked as if they dragged down a piece of the city. Hard-light, chrome polish, and sleek design. Glade smiled, arms crossed under a puffed proud chest.  

“You didn’t use any… connections to get this place did you?” Robyn asked with a worried look. “You can do whatever you want with the military as long as it’s not hurting Mantle.”  

Glade head tilting and ears flicking as they careful thought their words over. Robyn and May frowned, trying to corner them. Those reflective shades weren’t just for show, they really didn’t cower and looked a little amused. “Long explanation short, I own this building.”  

“My father was looking to buy this area,” Winter said with a raised brow, “Is this why my father has been rather… obtrusive, lately?”  

Glade only smiled, necklace glowing with gravity Dust as they levitated the keys in their hand. “You’d know if you talked to Weiss a little more,” They teased before leading them into the building.  

The first thing Fiona noticed was all the Faunus’. Some paused, staring hard at her elites so Fiona wedged herself between them, linking arms. May blushed, mumbled and grumbled nothing comprehensible to Fiona’s sensitive ears.  

Robyn and Joanna looked uncomfortable for different reasons. It was a newly renovated to match Atlasian standards, the city in the sky, the rich of the rich, standards. Hard-light decor was everywhere, hovering chairs and a mix of Argus’ already diverse culture.  

But everything was used to make like easier for Faunus. That hovering chair? Those with leg and tail traits could lounge back comfortably. The hard light doors didn’t catch on antlers or wings or antennas, it moved out of the way! Fiona was practically bouncing, wears wiggling happily.  

“Even the elevators are made for Faunus!” Fiona gasped pouncing into it. The ceilings were high with a button to dim the lights.  

Before she could touch it, Glade pressed their Scroll to the scanner and hit the button for the top floor. “All apartments are sound proof for obvious reasons,” Their ears wiggled out of hiding before they tucked it back in. “So please make sure the doors and windows are closed before getting… active.” Everyone in the elevator blushed hard and Fiona lightly punched their healed ribs.  

After a small tour of the suite Joanna and Robyn looked even more uncomfortable. Fiona understood the feeling. It was too rich. Three bedrooms the size of their old living room. Two masters and the last across the bathroom and laundry room. Place was already furnished, the beds even had covers! And everything sterile like the doctors and no lingering scents of paints or other people… Fiona’s ears twitched, eyes spotting well hidden vents everywhere.  

Glade tried to hide their disappointment but Fiona knew how the face pulls and twitch when Faunus ears lower. “It doesn’t have to be permanent, just until you horny idiots find a place that’s more homely,” They said calmly.  

Robyn crossed her arms and looked walked to the large balcony that was half the size of her old living room. “Thanks… we’ll let you know after we talk,” Robyn said. “We’ll deal with the boxes ourselves.” They finished pointing at Fiona. She smiled, wiggling her hands and activating her semblance. With nothing to absorb, there was just an odd black matter in her palm until she closed it.  

“… Alright,” Glade said, playing it off with a shrug. They looked at May and Winter next. Winter paused from her careful evaluation of the apartment and May raised a brow, “I’m sneaking Weiss and Silvio out for lunch, it’d be a nice surprise if you two come along.”  

“Of course we’ll join,” May said with a smirk, “You cheated, we get those shades off again your not getting them back.” Glade rolled their eyes and threw the keys to Joanna.  

“In case your Scroll dies or its not on you,” Glade explained, leading the other elites out of the new apartment. May must have been in a good mood because she stuck out her tongue between two fingers making a ‘v’.  

Fiona blushed, looking away with a huff, reminding her of the low heat and hunger in her body. Even Joanna had a soft blush but cleared her throat, “What do you think Fiona?”  

“I love it,” Fiona answered quickly. She had a large smile that almost hurt her face so her ears wiggled with excitement too. “There’s so many Faunus! And we don’t need to live on campus if the transport is less than a five minute walk.”  

“That would be really nice,” Joanna said looking at Robyn.  

The women did a small walk around the apartment, her own eyes carefully inspecting everything and currently eying the couch that was probably worth more than the building Robyn used to live in.  

“It’s… excessive…” Robyn mumbled. So was Atlas Academy. “All I see is a waste-”  

“I see a closed gap.”  

Joanna cleared her throat, giving Fiona a warning look. She flinched, trying to calm down. Joanna gave her a long look, probably trying to figure out a good way to do it. Then she sat on backrest of the couch and invited Fiona onto her lap.  

The little lamb smiled and settled into it, cuddling back as large arms gently wrapped around her. “You get a little manic in new environments, don’t you?” Joanna asked.  

Fiona frowned, mouth open to argue but… She didn’t notice how fast her heart was beating until she felt Joanna’s slow one against her back. Fiona took another long and deep breath, eyes casting down. “Sorry.”  

“It’s not your fault, lambchop,” Robyn said sitting down on the cushions, where your suppose to sit. But it put her head in the perfect spot to rest in Fiona and Joanna’s lap. Fiona got to play with that beautiful face. Robyn hummed softly, closing her eyes as the touchy little Faunus massaged her jaw, temples and the pinch between her brows. “It doesn’t feel right… We don’t need so much space, once the semester starts we’ll barely be here and-” Robyn cut herself off with a soft gasp, eyes opening in surprise.  

Fiona didn’t mean to touch her lips but she always gravitated there and she was just as surprised as Robyn, both jumping but Joanna held them down. She laughed softly and snuggled into the pair.  

“Not every thing needs to be a struggle…” Fiona mumbled, then she licked her lips, “Can I kiss you?”  

Robyn sneered lightly and raised a brow, “We kiss all the time-”  

“You didn’t let me kiss you earlier.” Fiona said quickly, a painful yearning stinging her chest. Her heart was picking up again but she couldn’t help it. Joanna must have heard it, being pressed to her snuggled the little lamb closer to Robyn. Part of her wanted to run, to fight, but she mostly just fucking kiss her already. “We don’t kiss when we have sex.”  

At that both Joanna and Robyn flinched but Robyn looked away, guilty. “Because… then it’s more than sex,” She confessed so softly and slowly Fiona could barely hear over the roaring blood in her ears. After watching May and Winter dance around each other, part of her wasn’t surprised but so much of her was relieved-  

“Good.” Fiona said.  

Robyn gasped and moaned, Fiona’s lips suddenly on hers before she even realized it.  

After the shock wore off they both melted into the kiss. It was similar to the one she gave her so many nights ago. When Winter accidentally confessed to May. But it was… almost shy. Fiona made had to chase her, nipping her lips, trying to get Robyn to play and deepen the kiss.  

Apparently Joanna was a fast learner too. Her large hands lightly scratched her scalp, mussing up her fluffy hair and finally massaging the base of her Faunus ears. Fiona moaned into the kiss. The low fire in her gut now far too hot. Her movement slowly growing more desperate against Robyn’s chaste lips. Even Joanna made a small noise of complaint.  

“Come on, Robyn…” Joanna’s said, her voice was low and raw. Something they rarely hear even when Fiona purposely puts on a show. The kissing ladies in her lap shivered at it. “She’s being so sweet and you’ve wanted this for a while now.”  

Robyn completely pulled away at that, a blush hard on her cheeks as she pulled Joanna and Fiona around the couch and to the rooms. “Shut up,” She mumbled, not quite looking Fiona in the eyes. “We have three new beds, and haven’t moved in yet. We need to at least do one thing right.”  

Fiona giggled and rolled her eyes, “What? Asking me out like a normal person too boring for you?”  

Robyn picked one of the master bedrooms but pressed her forehead against Fiona’s and stealing a quick light kiss. She lingered there, staring softly at Fiona with their noses touching, “Nah… your just too special for that.”  

“Of my gods,” Fiona looked away a hot flush reaching her ears and making them flutter in time with her heart. Fiona almost forgot she was still in Joanna’s arms until the women laughed and set her on the middle of the giant bed. “And you make fun of Winter and May and the movies I like to watch!” Fiona huffed and pouted playfully but the rouse quickly broke as Robyn crawled and hovered over her. Fiona’s ears flickered with nervousness and anticipation.  

“And I’ll stop being a romantic sap when you stop smiling over it,” Robyn said with an innocent grin. A lovely contradiction with the raw, almost trembling husky voice.  

Fiona leaned up, meeting Robyn’s kiss. Her passion was startling, making Fiona gasp at the heat. She tried desperately to match it but Robyn’s a cheat, sneakily gathering Fiona’s hands above her head and pinning them and intertwining them with just one hand. The other was cupping her cheek and neck, guiding her from angle to angle to deepen the kiss. Every so often it would wander up, rubbing the base of her ears-  

“Fu- fuck!” Fiona broke the kiss almost screaming. Joanna laughed and didn’t adjust her hands. Instead she became rougher, pinching Fiona’s nippers through her shirt and bra. Fiona squirmed. As if the ladies hovering above her would let her get what she wanted.  

She wanted out of her clothes. She wanted to rub her thighs, she needed something to release the pressure between her legs. Fiona arched, hips moving and trying to grind down on Robyn but Joanna held her down with just one hand.  

“Sorry, Fi,” Robyn sang. So sweet and low, voice so thick Fiona was whimpering and panting. She fraught harder, forcing Robyn to use both her hands to pin her down. “We’ve been talking about this since you and Winter ganged up on me.”  

That sent something down Fiona’s spine, something hot that had her hearts skipping beats.  

“Honestly, that was the closest I’ve been to wanting the real thing,” Joanna admitted, "Was." Then for the first time Joanna’s hand wandered lower. Fiona gasp, all fight dying in her as she stared up at two beautifully smug grins. Joanna was blushing softly, a nervousness in her tender eyes. Her fucking hands… they weren’t shy.  

They hooked and grabbed, casually brushing at Fiona’s wet slit through ruined panties. Fiona couldn’t look away. Joanna’s chest was finally started to labor. Robyn was groaning as Joanna slowly pulled her panties off and cast them somewhere in the room. Both other hand left her chest, pushing the skirt up and finally revealing a soaked and sticky trim of hair.  

“Gods… your wet. Throbbing,” Joanna muttered, voice in awe and admiration. Fiona squirmed while Robyn groaned. She pulled Fiona into a desperate kiss. To ease off the edge.  

But the both got lost in it. Fiona biting, whimpering, whispering please as Joanna continued to innocently explore without touching. Fiona’s senses was overloaded. Hot, begging, switching from Robyn’s tongue and teeth and lips to Joanna’s clawing hands.  

Slowly pushing her thighs apart.  

Slowly angling her hips for a better view.  

Slowly her thumbs massaged the crook of her thighs and pelvis and wander closer and closer to Fiona’s core to gently pull her lips apart without touching.  

Fiona broke the kiss, biting Robyn’s neck and crying. Her hips barely moved an inch under Joanna’s strong arms.  

“Not fair,” Fiona breathed. Gods she loved and hated how broken her voice sounded. How she was practically sobbing but it was getting painful. The pressure in her gut, the slickness sliding down her cunt and down her ass.  

“No, this is unfair,” Robyn said with a wicked smile. Then Fiona’s thigh was stolen from Joanna. Then a roll of burning hips, a naked slit was on her. Robyn moaned, circling her hips to spread herself so her clit could directly brush against Fiona’s skin. “Yes… fuck- No, no!”  

Robyn growled, when Joanna held her hips still. “Come on, Joan, I- I won’t come! Just something to take the edge off.”  

“Liar,” Joanna said with an amused chuckle. Fiona groaned at her voice. Still so calm and barely affected while two ladies were under her begging and wet. Joanna made sure Fiona was watching as she positioned herself behind Robyn. Joanna only did two things and Robyn was nearly screaming.  

First she ripped open her shirt. And second she lead Robyn in a slow, powerful grind against Fiona’s thigh. Robyn collapsed onto her elbows. All illusion of power and control gone. Just a hazy warm lust and love as all barriers crumbled down.  

“Fi-” Robyn gasped and mewed. She was clawing at the Faunus’ chest and hair, “Kiss me, please.” Joanna let out a pleased hum as Fiona leaned and pressed her lips to Robyn’s quivering ones. The slow grind picked up speed until Joanna practically fucking Robyn onto Fiona’s thigh.  

Even when those hands claws at the corners of her pelvis, spreading Robyn’s glistening lips. In between kisses Fiona could barely see the needy sensitive nub. The sheets under them was soaked.  

“Fuck, fuck. Gods, Joanna please!”  

“It’s not me you should be begging.”  

“Fiona, Fi!” The two ladies gasp as Fi grabbed Robyn’s hips and pulled her off her thigh and half way to her chest. She continued pulling until Robyn’s clouded brain caught on and those wet thighs were straddling her waist.  

They didn’t move yet. Instead they watched Joanna almost innocently experimenting with the slick on her hands. It was thick webbing between fingers and disappearing on her tongue. Robyn cried, shivering at the show.  

“Huh… I can see why you two are always eating each other you,” Joanna mumbled. She then blinked a little surprise that the two was watching her. Then a slow grin spread across her face, “Waiting for permission?”  

“Fuck, Jo…” Both Robyn and Fiona mumbled. She were shivering with anticipation, waiting as Joanna slowly lowered Robyn onto Fiona’s mouth.  

"You two are too kind and sweet. Good girl," She growled, biting Robyn’s neck and clawing at her chest.  

Fiona groaned, lapping at all the juices and swallowing as much as possible. It wasn’t fair… she barely started so she didn’t stop. Slowly two fingers slide in, even clenching tight in the middle of an orgasm, Robyn was so wet it went it in easy. Gentle thrust against her front wall, tongue circling her clit, drawing it out as long as possible until Robyn was practically collapsed on her.  

But Fiona didn’t stop. She picked up her gentle thrust, lips licking around the oversensitive clit.  

“Fi? Fuck… oh gods!” Robyn’s first orgasm rolled into a second one, her chest heaving as she screamed and begged for something but never having the strength to finish. Joanna laughed, husky and happy and growled, clawing at Robyn’s thrusting hips and arched chest.  

After that everything was a haze. Fiona wasn’t sure who ripped her shirt open, though it was probably Joanna. The women still didn’t touch them directly. But something about that made everything hotter. Made Fiona so much more desperate when it was Robyn’s turn for revenge. Robyn’s hands rarely stopped their rhythm once she finally got Fiona under her. Joanna’s little comments and narrations making everything much more real and Fiona was screaming Joanna’s name even if she was just watching, hovering inches over their skin and pinning them both with her eyes.  

The apartment had no clocks and Fiona didn’t check when they started anyway. She wasn’t sure if Robyn fucked her into a black out orgasm or if the trio took a nap. What she did hear was the muffled explosions of an action playing in the somewhere in the apartment. A fresh pair of clothes for everyone, plus bathroom amenities and a note.  

Robyn grumbled curling around Fiona and dragging her back into a hug. Fiona giggled, her lazy breath tickling her ear. It wasn’t much different from before. Fiona’s heart was a little warmer but mostly because she got to place a kiss on Robyn’s lips. A playful nip and Robyn was a little more awake, trying to follow Fiona to deepen the kiss.  

“Hm, what’s that?” Robyn asked finally seeing the note. She was able to pick it up, her reach just a little longer than Fiona’s. “Ps. The apartment is sound proof… not the individual rooms. Glade.” By the time Joanna sat up, stretching out with a yawn Fiona fell into her lap, covering her embarrassed face.  

Thankfully Robyn picked out one of the two master bedrooms so Fiona could hide just a little longer.  

Unsurprisingly it was Glade in the kitchen, cooking while Winter and May cuddled on the corner of the couch. May and Winter gave Fiona a teasing grin but didn’t say much. Glade pointedly sniffed the air as Joanna shoved the sheets and the little clothes that survived into the washer.  

“Good news. Soundproofing and the vents work,” Glade said with a teasing smirk. “Bad news, you horny idiots are at least living here for a year.”  

Robyn blushed crossing her arms with a huff, “… Fine. Not for free,” Robyn then winced realized how expensive a place like this must have cost. Fiona didn’t want to think about it. It might have been more than this years tuition. “At least not completely for free.”  

“… Confession,” Glade said with a sigh. They adjusted the heat on the stove and across their arms over the pink apron. Fiona giggled and Glade only gave an amused smirk before trying to play serious again. “I’ve originally approached you two to make a business deal but… I couldn’t resist messing with some cute dolls,” They finished smirking at May’s softly blushing face.  

“The former SDC heiress sponsoring another Dust Company?” Winter raised a brow, a wicked smile on her face, “Hopefully it kills my father.”  

“Oh?” Robyn frowned and raised a brow, obviously displeased, "So now I’m the face of some mysterious company run by a criminal mastermind?" Her pout was a little more playful but still a tad serious. Joanna walked beside her, rubbing the small of her back to calm her down. Robyn just looked at the floor for a moment, “Like being the Hero of Mantle isn’t bad enough.”  

“Price of fame, Hill.” Winter said with a cold frustrated scoff.  

Fiona rolled eyes her eyes. She thought the pair was exaggerating but now that they were officially dating and things were a little different. The new couple would split off from the group for a few minutes, using the time sloted for their daily ‘Accelerated Program’ patrol walk around with their hands together or to dip into a coffee shop for a small date.  

Fiona understood why Winter kept stealing May away.  

It was nice just to have Robyn’s attention all to herself but sometimes it’d feel weird, like something was missing. Sometimes it was too calm without Winter and May’s playful banter or they were too ramped up without Joanna there to keep things calm. Overall Fiona would just miss them.  

Ironically what Fiona missed about the group dates was the privacy.  

The others were intimidating, May and Winter were rich Atlasian girls with resting bitch face and poor Joanna’s stature scared people into keeping their distance. Without them people saw a beautiful and handsome Hero of Mantle and her cute Faunus sidekick. Even if Robyn just kissed Fiona’s temple, and their hands were intertwine or when Robyn was hugging her from behind with her chin resting on Fiona’s head.  

At first it was just long looks and whispers. Then people smiling with stars in their eyes. Then a fan finally interrupted their date, Robyn told the guy off. She wasn’t yelling but was definitely frustrated.  

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were hanging out with a friend-”  

“My girlfriend." Robyn crossed her arms, unamused. We don’t get a lot of time between patrols and classes so we take small dates when we can.” Robyn was speaking loudly, making point to everyone around them to stop fucking staring. It didn’t help that Fiona grinning ear to ear, as least until she heard the gossip around the coffee shop.  

“Some Hero of Mantle. Figures she’d be a bitch.”  

“Isn’t that the Schnee and Marigold’s pet? So those rich girls bought her too,” A women sneered.  

“You want to say that to my face!?” Robyn yelled turning around almost red in the face. Fiona quickly pulled Robyn out of the coffee chop and headed back to the others.  

Fiona was playing wringing her hands, trying to calm her semblance the need to just touch something. It pricked her skin like her lightly fried nerves. Robyn gently slid her hand in hers, bringing it to her lips and gently kissing it.  

“Sorry I… I got mad there,” Robyn mumbled. She didn’t look too guilty though, more frustrated than anything. “I just heard what they called you and-”  

“It’s fine,” Fiona said automatically. Robyn tugged at her with a stern frown. Fiona sighed, " Well not really but," Fiona linked their arms, hugging Robyn’s arm comfortably as they walked," But you care, so in the end I’ll be fine." Robyn looked like she wanted to say more, working her jaw, trying to find the words. Instead she leaned down, a soft kiss warm with love-  

A bright flash interrupted the moment. Robyn jerked away. This time with fist raised to knock the asshole out until she saw twinkling silver eyes behind standing behind a muscle with reflective shades and a disappointed face.  

“Sorry,” Silvio drawled rolling their eyes obviously not apologetic at all. It was nice to finally see them dressed like a kid, out of those expensive Atlesian suites and the lab coat. “You two were just so cute- Hey!”  

Glade plucked it out of his hands and held it above his head, towards Robyn. The kind Thief even held the troublemaker back so Fiona and Robyn could look at the picture. It was… lovely. Fiona knew very little about photography and art but she could feel warmth in the picture, the soft glow of lights and blurred background capturing how she felt with Robyn.  

“Can you send that too me?” Fiona asked handing the phone back. Silvio grinned, sticking his tongue out up at Glade.  

“What are you two doing here?” Robyn asked with a grumpy frown. “Winter and May are-”  

“Very eye catching and easy to spot on cameras,” Silvio interrupted. Fiona giggled. Their hair color was the hallmark of their family’s business after all. If you see white and that dark blue next to each other the Schnees and Marigolds were close by.  

“And you know angeldust thinks the military is the perfect solution to everything,” Glade said. They crossed their arms, a worried look peeking out form under their shades.  

“Very ominous…” Fiona mumbled, ears twitching around a little worried and scared. "But they’re my teammates and we’re all friends," Fiona gently stressed. Glade made a noise trying to look away in weak denial. They didn’t argue and everything they’ve done, from the care package to Weiss’ recital and finally the apartment was at least friendly. “You’ll need to do more than ominous to convince me not to bring them along.”  

Glade frowned, their own ears twitching out of hiding but it tucked back under their wavy hair. They looked at Silvio who checked his Scroll for something.  

“We’re here because I found this and asked Glade to verify it,” Silvio said. It was a wall of text, a contract but the genius thought ahead and took the time to highlight the important bits.  

Mines. Cuts in safety regulations. Quotas that’d prevent the miners from returning home.  

"Then Glade found this."Then Silvio swiped the screen. An unmarked airship was flying low to the ground, hidden from the sensors around th kingdom with… crates of hibernating Grimm from other continents in crates. Sulfur Fish, Beowolves, King Taijitu. From the angle of the mountains, they were flying away from Mantle.  

“So Mantle wasn’t their real target. It was the mines?” Fiona whispered. “The Faunus?!”  

“There are multiple ways to take down a castle,” Glade said. They looked up at the floating city, always casting a shadow over Mantle. “But the best way is to break the weakest foundations and hope most of it falls.”  

“Glade… We need the military for this!” Fiona scowled. Goodwitch was in and out of Atlas, mostly in while the drunkard was mostly out after so many complains. Most false, created by Glade and Silvio.  

Robyn scoffed, “The military is for war and wars don’t save people. They get them killed!” Fiona’s mouth fell open. She was part of the Atlesian Huntress Military Academy. She was part of the them and still couldn’t counter Robyn’s logic.  

People saw Winter’s uniform before they saw a Schnee and expected a soldier. They saw Robyn and saw a hero, saw someone warm and kind. Fiona pushed those thoughts and focused back on the problem at hand.  

Grimm being sent to the mines.  

“We at least need the others for this,” Fiona said. “May and Winter’s semblance would make for a perfect stealth team! Joanna doesn’t use guns and-”  

“Talk about it with the others,” Glade said, interrupting with a cool commanding tone. The two geniuses shared a glance. They both looked serious. Fiona could see why Silvio survived the pressure of being the assistant of one of the most relentless minds in Atlas. The determination on his face was almost based on survival.  

“We already had a plan and you have until nightfall to convince us,” Silvio said.  

Fiona and Robyn gave each other a hard look but at least agreed talk to the others.

[nightowlfandom]

Kim Namjoon- The Demon’s ‘Reward’

SO HI! If you didn’t get the memo, my birthday is on December 10th and to celebrate, I’m going to be posting EVERY DAY until then! SO GET READY!

Does sexual biting count as smut? I sure hope so.

Leggo!

...

You shut the bedroom door behind you, letting out probably one of the post unpleasant screams you could muster within your lungs. The weight of the world was getting to much and your were quite fed up. Everything was going so badly it felt like you wanted to break down in tears and throw things at the walls. 

You slid down the door, hugging your knees. You wiped your eyes, stopping any tears from falling. No, you couldn’t cry. You wouldn’t cry. You tilted your head back, leaning against the door. You wiped your eyes again, sighing heavily.

“Peace be mine.” you pleaded silently. “Just once...just once.” you sighed. Everything seemed like it was falling apart and you couldn’t control the tears anymore. 

Long story short, it’s been a shitty past few days. 

“Peace...be mine.” you stammered again, feeling the tears already drip down your face. “Or at least hope...”

“Now, now...dry those tears.”

A voice caused your to look up in shock. A man clad in a black suit sat in the armchair right next to the bookcase. This caused you to jump to your feet.

“Don’t scream.” he said before any sound could escape you. “I apologize for frightening you.” he lowered the book that covered his face. The first thing you noticed was a pair of bright, yellow eyes. “However, I grew weary of waiting for you to return.”

“W-who are you!?” you asked, getting prepared to grab whatever was nearby and throw it. “Why are you in my apartment?! You have ten seconds to tell me who you are before I-” 

“Hm, my intrusion must be unsettling.” 

“Yeah...” you slowly nodded. “Now start talking.”

“Hm, my apologies. My name is Namjoon... and you are Y/N...aren’t you?”

“U-uh...yeah?” you trailed off. You watched in curiosity as a red rose appeared in a burst of flames in his fingertips. Woah, how did he-?

The stranger rose to his feet.

“Now now, dry those tears princess. Waste your tears on something worth it.”

You hadn’t even noticed a few extra tears had fallen. Namjoon approached you, holding the rose out.

“Y-you s-stay back!” you warned. “Last warning...”

“Now dear, If I meant any harm I would have done it by now.” he sighed. “ Here, please take it.” he eyes flashed, with a small smile spreading across his lips. You slowly rose your hand and took the rose. In the small window of time in which your hands brushed against one another, you felt warmth spike throughout your entire body. 

He was right, the rose was beautiful. Hauntingly, almost. “T-thank you.” you murmured. It truly was beautiful

“You’re welcome” he winked. “Now- Why don’t you tell why what has that beautiful face crying.”

“...Life...” you sighed, your voice shaking. “It’s...I-...” you turned your head. “...Wait, how did you get in here?”

“I teleported of course.” he answered as if it was obvious. “You know...as demons do.”

“Demons?!” you repeated. “Y-you’re a-”

“D-demon?” he mimicked your stuttering with a smirk on his face. “Precisely. Amazed are we?”

“....Uh...that doesn’t explain why you’re in my apartment though.” you felt your body relax a little, maybe he didn’t mean any harm.

“I heard your call, my dear.” he gently laced his warm fingers into yours. “You sounded so urgent I came as fast as I could.”

“My call?” you asked confused, your body fully at ease now. “What do you mean?”

“A few nights ago, I heard you crying, hugging your pillow close. I can’t remember word for word but I remember you saying ‘I can’t do this on my own, I just need someone, anyone...a friend or not I don’t care. I just don’t want to be alone anymore...please send me a fucking goldfish for all I care.’”

You recognized the words, it was kind of embarrassing to know someone had overheard your self pity. “So...that’s why you’re here?”

“They sent me...a demon?”

“Correction, a demon king.” he winked proudly. “And no one sent me, I came of my own volition. I came for you all by myself. To take you away”

“I mean...the sentiment is...nice I guess but why me?” you asked. “Me of all people?” In all honesty, you were a mess. “Just because you heard me? I bet you hear people all the time.”

“Your voice was the loudest...it drew me in like the song of a siren and I couldn’t resist...” he chuckled. “What I fail to understand is why your plea was so disheartening. Seeing such a gem like you so sad won’t do.” he slowly reached his hand up to touch the side of your face. “Now that I see you up close, no other can hold a candle to you.” he flirted. 

“Y-you’re just saying that.” you sighed, looking down.

“I only speak truth when need be spoken. I rarely ever lie. This life...is not a happy one is it?”

“I wouldn’t say that...but I’m not gonna tell you that you’re wrong.” 

“You feel miserable...sad...alone.” he said lowly. “As if no one cares, or would care if you simply disappeared.”

You couldn’t respond, but everything he was saying was 100% true.

Namjoon slid a fingertip under your chin, causing you to look up at his porcelain face. “If you were to allow me to be yours...yours, your everything that you’ll ever need in this life...you’d never have to worry about anything again.” 

When he got so closed to your face, when his eyes bore into yours and you had no choice but to stare back in pure shock and partital confusion, you found yourself growing weary. You slowly felt yourself trusting this man, this monster more and more. Despite not even knowing him for more than five minutes.

His fingertip traced under your chin, causing your eyes to widen.

“...Allow me to convince you...right here.” he spoke, just above a whisper. Before you even knew it, Namjoon had tilted your head up allowing his lips to meet with yours. His touch was feather-like, almost ghost-like. The way his hand caressed the side of your face almost made you believe you were dreaming. Before you knew it, he had tilted your head up to crash his lips over yours. His hands ran up your back, feeling your hot skin beneath his fingers. 

You trembled under his touch. He was alluring and breathtaking. He was a demon alright. No mere human could be so beautiful. 

You suddenly found yourself sitting at the edge of the bed. You opened your mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off.

“Shush.” Namjoon put a finger to your lips. You found yourself crawling backwards on the bed as he crawled over you. “No talking.” he whispered. he trailed his fingers under your shirt, creeping up your sides. “But first-”

You did as he said and didn’t question him at all, or say anything for that matter.  He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began planting kisses down your shoulder. His touch felt like you were being branded. You were succumbing to this mystery man and you loved it. 

“You are so intoxicating.” he sighed. “I knew you were right for me.” he bit down voraciously on your shoulder blade. Your back arched, the sudden sting caught you off guard. Namjoon gathered your hair in his fist, his movements and instincts becoming primal. “You’re mine. My good little human.”

You were still speechless. You shut your eyes, throwing your head back. You were already starting to turn into his little pet. His good little human.

“Expose yourself to me.” a gruff, gurgled, growl-esque voice erupted from the back of Namjoon’s throat. He clutched your shirt and ripped up the front, completely exposing your bare chest. He could only chuckle. The way your chest was rising and falling, your bra strap falling down your shoulder. He drug his finger down your stomach, laughing as you watched his with uneasy eyes. With one last snarl, Namjoon tore your jeans to shreds and sunk his teeth right into your left thigh.

“F--!” You bit your lip. Did this guy have fangs!? He probably had fangs!! There was no way he DIDN’T have them. 

Your body lurched forward as a loud moan left your body. Your entire body went warm, feeling his scorching hot hands trail blazes down your legs. If this was his idea of foreplay, then you were pretty hyped up for what sex would be like for real. You could see his shoulder blades flexing uncomfortably,seemingly contorting in weird places. You were almost certain his bones were gonna crack, but luckily he had gained control of himself.

Namjoon had practically collapsed, trapping your body in his arms and his tongue licked harsh stripes up the perimeter of your neck. He rolled over on his back, letting out one last exhale.

“You’re gonna make a fine princess.“ He exhaled, his arms wrapping your body. You wordlessly lied on his chest, feeling the irregular and almost foreign sounding beat of his heart. You felt no guilt, no regret, nor did you feel dirty or uncertain. You felt at peace. “I must take you back with me...there is no other choice.” he exhaled. You felt his warm hands tangle through your hair, brushing each fallen strand into place, away from your forehead and eyes. If only you could feel the rush of his blood 

 You could hear a slight rumble of thunder, followed by the beginning of rain. “You’re all mine...”

(So I might an edition with the other guys, I might not.)

[madlymiho]

Let's get started with some fiiiiiiiine headcanons here!! The Dirty Talk Olympics : YES!

Thank you @takethethirdoption with your awesome and crazy ideas!

Warning : NSFW

Kid : bronze medal

• Wait, wait, yes, all of these boys are pretty good when they need to use their tongue to talk dirty to you, but since we need to classify them...

• Kid is always a very passionate man, and he tends to let his emotions speak for himself, as much as his gestures, and it works for every situation, even the most steamy ones

• So having him in bed is like handling a beast, and it's not always easy ; in fact, it's never easy ; when he craves your body, he's impatient, messy, and he sometimes even rush things

• Kid doesn't share his power when he's about to have sex with you. It's a brutal (but always pleasurable) torture, and he doesn't really now how to be smooth ; he would never EVER hurt you though

• Driven by his furious emotions, when Kid decides to have some dirty talk, it's always... overwhelming, and right from the beginning ; he wants to settle the mood after all, even if it's too much, or a bit shocking sometimes

• Clearly, if you can't handle a river of insults right from the foreplays, it might get complicated for you

• As soon as he crawls on the top of you, his lips seeking for yours, he shouts that you're a whore, and crave his body like a real little slut and whatsoever, pressing the bulge of his pants against your panties

• Yet, though, his filthy mouth has the power to create a fire inside your belly, and when he adds his fingers or his tongue, yes, you're more willing to become his little whore ; no problem with it

• His insults gets even more provocative when he's about to finish or when you blow him enough to make him cum in your mouth ; his pace is already erratic, so he usually starts to shout some ugly names as well, hoping that the slap of his balls against your skin will make you forget that he has just called you "fucking slut midget you like uh, bitch face" once or twice

• After your steamy session, there's always this blurry moment when you don't really know if you want to laugh or slap him, but here come the "baby" and "kitten" nicknames he always gives you when you're far from the crew, and you can't help but crawl back to him, snuggling against his chest ; watch out, he might already want another round

• Bronze medal ; good use of this tongue to insult you until you become a blushing mess, but not good enough to find something really smooth to say ; and no, of course, he doesn't think that you're a whore

Zoro : silver medal

• Yes, during his first sessions of sex with you, Zoro has been shyer than you would thought and it could be a bit disappointing at the beginning

• He's known to be someone with a filthy mouth already, raw and almost primal, with some creativity when it comes to insult his enemies, or Sanji, but no. Not with you. Not at first

• Like a machine which needs to heat up, Zoro needs to reach a certain comfort zone when he's with you, and you clearly feel that the more he has sex with you, and the more he experiments things

• So what a damn good day when after all this time he's waiting for you, seated at the edge of the bed, poiting at his erected length and shouts a "come here and suck me, baby, and perhaps I'll give you my cock if you do it well"

• With his broken and deep voice (he really gots a good one to talk filthy), Zoro is really intense when he talks dirty to you, never crossing the insults line at first, his growls sometimes escorted by dirty words which make you lose your mind

• During your foreplays, especially when you take care of him, you better be sure to hear some dirty lines, awkward for a moment (he's trying), but even more sexy if he's about to come in your delicious and expert mouth

• The more he practices this new skill, and the more he becomes really good at it, to the point that you're now panting and waiting for his filfthy mouth to open it, when he's not already busy to eat your core (yes, one task only, dear, don't ask him too much)

• He might get a bit harsher in the way he talks to you when he takes you on your fourth ; the sweet vision of your rear bumping against his hips, and his length being swallowed so easily, turn him into a furious beast and he can't help but shout some crazy lines (example : i love when you bounce on my cock like that) you have never heard before ; and yes, a few insults as well but he's close, so forgive him

• When he's finally done, Zoro feels always a bit awkward at first, but the feeling disappear quickly, to disappear forever when he's really at ease with you ; yes, dirty little slut, you wanted it and he knows it

• Silver medal : slow beginning, but a very intense and good race when he starts to feel at ease ; will 100% do better, he just needs to train harder!

Law : golden medal

• Here is the champion of these Olympics, master of the most intense and overwhelming dirty talk ever

• Law, only when he's sure to be comfortable in a relationship, is already really good when it comes to have sex with you, so adding dirty talk? Of course, he's in ; he's a damn devilish teaser!

• He has taken his time to analyze you, but now, he knows perfectly what are you triggers, and how to touch you to bring this long and everlasting pleasure between your legs

• So, for Law, it's almost easy to add a few words to his ministrations ; always as precise as his hands and sharp as his mind, his tongue knows how to make you lose your composure, either by licking you or talking to you

• He never needs to insult you, his tone his smooth and suave, sometimes a bit more bossy, even more when your lips are wrapped around his cock, but it's always in the perfect timing, especially when you're a mess under his control

• Adding to his words, you have his eternal smirk and those dark lusty eyes, and frankly, darling, it's even more complicated for you to focus when he's able to possess you that way ; with Law, he seems to go for something smooth and gentle, but it's always overwhelming when he decides to tease you during your steamy sessions

• Yes, Law uses his dirty words to heat up your numerous intercourses, from the very beginning with soft and teasing words : "come here, kitten, show me how good you are..." ; to the moment you can't control yourself anymore and he's nothing to a sweet Devil to you

• He knows what you want to hear, how to make you moan but he's almost cruel and doesn't use this power at every of your sex nights ; Law usually doesn't speak when it's not necessary, so you better be sure that he always picks the good words to turn you into a pure sexy mess when he choses to do it

• His voice slowly gets lower, and lower, the more he takes you, and brings you at the edge of another orgasm ; you almost hear nothing, but sometimes, between his sweet growls and whimpers, Law gently reminds you that you're a good girl, and you like it this way, to the point that you suddenly reach another climax

• Things are never truly done when he loads, after all, the aftercare and cuddle times are just another way to drown you under his dirty talks, perhaps because he almost craves another round (yes, talking so badly always increase his stamina)

• Golden medal : please, wash his mouth with holy water, this man gots a dangerous and sassy snake there and can almost make you come with his dirty talk (...he already did, right?)

[deejadabbles]

NSFW Alphabet headcanons: Yugi and Atem

I’ve been a big fan of the smutty alphabet headcanon list for a long time now and I miss doing headcanons for characters, so I figured, why not make them for my cardgame boys! Then I figured, why not share them! 

I wrote these with a reader-insert theme in mind, but honestly, my opinions wouldn't change dependant on a ship so if you don’t mind the wording sometimes specifying ‘you’ instead of an ambiguous S/O, you might also check these out with a ship in mind! Hope you guys like them, I did Atem first and Yugi’s are after~

Warning: this is very NSFW and I word things pretty explicitly at times...I have like, no shame...

Atem:

Note: I didn’t really have a specific ‘version’ of Atem in mind when writing these (as in, if we’re talking about Pharaoh Atem, or Yami), but I make the occasional reference to modern things, so just imagine a post canon AU where he has his own body in modern times whenever I mention something like dildos. (That’s right, not even a hundred words in and I already said dildo, just so you know what you’re getting into here lol)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Honestly, I think Atem would like the aftercare almost as much as the actual sex. He sees it as a way to show his partner that he can be caring and loving and he likes being able to express himself that way. He’ll pull you close, run his fingertips lightly over your skin, and place languid kisses on the top of your head or over your face while both of you bask in the afterglow of making love.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His own favorite body part, while it sounds kinda cheesy, are his eyes. The only people who ever commented on them, instead of his lean muscles, are his romantic partners so he thinks of his eyes as being a very intimate, romantic part of his body.

His favorite part of his partners would be their neck. He likes how erotic kissing and biting it can be, but also likes to just rest his head there. It looks nice when you put jewelry on it, it’s the place you put fragrance on, it’s just an appealing body part to him in general.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

For the most part he doesn’t like making a mess, so will prefer to cum inside of his partner or in a condom. If he’s being honest with himself, he prefers to release inside them because it gives him this very primal rush to know he’s filling them up. But he understands if his partner wants him to wear a condom and will go with their wishes.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

For some reason, I could see him having very vivid sex dreams about his crush before they got together. Like, he’d wake up and be a heated, panting, confused mess the first time it happened, but would quickly push it to the back of his mind and act like it never happened. He’s mostly in denial because he feels guilty for it, like he’s violated them somehow even though rationally he knows he can’t control what he dreams. He manages to keep his cool around them next time he talks to them. But then the dream(s) starts playing in the back of his head while they’re talking and he suddenly wants to throw himself into the shadow realm he’s so secretly embarrassed. Poor thing, someone help him.

PS if this happened while Yugi and Atem shared a body (does he dream inside the puzzle???) you bet your butt that Yugi knows about it and is chuckling in the background at his distress.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay so, I headcanon Atem as Demisexual, as in, he really doesn’t feel sexual attraction to someone until an emotional bond is established with them. That being said I could see him still being very curious about sexual/intimate things, especially when he was a prince and young pharaoh. Sexual exploration and sex before marriage wasn’t really taboo in ancient Egypt so there wouldn’t even be a social stigma prohibiting him from fooling around. That, along with the fact that he was young and attractive and probably had dancers, prostitutes (cos that was also something that was legit and cool in most dynasties), and servants throwing themselves at him all the time... Yeah I could see him having a sexual encounter or two to satisfy his curiosity, but, ultimately figures out that he prefers a strong, emotional bond with his lovers. Also, he’s a fast learner so don’t think lack of experience means anything *wink wink*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Likes to pin you to the wall or headboard of the bed. Actually, he likes pinning you to pretty much any surface, as long as he can feel your body pressed against his and keeps your face in view, he’ll be pleased. He also likes any position that allows for a lot of skin on skin contact, he just loves feeling you against him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty serious. He puts a lot of effort and attention into his lovemaking and wants his partner to be completely satisfied. Good thing is that all that seriousness really just translates into passion~

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ancient Egyptians, especially royalty, were a well-groomed lot, so he keeps things nice a tidy down there. You’d be hard pressed to see him go more than five days without shaving everything below that leather belt. Now the real question, that I want to pass on to all of you, is do YOU think the carpet match the drapes with him and Yugi??? I mean, could you imagine the color scheme of that hair down there????

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment)

Passion incarnate. As I said above he puts his all into his lovemaking and wants him and his lover to get everything they want out of the experience. Can also easily be very romantic depending on the mood/occasion but I think that usually just goes hand in hand with how passionate he is.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Isn’t one to indulge in self-pleasure all too often. Not because he thinks there’s anything wrong with it or anything, he just doesn’t get the urge to that much. When he does rub one out it’s usually just a way to help relax after a long day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s willing to try stuff you’re into for sure, but he himself would mostly be into some bondage with leather straps, sensory deprivation, and marking/love bites. He’s especially a fan of sensory deprivation, because it’s all about heightening the pleasures of touch to the highest level; and the trust it takes to let someone do that is a big turn on for him. Now, who’s getting tied up or marked with love bites? That just depends on the mood. For a guy who’s so in control and is a literal king, he doesn’t mind handing the ‘power’ over to you in the bedroom once a certain level of trust has been reached.

But there’s something else that’s been on my mind awhile...

Okay, I’m going to get real deep on you guys, so bear with me a moment. I think Atem would have a bit of a punishment kink. As in, him being punished by his lover. Hear me out! So if we’re talking about a post-canon Atem, I think he has a lot of guilt over how brutal and merciless he was at the beginning of the series, when he was first awoken from the puzzle. At worst if you go from the manga/season zero, he literally killed people, at best if you just go with the regular anime, he was willing to throw Kaiba off a castle wall without much thought. Yes, his compassion slowly came back to him, but I think he’d still have a lot of unresolved feelings, mostly guilt, surrounding that bloodsoaked period of his past. Then if we’re just talking about Pharaoh Atem, he’d not only have the general stresses of ruling a kingdom, but one of his duties is to personally sentence criminals, his own citizens, to very firm and harsh fates. So either way, I think he’d have some pent up guilt, and if he had a lover who he trusted...well...I think he’d get some deep, intense relief from letting them “punish” him. He may not even tell them exactly why he likes to be tied up and teased until he begs for forgiveness, but, deep down he’d know why and as long as his S/O is cool with it he’d have the occasional need to express that kink.

L = Location (Favourite place to do the do)

Since he likes to take his time with his partners, he’d prefer the bedroom. He’s not opposed to getting down in other places but the bedroom is where he has the most control, privacy, and comfortability.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There are a couple of things that are surefire ways to get him hot and bothered. He likes his partner taking charge, grabbing him for a passionate kiss, or if they wrap their arms around him and start trailing their lips down his neck, that kind of thing. Also loves to see them in clothes that drape/hang off their body in a teasing way. For example, if you’re wearing a robe and it’s hanging off your shoulders, 100% expect Atem to slide up behind you and instantly start ravishing your neck and shoulders with his mouth.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would be okay with experimenting and maybe even lightly spanking his partner if they asked, but I can’t really see him being into anything that has a high chance of hurting you. He hates the idea of causing someone he loves pain to the point where he’d actually be scared of doing stuff like choking or anything too intense in the BDSM realm. He’s brutal with his enemies but that’s the very reason why he wants to draw a line where his lover is concerned.

O = Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Since he’s always so focused on both him and his lover being completely satisfied, he doesn't really have a preference for giving or receiving. He gets pleasure knowing he’s giving it to you and he’s going to feel pretty loved if you go down on him. Skill comes with practice, but, as I said before, he’s a fast learner and will take all the time he needs to make sure he becomes an expert for you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough?, Slow and sensual?, etc.)

For the most part, he’s slow and sensual. I think I’ve made that clear enough in some of the previous questions, but, just to bring it home one more time: He will play with you all night if he can, he’ll take his time and get you off multiple times if you can take it~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I can see him indulging in them in specific circumstances. For example: if it’s post-canon Atem (who has his own body of course) and he’s still pretty high from an intense duel, he’ll pull you into a convenient closet/secluded corner and release all that emotion on you. Really though, they aren’t that common since he’s the sensual type.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depends on what you mean by ‘risk’. Is he willing to bang one out in a public place and risk getting caught? Probably (see above). But is he willing to do things that are risky in the sense that they’ll likely cause one of you harm? No, most likely not.  

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last…)

If you count oral and fingering/handjobs as a full round, he’ll likely want there to be a minimum of two rounds. If you’re one and done he won't complain, but he likes giving his lover multiple orgasms so much that I actually should have listed it under his kinks XD

T = Toy (Do they own toys?, Do they use them?, On a partner or themselves?)

Will implement blindfolds, bindings, and other aids like that, but I don’t think he’d be a big fan of toys that are phallic or that penetrate his partner. I don’t know why, but I think he’d see it as ‘his job’ to pleasure you in that particular way and prefers to use his body to get you off rather than a toy.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He kind of has a thing for making you beg for it. It’s the closest I can see to him liking anything that ‘tortures’ you. When he sees that you’re getting desperate he’ll lean in, whispering that you know how to get what you want, you just have to ask him sweetly for it~

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not particularly loud. He mostly makes grunting sounds, with the occasional throaty moan, and if you’re really really lucky, he makes the rare whimper of pleasure. Dirty talk usually depends on his mood. If he’s in a smirky, playful mood he’ll pull out some pretty teasing dirty talk, but he usually chooses action over words.

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

My stuff under kinks was already too long so I’ll put this here, especially since it’s not really a ‘kink’ per se, but Atem likes sexually themes games (I know, such a shocking assumption!). You name it, adult truth or dare, strip poker- I mean strip Duel Monsters, those dice that have different acts and positions on them (he’s a particular fan of those since he’s a master at dice rolling and will use that to his advantage), if it’s out there, he’ll be down to trying it. Then again, I think the best ones are the ones he makes up himself. If you ever pout and say it's not fair because he wins everything , he'll just smirk, run his fingers along your leg, and say something about how he'll make sure there aren't any losers with those games ;)  

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Okay, unpopular opinion time! In all honesty you guys...I don’t think Atem is all that big. I think he’s just a nice, average sized guy. I know us thirsty bitches like to think he has this massive dong that’s an orgasm cure-all, but I just don’t think that’s the case! However, he’s definitely going to make sure it’s enough to get you off.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Despite stuff I’ve said above that infers he’s an insatiable beast, his sex drive actually isn’t that high. Atem has desires, don’t get me wrong, and when he makes love to you he’ll usually go all out, but it won’t be that many times a week. Twice a week would be about his average I think.

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, but it’ll usually be a bit after you fall asleep. He likes looking at you while you’re asleep in his arms, peaceful and satisfied, kissing the top of your head before closing his own eyes to drift off. He’ll only fall asleep quicker if he had a particularly stressful day and the sex was one of those nights where you two went at it for a long time and he’s exhausted afterwards~

Yugi:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Precious. He’s so sweet and gentle with you, brushing the hair out of your face so he can look you over, plant a long kiss on your lips, and ask if you’re okay (if the sex was particularly intense). He’ll clean up any mess made and finally plop back on the cushions with you in his arms, sighing contently.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His own favorite body part are his hands. He has nice slender finders and he likes the way they look when he’s moving them over his lover's body. Plus, let's just say he isn't too shabby with his hands ;D

On his partner, he likes their lips. Not an uncommon part to love, but he likes running his thumb over them before he kisses you, likes how his eyes dart down to look at them when he’s craving a kiss, things like that.  

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

While he never wants to make his partner feel degraded or used, he secretly likes getting his cum all over their body. Whether it’s on their thigh, stomach, face, whatever. He can’t even say why he likes it and if you’re someone who isn’t into that he won’t complain, but it’s something he’ll visualize sometimes when he’s having a sexy daydream.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has most definitely, 1000% fantasized about your underwear before he got to see you in them. Yugi, while ultimately a respectful gentleman, is a bit of a perv and if you were friends before dating and he was crushing on you, he probably thought about those kinds of things more often than he’d ever admit. And let’s just say he felt a bit ashamed, but he couldn’t help but to let his mind wander while he was alone at night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

That’s kind of a hard question. I don’t see Yugi being a fan of one night stands or casual sex, but, he isn’t unwilling to go to pound town early in the relationship as long as he knows there is one. Example: Let’s say he’s on a first date with someone. If he connected deeply with them and sees a future there, he’ll definitely be down for sex on the first date. But, if the other person has more of a ‘well we might as well smash since we’ll never see each other again’ type attitude, he won’t be into the sex at all, to point where if they did end up in the bedroom, he won’t really be able to get off. TLDR: If he knows there’s a real relationship is there he’ll pull you into the bedroom as early as you want him to.

So his experience all depends on how many relationships he’s had before. Thankfully, he’s a curious mind when it comes to that stuff, so he’s read a lot about sex (like, proper reading, not just porn stuff, stuff from sex therapists and whatnot) and he’ll have at least a small idea of what he’s doing even if you’re his first.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Yugi likes to experiment and try different positions to find what works best for both your body and his. He’s pretty keen on eye contact so he’ll like positions that give him that, but his ‘favorite’ would all depend on what’s most pleasurable to you since he’s a giver~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly serious. He respects sex but he also likes to keep things on the lighter side while still being very sensual. He’ll talk to you quite a bit during to keep the mood lighter, telling you how beautiful you are and how cute the sounds you’re making are. It’s an effort to keep both of you relaxed and in tune with each other. Altogether I’d say his mood is more “sensually playful” than anything.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He has some hair but it’s not too much of a jungle down there. He’s been mistaken as a child most of his life so I think he wouldn’t like being completely shaved, but he tries to keep things tidy. Like I said with Atem, I just can’t help but chuckle if I even try to picture that hair color scheme on pubes lmao, so I’ll leave it up to you guys if the carpet matches.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Loving, that’s the best way to describe it. He sees sex as a perfect way to increase the intimacy between him and his partner and even if you two are doing something a little kinky, he’s still very affectionate and attentive.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Yugi rubs one out on the regular, he’s a pretty sexually inclined guy and has the need like most young men. He’s likely even done it in public places (like the school bathroom between classes) when he’s had moments of desperation.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay, listen, Yugi is a sweetie pie and very loving, but he’s also got a freaky side!

Like Atem, he’s into bondage but instead of leather straps I think he’d be more into the ‘Shibari’ style of bondage; silk ropes tied in intricate-looking patterns around the body. He likes the intimacy of wrapping his partner up like a present, laying the rope across their body and placing gentle, languid kisses over their skin as he goes. Plus, silk ropes are a lot more gentle than things like handcuffs, and they still retain the ‘power play’ dynamic of bondage since there’s still the illusion of you being ‘at his mercy’.

Besides that, he’s a big fan of roleplaying and costumes in general (if you surprise him by dressing up like Dark Magician Girl he will lose his shit in the best way possible). Also likes acting out scenarios where he’s the master and you’re his love slave. In general, he likes stuff that has a power play aspect. He likely prefers to be on the top/dom side of things but he isn’t opposed to playing the submissive if you want him to.

L = Location (Favourite place to do the do)

He isn’t picky. The comfort of the bed is nice, but he’ll honestly get it on anywhere in the house. An office desk, the shower, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, anywhere. He’s also down for outside locations too but only if they’re private, like a backyard with privacy fences.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It honestly doesn’t take much to turn Yugi on, but there are a couple of things that really get his motor running. He likes being seduced and will be putty in your hands if you do something like this: Say you’re out with the gang, or at a party he had to attend as ‘king of games’, start running your hands down his arms, back, chest, or legs in a very light but teasing way that’ll be overlooked by everyone else. When he looks over at you with a questioning eyebrow quirk and you answer him with a knowing smirk or bedroom eyes- he’s already got a semi going on in those pants. Then if you keep biting your lips and throwing lustful looks at him repeatedly for the rest of the outing…*ahem* let’s just say he will be particularly ravenous when you two get home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He isn’t into stuff that’s too degrading. I mean, he’ll tease you and be playful as hell, but he won’t do anything that’ll cause tears or even get close to that. If that’s something you’re really into, he’ll try it, but he’ll need to implement some SERIOUSLY loving aftercare in order not to feel like the worst human on the planet. Even if he knows that the tears are part of the kink (cos some people are into that) he’d still have trouble doing it.

O = Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Loves both tbh. He won't deny that he likes receiving, just the sight of you blowing him makes him melt inside and he gets quite a rush from tangling his fingers in your hair. But trust me, he won’t let it go unreciprocated. In fact, unless you have him tied down, he’ll likely pounce you the moment he can think straight after you finish him and repay the favor right then. As for skill, he does his best to learn his way around your body, so give him time and he’ll be pretty good at it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough?, Slow and sensual?, etc.)

Speed depends on the mood/location you’re in, but whether it’s a two minute encounter or an hour long roleplaying session, he’ll be sensual. He’s never particularly rough but he will pin your hands down above your head and go harder if you tell him too.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s down for them if one of you just needs a quick release, but he prefers proper sex. Too many quickies and a lack of proper sex will make him feel like he’s losing intimacy with you, which is something he never wants to happen.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Down to experiment with (most) kinks and is pretty open-minded as long as you two are responsible and safe with it. He isn’t too big on risk, as in, taking the risk of getting caught by doing it in a public place and or those sort of things though.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last…)

Give him some rest in between and he can go for a few rounds. While he’s not quite like Atem in the sense that he likes super long sessions, he does like to go for several rounds some nights just to show you how much he loves exploring your body and satisfying you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys?, Do they use them?, On a partner or themselves?)

Yugi starts a collection of adult toys once he becomes sexually active. Vibrators, cock rings, butt plugs, the common stuff, and maybe a few uncommon things. He keeps them (and his silk ropes) in a nice black case that he calls the toy box and they get used on both of you regularly (if you're into that).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He's a bit of a tease. I've said before that he can be a playful little thing and that includes teasing. He's a particular tease if you two play the whole “master and love slave” game, he likes hearing the words “please master” on your pretty lips *wink*

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I’d say medium volume, he doesn’t try to be quiet and he wants you to know he’s having a good time. He’ll have his really loud moments though, usually when you’re blowing him or when you take the more dominant role and have him at your mercy. He also pulls out some pretty cheeky dirty talk, but mostly he just makes comments about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you <3

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

Yugi wants one of those fancy four-poster beds just so he can use the posts/curtain rods for bondage. He just likes the idea of himself or his partner being suspended in the air and all the sex positions that open up with that...situation hehe. Oh, he’s also a fan of face sitting positions.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Again we have a nice but average sized dick. It has a slightly skinner girth but it’s on the long side of average so it has the appearance of being rather long at first glance.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

To put it simply: Horny, little, bitch. He has a pretty high sex drive and would probably have sex almost every day if you’re down for it. If you don’t have a sex drive to match, don’t worry, it isn’t deal breaker, so long as you don’t mind him ‘taking care of business’ by himself some nights when he’s really feeling the need and you’re not.  

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes some pillow talk afterwards but will still fall asleep fairly quickly. He likes being cuddled against your chest or at least holding your hand while he falls asleep~

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You’re All That I Need Chapter 11 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 11

Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby​​!

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)

Nikki helped Tommy up to bed and got him settled in, "I'm going to make Vince sit in the living room, he'll come check on you periodically but try to get some more sleep. I'll be right back". 

“I love you,” Tommy told him, holding his hand. “Maybe you could pick us up a couple of movies and we can have a date night tonight?”

"That sounds like a great idea," Nikki said leaning down for a kiss. "I love you too.”

Nikki headed downstairs to where Vince and Mick were talking. They looked up at him as he came down.

“We have a question for you,” Vince told him.

"Shoot," Nikki said. 

“Are...is the band breaking up now?” Mick asked, a little afraid of what the answer was going to be.

"I...uh...no, the music means too much to him, to me, to all of us. We will just take a little break, that’s all. Let's keep writing music, we can record what we can, bass tracks, guitar tracks...that kind of thing but we will just hiatus until the baby is born," Nikki answered, confident he was making the right choice. 

“What about tour time?” Vince asked. “Journey said it best. The road ain’t no place to start a family.”

Nikki heaved a heavy sigh, "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, let's get to the store Mick.” 

“Okay Sixx,” Mick nodded and gave Vince a look. “Don’t bug him, okay?”

“I’m not gonna bug him,” Vince snapped. Mick rolled his eyes and followed Nikki out the door. A couple minutes after they had left, Vince heard creaking and saw Tommy at the top of the stairs.

“Are they gone?” He asked.

"Yes, but you should be in bed," Vince answered shooting looks at the door, like Nikki would just know. 

"Will you come sit with me? I don't want to be alone..." Tommy asked. 

"Of course. Come on, back to bed with you," Vince said, climbing the stairs. He got Tommy back to bed, and crawled in next to him and let Tommy curl into his side. They stayed quiet for a minute, before Vince spoke up again.

"I'm scared Tommy," Vince admitted. "I don't want to lose you or the little one I haven't had a chance to love yet..."

“I’m not going anywhere,” Tommy told him. “Neither of us are.” Tommy looked up at him. “He or she has been kicking. Do you want to feel it?”

"Really.....yes please," Vince was so overwhelmed he could hardly contain his excitement. Tommy took his hand and pressed it into his abdomen and Vince was rewarded with a thump thump from the baby. "Please listen to the doctor Tommy. Really, you’re my best friend and I couldn't handle if something happened." Vince begged. 

“Everything’s going to be okay Vince,” Tommy frowned. “Oh no, don’t start crying please. I know that look. I’ve seen it, like, a handful of times.”

Vince sniffed, "I'm not going to start crying, you need to take this seriously." 

“I am. I’m not worried. It’s all going to be okay. You guys shouldn’t worry about me so much.”

"I'm sorry, have you met Nikki or Mick for that matter? That's like all they do, and frankly if I'm worrying, it's time to be real. We worry because we love you and we care. You just don't understand how much we all love you." Vince shook his head, not sure how to get it through the drummers head that he was important to all of them. 

“I saw how worried you guys were when I got sick at the studio…” Tommy told Vince. “And I’m scared as hell, but Nikki can sense that and it works him up, so I’m trying not to be.”

"Dude, Nikki's gonna be worked up until you have this kiddo and then he'll be worked up for at least 18 more years, it's how he is. But feel your feelings and let Mick and I pick up some of the slack.... that's what family's do," Vince nudged Tommy gently with his elbow. 

“Love you guys,” Tommy smiled. “So, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

"I bet Mick already that it's a girl, no way a boy would give you this trouble," Vince chuckled. 

“I think it’s a little girl too,” Tommy laughed. “Mom said girls lay higher than boys or something like that. But Nikki is convinced it’s a little boy. But he doesn’t want to find out until the birth.”

"Sounds like Nikki, though Mick is with him that it's a boy," Vince smiled and looked at his hands, "speaking of Mick he asked Nikki about the band..." 

“What did he say?” Tommy asked, a little nervous of the answer.

"That we're currently taking a break and we'll get back to the studio after this little hellion is born," Vince chuckled. 

“Oh good,” Tommy nodded. “I was afraid he was going to say no more band.”

"I think he wanted to, but he knows the music is in your soul and to keep you safe, he needs to keep you close," Vince smiled, "we do get to keep writing so when we do get back to the studio we are ready to go." 

“That’s good, because I actually have some lines for a song. It’s over there in my jacket,” Tommy told him.

"Do you wanna work? I can grab some stuff," Vince asked, "only if your 100% up to it."

“I’m good to do a little work,” Tommy nodded.

Vince got up and got Tommy's notebook, "you want a guitar or something? I know Nikki has a music room around here somewhere...."

“The music room is down the hall. I have a keyboard in there. I’d like that,” Tommy was smiling and seemed in better spirits.

"Awesome," Vince said. He almost skipped down the hall, excited that Tommy was smiling and wanted to do some writing. He came back with Tommy's keyboard, picked up a couple pillows for Tommy's lap and carefully set the keyboard down and plugged it it. "Ok, you good?" Vince checked in before sitting back down. 

“I’m good,” Tommy smiled. “Thanks Vince. Uh, if you wanna go home, you can. I’ll tell Nikki I  told you to go.”

"Like hell dude, one, I like my throat where it is and two, your working on new music, I want in on that and three, maybe I want to spend time with you, and snuggling and writing music is a wonderful way to spend the afternoon," Vince said honestly, sliding into bed next to Tommy, making sure to make contact with him for the comfort. Tommy visibly relaxed when Vince settled by him. He longed for contact, even if it wasn’t from Nikki. Before they found out he was an omega, Tommy loved hugs, cuddles, and just touches.

“Let’s get to work, shall we?” Tommy smiled. He played on the piano for a little bit, but when he looked over at Vince and saw him asleep. Tommy turned the keyboard off, laid it to the side and closed his eyes, his head resting on Vince’s shoulder. Tommy didn't mean to fall asleep too, he just wanted to soak up Vince's warmth, but the next thing he knew he heard Nikki's voice, and he realized that he and Vince had shifted and Vince was wrapped protectively around him. 

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Back Off pt. 2 (D.D)

Warnings: Swears, a little violence, mentions of small amounts of blood, drunkenness/ throwing up, rapey behavior, fluff like you would not even believe sister

Requested by: @blue-and-yellow-jjk-pjm said

Can you do a part 2 to Back off plz?

Gif by: first one @you-think-its-trash-granny second one @grlglitch

(sorry couldn’t decide)

Where we left off:

“Dude, it’s either you quit it the fuck out or I am kicking you out of this fucking car.” I said firmly everything goes silent. Dom clams up and sits back defenseless. I put my eyes back to the road and take a small glimpse at her. She seemed to be happy about me stepping in to stop him. No matter what I will always, always step in to help her.

Now:

Davids Pov

We all were pretty much virtually silent after that until we got to the club. I saw her facial expression change from awkward silence to hyped as hell. She starts moving really violently and squealing with excitement.

“Now this is the shit I came to LA for!” She said looking back at all of us. We all yelled and we got out of the car after parking. We got in no problems and you could already smell the booze and smoke in the air the music shook your being the moment you stepped in there. I’m standing right behind Y/N as she walks in and scopes out the environment. She sees the girls across the way and turns to me as if to ask permission. I nod and smile at her she smiles and kisses my cheek. She quickly turns and makes her way towards Corinna, Trisha, Natalie, Carly, and Erin. My face turns beet red as I turn around star struck. I turn back to see Heath, Zane, and Jason all staring at me with smirks on their faces. I walk closer to them avoiding eye contact.

“So, Y/N, huh?” Jason said while smiling wider.

“You stay quiet about this. All of you. I’ve had the fattest crush on this girl for my entire life. Don’t tell her. They all drop their jaws because of what I just told them. Heath yelled and laughed. My face was so red now.

“Promise? Please?” I say to them and they politely and considerately obliged to my wishes. I soon realize as I’m doing a head. count I can’t find Dom anywhere.

Your Pov

I was sitting and periodically taking shots with the girls and talking about drama.

“How was riding in the car with the boys?” Carly asked me as she chased another shot.

“So uncomfortable Dom tried to lay one down on me by telling me how good he is at sex.” I said rolling my eyes. I could feel myself getting more drunk as I kept talking. All of the shit I just took is all hitting me at once and I think it was doing the same for the other girls. I started to notice that everything anyone said was so fucking funny. My vision was blurry. I stood up and fell into someone’s arms.

“Hey, w-who are you?” I said trying to regain control of my legs.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine. I’ll take very good care of you.” This person said and the voice became more identifiable. He started touching all over me reaching places I didn’t want him to.

“Stop.” I say weakly trying to push him off. My efforts were useless.

Davids Pov

I am looking around for him just to make sure we didn’t lose him. Todd taps my shoulder and points to where the girls are at. I see Y/N stumbling around trying to get out of Doms grasp. The rage that took over my body in this moment was indescribable and powerful. The only thing in my mind was beating the actual fuck out of Dom. The way he was touching her, how uncomfortable she looked. All of that emotion piled into one action I sprint through a mass of people with the boys behind me chasing me, them knowing was I was about to do Brandon got ahead of me and took Y/N out of his arms quickly but carefully. I look at Dom and my fist collides with his jaw. Now my body was controlled 100% by adrenaline and rage. I was on top of him and I was blacked out and beating the shit out of him. It took Scott, Todd, Heath, and Zane to pull me off.

“IF YOU EVER SO MUCH AS THINK ABOUT HER I WILL END YOU?! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU ASSHOLE?! YOU NEVER EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN!” I screamed at him as they all dragged me out. Brandon still has Y/N and was leading her out. He opens the door with his back as he leads her out I see her and run the boys jump to stop me and see that it’s her and don’t. I run up to her and take her in my arms.

“I wanna go home.” She said with tears in her eyes looking up at me.

“Okay, we will. I’m so sorry.” I say with tears coming out of my eyes. I pick her up bridal style and I sit in the passenger seat as Jason drives. She cuddled herself into my chest and fell asleep. The drive home was not too far Brandon volunteered to drive the girls home because the rest of them were drunk too.

I open the door with my foot and I still have her in my arms. Her small frame was easy to carry. I rested my cheek on her head and carried her to my room. I wanted nothing more than to keep her away from everyone. I felt such a need to keep her safe and protected. Like a primal instinct to do so.

The next morning

I ended up sleeping in my guest room. I got up and went to go check on her. I step into my room and don’t see her in my bed but the comforters were in duress. I walk to the bathroom because of the faint noise of gagging. I walk in and I hold her hair back she throws up more and rests her head.

“Are you okay?” I say softly.

“Yeah I actually feel a lot fucking better after that.” She says and flushes the toilet. She grabs her toothbrush and quickly does a thorough mouth cleanse. She walks out, and I follow close behind her. She sits on my bed and pulls out her phone. I was confused.

“Do you not remember last night at all?” I ask her sitting next to her in my usual spot. She looks up from her phone and thinks about it.

“Not too much I know there was a fight but I think it was just two random drunk assholes at the bar.” She said laughing. I look down at my fists which were now starting to scab over slowly. She looks too. Her eyes widen at the sight of it she takes my hands into her much smaller ones and she looks into my eyes.

“What did you do? What happened, David?” She said sadly.

“Dom was trying to get with you even though you were horrifically drunk out of your mind. I saw it and I got so outraged and furious that I ended up pummeling him in the face. I might have screamed something about wanting to kill him.” I said quietly. She sat back and didn’t look at me.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry about this. I know how much you hate fighting but he wouldn’t get off of you and I just felt the need to protect you-“

“But why would you do that for me?” She asked me cutting me off.

“Because I love you! I have loved you for so long and I want nothing more than to see you happy and safe and healthy and prospering. I hated seeing Dom all over you all night because he would never deserve someone as fucking amazing as you no one does. He ruined your first night here by taking advantage of you and it made me so mad because no one should ever touch you like that! ever! I love you so much and I don’t deserve you at all which is the hardest part-“ She cut me not with words but with her lips. She sat up on her knees facing me other both of her small frail hands on my cheeks deepening the kiss. My hands gravitate towards her hips and I turn my head to the side. She slowly pulls away and looks me in the eyes. I smile.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for that to happen?” She whispered to me.

This was legit one of my favorites to write i hope you like it. 🔆🖤