#perfect truly is the enemy of better huh?

[carsonjonesfiance]

Yeah God forbid liberals (derogatory) put a face to the violence and demand the far right government in Israel be ousted so steps can be made towards peace. That’s pansy shit better call for the completely realistic goal of the dissolution of an entire country.

[beyondthesefourwalls]

A Verbal Agreement

Summary: You hated Jake Seresin. Truly, you did. Or at least you strongly disliked him. But as it was, he did something for you that no other man could, and it kept you coming back for more. 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.2K (no one is as shocked as I am that I kept it short) 

Warnings: Smut. Dirty talk. Enemies with benefits. Language. The Blonde One™️.

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You hated him. 

Truly, you did.

Or at least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe strong dislike would be a better way to describe it. 

Jake Seresin was a smug son of a bitch. He was the bane of your existence in so many ways, and got under your skin like he was trying to burrow there and make it his home. His arrogance annoyed you, constantly walking around with a holier-than-thou attitude, like he was God’s gift to women, the Navy, and society in general. His smirk made his face punchable in a way that you were barely able to resist smacking him when he shot it in your direction. 

But damn, if his ability to string together filth didn’t drive you fucking crazy. 

“That’s it. Fuck. That’s my good girl.” 

You clenched around him at his words, a moan leaving you because of the praise. 

Dirty talk was something you considered to be an artform. It was one of your biggest turn ons, and so little men knew how to actually execute it. So often when you’d ask for it, it came out awkward, cringy or obnoxious. They fumbled over words and made everything sound so unappealing, unable to find that perfect balance of praise and degradation that you longed for, that you would barely be in the mood to finish after they spouted off what they thought was sexy. 

So it would figure, of course, that you discovered Jake was the best dirty talker you had ever been with after what was supposed to be a one time mistake after a few too many drinks at the Hard Deck. He made everything sound so flawlessly erotic and natural, you were basically a puddle for it every single time.  

It was no secret that Jake loved to hear himself talk, and this was the one situation where you not only didn’t mind, you wanted it.  

“Taking me so fucking well. You were made to take it, weren’t you baby?” 

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding rapidly, your nails dragging down his back. “Made to.” 

“Yeah you were. I’m making you feel so good, aren’t I?” 

Your moan turned into a scream of his name as a sharp smack came down on your ass, Jake nearly bending you in half as he fucked you. “Answer me.” 

You knew from knowing him for so long that he hated being ignored, especially in bed, and especially when it was about how good he was making you feel.

“Yes! Fuck!” you shouted, your voice echoing off the walls. “So good!” 

His chuckle and his smirk were both so smug, in any other situation, you would have rolled your eyes. But here, in the privacy of your apartment, it sent another wave of arousal through you, and you couldn’t help but arch into him. 

“Well, I’m glad we’ve got that straight, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low and as smooth as velvet. “Not like you would have been able to deny it, anyway. You’re so fucking soaked, you’re making a mess of the sheets and those pretty thighs of yours. I can only imagine how good it's going to feel when I come inside of you. Is that what you want?” 

“Uh-huh,” you breathed. 

"You’re so fucking tight, baby. Sucking me in like a damn vice.” 

"Please," you whimpered. You were close; so close. But you needed more. “Please, please, please.” 

“God I love it when you beg for me.” 

He said the words almost to himself, so you didn't answer, caught in a whirlwind of lust and frustration. Jake’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, tight circles against it. Your vision blurred at the stimulation. 

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you?” 

“Jake.” 

You felt the edges of your control fraying, the pleasure building to a breaking point. Your whole body shook - sweet release so near that you could almost taste it. 

"Yeah, baby," he growled, his hips pounding into you even harder. His thrusts became more urgent as he neared his end, too, demanding and pointed."You want to come for me?” 

You couldn’t answer, falling into the haze of what he was making you feel. Your mind was a blank canvas, lost to the sensation of his cock filling you, all that existed was the intense sensation of him thrusting against your nerve-endings, the friction between your clit and his fingers, and the rhythm of his voice, husky and perfect, pulsing through you. 

Another smack to your ass, and then his hand found your chin, squeezing just tight enough where it drew you out of your head. He guided your gaze toward him. His eyes, always so mischievous, were dark and calculating. “Do you want to come for me?” he repeated, and you moaned at the authority ringing in your ears. 

Your voice was barely a whisper as the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Yes. Please, Jake. Make me come.” 

“Then do it. Be a good girl, and come for me. Now.” 

Your body responded to his command instantly. You arched into him, your screams echoing in the room as you shattered, your nails digging into his back. He never stopped talking, his voice coaxing as much from you as he could. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. Come inside this sweet little pussy. And you’re going to take all of it, baby.” 

Your body felt like it was on fire. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and he kept up his relentless rhythm, chasing his own release. You felt him go rigid inside you, and then his hips jerked forward once, twice, and then a third time as he joined you over the edge. He grunted out your name as you clung to him, your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling him pulse inside you.

For a few moments, you both laid there, panting as you tried to catch your breath. Jake settled more of his weight on top of you in a way that always made you feel more secure as you came down from the high, and you placed a soft kiss against his neck in appreciation.

“I still hate you,” you mumbled into his skin. 

Jake chuckled low in his throat, and then laughed even harder when the sound caused you to clench around his softening cock. He pulled out of you slowly, sliding over your sensitive flesh. You could feel his cum slipping out of you, furthering the mess between your legs. You couldn’t help but shiver as he settled on the mattress beside you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, darlin’.” 

“No, I mean it.” 

But even as you said it, you were cuddling closer to him, draping your leg over his as got comfortable. Post-orgasm was one of the only times he was quiet, or at least not as chatty, and you enjoyed basking in the afterglow that always followed these trysts. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you could feel the smirk that was no doubt a mix of smug and indulgent as he did. “Sure.”

“Shhhh,” you murmured, “don’t ruin it.”

He laughed lightly, but settled down, not saying anything else. 

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Notes: I really have no idea what this is or where it came from, but here we are.

Thanks to @roosterforme @mak-32 and @sylviebell for reading it over and all your help! And to Mak for a stunning banner, as per ushe.

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[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Chaos Lineage Stellaworth Special Booklet Short Stories ☽ Orange ver.・A New Menu?! Ruki’s Got His Hands Full!

Original title: メニュー開発！？ルキがてんてこ舞い！ English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the scans (as always, kindly provided by @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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It's been a little while since I translated a short story! This one's set in the Orange mansion in the Chaos Lineage timeline and written from Eve's─so, in a way, Yui's─perspective, before the regains her memories. It's a fun little story that contains some brotherly bickering and a LOT of innuendos (hello, yes, I'd like the soup please...) ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Have fun reading!

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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Ever since I fled from the church and found refuge in the Orange mansion, I hadn’t been granted permission to return to the guest room. Instead, I quietly sat in a chair in the living area.

Ayato unceremoniously called out to me. “You. Hurry up ‘n become mine already.”

“What? Um…”

I was taken aback by the redhead’s sudden remark and found myself unable to reply right away. The small pause inadvertently gave his two brothers the time to say their piece as well.

“Become Ayato’s? Stop this nonsense. This girl will be mine. I’m sure that’s what will make her happiest as well. Isn’t that right?” 

“Ha. I told you—she doesn’t belong to either of you. Better not misunderstand, Ayato. Kanato. We brought Eve here to help Brother become the Demon King, y’know.”

“You with your ‘Brother this, Brother that.’ Shut the fuck up already.”

The three clearly had no intention to consider my opinion on the matter, and their bickering only intensified. I felt myself becoming nervous. It looked like they might even start punching one another if they kept going like this. 

That was when the living room door quietly opened.

Ruki let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t tell me you’re fighting again.” 

Again? The eldest made it sound like his brothers had pestered him with similar fights before, many times over. 

“It’s been days since we acquired Eve, and yet you’re still being hostile towards one another.”

“What does it matter? That has nothing to do with you, Ruki.”

“Sorry, Brother. I’ve been trying to tell them the same thing. It seems both of them still think Eve is theirs.”

“You’re the delusional ones for assuming Eve belongs to Ruki. This chick belongs to Yours Truly. I won’t hand her over to anyone.”

“Enough. Remember that we’ve acquired Eve and that we’re on track to becoming King. If we don’t work together, our enemies will take it as an opening to steal Eve from us, and all our efforts will be for naught.” Ruki seemed worried about his brothers’ willingness to cooperate—that, if the brothers kept quarrelling amongst themselves, the enemy might come to steal me away. 

A sense of restlessness lingered in the air after Ruki spoke. I cast my eyes downwards. The prospect of being at the centre of such a violent dispute left me feeling melancholic. 

“I’m not telling you to get along. But I am telling you to reduce the friction at least a little. I urge you, as my younger brothers, to do what I say.”

“That’s my line! You’re getting in Yours Truly’s way.”

“I don’t like this either. This is ridiculous.”

“That’s exactly the reaction I expected from you. So, let me propose something as a countermeasure: a cooking contest.”

“...Huh?” 

Ayato was speechless. And it wasn’t just Ayato: Kanato and Shin were looking at Ruki with equal suspicion. Even I stared at him, wondering why on Earth he would suggest something so strange. Ruki wanted his brothers to work together to come up with new dishes, apparently.

“It’s the perfect solution to work on your team spirit. Besides, you’ll join forces to expand our repertoire of things to eat for dinner. Don’t you think it’s a good idea?” Ruki said, his facial expression exuding confidence. 

After turning it over in my head for a moment, I supposed that… it might work?

“Got it. If you want us to, Brother, then I’ll do it. I’ll help you.”

“Great. Ayato, Kanato—I expect you to help, too, of course.”

“Like hell I would. Why’s Yours Truly gotta do it?”

“I agree. I have no desire to participate in such ridiculous activities. Whoever else wants to participate can go ahead.”

Shin’s immediate agreement stood in stark contrast with the reactions of his younger brothers, who were quick to complain. Ruki stressed that it would have no meaning this way, and proposed his plan on different terms. 

“...There’s no helping it. I’ll let you compile our new menu, then. You may suggest whatever dishes you’d like to eat. We’ll add whatever is picked to our regular dinner menu from now on.”

This idea clearly made Ayato and Kanato more willing to cooperate. The atmosphere in the room immediately became much lighter, and the brothers became a little restless as they thought about what foods they wanted to eat. 

It was decided that I would be the fair judge to taste each dish. I was happy to be afforded a role in Ruki’s plan as well—with my spirits lifted a little already, I joined the others’ conversation.

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A few hours later…

“What? Why’d only this part turn green? …Ugh, smells fuckin’ rancid!”

“Don’t you think it’s lacking sweetness? Oh, well. I’ll share some of my cream with you, then.”

“Hey! Don’t mess with my cooking! Puttin’ cream in there’s no joke!”

I stayed in the living room while Ruki and the others were in the kitchen preparing their dishes for me to try. Things seemed to be progressing smoothly: Ruki seemed to be the one doing most of the cooking, but I could hear the relatively friendly conversation between the brothers all the way from the living room.

“Stop it, Kanato. We won’t get anywhere if you waste this much food. That’s why I told you not to add any more.”

“Kanato! Stop meddling in other people’s business and concentrate on your own cooking. Or, actually, your… cooking looks more like a mass of sugar.”

“Yes, of course. I suppose I should finish my dish. I’ll just have to add one more thing to finish it off…”

“Hold on, are you serious? Covering chocolate in more chocolate is ridiculous. What’re you even doing?”

While it was good that the brothers were engaging in lively conversation with one another, I still felt anxious after hearing that exchange. I was the one who’s supposed to taste-testing everything, after all. I contemplated going to the kitchen to help them before things went downhill, but they’d actually finished already—the four brothers came back into the living room, each carrying the dish they’d prepared.

“Ah, have you already finished cooking?”

“Yes, indeed. It seems like you’ve been waiting here in the living room like the good girl you are.”

“All of the sample dishes are here. Let’s start the taste test, shall we?”

“Right. So, which one should I try first?”

“Yours Truly’s should be first, of course!” Ayato said before setting down a huge plate on the table in front of me with a loud clang. “I’m calling this ‘Yours Truly’s Specially Made Super-Gigantic Takoyaki’! Be grateful ‘n eat up!”

“Wow! It’s so big! It’s bigger than my face, even.”

“Right? Bigger’s always better. It’s not very round, though. It’s lumpy. It probably kinda fucks with the taste.”

“You made me prepare it, so keep your complaints to yourself. Besides, it’s your fault for constantly butting in while I was cooking.” As there was no dedicated pan large enough to make takoyaki this big, it seemed that Ruki had used a single-handed frying pan to shape it somehow, and that’s likely why it looked a little sunken and uneven. 

According to Ayato, there wasn’t just octopus, but various other fillings in it as well—he himself didn’t quite seem to know for sure, either.

“A-Ayato, this is…”

“What’re you doin’?! Hurry up and eat it!” Ayato yelled when he saw my reluctance to take a bite. Even then, I couldn’t quite work up the courage to dig in. 

The redhead lost his patience and grabbed my chin with one hand. Then, he brought a spoon to my mouth with his other hand, ready to force-feed me. 

“Geez, it can’t be helped. C’mon, I’ll feed you. Hurry up ‘n open wide.”

“W-wait! Ah—Mm…!”

The spoon quickly came my way, holding a chunk of the giant takoyaki. I had no time to protest before the spoon was thrust into my mouth.

“Hehe, you’re gettin’ teary-eyed. That’s not such a bad sight, is it? Hey! No slackin’ off. Keep eatin’. I wanna watch your face while you struggle even more.”

“Ayato! At least do it gently… Mm!”

With enough force to make me choke, the spoon was mercilessly rammed deep into my mouth again. Even if I wanted to run, I couldn’t—Ayato had a tight grip on my chin. I had no choice but to eat the takoyaki that I was given. A cruel smile played on Ayato’s face as he watched me struggle.

“Ugh, mm… Ha...”

I somehow managed to swallow what was in my mouth. I didn’t risk asking what exactly I’d been eating so far to avoid ruining the experience—mostly because it had actually been quite tasty.

“This is so good, Ayato!”

“I know, right? Though it’s only natural, since I cooked all this up!”

Ayato seemed satisfied with my response. His chest swelled with pride, confident that his dish was going to win tonight.

“Eat mine next, please. I’ve made something much more delicious than Ayato’s takoyaki.” 

Unsurprisingly, Kanato had prepared a dessert. The base was a parfait, loaded with pudding, crêpes, cake, and ice cream on top, and covered in an unholy amount of chocolate. It looked almost sickeningly sweet.

“It looks delicious, but… It seems very sweet, doesn’t it?”

“But really, I’m gettin’ heartburn just by looking at it. You might as well call anything a dish if you load it with enough sweet stuff.”

“You’re hopelessly tasteless, Shin. This is obviously incredibly delicious.” As he spoke, Kanato stared at the sweets as though he were spellbound. “Ah… It doesn’t get any better than this. I’d love this to be added to the menu so that Ruki will prepare it for me every day.”

After having stared at his parfait for a while, Kanato picked up a spoon. 

“Since you’re nothing but a doll, you must be bad at feeding yourself, right? Just for today, I’ll feed you. Please be grateful.”

“It’s alright, Kanato. I can eat by myself… Mm!” 

I tried to move away, but Kanato forcefully grabbed my wrist to keep me in place and thrust a loaded spoon at me. Once again, food was forced into my mouth. I tried my best to chew and swallow each bite, but I couldn’t keep up with the speed with which Kanato was feeding me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Kanato’s hand stilled.

“Oh, you have some cream on your face.”

“Ah!”

Kanato put down the spoon and his tongue darted out when he moved in, licking the cream off my cheek. My heartbeat jumped a little at the sensation. 

“Hehe… Very sweet. My cooking is the most delicious after all, isn’t it?” he asked expectantly, slowly leaning in further as he spoke. 

The strange atmosphere made me increasingly uncomfortable. Still, though… Kanato’s dish was particularly sweet but no less delicious—like he had said—and so I honestly shared my opinion.

“Right? I see you’re able to tell how great my cooking is. It’s quite admirable.”

Kanato left my side, clearly pleased with my answer.

“It’s my turn, then!”

Shin moved in and placed a small plate in front of me.

“...? Shin, what’s this brown, cream-like stuff?”

“It’s peanut butter. Can’t you tell?”

“The hell? How much of an idiot do you gotta be to consider that a dish?” Ayato sneered at Shin, clearly making fun of him.

“Hehe. Who’s the real idiot here? You know fuck-all about cooking,” Shin replied. Then, he went on to expertly spread the peanut butter on a piece of bread. “This peanut butter goes well with a lot of different kinds of cooking. It’s a great all-purpose condiment for bringing out the flavour of stuff like bread and cakes. I’d like you to use it in many different dishes.”

“I object. Won’t everything just start tasting like peanuts?”

“Right, right! My takoyaki’d taste like peanuts!”

“Ha! You can yap all you want, but it won’t matter. Eve’s the one who has to like it. So, here you go.”

I reached out to take the bread he held out to me, but Shin seized my hand in mid air. He pulled me in close with a sharp tug. 

“I’ll feed you.”

“Um… I already said it just now, but I can eat by myself, you know?”

“Just be good and eat. C’mon.”

My lips parted when the bread touched my mouth, and when I took a bite, the sweet flavour of the peanut butter (1) spread across my tongue.

“Good, isn’t it? Make sure to savour the taste.”

Contrary to Ayato and Kanato, Shin slowed his movements to match my eating speed and held the bread to my mouth for me to take bites. The peanut butter went well with the bread. It was really good.

“Hehe. You kinda look like a greedy little pet dog eating from your owner’s hand right now.”

I tried to argue that no, I wasn’t a dog, but I kept getting interrupted by Shin holding the bread to my mouth. Before long, I’d already swallowed the last bite.

“Thank you, Shin. It was delicious!”

“I told you! If you pick my peanut butter, you’ll be able to eat it whenever you like, so… You know what to do, right?” Shin’s mouth curved into a smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

There was clearly no safe way to answer that question. I forced a wavering smile in response.

“Well, then. Lastly, it’s my turn.” Ruki put his dish in front of me with more confidence than all his brothers before him.

“Is this… soup?”

The soup in front of me looked to contain a well-balanced mix of vegetables, meat, and beans, giving it a delicious-looking golden colour. However, it looked no different than what Ruki usually made for dinner.

“Soup? How boring. Couldn’t you come up with something else? This is not even a close contender compared to my dish.”

“Just take a sip and you’ll know. Eve, please turn your face my way.” 

Ruki took a spoonful of the soup and carefully raised it to my lips. 

“Drink it. It’s a rather fine soup to give to livestock, but I suppose I should feed you something nice every once in a while.”

I felt myself becoming curious how it tasted, too, considering Ruki was brimming with confidence. Still, it was a little embarrassing to have him feed it to me, so I tried to tell him I’d like to drink it by myself.

“No, drink it like this. You wouldn’t want to trouble your master, would you? Or… would you rather have me feed it to you mouth-to-mouth?”

He looked like he would seriously do it if I didn’t go along with him. Finding myself unable to resist, I obediently opened my mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. Savour it.”

Ruki slid the spoon between my lips. I tried to swallow it neatly, but my nerves got the better of me. A small drop of soup dribbled from my lower lip.

“Mm. Ah…”

“You spilled some of the soup. Good grief, what ill-mannered livestock you are.”

With a stroke of his thumb, Ruki wiped the soup from my lip. My face flushed.

“What’s that face for, staring at me like that? Was that not enough to satisfy you?”

Not wanting to go through something so embarrassing another time, I desperately shook my head. Still, Ruki’s soup tasted amazing. It may have looked no different from what he usually cooked, but I wondered if this was some kind of secret recipe of his. 

I couldn’t hold back my curiosity and asked him what was in the soup.

“It’s a secret. I’m not so kind a master as to teach you my recipe, Livestock,” Ruki said, dodging my question, and traced his thumb over my lips again.

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With all four dishes taste-tested, the cooking contest was over. Now, I had to choose which one I liked the most.

“It can’t be anything other than Yours Truly’s giant takoyaki, right?”

“That’s unthinkable. My dessert was clearly the most delicious.”

“Nah, you’re choosing my peanut butter that goes with any dish, right?”

“Judging from your reaction, Livestock, the answer is clear as day. My soup wins.”

Whatever I picked would be added to our dinner menu from now on, and everyone was passionately advocating for their respective dishes. 

I recalled the flavours of the dishes I’d tasted tonight. After a moment of deliberation, I opened my mouth to speak.

“All four dishes were delicious, so how about adding all four of them to the menu?”

My proposal made the room fall silent for a moment.

“Seriously? It’s a competition! You gotta pick a winner. There’s no way in hell I’m agreein’ to this!”

“What a fool you are. We’ve told you many times over that you can only pick one winner.”

“Besides, aren’t you trying to wriggle your way outta this by giving such a diplomatic answer?”

“That seems likely. Or did Livestock perhaps not understand the meaning of this from the beginning?”

After Ayato first broke the silence, the brothers aimed their discontent at me one after the other. Still, I stood my ground and once again explained to them that I’d truly enjoyed all four dishes. Even though it might put even more strain on Ruki, I insisted that we should add all dishes to the menu since everyone had put in so much effort. 

Ruki contemplated the idea for a little while before letting out a small sigh and agreeing with me. “...If that is Eve’s verdict, so be it. Let’s add all dishes to the menu from now on.”

“The fuck’re you sayin’?! I can’t accept this unless I’m crowned the winner.”

“B-but Ayato, if you kindly ask Ruki, he might make that gigantic takoyaki for you every day, you know?”

“...Heh, that’s true. Well, I’m just gonna make Ruki do it, then!”

“Hold on, please! If that’s the case, then I’d rather he make my parfait every day instead! I won’t lose to an inferior dish like takoyaki!” 

“I won’t put up with having either of your dishes every day. This peanut butter goes with anything, so you’d better use it every day, Brother.”

In the end, the brothers got into a heated argument about whose dish we should eat for the days to come. Even though this contest was intended to foster a cooperative spirit among his brothers, Ruki held his head in his hands as he watched them fight over the results.

Nevertheless, I found myself thinking that I couldn’t imagine this family any other way.

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Look, I’m not trying to ignite a discussion but… is peanut butter really sweet? It’s considered more of a savoury thing where I live (or at least it rarely—if ever—contains sugar), though I do suppose it’s versatile in that it goes well with both sweet and savoury things. 

[bradshawsbitch]

mess w/ roommate!bradley 😵‍💫😵‍💫 for blurbs:)

oof, okay we're starting off on a roommate spree here folks! i love it so much. I tweaked it a little bit because I'm just such a slut sap for first times 🥹

[ MESS ]  our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex,  but sender starts to finger receiver. 

warnings; female reader, afab!reader, roommates to lovers, smut 18+, fingering, masturbation, tit worship, thigh grinding, pet names

word count; 2.4K (did you say blurb?! god damn it I have a problem)

tagging some people; @roosterforme @mak-32 @lt-bradshaw @roleycoleyreccenter

"Bradley." you tried to keep your voice stern, shoulders squared, and eyes blazing with the power of every woman who had ever cleaned in her entire life. "We need to have a conversation."

"Alright, what's up, tiny?" Bradley looked up from the paper he was reading, the nickname he'd given you did nothing to alleviate the frustration you felt with your roommate. You weren't tiny, you were actually on the taller spectrum of it all, according to you. But not to chicken man.

"Have you--" you had to cut yourself off, taking a deep breath to make sure you didn't accidentally hurt any feelings here. "Has anyone ever taught you how to properly clean a bathroom? Because I distinctly remember that we said yesterday that I would take the kitchen, and you would take the bathroom." Bradley had skirted that particular chore one too many times.

"I don't follow," Bradley furrowed his brows and put his paper down beside him.

"There's still your tiny facial hair remnants in the sink! And don't get me started on the shower! Did you even scrub the shower walls?" Bradley blinked at you. There truly was nothing behind those big brown eyes, huh? Just sawdust and jet fuel.

"Tell me who to contact to file a complaint about your lack of cleaning knowledge." you put your hand on one hip, unfortunately taking the well known stance of a woman scorned.

Bradley licked his lips before looking down at his lap. You thought you knew what might come next. As he looked up, there was a perfect iteration of a hurt expression on his face, those same brown eyes now misty and puppy-like.

"My mom--"

"Oh, for fuck's sake Bradshaw, you already pulled that card this week. Ain't no excuses for being in your mid thirties and not knowing how to clean your own damn bathroom!" try to get out of that one huh, feminist king. See how you'll chicken your way out of that.

You figured Bradley might take offense, or at least start arguing with you. He'd been well known for his short fuse. To your great surprise, those big eyes that had just been misty widened initially in shock at your brusque statement, before his head tipped back and a roaring laughter eased from his throat.

"Oh god, tiny - you're just perfect, aren't you? You're right. I should know better," he now moved to stand, mirth playing in his eyes as he took a few steps forward until he - to your great annoyance - towered over you.

"I know this is not supposed to be your job then," he murmured softly, using his hand to make your stubborn gaze meet his "but would you be so kind as to show me your preference in making our bathroom squeaky clean then, doll?" he was smirking now.

God damn naval aviator knew he was hot. It irked you that you could not say that he didn't affect you. His little pet names, his stupid broad shoulders, his ridiculous sun kissed skin, the way he always smelled so good the way he--

"C'mon tiny, we got a tight schedule now!" Bradley called you out of your dazed state, and you huffed as you followed him towards your spacious shared bathroom.

"Alright, sweets, talk to me." He talked as if you were his god damn backseater, trying to blow up the enemy toilet. "What's the first step?"

Rolling your eyes, you started to peel off your socks and shorts. "Tiny!" Bradley's eyes went wide before he averted his gaze promptly.

"Oh, c'mon, Bradshaw, don't tell me you're in your mid thirties and have yet to see a woman in underwear," you smirked "I'm gonna walk you through a deep cleaning. Don't want to ruin my clothes. Tends to get a little wet,"

If Rooster's lips wobbled at your use of the word 'wet', you chose to ignore his childish quirk.

"But if you want to ruin your Grateful Dead shirt by getting cleaning shit on it, fine by me," you shrugged before ridding yourself of your top, leaving you in a matching black panty and bra set. They were plain, nothing sexy about them at all.

Swiftly pulling out the cleaning supplies, you started ordering your roommate around the bathroom as the two of you started to hose down the room. You hadn't made it far in your mission to scrub the sink before you felt a spray of water against your back.

Turning around, you were met by a mischievous looking Bradley, the shower head pointed straight at you. If looks could kill, you're sure Bradley would have a paper cut by now. Maybe a bruise.

"Rooster!" you tried sounding stern, but it came out more as a tired whine. "Hey, I'm sorry, Tiny - c'mere!" Bradley must've sensed you were starting to get fed up, because he opened his arms to you. Stupid naked, muscly chest looking inviting and warm as hell. You stepped into the shower, wrapping your arms around Bradley's waist as he maneouvered the shower head back into it's position on the wall.

It seemed like neither of you cared that the warm water was now washing over the both of you, your underwear becoming soaked. You'd always wondered what it would be like to shower with your roommate, but you never envisioned this scenario. In your scenario there were even less clothing, and much more moaning.

It wasn't always easy, breezy (but definitely beautiful) living with Bradley - in spite of the fact that he lacked competence in bathroom cleaning, he made up for it in every other aspect of householding and in his caring nature.

"This feels good, Tiny," Bradley murmured against the top of your head as he held you. "Told you it'd get wet," you mumbled against his skin, your lips currently smushed against his sternum. You could feel his chest rumbling as he chuckled, his large hands leaving their safe spot in your embrace. They started gently caressing your sides, before one hand again found it's place on your chin - tilting your head softly upwards.

Looking into Rooster's brown eyes, there was no twinkle of mischief left, nor confusion or mistyness - you weren't quite sure what this look was. As his other palm cradled your jaw and a portion of your neck, it dawned on you. Before you could name the emotion, Bradley's lips were upon yours in a wet kiss.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as if he was giving you the option to either engage or leave. A soft noise left your throat as you pushed up on your toes, wanting to feel more of him. The grip he had had on your chin eased, that hand moving to grip at your hip to keep your body steadily pressed against his.

"Wanted to feel you like this for fuckin' ever, Tiny," Bradley groaned as you took a gasping breath, his lips kissing down your throat. "Bradley--" you whined, eyes fluttering shut as his skilled hand rubbed at your ribs, slowly inching up towards the underside of your breasts.

"Is this okay, doll?" he breathed against your ear, his mustache tickling slightly against your earlobe.

"So okay, Rooster - oh god," you moaned softly as his thumb graced the swell of your breast, applying just enough pressure to send anticipatory waves of pleasure rolling through you.

"Please, I-- more," you whimpered, your hands tangling into Rooster's damp locks, tugging slightly - eliciting a rough groan from him. "More of what, doll? Tell me," his voice was husky against your throat as he switched sides, tongue soothing where his teeth nipped and his lips latched on to suck marks onto your soft skin.

"You-- Please!" his hand was still teasing the underside of your breasts, and you were squirming against his warm body, trying to make him fucking grab them already. You needed his hands on you.

"Words, sweetheart," he sounded pleased, a smile forming against your skin. Yanking his hair a little harsher, you licked your lips as the water cascaded down Rooster's well muscled upper body.

"I need your hands on my fucking tits, Bradley," you commanded, a certain bite to your tone that had a moan rolling off of Bradley's parted lips. Your words seemed to have triggered something in your roommate, because he promptly pressed you against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Not before his one hand had swiftly undone the clasp of your bra, flinging the wet garment to the floor.

"Such lovely fucking tits," Bradley groaned, eyes transfixed on your naked breasts as his large hands covered them, his fingers squeezing and kneading in unison. Letting your head fall back against the wall, you let out a long, relieved moan at the stimulation. Bradley whispered out a breathless 'Fuck' as his thumbs rolled over your nipples, taking in how well the soft flesh looked squeezed in his hands.

"Fuckin' dreamt of these tits for so fucking long," Bradley confessed, leaning down to let his warm tongue circle over the now pert nipples. "Wanted to hold them, lick them, suck them-" at the last word he let his lips enclose around your nipple to suck, making you cry out - the sound echoing over the sound of rushing water.

"Fuck them," Bradley growled as he put more pressure into his kneading movements. At this he looked into your eyes, pressing his body up against yours, his thigh slotted between your slightly parted legs.

"Bradley," you whimpered, not in a state of mind to say much else, and the fire it ignited within those brown eyes had you whining in pleasure again, his thigh pressing against your clothed core. "Wanted to make you mine for so fucking long," Rooster continued, letting his lips meet yours for a hard kiss.

"God, make me yours, Rooster," you whined, grinding down against his large thigh, needing the heat he'd started in you satiated.

"Fuck, Tiny!" he rutted his pelvis against your own thigh, and you could feel how hard he was against you.

"C'mon baby, tell me what you need," your roommate murmured before he once again leaned down to lick and suck at your breasts, relishing in finally getting to drown in their supple flesh.

Who knew Bradley was a tits man?

"Need your hands," they were everywhere and nowhere all at once, you needed them to bring you more pleasure.

"Need my hands, hm? D'you need them here, sweets - is that it?" his left palm had left it's perch on your breast, reaching between your bodies to cup against your soaked pussy. A soft mewl left your parted lips as you nodded fervently.

"Yes! Please, Bradley," you were practically begging for him now, but you found you didn't care.

"Sweet girl... fuck - I'll take care of you," Bradley's voice sounded a little wrecked as his fingers slid underneath the soaked cotton of your panties, his fingers rubbing against your core. Lifting your leg, you held it against Bradley's thigh to give him easier access, your hands gripping on to his shoulders as he let his cupped hand, two middle fingers, glide through your folds over and over again.

At the sensation of one of his fingers slipping into your welcoming heat, you let out a gasp - tightly followed by a moan. Fuck, even his fingers were big. Your hips started moving on their own accord, slowly swivelling against Bradley's hand. His other hand had begun pushing at his wet underwear, only managing to pull them to rest past his hips - successfully freeing his hard cock.

"You drive me crazy, Tiny - I've heard you touch yourself through the walls for so fucking long. Your little gasps and moans," he groaned, adding another finger to your hole, fucking them slowly in and out of you as the heel of his thumb dragged against your clit.

"You know why I call you Tiny, baby?" you shook your head, delirious with pleasure as you noticed Bradley had wrapped his other hand around his cock, pumping it slowly, the thick tip of him rubbing slightly against your abdomen.

"'Cause of your tiny fucking gorgeous moans as you try to keep quiet," Rooster moaned loudly as he pressed his cock harder into your skin for friction "Try to keep from moaning my name, huh?"

Nodding your head, you were properly grinding down onto Bradley's fingers now, fucking yourself against his palm as you bit your lip. "Yes, Bradley! I thought of you," you whined out, finally opening your eyes to look at him, soft moans and gaspy breaths rolling from your parted lips onto his as he pressed his forehead onto your.

"You gonna cum for me, Tiny? Gonna moan my name as you fuck yourself on my fingers?" brows pinched together, nodding against his forehead, small mewls and moans left you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his fingers meeting your bucking hips as they curved inside of you. The sound of him fisting his cock against your skin adding to the sensuality of it all.

"Bradley," his name was a drawn out moan "I'm gonna cum so hard on your fingers," you mewled out, pressing your tits against his hard chest. He didn't speed up his movements at your warning, but kept the pace and angle at the almost exact position of where they had been when you uttered the words.

"Cum for me." Bradley spoke against your lips "Look at me." he commanded, brown eyes meeting yours as you gasped, hips grinding hard against the palm of his hand before you let out a tiny moan of his name, euphoria washing over you as your body convulsed from the pleasure your roommate was giving you.

Bradley let out a soft curse, his fingers still fucking into you as he moaned your name, hips stuttering as he fucked his own hand too, his cum coating your hips and thighs as he shot his load over you. Slowly easing his two fingers out of you, you whimpered at the sensitivity, letting your arms wind around his neck as you buried your face in his skin.

"Bradley..." you voice was small, and his strong arms circled around your waist, hands resting on your ribs as he held you. "S'okay Tiny, I've got you," he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"I've got you," he repeated, softly caressing your skin.

"We're gonna have to clean this up..."

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thoughts because of your recent anon ask, Tora meeting said wet chihuahua that is called Obito in his timeline vs Tora meeting Madara in Team Ro time travel to the WS era idea

just a thought

I think that Tora meeting Obito is just like. It's on SIGHT actually. Like aside from the whole "this guy is an enemy of konoha and the Uchiha specifically who I now have an investment in like, not seeing dead" his personality as Tobi feels to me like someone who'd for sure get on Tora's nerves, especially considering Tobi often tries to deliberately get on the nerves of everyone around him.

Obito specifically I can see him hypothetically getting along with (with some luck) if he were to behave for like 5 seconds (physically impossible)

Tora is Kakashi's friend slash ANBU junior slash kind of brother slash kind of child he collected (and Tora collected him in turn) so I think he'd actually get INCREDIBLY mad about Obito for Kakashi's sake. Especially if he catches onto the stalking and stuff. Get the fuck away from kakashi!!!

Tora is suddenly tapping into that 'overprotective big brother' energy and directing it at a very confused Kakashi who, while he appreciates the sentiment, needs him to stop immediatley actually. Maybe it can be a minor conflict between them? Kakashi appreciates the sentiment but like, this is his own battle and Tora needs to respect that!

Tora thinks Obito is annoying and pathetic and that Kakashi can do SO much better and he wants to see him dead and buried.

Obito thinks Tora is annoying and annoying and ANNOYING and gets more mad about it with every plot he has that Tora inadvertently throws a wrench in. The final straw comes w Tora calling him out for his fucked up yandere ass puppy crush on Kakashi, which Obito is in very deep denial about and does not appreciate having pointed out!!!

Actually suddenly Tora has to die just for that.

Obito comes back to Akatsuki HQ suddenly way more motivated to kill Tora and Zetsu is asking him what got him so excited for it and he just narrows his eyes and goes "he knows too much." in a dangerous tone.

And Zetsu is like "!!!! Omg he knows our plans??" But no he just knows Obito is horny for Kakashi and Obito has to get rid of him before he fucking TELLS HIM

(It's ok even if he told Kakashi he wouldn't believe it)

Uhhhh story arc where they use Kakashi as a honey pot distraction for Obito and Kakashi doesn't think it'll work but it does and he wants to die about it

Hmmmm Tora and Madara huh

There's so many ways that could go actually I'm almost conflicted

If Tora meets him in canon as the normal story goes, it's hate on sight. The situation is perfect to dig up old feelings from a past life, but even without that he just hates the guy. He's an enemy. He's killed some of Tora's friends. He's tried to kill even more.

But team ro time travel plot Tora oooo

I think off the bat, he has similar views as Tenzo and Kakashi. Madara's betrayal was a thing that happened, but he's only ever learned about it through history books (unlike Itachi and Shisui who grew up on stories using him as an example of the worst of them) so he's largley neutral.

There's some odd twisting of his gut when he thinks about the man, some half remembered betrayal from another life, but it's buried with time as he grows up without reason to think about him. (Though in the canon future it'd return with a vengeance when "proven right" about him as an enemy)

They time travel to before Izuna's death so Madara is a lot more stable when they interact, though Tora still can't ever truly escape this lingering, twisting discomfort when he looks at him.

Despite being best friends with two Uchiha and regularly interacting with even more, Tora can never seem to bring himself to meet either Madara or Izuna's eyes.

He doesn't even know why himself.

Another interesting note ab Tora on team ro time travel is just the fucking dejavu thatd be beating him over the head the entire adventure. He's having a time!!! That's for sure!!! He can't take 4 fucking steps in any goddamn direction or conversation without feeling like there's something deeply wrong with him!

If there's a future where he realizes he's the reincarnation of tobirama it'd be well into his late teens, and since he's Itachi's age at the time of this adventure he'd be like 12/13. So he has NO idea that he was Tobirama in a past life and is deeply affected in a mostly negative way by the fucking past life car sickness effect

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Fifteen

Loki x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Off of Sakaar

Summary: (Y/N), Loki, and Thor make their way to leave Sakaar. Loki makes a decision to try to protect (Y/N).

            As Loki and (Y/N) worked on the security of the Grandmaster’s skyscraper, Thor kept an eye out for guards. He cleared his throat and leaned nonchalantly against the wall, glancing at Loki.

            “Hey, so, listen. We should talk,” he said.

            “Do I have to be here for it?” said (Y/N).

            “I disagree. Open communication has never been our family’s forte,” said Loki, stepping back as the doors opened.

            “You have no idea. Been quite the revelation since we last spoke,” said Thor.

            The three hefted their guns as the guards turned on them.

            “Hello,” said Thor.

            “Hi,” said Loki.

            “Heya,” said (Y/N).

            They opened fire and took down the guards.

            “Odin brought us together,” said Loki. “It’s almost poetic that his death should split us apart.”

            They walked through the hall, shooting down each of their enemies.

            “We might as well be strangers now,” said Loki, covering for (Y/N) as she worked on the next door. “Two sons of the crown, set adrift.”

            (Y/N) opened the door and backed up as a humanoid came through with a gun. Loki shot it and threw down the gun before it could hurt her.

            She nodded at him at him in thanks before criticizing him. “You know, for someone who didn’t want to talk, you sure are talking.”

            “Here’s the thing,” said Loki as the group stepped into the elevator. “I’m probably better off staying here on Sakaar.”

            (Y/N) looked at him in surprise and felt her heart clench. He didn’t want to come with her? Was she going to leave the man she loved behind?

            “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” said Thor.

            Loki frowned. “Did you just agree with me?”

            “Come on, this place is perfect for you,” said Thor. “It’s savage, chaotic, lawless. Brother, you’re gonna do great here.”

            “Do you truly think so little of me?” said Loki.

            “Loki, I thought the world of you,” said Thor.

            “And I still do,” said (Y/N). Loki’s gaze softened.

            “I thought we were gonna fight side-by-side forever,” said Thor. “But at the end of the day, you’re you, and I’m me. I don’t know, maybe there’s still good in you. But let’s be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago.”

            “It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again,” said Loki quietly.

            (Y/N)’s hand reached out and brushed Loki’s wrist. “Are you really staying? Are we leaving each other too?”

            Loki’s heart ached. “You can stay. You don’t have to run into danger on Asgard. You can stay here and help me properly rule the people of Sakaar.”

            “Loki…I can’t leave the Asgardians behind. You know that,” said (Y/N).

            “What a kind Queen,” said Loki, the words slipping from him.

            “…Queen?” said (Y/N), looking at him.

            “You ruled over them more than I did,” said Loki.

            “I guess I did. But you were there by my side.”

            Silence descended on the elevator after that pronouncement. Loki and (Y/N) had been like a king and queen, and neither was willing to say what that bond meant.

            So Thor, thankfully, broke the awkwardness. “…For old time’s sake, let’s do ‘Get Help.’ ”

            “Huh?” said (Y/N), broken out of her thoughts.

            “What?” Loki’s attention snapped from (Y/N) to Thor.

            “ ‘Get Help,’ ” repeated Thor.

            “No,” said Loki.

            “Come on, you love it,” said Thor.

            “I hate it,” said Loki.

            “It’s great,” said Thor brightly. “It works every time.”

            “It’s humiliating,” said Loki.

            “Do you have a better plan?” said Thor.

            “No,” said Loki.

            “We’re doing it,” decided Thor.

            “We are not doing ‘Get Help,’ ” said Loki firmly.

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            The elevator doors slid open, and Loki, looking bored out of his mind, lay across Thor’s shoulders.

            “Get help! Please!” cried Thor. The guards came around the corner and stared at them. “My brother, he’s dying! Get help! Help him!” He threw Loki onto the guards, knocking them down. Thor chuckled, and (Y/N) grinned and snickered. “Ah. Classic.”

            Loki groaned. “Still hate it. It’s humiliating.”

            “Not for me, it’s not,” said Thor jovially.

            (Y/N) smiled and held a hand to Loki. “You played the damsel in distress perfectly.”

            Loki rolled his eyes, but he had a fond smile and took (Y/N)’s hand nonetheless.

            “Now, what was the ship Valkyrie said we should get?” said Thor.

            Loki nodded to the orange ship. “The Commodore.”

            The group walked forward, and out of the corner of (Y/N)’s eye, she saw a flash of green.

            “Though I feel it won’t make much of a difference,” said Loki.

            Thor paused and sighed. “Oh, Loki.”

            “Loki…” said (Y/N), shoulders sagging.

            The illusion dissipated, and Thor and (Y/N) turned to see Loki beside the computer, ready to raise the alarm.

            “I know I’ve betrayed you many times before, Thor, but this time it’s truly nothing personal,” said Loki. “The reward for your capture will set me up nicely, and I can easily convince the Grandmaster that you were using (Y/N) get through the security, therefore restoring her into his good graces as well.”

            “Are you sure it isn’t personal, then?” said Thor.

            Loki’s gaze hardened. He was doing this for a reason. He had to keep (Y/N) from getting to Asgard and getting killed by Hela. Loki couldn’t sit by and let the woman he loved die. “I’m doing what’s necessary.”

            “So am I.” Thor held up a controller.

            Loki’s eyes widened, and the moment he found the disk pressed to his back, Thor pressed the button. It buzzed with electricity, and Loki fell to the ground. (Y/N)’s gaze fell sadly.

            “Oh, that looks painful,” said Thor, kneeling by Loki. “Oh, dear brother, you’re becoming predictable. I trust you; you betray me. Round and round in circles we go. See, Loki, life is about, it’s about growth. It’s about change. But you seem to just wanna stay the same. I guess what I’m trying to say…is that you’ll always be the God of Mischief, but you could be more.” He tossed the controller to the side. “I’ll just leave that over there for you.”

            (Y/N) sighed beside Loki. “Why? I thought you were with us.”

            “…Need you…safe,” muttered Loki painfully through electricity. “Couldn’t let you…go.” He had to keep her safe, keep her with him, keep her alive. It didn’t matter how many people he had to betray, he had to keep (Y/N), the woman he loved. He would let the whole world burn for her. “Don’t…go…you’ll be k…killed. My…Advisor…”

            “Loki,” (Y/N) frowned and looked at him mournfully, “I can’t leave the Asgardians on their own. I can’t live with that.” She brushed a hand over his temple. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be back for you.” She stood up and walked to Thor, casting a final look over her shoulder.

            Loki’s gaze remained firmly on her, green eyes pained as he strained to move.

            (Y/N) turned away and got onto the ship.

            Loki felt his heart turn to ice and shatter as the knowledge that she was walking to the Goddess of Death’s clutches.

            “(Y/N)…!”

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            (Y/N) fired The Commodore up, and it flew out into the sky of Sakaar. The alarms were already blaring, and people were piling into ships to go after them. It was time to get rid of their tail and get out of Sakaar for good. Luckily, as someone started shooting at Thor and (Y/N), Valkyrie, with Bruce with her, soared down in her own ship and destroyed their attacker first.

            “Open the doors,” said Valkyrie over the radios.

            “Got it,” said (Y/N), focusing on the task at hand even as Loki’s pained gaze haunted her mind.

            Valkyrie flew beneath The Commodore and ejected Bruce into the ship. Bruce yelped as he landed, scrambling to grab ahold of the slick, minimalist ship. Thor laughed and helped him up, but they were interrupted as another attacker appeared behind them and fired. It was the Grandmaster’s right-hand woman, Topaz.

            “Shouldn’t we be shooting back or something?” said Bruce as he strapped into a seat.

            “Yes, we should,” said Thor. He leaned over (Y/N). “Does this ship have guns?”

            “No, it’s a leisure vessel.” (Y/N) made a face. “The Grandmaster has orgies and stuff in it. Don’t touch literally anything.

            “…He uses it for orgies?” said Bruce, aghast.

            “He’s a strange man,” said (Y/N). “Don’t think too much about it, it grosses me out enough.” She swerved the ship to the side as Topaz fired at The Commodore and Valkyrie’s ship.

            Valkyrie was hit, and one of her engines went down. She grabbed her sword, climbed on top of her ship, and jumped from it as it exploded. She landed on top of The Commodore, and Thor, Bruce, and (Y/N) cheered. No sooner as Topaz flew off to circle around then three other ships leveled out behind them and opened fire.

            “Get inside!” said (Y/N).

            “In a minute!” called Valkyrie through the glass. She ran across the top of the ship and jumped onto another. She landed lightly and sliced through it, taking it down.

            “I should go and help,” said Thor, going to the open doors and jumping down onto another ship to work on taking out their pursuers.

            (Y/N) considered barely a moment. “There’s a third. I should handle it. Bruce, take the wheel.” She stood up and pushed him into the seat.

            “What?! I don’t know how to fly one of these things!” exclaimed Bruce.

            “It’s like an arcade game. I could do it at ten,” said (Y/N), waving a hand and opening a portal. “Have fun!”

            “Wait!”

            (Y/N) ignored Bruce and stepped through the portal, arriving in the small hold of the third ship. The pilot and his sidekick stared in surprise, and (Y/N) smirked.

            “Hi~” She waved playfully before flipping out a dagger and lunging at them.

            She knocked the sidekick back against the wall and kicked back at the pilot. He hit the steering wheel, and the ship spun wildly. The inhabitants tumbled around, and (Y/N) took advantage of the spinning to launch and slice through the pilot and stab through the sidekick. The ship went flying downwards, but while it spiraled, (Y/N) pushed through another portal and rolled onto another ship. This one was even simpler, just a single pilot (Y/N) snuck up behind and handled. Through the window she could see Valkyrie and Thor finishing up their several ships, and fireworks erupted from The Commodore, obscuring Topaz’s visuals and sending her careening into a pillar.

            (Y/N) jumped through a portal before the ship she was on crashed and landed on The Commodore at the same time Valkyrie and Thor jumped back up. The doors closed, and Bruce looked incredibly thankful that they were back and he wasn’t handling the ship on his own.

            “Guys, we’re coming up on the Devil’s Anus,” said Bruce.

            “Great,” said Valkyrie, taking over steering. “Let’s go.”

            She pushed The Commodore into the wormhole, and they crashed into the red mass. Debris hit the ship, banging off the hall. It was rough flying, but they forged forward as Valkyrie flew past debris and avoided tough collisions. The light around them turned blinding white with steaks of rainbow as the pressure of the wormhole pressed in on all sides. The group squeezed their eyes shut and strained to remain upright in their seats until finally—nothing.

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            (Y/N)’s eyes opened to find The Commodore flying up the waterfalls of Asgard and cresting the top of the water. Valkyrie was quick to take charge and steered slowly towards the city to avoid notice.

            (Y/N)’s heart dropped. Fires burned at random intervals across the buildings. Several buildings were clearly abandoned by evacuees. My people…

            “I never thought I’d be back here,” said Valkyrie.

            “I thought it’d be a lot nicer,” admitted Bruce. “I mean, not that it’s not nice. It’s just, it’s on fire.”

            “Hela is destroying the people’s homes,” said (Y/N) bitingly.

            “Here,” said Valkyrie, pointing to a holographic map. “Heat signatures. People clustered together.”

            “Evacuees,” said (Y/N). “And if the people are there, Hela will be following.”

            Valkyrie nodded. “The scanners just picked her up.”

            “Okay,” said Thor, growing serious. “Drop me off at the palace, and I’ll draw her away.”

            “And get yourself killed?” scoffed Valkyrie.

            “The people are what matters,” said (Y/N).

            Thor nodded. “While I face Hela, I need you three to help get everyone off Asgard.”

            “How the hell are we supposed to do that?” asked Bruce.

            “I have a man on the ground,” said Thor. “Land and I’ll get you guns.”

            Valkyrie wasn’t going to argue with that, and she swerved the ship to land on the outskirts of Asgard. Thor was quick to pull a gun from a watchtower and toss it into The Commodore.

            “There. Now the ship has a gun,” said Thor.

            “I’ll take it from here,” said Valkyrie.

            “I found this in the armory,” said Thor, holding up a familiar uniform. It was the outfit of a Valkyrie. “Good luck.” He turned to (Y/N). “(Y/N), the people will follow you. You helped rule them long enough; they’ll trust you to help them and watch over them.”

            “Thank you, Thor,” said (Y/N). “I’ll keep them safe.” She smiled. “And don’t die.”

            Thor smiled. “You can’t die, either. I don’t think Loki would cope.”

            (Y/N) blinked, and Thor turned away as The Commodore rose into the air again. It was time to face Hela.

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Hiiiiiiiii

Idk if you’re comfortable with hurt/comfort, but if you are I got a request for you! Lol

Basically, the idea is headcanons (or writing) of Jafar with an S/O that suffered SEVERE narcissistic abuse, and him quickly dealing just how much damage behaviors like his can cause. Like, he has to calm them down from a ptsd flashback, and they end up saying something about the “mind games” they were always playing, and how they were always on eggshells, and he’s basically over here like “ohhhh fuk…I do that kind of thing to people…”

Ooh some hurt comfort?? Coming right up 👀

I'm by no means an expert on this topic, so I'll stick with headcannons for now, but if you like 'em I'm more than open to writing a full imagine in future!!

Cracks my knuckles

Jafar with an abused S/O~!

Given the way he speaks, I wouldn't be surprised if it was something he said that triggered the unfortunate episode

A nasty, condescending comment about a hobby of yours, a hissing remark correcting your behaviour, or even deliberately misconstruing something you've said -- Incredibly self-serving, of course, but he's a master manipulator, and can very easily play the victim in even the tiniest arguments

Nothing could prepare him, however, for the sudden fit of anxiety and terror his words would induce

He is WOEFULLY uneducated on such things, and would regrettably have absolutely zero clue how to approach the situation -- He'd more than likely just freeze, simply staring down at you as you crumble

Once he's snapped out of his stupor, his first instinct would be to remove himself from the situation

He's clearly upset you, and he'd rather die than debase himself by admitting to his own wrongs. What a PATHETIC move that would be, huh?? (/sar)

Perhaps not the greatest instinct, but he'd give you time to cool off, to return to yourself, before slinking back in to discuss what caused your 'hysteria' (🙄🙄)

Likely with some warm tea to show in the smallest sense that he does actually CARE about you. It's not much, but it might be enough to get you talking

He would have fully intended to make a half-assed attempt at listening, followed by an empty promise to 'do better' and some kisses to top it off, but, in true Jafar fashion, his interest is piqued when you start describing the shit that he is oh so good at

The insufferable superiority complex, the 'do-no-wrong' mentality, the near constant mind games, manipulation and victimisation -- every single experience you describe he resonates with far too much

He hasn't had much experience with guilt, but you're his beloved. He cares about you. The sickly feeling creeps, resting heavier and heavier on his shoulders the more you manage to tell him

Truly an 'ohhhh fuck... I do that shit' moment if there ever was one

It's become second nature to him, almost a survival tactic -- not any excuse for his behaviour, of course, but he rarely gives a second thought to how awful the effects can be

He hates that it was you who had to tell him. He's supposed to be your biggest supporter, not your worst enemy

His illusion of perfection is shattered -- You aren't lucky to be with him, HE'S lucky you've put up with his disposition for as long as you have. He feels terrible.

All at once, you're wrapped up in a hug. Physical touch isn't his forte, but when you're as bad at apologies as he is, sometimes you have to compromise

This may be the first time you've ever heard a genuine 'sorry' from him

He will make an effort. Not to better himself as a whole, hell no, but to be better for you. The last thing he'd want to do is hurt you the way you've been hurt before. That'd be the WORST thing for his overinflated ego.

He's trying <3

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Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 9

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Yoichi: Come, come, shall we get the party started?

Yoichi-san swiftly filled everyone’s cups with alcohol.

I was unsure of how to conduct myself in that situation, and Yoshitsune-sama peered into my face.

Yoshitsune: Yuno, don’t hesitate to sit here.

Yoshitsune: If it’s bothering you, consider this an apology for the false accusations made against you earlier today.

Yuno: I-in that case…

Yuno: Understood! Thank you very much.

(Although…)

I tried taking a bite out of the food, but I was honestly too anxious to truly enjoy it.

Yuno: … Hm?

I suddenly felt someone staring at me, and I lifted my head and made eye contact with Kurama.

Kurama: ...

Kurama was staring intensely at me with a frown on his face, seemingly disappointed.

Kurama: No matter how I see it, I don’t see anything special about you.

Kurama: Why did Tamamo pick such a boring woman to make a pact with?

Yuno: You say that, but…

Kurama: I find it hard to believe he would be interested in someone like you with no charm. What did you do to Tamamo?

(No charm… I don’t deny that point, but that’s so rude!)

Yuno: I didn’t do anything much to him… all I did was try and protect him because he was hurt.

Kurama: Tamamo made a pact with you just because of that?

(Ugh…)

The sharp look in his narrowed eyes made me flinch.

As I hesitated to say something in response to him, Yoshitsune-sama came to my rescue.

Yoshitsune: Enough from you, Kurama. Yuno already has her fair share of troubles.

(Yoshitsune-sama…!)

Kurama: Are you defending this woman? This is very unlike you, Yoshitsune.

Kurama casually sipped on his alcohol.

Yoichi-san, who had been watching the situation unfold from the sidelines, shrugged his shoulders.

Yoichi: We don't often get to have a feast, so let’s all get along well.

Yoichi: So, Yuno, you’re not allowed to use honorifics with me starting from right now.

Yuno: Huh?

Yoichi: I don’t really like being too formal.

Yoichi: You’ll always feel tense if you keep using honorifics, right?

Yoichi: Especially when you’re currently in enemy territory and it’s making you nervous, all the more you should try to relax a little sometimes.

Yoshitsune: I agree. Your mind and body won’t be able to handle the stress if you don’t occasionally let your guard down.

Yoichi: That’s our General. You understand what I mean.

(They have a point… I guess.)

Strangely, I kind of agreed with what they were saying.

Yuno: Thanks, Yoichi-san.

Yoichi: No problem. You don’t mind, right, Kurama?

(Wait, Kurama too!?)

I had become wary of Kurama because of our exchange earlier on.

(I don’t think I speak casually with him after what just happened…)

Kurama: The way you talk to me doesn’t matter, it’ll all sound nothing more than a mere animal making annoying noises.

Kurama: I’m not interested in anything you say.

Yuno: Uhhh, I’d appreciate it if you would at least distinguish between me and an animal…

I assessed his behaviour and cautiously addressed him.

Yuno: Um, Kurama-san…

Kurama: Drop the “san”.

(Not even “san” is acceptable…)

Yuno: O-okay. … Kurama.

Kurama: Don’t get the wrong idea. This isn’t permission for you to cosy up to me.

Kurama: You’re merely—

Yuno: It doesn't bother you that I'm informal with you… despite obviously being of unequal status?

Kurama: Correct. You're surprisingly bright for an animal.

Kurama: But I still refuse to acknowledge your pact with Tamamo.

(He’s as stubborn as a mull…)

I felt like I got to know Kurama’s personality a little bit better through this conversation.

(It’s going to be difficult to get close to him, though.)

Finally feeling more at ease, I took a sip of the alcohol.

My facial expression naturally brightened up at the subtle sour taste and smooth texture.

(Wow, this is really easy on the throat…!)

Yuno: This alcohol is delicious… the cup looks beautiful too.

Yoshitsune: Yoichi made that cup.

Yuno: Yoichi-san did!?

Yoichi: Yeah. The one Yoshitsune-sama is using was made by me too.

Yuno: Really? You’re very skillful, Yoichi-san.

I held up the cup to take a closer look.

It was crafted so carefully that it made the ones sold in the market look inferior.

Yuno: Maybe the alcohol tastes better because I’m drinking it from such a beautiful cup.

I muttered thoughtfully as I took another sip.

Kurama: The taste has nothing to do with the cup.

Yoichi: You’re awful at being sentimental. Fine by me, though.

(It’s alright…)

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol and Yoichi-san's laid back attitude, I felt the tension in my shoulders melt away.

(Although I’m only a pawn… I guess there's nothing wrong with enjoying this moment while it lasts.)

I started having such thoughts due to the guilt of being a hostage.

Yuno: These snacks taste great too.

Yoichi: Hmm, they do, but… nothing beats the ones Benkei makes.

Yuno: Is Benkei-san skilled at cooking?

(That's surprising, seeing as he looks like a typical warrior…)

Yoshitsune: Yeah, I often see him in the kitchen.

Yoichi: How about saying that his cooking is delicious?

Yoichi: He might cry tears of joy if he finds out that you enjoy his cooking, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: I know that Benkei’s cooking is delicious. But it’ll become a problem if he doubles the portion the moment I praise it.

Yoichi: Ah… he's like an old granny from the countryside.

(Benkei-san…)

The impression of Benkei-san that I had in my mind crumbled.

Yuno: Um… what kind of person is Benkei-san?

Yoichi: What kind of people, hmm… he’s surprisingly an overly caring person. He’s always nagging at Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: … Yeah.

(That’s way too different from what I expected!)

(I’ve always thought that he seemed overprotective of Yoshitsune-sama, and my impression turned out to be correct…)

(That’s interesting, but I’d better not pry.)

Yoichi: Hey, Yuno. The way you’re fidgeting makes it so obvious that you’re curious.

(Oh no! My body language gave it away…)

Yoshitsune: I mean… there’s more.

Yoichi: Anyway, back to the topic. Apart from being excessively caring, Benkei also tends to be very stubborn.

Yoichi: Even now while he’s being a hostage in Kamakura, he’s probably sitting in a room and meditating.

Kurama: I can easily imagine him doing that.

Kurama finished his drink and wasted no time in reaching out for another bottle.

Kurama: I’m still not satisfied. Join me, Yoichi.

Yoichi: Oh, you want a drinking competition? Bring it on.

Yoichi: Yoshitsune-sama and Yuno will be the judges.

Yuno: T-this sudden?

Yoshitsune: This is a regular occurrence.

Yoichi-san pulled the bottle over and filled the cups of alcohol, and the two started drinking at the same time.

Yoshitsune: Don’t mind them. You can take your time to drink.

Yuno: Oh, alright! Are you sitting out of it, Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoshitsune: Trying to keep up with them will only cause trouble.

(You’re right. Look at how incredibly fast they’re emptying their cups…!)

Yoshitsune: Are you good at holding your alcohol?

Yuno: I wouldn't say I’m especially good, but I don't hate it.

Yuno: I enjoy participating in gatherings with alcohol. Even though I’m not much of a drinker, I always find it fun to just be there.

Yoshitsune: I agree. It’s always nice to have a feast with your close companions.

(Ah…)

Yoshitsune-san has a warmth in his eyes whenever he looks at Yoichi-san and Kurama.

Memories of my encounter with him on the battlefield resurfaced in my mind.

= Flashback Start =

Yoshitsune: Thank you for treating him.

Yoshitsune: The lives of my men are as important to me as my own, you just saved one of them.

= Flashback End =

(To Yoshitsune-sama… Yoichi-san and Kurama are his close companions whom he cherishes.)

Yoichi: Ahh… I really miss Benkei’s snacks.

Kurama: Apart from that, I don’t get to play with a naginata being swung at me at full force when Benkei isn’t here.

(They’re talking about Benkei-san again. The members of the Rebel Army seem to have a close relationship.)

(Just like Yoshitsune-sama, everyone else also cherishes one another.)

Watching their interactions made me feel a pain in my chest.

(... The members of the Shogunate were like this too.)

Both forces were the same when in came to the friendly interactions amongst their members.

Not long after my period as a hostage ends, the war between the Shogunate and Rebel Army will begin.

My chest tightened at the thought of that day approaching.

Yoshitsune: What’s wrong? You stopped drinking.

(Oh…)

Yoshitsune-sama stared at my empty cup.

Yuno: I was just thinking a little about some things.

Yoshitsune: Thinking?

Yuno: Yes…

Yoshitsune: … I see.

I remained silent, and Yoshitsune-sama didn't ask any further questions.

(Maybe he knows that I was thinking about the Shogunate…)

Yoshitsune: I think I’ll have a couple more drinks. How about you?

Yuno: Oh, then I'll have another cup as well.

(... I want to talk to Yoshitsune-sama for a little more.)

I thought that, along with the alcohol, I could swallow the things I couldn't say.

Yoshitsune: I’ll pour you a cup.

(Yoshitsune-sama!?)

Yuno: P-please wait.

I hurriedly stopped Yoshitsune-sama who had the bottle in his hands.

Yoshitsune: …? What is it?

Yuno: That won't do! I should be the one pouring drinks…

Yoshitsune: I mentioned at the start that there’s no need for you to be modest.

He placed a cup in my hand, and a sudden warmth rippled through my body when our fingertips touched.

Yuno: T-thank you…

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

He filled my cup with steady hands.

Yuno: … I’ll pour you a cup next.

Yoshitsune: I humbly accept.

(What’s with me? I’m getting a little nervous. But this is a different kind of nervousness from the one I felt when I was suddenly brought to this party…)

This time, I picked up the bottle and filled Yoshitsune-sama’s cup.

Our eyes met as we slowly brought our cups to our lips…

Yuno: … Delicious.

(It strangely tastes better than before…)

Yoshitsune: Indeed, it’s delicious.

(Why did I get the thought that it’d be nice if Yoshitsune-sama thinks the same way?)

(Why am I thinking of such things?)

Yoshitsune: It’s strange. When I’m with you…

Yuno: Huh…?

Just as Yoshitsune-sama was about to say something…

???: Excuse me.

The hall’s doors were slid open discreetly.

A man stood in wait outside the hall.

(From his appearance, he looks like a servant.)

Yoichi: What’s the matter?

Man: My apologies for interrupting. I have an urgent message for Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoichi: Ahh… then allow me to verify it first.

Yoshitsune-sama stopped Yoichi-san, who was about to stand up.

Yoshitsune: It’s fine.

Yoichi: …

Yoichi-san frowned, but didn’t say anything in response.

(What…)

Yoshitsune-sama diverted his attention onto the man. His warm gaze from just a moment ago became more calm.

Yoshitsune: … Over here.

Man: Yes, My Lord.

The man entered the hall and approached Yoshitsune-sama, and then—

Man: Minamoto no Yoshitsune! Prepare to die—

(KYAA..!?)

He pulled out a short sword and lunged at Yoshitsune-sama.

(N-No way…)

— In an instant, Yoshitsune-sama’s cold gaze fixed onto the man.

(Why…)

When I noticed that there wasn't a hint of fear in those eyes, a chill ran down my spine.

Yoshitsune: Too slow.

Yoshitsune-sama calmly got on one knee to stand from his seat, and he drew his sword at the same time.

Man: Wha…!?

Yoshitsune-sama deflects the man’s short sword and points his sword at his throat.

Yoshitsune: So you’re the culprit.

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Bullying the Wizard

Karlach tells Gale he's being an idiot.

Direct sequel to this.

--

“It’s amazing how much of a perfect arsehole you’re being about all of this,” said Karlach.

She’d dropped beside him and draped an arm over his shoulders. In any other context this might have felt like a threat, but since stabilizing her engine, their wildheart friend had been touching anything and anyone who gave her half a chance. Usually with a giddy and contagious giggle. Even Astarion had deigned to allow her to vigorously shake his hand — after ducking an enthusiastic and ill thought out hug first.

“Elaboration would be most welcome,” he said, eyeing the arm about his shoulders. “Considering I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”

The tiefling leaned into him, nearly sending him off the log and into the dirt. He had to drop his book and hold on to avoid it. “Karlach!”

She grinned at his aggrieved tone, but did indeed lay off on the leaning. Her grin quickly morphed into a more serious expression — but being who she was there was still a hint of cheer in her face. He had no idea how she did it. He’d never taken his impending doom with as much aplomb.

“You’re looking at me the way the proprietor of the Yawning Portal looks at a set of green adventurers who want to see the pit. Should I be worried?”

“Maybe. Don’t know yet.” Karlach removed her arm so she could cross them. “You were left in camp this morning. Bit unusual, that.”

Blood was rushing in his ears. “Well, who am I to question the decisions of the leader of our merry band of miscreants? It seems she found Astarion more needful.”

“Uh-huh,” said Karlach. “Listen, everyone’s noticed the two of you are on the outs. You ought to try actually, you know, talking? Like adults?”

“I assure you there’s quite nothing to talk about,” he said, busying himself with retrieving his book and dusting it off. “Tensions are bound to run high given our current locale. And considering the manner of enemy we’ve found ourselves facing off with, I can understand why one might prefer someone better at sneaking about to a purveyor of the arcane seeing as – personal connections aside – I have very little to do with the divine.”

“The cracking of your joints is a bit of a give away.”

“Jest if you must, but I distinctly remember your heart serving as a glowing orange target when we tried to free that woman from the hag’s lair.”

“Oh, ouch!” She clapped a hand to her chest dramatically. “Someone is feeling prickly tonight.”

“I give as good as I get,” he said. “Now if you’ll excuse me –”

“Oh no you don’t, soldier –” and there was her tail blocking him in. “I’m not done.”

Annoyance was beginning to temper his mortification. He settled back on the log with a put upon sigh. “Truly, I don’t see how it’s your business, Karlach.”

“The two of you are some of the best friends I’ve got,” she said, leaning in. “And neither one of you knows the bell end of a bugbear when it comes to talking about things. Temperance’s lips oughta have buttons sewn on. And you’re so set on burying yourself while you’re still breathing you’ve stopped seeing anything other than a bloody tombstone!”

Gale stared at her.

“I’m not just gonna sit by and watch the two of you avoid each other until we’re all six feet down, yeah? Seeing as you’re so set on taking all of us with you for the sake of –” and here Karlach visibly restrained herself from saying… something. He had the sense it was unflattering. “-- For the sake of a goddess who doesn’t give a rat’s left hand for you.”

“What Mystra asks of me is not something she does lightly –”

“How d’you know?” Karlach interrupted. “I didn’t see any gods traipsing about camp, just that grandpa who ate all the cheese wheels we’ve found since we crash landed. Second hand knowledge, mate.”

“Elminster would hardly lie to spare my feelings on the matter,” Gale bit out. “And Mystra is not some – some tyrannical wicked goddess. She is the mother of all magic! All that is beautiful in the fabric of the world! If she says the only solution to this Absolute lay in my sacrifice – well who am I to question? Something that has historically gone very poorly indeed, I might add.”

“Okay, fine, set that aside or whatever. If you’re living on borrowed time why are you wasting all of it?”

“I hardly think there’s so much time as all that left to me, Karlach –”

“Left to us,” she pointed out.

A little chill slid down his spine. How easily she took their impending demise at his hand. It had to be worth it. If it eliminated the Absolute… it had to be.

“Given the half chance, I would endeavor to do all I could to see as many people as possible are clear of the blast before I… go to meet my goddess. She would not… she would not ask for so much death without cause.”

Karlach frowned at him. “Sounds like she’s as much of a bitch as Zariel. She never asked for things lightly either. ‘Cept for when she did.”

Gale swallowed, but did not rise to the bait. His own death was easily accepted, terrifying a concept as it might be. It was all he deserved. But the thought of so many others… of his… his friends… that clawed at him as surely as the orb had. At least Elminster was well clear of them by now. And Tara and his mother were safely in Waterdeep. Though that was a hollow comfort. So too the knowledge that nearly everyone in camp was living on borrowed time anyway.

There was a burning pain under his ribs. Radiating up into his neck and spiraling around his skull. He set his hand over the place where his folly slept, grimacing. Stable, yes. But the pain lingered, and bit at him.

You deserve no less, Gale. Grin and bear it.

“What are you asking of me Karlach?”

The tiefling huffed, but when he looked at her he saw concern creasing her brows. “Tell her how you feel. Obviously!”

“And what would that accomplish?” he said. Perfectly rational. “I would not put the onus of my feelings on her for the sake of my comfort.”

“Gods, you’re thick! ‘Onus’ what does that even mean – no, don't answer.” She blew out a rough, frustrated sigh. “Tell her. Seriously! You have to know she feels the same way, right?”

“Not after all I’ve done to put her off. Even the deepest well of patience will eventually run dry and I can only imagine I have reached its not insignificant depths. It’s too late –”

“Bollocks,” Karlach insisted. “If I had someone I sure as the hells wouldn’t be waiting to kick it before I kissed them. But then I’ve been real short on kisses since I was dragged into Avernus by the one horn. C’mon, where’s the cocky mage who told me to my face he could be smooth enough for two?”

“Several weeks and morbid missives behind us,” he said sharply.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Look – just – say something, Gale! Don’t let all this end with the two of you avoiding each other. If I can’t be happy, at least my friends should be, damn it!”

Her voice cracked there at the end. A dagger to his heart. Karlach might have been the best of all of them. And hearing even that little crack in her cheer…

“I shall try,” he said softly. Hand going once more to his chest, clutching at the fabric there. The razor edge of pain had dulled to a red throb. Easier to ignore. “It’s – the very least of what I owe to my friends. To you.”

Karlach smiled at him. “Damn right it is. Now. What’s for dinner? I’m starved.”

Gale couldn’t help laughing at the abrupt change in subject. “I’m afraid the vittles leave much to be desired in a place as blighted as this – however, my skills are more than up to the challenge. Tell me! What do you crave?”

“Well…”

Karlach followed him as he got started on the nightly meal – and only tried to help a little before raising both hands in surrender to his unquestionable prowess. A hard little knot in his throat refused to loosen itself – but the warmth of the fire and his second favorite tiefling soothed.

The question now though – how to approach Temperance?

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Ougonten - Account of the Dragon's Ascension 5

Writer: Kanata Haruka

Season: Winter

(Location: Starmony Dorm Common Area)

(A few days later)

Mika: Ngah~…… I wonder why this happened.

Mitsuru: Mika-ni~chan, cheer up! Keep it together!

Mika: Mitsuru-kun, sorry. I understand I gotta keep it together but……

But I never thought somethin’ like this would happen if I left things to Ran-senpai.

Nagisa: …… I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it either. My apologies, the result was unexpected, but a little funny.

Mika: Funny, huh…… I’m seriously worried about this~! I knew it, I shouldn’t have left it to Ran-senpai!

Mitsuru: But you also agreed with Nagisa-senpai’s strategy, right?

Mika: Uuu…… I thought it was a good idea when I heard it.

Nagisa: …… In the SNS trend of Mika-kun being a god, I introduced a new development in which I would appear as a new god.

…… The strategy was to transfer the popular trend from Mika-kun to me in the process.

…… With God Mode, I would be comfortable appearing in a context that treats me as a god.

Mitsuru: Actually, everyone was really excited to see Nagisa-senpai’s appearance!

Didn’t Nagisa-senpai write that first post on SNS and make it popular?

Nagisa: …… I used my screen name and account to prevent people from identifying me.

…… I will use that account to defeat the god Mika-kun and prepare the process for me to take his place as the new god.

…… After that, I was planning to start weaving a new story in which my fans would all treat me as a god, just the same as when Mika-kun became a god.

Mika: But the result is that the number of gods has increased to two~. Why is it that Ran-senpai and I are supposed to rule the world as friends?

If I were to rule the world, I’d be better off doing it together with Oshi-san!

Mitsuru: I’m glad that Nagisa-senpai and Mika-ni~chan have become friends!

Nagisa: …… I was surprised to find out that the people who consider Mika-kun a god were stronger than anticipated.

Mika: If anythin’, I feel like they’re more riled up than before……

Nagisa: …… An enemy presence is essential as an element to liven up a story. Apparently I was perfect for the casting.

…… Right now Mika-kun and I are happily ruling the world together, but the lead up was truly a battle between gods.

…… Fufu. It was interesting to see someone come up with ideas that I would never have thought of myself.

…… In particular, I would like to praise the author who turned Mika-kun into “Ougonten” and scatter gold coins, causing me to drown in a sea of golden coins.

…… It’s fairly amusing if you interpret it as Mika-kun hitting me on the cheek with a wad of bills……♪

Mika: I still don’t understand Ran-senpai very well. Why are ya findin’ this interestin’?

Nagisa: …… Is it not interesting? It was truly a passionate moment when I activated God Mode and split the sea of gold coins, wasn’t it?

Mika: No, I don’t care about that. The problem is that nothin’s solved in the end.

Nagisa: …… I’m sorry about that. Certainly, I was unable to dethrone Mika-kun from godhood.

…… If you think about it, this novel was started by Mika-kun’s fans. A story where Mika-kun loses is unforgivable.

Mitsuru: But Mika-ni~chan and Nagisa-senpai’s fans all get along and enjoy the story.

Nagisa: …… Indeed. That was the most unexpected thing. It’s not that our fans fight, but that they influence each other and become good friends.

…… In that sense, I don’t think my nosiness this time was all that bad.

Mika: Well, that’s true, but……

Nagisa: …… In the end, this was just a temporary trend. If you wait, it’ll fade away someday.

…… Doing various things poorly to try and fix it might just be more likely to generate opportunities to create even more attention for it, like in this instance.

…… I believe the best solution is to quietly watch without overreacting.

Mika: I guess I should just wait until everyone gets bored and not do anythin’ unnecessary……

Hmmm. If that’s the case then that’s fine…… Haaah

Mitsuru: Mika-ni~chan, are you okay? That was a big sigh wasn’t it?

Mika: Ahh, yeah. I’m fine, Mitsuru-kun. Thank ya lots for yer concern.

…… The fact that all my fans are writing novels with me as the main character, and that they’re excited about it…

If they’re happy, they’re happy. I think they’re doing that because they like me.

But I’m still inexperienced. It’s really uncomfortable to be treated like a god.

I’m not that big a deal. It’s like my name is taking on a life of its own……

Mitsuru: Mika-ni~chan……

I can kinda understand how Mika-ni~chan feels.

I’ve always played cool roles, so I’ve always seen myself as a cool person.

So I thought maybe that’s what people wanted from me……

It’s like they don’t see the real me and I feel lonely.

Mika: I feel like saying I’m lonely is a little different but…… That’s right, isn’t it.

Mitsuru-kun, you still keep getting cool roles don’t you? Don’t you think it’s tough?

Mitsuru: Yep! But it’s fun to play cool roles!

Mika-ni~chan would also be happy to have a story written where you’re the main character, right?

Mika: It’s like I said before. I’m happy to have people who accept me no matter what.

Mitsuru: Then you should cherish that Mika-ni~chan like that!

Mika: Eh? What do ya mean by cherishing me like that?

Mitsuru: Hmm…… I dunno! I don’t really understand difficult things either!

But the most important thing is that Mika-ni~chan is happy!

I think it’s be great if Mika-ni~chan enjoyed the part that makes you feel happy!

Mika: …… I see. I kinda understand what Mitsuru-kun wanted to say.

I was thinkin’ about it too deeply, but I think it might be a good idea to enjoy the current situation.

If that’s the case, I’ll try to enjoy this situation a little more now that I’ve become a god♪

Nagisa: …… Is it correct to think that you’ve sorted out your feelings?

Mika: Yep. Thanks to Mitsuru-kun, I feel like I’ve gotten over it. Thank you♪

Mitsuru: Ehehe! If Mika-ni~chan feels better, then I’ll be happy too!

Mika: Ran-senpai…… There’s a lot of things I want to say, but I’d like to thank ya fer helpin’ me this time.

Nagisa: …… Fufu. I don’t think I was much help this time.

Mika: Don’t worry about the details! Please accept my gratitude sincerely.

Nagisa: …… Is that so, I’m happy to have you thank me. I, too, will be sincerely happy.

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What or who are each Decepticons loyal to in TFP?

Hey ^^! Today the question is: What or who are each Decepticons loyal to in TFP?

Because, it's a question that we can think while seeing the series. The question for the Autobots is not really to ask, because we know what they are loyal to: The Autobot cause.

The Decepticons, on the other hand, is another story. We will see here for each character, because none are really loyal to the same thing.

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Megatron: The cause or rather himself...

Sad to say but I sincerely doubt that Megatron is really loyal to his own cause anymore. Let me explain, in the beginning of season 1, he comes back with Dark Energon. So, that originally he had gone to find an army of Decepticons.

But, it seems that rather than the army to definitively defeat the Autobots, Megatron preferred to return with an unknown substance that has the reputation of giving great power, but also very dangerous for the species of Transformers. The leader of the Decepticons no longer really serves his cause, he's only looking for power to defeat Optimus Prime.

Exactly, Optimus, let's talk about him. Megatron has a clear obsession with him, no doubt. To the point that it made him forget the cause, since he kinda chased the Prime to planet Earth. Whereas, technically, the Decepticons somehow won the war (even with the destruction of their planet).

Because, technically, the Decepticons are more numerous, better armed, and not lacking in energon. On the other side, the Autobots are scattered all over the universe, less well equipped, and always in need of food. Normally, the Decepticons should have declared their victory a long time ago. But, they didn't, because for Megatron it won't be a victory until he kills Optimus.

But, there is another problem that adds up, and that is that Megatron doesn't seem to want to kill Optimus either. At least not by any means possible. When Starscream is about to fire a missile, to eliminate the Prime, Megatron stops him, preventing Optimus' death in the process.

Well, so far you tell yourself that he has a little hatred against Starscream, logical, huh, Starscream tried to kill him a little. But, there is something that is disturbing, it's that he prefers take revenge on Starscream, rather than ending the war by killing Optimus who is still on the ground.

I can more or less understand that he doesn't want Starscream to kill Optimus, and that he wants to teach him a lesson for trying to kill him. OK, I can conceive. I think that I too would have a little hatred if someone tried to kill me. It's totally logical.

But, in any case, Megatron does not kill Optimus! He has the greatest opportunity in the world, and he doesn't! Like… WTF, what exactly does he need to decide to kill him? Optimus needs to be up and running, like, to have the perfect fight or what? Seriously, he stopped the Decepticons from winning the war… Clearly. You see the enemy leader down, you kill him, you win the war, end of the story.

That's why I don't think Megatron is ever loyal to the Decepticon cause… Because, if he was truly loyal to it, he would have forgotten his wish for revenge against Optimus to focus on the goals of the Decepticon cause .

No wonder there are so few who believe in the cause, if even the leader is no longer loyal to it...

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Soundwave : Megatron

Soundwave doesn't seem exactly loyal to the Decepticon cause, but rather loyal to Megatron. Because, even though Megatron does some shit sometimes, he always follows him. Afterwards, maybe he's actually loyal to the cause, but it doesn't seem like much.

It's for example to Megatron that he made his vow of silence, and not especially to the Decepticon cause. He never disputes a single order, even if it's sometimes a little wonky. And also does everything possible to keep Megatron alive.

He refuses to unplugging Megatron when he was in the coma. He squarely fights Airachnid when she tries to take control and leave without Megatron. Also in RID15 (which is the "sequel" to TFP), as soon as Soundwave gets out of the Shadow Zone, the first thing he tries to do is contact Megatron.

Megatron is his friend very clearly. And even though Soundwave followed him in his idea of ​​revolt, because they had the same ideals, I really feel that he too forgot the real objective of the cause.

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Starscream : Cybertron

Starscream doesn't really seem to believe in the Decepticon cause, I feel like he sees it more as a means to achieve his objectives. There are two :

1- Become the leader of the Decepticons or Cybertron (it depends on the ambition)

2- Restore Cybertron.

Already, in the aligned novels, it's explained that Starscream's goal is to bring Cybertron back to the Golden Age. He sees that Cybertron is going badly, and he wants to fix things, which is why he is interested in the Decepticon cause.

Well, it's completely screwed up, since Cybertorn dies… Something he regrets bitterly.

But, it seems like it's a goal he still hasn't given up on. When he discovers the true power of the Omega Keys, and retrieves one, he thinks of a way to bargain with the Autobots or Decepticons.

Then, he thinks about the fact that he could restore Cybertron by himself, and become the leader. Except, that he realizes that he has absolutely no way to succed… He has no army, no energon, and not really any material. So, it's a bit complicated to take control of Cybertron...

Because of that, he returns to the Decepticons, and gives the keys to Megatron. But he's not stupid, he realizes that if he does that he can never rule Cybertron. So that means he's overstepped his dream of conquest and glory. His wish to save Cybertron was apparently outweighing his pride.

Moreover, we see that the save of Cybertorn was really close to his Spark, because he's one of those who is most distressed by the loss of the Keys and the Lock (like Ratchet). Unlike KnockOut (who actually allows himself to make a joke) or Megatron. The two seem to really not care.

Just see Megatron's priority, he would rather cyber-form Earth to hurt Optimus, than save his own planet. Starscream obeys, OK, but at the same time, if he doesn't, he wil be hit. So, well, yes, he accepts. He really doesn't have much choice.

Starscream can't be loyal to Megatron or the cause simply because he sees that it's not the same as before, and he doesn't have hope that it will be again. He, perhaps, never really believed in it. The only thing he had hope for, was that Cybertron would one day be restored and saved.

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KnockOut: Opportunist

Honestly, KnockOut clearly doesn't care which side he's on. I think the reason he joined the Decepticons was simply because he saw that was the side that was winning so he figured that was the one he should choose.

In fact, he's a pretty detached character, who kinda doesn't care when things don't work out in favor of the cause. As long as he has energon and security, the rest is a little above him.

He's not a character who's loyal to anything except himself and his own survival. Just see in Predacons Rising. Well, the Decepticons lost, in which case I'm going with the Autobots. Basically.

He doesn't join a side because he believes in ideals. He joins a camp according to what the camp can offer him.

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Breakdown: The Cause

I think Breakdown believes in the cause. He knows which side he's on, even when Bulkhead comes to help him against the MECH. He decides to stay a Decepticon, whereas Megatron left him to his fate.

He's not a bad mech, he just fights for the cause, he does his job, without being vicious or sadistic as some can be. So, yeah, he's violent and all, but that's kind of the environment he lives in.

Breakdown is a follower, not a leader or an opportunist. He follows a cause he believes in and that's it. He's not interested in complicated high command stuff, and just does what they asked.

As long as it serves the cause, he does.

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Dreadwing: The Cause

Much like Breakdown, Dreadwing is loyal to the cause. He follows when given an order, and worries about his leader, because Megatron is the one representing the cause.

But unlike Soundwave who follows Megatron's orders somewhat blindly, Dreadwing can disobey if he deems it necessary. Like when he goes to look for Megatron, when the latter goes to fight Airachnid and his Insecticon. While his leader had told him not to intervene.

The only thing that can get him out of the cause is his wish for revenge for Skyquake's death. But even that, he tries his best to control. He's an honorable robot, who believes in a cause he always thinks is right. His code of honor shows that, for him, the Decepticon cause is an honorable thing, which must have a certain code of honor and values.

Dreadwing's problem was that he failed to notice that the Decepticon cause was no longer what he had known.

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Airachnid: Herself

Well, no surprise. She is loyal to nothing but herself. She was with the Decepticon cause for a while, probably because unlike the Autobots, the Decepticons allowed more things in terms of torture and death.

In TFP, Airachnid is presented as a sadist who took advantage of the war to do evil around her, without suffering the consequences. If she left the Decepticons for a while, it's probably because she had to do things that even the Decepticons thought was overkill.

She's not on any side. And unlike Starscream (who trades with everyone) or KnockOut (who is just opportunistic), she attacks everyone without distinction. She's the one who basically has her own side.

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Shockwave: The Science

For Shockwave it's frankly not easy to know. Above all, it seems that he just wants to carry out his experiments without anyone disturbing him. The war was just an opportunity for him to conduct more experiments, and to have access to experiments subjects.

During the war he was able to: recreate the space bridges, create the cortical psychic patch, several diseases, surely many weapons, the Vehicons, the Insecticons, and the Predacons.

The Decepticon cause had more resources, so he joined it. It's logical. It's just Shockwave being Shockwave.

[mickmundy]

4, 7, 40, G & H for the uncommon questions! Dealers choice on which bushmed :p

OUGHHHHH THATS SO HARD TO CHOOSE...! you know what i'm going to just go with Regular Bushmed because these are like. really fun and interesting to think about for me personally so. let's go!!

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

i think both medic and sniper are Polite to just about everyone, but Trusting of very few. While my fics take place after the comics (ie the team has been together for a long while now), i can imagine that starting out, the mercs didn't really get along [as well as they do now] or trust one another all that much! both of them would take a lot of time to truly trust you; i think they'd be respectful and friendly towards anyone as long as they didn't piss them off, but trusting... that would take a lot i think! for medic, i think he'd be content to start trusting after a few acts that displayed trustworthiness, but sniper i think would want to take time and see trustworthy acts. neither of them particularly care about other people's approval, so they're not in any rush to stick their necks out for people they don't trust!

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? GRAAAHHH i love this omg.. i think they both have really different feelings on like. nostalgia and how they feel about it.

medic doesn't particularly miss/yearn for any part of his past, and much prefers to live in the moment, doing what he loves! as far as something that would trigger it, i think it would be "odd"/Surprisingly Conventional things. the smell of old books, seeing flowers that remind him of his mother's garden, etc... i think if anything he'd notice that, and be like "huh! that's right! that reminds me of (home/family/whatever)" and then it just kind of dies there and he's like anyway! on with my life! SKDFSDKF sniper would have super mixed feelings on nostalgia and couldn't help but feel it now and then... imo he's a very sentimental person, and while he's not a Hoarder by any means, i think he does keep small momentos of Times Past... his parents wedding rings (on a chain he never wears), an absolutely. tattered book of poetry he dug out from some rummage sale with his mum as a teen, eggshells from when he first made medic breakfast in bed, a chip of paint from his family home, etc... keeps it all in a shoebox tucked away in his van! i enjoy thinking about a more Somber/Troubled aspect of sniper's character and i think nostalgia is one of his greatest enemies. he tries to do right by himself and his loved ones but ultimately always wishes he could redo things and do them better. very much the opposite of medic, who doesn't feel like he does anything wrong.. ever!

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws? oughhhh this is a really good one that i have a lot of thoughts on actually!! and this is something i explore heavily in my fics further down the line, so i'll only be touching on it here...! >:)c

i think both of them can be frustratingly thick-headed. very prideful. they take pride in their work and so it hurts them extra badly to hear that they failed or that they aren't good enough (as people, as professionals, etc). they both can be really defensive (and sometimes quippy/a little hostile!), so tread lightly! i think they both know they're flawed people, but express that reality very differently. medic will flippantly say something like "ah, well! heh! nobody's perfect!" and dismiss his Flaws as like.. "well that's Your opinion! not my problem!" while sniper will really internalize it and try to deal with things on his own. he's been getting on just fine for his whole life, why should he have to change all of a sudden?! lots of pouting, probably a bit of a silent treatment while he takes time to reflect. i think he's Glaringly Aware of what he hates about himself but is frequently bouncing back and forth about whether he wants to do anything about it or just. keep existing as he is... the fear of change vs the fear of staying the same... etc.,., ellipsis

G: What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

SKDFKSDKFSKDF TBH i'm not sure. i love them for all of their flaws hehe!! so hmm thinking about like.. what others might find frustrating about them? i think in terms of like Knowability they both make it pretty hard on the people around them!! medic fancies himself to be good with people when he's really really not and i think sniper knows he's not good with people and just doesn't even try. they can both be really difficult to get to know! but i think they're both Worth getting to know.,., if you can catch their eye.., EHEHE!!

H: What trait do you admire most?

UWAA THATS HARD TOO.,., i envy their effortless sex appeal and timeless gendersilly swagger... with medic i love how he just truly operates on his time his conditions his own little world.. genuinely obsessed and i wish i could do the same and be less of a pushover :'( as far as sniper goes i admire his conviction and his hard-working-ness.. i like that he's sensitive but also cocky and kind of rude. SKDFKSDF i need to be better at being rude honestly!! LOL

send me some fun prompts and i'll answer them!! ^v^

[wasitapossum]

Ok but hear me out.

The life series pairings as The Crane Wives songs.

Obviously Curses is the overall series song because we all know the animatic by Chrisrin. (Go check it out if you haven’t!!)

Etho and Bdubs in last life-

Song: Tongues and Teeth

Why?: just listening to it reminds me so much of that scene where bdubs threathens etho and tries to get him to go red life with him.

Quote: “you gotta know that this won’t last, desperation will erase this fact.”

Scott and pearl in last life/double life-

Song: The Moon Will Sing

Why?: they were so close in last life and now in double life Scott turning his back on pearl and instead choosing to be soulmates with Cleo is just- wow ouch. Not to mention Martyn leaving pearl at the end there like damn pearl really is having a rough time huh.

Quote: “name your courage now, we could have had anything, anything else. Instead you hoarded all that’s left of me.” (This one was hard to choose, just listen to the song and you’ll understand)

Grian and Scar in all three series-

Song: Allies or Enemies

Why?: their relationship from third life to double life has been so on and off that it’s always been hard to tell whether they truly were on each other’s side. Third life grian was obligated to follow scar but eventually admitted to not wanting scar to die and not wanting to kill him and then last life where grian and scar were going through their divorce arc and staying as far from each other as possible, to now in double life where it seems Grian feels once again obligated to keep scar alive because they’re soul bound. It’s just the perfect amount of angst.

Quote: “what happens now? Do we have another go? Do we bow out? And take our separate roads?”

Cleo and BigB in last life-

Song: Metaphor

Why?: the quote says it for me, need I say more.

Quote: “I keep my closet free of skeletons, cause I’m much better at diggin graves. But I always dig up bones in your sympathy. I can’t trust a single thing you say.”

Jimmy and Tango in double life-

Song: Canary in a Coal Mine

Why?: y’all saw this one coming.

Quote: “and when you break the surface without me, please don’t return me to the dark of all the memories.”

Ren and Martyn in third life-

Song: Never Love an Anchor

Why?: this pairing was honestly hard to place but I do believe this song fits with them well. Martyn was incredibly loyal to Ren, he stayed by his side and even killed Ren when he asked (although with hesitation) because he’d do anything for him. But even that dragged Martyn down in the end and got them both killed. Their love for each other was their undoing.

Quote: “it’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest, With this heart of mine that’s guilty not remorseful. There is love that doesn’t have a place to rest, but it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulder.”

If you made it to the end of this I commend you.

[spencerswhoreclub]

I HATE YOU

By- Spencerswhoreclub

I LOVE THIS TROPE, it's enemies to lovers so enjoy

This chapter contains- arguing, degrading, praise kink, mommy kink, choking, sub Spencer, dominant reader, over stimulating, orgasm deprivation, (male) anal fingering, (male receiving) oral sex, (female) penetration, and a sub drop.

Wc- 2280

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Your POV

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Spencer and I have had it out for each other since day one. When I first met him and he refused to shake my hand. I wasn't too worried because I knew he was a germaphobe and was going to refuse, but it didn't hurt to try.

To my surprise every single time I talked to him he would brush me off. He would come up with an excuse like him being swamped with work or he would get up to get coffee.

But when every time I would even look in his direction or even open my mouth to say something to someone I could hear him scuff like I just insulted his mother. That is when I decided I'd give him the same energy he gave me.

So then every time he talked I would roll my eyes or let out a small laugh. He obviously caught onto it because he decided to escalate his antics.

Soon after he started closing doors just before I could walk through them or even interrupting me in the middle of my sentence. So I decided I'd make sure to time when I got to work just right so I could shut the elevator doors before he arrived. If he came earlier I came earlier, it was a vicious cycle.

It escalated to the point where everyone on the team noticed, they would even pull us to the side and constantly ask what's wrong and of course we both just said it was nothing and chalked it up to us being tired of having a bad day.

Eventually after three months of us hating each other hotch had enough of us. When we were in the middle of bickering about what the unsubs motive was he intervened.

"Y/n, Reid, the team and I are all tired of you going back and forward. I don't know what happened to cause this feud but until it's resolved you guys will be sharing a hotel room, I don't care how long it takes so you better play nice"

Both Spencer and I tried to defend ourselves but it was no use hotch had made up his mind.

After a long day of arguing with Spencer I had to go back to my shared hotel room with him. When we finally got to the hallway I did what anyone In my position would do.

I took off sprinting down the hallway, he obviously caught onto what I was trying to do because he ran after me. Just before he caught up I unlocked the door and shut it behind me.

"Y/n you know I have a key too right"

He sounds out of breath from running, why is it low key hot- no, y/n you hate him

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. Before I could realize what was happening my back was against the door and his body was pressed against mine.

"What the fuck was that"

Are you fucking serious, did he really ask what that was after he went from icing me out to being just plain rude to me.

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Spencer's POV

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I asked her what was up but honestly I knew I had been a jerk to her from the moment she stepped into the building.

In the beginning she really just did catch me at a bad time. I had planned on properly introducing myself the next day but after I had time to think about it I figured I wouldn't be able to shake my first impression so I decided I'd just stick with being an ass.

But to be honest I did really like her, she had always been in the back of my mind. I constantly imagine her tying me up or edging me until I had tears in my eyes. But I also want more than that, I want to be the reason she smiles, I want her to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night

I was thrown out of my daydream when I felt her push me off of her

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Your POV

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I pushed him off of me and started yelling at him pushing him further and further while doing so

"WHAT WAS THAT? You mean what you're been doing to me since you met me, for a genius you're really fucking stupid. I've don't nothing but match the energy you gave me"

I finally pushed him down onto the bed and I heard him whimper making me smile.

"God I fucking hate you"

I smashed our lips together and we ripped each other's clothes off eager to see each other naked after being deprived of each other for months.

Once we were both in our underwear I attached my lips to his neck and grabbed the growing bulge in his boxers, then he let out a loud moan.

"Damn baby boy I've barely touched you"

"Ik m-mommy it just feels s-so good"

Before I could even register what he said his eyes went wide and he tried to sit up

"I- I'm so sorry I don't know what I was-"

I cut him off with a kiss, I tried to put as much love as I possibly could into it just so he knew it was alright

"Baby it's fine, I wouldn't want you to call me anything else"

I made my way down to the bed so that I was eye level with his dick and slowly pulled down his boxers. Of course his dick is like the rest of him, absolutely beautiful.

I take my time kissing everywhere around where he truly wanted me, I could lie and say it was to tease him but I really wanted this to last as long as possible.

Finally I gave in and wrapped my lips around the tip. I brought my head up and down, taking more and more each time earning more small whimpers from him.

"Mommy I'm about to cum"

"Oh no you're not, not yet at least. You've been such a bad boy and bad boys get punished. Turn around and get on your hands and knees."

He does so immediately not wanting to make it any worse for himself. I leaned over him while pushing his shoulders down so that his back was arched.

"Is this okay?"

I whisper in his ear while pushing two fingers against his entrance

"Y-yes pl-please mommy I need it"

I applied more pressure, slowly pressing my fingers into his hole earning a loud moan. At first I went slow then I started going faster and deeper until I hit his prostate.

"Fuck- mommy can I please cum"

"Of course you can baby"

Even after he released I kept going, I figured I'd fuck with him more. Since he was already sensitive it didn't take him long to get close.

"Mommy I'm close, please can I cum"

"Yes baby boy"

Even after he finished again i still didn't stop

"Please mommy stop, it's too much"

He saw with tears streaming down his face

"No, you're going to cum for each month you insisted on being a dick to me"

"B-but I c-cant"

"Yes you can, you want to be my good boy don't you?"

"Yes m-ma'am"

"So cum for me"

His legs started shaking and he finally released onto the bed for the third time of the night.

"Turn over onto your back, I'm going to ride you and you're not going to cum until I do, got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good boy"

As soon as he got onto his back I wasted no time taking off my bra and underwear, he was so busy staring at my tits he didn't even notice me climbing on top of him

"Hey my eyes are up here"

I said while snapping in his face

"Sorry mommy you're just so pretty"

"Yeah yeah shut up so I can fuck you"

I took his dick in my hand and teased him by rubbing his tip up and down my opening

"P-please mommy"

"Fine, but only because you're cute when you beg"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth I sunk down on his length earning a loud moan from Spencer. I started bouncing up and down but I couldn't help but notice his hands balled into fists gripping the sheet so hard I'm surprised it didn't rip.

Then I realize I never gave him permission to touch me, he's trying so hard to be a good boy for me.

"Baby boy it's okay, you can touch me"

His hands were immediately on my waist gripping hard enough to leave marks.

"How do you think the team would react if they say you like this huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw how much of a little slut you are"

He opened his mouth but all he could get out was high pitched moans. So I wrapped my hand around his throat

"I asked you a question, what do you think they'd say"

"I-I d-don't know"

"They would say you're pathetic for letting a girl take over and use you"

I leaned forward to get a better angle and he saw this as a perfect opportunity to suck on my tits.

"Shit- baby boy if you keep this up I won't last"

"Please cum for me mommy, I want it so much"

I reached down and rubbed my clit in circles then I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach

"Fuck Spence I'm cuming, please fill me up"

We both came at the same time and I collapsed next to him. I went to get up to go pee but he pulled me back down.

"Spence I-"

"Please, please don't leave, I-I'm sorry I was so bad to you I didn't mean it. I really like you a-and I just didn't know how to-"

That's when I realized he had been crying

"Shhh Spence it's fine-"

"No it's not fine-"

"Don't ever interrupt me again"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, now I understand Spencer and I promise I won't leave you. Come here"

I scooted back on the bed so I was leaning against the headboard. I sat there with open arms waiting for him to come to me.

He crawled up to me and curled up on my chest. He looked at my boobs and back at me silently asking permission and I nodded my head. He took my nipple in his mouth and started sucking.

This poor boy has some serious mommy issues and abandonment issues.

"Spencer I understand why you did what you did and I'm not going to hold it against you"

Then I felt something wet roll down my chest

"Baby why are you still crying"

"B-because I want t-this to be more than a o-one time thing. Just because you forgive m-me doesn't mean you like me"

"Spence look at me"

Grab his face and kiss him softly

"I promise you're not the only one that wants this to be more than a one time thing"

"Really"

"Yes Spence, I'd love to call you my boyfriend if that's alright with you."

"Yes please"

He attached his lips to my neck sucking harshly

"Baby boy we have to be up early tomorrow and if you don't stop I won't be able to resist fucking you again."

He still didn't stop so I shot him a glance as a warning and he stopped, god I love how submissive he is.

Before I knew it I was getting woken up by my alarm. I took a second to admire how cute he looked before I woke him up but eventually I had too. We had to meet the team downstairs for breakfast.

We both took our time in the shower, and ended up fucking so we had to rush to get dressed. So much so we both forgot about the marks we left on each other.

When we finally got downstairs the whole team was there, all was normal until Morgan noticed something.

"Damn pretty boy I didn't know you had it in you"

"What, what are you talking about"

Spencer asked

"You and y/n over here both have marks, y'all definitely fucked last night."

His face turned a deep shade of pink and as cute as it was I had to step in.

"Okay and? We fucked this morning in the shower too"

Unfortunately this barely phased him and he kept talking

"So y/n how's his dick game"

"I wouldn't know, I was the one in charged"

"No way"

"I'll prove it"

I walked over to Spencer and slightly pinched his butt and he let out an involuntary whimper

"Mommy"

It was barely audible but it was just loud enough to the entire team to hear

Now it was his turn to be speechless

But eventually hotch finally broke the silence

"You know this isn't what I was expecting when I made y'all room together but anything is better that that bickering"

This time the entire team chimed in

"Most definitely"

"Agreed"

"Yes."

I was about to defend myself but Spencer interrupted me

"Hey-"

"Y/n it's fine"

"What did I say about interrupting me"

"I'm sorry, ma'am"

"Good, now let's go solve this case"

[signedaiko]

Lie Again [Whirl x Reader]

Reader is Cybertronian Femme | MTMTE based

Recommended Song - Oh No!!! by Grandson

There weren't many people Whirl was willing to waste time on, but if it was going to be anyone, it would be you. Sparks flew as you brought a pole down towards his head, blocked out by his claw that easily pushed you away.

You were new to the Lost Light, new to everything. You had been found in a cryopod and had to be released for some questioning via the third in command, Ultra Magnus.

After a rather boring first week of sitting in the medibay and learning about what exactly the Lost Light was up to, you had been granted a room! Unfortunately, however, there wasn't much extra space onboard so you were forced to share.

But it was better than the medibay right! …Right?

"Wrong!" Whirl teased as his other claw hit the pole from my grip, stepping closer into a tall stance above me. His optic smiled.

Whirl was my lovely roommate who so graciously took to preparing me for the journey. He tested me in every way, including my patience. Currently he was showing me how to fend for myself, arguing that it would be weird if he shared a room with someone who could only cower. I felt like he was exaggerating when he said 'cowering'.

"This is pointless." I sighed, defeated. A claw came flying towards my helm, to which I immediately tensed and held my pole up against it, stopping it.

"Last time it hit you." Where I lacked, Whirl made up for, but I also went the other way around. I could easily tell his point, I had made progress. But what would this progress save me from? A toddler?

It was about time we took a break, I set the pole on a clasp on my back and stretched out my arms. It was an earlier start than usual considering we both had been put on some important jobs, but after all that and training it was about time you both go fuel up.

"Want to come to Swe-" I paused to look around the room, "Whirl?"

How a mech that large and that destructive had escaped the room so silently I was uncertain, but I wasn't about to wait for him.

At the bar, I found myself a cozy seat near Swerve, observing as he spoke with some of the others who found themselves here at this hour. It wasn't an unusual time to come for a drink, just not any of the busier times. It was better to come at times like now.

With a fresh drink to sip on, it gave me the perfect time to get lost in my thoughts. Going over every memory I had had in my month's duration aboard the ship. It was mostly filled with challenges, I rarely got a break.

"Hello, Y/N." A purple mech took the seat beside me and was instantly met with a drink from Swerve. I knew this figure well! We ran into one another plenty.

"Cyclonus, nice to see you!" I offered a kind smile after parting from a sip of my energon. It wasn't uncommon for him to speak with me, simply not as often as I'd like. Something (or rather someone) always got in the way.

"Likewise," his pause made it seem like he had more to say, and he glanced at me before continuing, "Should you ever need more formal training, I would be happy to teach you how to use a blade."

It was a kind offer, and I felt my lips tug upwards into a smile. 'How thoughtful'

"I don't think so, red eyes." A rude interruption tore between our conversation and the same claw that had attacked me earlier shoved Cyclonus away from me.

"Whirl I really don't mi-" "But I do!"

Cyclonus only stared back at me, before swiftly turning and exiting the bar. He knew there were better things to do than stay here and fight the irrational mech. Whirl seemed to want to chase after and pick a fight, but my grip on his arm stopped him.

'Strange' I thought, he could easily break free and run. His helm slowly turned towards me, an aura of menace dripping in the air.

"Strategizing with the enemy huh? Well, I'll tell you one thing for sure! I'll be a better teacher if that's what you want." He seemed almost unhappy, and I began to ponder on if he truly felt that Cyclonus' offer was of my choosing.

"You are fine as is."

"Clearly not." He huffed, pulling his arm lightly so my own grasp forced me along with him.

'Huh'. I was at a loss for words, unsure of how I might comfort someone who couldn't be comforted. I had always assumed his only emotions were to tick others off and attack. Perhaps I should have reconsidered who exactly I was living with.

It wasn't long before he dragged us back to our habsuite, clearly in a haste (though I wasn't quite sure as to why. He was always full of surprises). It was hard to catch up to someone who would simply launch themselves down the hall. When the door shut behind us with a hiss, there was an awkward silence. The only sound remaining was the faint ticking of various clocks within the room.

There normally weren't this many, all stuck on the same numbers...but it couldn't possibly be 1:43 am, that wouldn't make any sense.

Unless...I noticed him watching me as I picked up one of the clocks into my servos, adjusting the time accordingly to what it was.

'14:32' I turned and set it in his claws, to which he held it tighter.

"Glad to hear you think the same!" He spoke, bonking the top of my helm and exiting from whence he came.

"Wh-What...?" I had just been dragged around like a rat in a lab, what the hell did he mean-

My optics focused on a note on the door, calling for my attention; a lesson in Cyber Definitions. I scanned down the list, noticing two highlighted by visible scribbles.

143 - I love you 'Wait, did he...' my eyes continued to scan down to the other noticeable message.

1432 - I love you too

"Whirl! Come back...!"

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[juviaafullbuster]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE

"JUVIAAAA"

He should have known. He should have seen it coming the moment he heard that blue cat call out her name. Of course nothing good would come from this. That stupid cat, exceed, whatever he is, was raised by Natsu after all.  But he didn't think much of it when he saw him flying towards Juvia, who was currently sitting with the other girls and landing in the middle of their table.

"Yes Happy?"

"Remember what I told you when we came back from Edolas?"

Happy was wiggling his tail excitedly, while trying to hold back from spilling the information immediately. After all, he lives for the drama. Juvia on the other hand was just looking at him, confusion written all over her face.

"Juvia isn't following.."

"You know, about the Juvia in Edolas and how the Gray there is obsessed with her.."

"Oh yes! Of course Juvia remembers that! The other Juvia is very lucky.."

"Yeah, and guess what? She got even luckier. Turns out they've got-"

"HAPPY!"

Gray had to stop him before he spilled too much. Why were they on the other side of the hall anyways? Juvia was always stuck to him whenever he came back from a mission. Why did she have to abandon him now of all times?

"What is it Gray? I'm busy delivering information."

"If you don't shut it that's the last information you'll ever deliver."

At that Happy visibly gulped. Gray was sure he was considering whether it was worth taking the risk. He probably still remembered the incident where Gray had declared him his enemy. Gray himself didn't remember much of what happened, just that it wasn't his proudest moment when he woke up half naked on an island surrounded by strangers. Now however, he was glad it had happened. At least that cat knew what he was dealing with and wouldn't dare to finish that sentence.

"Hey popsicle, are you threatening Happy?"

This just keeps getting better. Of course Natsu had to get involved as well. All he wanted was to enjoy being back home and spending some time with Juvia. And he wasn't doing either. Really, the last thing he needed was Natsu and his damn cat to ruin things for him.

"I don't threaten anyone unless necessary. So if you want to save him from trouble, tell your cat to back off."

"I'M AN EXCEED!"

"Like I care. Point is, shut up."

"HEY, DON'T TALK TO HAPPY LIKE THAT!"

"Stay out of it, flamebrain!"

"IF HAPPY IS INVOLVED, I'M INVOLVED."

"Whatever.."

He just needed to get to Juvia. There was no need to participate in the conversation with Natsu. Not that you could actually hold one. It would always end in a fight and if that idiot doesn't shut up soon, Gray was sure that this will be the case today as well. So he decided to be the bigger person and ignore Natsu, no matter how much he was provoked. However Natsu didn't get the message.

"What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're being weird lately. Happy noticed too, right Happy?"

"Aye!"

"I'm not being weird, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I think it's because he's jealous of you!"

"WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF NATSU?"

"He did tell me what happened.. is it because he has more woman than you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know, that snow woman. He had quite a lot on his side, you however just had-"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Like it wasn't bad enough that he was going to tell Juvia about their Edolas counterparts, she really didn't need to know about that whole woman in the depth of his heart thing.

"You're jealous of me?"

"Who's jealous of who?

"Gray is jealous of Natsu."

"Seriously?"

"NO!"

That's it. He's going to kill that cat. But first he'll have to deal with Natsu because he was costing him his nerves as well. So next thing he knew, they were throwing fists at each other until Erza forcefully stopped them.

"What is this about? Explain yourself before I pull out my sword."

"Grays being mean to Happy."

"That's because Happy is stupid! Probably got it from you.."

"SILENCE! Happy!"

"Yes?"

"Explain!"

"Well, Gray is being mean to me just because I wanted to tell Juvia about what we saw in Edolas. I don't see why he's so worked up over it, I mean I was just going to say that they're married."

"Who's married?"

"Gray and Juvia!"

Silence. The whole guild went silent. Well, except for Happys snickering. Gray could swear he felt his soul leave his body. He was certain he would never hear the end of it. After all, he could already feel the eyes on him.

"Gray and Juvia are married in Edolas?" It was Juvia who decided to break the awful silence. Happy nodded eagerly in response to her question.

More silence. Or as Gray would say, the calm before the storm.

"Is that true?" Juvia was looking at him with wide eyes. He knows her well enough by now to know exactly what was currently going on in her head. He could tell her imagination was going wild with wedding pictures. But she was clearly holding back from squealing, instead she kept staring at him, desperately waiting for an answer. Gray sighed.

"Yes.."

And then all hell broke loss. Mira was cornering him trying to find out as much as possible, while Cana kept adding her inappropriate comments. Elfman starting shouting something about marriage being manly, whatever that meant. By the time Gray had managed to escape from them Juvia was no longer in sight.

"Juvia?"

"She went outside, said she needed to cool down."  Lucy smirked proudly, making Gray fear her next sentence. "Good thing you're an ice wizard. Who else could cool her down?"

"Hilarious. I'm going outside."

"Of course you are."

Gray didn't bother reacting anymore. Instead he went to search for Juvia. The cold air outside hit him in the face. It wasn't until now that he realized how stuffy it was in there.

He distanced himself from the guild hall while keeping an eye out for his bluenette. He really had missed her during his mission and now that he was back, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. After all, he had finally acknowledged his feelings for her and after seeing their counterparts in Edolas and that vision he had been trapped in, it just made him long for her more.

Those feelings still freaked him out somehow. He wasn't aware that he was capable of feeling this much for someone. But Juvia had really broken down every single one of his walls. And he was really grateful for that. She was the one who kept pulling him back whenever he was close to the edge. She's his power to live, even though having admitted that so bluntly in front of her still got him all embarrassed. And her teasing didn't help one bit.

"Juvia!" He spotted her on a bench near the lake. She seemed lost in thought. When she heard his voice however, she immediately spun around.

"Graysama! Juvia is sorry for leaving so abruptly.."

"Don't worry about that. Are you okay?"

He sat down next to her. Usually he would leave a space between them, not wanting to give her any ideas. But things changed. And now here he was, sitting as close to her as possible, longing for her touch. Juvia smiled at him.

"Juvia is very happy that you're back."

"I'm happy to be back too. I.." He cleared his throat and looked away shyly. "I missed you."

"Juvia missed you too. Juvia was wondering whether you were doing alright, if you manged to stay dressed and whether the others bothered to pick up the clothes you discarded.." she kept talking but Gray was too focused on her beauty, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky having someone like her in his life.

"I want what they have as well." Gray had blurted out the thought before he could realize it.

"What who has?" Juvia questioned him. He could go back on his word, pretend he never said it. But what's the point? He was just making himself suffer by prolonging it. And he had promised her to be clear with his intentions once he got back, not that he got to finish that promise before he was swept back to Elentir. Point is, it was time for him to be honest.

"I want what Edolas Gray and Juvia have.."

"You want.. you want to marry Juvia!?"

"What? No!"

"No?"

This wasn't going the way he wanted it all. Gray sighed.

"One day."

"One day?"

"Yes, one day I'm going to marry you. But I think it's still a little early for that. To be fair, our counterparts in Edolas are older.."

Juvia just kept looking at him in disbelief. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't exactly his style to be so open and honest. They didn't start dating yet and he was already talking about marriage. Juvia had really impacted him..

"Listen. I want to be with you. Like Edo Gray is with Edo Juvia, like Fairy Nail Glen is with Fairy Nail Juvina.. I want Earthland Gray to be with Earthland Juvia as well."

"What's Fairy Nail? And who is Juvina?"

"That's a long story.. point is I want to be with you. I'm sorry I'm not as clear with my intentions as the other me. But that doesn't mean I want you less than he wants his Juvia.."

By this point Gray was a blushing mess. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, too afraid to see her reaction. He had literally just run her over with emotions.

"Graysama doesn't have to be sorry."

"Huh?"

"For not being as clear with his feelings. I feel in love with this version of Gray, the Earthland version. Juvia wouldn't change a thing about you."

Gray smiled at her. She was truly too perfect. How did she always know what to say? She seemed so calm and collected while he was literally trying his best not to freak out.

"And Juvia would like that very much as well. Earthland Gray and Earthland Juvia being together.." she was looking at Gray sweetly and he couldn't help the smile that took over his face.

"I promise to be the best version of myself for you."

"You already are."

They smiled at each other and Gray tucked behind the hair that had fallen into her face. He found himself leaning closer and he saw Juvia doing the same. He had just closed his eyes, just a little away from finally kissing her after thinking about it for so long, when a voice interrupted them, making them jump apart.

"Gray loves Juvia!"

"Quiet Happy!

"They are so cute together."

"About time he made a move."

How had he not seen them hiding behind that bush. He'll admit Lucy, Wendy and Charles were hidden pretty well, but Natsus pink hair and Happys blue fur were visible to everyone. And Erza hadn't even bothered hiding. He must have been too focused on the girl in front of him to notice. Said girl was now blushing furiously.

"I'm going to kick their asses.."

"Juvia thinks it's sweet that they're so supportive of you. You have a great team."

"How are they a great team? They literally interrupted a very important moment."

"Juvia knows.. but Juvia is very happy already."

"So you don't want me to kiss you?"

"Juvia didn't say that!"

He was truly enjoying teasing her. So much, he was able to ignore his friends presence. So instead of letting them ruin their moment, he leaned in and finally, after so long, kissed her. It took her a moment to react, but once she did, Gray felt like the luckiest person in the universe. He was never going to let her go.

"Juvia loves you very much."

"And I love Juvia very much."

He kissed her again, already addicted. His friends were cheering, probably happy that he finally made a move. He couldn't blame them, it took him long enough.

"All that because I told her about Edolas Gray and Juvias marriage. Imagine what she'll do when she hears about Greige.."

"Who's Greige?"

"HAPPY!"

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Here you have it, my contribution to Gruvia day! I hope you like it, let me know what you think :)

Also, I'm still fangirling over the drawing we got today. Maybe I'll write something about that too one day..

Anyways, happy Gruvia day! ♡