#please ignore the mess that is my ROOM holy fuck

[andy-15-07]

hey guys fred weasley throwing my legs over his shoulders and fucks me so good he can’t help but laugh at the puddle i am before him hi

Wicked

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count:1149

Harry Potter Masterlist | request (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Warnings: Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, aftercare, fluff

Fred Weasley had a gift for many things,blowing things up, bending rules, getting out of trouble with a grin,but making you completely lose your mind might’ve been his most potent magic.

You were tucked up in his room at the Burrow,summer air warm, windows cracked open, and the low sound of enchanted wireless humming lazily from the corner. You’d stolen one of his shirts again, the old one from the shop with the neckline stretched and sleeves too big, hanging off your shoulder just enough to drive him mad.

He was watching you from the foot of the bed, eyes raking over your body like he hadn’t just had you the night before. Or the morning before that. Or up against the bathroom sink not twelve hours ago.

You peeked over the top of your book, trying not to smirk.

“You’re staring.”

Fred didn’t deny it. “I am. You look so good like that. All casual. Comfy. Completely fuckable.”

You snorted, but your thighs pressed together.

“Bit needy today, aren’t you?”

He tilted his head, grin wolfish. “You calling me needy? You, who literally screamed my name loud enough last night I think the ghoul in the attic clapped for us?”

You laughed, and that laugh earned a low growl from him. He moved, slow and controlled, like a lion stalking prey,crawling up the bed until he was hovering above you, nose brushing your cheek.

“You calling me needy…” he whispered, dragging his lips across your jaw, “…while you’re sitting here, soaking through my shirt with your thighs clenched and pretending you don’t want me to ruin you.”

Your breath hitched. “Fred—”

“Let me eat you out, Y/N.”

“...what?”

He grinned. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, I just—no foreplay? No kissing? No—”

Fred’s hands were already sliding down your body. “Baby, we’ve been doing foreplay since the minute I saw you in my shirt. I’ve been suffering.”

He kissed down your neck, hands lifting the hem of the oversized tee until it bunched at your waist.

“I need you on your back. Legs over my shoulders. Right fucking now.”

You’d never obeyed so quickly in your life.

He slid your underwear down slowly, teasingly, sucking a kiss to your thigh as he settled between them.

“Look at this,” he said, voice in awe. “You’re already soaked. Merlin’s tits, love.”

You opened your mouth to snap at him,but then his tongue flattened against your clit, and all that came out was a moan so loud it echoed.

Fred groaned, latching on like he was starving. His tongue circled and licked, slow at first, building gradually, fingers digging into your hips like he was holding onto the last threads of control.

He loved eating you out. It was one of his favorite hobbies,up there with Quidditch and annoying Filch.

And he was good at it. Filthy. Passionate. Worshipful.

“Fuck, Fred—please—”

His fingers slid inside you just as his mouth closed around your clit again, and your back arched off the bed.

“That’s it, darling,” he murmured against you. “Let me hear you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as you whined, thighs shaking. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause.

“Oh—fuck—I’m gonna—Fred—fuck—”

You came hard, grinding into his mouth, eyes screwed shut, legs trembling on either side of his head.

He moaned like he loved it,like tasting you was the highlight of his entire day.

And when he finally looked up, face soaked and smug, you were a breathless, blissed-out mess.

“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You blinked at him. “I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed so hard he had to lean on the bed for balance. “Holy fuck, Y/N. You’re literally a puddle.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really. You’re like—dripping. If you die, I’m blaming that book you ignored me for.”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside.

Then he was back on you,pulling off the rest of his clothes, lifting your hips like you weighed nothing.

“You think we’re done?” he teased.

You squeaked when he spread your legs and lined himself up. “I—Fred—wait—”

“Just a little more,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go slow.”

But he didn’t. Not really.

Because the moment he sank into you, tight and warm and still twitching from your orgasm, his control shattered.

He groaned like you were the best feeling he’d ever known. “Fuck—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—how are you this perfect?”

You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re huge, Fred—oh my god—”

His pace started steady, but it didn’t stay that way.

Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, he went deeper. Harder. Faster.

Your legs instinctively locked around his shoulders again, heels digging into his back as he slammed into you over and over.

Your moans were shameless now,raw and honest and wrecked.

Fred leaned down, face close to yours, grinning like he’d just discovered treasure.

“You love it,” he panted. “Being fucked like this. All stretched out and cock-drunk for me.”

You nodded helplessly, tears in your eyes from how good it felt.

“Say it,” he demanded, breath hot on your lips. “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it—I love it, Fred, please—”

“Please what, baby?”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

His hand reached between you, fingers finding your clit again. Your body jolted at the stimulation, already too much and somehow not enough.

“You gonna come again for me?” he whispered, kissing your temple.

You nodded desperately. “Y-yeah—yes, fuck, please—”

“Good girl.”

That pushed you right over the edge.

You shattered beneath him with a scream, body spasming, stars bursting behind your eyes. Your walls clenched so tight around him, it pulled his orgasm out of him seconds later.

“Shit—Y/N—”

He buried himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer as he came hard inside you.

It was messy. Intense. Fucking glorious.

When he finally collapsed beside you, both of you breathless and sweaty and clinging to each other, the room was dead silent except for the ragged sounds of your breathing.

Then, softly:

“Still mad I interrupted your reading?”

You snorted into his chest. “I don’t even remember what the book was about.”

Fred chuckled, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. “Exactly.”

You both laid there for a moment, tangled in sheets and limbs and sweat, before he grabbed his wand and muttered a quick cleaning spell with a flick.

You sighed. “That’s cheating.”

He smirked. “That’s magic.”

A beat passed. Then, softly, Fred looked down at you.

“Y’know I love you, right?”

You blinked. Heat rose to your cheeks. “What?”

He smiled. No teasing. No joke. Just Fred,completely sincere.

“I love you, Y/N. Like... all the time. Even when you’re ignoring me for books.”

You cupped his cheek. “I love you too.”

His grin widened. “Even when I turn you into a puddle?”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.

“Especially then.”

[bucketsorbueckers]

Wishing you the best (in the worst way) - 2

Paige X Azzi

warning: language

a/n: doing something different. working in snippets of the social media. the outside world impacts them in a big way and tbh i kinda like getting a glimpse of whats happening instead of just alluding. not sure it'll stick. just ignore it if you hate it. idk if this will be one that gets a daily update but i will say im looooovin this dynamic. fun to write. so who knows. let me know what yall think <3

🏀 ESPN WNBA Official

📸 [Image: Paige Bueckers mid-shot, Azzi Fudd defending] FINAL: Wings 84, Mystics 83 Paige Bueckers sinks the game-winner over former UConn teammate Azzi Fudd in a heated reunion.  👀 Double technicals. Sideline tension. Postgame silence.  Fans are calling it the most personal game of the season.  “You could feel the history,” said one courtside commentator. “This wasn’t just about basketball.”

@/ZachLowe_NBA: Paige Bueckers doesn’t smirk for nothing. And Azzi Fudd doesn’t snap like that without provocation. There’s a story in that double tech, and it’s not in the box score. #WNBA

@/azzipaigesupremacy: i don’t CARE what it costs. someone get a forensic lip reader on staff. what did paige say right after azzi said “fuck you”??? i need to know #bueckersfudd #sayitagain

@/hoopsandhearts: Just a reminder: emotional regulation under stress is trained behavior. So when elite athletes break pattern—like Fudd did tonight—it tells you everything.#BodyLanguage #WNBA

@/uconndownbad: i would pay real money. real U.S. currency. for a slowed-down, 4K, 360° lip reading of that entire fight. get the FBI involved idc #wnba #someonehastherawfootage

@/pazzineverdied: me pre-game: they were just teammates lol me post-game: THAT WAS EMOTIONAL WARFARE AND I WOULD’VE TAKEN THE TECH TOO #pazzi #mentallyinshambles

@/fuddinghell: everyone’s like “i miss the old azzi” girl she’s been repressing a whole gay situationship for 3 years let her cook

@/blockedbybueckers: god gives his toughest battles to girls who used to date in secret and now play on national television <3

@/paigesbraid: paige bueckers hit a game-winner, smirked like a slut, and didn’t help her off the floor. be so serious. i too would still be in love.

Post game. 

Azzi’s POV

Azzi should’ve walked off the court. Straight to the tunnel. Straight to the locker room. But her legs wouldn’t move fast enough—like her body was still hoping for a rematch. One without a buzzer-beater. One without that fucking grin.

Her eyes scanned the court. Stands half-empty now. Staff sweeping the court as if it was just another game. But by the tunnel, a swarm of fans lingered—arms stretched out, voices raised, a mess of Wings and Mystics gear colliding in one shared obsession:

Paige Bueckers.

She stood right in the middle, twirling a Sharpie like it was part of the routine. Smiling like she hadn’t run her mouth all game. Wings jerseys. Mystics jerseys. Didn’t matter. They all reached for her like she was untouchable. Holy.

It made Azzi’s skin itch.

She slowed, heart hammering, jaw tight. Just enough to feel it. Just enough for Paige to glance up—mid-autograph, pen still poised. Their eyes met. Locked. Azzi expected Paige to look away. To pretend.

But she didn’t. Not a flicker. Not a flinch.

Just that infuriating calm. That quiet certainty that she’d won. That she’d landed the final blow. There was something in her eyes—something that dared Azzi to move, to speak, to crack.

Azzi’s breath hitched. Her heart stuttered. She could’ve said something. Should’ve. Anything to wipe that look off her face.

Instead, she stepped forward. Forced herself to pass. And that’s when it got worse.

“Wait!” someone shouted. “Can we get a photo of you two? My favorite backcourt!”

Her steps faltered. Just for a second. But it was enough.

More voices joined in—pleading, eager. “Just one picture!” “Please!” “You guys have to!”

Someone shoved a Sharpie toward her. Someone else raised their phone, already framing the shot.

Paige hadn’t moved. Still watching. Still holding Azzi’s gaze like a dare.

She heard the fans. Felt the heat of cameras already aimed. And then, the worst part, she saw Paige turn slightly toward her. Not smug. Not smiling. Just expectant. Like she knew Azzi wouldn’t say no. Like she knew she never had.

Azzi swallowed hard and stepped up beside her. The moment stretched.

Their shoulders brushed.

She felt it instantly. Paige’s skin hot through the sweat-slick of her own. Paige didn’t shift away. She leaned in, barely, just enough that their arms touched. Solid. Familiar. Azzi’s breath hitched.

Then Paige’s hand slid around her waist. Warm fingers pressing just above the hem of her jersey. Bare skin. Contact that shouldn’t have mattered but did.

Azzi froze. Every muscle locked up. Her heart thudded hard enough it felt like punishment. Like it was trying to claw out of her chest and into Paige’s hand.

The grip wasn’t tight. Wasn’t demanding. But it landed like a memory.

Long fingers, too familiar, pressing into her side with that old, quiet claim. Possessive in the way Paige never said out loud, but always meant. Her love language had never been words. It was touch. Always touch. The kind that lingered, even when it shouldn’t. Her knee. Her back. The soft dip of her hip.

Anywhere she could reach Azzi, she did. And now, her hand was right there again. Like instinct. And Azzi’s body—traitorous and aching—remembered.

Her heart stuttered. Sped up.  And she hated how easy it still was to feel undone by Paige fucking Bueckers.

She forced a smile just in time. The camera clicked. And then it was over.

Azzi jerked away the second the photo was taken, like the brush of Paige’s fingers had branded her. Burned her clean through. Paige let her go without a word.

Their eyes met, and for a second, the crowd disappeared. The noise dulled. The flashes stopped mattering.

It was just them. Again. Always. Then Paige tilted her head, just a little. Like she was about to say something real.

And instead: “Nice game, Fudd.”

Fudd.

Azzi felt it like a crack across the ribs. So sharp. So careful. So intentional.

Like they hadn’t shared a bed for three years. Like “Azzi” hadn’t lived soft and slurred in Paige’s mouth, whispered against her neck at 2 a.m.

Azzi, come here. Azzi, stay.

Like it wasn’t the same name she’d once traced with her fingers along Paige’s ribs, laughing while Paige squirmed under the sheets, breathless and half-serious—stop, unless you mean it.

And Azzi always meant it. That was the problem. That was the point. Azzi blinked. Her throat tightened.

“Thanks,” she said, voice clipped. Cool. “You always were good at finishing things.”

The words hung there. Heavy. Loaded. A perfect little dagger wrapped in politeness. Paige licked her lips. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say a word.

So Azzi gave her one more gift on the way out.

“See you, Bueckers.”

She spit the name like it tasted foul. Like it didn’t belong to someone who used to whisper hers like a secret—soft and hoarse, voice gone from practice, lips warm against the shell of her ear.

Like it wasn’t the name she’d murmured into Paige’s collarbone that night in Tampa, breathless and half-drunk on victory and champagne. The one she had tucked into her chest like it was safe there.

But now? It was spite. Something to throw between them like a wall.

She turned and walked away, every step a choice not to look back. Every step a reminder that she still could. But wouldn’t. Never again. 

As she walked to the locker room, Azzi tried to brace herself.

There was never really enough time to prepare for postgame press—win or loss, it always came fast. But this one carried an edge that scraped against every nerve.

She tried to talk herself down, tried to smooth it over in her head: just another game. Just another night. Just cameras and questions and bright lights she could blink through.

But her pulse was still thrumming from the photo. From the hand on her waist. From the name in Paige’s mouth like it meant nothing.

And not to mention, she’d picked up the first technical of her career.

Azzi wasn’t a stranger to talking her shit. She just usually knew how to do it without getting caught. Subtle digs, a smirk here, a comment under her breath as she walked away. She was good at keeping it pretty. Polished. Just enough charm to stay out of trouble.

Refs loved her. Couldn’t help it, apparently. A quick smile, a lowered gaze, and the heat of the moment somehow always belonged to someone else.

But tonight?

Tonight she hadn’t given a fuck.

Not with her bones still aching from the hit. Not with adrenaline buzzing through her teeth. And definitely not with Paige looking at her like she still knew her—like she could still read the shifts in her breath, the twitch in her jaw, the exact moment she was going to break.

Azzi had seen that look before. In locker rooms. In hotel hallways. In bedsheets tangled between them. And so she had lost it. 

She wasn’t proud of it. But she wasn’t exactly sorry either.

What she was sorry about was knowing that every single question waiting for her in that press room would revolve around that.

Not the game. Not her stat line. Not the near win.

Just the moment. The stare. The shove.

And she’d have to dance around the truth like she was paid to do it—smile through it, say something polished and fake, like “We’re both competitors” or “It’s all love at the end of the day.”

Most of the world didn’t know she and Paige had dated. Some did—Uconn teammates, their families, a few current observant teammates who weren’t as clueless as they acted.

But even they didn’t get it. Didn’t get how bad it had gone down.

Not really.

They didn’t know Azzi had helped Paige pack the box herself. Folded the pullover, the t-shirt, the half-used bottle of her perfume Paige always stole. Taped the top shut and labeled it with a sharpie—your favorite <3—because back then, she’d still believed that meant something.

And then, that night, Paige had kicked the same box over. Didn’t trip over it. Didn’t set it aside. Kicked it, shoving it toward Azzi with her foot like it was trash.

“Take your shit back,” she said, voice cold. Flat. “No fucking use for it now.”

Azzi’s vision had went white-hot.

She reached up, unclasped the necklace from around her neck. The delicate chain, the little silver 5 Paige had given her just days earlier, like she was still pretending this meant something. Like she hadn’t already checked out. Like she wasn’t halfway out the fucking door.

Azzi didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even look at her.

She dropped it on Paige’s desk with a hard, ugly thud. And then, without blinking, she said it:

“Go find some girl who’ll make her whole life about hyping you up. That’s what you want, right? A fan. Not a fucking equal.”

Azzi blinked the memory away as she stepped into the locker room, the fluorescent lights sharp against her already fraying nerves. She knew she had maybe five minutes before press. Tops. Just enough time to pull herself together, barely.

She made her way to the mirror and ran a hand over her hair, trying to smooth it down. Her reflection stared back, drawn and worn thin. She looked like she hadn’t slept in months. Maybe she hadn’t, not really.

She sighed.

“You ready?”

Azzi turned. Sonia stood a few feet back, arms crossed, watching her closely.

“Give me two minutes.”

Sonia nodded, but didn’t move.

“All good?”

Azzi let out a breath, sharp and humorless. “What do you think?”

Sonia raised an eyebrow. “Honesty hour from Azzi Fudd? Rare. Might want to keep that locked down before we head out. They’re gonna be focused on nothing but Bueckers.”

Azzi scoffed, tugging her warmup over her head. “Nothing new.”

Sonia stepped forward, gave her a solid pat on the back—the kind that was half comfort, half bracing.

“We’ll get our lick back,” she said. “Don’t worry. Karma’s quick like that.”

Azzi didn’t answer. Just nodded once, sharp. Because if karma really was coming, she hoped it wore number 35.

They walked to the media room in silence. The room quieted the moment they entered—but it was the kind of silence that buzzed. Like tension coiled under every breath.

Azzi followed Coach to the front table, her warmup sleeves pushed halfway up her arms, hands shoved into the pockets like they might help her stay grounded. She took the seat beside Coach, Sonia beside her, and forced herself to meet the moment.

Azzi exhaled slowly, then looked up—and immediately regretted it.

The media room was packed. Wall to wall. More crowded than usual. Phones out, recorders already rolling. Every face pointed straight at her like she was the headline. Like they weren’t even pretending otherwise.

Fantastic, she thought, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek.

Coach leaned forward to adjust the mic. Sonia nudged her knee gently. Azzi straightened her spine. Fixed her expression.  The media coordinator stood to her right, clearing her throat into the mic.

“We’ll begin with questions for Coach and the players,” she said, eyes scanning the crowd like she was daring anyone to step out of line. “Please state your name and outlet before your question. Let’s keep it respectful.”

“Azzi—” “Coach—what’s your take on the fourth quarter rotation—” “Azzi, was the shove personal?” “Can you talk about the moment at the end with Paige—”

“Hold up,” the coordinator said, raising a hand. “One at a time. We’ll start with Rachel.”

Rachel, from The Athletic, stood up with her recorder already rolling. “Azzi, Rachel King, The Athletic. Can you walk us through the moment in the second when you and Paige collided? 

Azzi kept her face unreadable, even as her stomach turned.

She leaned forward, adjusted the mic slowly. “It was a physical game,” she said evenly. “We both want to win. That’s all.”

Someone else raised a hand. “Azzi, James Fletcher from AP. That was your first career technical. You’re usually known for keeping your composure. Can you talk about what led to that moment?”

Azzi paused. Her thumb tapped once against the table before she caught herself.

“I play hard,” she said. “Sometimes that means getting heated. I stand by how I competed tonight.”

More questions followed but for the most part, Azzi remained unruffled. Almost. 

The conference was winding down. The room had started to shift—reporters checking their notes, cameras dipping, the usual post-press shuffle beginning to settle in. But one hand still lingered, hovering near the back.

Matt. From The Sun.

Azzi clocked him immediately.

He was one of those reporters. Always walked right up to the edge of what was appropriate, asked the kind of questions that got quote traction on Twitter. Never disrespectful, just dangerous.

And sure enough, the media coordinator hesitated. You could see it in the way her eyes narrowed, like she was already regretting the decision. But she nodded anyway.

“Matt, The Sun,” he said, standing. “My question is for Azzi.”

Sonia nudged Azzi’s knee under the table—subtle, but not subtle. Surprise. Azzi didn’t look at her. Just kept her eyes on Matt.

He cleared his throat. “You and Paige Bueckers spent four years together at UConn. Most would say you were nearly inseparable. But tonight…” he paused, letting the words hang for effect, “ But now, I’d call it quite the opposite.”

The room tensed. Everyone bracing for what came next.

“You didn’t speak pregame. You walked off before the final buzzer. Even the photo the fans begged for felt…tense. Can you help us understand the shift?”

Azzi blinked. Once. Then twice. Her jaw tensed, but only slightly. Just enough for Sonia to glance at her like, don’t.

She leaned forward, tapped the mic once.

“We’re both professionals,” she said, tone controlled, practiced. “We showed up. We played hard. That’s the only shift that matters.”

She was already moving on in her head. Ready for the next question, ready to be done.

But Matt didn’t sit down.

“Which is fair,” he said, smoothly. Too smoothly. “But we see cross-organizational friendships all the time. Players training together in the off-season, showing support online, swapping jerseys after the game. And yet there was… none of that tonight.”

Azzi blinked, thrown. Not by the words, but by the fact that he kept going. That he was still talking.

“So I guess my question is… are you two still friends?”

The question landed so plainly, so cleanly, it didn’t give her time to brace. It stripped away the buffer most reporters wrapped their speculation in. No metaphor. No euphemism. Just that word—friends—cutting through the air like it still meant something.

For a second, she didn’t seem to know what to do. Not with her hands, not with her expression, not with the heat blooming fast and sharp behind her eyes.

Her gaze flicked to the coordinator. Then to the floor. Then, briefly, to Sonia. The room held its breath.

The media coordinator stepped in before Azzi could.

“Let’s keep the questions to basketball,” she said firmly, already half-rising from her seat. “The players’ personal lives are not on the table tonight.”

A beat.

“And it seems we’re out of time. Thanks, everyone. Go Mystics.”

The moment scattered but Azzi didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Sonia tugged on her arm, forcing her up. 

“Come on, Az,” She muttered. “Don’t give 'em what they want.”

Azzi let herself be dragged out. Sonia’s hand at her elbow, guiding her like she might shatter or swing if left to her own devices. The hallway was too bright. Too loud. Her head buzzed with every flash of that question still echoing. Are you and Paige Bueckers still friends?

And of course—because this day already had its application in for worst day of her life—the Wings were making their way in.

Paige and Arike, side by side.

Arike said something loud enough to carry—something about the tunnel playlist being trash—and Paige laughed. Really laughed. Like it was a good night. 

Azzi stopped. Mid-stride. She didn’t mean to, but her body refused to move forward.

Sonia tensed beside her. “Let it go,” she said softly.

But Paige spotted her before she could. Of course she did. She always did. Her smile faltered only for a second. Like she was deciding whether or not to cross a line.

She did.

Paige stepped forward, just a little, eyes not leaving Azzi’s. Then, with the kind of performative casualness that made Azzi want to throw something, she turned slightly. Spoke to Sonia instead.

“Hey, Sonia.”

Sonia raised her brows, arms crossing with practiced ease. “Paige.”

"Played great tonight. That three in the fourth? Cold.”

Sonia tilted her head. “Was easy once Azzi folded you with that screen.”

From behind, Arike snorted. “Damn. She ate your ass up.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but the flicker of a grin gave her away. Then her gaze returned to Azzi. And this time, it stuck. Too long. Too familiar. Too everything.

Then, back to Sonia

“Make sure she eats something tonight.”

The words scaped something raw. Spoken softly and gently. And somehow that made it worse. Like Paige still had the right.

Azzi’s jaw clenched. Her body went still. She snapped her head up. Paige was still facing Sonia, casual as ever. Like she hadn’t just crossed a line with a smile and her signature voice wrapped around her.

“Don’t do that,” she said, low and venomous. “You don’t get to fucking do that.”

Paige’s expression barely shifted. Just the slightest press of her lips. A shrug that wasn’t indifferent, just resigned.

“Some things don’t turn off,” she said. “You know that.”

And then she was walking again. Past them. Gone. Arike trailing behind with a single glance over her shoulder.

 Paige’s POV

There were too many hands reaching for her.

Jerseys. Hats. Phones shoved inches from her face. Someone was already yelling MVP! like the league hadn’t played three weeks of games. Another kid waved a sign that said PAIGE I FLEW 800 MILES TO SEE YOU PLAY. PIC?

Paige grinned.

She signed the shoe, the ball, the baby-sized jersey. Let the flashes pop. Let the crowd attempt to speak over each other. She’d earned it. Hit the shot. Shut the building up. Won the game. Reminded the league that she was back. 

It was what she was supposed to do. Even if her ribs still buzzed from the hit she took in the third. Even if her shoulder would bruise in the exact shape of Azzi Fudd’s body.

She rolled it once, shook it off.

Someone handed her a sharpie she didn’t like—too thin. She swapped it for her own without looking.

That was the thing about moments like this: you didn’t think. You didn’t flinch. You just soaked it up and stayed in motion. She was still riding the high when it happened.

That shift. That drop in the air like the temperature had dipped ten degrees.

Paige didn’t look up right away. She felt it first. That invisible pull. The awareness she still couldn’t shut off no matter how much time had passed. Finally, she raised her eyes.

Azzi. Walking toward the tunnel. Jaw tight, her expression unreadable—except to Paige. Paige could always read her.

Their eyes met. A beat too long to be casual.

“Wait!”  A voice cut through the noise. “Can we get a photo of you two? My favorite backcourt!”

Her pen paused. Just a fraction of a second. But enough. And then the chorus started—fans jumping in like they were rehearsed.

“Just one picture!” “Please!” “You have to!”

Phones were up. A Sharpie was thrust toward her again, but Paige didn’t move. She was already looking at her. Azzi. Staring like she wanted to disappear and rip the floor open at the same time.

Paige didn’t say anything. Didn’t smile. Just turned slightly toward her. Expectant. Open, but not soft. Like she knew Azzi wouldn’t say no. Like she never had. And sure enough—Azzi stepped in beside her.

The first thing that hit her was the smell of vanilla and sweat. So familiar it made something long buried ache. Azzi slid into the space beside her. The space that had always seemed to belong to her.  Their shoulders brushed.

It was stupid, how much she felt it. The heat. The sweat. The exact shape of her.

She leaned in, barely. Just enough to make sure Azzi felt her back. Contact. Real. Unavoidable. Hers.

Like instic, she slid an arm around Azzi’s waist, fingers slipping under the edge of her jersey, which had ridden up, half-tucked into the bottom of her sports bra, leaving a strip of skin exposed. Warm fingers on bare skin. A spot she remembered without trying.

Just slightly, Paige bent her fingers, pressing into that familiar, soft space—the one that used to make Azzi sigh in her sleep, shifting closer even when there was nowhere left to go. Azzi froze. Paige felt the tension hit her through the fabric like static, like her body still remembered who it belonged to.

She licked her lips, stealing one more glance.

They were close—too close. Close enough that Paige could make out the scar in Azzi’s eyebrow, the one from her brothers. The one Paige used to trace with her thumb when things were quiet.

Close enough to see the smooth skin just beneath her jaw, flushed from the game.

Close enough to remember how it felt to kiss her there.

She held her breath. Didn’t move. Didn’t dare. The camera clicked. And that was it.

Azzi jerked away like she’d been burned, and for a second, Paige swore she could still feel the echo of her there. Like her hand had left a mark. Like she’d carved something in.

She didn’t look at the crowd. Didn’t smile for the next fan. She looked at Azzi.

Just them now. Again. Always.

Everything else faded. But instead—

“Nice game, Fudd.”

She watched Azzi flinch like the sound of it hurt. And Paige knew why.

The use of her last name was clinical. Deliberate. A scalpel dressed up as sportsmanship.

Her tone—controlled, sharp—was just as intentional. It held none of the gentleness Paige had always reserved for Azzi. None of the softness she used to carry in her voice when they were alone.

The early mornings, when they were still half-asleep, tangled in sheets that smelled like vanilla and lavender detergent, the sun sneaking in through half-closed blinds. In the quiet hours after hard games, when Azzi would sit on the floor, still in her socks, refusing to look up because she’d missed one shot in the third that no one but her remembered.

Paige used to kneel in front of her, thumb tracing that scar in her brow, palms pressed warm against her cheeks.

You’re good enough for this, she’d murmur, lips barely brushing skin. I wouldn’t want anyone else out there with me, Az.

But that voice didn’t exist tonight.  Not here. Not for her. So she called her Fudd. And watched the blade land exactly where she’d aimed. Azzi paused for only a moment. 

“Thanks,” Azzi said, voice clipped. Cool. “You always were good at finishing things.”

The words hit harder than they should’ve. Paige felt them like a bruise beneath her ribs—deep, quiet, slow to bloom. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t let her smile drop. That would’ve given Azzi too much.

But her jaw ticked. Just once.

Finishing things.

She knew what Azzi meant by that. It wasn’t about the shot. It was never just about the game. It was about that night. The one they didn’t talk about. The one they carried like shrapnel.

Azzi blamed her. Always had. So, no, Paige wasn’t surprised. Not really.

But that didn’t make it easier to hear. Didn’t make it sting any less coming out of Azzi’s mouth like it was fact. Like Paige was the one who ended it with clean hands and a smile.

Like she hadn’t stood there stunned while Azzi  took the first shot.

Because that part no one knew. Azzi had been the first to bare her teeth. The first to say the words that still echoed in Paige’s head all these years. 

Fuck Paige. It’s something you could never understand.

And maybe she couldn’t. Maybe she still didn’t. But Azzi hadn’t even given her a fair chance. Just had blown up the fracturing ground they stood on. 

And Paige?

She did what she always did. She finished it.

When she blinked the memory away, Azzi was already walking away. Paige’s gaze lingered on her silhouette until it disappeared into the tunnel. And then, because what else was there to do, she turned back to the crowd still waiting for her. She smiled. The kind that felt too heavy in her jaw.  The kind that made her molars ache.

She signed two more balls. Answered a few more questions. Let the cameras catch her at the right angle. And then she was gone.

Nai barely looked up as Paige walked in the locker room, just cocked her head from where she sat unlacing her sneakers, ice pack melting slowly against her knee.

“You need your own tunnel now?” Nai asked.

Paige didn’t laugh. Just dropped onto the nearest stool and muttered, “Shut up.”

Nai smirked, not missing a beat. "Nah, for real. You bout to start giving out autographs mid-game? Or we saving that for playoffs?”

Paige rolled her eyes, grabbed a towel, and wiped her face.

“Shocked by that technical,” Nalyssa said, taking the seat beside Nai. “Thought you had refs wrapped around your finger.”

Paige snorted. “Usually do.”

Nalyssa leaned back, easy. “You lose your charm, or just forgot to use it?”

Paige cracked the faintest grin. “Hard to talk your way out of a mid-court shove match.”

“Please. If your charm wasn’t working, that block would’ve been a flagrant and a half.” Nai pointed out. 

Paige just shrugged, “Can’t blame me for being likable.”

Nai let out a laugh. “Yeah, you’re so likable. That’s why your first game back, someone’s already trying to fight you.”

Paige stood, stretched her legs like she hadn’t heard it. She didn’t answer.

Because her mind was already on it. Replaying the moment, the shove, the stare, the camera flash. How it looked. How it would play.

She was already drafting lines in her head.  Just two competitors going at it. All love off the court. People love to read into things.

She knew how this worked. Say enough to satisfy, not enough to confirm. Keep it clean. Keep it controlled. She could bend the narrative to whatever she wanted out there. Just had to do it right. Which she would. 

Eventually, a handler came and grabbed her and Arike from the locker room.  They walked side by side, whispering as they moved down the hallway, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.

“The tunnel music was shit,” Arike said, just loud enough to echo.

That made Paige laugh. Really laugh. The kind that cracked open her jaw and felt too easy. Like it was a good night. And technically? It was.

Game-winner. Headlines. The kind of comeback you thought about but could’ve never planned.. She should’ve felt untouchable.

But then, Azzi came into view, being escorted from the media room, looking like she was entirely zoned out. And Paige stumbled. Mid-step. Caught. Like her body had betrayed her before her pride could catch up.

Sonia was at Azzi’s side, already saying something low—probably something reasonable. Paige didn’t care. Her smile slipped for just a second. Just long enough to ask herself if it was worth it.

And as with most things when it came to Azzi—It was.

She stepped forward. Not much. Just enough to feel like she still had control.

Eyes locked on Azzi’s. And then, with a flick of her head, like it didn’t matter, she turned to Sonia instead.

“Hey, Sonia.”

Sonia crossed her arms without missing a beat. “Paige.”

Paige tilted her head. “Played great tonight. That three in the fourth? Cold.”

Sonia barely blinked. “Was easy once Azzi folded you with that screen.”

Behind her, Arike let out a snort. “Damn. She ate your ass up.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. Couldn’t help it. She’d always liked Sonia. They’d come up in the same draft class, shared enough flights and time together to build something close to mutual respect. Sonia was smart. Tough. Took no shit. Paige admired that.

But tonight?

She could feel the tension rolling off her like heat. Protective in a way that wasn’t performative. In a way that said, I know what you did, and I don’t forgive you.

She looked back at Azzi then. Really looked.

And there it was—beneath the glare, beneath the set jaw and clipped shoulders—tired. Not the kind that came from a game. Not even from losing. But the kind that lived behind the eyes. Bone-deep. The kind Paige used to see in hotel mirrors when they were both trying to survive.

Azzi looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Like holding it together had become its own kind of sport.

And that? That did something. Something Paige didn’t have a name for. Something that crawled under her skin and sat heavy.

For a second, just one, her anger blinked. Not gone. Just softened at the edges. She hated that softness. Hated how fast it found her, how reflexive it still was. And like a bad habit, she opened her mouth before she could think it through. 

Looking back at Sonia, she let the words out quiet. Almost gentle. The way you say something when you mean it and hope it won’t show.

“Make sure she eats something tonight.”

She’d said it to be thoughtful. Or maybe it was thoughtless. She couldn’t be sure. All she knew was, she still knew Azzi Fudd. Even now. Even after all of it.

She knew how Azzi got when things spiraled. How she shut down, shut in. How she'd climb into bed, fully clothed, lights off, food untouched, and stay there until her body forced her up again.

And Paige had no idea if her new team knew that. Did they check on her? Did they even see it?

The thought of someone else knowing Azzi like that—reading her tells, finishing her sentences, knowing exactly what she needed—It made something sour rise in Paige’s throat. But still, she needed to make sure the woman was taken care of.

So she said it. Because she cared. Because she was possessive. Because she didn’t know the difference anymore.

But the second it left her mouth, she regretted it. Because Azzi turned. Eyes sharp, wide. Like Paige had reached in and touched something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Don’t do that,” she said. Low. Controlled. Wrecked. “You don’t get to fucking do that.”

Paige didn’t fight it. Didn’t bite back. Just pressed her lips together and gave the only honest thing she had left.

“Some things don’t turn off.”

And then she forced her feet forward, not trusting either of them not to make a scene. She kept her eyes forward, spine straight, every step deliberate. Didn’t look back. Wouldn’t. 

She stepped into the media room, and it hit all at once. Lights, lenses, the low murmur that always quieted the second she entered.

Every camera was already trained on her. Of course it was crowded. She knew why. She’d given them a story. Not just a shot, not just a win—a story.

One worth sticking around for, even though it was nearly 10 PM. Even though the game was over. Especially because the game was over.

She adjusted her jersey and took her seat, water bottle in front of her, mic already too close. The chair felt smaller than usual. Or maybe the room just felt fuller.

The media coordinator—a woman in navy with a headset and eyes that had seen too much—stepped to the podium and cleared her throat.

“We’ll begin with questions for Paige,” she said. “Please state your name and outlet before asking. We’ll try to keep this orderly—no shouting.”

Which, of course, meant there would be shouting. A dozen hands went up. The coordinator pointed to someone in the front row.

“James Fletcher, AP,” the man said. “Paige, first game back. Game-winner. Thirty-one points. What did it feel like to have a night like this after so much time off?”

Paige leaned forward slightly. This one was easy.

“Good,” she said, flashing a half-smile. “I missed it. You don’t realize how much until you’re watching from the sideline. So yeah. Felt right.”

More hands.

“Rachel King, The Athletic. There was some tension on the court late in the game. You and Azzi Fudd were seen exchanging—well, not words, but something. Can you speak to that dynamic?”

There it was. Paige smiled again. This one tighter.

“Azzi’s a competitor,” she said, voice steady. “Always has been. She plays hard. So do I.” She paused. Let the silence almost stretch. “That’s what you saw.”

“So nothing personal?” someone else asked, too quickly.

The coordinator held up a hand. “Let’s keep it to one question at a time.”

“Tasha Briggs, ESPN. Was there any extra pressure knowing this was your return? The crowd, the cameras, the matchup?”

Paige shrugged.

“There’s always pressure,” she said. “But pressure’s not new. I’ve played in bigger games. I’ve lost in bigger games. This one just happened to come with a little more attention.”

Hands lingered. She answered every question they threw at her—some skimming the edge of too personal, most sticking to the script. And she appreciated it, in a way. The restraint. The professionalism.

But just as things started to wind down, another hand shot up in the back.

The media coordinator visibly sighed into the mic. “Matt.”

He stood slowly. “Matt Kendall, The Sun. Big fan, Paige.”

She didn’t flinch. “Much appreciated.”

He smiled.  “Was tonight just a game between two great players, or was there something you were trying to prove?”

Paige arched a brow. “That’s very unspecific.”

Matt didn’t blink. “Fair.” He folded his arms. “There’s been a lot of speculation about the nature of your relationship with Fudd. UConn days, most people would’ve called you inseparable. Since then—nothing. Silence. And after tonight, a lot of people would call it... hostile. So.” A beat. The air in the room shifted. Cameras leaned in. “Is that specific enough for you?”

Paige sat still. The media coordinator’s voice broke the silence. 

“Second warning, Matt. Keep the questions to the game, not-”

“It’s alright,” Paige said, cutting clean through the coordinator’s warning.

Her voice didn’t rise. If anything, it dropped. The kind of tone that made people listen harder. The room quieted all over again. Every camera reset its focus. Every pen hovered. She looked at Matt. Not angry. Just...measured.

“I get it,” she said. “It’s a good angle. Two former teammates. A close game. A little contact. Makes for great headlines.” She let that breathe. “But if people want to call it hostile, that’s on them. I know what it was.” An intentional pause. “She’s a competitor. So am I.”

She could hear pencils scratching against paper. Recorders clicking on. A throat clearing. She dragged her eyes across the room.

There was one terrible truth about Paige: Hand her a match, and she couldn’t help but strike it. Couldn’t help but watch it burn—just to prove she wasn’t fireproof.

It wasn’t about the attention. It was about the edge. The heat. The feeling.

And tonight, somewhere between the podium and the tunnel, her chest was still tight with the one word she couldn’t say.

Azzi.

She hadn’t spoken her name. Not once. But it was there—woven into every question. Lurking under every stare. Sitting heavy in every silence.

And Paige could feel it. Like the heat of a flame too close to her skin. She wanted to let it burn. Just long enough to prove it wasn’t all in her head.

So, she opened her mouth one more time. Struck the match. Stupidly, maybe. But Paige Bueckers had never claimed to be wise. 

“As for our relationship,” she said, voice even. Every head in the room snapped up. She let the pause hang. Just long enough for everyone to lean in. “Well.” A shrug. A smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You’d have to ask her.”

Arike flashed her wide eyes. Warning but not surprised and Paige shrugged. 

“Any more questions?” The media coordinator said. Voice tight like the tension was strangling even her. Plenty of hands raised. But the woman looked to a man in the third row. 

“Last question. Let’s go to Jared Bloom, Fox Sports.”

“What’s next, Paige?”

Not what she expected, but relieving all the same. She cracked her knuckles under the table. Kept her voice easy. Smiled. 

“Rest. Film. Practice. Then we go again.”

[gottencents]

Next To You - Jennie Kim

pairing. idol!jennie x bp!added!member!reader

synopsis. during a late-night gaming stream, y/n becomes so engrossed in playing baldur’s gate 3 that she completely loses track of time

the room is dimly lit, the glow of y/n’s monitor illuminating her face as she clicks furiously at her keyboard. her focus is completely locked on the screen, her character in baldur’s gate 3 sneaking through a dungeon.

“alright, shadowheart, let’s not mess this up,” y/n mutters under her breath. she’s completely immersed, ignoring the faint buzz of her phone on the desk beside her.

on her phone screen, missed notifications pile up:

lisa: y/n, get off the game.

lisa: seriously, it’s almost 4 am.

lisa: jennie’s going to kill you if she wakes up.

but y/n doesn’t see it. she’s too busy strategizing her next move in the game. that is until the door to her room suddenly bursts open, and jennie, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama shorts, storms in with her hair slightly messy.

“y/n, get off the fucking game!” jennie yells, startling y/n so much that she nearly jumps out of her chair.

“holy—jennie!” y/n quickly mutes her mic and spins her chair around to face her. “what’s going on?”

“what’s going on?” jennie echoes, her voice sharp. “it’s four in the morning, and you’re still yelling at a computer screen! i can’t sleep with you screaming about spells and—whatever it is you’re doing!”

y/n’s mouth opens, but before she can respond, jennie sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of her nose. “sorry. i didn’t mean to yell… or curse. it’s just… it’s so loud, and it’s so late. can you please turn it off?”

y/n blinks, feeling a pang of guilt. “oh, jennie, i’m sorry. i didn’t realize it was that late. i didn’t mean to keep you up.”

jennie crosses her arms, still looking frustrated but clearly softening as y/n speaks. “i know you didn’t, but come on. you’ve been at this for hours.”

y/n scratches the back of her neck, looking sheepish. “okay, okay. i’ll log off. but, uh…” she pauses, glancing back at her screen, then back at jennie. “before i do, i need your opinion on something really important.”

jennie raises an eyebrow, confused. “what could possibly be important right now?”

“should i romance shadowheart or not?” y/n asks, completely serious, her expression earnest.

jennie stares at her, dumbfounded. “…what?”

“shadowheart,” y/n repeats, gesturing toward the screen. “she’s this really cool cleric, super mysterious, kind of edgy. i think she’s into me—well, my character. but, like, i don’t know if i should go for it. what do you think?”

jennie looks at y/n like she’s grown another head. “y/n, i don’t even know what you’re talking about. i just want to sleep.”

y/n grins, trying to lighten the mood. “okay, okay. forget shadowheart. let’s talk about you instead.”

jennie narrows her eyes suspiciously. “what about me?”

“you’re gorgeous, you know that? like, stunning even at four am,” y/n says with a playful smile, leaning back in her chair.

jennie’s frustration melts into a mix of flustered confusion and exasperation. “y/n… stop trying to distract me with compliments.”

“but it’s true,” y/n insists, grinning wider.

jennie shakes her head, muttering something under her breath as she turns to leave. “goodnight, y/n. turn off the game. i’m serious.”

as the door closes behind her, y/n can’t help but chuckle softly before turning back to her stream and saying to her viewers, “well, that happened. guess it’s time to log off before jennie disowns me.”

the next morning, clips of the late-night interaction surface online, and fans go wild:

“did y/n just flirt with jennie in the middle of an argument???”

“jennie storming in at 4 am and y/n asking about shadowheart… iconic.”

“they’ve been shipped for years, and now this?!”

“y/n calling jennie stunning at 4 am… goals.”

the moment becomes an instant meme, cementing y/n and jennie as the internet’s favorite “married couple.”

[authorhjk1]

Hello writer! I happened to stumble across your work while browsing on tumblr and liked your idea about idols in dresses and making a story about them.

Here’s a very nice one of Irene with easy to take off and easy to access top and bottom features, you get the drift (wink). Hoping you can make something amazing out of it. Have a great day/week ahead of you.

Green

(Bae Irene X Male Reader)

"Keeping going!"

Irene let's her head sink onto the makeup table.

You make her body and the table rock back and forth. She reaches between her legs with one hand, while the other keeps the hair out of her face.

You look through the mirror at Irene. The plastic straps of her dress left her shoulder minutes ago. Her tits slightly swing with every thrust into her. You reach forward taking one of them into your hand, kneading it, before you pinch her nipple.

"Oh, baby!"

Irene moans at your touch. Your cock pushes deeper into her pussy, pushing her further against the table.

"We don't have much time left, guys."

Joy looks at the two of you, watching her leader getting fucked from behind, before looking back at her phone. The other members are sitting next to her, waiting for their next performance. Another group is currently on stage and Red Velvet has to be back in a couple of minutes.

Time for you to up your game.

"It was quite obvious that you were wearing this while you were on stage."

You tease Irene by reaching down, slightly pulling at the metal plug inside her ass.

She moans loudly as you come to a hold.

"Please. Use my ass."

She sighs as you start to pull the plug out. The green emerald matches her dress.

You put it there this morning, knowing that it will make Irene a horny mess for the rest of the day. Her hole clenches onto the metal as more and more of it leaves her. She takes heavy breaths as you see her legs quiver.

Finally, you've pulled the plug out all the way.

"You have at least one tight hole."

Irene gasps as you press against her ring of muscles.

You've been her boyfriend for some time now. And over the years, you've found out that Irene likes to be treated lie a slut in the bedroom. That doesn't just include free-use sex whenever and wherever you want. But also degrading. Irene gets off on the fact that she is getting older, while you are younger than her. And so you occasionally tell her how "loose" she is becoming, or how she is losing her flexibility.

Even the thought of being only a hole for you to fuck makes, the otherwise prideful, respectable, responsible Irene a wet mess. She is completely different compared to being on stage, when she is with you. Submissive, obedient, someone you can boss around.

The plug might have been your idea, when you started putting it inside of her, while she was still asleep this morning. But, knowing your intentions, Irene enjoyed the feeling of waking up with something inside her ass.

"Holy fuck!"

Irene cries out as you bottom out inside of her. The ring of muscles around your cock squeezes you almost painfully tight. You pull back halfway, before thrusting into her again. Slow, but as deep as you can go.

Looking at her through the mirror, another movement behind you catches your eye. Yeri has looked up from her phone. You expect her to do something else and ignore you, since this isn't by far the worst you did to Irene, while her members were in the room. But she shamelessly stares at the two of you from behind.

You are about to call her out, when suddenly, Irene climaxes on the table. You almost lose your breath as her asshole squeezes around your cock, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

"Oh my god! Cuming!"

Irene has a habit of always warning you too late.

You almost climax yourself as you try to prolong your own orgasm as long as possible. Still driving yourself into Irene's ass again and again, you look back at Yeri through the mirror.

She is back to looking at her phone again, but you could swear there is a light blush on her cheeks.

"Babe, please. I have to go soon."

Irene moans, a little weaker than before, while you fuck her ass, letting your hands wander over her tits and her ass cheeks.

She lets you do pretty much everything to her. This scene alone is proof enough. You are buried deep inside Irene's ass, while her members are only meters away, used to the two of you by now. She is about to go on stage, while you fuck her hard and deep, knowing she would have trouble walking later. Even more while dancing.

Could you take it even further? Could you tell her to stay and miss the performance, so you can fuck her longer?

It's something you would never actually consider. The thought does drive you close to your orgasm though. The other girls performing on stage, while their leader is getting fucked in her dressing room like a slut.

"Fuck, Irene."

You groan, signaling her that you are about to cum. You realize that the "were" wasn't decided yet. Since she isn't wearing panties...

"Just put it back in. Please, let me feel it."

She must've read your thoughts, her needy whine sounds more desperate than it usually does. It takes you a second to realize what she means.

The thought alone almost makes you cum. Irene's asshole is the thing that finally pushes you over the edge though.

Whit a loud groan, you bury yourself to the hilt inside Irene's tight ass. You hold onto both of her cheeks painfully tight as you unload inside of her. Irene moans and whines, feeling your semen invade her guts.

You barely hear the members behind you standing up and getting ready. You are too focused on your orgasm. When it finally does wear off, you look at Irene's face through the mirror, after she lifted her head. Her post sex expression makes you hard again, some of her hair is sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

You reach for the metal plug and start to pull your cock out of her ass. A small trail of your cum does escape, but you are able to trap most of it inside Irene's ass, by putting the butt plug where it belongs.

Irene reaches between her legs, scooping up your cum off her leg.

"Thank you, baby."

She is out of breath, but ready to perform again, now that you've filled her with cum. Once she turns around and fixes her dress, you give her a deep kiss. You watch her and her members leave the room before you go back to your seat. You don't want to miss out on watching your girlfriend on stage.

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-GOOD BOYS [4]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader

Synopsis: continuation of pt 3. You have pure chaos going on in your home with these marks that you barely know…maybe 1 on 1 will have you get even a slight grasp of how they work

W.C: 5.6k (HOLY SHITTTT)

Warnings: continuation of my last parts (if you don’t read those parts this shit WILL NOT make sense), biting, mentions of bruises and scars, piercing mentions, lots of swearing/bickering, a buncha quickys, corny dialogue, story seems to be all over the place (sorry 😕) also not proof read

A/N (there’s alot): HOLY FUCKING SHIT BRUH. I’ve been so fucking busy I haven’t even been able to write shit I wrote this in two hours while struggling and trying to really get their personality’s written good. Literally banging my head against a wall. Anyway, thank you all for all the fucking support on my post and this series and I hope this part won’t make you absolutely hate it and me. I literally went back and removed major chunks from the story and rewrote atleast 7 parts/srs. Please enjoy this and if not just tell me if it sucks lmao.

You woke up sweaty as hell—regaining your senses all at once. It smelled like food was burning, fog was coming from the bottom of your room's bathroom door, and you felt pressed down into the bed. Way too much was going on and you had to regain order in your house.

You looked down to see what this weight was on top of you and it was viltrumite mark. You shook him trying to get him off of you.

“Hey…get up…” you said in a groggy tone as he just ignored you holding onto you tighter. You pushed yourself up as best as you could against his tight hold—you felt like you were gonna fucking pop.

“Let go you…” you squirmed more and more until you eventually had enough—pinching his torso. As soon as he dropped you—you booked it to the next issue at hand. You ran to the kitchen seeing your mark and sinister mark arguing while the food was fucking burning.

“Have you two lost your damn minds!” You had just woken up and already had to deal with bullshit. You almost grabbed a hot pan without a mit—you were going nuts as you put out the fire as best as you could. You were dashing toward each issue since they clearly didn’t know how to act like adults.

One more fucking issue to deal with—Mohawk Mark was in your bathroom using up your water. You eventually got the door down seeing him cutting the sides of his hair again. You wanted to be mad at him but he was the only one actually doing…good?

“What…what are you doing.” You asked a question you already had an answer to just wanting to start a conversation with him as you walked into the bathroom closer to him.

“Cutting my hair duh—finally woke up I see.” He said in a cocky tone as he was trying his best to focus on his hair.

“Here…Gimmie-“You snatched the clippers from his hand as he looked annoyed. You just pushed him down onto the toilet seat having him sit still while you reshaved his sides. He’d never admit it but he was thankful for the help.

“Better not be fucking up my hair.” He scowled out as he was nervous. He hadn’t had anyone else do this for him he’d always do it himself.

“Hey, relax I know what I’m doing jackass” you snapped back at him as he was honestly impressed by your quick comeback. You eventually finished before pulling him up so he could look in the mirror.

“So…what are we thinking?” You asked with a slight excitement in your voice—you honestly impressed yourself with your work.

“Honestly…I’m thinking it’s fucking amazing.” He said before putting his hand on your hair messing it up. He was grateful for your help but he was still gonna be an asshole from time to time. You tried to act annoyed but honestly just smiled at his antics.

“So…what can I do to repay you?” He asked before leaning down closer to you. His face was practically an inch away from yours as he was messing with you. You genuinely didn’t respect him of all people to want to repay you, you didn’t mind it of course it was just out of the blue.

“You can clean my fucking house with the rest of them!” You said with a smile on your face but you were dead serious. He clearly looked against that idea so he just suggested something else.

“I got a better idea.” He wasted no time picking you up and putting you on the sink counter. Before you could even question what the hell he was about to do—his lips locked onto yours wasting no time. You usually tried to stay stern on your words, you wanted to stay strict to see stuff get done.

However, you couldn’t deny such a repayment. As long as he made it quick of course.

“Why in here…” you asked pressing your hands against his chest to have him pause for a second

“Duh—cus I’m selfish and don’t wanna fucking share right now. You go all coma mode when we fuck your brains out.” He said quickly before locking his lips against yours quickly. You couldn’t even argue back with what he had to say—you were in too deep in the kissing.

He scooped you up from the counter and slammed your back against the wall. You honestly weren’t even mad at his answer. However, you had to get shit in order around the house so you had to be quick with the selfish boy.

“Hey, don’t stick anything in me. Don’t have enough time right now.” You said as you stared him down

“Mhm…yeah…” he said in a sarcastic tone. He wasn’t listening in the slightest. Your back went from slammed against the wall to right back on the counter again. Eventually, he sat down on the toilet seat ripping at your shirt.

You stood right in between his legs just letting it happen. He finally tore off the shirt getting to your breast as he cupped them in an instant. His fingers flicked over your nipples as you leaned into the middle of his legs more. You were honestly having a change of heart about things being put in you once you saw that bulge in his wear.

He leaned in kissing you before pulling you on his lap. He held you tightly not wanting to let go for a fucking second as your fingers flicked at the nipple piercings on his chest.

“Guess we’re both into nips ehhh-“ he said in a smug tone before he gave you a nasty grin. You just rolled your eyes before going back to kissing him.

The deeper the kisses got and the more you flicked at each other's chest—the more you had a change in heart. You broke the kiss as he looked confused.

“Fuck…gimmie a second to think.” You said in a breathy tone. You looked absolutely red thinking about whether or not you could get a quickly in with him before going back to get control of your house again.

“What…?” He asked in an impatient tone before biting at your neck. He was hungry for you and you were trying to put that on hold. He popped your ass before grabbing a handful—he just loved grabbing anything on you. An absolutely touchy bastard. It snapped you back to your senses before you finally spewed out a response.

“Let’s go quick—but I’m on top and riding. Hurry up.” You said as quickly as you could before hopping off his lap to get your panties off.

For a second he was stunned at the sudden change of heart but he wasn’t about to deny this offer.

“Aye-aye captain.” He chuckled before getting ready for action.

He stood up kicking off his underwear as fast as he could before you two stared at each other for a second.

You were finally able to take in his full appearance since you didn’t have to focus on other marks as well. His arms had scars on them from fights, his nipples were pierced and hard, and he had a silver frenum piercing on his cock.

You were intrigued, you hadn’t even pictured anyone—let alone a version of your boyfriend pierced up like this.

He had enough of waiting as he grabbed you up by your waist pulling you back on his thigh.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna start riding.” He said eyeing you down as if he wasn’t getting a peep show out of you as well.

You rolled your eyes before responding “You’re very impatient—maybe I should call you impatient Mark.”

You said as you began to lift yourself holding onto his cock to ready yourself for riding. You slid down slowly as your face leaned into his neck and fingers dug into his shoulders. His arms wrapped around your back rubbing at your soft skin as best as he could. He was gonna savor every fucking second of having you to himself.

“Alright…laying out some ground rules here-“ you tried to speak before you were cut off

“There are no rules to riding! You move super fast and I cum super fucking hard.” Mohawk Mark spewed out before he popped your ass.

He was acting all needy. You’d edge him if you weren’t in a rush to deal with more bullshit…so, you got to work pulling yourself up and down.

“Fuck- that’s good.” He huffed out squeezing at you tighter. You just smiled knowing you were doing well and picked up your pace a bit more.

He grabbed at one of your thighs squeezing it hard like dough. You felt a moan slip from your mouth as you kept speeding up the process.

“Mother…fucker…” you said in between huffs. You were doing as best as you could not wasting a single second. You didn’t even wanna blink—you enjoyed the look on Mohawk Mark's face too much, he was biting his lip and trying to focus on not cumming too quickly.

You kept one hand on his shoulder and moved the other hand to his nipple flicking at it softly.

“You…better fucking…keep off“ he was trying to get your grubby little hands away from his chest but you didn’t care.

You softly rubbed at his nipple being careful not to hurt him or both his piercing. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut now

“This ngh…ok for you??” You asked choking up a bit on your moans. He just nodded yes as he kept whimpering and groaning.

You sped yourself up a bit more releasing his nipple to put your hands back on his shoulders for balance. Your ass and hips smacked against his cock and thigh as you two huffed out for air. He slapped your ass again—harder this time, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Oh…oh fuck…” you were on edge—ready to cum at any second. You felt yourself tighten around him until you finally came. He wasn’t too far behind as he quickly came right after you.

You two were gasping for air—getting soft glances at each other with each chance you could get as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Mhm…one more round?” He asked in a persuasive tone.

You grabbed his face smushing his cheeks together as you slid yourself off of his cock. Cum leaking from your pussy onto his thigh as you two looked at the mess before you spoke.

“As much as I’d like that—I said one and done.” You were amused by how needy he was. You gave him his little selfish moment but now time was up for it. You grabbed a rag cleaning off his thigh and cleaning your pussy before sliding back into your underwear and putting on a robe.

You two were about to leave the bathroom but before you opened the door—you slapped him on the ass.

“Hey!-“ he snarled out as he glared at you.

“Don’t hey me…you did it the entire time we fucked.” He knew you were right. He just curled his lips up in annoyance.

“If you wanna start again I’m thinking we do one more. This time with you bent over the counter and I just fuck the absolute shit out of you?” He said with a grin as he moved his hand as fast as he could popping your ass harder than you did him.

You yelped a bit before snapping back at him.

“Listen here…I’ll take you up on your offer some other time but you had your fun—and stop slapping my ass before it fucking bruises!” You shouted at him as he just kept smiling deviously.

“What if I want it to bruise.” He said in a snarky tone kissing you as you just rolled your eyes before turning back to the door.

Honestly you wanted to take him up on his offer—you knew you still had a bunch more rounds in you and honestly wanted to mess around with him and those piercings a bit more. Sadly you had to get control back of your house so you had to turn it down.

Once you opened that door—you were greeted by the other 3 variants as they immediately grabbed you up.

“Seriously! He got alone time with you that’s not fair” Your mark shook you trying to get answers before viltrumite mark added on.

“It wasn’t even just alone time!!! He got to fuck you by himself” viltrumite mark said angrily as he was shooting death glares at Mohawk Mark.

“That selfish fuck-“ sinister mark said as he kept poking your forehead.

Mohawk Mark just laughed enjoying the chaos he didn’t even mean to start. You finally had enough putting your powers to use.

“Sit.” You commanded as they all sat before you. Your arms were crossed and you were angry.

“I woke up to an absolutely dirty house, pure chaos, and bickering. And you expected me to reward it with kisses, hugs, sex, and approval?” You snapped at them with crossed arms.

“Well…yes actually!” Sinister Mark said in a prideful voice. He was not the brightest. You kicked him over—pressing your foot into his back as you glared at all of them.

“Clean my fucking house…now.” You said in an absolutely furious tone before moving your foot off of sinister Mark's back. They got up with low-hanging heads as they went to go clean. Everyone besides Mohawk Mark—he hugged your waist softly as he leaned his head into your neck.

“So…since they’re cleaning the mess they made…I’m thinking me and you do something?” He suggested softly as he kissed your neck.

“You go clean to…” you said before flicking his forehead. He was a bit annoyed as he walked off grumbling to join the others.

You needed to clear your head—figure something out. You ran yourself a bath soaking yourself in the water as you closed your eyes. You were wondering if you made the right choice…the variants clearly couldn’t cook, clean, or share. You and your mark were the main ones doing that—and even then, your mark would lose his temper and argue or squabble with them.

You hoped this wouldn’t backfire on you at all. You were angry but still had faith. You opened your eyes after recollecting yourself. You almost had a fucking heart attack—jolting up as you saw that viltrumite mark sitting in the bathroom beside the tub.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE.” You screamed out in disbelief and a hint of fear as your back was against the wall of the bath.

“Oh well…we finished cleaning so we just wanted to see what you were doing.” Viltrumite Mark answered with a smile on his face as he stayed seated on the ground.

Your mark quickly came dashing into the bathroom as he looked annoyed at them and how they were acting. He smiled at you awkwardly before speaking.

“I uh…I told them to stay out…and stuff. I’m sorry babe-“ he said with an embarrassed smile.

He was ready to grab them up and drag him out until you raised your hand.

“It’s uh…it’s ok I guess? It’s just him…can you keep an eye on the other ones for me please?” You asked him in a desperate tone—Mohawk and sinister were honestly the most chaotic and you knew you couldn’t leave them alone without some sort of authority. Mark just nodded before closing the door and leaving back out.

You just huffed before sliding back down into the water. Great—you had company now. It was like every time you blinked he got closer and closer and closer until he was finally laid against the tub abutment.

You sighed before speaking to him.

“What do you want…”

He looked up at you with a small grin.

“To take a bath with you.” He said in an absolutely needy tone as he waited for your approval.

You just huffed before kissing his forehead. Your hand moved in a motion to tell him to get in. He slipped off his uniform as best as he could—even folding it and sitting it on the counter before leaping into the tub with you.

Your hair was now soaked and the floor was covered in water. He sat across from you with a smile on his face.

“You like baths don’t you…” you waited for an answer as you tried to start some small talk with him.

“Oh well yes, cleanliness is important in my world.” He said with his head raised a little bit as if he just told you some rare fun fact.

You just gave him a warm smile before you sat on the tub abutment—grabbed a shampoo bottle and began lathering it on his head. He leaned into your hands more letting out little small whimpers as he was pleased.

“You ok?” You asked in an intrigued tone as he just nodded yes. He was clearly fucking touch-starved.

His face moved closer and closer to your legs as he laid his face in between your thighs while you washed his hair. You were amused by his behavior—how were you supposed to believe this man of all people was not only a murderer but one of the strongest people (if not the strongest) in his world? He was melting just by your hands rubbing at his head.

You rinsed his hair—smiling as he looked like a little wet cat.

“What is so funny—I don’t get it?” He asked in a serious tone as he genuinely didn’t understand what you were laughing at. He started to wonder if he had done something or if there was something on his face.

“Relax…you just looked cute that was all.” You said with a smile on your face kissing his softly. You grabbed a rag washing his skin as gently as you could. You noticed he had lashes and scars on his back that were healed over. You assumed it was from the viltrumite empire—your mark told you how brutal they could be. You were kind of pissed that they would even do that to anyone but you kept it inside.

You finally finished washing him—you felt accomplished at your work as you got ready to wash yourself. He snagged you up pulling you into his lap and snatching the rag.

“I want to bathe you—you washed me it’s only fair I wash you.” He said in a possessive tone as one of his hands stayed wrapped around your torso to keep you still. You already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer in this situation. You just kissed him softly giving him the ok to wash you.

He moved fast—scrubbing at you rough until you grabbed his hand.

“Jeez, slow down, there’s no need to rush…I’m not a viltrumite my skin isn’t diamond. Just go softly.” You redirected him as he just did as he was told.

You were starting to get a grasp on every one of the mark's personalities besides sinister. You had to get some time alone with him eventually—before you could start thinking of how to viltrumite mark had finished.

“Done ma'am,” he said with a grin across his face.

“You can just call me ‘y/n’” you said gently as he got out of the tub and quickly helped you right after.

“Yes ma'am, I mean, ‘Y/N’” he said in an attentive tone as you just laughed.

You wrapped yourself in a towel as he did the same. You grabbed the blow dryer—drying his hair then yours. That boy stayed latched to you—holding onto your waist for dear life as he kissed your neck softly.

Eventually, you finished blowing and drying your hair and got him off of you. He tried to put back on his dirty uniform before you stopped him.

“Ah ah! What the hell are you doing that’s dirty-“ you exclaimed before snatching it from him.

“It’s disrespectful to wear any other attire besides my uniform—plus, I just don’t wanna wear anything but my uniform.” He said as he tried to snatch it back from you. You two were pulling and snatching at the uniform now until it ripped.

“Fuck.” You said in a nervous tone as you saw his face grow a frown. He held onto his uniform as you rubbed your neck.

You left the bathroom—going through Mark's shirt drawer and grabbing up a shirt, some pants, and boxers as quickly as you could. You then dashed to get your needle and thread as you sat on your bed.

You sewed a viltrumite logo into the shirt, pants, and underwear as quickly as you could before you called him into your room.

“Uh, viltrumite mark-“ you called out as you saw him walk out of the bathroom with his head hung low. You smiled at him as you were getting dressed yourself.

“Found those in my marks drawer, I think you’d like them more than he would?” You said in a sure tone as you were slipping on your own shirt and pants.

“I told you already I’m not wearing anything other than my- UNIFORM!” His voice went from disappointment to excitement seeing the logo on the clothes he slipped into them as quickly as he could before he snatched you up.

“Oh-“ you said in a surprised tone as he hugged you tightly. He would not let go…he was like a mouse trap to you.

Once you finally got him off your waist he just latched onto your thigh. It was like you were walking with so much extra weight added on—you just wanted to get through the halls. You finally made it to the living room with viltrumite mark still latched onto you as you and Sinister Mark's eyes met.

“You…” you said in a focused tone—you had to get a good grasp on his personality and how he worked just like you did with the others a bit.

“You…” sinister Mark mocked you as Mohawk Mark laughed at his behavior. Your mark just shook his head in disbelief at them before they turned back to the tv

Your mark came over to you kissing you on the cheek.

“See you got some carry-on.” He joked as he was talking about viltrumite mark latching onto you. You just gave him a look of desperation as he laughed before pulling Viltrumite mark off of you.

“He’s more clingy than you some fucking how.” You said with a huff as you looked at your mark.

“Not possible.” He joked before hugging you softly. He missed having you in his arms.

You were clean, your house was clean, and you had 3 versions of your boyfriend in your house.

You plopped down on the couch preparing to plot on sinister Mark and get a scope on his personality.

“Wanna take a bath…” you asked him warmly waiting to see if he said yes

“No” he wasted no time responding no—it was gonna be a long day for you.

“Wanna play the game?”

“No”

“Wanna go outside?”

“No”

“Do you wanna cook?”

“Hell no-“

You were getting fed up, everything was a no.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO THEN!” You shouted out in an annoyed tone waiting to see what he suggested

“Fuck.” He just said it flat out as he gave you an absolutely disgusting smile.

“No…” you replied in a fed-up tone—out of everything you could do that’s all he wanted to do.

“Well, I guess we aren’t doing jack shit.” He said with a smirk before turning back to the TV.

You were absolutely fed up—he was being a little asshole and all you wanted to do was attempt to get to know him more. You were about to leap onto him and fight him till your mark grabbed you up.

“Babe…” he said giving you a disapproving look before letting you go.

“What, he’s basically fucking asking for it…” you scowled out. You were pissed. You just went to the bathroom again making yourself look presentable before walking back out.

You got ready to slide on your shoes as sinister Mark heard your footsteps reach the door. He wanted to know what you were planning on doing.

“Where are you going.” Sinister Mark asked as he stood over you.

“Oh so now you’re interested…” you snapped back as the other marks watched you two argue.

“Never said that—I just asked where you were going.” Sinister Mark said as he leaned down closer to you—your eyes were basically beaming into each other.

“To mind my fucking business…” you said in a stern tone as you stood up. Both of you stared each other down as you stood up. You weren’t afraid of him… at least that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t fucking pass out.

Everyone was silent—the only sound that could be heard was the TV. As soon as you reached for the door handle sinister Mark tripped you before grabbing you up.

“Hey!-“ your mark shouted out ready to come to your defense if needed.

“Shut up…” sinister mark snapped back at your mark before rushing to the couch. He laid out on it first before laying right on top of you. You felt out of air almost instantly not able to move. He just ignored you trying to get you to hush up so he could watch TV.

“HEY!- GET OFF!” You shouted as he just ignored you turning up the TV so you couldn’t be heard.

Mohawk Mark laughed at him being an asshole as he was honestly impressed he still had enough balls to do that. You were kicking and trying to push up as best as you could but literally couldn’t.

“HELP!-“ you shouted out for your mark's help—he got close to you getting ready to pull off sinister mark before he realized something.

This was the calmest he had been—ever…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad leaving you there…your mark tapped viltrumite mark and Mohawk mark forcing them to get up and follow you.

“Sorry babe…gotta run errands.” Your mark said choking up a bit as he tried to hold in his laugh

“You mother fucker…you better not-“Before you could even try and stop him they were out of the door. Fuck.

Sinister Mark just laughed at your poor efforts before flicking through movies.

“Wanna watch this?” Sinister Mark asked as if he was being generous to you.

“No.” You said in an annoyed and exhausted tone still trying to push yourself free.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” Sinister Mark said before he put on the movie he wanted to watch. You were absolutely annoyed.

Your face smushed between his chest and the couch cushions. His hand with to your head stroking your hair—he was an absolute tease. He knew you couldn’t move from under him at all and was using it to his advantage.

Eventually you two both just started watching the movie together. You just laid under him like he had you until another movie flicked on.

Your attention was still on the next movie but his no longer was. His attention was now on you. His hands snaked up your shirt to your breast as he cupped them.

“Warm.” He said in a carefree way as he had your attention now.

“Hey, asshole…I thought we were watching a movie.” You said in an annoyed tone. He knew you couldn’t move free and now he was using it to be a perv.

“Relax…I can do both.” He lied straight through his teeth as he sucked on your neck harshly.

He kept feeling at your breast—you started to feel yourself getting a bit bothered. He kissed you roughly on your cheek and neck. As you leaned into it until you remembered you weren’t supposed to be giving in to what he wanted.

“Hey-“ you said to him trying to get him to cut it out a bit before you fell in deeper. It was such a horrible attempt you didn’t even want him to actually stop.

“Relax…keep watching the movie.” He said as he kept sucking at your neck harsher and harder. You felt a moan slip from your lips as he smiled.

His hands snaked to your pants slowly pulling them off as you just let it happen. You were flipped onto your back as he rose up.

“I just wanna make it known…” sinister Mark said with a smirk before he pulled off his pants and boxers as fast as he could. You just rolled your eyes knowing he won again.

“You could’ve got up wayyyy after they left, I haven’t been pressing my full weight on you or pressing on you at all since the first movie started.” He said with an absolutely pleased smile on his face. He folded your legs up putting you into a mating press position as he smiled.

“Well I didn’t know that-“ you tried to bicker back before he cut you off

“Oh, you absolutely knew.” He snapped back before rubbing his dick against your pussy.

He was teasing you as you were trying your best not to squirm. You just wanted him to hurry up and put it in but just like Mohawk Mark—he was savoring his time being selfish with you.

“GET ON WITH- NGH!-“As soon as you screamed out at him to hurry up—he pushed himself in. He was acting as if you were being impatient as if he wasn’t holding ur legs up and bothering you with his cock.

“God…so needy.” Sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone as he kept your legs held up as best as he could.

He wasted no time…he was aggressive and fast. He popped into you like a madman not letting up for a single second in his pace.

“Yknow…Ngh…maybe you could get me back..mphm, to my universe..huff…and I could take you there and spoil you rotten Ngh.” Sinister Mark said in a breathy tone. He was trying to persuade you to come home with him…he wanted you all to himself. Selfish just like every other Mark.

“Ngh…no…mphm..thanks for the…offer…” you huffed out in between moans struggling to keep your composure. That man was efficient in his work.

“I wasn’t asking..” he said in a possessive tone as he just started fapping into you harder.

God dammit- you set yourself up with this one. You’d have to deal with that shit later because you were pressed down and getting fucked into your own couch.

You took in his appearance while you had the chance and he was clean just like your mark. Not a scar in sight like on Mohawk mark or Viltrumite mark. You tried to find anything that set him apart from your mark (besides personality clearly)

Your hand shot up to his face as best as it could as it felt around for anything

“Cut it out.” He scowled out as you finally noticed it. He had absolutely sharp canines. Your hand shot into his mouth practically fingering it till he moved it aside

“QUIT!-“ he shouted out breathily as he kept fapping into you harder. You were making it hard for him to focus on his movie. He was such a fucking asshole.

“F…fuck” you moaned out snaking your arm up to his face. He was too distracted looking back and forth at the TV and back to you to see your hand snake up.

You grabbed his neck pulling him in deep for a kiss as you came hard. He fapped into you as deeply as he could one last time before cumming right after you. You two lay on the couch huffing. His head went to yours pressing his forehead against yours.

“I gotta get you home with me…” he whispered as he licked your face as if he was some kind of dog or something trying to taste you.

You just squirmed as you didn’t know how to feel—you didn’t know whether or not you liked it or felt disgusted by his behavior. This was him trying to show some sort of horrible ass affection to you and he wanted to keep going.

Before he could lean in to kiss you again the other marks returned from wherever the hell they went as they stared at you two.

“You mother fucker, you stole my whole flow—I did it first.” Mohawk Mark said in an annoyed tone at sinister mark.

“On the couch… c'mon…” your mark complained as clearly everyone else was getting fucked but him today. (You’d have to fix that later.)

“Selfish.” Viltrumite Mark was being an absolute hypocrite but he didn’t give a damn.

You just looked absolutely bashful and sinister Mark didn’t give a fuck. He was still inside of you—getting out as much cum as he could into you until you slapped his thigh for him to pull out.

He did…reluctantly as he stared at you with a smirk.

“Fucked up your couch…but you can clean that up right?” He said as he pulled himself out of you watching as the cum seeped from your pussy onto your sofa. He gave you an absolutely nasty cream pie before kicking on his underwear and pants and just went back to watching TV as if none of it had happened. You just leaned your head back in embarrassment and exhaustion.

You finally had a grasp on all of their personality’s…

Mohawk Mark was selfish, impatient, and a little sarcastic jackass who didn’t know when to stop. Also was probably the one with the most interesting appearance from top to bottom.

Viltrumite Mark was a clingy and touch-deprived little thing who didn’t know how to be gentle unless you told him to.

And sinister Mark was an absolute asshole who was absolutely possessive. He didn’t give a fuck about what anyone said or felt about him.

One thing they all had in common (even your mark) was being a selfish little fuck. None of them wanted to share and that wasn’t something you could just teach. You just brought your hands to your face before pulling it down.

You had one hell of a time awaiting you—but you were up for it. Once you finally got up from this couch of course.

[untoldstar]

“Welcome back baby!”

yandere boyfriend x gn cheater! reader

MAJOR trigger warnings: murder, explicit scenes and descriptions of murder, explicit descriptions of blood, psychotic character, toxic dynamic, cheating, jealousy, trauma for the reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, stalking.

He glares at the wall in front of him is he lets out a puff of smoke, his face breaks into a scowl when a whine comes from underneath him igniting his anger further “You better fucking stay quiet if you don’t wanna piss me off further” he growls, his boot rubbing into the man’s bloodied cheek as he screams. What could only be assumed as a string of curses is muffled by the rag gagging his mouth. Jesse lifts his boot to stomp down on the man’s face, earning a pained scream, he leans down close to the man’s face “You really want me to take my anger out on you don’t you?” he whimpers, shaking his head violently. Jesse only lets out an amused huff and leans back against the couch

Your couch.

With his boot resting on the bloodied face of the man you cheated on him with.

It didn’t take him long to find out you’ve been having an affair. He knows everything about you which is exactly why he isn't only going insane at the fact you've allowed another man touch you but he's also frustrated with himself for not noticing sooner. He keeps an eye on you every second of the day, how had this slipped by him?

It doesn't matter. You did something very bad and you're about to be punished for it, starting with watching the man you've let touch you slowly get slaughtered.

Click.

The corner of his mouth lifts up

You're here.

He hears your footsteps halt when you see him sitting in the dimly lit room.

"Jesse?" You haven't noticed the bloody whimpering mess on the floor yet. You slowly make your way around the couch only to stop dead in your tracks slapping your hands over your mouth.

"Hey baby. Welcome back" he grins at you all the while digging his boot harder into the mans face "What the fuck?! What the actual fuck have you done Jesse?" He ignores your clear distress and move his leg aside to bend down and grab the mans chin roughly, lifting his head up so you can see him more clearly "You recognize him?" fuck, of course you recognize him.

"Who's he to you huh?" Your breath shudders as you stare into the madness swirling behind his eyes, they're blood shot and there's dark circles underneath them, his jaw is clenches and his entire body is tense. He's a ticking bomb waiting for the final push to explode.

Your mouth dries and you can feel your heart bashing into your ribcage "He's..my friend." You lie with the calmest tone you can master at the moment and send out a quick silent prayer that he doesn't turn this night into a bloodbath. "BULLSHIT" he shouts bashing the mans head in the floor. You flinch and you feel like crying looking at the injured sobbing man on the floor and in a split second he's up and right in front of you "Don't you fucking dare look at him right now. You look at me only" You don't say anything as you hold his stare "Don't you understand? I know everything about you and one of the many things I know is that you've let this scum touch you." Your hands tremble as you try to stand your ground "You have no idea what you're talking about! Me and him are just friends and yet you have him tied up and bloodied on the floor you're fucking insane!" He steps closer until your chests are flush "I might be but that doesn't make what I'm saying less true." Your eyes gloss over "You have to stop Jesse." He chuckles darkly "You can deny it all you want I'm still gonna kill this asshole." the man on the floor thrashes and screams in protest "Fuck- fine it's true okay? just- just please stop..I'll do anything just don't hurt him." He laughs in disbelief and his eyes look more wilder than anything you've seen "Holy shit you actually care about this guy." he steps back and rolls the man on his back with his foot "This is what took you from me." the man lets out strings of muffled pleas "Jesse please.." he sighs and crouches down taking ahold if the mans jaw shaking his side to side as if inspecting him before roughly letting go. He nods "I want you to watch." your heart sinks "what?" It feels like your ears bleeding at the sharp sound of the knife he pulls out "I want you to keep your eyes on me baby ‘kay? don't take them off of me for one second." He straddles the man and your chest heaves "Jesse please please don't do this." the man looks at you, face red tears covering his entire face as he sobs and screams, he shakes his head and thrashes his body and you want to be swallowed up by the earth.

This can't be happening.

how do you fix this?

"Jesse please-" You're cut off by your own scream when Jesse plunges the knife into the mans chest. The room is filled with your screams and grotesque sounds of blood gurgling and the squelching sounds of the knife being pulled out only to be plunged back in.

Your legs give out and you fall to your knees.

It's your fault.

you cover your face unable to withstand the scene any longer.

He's dead because of you.

you did this.

and you watched as he died.

You don't hear Jesse over your own sobs "-baby" you lift your head to see him in front of you.

There's so much blood.

On the carpet.

Covering Jesse's hands. Streaking his face and clothes.

On the knife he used that's disregarded behind on the floor.

You feel bile rising up.

He cups your face with his bloodied hands staining your skin "Shh shh it's okay it's over now you did good. You watched. I know." He wipes the tears off your face but ends up making more of a mess "I love you baby. So much. Fuck- you have no idea how much"

You do. He killed for his love.

He presses a gentle kiss on your lips “I didn’t mean to get you dirty with his blood. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[whispereons]

Oracle!Reader Part 8

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 7, Part 9

Gonna be honest, Y/N is not nice in this chapter. Not like abusive but just wanted to warn ya'll. My au is supposed to be dark and cruel in a way. This is yandere imposter sagau after all.

A storm brewed above the ship as the two hydra heads roared toward the sky. Shielding your face with your arms you tried to gaze up at the towering dark blue bodies. The teal markings on its armor-like heads let you know who exactly was attacking you.

Beisht, Avenger of the Vortex. AKA Osial's wife who not only has a grudge against Liyue but Beidou specifically due to her warning Ningguang about Beisht's attack.

The Crux has probably gone hundreds of times to Inazuma peacefully but the one time you go is when they get attacked by a sea monster.

Just

Your

Fucking

Luck

Beidou's laugh rings out as the ship sways from the currents and the crewmembers start running to their weapons and positions. Not missing a beat Xinyan ends her song as she uses her vision to blast fire at Beisht.

Holy fuck, this wasn't an accident. This was planned. Beidou planned this shit and went through with it even though you, a guest, are on this crazy ship.

Anger swells up in you like a tornado and you ignore the blasts of water that try to hit the jumping form of Beidou. You look around in blind anger for one of the ballistae on the ship.

The thought of shooting either Beidou or Beisht with it was making your blood pump faster. And even if you did hit Beidou, you could always lie that you were aiming at Beisht.

You spot the closest one and start running towards it. Firm hands wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground.

"I apologize for the urgency, but this isn't a safe spot for you."

Kazuha's calm voice in your ear has a soothing effect on your temperament. Forcibly relaxing your body, you let Kazuha carry you down the stairs and he sets you down quickly in a room.

"Stay here while we take care of the sea monster. I don't want you getting hurt, it will not have mercy on you."

You clench your hands as your body trembles in anger. It's Kazuha's worried and sad eyes that make you unclench your fists.

"I know it's scary so please heed my words."

Burying your head into your knees a muffled sound of confirmation slips out. If he wants to think you're scared, let him. Some time alone might even be good for you.

Kazuha leaves and it's then that you can hear the sound of the fighting as the boat rocks. Xiangling and Xinyan's pyro make the air sticky as Kazuha swirling the water makes it humid too.

The crackling of thunder no doubt from Beidou makes you grind your teeth. You were right to be afraid of going with the Crux, she may be popular but she's far too dangerous.

That was definitely Beisht, you think back to her boss fight and remember her attacks. Shooting water, slamming her head and neck, water missiles, and wait wasn't there a third head?-

A loud bang echoes as the ship starts tilting dangerously. Yelping you shield your head from the items that start falling onto you. Another deafening thud and you're being thrown onto the opposite wall.

As more heavier items crash onto you, the wall makes a cracking sound. You couldn't be sure that it was the boat breaking but you couldn't risk it.

If you stayed here, you'll either be crushed to death or drown if that wall breaks. The Alcor keeps rocking left to right as you struggle to stand and leave the room. Closing the door shut, you know you have a few more bruises than you came in with.

The hallway is even worse than the room. Harpoons and other weapons are dangerously close to falling and you rush up the stairs to avoid that disaster.

The main deck is a chaotic mess of crewmembers running back and forth. Xiangling is continually setting wooden spears and stakes aflame before different crewmembers shoot it.

Xinyan, Kazuha, and Beidou all work together to attack Beisht's heads whenever she gets close to attack. Keeping a death grip on the railing you watch the incredible yet infuriating display of power.

Finally remembering that you'll need to defend yourself too, you go back down the stairs. Swiftly you dodge the dropping objects and get to your room. Shoving your hand into your bag and selecting the sickle, you pull it out.

The fear of dying is remedied by the weight of the weapon. Sprinting with more confidence you get back to the main deck. Both sides of the deck have one of her heads low and close ready to shoot the powerful jet of water.

Something about the way she looks is... off. Your mind wanders back to the game cutscenes and automatically compares it to what you see now.

What were once toothless jaws were now filled with layers of sharp teeth. The underbelly of her bodies looked less watery and sleeker. The fins on her back looked firmer and seemed to be in a more organized row.

Beisht shoots the water from her mouths, and you can feel how hot the water is. Xinyan is quick to dodge by climbing the stairs while Kazuha leaps using the wind. Beidou uses her skill to defend herself and rack up energy.

As the scalding water gets closer you hold the sickle to your chest and try to back away. You may be crazy but not stupid enough to try what Beidou is doing.

Surprisingly she stops only inches away from you, lifting her heads she shoots the brunt of the attack toward the sky. Hot droplets rain down on the ship as the attack dies down.

Her heads regroup and her third one appears behind the first two. All her heads roar and they slam onto the deck. Instead of slamming onto you as you expected, she boxes you in the middle of the deck instead.

As two heads serve as the walls, her third head opens its mouth. The sight of the teal muscles with holes in them makes you shudder. Would dying to a sea monster be better or worse than dying accused as an imposter?

Probably better, at least this way you would be remembered fondly and missed. Even if it's only for a short while.

"Glorious creator, it is my greatest honor to have lived long enough to meet you."

What the fuck.

The sounds of everyone else attacking Beisht's other heads are drowned out as you look up at her in shock.

"Although my husband could not meet you, he was a devoted believer. These puny mortals are having you travel in such conditions with such little glory. Do these pirates not know your greatness?!"

Her tone gets louder as she speaks about the Crux. How could she recognize you as the creator? Were you right in guessing that the creatures of Teyvat could recognize you? But she's more on the god side so how could she realize but not Ei?

"Beisht, how have you heard of me?" If sea monsters gods could smile then that's exactly what Beisht was doing.

"Your blood, your grace. They bleached your gold blood. They hurt you with violent intentions. Just as the scriptures said, the offenders will pay for hurting you. Teyvat is calling upon your true worshippers to deliver justice."

This doesn't make complete sense. Beishts own arrogance and hatred for Liyue is having an impact on her words. What does seem to be true is that Teyvat was alerted when you got hurt and is drawing strong creatures that it can connect with to you.

"Then this is something we should be talking with less distractions." Choosing your words carefully, you note how everyone has been listening to your conversation with Beisht.

It's a good thing they can't understand her. Whether she's intentionally not letting them understand her or not isn't important.

You motion Beisht to back away with a flick of your wrist. Beisht is expecting you to act like the creator, you need to play your part. This whole situation is a golden opportunity.

Beisht obeys your silent command and moves her heads off the boat. Beidou is the first to run up to you with how close she is. The battle comes to a silent pause as everyone watches your seemingly unharmed form with relief.

"Are you okay?!" The urge to scoff and give a snarky response is strong but you push it down. With a solemn expression, you speak clearly.

"I've been granted a rare opportunity to talk with Beisht according to the creator's will. I have messages to relay to her but I cannot do so with everyone here."

A rare confused expression crosses Beidou's face at your words as you step away from her and move closer to Beisht. With a tight grip on your sickle, you speak calmly to Beisht.

"Come closer so we can speak somewhere with more privacy. The matter of the divine isn't one to always be so open about."

Beisht seems to pick up on the identity you have in the eyes of the Crux and lowers her main head onto the boat. With confident strides, you walk to her head and climb on.

Fear and worry rise within you as you grip the middle feeler on her head and look at the Crux with a smile.

"I'll be back soon, so don't stop sailing. I'll catch up before you know it."

Your grip on the feeler becomes tight as Beisht's head suddenly drops into the water. A scream instinctively leaves your throat from the sudden gesture.

The last thing you saw before the ocean engulfed you was the various expressions of horror and fear on everyones faces. A small part of you smirks at the guilt that paints Beidou's face.

You shut your mouth and eyes expecting the salty water to drown you. Yet not even a drop of water touches you and the sight of the vast ocean surrounds you.

In awe you watch the air bubble around you supplying you with oxygen and shielding you from the water. Fish swim past as Beisht continues to descend into the depths.

Soon enough the only light around is the teal markings on her body. It reminds you of just how frightening the ocean can be. That at any moment Beisht could think that you're an imposter too and let you drown here...

Tightening your grip on her, you push those thoughts away. They will only hinder you, being nervous will make everything worse. You've made it this far, haven't you?

As a distraction, you think about how exactly this air bubble is being made. Was it Beisht, Teyvat, or did you unconsciously do it? Considering that you can only control elements that you accessed from the Statue of the Sevens then it can't be you.

Beisht was connected to the vortex and water. This air bubble wasn't just reusing your oxygen, it was supplying fresh oxygen. She can't control oxygen so that only leaves Teyvat. Then how could Teyvat protect you from drowning but let the electro from Ei hurt you?

Beisht finally stops and you can vaguely see the outline of her main body due to the glowing teal marks. It keeps reminding you of a certain god masquerading as a bard.

"Your grace, I see the false identity you hold in front of them. Yet I do not hold the same wisdom you hold, please enlighten me on why you hide yourself."

Her vocabulary is naturally arrogant but the tone she says it all in, sounds like she's imploring. It's good, you can utilize this and her natural dislike for humans.

"Coming back from that other world has left me very weak. I have little memories of when I was the creator and this body is weak. They see my unmasked face and assume I'm an imposter. Ei was the main culprit. Just a mask would solve that but my mere presence shows my divinity. Quite a few of my acolytes barely believe my words as an oracle, I would be a fool to publically reveal myself as the creator."

Your words are spoken with a sense of coldness as if you're completely detached from the situation. The water around you seems to raise a few degrees. Taking a risk you speak lowly with a mix of sadness and condescension.

"Humans and Archons are not that different. They cannot accept the truth if it's different than what they expect or desire. Greed and pride have always been the downfall of humans."

"Your grace, they do not deserve your attention or words. The Electro Archon will pay for harming you. They will all pay for hurting you. Thank you for teaching me, I will do your bidding. I will make sure that you'll never need to worry about me acting as foolish as those Archons."

Perfect, it's exactly what you wanted.

"We will take over and subdue Teyvat for harming you. We'll lay the Archons, humans, and anything else that dares defy you at your feet. We will make them atone for their sins. That pirate crew will be the first to pay! Not only have I lost my husband and child to them, they even harmed you!"

What child? They had a kid??? Wait that can come later, Beisht going out of control would harm the reputation you've built up, this has to stop!

"Silence." Your command is swift and your gaze is cold as you stare down Beisht. The quiet that comes makes you smile inwardly. Playing hot and cold towards someone who idolizes you tends to make them more attached. More desperate to keep your wavering love and affection.

"Now, now don't get too worked up. Going off and doing whatever you wish in my name is contradictory to what you said earlier."

"I beg for your forgiveness, your grace." Beisht lowers her heads in shame. A kind smile crosses your face and you reach through the bubble to pet her heads.

"I forgive you Beisht, mistakes are part of the learning process. You've already done so well in recognizing me. Why don't you start by answering my questions first? What happened to your child?"

Beisht closes her eyes and bubbles float up as her heads sigh in content over your touch.

"My child, born from Osial and I, fought for days against that pirate ship. In the end, they killed my child and his murderer gained a vision from it. Celestia truly mocks the defeated from the Archon War."

Sea monster, 'that' pirate ship, and a vision from his death.

Haishan is her child.

No wonder she hates Beidou so much. She basically killed her whole family!

"Haishan has lived in my name and with his death, he returned to me too. I can tell your anger is as great as your sorrow. Take comfort in my words and let your anger fuel your devotion to me."

Loneliness is a manipulator's best friend. Beisht is terribly lonely and will cling to you and your words as her only lifeline. And in your situation, a dog like this will be needed.

"I will your grace, someday I too will return to your loving embrace through death."

Gently she nuzzles your hands with her heads. Tracing the glowing marks that adorn her head you ask in a soothing voice.

"Tell me how you came to find me."

"After the battle with Liyue and the human-adepti I retreated to the depths of the ocean to heal myself. I was dormant when Teyvat called us. It spoke about harm coming to you, at how your gold blood had been bleached."

"Who is 'us'? You also referred to yourself as 'we' earlier too."

"I was not the only one stirred by Teyvat. The water has become more lively with strong elemental currents. I do not doubt that there are even more beings awakening on land. We are all being called to defend you and pay back your liquid gold blood. After so long without you, we are regaining our reason for living."

So if many other elemental monsters are being 'stirred' then that means you could get more allies. Guoba didn't even know he used to be a god until he was told so was it in character or not that he knew you were the creator? You'll need to find more evidence on land but this was leading to a favorable situation.

But Beisht's fixation on your blood being gold was not good. You'll have to address that now. If you wait too long and it reveals outside of your control she'll believe that you were lying to her. God knows what she would do to you then.

"On the topic of my blood, there is something I must clear up. My blood is not gold, it is red."

An eery stillness takes over the atmosphere and you seemingly look down at the 3-headed hydra. The feeling of her scales seems to heat up a little, gritting your teeth you continue.

"I sincerely hope that you are not doubting me. The scriptures never said that my blood itself was gold. The true meaning of that text is that my blood is as precious as gold."

Your blank expression and sharp eyes don't leave her. In one hand you hold your sickle above and electro-coats it with a dangerous crackle.

The looming threat of death washes over you as the sickle crackles with more ferocity. Teyvat heeds your silent wishes and hydro starts rapidly spinning around you. Swiftly you thrust it into the water and it hits Beisht as she thrashes from the pain.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive this arrogant and foolish follower!"

She roars and begs, your heart is as tight as your grip on her but the sickle still crackles in the water. She's a sea monster and that's the only reason she hasn't died yet.

It's only the sight of toasted pieces of sleek flesh on her that you pull the sickle out of the water and back into the air bubble. The electro fizzles out and Beisht's sad wails echo around you.

She's whimpering and begging with near-silent pleas for forgiveness. Your hand is gentle and warm on the head that she is carrying you on.

"Hush now Beisht, this punishment was something you brought onto yourself. Never doubt my words, my teaching is law. Do you see how futile suspecting and denying me of my divinity is? Crimson or gold, my blood is not what matters most, it is I that exist above you."

Beisht's body seems to curl around the air bubble you stand in as you continue petting and soothing her. Your pleasant humming is a sharp contrast to your rapid heartbeat.

You were either going to die to Beisht or die to your electro. But this turned out better than you originally thought. Even though it hurt you to cause the one powerful ally you have pain, it was necessary. You can never let her entertain the idea of betraying you.

If you must play the role of oracle in front of the others then you must play the role of creator in front of the rest. Y/N was the oracle, the creator, and most importantly a liar.

"The fact that you could sense my presence on that boat intrigues me. How could you sense me while Ei could not? The same goes for the other Archons, surely they would have felt Teyvat's call too."

"The Archons accepted Celestia's power which drew them away from you. They worship you the mortal or human method more often than the way elemental beings do. Changing their style of worship may have connected them to other mortals better but it also muddled their sense of hearing Teyvat"

Her voice is hoarse and low, humbled after her punishment. Your smile was kind and your touch tender, but the sly part of your heart reveled in it.

"Tell me the difference between the two."

"Elemental beings worship by sacrificing parts of themselves to you. Some offer up energy, blood, lifeforce, and others give limbs. Only their own, offering up anyone else's would be sacrilegious. As elemental beings, we will always heal and reform. Celestia has possibly blinded them to the consequences of forsaking our worship to keep them away from you."

Now that was one of the most useful pieces of information you've gained thus far. What would happen if you convinced one of the Archons, not counting Ei, to try this style of worship? Would it enhance your position as the oracle, make you more suspicious, or give them the idea that you might be the creator?

Your thoughtfulness seems to make Beisht anxious, that's understandable seeing as you've proven to be volatile in her eyes. With a nearly patronizing pat on her head, you speak with a happy tone.

"As the creator, I require both elemental and human worship. I have many plans and it includes you Beisht. With each nation I visit and interactions with the Statues of the Seven, I gain more power. I will need you to spread the truth of my arrival to those who Teyvat awoke. Can I trust you with that?"

"It is a privilege to serve you, beloved creator. I will travel through the ocean and fulfill your command." She's clearly enthusiastic and grateful. You have her right where you want her.

"Stay quiet and careful, avoid fighting in general. I have much of the world to explore on my own and see to tell who deserves my forgiveness when everything is revealed. No rushing, I have a long life to live. The other elemental creatures will have the information I need too."

"I understand your grace. At this point and time, your main attention is to investigate the mortal's faith. I will stay unnoticed after this point so that I do not hinder your plan."

You had no plan on revealing your status as the creator. These words were only said to keep Beisht calm and peaceful. Beisht has such a terrible reputation as a villain that if she told the truth, it would only make them all think worse of you.

The little pieces of evidence you have acquired, proving your title might be enough if you were in regular Genshin Impact. But in this world with obsession, death, and violence, you could not claim that so easily. Beisht better be prepared to wait a long time, if not your whole life span which might not be long considering your luck.

"Can I really trust your words Beisht? You think lowly of the mortals for harming me but you have hurt me as well. And it's not when you doubted me, I'm talking about how you hurt me physically."

Your words are like a bucket of cold water. The suspicious gaze she receives from you makes her stutter.

"W-What do you mean your grace? The moment I spotted you, I drew away."

'Pathetic' that's what your expression told her. That's exactly what you thought of her. Her lie specifically.

"Never try to lie to me. This is your only warning. When you rose from the water, you spotted me first but you let yourself be distracted by the sight of Beidou. So caught up in the fight, it wasn't until I got banged up by everything that you finally spotted me and remembered your original task."

The words seem to hit the nail on the head as Beisht lowers herself to you. With an ominous air, you swing the sickle back and forth.

"I will not deny my sins. I lied to you and tried to hide it. Whatever punishment you choose is one I will accept wholeheartedly." Her voice wavers and cracks. She's scared and your smile makes her tremble beneath you.

But it seems to wash away as you rest your upper body on her head closest to you. Ignoring the lingering water droplets you pet her softly.

"It's okay Beisht, I know you were emotional after seeing Beidou. The pain and wrath were hard to fight wasn't it?" The forgiving voice you used was almost like a mask as you traced her scales using the sickle at the same time.

Unnerved, confused, grateful, and scared Beisht sounds like she's near tears.

"Thank y-you, your grace. The mercy you have on your creations is not something we deserve yet you give it anyway."

"I've been hurt so many times Beisht. So you'll prove yourself worthy of my trust right?" The sickle gets stuck at the brightest teal scale on her main head's forehead.

"Take this scale off and give it to me. This will be proof of your devotion to me." You whisper the command disguised as a request.

Without hesitation, Beisht's second head comes closer and you move away just in time to see her tug the scale off with her mouth. It's placed at your feet and it glimmers as you pick it up.

"It's beautiful Beisht. I will accept this as proof of your faith in me. It's time for me to be returned to the ship, do not forget what I have told you."

"Yes, your holiness." The attitude she has is much more subdued than the one she held when you first went down with her. You can now safely trust that in a worst-case scenario, you'll go to the ocean and have her bring you somewhere safe.

Fish and other sea creatures swim past you as Beisht brings you back to the boat. It's a lot further than when you left but that's no problem for the leviathan.

The Alcor is above you and Beisht only raises her head that has you on her above water. The air bubble dissolves and the sun shines down on you. The heat of it is welcomed after staying in the freezing deep for so long.

Yet it's the bright flash of electro that you are greeted with as Beidou jumps toward Beisht.

Thoughts bombard your mind on what to do, what to say. Electro, hydro, claymore, Beidou, Beisht, sickle, and defend!

With adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins, you bring your sickle up as a defense. Electro meets electro as the force of the blow keeps you both locked in place.

Planting your feet steady on Beisht's head, you grit your teeth and push harder against Beidou. In mere seconds your electro overpowers hers and Beidou is struck back to the boat with a pained yell.

The crew, Xinyan, and Xiangling rush to where Beidou was thrown. A sense of deja vu fills you as Kazuha jumps to you and quickly carries you away from Beisht.

After smoothly landing and setting you behind him, Kazuha brandishes his sword in Beisht's direction. The multiple cuts and bruises on his body show just how injured he got in the earlier battle.

A small part of you can't help but feel touched by his protection. Even though it's entirely unnecessary. Why didn't he immediately go check on Beidou? They are very close after all...

Letting that thought fade away, you place your hand on Kazuha's shoulder and smile reassuringly at him. Beidou grunts as she's helped out of the mess of broken wood.

A brief sense of vindication enters you at the sight of the multiple wounds on her, mostly likely from the previous battle. Splinters and new scrapes cover her exposed skin and a particularly big one went through her left palm.

The blood mixes with the wood chips as it drips off her palm. She's grabbing her weapon again and tries to head toward Beisht. Quickly you move to stand in front of her.

"It's alright Beidou, Beisht isn't going to attack anymore." Beidou's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you. Not a single scrap or drop of blood is on you.

Turning back to Beisht, you motion her to leave with a hand gesture. Obediantly Beisht dives back into the water and disappears.

The waves start to calm and the clouds slowly disperse. You think of the electro you used against Beisht and Beidou. The control you have over it has been growing, despite how dangerous it is, you'll need more power.

Eyes widening in surprise you're spun around by Beidou as she checks your body throughly.

"I was so sure you died, I never meant to hit you with my claymore. I'm beyond grateful that the creator protected you." Your earlier spiteful joy at her injuries melts into guilt at the caring way she was handling you.

Smiling sheepishly you pat her uninjured shoulder.

"If the creator wanted me to die by Beisht then I would accept that wholeheartedly. I'm sorry for worrying you and everyone else."

That small petty part of you wanted to bring up how this all could have been avoided by just not provoking Beisht since they didn't know she was looking for you. But maybe you'll do that when everyone isn't injured.

"I'm not sure whether to applaud you or scold you for doing something so reckless but I think that would be counterproductive at this point."

Beidou shakes her head as she speaks before sighing. Turning back to her crew and friends her voice rises above the murmur of everyone else's conversation.

"Listen up everyone! Beisht has fled this area, but we can always be attacked at a later date. Get inside, rest up, and prepare to arrive at Liyue tomorrow morning!"

Multiple "Yes, Captain!" can be heard directly after her words before they scatter to various activities. You still need to talk to Beidou but she beats you to it.

"Y/N, I need to speak to you about the situation with Beisht. I'll get cleaned up in the medical bay and meet you at the head of the ship."

You nod and head to where she was pointing. Kazuha, Xiangling, and Xinyan follow Beidou to the medical bay. Would they be a part of whatever conversation Beidou wants to have with you?

Swinging your legs as you sit on the edge of the boat, the calm waves draw your gaze. What will Beidou tell you? What lies will you spin to protect yourself?

It's the thumps of footsteps behind you that alert you to Beidou's arrival. With a friendly smile directed at her, you suppress the urge to laugh at the feeling of eyes on you.

Xiangling is most likely in the kitchen as Guoba is nowhere to be seen. Kazuha and Xinyan on the other hand may have been instructed to watch or listen while hiding.

You already knew your stunt may have bad consequences if you aren't careful but you didn't think Beidou would make your job so easy. After all, the more people that hear this conversation, the farther your reputation will spread.

"Hope you didn't wait too long Y/N," Beidou speaks amiably as she strolls over to sit next to you. Her mood is hard to read with the way she smiles but you can still guess accurately.

"I'm all good, I would even say that the break was appreciated with how tired I was."

"Then let's not waste any more time. I'm not here to interrogate you as much as I'm here to explain myself. I put the Crux and you into a life-threatening situation and although everyone else knows exactly what can happen, you did not. I'm sorry about that."

Your feet hit the boat at a slow pace as you think about her words. Now that the anger and chaos of that situation has calmed down, you aren't nearly as annoyed. Not up to talking just yet, you simply nod.

Taking it in stride Beidou starts explaining.

"For the past few days, monsters and leylines have been unusual. The leylines are spawning in new areas with stronger enemies than usual. The behavior of the monsters is strange too. They wander around as if looking for something and the boss monsters have become less violent. It's worrying and on our way to Inazuma, I saw the ocean change. That's why I had Xinyan perform to draw attention."

Seems Beisht was right to guess that other monsters were becoming aware. Hilichurls may respawn but you aren't sure if another monster species that canonically don't regenerate will still be alive. You need to speak with the enemies most likely to recognize you.

"Seeing Beisht listen to you was shocking. I mean she has always been hostile towards people. I don't wanna push you to speak but I would like to know what happened."

"When I was forced onto the main deck to avoid being crushed by the boxes I saw a part of the battle. That's when I realized that I could understand Beisht and the creator ordered me to speak with her privately. Who am I to disobey? The conversation was enlightening, to say the least, and what you just told me has confirmed it."

Your dramatic and cryptic words confuse your listeners. Standing up and balancing on the edge of the boat you continue speaking.

"I have been granted a prophecy! Well more like a revelation of the current and future events. The creatures of Teyvat are exhibiting new behaviors due to the creator's will. Of course that doesn't mean we'll stop defeating them, just don't take it as some grand evil rising."

The nearly childlike joy you speak with only confuses Beidou further. She stands up and tries to hold your shoulder but you twirl away from the edge.

"When was the last time we saw sudden differences in behavior?" Your words are spoken with a carefree smile as you continue dancing away.

"That would be when the traveler arrived on Teyvat and leading to the awakening of acolytes of course!"

You playfully tug the white ahoge that sticks out from Kazuha's hiding spot. He doesn't even seem glum at being found so quickly.

"And why did that all start happening?"

The feeling of eyes watching you faded as Beidou moves closer to the spot you stood with spread arms. Xinyan wasn't here but that's fine, the story you've spun will be spread either way.

"Because the creator's return was starting to approach! It may be worrisome because the creatures may harm people more than they did before but that doesn't mean we can't celebrate that the creator is a step closer to coming back."

In reality, you just wanted more allies. Paraphrasing everything to fit the narrative that you desire was easy in this situation. Very few people could tell if you were lying or not after all. In fact, some would even-

"Agreed. At the same time this all has been happening, the wind had gotten stronger. It's crisp and clear, it has become more active in communication too."

Between your celebratory smile and Kazuha's serene expression, Beidou had nothing to refute with. Instead, a wide grin crosses her face and you stumble as she drags you and Kazuha down to the main deck.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Everyone's eyes are drawn to Beidou as she yells. "The creator is a step closer to coming back to Teyvat and we all witnessed it! So let's celebrate like we mean it!"

It's impressive how nearly all of them already grabbed a glass of beer and raised it at her words. Cheers were heard all around as they raised the glasses and drank cheerfully.

Beidou had already released you and Kazuha to grab her drinks. Your eyes linger on the bloodied bandage wrapped around her palm. It was still bleeding heavily.

A familiar tug on your clothes brings your attention down to Guoba.

"Lala? Lalala!"

You don't fight the caramel-colored panda as he drags you toward the kitchen. It also doesn't let you notice how Kazuha was reaching out to you before being dragged into a conversation.

Xiangling runs around the kitchen with a tired but bright smile as you are pulled in.

"Thank you Guoba for bringing Y/N here! You can have this spicy cornbread as a treat."

She's quick to place a plate of food on the table and return to cooking. The sight of Guoba's food reminds you of your last conversation with Xiangling.

Yeah, you aren't forgetting that for a long time.

"Sorry for calling you here after so much went on, I just had another favor to ask you. I was curious if you can bless food the same way the creator can."

Wasn't she the one who fought a leviathan, is still somewhat injured, and went straight to cooking??

"I've never tried to bless food before but I would be happy to try! What food exactly do you want me to bless?"

Blessing food the same way the creator does sounds a lot like how you would feed the characters in the game. The most likely method would be cooking the food yourself and seeing if it had any effects.

The only other way you could think of blessing food would be by putting some part of your body into it. Which would be disgusting and a pain to do so, so hopefully you just need to cook it.

"I want it for Beidou to heal her hand. It's bleeding pretty heavily and she needs it to use her weapon. I was thinking something easy like sticky honey roast."

"Then just leave it to me Xiangling, do you have the recipe?"

"Yep! Right here." She hands you a slightly charred paper before scurrying over to a pot that's almost boiling over. Would you need to cook this manually or just use a pot like in the game?

The recipe consisted of 3 meat, 2 carrots, and 2 sugar. Nothing else was written on it... How were you supposed to cook with only this?!

Sighing you take the ingrains as the young chef runs around the kitchen. With a lingering sense of unease, you drop the ingredients into the pot and light the fire.

You turn around to grab something to stir it and look back to see it cooked.

Standing there stunned, you look at the perfect sticky honey roast sitting innocently in the pot. Deciding to count your blessings, you serve it on a plate and confidently call it blessed food as you hand it to Beidou.

It works surprisingly well, the bandage is unwrapped to see the skin sewn back together and most likely repaired. Beidou whistles as she examines her hand.

"Gotta hand it to you kid, this is pretty impressive. I usually have to wait for the creater to come and heal me up or wait ages for it to get healed properly."

"This was all Xianglings idea, she deserves the praise. I'll be sure to tell her the good news." You leave as Beidou begins drinking faster with her healed hand.

So you basically never need to cook again, what luck! Would giving someone a fried egg, bring someone back to life? Or would it wake someone up from a concussion or coma? That would all depend on whether characters are dead or just passed out when their HP reaches 0.

Walking into the kitchen, Xiangling is busy putting the final touches on the feast she prepared.

"Got good news for you Xiangling. The blessed food worked and Beidou's hand doesn't even have a scar."

"That's great to hear! I was pretty worried she would have permanent damage or something. She always brushes her wounds off if they aren't life-threatening."

Xiangling pouts at the memory of Beidou's recklessness as you take the initiative to help her. The silence is nice but your thoughts keep wandering back to the human remains.

"Hey Xiangling, I've got a question for you but this might be the wrong time to ask." The look she sends you is one full of curiosity.

"What happened to the families of those you killed and made into food? Did they not get a burial, casket, or at least an urn?"

The expression she wears is a mixture of guilt and disgust.

"Blasphemous people like them do not deserve a funeral. They die and everyone will scorn them for betraying the creator. Most families disown that person or act like they were never part of their family."

She stays kneeling by the cart of food and Guoba trods over to her with his usual carefree attitude. She holds him close and speaks sadly.

"They do deserve punishment for what they did but I want to believe the creator would want them to perish with some good blooming from it. At least by cooking them, that person can help another life grow, and my cooking skill improve."

Each time you ask something like this whether it's Inazuma or Liyue, the situations are always so much worse than you thought. To think what you thought Xiangling did from some sick sense of worship, which isn't entirely false, was mostly born from her signature kindness.

Do you condemn her, comfort her, or encourage her?

"We may never know exactly what the creator thinks, all we can do is keep moving forward. For what it's worth, I don't think you're in the wrong. Your intentions are pure and it's not like your actions can make the situation any worse than it already is."

You bend down and place your hands on her shoulders. She looks up at you and smiles happier at your caring expression.

"Enough about that. Let's go bring these dishes out so we and everyone else can enjoy them. We should be celebrating after all!"

The prep she usually has comes back and she's pushing the cart as you follow behind her. Everyone cheers as Xiangling hands out food and people sit down.

Picking a plate of F/F, you sit on a crate next to Xinyan and Kazuha. Beidou seemed to disappear somewhere with Xiangling again.

The taste and texture are like nothing you've tasted before. Whatever she did to make your favorite food taste even better needed to be shared with you.

"Real happy with that dish aren't ya?" Xinyan comments as you basically inhaled everything but the plate.

"If this dish was meant to be savored then she shouldn't have made it taste this good."

Xinyan laughs at your words before continuing to eat the spicy food she has on her plate. By the overload of spices you can smell, it must be one of Xiangling's creations that Xinyan is so happy to try.

"Now that things have calmed down, I wanted to tell you that I loved your music! It was a bit worrisome with all the fire but I understand that you needed it for the battle."

"Aw, that's real nice to hear! Most of my performances tend to burn down the stage but rock 'n' roll is all about that kind of fire."

"Must have taken you a long time to learn how to use your instrument and vision without burning down everything."

Your comment is casual as you start eating one of the desserts Xiangling brought out. Alcohol is starting to be passed around, you aren't sure if you should drink or not.

"I practiced loads with people as the 'audience'. They all died during the test runs but it's fine since they were already known for being sacrilegious. Burning them to death as a sacrifice was the best thing they could hope for."

The dessert gets stuck in your throat at her words. Coughing a little, you keep your head down to avoid showing your face. Kazuha rubs your back trying to help you.

Was it a trend for pyro-vision women to tell you horrible things with complete ease?! First Xiangling with the cannabilism to Xinyan sacrificing people...

"That was legal, right? Do you still sacrifice people like that?" You struggle not to stutter and Kazuha is still watching you with that same worried expression.

"It is legal in Liyue with the right certifications. Not long ago you had that private concert with the burning of a few treasure hoarders if I remember correctly."

Xinyan nods in agreement at Kazuha's words.

Maybe you should stop being surprised and just expect everyone to have committed crimes like this. What's next? Brainwashing?

Kazuha and Xinyan continue to chat about whatever burning they may or may not have participated in as Xiangling comes over with some alcohol.

"Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if any of you guys wanted some beer, rum, or grog. Grog is the lightest since it's just water and alcohol. I might just drink that since I just became old enough to drink."

"I'll just have a glass of beer, I have another concert tomorrow and the last thing I want is a hangover." Xinyan is quick to take a swing of the beer.

"I'll pass on the alcohol today, I drank enough yesterday." Kazuha glances at you as he speaks with a slightly nervous tone, no doubt remembering his behavior when he first met you.

"Could I have some rum? I wanna celebrate a lot after completing the first major mission from the creator." Discarding your previous thought of avoiding alcohol, you decided to drink to congratulate yourself for surviving this long.

Definitely not because you wanted a distraction from what you just heard from Xinyan. Nor of the idea that Liyue may be even harder to live in due to their dependency on Rex Lapis. That may or may not have also pushed them to be even more fanatic for the 'creator'.

The rum was sweet but it burned as it traveled down your throat. The strong liquor made your head spin for a split second. You're quickly coming to regret it.

"Hey, Kazuha? Can you watch over me as I drink? This rum is stronger than the drinks I'm used to."

You ask Kazuha with a flushed face as you rest on his shoulder. The lights shine down on you as everyone else is up enjoying themselves. As sweet as always, Kazuha smiles down at you and nods.

"I promise to watch over you. No harm will come to you especially as I don't plan on drinking a single drop."

Feeling reassured you thank him and continue drinking. The party is getting louder and messier with each drink given around.

Xinyan is singing and strumming her guitar as a good chunk of the crew sings along with her. Xiangling was passed out on a crate as her tolerance for it was still low. Beidou was the only one you couldn't see from your spot on Kazuha's shoulder.

"You're the work hard, play hard type huh?"

You sway a little as you jump in surprise at the voice so close to your ear. Kazuha peers around you at Beidou who was standing firmly despite the amount of liquor she already drank.

A feeling nags you that Beidou is still as sharp as ever. Someone who drinks as much as she does must have a high tolerance. The smell of alcohol is strong as she speaks.

"You didn't strike me like the type to drink rum, I would have thought you would go for a beer or just a single glass."

You follow her gaze to the multiple glasses next to you. It seems you drank a lot more than you initially planned.

"Don't look so disappointed Y/N! It's normal to want to relax with a good drink after such a long day. This is a celebration too. Let all your worries melt away."

She speaks with a cheer and your hazy mind makes you smile up at her. Your worries, anxiety, and general distrust of everything are the farthest thing in your mind.

The sharp smile Beidou sends Kazuha as he tightens his grip around your waist goes unnoticed. The weird tension that occurs is gone just as fast as it came and the liquor seems to hit you full force.

"I think I need to sleep, it's really hitting me now." Your head keeps falling onto his shoulder as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"I'll escort you to your room Y/N-" "And I'll join you two with Xiangling, poor girl couldn't even handle the grog."

Kazuha's face is frozen in a smile as you drunkenly nod at Beidou. Xinyan who is still pretty sober waves at you all and you wave enthusiastically back.

Giggling as the room spins you let your body rest on Kazuha as he helps you down the stairs. Xiangling is thrown over Beidous shoulder as she follows you both down the stairs.

"If I ever let myself drink after this, I wanna drink with you next time Kazuha. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"That does sound nice, I'm sure the wind will have us meet again after this trip." Kazuha's voice can be barely heard through the fog in your mind. A crooked smile is on your face as you nod sleepily.

Fears of the future seem far away at this moment. The fear of coming across a statue of the seven and Zhongli appearing is like a distant memory. The mental image of saying the wrong thing, getting caught with the wrong group, and getting a torturous death is comparable to a dream.

As the urge to close your eyes gets stronger and harder to resist, you instinctively adjust your mask.

Your fragile and most important defense against a repeat of the Ei situation. Terror squeezes your heart as you realize just how dangerous this situation is.

All it takes is for Kazuha to remove the mask during your drunkenness. Whether it be out of curiosity of your face or kindness thinking it would be uncomfortable to sleep with it on.

Nothing you think, worry, fear, or do will matter after that. Despite the dismay, your eyes close as the urge to sleep overtakes you. With your consciousness drifting away and your body in the ronin's mercy.

I was really excited to post this chapter. Everyone's reaction to Xiangling's cooking was super funny. (Fixed it up on mobile so forgive the mistakes.) On the topic of Beisht, I have to say that my original plan was to have it be a oc. Haishan's ancestor from the Archon War. But after everyone was guessing Beisht, I started thinking if it could work. And surprisingly it did! All the main points I had with the oc worked with Beisht. Plus Haishan was still able to stay as a kid cause a visionless Beidou defeating a whole sea monster god just doesn't make a lot of sense unless he wasn't full-grown. And I honestly don't want to create an oc if I don't have to. I don't trust myself that much. Xiangling's cannibalism was supposed to be just a one-time thing. But a certain person mentioned Hu Tao and I realized I forgot to incorporate the rest of the world into it. So that's what inspired me to think deeper on it. I'm quite happy with how it turned out! It confirms Xianglings kindness, and the cruelty of the cult, and can help excuse any future plot holes I may accidentally create. So thank you certain person that I will not name in case that's uncomfy. I also wanted to ask ya'll a question. Do you guys expect certain sagau tropes from this series? Like I incorporated popular stuff like healing foods, mentions of gold blood, etc. But the only thing that I've really made set in stone in my sagau is the cult au and imposter au (without a true imposter masquerading as Y/N). I'm asking since I don't want people expecting something like a character to recognize us (like Fatui or acolytes from Khanriah -kaeya for example). Then get disappointed when I don't ever do that. Not saying I won't have interactions with those characters! I just don't want to lead anyone on. If you read this far then thank you <3. I really appreciate ya'll support. Just seeing a notification that I got a heart, comment, reblog or message makes my day. Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @sielt, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @conspicuous-mayonnaise, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @sielt, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zeniths, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @undecidingfate, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @fluffy-koalala, @mer0n37, @victoria1676

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PAIRING: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: 809

WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

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It had started out slow — gentle touches under the covers as they allowed their bodies to wake on their own time. It was meant to be quick, maybe five minutes of grinding and thrusting until they got what they wanted, and that’s exactly what had happened.

But it hadn’t stopped.

Neither of them can remember the last time they woke up with this much desire in them, or the last time they’d been able to make it work this good, but when they’d ended round one with even more lust and need in them, they’d just gone with it, ignoring the two alarms he’d set for work the night before.

He’s made her cum twice, the first time on his cock, the second time when he’d slipped down beneath the covers and tongued her until he felt her thighs shake and she’d squirmed away with a plea for a quick break that he barely gave before shoving her legs apart and sliding back inside.

“Holy fuck—” she tips her head back, reaching up to grab hold of the pillow above her head, “Sam, please…”

“What?” He leans back, skimming his hands down her ribs and over her belly, “too much?”

“No, no,” she takes a quick breath, and he watches her rock her hips up to feel him move inside her, “don’t wanna make a mess.”

He chuckles, leaning down just enough to kiss her, “we made a mess already, don’t know how we could make it worse.”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s fixing his grip on her waist and pinning her in place against the mattress. The heavy slap of his hips hitting hers fills the room, and she only makes it a few rough strokes before she can’t hold back the sweet whimpers and moans that drive him absolutely crazy.

Her nails dig into his skin, and he grits his teeth at the sting, letting out a grunt that makes her tighten around him. She loves it when he’s loud, and he doesn’t hold back on giving her what she wants. He can get one more out of her if he really works for it.

He’s almost lightheaded when he feels her start to tense up again, and she tips her head back, mouth open as she works a hand down between her legs and touches herself just enough to help him out. Her thighs shake, and he collapses over her, thrusting through the strong waves of her orgasm as she whimpers and moans in his ear.

She lets out a breathy giggle when he rolls her over and tugs her hips up into the air. Two pillows get stuffed under her waist to keep her propped up, and he takes a moment to sit back and stare at the mess they’d made between her legs, where there’s just a little bit left of his first release mixed with the slick of all three of hers. He wants to knot her so fucking bad and and it kills him that he’s not going to be in rut for another month.

She lets out a heavy breath when he pushes in, teasing her inch by inch until she’s stuffed full of him and he can feel her squeezing around him, teasing him right back.

“Go harder,” she whimpers, “please—”

He shifts his weight behind her, catching his breath as his hands slide up and down her sides. “Y’sure?”

She nods eagerly, sucking in a deep breath that almost makes her dizzy. “Yeah, I can take it.”

“Good girl.” He squeezes her hips, and she clutches at the bedsheets when he finally gives in to his own lust and ruts forward as hard as he can. She bites down on a knuckle, eyes shut tight as she takes every heavy thrust that has her practically crying from the overstimulation.

“Fuck—” he curls over her, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her against him as his orgasm starts to peak, “gonna come in you, baby, you want that?”

She nods as best she can, lips parting as his teeth graze against the side of her neck. “Yes…”

“That’s my girl.”

She braces herself for it, unable to move her hips or legs as he uses his weight to keep her pinned underneath him. She can feel the start of it, a quick throb that’s matched with a deep grunt, and then a soft rush of wet heat inside her that makes her almost want to come again. He holds himself deep, fucking everything he’s got into her until she feel him relax. He stays inside her, moving up close to keep himself tucked deep as he dots her neck and shoulders with kisses that have her squirming.

“I’m calling out today,” he whispers against the back of her neck, “I’m not done with you.”

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can i request prompt 14 and 17 with remus!? Maybe the third person is james in both cases?

Would be awesome if you could include both the prompts in the same

<3

send me one of my boys + a prompt

remus + reader ⋆ "can you both just kiss and make up—" both of you: JAMES— + almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

you both weren't on speaking terms for almost two weeks now, thirteen days. even during breaks from hogwarts you two wouldn't go as long without as much as a letter. but there you were, sat in the same room, avoiding each other's gaze as much as humanly possible, talking to everyone else besides each other.

of course, of course, remus was the one to start it, he was the one to avoid you like the bloody plague after making out with you at a gryffindor party. you tried looking for him, talking to him, confessing, and the boys would always cover for him, he's not here, dunno where he went. and what were you if not the pettiest fifth year hogwarts has ever had? you could avoid him too, better, you could simply not talk to him at all. not a hello, not a good night. if he couldn't face you to reject you properly, you wouldn't face him at all.

it was getting ridiculous, it was messing up the whole group dynamics, lily and james had to switch desk mates to acommodate your resolve, lily sitting with remus as she felt you would go as far as isolate yourself from all the boys if it meant getting your point made, so she wouldn't give you the chance to, james would be your desk mate. to you, not that big of a problem (but oh, james was a talker, was he always? did he ever shut up?).

as the minutes passed and you kept quiet, sleepiness took over, the fireplace warm, the voices of your friends bringing a sense of home and security, you lay flat on the comfortable rug, your arm going to your eyes to block the light, no one says anything, it's something you're used to do.

you're not sure how much time has passed since you dozed off, it could be minutes or hours, but you were awaken to muffling sounds and one particular voice you knew being raised above it.

"she's the one not talking to me, why're you ganging up on me!?" your eyes opened immediately as your upper body flew up, eyebrows close in a frown as you glanced over remus.

"i'm not talking to you!? now you're blaming me!?" your tone made every sound disappear, only breathing being heard from everyone in the common room. you can see other students outside of your little friend group shuffle around getting their things to leave what seemed to be the beginning of a fight.

remus doesn't even bother to answer, shrugging it off as if it was an obvious thing, that you were the one making things harder and weird. you curl both your hands into fists, trying to keep your cool, "you vanished, avoided me and asked the three moronic musketeers to cover for you." gasps come from the other marauders at the offense, remus opens his mouth to reply, nothing comes out. he didn't think it was that obvious, he had been thinking you were ignoring him.

"my dudes, just, can you just kiss and make up—" james proves that no, he indeed doesn't ever shut up, earning the most genuine yell of his name coming from both you and remus.

your mood and your body softens as you glance over remus for the first time in days, actually taking him in, he looked tired as always, but his eyes were glued on you, sweet, yearning. lily is quick to notice the switch, pushing all the boys outside so you two could talk.

the two of you stay silent, but remus takes it on himself to make the first move and try to fix what apparently he was the one to break in the first place. he gets up from where he is, getting closer to you as your heart beat like it hadn't done that the past two weeks. he offers his hand and pulls you up, not hugging, not touching more than the hold on your hand.

but he's so close you can hear his heart, his breathing, his scent is manly and sweet and you're drowning in him, your eyes glued to his as you try not to sink. "i thought you'd want to forget it." it being the several minutes his hands roamed your body as your lips didn't leave his. or the way his hands gripped on your waist to dear life, almost scared you would disappear in thin air. you take one step closer, but you don't reply, in case he has more to say, and he always does, he's an over explainer by heart. "you were—hammered. i needed time to deal with that."

why couldn't he just ask. why did he just assume you were only kissing him because you were too drunk? the question comes quick and the answer is in his eyes so evidently it makes your heart bleed. because he's insecure and thinks that little of himself. your hands pull his collar without thinking, the desire to show him how silly that was, and his hands find balance in your waist not to fall over you.

it's happening again, your lips are about to touch, you're about to feel him again. if it wasn't for james coming into the goddamn room talking about his forgotten scarf. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

remus takes notice and uses the opportunity to regain a bit of dominance, pulling you to him in the kiss you were both longing the past thirteen days. thirteen days he spent thinking of you, remembering the party, wishing he could feel your lips on his again, writing little notes to send you and throwing it away, glancing at you hoping you'd glance back at him so he could somehow read you for answers, was he in love alone?

no. he wasn't. and now he finally knew and he could melt in your arms as he always wished to.

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Could you please write a Sprout x transmasc reader?

It's fine if not, just ignore the request:3

Note: Hey, just a reminder there, I might portray it wrong and im fucking sorry, my dude. I had to do research, ok I admit I feel bad with my poor knowledge. Sorry to all trans people, IM SORRY. I actually need some specify cause some still confused with transmasc and transman. Do correct me! I will fix it for ya!

Sprout X transmasc!reader

TW: misgendering but bullies gonna get shot, poor writing, swearing.(Divider cred: anitalenia)

Sprout:

You feel uncomfortable with your body. The feelings of unfamiliar eyes staring at your body sent a wave of distress over you, helplessly squirming in vain despite assuring yourself that you're safe.

Why so hard to breathe normally, the feeling of being trapped in another body suffocates you heavily. Despite the friendly eyes looking at you, you fear that they're just faking it.

Sprout feels bad, he doesn't know how to help with your dysphoria, often trying to help and comforting you, whispering words that he loves you for who you are.

Will fucking apologise if he accidentally makes you uncomfortable like holy shit man, he fucked it up so horribly, he gonna find a hole to die in there for real.

If anyone is being a dick toward you, you better expect an angry Sprout running after them, yelling in frustration. He doesn't understand why some find it hard to respect someone, why people find the joy in ruining someone's day for merely being their true self.

After all, he hates excuses, dismissing all of your wrongdoings and justifying your actions doesn't sit right with him, it's just some buttcheeks words to run away from your troubles. By the time he's back, he would just say sorry for making you wait.

Gently remind his friends to be mindful, and also use your preferred pronouns.

This fucker here is like an angry owl that would take your soul once he knows what shit you had done. If they mess with you, they gotta get through him first, he had plenty of surprises.

Gives you sweet nicknames and a kiss every morning, I think Sprout also would be the type to leave notes in your room, also leaving your favourite food.

Cosmo is there, being a supportive bro and helping you pick out clothes if you're feeling dysphoric

He's also there when Sprout needs him in giving him knowledge, or just both of them searching it up on the internet. Just to let you know, they support you! Biggest fans even!

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*Kicks door down with a feral expression.* Oh sisters im back from war! Anyways as soon as i saw your asks are open i back bursting in lol. Okay but to the point, i would like to ask for Wukong x m reader x Macaque fic. I dont care if its kicking my legs fluffy or jaw dropping smut i just wanna eat up some more of your work.

(^If your not comfortable with the request feel free to ignore it and leave it be, thought dont forget to take care of yourself and have a lovely night/day!)

((If there's already a 🦝 anon i will be really sad if not i won the prize :D))

REDACTED asked:

 please make a fic or pic of Macaque and Wukong fucking the shit out of a male!reader (or each other) and the bottom is so full of cum that there's a lil cum belly appearing. I'd love it if there's a praise kink involved and or their body weight is crushing the other. (If you do reader, since the monkey's are cannonly 4 ft, the reader could be a lil taller than them.) Neck shit is so hot to me and extra points to bite marks! And a few more for licks and kisses on the body, starting soft and teasing the neck then get overstimulated as time goes on.

At the start if you want, Macaque can tie reader down with his shadows but that is purely an extra…just an FYI I love chubby and strong guys (soooo chubby Wukong is a plea) (Also also reader is a bottom lol)

Muses and Messes (Macaque x Male!Reader x Wukong Smut)

Alrighty chat, we're kicking off with a rare triple-combo-request the only smut I'm doing this round since I had this fic in the fucking oven for too long, it was fun writing though, plus the peeps over on AO3 get some smut art (I'm afraid of Tumblrs policies, so you guys over here get it censored like the holy children we are)

You know the drill, porn below with an image this time!

“Honestly, I just don’t understand how you can make shapes turn into a whole human being.” Wukong hummed, Macaque smirking behind him.

“It’s easy, Wukong. You just need to do it piece by piece–you know, instead of trying to draw the whole body in one go..” Macaque’s tail flicked as he sketched onto a new sketchbook, pages already filled up and wrinkled with countless eraser shavings that thinned out the page significantly. Macaque mumbled to himself, practically hissing at his paper, “If only the shapes could orient themselves correctly.”

You looked between the two as they drew. It was a strange request to have the equivalent of two gods knock at your door and ask for art lessons, but you couldn’t complain with the amount of money they were eager to give you. You could easily have your rent and bills paid for the rest of the year with that kind of cash. 

“It’s all about practice mostly, not everyone draws with geometric shapes, some people just freehand it.” You explained, quickly sketching out the two styles, a messy yet natural human beside a stiff yet cleaned up person. “It’s all about how you prefer to learn and what style you’re going for.”

“You think you can find your style, Wukong?” Macaque teased, sticking his tongue out at the king. Wukong rolled his eyes.

“I could do it today if I keep it up!” The old monkey chirped proudly. “I’m already getting a hang of everything.”

You sighed internally, watching as the two of them began to race over perfecting human anatomy. Their eyes glanced over to you occasionally before more scribbles filled the room. Contently, you drew out the two before you, figuring that they would forgive you for using them as subjects–an eye for eye, you mentally grinned.

Their bodies were pristine, sculpted by time and the godly nature radiating through them. You knew well of the tales between the legendary Monkey King and his adversary, the nigh-omniscient Six-Eared Macaque. The power the two held rivaled that of heaven and the Jade Emperor himself, and the power of Buddha was the only thing that could keep them down for the count.

As the years passed, the world grew to know less of them, both of them disappearing to their own journeys and fates.

It was only until a few months ago that you were even aware that the two had returned to the public eye–in some fashion, at least. It was until now that you were aware of their healing bond, an interesting detail that had you wondering for more about the two.

For now though, you were content in simply drawing them.

“How’d you do that?” A voice had rumbled behind you, causing you to yelp and jump from your seat. Macaque leaned against the chair, his expression never changing but briefly, you swore you saw the curve of lips and a flash of teeth.

You glared at the darker simian, sitting back in the chair before opening up your sketchbook again to the doodle of the two monkeys you had centered on the page. “Practice, mostly, that and you two were so focused on drawing that you were still enough for me to get the pose right.”

“Hmm,” Macaque leaned in closer, his fur tickling the side of your arm as he inspected your work. “Interesting…”

“My people don’t look like that.” Wukong appeared beside you, his tail grabbing your sketchbook while he looked closely at your drawing. “How do you make them look so…unique?”

“Oh, well, it’s about shapes, mostly–again, heh.” You stumbled over your explanation. “Design is kind of a personal thing, like–I would say you choose your designs based on what you feel is right.”

“What feels right, huh?” Macaque purred in your ear. “Hmm, that’s a unique way of saying it.”

Macaque’s breath tickled at your neck, blowing a puff of air into the shell of your ear with a wide smirk. Wukong’s tail had long since wrapped around your arm, a knowing glance shared between the two of them.

Macaque whispered to you again–somehow closer, yet almost hesitant. 

“Could we explore your body, see how right it feels?”

You shivered, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. You didn’t expect your lesson to end up like this, but…

It was…tempting…

Wukong’s voice whispered in your other ear, impossibly quiet for the boisterous sage. “We’ll make you feel good, give you a reward greater than the riches we could offer.”

You couldn’t resist the warmth of their breath nor the way their touches soothed invisible pains in your body. You didn’t know you were so tense, yet at their gentle command, you were caught in a willing trap, a net that embraced you yet restrained you.

On your knees, you were tied up in shadows, naked before you knew it. The shadows were chilled, not quite cold yet definitely not warm. You shuddered at the sight of Wukong and Macaque’s glossy fur, half-hard dicks presented to you. A silent question rose, and you answered, licking along Wukong shaft while Macaque’s hand stroked his own cock.

Wukong’s cock pulsed against your tongue, throbbing as he became fully hard. You whimpered under your breath, brain mulling over the next steps. You felt a hand–Macaque’s–stroke your hair comfortingly.

“Do as much as you can,” Macaque’s voice was sweet, slightly tense as he forced himself to stop stroking. “You’re doing great.”

Your brain felt mushy, cloudy–like the world had stopped spinning and time only waited for you to begin anew. Macaque’s hand never left your hair, never stopped petting you in his show of support. You took the tip of Wukong’s cock into your mouth, hearing Wukong’s breath nearly hiss out in your sudden movement– it sent waves of pride through you.

Slowly, you lowered your head, relaxing your jaw as you took Wukong’s entire length, feeling his tip hit lower and lower into your throat.

You looked up, feeling Wukong twitch in your mouth while your tongue lapped up what it could. Wukong’s eyes were glazed over, looking down at you in anticipation yet pride. You hummed, smiling to yourself as you began to move, hearing Wukong’s breath stutter again as you bobbed your head enthusiastically on his cock, tasting the salty yet strangely fruity precum that your throat practically milked out of him.

“--Fuck,” Wukong groaned, his hands clenching at your hair like a lifeline, sending shocks of pain and excitement through you. “You’re real good at this, y’know?”

You felt your core coil at those words, warmth spreading through your body as you continued to lap at Wukong’s dick, the taste slowly consuming your thoughts.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Macaque muttered behind you, his hands rubbing your back while you focused on Wukong. “You like being praised like a good boy, huh?”

You couldn’t answer in your position, but Macaque still chucked to himself. “Keep doing what you’re doing, and you’re headed for a looong night.”

Your mind quickly came back to you; memories flashing through your mind before a particularly calculated thrust jolted you back to the present. Macaque growled behind you, low and rough grunts from Wukong joining in as they continued to abuse your asshole. You couldn’t feel your legs, but the warmth from Macaque’s chest nearly burned you while Wukong’s movements sent waves of pleasure through your tired body. Everything ached, yet you craved more.

They were as much animals as you were a toy to them, and your core clenched at the thought. You felt something sloshing in your stomach, warm and pleasant inside of you.

“Hey–” A hand lightly slapped your face, Wukong slowing ever so slightly to look at the mess you’ve become. “You with us?”

You nodded, groaning as Macaque had stopped entirely.

“Keep–mng–keep going,” you pleaded, feeling the low rumble of Macaque’s chuckle.

“If you say so,” and they continued, not bothering to start slowly.

Low whispers sang into your ears while your cock bounced against your stomach, Macaque and Wukong pressed against you, nearly crushing you.

“Such a good boy for us,”

“Look at you, taking us in so well,”

“What a cute boy you are.”

You whimpered against the heat surrounding you, feeling your stomach tightening as you slower creeped to your edge.

Suddenly, they stopped again, warm cocks still inside of you. You groaned, your head slamming into Macaque’s shoulder while Wukong chuckled.

“You aren’t finishing yet,” Wukong purred, licking your neck. Macaque hummed behind you, kissing your cheek before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, pain sinking into your sweaty skin. You whimpered, feeling tender kisses and light nips across your neck. Wukong went lower, pressing more kisses along your body and giving your dick a teasing lick to your dismay.

Macaque lowered you slightly, shadows cooling your heated skin while you hummed in question, trying to ignore the pained ache in your body. Low purrs rumbling through his throat while his hands caressed your chest.

“Wukong, you done over there? Our muse here looks like he’s going to explode.”

Wukong muttered under his breath, something about the importance of patience and care. Macaque chittered to Wukong, the sound almost a warning to your ears, but Wukong gripped your legs, looking at you with lust-ridden eyes.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your own hips bucking with need.

You were quickly filled again, Wukong growling into your ear. “Hope you’re ready for this round.”

In one thrust, he bottomed out with a grin, eye gleaming with finality. “You’re not going to be able to walk after this one.”

“Enough chit-chat, Wukong.” Macaque groaned, desperate thrusts from his hips. “Your voice is grating enough.”

Wukong’s hips moved, hitting your G-spot with impressive accuracy. You melted into their crushing touch, eyes closed as bliss overcame you. They slowly sped up, your hips bucking up in your quite loud desperation for release. Your moans echoed through the room, growls from all sides of you joining in on the sex-filled duet.

You felt a snap in your core and screamed out, feeling the cooling touch of a shadow stroking you off as you came intensely, more cum filling you up while Macaque and Wukong pressed against you.

The three of you panted intensely, shadow tentacles releasing you gently onto the couch while cum poured out of you. The two monkeys seemed barely phased, sweat being their only marker for any sort of exertion. They grinned down at you, kneeling down by the couch to hum their praises while they cleaned you up gently.

“You did so well for us.”

“What a good boy.”

You drifted off into a blissful slumber, your lower half practically numb yet shaking at the same time as the sounds of quiet cleaning sang you to sleep.

[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 11: “The Myoui's Acknowledgment Celebration Goes Wrong”

I'm back!

I know I've said this when I updated the TWICE x Reader one-shot book on my actual return, but lemme do this as I began to revive all my works that were left undone during my hiatus.

Speaking of hiatus, I'm sorry if yours truly took months of break away from writing. Your boy wasn't been treated well by the world but you know, you gotta find ways to keep on going and nevermind everything that's stopping you from making your life goes on, right?

Anyways, let's get these right back up as here you go, it's been since last year when I last updated this book, and boyyy the story is about to expand more as what's also been going on with The Bloodline's storyline right now in WWE (which is fucking fantastic again, if yall gonna ask me what I have to say about it. Can't wait for WrestleMania XL btw!)

I hope you enjoy the return of The Holy Trinity back in the ring to continue the tale, everyone!

PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9 [The Reason Why]...

"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary"away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.

YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.

The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.

1 WEEK LATER | November 4, 2022

The camera switches to the Bloodline members gathered around in their locker room. Momo is in her usual pose, elbows tucked against each other along with her poker face, Mina with her cool demeanor, YN with the angst and Sana looking hyper as ever.

"Girls, we are rolling, we are rolling, we are ROLLINGGG!!! Oh, The Bloodline is rolling right now!" Sana exclaimed in glee. "Roman is current handling business on his own..."

"Yup." Mina goes along with Sana's speech, responding to the words she's saying while nodding her head at the vibe.

"So are you girls against BLACKPINK..."

"Yeah."

"And when you do, you girls were on the verge of breaking the all-time record as the longest Tag Team Champions in the history! You're there!" Sana clapped as she gave much emphasis at how important the last words should mean for the twins who are gonna face BLACKPINK tonight for the said mission.

"Yeah we're near there, and that means we're about to go out there right now and tell BLACKPINK what's about to happen tomorrow when they mess at us!" YN answered. Sana paused for a second as she looked confused. Mina and Momo looked at you too.

"With there? At the ring?"

"Right now."

Sana snorted and nervously laughs before proceeding to speak. "Uhm, YN... we talked about it okay?..."

Another complain coming from the Honorary Muse, blocking away your intention to do what you think is the right thing to do. That prompted you to remove the Tag Title belts on your shoulder frustratingly as blood began to boil again on your head.

"...and I feel like we're making some absolute progress here hmm?" Sana continued as you tried to intimidatingly staredown at her while waiting for her to finish talking. Mina is just watched the two's tension starting to grow again between each other.

"Can you please not do that? Going out there in the ring? There's no need the reason for it, the match is made, you get a good night sleep, you go beat BLACKPINK, you go on the record that's right there at the corner. There's no reason-" Sana's enumeration got interrupted when YN burst out the anomaly spotted behind those lines.

"Okay okay, so just because you're only one step ahead on becoming an official muse of The Bloodline, you think you're in change of me?" YN mocks Sana. Mina and Momo are just guarding them stressfully. "Because of what Yuta said huh? Hey, check this out: this ain't no Bloodline thing, it's exclusive only as The Myouis thing. We are tag team champions before you, and we will be still the tag team championship long after you're gone, Sana.", you pointed at her.

Sana only stared at you seriously who nudges your elbow at the back of Mina's arm to signal yourselves that they have to leave. As you disappeared at the scene, it left Mina looking at Sana apologetically.

"He's got a point, Sha." Mina's lips tilted and she shrugged before she departed too.

Sana and Momo were the ones left remaining inside the locker room. "Wait, Mina please don't go, girls don't go..." Sana beggingly tried to call their attention but went no effect.

"Why why why...oh well, they're gone." She slumped her hands on her waist, head bowing down in disappointment.

Meanwhile, The Myouis exit backstage to appear inside the arena, making their entrance to the ramp as they are scheduled for a segment tonight in the ring. They posed and bragged with their Tag Team Titles on the ropes before they grabbed microphones eached for their speech to be heard.

As their theme ended, it revealed the echoing boos from the crowd they received. The twins remained nonchalant, as it's part of being their bad guy routine anyway to piss people off but still remain undeniable.

"HEY HEY, THE BLOODLINE IS NOW IN YOUR CITY!!!" You shouted before you raised your finger to the sky followed by Mina to perform the signature gesture of your stable.

"Hey, brother / sister, we are on our way baby" Mina said to you with a large interested grin plastered in her face.

"To what?"

"We are on way to a history-making when it starts tomorrow night at Crystal Doom as the longest reigning Tag Team Champions EVER!" Mina clarified, hitting a preview for the viewers for what's most likely about to come this coming Saturday as they go on a fight with BLACKPINK in another pay-per-view event.

The crowd was divided in the chant, some are continously throwing boos while others began mentioning the unintentional joke that Sana made you embarassed and almost laugh at how silly it is.

You rolled your eyes at that flashback and avoided your gaze away at the crowd as shyness starts to become evident on your expression. "And it all starts with BLACKPINK. Yeah, that color group because YOU THE TWOS, AND WE... THE... ONES!" Both you and Mina proudly raised your fingers again before the crowd got uplifted as the titantron and the theme of MAMAMOO played in the arena.

The Myouis gazed annoyingly at the stage, watching the duo Solar and Moonbyul make their way into the ring.

"Hold up hold up hold up..." Solar was the first to speak while they're walking.

"Let's pump the brakes right now." Moonbyul followed.

"Slow it down...

"Take a second..."

"Just stop, stop..." Solar tells the twins. "At Crystal Doom, it's gonna be The Myouis vs. The BLACKPINK for the Japan Federation Tag Team Championships, and to be honest... we all root for BLACKPINK." she made it clear who they despise as they reached the ringside and approach the steel stairs.

They entered the ring, and stepped foot in front of The Myouis letting them talk their talk. "But if there's some Bloodline luck on yall and win against BLACKPINK then retain those titles, then we need you both to understand one thing." Moonbyul said as Mina following her glares.

"When you're on that plane, flying back home, as soon as you both got back down and step here in Japanese soil, you will have the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions waiting to tear you both from limb to limb in order to protect our legacy!"

The crowd cheered. Mina and YN nodded and smirking impressively at their challenge while being too boastful deep inside of them that they're just gonna be another obstacle to pass in their journey.

"In other words, we got next!" Solar simplified their plans in one sentence. They want the turn for the titles.

Moonbyul raises her mic to make the crowd cheering for their team name to be heard louder. Mina and YN mocked them as they presented the titles gripped around their hands. They went away from the microphones and traded barbed words at each other off mic as things slowly get fuming up between the two most legendary tag team in the company's modern history.

In the middle of their confrontation, it was surprisingly interrupted by a sudden blindside attack by BLACKPINK who hit both Mina and YN on their backs, sending them down on the mat.

Rosé and Jisoo are now standing face to face with Moonbyul and Solar who met their arrival.

After seconds of silence and staredown, their minds had one thing in common, and their intrusive thought won as each pair attacks The Myouis. Moonbyul and Jisoo is stomping YN while Solar and Rosé is doing the same thing on Mina.

"MAMAMOO and BLACKPINK are teaming up against The Myouis!" commentator Knight Yoo calls the scenario on the ring.

"Both in kahoots with their common enemies!" his partner Lee Kwang-soo added a remark as they watch the ongoing outnumbered advantage of attacks being given to The Myouis.

That didn't last long when Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo of The Bloodline came down rushing to the ramp to help their members.

MAMAMOO turned around as they noticed additional footsteps from behind. They were then met by a strong clothesline by The Fighting Machine of The Bloodline.

Sana then charged at Rosé and the two traded hits around their bodies. Jisoo then ran at Momo and cradled her from behind, trapping her into a choke.

Momo grunted as she uses her full strength to push Jisoo upwards until she got placed on top on her shoulders before being slammed down hard on the ring.

Sana dodged Rosé's hit and pushed her towards Momo who greeted her with a loud superkick straight to the face.

Momo is completely decimating the chaos in the ring. She picks up Jisoo and throws her out of the ring through the ropes while Mina goes for a superkick also on Moonbyul.

Joining your twin, you superkicked Solar also as soon as she got right back up on her feet, having her rolled out of the ring. All of The Bloodline members remained and the only enemy they have left with them is Rosè who is still hurting from Momo's superkick.

They all pointed at the poor helpless fighter. Momo and Sana picks up Rosé while you and Mina readied yourselves in a distance. They pushed her to receive a thunderous double superkick from The Myouis.

Rosé was knocked out while The Bloodline marches around the ring to boast at everyone watching who owns the show and who is on the top here.

Sana then directed Mina and YN to climb up to the ropes to do one more devastating assault. They followed the Honorary Muse and they both prepared to jump high for a double frog splash down through Rosé's broken body.

However, it didn't happen when thankfully Jisoo came back in for a rescue and this time in a much more effective way. Bringing the classic strong style in her, she brought a steel chair with her and quickly smashes it on Momo and Sana before she scares off The Myouis out from the turnbuckles.

She was so distracted that she didn't realized that Momo came back up and surprises her with a superkick to shut her off. She they hurriedly hooks Jisoo and performs her finisher Spinning Momo as she slams her hard again on the ring.

Momo lets out a battlecry before she checks upon her co-members. "And tonight, The Bloodline unifies. Tonight, on the same page. Tonight, protecting the family." Knight Yoo reacted.

The Bloodline members rolled out of the ring, leaving the damage they have done on their opponents as they end their segment for this week's episode of Knockdown.

3 DAYS LATER | November 7, 2022

Following Monday Night War, The Bloodline opened the show with the still defending Japan Federation World Tag Team Champions The Myouis with Hirai Momo successfully defended the titles against BLACKPINK this past Saturday at Crystal Doom pay-per-view event held in the Philippines.

They were interrupted by MAMAMOO who still has scores to settle against them after receiving attacks last Friday night.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in just 4 days on Friday night, you are looking at the longest Japan World Tag Team Champions in history defending our reign against the current Tag Team Champions, The Myouis." Moonbyul confirmed to everybody about their upcoming match this week with them.

"But... but... listen to us when we say you both the truth that after match, we will become the champions once again and most importantly, our reign of 483 days before will never be broken." Moonbyul smirked.

"Look, wait... we gave yall your promise right? Hell of a tag team."

"Also record-breakers." YN agreed to his/her sister.

"Breaking down barriers..."

"And multiple tag team champions too." They kept continuing on mentioning MAMAMOO's accomplishments before. "You know, I'm proud of yall."

"I'm really proud too."

"Yeah, and these people must be so proud of yall too." Mina included the crowd who proved her thoughts correct as they cheered. "Even me would be so proud, it must have feel so great to become... the SECOND greatest tag-team champions of all time."

Mina laughed as the crowd switched into boos.

"Wait, did they said 'second best'?" Moonbyul asked with a weirded reaction. "You two must have forgotten: we still hold the record, so that means YOU are chasing US." She said as she pointed back and forth at them to theirs.

"That means you're chasing the girls who built this place from ground to up. You two are chasing the girls who changed what Tag Team wrestling should be in Japan. Lastly, you two are chasing us who are first-generational superstars." Moonbyul referred to their team.

"You see, you all had people cuddling and holding you two around teaching you how to do this. You both got tryouts baaed from what your families did before you!" Moonbyul continued to spit some facts against their famous rivals. YN and Mina are getting sour at their reality check.

"You two have built your legacy from the backs of your cousins, your uncles, your fathers, grandfathers while WE built our legacy from our OWN BACKS!" The crowd then cheered louder at how harshly true she's beginning to be.

"You don't know about the pressure we've been on before!" Mina argued back, not letting theirselves getting humiliated. "What do you know about pressure, huh? What do you know about making a name for yourself, coming from a family like ours!"

"They don't!" YN assisted. "Yall have never been in the ring with our family before!"

"Nope!"

"Do you know who belongs in the ring here with you now?"

"Talk to them!"

"It's the perfect definition of what two tag-team are!"

"Yeah!"

"Since day one, we the ones!"

"Yeah!"

"YN and Mina... we are THE MYOUIS!!!" YN exclaimed as loud as he/she can get to release the fire building up inside of him/her.

"NOW THAT'S PRESSURE!" Mina bragged about the intensity of the exchange of their lines to slap back against these two biggest haters of their careers in front of them. The crowd were very impressed at their mic skills and how they were able to return back the favor after being destroyed by Solar and Moonbyul earlier.

Moonbyul stepped forward and eyed sharply at both YN and Mina. "Do. Not. Speak. To. Us. Like. You. Know. What. Pressure. Is.

PRESSURE is when you are roaming at the backstage, not knowing if you'll get fired someday. PRESSURE is when you want to try other things outside of this company just to see if it'll work and provide you higher rate of survival in your daily life. PRESSURE is when you put three of the most important women together in one team only to get booed at first, so don't you both dare speak to us like YOU KNOW WHAT REAL PRESSURE FEELS LIKE!"

The crowd is getting wild from their positive reactions at the sight of this masterclass of a segment between these two professional teams going personal within each other.

Moonbyul and Solar heard their names being chanted and they appreciated it wholeheartedly. "Do you hear that? Because they know what we've been through. That all those pressure has what turned us into DIAMONDS!"

"DIAMONDS? You talking about those diamonds in your crown?" Mina retorted, referring to when Moonbyul won a tournament before and crowned as the 'Queen of the Battleground' only to get destroyed by The Bloodline, especially Yuta Nakamoto who smashed her accessories.

"Those diamonds must be those jewels that our cousin Yuta Nakamoto stomped in?" Mina and YN scoffed and chuckled as they teased Moonbyul who is getting offended.

"Poor you, cuz look at us, we got the real diamonds around here now!" Mina and YN then raised their title belts above.

"And about you, Solar..." YN focused on her this time after being quiet while letting her friend Moonbyul talk about their frustrations. Solar's attention got taken, as she stares directly at YN.

"If we haven't forfeited in that turmoil years ago, there will never be a WrestleTopia moment for you!" The crowd ooh-ed at how brutal that fact was. The Myouis were talking about that moment 3 years ago when they were babyface at that time, they helped Solar win the whole gauntlet match by forfeiting their spot so that she can advantage on the last opponent in which she won and granted her a world title match at the main event of WrestleTopia. Months later, she won and had her first world title win.

"Remember that? We gave you that chance and that moment! Having your kids running around and taking pictures with you, so you're welcome Solar!" YN sarcastically told her. "As a matter of fact, don't even show up on Friday.  Just stay home with your kids and let us do what we always do."

Solar sneezed and shook her head before replying to YN. "Stay home with my kids, huh. What kind of mother would I be if I chose to forfeit such an important match from the likes of... you?"

YN got insulted, her smirk shrinked. "You don't understand what this reign means for us. For yall it's just another accomplishment, another championship but for us, this represents us back in the times when we started with a lame concept that nobdoy should've ever overcame that, BUT WE DID!

It represents a time when we come for work, clawing and scratching all we have just to fight to attain a resemblance of what a success of  team should be like for this industry, all to be told by many that we suck but we did that!

And lastly, it represents a time... that might be the last time that us, MAMAMOO as whole who will elevate you in the process so... no. We will not forfeit in this match just to let yall continue to reign."

Solar and Moonbyul has made their final decision, dropping their mics as well as The Myouis who has no other chouce but to accept the determination and bravery of these two tp step on the plate and challenge them for one of the richest prize in the industry.

They raised the title belts and they all looked up at it, mesmerized and motivated that either of them will become a champion this Friday night on their showdown.

4 DAYS LATER | November 11, 2022

The Bloodline once again opens up the show but this time, for this weeks Friday Night Knockdown and it is understandable when the people know that it has been announced that tonight, The Empire Chief is gonna pay another city a visit to lead a "Bloodline Acknowledgment Ceremony" for The Myouis once they win against MAMAMOO (in which they did, making them now the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of all time earlier at the show), and for them to...

"...RECOGNIZE ME!" Yuta Nakamoto yelled on his command, making the rest of The Bloodline (except for Sana who is absent for a day-off due to personal matters) and most of the crowd raising their ones to the sky for the current World Champion. YN felt a weird reflex when your head moved on it's way and your eyes lingered around, someone's missing beside you. You realized that Sana wasn't there. Furrowing your eyebrows, it had your perplexed why of all the members of your group, she's the one you sought to find first.

The special adviser for The Bloodline, Park Jinyoung took the opportunity to speak next about the topic he has in store for the public. You shook your head to focus yourself back on the most relevant subject here. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Empire Chief and I were having a discussion on the private jet flying onto this hellhole..." The crowd of Yokohama then booed loudly at him for insulting their city. Jinyoung was shocked as he spun around to witness the whole audience hating him.

He went silent to enjoy the whiny voice echoing around the arena before proceeding to speak. "MAMAMOO vs The Myouis is not a good sports rivalry. MAMAMOO aren't gonna compare to The Myouis. No team can! The longest reigning tag team champions in the history lives on the Island Of Relevancy and now, MAMAMOO has been cast out of the Ocean of Obsecurity like any other beings who stepped up against The Empire Chief... Tbe Highness Of The Land... and your Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto."

Jinyoung said, praising the stable he's managing. He then passed the mic on Yuta after gesturing him to do so.

"It's not easy to be my cousin. Our whole lives, everyone has been acknowledging me for my greatness. And honestly, I never thought I'll see this moment to come." Yuta said as he walked back and forth on delivering his speech. "YN... Mina..."

Yuta paused when they heard the theme of BLACKPINK play, ruining their celebration. Rosé and Jisoo came out with microphones in their hand.

"You see, we're sick of The Bloodline using numbers game every week." Rosé spoke up. "Well, tonight... it's fight night! And we... got some backup."

A familar theme hits the speakers, causing the crowd to erupt in joy. Rosé and Jisoo got hyped up to see a close friend return in one piece.

Lisa Manoban confidently makes her appearance, with a bandage wrapped around her arm.

"It is indeed fight night! The woman who The Bloodline took out of action with a fractured elbow is back!" Knight Yoo exclaimed on the commentary.

She began to speak, but the crowd nor even The Bloodline can hear what she's saying. The microphone is having a technical difficulty, but Lisa kept on continuing to speak through stutters.

Yuta laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA what is this? Y-you can't even get the microphone work, I mean come on! What are you gonna do now?"

Lisa sighed and got a little bit pissed off at the technical team for embarassing her at her return but she just placed it aside and walked with Rosé and Jisoo on the ramp, approaching the ring.

"You see, Yuta..." Lisa's voice is now loud and clear. "I have no problem saying it to your face when the truth of the matter is that..."

Rosé and Jisoo instead sprinted through the ring as Lisa secretly tasked them to get distracted. She follows her friends as BLACKPINK collided with The Myouis while she went forward against Hirai Momo.

Yuta Nakamoto disgustingly watched the whole mess around him before he decided to join the fray by stomping on Jisoo. It has became a 4 on 3 assault, with The Bloodline slowly punishing BLACKPINK.

Yuta was about to boast the domination they're having in the ring but he got interrupted when the titantron plays the theme of "The Korean Warrior" Kim Jennie, eliciting another loud cheers from the fans.

All reactions from The Bloodline was shock and disbelief as they didn't expect that Jennie would help her former friends, but little did they know that because of the assault and what they did on Lisa's elbow a month ago has  made BLACKPINK to change from heels to babyfaces in order to battle against The Bloodline.

Mina came rushing on Jennie but she presented her with a big boot, then rapidly rushed through the ring before YN approaches her next, only to receive a beadbutt.

Jennie then goes face to face with the woman who costs her the World Championship back at her homeland in Clash In The Combat months ago, Hirai Momo. The two stares down at each other before they unloaded exchange blows at one another.

Momo slapped Jennie hard but she bounced back on the ropes and clotheslined Momo. She then received a sneaky big boot by Yuta who was watching their fight.

Yuta then knuckled Jennie's top of the head until Lisa gets back up and spun Yuta around, turning his attention on her as she passed couple of hits around his face.

He then stopped her attacks by wrapping her around the waist and carried her on the turnbuckle to unleash some bumps on her midsection. The rest of the Bloodline and BLACKPINK then went on to continue attacking each other around the ring, giving the viewers a possible hint of a future feud and a match to come.

The show ends with the security and backstage personnels arrive in the ring to break up the brawl beween The Bloodline and BLACKPINK as the time runs out to air.

[smolcuriouskitten]

Starter for @hartlines ; Terminator Bodyguard?

Onyx practically dragged Rocky into her dressing room after the shots rang out. Someone attempted to take her life during one of her tours and despite bullets flying, she had an annoyed expression on her face despite the crowd screaming and her fans running out of fear.

"Get your ass in here woman!" Onyx yells as she shuts the door, practically tossing Rocky onto the ground.

"What the fuck, I was in the middle of one of my sets and they ruined it for me?! Please tell me they caught them please, I will deal with them myself, screw the police at this rate!" Rockelle fusses, standing up and going for the door until Onyx used her magic to hold the starlet in place.

"Calm your hot head ass down! Dont forget we are supposed to be playing human dumbass!" Onyx fusses and Rocky plops down on the floor with an annoyed groan. "This is bullshit."

"Its bullshit that you still dont have a security team."

"Onyx, we been over this. We can handle ourselves and-"

"The humans don't know that."

"Well we can make it known that-"

"Do you forget if anyone seen you take a bullet in a lethal area, your career stops. You know that right?"

"So why hire a human to protect us? Thats more of a liability."

Onyx shoves a magazine in Rocky's face and the woman quickly snatches it away. "What is this?" She asks, looking over the cover.

"They have android terminators now. We can get one of those to protect you." Onyx responded with a smug grin, Rocky looked over the cover confused then chuckles.

"Yeah right, androids don't exist."

Rockelle's jaw was slack looking at the tall man before her, looking at him with both amazement and curiousity. "This will be your new bodyguard." Onyx proclaimed, ignoring Rocky's expression. A soft tap on the mans chest and a grin. "Fully loaded and has knowledge of any and all weapons he can get his hands on. Ruthless, unrelenting, and will kill a bug if he sees it fuck with you." Onyx gently taps Rocky's jaw so it closes and yanks her wrist closer to shake hands with him.

"Holy shit they do exist...." Rockelle murmured. "Now he already knows his mission. So all I can say from here is good luck." Onyx says, putting on her deadpanned expression as she grabs her bags to leave.

"Wait but you didnt say anything about-"

"Talk to it. It will tell you what you need to know."

"Now calling the man an it is mean! Im sure they have a name!"

Onyx shot Rocky a look, one brow raised and her lips curled in irritation. "Yeah okay. Its a robot, not a person. Just talk to it, I got shit to do."

Like clockwork, Rocky promptly throws a pillow at Onyx for being so rude, which the other woman dodges as she walks out of the room.

Rockelle slowly approaches the Terminator with a confused expression. "....You sure do look human to be a robot. Maybe shes messing with me. Whats your name dear?"

[jistagrams]

4:23am

paring: idol/bf!seonghwa × gf!reader

genre: smut & fluff if u squint

warnings: thigh riding, oral (m receiving) , pet names (baby & pretty) I think that's it , if I missed any my apologies

(not proofread)

"hwa" u spoke up after 3 hours of quietness filling the room. you were in his dorm room while the rest of the members played games and yelled in the living room. He looks away from his batman Lego set to look at you, "yes y/n?" He spoke softly focusing on only you, placing some legos he still had in his hand onto the table. "come pay attention to me" he smiled at your sentence, standing up and walking over to his bed, you invite him into ur arms and he gladly takes the invite, crawling on the bed as he hugs u back, kicking off his slides. He lays ontop of u placing gentle and soft kisses on ur face,neck, and chest. u slowly close ur eyes, feeling comfortable in your boyfriends arms. "Don't go to sleep now pretty, u made me stop doing what I was doing to pay attention to you" he speaks softly, slowly taking off ur shirt (it's his), u open ur eyes back up to see him staring directly at you. He sits up to fully admire u in this moment. He lifts a eyebrow , cocking his head to side seeing that u were only wearing a shirt, nothing else. "were u hoping this would happen?" He says going down to kiss ur stomach. "No.." u mumble trying not to let a moan out as seonghwa kisses the inside of your thighs. "right." He says lifting back up to take his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in his room. He gets up to sit on his chair, getting comfortable as u sit up and stare in confusion. "What are u doing??" U say grabbing the shirt he took off of u, slipping it back on. U go to stand infront of him where he pulls u onto his lap. "I'm pleasing my baby. Duh." He says almost sarcastically. He places u more onto his thigh, starting to bounce his leg as ur ontop of it. He smirks when u let out a small 'oh'. "Be quiet now pretty, the members are home. Can't let them hear ur cute little noises" he says going back to messing with his legos. U start to hump his thigh, almost desperately. Letting out muffled moans since ur biting onto ur boyfriend's shoulder. He let's out a soft whimper from the pain ur bringing him. Trying to focus on the legos was hard, it was hard ignoring ur cute little noises and his growing member. "Hwa.. m' gonna cum" u shakily speak, he stops moving and pulls u off his thigh. "Cmon pretty let's go to the bed" he smiles at u knowing that he just declined ur release. Feeling a little annoyed by it u get out of his arms and push him back onto the chair, kneeling down infront of him. He stares at u in awe, not knowing that ur jus gonna do the same to him. "Is my baby treating me tonight??"he smiles as u pull down his sweats and boxers, his dick already leaking with precum springs up. Not even having to spit on it u put it in ur mouth, knowing that seonghwa gets talkative when u give him head, he places his hand onto ur head, pushing u down to take him all. U gag a bit , but determined to get him of the verge of tears u continue on. Bobbing ur head up n down , using ur hand for the rest of him. "y/n..." he moans out, thrusting his hips up, fucking the inside of ur mouth. "Holy shit.. m' close" he whines, letting out whimpers,whines and moans not even trying to be quiet. "u said u wouldn't be fucking tonight wtf?!" Wooyoung screams out as he walks into his older member getting head on his chair. U stop and seonghwa pulls out of ur mouth mumbling under his breath. Wooyoung closes the door soon after, not wanting to see such a scene. "I knew hwa wasn't a dom, give me my 40 san." He says holding his hand out.

[triple--a--threat]

so about voltron

idk where this post is gonna go, but i have thoughts and feelings about this show and needed to get them out. so. rambley post it is.

i dont think it's new information for anyone that voltron and its fandom suck major ass, unless you've been living under a rock, and in that case, get back under that rock sweetie. this show sucks a fuckton and this rambling will be nothing more than critique and bashing. anyways

at the end of season 2 shiro was going to die in the original "plan" as far as we know. we were gonna get a heroic sacrifice and the team would go back to its 1984 setup with allura piloting the blue lion. except of course the machinations of the universe are beyond us so shiro did not in fact. die. he was the most popular character and his merch sold the most, so he couldn't possibly die this early on. who else would've made dreamworks their pure gold bars?

so as daddy dreamworks demanded, the writers delivered and un-unalived shiro, completely disregarding their original flimsy shambling excuse of a plan in exchange for among the worst plotlines i have ever seen anywhere. possibly the worst that exist in all of television ever. we got 4 seasons (well really 2) of completely directionless, contrieved, contradictory, and mind-numbing bullshit. stuff happens because someone wanted it to. 2 eps later something very contradictory happens because someone else wanted it to. i cannot stress this enough it feels like the writters were split into factions each of whom had very different ideas about literally everything in this fucking show. some of the dialogue actually feels like someone just wrote down the arguments and fighting going down in the writer's room. shit was made up along the way as the show went on for far longer than it had the right to, and for each and every fucking plotline the writers were divided and kept on shooting themselves (and the others too don't forget) in the foot for the sliver of chance that their story will be canon. just completely backstabbing each other for the sake of it and no regard for what is actually happening. it would be hilarious if it hadn't destroyed my sanity. and for a bit of a personal opinion, a liitle ymmv, none of the writers had any good ideas actually. even ignoring the nonsense opposite fuckery happening, none of the plotlines were good lmao. please end this and me oh god.

as a result we got a completely wish-washy, flip-flopping, self-contradictory, reductive mess of a show which never had any good original ideas or story much less a fucking plot or even a plan in some direction. the writers had no goal except to get their plot on the paper disjoint from everything else with jackshit regard to the overarching storyline. well if there was anything resembling an overarching storyline in the first place.

ig i'll talking specifically about the some of the worst offenders in the "the writers never thought of anything" situation - the allura racism arc, the clone shiro arc, and fucking lotor. oh my fucking god motherfucking lotor. holy shit they fucked him up.

i dunno where to begin with the allura racism arc except for the fact that it was DUMB. completely out of the blue and so fucking forced. for a princess of a diplomatic people she sure is fuckin racist for no fucking reason. even if she doesn't trust any and all galra (ig they didn't have unity in diversity activities in altea), she has no reason to not trust keith. like. my guy what. he proved himself as a paladin of voltron and has directly and indirectly saved her ass. why is she racist oh my god. and why doesn't coran hold any animosity towards the galra? he also lost his homeworld (and alfor)? and he lived on altea for far longer? ig women are emotional or smth. man. i also liked (absolutely despised) the the fact that it kinda took a #notallgalra turn and i was jesting about it and then they actually said that in the fucking show. hey allura not all galra are bad. hey allura stop being a bitch. and then the writers forgot about it btw and made allura racist again 2 seasons later. hmm. wut. also they never checked their own internalised racism or whatever as *points to zethrid's design*. lmao. WAIT also the conflation of racism with speciesism. yknow. using anti speciesism messages as anti racism messages. classic white person living in california moment.

alright the clone shiro arc. because its the keith and shiro show and we can't loose half of our money milking cow. and we shan't make them explicitly gay. only allude to it and sprinkle in family brother stuff so nobody actually thinks they're gay. that would be blasphemous. we shall continue with our pseudo-incest for the rest of the show and give shiro a last minute husband so they don't haul our ass for gaybaiting and burying our gays because we somehow managed to do both of them. anyways where was i. oh right shiro died but they had to bring him back blah blah but they made a clone of him for? reasons? while the real shiro is in the subconscious of the black lion or smth for unexplained reasons. i have absolutely no idea why they did that. they have a carbon copy of shiro in terms of everything - personality, fighting capabilities, homoerotic scenes with keith - for jackshit reasons while they could have the actual real shiro running around but i guess not. the clone is the exact same as the real guy until he isn't. because. we need more drama in this over extended bullshit show i guess??? clearly we don't have enough stuff going on we must make it more exhausting and confusing to watch. also clone shiro is as good and noble as normal shiro until he got a headache and now he's evil at the flick of a switch and retains none of his previous personality and is therefore irredeemably evil and nothing can be done to save him. he's bad and evil and must be forgotten. they never mention him again later on except for a throwaway comment on how evil he was except he wasn't evil guys you're not gonna fool anyone. oh and btw the real shiro's soul or whatever got supplanted in the clone's body because idk man where his original body went and he retained all the memories of his clone self because isn't that convenient. fuck everything. also this arc culminates in the best episode of this show despite everything wrong with the events leading up to it and the way they handle lotor in this episode. more on him later. it's literally among my favourites now 10/10 would watch again it was so fucking good. kill me. i.

again, i don't know where to begin with lotor - such an interesting character who got the short end of the stick. the worst victim of the writers' squabbles. i genuinely liked him a lot and then. such a shame. well there are other characters- oh no. there aren't any other even remotely interesting characters. not good, no no, no one is good in this show, but just fun to watch.

he starts off as an antagonist to team voltron but he's not actually a threat. he maybe wants to use them to further his goals but really he isn't the villain per se. which sucks because there aren't any villains in the show now cause the previous main villain is out of commission for who knows how long. and then whoops lotor has to kill one of his generals and then the other generals betray him and now i guess he's with voltron now. sure why not. interesting turn of events. at least it isn't boring. i'm having fun can't you see. then he kills the previous villain (who is his father did i mention that) in episode two of season five. yes s05e02. i dont know any more than you do. and now it sucks even more cause theres literally no fucking villain rn. then he and allura start working on quintessence or whatever because she learns that he is half altean and btw do you remember she is racist. now since he is not 100% galra (bad people) but half galra half altean (good people. her people) she smooches him and stuff and. also btw all this fuckery is happening alongside the climax of clone shiro arc. yeah this show may suck. whatever evil shiro who wasnt evil is defeated and lotors really helped team voltron and the galra empire is going to stop conquering worlds and the show is going to end on a mid note. well.

EXCEPT SIKE BITCH LOTOR IS PURE CRAZY EVIL FUCK YOU FOR EVER ROOTING FOR HIM. FUCK HIS WHOLE CHARACTER BEING ALL "IM NOT MY FATHER" AND THEN AT THE END 180ING MAKING HIM JUST LIKE HIS FATHER. FUCK EVERYTHING FUCK THIS SHOW YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEWHAT GOOD. WELL FUCK YOU IT AINT EVEN SOMEWHAT GOOD.

i. im just so disappointed in his character and the plot twist for the sake of twist that i cant even express how disappointed i am except for shouting through the use of all caps. one final fuck this show

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 28

Vampire fanficftion Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes or tights but fangs or might.

Clark pov

We didn't open the door yet the two guards are still holding me as I am playing possum. "Don't open the door yet I have a plan just all of you fall back." I told them I did feel something like lightning inside of me I started to levitate off the floor.

I squeezed my hand into fist and the door was locked up where this magic is coming from my only guess is the Zeus ring. "Holy shit Clark." Richard hazard.

I pulled a Carrie. From the inside of the room as courtesans are being pelted with objects. As I am a few feet off the ground even from behind the door I scanned the souls of the people to find Thalia and I did.

Beside her is Bruce this won't take long as pandemonium is happening inside the room. It's like an invisible string I pulled on it and I knew it was Thalia she fell to the floor like a rag doll she is at my mercy now.

I was in so much pain my back felt like it was on fire I gave that pain to Thalia ten times fold, I threw the invisible string tugging at her whatever force let me bend and break her bones.

I heard a cruel cry of agony from inside the room I have dismantled her strength and that's when I opened the door.

Still levitating I glided towards the couple as people panicked as they saw me. Richard and Thomas are not far behind me. "Thalia look at what you've done now where is Al Ghul." Bruce gasp not understanding what is happening.

"Fine won't talk Thalia you will spend the rest of your days demented in the underworld." The dagger up my sleeve took flight on it's own and slit Thalia throat blood splutter out screams of murder echoed the room.

I was controlling the dagger it was all me the poisonous dagger floated menacingly towards Bruce. "Clark no please don't kill him." Richard grabbed my arm tugging for us to exit.

I ignored him for now but I didn't pull my arm away. "Did you try to kill Joseph Bruce." Shock his eyes went wide icy blue eyes penetrated mine, He looked at me more closely and understanding now who he was looking at something about him but there was no time to study it at this moment.

"No." Bruce answer.

"Don't lie to me." I motion the poison dagger closer to his eyes I could even smell the poison on the wicked steel.

"I never tried to kill you." He answers again he is scared but there is something else in this man I couldn't pin point what it was. "Don't lie to him boy." Thomas interjected at Bruce. "I swear I never tried to kill you." Bruce said walking towards Thalia.

"Step the fuck away from the evil you fool look what you've done to your kids to me. If I could I would kill both you and that bitch" Thomas in his anger clutched his heart shit !

"Grandfather oh god." Thomas slumped to the floor. "You've killed her it's good enough." Thomas says to Richard holding him he is still clutching his heart.

"It's time for you and him to go back and get Raz now she won't be coming back for both of you anymore." Thomas said and looked at me. "This is how I died anyways knowing my good for nothing son turned him and Jason into werewolf. Please watch over yourself your good boys." His eyes closed he was gone.

My anger boiled inside of me the dagger still floating went through the window and shatter the stained glass. "If I ever come here again or in the future for any affair about Al Ghul I will kill you by association." I threaten Bruce his face an expression of sheer ruined.

I started to faze in and out of this time frame as me and Richard started to be pulled in and out of consciousness. As I looked one last time to Bruce who is a mess on the floor clutching his father's dead body tightly.

I woke up feeling stiff and my body felt awkward and disoriented. It needed time to adjust to the feeling of being alive wow ! That means I was about to be truly dead.

I looked around and found the others watching me Richard came closer to my face.

"Good you're up." Tone Stark said it had a bicker in his hand with a blue liquid inside of it. "Zatanna woke up sooner then you guys we were worried that you wouldn't come to. She helped me wake you guys up it looks like something happened to Thalia the spell she cast disintegrated before our eyes." Tony's tone voice sounded a bit suspicious.

"I killed her and threw her soul into the underworld." I explained holding my head I felt dizzy a headache was about to start if I kept talking.

"Great then it's over." Stark sounded relieved looking at Steve.

"I hope her father's dead in a ditch somewhere otherwise it's done." I told them the room felt lighter as I reassured them.

I am here in the present day and I made such a impact in the past I wonder what the future would hold.

The end act 28 next is act 29

Thank you for reading