#puh that took me some time

[sgiandubh]

It's all in the details

Pap walk and a totally last minute (panic?) setup. I am writing this with confidence.

Have a look at the photo credits, as per People magazine, that saw it chez the ever serviceable JJ and pounced on it (you know conversations mildly happened, even if no rep confirmed anything, btw):

As pointed out in one of the comments threads, we know who the people at Backgrid are:

It is not difficult to find out who that particular contributor is:

This particular photo, mind you:

Who is @wj_images?

'Street portraits and event photography'. Particularly interested in the Soho neighborhood of London.

Follows Russell Tovey (and a bajillion other celebs, but not S) and the @allisjoycafe account (mutuals). Bingo!

Let's connect some dots, shall we?

Pics were taken in front of the Soho antenna of the Burger & Lobster restaurant chain, 36-38 Dean Street:

Across the street from the Dean Street Townhouse, actually. See for yourself:

All is Joy Cafe is part of All is Joy Studios, in Soho. Workspaces and events hub. 75 Dean Street, Soho:

They even have a TikTok account, ROFLMAO:

Distance between All is Joy Studios and Cafe and the Burger and Lobster Restaurant is 157 feet. Roughly 48 meters:

The circuit is like follows:

SRH -> Russell Tovey -> All is Joy Studios and Cafe -> wj_images paparazzo -> Backgrid ->Just Jared -> People magazine

As for Jennifer A's involvement, I would be very reserved, this time. Remember (LOL) his representatives (her, of course) have not confirmed anything to People magazine. It was SRH's idea and jingle all the way.

LOL. Did someone say 'organic'? Jeez, Louise, puh-leez.

I rest my case. And this time, it took me one hour, not 15 minutes.

[20nugs]

I NEED YOU TO WRITE THIS

ok so, basically the reader and matt had a lil make out sesh and she was wearing lipstick and he had it all over his lips and face, and she didn’t tell him, so when they went to see nick and chris well…

PUH-LEASE THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY

Lipstick Kisses

a/n: this is such an amazing idea

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: making out😼

summary: request😍

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I come out of the bathroom after finishing my makeup, and I am immediately met with Matt sitting on my bed. "Holy crap," he says, standing up, his eyes trained on me, "you look so good!"

I laugh as he grabs my hands to pull me closer to him. "Thank you honey, I knew you'd like it," I say, smiling as he frames my face with his hands. He pulls me in for a soft kiss that turns almost immediately hungry and passionate. I could kiss his lips for days, drinking in his taste.

I hazily remember that I'm wearing lipstick, but I disregard the thought as Matt breaks the kiss briefly to tilt his head and dive back in, kissing me even deeper this time. My head turns fuzzy and the only thing I can focus on is his lips on mine and his hands on my body, not even noticing when Matt walks us backwards to sit on the bed.

I pull back to catch my breath. As Matt does the same, I press kisses all over his face. I pull away from his skin and giggle at the sight of his face being covered in lipstick marks and kisses. "What?" He breaths, his eyes full of adoration.

"Nothing," I murmur, still lightly laughing. He smiles at me and catches my lips with his. When we break apart, I ask, "Wanna go grab something to eat?"

Matt smiles. "Yeah, c'mon," he says, pulling me off the bed. I take the lead down the stairs, Matt trailing behind me with his hand in mine. I smile to myself, remembering he is still very much covered in lipstick.

"Hey guys, we're gonna go grab some food, do you want anything?" I call out to Chris and Nick in the kitchen.

Chris rounds the corner, still looking at his phone. "Yeah can you get me some nug-" his words are cut off as he looks up at us. "So that's what was taking you guys so long," he snickers. Chris brings his phone up to eye level and takes a picture.

"Bro, what?" Matt asks, confused. "Why are you taking a picture?" Just then, Nick comes around the corner.

"Oh my God," Nick laughs. "There's no way."

"What the fuck is going on?" Matt asks me. I can't help but laugh as he looks at me. Chris laughs and silently shows Matt the picture he took. Matt's eyes widen.

"Looks like you were busy," Chris says, smirking. A blush creeps up onto Matt's face.

"Shut up," he mutters, rolling his eyes playfully. "I'm gonna go wash this off," he says, turning on his heel, embarrassed.

"No, don't wash it, it's so cute!" I smile. Matt huffs and stays where he is.

"Fine, but only 'cause you asked," he says, his face a beet red. I beam at him and lace my hand with his as Nick shakes his head.

"I guess we'll be off then," I say, pulling Matt with me to the door.

"Don't be kissing on all our food," Chris calls after us, and I giggle as I hear Nick's laughter. Matt's ears turn pink and he groans, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever," he mumbles, but still allows me to press another lipstick kiss to his cheek, showing anyone who sees him that he's mine.

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a/n pt2: not proofread correctly cuz it's 1 am😻 don't be afraid to comment any mistakes you see!!

[hazbinshusk]

okay so this one could be a shot in the dark…. but maybe blitz catches some sort of flu that isn’t awful, but it’s bad enough that he should stay home, and reader has to practically pull him away from the door so that he doesn’t go to work -🕰️

🕰️ anon back again with another sweet request. combined with a kiss prompt because they tickled my brain together.

prompt #40: an impulsive kiss.

“For fuck’s sake, Blitz, go back to bed.” you groan, getting up from where you were sitting cross-legged on the floor. The imp has clambered up off the couch, stumbling and swearing as the blankets you’d heaped on him tangled around his legs. He lands face down on the floor, cursing into the carpet. “Fucking… damn it, Blitz!”

You grab his arm and haul him to his feet, far gentler than your tone would have suggested. He shoves you off, only to fall into a fit of overly-dramatic sneezes. Rolling your eyes, you lead him back to the couch and force him back down onto it.

Loona had texted you early that morning to ask you to keep an eye on the imp – he was out with some kind of flu, and with work piling up at the office, she was needed to use the grimoire. You, on the other hand… Moxxie and Millie could handle it without you.

“’m fuckin’ find,” Blitzø gripes, shaking off your arm.

“Uh-huh,” you reply dryly, handing him the cold medicine you’d brought with you. “Clearly, if you’re pronouncing it ‘find’.”

He glares at you, refusing to accept the bottle. You roll your eyes again, setting the medication aside. “The fuck are you here for?”

“Because Loona asked me to be,” you say simply, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. “Now, will you get some rest? Please?”

Blitzø stares blankly at you for a few moments before he blinks and shakes his head. “I gotta go to work.”

Before you can react, he’s clambering over the back of the couch, and you sigh as his foot catches on his tail and he falls back onto the floor with a thump. How the same man you’ve seen effortlessly slaughter how many humans now could be so damn clumsy in his own home, you have no goddamn idea.

“You can’t go to work,” you argue, rounding the couch as he’s pulling his coat on over the t-shirt and boxers he slept in. “Blitz, you’re head is so stuffed full of crap right now that it just took you like, two full minutes to process the question I asked you. You can not be going on a job today.”

“Oh, puh-lease,” he says, his attempt at swagger ruined when he wipes his nose on his sleeve. He's still barefoot, and makes no move to find his boots before reaching for the door. “I can do this murder shit blindfolded and with my dick crammed down someone’s throat, I don’t need—”

He breaks into a coughing fit.

“Okay, your weird sexual fantasies aside—”

“Lemme go!” he tries to shake off your arm as you grab it, pulling him away from the door. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, bitch, I’m not si—”

You sigh, grab him by the shoulder and a horn and shove him back against the door, your lips meeting his before you can talk yourself out of it. Blitzø’s hands are still raised in shock for a few moments before you feel them lower and he’s pressing himself against you and into the kiss.

Your face is burning when you pull away, but your heart flutters slightly despite yourself when you notice him lean forward slightly, eyes still closed, as though to chase your lips. He blinks a few times dizzily, confusion breaking through the foggy look in his eyes.

Then, he coughs once and grins, all fang and snide self-confidence. “Fuckin’ knew you wanted me.”

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his tail against the side of your thigh, pointing at the couch. “Yeah, yeah. You want that to happen again, you go and fucking nap, mister.”

“Ooh, never took you for a mommy domme, tits.” he says teasingly, and you curse under your breath. He snickers, coughing again as he passes you obediently. At least the kiss had been a shock enough to him to temporarily distract him from work.

“Oh, for the love of fuck, Blitz, I’m not.”

“Ohhhhh, so you wanna be the good girl for me then, huh?” he drops onto the couch, and you follow him around. He sits with his legs spread, and he pats his lap invitingly. “I can handle that.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead bending over to bring yourself eye to eye with him. His gaze drops for a second down to your cleavage before returning to your face, and he leans in slightly for a kiss. You grab hold of one of his horns, stopping him in place. You were betting that he was so out of it that he wouldn’t even remember this conversation later, but still, you have to force yourself not to blush as you speak.

“Sure, you can, baby. But you wanna fuck around, I’m gonna need you to get better first.” you tell him, letting your eyes fall down over him suggestively before returning to his face. “Because before you get that dick of yours wet, I’m gonna need to find out what that tongue can do. And if you cough while you’re going down on me, I will kill you myself. Okay?”

Blitzø stares at you wide-eyed for a moment; long enough for you to wonder if any of what you just said actually made it through his flu-addled brain. Then he laughs, falling back against the couch. “Fuck, you’ve got a slutty mouth on you.”

“You have no idea,” you shoot back, tossing the medication into his lap. “Now, take a nap, damn it.”

“And then I get to fuck you?” he asks, then shrugs. He sneezes, his voice comes out gummy and thick with the flu. “Hell yeah.”

He unscrews the cough medicine and throws his head back, and you scramble to wrestle the bottle away from him before he can put himself into some kind of cough-syrup-induced coma.

“No! Fuck—Blitz, it doesn’t fucking work that—fuck!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[drabblesandimagines]

Give me more for the cloud one PUH LEASE

Your wish is my command! I'm playing Remake ahead of Rebirth next month, eeeee.

Cloud Strife x fem reader (work in progress!)

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The merc removes the sword embedded in the wall with not even a grunt of effort, before he swings it around his head in an effortless show, holding it in front of him in a battle-ready stance.

“You lay a hand on her one more time and I’ll take it clean off you.”

He swings the sword once more and swipes it cleanly over your captor’s head, slicing off a good chunk of his mohawk with millimeter precision. Mohawk’s grip on your hair and arm immediately falters and he steps back, now holding his trembling hands aloft as your legs give out beneath you, wincing as you hit the cobbled floor.

“O-okay, okay, man! Sheesh. S-she’s all yours…” He turns on his heel and sprints off, being swallowed by the darkness of the alley.

“Are you okay?” The stranger sheathes the sword onto his back and steps forward, cautiously. You flinch, scooting back to find yourself pressed against the wall.. You’re breathing so loud, and he holds his hands up in what you assume is meant to be a friendly gesture. “Easy. I just want to help. That was a nasty blow you took.”

“T-thank you,” your voice is soft. You're still in shock as he begins to dig in the pocket of his pants and brings out a glowing orb, green in colour.

“Looks sore. May I?” He gestures to your face.

“Okay.” It’s materia, a curing one. He holds it up closer to your cheek and you feel the magic work, immediately the pain subsides. You rub your nose on your arm, trying to clear some of the blood but you know it’ll be a job for the bathroom mirror later on. “Thanks a-again. I owe you. Erm…” You hesitate, “I-I don’t have any money on me, but…”

“You think I interrupted for money?” He seems offended.

You shrug, “No, sorry. Just… it’s Wall Market late at night. Everyone’s got an agenda.”

“I suppose.” His tone lightens again in understanding. “Then what’s yours?”

“Get home in one piece. Always tomorrow…” You hold out your hand then, offering your name, hoping he won't notice it shaking.

He takes it in a gloved hand and a firm grip, stopping the tremor for a moment. “Cloud Strife.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[bucknastysbabe]

I can have an aegon ii crying and whining (love to see that man cry) because he knows you're going to break up with him....

I hope this is alright, thanks for the request. Xoxo

Rating: Mature

Tags: TW//Alcohol abuse, addiction, verbal and emotional abuse, alcoholic/addict Aegon, codependency, description of DTs, break-up, man tears, modern!au, sorry I projected my alcoholism on this, man tears whiny pathetic babykins

A/N: Sorry Anon if I took some liberties, I felt this as a good reason for him to be crybaby. Alcoholic projection gets me ass sometimes

“No-nononono!,” Aegon cried from behind you.

You poured the last of his bottle out of the sink. The fucker had hidden the booze in your boots. Your boots. After boldly claiming he was sober, clean, and going to meetings. Alas, here you were again, Aegon whining and begging once again. Cycle of insanity as that blue book he owned said. Fat tears leaked from his wide orbs, lips trembling, face blotchy and red.

“You lied to me!,” you barked.

He tugged at his hair, big violet eyes fixated on that precious liquid going down the drain. Aegon whimpered, “Stop. Stop it! I’m sorry, I- I- I won’t do it anymore! I hid it for an emergency!” He sobbed as you placed the now empty bottle onto the counter.

This was on and off for what felt like the entirety of the relationship. It was fun at first— party Prince Aegon Targaryen. You two would go all night. You began to grow tired of the non-stop celebration. He’d keep going, snorting in the bathroom, taking something to sleep, leaving to hang out with the ‘bros’. Always had a reason to have something in his system.

You didn’t know if he had ever cheated. It felt he cheated on you with the bottle— ‘his baby’ he so fondly referred to alcohol one time. He had to take an extra semester only to land on academic probation. You graduated and got a job, got a place with Aegon. Upon moving in you expressed your feelings about his habits, the blonde apologizing and swearing he’d be on the straight and narrow.

Your stupid simple heart thought he would change, the little oath he made would settle Aeg some. He did at first, snuggling down for movies, grandiose gifts, and dinner for two with one cup of wine. Looking back on Aegon’s behavior he was too settled— a little hazy, forgetful, coming in and out of the world. Checking his bedside drawer that night explained the situation. Bars upon bars of Xanax in a bag. Something to quell the annoyance of being a real boyfriend.

That was a big fight. You ‘broke up’ with him on the spot. Aegon immediately burst into sobs, crying and promising to do better. No more pills. You believed him, again, the fucker even charmed you back into bed. ‘Making love’, holding hands as he filled you up, promising and apologizing. Sorry sorry sorry.

It’s about all he could muster anymore with you. Sorry.

You swallowed a sob and warbled, “You keep saying you’re going to change Aegon! It never happens! Here were are again, finding your little lies all over the place. You need help! Sorry doesn’t change shit baby. I’m done, I’m done with this. Do you even think about my feelings?”

He whined in distress, walking over and dropping to his knees. You let your sick baby cry into your stomach, arms wrapped tight around you. Sighing heavily you pet his white hair, nose wrinkling at the booze coming off his skin, the sink, everywhere.

He looked up with reddened eyes, pretty lips trembling as he begged, “You’ve got to help me, please, I can’t stop. I don’t want to lose you. Don’t leave me alone, I-I’m scared.” Every part of your body wanted to believe him. The trust had been long shattered like the bottle he threw at the wall one time— smashing it in a drunken rage.

“Why can’t you just piss off and let me do my thing? Fucking ball and chain!”

Aegon whined your name some more, gripping harder. He whimpered, “You won’t leave me right? Right my love?” You looked away and wiped a tear. He clung harder, sobbing, “No, please love, puh-please, no.” Wrenching free from the grip you shook your head. He tried to grab again, you stepping backward with a hand up.

“No Aegon. You need to seek help. For yourself, not me. I’m done. You’ve hurt me enough,” softening your tone you added, “Baby, you’re very very sick. You’ll die. Make a choice.”

He looked disgustingly sad and pathetic on his knees, hands wrenching at whatever was available. Aegon’s brow furrowed as he hissed, “So you’re like the rest— just leaving me.” You sighed in pity, running a hand over your brow. This was getting harder by the second, the damn man wearing you down to a nub.

“No Aegon. You made them leave. Pushed all of us away on your pursuit for, for, whatever you’re seeking inside.”

He warbled, “Don’t say that.”

“Just go look in the mirror. Call your mother.”

You stepped out of the wretched apartment, Aegon’s wailing filling your ears. ‘Don’t leave me!’ You’d break down later. It felt like a gaping wound settled in your chest. You idly wondered if Aegon felt like that— needing to fill the pocket with anything that didn’t make the blonde feel like himself.

Aegon stared in the mirror, puking after a short gaze. He hated what stared back at him. Hated everything really. Now he had nothing to suck on to take the pain away. No baby to coddle him, his baby, who he used and abused like everything else. Aegon sniffled and wiped his mouth. Leaning on the wall in front of the toilet he dialed his mother's number. Straight to voicemail.

“Hey Mom. I need help. Like, put me somewhere help.”

He frowned at how worn down and whiny his voice sounded. Whatever. What did he have left anyway? A future? Maybe. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling the inevitable shakes begin. There might be a hidden spot up in the fake fireplace. The prince would get it when he’d start shaking enough to lose the ability to walk.

[coloradosnumber1dad]

Telephone | Reese Wilkerson x fem!reader

Reese talking you through it over the phone 🤭

Kinda embarrassed to post this ngl

Warnings: Smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation

It started off tame enough, little I love you’s floating through the telephone cord. Then it turned into I need you’s. Then Reese suggested “let’s try something new”

“Go on and take them off baby, nice and slow”

“Mhm, all for you Reese.” You mumbled into the phone, using one hand to push your panties down to your ankles. Your hand hovered over your wet sex, aching to be able to touch yourself, but you didn’t have permission

“Always so good for me hmm. Always doing just what I ask.” He chuckled through the phone, laughing at your silent whimpers

“Please, Reese” you begged

“Please what? What do you want baby?” He loved torturing you like this, bringing you right to the edge and then telling you no. It gave him a goddamn power trip.

“P-please can I touch myself?” You were getting desperate, teeth ripping up your bottom lip, fingers curling trying not to disobey his orders. You were soaked.

“Have you been good for me? Do you deserve to touch that pretty little pussy of yours?” He groaned into the phone, showing you he was touching himself too. This just made it that much harder to keep from rubbing yourself off until you cum for him right there.

“Mhm, so good for you, Reese. I promise.” You weren’t lying, the last few times you guys were intimate you listened to his every command, doing exactly what he told you. He always came before you.

“Go on,”

That was all you needed to dive into your wet folds, fingers quickly finding your clit and giving her some much needed attention.

“What do you say?” He let out a low moan

“Th-thank you”

“Mhm, that’s right. Let me hear those pretty little sounds baby.”

You moaned extra loud for him, feeling the ball in your stomach coil up, signaling you were almost there

“Mmm Reese, so- so close- ngh, so close for you.” You panted and whimpered, waiting for his response.

“Nuh uh. You don’t cum until I say. Hands off”

It took everything in your power not to push yourself over the edge, pussy clenching at the loss of friction.

“Puh-please Reese, I’ve been so- ohh, so good”

“I know, I promise I’ll let you, being so good for-“ he groaned and panted into the phone “So good for me.”

“Please-“ you breathed out. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, your voice so breathy and fucked out.

“What’s that baby?” He grunted into the phone. You could hear him rustling around

“Please can I-“ moan “Can I touch myself again?” You squinted your eyes, praying he would say yes

“Put a finger in for me baby. Tell me how fucking soaked you are.”

Oh good lord.

“I- ohhhh” you sighed in pleasure as you pumped your finger in and out of your wet cunt. “So fucking wet Reese, all for you.”

“Oh, baby, don’t you wish that was me?”

“Ohh, mhm” you curled your finger towards yourself, hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars

“Go on, put another one in.” He panted into the phone and you could hear his hand squelching around his dick

“Reese- mm, so fucking tight ohh.” Your knuckles went white gripping the phone “So close, so fucking close Reese”

”Mmm fuck go on baby keep going. You can do it.”

You continued to pump your fingers in and out of your pussy, faster and faster

“Oh Reese I can’t take it, mmm, so fucking ngh- too much”

“Come on baby I know you can do it, come on, cum for me. Such a good girl for me huh? Come on.”

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes “Ohh too much, fuck, baby I’m yours mmm”

“Cum for me ohhh.” You heard him shudder and pant

“Fuckk Reese I’m cumming, ohhh im yours, im fucking yours” a string of curses and moans came out of your mouth as you worked yourself through your orgasm

“You did so good for me,”

“Mhm, we’re gonna have to call each other more often huh?”

“Oh, yeah. definitely.”

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Bodysuit: part 2

Tysm to @hypnoneghoul for requesting this!! It took a while to write (tbh I kinda forgot about it oops) but it’s here and it’s glorious.

(Tagging @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected and @0-miles-away cause they seemed interested)

Includes: Trans phantom, DP, intox, weed use, anal fingering, pussy/cunt/clit used for Phantom, slight dumbification

Words: 1410

Phantom feels like they’re floating. They’re not sure how long they’ve been laying here or even how many hits they’ve had fed to them. Their mouth tastes like smoke and they can’t help but twitch and arch their back whorishly when Mountain’s fingers curl inside them.

“Good boy, see, it’s not so bad, is it?” Swiss coos with one arm wrapped around their waist, pressing them against his bare chest. His other hand holds the joint the three have been sharing, almost gone at this point. “You just needed some help relaxing.”

Phantom’s neglected cunt throbs almost painfully. As much as they love Mountain’s fingers in their ass, it’s not quite enough to feel good without that extra stimulation. They long to reach down between their thighs and stroke themself but their limbs feel blissfully heavy and hard to control.

“Buh…” They mumble. Their tongue feels heavy too. “Puh… please… touch…”

Swiss reaches over to the nightstand and stubs out the joint on his ashtray. “We are touching you, bug. Are you already too high to remember that?”

“No…” Phantom whines, gasping as Mounain’s fingers explore deeper. They clench around nothing with another whimper. “Touch my… my pussy, please.”

“Do you think they’ve earned it?” Swiss asks Mountain, who looks up with a low chirp.

“I’d say they have.” Mountain shrugs with a lazy grin. “But I dunno if I heard them ask properly the first time. Can you ask me again, buggy?”

Phantom whimpers. “Pleaseeeeee, please, I’ll be so good, touch please? Please, Mounty?” They crack their eyes open and try to bat their eyelashes at him like Rain taught them. Mountain kisses the inside of their thigh and-

“Aaah! Aah, aah, owwww…“ Phantom squirms in Swiss’s grip. A white-hot mix of pain and pleasure shoots up their spine as the multi pulls back the hood of their clit and rubs his calloused fingertips over the sensitive nub. “Ffffffffuckfuckowow- too fucking hmnnnngh sensitive-“

“Aww, but this is what you wanted. And it feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t be greedy.” Swiss scolds them, pinching their little dick. Phantom whimpers.

“I think they’re ready,” Mountain announces, removing his fingers from their ass. Phantom whines at the unpleasant emptiness and lashes their tail. Mounty catches their tail with a warning hiss. “Careful, don’t get greedy.”

“I think it’s too late for that sentiment,” Swiss chuckles. Two of his fingers tease the little quint’s pussy, spreading their folds. “Look, they’re fucking drooling. Pretty thing can’t wait to get used, isn’t that right?” He gives Phantom’s ear a little nip to emphasize his point, making Phantom clench with a squeak. They nod dumbly.

“Good boy. Where do you want us, baby?” Swiss purrs in their ear. Phantom opens their mouth to speak but just can’t seem to string words together.

Frustrated, they thump their tail against the bed and whimper until finally they’re able to say, “In-inside.”

“Inside where?” Swiss coos, lazily petting at their cunt with two fingers. “Here?”

“Both.” Ant pants. “B-both holes.”

“Good boy.” Swiss praises again, then he’s manhandling Phantom into a different position. When their head stops spinning they realize they’ve been flipped over, face pressed into Swiss’s neck. The multi’s hard cock twitches where it’s pressed between their bellies.

“Lift your hips, bluebell.” Mountain murmurs, guiding Phantom into position, propped up on trembling knees. “There we go… fuck.” Phantom hears some shuffling and the click of Mountain’s phone camera. The end of their tail wriggles happily. “Satanas, you look so pretty. Forged by Asmodeus themself.”

Phantom can’t help but purr at that. Swiss murmurs something to them but they’re too fuzzy to remember it. They’re aching, so horny it hurts. The warm press of Mounty’s tip against their asshole feels like bliss and they trill eagerly.

“Ready?” Mountain asks teasingly. Phantom nods impatiently with a whimper that turns into a soft moan as the earth ghoul slides inside. Fireworks burst behind their eyes and they dig their claws into Swiss’s arms to ground themself.

“Mmmfff… Fuck…” Ant mumbles. “Guh…”

“That’s right, baby bat. Feels good to not think anymore, hm?” Swiss croons in their ear. “You don’t need to worry about anything but keeping your legs open.”

Phantom nods. It does feel nice. They wonder fleetingly if it’d be possible to stay like this forever, high and horny and willing, but every thought disappears from their mind as the front of Mounty’s thighs come to rest against the back of theirs. He’s so deep it takes their breath away.

“Fuck, Bug, c’mere. Let’s give Swiss a show.” Mountain slips his arm under Phantom’s body and effortlessly pulls them upright against his chest. Phantom yelps in surprise, their vision spinning for a moment, but the look in Swiss’s eyes is all worth it. Everything blurs again when Mountain rocks his hips and Phantom melts against the larger man’s chest.

“Fuck ‘em a little faster, they can take it.” Swiss tells Mountain, eyes fixed on the faint swell in Phantom’s stomach. The hand not working his cock reaches out and touches the quint’s belly almost reverently. “Unholy shit, Mount, I can see your cock in there. Poor thing’s stuffed full, aren’t you?”

Phantom’s eyes roll back as Mountain fucks a brutal rhythm into them. The stretch is almost painful, just enough of a sting to make them squirm. Mountain grabs their hip with one big hand and oh it makes Phantom feel so small. If they were sober, they’d be embarrassed at the whorish little mewls spilling from their lips.

“Make ‘em cum. Get their pussy all tight and sensitive for me.” Swiss requests with a moan, bucking his hips into his hand. Phantom’s embarrassingly close already so it only takes a few strokes of Mountain’s fingers over their poor neglected pussy until they’re at the edge. They cum with a squeak, writhing In Mountain’s arms.

“Good boy,” Mountain rumbles. The rhythm of his hips slows to a slow grind as Phantom shudders and whines. Two of his big fingers spread Phantom’s cunt, drawing a whine out of them. “All yours, Swissy.” They feel so exposed.

“For me?” Swiss grins, pushing himself upright to sandwich Phantom in between his and Mountain’s chests. “Mounty, you shouldn’t have.” His cockhead slides against Phantom’s folds until it finally catches on their cunt and bullies its way inside.

Phantom keens. They’d estimate only about an inch or two of Swiss’s cock is inside them but they feel stretched past their limits. They can’t possibly fit more of him, yet he just keeps pushing.

“Sss- Swi-iss-“ Ant gasps, pawing at the multi’s chest. They don’t even know what to say. Their brain is scrambled.

“I know, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Swiss coos, nuzzling against their neck. “Finally having those greedy holes filled?”

“Uh-huh.“ Phantom nods. They melt into the affection with a whine. “Thank-k y-you.”

“So polite.” Mountain praises. “We should get them this high more often. Maybe leave them in the den common room for everyone to play with. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He punctuates his question with a jolt of his hips and Phantom squeals.

“Poor thing’ll be ruined.” Swiss purrs, rolling his hips. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it, bug?”

Phantom nods with a whine. They can barely think and it feels like too much but they need more. Their mind dissolves into a blissful soup.

What feels like hours passes. When Ant can make sense of the world again they’re laying on top of Mountain while he purrs and strokes their hair. They chirp and manage to lift their head to look at him.

“Hey bug.” Mountain smiles down at them. “You back with us?”

“I think.” Phantom mumbles. “Still high though.” They glance around the room. “Where’s Swiss?”

“Here.” Swiss’s voice is a bit muffled, his face buried in the crook of Mountain’s neck. Phantom realizes his arm has been draped over their back the whole time. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Fuzzy. A little sore.” Phantom replies. They give an experimental clench and wince. “Mm. Definitely sore. In a good way though.”

“Good to know.” Swiss chuckles, lifting his head from Mountain’s neck to press a kiss to the side of Phantom’s head. They lean into it and yawn.

“’M’a sleep.” They mumble. “Love you.”

They lay their head back on Mountain’s chest. The other ghouls reply with a duet of I love you too’s, but Phantom is already asleep by the time their eyes close.

[desswright29]

On Bended knee

Pairing: Shuri X Fem reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Contains: Sexual content (not really smut), Angst, Cheating, Physical fighting, Drama!, Lots of tears, Shuri begging

A/n: Enjoy the drama! 🥰

Song inspo: Dreaming with a broken heart- John Mayer, Since you been gone-Day 26, Shame-Tyrese

Present

“Shuri are you going to be ok? Do you need anything? Nakia was very worried. Shuri seemed to be going into her mind. Her eyes had been consistently glassy, but no tears fell. They’d finally made it to the hotel and Okoye and Nakia escorted Shuri to her room. “I’ll be fine both of you. I just need some time to myself. Okoye please inform everyone I would like to be left alone for the rest of the evening.” She said peering between the two women. “We’re here for you Usisi. If you need anything.” Okoye says, reaching to touch Shuri’s arm. Shuri flinched stepping out of her reach a bit. She nods. “ I know. Enjoy your night.” She walks away entering her room. 

 Shuri looked around the luxury hotel room. Finally alone. She leaned back onto the door, taking a deep breath, blinking fast trying to stop the tears from falling, still one stubborn tear fell. Wiping it away quickly she walked over to the fully stocked bar, grabbing a glass and a bottle of bourbon. She poured a generous amount, and took it with her to the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Alone. Taking a sip of her drink and leaning forward, her knees on her elbows, drink still in hand. She let her head fall forward allowing the tears to fall freely now. Big silent tears fell down her cheeks as she placed her drink on the night stand and crawled to the middle of bed laying in fetal position, fully clothed from the day. There she cried long and heavy until she fell asleep.

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Flashback

“OMG Shuri! Yessss! Fuuuckk meeee.” Shuri pounded into Eve. They were in the back of the car Shuri had bought Eve a few months ago. Shuri was silent, biting into her bottom lip eyes shut tight. Eve dug her nails into Shuri’s back as she got close to the edge. “Omg! Baby im sooo clooosseee!” Shuri drilled faster reaching between them to play with Eve’s clit “I’m cuuummiiinnngg” Eve quickly reached her climax. Shuri pulled out pressing her kimoyo bead, retracting the strap and immediately fixing her clothes. 

“Shuri you didn’t even cum. I wanted you to fill me up baby! You weren’t as into it today.” Shuri remained quiet as her eyes began to water. What was she doing. “Baby, what’s wrong.”

“Stop”

“Stop what?”

“Calling me baby. I’m not your baby.” Eve scoffed. “Then what am I. You pay for my house, you bought this car, and you fuck me. I’d call that a relationship.”

“I’d call it bribery.” Shuri looked at Eve incredulously. “No. Don’t do that. I didn’t make you start fucking me again. You came to me.”

It was now Shuri’s turn to scoff as she buttoned her slacks. “You’re right. You didn’t make me fuck you again. But, I never came to you for shit! I ran into you. You looked good. I fucked up and you bribed me into buying shit for you and I thought I might as well get some pussy for my troubles. Don’t flatter yourself. Because I stopped wanting it a long time ago. You’re the one begging. ‘Shuri, I neeeeed it, I’m feening, you don’t want Y/n to find out do you.’”

“Puh-leez Shuri! For all the shit you put me through after you met that bitch. I deserve everything I get from you!” Shuri sat back with a huff. Rubbing a hand down her face. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Sighing she leaned her head back against the headrest closing her eyes. Once again she attempts to speak. “I-I’m sorry.” Eve immediately straightened up. She dared not say anything. She needed to hear the rest. “I know I never said it, I get it. I waisted four years of your life and when Y/n came along I threw it all away with no explanation. I get how that would make you feel less than.” A tear dropped from Eve’s eyes, she’d never expected to get an apology from Shuri. “I guess I never apologized before because it made me feel better making myself believe I did nothing wrong. So I’m going to say it now. What I did to you was wrong and I sincerely apologize. What we’re doing now is wrong and I’m once again being inconsiderate of your feelings, because I love that woman Eve.” 

“If you love her so much Shuri why are you here!?”

“Because I’m fucking stupid! I’m an idiot Eve and I’m going to loose her if I keep this up! You are a connection to my past. Everytime I think about Mother, o-or brother, or Baba, I find myself running to you because you were there and you knew and loved them just like me. But that doesn’t mean we’re good for eachother Eve. The truth is I was scared to move forward, scared to be happy. So I continuously do things to sabotage myself. It always feels good in the moment but afterwards I always regret it. Now it doesn’t even feel good anymore. I’m not scared of happy anymore Eve. I want to move forward.” 

They both sat in silence for a while before Eve broke it. “So what now?” Finally turning to face Shuri, she saw her staring at the car ceiling. Shuri reached up wiping at her nose. Turning to Eve, she spoke “Your house is paid for, this car is paid for. I can set up an account where I send you a monthly amount that we can agree upon. But we can’t see eachother anymore. I want to do better. Let’s let bygones be bygones, and leave this here.” Eve huffed.

“ You think it’s that easy for me Shuri? What if I love you.” Shuri’s head dropped shaking it from side to side. “You don’t Eve” She reached over gently touching the side of Eves face wiping a tear with her thumb. She closed the distance and placed a kiss onto her cheek. Pulling back she gave Eve one last once over before saying “I’m sorry” once more. With that she exited the car, and never looked back.

That was a year before she asked for your hand in marriage.

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It had been five months since the proposal and Christmas was near, snow was falling and the smell of cookies and eggnog was in the air. You were at the home Shuri had built for you both in Manhattan. You called it the entertainment home. It had a full studio, A bowling alley, A fully equipped theatre room, 3 kitchens a huge backyard built for entertainment and three Five bedroom Five and a half bathroom guest houses attached to it. It was were you worked with and entertained other artist and industry people. And if things ran late. They could always stay. You were here working; and starting on the planning for your wedding that you both decided would be in October. Shuri was in Washington on business with the avengers and would be joining you in Manhattan for awhile once her business was complete. 

The past few months had been some of the happiest of your life. Spending time celebrating with your fiancé. Actually doing sit down interviews together for the first time. Making love over and over and over. It didn’t matter where you were. You’d be quick to excuse yourselves to enjoy eachothers bodies. Currently you, your mom, your sister, your best friend Bruno, and his girlfriend Zoe were gathered at the kitchen island going over wedding destinations. Bruno being more so in the way. 

“Mommy, we have to have our first ceremony in Wakanda. The elders have to bless our wedding and I’ll be crowned Queen. I’m not marrying just anyone. We have to follow protocol. It’s going to be beautiful!” Grabbing an olive and a peice of cheese from the charcuterie board, your mom frowned. “I didn’t say it wouldn’t be beautiful, I just want everybody to see my baby getting married and crowned Queen. Why won’t you guys televise it.”

“Absolutely not! We could never give outsiders any view of Wakanda. You all were allowed in on the strength of me and were thoroughly investigated before you were granted entrance.” Your sister cuts in to save the day. “Mommy it is what it is. The first wedding will be private and in Wakanda case closed can we get to the second location. So we can get to the fun stuff!” Your mom rolled her eyes a smile ghosting over her lips. “There’s a fun part of planning a wedding” Bruno jumps in looking bored elbow on the island chin in hand as he scrolled on his phone looking agitated. “Why don’t you go to the arcade or something babe. I’m tired of looking at your pathetic little grumpy face.” Zoe says. “Please” “head on out” “make your exit” You all excuse Bruno at the same time, laughing. “Thank you ladies that sounds amazing. I’ll be taking these.” He grabbed a cup of the spiked eggnog and picked up the entire plate of cookies. “What are you doing!” All of you yell as he ran off laughing. “There’s literally so much food in the Ar-“ 

You were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Which was odd because you weren’t expecting anyone and Griot  usually notified you of visitors. The only way you could be granted access to the property without being announced is if you had a specific kimoyo bead connected to the gate. So, you figured Shuri was home early with her hands full and couldn’t enter the code. “Bruno! Put that stuff down and make yourself useful. Answer the door!” He rolled his eyes as he put the drink and plate back on the island and went to answer the door. Upon opening the door Bruno was met with Eve. She wore a tan trench and brown leather gloves. A brimmed hat tilting slightly over her eyes. Her way of being inconspicuous. “ How can I help you?” Bruno asked curiously, eyes scanning the stranger, until they fell on a large Manila envelope. “Is Y/n here?” She said her Wakandan accent thick. 

“Yes. I could go get h-“

“No!” She quickly cut him off. “Just give her this for me.” She lifted the envelope to give to him. He hesitantly took it. But she didn’t immediately let go of the envelope causing him to look up at her. “Tell her I thought it was best she knew all of the information first. Only a small portion will be national. Tell her I’m sorry. It won’t be enough, but it was all I got for the hurt I was caused.” She let go of the envelope and strolled away. Bruno stood at the door watching her hop into a Jag and drive away. “Y/n!” He yelled before closing the door heading back into the kitchen. “Yo, that was some weird cryptic shit!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Some lady was at the door. She told me to give you this. Said something about you should know all the information and She’s sorry” Your heart immediately jumped into your throat. Something in the atmosphere had changed. And something told you things were about to be different. “What did she look like? Did you get a name.” Your sister says.

“I can’t really tell you she had on a trench and her hat was covering her face but she sounded Wakandan.” You walk over to him eggnog in hand and take the envelope. “This is probably Shuri playing some type of kinky game” you laugh as you open it. You dump the contents of the envelope onto the island. Spreading them around with your hands. The mug slides out of your hand and crashes onto the floor.

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Shuri sat in the meeting manspread leaning back in her chair head perpendicular to the ceiling. Rocking a black turtleneck and black slacks with black and gold heeled boots. Accessorized with her Kimoyo earrings, a three layer gold chain, a gold Rolex, and her fingers adorned with several rings. Her perfectly tailored trench coat was draped across the back of her chair. Your fiancé was scrumptious as usual, and she was anxious to get back to New York to be with her fiancé; but this pointless meeting was the only thing holding her up. “Could you atleast act like your interested” Peter exhaled.

“But I’m not and I took a vow of honesty”  She rolled her eyes.

“Panther, I think you have bigger problems right now” Colonel Rhodes announced as he walked into the room changing the monitors to CNN. 

News Anchor One: -Young lady claims to be the ex-girlfriend to recently engaged Queen of Wakanda, Who we all know is engaged to pop super star y/n y/l/n. She released documents proving the Queen has been paying her off to keep quiet about the illicit affair. 

News Anchor Two: That’s right Nadine. There are also some explicit photos and videos of the pair that have been leaked it’s pretty clear who it is. The young lady is well known model Eve Wanimi. I can only imagine how Y/n is feeling right now this is such a sad situation.

The voices slowly fade from Shuri’s ears as the walls close in around her. Everyone in the room was dead silent. Heat radiated through her entire body. Her eyes watered and her hands were clammy, and shaking. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. This couldn’t be happening. Nakia, and Okoye had accompanied Shuri on this trip with thoughts of celebrating the holidays with You and Shuri and helping with wedding planning. They rushed inside the room beside Shuri who was stuck staring at the screen that she’d tuned out long ago. A look of disbelief frozen on her face. Nakia placed her hands on top of Shuri’s hands, that were frantically twisting and pulling on the rings upon her fingers.

“Shuri.” Nakia spoke softly. “Shuri let’s get you out of here. Ok” She didn’t move. She couldn’t if she wanted to. She’d done everything she told Eve she was going to do. The affair ended almost two years ago and she hadn’t missed a payment. Why was she doing this? A tear fell from her eye. “We’re going to have to move her Nakia. We’ve got to get her to the ship before the media figures out she’s here and starts to swarm.” Nakia nods as they both get on either side of Shuri grabbing her arms and wrapping them around their necks. They lift her to her feet, snapping her out her trance. “Hey, we gotta get you to the ship Shuri. Are you good to walk?” Shuri nods. “Let’s go” She grabbed her coat from her chair and stormed out of the room fast not acknowledging anyone in the room as she left, Okoye and Nakia trailing behind her. 

All eyes were on her as she walked out of the room. Her usual perfect posture slightly slumped. She was starting to feel like she was choking, her breathing becoming irratic. ‘Just get to the ship, just get to the ship’. Once at the glass doors of the building they could see media gathering at a respectable distance; but they saw her and the flashes began. “Take off your jacket Shuri.” Nakia grabbed at the sleeve helping her pull the sleeve of the trench as Shuri pulled her arm out. She takes off the jacket and they cover her head guiding her out of the building to the car that would take them to the hanger. As soon as the door opened they began to rush. “Your highness, is it true that you’ve been having a salacious affair with your ex!” “Is it true she’s stayed in you and y/n’s shared home when she was away?” “Are you Ashamed your highness?” Other Avengers immediately came out to help. “She is not making any statements today!” “This is government property please remove yourselves” “Leave her the fuck alone!” 

They got into the car, the driver honking as he pulled off, giving the reporters warning to move out of the way. The ride was quiet as Shuri sat forward elbows to knees her fingers locked into her curls, as her forehead pressed into her palms. The car came to a stop as they finally reached the hanger. They exit the car and enter the ship. Upon entering Shuri immediately began to pace. “Shuri what the hell is going on. Are you cheating on y/n with Eve.” Nakia gave her the most disgusted look she could muster. Shuri looked into Nakia’s eyes shaking her head. “I I-it. I need to call her. Maybe I can get ahead of it before she sees huh? Griot call umfazi wam” She says voice rattling in her chest. “Calling umfazi wam, Panther” They all stare at the projection as the beads chimed. Once, twice, three times. The call ended. Shuri continued to stare at the projection. You’d discontinued the call. “Panther, It seems Umfazi wams beads have been destroyed.” 

Her heart dropped into her stomach. You knew. Shuri sat. Slouching into her seat, a tingling numbness taking over her body. She bit into the pillow of her bottom lip chewing nervously. A wet exhale escaping her lungs. “Take me to her.” Okoye walked away getting ready for take off as Nakia sat across from Shuri. Tears began to pool in Shuri’s eyes and she turned to look out of the window as they took off. Her thumbs nervously fiddle with the rings on her fingers as her bottom lip began to quiver and the tears fell. She began letting out painful huffs of breath to try and settle herself. Nakia got up kneeling in front of her grabbing hold of her hands. “I’m going to *deep breath* I’m going to lose her Nakia. She’s going to leave me.” Her head falls as she began to sob.

“No, no. I don’t know what the story is. But, you can’t panick now. You have to get yourself together so you can talk to her. You have to prepare yourself to tell her the truth, and see where it goes. But you can’t unravel right now.”

“I’m scared, I’m not afraid of much, but I’m afraid of loosing her Nakia. I love that woman with all of my being. She’s already given me a chance when I didn’t deserve it. I fear this is it.”

Shuri looked at Nakia searching for reassurance that wasn’t there. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for what awaited her once they landed.

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They all sat in silence. The ship had landed about fifteen minutes ago. Shuri sat staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t stop herself from trembling. Whatever happened once she stepped off this aircraft would be final. And no secenario she conjured up turned out well. “Prolonging speaking with her won’t change the outcome Shuri” Okoye spoke. “I just need a moment” 

“You’ve had several. The longer you sit here, the less likely you are to go through with this.” Shuri swallowed. Suddenly she stood putting on her trench, she placed a skully on her head covering her hears, her curls that lay neatly on her forehead still making an appearance. Putting on her gloves. She took a deep breath and made her way toward the exit. Leaving Nakia and Okoye behind. 

The walk from the ship to the front porch of the house felt too short. Like she was being sent to the electric chair. Walking up the steps she decided she’d ring the doorbell instead of just walking in to give herself time to think. She pressed the button and immediately her entire body went hot. She stood waiting shuffling from one foot to the other. And then the door opened.

Bruno stood before Shuri. His face draining color once he saw her. “Ay, Shuri. I gotta be real with you. I don’t think it’s the best time for you to be here. Maybe give her a day or two.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s in the living room with my girl, Dani, and her mom but I-“

“No I’m right here.” Bruno’s shoulders dropped as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. Moving slightly over but still standing between you and Shuri. Shuri’s lips began trembling the moment she connected eyes with you. Your eyes were swollen red and puffy, face bare wearing large pajamas and your hair was wild. 

“Come in Shuri it’s freezing out there.” Bruno said before you quickly intercepted. “No Shuri, you stay right there. Why are you here?” Suddenly, Shuri felt the chill of the snowy night all too well. Your mom and sister appeared behind you staying at a distance. “I-I came to talk. To explain myself” you let out a chuckle that sent chills down her spine. “Oh she’s here to explain herself guys. This should be good. Let’s hear it!” You smiled, and it was chilling. Crossing your arms over your chest tapping your foot and raising your brow, you give her the floor. Shuri licked her lips squeezing her fists as her anxiousness kicked up a notch. “Y/n can I come in and we could just talk about this alone.”  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

You scoff, “Alone! Everybody in the world knows you’re a fucking a cheater Shuri, no need for privacy now, so you can speak were you stand or get the fuck off my porch.” In the years you’d been with Shuri, you always handled her gently. Hardly ever raising your voice. Today, you spoke hard and callous. Looking deep in your eyes she searched for the love that was always there. It was missing. Shuri began to panick. She felt out of breath just standing, trying to speak as she looked inbetween all of you. “I-It’s t-true” she let out. “But I ended it a year before I proposed. I swear I haven’t cheated since. I’ve changed Y/n I promise you.” You nod impatiently, biting your lip to control your anger. “Thank you for the explanation. Explain something else to me. Will you? Tell me how long had we been together before you proposed Shuri hm?” 

“T-two years.”

“Two fucking years. Ding ding, correct! Your a genius for a reason huh… so tell me mathematician. If we were together for two years before you proposed and you ended things with Eve a year before. That would mean you cheated on me for a year of our relationship. Not to mention the five months you spent pursuing me! ‘Making it right’ for the last time you had me fucked up with Eve. Would I be correct?!” Your voice was coming out hoarse with emotions but your point was coming across crystal clear. Shuri was continuously blinking back tears as she tried to control her breathing. She nodded as she used the back of her glove to wipe at her eyes. “Yes” She let out with a breath. “During that time you bought her house, and if I’m not mistaken that Jag she’s riding around in too?” Shuri bit the inside of her cheek as she turned her head away nodding again, not bothering to speak knowing her voice would betray her. “$300,000 a month, that’s the amount of hush money you send her so she can maintain her lifestyle. While you also still cover all of her properties expenses. Don’t bother. that one wasn’t a question.”

Shuri’s head dropped in defeat. “Anything else you want to explain yourself about? Or is that everything Shuri?” Her head shook from side to side breathing becoming shallow, she could feel herself weakening. “Oh really?” You walk out of eyesight into the kitchen grabbing the envelope, quickly coming back reaching over Bruno and dumping the contents inside at Shuri’s feet. “That there says there’s a whole lot more to tell.” Shuri looked at the photos that were facing upward and that was the moment she lost hope. “Multiple. Several fucking women in the span of a year.” You say calmly. Shuri officially couldn’t breath. “You bitches were having orgy’s! Ha! She brought you all the hoes huh? While I worked and stayed faithful. Missing you! Seems like she was a blast! Huh. She was nice enough to leave that out of the media for you though.” You were now in a puddle of tears. Your sister began to step up now but your mom held up her arm holding her back for the time being allowing you and Shuri to have your moment with Bruno tucked safely between you two. 

Shuri opened and closed her mouth not having any words. Her head was swimming and she felt faint. All she could muster was an “I’m sorry.” And with that something snapped inside of you. “Sorry.” You repeated. “She’s sorry! You hear that everybody THE QUEEN is sorry!” You threw your head back in manic laughter, your sister already clocking the signs stepped forward, but not quick enough. You charged toward the door clearing Bruno before he could get a hold of you. Just as your hand was about to connect with Shuri’s face She stepped back in shock slipping on a patch of ice. She fell back on her butt, but you continued charging as everyone tried pulling you back, you broke free again, and tried to making contact with her face again. She fell all the way back and threw both hands up crossing them over her face as you threw blows that only connected with her forearms. Okoye and Nakia heard the commotion and ran over to assist. “FUCK YOOOOUUUU!!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Tears streaming down your face. 

“I loved you all the time! I was faithful to you all the time! And you had me out her looking ssstuuuupiiiid!” you were still struggling to break free as Shuri still lay on the ground hands still blocking her face her legs curled in fetal position as she rocked from side to side, hyperventilating and repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

“LEAVE! Stay the fuck away from me! Get her away from me! Get her away from me!”

“I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go” Shuri repeated hysterically. Everyone was in tears. 

“Get her in the house!” Your mom yells to Bruno and your sister as Zoe comes out and helps them pull you inside shutting the door behind them. Leaving your mom, Nakia and Okoye outside with Shuri who now lie on the snow covered porch in fetal position clutching her stomach she lets out a blood curdling scream that was accompanied by body racking sobs “Pleeaaassseee! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry. I changed, I changed!” 

Your mom sat in the snow next to Shuri and placed her head in her lap, rubbing her back. “You gotta try and calm yourself Shuri.” She said calmly as Nakia and Okoye watched shedding tears. Shuri couldn’t calm herself. She’d run hundreds of scenarios in her head. Never did she picture it turning out this badly. Shuri’s sobs became hoarse and shallow and she began to wheeze. “She’s gonna pass out. She’ll be alright her body needs it that’s the only way she’s gonna be calm” No later than your mom said the words Shuri’s body went limp. And she was silent save for a few whimpers. Your mom stroked the side of her face and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. “I wish it turned out different baby girl.” She looked up at Okoye. “Take her” Okoye approached lifting Shuri from the ground laying her head on her shoulder. “Thank you” Nakia says as they take Shuri back to the ship and head back to Wakanda.

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Shuri woke up in a bed on the aircraft. Her head was pounding and her eyes were glued shut with the crust of her tears. Nakia got a notification from griot that Shuri had woken up, and hurriedly grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge, heading to the bedroom. 

As she entered the room. Shuri was pulling herself up to lean against the headboard. “Hey there Usisi.” Nakia whispers. Shuri looks at Nakia as she hands her the opened bottle of water. She took a large gulp feeling extremely parched. Looking back at Nakia, she asks the question that had been on her mind since she’d opened her eyes. “Was I dreaming?” Nakia looked down, hesitantly shaking her head side to side. Shuri nodded to herself, looking away, jaws clenching. The feeling of loss flooding her chest once again. “So, I lost her?” Nakia didn’t have words, but they all knew the answer y/n was gone and she wasn’t coming back. Shuri couldn’t think of a gesture in the world that would make up for her transgressions. She could see it in your eyes that this time you were done. “I lost her.”

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Opening the door to the place you and her had called home in Wakanda, a waft of air brushed against Shuri’s face. The smell of you both combined hit Shuri like a ton of bricks. Knowing that over time the lingering smell of you would slowly dwindle and all that would be left was hers. Closing the door behind her, she pressed her back against it taking in her surroundings. The memories flood her mind, she felt as though she was drowning. Releasing a low groan she slid down the door, as she hit the floor she heard a ruffling underneath her. She reached under her finding a Manila envelope. Her heart rate picked up as she slowly opened it. Inside she found a picture of her and Eve with a note attached. In the photo they were younger. Teenagers, about sixteen. Shuri’s head lay in Eves lap, on a couch in the common area of the palace looking up at her smiling, as Eve looked down adoringly at Shuri. Shuri began reading the note. 

I did. I did love you Shuri. And watching you love her was killing me. How could you throw us away so easily?

Shuri threw the picture and note to the side as her tears reappeared. “Bast.” She whispered. Now she understood. She’d underestimated the amount of love Eve had for her. It always seemed as though she was just in it for the status. Figuring that Eve would let her go if she took care of her financially had ultimately been her downfall. Feeling sick to her stomach. Shuri crawled to the bathroom, crying so uncontrollably she began to dry heave until the contents of her stomach released themselves. What kind of person was she really? Nakia had been right. She should’ve healed before continuing a relationship with either of these women. Now she’d scorned her first love, causing her to lose the love of her life. 

“I made a promise to you Bast. That I would give my all to her. That I would be better and I am better.” She sat on the floor of the bathroom at one of the lowest pointsof her life. Hiccuping from all the tears she was shedding. Once again finding herself finding solace in Bast. “I will continue to be better. I want to make my family proud. And Bast, I want to make her proud. I want her to know it wasn’t a front. I became better because I wanted to be better for me, so that I could be the best for her. I need her to know that.”

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Living without you proved to be difficult. Shuri couldn’t sleep in the room, so most nights she spent working tirelessly in her lab, not sleeping, not eating. She’d closed herself off and never ventured out of Wakanda for the first year. She’d find herself still sending gifts, and letters of apology. All of them going ignored. Your mom and her would speak often but she wouldn’t give information about you. Just let Shuri know you were ok, and make sure that she was doing ok as well. She wasn’t. Not until one day, after about three months, she finally collapsed. 

She was walking the halls feeling ill and her body gave out. A Dora saw her falling and caught her just in time. She was starved, dehydrated, and overworked. They’d taken her to the med bay and made her stay. Force fed her through tubes and gave her meds to make her sleep. There she had to face herself. And with the help and the guidance of those who loved her. She became strong again. When she’d been released back to her home, it was a little easier. But she looked in the mirror and what she saw didn’t resemble how she felt. Grabbing the clippers from the drawer she cut her hair as low as possible. She was now 27. She’d grown and learned so much. Now she looked in the mirror and saw the mature woman she was. Afterward, she ran a bath, taking the time to reflect, only shedding a few tears. Progress. Putting on her silk pajamas once she was out and applying her shea butter, for the first time since you left her. She slept in her bed.

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Present

Shuri woke up still in the center of the bed, fully dressed down to the shoes. Groggy, from crying. Sitting up, she saw that it was now dark outside. Checking the time she saw it was 2:33 am. Standing from the bed she walked to the bathroom, running the tap and splashing water on her face as she looked into the mirror. She took a towel drying her face and ridding it of all the dried tears. Still not having the energy to get undressed, she just unbuttoned her blazer and walked out. Grabbing her drink off of the night stand and taking a sip, she walked towards the living room. Sitting in an accent chair in the corner across from the door to the hotel room. Placing her drink next to the lamp on the table beside the chair, she turned on the dim lamp. Manspread, head leaned, backeyes closed, blazer opened so far it barely covered her breast. “Griot, play American soul music” 

“Playing American soul music” 

Piano sounded softly throughout the room as “Bended Knee” by Boyz II Men began to play. Taking a deep breath she took another sip of her drink. Suddenly, she heard a card being swiped at the door. Not bothering to look up or open her eyes as the door opened, already knowing who it was. Shuri called out softly “Nakia, I thought I told you I wanted to be left alone.” She heard the door shut and a couple of steps were taken. When a voice responded softly “Hey. Sweet Lady”

Shuri froze, she unconsciously squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Believing she was hearing things. The room was silent, except for the music, as you waited for Shuri to process. “Open your eyes Shuri” you finally say, realizing that she wasn’t going to move. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking forward seeing your silhouette, the lamp casting a soft glow onto one side your face. Her chest felt tight at the sight of you. Your perfectly curvy body, clothed in a white form fitting maxi dress. Your beautiful natural hair had been taken out of it’s updo and it fell heavy at your waist in all it’s full kinky glory, just the way she’d always liked it. You looked like an Angel. Shuri’s hands shook as she reached for her drink. Taking a sip and placing it back down as you two stared at one another from your respective places. 

“How did you find me?”

“Nakia.”

“She sent for you?”

“No. I reached out to her.”

Shuri was taken a back. “Why?” She whispered. “I don’t know” you answer honestly. Once again Shuri grabbed the drink, at this point it was just there to give her hands something to do. She leaned foreward knees on her elbows both hands cupping the glass. Her voice shook as she spoke. “Congratulations are in order yes?” You look down at your feet unable to maintain the intense eye contact. You had forgotten the effect Shuri had on your body. She’d matured beautifully since you’d last seen her and it made you feel things you weren’t allowed to. Why did you come here? “Married. Wow.” She chuckled with no humor behind it. “I really fucked us up.” You remained silent, looking down. Shuri stood as another song began to play. A song she’d listened to many times since you’d left.  One that said all the words she couldn’t find as she made her way toward you. 

I need your forgiveness

And your mercy too

I must be all kinda crazy

For what I've done to you

I hope you understand

That my heart is true

Mistakes, I've made 'em

But I'm making change for you

Shuri was now in your space, her powerful presence starting to feel suffocating. She stood in front of you intense eyes trailing your body up and down, before settling on your face. “Bast, you’re more beautiful than I remember.” Walking away she drained the rest of her drink and placed the glass on a nearby table. The last time you saw this woman you’d left her in a literal ball in the snow. Now you couldn’t gather your thoughts enough to speak to her. Next thing you knew she was back in front of you. “May I touch you, sthandwa”. Without looking up and without thinking you nod. Slowly Shuri’s hand came up to grab your chin. Pulling your eyes up to meet hers. That’s when you finally saw the tears. The red rimmed eyes. You noticed the shake in her hands. 

Have I learned is your question

And my answer I have

“I never got the chance to express to you how sorry I am. But I don’t t-think there are words that I could say that would suffice. Ndophukile (I’m broken). I’ve learned to function, but everyday I suffer with the loss of you. And sorry will never be enough. I know it’s too late. But I wanted to say it now that I have the opportunity. I was young and dumb, and hurting and I should never have dragged you into it. I should’ve waited, healed and come back to you better. But I was also selfish, by the time I’d gotten better, the damage had been done. Everyday I lived in fear that the things I’d done would catch up to me. And they did. And it hurts baby girl. It ( trembling exhale) Hurtssss” The S turned into a sob as tears streamed down her face. She grabbed ahold of both sides of your face. As if on command your hands came up to hold her wrist. Placing her forehead against yours, you trembled under her touch.

I know why you left me

But since you've been gone

My understanding

Has more than grown

I've come to this conclusion

Over and over again

I don't want an enemy

I just want back my friend

You step closer, removing a hand from her wrist you place it on her bare skin revealed by the open blazer. She lets out a soft breath closing her eyes basking in your touch, as your hand lingers on her toned stomach before gliding around her waist pulling her closer to you. You both released shuddered breaths as your bodies connected. Shuri dropped her hand from your face. One going to your waist the other went underneath your hair to grip the back of your neck as she nuzzled into your neck. Inhaling your scent. 

Oh, I'm ashamed of me 

I wish I never done you wrong

Every night of us I dream

That I wake up in your arms

Shuri sang the lyrics into your neck, sending vibrations throughout your body. You’d always loved Shuri’s singing voice. You’d begged her to do a song with you, but she’d always say her voice was for your ears only. The combination of her voice, the meaning of the lyrics, and the feel of her pressed against you again after so long, sent signals straight to your core. Both of your hearts thumped loudly against one another. As you stood in the embrace.

Wish I could say sorry

Oh, and you come back home

Hey, baby, yeah

I was diamonds can do it

So I wouldn't have to be alone

Yeah, hey

If I knew then what I know now

Everything would be fine

I’m soooo ashaaamed

Shuri’s voice broke as she sung. And suddenly you both were on your knees in a full embrace. Both of your hands around Shuri’s waist inside of her jacket. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your noses brushing against eachothers, wrapped up in eachother like you never wanted to let go. “I wish I’d never done you wrong” She speaks through her tears. Unwrapping her arms she slides down your body head lying on your chest. As she completely broke in your arms. 

I'm ashamed of me, yeah

I'm ashamed of all the lies I told

Wish I’d come home, wish I’d  come home at night

Girl, I wish I've never creeped, oh, Lordy

(I'm ashamed of me) said I'm ashamed

Baby, I thought there was something better out there for me, yeah 

You broke with her. Lifting her head to face you as sobs shook her body. The powerful woman that was before you when you entered was long gone. Before you, was a woman aching for your love, someone who had learned long before she lost you, but still had to suffer the consequences of her betrayal. With everything she’d lost, she’d learned and grown and become a better woman. And you wanted her, you wanted nothing more than to fall back into the arms of the woman you loved. But you were married. You leaned down to Shuri and placed a peck on her lips. Then another, then another as she sat up onto her knees, allowing her better access to your lips. The next peck lasted longer until you were in a full blown French kiss. She’d pulled up your dress, picking you up and placing you in her lap. Both of your hands going to the back of her neck, as you tried to swallow her mouth. You began grinding against her as her hands gripped underneath your ass spreading you apart. You released her lips and hungrily began to attack her neck. “Ssssss fuck y/n”. The sound of her pleasure sent a jolt through your body, causing you to moan out as your core leaked with want. The feeling made you pull back. Snapping out of it, both of your breathing was heavy as you looked into her eyes. You knew then you were still very much in love with Shuri Udaku. You immediately hop out of her lap. 

“I-I gotta go. I’m sorry I came here.” You say as you head to the door. 

“Y/n baby wait! Please!” You stop still facing the door. 

“I’m married Shuri.” You spoke in a shaky voice. 

“I can’t do this without you sthandwa. I-I just can’t.” She pleaded. Finally you turned to look at her. Fresh tears falling. 

“You can and you have to, because we’re done.” Turning away, you walk out and close the door behind you. Leaving Shuri, The Queen and Black Panther on her knees, for the final time. 

Baby, I’m ashamed

I'm so sorry, babe

I'm so sorry

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A/n: This is the Final Chapter of Shame!! Thank you guys so much for reading I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😘

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☆ # ATTENTION .! nmr

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?

˗ˏˋ ★ ⠇SYNOPSIS ─ the 6th member of new jeans, y/n l/n, took the world by storm the moment (not actually, it was more like 4 months after) she debuted. why? because she’s a dumbass who doesn’t know how to switch accounts, and she apparently can’t keep her mouth shut about her fat crush on nishimura riki.

˗ˏˋ ☆ ⠇PAIRINGS ─ idol!riki x idol!reader

˗ˏˋ ★ ⠇FEAT ─ eunchae (le sserafim), soul (p1harmony), taki (&team), wonyoung (ive), nwjns members, enha members, etc.

˗ˏˋ ☆ ⠇BYR ─ a lot of cussing, kys jokes, ppl bullying each other (lovingly), y/n h8rs, my humor idfk, also sunghoon is insane and a bitch 😍.

˗ˏˋ ★ ⠇GENRE ─ smau, fluff, perhaps angst if you reread 3 times and chant choi yeonjun while spinning in front of a mirror, strangers (on nikis part) to lovers !

˗ˏˋ ☆ ⠇STATUS ─ completed

˗ˏˋ ★ ⠇DATE ─ 12/21/22 - 3/20/23

𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚

!★☆ ㅡ PROFILES the aiko’s || dog kissers || #taki_OUT

، 01 ✦ ─ taki anti feminist arc 😟

، 02 ✦ ─ soul is acc a god

، 03 ✦ ─ wrong acc dumbass

، 04 ✦ ─ reflecting

، 05 ✦ ─ holding myself accountable

، 06 ✦ ─ ynwon 4 lyfe

، 07 ✦ ─ uhh… u look like a dog kisser

، 08 ✦ ─ terrorizing taki

، 09 ✦ ─ (crush) on (eunchae)

، 10 ✦ ─ rizzimura rizzki fym

، 11 ✦ ─ wonyoung >>>

، 12 ✦ ─ ramen and 10 hours of valorant

، 13 ✦ ─ fight a m*n

، 14 ✦ ─ they scare me, especially eunchae 😥

، 15 ✦ ─ boyfriends some would say

، 16 ✦ ─ it’s always that mf taki 😒

، 17 ✦ ─ #tellmytruth #thisisdefnotsunghoon

، 18 ✦ ─ puh lease riki

، 19 ✦ ─ we are so haruhi and tamaki

، 20 ✦ ─ no longer friends

!★☆ ㅡ BONUS !

، ✦ ─ hanni4thewin

، ✦ ─ heeseung’s bitch

، ✦ ─ taki’s favor

، ✦ ─ jiung’s possession

، ✦ ─ riki gets evicted

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Y/N was getting really bad at keeping his secret fuckings with Parker a secret. He's already been caught twice by two of his uncles and he wasn't waiting for more of them to find out. Especially his dad. Apparently, the universe or the fates or whatever you believe in hated him. Like God opening up the clouds and saying: 'I hate you, Y/N.'

Whatever or whoever was working against him had his uncle Thor stumble drunkenly upstairs to find him. While Y/N and Parker were fucking in his room upstairs, his dad, his uncles, his aunts, and some very important people were downstairs at a party. His father was the host, so, he had Y/N stay upstairs until it was over. Last time he let him join his party, Y/N ended up drunk and running naked through the streets of New York.

His dad had basically paid Parker to hangout with him tonight, but he actually hired him to babysit and keep an eye on him. Report to him if Y/N messed up, or tried to sneak out. The fucking prick. As soon as he walked in with that smug look on his face; Y/N attacked his lips with his own as they could be as loud and rough as they wanted because nobody was upstairs that could hear them. More importantly, disturb them. Or so he thought.

Thor had gotten drunk and was asking Tony about his young nephew. "Ah, Stark. Where is thy son? Mine nephew?" Thor slurred.

Tony looks away from an important investor. "Upstairs, buddy." He then turned back to the investor.

Thor stumbled across the room and rode the elevator to the upstairs bedrooms as he walked until he found Y/N's room. He broke down the door with a mighty pound of his fist as he grinned amongst the wooden debris in the air. "Rejoice, nephew! Thy uncle Thor wants you to come downstairs and have a drink—what in Odin's beard is going on in here?!"

Parker stopped thrusting into Y/N's tight hole as they both froze at the sudden appearance of Y/N's uncle Thor. His eyes were wide and big as he locked eyes with Thor's blue ones. He swallowed. "Uncle Thor, I can explain. You see Puh-Puh-Parker and I were—"

"Huzzah! Thy father's intern is your epic bed conquest? I am most proud of you, dear Y/N. I shall tell your father of your epic love story." And with that, he ran out of the room.

Y/N quickly pushed Parker off him as he chased after his drunken uncle, butt naked. "No! Uncle Thor wait!" He called out as the elevator doors closed on his face. He had to think fast. He ran and took the stairs, trying not to fall as his dick flapped in the wind.

He made it just before Thor entered the party as he saw Y/N and his naked body and smiled. "Thou wishes to tell thy father in person? How noble. Come." He began to push him towards the doors of the party, but Y/N stopped him. "Uncle Thor, wait! You can't tell my dad about Parker and me."

Thor frowned. His eyes were unfocused. "Why not? Do you not wish to have thy father's blessing?"

"You can't tell him. He'll fire Parker and ground me forever. Please don't tell." Y/N begged. He hated Parker, but he would never forgive himself if he got him fired. He needed the money to help his aunt May with the rent.

He must have been using his puppy dog because Thor nods and smiles. "I swear on Mjölnir and Storm breaker that I shall not tell Stark. This is an Asgardian promise." That's when he passed out and fell to the floor. Y/N sighed and walked towards the elevators as his dad came into the room. "Son? Why are you naked and why is Thor passed out?"

Y/N tried not to blush as he looked at his dad. "I'm drunk and was watching porn?"

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Reincarnated! 7 Deadly Sins X Archdemon! Reader Intro and Headcanons

Hi hi! Part two of Love Bugs is on the way but I thought I would right down something just to keep engagement up. BTWs this might become a whole story if enough people request it. You can also ask for the individual characters in requests! Any gender for reader is fine (I'm nonbinary so I feel most comfortable writing gender neutral characters, however request male/female reader if you want) Also guess what their powers might be.

You were an archdemon, a powerful one. During the battle with heaven, you proved your metal and earned your spot as one of the King of Hell's personal guards. You had plenty of muscle and scars to show your dedication to your King, which is why you were confused with his request.

"Puh-lease!" His Highness begged you causing you to roll your eyes. In all your thousands of years of serving your king, he only seems to be this childish around you. It was almost a pitiful sight to see your mighty king reduced to this. "Your highness, please stand up. Groveling will only embarrass us both." You deadpanned towards your master. "Oh, come now (Y/N) no one ever dares intrude on our personal meetings. I wouldn't want anyone else to see what is only for you." You wanted to gag at the semi-flirtatious tone your boss took with you. It almost made you regret betraying God to assist the one you admired so much before.

Almost...

Your King had called you in for an important meeting which almost made you roll your eyes since most of his "important meetings" were just an excuse to stop your training and spend "quality time" together. You were surprised you weren't an alcoholic yet because every time you were done talking to the king you wanted to forget the syrupy sweet smiles and pet names, he cooed in your direction.

However, this time the important meeting was truly important, as your lord had a vision of the future. On this very day, the stars will align and the Seven mightiest warriors in Hell's army will be reborn as mortals with no recollection of their past lives as demons. Your lord thought it would best to have someone remind them of their past and train them to be their full potential, and he requested you to do it.

As much as you and every other little demon admired the great seven one of whom was the very first ruler of Hell Lucifer himself, you did not want to become a glorified babysitter. You were a warrior, General of Hell's army and right-hand man of King Balam. It was your job to oversee the safety of Hell and fight off any angel brave enough to attempt another "cleansing". However, his majesty was insistent that the mentor had to be you.

"(N/n) please you are Hell's finest and one of the greatest soldiers who ever spawned, only you can handle the massive power of the Seven and teach these little mortals their true potential." Buttering you up typical his majesty. He always gushed about you and your awesome power of sealing holy and demonic powers with your chains. It was very useful in and out of battle.

"I'm busy with protecting you and recruiting and training my soldiers. Find some retired demon to do it for me." You dismissed his plea entirely. That seemed to shut the crying and begging off. Your King got up and brushed off his royal garb "Very well then you leave me no choice." He wouldn't.

Your King grasped your hand, and you were taken to a strange place. It looked like Hell but it didn't feel like Hell. Thousands of figures in white loomed above as millions of screams were heard. Human and demon kind both burned in white flames as the apathetic stares of the holy gazed uninterested at the whole scene.

Like you were nothing...

What made things worse was you saw your dear friend and King barely holding on to life as the tallest and strongest looking angel held a sword to his throat. Michael.

"So, you do care about me!" Your King's voice anchored you back into reality. your face felt oddly wet. Tears, that hadn't happened since you fell. "My liege what vision did you share with me." His majesty chuckled and lifted your face to look up at him and cupped your cheeks.

"I tell you to call me Balam silly, we've been friends for almost a millennia." You shook your head he never changes. "That was what happens if the seven don't reach their full potential. You see Heaven is growing restless as they realize that the Great Virtues are coming back as well." Not the great virtues. You fought only one of them and it almost cost you your life. In fact, the only ones strong enough to defeat the Virtues were the Sins.

"Balam..." You paused searching for the right words.

"Yes, my dear knight." Balam sighed fondly as he stared at you with so much adoration.

"I accept."

The Sins:

Pride: Nalani

Full Name: Nalani Ai’la’ausd

Pronouns: She/they

Nalani Ai’la’ausd was the youngest and only girl of her family. As such she spent most of her time being raised by and cared for by her older brothers and family members. Her Hawaiian heritage meant her entire community was family and were treated as such. Her last name shows her family's rebellion towards the colonization of Hawaii and Christianity. She ended up moving away from Hawaii because of the overtourism and being sick and tired of her family being treated as servants. She is attending university and studying Political Science in hopes of going back to her home and creating policy to stop the overtourism.

When Nalani first started experiencing her powers she was frightened. I mean who wouldn't be a little scared if they started glowing and were able to control fire. However, she tried to remain calm and brave in the face of a storm and even contacted her elders for advice. Or she would have if you hadn't come out of the floor.

"Greetings mortal, I am (Y/N), General of Hell's army sword of the King of Hell. You are the reincarnation of Pride and most powerful of the Sins... can you stop glowing it's hurt my eyes."

"I don't know how to?"

"Dear Satan."

Yandere Types: Harmless, Protective, Manipulative, Possessive, Self-Aware

Nalani at first would be a Harmless yandere as she is not fully taken on her duty as a sin. She feels admiration in a platonic sense for all you've taught her. However, her feelings change as time goes on. It might be because you encourage her to be more confident in her abilities or don't ridicule her dreams. A crush soon blossoms from the admiration. Nalani notices you also interact with her teammates on a daily basis for training.

She doesn't like it...

She's the reincarnation of Lucifer who fell in some myths due to feeling jealous that God favored another over him. She knows what she's doing is wrong, but she can't help it. You make her feel so good and she simply wants to monopolize on that feeling. She's got a silver tongue which allows her to manipulate others to do small things like give you two alone time, or form alliances with the others. Again, nothing that will hurt those close to her and you, but enough to get her fill.

She's Pride the sin above all sins, it make sense for you to choose her.

You have no choice

Fun facts:

Loves Poke and any dish with fresh fish. Would love to take you to sushi bars in the city.

Proficient Surfer- wants to teach you (excuse for some alone time)

Has a fear of crabs

Scrunches her nose when she's happy.

Muscular woman with tattoos (important part of culture)

Works in a tattoo parlor when not attending classes.

Greed: Avaris

Full Name: Avaris Buhl

Pronouns: They/them

Avaris Buhl is the definition of poor, they live in a trailer with their parents and five other siblings. They are used to sharing everything with their family and take it in stride. Bathroom, living space, soap, and other items. Avaris was not very popular and often bullied for being poor. What a terrible thing to do, make fun of someone for being born into an unideal situation. Their only refuge during this turmoil was art. Drawing, painting, sculpting, Avaris tried it all. They personally liked sculpting the best. They were immediately kicked out at eighteen for applying for art school and coming out as nonbinary. Now they live in a crappy apartment and work part time as a barista and doing commissions online.

When Avaris found out that they had powers they were thinking about something that was always the forefront of their mind. Rent was due tomorrow, and that bastard of a landlord was raising rent once again. Turns out Karens don't like when you take breaks as Avaris was harassed about a drink that they didn't even make. One thing led to another and Avaris ended up turning the Karen into a gold statue by accident. While fleeing in fear a large figure appeared from a rift in the ground.

"Greetings mortal, I have come here in search of the reincarnation of Greed. I sense a powerful aura in front of me so I'm guessing it's you."

Avaris promptly fainted.

Yandere Types: Clingy, Obsessive, Self-Sacrificial, Possessive, Stalker

Avaris isn't one to let their yandere tendencies show. At first, they were just grateful that someone was there to help them. Having company also wasn't too bad as Avaris isn't the most social person.

As time goes on Avaris notices all your little quirks and starts to admire each one. Do you swing your legs when you sit? Noted. Have a unique laugh? Noted. Do you have feelings for someone? Better fix that.

Avaris is a little (very obsessed) with your every move and action seeing you as their muse. Many of their latest art pieces and sculptures look a little too familiar (many of them smashed to bits for not fully incapsulating you). Incorporating precious stones and gold they summoned to enhance your natural beauty.

Avaris is used to being ignored which never was a blessing until now, in the busy streets of the city Avaris follows you as you explore the human realm. Careful not to get close enough that your demonic senses kick in but enough to keep track of you. They don't like how close the others and some randoms are to your immortal glory. It should be them and only them.

You are encouraging them to be more greedy.

Well they are greedy for you

Fun Facts:

Even though Avaris is an artist they also know how to code (taking a few lessons online)

Loves pudding

Has very long and nimble fingers which make sculpting clay very easy.

Has a short wolf cut that is shaved on the sides, its color changing based on what they want

Extremely near sighted

Average body type and very pasty (twig arms)

Envy: Cain

Full Name: Cain Alvarado

Pronouns: He/they FTM

You know that one kid who has a reputation for being "troubled" that's Cain Model. His parents divorced when he was five, with his mom taking his older and younger sibling, leaving him with his dad. His dad wasn't terrible, but he wasn't great either. Working on a construction site all day left Cain to become self-sufficient very quick. It was learn or starve. He still resents his mom for taking his siblings away and never coming back to check on him or even let him see his siblings. He was bullied in school for being the only openly trans kid and was called some really nasty names. They never got in trouble, only he did when he broke some stupid boy's nose for groping him inappropriately. Left at sixteen to stay with a cousin and finish school. He currently lives with the same cousin and is job searching.

This was it; he was going to die. Cain ran into some very angry gang members of an old rival gang; they recognized him immediately and intended to beat him to death. He wasn't even in the gang that long and they still recognized him.

"You should've known better than to insult us like that maricón!" One of the guys said his comment, causing his buddies to laugh. "I didn't do shit hijueputa." Cain doubled over again as another foot made contact with his stomach. "Shut up bitch, we do what we want." God damn it, someone deity must love to see him suffer. Cain dug his hands into the gravel. If I find that bastard, I'll fuck them up.

Suddenly a fire hydrant exploded, and a wave of water sent the men right into the side of a wall. The water formed a protective dome around Cain. The men ran off talking about "bruja" or whatever. What was happening? Cain opened his eyes to see an imposing demon with their back turned. "I didn't need your help." Cain spoke up to the figure, who turned around with mild fascination. "Clearly not. Are you going to get off the ground?"

"Fuck you."

Yandere Types: Tsundere-Yandere, Overprotective, Impulsive, Jealous, Clingy, Self-Indulgent

Your relationship at first was rocky at best and for good reason. Cain has serious trust issues, and you were tired of having to justify everything you do. A lot of curse words in English, Spanish, and Demonic were thrown at each other. He only stayed to figure out what was going on and because you are strong. However, you kept helping him and not pitying him like everyone else.

He would rather die than admit to himself and others that you've gained a soft spot in his heart. He's never had anyone to depend on so he can't trust that you won't be like everyone else too. Yet at the same time he won't allow you to spend too much time without him tagging along and complaining about how he hates spending time with you (liar). He sees anyone flirting with you and he will cuss them out, same with anyone flirting with him. Would melt internally if you help him volunteer at the animal shelter.

He is a very emotionally driven person and when he becomes jealous, he does many things to stop that feeling making him impulsive. Leading to him being capable of hurting and killing others and you. One of the most dangerous due to his unpredictable behavior. Believes that he should indulge in his obsession with you and will force you along if it means that he is happy.

Don't look to the others for a way out

He might get jealous

Fun Facts:

Volunteers at the animal shelter regularly

Loves sour candy

Low spice tolerance

Great at domestic tasks

Loves visiting the koi pond in the park

Has many piercings

Insecure about his big chest (well-endowed and too broke for top surgery)

Has a cat named Chorizo (rescue with burn scars)

Stocky figure (chubby yet strong)

Maricón= a slur used against gay men in particular. Cain isn't fully gay per se (all of these characters are pretty fruity), but these assholes don't know the difference between gay and trans.

hijueputa= means motherfucker

Wrath: Kali

Full Name: Kali Ramanathan

Pronouns: She/her

Kali comes from a conservative Indian family. Her family longed for a son but instead they ended up with a daughter. They fell into grief when her mother could not have any more children. She became the stain of the family simply for being born the wrong way. Instead of being light skinned and petite, Kali was darked skinned and very tall, towering over her own father. She was dubbed by the rest of the family as "Mannish Girl". Instead of being ashamed of it she wore it like a badge of honor, she would never make her parents proud so why try? Her parents were furious of her love of sports and her average to low grades (despite being very smart). No one would want to marry such a defective woman. Then she confessed to liking girls more than boys, which was the final straw. She was given an ultimatum: Marry a nice Indian boy a seventeen or get the hell out of our family in shame. Much like the vengeful goddess she was named after she stormed away without a second thought. An old girlfriend's parents let her stay with them until college when she left to prove her parents wrong and become a doctor.

Kali had always swallowed her pride; it was best not to argue. She had taken sixteen years of emotional abuse without once complaining. Being compared to cousins, called stupid, called mannish, called the shame of the family. She dealt with a shitty landlord, many rejections to colleges, and working her ass off in undergrad all with fierce determination. Yet her molecular chemistry teacher was what made her snap.

"Honestly I don't understand why you're still in my class you're not very smart and you're wasting a spot that a man could fill." She had lost control and punched him but a single punch that was supposed to just bruise his jaw and ego, shattered all his bones and snapped a few tendons.

This isn't good. Her chauvinist professor had passed out due to the pain and Kali was left panicking. Why did she have to snap now when she was so close to graduating? "Need help cleaning up?" Kali snapped around to see a janitor, except it was a very muscular and handsome janitor with a regal aura and... horns? "I just need to get this man to a hospital." "No need." the person spoke and waved their hand over the broken body a black aura surrounding the body. Kali anticipated something but nothing happened. "I healed him and in exchange for my silence on this matter I want you to come with me."

What had she gotten herself into?

Yandere Type: Harmless, Sadistic, Isolating, Manipulative, Possessive, Protective, Worshiper, Delusional

At first Kali thought you were the shadiest being on the planet. Who else goes out of their way to pluck young people from their lives to train them for...? The end of the world? Were you high? Clearly not as you had some of the best fighting, she'd ever seen. Please teach her!

However, you were one of the first to not belittle her for simply being a woman with her interests. You would listen as she rambled about anything that caught her interest. You also introduced her to boxing (something about channeling her wrath powers). You were her calm her source of peace and she would do anything to keep it that way.

She is never sadistic towards you; she would rather hurt herself then hurt you (physically at least). Others including the other sins are on the table. Got a little too rough during training? She was just really into it. Knocked the tooth out of that girl at her boxing gym? She was asking for it thinking she could flirt with you (she was just smiling at you out of politeness but okay)!

Kali is smart and knows she can't have you all to herself all the time (yet), especially with the other sins. Non sin people however... are fair game. She'll manipulate every situation to make sure others stay the hell away from you and that you come to her instead. She'll also do everything to earn your trust and lure you into feeling more secure around her (good luck with that). She will treat you with great reverence and be your champion.

She would let the world burn

If you'd be there by her side

Fun Facts:

Her poorer grades in grade school were due to undiagnosed ADHD.

Loves jewelry (specifically necklaces)

Got into boxing and working out to release anger (thanks to you)

Damn good at basketball

Is a yoga instructor at a local gym

Loves spicy food

Thinks spiders are cool

Dresses in the goth aesthetic

Knows a frightening amount about the human body (will ask you for books on demon anatomy as well)

Tall and lean (from sports) medium long dark hair that is very soft (has a tiny girl stache), slightly bushy brows

Lust: Désirée

Full Name: Désirée Beaufort

Pronouns: He/him

Désirée Beaufort is a child born of an affair, specifically his father and a maid that worked for him. His father only raised him out of a sense of obligation (not wanting to pay child support). His father's wife hated him and would do everything in her power to remind him that he was a mistake. Has two other half-sisters (that we know of) who were legitimate and hate his guts. Hated the fact that he was prettier than them and would do terrible things to him (chop his beautiful locks and cut his porcelain skin). It didn't help that the other people he met all objectified him, some even trying to assault him. His father's wife did nothing but watch on as these disgusting individuals would touch him where he didn't want to be touched. Luckily, they never went further but it made Désirée terrified of the idea of sex. He asked his father to let him live on his own (to escape the abuse), who agreed just to get rid of him. Currently, living in the wealthier part of the city off the allowance his father gives him.

Désirée noticed how easy it was to get what he wanted. Of course, he always had pretty privilege but now everyone had a foggy look in their eyes when they talked to him. His landlord allowed him to stop paying rent, his coffee was always free, and people would do anything he said. He didn't understand why everyone would act so strange around him, but he just got used to it. That was until a bunch of crazed admirers chased Désirée with obsessive intent. It frightened him so terribly to see their lovesick expressions.

Why won't they go away?

A heavy weight pressed on his arm and he was yanked into an alley as the admirers continued running past him. Désirée looked up in fear of what the person behind him might do. "Are you okay?" "Huh?" Désirée tilted his head to the side, no one had ever asked him that before. "Those people looked like they wished to murder you so I want to know if they hurt you." This person cared? Désirée pulled away from the strong persons grasp and stared at them. Before him stood a terrifying beast with a commanding aura.

"Do you love me?"

"Why would I? I just met you."

"Oh thank the stars!"

Yandere Types: Worshiper, Obsessive, Clingy, Manipulative, Self- Sacrifice, Harmless(?), Desperate, Delusional

Désirée was grateful to find someone who didn't throw themselves at him. He could have a conversation with someone as an equal rather than an object and he was overjoyed. You were equally strict on everyone you trained equally which Désirée both loved and hated. You were a savior in his eyes and someone to admire for your dedication to your cause.

Désirée fell hard and fast, maybe even the first person to go yandere for you. He was surrounded by people who mistreated him so doing the bare minimum was enough to make him fall in love with you. Désirée wanted to be around you 24/7! He found out about demon contracts and begged to enter one with you. Broke down sobbing when you explained that 1. He couldn't enter a contract as the reincarnation of Lust and 2. You wouldn't do it anyways (you serve no one but the King of Hell).

Normally very touch adverse but with you Désirée is the definition of clingy. Wraps himself around you as soon as he sees you, kisses your cheek, and drowns you in compliments. He adores you so so so much, how can he not express it?! Accidentally guilt trips you into being more accepting of his advances (he becomes very depressed if you seem nonreceptive). Learns all sort of magic to impress you and uses his secret ability to make sure that his dream comes true (you and him together forever).

He always hated lust but...

He feels compelled to it by you

Fun Facts:

Bilingual (speaks fluent English and French)

Favorite food is breakfast food

Likes heavy death metal

Loves to craft (crochet, sew, knit, needlepoint)

A very good swimmer and proficient fencer

Loves horseback riding

Loves romcoms (will try to reenact them with you)

Beautiful man: Tall and lithe (most likely to malnourishment) with Long wavy blond hair and icy blue eyes has two beauty marks under each eye

Gluttony: Gwyn

Full name: Gwyn Bex

Pronouns: ALL OF THEM

Gwyn Bex and their background is nothing to sniff at. She had two supportive mothers who love him no matter what, they have a successful career as a high fashion model, and they have more wealth than others of his age group could say. However, she is not satisfied with this life, it was all so hollow. The only time that he ever feels a thrill is when something is at stake, someone challenges their comfy life. When that is not happening, she is going on a diet to it the newest body trend after all their looks are what gave them this life and he can't be anything less than perfect. They have a severe case of binge eating and purging which has caused many health complications, oh well not like she cared much about himself.

Gwyn reclined in a red leather seat of a beauty parlor getting their hair done, smoking a cigarette. Smoking was against the rules but who was going to stop him? Their next photo shoot was coming up and she had to look flawless. The hairdressers were chatting about unimportant things until he heard a rival model's name. A string snapped internally as they heard those insects praising that ghastly creature. Gwyn sighed and tried to keep things together.

They wouldn't stop.

Gwyn dug their manicured nails into the armrests of the styling chair. How dare they speak of another who couldn't hold a candle to them and her beauty. Their multicolored eyes held nothing but malice for the people talking in front of him.

BOOM!

Large lightning bolt followed by wall shaking thunder landed in front of the shop. The lights in the shop began to flicker on and off, freaking out the customers. A humming sound came from the walls themselves. Bursting from the vents came a swarm of locusts swirling around Bex causing patrons and workers to scream in terror. How amusing.

Even more intriguing was the brief yet ominous silhouette that appeared near the window. Ignoring the chaos around her she walked out the door and was greeted with the intense scent of ozone. Some of the locusts leaving the store and following them, one in particular landing on a stranger's finger. "You know locusts aren't often found swarming in the city, they often flock to where there are crops to be razed. Gwyn cocked his perfect brow at the strangely alluring person in front of them, smirking. "You're going to be fun."

Yandere Types: Sadistic, Monopolizing, Controlling, Unpredictable, Self-Indulgent, Manipulative

Is the most dangerous yandere upfront. They know what they want and what she wants, what he craves is entertainment. It almost scares you how differently Bex approaches things than the rest of the sins. Beelzebub was known to be very dangerous but the reincarnation more dangerous than Lucifer's. That's new. Gwyn flirts with everyone in this strange little 'family' at first not really caring for their fate or anyone's feelings. You change that.

Foxy little minx you are

How dare you fill their mind when they should be focused on other things? You must pay by being their little play thing. Too bad your so stubborn and defiant. No matter... makes things more fun.

Unlike the other sadists Gwyn's sadistic tendencies can and will be turned on you. You're the big bad general, of course she wants to test your mettle (you're not having any of it). They like to playfully tease you, predatory gaze trained on your figure consuming your every action. It's so sweet how you worry for their health (you don't you just need them to embrace Gluttony further), you should be rewarded for that (you don't want his rewards).

Cain might kill others by accident but for Gwyn it's all a calculated game and everyone must play their part. Your part is to be her precious little general, their toy.

Gluttony is all about overindulgence

Well let them overindulge in you

Fun Facts:

Has heterochromia (one blue eye, one eye that is half blue half brown)

Is jealous of the King's power over you

Likes testing their abilities in his spare time

Great singing voice (is a triple threat)

The only sin who is on board with embracing their sin

Actually hates bugs (especially flies)

Knew Duke before all this (you'll find out ;))

Weight fluctuates from anorexically thin to fat (can pull off any weight), foxlike eyes, pretty strawberry blonde hair, average height

Sloth: Marmaduke

Full Name: Marmaduke Skelly (prefers to be called Duke)

Pronouns: "The guy ones" (any pronouns besides she/her)

Duke's a chill guy, he's very go with the flow type guy. Grew up in middle class suburbia with two loving parents and a cute little sister (very big age gap between siblings). Was very insecure of being short and skinny (was the shortest boy in his middle school), which lead to a lot of teasing from his friends and classmates. When you've been thrown through a basketball net you decide it's time to bulk up. Got his first set of weights at thirteen as well as a gym membership at fifteen. He aspires to be just like his first gym bro who helped teach him how to use all the equipment and figure out a routine. Joined his high school wrestling team and quickly became MVP. Was a golden boy jock at his school and would report any jock to the coach who was found bullying or harassing girls. Got in on a sports scholarship to the city university and is studying Early Childhood Education (minor in Philosophy).

Duke was having one of those sleep paralysis episodes again he was sure of it. He had no problems getting sleep in his whole life until recently. Every night he would fall asleep and would wake up unable to move or speak. A large dark figure would whisper to him calling him Belphegor for some reason. He was never really that religious, sure his parents dragged him to church as a kid but he never believed in demons.

Until he saw one in his frat's kitchen. "Ah you're awake finally, you know you talk in you sleep, correct?" Fuck. What was he supposed to say? "Uh are you a demon?" Duke asked. Idiot that must be such a rude question to ask a demon. The demon laughed as their eyes squinted in amusement (which Duke thought was pretty cute). "What do you think?" The demon asked flexing their powerful wings and sweet gains. "That you should teach me your routine cause you got some sweet gains." The demon stared at Duke in disbelief. Did he say something wrong. "Gains? Routines? Human what are you talking about."

He's jealous

Yandere Types: Harmless, Obsessive, Clingy, Overprotective, Delusional, Lovesick

Bro is just happy to be along for the ride. He a reincarnated demon represented the cardinal sin of Sloth. Sick... what is sloth? IT'S WHAT?! Bro's straight up offended. He did not put all this work into a healthy bod to be told he has to throw that all out the window. Hell no! Not only that but sloth is one of the least respected and powerful of the sins. How come Nalani gets to be Lucifer Freaking Morningstar and he just... he doesn't even know! You're pretty much the only person who can calm him down.

Bro is whipped for you anytime spent with you is good time. Wanna go to the gym? The movies? The gym? That new burger place? The gym? Please go to the gym with him! He wants to learn some new moves and teach you some of his own (also see you covered in sweat).

Delulu for real. You can do nothing wrong in his eyes. #1 (Y/N) apologist and defender. Will fight anyone who disagrees. He also believes that you love him the most deep down so that's why he's fine with you interacting with everyone else. Does many things to attempt to convince you that you he should be your mate. (you are his but more importantly he is yours)

Your number one hype man will shower you with compliments all day long. You didn't have an ego problem before, but you'll have one after interacting with Duke for too long. Bros always praising your muscles (using that as an excuse to squeeze them).

Freaks the fuck out if you get even the tiniest scrape. He doesn't underestimate you, he just never wants you to feel pain. Oh my god you have a paper cut?! CALL THE AMBULANCE! Don't worry baby he'll make sure to hold your hand the entire time. You're just rolling your eyes.

Seems the most normal out of all of them but he's still a yandere (just unintentionally sneaky).

Sloth is all about apathy but

He'll never sleep on you

Fun Fact:

Is intersex

Total gym bro (but a wholesome one)

Has fairy princess tea parties with his little sister like a real man

Professional body builder

Terrible cook

(insert the Knuckles feminist rant here)

Loves the Rocky movies (sister is convinced he's a ginger Rocky Balboa)

Huge anime nerd

Knows Gwyn (unfortunately in his eyes)

One of the only ones willing to share darling

Bros literally been called a buff leprechaun (cause he is short, ginger, and built like a tank). No one thinks this man would be 5'2 (158.496 cm) but he is. Hairy arms and cannot go anywhere without putting a crap ton of sunscreen on. Covered in freckles and has the nicest hazel eyes. Heart is as big as his muscles bro.

[angeliicheartt]

omg i wanna do a match up for mha... uhmuhm some facts abt myself is im an slytherin aquarius, im really chill and sarcastic, give me scars or insecurities and i'll kiss them over n over again, im not good w words so i execute action all the time, born to live in the 2000s forced to live in 2024 uegh cries... people regarded me as extremely honest thus calling me rude but i didn't mean to be rude (society pls gimme a break) idk what else to write ab myself HAHA

ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴᴇᴏɴ !

a/n: he's such a pain but he's so fine😓 anyways im busy cranking out requests so here's more matchups

i match you with.. touya todoroki!

putting mha characters in hogwarts universe, all the todorokis were gryffindors but dabi, he was a slytherin TELL ME IM WRONG YOU CAN'T

ya'll are always on the same page

you came outta the league as a duo

if he's protecting anyone, its you

yk the one sound on tiktok like "id let the world burn," yeah thats him except instead of letting the world burn its "i'll burn the world for you"🤗

idk if its the booktok but that don't sound bad 🤷‍♀️

SHOWER him in affection, PUH-lease he needs it

i thinky think yall took forever to say i love you but always said it through actions !!

guard dog energy

will go after people for you

10/10 boyfriend sen !

[skylarkking]

To Heal a Mockingbird

A TFA Ratchet x Mech!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Chapter 3: A Switch

"What do you mean you can't?" Ratchet asked.

"I mean, I can't tell you anything."

"Can't or won't?" Ultra Magnus asked coldly.

"Can't." I growled before sighing slightly. "Look, Megatron keeps a lot of secrets, and I'm nowhere high enough on the food chain to tell you anything. But... I can tell you where to look."

"And where would that be?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"That I won't tell you. Not without knowing you aren't going to stab me in the back."

"Puh, you're lucky the Magnus is even giving you the courtesy of speaking face to face." Pharma huffed as he entered the room and leaned against a wall with arms crossed.

"What took you so long?" Ratchet grumbled.

"I don't make time for Decepticons." Pharma spat.

"Pharma, that's enough." Ultra Magnus said before returning his focus to me. "Y/D, I can guarantee that there is no trickery here."

"I'll believe it when I see it." I growled before wincing with a hiss. "Nnngh, f-frag."

"What's wrong?" Ratchet asked.

"M-my wings and chassis... they hurt." I grunted. Ratchet gently guided me back to a laying position on the medical berth. He ran a scan over my frame and furrowed his optic ridges at the results.

"Try and get some rest Y/D. We can talk more later." Ratchet said as he motioned for both Pharma and Ultra Magnus to follow him. The pair complied and left me alone in the room, their voices just barely audible to me

"What's his status?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"The stress from being interrogated has caused his levels to drop significantly." Ratchet said. "He's too vulnerable right now to be under any sort of stress."

"Or maybe," pharma said coldly. "We can use this as a way to force him to talk."

"Are you out of your circuits?" Ratchet snarled.

"Look, we need to know what Megatron is planning, and he currently can give us the information we need." Pharma argued.

"He's in no condition to give it currently, and as his medic, I strongly urge -"

CRASH!

"FRAGGING DAMMIT!" The trio heard me curse following the sound of falling metal. Ratchet quickly rushed back into the room and saw me on my servos and knees. The energon line and monitor had been disconnected, and I was slightly shaking from the pain.

"Oh no, you dont!" Pharma barked as he and Ultra Magnus ran back into the room. Pharma shoved Ratchet aside and quickly slapped a pair of stasis cuffs onto my wrists. I felt my frame stiffen as the cuffs paralyzed me, my denta gripping so tight from the pain and paralysis that I thought they'd shatter. "And just where do you think you are going, huh? Are you going to run off back to the Decepticons?"

"Get these off of me right now!" I snapped.

"Pharma! Don't be an idiot!" Ratchet protested.

"We are not about to let our only link to finding out what Megatron's up to run away!" Pharma barked. He then forced me to a stand and shoved me back onto the medical berth. The next thing I knew, I felt a blaster pressed against the side of my helm. "Now, you're going to tell us EXACTLY what we need to know. Right here. Right now."

"Pharma!" Ratchet protested before looking over to the Magnus with a silent plea.

"Well?" Pharma snarled to me. The only response he got was a quiet chuckle. "What's so funny?!"

"You don't have the bearings to pull that trigger." I said with a cold smirk. "And even if you did, you'd be giving me a gift." I slowly and stiffly turned my helm, so I was staring down the barrel of the blaster. I then pressed my forehelm directly against it and looked up at Pharma with a knowing gaze. "Why not pull it, hm? I know you've been itching to kill me since the start. After all, aren't you Autobots just like us Decepticons in that regard?"

My words were cold as ice and my gaze unbreakable. The combination of the two was enough to cause Pharma to hesitate and shudder slightly. I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.

"I'm not afraid of death, Autobot. Your methods are not going to work on me."

"Don't tempt me, Decepti-scum!"

"Oh please, come up with something more creative than that." I scoffed.

"Tell us what we want to know! Now!"

"Sir, please!" Ratchet begged the Magnus in a hushed voice. "You can't let this continue!"

"Don't worry about me." I said to the medic. "I know this coward can't pull that trigger. Not unless your Magnus wants what I know. After all, nothing comes for free."

"I've offered you your freedom and for all charges to be dropped." Ultra Magnus said. "What else do you want?"

"I'll tell you if you get your trigger happy lap mutt to back off and get these cuffs off of me."

"It's a trap!" Pharma argued. "As soon as I do that, he's going to try and run again!"

"Idiot, I wasn't trying to run the first time." I barked. "I was TRYING to sit up."

"What?" Pharma asked in pure disbelief.

"Look, a seekers wings aren't just for flying, you know." I scoffed. "They are key for balance and coordination. When I tried to scoot up, I couldn't sense how far I was and fell. Maybe if you actually took a moment to analyze the situation rather than getting whiplash from jumping to conclusions, you'd actually see that I'm not as much of a threat as you think."

Pharma was completely dumbfounded by my words and looked over to the Magnus for answers.

"Stand down, Pharma." Ultra Magnus said. Pharma reluctantly obeyed and returned the blaster to its rightful place. He then removed the stasis cuffs and backed off with a bit of a sulk.

"And I thought Blitzwing was more prone to outbursts." I grumbled as I massaged my wrists with annoyance.

"You okay, Y/D?" Ratchet asked.

"Just annoyed." I muttered before turning my attention back to the Magnus. "But, now that that's out of the way. What I want is something only you can allow."

"And what would that be?" Ultra Magnus asked suspiciously.

"I want to join the Autobots."

"WHAT?!" Pharma exclaimed in absolute disbelief.

"My terms for the information you seek are my freedom and allowing me to side with the Autobots." I said coldly. "Are these acceptable to you, Ultra Magnus?"

"Sir! I have to object!" Pharma exclaimed. "He's a Decepticon! A-a murderer!"

"And are you not one yourself?" I growled. "Or do you forget that the Autobots have as much guilt in this war as the Decepticons?" The room grew tense and silent at my words, the trio staring at me with disbelief and bewilderment. "No one is innocent here, not you, not me, no one." I lowered my gaze, and an expression of saddening exhaustion crossed my face. "I've seen too much death from both Autobots and Decepticons. Both sides are guilty of taking life." I then looked up and made direct optic contact with the Magnus. "But with the threat of the Allspark being taken and misused, I am willing to side with those who seek to protect it from harm. Even if it means breaking my oath to serve Megatron. So, do we have a deal?"

Ultra Magnus paused as he pondered my words, the gears of his processor clearly working based on his expression.

Then he finally answered me.

"These terms are acceptable Y/D." He said.

"Then I'll tell you everything I know."

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[kikker-oma]

Cr*ckfic?

YES

YES

…

It was a beautiful day in the land of Hyrule, the birds were chirping, and the leaves rustled just so in the vast forest. Nothing could possibly go

“I. HATE. YOU!” Wild shouted as he threw a small rock at Legend, “You’re a criminal! Time, tell him I shouldn’t pay a CRIMINAL.”

“You landed on MY railroad. PAY UP 25 RUPEES.”

“NO.”

“YES YOU LITTLE SH-“ Legend looked at Sky, oh poor innocent Sky. The only one that ACTUALLY pays everyone, even if he only has two rupees left, “SHEEP.” He crossed his arms, “I MAY BE IN JAIL, BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT I MOVED FIVE SPACES. BLAME WIND, HE RIGGED THE DICE.”

“What? I would NEVER do anything like that!”

“Shut up Wind, you’re not the one to talk after making me pay 1,250 rupees on your STUPID HOTEL.” Warriors crossed his arms, “And to think you were nice.”

“Wild, just pay Wild his 25 rupees and let’s get back to playing.” Four tried to mediate the situation, “Look, I’ll even give you 25 of my rupees.” He tried to offer up.

“Oh no, don’t believe him!” Hyrule yells, “It’s a trap I TELL YE. ITS A TRAP!!”

“SHHHH RULIE IF YOU WANT MY BLUE CARDS THEN HUSH HUSH!”

Time looked over at Twilight, and Twilight looked over at Time. Behind them, stood a pile of money.

“Wait a minute!” Wild pushed the board aside, “You guys merged bank! CHEATERS!”

“Wild!” Sky sighed, “THE BOARD. YOU KNOCKED IT OVER.”

“Oh puh-lease, we can fix it. But TIME AND TWILIGHT SHOULD GO IN JAIL.” Wild pointed to the jail cell, “Legend, I shall free you, but THESE TWO THAT I PUT MY FAITH IN, ESPECIALLY YOU TIME. WHO SAYS YOU DIDN”T EMBEZZLE FUNDS FROM THE BANK?.!” The scarred boy flopped onto the forest floor, “Thou heart of mine shall be broken, and thou shall perish.”

“At least I am free,” Legend smirked, “Sucks for you guys though.”

“Wait, so none of us are playing the game properly?” Sky looked over at the rules. Monopoly is a weird game, “huh?”

“Took you long enough to figure out,” Warriors sighed, “We can’t even play anymore because SOMEONE knocked the board down.”

“Nuh uh! It’s Four’s fault! If he didn’t try to scam me, none of this would have happened!”

“Mine??? I thought WIND RIGGED THE DICE!”

“I AM INNOCENT.”

“I should have never asked…” Sky sighs, “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s 7:00pm?” Warriors looked over, confused.

“I KNOW! ITS SO LATE.”

….

I just wanted an excuse to write dialouge now that I’m reading over this

WAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA dude I freaking love this 🤣🤣🤣 this reminds me of an ask I have in my inbox! Someone requested some of the boys playing monopoly and this crackfic reeeeaaaallly makes me wanna draw it LOL

Thank you for blessing me with this chaos lol

[horsegirlz]

Reviewing Horse Picrews - Part 2

Check out: Part 1 here, Part 3 here

A brief review of every horse Picrew dollmaker I could find! (The small exception being any generic MLP G4 pony makers.)

I'll be trying to create an either sunbleached black / seal brown / liver chestnut horse in each one (my favourite coats), as well as one or two more exciting horse designs, showcasing the options.

(These Picrews are created by people in their free time without getting paid, so let's remember that and respect the artists!) ------------------------------------------------------------

⬆️ Together with Horse-san by Kikuko Rating: 🥕🥕🥕🥕⚫ 4/5 carrots + a fun drink 🍸 You can make a little scene of celebrating an occasion with your favourite race horse. Again, not a ton of options for coats or mane, but very cute for what it is! It doesn't use the built-in colour system and the categories are written in Japanese, so you might have to click around a bit.

⬆️ Pony Maker by Neonsparks Rating: 🥕🥕🥕🥕⚫ 4/5 carrots + plate of cookies 🍪🍪🍪 A cute one where you can make both some more realistic horses and very fantasy horses with lots of options! The style is fun and the amount of colour options made me happy. It's also easy to use with good thumbnails.

⬆️ Realistic Horse Maker by Glades Rating: 🥕🥕⚫⚫⚫ 2/5 carrots + a small sprout 🌱 This one is clearly under construction, but I thought it was nice enough to include anyway since it would look great once finished. There are a few different coat options available.

⬆️ Horse Maker by Hone Rating: 🥕🥕🥕⚫⚫ 3/5 carrots + bandaids 🩹🩹 There aren't that many options, but the horses look like they're part of a dark and dramatic story, which is worth points on its own. Doesn't use the built-in colour system but has good thumbnails.

⬆️ Pony Maker WIP by citrxs Rating: 🥕🥕🥕⚫⚫ 3/5 carrots + ice cream 🍦 It's a WIP, and there aren't any options for mane or tail styles, but you can still make a cute G3 MLP in this maker!

⬆️ PUH Maker by NOEN Rating: 🥕🥕🥕⚫⚫ 3/5 carrots + egg 🥚 PUH apparently stands for Pegasus Unicorn Horse. I don't know the context of this, but i like my PUH.

⬆️ Pony Maker! by Gentle Rating: 🥕🥕🥕⚫⚫ 3/5 carrots + a falling star 🌠 You can make some cute ponies in this one. It's MLP/fantasy focused and has some very pretty colour options. It loses one carrot point on that it was a bit hard to use due to the colour swatches being blank and some thumbnails being unclear, but the style is pretty.

⬆️ Chill Horse Maker by VirtualUmiushi Rating: 🥕🥕🥕⚫⚫ 3/5 carrots + warm soup 🥣 There aren't many options in this one, but the horses are indeed cute and easy-going. It doesn't use the built-in colour system but since there's not that many options it's still easy to use.

⬆️ horse maker by Yuglenta Rating: 🥕🥕⚫⚫⚫ 2/5 carrots + a rainbow 🌈 It doesn't have that many options, but it has a unique style. It doesn't use the built-in colour system but since there's not that many options it's fine. With a tiny bit more polish it would get another carrot point.

⬆️ Technicolour Horse Maker!! by ZIHETTE (@zihette on Tumblr) Rating: 🥕🥕🥕🥕🥕 5/5 carrots + juice carton 🧃 I went in expecting this to have less options than it has. I could almost make a seal brown / sunbleached horse! There are lots of cute options in styles and colours, there are expressions and some accessories and extras, so I recommend this one, especially for the intended MLP/fantasy horses.

⬆️ Horse-ish by U------ma Rating: 🥕🥕⚫⚫⚫ 2/5 carrots + a pretzel 🥨 They're very cute even though there aren't that many different options. I would've given it another carrot point easily if there were more brown mane colour options.

⬆️ horse 1 by moooo Rating: 🥕🥕🥕⚫⚫ 3/5 carrots + delicious croissant 🥐 This one honestly took me a bit by surprise too. I would say it has a lot of potential, there are lots of good ideas in there, but it's a bit confusing to use (not using the built-in colour system but having relatively many options, and some being unclear). I would've liked to see a few more coat pattern/detail options and colours, but I think the horses are really cute.

⬆️ Horsesona maker by myrdrottningen (@queenoftheantz !) Rating: 🥕🥕🥕🥕🥕 5/5 carrots + flower bouquet 💐 One of the cutest horse makers ever. Lots of customisation options, including different body and head shapes, mane and tail styles, accessories, etc. Doesn't go too deep into coat patterns and details, but has lots of other stuff. You can make both realistic and fantasy horses. Nice style. It's great!

[splinnters]

PUH-LEASE do Transmasc!Jay!!!! He's my absolute favorite, and I can't help but think he's trans (totally unrelated to me also being trans ;])

Thank you <333333

-your loyal anon

yeahhhh!!! I'm so glad someone asked this jay has those vibes So Bad (also unrelated to me also ALSO being trans)

transmasc jay pride month headcanons!

Jay has the classic trans guy story: when he was little, he was very upset by the fact he couldn't go to the bathroom the same way his dad did. he got the sonic mcdonalds toy instead of the sofia the first toy, he refused to wear any color except blue for a year straight, and he called multiple people stupid when they called him a girl. his parents, after some hesitation, tried raising him as a boy, and within a few months they knew it was the right decision

Jay had a phase in which he LOVED bird watching and would force his parents to go on long hikes with him outside of the yard to find different birds. his favorite was the blue jay, so he named himself after it (and his parents had to convince him not to add the "blue" part to his legal documents)

he didn't think too hard about it as a kid since it all came naturally to him. he just took his meds (aka puberty blockers) and wore the clothes he liked and he got to be called Jay now!

then as he got older and travelled more outside the yard, he realized that he was in a less than common situation. since he was pretty closed off from the rest of the world, he started to wonder if he was the only one who felt like his sex didn't match his gender

he tried to push those thoughts away and continued his transition by starting testosterone when he was around 15. he adopted a peppy and loud personality to shut out his depressive thoughts (and occasionally to drown out a transphobe)

by the time he joined the ninja, it was virtually impossible to tell that Jay was trans. he never developed a chest or got periods because of the puberty blockers and then hormone therapy he received. while his voice was sort of high, it wasn't girly, and he introduced himself as Jay Walker, a Normal Guy™

for a while he was downright terrified of telling anybody. it was hard to guess if any of the ninja were transphobic since they didn't really talk about things like that

eventually there was a moment where somebody, maybe Cole, mentioned a trans person they knew and Jay made a bad joke like "what? there's TWO of us now?!" and then he had to act as casual as he could while he explained what he meant

Jay was relieved when the ninja mostly shrugged it off with a few "thanks for telling us" and "we're proud of you". they all agreed it didn't change anything and Jay only let himself cry over the anxiety of it all once he went to bed. he woke up the next day feeling lighter than ever

he started to meet a lot of trans people after that, mostly from looking around online, and was relieved to know so many people had the same experience

he continues to be subtle about being trans, with the exception of pride month when he breaks out the pins and shirts and flags. he likes to annoy Kai by waving little flags in his face

I also feel like Jay would like neopronouns, just a little spark/sparkself or really anything related to lighting. he thinks they're fun!!