#so the thought of him looming over all the others is So Funny given the fact that he is Bones.

[saturdays--sun]

i always forget that festus is 6'5, and that he's that tall with all of No Meat on his bones. slenderman ass.

[gay-dorito-dust]

yandere jax x reader 🙏😼‼

Warning: Jax being Jax, manipulative, bullying, just over all unhealthy yandere shit that you get from these types of fics.

This fucker has keys to your room…if that’s not already concerning to begin with, it should be considering he uses them to his advantage in invading your room, seeing if there was anything he could take without you noticing for no other reason than the fact that he just could and nobody would stop him.

You will not be given a second alone to breath, nor have quality time for yourself either his bunny is looming over you and acting like his usual asshole self, while also claiming in the same breath that he only wanted to toughen you up in the case one do the adventures you went on…goes south really fast and certain decisions would have to be made on the fly.

It’s a surprise that you haven’t abstracted from Jax’s constant pestering and brutal criticism of your character on a regular basis. He thought it would be funny to see how fast you’d break or snap back at him, give him another side of you to be equally as obsessed with them he already was.

As long as Jax was about there was no such thing as personal space, his arm was always seen linked with yours, making it impossible for you to pull away from him as he’ll always have you dragged back to his side; even on adventures Jax made sure that no one else but him can be partnered up with you because he felt as though the likes of Pomni or Ragatha would try to make you see Jax the way they see him, or keep you away from him so that he couldn’t manipulate you into staying by his side or so they believed what he was doing. (Which was true but Jax didn’t want you to realise this so soon)

So even if they managed to get to you before him, Jax would be internally fuming but would compose himself by following you and remaining silent as a mouse as he watched pomni/Ragatha for signs that they’ll try to make you go against him. So if you think you’re being watched with such intent then you’d be right but Jax can easily slink off into the shadows and hide himself from being caught.

He’s got soft footfalls, meaning that you can’t hear him coming most of the time which works in his favour in getting close to you, leaning towards your ear and going ‘boo’ making you jolt and cling onto him by impulse. However Jax will see this as you accepting him as your source of safety and allows you to cling to him however you wish, it only fuels his obsession with you to somehow and even more unhealthier extent.

But if Jax got to you first when it came to partnering up for adventures, let’s just say death or hell would’ve been more appealing then being stuck with Jax for who knows how long. He would practically be using you as shield of sorts from whatever comes your way because he could, or shoving you in front of him to make sure the way ahead wasn’t secretly boobytrapped, laughing at you when you come back to him unamused and with blow darts within your body.

‘Oh you poor thing.’ He’d mockingly say as he pats your head before walking past you, now aware of what laid ahead thanks to your forced sacrifice by his hand.He’s just not the best to be struck with during adventures, you your are in safer hands with pomni and or Ragatha, hell even Kinger in all honesty but chances of you getting paired with them are slim to none.

Jax gets jealous when you spend time with others, he hates it because you were meant to be by his side, it’s cold without you to be near him and near him you’ll stay no matter what, and it was a fact that he does get across to everyone else eventually that they just leave you with Jax; much to your dismay. If they tried to get close to you or call you over to look at something, Jax would then have his hand on your bicep, keeping you close to him as he tells whoever is asking for you attention that your sick or busy.

Any and every excuse Jax could come up with just to keep you safe and away from anyone who wasn’t him. He may act controlling and an total dickhead towards you but he claims it was for your own good and that he only did what he did because he cared about you, those words that felt odd and weird coming out of his mouth.

Jax was your shadow in every sense of the word and you can’t escape, you can never escape from Jax because he’ll eventually find you regardless and you’ll be trapped within his arms, his grip seemingly tighten every time you tried to get out of his grip and his smile somehow grew wider at your attempts.

You can run but you can’t hide from Jax, so you’re better off just staying compliant to him and wherever he required if you wanted everyone else to remain unharmed.

[wcnderlnds]

alone together | jimmy darling

・❥・ summary: jimmy saves you from twisty and you end up catching feelings for him. ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, virgin!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, maybe some swearing, clown mentions. ・❥・ authors note: im still not super confident writing smut so we all gotta keep pretending its decent until i am thank u love u.

The damp smell of mould filled your nostrils, eyes straining to see through the bars you were held behind. It had been days since you’d eaten more than half a cracker, your stomach hurting from the lack of food and water. How much longer could you survive this? Escaping wasn’t an option. You and your fellow captives had tried but each time it had failed. All you could do was sit and suffer through each and every day of this torture. 

The door to the small trailer was thrown open and in stepped the clown. His terrifying face looming through the bars at you, holding out… flowers? Shaky hands took them from him but when you didn’t smile or thank him he started rattling the cage, moans of anger coming from the mask on his face. He threw open the cage door, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you outside where there was another clown. It took no time at all for them to tie you up, the other one more talkative — his voice seemed familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The talkative of the two skipped over to you. The weapon in his hand brought up to your throat…

You jumped up in bed, sweating buckets, fear coursing through you as you once again dreamt of that night. As your eyes focused, you noticed another person in the room. He was looking at you with concerned eyes, slowly edging closer to you. Scooting back on the bed was all you could do to put some distance between you and the mystery man.

“Hey, calm down, toots. I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s me, Jimmy,” his soothing voice said calmly. His hands up in the air. That’s when you realised who it was. The man that had saved you. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Now what’re you apologising for? You went through a real traumatic experience, doll face. I'd be concerned if you weren’t a little cautious.” His voice was like a soothing balm, easing a little bit of the fear.

“I appreciate it. You rescuing me and letting me crash here. I don’t got nowhere else to go.”

“You can stay here as long as you like. I’m sure we can bother Elsa to give you a job around here to help out — make you a part of the family. Besides, here, you’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

For some reason, you believed him with all your heart and soul.

Elsa had given you a job. It wasn’t anything special — just to clean up around the place and help the others get ready for their acts. It was easy work but it made you feel important. Everyone had accepted you the instant Jimmy introduced you to them. It had taken a while for you to open up and actually hold a conversation but they had been so patient with you. They knew the whole story of what you’d been through. It was probably why they were just as protective of you as Jimmy was. Well, no. Nobody was as protective of you as Jimmy. He had stuck to his word and made sure you were safe. Anyone even so much as looked at you funny and he was by your side ready to defend you. The fact you had someone looking after you made you feel special. Jimmy made you feel special. The closer the two of you got, the easier it was to fall for him.

Whether it was his charming smile or his caring nature, he always found a way to make you swoon. Not that he knew. No, there was no way you were telling him. The thought alone was almost more terrifying than being kidnapped by that awful clown.

The nightmares still came but they weren’t as frequent anymore. They never came on the nights where you fell asleep on Jimmy, held tightly in his arms. Those were your favourite nights. It often happened when you were talking — he was a touchy guy and always liked to have his arm around you. Who were you to refuse a cuddle from a handsome guy like that? It was purely platonic even if your herat beat a little faster any time he touched you.

“You busy after the show tonight?” Jimmy asked, approaching you with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

At his question, you stopped sweeping the floor, turning to look at him. “No, why?”

“Thought I’d treat you. Meet me at my trailer after the show?”

“Yeah, okay.”

It felt like the night dragged, each acting seeming to take twice as long as normal when in reality you were just being impatient. Ever since Jimmy had asked you to meet him after the show, it was all you could think about. Maybe there was some hope that he did actually feel the same way you did. The thought alone was enough to make you feel giddy. It didn’t help when Jimmy caught the wide smile on your face from the other side of the stage and threw a wink your way. 

When the show finally came to it’s end, you almost ran to his trailer - but didn’t because you didn’t want to seem too eager. When you stepped inside, Jimmy was already there. Turns out he was just as eager as you were. He gestured for you to take a seat and you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. This man had cooked you dinner. He’d taken the time to actually cook for you. That meant the world to you, especially knowing Jimmy wasn’t that much of a cook in the first place.

Was there anything more romantic than the person you liked making you dinner? He’d even set the small table out with a candle in the middle.

The two of you chatted, laughed and ate. It was like nothing else in the world mattered but you two. It had been so long since you felt so carefree. With that thought in mind, you decided to be brave. You had to take your shot while you had it, right? So, you leaned in and captured Jimmy’s lips with yours. At first he was surprised, his eyes wide but soon enough he relaxed into it, his lips moving gently against yours.

It felt like heaven kissing him. It was everything you’d dreamed of and more. He nibbled your bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss so you parted your lips, your tongues tangling together in a frenzied dance. Jimmy’s hand rested on your hip, gently laying you back on the bed where you’d moved over to relax after dinner, his body gently resting on top of yours. The second you felt his hand slide up your thigh and under your dress, you froze. That caused Jimmy to instantly stop, pulling away with a confused look on his face. 

“I thought….” He furrowed his brows.

“No, I mean…” Before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off.

“It’s because of these right, right? You don’t want these hands touching you. I should have guessed it was too good to be true. I thought you were different than everyone else but turns out you’re just the same as them,” Jimmy’s eyes were ablaze with anger. He had a short fuse, you knew this so you tried to diffuse the situation quickly. As he tried to get to his feet, your fingers gently encircled around his arm not letting him move.

“It’s not that. I don’t care about any of that. Your hands are part of you and… I like every part of you. I just…” you swallowed, almost mumbling your next words. “I’m… a virgin.”

That took him by surprise. His features softened immediately. It had nothing to do with him. You liked him. All of him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But, I gotta tell you doll, I really like you. You drive me crazy.”

“I… want to. I’m just nervous.”

“We’ll go slow, alright? I do something you don’t like then you tell me to stop and I will, I promise.”

You nodded your head, hands threading through his hair as you pulled him back down to your lips. This time when his hand slid up your thigh, you didn’t stop him. His fingers softly rubbing you through your panties causing a moan to slide from your lips. The noise sent shivers down his spine. If he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life then he’d be a happy man. 

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers found the edge of your panties. With a nod, you gave him permission. Jimmy wasted no time at all in pulling them off, bunching your dress up around your waist so he could get a better view. He groaned at the sight, his cock already half hard and straining against his pants.

His fingers slid through your folds with ease, the skin on skin contact causing you to moan out, your hand grasping his wrist as he softly moved his fingers. You’d touched yourself before but it had never felt as good as this. His eyes kept focused on you, taking note of what made you moan, what made you squirm. Sensing how wet you were, he decided to push the boundaries a bit more, his fingers rubbing against your entrance. He pushed them inside slowly. You gasped out. He slowly began to slide his finger in and out, trying not to hurt you. With his conjoined fingers, he knew he had to be careful. The last thing he wanted to do was cause you any harm. Your soft moans echoed through the trailer, your orgasm fast approaching.

“Ohhh, Jimmy,” you whined, back arching off the mattress as you bucked your hips into his hand. That familiar feeling was pooling in the pit of your stomach and all it took was his thumb circling your clit for you to fall apart around his fingers.

He continued pumping his finger into you through your release only pulling out once he was sure you were finished. The smirk on his face as he leaned down to capture your lips once again was captivating. In your still dazed state you barely felt the way he was moving his hips against you, his hard, clothed length rubbing against you. “Jimmy?”

“Hmmm?” He mumbled, his lips now pressing along your neck.

“I want you.”

His head shot up, eyes searching yours to make sure you were certain. When he found no hesitation he didn’t waste any time in pulling your dress off you along with his own clothes. As he laid back on top of you, skin on skin, you felt the nerves bubble up. Sensing it, he rested his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I trust you. You once told me you’d keep me safe and… I know you will now too.”

“Well, shit, way to make me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.” His lips found yours in a soft gentle kiss saying more than words ever could. His free hand rested on your hip as he positioned himself at your entrance. “You sure? I’ll go real slow. Tell me to stop at any point, okay?”

“I trust you,” you whispered.

That was all he needed. Slowly, he pressed his tip into you, pushing in until he heard you gasp. The sharp ache that ran through your body hurt like hell, your eyes scrunched up. Jimmy looked at you with concern, his hand finding yours letting you squeeze it if you needed to. “You okay?”

You nodded your head. Once he was certain you really were fine he pushed in a little more. You squeezed his hand, breathing out to ground yourself. He stilled once he was almost all the way inside giving you time to adjust to him, peppering kisses all over your face to ease you. “Y-you can move, Jimmy.”

He pulled out slowly, shallowly then back in testing the waters. It still hurt but you weren’t going to let that stop you. His pace was slow, the tightness of your walls almost overwhelming him. The more he moved against you, the more enjoyable it became and slowly but surely the wince of pain turned into soft moans. It was like music to Jimmy’s ears. He picked up the pace just a little bit more, a groan slipping past his lips when you moved your own hips with his.

“You feel so good, dollface,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck, gently biting down. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this of all people.”

Your hands rested on his back, your body moving with each thrust. As your release grew closer, Jimmy felt your nails digging into his back. He let out a hiss, the feeling only bringing his own release closer. 

“Jimmy!” You gasped as he sped up, his hand moving to bring one of your legs to hook around his waist. His thrusts were becoming sloppy now, his own high on the horizon. Your body arched into his, walls clenching around him as you came, his name falling like a prayer from your lips.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” he grunted. The feeling of your body convulsing around him was enough to send him over the edge, burying himself inside you as he coated your walls with his release.

His body collapsed on top of you, the both of you sweaty and spent. All that echoed through the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to calm down. Jimmy’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, peppering light kisses there as your hand ran through his dark messy hair. Eventually, he lifted his head up to look at you with a lazy smile. “I meant it, y’know? When I said I was crazy about you. Have been since I met you. My life isn’t the greatest but you’re a sliver of hope in all the darkness. When I’m with you I feel…normal.”

“I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me, Jimmy Darling.”

“Alright, how’s forever then?”

tag list (ask to be added!): @juliamaximoff @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @xmidnight-rain @honeymoon8

[anxious-witch]

So part 2 of height/stance analysis in DBDA, this time we are going to look at Edwin.

Charles' version can be found here

So right off the bat, we can notice Edwin is a character who is the tallest in scenes most often. Or that he appeals taller, as we established in part 1 that Charles is tehnically taller.

But due to the way Edwin holds himself most of the time, all straight and rigid, he tends to loom over everyone. The camera also makes sure to be set up in a way that exaggerates his height even more.

Look here. Due to the positions of the characters and camera angle, it looks like Edwin is quite a bit taller than Charles is, to a point at Charles is fully lifting his chin to look him in the eye. Because Edwin tends to take the dominant role in most scenes. He is the composed one, with a plan and is seemingly above emotional turmoil we see Charles and Crystal go through relatively early on.

We see it especially in any emotional scenes that aren't directly effecting Edwin, or in some cases Charles. In this sweet scene where Crystal hugs him, their height difference is almost comical, especially with Edwin standing so stiffly and especiallywhen compared to Charles, who is clearly finding the moment sweet and is noticably in a position where he looks shorter.. And yes, I do think Edwin is fond of Crystal by this point, but that isn't the point here. Edwin constantly puts himself as above feelings, until they (quite literally at times) knock him down from his pedestal.

I will leave a more in-deth analysis on his dynamic with the Cat King and height/position for the next post because there is too much to say but I will say that anytime that the bracelet is brought up, Edwin is suddenly on the level of the characters.

Which is so clever given the bracelet represents his homosexuality. Edwin considers it shameful and hides it, so when it's brough up, he immediately feels like he is on the same level or smaller than the person he is interacting with, which is usually Charles.

Especially here, when Edwin admits that the reason he had been so agitated is because it's his fault they are stuck in Port Townsend. He shows off the bracelet briefly and then we get the above shot. Charles closer to the camera, appearing bigger than Edwin, because Edwin feels small. He doesn't have his usual superiority and he is aware he got into that position because of his desire for the Cat King.

But, I'll get into that more in another analysis. For now, let's focus on other times when Edwin appears uncharacteristically smaller or equal to other characters.

In a scene where Crystal and Edwin decide to work together and discover a secret room in the Devlin's house, we get this shot where I believe they are on the same level for the first time. In the scenes before, Edwin looms over her, especially in the scene where she loses her temper and yells at him. Because Edwin considers himself above such emotional displays. Which is funny, given he jas a tantrum of the same kind immediately after. And what happens then?

That's right. The camera pans it that way that Edwin is, not only in the exact position Crystal was, but also he is once again seen as smaller than Charles, due to the fact he is giving in to his emotional response. I would also like to point out that, unlike Charles, who takes on the being smaller position when he feels helpless, Edwin seems to continually do so when he feels out of control. Not even so much by the actions of other characters, but when he feels his own perfectly poised persona of rationality slipping.

In a scene where he and Crystal encounter a Misery Wraight, he cowers behind her. In fact, at any point that dangers from Hell are encountered, Edwin is at his weakest, and so at his smallest too. In Hell, when Charles finds him, he is literally curled up on the floor, at the lowest we see him.

But even here, I think it was such a clever move to make him cower behind Crystal. Crystal, who he thought was beneath him due to her emotional reactions over David, now standing between him and the danger.

I won't touch that much upon his rs with Charles bc I did so in Charles' analysis, but one other instance that I can recall where Edwin is (sort of) on equal ground with someone is with Monty.

When Monty gifts him analysis of his natal chart and he explains it to him, we see Edwin leaning down, doing his best to get on Monty's level despite their height difference. If Edwin respects one thing that's knowledge. And Monty offers it freely. Moreso he is offering knowledge directly related to Edwin himself, and while Edwin might be skeptical on astrology, he is certainly interested after Monty guessed his sign correctly. This kind of dynamic continues up until their kiss. But in the forest, it changes again.

We get quite a few shots of Edwin being much closer to the camera while he leaves Monty in the background. This tells us several things. First of, naturally, that Edwin is the one with emotional leverage here, because Monty is feeling hesrtbroken and rejected, almost as if Edwin is leaving him behind, now that he got all he needed out of their friendship/relationship, aka a confirmation of his feelings for Charles. And second thing is that, of course Monty is plotting behind Edwin's back, which we know he is! They are in the forest in the first place because of that! It isn't until Edwin apologizes to Monty for appearing as if he didn't care and insisting he is his friend that we get them on a more equal ground. But then the Cat King comes along and....yeah. We'll leave that for the next part but in short, things change quickly.

Now, let's talk about Hell. In Hell, we see Edwin at his lowest on several ocasions, covering, hiding and running from Dollheaded Spider. The biggest difference we see between him and Charles is when Charles finds him and he is stabsing upright with a lantern, while Edwin is curled up on the floor. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let's back up a bit and go to his scene with Simon.

Throughout the entire scene, Edwin is back to his dominant position, where he looms over Simon. First standing and then kneeling down, but he is still taller. If I am not mistaken, he is actually standing up in their inital interaction, when is about to enjoy Simon's suffering, up until he meets despair and realizes he'd be gloating over someone else's pain.

Then we get to the above picture and GOD, what a powerful moment. Edwin is still very much in power and I'd argue that he in a way, shows off all the things he has learned, mainly the fact that being queer doesn't mean being sinful, or wrong or that he deserves to suffer for it.

But the important thing is, despite him being the one that holds the power here, since Simon is practically begging for his forgivness and understanding, is that Edwin is reaching down to him. In fact, someone pointed out that this scene directly parallels the scene where Charles craddles Edwin's face in the same way when he finds him(I am so sorry, I can't find that post rn, if it's you, please tell me so I can credit you).

But that proves the point that it's Edwin reaching out to Simon. Throughout the season, Edwin has slowly learned that emotions aren't all bad. That feeling emotions and being a bit out of control doesn't make you weak. He shows it here by reaching to Simon and quite literally pulling him out of despair.

One more instance I want to touch upon is when Lust briefly grabs Edwin and attempts to pull him down, representing his still somewhat lingering shame about his desires. But then Charles pulls him up from it, reaffirming that feelings however he feels, and yes that includes lust, isn't wrong. That feelings aren't wrong and don't make him weak.

And then we get to Edwin's confession immediately after, which I already analyzed in part one. But yeah, what do you guys think? Please feel free to add anything I forgot(very likely, damn you 10 picture limit), and just your general thoughts.

[echantedtoon]

Good evening Grande Starbucks Frappe!! ✨✨

This is oddly specific so feel free to not take all the details into account and creative freedom and all that but perhaps Genya x Reader where Sanemi terrified our ass at the beginning of the year and now reader is scared of both Shinazugawa brothers despite Genya harbouring a crush? Just thought it'd be funny to see him despairing and demanding why Sanemi had to ruin his chances so badly-

ANYWAYS CONGRATS AGAIN ON YOUR 500 IM SORRY IT'S SO SPECIFIC HAVE A NICE NIGHT

Firstly THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY! 😭 Secondly sure. @six-eyed-samurai

This is written as a female s/o since it's easier for me to write I hope that's ok. For this Genya and reader are both 18 in their senior year so slightly aged up Genya and Co.

-You were the newest student in Kimetsu Academy, just transferred over from another school when your parents moved you closer to your father's workplace. You weren't too nervous. Some of your friends went to the school so it's not like you wouldn't go in not knowing anyone. However your first day was anything but a good start.

-First you were really late because your mom's car got a flat tire on the way to driving you there. Then you dropped your coin purse containing your lunch money outside while you were rushing into the school. A teacher happened to have noticed that you dropped it but you didn't hear him calling out to you. Then you got laughed at when you busted into the chemistry class (which was the first class you had) and got both laughed at by a lot of the other students and chewed out by Professor Obanai for being late to his class. Then when lunch came around you had to sit down and go hungry except for some spare things given by your friends because you didn't have money or brought your own lunch. Just when you think it couldn't get any worse too-

-Sanemi, the scariest teacher in the entire School even more than Professor Obanai, had just roughly pushed the door to the cafeteria open and his narrowed eyes scanning the area until they lasered focused on you. "HEY YOU!" The entire place silences immediately terrified at the sounds of the scary man's voice. "NEW GIRL!!" You feel yourself freeze up on the spot as the heavily scarred man comes marching up towards you looming over your terrified form before a cute teddy bear themed coin purse is roughly pushed into your shaking hands. "I've been trying to fucking track you down all day! Don't forget your purse outside again!"

-Its cannon in Kimetsu Gauken that Sanemi likes kids and respects women but most are scared by his appearance and honestly sometimes he comes off as scary without meaning too. Sanemi honestly wasn't trying to scare you, he was genuinely just trying to return your purse to you but he wasn't socially aware enough to realize that calling out a trembling girl in the middle of everyone and looming over her scared you so much that you became very scared of your new math teacher.

-It was around the second week you were there that you learnt one of your fellow students was the younger brother of the scary teacher. From the first day forward whenever you had math class you kept your head down and very quiet to avoid him singling you out but today was study day before a big test so everyone was partnered up. "Kanao get with Inosuke! Kamado's with the blonde kid!  New girl go get with my brother! All of you take turns asking questions with these flashcards! All of this will be on the test tomorrow so PAY THE HELL ATTENTION AND STUDY!"

-Your pupils shrank in fear and a rock fell in your stomach. Brother? Mr. Sanemi had a BROTHER?! As soon as Genya sat down in front of you holding the flashcards for your shared study session, you knew without a doubt they were related. Their faces were similar shaped especially their eyes, and like a brother he also had scars on his body although a lot less than Sanemi did. As soon as Genya saw your big doe eyes all shiny and pretty looking up at him, the baby boy was smitten.

-He's had crushes before. He's had fleeting crushes on both his friends Aoi and Kanao before they gotten into relationships with his other guy friends and when he was younger he always thought Ms. Kanao was the prettiest girl ever, but after seeing you he gained the biggest crush in his life that it felt like Cupid smashed his head with a mallet of love.

-It then started a cycle between you two. He started to try and approach you. "Hey! New girl!" You freaked out by the sudden repeating appearance from him. It was bad enough the teacher seemed to be annoyed with you but did his brother have to harass you too?! You kept running away from him or had your friends block his way to you until he left or you escaped. He was hurt you seemed to be so scared of him and for the longest time didn't have the foggiest idea why. He tried getting Tanjiro's help in convincing you to hang out with him in a group setting to see if maybe he could ease your worries by having other people around but you always asked if Genya would be there and Tanjiro...Well he's an awful liar so even if he said no you knew otherwise and declined. 

-Then one day while reading it hits him. Your very first day the week prior to meeting Genya. Sanemi returned your purse and you seemed terrified of him. I'm turn it must've made you genuinely afraid of him as well. That day when Genya gets home he literally kicks down the doorway startling his mother, Sanemi, and their younger siblings with his anger. "SANEMI WHAT THE FUCK?!"

[tacitoru]

Satoru had quickly gotten sick of being referred to by his given name. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it - his childhood years in the States had desensitized the shock and indignation at such familiarity right out of him. It was times like after a game, when everybody wanted to chatshit and talk his ear off, or during a press stop, when interviewers led with questions that fueled their preexisting assumptions - it was times like those  when he yearned for the staunch politeness of the Japanese language. Longed for the way you could innately  keep people at arms length and save face at the same time. That was a luxury he hadn’t realized he had until recently.

Now though, he loves the way his name sounds out of your mouth. Obsessed with it, actually. That, and the punchy little gasp you make every time he slips his cock inside you, never gets old. Satoru cherishes it even more now that you’ve spent so much time apart. It’s been five long years since he’s seen you - you, corporeal, in the flesh and solid beneath his fingertips that itch for their rightful place on your skin each time you pop up in the occasional news article or an errant gossip column. 

There was a time, in what seems like a lifetime ago, when you would call out for him in soft, demure tones. Sometimes he misses that immiscible mixture of fear and awe in your voice. Sweet little college student you who trailed after him on hand and foot until he effectively destroyed the pedestal you put him on with both hands. Listening to you now though, the venom laced through each syllable of his name sounds just as sweet as the former - at the very least, you’re saying it.

“Satoru,” you implore, breathless, like using his first name for the first time in years physically takes the wind out of you. That, and you’re still trying to pry off the hand braced against your lower abdomen, only managing to bend his thumb and pinky back with both hands. He can feel the way your stomach expands and contracts beneath his palm with each deep breath you take. “I’m being serious, this isn’t fucking funny.”

“Neither are my feelings,” he pouts, pressing down, adding pressure. 

You lock up against the wall of the bathroom stall, silently praying you could morph through the material. The broad expanse of his shoulders and the wide stance of his legs trap you from wiggling too far out of his hold. You avoid eye contact in favor of glaring at the closed toilet lid even as he looms over you, leers down at you. Tell-tale bubbles roll through your stomach. “What happened to a truce?” you ask weakly.

“I got impatient,” he shrugs like he’s talking about a change in the weather and not a last-minute decision to hold you hostage in the bathroom at a friend’s wedding rehearsal. “Besides, isn’t that the best part of being a guest at a wedding? Fucking the other guests?”

You’ve got half a mind to roll your eyes until your captor’s hand on your stomach presses more insistently. “I am not fucking you at Utahime’s wedding.”

“So after the wedding?” he hums, scratching his chin with his free hand. “Technically this is the wedding rehearsal so we could consider this practice for the real thing if you want -,”

“- Satoru -! “

“What? I won’t even put it in all the way, I swear. I’m halfway there just being this close to you again if we’re being honest. Really, I thought I could hold it together at least for tonight, but then the way you were talking to me outside, just - wow, I chubbed up a little when you called me Gojo-san-,”

“Oh, no, fuck!” your groan is about as much as a warning as he gets when you suddenly lurch, keeling over his forearm to flip the toilet lid and wretch into the basin.

fic: pleaser

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

You know I might as well post this now...

Severe Miscalculation

Tw: misunderstanding (kinda), pretty intense descriptors of kissing and coupling. NSFW we having a literal roll in the hay!

Tag: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts @barn-anon @bispecsual @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams

Based on the slight discourse about 40k space marines in fandom vs Canon and if they experience...the desire for physical intimacy. And what happens when you mistakenly think the Majority of space marines don't have any interest in the stuff.

Edit! I've decided to connect this story to this other drabble I did. So if you'd like more context to the overarching story, here's the prequel.

I know it looks like I'm linking to the same story but I promise it Is a different drabble.

It was evening but not dark yet, the combined boon of daylight savings and a fresh spring rain making things humid, but not unbearably hot.

You wandered your neighbor's property in the normal fashion. Normal in such that your neighbor was absent, on a trip to visit her mother in another state.

And had left you, with the task of appearing twice a day to check on things and complete the few simple chores she had lying around. For a fair compensation mind you.

The tasks weren't even that hard, but it was more work on your already tight and physically taxing schedule.

As much as you appreciated your neighbor, you couldn't deny you'd been feeling the burnout recently, and not just from the weather bandying cheerfully back and forth between drenching rains and muggy, sweaty heat.

Honestly you needed a reset. Something to just Erase all that stress you'd been feeling. But given how tight your schedule had to be to just make ends meet, you doubted you'd get the chance to say...seek out a partner to help with such things.

Perhaps you should've look into getting something more mechanical in nature to help you.

Maybe throw a wink at the next random Noise Marine you saw. Unbonded ones supposedly had a proclivity for the naughty side of things.

Which made them an odd exception as Space Marines as a whole were thought to not have much sex drive. Or even be sex repulsed.

No shame to them. You often bounced between moments of desiring absolute carnality and vulnerability, then a few days later feeling like being touched would make you break out in hives.

"The wonders of the human mind~" You sighed with mock humor. Oh well, once you were done here you could go shower, curl up in your bed and hope your currently thrumming sexual frustration could shut the fuck up for a bit.

You strode through the open barn door.

CRASH!

"The FUCK!?"

"The FUCk!? The FuCK!? tTthHeEee FfUuucK!?!? -K-k-k!?!?"

An electronic parody of your own shriek came back to you, as the large looming shape with dark blue armor nearly doubled over, clearly finding your terror hilarious.

"FUCKING Dammit Khopesh!"

"FfFuUcCkKINg Da-Da-Da-DamMit KOoOopeSHhhhhh."

Normally you tolerated your neighbor's Nightlord, even found his shenanigans funny on occasion.

After all rolling with the punches or ignoring him generally made him lose interest. But you were hot, sweaty, tired and Not in the way you desperately wanted to be right now.

Honestly, you'd had preferred if he'd left with your neighbor on her trip, but...apparently he wasn't...quite bonded to her?

It was an odd situation, with your neighbors treating him more like an adopted son. And he...seemed to appreciate them too. Like genuinely, maybe he had a partial bond with both? Meaning when your neighbor left he preferred to stay with her husband and home as it needed defending?

It was sweet, but your care of your neighbors creatures had come LONG Before he arrived. And you sometimes felt like he pushed your buttons as a show of his resentment at your longer status is your neighbor's lives.

And the fact they still payed You to do the chores over trusting him with them.

You could understand some pettiness taking seed from that.

Maybe You could be petty back...

It Was said that Astartes, and Nightlords especially, could become overwhelmed when humans approached them too eagerly.

Hmm...

You straightened your back, took a deep breath as the big blue bastard was still modulating your voice at you, and Clearly enjoying it too much.

"Khopesh~" You cooed, the change in your voice catching his attention.

You, sauntered up to the big fella, putting a sway in your hips and calling on your still present sexual frustration to aid you in making this convincing.

"You know...that voice trick of yours is pretty nifty..." You stated, now close enough to touch him.

While mostly inscrutable behind his helmet, you could tell his demeanor had changed. He was standing mostly straight, looking down at you as you came closer, nearly touching but not quite.

"I'll even admit, you got me good with that scare..." You admitted, opening your mouth Just enough so he could see your tongue run over your teeth. "But...If you Really wanted to hear me Scream~ We could explore...other ideas..."

You smoothly undid the top button on your shirt, to emphasize your point.

'Your move Nightlord.' You thought, smiling smugly with your hands on your hips.

Khopesh responded by Not moving an inch. In fact, dare you say you thought him...

'Dumbfounded,' Not entirely the idea you wanted, him flusteredly retreating would've been Peak comedy to you. But this was fun too.

"Ah well...you don't seem interested?" You shrugged, still proud of yourself for rebuffing his childish prank. "It IS a rather abrupt thing to ask for, I don't blame you for chickening out." You assured with a mock sympathy.

You turned on your heel. One benefit to wearing jeans year round (the leg protection trumping the overheating) was the definition they gave your legs and...your other assets.

And by the throne you were putting that enticing sway back in your hips as you made your exit. You couldn't resist throwing one more light jab. "But, if you're ever interested in making me scream for real, just gimme a call-Oof!"

Well that was a shock. Your sauntering exit was interrupted by an arm clad in ceremite. And the Nightlord it was attached to must have moved at ungodly speed in order to block your path.

Well this was unexpected. "Uhh...what."

You were cut off by Khopesh's lowered arm coming up to firmly (but surprisingly gently) grasp your chin. As his other hand raised to the underside of his helmet.

Click, hiss

With a quick motion he removed his headgear, and dropped it without ceremony. Another surprise the back of your mind cataloged while the forefront was taken up with watching the way his midnight dark hair fell around his gaunt but handsome face.

And those eyes, those Eyes. Like pools of ink, disturbing but alluring all at once.

You'd seen his face before, but up close like this you're reminded of when you'd let his features be used in your private fantasys.

Especially his hair, touching it, stroking it, tugging it, brushing and washing it with the soft kind of intimacy your heart craved.

"Hmmm..." Khopesh took a deep satisfying inhale, as he smiled that wicked sharp toothed grin that drove you crazy.

"I can smell your thoughts..."

What.

Well again you were thrown off because your very literal coded mind could not understand what he meant by-

"They smell...mouthwatering~" He growled, wrapping his free arm around your torso and lifting you so you were nestled up against him, and one of his armored legs brushed right against your core.

The shiver that ran through you at the contact was not missed by either of you.

Ooooh...

Oh shit.

"I accept, your offer human..." Khopesh chuckled. "Unless you wish to...chicken out? As you said."

Oh. Oh that bitch.

You know what! Screw it! You were an adult, you were clean, you were on birth control, and you'd been flustered and frustrated for Far Too Long.

And this interdimensional level Bastard thinks he's going to get the best of you?

Fuck that noise.

You squared your shoulders, rose up (as best you could), grabbed the sides of Khopesh's face and planted a kiss right on his scarred, sharp tooth mouth.

His slight confusion over your shift was quickly forgotten as the Nightlord let out an absolutely Sinful sound as he shifted his own hands to pull you closer.

Your initiative payed off as you ran your tongue over the contours of his fangs, then sucked his upper lip between your own teeth. Giving it a light nip, before soothing with your tongue, and another kiss.

Khopesh was surprised by your boldness, excited by it too! But he wouldn't be outdone!

He used his shear size to over power, so he could explore your mouth the same way. Pulling back only slightly so he could nibble and suck at your lips before diving back in.

You caved for air first, of course you did, the bastard had three lungs and you only had two.

You panted for breath as a very smug Khopesh smiled before trailing his kisses up to your earlobe, and again marking and sucking spots that made you feel weak.

You should still answer with words, you thought, one of the few thoughts that could make it through your aroused haze at the moment. "I hope, you're nh! You're satisfied! With my answer...ah!"

The Nightlord chuckled, before replying. "I understand you Perfectly, my sweet little lullaby..." He hummed, before returning to his task of marking up your neck.

"But I don't think I will be Satisfied, for a while yet..."

You swallowed your nerves...because hot damn you don't think you've wanted anything more in your life!

"Bring it!"

...

"K-khopesh!" You plead as the Nightlord ravaged you, as he had been for the past two hours.

In hindsight, losing to him in the kissing stamina was probably the first sign of things to come. But your dumb horny brain had gotten you into this, and now you were pinned here.

Literally and figuratively.

He cackled, holding you up as he drove himself deep inside your sopping walls again and again. "Oooh, but my sweet little lullaby! I thought you wanted me to 'Bring It' I'm only doing as! you! asked!"

"Mm! Ulp! S-shut up!" You groaned as every thrust rocked your whole body, and though you were sore already you were still desperate for more.

"Awww...and here I thought you Liked my voice. I could smell your arousal every time you heard me speak after all~" He cooed, not losing rhythm despite his focus on taunting you. He lowered his face to your ear. "And every time you saw my face~ Your blushing, the scent of your wetness, it drove me to near madness!"

Wait he'd wanted you that much?

Khopesh continued unimpeded. "Not being able to touch you! To ravish you! To claim you! I- Mmm!"

The warmth you felt knowing he desired you compelled you to pull him into another kiss, wrapping your hand around his head and caressing his hair.

It was still carnal, but more than that it was filled with a tender sweetness. One that seemed to sooth the Nightlord's frenzy for a moment.

His movements slowed, and eventually stopped.

"Khopesh," You cooed, continuing to kiss him between words, playing and stroking his hair gently. It was a bit wiry, your fantasy of treating him to a hair spa day coming to mind.

But that was for later. There was something else on your mind right now. "Turn me around," You requested softly. "I want to hold you."

This seemed to take the Nightlord by surprise, but he acquiesced. Lifting you easily, before a different idea came to mind.

"Actually, could you lay back, I want to try something."

He was clearly still confused, "Very well,"

But if he got another kiss like the one you just gave him he'd do just about anything.

As he settled his back on the straw floor of the hay stall, you in turn settled above his hips. He kept one hand on you as you did so, partially to help with balance, and partially as reassurance that he could snag you easily should you leave again.

But your focus was clearly completely on Him, and oh did that send a shiver of delight through him. Almost as pleasurable as when you took him in hand and aligned him properly once more.

The stretch, the warmth, the closeness and even the slight sting as your Nightlord and you were once again joined.

You trembled with your own delight as you slid inch by inch and felt the warmth burrow deeper into your soft wetness. And the comfort and Pride you swelled with upon meeting your hips with his own.

But onto the main event. You began rotating your hips, sliding back and forth, never allowing him to slip completely from you. And of course squeezing with your inner muscles in a rhythm with your movements.

Khopesh groaned as the pleasure of coupling returned. He'd been staving off his own end to pleasure you, but laid back like this, seeing you not just accept him but Eagerly take part in this act. He found himself growing close.

"Mm, hmm! I, quite enjoy, this...something." He struggled to find the words, and struggled as he wanted You to reach one more peak before he did.

You chuckled at that, a genuine thing that actually made Khopesh blush. "I'M! G-glad! I wouldn't m-mind doing this with you...again."

Again? A bit of Khopesh's wicked grin came back. He gripped to his lullaby's hips and began picking up that savage pace from before.

"K-khopesh! Ah!" You yelped feeling your next peak approaching fast as he hammered your throbbing core.

"I! Have No! INTENTION! Of letting you slip away! My sweet Lullaby~" He growled as he finally let his full desire reach its peak!

"You! Are! Mine!" He hissed bringing his arms around your form and pulling you into a nearly suffocating embrace as he felt the incredible buildup finally release.

"Khope-aAaaahhh-!" You trembled as that bursting firework of tension finally crescendo ed for you as well. Leaving you trembling and clenching as Khopesh let his milky warmth fill you.

"Mine!.. mine...mine...min..e," He panted, his pace slowly reducing as he rode out those Wonderful aftershocks inside you, letting you both share in the pleasure as it faded.

You remained like that for a bit. Sticky, hot, tired, sweaty, but Satisfied. Just bringing your breathing back to normal and feeling the burn in your muscles the arousal had kept at bay.

You glanced at the Nightlord, not nearly as winded as you, but he had worked up a sweat, and his beautiful dark hair was tangled with stray bits of hay.

It was a comedic sight.

Khopesh found himself stirred by another of your adorable giggles, though he was confused by its source.

His confused face just made him look Cuter. But you stifled your laughter so you could explain.

"You've ah...you've got some barn glitter up here." You reached up to his dark hair and gently removed some to show him.

Khopesh actually snorted and grumbled, pawing at the other pieces to remove them. Again you found yourself amused.

"Here, let me help you." You offered sweetly.

You used your smaller hands and delicate touch to remove what pieces you could, and as you did Khopesh stared at your cute face that was set in a positive, but focused expression.

Your seriousness at such a simple task was endearing.

He wanted to keep you So Badly.

"Done," You stated cheerfully. "Well as much as I can, I think your hair will need a wash to get the smallest stuff out." You recommended. "I'll probably need a wash myself."

You were probably correct, though part of him loathed the idea of letting you go.

"I guess...since we both need one...we could shower together at my place...you know, to save water?" You gave him a wink.

Now it was his turn for his more literal thoughts to misunderstand. Would showering together reduce the amount of water needed for them to wash that drastically-

"Op! Looks like I missed a bit of barn glitter."

"What? Where?"

"Mwah!" You kissed him on the very tip of his slightly crooked nose.

Oh

OOOOOOH!

Ooooh~

He smiled that wicked smile, and he saw your blush erupt once more as you realized he understood your intention.

He Loved your boldness.

He was Definitely keeping you.

Edit: Hey this has a sequel now! Found here!

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (21 Jun 2024)

I started off the week with some funny ones, then ended the week with a binge of snae_b stories.

post-professional endeavors (9K; Rated T) by @forineffablereasons

Three outsider POVs from a real estate agent, a contractor, and an interior designer as they help two very strange man-shaped beings buy and furnish a lovely South Downs home. I love stories where others have to deal with our two Ineffables. And they are definitely dealing with them. I think the real estate agent lived with a permanent headache for two months.

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A Special Place In Hell (50K; Rated T) by @mirach and @hotcrosspigeon

Sometimes you stumble upon a story you can't believe you hadn't heard of before and has such a unique idea you're immediately entranced.

After Adam shifted reality, Satan disappeared, and the title of King of Hell was given to the nearest immortal. Which happens to be a certain angel.

This is the story of Aziraphale becoming the new King of Hell (while still being an angel). There are plenty of light and amusing moments in this story, but you'll find yourself cheering him on as he works to gain the loyalty of Hell's demonic forces.

I wish this was part of a series, because I could definitely read more.

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For Loving One (64K; Rated E) by @thescholarlystrumpet

Human AU. Set in 1944 in a small town in England. This one is quiet and angsty as Aziraphale has to overcome his own internal homophobia and religious trauma to find happiness with the parish's new caretaker.

Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

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Fancy Patter On The Telephone (18K; Rated G) by @hotcrosspigeon

Set during lockdown, this fun and funny story is told completely through dialogue, mostly through phone conversations between the two.

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Libraries and Love Spells (35K; Rated T) by @silvormoon

Fantasy AU. Here's a recently completed, almost-zero angst love story set in a fictional world of sorcerers and kings that I stumbled upon while searching the "fake marriage" tag. It deserves more kudos than it has, because it's simply lovely.

It's not easy being a capital-G Good King, and Aziraphale is sick of it. All he wants is to hide in his library and read all day. That's why he's arranged with an "evil" sorcerer by the name of Crowley to pretend to be under a love spell so they can get married and Crowley can take over the kingdom. That is, of course, the kind of plan that will definitely not have any complications whatsoever...

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And everything after this is by snae_b. I've just started a fourth one that will probably be on next week's list. They're fantastic with the plot-heavy, genre human AUs. Edited to add author's tumblr: @snae-b.

Echo (52K; Rated E)

Coffee Shop AU. When I saw this story mentioned here, the person suggested going into it without knowing anything about the plot, and having read it, I have to agree. There's nothing I could really say about this that wouldn't be a spoiler, but I can say it's not simply a coffee shop AU.

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The Beginning and the End (45K; Rated E)

Post-apocalyptic omegaverse AU. It's the end of the world and neighbors (omega) Aziraphale and (alpha) Crowley can't depend on anyone but themselves as they flee to safety.

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Lunacy (57K; Rated E)

When I read Echo, I thought, Wow, what a great story. And then I read The Beginning and the End, and I thought, Wow, what a great story. Then I read Lunacy, and I thought, Holy shit, this is one of the best stories I've read this year.

This is a human AU set far in the future. Crowley is the crew chief of a mining operation on Styx, one of Pluto's satellites. Aziraphale is a geologist who is there to monitor the structural integrity of the tiny moon. This story is pure psychological horror. Something strange is happening, and it's a race against the clock to escape before it gets them. My heart was racing nearly every moment.

The quieter moments happen in flashbacks, because they've been on the moon for a year already and were already in a FWB relationship when the story starts. Of course, it being Aziraphale and Crowley, we all know that FWB means they're deeply, madly in love with one another. There's some lovely NSFW art embedded with this story.

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

Minato hadn’t meant to stay out so late tonight, but talking with Bebe makes it so easy to lose track of time. He looks down at his little carryout box of dorayaki, scraping his thumbnail against one of the cardboard edges. It’s funny– he’s always been kind of indifferent about azuki beans, but something about Bebe’s enthusiasm for them has given him a new appreciation for their flavor, their texture, their color. It all seems– like more than it used to. More intense, more appealing, more interesting. 

Bebe’s enthusiasm has that effect for a lot of things that Minato has never noticed or had written off. He wonders if they truly can figure something out so that his friend can stay in Japan, surrounded by things that make him radiate that infectious happiness. 

Even as he turns various possibilities in his mind like rocks in a tumbler, he knows that tonight his focus really should be on Tartarus. They’ve been shirking that duty for a while now, but now that Aragaki is awake again, Minato is itching to get back into the fray. 

This is the last lap, after all. Just one more battle looms ahead of them, one last sprint. They have to make sure they’re ready– they’ve come too far, overcome too much just to trip right before crossing the finish line because they hadn’t prepared enough.

“You’re certain?” 

Mitsuru’s voice jolts Minato out of his thoughts so sharply that he can practically hear the record needle scratch. He looks up, blinking, to see her gathered with Sanada and Fuuka near the bulletin board. 

He has no idea what it is about that particular spot, but his attention seems to skip over it at first every time he comes into the dorm. The number of times he’s combed through the upstairs hallways looking for someone only to return to the ground floor and immediately find them in the vicinity of the bulletin board– where it turns out they had been standing the entire time– is embarrassing. 

“Mhm,” Fuuka nods, her hands folded thoughtfully over her heart. “It just sort of…happened. It wasn’t flashy or dramatic, it all just felt…totally natural. It felt like– like growing into something, all at once. I hope that makes sense. Is that…a weird way to put it?” 

“I don’t think so,” Sanada shakes his head. “That’s how it felt for me too, with Cincinnatus.”

“You too, Sanada-senpai? I thought so, but I didn’t want to be intrusive.”

“Yeah. Me and Shinji both.”

“When did it happen for Aragaki-senpai?”

“Two days ago, same time as mine. We… hashed a few things out–” So they had fought, Minato surmises. ”And made a deal together.”

It’s easy enough to make an educated guess as to what they’re talking about. He thinks it’s cool, honestly, that even with access to the Velvet Room and all of its secrets, there’s still so much that he doesn’t know about Personas. Something like that just feels like it ought to be full of mysteries. 

He has a hard time imagining changing enough himself that Orpheus would change too, but then– that probably doesn’t apply to him, anyway. He already changes his Personas all the time. 

He has the brief vision of Orpheus turning back into that weird, shrieking specter with its halo of coffins. That hadn’t been anything like the others had described their second awakenings– more like a wasp tearing its way out of a used-up caterpillar.

On second thought, he’d rather not wander down that particular memory lane. Minato takes the recollection and all the questions that come with it– because he still has no idea what that had been– and buries all of it as deeply as he can. The less he thinks about it, the better.

He forces his attention away from that… unpleasantness, and back to his teammates’ discussion.

“Incredible…” Mitsuru murmurs. “To go more than a decade only being able to speculate on the possibility, and then see four second awakenings in such a short amount of time…”

“Well,” Sanada says with a wry little half-smile. “A lot’s happened recently.” 

Understatement of the century in Minato’s opinion. Mitsuru chuckles, seeming to have a similar thought. “Yes, I suppose it’s no more unprecedented than anything else we’ve experienced in the past six months.”

Fuuka is the one who finally notices Minato loitering around and eavesdropping. She smiles when they make eye contact. “Oh, Leader! Welcome back!”

His senpais turn to look at him. Sanada regards him warmly, and Mitsuru smiles as she brushes her hair off her shoulder. “There you are, Arisato. I’m glad you’re here.” 

Minato tilts his head and Mitsuru takes this as her cue. “I wanted to thank you. Aragaki passed along his re-enrollment form yesterday,” she continues. “Even after everything that Akihiko and I tried, it was you who ultimately convinced him. So…thank you for that. For reminding him of the promise we made. I truly appreciate it.” 

“Same here,” Sanada adds. “I think it needed to be someone other than us to give him that kick in the ass.”

“Yes, perhaps that is a more succinct way of putting it,” Mitsuru says, her voice tinged rosy with fond amusement.

“No problem,” Minato says. Sanada was right– sometimes knowing a person too well can have its drawbacks. A neutral party was definitely needed here. Sort of neutral. Neutral-ish. 

Able to invoke plausible deniability about not being not-exactly-neutral.

“Next time you visit, he’ll probably moan about all the make-up work he has to get done,” Sanada laughs. “But don’t let him fool you. He didn’t have any trouble at all getting back into the swing of it. I think he’s glad to have something to keep him from getting bored during the day too. 

“And hey–” A grin sprawls out onto Sanada’s face, light and easy, unshadowed. “We’ve got that school trip next month, right? Depending on how his make-up testing and rehab go, Shinji should hopefully be back by then! He’ll be able to come with us.” 

“Really?” Fuuka brightens, briefly popping up to stand on the balls of her feet. “That’s wonderful! It’ll be so much more fun if all of us can go!”

Something that could probably count as a smile works its way onto Minato’s face. The school trip had genuinely slipped his mind. It’s a gentle reminder that things are starting to look up– one he thinks the whole team sorely needs. A lighthouse beacon marking the normal life waiting for them on the other side of this full moon. 

Aragaki probably won’t be well enough to join them in time for the final battle, but that’s fine. He’ll be there to join them in celebrating their hard-won peace when he’s able to come home. 

“It will,” Mitsuru agrees, smiling serenely. “It sounds fantastique. But before then, we have a war to win. On that note…” She turns to regard Minato, suddenly all business. “Shall we head to Tartarus tonight?”

Minato nods. “Yeah. We’re behind,” he says. 

Sanada looks delighted, his grin widening as he slams his fist into his open palm. Fuuka nods in understanding. 

“Alright,” she says. “I’ll make sure everyone knows.”

[noorpersona]

Photographs (Tsukishima x Reader Pt. 1)

You had been accepted to do a foreign exchange student program in Japan. For the rest of your high school career, you would be living in a completely different country and culture, filled with people with different mannerisms from you.

And you couldn’t be more thrilled.

From a young age you had been studying the country, its culture, and their language. Reading, writing, and speaking for hours on end ever since you were nine. It simply enthralled you, for no particular reason. While it’ll never be the most useful language, you didn’t care. You found beauty in it, and it made you happy.

So, when you found an opportunity at your local high school to travel to the country you always wanted to, you jumped at the chance. Your parents were a little hesitant at first, not exactly keen to the thought of their child leaving for a huge majority of the year, but, to your honest surprise, you had managed to convince them after few weeks of begging. The easy part was getting accepted; Since you spoke the language at a high level, they couldn’t have found a better candidate. All that was left was the paperwork and the preparations necessary.

Which only took a whole year.

To say you were impatient was a bit of an understatement, but once you had completed your first year at your local high school, they had given you the exciting news that next year you would be attending Karasuno High school in Miyagi. You were so ecstatic that the next couple of weeks flew by and soon you were on the plane heading to your greatest dream true.

When you got off the plane, you were greeted by your host family that you would be staying with for the rest of the program. It was quite a small family, with a single mother and two brothers. Not that you had minded. The mother and the oldest son, Akiteru, his name was, seemed quite nice actually, both exhibiting a friendly and pleasant aura. They were comforting to talk to and had settled any kind of nerves you had mustered on the plane.

You wish you could same about the other one.

The other boy, Kei, who was your age and was going to be going to the same school as you, seemed extremely cold and distant. He hadn’t even said hello, but just looked at you funny. As if you were already somehow an inconvenience to him. He also was extremely intimidating, with not only his lackluster enthusiasm, but his almost 6’3 stature. He seemed to loom over you, eyes screaming distaste and annoyance. When egged on by his brother to ‘loosen up’, he had uttered the most exhausted greeting, not bothering to listen to yours before turning to leave to the baggage area. Flipping his headphones to his ears and leaving any sort of social opportunity to get to know you.

If it weren’t for the physical similarities, you wouldn’t even think he was related to the other two. Definitely a black sheep if you’ve ever seen one.

But nevertheless, you wouldn’t let him ruin your experience. He was a speed bump at most, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you.

That was your initial mindset. And while he certainly didn’t stop you, he did manage to make it all kinds of shitty.

During the first month of you living with his family, Kei hadn’t said a single word to you. He was always in his room and acted like he didn’t even know you existed. The only time you’d ever see him, was during dinner. And even then, he acted like he didn’t know you, not saying a single word as he quickly ate everything and marched right back up to his room.

Now, you didn’t mind if someone didn’t like you. You weren’t a child; You knew that not everyone gets along. But it seemed liked he hated you for simply existing; without even giving you a chance. And it frustrated you. Yet, you couldn’t figure out why it bothered you as much as it did.

You didn’t even know him, and still, it was one of the most infuriating things you’ve ever experienced.

Over the course of the days, (That felt more like months) you had reasoned that why it angered you so much was that it almost always was you and him alone together in the house. You had learned later on that Akiteru was a college student, so he rented a small apartment and only visited for the holidays, and that their mother’s job required her to often have full time shifts to support you all securely.

You figured that you were just insulted that you were the only option in this empty, silent house, and Kei still chose to not speak to you; opting to be left in virtual loneliness.

But you wouldn’t dare admit that it hurt you more than it should’ve.

To add on to the list of problems, since school wouldn’t start for another two weeks, you were basically stuck with yourself. Which got boring really quickly, but manageable, nonetheless.

You moved on and acted as though you weren’t bothered; Simply figuring that if Kei was that much of a prick that didn’t want to speak with you it was his loss and your gain. School started, and the first term flew by. Not being cooped up in a house with someone that seemed to hate your guts proved useful to you, making some decent friends by the end of it, and soon the second term had started.

To your surprise, during those months he did start talking to you, but in classic asshole fashion, it was only to annoy you.

(Maybe it was the fact that he saw you thriving, but it’s not like he’ll ever admit it).

Apparently, the man had the frustrating abilities to make fun of anything he put his mind to. To your dismay, this meant your clothes, the way you talked (Heaven forbid you mess something up in Japanese), your looks, your friends, and countless other little things.

It seemed that misery really did enjoy company, since Kei clearly couldn’t stand the thought of you being happy, for some inexplicable reason.

Each and every comment had started to pile up inside you, and with each new one, your patience grew thinner and thinner for the tall blonde boy.

You had tried to let the little things go, since you could clearly tell that Kei was one of those people who loved getting a reaction out of others. Countless adults from speeches, presentations and logic said that if you showed you didn’t care, he would stop.

But he didn’t. In fact, it made him all the more relentless.

He’d constantly torment you, no matter what you did. You found that whether or not you ignored him was irrelevant. So, if it didn’t matter, you realized that at least you didn’t have to take his shit sitting down.

If he wanted to play mean, you could play mean.

You slowly started fighting back, and that only caused him to fight back harder. He seemed to like a challenge and boy did you hate to lose. It went on like this for some time, your ‘relationship’ only growing more and more tense all the while filling with more annoyance and hatred for the other person. You enjoyed watching him reel back for a second, seeing him process if what you said was correct at first, but it had started to get exhausting extremely quickly.

It got to the point where all you wanted now was for him to stop. Not have anything else to say. Not have the last word in an argument. To say something and have him be silent. To see with your own eyes, him flustered and struggle to form words in anger and embarrassment. Just one time would make you satisfied. To give him a taste of his own medicine, and you would die happy with your life choices.

You were snapped out of your daydreaming when your history teacher stated he had just assigned a partnered task. To create a presentation about an influential moment in Japanese history. You have to stop a groan of pain from escaping your throat. It was just your luck. Although you’ve never loved the concept of group work, with too many bad experiences in group projects, to add on to the shitlist, this was the one class that you had no friends in. So, in torment, you had to watch the excited students go to their chosen partners desk and wait until the teacher had to pick a partner for you from the scraps of the useless souls left behind.

At least until Kei had walked up to your desk.

You blink. You had forgotten he was in this class; you never paid him any mind in school, with him only talking to you to try and annoy you and all. You whistle lowly.

“What a surprise. I don’t remember summoning a minion of the Antichrist.” Your tone is dry, not even having to look to know that Kei is rolling his eyes.

“And I don’t remember asking to have you in my house. Things happen.” You scoff.

“What do you want, Tsukki?” You coo, using a mocking tone. After you found out that Kei had a friend, and accepted the reality that someone out there genuinely wanted to be his friend, used that nickname, you refused to let it go. You were quite happy with the way he reacted to it. He glares at you hard, and you only smile. He lets it go after a moment, and you watch is distaste as his face returns to the calm and indifferent expression that you’ve come to despise.

“Let’s work together.” He said simply. There’s a beat of silence as you process the words.

You.

And Kei.

Working together… On a project that would require a lot of time… Hours, even days…

…

Yeah, that isn’t happening.

You didn’t have to say anything, just with the quirk of a brow, you showed your hesitation. Or more like ‘Even if Hell freezes over, or if pigs fly, I still wouldn’t say yes’. He just tsked, as if you were a toddler not getting a simple concept. You felt your nails dig into your palms.

How did he always manage to get on your nerves so easily?

“We already live in the same house. It would be easier than trying to meet up with others.” Kei spelled it out for you, and you look away. Unfortunately, he did have a point. And even more so, Kei wasn’t an idiot. Sure, he acted like a complete jackass, but he did have good grades. Better than yours at least. And you needed to do well on this assignment too. You sigh, not seeing any real reason to say no.

But you weren’t going down without a fight.

“Guess you really favour convenience over your asshole ways.” You click your tongue as the bell’s rings, signalling that the period is over. His reaction is cut off by that sound. You sigh heavily, before giving in.

“Alright.” He nods and goes back to his seat to collect his stuff. He walks away you feel a pit start to form in your stomach.

Suddenly you don’t want to go home.

~~

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly enough, with you and Kei having different classes, the project had flown out of your mind. It was a Friday, so you had planned to walk home with your friends, and maybe get some food on the way. It would be a nice way to unwind and relax from a stressful week.

Key word *planned. *

Just as school was over you received a text from yours truly.

Are you going straight home?

You raise a brow at your phone. What did it matter to him?

No. I’m hanging out with some friends.

Which ones?

Does it matter?

**Not anymore. Stay until I’m done practice. **

You stop to stare. He’s never asked you to stay before. He’s actually quite quick to push you anyway when it came to his practice. Not that you minded.

Why?

**It’s important. **

Care to explain?

**Just wait until after practice. **

Kei, I have plans.

Kei?

You let out a frustrated grunt, trying to decide what to do. About ninety percent of you wanted to forget that Kei ever existed and go out anyway, but the other ten percent is nagging you with the fact that he said it was important. It could be anything, and it could be serious. Ultimately, you gave into that ten percent, with a curse to your conscience and a grit of your teeth you cancelled your plans with your friends and went to sit in the library.

For the next five hours.

You were pretty sure that your soul had left your body when Kei finally texted you.

Where are you?

Library

You saw outside the doors, so you finally got up and went to him, your mind going insane over what could be so important that you wasted your precious Friday. But he doesn’t say anything, only looking to you and walking to the entrance of the school to begin to walk home. You recoil with an extremely confused expression, having to jog to reach him. He doesn’t say anything as you catch up to him. You clear your throat. He turns to look at you, raising a brow.

“What?” You give him a look of disbelief.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You made me miss my plans for something ‘important’. I’d like to know what it is.” You finish, hands on your hips. Kei simply looks you up and down, like he’s measuring you. You can feel your blood pressure start to raise.

“We need to work on our project. Let’s work on it after dinner.” If this was a cartoon, your jaw would’ve hit the floor, then maybe there would be steam coming out of your ears.

This bastard just kept surprising you. It’s like he wanted to find new levels of low. You couldn’t even believe he just did that. How could someone be so petty?

“Are you fucking serious?! I had to stay afterschool for five hours so you could tell me something that fucking stupid?!” You could barely think straight, not even having the mental capacity to come up with something witty. Kei rolls his shoulders, causally stretching while you’re about to combust, lazy smirk adorning his face. You’ve never wanted to slap a smile off more…

“You didn’t have to stay.” You almost choke.

“You said-”

“Exactly. ‘Said’. I never forced you to do anything. You could’ve left at anytime.” You let out a lot of strained sounds. What kind of argument was that? Couldn’t he just for once, let go of his pride and accept he was an all-around asshole? You saw red.

“You know what? I’ve seen a lot of shit in my day, but you are the most immature, petty-” Kei cuts you off.

“Anything new to say? I’ve heard it all before, trust me.” You practically growl. You see him smile even wider out of the corner of you eye. This was what he wanted. Remember, all he wants is a reaction. That thought calms you down considerably. You take a huge, tired sigh, all of your previous energy gone. He was like a parasite, you realized. He completely drained your being. Not to mention annoying as fuck.

“What Yamaguchi sees in you; I’ll never know.” Kei shrugs. “Heard that one too.” Kei slips on his headphones, clearly seeing that you’re not going to be entertaining him anytime soon.

One of these days, you’ll get him back. Just be patient.

The rest of your walk was spent daydreaming about that day.

~~

Kei had told you to meet up in his room to start working on the project, so after a silent fuming dinner, you had reasonably calmed down enough and gotten the necessary supplies and knocked on his door. You seriously considered barging in to tell him to fuck himself and the project, but your grade average was at stake, and your schoolwork was something you could never risk over some stupid boy. You decided to bite the bullet, taking a deep breath, and attempt to let all of your previous irritation wash over you as he calls through the door.

“Come in.” You open the door to his room and take a look around. To no one’s shock, you had never actually been in Kei’s room before, not really needing or wanting a reason to do so. It was fairly neat, with huge white desk and matching white walls with his volleyball jersey set cleanly on top. A couple of shelfs with some plushies of dinosaurs that you decided not to comment on but kept stored for future mockery. Boringly enough though, it just looked like a boy’s room, which did give your ‘Kei is the source of all evil on earth’ theory a few heavy hits. You didn’t realise you were staring until Kei pulled you out of it.

“Are we going to do some work? Or are you just going to stand there gawking?” You glared at him slightly.

“Well how often do you get to see the Devil’s lair? This might be the last thing I ever see if I don’t get out here alive…” You mumble the last bit, ignoring his eye roll, before sitting down on his bed, spreading out all your work material on the mattress. Once finished you both just looked at each other.

Now what?

“Uh… So… What do you think we should do our project on?” You ask awkwardly. Kei looks at you like you’re suddenly the biggest inconvenience known to man. You resist the urge to throw your notebook at his very hittable face.

“How should I know?” You snort in annoyance. Someone’s cranky. Is it his time of the month?

“Well sorry I was asking my partner a question about the project we’re both assigned to work on. We must alert the church elders at my audacity.” You can hear him ‘tsk’ loudly, his swivelling chair moving to face away from you, slightly. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his pettiness.

This wasn’t going to lead anywhere, and you really wanted to get this over with. You take another deep breath, attempting to be the bigger person.

“Okay, how about we both start by researching some important events, then choose from there?” Kei takes you suggestion into consideration, before turning away from you.

“Fine.”

And with that he opened his computer and when down to it. You as well opened up your laptop and started your research. Things start to move better than you would’ve thought, because after about twenty minutes of searching, discussing, arguing you both finally decided to go with the Atomic Bomb dropping, with it piquing both Kei’s and your interest.

Well, with it piquing your interest and Kei being indifferent rather than disgusted at the ‘shitty’ choice.

You soon started researching, both going into your own little worlds, writing notes, and finding new sources. In the middle of the session, Kei had randomly got up and left the room. You assumed it was to get a drink or use the washroom.

You didn’t take any notice to him leaving, too focused on the task at hand. You had been taking notes on the event and had gone to set down your pencil to remove a rebellious strand of hair that had been getting in the way of your vision. Truthfully, Kei’s bed wasn’t the sturdiest material to study on, so when you set your pencil to the side, it had obeyed the laws of physics and rolled off, making a sound as it clattered on the wooded floor.

Sighing tiredly, you lean over the edge of the bed to look for the astray pencil, only to find it underneath his nightstand. Reaching your hand into the darkness to grab the pencil, you felt a small piece of folded paper near it. Curious, you picked it up and brushed it slightly. It had been covered in dust, lost, and forgotten.

You unfold the small piece of paper, like any person would, to find a picture. It looked to be an older picture; Maybe couple years at the least, with the colours fading and the edges being tattered, you guess.

Though the colours were fading, you could see the photo just fine. In the photo was a small boy, outside with trees surrounding what looked to be a park. He had a volleyball in his hands, the hugeness of the ball showing just how tiny his hands were. He wore a huge smile, the ones that were contagious, but with light hints of a smug and cheeky attitude; The kind of attitude that only looks cute with kids. With warm blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and huge black glasses sliding down the bridge of his small nose. You couldn’t put off the fact that he looked extremely familiar…

A light switch flicked in your head, putting two and two together.

Oh my God.

That’s Kei!

…

That’s Kei?!

You let out a small laugh of shock as you inspected the picture closer.

He looks so different. Well, not really. Physically speaking, they were basically a shot for shot remake, but just the energy of Kei in and photo and Kei now was astoundingly different. Just looking at the photo made you smile. He seemed like such a happy kid. Not to mention completely and totally adorable.

I wonder what happened…

Well, he grew up, that’s what happened. You thought cynically. But he had to have kept some of that childlike wonder and happiness. The debate continued on in your head. He was only fifteen after all, but it seemed like it had been stripped from him, and pretty early on. Thinking about that made your heart feel heavy, but you had managed to brush it off just as Kei had came back into the room. While you hadn’t noticed his return, he sees you on the bed, not working, holding a small photo, and looking at it with the stupidest smile he had ever seen on you. To say he was a little confused was an understatement.

“What are you doing?” His voice makes you jump, looking up at him. You don’t respond as you look back the old photo, then back at him. Now that you actually think about it, he’s still pretty cute.

You pause at your own thoughts.

Woah okay, that came out of nowhere.

You shake it off as you finally go to respond, the smile still plastered on your face, not able to stop. “Look at what I found.” You sing with small giggles, getting up as you show Kei his photo. His face is priceless. It’s a mix of confusion, realization, then complete and total mortification. You can’t hide your laugh as he tries to snatch the photo, but you pull it to you before he had the chance.

“Where did you find that?!” He shouts, and you laugh harder.

“Your worst nightmares, apparently. Look at how cute you were!” You say between wheezes, laughing so hard your stomach started to hurt. You hold the picture to your chest when he tries again to grab it from you. He covers his face in his hands before giving you the hardest glare you’ve ever seen. And if it were any other situation, you would’ve been scared shitless, but the glare loses all intimidation when you see his cheeks and ears are flushed pink.

He’s blushing. He’s cute when he blushes. You take a mental picture of this moment as your laughter dies back down to small giggles.

“Give. It. Back.” He holds his hand out, expecting you to be completely compliant. You weren’t going to give in that easily. It was thrilling to see him embarrassed. Seeing him so flustered that he couldn’t form words.

The satisfaction was almost addicting.

You had always thought Kei needed a taste of his own medicine, to see just how bitter it was. Also, you wanted to keep the photo. It was just so precious, you bet that you could look at it after having the worst day and instantly feel better.

So, dawning his trademark smirk, you boldly utter the words.

“Make me.”

You two hold each others’ eyes for a couple seconds, fighting a power struggle, and you clearly winning. But without any kind of warning, he charges at you, using his long arms to try and reach the photo. You laugh at his attempt and quickly step back from him, going into the centre of the room, and extend your arm behind your back.

“Why do you even want the stupid picture?” He spits, extremely irritated, not to mention embarrassed, and you smirk. Oh, how the roles have reversed. You could see why he enjoyed it so much. It was an absolute riot.

“Are you kidding? This picture can make the usual unbothered Tsukishima Kei act like an embarrassed schoolgirl. This thing is gold. Plus, you’re adorable.” You add, and Kei blushes harder. Your eyes widen at an idea popping in your head.

“I wonder how your volleyball team would react to this picture…” You say excited, and Kei widens his eyes in, dare you say it, fear.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You scoff. He clearly doesn’t know how serious you are. You were fully prepared to give him Hell. You hum.

“To be honest, normally I wouldn’t, but those five hours I spent in the library today have really changed me. You know, as a person.” As soon as you finished that sentence, Kei had had started trying even harder to get that photo away from you. Each time trying to reach your arm with newfound vigor, with you stepping back each time he got close. Eventually, after playing for a little while, he was actually managing to overpower you, which isn’t a surprise. With those arms and legs there was only a matter of seconds until you would be backed into a corner.

So you decided to broaden the playing field.

“C’mon Kei~ Try a little harder, won’t you?” You teased, waving the picture in front of you, like a matador with a very, very angry bull. Once again, he reached for you, long arms trying to reach the photo you held behind your back, not expecting you to also pull his door open and dash out of his room, not even trying to contain your laughs as he stumbled through his doorway, letting out an angry groan.

His misstep gave you enough time to run down the stairs, and all the way down to the dining area. He was right on your tail though, sprinting to you, ending up on the other side of the table. Staring you down with heavy, infuriated eyes.

Neither of you move, the room being filled with only gasps for breath and your small giggles.

“You’re acting like a child.” Kei spits at you, perhaps hoping for a response that wasn’t a simple shrug, with you accepting the insult all the while dawning a lazy grin slapped on your face.

“Probably. But this is most fun I’ve had in this house. And you’re playing along. So, aren’t we both the children here?” He doesn’t respond, taking your moment of contemplation as his chance, running around the table, and attempting to reach the photograph in your hand.

Your reaction wasn’t fast enough, running away from the table but not far enough to keep a safe distance. You were so concerned with where he was that you didn’t see the couch behind you, legs hitting the front of the cushions. The movement way too strong for you to stay balanced.

Out of pure instinct, and with Kei being the closest upright object to you, you grabbed at him.

Apparently, he hadn’t been expecting you to grab him, and with such force too, because when you fell you had taken him down with you, both landing on the couch. Hard. You both make sounds of surprise before falling on top of each other.

You could feel his weight on you, and you struggled to move as he used his arms to push himself up, looking directly at you. His face was still flushed pink, you bet yours was too. You could feel the mood instantly change, from hatefully playful to…

Not.

You two were so close you could feel his breath on your skin, but you didn’t care. Both of you hadn’t said anything, staring at each other still, until ultimately you realized what kind of position you both were in.

Kei was between your legs, his pushing your thighs apart. You had unconsciously hooked your legs around his thin hips. When did that happen? You were so close that your chests were bumping into each other with every breath; His arms had caging your face in, causing you to only be able to look at him.

Your face and heart exploded.

“Uh-uhm… Kei?” You whispered, not being able to say anything louder. He continued staring, not saying a single word. You could tell from his eyes that he was lost in thought, weirdly. You try to snap him out of it.

“Kei, you’re crushing me- “

“Shut up.”

Kei out of nowhere, slams his mouth on yours. You freeze, and so does your mind. Your body stiffens, but Kei doesn’t stop. The kiss is aggressive, on his part at least, pouring out all of his frustrations into that single kiss. Your teeth clack together but you still don’t respond, and Kei starts getting impatient, and bites your lip. Not hard to draw blood, but hard enough to make you gasp. With your mouth open, he pushes his tongue in and that’s when you finally start to react. Feeling the bottom of stomach start to heat up, your mind buzzing, and your body giving you weird sensations, you slowly kiss him back, forgetting all common sense.

You could feel his smugness coming off in waves about that fact that you had started to respond, so put him in his place, you ran your hand up his arm to the back of his head. You comb your fingers through his amazingly soft fluffy hair and tug a little harder than necessary. He groans in slight pain. The sound sends shivers down your spine.

Things begin to get more heated, the kisses becoming longer and sloppier when Kei decides to run his hand up your thigh, leaving you to let out a soft mewl. His hand goes to rest on your hip, when he goes to kiss your cheek, down your jaw all the way to your neck. He gets into a rhythm there, with kissing, licking, sucking, and even biting lightly all down your neck. After some experimenting, he had found out where the most sensitive parts were, and absolutely ravished them. By then you were an absolute mess, hair sticking in all directions, lips swollen, a light sheen of sweat covering your body, and a completely destroyed neck much to Kei’s pleasure. His hands had gone from your hips to your back, pulling you up so he wouldn’t have to crane his neck as much. His mouth reaches where your neck meets your shoulder, and starts leave light butterfly kisses, clearly teasing you. You whine in protest, but he just chuckles.

You tug his hair to indicate that you want him to face you again, once he removes his face from your neck you lock your lips with his. He returns it immediately, taking his hand to go under your shirt and rub your warm and slightly sweaty skin. You let out a light sigh.

Then it all stops.

The warmth, the kisses, his hands, his body, everything. You hadn’t realized that you closed your eyes until you open them, to see Kei looking down on you, smirking as if he just won the lottery. In his hand, was the photo.

“I win.” He declares, as he rips up the photo and throws it in the trash. He goes to sit down in his desk, wiping his lips and sitting on the couch causally, as if nothing even happened. You can’t say anything, your brain too stunned.

You inhale all the air you had lost in those moments, feeling the cogs in your mind turn as you abruptly stand, confused with all the new sensations and feelings that just happened.

And with Kei of all people.

Kei…

“Y-yeah, I guess you did.” You mutter, averting your eyes and refusing to look at him, knowing that his eyes were burning holes in your back.

“Let’s work the project some other time.” You say quickly as you practically run to your room, slamming the door, and sliding down it. Running your fingers on your lips before burying your hand in your arms. Face burning with red hot embarrassment and shame.

What in the fuck just happened?

[latenightfoxhunt]

I feel like trigun maximum just hit that perfect sweet spot of bad DID representation done right. like yes the classic small system, blackout split, with one of them being the stereotypical crazy murderer but there's more to trimax before and after their introduction thats so important. they took all of the DID villain movie tropes, put them in a dying word + a murder cult, and shouted the same thing they've been shouting at everyone for the past 80 chapters: THEY'RE STILL HUMAN, THEY DESERVE A FUTURE!! the same volume they introduce him in is the same volume they get thrown on their redemption arc, because it wasn't DID that was his problem it was their abuser and the thing he made them do. trimax just hits you over the head with all the themes with one character and they're well written and well loved in the rest of the series. they get a cowboy hat and they both purse the cowboy way! the main take away wasn't that razlo needs to be put in a cage, it was hey this protector is trying his best, he has his own emotions, be kind to him. it was really refreshing to see in media and I didn't expect it to come from this.

im afraid that trigun stampede is going to miss the mark. not in a sense that I think they're going to change the ending, but how the story is building up is different. we haven't been shown several instances of the average joe having to kill for personal gain to survive on no man's land, so it makes livio and razlo feel like an individual crazed threat looming over the horizon. it also leans into the horror of episode 6 and 7 and ends up having a demonizing way of depicting disassociation. when wolfwood is in the cell pleading for him and livios just standing there with his eye mysteriously glowing, it gives me the ick. not that there can't be a narrative where both livios and wolfwoods feelings are being recognized in a meaningful way, its more that there's too much time given to ruminate in wolfwoods pov, that the audience is going to see them as threatening longer duration. manga readers know whats coming but a majority of viewers do not. [I did absolutely enjoyed wolfwood pulling him out of disassociation with smell the smell of smoke and calmly saying wake up old friend, it melted my heart. I also thought it was funny when livio shot himself but thats just me and a whole other tangent lmao]

do I think this is going to be better when the series is finished and everyone has all of the pieces? yes, absolutely. its just that the years inbetween their redemption undos what made trimaxs good

TLDR: trimax makes you feel like a fucking idiot for even doubting for a chapter that they were going to stray from their core theme of "everyone deserves a future" just because these guys are a DID system with blood on their hands. meanwhile tristamp finds its faults in the time it takes to get livio and razlo to their redemption arcs because it paints them to be a looming threat more than 2 dudes in a lot of pain.

other systems in the trigun fandom please tell me your thoughts + we should be friends

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Doctor Who and The 500-Year Diary

(Take 2)

One: 0-650. Was in his mid-200's upon leaving Gallifrey, a little over 100 years out of the academy. I choose to believe he was born disabled, because some sort of looming issues, hence the cane, but I have given up reconciling him looking old. It doesn't matter. He and Susan wander for a while before the show starts, so that by the time he leaves her on Earth it's been 150 years since they left home (so he's around 400 and she's somewhere close to 220). The show doesn't represent the true gaps he has between companions, so he's in his mid-600's when he actually regenerates, having already filled up his first diary. He mostly grumbles and complains in it, requiring reading between the lines to get the adventures, but if you look closely you can see his care and the fun he had. Also he sometimes unexpectedly includes genuinely funny jokes and anecdotes.

Two: 650-700. Very short life, the vast majority of it spent with Jamie. Prefers art and music to writing, and most of his diary entries are just watercolors of landscapes with Jamie in front of them.

Three: 700-748. Equally short life. About 8 years with unit as punishment, and 10 dying of radiation in the tardis, leaving 30 that he spent adventuring. That was almost all during Sarah's time, but he went off without her so much that she only spent like 5 years with him. While trapped on Earth, he would often start diary entries out as complaints about humans and Time Lords and other foolish things, but end up talking excitedly about some adventure or his current companion or Bessie. Not needing to sleep as much as humans do and getting bored very easily, he spends whole nights writing out lists of places to travel when he can and half-formed emergency plans and other such things. He writes very rarely once he has his freedom back, but occasionally comments on some adventure or other.

Four: 748-1,113. As best canon can tell, he only spent about 65 years as Four, but I refuse that to believe that two Time Lords didn't spend centuries traveling together. He spent somewhere between 4-6 years with Sarah, a few decades alone, 5-8 years with Leela, a few decades alone, and the rest with Romana except a few months at the end. He's really bad at remembering to keep his diary. He does sometimes write about the feelings he doesn't realize he doesn't share aloud, and intermittently writes about adventures, but when he does he heavily editorializes them into the way he wants to remember them. After Romana's regeneration, she (with minimal permission) starts correcting his entries, and then just writing about their adventures for him - much more accurate and somewhat more consistently, but still not every adventure, just the interesting ones. He still writes, but mostly about interesting thoughts or sometimes feelings or those moments when he realizes "OH! That's what they meant!" days later. He doesn't write at all between her leaving and his regeneration. He fills the second diary.

Five: 1,113-(almost) 1,500. I can't say how he writes yet, but this is the era he stops bothering to accurately keep track of his own age and just starts telling everyone he's 900.

Six: 1,500-1,700. He finishes his third diary soon after regenerating, realizes "oh, I must be 1500," and immediately goes back to telling everyone he's 900.

Seven: 1,700-2,000. Fills fourth diary.

Eight: 2,000-2,080. He has a lot of adventures, but I feel like he shouldn't last long. May change this when I actually get this far. He takes a break from the 900 thing and just makes up random numbers to cover for having no idea how old he is.

War: The Time War messes it up so he doesn't really count against age, both because trauma and it's genuinely impossible to count. Doesn't write. Actually tries to destroy his diaries and his useless, pointless past, but the tardis rescues them and spits them back out into the library after he regenerates.

Nine: 2,080-2,100. Shortest life ever. Tries to recapture a hint of his former self by going back to saying he's 900. Writes about every adventure (at least, every one with Rose), but in an emotionless, listed itinerary sort of way.

Ten: 2,100-3,000. Starts counting his life again, but has almost convinced himself he really was 900 and starts from there. And also is bad at math. Writes a lot, like way too much, about his emotions without actually processing them. Does also gush about his companions, and people he meets on adventures, rarely telling the full adventure story but more talking about pieces of it in detail. Finishes fifth and sixth diaries, but both times registers how old that must make him and immediately forgets.

Eleven: 3,000-4,200. The most ADHD anyone has ever been. Starts describing an adventure and trails off mid-entry into a totally different story or a ranking of cool planets or lists of funny words or doodles of his companions. Sometimes gets frustrated at his past self for this because he was trying to look something up and found the diary useless. Fills up his seventh and eighth diaries, and both are heavily dented from being chucked across the room.

Twelve: 4,200-5,700. His diary is a weird mix of things. Right after a traumatic adventure, will rant and rave against the universe. Months or years after a fun adventure will fondly remember it, crossing out messily bits that he misremembers and re-remembers mid writing. Infodumps about new hobbies while pretending not to care about them. Skips decades at a time, which is how Missy took it and roleplayed as him for so many years without him noticing that she eventually just told him. He didn't cross out her entries but did write in the margins angry commentary. Filled ninth, tenth, and eleventh diaries.

Thirteen: 5,700-5,790. Spent 20 years with Yaz (and others), 10 alone between adventures, and 60 in prison. Didn't have her diary in prison. Did write a lot for the other 30 years, but is the second most ADHD anyone has ever been and had a tendency to start stories ("so we landed in London in 1863"), get distracted talking about how amazing Yaz is or this cool person they met or the wonders of some ordinary thing, and then forget to tell the middle before concluding the story ("and we sent the daleks packing"). Also just goes on a lot of happy rants with no story attached. Uses SO many exclamation points, but never shares more than surface level excitements and annoyances.

Fourteen: 7,790-6,000. The other round numbers are estimations, but this one is not. He stays with Donnas family for over 200 years, until Rose's grandchildren are old, and heals and relaxes and finally chooses to regenerate (sort of; who knows how that works) when he has filled up the last of his 12 diaries. Uses his diary to finally work through his emotions, talk with excitement about the wonders of ordinary life he's discovering, and sometimes draw, paint, or do those scrapbook-type journal pages.

Fifteen: 6,000+. Being done with a whole diary set feels like a fresh start, but is also sad. It's not like he can just go home for more. But then, inexplicably at first, he discovers more in the tardis library (that she put right by the others). Another whole set, matching (unlike his), of the type often given as academy graduation gifts. It turns out these were Romana's. The first 80 years are filled by Romana i, but after her regeneration she sort of shared his. So he reads them (and cries), and then starts using the first one has his new diary. Fourteen was in the habit of writing every night, so at first (while Ruby is there), Fifteen actually writes about every adventure in detail, though slowly he does get more and more distracted and writes less often. He also tends to focus very heavily on the little details he loved and gloss over big things like almost dying or the horror of whatever they saw this time.

The Doctor never writes about their regenerations. They will note that they did, and write in detail about who they are now (sometimes. depends on who they are now), but never about what killed them.

[collectivecloseness]

For Robin ideas could you do some tipsy fluff with her! Maybe including the party or Steve or something too?

Yes and I absolutely love these vibes, my type of thing <3

Robin Buckley x reader

Steve’s little house get togethers had been so much fun since you and Robin finally got together, instead of just lingering around with pining looks, and wondering what would give you away. While you both sprawled out in each other’s laps, pouring shots into each other’s mouths, and stroking each other’s cheeks, while you wished you were touching each other’s lips instead. Now you two were officially together, you were only more openly touchy and lovey at these events.

Steve supplied the house, Eddie the weed, Nancy the drinks, you the snacks, and Robin had brought some party games over, that usually got swapped out for each other’s entertaining company when the drink and the pot kicked in.

Right now you had Robin’s head in your lap, it was the lying down portion of the evening for her, with you on the floor, Nancy standing by the mantelpiece, Steve in the kitchen, and Eddie on the sofa by you both. Teasing Robin by looming above her and pretending he was going to drop a garcia cherry with an extraordinarily long stem onto her face. Nancy had given up arguing they were supposed to be for the cocktails, after planning with you, and you were just happy to have your girlfriend warm, in your lap, playing with her soft blonde hair non stop.

Seeing her laughing like this, sometimes, after you’d both been through things, seen and fought things no one should have, it was hard to imagine her laughing again. Even if she was partially hiding her face, and wriggling around in your lap, trying to fight Eddie off as the cherry looked closer and more heart rate inducing, to her blurred vision, kicking her hands and feet in the air while Eddie only laughed with his torture. Before unexpectedly dropping the cherry, and bursting into hearty laughter as it falls off Robin’s head with a small ‘thump’ and rolls to the floor.

Robin was red in the face, shaking laughing against you too. Covering her mouth as she spluttered at the bizarre feeling, and realising it really was just a cherry, she and Eddie had been screaming about. And soon all of you were laughing too, because everything always seemed funny in this group, especially at Steve’s parties.

But all this fruit play had reminded you of a snack you’d bought and had not yet been equipped. So in a drunken flurry of excitement, you grabbed your girlfriends head, gaining Robin’s utmost attention happily, and kissed her. A smack over her lips and nose, since her position was awkward and you were both uncoordinated when you weren’t hammered, nevermind stoned and drunk, before squeaking “Be back in a sec!” And unceremoniously dropping Robin’s head as you sprint up and over to Steve’s kitchen. Taking the blunt from Eddie and rolling your eyes as you promise him to take it to Steve on your way.

Robin’s head falls to the floor with a thunk, not preparing herself for you leaving her. She just lays there, squinting in her solitude, before giving an “Ow.” But even though Steve asks if she’s okay, Robin finds herself laughing right after. Messily rubbing her head, and already yelling at you “Hey! Get back here!”

You quickly return, bumping into Steve at least three times but not making him drop the blunt between his lips, even as he yells a “See you I guess!” With a slight lisp and thrown up hands when you don’t say a word. Giggling with your box of strawberries in hand, you make it back into the living room, and Robin, clapping because your back, happily shuffles over, her hands hurrying you as you sit down, letting her get back into her same position.

“Hey! Quic- quiz question. What’s my favourite fruit?” Robin asks, with a smarmy face, like she’ll be able to tease you for being a bad girlfriend if you don’t guess it.

Instead you pause for a moment, eyes in thought as you look at her, as if you could read her mind if you stared hard enough. Before a smoke of Eddie’s weed passed by your face, and blinking, you answered “Me?”

Robin’s eyes blow wide, before she bursts into laughter. You’re cackling too after her, both of you hitting each other as you guffaw breathless. Even Nancy and Eddie share a giggle in their respective seats.

“You’re sooo funny.” You lull, picking up a strawberry and dangling it in your girlfriends face.

“You’re so funny!” Robin blurts back, hands pawing up in the air to try and catch your wrists.

“Oh great. See I didn’t miss literally anything, since Robin and y/n are still exactly the same.” Steve walks back into his living room with two red solo cups in hand, moving to place one by Robin’s head, then deciding against it and setting it down further away, out of the danger zone. Passing another full cup to Eddie who at least gave thanks, unlike your very distracted girlfriend, before going back for some more.

You airplaned the strawberry to Robin’s face, her eyes only on yours, even though her mouth was open and ready to receive, definitely about to miss it, and you giggled as you finally placed the red fruit to her lips, and Robin bit down. You moan hummed as she did, her eyes still right on you, her cheeks pink from the alcohol and something else, as you pull away a bit, allowing her to swallow.

Robin moans back in return, smiling that beautiful toothy smile up at you, and you bring the half bitten strawberry right back down, only to boop her on the nose with it, leaving dots of red juice.

Robin gasps, playfully growling at you. But when you bend down to peck over her nose, kissing the red marks away, Robin’s mewling in your lap instead. And her hands are clawing on your face, trying to pull you closer.

“You’re both gross.” Steve chimes, two more cups on the table and another in his hand, along with his exasperated face. And Nancy only laughs, exhaling from the short roll up, while Eddie agrees wholeheartedly, mocking you both playfully.

You only mock his words back as you lean in closer to Robin, letting her pull you as your taunting pushed out lips slot against hers. Kissing her once, but slowly, because both of you are worshipping each other’s lips, but towards the end of your kiss, Robin snort laughs into your mouth, and you have to pull back just so you can laugh too.

Leaning over to the coffee table, you make sure to stretch so you’re dangling your front right over Robin, before getting your red cup in your hands, Robin’s bracelet dangling down your wrist. With Robin watching you above her, you take a big gulp of your drink, as you keep your eyes down on her the entire time.

And Robin’s in awe at how sexy you can be, even just drinking. And she has to admit, her eyes do flutter down there. Mostly because your chest is heaving as you gulp heavily, but her eyes do stay a little longer than if she was just fascinated with watching your drink go.

You put your cup to the side, licking your lips and smiling down at your girlfriend as you give her the rest of her strawberry. Snapping your teeth delightedly at her when you feel her own teeth dragging over your fingers as she eats the strawberry from your hands. A delighted giggle leaving her as she chews, fiddling with her hands on her chest. She doesn’t need them anyway, with you feeding her.

“Robin don’t eat like that, you’ll choke.” Steve chides, dropping into his seat next to Eddie, who’s swapping his drink with Nancy to taste test each other’s.

Robin clicks her fingers, pointing at her best friend, and then pointing at you, winking, as she cheers out a loud “Hell yeah!”

It takes you a second, but you laugh, shaking your head emphatically. “No Robin, you’re a lesbian! We’re both girls!”

Robin tilts up to face you, surprised. “Oh yeah!”

All five of you burst into laughter that time. Robin’s spitting gasps of laughter that fall onto your hand as you stroke away her tears, sure some of your own were falling onto her top, as your body shakes uncontrollably, giving your girlfriend an earthquake. Nancy has to sit down, gripping onto Steve’s knee as she falls on her own to the floor, and Eddie was falling off the sofa, dragging Steve with him, who was also crying with laughter, and unfortunately now on top of Nancy too.

You continue drinking, well all of you except Robin, even though she wants you to feed her and ‘drink’ her, as she bemoaned hoping you were still just as wrapped around her finger as usual, you don’t think Robin’s new shirt or Steve’s carpet, would be very appreciative. And while the other three joke and laugh about whatever, you keep colouring your girlfriends lips in her new strawberry lipstick, and then kissing it off every time as well.

You can at least hold the blunt for her as you press it to her lips, letting her play with your free hand as you quietly tell her someone as pretty as her shouldn’t have to lift a finger. Only getting Robin to squeal excitedly up at you, nibbling on your fingers you’re half convinced she mistook for her own, as you take your own two puffs from the blunt that was just in between her lips. And when you lean down with a deep breath to shotgun kiss, so your girl really doesn’t have to put in any work, Robin might’ve just collapsed to the floor, if she’d hadn’t already been laying in your lap.

Robin’s even had a few times of her own where she’s flung the white leafy part of the fruit, only to grab your face and pull you down to her, whining as she desperately tries to get you to taste the strawberry on her tongue. She doesn’t really think about much else, she just wants you.

And you have to stop her from injuring her neck when she keeps trying to roll around mid kiss so she can also have her legs around you, even though she’s got her head in your lap. She just needs to touch you all over, everywhere, have you all on her. All over her.

You’re broken apart from a more passionate kiss, having rubbed off some dripped strawberry juice that fell down her side in apology, but in your tipsy haze, having not really cared about your fingers starting to slip down the side of her shirt, and down the side of her chest. That’s when Steve’s knee flings in the air in your peripheral, and you’re jolted out of your kiss, surprised. Even though Robin’s trying to stick her tongue back in your open mouth just centimetres above her, whining unimpressed, for you. Her hands on your shirt by your own chest, in fists.

“Man why’s there so much fruit on the floor.” Steve exasperates, picking up a smushed strawberry and placing it in an empty solo cup with a dirty napkin.

“That’s the price you pay. You’re the house guy in this arrangement.” Nancy points to him with her own newly refilled cup.

Steve slides the cherries Eddie had presented to you both earlier like a waiter with a french accent, and the strawberries closer to you too, giving you the ‘mom look’, with those knowing eyes, and you quickly apologise for the mess with a small smile.

Robin, unsure what was going on, looking up and about until she found her best friend, apologised too “Sorry Steve!” Even though she probably didn’t even realise other people had been in the room at that time. She’d only had those sparkling blue eyes on you.

But as Steve pats her shoulder, and Robin grins over at him, she looks over to where his hands are, and sees the bowl of garcia cherries, really meant for cocktails.

“OOOH!” Her eyes go wide. Hands grabby. And she reaches for the bowl, Steve handing it to her, as you chuckle and stroke back her soft hair lovingly, watching Robin set the bowl on her chest, and rub her socks on the carpet excitedly.

“Baby! Watch this.” Robin sighs up at you eagerly, and you smile back enthused. Holding Robin’s waist as you nod entertained, getting ready for whatever your hyped up girlfriend had just thunk up.

She plucked the small red cherry from the stem, slowly chewing and swallowing it, and she kept her eyes on you, to make sure you were watching.

Of course you wouldn’t go anywhere. Especially not when she’d drawn you in like this.

But your heart, your breathing, the whole world slowed, as Robin spun the cherry stem between her fingers, her eyes now clearly amorous and flirtatious. And with bated breath, you watch as Robin sticks out her tongue, and places the cherry stem there.

She closes her pink lips, and you feel your stomach squeezing in that tingly and addicting way, as you watch her tongue, swirling and bobbing in her mouth, breath fanning on Robin, as you know what trick she’s about to do. Your hands squeezing her waist, as Robin smirks up seductively at you.

And then, Robin starts choking.

You sit her up as she coughs it out immediately, spit and slobber and the stem leaping onto her lap, as Robin splutters. Patting her back and rubbing her arm with a face of concern, you watch your girlfriend look up at you, face red, shocked, still drunk and stoned, and swiping the drool from her lips as she coughs.

While Steve, who just watched her choke, after warning her already, yells out over the music “Robin!”

[gojotenshi]

No one should have found out that she was an omega, least of all the crown prince of Yuei.

But Izuku Midoriya was smart.

With two other lives on the line, Lia made the choice of accepting the deal given by the prince - her submission for his secrecy.

It should have been an easy arrangement, if not for the group of homicidal maniacs that had been using omegas as a bartering coin in order to take over the kingdom and the prince’s penchant for wanting more than she was willing to give.

Fate was just one big joke, was it not?

Chapter Two - every little lie gives me butterflies

a/n: kind of wanted to finish chapter four before posting this one here but that hasn't happened. this one is also a huge chapter and just thank you so much if you read it. Not beta'd

wc: 14858

warnings: omegaverse, alpha!izuku, spanking, fingering, hairpulling, manhandling, coercion, blackmail, general foul language, manipulative behavior, dubcon, omegaverse dynamics, omegaverse based sexism.

chapter 1

Lia was uncomfortable.

Which was kind of funny having into account that Izuku wasn’t doing anything, wasn’t even looking at her. But his presence was like a looming threat hanging over her head. One that she couldn’t ignore even if the sun was high on its perch and she doubted he would ever let the cheery facade slip when someone could catch him. The castle’s library was just next to the hall of records, and it was her territory in a way. Nezu had left her in charge when he had left for his mission, and it had made her feel so proud. Because the older man had trusted her, had thought her more than capable of handling the state of affairs while he was gone.

Maybe the prince was only there for a book, after all, he had made his way through the shelves and stacked books and was trying to find something. Lia should have approached him, should have helped him find whatever he was looking for because that was exactly the job of the library’s handler. Instead, she had ignored that he had even entered the large room and chose to focus on the book in front of her.

Or she would have if she could focus on the words instead of the scent of him, subdued in his contentment. Pine, leather and thunderstorms. It swirled in the air, wrapped around her like a cloak, soothing in a way that she couldn’t explain, really didn’t care to pin point, really. It would just give her a headache to wonder why his scent was so pleasant, why she couldn’t ignore it the same way she did for the rest of them.

Crown prince Izuku Midoriya was a menace.

One that had taken his pleasure and left her unfulfilled in the cold floor and claimed it was punishment. She had been so out of sorts that the thought of finishing herself off hadn’t even crossed her mind. It was a moment of weakness that she would be sure to repeat because if she didn’t… If she didn’t Ochako and Mina would suffer. They would get their lives thrown into disarray, the same lives they had fought over.

Ochako was up for another promotion soon, Lia was sure of it. Mina was flourishing so well under Aiwaza’s care, probably could finish up her apprenticeship soon after he was back from the diplomatic mission. How could Lia be selfish and put their efforts on the line? As betas they had the world in the palm of their hands, as omegas they would have been relegated to a private wing of someone’s estate. Even if the League hadn’t gone to Mei to search for them, being married off and hidden away was just the fate of her designation.

They were either wives or whores, there was no in between. Seemed like that rang very true in her case, after all, she was getting payment for sexual services. It just happened that the payment was silence and the service had been coerced, but hey, who was going to be bitter over it?

Lia was. So very bitter.

Her book was closed and she raised from the table near the window, the sun had warmed her skin but now it was time to actually do some work instead of ignoring Izuku… She paused, green eyes zeroing in the last space she had seen the prince in and finding it empty. Had he given up on looking for his book? But… His scent was still heavy in the air, in a way that told Lia that he hadn’t actually left the room, so where was he?

“I knew you had noticed me.” It was like she had been doused in cold water, muscles clenching suddenly, head turning so quickly she almost sprained her neck. Izuku was looking very pleased by her reaction, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the side of one of the shelves closest to her.

Silence met him, not because she didn’t want to speak but because blood was still rushing to her ears, heart on her throat at the fright he had just given her. Fucking menace.

“You don’t need to look like you saw a ghost.” Still that pleased drawl, it did manage to shake Lia out of her stupor, breath coming in a harsh huff.

“I saw a prince that has no qualms in sneaking his way around a room.”

Izuku tilted his head to the side, grinned at her as if she hadn’t just tried to insult him, as badly constructed as it had been. “Your attention just slipped, you do that sometimes you know. Get lost in your thoughts.”

Maybe she did. The brunette had quite a lot to think about, before it had been about getting her part of the ingredients for the concoction, making sure she acted like a beta and not an omega, get information on the League and try to think of a plan of attack. Now she had to add the fact that she had to keep an affair with the prince under wraps, the thoughts swirling inside her head about the possible situations he could put her in. Worst of all, she was going to have to lie to her friends about it. No way in hell was she going to tell Ochako and Mina that the crown prince was blackmailing her, she didn’t want to be accomplice in a murder attempt. Or worse yet, she didn’t want to have her friends giving up their lives so they could go to another town, one where the prince wasn’t as sharp.

“Do you want my attention in a public place, your highness?”

His reply was quick and sure. “Yes.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, eyes blinking before she caught herself. “Well, I can’t give it without making it seem strange I’m suddenly very close to the crown prince.”

Izuku did seem to mull that over. “I already spend enough time inside the library and hall of records, no one will think it weird that I started to get to better know the handler.” That was true. Nezu had once told her about all the regulars, the crown prince had been a proud mention. Lia had found out later that Nezu had started his tenure in the castle as the young princes’ tutor, only after they were grown up and found themselves lacking the need for teachings did the job of handler fall on his hands.

So yes, the prince did spend an awful amount of time in the library and hall of records. And with his propension to use moonclover to hid his scents, Lia had no doubts that she probably had thought herself alone the many times she had snuck up to read about the League.

“Nezu is the handler, your highness. I’m simply his helper.”

“Semantics.” He stuck his tongue out at her, which made her gasp in outrage, earning Lia a chuckle from the prince. How childish of him. “Though if you were just a helper, Nezu wouldn’t even have bothered to have you watch over both rooms, you know?”

She did. It didn’t matter because she wasn’t going to let him think he was getting away with his wills away from the cover of darkness and privacy. They were in the library, he could very well go spar if he wanted some attention. Or maybe he could go to the kitchen or laundry place, the maids there would certainly fawn over the alpha.

A soft sigh passed her lips “Fine, you have my attention, your highness. Which book were you looking for?”

That did spur him into action, feet moving until he was back on his previous spot, fingers tracing the spines. “I know there was a book about fire based quirks around here somewhere.”

“Oh.” His green eyes met hers, and Lia looked away in a guilty manner. It wasn’t like she had done anything wrong, really, anyone was free to request any books to take home as long as they were delivered safe and sound. It just happened that she had the one book that he had been looking for in her private chambers. The omega licked her lips and crossed her arms over her chest “You’ll have the book tomorrow, your highness.”

“Today.” He narrowed his gaze at her before that jovial mask slipped right into place. “You can just go grab it! Where is it?”

“You’re not entering my room.” He would only stink up the place, and last thing Lia needed was for her room to smell of leather, pine and lightening, that was for sure. It was bad enough that she seemed to find his scent in most of the places she frequented, let alone if he decided to scent anything while inside.

“I’ve been inside before, you really should have a better lock.” His amused voice had her shaking in anger. Lia had forgotten that the damn prince had violated her private space before, had seen her research, had made sure she couldn’t make his accusations sound like fairy tales. Lia opened her mouth to tell him off when he continued “Anyway, all I asked was for you to get it. I didn’t say I was going to go with you.”

Her rage didn’t die down fully, but it went from flames to embers. “I’m working, your highness. Besides that, I still haven’t finished up the book.” If his interest in it was anything like hers had been, well, he could wait a day or two for it to reach his hands. The League had attacked just five days ago, they still had to get rid of the omega they had kidnapped and then plan their next attack.

And the fact was that there hadn’t been no new registrations for unmated omegas since the last attack. And having into account that designation was rare as it was, well, it may very well be a couple of months before a new chance presented itself.

He seemed to ponder on that for what felt like a minute, and Lia was about to press him when he finally relented much to her surprise “Alright.” It seemed like such an easy thing, such a quick cave in. There had to be something coming, right? That wasn’t as surprising. “I’ll meet you later and we’ll share the book.”

Her mouth opened and closed, once, twice, thrice before Lia actually felt like she could talk instead of sputtering non sense. “Your highness, coming to my quarters during the night is highly improper.” If anyone saw him, her reputation would go up in flames.

Even if it was innocent. Even if she didn’t have their deal hanging over her head. Even if she wasn’t an omega in hiding. And the thing was… Lia didn’t trust him not to abuse having her in the privacy of her room. He had to be planning something, had to be scheming behind that sweet smile.

“I would offer mine, but I think you’d be even more opposed to that.” Was that mirth on his tone? God, Lia wanted to smack him across the head. Lia didn’t want him inside her room, didn’t want his scent on her precious space, not when it would only make it harder for her to differentiate between what she was feeling.

“The same room as before.” If he wasn’t going to drop it, she was going to make sure that they would be as far away from prying eyes as possible. And that little room was perfect.

No one had ever come across her and her friends before Izuku had confronted her. And no one had seen her leave after he had fucked her mouth and cum down her throat. Her traitor of a body heated at the memory, of the phantom weight of him on her tongue.

The prince seemed delighted by her giving up, smile becoming a touch more genuine, as if he really hadn’t expected her to actually compromise. It wasn’t like Lia had a choice, did she?

“Are you hiding a nest?”

No, she did have a choice.

“You know what, your highness?” her voice was dripping with barely contained fury “You can see that book in two days time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have records to sort through.”

Lia took a few steps away from him before his words stopped her “So it is a nest.”

One, two, three… She worked on keeping her breathing even, counting until ten as she breathed in and out, slowly. Why was he being so insistent about that? “No, I don’t have a nest.” He seemed disappointed for a couple of seconds before he perked up again.

“Is it because you just don’t care for them or is it because of whatever you use to keep your scent under control? And you still haven’t told me exactly how that works.” The brunette let out a hiss, feet taking her in the opposite direction she had been heading so she could tug at his wrist.

“Can you not be so loud.” Green eyes looked down at her small fingers on his skin, making her let go of his arm like it had burned her. Maybe it had. Her fingers felt like they had found themselves touching something quite warm, tingles still shooting up her arm. Such a strange reaction.

He didn’t seem to be affected, though, so she guessed it had something to do with him being an alpha. Lia didn’t really make it a habit of touching random alphas, which meant that she had no bases of comparison. Though it could also be his quirk, couldn’t it? The green lightening that powered him up resting under the skin and turning him into a human version of a static magnet.

“You don’t have to worry so much, no one’s around.” Izuku laughed, free and light, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which was the whole thing wasn’t it? The prince didn’t have to worry about shady deals and secrets, of keeping his identity a secret, of holding onto every scrap that life threw your way. Someone born with a silver spoon on their mouths could never understand the dangers of having to fight for a place. Not only was he the crown prince of Yuei, he was also an alpha, life was a sea of roses for him.

“I have to worry twofold, for me and for you.” Her head fell back, green eyes settling on the domed ceiling as if she was staring at the night sky, full of constellations and beauty. But no, the sun was still shining through the windows and Lia could see the white paint peeling in one of the corners. She was tired, it was like when Ochako had started to train her quirk, when she would float her friends. It was that same sensation of gravity taking hold of her body again, the sudden weight pulling her to earth. It was off putting and cold.

Suddenly his face was on her field of vision, chest pressing against the top of her head and his hands coming to rest on her hips. It was an oddly intimate position. It brought some semblance of warmth back into her bones.

“I think you’re putting too much on your shoulders.”

A snort escaped her “You can’t be serious, right?”

“I am.” His voice held some sort of finality, as if he was fully expecting her to be quiet and take his words as law. It might as well have been as he continued without allowing her to counter. “You’ve been acting as if you have no one to confide in, but you have your friends don’t you?”

Lia let her head fall back into pace so he couldn’t see the guilt in her eyes, the feeling that was growing inside of her with every word that fell from his lips. Yes, she could have told Ochako and Mina. Could have told them she had been studying the League, trying to get information into every single one of its members. That she was planning to construct a trap to catch them. That she would be using herself as bait.

But then they would want to participate. They would want to leave the lives they had built behind to aid her. They would have destroyed all the hard work just to support her. And Lia would not allow her friends to give up on their lives, couldn’t allow them to sacrifice themselves when only one would be more than enough. All Lia had to do was get close enough to their shadows. Shigaraki would be ideal with his decay quirk, but Dabi would work as well with the strength of his blue flames. It was crazy and dangerous and she would never ask that of her friends.

Never.

“Stop trying to get more ammunition for your blackmail.” Lia swallowed her guilt, buried it deep inside of her, arms crossing over her chest as a way to keep him away. It didn’t work, not when he pulled her even closer, back glued to his front as his hands kept her in place. If she was honest, she didn’t know if she’d have the strength to pull away from his comfort even if they weren’t.

There was frustration on his tone when he spoke again. “You have to trust someone eventually.”

She did. Lia trusted OChako and Mina, so much. They were her friends, her sisters, she would do anything for the two omegas. Even if that meant lying and keeping secrets. Even if it meant that she wasn’t going to allow them to accompany her in what could very well be a suicide mission.

With effort, and horrifyingly, with a whine from the omega inside, the brunette pulled away from the alpha, green eyes closing as she breathed out a soft sigh. At her endless silence, Izuku spoke again. “Some secrets are heavy if carried alone.”

Those words brought her attention back to him, he wasn’t just spewing words, she could feel it in her bones. The way that they seemed to ring heavy with truth, as if he was quite experienced in holding secrets. What a strange idea. That the crown prince would have secrets, would need to hide anything when his life was picture perfect. He could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers or a pretty word.

“Some secrets are deadly if spoken aloud.” Lia countered softly, fingers digging into her own arms as they clenched.

Izuku opened his mouth to speak, the doors to the library burst open with a resounding crash that had her startled.

“Deku.” It was a growl, and there was the sound of tiny explosions that made her worry about anything catching onto the books. But what could that mean? The prince didn’t seem as surprised or worried as she was. There was the scent of burning wood and salted caramel, thick and heavy in the air. Alpha, her mind supplied, not interested, but wary.

“Kacchan, you’re back!” his smile was pleased, his eyes held the same feeling, but there was apprehension there as well.

Lia turned to look at the newcomer, recognizing the blonde spiky hair and murderous scowl from the tales Nezu had told her about. Katsuki Bakougo, second in line to the throne, Izuku’s brother. So the explosions had been his quirk setting off, which she still didn’t understand why having into account he should be more than heavily in control of them.

“Yeah, you can bet your ass I’m back.” Crimson eyes didn’t even look her way as he stalked towards his brother, his frame larger than Izuku’s in width, but they were the same height. It just seemed like the blonde had more intent on bulking up muscle than the crown prince had. Or maybe Izuku’s body just wasn’t made for such muscle mass. They were still there under his skin though, she had been able to feel them through his pants when her hands had laid on his thighs that night. “Five fucking months touring the country while your ass was here playing perfect little prince.”

Izuku caught the fist coming to his face as if he had been expecting the attack, as if it was normal occurrence for him to be attacked by his brother. “I take it that it was boring? I thought you would have liked to spar with Shoto.”

A snort came from Katsuki, fist opening and clutching at Izuku’s hand before he was letting out an explosion that had Lia’s eyes widening and a wince leaving the green haired prince. That must have hurt, his glove ruined, some bits of melted leather sticking to the red skin.

“Fucking half and half didn’t even bother to leave his fucking room, claimed he was out with a cold.” Green lightening sparked on Izuky’s legs as he dodged the next attack by jumping away from his brother, fingers already getting rid of his gloves, and she couldn’t help but notice the scars that lined them. The crown prince rarely took his gloves off when he wasn’t sparring, and even that was a rare occasion if his brother wasn’t present. And having into account the three omegas had arrived just after the blonde had left for his diplomatic mission, well, there had never been such occasion before. And when he had taken them the other day, Lia had been more preoccupied with other parts of his anatomy to even focus on his hands.

The sound of another explosion took her out of her thoughts, green eyes going wide as large hands dripped with fireworks, singing the wood floor beneath. Fuck, Katsuki could burn the entire place to the ground if any of the explosions caught into one of the thousands of books that littered the space. Dry paper was the perfect kindling.

“Did you at least wish for a good recovery?” Izuku laughed as he dodged another punch, this one leaving a sizeable ring on the floor, making the omega pale. Why wasn’t the crown prince stopping his brother? Oh God, this was routine for the two of them, wasn’t it?

“’Course I did. Do you think I’m fucking dumb?” red eyes narrowed at green, shoulders being pushed back as the blonde approached his brother with quick strides. Katsuki’s fingers clenched and unclenched, and still Izuku held still with that same pleased smile in his lips.

“Nah, kacchan, I just know that you punch first and ask questions after.” It was a good humored jab that made the blonde huff in frustration.

“Yeah, yeah.” Another wiggle of his fingers and more mini explosions. Lia took a deep breath, shoulders tense as she approached the duo from behind. Izuku’s back was to the large windows, the light streaming in catching perfect shadows on the ground. Pale fingers reached out to touch the blackness on the ground, a second rang, then another and finally, Lia felt the weight of Katsuki’s body.

It was harder to control a living being, like a game of tug of war, both sides pulling. She had the advantage of his obvious disregard for her presence, his complete and utter surprise at the invisible strings coiling on him.

“Enough.” She ground out, sweat beading on her forehead at the pure effort of holding him still. He felt like a rabid animal in her senses, one that would maul her if left to his devices. “You’re going to start a fire.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Izuku’s amusement was clear on his tone, and if Lia didn’t have to concentrate hard on keeping his brother from moving a muscle, she certainly would have thrown him a glare of disbelief. Now was not the time to joke about things like that.

“What. The. Fuck.” A strong pull on her senses, a gasp falling from her lips as energy drained from her rapidly. Katsuki was strong and wild and fuck, she did not want to know what he would do when she let go of him.

“Kacchan say hi to Lia Castro, Nezu’s assistant.” The brunette blinked as the blonde actually moved his head to look at her, fuck, her grip was slipping and he was staring at her with the intent to murder front and center on his eyes. “Shadow puppeteering, isn’t it a cool quirk? I’ve only seen her use it on inanimate objects before, but I did think that she could use it on people too.”

Wait, he hadn’t been sure she could have used it on him and still he had been careful about it? How did his brain work? Where was he hiding all that brain power?

“Fucking let go of me.” Katsuki really didn’t have the tongue of a prince, did he? Lia had seen sailor’s with cleaner mouths than him. Her attention slipped for a second, enough that he could turn her way before the brunette was taking control of his body again. She didn’t know if the turn of her stomach was from her use of her quirk or from dread. “You can’t hold me forever, and when you fucking let go, I’m going to end your pitiful existence. Who the fuck do you think you are using your quirk on me?”

“Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice held a warning, but the blonde ignored it as if it was a mere whisper.

“I’m the fucking prince and you’re…” suddenly his weight wasn’t holding her down anymore, for a second, Lia thought that her quirk had finally whizzed out, that Katsuki would be charging towards her. Instead, it hadn’t been her quirk failing.

The sound of shattering glass was loud and suddenly there wasn’t a shadow beneath her fingers. There was only Izuku’s shape in front of the broken window “Ah, he’s going to be pissed.” It was said in such a nonchalant way that the brunette couldn’t help but blink, tentative steps taking her to the alpha’s side.

She peered over the edge, looking at the growling form of the blonde alpha on the ground “You threw him out of the window.” Another blink of her aqua eyes before they widened as it seemed Katsuki was getting ready to jump to the second floor once more. Shouldn’t he be hurt? It had been quite the fall.

A red haired male tackled and distracted him, and relief flooded her senses as he was further distracted by another group of people making their way to him, calling out his name.

“I would avoid him for a while.” Izuku’s voice was soft, and when Lia looked at him, his eyes were on her.

“Probably for the best.” Her skin felt tight, flesh so heavy on her bones. She had forgotten how straining it was to actually take control of something that would try and pull away from her control. If the prince hadn’t thrown his brother out of the window, her grip would have faltered in the next seconds, and she didn’t doubt that Katsuki would do well with his promises. “I… Thank you?”

“Is that a question?” there he was again. Amusement back in his tone, as if his brother hadn’t attacked him as a greeting, as if he hadn’t stopped him from attacking her.

“No?” Ah, she was too tired to play his games. “It’s just that you didn’t have to do that, he’s your brother after all.”

“How much longer until your quirk would have hit its limit?” he asked instead of supplying her with further information, she bit her lip and looked away.

“I don’t know.” It was an honest answer.

He didn’t seem pleased by it “You don’t even know the limits of your own quirk?”

Lia pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath because… well, because he was right. The brunette had no clues how long she could hold a living being under her control, hadn’t even trained her quirk after the experimentation period. How was she supposed to control someone in the League when she couldn’t even handle having Katsuki still for more than a minute, maybe a minute and a half?

“I’ll take that as a no.” His green eyes returned to his brother’s frame, half hidden by the group of friends that was obviously happy to have him back. Lia didn’t really see the appeal from the few moments she had spent with the second in line. “Kacchan doesn’t hold back for anyone. He would have gone after your throat for stopping him.”

That did not sound good at all. Yeah, Lia would really be avoiding the blonde like the plague if she could help it.

“What was I supposed to do? He was exploding left and right! A spark and the whole library would go up in flames.”

Izuku smiled then “I didn’t say you were wrong in stopping him, just… reckless. Father is going to be pissed we ruined the window again.”

“Again.” A pause as she remembered his words from before. “You also said it wouldn’t be the first time he started a fire.”

His smile was so charming and young, freckles dotting his cheeks in the most attractive of ways, her heart gave a pause before lurching back to life. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’d have to replace invaluable tomes because Kacchan couldn’t control his temper.”

Lia could definitively see that. Leather boots crunched glass as Izuku approached the broken window, stepping onto the ledge, green lightening once again sparkling around his legs. “I better go to him before he comes up.” His smile turned from charming to teasing “See you tonight, kitten.”

She didn’t have time to chide him about the nickname before he was taking a step forward, letting himself fall from the second floor and onto the ground. Laughter boomed from underneath the window alongside yells coming from the second in line.

“Ah, they’re fighting again.” For the third time that day, Lia was startled out of her skin. At least Nezu was a good surprise. He was back on his animal form, a large amalgamation of animal traits, largely of the rodent variety.

“They do that a lot?”

A nod of his head “Yes, quite frequently. Rather, I think prince Katsuki is quite annoyed his brother holds the win against him. Most of their fights end in draws, you see?”

She could see that. Izuku could be frightening with his quirk from what Ochako had told her, words whispered in the barracks about the crown prince being an absolute beast when it came to hand to hand combat. And then there was Katsuki with his temper and explosions, the brunette could definitively see him demolishing his opponents with a smile on his lips.

“I would have liked them to be more mindful of the property though.” Nezu sighed with a sigh before turning on his heel. “Nevertheless, put me up to date on the state of the library and hall of records, Miss Castro. I would like to know how things went in my absence.” He paused and looked at the glass littering the floor “We should also gather a broom and dustpan.”

“Of course, Sir.” Lia smiled at Nezu, though there was a lingering glance out of the window, towards the two figures running through the grounds, coming together from time to time to connect attacks. For a second, Lia had the weird thought that Izuku had thrown Katsuki out of the window to protect her from his wrath.

A laugh fell from her lips at the thought, Nezu’s dark eyes watching her curiously but not commenting. Of course the prince hadn’t done it for her, he probably only wanted to maintain his brother’s attention on whatever they had going on.

Shaking herself, she followed her superior towards the servant passages, where they could find some cleaning tools for the glass.

✧ — ⋆ — ✧

“I told you had to train your quirk.” Ochako looked cute pouting, round cheeks made rounder by the pursing of her lips. Lia sighed and swung her legs in time with the slow beating of her heart, sitting on top of the fence that separated the training grounds from the path to the castle.

Mina tilted her head to the side, bent over at her side, elbow on the flat surface “Ah, babe, we told you it would come to bite you in the ass.”

Tales of the broken window had been diffused through the castle quicker than Lia would have wanted. It seemed that everyone was keen on knowing exactly why the second in line had been thrown out of a second story window, and it seemed that Katsuki didn’t have any qualms in telling them. It usually was accompanied by some kind of threat against her person, something that had the maids giggling and her friends worried. So it seemed like the blonde could hold a grudge, uh…

“You know I don’t feel right using it.” The brunette guessed it could have been worse, after all, she could actually take away someone’s mind. Instead, it was like she hijacked the body. It felt exactly like playing marionettes. She had thought of using it on Izuku out of desperation. She had used it on Katsuki to prevent the library from being destroyed. Still, neither held a deep pleasure inside of her. Lia used her quirk out of necessity, not of want. “He’s kind of right being upset, it is a horrible thing to impose on anyone.”

Ochako huffed out a breath, fingerpads connecting together so she could release the ten rocks she had been floating above them. They fell to the ground with a resounding thud, dirt being kicked into the air as they lodged deep into it. “You speak as if you’ll use it for evil.”

“It has the possibility for that.” What if she was weak? What if she suddenly found herself with loose morals and desperation?

“You’ve only used it on sentient beings in self defense. It’s you, Lia, you can’t do what you aren’t wired for.” Mina’s voice was soft, body scooting over so she could lean her head against her arm, giving the brunette some comfort. Omegas were overall very tactile beings, and close proximity had always soothed her.

They both watched as Ochako touched every single rock once more, lips pressed together as she concentrated. Nothing happened, which meant that she was getting better in delaying the effects of her quirk. Mina continued “The prince seems unhinged. Kinda funny, really. I mean, if you aren’t on the end of his rage, I guess.” She stuck her tongue out “What would you have done if prince Izuku hadn’t thrown him out of the window?”

“Died?” a stifled laugh, but one born of desperation.

“Not an option, babe.” Slowly the rocks started to drift upward. “If you don’t want to use your quirk, fine. But you have to learn some sort of self defense. You can’t keep hiding away in your books and think they will magically protect you.”

“I hate when you’re right.” Lia had to hold herself on the fence as Mina pushed her with a laugh. “I know I should have learned a few tricks, it’s just that…” she had thought more about research than battle “I just am not good at it.”

“You may be bad at battling, but what about evasion?” Ochako touched her chest before jumping, the added weightlessness allowing her to reach the rocks floating above them. She had enough momentum to kick one into a nearby tree, startling the birds away from their nests. “You just need to be able to escape. Running isn’t just for cowards, you know?”

She had never thought about it that way. Cold seeped into her limbs as she thought about the fact that she would be going against the League in the near future. How could she think she had a chance against them when the fact was that she didn’t even know how to use her own quirk efficiently. Lia wouldn’t have to still them, she wanted to actually puppeteer one of them into murdering the others. She was a hypocrite, wasn’t she? Thinking herself above the morality of her quirk when the fact was that she was planning to use it for nefarious purposes. Revenge wasn’t really a noble cause was it?

“I know.” Retreat was a tactic used to regroup, make new strategies, go back into the field with a new outlook. “I guess I just never thought much about it all. I mean, betas don’t really need self defense, you know?”

And omegas were never taught it.

“But they have the choice to get it.” Mina poked her side “We can teach you.”

“Yeah, between Mina and me you can certainly catch a few points.” Ochako landed on top of the fence before sitting down next to her “And then maybe we can ask one of the guys to spar with you just so you get a feel for an opponent that’s bigger than you.”

One by one, the rocks tumbled down to earth. Ah, delayed release. Ochako really was getting so good with her quirk. Lia couldn’t be prouder.

“I’d say Kirishima or Kaminari.” Mina supplied with a thoughtful hum. Lia didn’t know either of the two that her friend had mentioned, but she also didn’t really make it a thing to get acquainted with the guards or soldiers. She knew the scholars and most regular servants, but besides that she hadn’t really tried to meet the people around her. The lesser ties the better. It would already hurt like a bitch to leave her two best friends.

“Kaminari would be better, he’s…” Ochako struggled with a word, Mina supplied it for her.

“Dumb?”

“Dense, Mina. Don’t be mean.” Laughter bloomed between the friends, and Lia’s heart was suddenly full of love for them. Mina and Ochako were worried about her, wanted to make sure that she was safe. It was nice and warm and she couldn’t have asked for better people, could she?

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” Pink curls were fluffed and a tongue was stuck out, which brought another round of laughter.

Of course it had to be ruined.

“You!” Three pair of eyes followed the sound of the voice to its source. Prince Katsuki Bakougo was standing on the other side of the field, to his right there was that red haired man again. He had a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, as if that would prevent him from walking towards the trio.

Katsuki shrugged the hand off his shoulders, hands splayed wide behind him. Lia tilted her head in confusion before her eyes widened as he propelled himself forward with twin explosions, eating the distance between them in just a few seconds. He was seething with anger, scowl turning a face that would be quite handsome into something terrifying. “Do you think you can use your stupid quirk on whoever you want? On me?”

“Last time I checked, quirk usage was permitted.” Ochako tilted her head to the side and Lia almost wanted to tell her to not make herself a target. But her friend could handle herself much better than the brunette ever could, plus, she had a point.

Crimson eyes narrowed at her friend “So they suddenly don’t teach manners to the rabble?”

His friend finally reached them, shaking his head before waving a hand at her friends. “Oh hey, Uraraka, Ashido.”

“Kiri, you can’t tell me you’re friends with him.” Mina puffed her cheeks in a fake pout. Kiri? Was this the Kirishima they had been speaking about? He looked so relaxed, even with a fuming prince next to him.

“Don’t fucking ignore me!” Kirishima clapped Katsuki on the back with a laugh.

“C’mon, Bakougo, you can’t still be pissed she got the drop no you.” That was not the sanest thing to say to the prince when mere hours had passed since their encounter. So it had been a blow to his ego that she had sneaked on him, not that she had used her quirk. That… sort of made sense with what she knew of him so far. “When you fight Deku you pay no attention to your surroundings, I’ve told you that’s a really bad flaw.”

“Fucking shut up.” Katsuki growled, pushing his friend away before taking a few steps towards her, palms crackling with barely contained explosions. “I’m just going to teach her a little lesson. That’s all.” Kirishima shook his head “Gotta make her learn her place in the hierarchy, you know?”

“Ah, it’s your funeral.” A shrug of thick shoulders, body leaning against one of the bigger boulders on the ground. His red gaze was warm as he appraised the three girls near the fence. “You really should learn about your subjects before threatening their friends.”

Fitful confusion appeared on the blonde’s face “Uh? What the fuck you’re talking about?” Ochako moved faster than Lia had seen her move before, made her wonder if she had never deactivated her quirk on herself. One moment she was next to her, the next she was touching Katsuki’s chest, his body loosing balance as he panicked by the sudden lack of weight.

Ochako grinned at him before simply pushing him upward, giving him enough momentum to actually rise at an alarming speed. “What the fuck?” he tried to use his explosions to get back into the ground, but he miscalculated, used to gravity taking its toll on his body. Lia winced as Katsuki hit the ground with an awful crack, oh god, please let him be alive.

Cursing was a relief. He was scratched up and bleeding but fine, that meant that they couldn’t blame Ochako of murdering the second in line, good, that was good. Katsuki cleaned the trail of blood that came from the cut on his forehead, staring at the red liquid with a frown before his murdering intent was square on her friend. “What the fuck is wrong with you women?”

“From what Lia told us, you were going to end up burning the library down. And right now you were about to attack an unarmed civilian.” Mina was careful with her words, but there was still some sort of glee behind them. “All they did was stop a dangerous situation from escalating, something that the prince should be more aware of.”

“If you’re dying for a fight, I’m free tomorrow at ten in the morning.” Ochako smiled sweetly at the prince “Unless you just like attacking people when they least expect it.”

His gaze narrowed “You’re on, cheeks. Going to fucking wipe the floor with your face.” With that he turned and started walking on the opposite direction, Kirishima giving a wave at the three omegas before following his friend.

Lia waited until they were out of earshot to speak. “That was…”

“So cool!” Mina finished for her with a wide grin, Ochako returning the smile and hugging her friends. “’Chako, I really need to watch the two of you fight! Bet it’s going to be the fight of the century.”

Another laugh “I don’t know about that.” A pause as she looked at the way the prince and Kirishima had gone “Hey, guys, he has a really strong scent, doesn’t he?”

Lia sniffed the air, there were hints of wet earth and iron, salted caramel and burning wood, but nothing overpowering. His scent had been strong when they had been in the library, but in an open field like the training grounds, she hadn’t really noticed it.

“I guess.” The darker brunette finally said, it somehow seemed like doom. First it had been the strength of Izuku’s scent to her, the way it seemed to seep into her pores whenever he was near. Now it seemed that Ochako was having a similar reaction to the other alpha prince.

“Don’t you think it’s weird he smells sweet with a kick? I mean, he just seems so…” Mina waved her hand “Prickly?”

“Salted caramel and burnt wood… And he smells like the air after an explosion, that stillness, you know? Like you’re holding your breath and your ears are ringing.” Ochako frowned “Is that even a smell?”

Lia didn’t laugh “No more than lightening is.”

Mina looked between the two of them “Maybe I need to read more, I want to be poetic like the two of you.”

That did bring a laugh out of Ochako and Lia.

✧ — ⋆ — ✧

The day had already been warm, and the night had only taken its mantle. It was good that her room had a window that she could leave open for the air to pass through, lowering the temperature of the room by a couple of degrees. It wasn’t enough but it was something.

Lia closed the book she had been reading with a groan, wondering exactly why she was even bothering with it when it didn’t seem to hold any kind of clues to Dabi’s quirk. Most of it had been first hands account of the Todoroki royal family, a pure line of fire wielders before an ice quirk had been added to the mix. She had thought that she could have gotten some kind of knowledge of the quirk’s drawbacks, so much fire power had to have some kind of downside, but nothing really gave her a glimpse into what it might be.

What if he didn’t have a drawback? Was that even possible?

No, there had to be something that she was missing. A puzzle piece that would shed light on the enigma that was Dabi. After all, even Shigaraki with his Decay quirk, a busted one at that, had the drawback of never being able to fully touch another, wasn’t that right?

There had to be balance in the world, so every strength came with a weakness. She just needed to find what it was, and that wouldn’t happen if she kept reading details about the feats of a royal line that would rather murder someone than accept their weaknesses. Perfection was a damn high objective to strive for. But from the accounts on the book, that was all that was permitted.

A muffled thud, then the sound of leather boots on wood. Lia blinked, brain trying to comprehend that the sound hadn’t come from outside the door but just behind her. From the window.

Slowly, heart hammering on her throat, the brunette turned on her seat only to be met with the pleased features of Izuku Midoriya. The prince was straightening his clothes, the fabric probably rumpled from when he had fucking jumped to her window. His scent was absent, so she guessed he had taken moonclover before deciding to do a bit more of breaking and entering.

Fucking menace.

“You really should close your window, kitten.” His voice was barely a drawl, slow but still teasing, rolling over his tongue and down her body. It was silk and honey, unbelievable soft and sweet.

“I never had to worry about intruders before, your highness.” She scowled at him, or was it at herself? At the fact that he had such an effect, that he could make goosebumps raise on her body just from some simple words and hooded tone.

Izuku smiled at her, distance being quickly eaten up by his long legs, bringing him to lean against the desk she kept in the corner of the room, a simple wooden one that could have passed by a table if it wasn’t by the ink pot and various papers and books across it. And there were twin drawers in each side, bracketing her legs when she sat in front of it, drawers that were usually locked and filled with the research she had done on the League. Kept away from prying eyes even if she was the only one who frequented her room.

Well, at least she had been.

Until Izuku had broken into her room that was.

“Wrong title.” Two fingers tapped her cheek drawing a frown of confusion to her features, his laugh only making it worse. “Did you forget already? The deal.”

“How can I forget it?” her lips pursed into a pout, arms crossing over her chest, and it didn’t escape her notice how his eyes dipped to the way her breasts were pushed together. Her sleeping gown was light and airy, it left her shoulders and decolletage bare to his gaze. It wasn’t like Lia had been expecting him to come, she had been ready to bed after finishing up the book, not a nightly visit.

Which did beg the question…

“What are you doing here?” green eyes rose to her own, his head tilting with that same smile, the one that made her wonder if she had missed some kind of joke that she should have been privy to.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

Had he? The brunette tried to think about their interactions earlier in the day, but she didn’t remember anything that was close to a semblance of him telling her he would be coming to her room. After her obvious negation of the idea, mind you. “No?”

He laughed, green curls bobbing with the movements of his shoulders, his palm cupped her cheek, thumb running circles on the soft skin before he let go. “I told you I would see you tonight.”

Confusion, then a memory of a flippant remark. So that was what he had meant when he said that before jumping out of the window. Lia should probably be less surprised by the obvious disregard for the boundaries that she had been trying to set.

“I remember telling you I didn’t want you on my room, your high…” words got cut by his thumb quickly pressing between her parted lips, right against her tongue. The omega glared at the alpha, the texture of his leather gloves not really soft but also not rough either, it was an in between that was strange having in her mouth.

“I dare you to finish that.” He was still smiling as he took his finger out of her mouth, but there was an edge to it, a teasing that he still hadn’t let go of. That same feeling that she was missing some sort of cosmic joke.

Frustration licked at her senses, and if she was frustrated, she was going to make sure that he would be feeling the effects of it.

“Your highness.” A challenging stare, eyes set on his face wanting to see that stupid smile wiped from his lips. Instead, it widened, it grew sharper. Suddenly she wasn’t feeling so frustrated anymore, rather, it was more like she was feeling cornered. Small prey against the big predator that kept playing as a lamb.

“Brat.” It was pleased, that same slow drawl that had marked his first steps into her room. His fingers splayed on her cheek before running up to her hair, massaging into the scalp. It was making her confused once again. “I can’t believe that you already forgot one of the rules?”

“There are rules?” it was an innocent question, confusion deepening because she didn’t even remember there having been any kind of rules when they had discussed their deal. It was her submission for his silence, nothing more, and nothing less.

“Yes.” He was speaking as if she should have known it.

“Well, you never told me about any rules.” Lia shook his touch as she raised from the chair, huffing in irritation. His hand fell to his side, green eyes narrowing at her frame, as if he was hurt that she had taken a step away from him. It was easier this way, being away from him. It also helped that she couldn’t smell him, just the undertones of alpha that still clung to his skin. “So don’t look so upset, your highness.”

A thoughtful hum “Alright. I guess I did not voice the rest of the rules.” A wry smile was given “But I fully remember telling you what to call me.”

Knowledge only dawned on her after a full heartbeat later, words that had flamed her temper, ones that she had pointedly ignored and promptly forgot about. Lips opened as breath rushed past them, eyes widening at the realization that yes, they were completely alone, privacy contained by a thick wood door.

“There’s your smart brain working.” He slid into the chair without much preamble, and Lia wondered if he would be fine sitting in the simple piece of furniture. Wasn’t he used to padded seats? Something more luxurious?

“Still doesn’t mean you told me about other rules.” His fingers drummed on the surface of the desk, body relaxed and almost soft in the moonlight filtering through the window. It gave him a silver tint that was so pretty it almost hurt. He was rugged and soft at the same time, grace hidden beneath a slick frame.

Izuku patted his thigh with a hand, earning a curious glance.

“Come sit.” It wasn’t a request and it wasn’t voiced like one. His tone though not raised, had a certain hard quality to it. He was leaving no threads for her to pick apart, no way for her to willingly forget that he wasn’t requesting, he was demanding.

Lia sighed and sat down on his lap, hands resting on thick thighs as she tried to get comfortable, adjustments being made with wiggles of her hips that had him shaking in a barely contained chuckle. When she was finally settled, her arms came to cross over her chest. He watched her for what seemed like restless minutes but couldn’t be more than a couple of seconds, and then his right hand reached for the book that had laid forgotten on top of the desk.

“Don’t bother.” The brunette huffed out the words, staring at the book with disdain evident in her features. “All it talks about is the Todoroki line’s successes and accomplishments. The strength of their quirk, the blaze at which it burns.”

He regarded the book before placing it back on the desk “Is that why you were reading it?”

“Isn’t that why you were going to read it?” she countered, green eyes following the path his hand took to settle on her thigh, palm heavy and warm even through the leather and cotton of their garments. “Trying to find the chink in the armor that is Dabi’s powers?”

His free hand moved to put a strand of hair over her ear, fingers then threading through the rest of it, combing the tangles from the day, the ones that she had yet to brush before she braided her hip long hair. The feeling of him petting her hair was nice, comforting, almost domestic in a way. A slow soft purr was given, startling the both of them, snuffing it out as soon as it began.

“You can purr?” Izuku seemed delighted, his motions never faltering while the hand on her thigh squeezed once, as if he was reassuring her that his words were meant to be a praise.

“All omegas can purr.” It was a residue of the animal they had been, before they had evolved, left the furs and sharp teeth behind. The green haired prince gave a nod of his head, and from the corner of her eyes Lia could see just how pleased he was by the fact that he had managed to wrench it out of her.

“So is it just an hormonal thing? What you take, I mean.” He was distracted by his vein of reasoning now, and Lia could only blink as he continued. “It must be if you can still purr when feeling content, but your scent is definitively gone, as if you never had it in the first place. Which would also have to deal with the pheromones you exude.” He was getting excited at the new information. “I have so many questions on how you managed to do that.”

A sigh left her lips “Family recipe.” Was all she said. How could she begin to explain that she came from a line of omegas? That there had been trial and error to develop the concoction? That even after decades it hadn’t been perfected enough for safe consumption? That it took them a couple of months to make it good enough that they weren’t sick for days after it. If it hadn’t been for Mina’s quirk and knowledge of poisons and acids, they probably wouldn’t have made it.

He was silent, probably trying to prompt her into telling him more. But her lips were sealed, and the key was going to be taken to her grave. If the recipe fell into the wrong hands… What stopped pheromones and heats could very well be used to induce them. There were already drugs strong enough for that, aphrodisiacs and enhancers, but the opposite of such a strong potion would certainly line even the deepest pockets.

“You never answered me.” Lia said instead, shifting once more on his lap so she was slightly turned towards him. At his quizzical look, she just tilted her head “If you were or not trying to find Dabi’s weakness.”

“I was.” The words were easily out of his lips, she was jealous of how quick he had been to reply to her. “There has to be something.” The corners of his lips slid down in a displeased expression “Even my own quirk comes with drawbacks.” The last part was low, and if it hadn’t been for how close they were, the brunette probably wouldn’t have heard it.

Lia thought of the scars she had seen on his hand earlier, wondered if they followed a path up his arm, maybe even towards his chest and back? When he fucked her mouth he hadn’t taken any of his clothes off, rather, he’d just slipped them down enough for his length to be freed.

“He can raze entire villages to the ground.” The hand on her thigh was higher she noticed, and fingers clenched on the soft skin through her shift. It was forceful and bordering on painful “I have never seen such fire power before, not even from Shoto.” He let out a frustrated breath “There has to be a way of negating his quirk too.”

Lia looked at her fingers, thinking about the feeling of holding Katsuki down, the threads that had connected the two and allowed her to control his body. She could stop Dabi… maybe. A minute was enough time for someone to do enough damage, but she was still thinking of facing the League alone, so there would be no help.

“Do you think…” she paused trying to word things correctly “When will they have enough to attack?”

“Soon I would guess.” Izuku gave her a contemplating look “They still haven’t recovered from loosing three omegas they had promised for alliances, but they’re recouping ground quicker than expected.”

“They must be stopped.” It was a statement born from deep seated vengeance and the thought of what would happen if they weren’t stopped. How many more lives would be lost to the destruction they wrought if they were allowed to lead an entire nation?

“We’re working on that.” His tone was as soothing as his presence, and Lia thought about the political mission that his brother had left on, then Aiwaza and Nezu. They were trying to get their own alliances, furthering the connections of the kingdom so they could be led if need ever arose. “We could work even better if you admitted your plan to me.”

Lia blinked “My plan?” Her plan was malformed, an obvious glaring hole in it due to the fact she could barely use her quirk efficiently. Not when it came to living beings. Not when they pulled at the strings with such a vicious reaction. “It’s no plan, really.” Just an idea, a thought. Probably a glaring mistake.

“I take that as not yet.” Izuku was once more frustrated at her, Lia could tell, but it didn’t really matter. Whether or not she decided to share her little plan with him was up to her. “I’ll find out eventually.” It was a threat disguised as a promise, or maybe it was both, either way it left her a little breathless at the prospect.

It really wouldn’t do harm to tell the prince about the plan, but the brunette also didn’t wish to give him any more pieces of herself.

“I have to say, though, I’m disappointed there really wasn’t a nest.” His pointed stare diverted to the bed. Besides a few more pillows than was required, it was awfully well put together. It also smelled like clean linen.

“There’s no point in nesting when I have no scent.” She had tried a couple of times when she felt a little homesick, grief catching up to her and bringing her under. But they always felt so wrong she ended up tearing them apart with tears and sobs. Lia had given up the third time it had happened, sobs wracking her small body so hard she had eventually tired herself out and slept on the floor. “Just… The softness feels empty without a comforting scent.”

“Will you ever give it up?” the brunette stilled at the question. Pondered it over as her head fell back into his palm, he had stopped running it through her hair some time ago, choosing instead to hold it at the nape of her head.

“No.” It was a sad whisper, thoughts of what she would be loosing deep set inside of her. But there was so much more to be won by playing the part of the beta, even when she didn’t think she’d survive much if she went after the League. “The world isn’t kind to omegas.”

Izuku let his tongue swipe over the front of his teeth in contemplation “That is true.” It was a displeased sort of drawl “I’ll have to fix it then.”

Laughter knocked the air out of her “You can’t fix it what’s been broken for generations.”

His smile was lazy and predatory “I’ve spent my whole life exceeding expectations, kitten.” His confident tone made her daydream about how a world with less bias would be. How it would feel to be able to fully be herself, with her scent in the air and confidence in her stride. How Ochako could rub it in her rivals faces that they had been bested by an omega. How Mina could effortlessly weave her dangerous knowledge without worry of being called out for not being the meek submissive thing. The image was hazy, murky, like it was but a distant dream. Really distant, like the horizon you could never reach because it was just an imaginary line.

“I hope you manage it.” She began with a soft sigh, eyes falling to the sky she could see through her window. “But my faith is that you will fail.”

“Have faith in me, omega.”

Her eyes returned to him only to blink in surprise, her designation felt almost sinful coming out from his lips. Made her body warm in the strangest of ways. Instinct wasn’t suppressed by the concoction, and it had been made obvious from the beginning that Izuku Midoriya was a menace to it.

“I just know the world, alpha.” She hadn’t expected the growl that left his lips, or the tilt of her own voice as the word slipped past her own. It had been an attempt to ruffle his feathers, and it apparently had worked. Just not in the way that she had anticipated, not when she could feel the growing hardness against the back of her thighs.

“I think I just found a title I like better than Master.” He laughed, still a bit heavy with what she deduced was arousal, but it was amused and light. Lia really liked his laugh, a lot. He leaned forward, nose running over her jaw “Tell me, kitten, did you touch yourself after I left you?”

A flush arose on her cheeks at the mention of the hour or so they had spent together, when he had discovered her secret and blackmailed her into their current arrangement. “No.” She was truthful, and even more spiteful at the reminder of her unfulfilled arousal. “I actually didn’t think about doing it.” Not when she had been pissed off at him for denying her the orgasm that she had craved.

He seemed surprised at that “You don’t touch yourself?”

Oh god, she could feel the heat of her cheeks. Knew for a fact that the pink had turned red with her embarrassment. It didn’t help that his hand had decided to slip under her shift, the fabric bunching around his wrist as his fingers pressed in circles on her inner thigh. Lia opened her mouth, once, twice, only to close it and take a deep breath before she could actually answer him. “That’s not it.” A huff, warmth blooming in her center as he kept petting the inside of her thighs. He wasn’t even close to her core, but it was still really nice. Maybe it was the possibility of him touching her that, the anticipation, that had her holding her breath.

“So you do?”

Another huff, a beat of silence and a small “Yes.”

His hand shifted to her hip, the other sliding to the other side so he could pick her up and move her from his lap to the desk. The brunette was confused, legs pressing together as he grabbed her knees and tugged on them. It was obvious what he wanted her to do, but she didn’t really plan to have him stare at her cunt, that was way too embarrassing.

“Your highness.” Green eyes slid to her as his hands stilled, she blinked her eyes at the obvious displeasure on his face before she remembered the stupid title that he wanted her to call him. It wasn’t like she was doing it on purpose, or maybe it kind of was. The detail just kind of slipped away from her mind as if it wasn’t important.

“Pick a number.” His voice was light, fingers forgoing their place on her knee to wander up her thighs, nails lightly scrapping at the pale skin.

Lia didn’t really understand where it was going, head tilting to the side in contemplation. There had to be something planned, right? His touch was distracting “Uh… Seven?” that was a nice number, right? Her personal favorite was three, but for some reason, she didn’t think that he’d be pleased with it. He appeared thoughtful for a minute or so, as if he was throwing the number around his head. The sound of the chair scrapping against the floor had her jumping on her skin, eyes wide as she stared at Izuku as he raised to his feet.

It seemed she should have been worried as she easily flipped her over, bending her over the desk, the corner digging into her hips as her weight settled on it. The weirdest thing was the fact that she wasn’t bothered by the fact that Izuku was manhandling her, rather, she could feel that same warmth spread over her body, collecting between her legs. She didn’t really know what to think about it, neither did she have time to as her shift was pulled up her body, white fabric being bunched up at her waist. Though the night was warm, it still brought goosebumps across the skin that had been uncovered, head turning so she could look at him over her shoulder.

His hands splayed over her ass, one cheek in each hand, thumbs just close enough to her heat that it had Lia biting her lip. Strangely enough, his eyes moved to hers, smile on his face, it left her puzzled before she noticed from the corner of her eye as his right hand lifted from her, up, up and then in a resounding smack, down again.

It wasn’t painful per se, there was a sting that faded as quick as it came, warmth blooming across the reddened skin. What it had been was surprising, startling her into gasping much to his obvious pleasure. “What the fuck?”

His smile broadened into a grin “I was hoping you’d have picked higher.” He confessed with a teasing tilt to his tone, hands kneading her flesh almost absentmindely “Don’t think you’re going to learn with just seven hits.”

Lia blinked at him “Learn?”

A nod “How to properly address me, kitten.” Oh, the whole master thing. He did say that she was going to receive punishment for breaking that rule, didn’t he?

“I did address you properly.” A roll of her eyes and another hit of his hand, this time his left one. Redness and warmth spread over the left side of her ass making her squirm against the unyeilding surface of the desk. “And while we’re at it, you’re going to become aware of the rest of the rules.”

A roll of her eyes and a huff “Fine, whatever.”

Displeased with her dismissive behavior, his left hand raised from her body to tangle in her hair, grabbing a fistful of brown tresses and pulling until her back arched off the desk. “I would have never expected you to be such a brat.” Mirth was plainly displayed on his tone and it made her huff. “No, really. I knew you had a temper after I saw you put one or two soldiers down a peg. But I never thought you’d be this difficult.”

“So what? Gonna leave me hanging every time I don’t play the perfect little slave?”

“Where in our arrangement was written that I had to get you off?” he countered in a taunt that left her breathless, as if she had suddenly forgot to breathe. “I asked for your submission as a bargaining chip, kitten, I never said your pleasure mattered.”

She had just assumed it would matter. That it was an integral part of the whole damn thing, her submission meant this kind of stupid games, and now he was telling her that he was just going to get his fill and then leave her behind in the dust?

“You’re in luck, though, I’m nice.” That was a damn lie, he was a menace that was what he was, someone that made her rethink everything that went around her. Someone that left her reeling with how much she actually wanted him now that he was close. He could be her destruction, but in a way she kind of hoped that he could be her salvation too. A snort was given and Izuku hummed at the outburst “If you had behaved that first night, I would have made you come, kitten. I had planned on it.” A slight smile “Though I guess I’m very surprised a little virgin like you got wet just from sucking cock.”

Oh, his words were filthy and it left her squirming on his grasp at the feelings the words elicited in her.

“Who says I haven’t done everything but penetration before?”

“Have you?” his question was amused.

Lia tensed, pursed her lips together, thinking about lying, about telling him of the various experiences she had after her village was attacked. But in the end, Lia simply deflated and tiredly muttered “No.”

“Thought so.” She hated how smug he sounded, it shouldn’t bring the sort of delicious warmth that settled on her belly, but somehow it did. Lia was obviously hopeless when it came to the damn alpha, wasn’t she? How much easier her life would have been if he hadn’t noticed her, if she had kept a lower profile. “This is how this is going to work, kitten. You’re up for seven hits, and for each one, you’re going to repeat the rule I will tell you and apologize.”

“Ok.” Sounded easy enough, really, just spew back some words while he was hitting her ass. Easy. She had more than enough fat between the muscle and skin that his hands couldn’t hurt that much, right? A warning tug on her hair, what was he expecting? She was already starting to get sore from arching her bag for a while. Another few seconds of silence, stretchy but at the same time stiff, and then a groan from her as she remembered what he wanted. “Fine, ugh. Ok, master.” It was said with as much vitriol as she could muster.

“Better. We need to work on that attitude, though.” He mused with a chuckle before continuing “When alone, you will address me properly as master.” A pause as he added “Or alpha.”

A slap was given to her ass, short but packed with force, actually drawing a surprised hiss out of her at the sting. It ebbed away into warmth that settled strangely close to her core just by the thought of how she was at his mercy. “When alone, I’ll address you properly as Master or Alpha.” Lia parroted without much interest, adding after a beat of silence “I’m sorry, Master.”

He hummed pleased and slackened his hold, hand still on her hair but now Lia could settle better into the desk, releasing the strain in her muscles from having her back arched.

“Unless given permission, you are not to touch yourself.”

A hit. She repeated his words back to him with an added apology, said through clenched teeth because how dare he manipulate when she would be touching herself?! God, she wanted to hit him in the head. Her hands were clutching her own arms, trapped beneath her own weight, it wasn’t like she could find purchase anywhere else.

“You will be honest with me when you answer my questions.”

A third hit, another repeat of his words and the apology. So far Lia had been quite honest with him if she answered his questions, the other half she simply ignored that he had asked her a question. So it wasn’t like this one would be hard to keep.

“When we’re alone together, you’re going to obey my orders.”

Wasn’t that a given? Still, she parroted the words after he hit her ass and tacked on the apology like he wanted. Her skin was starting to get sensitive, each hit increasing in strength and leaving a lasting sting and warmth. Lia couldn’t help but think the combination of being under his control and the warmth in her skin was heady, leaving her brain somewhat fuzzy and her center aching. How could she be enjoying this humiliating display?

“That’s all the rules, actually.” He seemed amused by that fact, the brunette didn’t really care much about how many they were. He could have one hundred of them and she still would try and find loopholes to exploit. “So I guess now you just need to apologize.”

That would be easier. Lia hummed in agreement and wiggled her ass a little, drawing a laugh out of him, one that belied the strength behind his next hit. Lia hissed at the sting, his hand splaying against the sensitive skin and rubbing it in a soothing manner before his other hand came down with the exact same strength on the other cheek. Two consecutive apologies were given after a beat of silence, anticipation causing her to clench her muscles, made the final slap hurt like a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Tears had been brought to the corner of her eyes, not even near enough to spilling but all she could feel was the heat radiating from her abused skin… and straight into her cunt. And it was awfully humiliating how he grabbed both cheeks, hand finally leaving her hair to part them, give him a sight of her wet nether lips.

She wasn’t drenched, not by a wide margin. But she was still wet. Aroused. Turned on. It wasn’t even the spanking in itself that had caused it, though it did aid in some way. It was the knowledge that he was in control of it all. That he could do whatever pleased with her. It was ridiculous and she wanted to slap herself.

His thumb traced the outline of her, bringing a shiver to wrack across her body at the soft ministrations. “You liked this more than you thought you would, didn’t you?”

A non committal hum earned her another slap on the already abused skin of her ass, body squirming under the attention, breath coming out in a gasp. “Hey! You said seven.”

“That was before you decided to keep being a brat.” Lia huffed and tried to find her footing on the floor to right herself, that earned her yet another slap. “Is it hard to admit that you actually enjoy this?”

“Yes.” She was being petulant, in a way she knew it. But why did he want her to admit that the thought of doing this kind of things with him wasn’t unpleasant? That the way he kept controlled their time together was awfully arousing for some reason? She would never have expected that actually submitting to an alpha would have pleased her this much. It was silly and humiliating. Just how much she was actually enjoying it all.

Izuku laughed at that, body pressing against her own, weight settling on top of her and making want shoot through her veins like lightening. She could feel the outline of his erection against the soft flesh of her thighs, and that wasn’t even counting the absolute mass of him when compared to her smaller frame. He could destroy her if he wanted. She wanted him to destroy her.

The thought had her flushing a deep red, soft hiss escaping her when he pressed further against her thighs, the fabric of his shirt scrapping against her sore ass, it should have been unpleasant, instead, she found herself clenching in need. A hand wrapped around her throat while the other collected the wetness between her lower lips, trailed down until he found her clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through her, thighs pressing together to alleviate the dull ache of arousal that it elicited, her fingers curled against her palms and her teeth worried her bottom lip.

It was nice, good, she wanted more. But his weight on top of her prevented Lia from actually wiggling her hips to get him to move his fingers. To have him rubbing her clit and bringing her to orgasm. The one that he owed her since that night.

And yet, the fact that he was holding her still, making her take what he gave and unable to search for more was making her actually pant from desire. He could have done anything to her and she would have taken it. Her forehead pressed against the cool wood of the desk when he finally, fucking finally, started to rub soft circles on her clit, building up the coil of pleasure that started to gather right under her navel.

“Think you can cum just from having your clit rubbed?” his question was said in such a light tone that for a couple of seconds she could only blink at the wall. But the silence that fell on them was enough for her to understand that he did wish for an answer.

So she gave it to him with honesty “That’s how I do it, Master.” The title seemed to slip easier from her lips when there was pleasure clouding her judgment. The little pleased hum he gave washed over her like a caress, making her shudder underneath him.

“You never tried to have anything inside of you?”

How could she explain it to him without sounding stupid or weird? “My fingers just don’t cut it.” It was like she they were not enough, that she couldn’t get properly filled by them. Though she guessed most she had tried was two, but then the position had been weird…

Her train of thought got cut by his finger sinking into her core, green eyes blinking as her walls hugged the digit tightly, unused to the obstruction. It felt bigger than her own, after all, it was bigger. But there was also something kind of illicit brewing inside of her at the thought that it was his finger breaching her. “Oh.” Lia breathed out, clenching reflexively.

“Why?” his moved his hand, not to pull away but so his thumb could find her clit again, rubbing tiny circles on it that actually had her seeing stars behind her eyelids.

“Too short, too small, I don’t know.” Her voice was foreign to her, panted and heavy and too lewd to be her own. But it had fallen from her lips. “I tried two but it never felt as good as just rubbing my clit did.” She should be embarrassed that she was telling him all of that, but really, she was beyond rational thought by that point. All she could concentrate was the way he was touching her, with little circles on her clit that were becoming faster and his finger unyielding inside of her.

Her breath hitched as he slowly slipped a second finger inside, the stretch so delicious it had her trembling and panting in need. It felt so much nicer than her own fingers, his were thicker, longer, made her feel full in a way that she couldn’t understand but that brought her pleasure anyway. Lia whined when his thumb was removed from her clit, but it was for the greater good as he began to move his fingers.

Green eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensation of them dragging in and out of her, aided by the fact that by then, she was drenched. “I think you just like to be stretched.” To prove his point, he parted his fingers inside of her, making her clench so hard on them she thought she would actually break them. He laughed breathely “That’s going to feel really good when it’s my cock spreading your tight cunt.”

The only thing dirtier than his words was the movement of his fingers. They were back together, thrusting in and out of her at a quickening pace that left her moaning and quivering underneath him, she probably would be trashing and trying to buck her hips if his weight didn’t keep her pinned. And that helplessness only aided the arousal swirling like a hurricane through her body.

“Would you like that, kitten? You’ve had it in your mouth before, didn’t you? You know just how much it’s going to stretch this tight little hole of yours.” He laughed at her high pitched whine, and fuck, it burned when he pushed a third finger inside. But it was a good kind of burn, one that was going to leave her sore and spent and oh so pleased.

“Please.” More of his weight rested on her, the hand on her throat tightened to the point breathing came a little harder. Together with the movement of his fingers it left her empty of everything but the burning arousal scorching paths through her veins.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He was giving her what he thought he should give, nothing more and nothing less. Controlled, dominant, alpha. Her whines crescendoed alongside her moans, thighs quivering as she came closer and closer to the peak, to that sensation of tensing and relaxing at the same time.

Even the little twitches of pain that came from her still sensitive ass aided the arousal. God, she was in absolute purgatory, trying to reach heaven by any means possible.

“Please what?”

“Please, Master.” She chocked out between moans, fingers trying to find purchase on something but only meeting smooth wood.

It did seem that those were the combination of words that he wanted to hear, his thumb returned to her clit and after a particular hand thrust of his fingers, she was clenching around them with a chocked sob. Her body tensed as her high crashed and then she simply relaxed, boneless against the table because holy fuck, was that how every orgasm because of a partner felt like?

Izuku slipped his fingers from her, the sensation strange after being so full of them, feeling empty, clenching around nothing in reaction as well as aftershocks of her orgasm. The hand on her throat made a path towards her shoulder blades, keeping her against the desk. Like she was even thinking of moving a muscle for the next hour or so. Lia just felt so good, relaxed and content.

Her post orgasmic bliss was only heightened as suddenly his scent hit her out of nowhere, the scent blocker he had used wearing off. The brunette was hit by pine and leather and lightening, the scent enveloping her, darker with his arousal. And then she felt warmth hitting the back of her thighs and the curve of her ass. Curiosity made her look over her shoulder, breath hitching at the sight of the prince fisting his own cock, cum dribbling down the head and towards his fingers.

“Good girl.” His voice was satisfied, length softening in his grasp, and then his next words had instinct flaring up inside of her, loud purr echoing on the room. “Good omega.”

Her eyes closed, purring still rolling on her chest even as their combined release on her skin was starting to cool down, becoming stickier by the second. She was so blissed out she didn’t even notice him move around her room, not until he was cleaning the mess between her legs - her own cause; and the one on her thighs and ass - his own. The cloth on her ass brought a hiss about, purr dropping but still there.

“Yeah, you’re going to be sore for a few days.” He didn’t sound apologetic.

Lia snorted at him, eyes opening as she finally moved, straightening herself, shift falling back in place as she stood to her full height, it wasn’t much when the top of her head only reached his chin, but it was more than if she had been bent over the desk. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“Can’t help it.” He laughed, warm and jovial and ah, her purring was back to full volume. The brunette hoped that everyone near was asleep or that they mistook her for an overly friendly cat that snuck into the castle. “I made an omega purr.”

“Not by making my ass red.”

“No, by making you come around my fingers.”

Lia choked on a laugh, too at ease around Izuku in the haze of what had been the best orgasm she had… ever. Not that she had much grounds for comparison when the previous ones had been made by her fumbling fingers.

“You’re stinking up my room.” She chided instead of giving him a remark, it was also a wake up call for her because she wasn’t half as bothered by his scent permeatting her room as she thought she would be. And it was mortifying when she wondered if he would give her something with his scent for her to add to her bed.

“I didn’t think the moonclover would wear off so quickly.” He was kind of apologetic, but still pleased with himself, she could notice it in the way his eyes were still warm and shiny.

“The more you use it the less effective it becomes, that’s the side effect of moonclover.” But if you added a few more ingredients you could counteract it effectively, she could have told him, but then maybe she wouldn’t get to smell him and the omega in her whined at the mere thought.

“I’ll find a replacement.” Izuku promised while she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Just don’t scent my room and we’ll be fine.” Oh wow, she could be nonchallant it seemed. What was wrong with her? And why hadn’t she stopped purring yet?

The prince straddled the window he had come from before putting both legs on the other side, sitting on the windowsill with a grin “I’ll see you around, kitten.”

For the second time that day, he jumped out of the window, probably using his quirk to land safely or something of the sort. Lia didn’t bother to close the window, she still felt like her body was on another plane, so she just moved to the bed, discarding the cloth he had used to clean her, snorting as he had left it on top of her bed. Laying down, she fluffed a couple of the pillows and moved them until they were just right for her to settle into them. As her brain started to get rid of the fog from their encounter, realization swept over her at the fact that he hadn’t promised her he wouldn’t scent her room. Izuku had taken a page out of her book and simply redirected her attention to something else.

She couldn’t find it in herself to care, though it didn’t change a tested and true fact.

He was a fucking menace.

[mlmxreader]

Humanity | Max Rockatansky x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Max Rockatansky: Hi, hi!! May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for Max Rockatansky X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Wait for me on the other side"+"Fuck you!"+"You're a fucking asshole" Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: it's Max's idea, and although you know it would be his own fault, the thought of not having him around is too much to cope with.

tws: swearing, mild violence

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“Wait for me on the other side.”

Max’s grumbling, thunderous words echoed in your head as you sighed and looked over the pile of rubble that the bridge had become; it was his decision, his stupid idea, and although you worried that he had gotten himself killed, you couldn’t help but to remind yourself that it was his idea in the first place, and it would have been his own fault if he did. But you wanted him to come back, you needed him to come back.

Who else was going to dance with you when the moon was up high and the only audible sound was his occasional huff and grumble?

Who else was going to roll their eyes at you when you made a stupid joke that wasn’t so much funny as much as it was terrible?

You needed Max. You really did. He was the one thing that kept you normal amongst a barren wasteland filled with inhumanity. He was the one reason why you were still human, even though nobody would have blamed you for not being such given the circumstances.

With Max at your side, you were normal, you were human; you could laugh and smile, you could dance and sing, you could feel skin on yours and know that you were not alone. To know that you had a friend, someone to rely on, someone to talk to. Someone to share the burden with you when you couldn’t carry it alone.

With Max at your side, you were human. Without him, you dreaded to think what would happen. You sank to your knees, running a hand down your face as you finally let yourself break.

Heaving loudly before letting out an agonising scream that left your throat raw and stinging, aching, snot dribbling down your nose and tears cascading down your cheeks leaving great wet trenches in their wake. You whimpered, hyperventilating and desperately trying to catch your breath - only to scream again, and again, and again.

Until all you could do was kneel there, sobbing and whimpering Max’s name over and over and over again.

Until you were left there, hands planted in the rocky sand, weeping.

You weren’t sure how long you had been there, or if you were even still alive anymore, and if you were honest, with Max gone, you didn’t really care anymore; everything was grey, bleak and dull.

Everything was numb and cold, you were tired and ached everywhere; you could feel a sharp sting in the base of your neck, and when a shadow loomed over you, all you could do was hope that they would kill you.

You closed your eyes, about to accept your fate, when you felt a hand upon the back of your neck, and a soft grumble hit your ears.

“Get up.”

You looked up, vision still blurred from tears that you tried to shake away by blinking a few times. You swallowed thickly, getting to your feet and meeting Max’s gaze; you couldn’t help it, swinging for him and causing him to take a few steps back as he clenched his jaw and held his cheek.

He couldn’t blame you, you looked devastated at the thought of him no longer being there; you were constant companions, and if he was honest, he had hoped that if he was going to die, he would do so with you at his side.

“Fuck you!” You yowled, an animal in severe pain. Wounded and scarred. “Fuck you! You fucking cunt!”

Max nodded slowly. “Let it out.”

You were hitting his chest as you cried, and when you were too weak to hit him again, Max slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight to him, bodies flush like he always liked; he couldn’t bring himself to say the actual words, he really couldn’t, but he knew that you would know that he was sorry by the way he held you so closely, by the wetness that smeared against you when you brushed his cheeks.

“You’re a fucking asshole, an absolute cunt,” you wept, clinging onto him so tightly, never wanting to let go again. “You’re a fucking vile man, you’re a fucking bastard.”

Max nodded, grumbling under his breath as he sighed and kept you as close as he could; chewing at the inside of his top lip until it bled. Until he could taste the copper on his tongue as he sighed and licked his lips to try and get rid of the metallic taste.

He couldn’t say he wouldn’t have reacted the same, he probably would have. He could understand the anger and the upset, but he wished that you knew how sorry he was; it was the only way to ensure survival for you both, the only way to keep going through the barren wasteland that the world had become.

He sniffled, rubbing your back gently as he let out a quiet whimper from the back of his throat, words lodged just beneath his adams apple; it felt like it was stuffed with cotton, thoroughly blocked as he sighed heavily and shook his head, holding onto you as tightly as he could without making you think that you couldn’t break away from him.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you muttered after a while. “I, uhm, I’m sorry for hitting you…”

“It’s fine,” Max grumbled. “No harm done.”

You nodded, sniffling as you swallowed thickly and cleared your throat. “I don’t know how I’d ever… how I’d survive without you… you’re… fuck, Max, you’re my humanity.”

He nodded again, pouting slightly as he pushed you away just so he could look into your eyes for a second; he sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned forward and gently smacked his head against yours, letting his hand rest at the back of your neck as he whined under his breath.

Max couldn’t even begin to tell you about how relieved he was that things had worked out, that you had been reunited after what seemed like years even though it must have only been a few hours - but he hoped you knew.

He had a feeling you did, at least.

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

To Help or To Hunt ch. 2

Warnings: Intentional fearplay, intense dehumanization (calling a person an it, controlling them, etc), blood/injury mention, implied vore mention (doesn't happen), fearplay with mal intent, hurt no comfort (yet)

Words: 1012

Summary: Wilbur takes his prize back to his room to see how far he can push the tiny.

"Welcome back, sir. Dinner is being served in the lounge. It's gold plated steak and caviar tonight." The doorman greeted Wilbur's employer with a hat tip. 

Wilbur walked into the ship after him, unsurprised when the doorman pretended he was invisible. He followed his employer up to the lounge where a plate of tough and generally unwanted steak bits was shoved into his hands and then he was shooed away. 

He walked to the worker's quarters, trying to ignore the shifting in his pocket. At least the tiny had enough sense to not alert anyone else by swearing so the other humans could hear. Wilbur just hoped the tiny wasn't soaking his favorite pair of jeans with blood.

The door was the only well made thing in Wilbur's quarters. It shut and locked with a satisfying click. Wilbur put his plate down on the three-legged table while he tried not to hit his head on the low ceiling. He threw his coat in the general direction of his bed and stared down at his angrily wiggling pocket. He poked the tiny form, only pissing it off more.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU GIANT FUCKING BITCH!" The tiny yelled. Wilbur raised an eyebrow in amusement. He really didn't give up, did he?

Wilbur hooked his fingers around the tiny's waist and pulled him out of the pocket and set him on the table next to the steak. He probably would have put the tiny on another surface if any of them weren't covered in stuff, but it would also be kinda funny to see his reaction.

So far, though, the tiny seemed too focused on cussing him out to notice his surroundings. Good thing the lower decks of the ship were far too noisy for anyone to notice.

Besides, how could Wilbur resist a little more fun at the expense of this tiny?

Wilbur sat at the table and slammed his hands down on the table on either side of the boy. It worked exactly as planned, making the stream of curse words bubble to a halt. For a second, the surprise on the tiny's face cracked the facade and he could see right into its soul. It didn't last long, but it made Wilbur realize it was possible. A smirk made its way onto his face.

"I s-said–" The tiny started to stutter, but Wilbur talked over it, uninterested.

"Well, hello there, little rat. Looks like I've got myself an interesting opportunity! You know, I could probably get a few bucks if I turned you in. I've heard there's a taxidermist that'll pay top dollar on this trip even for a pathetic rodent like you." Wilbur tapped his chin, playing up deciding the tiny's fate. "I could probably make even more back home, too. What do you think? Want to spend a little more quality time with yours truly? It'll be entertaining, at least for me." He kept his eyes trained on the tiny below him with amusement in his eyes. It opened and closed its mouth like a goldfish a few times, looking like it was trying to decide if Wilbur actually wanted its opinion.

"Cat got your tongue, little rat?" Wilbur teased. He leaned over the tiny, easily casting it in shadow as he picked up a good sized piece of steak with his hands and tossed it into his mouth like a shark being given a treat. He saw the tiny's eyes look from him, looming above him, to the steak sitting not too far away, and back. He could see the gears turning, practically able to read the thoughts going through its head. Wilbur aided the process by chewing noisily, waiting for the realization of the other option he was silently putting on the table.

The tiny suddenly stumbled back, away from Wilbur. There's the realization, Wilbur thought as he let out a low chuckle. 

"Good to see your brain still works after losing all that blood." Wilbur said casually, letting the tiny stumble a little farther away as he grabbed another bite of steak. It's not like there was anywhere it could go and he could pull it back any time he wanted. 

"You want to fucking eat me?" The tiny finally said, disgust clear in its voice. "No. No way. Fuck off. In fact, while you're fucking off, why don't you leave me alone, big man?" It crossed its arms defiantly. Brave move, Wilbur noted.

"You're right about one thing, little rat." Wilbur let all the playfulness fall out of his voice, clear to the world, or at least the tiny on the table, that he was dead serious. "I am a big man. A far bigger man than you will ever be. You don't have a snowball's chance in Hell of defying me. So I'd suggest you sit down and shut. up." Wilbur stood to his full height, enunciating so that every word could not be denied. "Do you see where we are? This is my room. You're on my table. I own everything in this room including you. Your cut on your leg could look like a paper cut when I'm done with you. Do not fuck with me." Wilbur snarls with all of his pent up anger. It feels good to let it all out, to see the fear in this tiny's– his tiny's– eyes.

He waited for a response. Something bold to turn on it, a whimper to mock, anything. But it's frozen. Wilbur raises an eyebrow and readies a sarcastic comment, but before he can release it, there's a tiny thump as the tiny collapses to the table, unconscious. Wilbur huffed, frustrated that the tiny had cut his playtime short yet again. He supposed he should have worried more about the blood loss, but he just got caught up in the moment. He sighed as he realized he should probably fix the injury if he wanted the tiny to ever wake up. He was having fun, still, anyway. No use in throwing out a toy before it was used up.