#that kid fought him from the moment emergence began

[transingthoseformers]

That would be fragging hilarious though if there was a situation where Scourge was a post war Megop kid but Optimus was the carrier because there's just this little shit that hates his ass and nobody knows why, and it's just like:

Optimus: "Scourge is being difficult today, again."

Starscream: "Whatever did you do to make that one hate you so much?"

Optimus: "I pushed him out of my valve and that was apparently a mortal sin in his optics."

[urcatslitterbox]

You should do a never have I ever with colby and they are home alone and get bored so they decide to drink and play it and one thing leads to another where they end up sleeping with each other and confessing their love

Never have I ever…

Colby brock x fem!reader smut

Cw: smut, daddy kink, p n v, unprotected sex (be safe!), (breeding???), let me know if I missed anything!

A/n: omg I’m so sorry this took literal years to come out. This is my first time writing something like this so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also I began writing this before sam and Katrina broke up so that’s why they are together in this.

“God I’m so bored” Colby groaned throwing himself onto the couch opposite of where I was sitting.

Sam and Katrina had gone out on a date night, leaving the house to Colby and me for the night. I was quite bored myself so I offered up a suggestion. “We could play a game?” he thought for a moment he decided it was a good idea. “Alright, like what?” he asked, “anything that involves drinking, I've had a looong week” I joked. Colby got off the couch heading into the kitchen, there was a rattling before he returned to the living room. In his hands were two wine glasses and a bottle of red. He sat on the rug of the living room and patted the floor telling me to join him. I sat down, still opposite him and he handed me a glass. “Do you have a game or are we just going to drink on the floor?” I teased. Colby smiled, filling my glass. “We're gonna play never have I ever, but instead of putting down a finger we take a drink” he said. “Ok, I'll start,” I said, thinking of what to say. “Ok never have I ever snuck out,” I said. Colby’s eyes widened slightly, “what!? You're kidding, you've never snuck out?” he asked in disbelief. I smiled knowing he would have to drink, “nope, I was a good kid” I stated. “Come on now drink up brock” I smirked, he rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his wine. “Ok, my turn, never have I ever..” he trailed off thinking of how he could get me to drink. “Called my friend to fake an emergency so I could get out of a bad date” he said with a cocky look on his face. “That's not fair you're targeting me!” Colby just laughed, signalling me to take a drink.

As the night went on Colby and I got progressively tipsier. “Ok ok I have one, never have I ever worn handcuffs for any reason” I grinned knowing for a fact that Colby has been in handcuffs, perhaps more than once. He narrowed his eyes at me before finishing off what was left in his glass. As he poured himself more he went his turn. “Since we’re playing that game, never have I ever given a lap dance” he said calmly. I felt my face flush as I took a sip from my glass. Colby’s eyebrows raised for a moment before dropping. “Never have I ever done it in a pool” I said, understanding what this had turned into. He drank from his glass before leaning closer to me. “ I find that hard to believe y/n/n” he said quietly. I returned the gesture, leaning in as well, not wanting to seem intimidated by our close proximity. “Just because you can't keep it in your pants and have to have sex everywhere doesn't mean everyone else does too” I teased. Colby scoffed, “ok, never have I ever masturbated when people are home” he said. I felt my face get hot, I didn't think anyone was home when I did, but I was wrong. “Well, never have I ever listened in on someone you creep” I fought. He just smirked, “it's hard not to when you make those pretty sounds” he whispered, staring into my eyes. My cheeks were on fire at this point, I looked away to avoid his intense gaze. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss you so badly..” I heard him say. I looked back at him our faces mere centimetres apart. I leaned closer closing the gap between us in a soft kiss. Colby held my head in place as he deepened the once-soft kiss turning it into something hotter.

We made out sloppily, the wine and game long forgotten. Colby began to lean me back onto the rug, moving his lips to my neck. He sucked deep bruises from my neck to my collar before kissing back up to my ear. My breath got deeper as my heart raced. Truth be told I've liked Colby for some time now and the fact that he was on top of me made my core heat up. I let out soft whimpers as I tugged on his shirt wanting it off. He pulled away ripping his shirt off of him before heading towards mine. He looked to confirm that I was ok with this, I nodded wanting to feel him already. He practically tore it off of me then my pants followed, adding to the mess of clothes in the room. Colby sat back admiring me. I began to feel self conscious and tried to hide my body. “Don’t hide yourself from me, you’re so beautiful”, he whispered as he grabbed my arms that were shielding my body. He kissed me passionately and his lips trailed down to my breast. He pulled my nipple into his mouth sucking harshly. I moaned at the feeling as he did the same to the other one. “God baby I’m so hard for you..I need to be inside you, I can’t wait any longer.” He groaned lining the head of his cock up with entrance. He pushed in slowly allowing me to adjust to his length. I hissed at the stretch as he bottomed out. “Fuuuck” he breathed into my ear. “Colby.. please..” I whined. “What baby? Use your words” he teased. “Please fuck me” I said looking into his eyes. Somehow his eyes got even darker at my words before he spoke. “Don’t have to ask me twice princess” he growled before thrusting hard into me. I moaned loudly as he rocked his hips into mine aggressively. I clawed at his muscular back as I started to loose grip on reality. He was so big and deep I could barely take it. “Oh god Colby yes!” I moaned as he pounded into me even harder. “Fuck yeah take it baby…god you’re so tight gonna make me cum” he groaned. “Want daddy to cum inside your pretty pussy? Make you mine?” He growled, speeding up. I moaned in response, my walls clenching around him as I grew closer to cumming. “Yes daddy please! G- gonna cum daddy so close!” I panted. “Me too baby it’s alright, let go cum on daddy cock” he grunted burying his face in my neck. I all but screamed his name as I came undone around his cock. He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warm cum fill me. He pulled out and held me close to him, both of us panting as we came down from our highs.

I closed my eyes as we laid there cuddled together on the carpet. “Y/n” he breathed into my neck. “Mhm” I mumbled, too tired to form a coherent sentence. “I I really like you. I have for a long time now” he confessed. At that my eyes snapped open. “Colby-“ I tried but he interrupted me. “I know you probably don’t feel the same and this was a one time thing bu-“ I cut him off smashing my lips onto his, kissing him with everything I had. All the pent up feelings I had towards him pouring out through the kiss. When we pulled away he looked at me confused , his lips red and swollen. “Colby, I like you too moron” I giggled. His expression went from confused to sheer love in a matter of seconds. “Good because now that I’ve had a taste I’m not letting you go” he promised, kissing me again.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Beast of the Octagon

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)   The octagon was a proud, almost sacred, place in human culture. It was a place where two warriors would test their mettle against each other in brutal, uncompromising combat. They would fight until only one was left standing and could claim their right of superiority.

That was until Fignar Folg came along.

Many argued that his alien physique should have disqualified him from a traditionally human only event, but it was lobbied hard by Folg’s hype man that the regulations were dated and xenophobic. Unable to make any counter argument that didn’t appear like the organizers weren’t xenophobic, and facing increasing pressure from both the interstellar community and public outcry, the organizers eventually caved and allowed Folg to compete.

Thirteen times Fignar Folg entered the human tournaments and thirteen times he had emerged the victor. None of the humans he fought could match his stamina and eventually would simply tire themselves out, and then Folg would come in and finish them off in a single blow.

One more tournament and Folg would depose the existing record holder and forever be placed over humans in their own sport. This pleased Folg as he had never appreciated the seemingly infinite sense of self-worth humans had for themselves and by defeating them here he hoped to knock them down a peg.

As he entered the ring to the cheers and jeers of the crowd he looked over at his final opponent. The human, “Danny” Folg thought but wasn’t 100% sure, was easily half his height and Folg needed to look down at them to meet their gaze. The alien contender smirked and wondered how this tiny human had been able to advance so far, let alone against other humans. It was a rhetorical question, as Folg had not been foolish enough to not watch the previous fights this Danny had been in. He was fast, nimble, and could deliver a barrage of punches if given an opening.

Folg’s plan was simple. He’d advance until this human was cornered. There he couldn’t use his speed to avoid Flog’s strikes and he’d knock him out in one blow, thus ensuring his victory.

With the sound of the bell Folg began to advance, but to his surprise saw Danny also move forward to meet him. He had expected the human to be somewhat intimidated and had not counted on them matching his move.

Before Folg could react Danny struck out with a right hook directly into his right knee. The force of the blow was far stronger than anything Folg thought this tiny human capable of and felt his bones break under the impact.

Folg tumbled hard to the ground from the blow. He tried to rise again but his leg was beyond hope to move. He looked up just in time to see Danny following up with his knee driving right into Folg’s jaw. The strike toppled Folg backwards on to his back and the world briefly went black for a moment before his eyes refocused.

All he saw were the blurry lights above the ring before a fast barrage struck his face.

Danny was unlike any of the previous fights Folg had seen. He was hammering away like a jackhammer, ignoring any notion of defense as he pummeled away.

Folg tried to block the blows but Danny stomped on his arms dislocating them entirely. He could hear the ref trying to intervene but Danny didn’t stop. He just kept beating Folg over and over until a pool of purple blood began forming underneath him.

It took three security guards to pull Danny off Folg. By then Folg was little more than a puddle of broken bones, bile, and shattered dreams. He was carted away to a hospital, but his fighting days were likely now at an end. -------------------------

“You did good out there kid.”

The figure held out an envelope and Danny took it without question.

“It’s a shame about the blue boy. He really could have been something if he just knew how to play ball.”

Danny nodded but said nothing. He’d been offered enough money to knock Folg out of the octagon once and for all. He was told that even if he was removed from the tournament and suspended the people paying him would make sure it would only be temporary; but it all depended on Danny being more vicious than he had ever been.

Truthfully Danny didn’t care about the reasons why they wanted the alien out of the ring. He didn’t care about the assurances they gave him that he’d be protected. All he cared about was the price they were paying.

The octagon was great, but to a human like Danny it was nothing compared to a good pay day.

[aeolia18]

In Her Pool of Heat

Note: This is by far the longest smut fic I've ever written with a 4.4k word count HAHAHHAA go Hiyori Shizukesa x Yuichiro Tokito 🤣 I reallyyyy enjoyed writing this!! No, please DO NOT PROCEED if you are uncomfortable with the following themes below. MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU. Yes, I'm going to make sure that they will keep on having a great time @snowmist-hashira 🤭🤭

NSFW || Aged Up Characters! (Hiyori is 18, while Yuichiro is 20), Oral, Outdoor Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Overstimulation, Multiple Positions, Spanking

"You want to give me what?!" 

The serene private hot springs that laid just at the feet of the mountain had almost the perfect ambiance, had it not been the bewildered exclamation from the young man who accommodated the place with his lover who seemed to dip her senses in a euphoric state. 

"Well, you heard me right. I want to give you a baby." From the way she spoke, it was obvious that she enjoyed a little bit too much 'sake', the rice liquor she loved. 

Just before they entered the waters, the owner of this hot springs provided Yuichiro and Hiyori some free drinks to which they accepted. However, it seems that Hiyori had consumed almost half of the stuff given to them. It's thanks to Yuichiro's interference, he was able to stop her from gulping everything. 

"Hiyori, this isn't the right place to do.. that." He sheepishly said, while his face was turning red. He didn’t have the courage to face her right now, considering how they’re apparently nude underwater. 

“But I’m just so stressed I was unable to buy you anything because Oyakata-sama sent me on an emergency mission and it occupied the rest of my free time!” Even without looking at her, Yuichiro knew she was pouting that never failed to make her look like an aggravated cream puff. 

“Tsk, you and your sorry excuses. Don’t bother, I’m really not the materialistic type either or.. wanting to have kids right now.. so being with you today is more than enough. Go direct your stress somewhere else.” He went over the edge of the pool near the rocks where he isolated himself from his fiancee to calm down for a moment. It wasn’t a skill issue, financial capability, or anything else that would call his own abilities into doubt; he's confident he'd be able to offer efficiently. 

If they made love here, that would serve as their very first. Aside from that, he wanted to please her while she's at the most comfortable place. Not.. outdoors. 

He rinsed his own body with water that cascaded onto his well defined biceps; the result of his harsh training that brought him right now to deserve a position as one of the Hashiras of the Demon Slayer Corps. 

"I think I want to de-stress myself with you, my love." Hiyori suddenly stood behind him, which caused his heart to leap in shock. She didn't make any sounds that he could've sensed her stealthy approach to his direction. Turns out he wasn't the only Hashira here. 

"Hiyori wait –" Before he was able to finish his sentence, Yuichiro was cut off when his fiancee slammed her lips against his own. 

His calm heart began to roar wildy at her sudden boldness, the overwhelming scent of sake that lingered in her taste and the warmth of her lips that he loved so much about her filled his senses, his mind fought an intense battle between keeping himself composed or allowing his lover to consume every bit of him right here and right now. 

It wasn't only that. He felt her hand rest on his abs, while her whole weight pushed his body to the rocks making him lean against it. Yuichiro had known Hiyori to make the bolder moves ever since they began dating. And even though he should've gotten used to her advances, she never fails to put him in a cardiac arrest that she finds his reactions quite adorable. 

He was cornered. He could feel her soft body for the first time against his bare skin and the way her hair and plump breasts were pressed suggestively on him was driving him insane. Yuichiro knew he wasn’t able to keep up with her kisses, considering how he was panting really heavily due to the fact how he was completely turned on of her actions, Hiyori swallowed every of his shallow breaths and sealed his tongue smoothly and passionately with hers as she brought him into a heated dance that thoroughly demonstrated how much she ached for him. 

Just as he thought it would escalate further, he felt her slender fingers wrap slowly on his shaft, causing him to yelp at her gentle touch. “Hnghh–! H-Hiyori.. w-what..” 

“Get up over there and sit down.” Her voice was low, underlying her temptation to have him for her own. 

“W-wait, I can’t..” He was a little trembling when she didn’t let him go from down there. Hiyori pressed deep kisses on his neck which caused his mind to swirl even more, and when Yuichiro thought that she was about to finish her teasing on him when he felt her hold on his shaft gone, he was suddenly gripped on his sides by Hiyori lifting him off the water to have him sit on the rock.

“???” He was astonished that she was able to carry him off like that.

All the comical seconds instantly vanished the moment she went between his parted legs and began to kiss his tip with both her hands on his length. 

“Hahh..Aah..Hiyori..” He felt like his whole body would melt on the spot when her slippery tongue glided the entirety of his manhood from up to down while her fingers massaged his balls which the throbbing down there almost hurt him.

As she continued with her lewd acts, he could hear her heartful sighs but they were very faint since he moaned louder. He felt too weak to even look at his fiancee savoring him even just his pre-cum with the look of lust that only he had seen in his dreams. 

Hiyori never missed a spot, even his balls were damp with saliva and it felt like Yuichiro was about to lose his own voice. It even got worse when she decided to swallow him whole, earning a loud groan from the man. 

As she bobbed his entire length with such passion and heat, it took such endurance from Yuichiro not to look at her and control himself. He grunted and felt frustrated that as his hands blindly searched for anything to hold on to, there was nothing but the smooth rocks to grip on tight. 

At last, his eyes met hers, and he knew that the way her orbs glowed with the shimmering waters that sparkled with the sunlight, her beautifully messy hair, and her flushed cheeks; she never failed to catch him breathless. As a demon slayer, notably a Hashira himself, he was a defiant warrior who stood powerful and majestic. But only Hiyori had the power to make him crumble like this – he would always be at her mercy and he shall let it be that way. 

Something ignited within him at that precise instant. A fire; a blazing passion that flooded his veins and gave him tremendous strength at that very moment. 

With a hand that he held firmly on the ground just behind him, his other one grabbed Hiyori by the head and began to shove her repeatedly on his length while his hips bucked forward to meet her soft luscious lips that were comfortably wrapped around him. 

This completely startled Hiyori to which she whined and moaned in utter shock and delight, the vibrations of her voice hardened him further while her tongue continued to wrap itself and slide around him.  

He pushed her up and down firmly, her muffled voices that vibrated on his dick sparked a hidden fantasy he never told anyone but his heart which only encouraged his inevitable release. Moments later, he filled her mouth with his load but it wasn’t that much yet. Not for him. 

Yuichiro was pleased that Hiyori swallowed them all up with her eyes that shimmered with mirth. With his swelling heart full of adoration, he went back into the waters and gathered her in his arms. 

“Y-Yui? Where are we going?” His sudden actions startled her. As they made it to the other edge of the water where there was a nearby table filled with their dry stuff, Yuichiro reached to grab a face towel and carefully wiped Hiyori’s face clean. 

“There. I’m so sorry for earlier. I got out of my control.” He admitted, voice soft and his face laced with worry, Yuichiro felt his heart a little heavy for how he treated her like that for their first time. 

Of course, Hiyori immediately sensed his emotions, she cupped his face to comfort him. “Hey, it’s alright. I didn’t get hurt. I promise. Haha~” She chuckled, finding his thoughtfulness a lot more attractive. Among all they knew, only she had the special permission to witness and receive this side of his. Vulnerable. Tender. And Gentle. She finds herself falling in love with him all over again.

Yuichiro kissed the bridge of her nose before lifting himself off from the water and wrapped a dry towel on his body. “I’ll let you rest. You’re probably still tipsy. Don’t soak for too long, okay?” He said, before turning away from her. 

“Wait!” 

As she called out for him, he stopped from his tracks, but he didn’t turn around to face her. 

“Yuichiro, I.. If it felt like I forced you into doing something you don’t want, then I’m sorry. I just.. Ugh, you can call me impractical or what, I don’t care anymore. But I just want.. to be with you. I’m sorry if I seem selfish for wanting something more when it’s your birthday, and knowing how it’s almost impossible to lead a peaceful life when we’re both among the strongest slayers in the Corps, I still want what other people have. I want to live without any fear or worry. I want to laugh and be with the people I love, I want to clean and cook and take care of you, I want..” Hiyori’s voice trailed off, which prompted Yuichiro to glance back at her.

When his eyes landed on hers, she was already standing out of the water, and it was the first time he saw her naked but she looked so.. ethereal.

As she emerged from the water's embrace, a vision of beauty intertwined with nature unfolded. The sun's warmth radiated off her skin, and her damp hair framed a face whose beauty could compare to the most breathtaking paintings of the bright cloud-filled heavens. Her eyes, like twin sapphires, held both the serenity of tranquil waters and the allure of uncharted horizons as if they bore from the rivers to the seas. Every droplet adorned on her skin glimmered like tiny beads of diamonds which elevated her presence to that of a goddess who has risen from the waters to captivate the world – his world. 

If this was anyone, he would’ve scolded them already, saying to choose a life away from the objectives of the Corps is a ridiculous one, and that one should dedicate themselves to put their life on line in the most fearsome and bloodiest of battlefields that not even the entirety of mankind has ever seen for the sake of peace and prosperity. 

But no way could he ever do that to her. After all, this was Hiyori. His love and peace. His solitude. His skies both day and night. His hope and glory. 

Her eyes began to water as they stared at each other, silence had fallen even the nature and the foliage of the mountain around them. To his ears, only hers have been heard. “I want all of those things with you.. even just for a moment.” With the softness of her voice, he had been gravely reminded that while she served as his strength, she was also his ruin. 

“So..” Yuichiro’s breath and voice deepened and grew heavier the same way he gazed down at her. "You want a baby, right?” He strode boldly towards the love of his life amid the placid backdrop of the hot spring, the rhythmic sound of splashing water accompanied his approach with each step. And as they finally stood face to face, their eyes sparkled with a mix of intimacy and amour, the intensity of their emotions heightened despite the calm of their surroundings, complimenting the inconceivable draws of the water's embrace on their legs. 

Hiyori quivered with a mixture of exhilaration and tender reverence as she gazed upon Yuichiro. Her entire being appeared to tremble with adrenaline, each tremor a testament to the powerful emotions coursing through her. Their gaze locked, and for the first time, without the intervention of the obligations they'd sworn as an oath in their hearts, they let down their walls to reveal to themselves their deepest desires.

With a rush of energy that ignited in her heart, Hiyori sprang from her spot and stole a passionate kiss with Yuichiro, in which he wrapped his arms around her waist in response. 

As they broke their kiss with trails of saliva attached on their lips, Hiyori got hold of his shaft once again petting and stroking it with such care. This time, Yuichiro spoke, his eyes grew a little darker. 

"This is not how we make babies, Hiyori." His voice was different. The way he chuckled for a mere moment drummed an emotion, fluttering Hiyori's stomach. A side of his she does not usually see. 

Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her away from the pool, and led her to the bamboo walls at the corner. Unexpectedly, he flung her a bit harshly towards it, but thanks to Hiyori's quick reflexes, her hands took hold on the wall. "Yui?! What do you think you're – aah!" Her annoyed expression was instantly cut off when he glided his length against her pussy, rubbing their sexes together from behind in such a tease that earned a moan from her. 

As he kept on doing so, Yuichiro brushed her hair off her back and pressed his lip deeply on her skin, trailing them up and down from her spine as he continued to stroke his own length against her folds. 

Maybe this was payment for her teasing him while she blow jobbed his dick earlier. His hold on her waist became a little harsh, the minute his shaft slid perfectly inside her heightening her heartfelt moans. 

When he shoved himself in her mouth earlier, Hiyori became aware how lengthy he was considering how it felt like it hit the back of her throat. Because right now, his tip went straight to the deepest part of her core, making her hiss a little in pain. 

As he began thrusting his hips firmly, his thumb ran circles on her waist to soothe her; a sweet gesture that swelled her heart, relishing how Yuichiro was still taking care of her despite his actions. 

Swing after swing, their bodies continued to bounce in pleasure whenever he hit a spot inside her again and again. Even if he felt her slowly becoming tighter, he pushed through even though squeezing his shaft turned him on, the waves of delight sending his nerves to cum in her now. 

He held back his temptation and continued to slam himself again and again into her fluttering cunt, enjoying her heat. 

Hiyori was amused to know that Yuichiro had hinted to her earlier he had knowledge when it comes to sex. When did he learn to do so? Did he own any books from the erotic stores she passes by at the village near their house? As she tried to think, his dick hitting her spot only lose her focus to just give in to euphoria as he fucked her for the first time. 

Out of the blue, he slapped her ass with his hand, its impact combined both pain and pleasure that made her groans heavier. He did it again. Again. And again. Until she knew it probably flushed red, but the hitting of his dick that remained inside of her brought vibrations that she felt something was building up in her abdomen. Yuichiro probably sensed it, because his thrusts grew faster, slamming harder to her aching core. 

"Haahh.. Aaahhh.. Yui.." Hiyori felt she was slowly losing it, the delightful coil began to boil higher and higher each second. She tried to listen to the sounds around her, but aside the slapping of wet skin that made her cunt wetter as she felt turned on, her sighs and moans slowly heightened. 

It came without warning. Like a ticking time bomb in her, Hiyori felt her sudden release which jolted her body, stiffening her movements and the rest of her voice. 

As Hiyori finally came down from her high, Yuichiro lifted her one leg over his shoulder, which to her itself felt like she was wide open outside, making her feel a little embarrassed. He made sure to slowly slide half of his dick out of her, before instantly spearing her with his entire length once again, repeating the same vigor from his thrusts earlier. 

"Aaahh! Yui..!" As she groaned, he pounded inside of her again and again, without giving her room to recover from her release earlier. 

This time, Yuichiro pressed her sensitive bud by her clit, making Hiyori cry a bit louder this time. "My love, slow down please!! Haahh!" It blossomed new shocks of pleasure, bringing her again to her second release. 

'My love,' he thought. Hiyori had always used that nickname whenever she teased him. And to think that he would hear her use it this time when it sounded like she was begging him as he was making her feel good, brought an incomparable thrill in his heart. So this is what it feels like. 

Hiyori hadn't come yet, when Yuichiro suddenly pulled out, leaving her cunt exposed to the cold air, she ached in the absence of his member. She whined and hit his shoulder for treating her like that, when all of the sudden, he brought them both to a new position, turning her around and leaning her back this time on the bamboo wall and spreading both of her legs wide with his arms as he lifted her off the ground. 

In one swift movement, he speared inside of her again and fucked her hard against the wall. 

"Yui! Aaahh! Haah! Hnnghh!" She wailed while she clung to him holding for dear life. This felt like she elevated into a new level of bliss, she felt her mouth slacking as her own drool came out. 

The bamboo wall began to quake lightly, Hiyori's mind fought a difficult battle between losing herself in Yuichiro or being concerned of the possibility that the wall might break down due to their shameless activity. 

"Y-Yui, the wall.." 

"Leave it. I'll pay the owner if it breaks." His dominance like gasoline fueled her blazing desire, turning her on even more. Hiyori loves it whenever Yuichiro takes the lead, even if it was rare for him to do so outside his duties as a Hashira. 

Once again, another knot formed in her gut. It astonished her that Yuichiro knew when she was about to cum again because he grabbed her lips with his own, pinning her completely against the wall. 

"Hmph!" Lost in delight, the coil that burned within her intensified further and further, and it wasn't long until the couple began to huff hungrily against their pressed lips. 

As she released once again leaving her trembling, she hugged him tighter and heaved out, their kiss had finally broken. As the both of them perspired, Hiyori felt his embrace around her tightened, and thankfully the bamboo wall behind them didn’t collapse. 

But he still wasn't satisfied. "We're not done yet.", he growled. 

This shook her to the core of her heart. He never reacted to her like this before. Her heart raced, a flush of warmth enveloping her as his dominance caused sparks to fly across her skin. His voice, a melodic rumble, encircled her, speeding her pulse to the beat of his words. Hiyori was beginning to like this side of him. 

Yuichiro settled her down just to give Hiyori a moment to compose herself before gathering her once again in his arms, bringing them both inside their room. 

As the both of them settled down, they caught themselves melting in another kiss, Yuichiro allowed himself to fall on the futon as she went on top of him. He was the first to break the kiss, and when their eyes met, he flashed her a subtle smirk that made himself a lot more charming. “Ride me.” He commanded her.

Hiyori chuckled heartily. It was just her style to be on top, after all. 

Settling herself, she gently took his length in her hand as she aligned herself before slowly allowing his tip to kiss her folds. Once it pushed through, Hiyori swiftly landed her ass on his lap as she bottomed him out, the electrifying spark as their tips collided made them hiss.

Guided by their hearts, the couple intertwined their fingers together before she began to roll her hips against his own. Yuichiro groaned as his balls continued to receive the impact of Hiyori’s bouncing which caused the lewd slapping of skin to echo louder in the entire room. 

Demonstrating her prowess, Hiyori's moves were a choreography of power and finesse, revealing her remarkable strength and unwavering endurance; a testament to the dedication of harsh training she had committed to refining her trade. She never ceased to amaze him. 

As they continued to gaze at each other in their ardently intense love making, he was breathless at her almost heavenly form. Her breasts sprang up and down that further delighted him while her hair cascaded like the view of the distant waterfalls from the mountains. She was as beautiful no matter how she looked, even as she stood bare before him. Little by little, he felt himself reaching his limit, eliciting moans that had finally escaped from his lips. “Hiyori..” Yuichiro felt himself shaking. 

When he's on a brink, he keeps her steady by pulling down her wrist. When Hiyori stopped bouncing, Yuichiro began to move his hip upwards to a series of firm but passionate thrusts. He takes advantage of her cum that dripped after their activity at the hotspring as lube, while he continued to hit the same spot that weakens her gravely.

“Yui..! I’m about to cum..” She was slowly succumbing to the purest form of bliss, her eyes fluttering as they were half lid while her mouth still hung open. 

“Do it, babe.” To see her in this state adorned his heart with unmistakable affection, aside from the fact that his untold fantasies are transpiring, being chosen by her kindled an overwhelming sentiment within him, cherishing his fiancee forever and ever.

The warmth in her heart was apparent when her fiance used an endearment to call her for the first time, a simple yet profound act that ignited a spark of happiness within her. Her heart fluttered with joy in that captivating moment, like a graceful butterfly taking flight, now that she had also came heavily at him. 

“Ha! Haa! Hahh! Aaahhh, Yuichiro..!!” As her juices rushed down from her folds and onto his length, Hiyori jerked almost violently to the immense pleasure as she felt his own shot up straight inside her now that she had finally reached her limit. 

“Hnggh..That's it. Atta, girl.” Despite that he came with her in unison, Yuichiro did his best to comfort her, praising her dearly as she cupped her cheek, before ushering her to fall on top of him to which she did.

Hiyori became limp, still catching her breath. Carefully, he gently laid her down, deciding that she was incapacitated for today. Yuchiro lifted himself up, switching to another position without removing his member inside her.

Raising her leg up to his shoulder, Yuichiro started ramming deeply into her, dedicated to do this for the last time. 

He kept pounding relentlessly non-stop, his speed and vigor was at its peak unlike from the earlier episodes of their intercourse. The wood below them now began to thud and creaked soundly due to his movements, the small side table and the vase on top of it started to shake a little. Hiyori’s sweet soft sighs still filled the air, inviting him to keep going. 

Yuichiro began to sweat a lot now. Every blow he slammed at her pelvis, his dick painfully throbbed that as he began to feel he was about to ascend and chase his high, the lustful ache in him slowly uncoiled and blossomed from his abdomen. 

With one final thrust, while her leg still on his shoulder, he leans forward to kiss her deeply, before cumming heavily now that the tip of his dick reached her deepest parts, his massive load filling up in her womb.

Meanwhile, Hiyori saw white dots in her vision, her numb body that was overstimulated began to feel the lovely pressure of a point of his final thrust before her walls felt his hot cum that rapidly flowed inside of her. Time felt slow, as her senses began hyper aware of how his semen continued to spill more; it began to overflow, leaking out of her folds and dampening the futon beneath them.

Yuichiro becomes aware of this as well so he bucks in a very shallow manner just enough to push his cum back to her womb, allowing it to absorb every seed he generously poured on her. 

Picking up her hand, he kissed her wrist then traced his lips to her arm, traveling all the way to her collarbone until it made its way to the edge of her jaw, near her ear and then finally to her damp lips.

Hiyori felt his other hand rested just below her stomach, his palm pressed down her abdomen firmly to make her feel his cock still buried in her and their seed combined together in her womb. The emphasis of his action brought heat on her cheeks. 

Yuichiro continued to kiss her cheeks as he observed how she noticed his palm on her abdomen. Wrapping his arm around her, he kissed her shoulder before nuzzling at the dip of her warm delicate neck, relishing at the scent of her. 

“That.. felt so great.” He heard her whisper, still weak from their rigorous activity that highlighted their carnal pleasure and unwavering devotion for each other. 

“Yeah.” He almost chuckled, grinning softly while still half convinced that they finally did it. 

“Ohh I need to bring this up to you again, but you might carry twins, since I had a twin brother, and it runs in the family. They come as a package, so please accept them.” He added just to make sure she never forgets.

Just when she thought all her energy had been exhausted after everything they did, it seemed she went back to full battery upon hearing that news. “I might soon carry what now?!”

[808airsoftbros]

Painful Ressurection (Lusi Zhao)

Author: Another AI written story that I made when I was playing around with during my hiatus. Hope you enjoy and do check out my Masterlist

Author's POV

Lusi stood by the alleyway, her gaze fixed on the young boy, Y/N Todd, as he frantically tried to remove the tires from her car. A mix of anger and curiosity stirred within her. "Hey, kid!" She called out, her voice cold and commanding. "What do you think you're doing?"

Startled, Y/N froze and slowly turned to face Lana, his big, innocent eyes filled with fear. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I was just hungry," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

 Lusi's stern expression softened as she noticed the hunger etched into the boy's face. She sighed, realizing the struggles he must have faced as an orphan. "Hungry, huh? Come with me," she said, extending her hand. "I don't tolerate thieves, but I'm not heartless either."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before reaching out and clasping Lasi's outstretched hand. He felt a strange mixture of apprehension and gratitude as he followed her.

Weeks turned into months, and Y/N was settled into his new life with Lusi and her vampire clan. But instead of clapping erasers and solving quadratic equations, Y/N was learning to fight.

"You need to be able to protect yourself, Y/N," Lusi insisted, her voice firm as she trained him in the art of combat. "The world out there is dangerous, and you need to be ready."

Y/N sparred with Lusi tirelessly, his determination fueled by his desire to prove himself. Slowly, he began to develop an uncanny skill for fighting.

One fateful night, Y/N grew tired of the crime plaguing the city. His blood boiled with righteous fury, and he decided to take matters into his own hands.

 "Lusi, I have to do this," Y/N pleaded, his jaw set with determination. "I want to take down the mafia clan that killed my parents."

Lusi's eyes filled with worry as she observed her young protege. She understood his thirst for vengeance but feared the consequences. "Please, Y/N, let us help you. You're not ready to take on the entire mafia alone."

Y/N's eyes hardened, and he shook his head. "I have to do this on my own. Don't worry. I'll be back."

As Y/N ventured into the den of the mafia clan, Lusi fought off a horde of goons who attempted to prevent her from following him. A fierce battle raged, but she knew time was running out.

Inside the warehouse, Y/N found himself outnumbered and overwhelmed. He fought valiantly, but the boss of the mafia clan proved to be his match.

The boss smirked, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. "You think you can take me down, kid? You're nothing but a rat caught in a trap.

Though battered and bruised, Y/N refused to succumb to fear. He locked eyes with the boss, a defiant fire burning within him. "I may be a rat, but even rats bite back."

Just as Y/N was about to deliver a final blow to the mafia boss, an explosion ripped through the warehouse. Chaos ensued, engulfing Y/N in a sea of flames.

Lusi fought her way toward the warehouse, her heart pounding in her chest. But as she finally reached the entrance, the sight before her shattered her soul.

Flames danced in her tear-filled eyes as she saw the lifeless body of Y/N amid the wreckage. Grief washed over her, consuming her entirely.

As the years passed, Lusi mourned for the loss of Y/N, berating herself for not being able to save him. The world grew darker, and crime seized the city tighter in its clutches.

Until one day, news reached Lusi's ears of an enigmatic anti-hero known as the Red Hood, who had miraculously taken control of the city's crime syndicates

Intrigued and suspicious, Lusi set out to uncover the truth behind the Red Hood's sudden rise to power. Her instincts told her there was more to this vigilante than met the eye.

The streets of Beijing were shrouded in darkness as the Red Hood emerged from the shadows. Lusi observed him from a distance, her senses heightened, ready to strike. The Red Hood turned, his piercing gaze meeting Lusi's eyes. A smirk played on his lips as he twirled a silver dagger in his hand. "You still haven't lost your touch, Lusi," he taunted.

The sound of her real name falling from the Red Hood's lips sent a chill down Lusi's spine. How did he know? Who was this mysterious figure, taunting her with familiarity?

Determined to uncover the truth, Lusi set about examining surveillance footage, hoping to catch any glimpse of the Red Hood's true identity.

Days melded into nights, as Lusi meticulously studied every frame, every movement, determined to find the key that unlocked the identity of the Red Hood.

A sudden gasp escaped Lusi's lips as she stumbled upon a significant revelation. The Red Hood's blood stained her sword during their last encounter - a source of DNA to be tested. Shen Xiaoting, the clan's expert in all things scientific, took charge of the DNA testing.

Excitement and apprehension mingled within the group as they awaited the results.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity as the DNA results finally arrived. The clan gathered, their eyes fixated on the paper in Shen Xiaoting's trembling hands.

Shen Xiaoting's voice trembled as she spoke. "The DNA results... they match. The Red Hood is Y/N. He's still alive."

Shock rippled through the clan, their emotions a chaotic whirlwind of joy, confusion, and apprehension. Their lost brother, their fallen comrade, had returned to them, but in what state?

Determined to find answers, Lusi sought out the person she believed held the key to this cruel twist of fate - Ra's al Ghul, the mastermind behind the Lazarus Pit.

Ra's al Ghul, cloaked in shadows, offered a melancholic smile as he revealed the truth. "I stole Y/N's body, dipped it in the Lazarus Pit, but I did not foresee the monstrous result."

The weight of Ra's al Ghul's revelation pressed heavy upon Lucy's shoulders. Thoughts of vengeance and redemption warred within her mind.

Against her sister's cautionary advice, Lusi made the difficult decision to confront Y/N, to face the monster he had become and bring him back into the light.

The alleyway was filled with an eerie silence as Lusi ventured into the night, her heart pounding with equal parts fear and hope. She called out Y/N's name, her voice laced with desperation.

The Red Hood emerged from the darkness, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth Lucy once knew. "So, you came to face the monster I've become, Lusi?" he sneered.

Determined to reach the remnants of the Y/N she once knew, Lusi stood her ground. "You are not a monster, Y/N. I won't let you believe that lie. You're still my family."

The air crackled with tension as the two clashed, their skills matched with an eerie synchronicity. Each strike and parry echoed the bond that once bound them together.

Sweat drenched Lusi's brow as she fought against the Red Hood's relentless assault. Her heart ached with each blow, longing for the gentle soul she had lost.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Y/N's expression faltered. The light of recognition flickered within his eyes as Lucy managed to cut his arm, their blood mingling on her sword.

The pain of the wound seemed to jolt Y/N's consciousness back, if only for a fleeting moment. He faltered and stared at Lusi, his voice laced with confusion. "Lusi...?"

Tears welled in Lusi's eyes as she whispered, her words a bittersweet plea. "Come back to me, Y/N. Fight against the darkness that consumes you. Remember who you once were."

The weight of his sister's words bore down upon Y/N's fragmented mind. Emotions long buried beneath the monster's façade began to resurface.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N woke up with a throbbing headache, his memories slowly returning. The atrocities he had committed haunted him, leaving him plagued by regret and guilt.

Surrounding him, the clan welcomed him back, overjoyed to have him once again, even if the price paid was steep. Yet, their smiles held a tinge of sadness, for they knew he would never be the same.

Lusi embraced Y/N with open arms, her tears mingling with his own. Grief and relief intertwined, creating a bittersweet symphony within their hearts.

he city began to heal, but the scars from Y/N's reign as the Red Hood remained, a reminder of the darkness he had once become.

Over time, Y/N focused on redemption, using his newfound skills to protect and serve, to ensure others didn't succumb to the same path he had walked.

As the years rolled by, Y/N's journey became a legend whispered among the citizens of Beijing. The Red Hood's name synonymous with redemption and hope.

Lusi watched from afar, her heart filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. She had succeeded in bringing Y/N back, but a part of her mourned the loss of the innocent boy he once was.

Lana stood beside Lusi, her gaze fixed on Y/N as he fought off the criminals that plagued their city. She nudged her sister playfully. "Well, I must say, sis, we did a pretty good job raising a monster."

Lusi smirked, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, Lana, they say the best monsters are the ones you create yourself."

Shen Xiaoting joined in with a chuckle. "Indeed, and I suppose we can claim the title of 'Monster Creators Extraordinaire.'"

The lighthearted banter brought a much-needed respite from the weight of their shared past. The world had turned dark, but the bond between the Zhao siblings remained a beacon of light.

Surrounded by her clan, Lucy found solace in their unwavering support. Together, they stood tall, guardians of the city, forever united in their eternal dance of shadows and redemption.

And so, the story of Y/N Todd, the boy caught stealing tires, the monster that emerged from the Lazarus Pit, and the hero reborn as the Red Hood, came to a bittersweet close. The echoes of his legacy whispered through the city's streets, reminding all who heard of the power of redemption and the strength that lies within the bonds of family.

[stellar-imagines]

WINTER 2022 SPECIAL: ❝#33 with Law.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Trafalgar D Water Law ]

「#33 ❝ Hey, cut it out. It’s the holidays.❞ with Law.」

TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW

Be it the New World or the Grand Line, the weather is always unusual and the standard rules of meterology don't apply.  The ocean currents and weather patterns are insanely inconsistent, they can change drastically in an instant. Travelling as a crew member of the Heart Pirates meant that you'd always be underwater. Of course, you'd occassionally resurface when Bepo started complaining about how stuffy and hot it was getting. You often look forward to the moment you would resurface, hoping to see a new and interesting island to explore. The moment an island came to view, Bepo was already waving you over and handing the binoculars to you.

You grew excited at the sight of the bright lights and snow covered paths. Bepo hurried headed back into the ship to inform everyone that its time to land. Not long after, the entire crew emerged from the submarine to admire the scenery and enjoy the fresh air. Law was the last one to step out, showing little to no interest in the island that you have discovered. The sun was already starting to set and he could see the bright lights from the city.

"So, who's going to do the recon this time?" 

"Me! Me! I volunteer!" you waved your arm excitedly.

"Me! I wanna go too!" Bepo raised his paw up high.

The moment you stepped into the island with Bepo, you were in awe with the white the covered rooftops of the building. You adjusted the fluffy winter jacket and rubbed your barehands together. There were children playing around, making snow angels and snowman. In the middle of the city, there stood a large Christmas tree that wasn't visible from the docks. The lights and decoration were just breathtaking and you could feel the festive mood around you as the citizens set up stalls.

After asking around, you and Bepo discovered that the town is going to hold a festival tomorrow to celebrate Christmas. There will be warm food, drinks, dancing, music and games. When you returned to the Polar Tang, you excitedly told the crew about the festival tomorrow and how the island seemed to be pretty friendly towards pirates. Most of them were eager to go to the festival tomorrow, seeing how this is a very rare opportunity. You find yourself happy at the thought of finally enjoying something fun. The New World wasn't as kind as you thought, you had fought many battles and honestly, you all deserved a break.

Especially your captain — boyfriend — Trafalgar Law.

"Law! Let's go to the festival! They have oden!" you barged into his room without even bothering to knock first. Law glanced up from his paperwork to see that you were already properly dressed for the occassion. He didn't understand why you and the crew were so excited over a festival like little kids.

"No, I'm busy." his reply was instant. 

"Surely, you can take a break from work just for tonight!" you tried reasoning. Law continued to ignore you, sorting through his files and pulling out a fresh new paper. You pouted and stomped over towards his desk while he continues to do his work, paying you no attention. Tapping your foot impatiently, you observed as Law began writing down a few things.

"Hey, cut it out! It's the holidays!" you snatched the paper from his hands and placed it in the filing cabinets. Law lightly glared at you, letting out a sigh as he put down his pen onto the table.

"You need to have some fun, yourself!"

"[First Name]-ya! I need to finish listing the items we need to stock up on." he watched you dig through his wardrobe, pushing aside the clothes that did not fit the current season. You then pulled out one of his coat and tossed it onto his lap before pulling him towards the door. 

Before Law knew it, he was already standing at the entrance of the town. Even from this distance, he could hear the laughter of people from the central square. You were going on and on about the exciting things that you're looking forward to. Law could only stare at the scenery in front of him. It reminded him so much about Pleasure Town and Flevance — all the hard things he went through.

He could still recall that day. With each of his steps, the sound of cracking snow reached his ears and all he could see around him was a vast silvery expanse dotted with trees with pointed leaves. Law doesn't forget. The presecution suffered because of the white lead disease. The hatred of people, their restrangement, the wounds they caused. The moment he set foot on this very lively, winter island, all these memories that he would like to forget, just resurfaced one after the other. The quarantine of Flevance, his hometown nicknames the White City, by those people who believed white lead disease was contagious.

The government had abandoned them, as a result, a war broke out. What's more, his father, nother, sister and chruch friends were murdered. The day his town was burnt down and loved ones killed, he decided that he would no longer believe in anything or anyone. The voices was still loud and clear to him. Law blinked twice and looked at the city they Polar Tang had docked on. When he blinked again, he saw a town burning and heard the voices of his family and friends screaming in agony—

"We can just stay inside if you really don't wanna go....." 

”But that doesn’t mean you have to stay. You can just go with Bepo and the others.” he tried reasoning with you.

"It wouldn't be the same....." you mumbled.

For a moment, he stood still like a statue, waiting for his mind to clear up. The first thing he saw was the frown and look of guilt in your eyes. It reminded him of his sister when she accidentally spilled water all over his new medical book. If he wasn't paying attention to you, he would've missed the dejection in your voice. He remembered hearing how excited you were earlier just from the more sight of the bright lights and beautiful decorations.

He lets out a sigh and grabs your hand.

"Let's go." he said, pulling you towards the direction of the town.

"Wait! I thought—" you tried reasoning. Law stopped and turned around to see you looking confused.

"Well, you thought wrong, let's go already." Law cuts you off and tugs at your hand lightly.  

Since he was walking ahead with you following behind, you couldn't see what kind of face he was making but you wonder what made him change his mind. He seemed to be against it earlier and now he's willingly dragging you along. Whatever the reason is, you hope that he's not doing this because he feels forced to do so. Once you both reached the central square, you could spot some of your crew having fun, eating, dancing and singing along with the citizens.

"Hey, captain! I thought you were coming!" Shachi waved at the two of you.

"You decided to leave your nest!" Penguin teased.

"Shut up, [First Name]-ya wanted to go." Law retorted instantly.

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy your date!" Shachi chuckled before disappearing into the crowd with Penguin.

You watched as your two friends continued to mingle in with the crowd. You glanced over at Law, hearing him grumble about the two in annoyance. For a moment, you tried reading his thoughts, wondering what he was thinking. He didn't look like he wanted to be here. Then again, Law was never enthusiastic when it came to parties and events like this. The crew has tried to get Law more involved in parties but he would just avoid being the center of attention and stand at the side. You looked off to the side when he caught youu staring at him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to eat some oden? I'm starting to get hungry too." he brought up.

"I do, but! It feels like I'm forcing you to be here."

"Who said you're forcing me? I'm here because I want to be here."

"Really?" your eyes were a bit hopeful when he said that. All the feelings of guilt disappeared after hearing those words. You found yourself smiling when Law nodded in response.

"Then, let's stop stalling around. Let's just go already. I don't want to hear you complain and whine about how it's all sold out." Law replied with a small smirk. You pouted at him andtook charge, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him towards the oden stall.

"Shut up! I'm gonna eat my fill!" you said out loud.

Total: 1454 words Published: 25.11.2022

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[changbinsdwa3kki]

pool time smut

im gonna be so honest with u, idk what this is. bored and decided to do this. requests open

You were visiting Stray Kids film a video with one of your band mates. She was dating Christopher Bahng, the leader of the group, and she wanted to see him before your group resumed the world tour. Funny enough, your ex boyfriend happened to part of Stray Kids also. Your group member dragged you along, because you were the only one free.

As you arrived, your friend reunited with her boyfriend, and left you for a moment, all alone. You turn around, looking around at the airbnb, when you see Changbin emerging from the water, and boy, he looked good. You stared at him for a moment, before realizing, he's your ex. "Y/n, get yourself together," you muttered to yourself. You looked at the ground, and back up, realizing you two where the only two outside. You spun around, as you saw your friend and Chan leaving. She asked if you could stay for a bit while her and Chan go to dinner.

"Y/N," a familiar growl came from behind you. You spun around. "Changbin," You responded. He bit his lip, and looked you up and down. "Hi," he said, grabbing a towel, and drying himself off. You stared at him, trying to process everything. Since you last talked, he looked hotter, stronger, and so much sexier. You guys fought over something so stupid, and you couldn't help but admit, you missed him these last three months.

"What do you want?" You snapped at him, looking own at the floor. He raised his eyebrows. "Damn, can I not say hi to someone?" He looked you up and down, slowly approaching you. You stayed glues to where you stood. Suddenly, Changbin was standing right next to you, as you could hear him breathing. "I missed you Y/N. And I'm sorry for getting so angry with you." He looked to the side and locked eyes with yours.

Something you loved was making Changbin mad. He was so cute when he was mad, and you enjoyed it, until things got too far. You stepped away, approaching the pool. "Okay." You replied, looking into the clear pool. Changbin definitely rolled his eyes, as he followed behind you. "Can you please accept my apology?" You shrugged, backing up, before accidentally slipping into the pool. You yelped from the sudden shock of coldness, and the inability to swim. "Y/N!" Changbins eyes widened and he jumped after you, grasping onto you. "Are you alright? Shit I'm so sorry...." You grasped onto his arm and nodded. "Bin, I can't swim."

Changbin pulled you out of the water and took you inside to warm up. He handed you his favorite pair of sweats and t-shirt, letting you change. You walked outside of the bathroom, to Changbin. "Where's everyone else?" He shrugged. "They went to explore the town." You nodded, sitting down on the bed next to Changbin. "Sorry Changbin for being a cunt." He smiled, pulling you closer. "I missed you."

"Or you missed my pussy," you rolled your eyes sarcastically. You stared at Changbin through the mirror and watched him smirk and bite his lip. He pulled you onto his lap, and smiled, slipping his hand underneath your shirt. He locked eyes with you through the mirror. "No bra?" You shook your head. "Its soaked in pool water." He nodded, kissing your neck, and cupping your breasts, but let go a moment later. "May I?" You nodded, as he re-cupped your breasts and massaged them. Changbin slowly lifted up your shirt and bit his lip. "This is really mine..." You giggled at his comment and began to grind against him, feeling him get harder and harder. He continued to massage your breasts and kiss your neck, progressively getting rougher and rougher. You slipped your hand into your pants, fingering yourself, letting yourself moan in Changbins ear to tease him.

"Mmm babe hurry up, I want your cock already." Even you were shocked with your comment. He raised his eyebrows and ripped his shirt off, and then yours. "You don't even have to ask twice." He grinned, setting you on the bed, as he let his cock free. He pulled your pants down, and looked at your pussy. "I'm going to prove that this pussy is only mine, and I'm going to make it throb for a while." He stuck two fingers into your warm cunt, after a moment, he sticks them in your mouth and begins sucking your clit. You couldn't help but moan. "Hurry up, I haven't had any dick- your dick, in months." Changbin got up, and suddenly thrust into you. The sound of him fucking you and the juices made your eyes roll back. You opened your eyes and watch him thrust faster and faster into you through the mirror. His grip around your waist tighten, and you couldn't help but moan his name.

Soon enough, you came into him and he came into you. He pulled his cock out and grinned. "Your cunt was really tight, babe." You grinned, kissing the top of his cock and playing with his balls, hearing him moan. "I missed this daddy." You said as he laid down, and you straddled on top of him, letting his dick slide into you. He smiled. "I love you princess."

[kvailyang]

I don’t know how to format these posts correctly, because this is literally the first time I’ve published something like this here. So basically you can count this text as an MK Alternate Universe, which takes place in the interval between MK9 and MKX. I’ll continue this story in the future. Enjoy reading!

Chapter 1 —Fated by Aloneness

— How much longer do we have to wait? — Smoke asked, perched on the rooftop. — We've been hanging out here for the third hour already, and still no sign of the target.

— We'll stay here for as long as necessary. And if you whine again like a little kid, you'll regret ever volunteering for this mission. — Cryomancer grumbled discontentedly, keeping his eyes on the street.

Meanwhile, nearby, Kuai also scanned for the target, hoping it would eventually show up.

— Are you sure the information you remember is accurate? — He inquired, looking at Bi-Han, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

— I won't listen to those cyborgs created by the Grandmaster's order. I don't trust mechanisms. — Cryomancer replied, standing up and sighing irritably. — Let's find shelter. Our target definitely won't show up today.

While they wandered through the forest, looking for a place to spend the night, Smoke, without much thought, began to worry.

— Speaking of cyborgs... Have you ever considered that this could be a setup for the future? What if the Grandmaster decides to turn us into them? — Tomas said cautiously, nervously swallowing saliva. In response to his words, both brothers just laughed.

— Nonsense. A machine can never reach the same level of strength as a human. — Bi-Han remarked, faintly smiling.

Kuai paused for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively:

— Unlikely. But if that happens, I'll try to escape immediately.

Finding a secluded place to spend the night proved to be a challenging task. There were plenty of police officers in some areas and ordinary people in others, who shouldn't see them. The mercenaries' gaze fell upon a dark alley dimly lit by a couple of street lamps. Unfortunately, all three of them hadn't anticipated that their mission would drag on for several days, so they hadn't brought any provisions.

It was only a couple of hours before Smoke began to suspect something. Tomas started pacing around, sniffing.

— Does it seem to you like it's smelling... odd? — Smoke asked, trying to pinpoint the source of the smell.

— It's probably from Han. For him, work is more important than washing and sleeping. — Kuai joked, earning himself a slap from Bi-Han.

To their surprise, two portals opened right in front of them, from which a pair of demons emerged, one of which immediately lunged at Bi-Han. While the brothers fought off the two bloodthirsty demons, Smoke curled up against the wall.

— Is this idiot going to help us or not? — The Elder Cryomancer exclaimed angrily, gripping the creature's jaw.

Meanwhile, the Younger silently fended off another monster until he noticed a third portal. Freezing and pushing away the demon, Kuai approached the opening, from which almost immediately a kunai on a chain flew out. Thanks to his sharp reflexes, Cryomancer managed to catch the dagger. Someone outside tried to pull Kuai towards them, but he immediately released the weapon and recoiled.

— What was that? — Han asked, who had already dealt with the demon.

The Younger's prolonged silence slightly unsettled Bi-Han. What or who could be there?

— He's here — Kuai replied coldly, forming an icy sword in his hand. — Get ready.

Bi-Han almost immediately understood whom Kuai was talking about and simply nodded silently, also creating ice weapons in his hands.

[fanficsfreeideas]

this is a one-shot

"Shattered Echoes: Memories of Alastor"

As Alastor's consciousness slowly emerged, his head throbbed with a dull, incessant pain. Gingerly touching his scalp, he recoiled at the sensation of wetness and pulled back his hand to see it smeared with blood. His heart raced in panic as confusion and fear washed over him. He examined his hands, only to find that they were no longer human fingers but sharp claws instead. And upon reaching for his head again, he felt something pointed—what appeared to be deer ears.

His last memory was helping his mother in the warm comfort of their kitchen while the scent of fresh cake batter filled the air. But now, as he lay there with strange appendages and a growing sense of dread, he couldn't help but wonder: Where was his mother?

Attempting to rise, he was met with searing pain shooting through his leg and chest. Gasping and clutching at himself, he realized he had suffered deep wounds on both areas—his chest bearing a gaping wound and his leg broken beyond use. His vision blurred as questions raced through his mind: How did this happen? Who could have done this to him?

At that moment, voices began to drift closer—voices that sparked an unfamiliar fear within Alastor.

"Why do we have to find the boss?" grumbled the first voice bitterly. "We're better off without him."

"Charlie cares about him," replied the second voice softly yet insistently.

"He ran away like a coward during the fight with Adam," spat the third voice angrily. "He left us behind to fend for ourselves. We should just leave him."

The fourth voice retaliated defensively. "King Roach is not a coward! He's injured and needs our help."

Alastor's breath hitched in his throat at these words—who were these people? Were they affiliated with his father? Was this a punishment for something he did? And what about his mother—was she safe?

Panic surged within him, compelling him to find a hiding spot. With great effort, he pushed his broken body towards a nearby opening in the wall and waited for the voices to pass.

Peering out cautiously once the voices had faded, he was met with another shock as a hand suddenly reached out for him. In a burst of fear, he retreated into the safety of his hiding place, trembling at the unknown figure outside. The man cursed under his breath.

Lucifer's furious gaze pierced into the dark hole in the wall where Alastor was hiding. His brow furrowed in irritation as he muttered to himself, "How the hell did that damn bellhop get in there?" The room was filled with uneasy tension as the devil paced back and forth, his mind racing with frustration and anger.

With a deep breath, Lucifer spoke again, his voice dripping with venom. "You better have a damn good reason for hiding in there while my daughter fought against Adam." As he waited for a response, his patience quickly wore thin and his tone became sharper. "Get your ass out of that hole before I drag you out myself."

Alastor's heart raced with terror and pain, his body instinctively curling into a small ball. He could feel every beat of his chest screaming in agony, but the fear was even worse. Trembling uncontrollably, he covered his head with his arms as if it would protect him from the world collapsing around him.

"Stop hiding like a coward and face your punishment," Lucifer's voice cut through the air like a knife. But Alastor could barely make sense of the words. He couldn't understand why these people wanted to hurt him. He didn't get into fights; he didn't know Adam or anyone; it was just him and his mom. He was just a kid, his mother's son. Tears fell down his cheeks as he closed his eyes tighter, wishing for this nightmare to end.

Lucifer's breath caught in his throat as he heard the soft bleating sounds coming from the hole. Frustration and anger surged as he squatted down to get a better look. He clicked on his flashlight, and its beam revealed Alastor cowering, looking like a broken and battered creature. Lucifer's initial irritation turned to shock as he took in Alastor's condition. Blood matted his hair, leaving crimson streaks across his face, and his chest was soaked with it from a gaping wound. His leg jutted out unnaturally, the bone protruding through the torn skin. The sight made Lucifer's stomach churn with pity and disgust. "Hell, you look like a wreck," he whispered, his voice now devoid of its earlier anger.

Lucifer's throat tightened in a knot as he watched Alastor's trembling figure. He could see the fear and panic in the sinner’s eyes, and it only added to his own internal turmoil.

"Alastor, it's alright." Lucifer tried to keep his voice steady, hoping to calm both himself and the sinner before him. "I'm sorry for yelling earlier. I thought you had abandoned Charlie, but now I see that you fought. You fought hard, and I am proud of you."

Alastor lifted his head weakly, his wide eyes filled with terror. "You're lying," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "My father sent you to hurt me. You want me to leave, to beat me... you even said I had to accept my punishment." His words were broken by sobs as he pleaded, "Please, don't hurt my mom. Don't take her back to him. I'll do anything." In a desperate attempt to save his mother from her abusive husband, Alastor was willing to offer anything—even starving himself and working for free.

Lucifer's heart constricted at the sight of this broken and terrified child before him. This was not the cocky bellhop or the cunning radio demon he knew. This was a scared and vulnerable boy who believed he was about to be taken back to his abusive father. The weight of guilt settled heavily in Lucifer's stomach as he wondered what exactly Alastor meant by "anything." But he couldn't bring himself to ask the traumatized child before him. He needed to handle this delicately—if not for his own sake, then for Alastor's fragile state of mind. With a heavy heart, Lucifer closed his eyes, determined to find a way to help Alastor without causing further harm or trauma.

Lucifer's heart raced as he fought to keep his voice steady. "Shh, Alastor. I'm not taking you to your father. Your mother is safe. But you need to tell me... What's the last thing you remember?"

Alastor's voice trembled as tears streamed down his blood-stained cheeks. "I promised her... I promised her I'd protect her." His words were filled with pain and regret. "But I failed. I failed, Mom."

A wave of disgust and anger washed over Lucifer at the thought of Alastor's father harming his own family. He needed confirmation before he could make any moves. "Alastor," he asked gently, "how old are you?"

Alastor looked at him with a mixture of confusion and pain in his eyes. "Thirteen, sir. I'm turning fourteen in a few days." He paused, his voice cracking with emotion. "Mom and I... we were making a cake for my birthday." It was also the celebration of our freedom from him one year after we got away from him.

Lucifer was taken aback by this revelation. Alastor was a child; he remembered his life before death with clarity. That shouldn't be possible. No one retained such memories, let alone in such detail.

"Wow," Lucifer forced a smile, his tone overly bright to hide the turmoil inside him. "Fourteen! That's a big deal. And you know what? I throw the best parties." He could only hope that this small talk would distract Alastor from his injuries for a moment.

"But first," Lucifer continued, trying to sound nonchalant despite the weight of responsibility now on his shoulders, "let's get you out of that hole there and healed up."

Alastor tensed at the prospect, fear evident in his eyes. "You... you promise you won't take me to my dad?"

Lucifer gave him the most genuine smile he could muster, trying to ease his fears. "I promise. And if anyone ever tries to hurt you, I'll protect you." He extended a hand towards Alastor. "So please, come out."

After a moment's hesitation, Alastor began to move, only to be met with searing pain that caused him to cry out in agony. Lucifer cursed under his breath, realizing that the initial shock must have worn off. "Kid, this is going to hurt. I'm sorry." Alastor gave Lucifer a sad smile and said okay.

With careful hands, Lucifer crawled halfway into the hole and reached for Alastor's arms. Despite his best efforts, each movement caused the boy more pain, and he screamed louder. "I'm sorry, Alastor. I'm so sorry."

Finally, with one last scream, Alastor passed out from the pain, leaving Lucifer holding the broken body of a once powerful demon now reduced to a wounded and terrified child. As he sat there cradling Alastor's unconscious form, Lucifer's mind raced with questions and plans on how to help him heal—physically and mentally.

"Happy birthday, kid," Lucifer whispered softly as he gently stroked Alastor's hair, feeling a pang of regret for everything that had happened to him. "Now let's get you fixed up."

[dynmghts]

ok and because i didn't want my other post getting TOO long... let's also talk about bakugou katsuki's undying devotion to midoriya izuku.

to do so requires understanding how their bond plays out in canon. and, understandably, that shit is complicated. but i'll do my best to simplify it so i can actually expand on the part that i do want to talk about, because he's literally insane with how deep his devotion runs?????

like okay, we all know the main gist of their beginnings: katsuki and izuku were friends. katsuki fell off a log, izuku went to help, and that intimidated katsuki so much that he pushed him away and did everything he could to violently cut him off. we also know that katsuki was extremely antagonistic towards izuku, and though that tapered off a fraction after the sludge villain incident, it wasn't (at least partially) resolved until deku vs. kacchan part 2, at ground beta.

this is also where things kind of get muddy for most people; that transitionary period from their previous enemy dynamic to a more assured rivalry. which i understand as well! it's a bit of a jump, and can be very hard to define the nuances in the way they speak to each other after that fight.

i think the most important takeaways are this: izuku is a lot more open to addressing katsuki, and katsuki can have a one-on-one conversation with him without it getting destructive. furthering on from that, katsuki is willing to participate in discussions about one for all and the subsequent powers that emerge past the base quirk, and it's evident that he spends a considerable amount of time training with izuku outside of class hours. izuku reads as someone still trying to adjust to this new side of kacchan, but he's also a lot more bold about the way he speaks to him - like true rivals.

and yes, katsuki still gets a bit mean-spirited with izuku, but izuku most certainly learns not to take any offence to it. (see: the way they bounce off each other in joint training, their dynamic in endeavor agency.)

so cam, you might ask, when did katsuki make such a 180?

and my answer is: it was never a 180.

his devotion began the moment he fought midoriya izuku in ground beta. as soon as izuku clarified the things katsuki spent YEARS clinging onto, as soon as katsuki had the boy pinned down with a win despite it being all might's quirk... there was a part of him that knew, i think. that this was going to change who he was to izuku forever.

in the manga, we get much clearer signals that katsuki's becoming more devoted to being by izuku's side, even before the first real showing of it in ch285. they left this little bit of foreshadowing out in the anime, but after katsuki saves jirou...

"this is the first time we've seen him put it all on the line for someone else."

this was back in ch208, before they even went to work studies. the characters themselves don't know this of course, this foreshadowing is strictly for the viewers, but you know which character is the most likely to know he would put everything on the line for midoriya izuku?

bakugou katsuki himself.

then skip forward almost 80 chapters, and katsuki literally risks his life to protect izuku's. skip forward a little more, and he's marching through the hospital with the risk of reopening wounds, just to find izuku and make sure he wasn't going to die.

again, and he's one of the few rallying the class into chasing izuku - the one who puts his foot down TO A PRO HERO, stating that he knows izuku better than anyone else. he joined the search with a still-wounded shoulder and helped the efforts to catch him. and when they did, he finally stepped forward and wore his heart on his sleeve: he apologised to the kid he bullied for ten years, in the rain that he hates, in front of the entire class who didn't know the extent of it.

then he's the one who swears off the name "deku" unless it's strictly for hero work, where it's his hero name, and that's how he wants it to be. he's the one that trains with izuku day in and day out leading up to that final battle against shigaraki. he's the one stationed with izuku to fight on the floating ua, with a team of heroes in the top ten and the big three of their school.

he knew his existence was the death warrant from shigafo, because he's the closest person to midoriya izuku, and he decided that if he had to die, he had to make sure they would win - he went to his death with the hope that his final attack would give izuku an edge when he got back. edgeshot on the summary of vol37 said that the person katsuki was waiting for, deku, would come, and that was why he had to bring him back to life.

and then what happens the MOMENT katsuki comes back? he goes to the edge of ua and spots izuku. rushes to his side. lets himself be directed to where he has to be, to ease the burden, to save their mentor and idol and the symbol of peace before beating the symbol of terror. and even after getting a brief respite, the moment he had to be there for izuku, he was - he had no portal to get him all the way back to where he was located. he TOOK HIMSELF THERE.

finally, in that aftermath, he went to izuku's room and heard he was quirkless again and his entire fucking world shattered.

because if all of the above doesn't speak the volumes of devotion bakugou katsuki has for midoriya izuku, he is so, so dedicated to that boy that... well;

"i guess i thought... we'd be competing... and i'd be on your heels... for the rest... of our... lives..."

it doesn't matter how you want to perceive his and izuku's bond. in the end, i don't really think it matters how the manga decides to end either. everything i've said is canon - or, at least, as close to canon as i can interpret it.

their lives are so innately intertwined now that it's so, so hard to separate them. katsuki's devotion to izuku runs so deep that he has endured pain, endured things he hates, endured death and resurrection and permanent consequences for the actions he's taken, and yet... he would do it all again for him.

and if that strikes fear into your muse, it honestly, probably should.

[lcortes]

Once upon a time, in Brooklyn, before Mario and Luigi ventured to the Mushroom Kingdom, Luigi was a shy and introverted kid who often found himself being bullied. While his teachers appreciated him as a good-hearted child, his classmates took advantage of his quiet nature. However, everything changed when Luigi met James, a boy who would soon become Mario's new friend.

Sadly, James seemed to take great pleasure in tormenting Luigi for no apparent reason. Luigi didn't want to jeopardize his brother's friendship with James, so he endured the insults and occasional physical harm in silence. Whenever James was around, Luigi would quietly excuse himself, allowing Mario and James to spend time together.

Feeling alone and forgotten, Luigi found solace in school. He joined the soccer team, where he excelled as a talented player. Although he was still shy, Luigi began to open up more to his teammates. After a rigorous practice session, Luigi prepared to walk home alone but was abruptly pulled back behind the school. It was James, looking angry and determined.

Desperate to escape James's clutches, Luigi tried to free himself, but James cornered him against the wall, delivering a series of punches. Confused and hurt, Luigi demanded to know why James was doing this. James responded with spite, saying that Luigi was his problem, claiming that joining the soccer team angered him because it made Mario happy, as if Luigi was more important to Mario than he was.

Terrifyingly, James wrapped his hands around Luigi's neck, choking him. Despite being significantly smaller, Luigi fought for his life, his vision darkening as oxygen became scarce. In a haze, Luigi could barely hear his own voice screaming at James, his body in excruciating pain. The sound of sirens filled the air, and everything faded to black.

When Luigi regained consciousness, he found himself in the hospital's emergency room, surrounded by his worried parents and Mario. Relief washed over him as he realized he was alive. His parents asked if he remembered what had happened, and with a heavy heart, Luigi nodded, recounting James's brutal attack and attempted strangulation.

Curiosity tinged with anger, Mario asked what had led up to this violent encounter. Luigi hesitated for a moment, seemingly concealing a secret, before confessing that James had insulted and occasionally hit him before but had never done anything this severe. Mario and their parents paled at the realization that this ongoing abuse had gone unnoticed.

As Mario apologized, Luigi shook his head, assuring him that it was not his fault. Tears welled up in Luigi's eyes as he admitted that he didn't come forward earlier because he didn't want to harm their friendship. It was a painful realization for Mario and their parents that this had been happening to Luigi, and they had been entirely unaware.

Mario's voice dripped with venom as he updated Luigi on James's fate. He had been arrested for what he had done to Luigi. Although it brought a sense of justice, Luigi couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for James's predicament. However, in that moment, he realized that his well-being and safety were far more important.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Luigi slowly healed from both the physical and emotional wounds inflicted by James. Through therapy and the unwavering support of his family, Luigi learned to trust himself again. He recognized the importance of speaking up and seeking help when faced with abuse, understanding that true friendships are built on respect and empathy.

And so, the tale of Luigi's painful past served as a solemn reminder that no one should suffer in silence for the sake of maintaining a friendship. Through adversity, Luigi found his voice and discovered that he was deserving of love, care, and protection, just like anyone else.

[zalrb]

Hey! Do you think there were other consuming romantic relationships in SOA? Like Donna and Opie or Gemma and Clay? Or do you think Gemma and Clay were just toxic bc yes they yelled and screamed and fought but it was never about their love for each other but rather about their need for control imo.

I originally started this ask like I don't consider either of them to be a consuming romantic relationship. I didn't see either of them being like this

But then was like to be fair, we don't know how Opie and Donna began, we don't know what they were like when they dating, we only see them when they're standing on the last legs of their marriage and Donna chose to stay then was killed. I suppose it was meant to be sort of like this

but I think my problem with that is we see how deeply attached Opie is to the club but not how deeply attached he is to Donna, when he talks about how his marriage with Lila isn't working and he's all "just trying to make shit fit but I miss Donna" or whatever it was I just like, you'd never know from how they were together in season 1. They have a few loving moments

but it's mostly Donna pushing him to quit SAMCRO and Opie not knowing how. When Donna is screaming at him to stay home,

he isn't the one who thinks of something to stay with her, he'd feel shitty about it but he was going to go, Jax is the one who's like take your kid to the emergency room, I'll deal with it. So with Jax and Tara, the struggle is of course Jax's priorities but I do see the lengths they'd go for each other, for their love, as well as what Jax would do for the club and I just see that Opie is willing to tear apart his family for the club. And Donna stays.

Clay and Gemma, I just think they became extremely toxic near the end. Like in the beginning they were toxic people and toxic for each other in the sense that they encouraged one another's bad behaviour and they were keeping secrets together, but he doted on her, he loved her, she loved him and they were cool being terrible people together and then season 4 happened.

I did get the sense that she and John might've been more the consuming type.

[tzimiscequeen-blog]

In the Heart of the Flames Chapter 9 Synopsis: Time is ticking down to the Kid Pirates departure and Jinjer is feeling the stress. Oswald re-emerges and causes a lot more stress

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted suicide (alluded to), angst, death of a transponder snail

WC: 2500+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

                         You awoke to soft talking across the room. You blinked and rubbed your eyes.

                         “Good morning, love,” Heat’s voice called from the love-seat. He was relaxed in the love-seat with a cup of coffee.

                         “Morning sleepyhead,” Toran said opposite Heat.

                         “Good morning,” you yawned and slid out of the bed. You grabbed a robe from Toran’s closet and sat on Heat’s lap. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and snuggled into his chest. You craved his warmth and his wood fire smell. The three of you talked for a while, had some coffee and some pastries and got dressed.

                         “I’m gonna go find Kid, make sure his ass is awake,” Heat said as he left the room.

                         “Jinjer…you should go with them when they leave,” Toran said as he began to strip his bed.

                         “What? You too?” You asked.

                         “Let me guess, Bea said the same?” he smirked.

                         “Yeah. You know I can’t leave. I need to provide for them, protect them,” you said as you got dressed.

                         “No you don’t. You’ve done a great job keeping them from what or whomever you are hiding from. I know you don’t owe me the story, but they are safer if you leave,” he walked over and held your chin in his hand.

                         You just rolled your eyes at him.

                         “Now you’re just being stubborn. Bea and I can’t make you leave. Just give it some thought. They are here less than a month now,” he said.

                         “Please don’t remind me. I’m trying not to think about that,” you mumbled.

                         “I just want what’s best for you and hell, does that man care about you, and from what he said, his whole crew does. Change is hard, but necessary sometimes,” he said as he hugged you then kissed your forehead.

                         “Thanks Toran,” you said as you kissed his cheek.

                         “Anytime Jinjer,” he replied as you walked out the door.

                         The crew had mostly assembled in the main area. Killer shoved Kid out of the room they were in for the night as Kid was half asleep. You all headed back to the Punk for showers and a real breakfast.

                         The next two days were uneventful. You did hear from Henry that he was working on a new place and you got a message to Bea. Heat maintained the same level of affection he had been. You just absorbed every touch and moment you had with him.

                         Everyone agreed that The Twisted Tale was alright to return to. No sign of Oswald or any tails of his. You went more casual that night. A black strappy maxi dress with your combat boots and a jean jacket.

                         You were feeling irritable all day and calculated it was getting close to your period. Dwelling on the Kid Pirates leaving soon just made it worse. You hoped that maybe a few beers would loosen you up a bit, but it didn’t seem to help. You stayed quiet for the first part of the night, not wanting to say something out of frustration.

                         “Love, we can leave if you want. Head back to the Punk. I can rub your back…” Heat suggested before you cut him off.

                         “No, I want to go home. I want to see my family. I want to see them with my own eyes,” you said through gritted teeth as you fought back tears. You stood and threw a pile of berri on the table and headed to the door.

                         “What’s got her panties in a bunch?” Kid mumbled. Killer slapped him in the chest as Quincy slapped him in the arm.

                         “What?!” the captain yelled.

                         Heat got up to stop you, but you turned to him.

                         “Please don’t. You’re leaving in a few weeks. I’ll figure out the Oswald situation on my own since you won’t be here to help,” you said as tears began to stream down your face. The beer definitely made it worse.

                         Heat stopped in his tracks and he winced at your words.

                         “We may be leaving in a few weeks but God damn it we’re gonna help while we’re still here Jinjer,” he said as he took a deep breath to fight his own tears. Not once since you met them had you raised your voice or even behaved this way. You were grumpy sometimes but not like this.

                         “Why? So my heart can just continue to break for the next three weeks? I can’t fucking do that!” you were bawling now. You turned to the group, “Do whatever you want with my stuff, I’ll just replace it. It’s been fun.”

                         “Sweat heart, we can’t let you leave it’s not safe for you,” Wire said calmly as he tried to put a soothing hand on your shoulder. You batted it away.

                         “Are you going to stop me? Hold me down? Keep me against my will?” you yelled.

                         “That’s enough songbird. You know we don’t do that,” Kid stood and his tone was serious.

                         “Stop it with the pet names. You. Are. Gone…in three weeks. You’ll forget all about me and my fucked up past and go on your grand adventures. I wish you all the best. Have a nice life Kid Pirates,” you finished and stormed out of the bar. Your eyes were so blurry you missed that Heat wasn’t there anymore.

                         “Where’s Heat?” Killer said almost immediately.

                         “Fuck! Wire, Papas go get Heat’s vivre card and find him, fast. Kil you and me are getting Jinjer back. Quincy, Sid, go give Reck some help with the family. I got a bad feeling,” Kid ordered.

                         No words were said. They had been a crew for years now and they worked like a well oiled machine when it came down to serious business.

                         Kid and Killer left the bar and headed towards your house since that was where you said you wanted to go.

                         “Somthin’s not right Kil,” Kid said as his eyes darted around to look for you. The street was a straight shot for two blocks before you needed to start making the combination of turns to get to your house so they shouldn’t have lost you yet. You should have still been in view, even if you had started to run.

                         Killer pulled Kid down an alley.

                         “She must’ve used these,” the first mate said.

                         Kid nodded and they followed the alleys. After about a minute they heard someone talking in an adjoining alley. Kid walked straight into the alley where he heard the voices. You were on the ground, unconscious. Hands bound behind your back, and feet tied. Kid didn’t hesitate.

                         “Oh fuck!” one of the three guys said. He was on a transponder snail that he dropped as he tried to run. Kid used his power to send the knife he always had in the bandoleer across his chest through the neck of that guy. Killer ran in behind his captain and although he didn’t have his punishers he was still very adept and killing. He pounced on the next guy and snapped his neck. The third was frozen in fear. Kid grabbed him by the throat and crushed it.

                         Killer picked up the transponder snail while Kid knelt down and undid your bindings and cradled you in his arms.

                         “Hello? What is happening? You idiots better not have hurt my fiancée. I told you to bring her to me unharmed,” Oswald’s voice was on the other end.

                         “I’m gonna fucking find you and crush your head you piece of shit,” Kid snarled into the snail.

                         “You must be the pirate filth she was with. You better not have defiled her, I need her ready to provide me heirs. She’ll need to be cleansed of your putrid scent…” Killer crushed the poor snail.

                         Kid now noticed the black eye that began to form on the left side of your face and the blood that was now drying from your nose and top of your head.

                         “Fuck! We sent Papas with Wire,” Kid remembered.

                         “I’ll grab Quincy, she’s closer,” Killer said as he ran towards your house.

                         “Hey songbird. Stick with me OK? I got you. We all do,” he said and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He didn’t know what other injuries you had so he took his time to not jostle you too much.

                         You began to stir in Kid’s arms and since you didn’t know it was him, you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

                         “Hey, songbird. You’re OK. You’re on the the Punk,” Kid tried to sooth you. Quincy met you two at the top of the gang plank.

                         “Get her to the med bay,” she said.

                         “What…? My head…I…” you struggled to get your thoughts out. Your face hurt, your knuckles too.

                         “I got you. Let’s get you looked at first,” Kid said calmly

                         “Heat! Where…” you remembered the horrible things you said. You wondered why it was Kid that had you and not your blue haired love.

                         “Wire, Pomp, Papas, and Gig are looking for him. We have his vivre card. We’ll find him,” Kid smiled at you.

                         “Kid, I gotta talk to you,” Killer’s voice was calm, but you could hear something there. Fear maybe? Your head was too foggy to get a good read on people.

                         Kid nodded and got you to the med bay. Killer immediately pulled Kid into the hallway.

                         “What?!…I can’t…no…go find…Kil go find him…alive,” you partially heard Kid’s side of the conversation. Killer spoke too quietly.

                         Quincy looked you over while you noticed Kid hadn’t returned immediately after the conversation. You did hear a loud thud and a sound you knew was from Kid, but never expected. A loud sorrow filled bellow. You saw Quincy wince and fight back tears of her own. You grabbed her hand and took a breath to try to get the words out.

                         “Where is Heat?” you looked at her with pleading eyes.

                         “We don’t know yet but the others will find him,” she didn’t elaborate.

                         “What aren’t you saying?” you asked as you felt your chest tighten and tears began to form in your unswollen eye. You could still hear Kid’s cries as things were slammed and broken against the wall of the adjacent room.

                         “Do you know what a vivre card is?” she asked as she turned to grab a few things from a cabinet.

                         “No,” you replied.

                         “It’s a piece of paper that holds the essence of a person. They’re used to help locate the person it is tied to. We have one for every commander and a handful of others, like myself and Papas,” she said as she turned and brought over a syringe and a blood collection vial.

                         “If someone is missing we can just rip a piece of the paper off and it will move in the direction of where the person is, like it’s trying to get back to them,” she sat and wrapped a tourniquet around your arm.

                         “I need to draw some blood to test for certain chemicals. It will help me treat you,” she gave you a small nod.

                         “Ok,” you said.

                         “When Wire went to get his piece of Heat’s vivre card…” she coughed as she fought back tears.

                         “Half of the piece he had was ash and the edges of the remaining piece were still burning. They checked the other pieces and the main page. Same thing happened to them,” she sniffled.

                         “Quincy, what does that mean?” you asked between tears.

                         “It means…something bad happened. Since the whole thing isn’t ash, he’s still alive,” she took a steady breath and got some blood drawn.

                         “But…it’s still burning…” you said.

                         “Yeah…he’s not doing well. Papas can triage when they find him,” she stood and placed the vial on the counter.

                         “Jinjie, Heatie is uh…” she said as Kid interrupted her.

                         “You keep working. I’ll fill her in,” he said as he pulled a chair up next to you. He didn’t hide his bloodshot and red eyes as he took your hand gently.

                         “Heat’s been through a lot. We all have, but he’s gone through some things we couldn’t even imagine,” he paused and kissed your hand.

                         “He has depression and suffers impostor syndrome. Papas has him on meds that work, mostly. He has some off days but not like before or like this,” Kid said.

                         “What do you mean by impostor syndrome?” you asked.

                         “He doesn't think he is worthy.”

                         “Worthy of what?” you asked.

                         “Love, compassion, happiness, dreams, friendship…living,” he whispered the last word.

                         “Oh, God. Did I? The things I said. Kid…please tell me he didn’t try to…”he cut you off before you finished. He sat on the gurney and pulled you to his chest.

                         “Don’t think about that. You weren’t yourself and neither was he. He knows you didn’t mean what you said. Kil, Wire and the others will get to him in time,” he hugged you tight.

                         “Q, how you doing on that blood?” he asked.

                         “There is definitely something in it, but I’ll have to wait for Papas to confirm what it is. I’m not sure,” she said as she walked over and wrapped her arms around you and Kid.

                         After a moment she got you cleaned up, bandaged your head and gave you an ice pack for your eye and your hands. She gave Kid a bottle of pain killers.

                         “Someone needs to monitor you. You’ve got a concussion and you need to be careful about sleep. Someone needs to be with you for the next 24 hours or so,” she gave you a chaste smile.

                         “I’ll do it until Heat gets back. You OK with that songbird?” he asked.

                         “Yeah. I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean it. I love your pet names. Something had me on edge all day and then it boiled over at the bar,” you said.

                         “We know. That’s why we’re testing your blood. Wire suggested it,” Quincy said as Kid helped you up.

                         “You want to lay down in Heat’s room, my room, lounge…?” Kid asked with a shrug.

                         “Heat’s, I need to smell him,” you said as Kid nodded and carried you to the fire-breather’s room.

                         He placed a glass of water on Heat’s side of the bed. You had him get out a pair of your pajamas and he silently helped you change. No lewd comments or flirtations. He helped you into Heat’s side and handed you a dose of the pain meds. Then gave you a kiss on the forehead, tossed his jacket in one of the armchairs, and sat in the other.

                         “You can lay down too. I need someone next to me,” you said.

                         He nodded, removed all but his pants. He then laid on top of the blankets as you snuggled up to him and wrapped your arm around his waist.

                         “Get some rest Jinjer. We’ll get this all figured out,” he said.

                         “Thanks Kid,” you said.

                         “You’re welcome songbird,” he replied as he put the ice pack on your swollen eye and you drifted off to sleep.

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WELL, I didn’t know I needed this in my life. Why this hasn’t been written yet is beyond me, guess only the Ancients know. Clockwork is my number one suspect. Because if this did exist, our timeline wouldn’t recover or would completely heal. Or nothing would happen at all but shits and giggles.

Guess I’ll have to write it to find out the outcome.

#phantom planet did not happen

“Wait! I’m a cartoon over here!?!”

The reports of a new vigilante group began popping up about a week ago. Small and big time rouges, creeps, and traffickers were being knocked out of commission. Bystanders and interrogations revealed that all of them were taken down with ease, like a wave hitting a toddler on the beach. The group used blasters never before seen and other gadgets. Though, the group themselves used the shadows to hide their identity’s.

Videos and photos were in affective and CCTV footage was no better. But, two consistent clues were present: There were five vigilantes, and all of them were no older than teenagers. At least one or two of them were Metes, but that was a theory more then a fact.

Bruce had been gaining more gray hairs by the hour. Reports were piling up about the group and their escapades that he was wondering if most of it was a joke.

They were able to take down a Riddler Game Show before it happened, stop six murder attempts, find a Man-Bat Serum shipment, then fought three Man-Bats and won. Then they punched a Gotham Elite for embezzling from a nature reserve, stopped the Scarecrow from releasing Fear Toxins into the city, beat him in combat all while telling him that his Fear Toxins were weaker than “Frightys”; then one of them drank it right in front of him, smashed the casing on the ground before screeching like a pelican. All that and more within a single day. Every day was like that!

Bruce sat hunched over at the Batcompter typing away when Alfred walked in. He looked about the state of the Batcave. The floor was covered wall to wall in notes and piles of coffee cups, cans of seltzer, and tea were within arm’s reach of the Wayne.

“Master Bruce, I advise you to leave the cave and take a walk in the garden.”

“Hm.”

“I will not take that as an answer, Master Bruce,” Alfred said as he approached the littered desk.

Bruce let out an ever suffering sigh, “Not now, Alfred. I need to find these teenagers before they get themselves killed.” Alfred shook his head.

“I believe their whereabouts will be revealed within due time. But not if you sit at your computer reviewing the same notes repeatedly.”

“I don’t need a break, I can handle a little research. Kids lives are at stake here.” He then began to mutter, “They were last seen near a Bat Burger around ten this morning fighting a local gang, so maybe—,”

Alfred did his equivalent of an eye-roll before turning off the Batcomputer with a single press of a button. Bruce sat there like a fish before slowly turning his head to Alfred.

“Now, Master Wayne,” Alfred said. Bruce closed his mouth with a clank. “Take a walk in the garden while I prepare a lunch.”

Bruce got up and left the cave like a bat out of Hell while Alfred followed behind, leaving the cave empty for a moment before two figures emerged from the shadows.

“Phew—, I thought he would never leave,” Dick said, putting his phone back into his pocket.

Damian tisked but quietly agreed with Dick’s comment. They approached the Batcomputer, hopping and dodging notes like a game of hopscotch before turning it back on. Dick began to whistle a little ditty as he raked through a pile of reports. Damian started to surf through the millions of tabs Bruce had left behind when Dick started to chuckle.

“What’s so humerus?” Damian asked, not turning away from the screen.

“No wonder B is aging like a fly,” he replied. “These reports are ridiculous, like look— ‘Group of shadow-like teenagers punt a visiting Lex Luther for ‘all his war crimes’ and recent attempt at kidnapping.’ God, I heard about that from Tim, but man what I wouldn’t have given to be in Tim’s place just to see that fight.”

Damian side-eyed Dick at his antics as he continued typing away.

“Oh, this one’s new!” Dick said. “Hostage report: ‘A mysterious teen emerged from the shadows and head butted Twoface while the man was monologuing to us about death like usual. The man collapsed and didn’t get up. Another teen appeared and left a therapy book next to him. I think he either fucking died or got brain damage!’ These reports are sending me—!” Dick fell into a laughing fit but Damian clicked on a tab that caused him to pause. Damian squinted at the screen before turning to Dick.

“Richard, have we seen this model of laser somewhere before?”

Dick flicked his attention to his brother then to the screen where a video was playing. Though grainy, the silhouette of a hand held laser no bigger then one of Steph’s lipsticks, was visible. A neon green light shot from the weapon in a single line, blinding its targets as the wielder waved it about in a flailing motion.

Their was no sound, but with the chaotic motions, the color of the laser, and it’s size Dick couldn’t help but agree with Damian.

“Well, that’s going to bug me all day,” Dick added. “Maybe for the next week.” Damian glared at the screen with a hum before the sounds of the elevator echoed through the cave. Duke emerged from the metal doors but stopped from entering further.

“Wow, what rabbit hole did Tim fall into?”

“Oh, this wasn’t Tim,” Dick said.

“Ah, Bruce?”

“Bruce.”

Duke clicked the roof of his mouth, “Figures.” He floated over the notes and approached the Batcomputer. He picked up a stack of reports separate from Dick’s and couldn’t help but struggle holding back a laugh.

“Yeah— yeah, these guys would drive Bruce up a wall,” Duke said. “I haven’t run into them yet, but boy do I want to.”

“Tim got fucking lucky.”

“Lucky and is probably the chosen one.”

“Thomas, does this device seem familiar to you?” Damian asked.

Duke turned to the screen and watched the video. He shook his head, “Not really.”

Damian slumped in his chair with a scowl. His eye started to twitch the longer he stared at the screen. He eventually changed the video to another where the Shadow-Teens where wielding huge blasters, stunning each target with point blank range. No shots were missed.

But the feeling of familiarity never left Damian, and it only made his eye twitching worse. He grumbled as his glare grew sharper then a blade. Duke whistled in awe at the skill present. Dick glared at the screen too, “This is going to haunt me all day.”

“Huh?”

“Dami and I think we’ve seen those weapons before,” Dick said. “But I can’t pinpoint why!”

Duke patted Dick on the shoulder with a nod. Damian rolled his eyes as he switched to looking at photos. They were grainy like the videos, but the group made due. Dark silhouettes of the teens fighting and flying about made the feeling worse, giving Damian a headache.

“Yawn~ where’s B?”

Duke and Dick turned and yelped while Damian threw a throwing star in the direction of the voice. Tim dodged it with ease from his sleeping bag on the floor. Said sleeping bag was completely buried in notes and reports to the point it was basically the cubicle equivalent of government official camouflage.

“Ah! It’s the chosen one!”

“Fuck off!”

“Holy shit, Tim! Your involved in this chaos?”

“Duh—,” Tim said, rubbing his eyes. “Where’d B go?”

“Tt, Alfred evicted him from the cave,” Damian replied.

“And told him to go touch grass,” Dick said with a smile.

Duke looked at Dick with wide eyes, “And I missed it? Gaaaaa!!!”

Tim sat frozen in place, “You took a video, right?” Dick’s smile stretched into a toothy smirk that could scare a god as he pulled out his phone and lightly waved it.

“Send that to the group chat immediately!” Duke said.

“Doing that now.”

“The blackmail folder shall eat well this day,” Tim said with an evil cackle.

“Can we let father keep some of his dignity?”

“No.”

“Oh no, never.”

“Someone needs to keep the Batman on his toes.”

Damian huffed and drummed his fingers on the desk. His mind went back to the laser. The answer sat at the top of his tongue, but it was stuck there. So, he left the cave to wonder the manor to stew in his thoughts.

Wondering the manor did nothing to solve his plight. So when patrol rolled around, Damian’s mood was down and bitter like the time he watched Marley and Me. Watching the sequel immediately after did not lift his mood like Dick thought it would, it only served to make Damian feel worse.

Dick seemed to be in a similar boat, clearly not coming any closer to an answer either. Though, he was better at hiding it when the Batclan gathered before riding off across Gotham.

Hopping from rooftop to rooftop, Damian continued to think when he heard the sounds of repeated gunfire. He changed trajectory towards an alleyway behind a Bat Burger and looked down.

No one was there. But the hairs on his neck stood on end. Damian turned around and unsheathed his katana in one single motion, blocking his assailant from approaching further.

“Wow there little birdie,” said a voice dipped in venom. “No need to ruffle your feathers.”

Three goons stood before him wearing Joker Masks. Their dark, empty eyes stared deep into Damian’s, making his skin crawl.

“Tt, and what are you and your ignoramus of a boss plotting?” He gave them a glare that could start a fire as the same voice from the middle goon rang on.

“Oh, nothing The Big Bad Bat needs to worry about. But our boss has been looking for a new toy before the party begins.” The goons pulled out electric sticks and dart guns and began rapid fire. Damian dodged and slashed with each attack. He dashed and dove about the rooftop, making the goons frustrated with each missed hit. Before Damian’s eyes, more goons appeared, seemingly multiplying like a cell pulling a mitosis. He gritted his teeth but trudged on, knocking out goons who got to close with the hilt of his blade.

“Robin, what’s your current status?” Oracle asked through his comm-link. “Your movements are chaotic.”

Damian tried to reach for his comm-link but goons would take a gamble and grab for him. But Damian dodged and bared his teeth with a growl at every attempt. However, the Jokers Masked Goons were emerging from the shadows like zombies, carrying more elaborate weapons with a more murderous intent.

“Robin, do you copy?” Oracle continued to call out.

Damian dove off the roof towards the alleyway where more goons were filling the space. He didn’t falter but used the goon’s heads as platforms to jump off from. He hoped from head to head, smirking at each yell of pain.

“Baby Bat, what’s going on?” Nightwing called through the comm-link. “What’s happening over there?”

He stayed clear of the streets, only using Gotham’s maze-like allies to try and evade the gaggle of goons. But, when Damian thought he lost them, ten more goons would appear. However, he was able to reach for his comm-link.

“This is Robin,” he began. “I’m being chased by Jokers Men,” he dodged another set of goons. “There are a lot of them, rather persistent, and armed.”

“Are you or anyone else injured?” His father asked in his Batman tone.

“Negative on both fronts, I am alone.”

“B, I see the Joker’s horde,” Red Hood’s voice rang through.

“You’re not fighting them, Red Hood. Stay away from the Joker.” Batman said.

“I don’t see the Joker, old man. Just a horde of Joker Worshippers casing the Demon Brat like zombies.”

“Hn.”

“I don’t need assistance, I’m completely capable of losing them.” Damian dived passed a set of goons, doing a barrel roll.

“Likely story, kid. I’ve seen the army of The League Assassins, that looks smaller then the crowd you’ve gathered here tonight, which is a feat— congratulations.” Damian’s eye twitched in annoyance.

“I see them too!” Spoiler said. “Holy— did you find The Nest or something!”

“What the fu—,”

“Where did these guys even come from?”

“Tt, they approached me first. They said that the Joker was searching for a ‘new toy before the party.’” Damian’s words sobered the comm-link real quick.

“Red Hood—,”

“Already on the move.”

“Oracle—,”

“Robin’s coordinates have been dispatched.”

“Red Robin and I are heading over now.”

“Sit tight, Rob. We’ll get you out of there.”

Damian turned off his comm-link and continued to dodge goons while doing flips, spins, and jumps. His moves were like a dance but nothing deterred his pursuers. His chest started to ache as his breathing became more labored. He was still hitting goons with the hilt of his katana but they kept on coming.

Eventually, Damian ran into a dead end. The goons had smirks that spelt a storm. His energy was draining, but he stood his ground and held his blade firmly, ready to shed blood when an echoey voice rang through the alley.

“Ancients, did you find The Nest or something?”

The air became cold, not like a cold spot or a spike, but something heavy, like winter itself. Damian felt goosebumps form under his suit while the goons violently shivered as they froze in place at the presents of the voice. Damian and the goons looked about, but found no one.

The voice began to sing slowly in a teasing manner before speeding the rhythm, “Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na— Batmaaaaaan! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na— Batmaaaaaan!”

The voice repeated the words but Damian wasn’t familiar with this theme, though it was clearly based off his father. The voice, however was familiar, but again his mind was blank.

Goons started to be hit off in groups as the being continued to sing. The ditty caused Damian’s ears to ring due to its constant use of Na na na. Richard would love this, Damian thought as he watched the invisible force throwing goons at each other like throwing a ball.

“Na na na na na na na na na na na na— Batman! Batman! Batman! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na—!”

Goons were being knocked down like rolling pins as the voice cheered in victory as they seemingly danced through the chaos. Damian didn’t know weather to jump into the fray or not.

“Hi clown, by clown! Na na na na na na na na—!”

Suddenly, the voice gained a body as their invisibility washed away, revealing a boy around fourteen in black and white dancing like they were at a disco. He continued to dance, seemingly unaware of his lack of invisibility. Damian’s shoulders fell as his back straightened. His eyes grew wide at the boy’s features.

“This is a joke, right?” He whispered to himself.

Suddenly, every piece of the puzzle clicked together. Why each gadget, battle styles, and chaotic nature felt so familiar.

It was because they were characters from a show Dick made him watch when he first became his Robin. A show Dick and him now plan to binge watch once a year. A show that was getting a new season and comic series next summer.

Danny Phantom, the boy before him was undauntedly Danny Phantom.

Why he was sining an unheard of Batman theme was beyond Damian, but he couldn’t find the power in him to care because Danny Phantom was kicking Joker’s Men into next Wednesday; and into the air but that wasn’t the point.

As Danny began to reach the climax of his song, the air became cold enough to freeze the Gotham smog into puffs of solid piles of dust. He then waved his hands as his voice range above the crowd, “Da da da da da da da da da da da da da— Batmaaaaaan!”

He crashed his hands to his side as he stomped his foot against the ground. Ice shot from beneath him, encasing the goons inside it. The ice towered over buildings and alleys, reaching far beyond Damian’s eye sight with ease.

“What just—?”

“The fuck?”

“Robin, what’s your status?”

“What the fuck—? Why are Joker’s Goons trapped in ice? You know what—? Whatever! This is the most disgusting yet beautiful ice castle I’ve ever been in. This is a dream come true! I- I think I’ll cry, give me a moment.”

“Baby Bat! Baby Bat! Answer us! Your location is glitching out!”

Damian stood in place, watching the Ghost Hero wipe his brow.

“Phew—!” He said. “That was a close call! Sorry for not arriving sooner—!”

Damian broke from his trace and stormed over to Danny at a speed that would make a Speedster blush. He stood on the tip of his boots to meet the teen at eye level, giving him a glare that could make Superman’s laser eyes seem comfortable to be under.

“Uuuuuuh— hi Robi—,”

“Are you Danny Phantom?”

“I- uh- yeah?” Danny said. “H-how did—?”

“So you’re not a Mete Cosplayer?”

“I can say the same thing about you, kid.”

“Do your transformation, now.”

“Excuse me? No! Sorry Robster, but I’m a ghost and ghosts don’t do that unless their undergoing a mitosis.”

“Lies, if your really Danny Phantom you will summon your rings of light and revert back into a human.”

Danny stood still, his face mimicking a fish as a ring of light emerged from his middle, then split in two, changing him back into a human. He dragged a hand down his face as he groaned.

“How?” He asked.

Damian tisked, “You are a popular form of media in this world.”

Danny paused before asking, “What type?”

“An animated series made for TV,” Damian stated bluntly.

“Oh! Well!” Danny took in a sharp breath, “Didn’t know that! This is awkward— ummm, sooo, funny story… Your a popular form of media in my world too…”

Damian froze again before asking, “What does that entail?”

Danny’s eyes glowed green as he smirked, “Same thing it means for me, Damian Al Ghoul Wayne. Batman has been a part of my world’s comic and TV history for like decades.”

Damian’s blood ran cold before he heard Nightwing callout, “Baby Bat! Where are—! Is that Danny fucking Phantom!”

“Nightwing?” Danny breathed out. “Oma— your my favorite DC character next to Alfred and Martian Manhunter!”

The rest of the Batclan appeared as Danny said that, causing them all to freeze for a solid minute before Red Hood yelled, “I’m sorry— the fuck—?”

*Insert that Spiderman meme*

So, we see a lot of "DComics exists in Danny's world and he knows about the Batfam".

And I raise this:

"Danny Phantom exists in the DC universe and Damian knows a lot about Danny because he was forced to watch a cartoon by Richard. Who loved the show."

So, Danny ends up in the DC universe (bad reveal or something else - your pick). He knows about this place. He is an avid fan. He is a little confused at first about what version this is (a mix. It's a mix of favourites) but otherwise he's having fun.

That is, until Robin pulls the stunt where he comes upto him and speaks to.him about things he really shouldn't know????

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would yanderes BakuDeku(poly) react to reader being forced to sleep with someone against her will and she turns to them for help

Yandere BakuDeku x reader | Ex Husbands Help Me!!!

⚠️[Warning: Implied mention of sexual assault, pregnancy before marriage, light mention of torture, yandere behavior, stalking, and murder]⚠️h

You weren’t sure how long you sat in the car in the parking lot squeezing your wheel but the sudden rush of the cold and the sound of teeth chattering had you snapping out of it.

“Kazuki. Iruki. Do you have all your stuff?”

“Yes Mama!“

“Why are we here?”

Iruki, always painfully curious. The last thing Iruki was going to let this go, she wanted an explanation. She had picked up on your anxiety the moment you picked them up from kindergarten. She knew Kazuki was just trying to keep the mood up but why?

You ignored her, herding them out the car and tutting them when you did happen to find their prized toys strewn about the backseat. You wanted to turn back around, pick the twins up and hightail it out of there; but you had to do this for your babies. That's what you told yourself as you rang that pristine doorbell of the familiar mansion and when the door opened to see the green haired muscular hero you tried to say the same thing.

“(Y/n)? What's wrong? We don’t get to have them for another two weeks?”

The worried falsetto you used to pour your heart out to in the dead of night almost made you do it again but instead you let the twins barrage his knees with hugs and grabby hands as they greeted him.

“Hi DADDY!” “Hello Dada.”

“Hiii heroes! Have you been good to Mommy? How was your day?”

You only followed with their abandoned luggage when Izuku invited you in with the hand that was still free. The twins began their mission of scaling your ex-husband as they had done many times before, answering their father’s inquiries as they scaled him like a building. You couldn’t help but smile assuring yourself that whatever would happen to you they’d be just fine. You fought back those annoying tears as you started taking out their necessities from the diaper bag. You knew Katsuki would want these scrubbed down right away saying something along the lines of, “I'M NOT HAVING THE GERMS OF ANYOTHER GRUBBY TODDLERS BUT MY OWN!!!”

“Pops!”

“Poprock!”

Speak of the devil. You cringed at your daughter’s sardonic use of her American terminology. You and Izuku both agreed that when she voiced her father’s connection to the candy you both wouldn’t point out that it wasn’t a candy she was calling him but a way to say his title and his descriptor: “Pop Rocks.”

“What are you troublemakers doing here? You didn’t trick Mom with that bull sh-butt routine, right?”

You appreciated the effort to keep things clean. You remember arguing about him censoring himself when the kids came; his rebuttal at the time was, “ the world’s gonna be that way anyway, better for them to handle it sooner!” You remembered it was a common argument throughout your pregnancy.

Your children shifted their focus from climbing their one Dad to climbing the other, giving Izuku the chance to talk under the pretense of helping you wash their dishes. When you felt his figure slide next to yours with a sippy cup in hand you couldn’t deny the heat that ran up your body in embarrassment. As if it wasn’t bad enough he casually brushed your hands against his as he washed the cup. He’s gotten a lot smoother, that's for sure.

“Does this have something to do with your boss?”

So perceptive he knew when you made out of character decisions it often fell to that one person. You had, many times, called either Izuku or Katsuki in a frantic voice to call you at a specific time and fake an emergency or just to come over and check that everything was okay. Even though this time was much worse you were sure you could get off with a partial truth.

Izuku was annoyed. He hated that you were even living so far away but it was the fact that they so often had to be your backup. Not that he didn’t enjoy your dependence on them but the fact you relied on them like a girl does on a bad first date was disturbing. After investigating your boss he found out why you did what you did.

He apparently was the head of an influential name with a fortune bigger than entire countries. This business was nothing but a playground where he poked and prodded at whoever he liked. To make matters worse he had a record of chasing around an employee whether they're receptive or not they’ll go missing, turn up dead, or are often traumatized for life. All within a month. He had been chasing you for six. Izuku during his many stakeouts had gathered enough evidence to incriminate him but the lengths his snakes in the Police Force and in the Hero Association. He realized if the enemy was going to play dirty he had to as well.

He had to thank Katsuki’s observation for your sudden change from ‘I never want to speak to you two again!’ to ‘could you call me at 21:34 on the dot and say that you're stopping by from your patrol.’ His husband had pointed out that you seemed to show off your connection to them as heroes and people who you talk to often. As much as he hoped it was because you secretly wanted to get back together Katsuki pointed out how you were probably using them as an insurance. They both recalled how you had done that often, even in high school, you often planned. Paranoia was a pain but came in handy when you needed it.

“You know if it’s a problem we can help…” He was stepping on eggshells, you were adamant about how independent you were.

“I don’t want your help.” You spoke through gritted teeth, this was the root of your separation. You found out how they did things and it got messy.

“(Y/n) seriously. You can’t quit. We can’t always make it in time. He is closing in and he’s going to do something horrible-”

He realized how much louder he was speaking and how you were trying not to cry out loud. He squeezes on your hands while he turns you; your back facing the opening of the kitchen where Katsuki has both twins hanging on his arms.

“What's wrong with Mama?!”

“Did you hurt my Mami?”

Izuku sweat-dropped at Iruki’s accusation, before looking down at your pleading (e/c) eyes and tear stricken face.

“It's ok,” He smiled his hero smile, ”Mommy was just a little nervous about sharing.”

He hugs you, slotting his mouth past your hair (if you have any) straight into your ear. “Share your problems with us baby, we’re a team, remember?” You were standing still even as he embraced you. You weren’t on board. which was a problem. He and Katsuki wouldn’t be able to execute their plan “For our kids. (Y/n). They need you (Y/n). We need you, baby.” Finally you collapse into him and return his hug. He looks up to Katsuki who gives him a knowing nod and hauls away the twins.

When the twins were sleeping you told your ex-husbands all about the proposal that was made by your boss.

“So the %#@$##@$* is trying to get you to sleep with him?”

“Kacchan!”

“Sorry. The poop-head wanted you at his place three hours ago?”

“...I was supposed to quickly drop them off but you know..”

“We’re gonna handle this babe, don’t worry about it.”

You tightly gripped your mug of (chocolate milk/tea/there is no in between). “You mean you’re going to….kill him?”

“Yeah.”

“Kacchan!”

“What?! You want me to keep beating around the bush? We all know what we have to do.”

“Yeah but you didn’t have to-”

“Are you guys sure this is our only option?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it babe, we’ll do this, you move in, and then we can focus on what really matters. Like why were both Iruki and Kazuki suspended from Kindergarten?”

“What?! I thought you pulled them out!”

“No, they apparently did something particularly questionable.”

“Kazuki?”

“Yes, him too.”

“What did they do? Is it something we need to work on? What-”

“According to the principal they both tied up the teacher, locked them in a closet, and broke into their snack cabinet, leading one of the kids to eat food that they were allergic to.”

“What did they eat?”

“Chocolate syrup and some pancake flour. Apparently their teacher has a taste for chocolate pancakes at the beginning of the day.”

“Oh Allmight! They must have gotten it from you, Kacchan, showing off spectacularly but going against the rules.”

“HEY! DON’T ACCUSE ME! BESIDES I NEVER BROKE THE RULES!”

“They may have been trying to do what you guys did when you took down that old LOV gangster. Adding insult to injury I happen to have a bit of a scuffle with their teacher…”

“Oh.”

“HA! My Rascals, I taught them those knots!”

“Kacchan!”

“Kat!”

_______________________________

When you woke up you could only remember some of what happened. It all came rushing back when you flipped the news on to find your boss had died from a maniacal butler’s murder-suicide. When the kids came running into your room they had explained how they were ‘so excited to have Momma over for their sleepovers’ and that they’d spend the day showing you all the cool stuff they did when they were at Daddy and Pop’s house. That's how the majority of your day went, only ending when your ex-husbands came home with a guy who introduced himself as your boss’ lawyer. He told you that you were entrusted more than a quarter of his fortune and his current estate. When you looked in shock and with furious intent at the two heroes they shrugged and you accepted your check and deed.

When the lawyer left. Katsuki with a curled lip and eyes of disappointment told you how the butler really did get to him before them and had been preparing to repay his victims and their families. Lucky you.

I didn't go into detail for this story but the real life situation is terrifying and confusing.

If you are struggling with a situation where you don't feel safe and can't reach out for help know that your not alone. You are worth it and you shouldn't short change yourself for anything. You can call this number if you need support: 1-800-656-4673

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Break up prank on the sk8 boys

➯ Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Cherry, Joe, Miya and Shadow x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none, just some angst to fluff. Enjoy!

Reki:

He thought it was a joke at first

Like you, he watched his fair share of videos, and had seen the trend going around already

But you weren’t discouraged, you were going to try and make him believe it no matter what

He laughed it off the first time, but after you simply gave him a puzzled look and a “huh?”, he felt his heart pick up significantly. Maybe you weren’t joking??

Instantly he was running back in his mind where he could’ve possibly gone wrong, where he could’ve messed up so badly that you felt the need to leave?

After his nervous laugh died down, he went deadly silent

“You’re serious?”

You were starting to feel awful, like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but you decided to persist

When you nodded your head slowly, you could’ve died when you saw how quickly his face dropped

Even though he had a small smile on his face, you could see the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He was running a shaky hand through his hair, and when you were ready to take him into your arms, to tell him you were only kidding, he wouldn’t let you get a word in edgeways

A flood of questions was suddenly leaving his moth, all his unvoiced questions coming out in one go. He was holding your hand now in an almost death grip, asking you why you were unhappy, why you wanted to leave

Why he wasn’t good enough for you

That’s all you needed before you were pulling him into your arms, sobbing yourself. This shut him up, he was completely speechless as your tears pooled on his shoulder, telling him you were so sorry, that you were only joking. You just wanted to see him get a little panicky, you never expected the outcome to look like this

As soon as the words left your mouth you saw his shoulders visibly drop, pulling you impossibly closer as he let the last of his tears out. He chuckled shakily, running a hand up your back.

“I thought I lost you for a second there”

That was when you pulled your head out of his shoulder, grabbing his face between your hands and pulling him closer to you. Eyes wide, he simply watched as you declared he could never lose you, that you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck to him like glue, whether he likes it or not

He gave you one last relieved smile, before he was pulling you close again for a desperate kiss. He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would, because now that he’d thought he lost you, he was never going to take anything about you for granted again

Langa:

Was fully convinced you were serious right off the bat

Right as the words “I think we should break up” were leaving your lips, his brain was doing overtime trying to figure put how he hadn’t realised how unhappy you were. Sure, he was kind of bad at reading emotions, but surely he wasn’t so terrible he couldn’t figure out how his own s/o was feeling?

Was he really as bad at communication as people told him he was?

You instantly regretted your decision as you watched his mouth hang open, saw his eyes scrunch slightly as he wrung his hands quietly at his sides

He nodded, and you couldn’t seem to swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes locked on the small tear rolling down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away with a small smile

“If thats what will make you happy”

You couldn’t seem to collect your thoughts as you watched him step closer to you, dropping his head to your level as he grabbed your hand. It was soft, as if he didn’t want to hurt you any more than he thought he had. He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones to say. Eventually he just took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes

“Were you really that unhappy?” Your heart broke when you heard the crack in his voice towards the end. “How did I not notice how sad you were?” Tears were falling down his face again and he didn’t even bother wiping them away this time. Suddenly you were shooting forward, grabbing his shoulders as you began to cry

“You’ve never made me unhappy Langa, not once.” You saw his wide eyes stare at you, not even attempting to reply as he watched you continue. “It was a joke, Langa. I wanted to see how you’d react, I didn’t think you’d take it this seriously. Did you really think you made me unhappy? Ive never been happier than when I’m with you-“ you barely got to finish before he was wrapping you in his arms, his grip vicelike. His face was digging into your shoulder, clinging to you as if you’d disappear any second.

His breath was ragged and shaky as he pulled you even closer, making sure there was absolutely no room for you to escape. You ran your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down as he slowly emerged from your shoulder

With a small chuckle, he rubbed the side of your face with his hand, letting his head drop slightly as he let out a sigh of relief

“I really thought I was ignoring my own s/o’s feelings.” You laughed, pulling him into another hug

“If I’m ever upset, I’ll let you know. Just know it wont be for quite a while” you grinned, grabbing his collar to pull him into a kiss. It was sweet, and gentle, and you felt all your previous problems melt away as Langa pulled you closer, smiling into the kiss

Cherry:

You and Kaoru rarely fought, and when you did it was over minor things that were reconciled within a day. So when you were sitting him down, asking if he’d be okay with breaking up, the only thing he could feel was complete confusion.

What happened? You’d always been so happy, never expressing much discontent. And besides, whenever you did it was resolved as soon as possible. What was so different today?

What was making you so unhappy that you felt the relationship was beyond saving?

Or worse, what outside your relationship was making you happier than him?

He kept these thoughts to himself, coughing quietly to try and open up his throat that seemed to be impossibly tight at that moment. He held your hand, stroking it softly and nodding before looking up at you

“Why the sudden change of heart, hm?”

The small smile on Kaoru’s face that was slowly diminishing by the second made you want to melt into the ground. Even when you were asking him to leave, he was still so caring, still so loving. You could only watch, feeling your heart break as he looked at you, his eyes glassy as he quickly plastered the fakest smile you’ve ever seen onto his face

“Well, if you’re unhappy when you’re with me, surely we shouldn’t be together.” He let out a small, breathy laugh that was almost missed by you, if you hadn’t been watching him with such avid horror. “I dont know why you feel you aren’t happy anymore, sweetheart, but I’m glad you realised what you want.” You watched him stand without a word, as you slowly realised that this is real.

He thinks this is real

That was all you needed before you were leaping off the couch, practically turning it over with the force you’d pushed off it. You were shouting his name, grabbing him by the arm and absolutely dragging him to face you. With the sudden turn and shock, you both ended up on the floor as you began to babble, words pouring out of your mouth and tears streaming from your eyes

“Kaoru, of course I’m not unhappy, you always know just how to make me happy, I could never leave you!” You were jumping on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat up, a hand on your back and the other pulling your hair back from your face, trying to find any trace of a lie on your face

“Are you serous? It was all...” he was speechless. He didn’t realise you would even pull something like that, much less go so far with it

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you sobbed. “I never meant for it to go this far. I just wanted to see you get a little worked up, pull a funny prank, nothing else, i prom-“ you were cut off when Kaoru pushed his lips onto yours, breath shaky as he ran his hand through your hair, as if you were going to disappear any second and he was making sure you were still there

When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a small laugh

“Don’t ever pull that shit again”

Joe:

When you first brought it up with him, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Surely you weren’t serious, right?

He kept a smile quirked on his lips, a questioning look in his eyes. Still, you kept a face of steel, as if challenging him to ask if you were joking

As worried as he was, he wasn’t sure you were being serious. Something about it wasn’t..genuine? You looked too straight-faced, your expression staying neutral the whole time as if to not give something away. He was certain he hadn’t done enough to make you this delighted about breaking up, so why were you so unaffected?

The cogs were turning in his brain, all arrows pointing towards one of two directions: either he was a massive dick, or it was a prank

Oh. A prank

Of course, he wasn’t certain, but it would certainly explain quite a bit

So he decided on a plan. It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do, but if it was a prank, it was a nice way for him to get you back for the little skit you pulled. And if it wasn’t a prank, well, maybe it’ll take the sting away a little

His mouth quickly dropped to a frown, ready to put his plan into action. “Oh yeah? Well, thats a bit of a relief.” He had to try hard to hide his grin when he saw your eyebrows furrow, saw the frown begin to spread across your face. So maybe it was a prank. You could only watch as he continued his speech

“You see, I’ve been thinking about ending things for a while now. There was a girl at S I met a few weeks back, and man, you should’ve seen the eyes she’s been giving me. Anyways, I’ve taken a real liking to her, and Ive been thinking about giving things with her a shot. Of course, now it shouldn’t be a bother, right?”

When he saw your face contort from confusion to anger, he knew he’d fucked up severely. Suddenly you were getting up close to his face, prank forgotten, poking him in the chest as you began to shout

“Are you serious!? After all we’ve been through together, you’re just gonna leave me for some bitch you met a few weeks ago??” You were fuming at this point, while Joe watched you with with a look of mock confusion

“What’s your problem? You were the one who wanted to “break up”, right?” Something about the way he said ‘break up’ made you freeze, looking up at him as you watched a grin begin to form on Joe’s face. That bastard

“You...you asshole!” You were lost for words. He knew this whole time? And instead of enlightening you, he decided to play along? You watched with a blank expression as Joe laughed, pulling you into a hug

“I knew it” he let out a loud laugh, but it almost seemed forced. You pulled away, and when you tried to look at him his eyes seemed to be everywhere but you. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you

“You didn’t think id actually want to break up, did you?” When he simply frowned, pulling his eyes away again you cooed, pulling him into your chest as you stroked his hair, feeling his arms slowly wrap around your waist and hold you close

It’s safe to say the two of you stayed like that for quite a while

Shadow:

When you asked him to break up as a joke, you simply wanted to see if you could piss him off. Hiromi was prone to getting mad at the smallest things, cursing up a storm when he did something as small as mess up his makeup

So when you saw his face break, felt him shrink in on himself as he asked you why, what had he done that made you want to leave, your face was frozen with shock

Now this was completely new. Of course, you knew Hiromi wasn’t just some big angry man, but you didn’t think he’d get this worked up

Brows furrowed, he brought a hand to his forehead as he let out a long breath

“What happened?” Those two words held so much emotion it almost made you break. You didn’t realise how much this would affect him, just how upset it would make him. But here he was, an emotional wreck as he wiped an almost-tear away from the edge of his eye

But soon after, he was stepping close to you, grabbing your hand and looking at you with all the sincerity in the world

“Please, give me another chance. I dont know what I did, but I do know we can fix it. I know we can, please y/n. I cant lose you”

His heartfelt speech was all you needed for the tears to slowly fall from your eyes, Hiromi looking at you with a look of concern, and confusion. You were stepping into his arms, crying silently as he hesitantly put his arms around you, not quite sure what to do. So was that a yes?

You picked your head off his shoulder, not moving from his arms

“Oh, Hiromi” he looked down at you, concern washing over his face once more. “It was only a prank, I’m so sorry.”

Now he wasn’t just upset, but relieved. A bit of anger was in there somewhere, but that could be overlooked for now. He let out a loud laugh, hugging you so tightly you could’ve sworn you felt at least 3 of your ribs break

“And what made you think that was a funny thing to do?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, not letting you out of his death grip. You simply shrugged, burying yourself deeper into his chest. He smiled, his knees practically buckling after the whole ordeal

He held you at arms length, a frown on his face. You felt a twinge of panic, maybe he wouldn’t forgive you?

This thought was quickly forgotten when he barked out a loud laugh. He dropped his face to your level, putting his hands on your shoulders

“Pull something like that again, and I swear you’ll give me a heart attack”

Miya:

Miya has never been one for properly expressing his emotions, so when you walked up to him one day and asked him to break up, he simply frowned. He didn’t let it on, but his world was very quickly caving in around him

Keeping a neutral expression, he sighed and nodded his head. He didn’t trust himself to speak right now

When you gave him a confused look from his lack of a verbal response, he really had to try to not walk out of that room there and then. You break up with him, and then expect him to just take it and walk away with a smile??

When you continued to look at him expectantly, he just let out a breath, turning away from you. “Fine. Whatever. If thats really what you want then so be it” he was kicking himself for being so blunt, but what other choice did he have? He couldn’t think, his lungs felt too small, too cramped

And now you were going to leave just like everyone else had

You tried to put your hand on his shoulder, calling his name quietly. He simply shrugged you off, dipping his head so you wouldn’t see the tears that were quickly collecting in his eyes. You’d just dumped him, the last thing he needed was you seeing him cry. You didn’t give up, asking him why he wouldn’t just look at you. Still not facing you, he attempted to talk again

“What more is there to discuss? You want to leave, so go. I’m not going to stop you if its what you want.” The crack in his voice at the end of his sentence broke your heart, and you were quickly turning him around, with more force this time, so he was forced to look you in the eyes

“Do you really think I’d leave that easily? It was a prank, you dumbass.” His head was buzzing with thoughts, why the hell would you do that? So you dont actually want to leave? You’re still gonna stay with him? You-

His thoughts were interrupted by you flicking his forehead. His hands flew to his head, letting out a cry. First you pretend to dump him, and now you have the audacity to flick him?

However, it did serve its purpose of pulling him out of his thoughts, and you were quickly pulling him into a hug while you stroked his hair. Before long you felt your shoulder grow wet with tears, the occasional sniffle leaving him. You laughed, holding him close as you tilted his chin to look at you

“I’m not going anywhere, as much as you might like me to. You’re stuck with me for a while longer, Miya Chinen.” He looked away from you, clicking his teeth

“Shut up..” he was mumbling, but there was so mistaking how hard he was gripping your clothes, as if you might try to leave again. But like you said, you weren’t going anywhere for quite some time