#the fact that he stopped Aim with just one hand MAN >:D

[oozeandgoo-art]

[maikissed]

always have always will

part 3 to post euro Jude Bellingham story I'm back with itttt eat up warning: yeah, there's smut

If you had to choose a word to define the change that made it’s way into your life, you’d call it all-consuming. You started to get to know some different, deep buried parts of yourself that you had never reached, absolutely rebuilding the well organised pattern you had been working hard for. Safe order and strict strategy kept numbing you for years and you did not even realise that it created an armoured blockage to keep away feelings you considered dangerous. People, you considered good and gentle but not suited for your desires. You could not settle for anything else, while your heart called for something it picked out so long ago. You’ve kept your love quiet and obedient, hidden, despite the fact it was eating at your soul. All this time it was here, for you to reach for, and it made you laugh and shake your head whenever you thought about it. Humans can be stubborn and silly.

You were about to see him, first time in two months, and you wanted to say you were nervous about it, yet it was not the truth. Your gaze focused on your leg, jumping in a quick rhythm, your fingers gracefully intertwined on your thighs. The weather was agonizingly hot, your body was hot, the AC blast set on the highest intensity in the cab did not help with your state at all. Furiously you grabbed the edges of the shirt you were wearing on your thin top, tearing it off your sweaty skin. The driver gave you a concerned look in the back mirror and you huffed under your breath realising you were indisputably excited to see the man that could not leave you at peace for even a moment. Your thoughts occupied by the ghost of him, your nights filled with wildest fantasies of him, tormenting to the point you had to actually do something about it. You missed him crazy.

“Hace mucho calor, no?” you joked nervously, trying to not look mad in this man’s presence.

But why did you care, to be honest?

He simply nodded and took a minute before he took his eyes away from you, looking back on the road. You realised your cleavage was quite unveiled after you stripped in the back of his car. The top low and tight on your chest. You scoffed under your breath.

You took just one step further after leaving your luggage near the main doors and you stopped in your tracks when Jude’s silhouette appeared from around the corner. A playful grin appearing on your lips as he noticed you, surprised expression painting itself on his pretty face. He did not smile back yet.

“You were supposed to come tomorrow” no reproach in his voice, just simple curiosity and a tad of teasing.

“I might have get the dates wrong” you swung on your feet, your hands connected low behind your back.

The anticipation.

“Liar” he scoffed, the glow in his eyes gave way for dark greediness.

Maybe you did lie with aim to surprise him.

“Hi” your voice sweet when you batted your eyelashes at him.

You were standing there, pathetically enamoured with him to the point of shameless flirt that flowed from your voice, your gaze and chest pressed up, your hands still behind your back innocently.

“Hi” he murmured and next everything happened quickly.

You started to run to him, reaching him first after he took a few steps your way, your hands wrapping around his neck as you jumped up into his arms. His hands gripping your thighs to keep you close and steady. No more words were needed now when you kissed, your movements rushed, excited, the press of your bodies and the touch of your lips filled with hunger and longing. He was merciless and you were trying to keep up with him. Placing you on the large table he leaned back to take a moment to look at you and you giggled when his hands reached under your skirt unexpectedly. A gentle smirk appearing on his lips at the sound.

“Up” he commanded and you hummed in amusement, mocking him in that manner.

“Eager much?” you joked as he hurriedly dragged your panties down your legs.

“I missed you” his eyes innocent, sparkly and sweet when he voiced it out.

But there was no innocence in the way he yanked the trousers belt to slide it off the loops fast and firmly. His gaze on you all the time but your own eyes travelled lower to watch these ministrations. The anticipation unbearable now. The sound of the zipper opening and you shivered thinking if you were prepared for him. No foreplay, no gentleness, just raw want and ache.

Stepping in between your legs he brought his face close to yours, not kissing you, just lingering there as he positioned himself. His breath fanning your skin, you did nothing yet, just let him adjust you on the edge of the table. It stung a little when he entered you and you groaned.

“Did you miss me?” he breathed against the skin of your cheek, pulling out and pressing back in, slow but thoroughly.

“Yes, oh God” you moaned surprised by the intensity of this experience.

You’ve never felt the high hit you so fast. Just a few pushes of his hips and you already felt like you might snap in a second. All-consuming. Your breathing uneven, your hands holding him close desperately, your lips searched for his. Sloppy as you both moaned into each other’s mouths. The big, heavy table screeching on the tiles when he sped up, you started to feel dizzy. Letting go of his arms you slowly laid down on your back, a scream leaving your lips when he gripped your hips, adding more force to his next thrust. Your heart beating so ruthlessly, you feared it might jump out of your chest. Somehow, you felt like you stopped breathing for a moment, a weak close-mouthed whimper, that turned out was yours, reached your ears.

“Do you want me to stop, love?” he asked but still kept fucking you with relentless pace.

“N-no” you whined “Harder” a whisper.

“Fuck” his voice shaky and his next push was almost painful for you.

But your body accepted it with pleasure as the first strong pull flexed your lower muscles. An overpowering wave bursting inside of you, hotness spreading up inside your veins, reaching your temples and ears. The next wave as powerful as the first. And another and then another, you cried as it seemed to not end just yet. One more and you surely were going to pass out. It became quiet out of the blue, your eyes closed, ringing in your ears. He picked you up by his arm wrapped around your torso and you sighed when your upper body slung onto him.

“Are you alright?” breathless question, his voice soft.

“Mhm” you hummed lazily.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, just tired”

He graced you with the sweetest smile helping you get down from the table. You weren’t the proudest of yourself when as soon as your feet reached the floor, you faltered on your week legs. He caught you in time, a short huff leaving his mouth.

“Careful”

“Uhuh, you have to carry me around now” your tiny joke brought a wide smile on his lips and he bent lower to pick you up.

You were absolutely excited about visiting Madrid, you adored Spanish sun, architecture and people. But the first two days you both spent enjoying each other’s company, since you had too little time for it unfortunately. The decision has been made, approved by both of you. This new relationship was very young still and you could not keep your hands to yourself most of the time. You were insanely besotted with each other, spending all mornings in bed, taking hour long showers, him close to you for the whole day. To be precise, you lived off of sex for two days straight. And the sex was wondrous. In the morning it was blissful when you were still rather drowsy, your body light and so delicate, responsive to the gentlest touches. Buried in the thin sheets, slow and lazy, wet, passionate kisses, soft gasps and murmurs into each other’s mouths and the eye-contact driving you mad, his dark eyes full of adoration. He loved the eye-contact, always craving your attention, and you were falling apart as soon as he stared into your eyes. It was the most powerful feeling. There were moments when you tried to shun from his intense, loving stare and it always amused him, delicate smile playing on his lips.

“Are you being shy on me, love?” his lips moving against yours gently, his voice deep.

You smiled, your eyes still stubbornly closed.

“No” you breathed.

“Then look at me” gently but demandingly.

And for course the moment you opened your heavy lids to grant him what he asked for, the next snap of his hips was quicker and more precise, pushing into you with force, making you feel so full. A breathless mewl escaping your lips, a low moan of his followed. But you kept his gaze.

“Good girl” and you were a mess.

You spent the next evening with his friends, a simple dinner on a massive, roof terrace, with cocktails and music. The atmosphere felt like true vacation on a Greek island, under warming sunset, beautiful horizon painting beneath it. You were nervous at first but after some time you relaxed, mixing both English and Spanish in the conversations. Jude’s friends had a little laugh at him, pointing that you were much better in speaking Spanish that him. He acted a bit offended at first but then added that you were much better than him in many things. Socializing with all these people turned out well, it was easier than you expected. It wasn’t exactly the fact that you struggled to make new acquaintances, you just felt some kind of pressure to make a good impression. Wanted to be seen as fitted for him. As the night went by you’ve noticed Jude watching you most of the time. His gaze did not slip your attention, as you parted for some time. Whenever you looked his was he was already looking back at you. His face bright, eyes focused but peaceful, you smiled at him and he smiled back with his honest, boyish smile you adored so much your whole life. You were standing few meters away from him, the eye-contact present still, your smile turning wider because at first it appeared quite funny to you. Like he was trying to say something or point something out and you couldn’t figure out what. He blinked and gulped, you noticed the bob of his throat. His eyes never wandering lower, down your body, as he did earlier, just gazing straight at your face. You blinked remembering you’ve noticed him look at you this way before, couple of times during your whole friendship. But it always seemed like you’ve caught him on it, his head turning the other way nervously as you looked back. This time he kept his gaze on you, confident and sure. You’re his.

He was very calm as he followed you into the house later that night. You were yapping, of course you were, you granted yourself with a few delicious strawberry margarita drinks and you felt overjoyed. The fact that you have to part in few days forgotten for now. He was silently listening to your talking and observing you.

“What?” you giggled standing in the middle of the living room, your face flushed, you were a little breathless.

He came up to you, a smirk on his face but his eyes still calm, not mischievous. His finger rising up to hold up your chin, your deep, shiny pupils gazing at him.

“I want to marry you” he muttered and you bit your lip, a wide smile trying to break through.

Yes! Of course! Yes, please! – a loud scream inside your head.

“I can’t marry you now, Jude” you commented seeing that your answer did not affect him.

“Why not?” he asked with a frown, the ghost of a smile still there.

“Because all of this is still fresh!” you punctuated, always reasonable.

“We know each other since diapers” he sneered, more seriousness in his voice.

And he was right, of course. But at the back of your head there was still a minuscule bundle of fear, almost creating pain as it kept pressing on your skull, that if you take a one wrong step, everything might crumble and the heartbreak following would be too great for you to live with.

You huffed wondering if he was joking, or maybe testing you?

“Yes, but…” you tried but he interrupted you.

“I can go and get a ring first thing in the morning”

You laughed.

“You’re not being serious. And you don’t even know my size”

“Oh, I do know” he licked his lips, his brows up as he smiled at you again.

You stood there, flabbergasted, eyeing him cautiously.

“How the hell do you know? I don’t even wear rings” your voice funnily judgmental.

“It’s a secret”

He embraced you but you placed your hands on his chest to watch his expressions.

“Liar” you stated, your gaze hard and daring.

He put more force into his hold and pressed you closer to him, kissing you on the lips before you could jest more with him. He pulled back, a nonchalant smirk on his lips.

“Marry me” he whispered before kissing you again.

“No” you fought, your lips desperately pressed close to spite him.

“Yes, marry me”

You started to wriggle against him but there was no way you could escape his strong grasp.

“No” you laughed breathlessly, your body pressed against his hard chest.

Somehow it felt the way your little disputes used to feel when you were younger. It brought back the best of memories. Despite the fact that the subject felt rather serious for the age you were in, but when considered it seemed not so complicated and consequential at all. Felt right.

Most likely annoyed with your resistance he bent down very low and picked you up swiftly, you screamed as your head flung low upside down on his back, your hips on his arm, legs in the air.

“That’s unfair!” you squeaked as he started to walk in the direction of the stairs “Put me down” you pressed the heels of your palms on his spine.

“You’re being difficult, have to be handled” he muttered, keeping you in place with his strong hold.

“You can’t settle everything by force!” you brawled and the last scream escaped your chest as you landed abruptly on the bed in his room.

Swiftly he rested above you, his eyes huge and shiny.

“I love you” he breathed “Always have, always will. Marry me”

Your lungs empty, your heart full, limbs tingling, skin warmed, mind quiet. You blinked at his strong confession. No query in his eyes, no doubt. The truth has been there for the longest time. On the both sides.

You started to laugh softly, but not in mockery, not in rejection. The laugh voicing out the obviousness, the joy and pride of the place you’ve finally managed to reach. 21 years later and you were free.

“Of course I’ll marry you, you lunatic” you joked with a full smile “I love you so much” and this last sentence close to bring you to tears.

“You’re so strange” he chuckled before kissing you deeply and passionately.

Many more I love you’s was brought by the rest of your night.

[grandlinedreams]

hello!! i absolutely adore your stories so i was wondering if you could do one with zoro, and the reader falls down the stairs (but yknow survives, sorry kuina💀) and the reader gets like a broken nose or sprained ankle or something and zoro is just like super worried

i understand if you don’t want to do it but have a great day/night 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'm going to resist making a "down d. stairs" joke but wkdnd absolutely, I can do that!! I hope this is to your liking!!

"I don't see why you're the one carrying this stuff. Didn't you say the old lady had a son? Why can't he do it?"

"Because, Zoro," you sigh as you adjust your grip on the box of carefully wrapped bottles, "Her son broke his arm last week. And it's nice to do things for people when we can." A smile tugs at your lips. "Makes us not seem so bad for a bunch of pirates."

Zoro scoffs. "We're pirates, [name]. We're not supposed to be nice."

"Says the man who ate onigiri off the ground for a little girl," you say, snickering when he aims a glare your way.

"Who told you about that?"

"Who do you think?" You shake your head, amused. "Who knew Roronoa Zoro could be such a softie?"

"You're gonna think softie in a minute," Zoro grumbles, ignoring the fact that his threat makes little to no sense as he trails after you. You're not even sure why he's chosen to tag along ㅡ boredom, perhaps.

"Ah, there you are." The older woman who'd asked for your help in the first place ㅡ Nina, she'd introduced herself as ㅡ pushes away from where she'd been resting on a crate near the door to her home. "I was afraid you'd gotten lost."

"My apologies," you say, "I was joined by one of my crewmates, I hope that you don't mind."

Nina looks at Zoro, her silent assessment making him bristle at the scrutiny before Nina says, "You look like you could use a good meal, the both of you. Why don't you stay for lunch? It's the least I can do."

Zoro frowns. "No wㅡ"

"We'd love to," you interrupt, silencing him with the hard jab of your elbow into his ribs. When Nina turns and heads down the hallway, you hiss, "Zoro, don't be rude."

He opens his mouth to say something, only to halt as Nina returns. "Could you take those downstairs for me, dear? And would your friend mind helping me with lunch?"

Part of you balks at the idea of Zoro helping Nina with food ㅡ after all, there's a reason he isn't trusted in the kitchen ㅡ but Zoro is answeing for you before you can stop him.

"I'm on it. Whatever gets us out of here faster." Nina seems unphased by his attitude, and he dodges the kick you aim at the back of his leg with a smirk.

"Brat," you huff, then peer around for the aforementioned stairs. There's a solitary door nearby, and you prop the box on your hip to open it, finding a set of stairs descending down below.

Given the dim lighting, your descent is slow. Taking it step by step, you shiver at the draft of damp, musty air that sweeps up towards you, tightening your grip on the box.

It happens when you're about two thirds of the way down the steps. The stairs are undeniably damp now, slick with condensation ㅡ and then you're losing your footing and tumbling down the last handful of steps.

Reflex can only do so much and with both arms occupied by the box of bottles, you have no way to brace yourself. Your shoulder slams into concrete first, followed by the crack of your head bouncing off it as well, making your vision blur with the searing pain that follows.

"Fuck," you breathe as you push yourself upright, hissing at the throbbing of your shoulder before you freeze at the slow slip of something from your nose. Bringing your hand up to swipe your fingers against it, you don't need good lighting to know what the sticky warmth is. "Well, shit."

You take a minute to assess the damage. The box of brown paper wrapped bottles is unbroken ㅡ you wish you could say the same for yourself. There's the deep throb of pain from your shoulder that all the way down into your fingertips, then the blood oozing from your nose.

Nothing is broken ㅡ you hope, anyways. It takes a minute to ease yourself onto your feet, closing your eyes against the way it makes your head spin for a second before you head back up the stairs.

You grip the railing as tight as you can, half-pulling yourself up the steps. By the time you reach the top your other arm is straddling somewhere between pins and needles and being completely numb, and you're certain blood from your nose has dripped onto your clothing.

Opening the door, you shut it behind you and rest against it for a moment before moving towards the faint sound of voices coming from Nina's kitchen.

"Oi, what took you so long?" Zoro asks, teasing in his tone as he turns from where he's picking up a plate of sandwiches (made by Nina, who hadn't really needed help so much as wanted company) ㅡ and freezing when he spots you.

You've clapped a hand over your nose to hide most of it, but there's nothing to be done for the limp weight of your arm or the mess you've made of your shirt.

"Oh dear!" Nina hurries forward, concern clear on her face as she stares at you. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I slipped on one of the stairs," you say, "Nothing in the box broke, though."

"That's hardly important right now," Nina huffs. "I've told Luke we need to fix things downstairs before somebody gets hurt, and now look at you."

"I'll be okay, don't worry," you tell Nina and look towards Zoro in silent plea for him to help back you up, only to find that he's still staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"Poor thing," coos Nina. "I know I have a first-aid kit around here somewhere, and I can make you an ice-pack..."

"That's really not necessary, Miss Nina." Her fussing is starting to make you a little uncomfortable, especially given that you've had far worse than this. "I'll beㅡ"

"We're leaving." Zoro's tone is sharp as he strides towards you, ignoring the way your brow furrows.

"What aboutㅡ" You yelp as Zoro lifts you up, all but slinging you over his shoulder and leaving you to prop yourself up against his back. "Zoro! Put me down!"

"Sorry about this, but we're leaving." Zoro opts to completely ignore you, arm locked against your legs and undeterred by the way you squirm. "We have a doctor back on our ship who can patch them up."

Nina looks like she wants to argue for a moment before she nods, slipping ahead of Zoro to open the door for him. You struggle harder, smacking your good hand against Zoro's back.

"Stop treating me like I'm a sack of potatoes!" Zoro waits until he's a good bit away from Nina's before he halts, and your hope that he's going to listen to you is crushed by the way he simply adjusts so that now he's got you in a princess carry. "Zoro!"

"Quit complaining," Zoro bites back, "you want to drip blood everywhere?"

You quiet for a moment. "...Sunny's to the left." Zoro turns, and you groan. "Your other left." Zoro grips you a little tighter, but otherwise doesn't snap back as he follows your instructions. "I don't get what the big deal is, anyways. So I fell down the steps a little and now I have a bloody nose, but I'm fine."

Zoro's grip tightens to the point that it almost hurts. "Kuina."

Your head tilts. "Kuina? Your childhood friend?" He'd mentioned her to you once or twice before, the fact that she was part of his driving force to become the world's best swordsman. He'd gone tightlipped when you asked what had happened to her, and you knew better than to press.

"...she fell down the stairs," he says, voice uncharacteristically soft. "And...she died."

Oh. Guilt pools in your stomach, sinking feeling flooding your veins as Zoro walks. No wonder he'd given you that look at your flippancy of your situation. "Zoro, Iㅡ"

"It's fine." His tone is flat. "It was a long time ago."

You know that it isn't fine, that Zoro's too stubborn to admit when something bothers him like this ㅡ so you sigh, letting the tension in your muscles ease. "I'm not going anywhere, you know. Not any time soon."

Zoro says nothing at first and you think maybe you've said something wrong in trying to comfort him ㅡ and then his grip softens on you, just a little. "Good," he says, and you can hear the relief in his tone. "It'd be boring without you."

[exstasyplague]

UnPopular Jujutsu Kaisen Opinions (with arguments)

manga spoilers

☆ Yuji is the perfect MC

i've seen a lot of people trashing on him. some say gege writes him poorly and doesn't give him enough scenes, some say he's boring because he doesn't have any fancy cursed techniques. first of all, yuji has been aware of the jujutsu world for 6 months in manga; even less in anime. he doesn't have any OP cliche to him (looking at you Ichigo) and that makes him so much more enjoyable! when he loses he loses for good reasons and when he wins you can feel genuinely happy for him because you know he deserves it. he is a teenager and the shift in his mentalities embodies that perfectly; along with him we discover the cruelty and unfairness of the jujutsu world. at first, especially if you're a shonen watcher, you'd tend to believe he will shift to a high white knight borderline annoying mentality yet he doesn't, the jjk verse doesn't work like that. yuji is able to adapt. he has traits that you'd see in your real life friends: silliness, kindness, idiocy, love for jennifer lawrence etc but also traits that make him a perfect mc: empathy, resiliance, convinction, raw anger. + gege have him some of the HARDEST panels.

ㅡif it's just pain... Yuji Itadori won't ever stop

also. his last battle with mahito. hands down. best. panels.

mahito (another well structured villain) RUNNING for his life while yuji walks slowly behind him. if that doesn't show major improvement from the kid he was at the beginning idk what does. that's some MC shit right there man.

☆ Sukuna is not a fraud

the fraudkuna memes are funny. i admit. i'm sure mahoraga kisses him goodnight and tucks his blankey, however, sukuna is a fucking piece of shit, LOL (i mean it in the best way), my man literally became curse. people expect him to not use the weapons he has to his advantage as if he didn't want megumi from the beginning specifically for using his abilities. a good gun doesn't make you a military tier shooter. it's about the resources, it's about the experience, it's about the aim. "why doesn't he use his curse technique wah wah" — because he knows gojo is strong. unless he isn't absolutely sure he will strip him away from all his gimmicks, he has no reason to flaunt his true powers. sukuna wants to win. he wanted to kill gojo since the beginning of the series. i think the fight is balanced well, sukuna uses his resources and takes the consequences for being a tad too cautious. in the heian era when cursed energy had a purer, rawer output even domain expansions were simple in principles: you're in, i kill you. (line from the manga, btw) his CT is probably straightforward as well with a simple principle so having gojo use his infinity against it and figure out how to strip him naked would make him lose faster than todo called yuji his bestie.

☆ Gege doesn't hate women

because the unfortunate thing with nobara and yuki getting xd-d by kenjaku, a popular belief seems to be that gege is fond of trashing the women in his series. argument people have for that? "the only one in the spotlight is maki and she's female toji". first of all, if gege hated women he wouldn't write them as he does— each one of his lady characters is incredibly well structured and way beyond the love interest/ gotta be protected trope. mei mei, shoko, utahime, miwa and many others became non-existent, or what? even tengen is a woman. masashi kishimoto (the creator of naruto) is an author i'd say has 0 regards for women since the way most of his girl characters are built is literal dog shit. sakura is naruto's one sided love and a sasuke dickrider, hinata is a stalker that sharts when she sees naruto, karin is a sasuke dickrider, kurenai is asuma's chick and the only two women somewhat ok as a structure are tsunde and temari. (i am a big fan of the naruto series but i am spitting facts, also an avid sakura lover) plus there is a rumour that gege is a woman too and from the way sato sugu is written i'd agree anw

☆ Kenjaku is the best villain of the series

homie got railed by itadori's papi just for his plan, that's not even aizen level of plotting bro. he got drizzled in jizz and gave birth to yuji 💀

how good that d had to be for him to get impregnated....

ANYWAY jokes aside, he is very calculated and chill. he is not the strongest but his literal essence is to be a technique stealing leech and well, he's just that. with suguru, even in his villain arc you can empathize. sukuna is cool and straightforward: he wants to massacre people, kill gojo and then enjoy his life slashing random ass people who don't kneel is total submission.

kenjaku? bro, kenjaku has plans over plans and he executes all of them. even in geto's sexy body he still gets hated because there is genuinely nothing likeable about him. not because he's a poorly written character, he's written to be a piece of shit that makes you wanna break the screen when he gets a W and idk about y'all but even when he exorcised mahito i was like "aw hell nah bruh, get your hands off asap". may come as a shock, i know but we're like supposed to hate villains (not me being the biggest sukuna simp even in his crusty dusty OG form🤭) and well, nobody fucking roots for kenjaku. so gojo, go take your boyfriend's body or something fr.

☆ Yuta is.... mid

hear me out.

i don't hate him— not in the slightest. i hope he will actually have something going on with maki since apparently nobara is afk. i liked his entire rika situation but... bro.

yes, i will be going into the power system 😭I'M SORRY BUT like all he does is copy shit. wow. sure, he's a good copycat. i am not complaining about him being called so powerful and wtv but i don't find anything exciting about his battles and his personality is dead ass boring. do i get happy when he wins? yes. do i hope he'll come and save goatjo? yes. yes. yes. but people call him the real MC and all that shit... not even that— i... nothing in me likes him. my opinions are not absolute. his story is cool. i liked jjk 0 but the only thing that ruins his story is literally his lack of perosnality. and don't come at me for not grasping his depths or whatever. yuta is best fanfic y/n material because he can be turned into bashful stereotype really easily. "omg, best friend power, precious friends made me wanna live ❤️" very sweet HOWEVER very untouching for me. i only liked him when he made maki go all blushy because my girl deserves happiness.

☆ Toji actually cares about Megumi

is he the good father that would spoil his kid as a ray of sunshine?

no.

but he chose this. to forget about everything, to abandon his pride, to part himself away from the clan that rejected him and live his life on his own. megumi's mom made shit better for him and she died so his life became shit again. he thought that by entrusting megumi to the zenin clan he would actually be able to make something of himself since he had cursed energy.

also, people tend to forget just how conservative and judgemental the 3 big clans are, maki and mai have been shat on their whole life by the zenins, especially maki. toji went through the same shit if not worse. he wasn't always buff max version of himself, he wasn't born with anything. exactly because he gave up on all the things in his life he was able to reach that type of power and live with some purpose since he failed in everything else.

in the manga he has the option of coming back to life as long as he keeps killing sorcerers, which is his speciality, but he meets megumi, recognises him and kills himself in order to not hurt him. be fr. anciet sorcerers sold their booty holes to kenjaku to get a second chance at life.

ANYWAY. SADLY i can't post Toji memes since i reached my pic limits.

let me know what you think:) i may make a part 2. feel free to also ask for my opinions about anything in the verse, lol. if you wanna see my fics check my ao3, i promise i don't write in the same braindead way i type. <33

[bloodsworn-marshal]

Writing Prompt: Stamp Word Count: 930 (Bandit AU) ---> masterlist

All throughout this young man’s life… all had gone according to plan.

Sure, his humble beginnings were not so great. By no fault of his own.

Sure, he’d ended up behind gaol bars once or twice… but twas always with the expectation that one would easily escape within a day or two’s worth. Sometimes less.

Those times where he happened to be thwarted by authorities? They were rough gambles anyways with naught to be lost should those attempts fail.

Ultimately, Bandit Leader Pipin Tarupin never suffered a setback worth losing sleep over. Not until… a series of unfortunate events. Piling on top of each other, one after the other. As if karma had finally come knocking after all these years of delinquency and having his way.

It came in the form of a risky endeavor. One where Pipin went way over the line in his plan of distraction and kidnapping. His bandits would handle the brunt of it all in the background while he would put on a grand display to distract the likes of all Immortal Flames during Ul’dah’s Little Ladies Day event. Security was lax for but a moment and before anyone realized… that Sultana herself had slipped into his hands. Taken for a ride around the city as his hostage as his greatest taunt yet.

The move succeeded of course. Pipin caught the attention of all eyes for a split moment. Dancing atop rooftops with Her Grace until the flame general came barreling after him and causing an ungodly ruckus. He made a mockery of the Flames that day and escaped easily without a slip in his steps. Of course the Sultana had been rescued… but she was never the true aim to begin with.

…Thus were the beginning of his headaches.

For what did his bandits do but kidnap the wrong person and brought them back to their hideout no less?

Mistake number one was trusting in others to do the dirty work right. Mistake number two was underestimating the kidnapped lass and receiving a proper kick between the groins when he intimidated her on meeting.

It didn’t stop there either. The worst was yet to come. Just when things were looking up in fact.

After humiliating the Flame General for many years and the worst mockery of all in his latest endeavor, the monetarists had decidedly tried to put the man down in the form of an ‘accident’. Someone needed taking all the blame for Pipin’s actions and it was high time the man finally paid for his failures. Stabbed in the back and left for the desert vultures as his lifeblood bled out.

He would survive however. Rescued by moogles in exchange for an unknown debt he had yet to know of in truth. His life given a second chance… as Pipin offered a hand to welcome him into his fold. To leave all and everything behind as he started anew. And mayhap forge a strange bond as a way of Pipin making amends for causing the man so much trouble.

They shook on it. He had been the first to offer his hand even.

That was mistake number three.

“Waaaa!!!! Oh no! I forgot!!” One of the moogles present cried out, wiggling in dismay and floating up into the air some. “The warning about the mark!!”

“…It spreads, kupo.” Answered another, gesturing at the duo’s hands. “The debt owed as well.”

All hell broke loose.

Upon the moogle’s words, Pipin’s grip stiffened. And with a sudden sense of uneasiness, he slowly raised up the palm of the hand that just shook with the former general’s hand. What was once clear flesh now marked black with a paw print of sorts. Stamped and marked in what may as well have been permanent, binding ink.

Silence hung in the air… and before the man could so much as react, the bandit leader was upon the other. Hands grasping each of his shoulders and shaking repeatedly.  “Did you curse me!? Eh!? Is that what all this is about!?”

In Pipin’s mind, he had been fooled. By General Zura, by the moogles, by everyone in an instant. Had for a last laugh at his expense after a rough few days.

“Agh--!!! No! What? No!!! You offered to shake MY hand, remember?! I didn't know this was going to happen! I don't even know what that debt is!!!"

“What do you mean you don’t know!?”

…Twas ignorance then. Plain and simple. And Pipin knew then exactly where to redirect his building anger as he was losing his absolute mind.

“Dinner.” He hissed, hands having snaked away and found themselves wrapped precariously around the moogle at fault. Grasping firmly and tugging at its fur. “Either you get your facts straight or you’re tonight’s supper.”

Zura had joined Pipin at his side, arms crossed and looming over the moogle just as leerily. At this rare juncture of time, they were both of same mind. “And I’m not about to stop him. Better start talking, kupo.”

The moogle trembled and shrieked a deft, “DON’T EAT ME!!!!!”

Humiliation on top of humiliation. For now the bandit leader had been dragged into an oath and a debt he knew not how to pay because the blasted creature couldn’t remember for the life of itself how to do so. Thus would the mark remain on his hand, threatening to spread to any other unsuspecting person he might accidentally touch.

And with plenty more humiliations to endure in the future. The price he had to pay for that day… was it truly worth it?

[calico-cheriies]

PHILOSOPHY in a Tea Cup |Vash the Stampede x Reader Fanfic|

{Masterlist}

{PHILOSOPHY in a Tea Cup Masterlist}

"We are all born so beautiful, the greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not."

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You never really were the one for traveling, in fact, you had always grown up being told by mama that ladies are supposed to dress up and provide the comfort that the world lacked. You remember watching how she always cooked, cleaned, gardened, dress up- everything. Your father would always be out, tending to the animals or even going out with your brother to scout out towns and bring back stuff they found.

That was the norm.

At least, it was until your brother had gotten shot. He was the oldest son, and the only one. He was what some people call cowboys, he would go out with your father sometimes to scout out and help those in need while bringing back food or supplies. It was admirable- he even had himself a wife and kid before he was shot.

You remembered seeing his wife and mama break down together, you were carrying your nephew who was only a few months old at the time. You were sad, I mean, how could you not be? Your brother was an idol to you and many others, and then the next question came settling in.

Who was going to go out into the city and towns?

That took a lot of work- days and even months to come back. Your mother obviously couldn't and your father was getting too old to travel. You knew your parents would never ask you to do such a thing, you were the only child they had left. You would hear their whispers and grief through the walls as you tried to sleep.

So you gained the courage one day to go outside where your father was fixing up the gate that surrounded your house. "Papa," you softly called out, edging closer to him as he hammered in nails. "(Y/n)," he acknowledged you, stopping his work to put all his attention on you. You stared at him until you breathed in deeply and you crossed your arms, "I wanna to be a cowgirl, just like (B/n) was. I wanna help you an' mama," you made your tone firm, but that didn't mean you weren't nervous. Your father was the man of the house, whatever he says goes.

You remember him staring at you, the (e/c) eyes that you inherited from him. They were intense, and for a moment your posture shrunk in slight fear that he would yell at you and reject your idea. "So, ya wanna be a cowgirl, huh?" He readjusted that typical cattleman hat. "Well, if ya wanna be one, yer gotta start acting like one now, don'tcha think?" He stood up tall and he had a smile on his face, a tense one but nevertheless a proud one.

That's when it all started. Your father abandoned his project to immediately start teaching you. You had been introduced to the Tomas before but this time he was teaching you how to saddle it properly and learn to protect its neck from danger. He showed you how to properly wield a gun; aiming it properly, shooting, reloading, where to get the best bullets. Hell- he even showed you how to use a a cowboys lariat.

Of course mama wasn't happy, you were her only daughter and you were supposed to find yourself a nice man to marry, but she quickly got over that mentality when the supplies started getting low. She accepted your decision and even helped you learn how to cook different foods in different situations and she even told you now to treat wounds just in case.

That was years ago now, you were a grown woman, around your early twenties now. You had grown a lot since that time; you used to be this scrawny and raggedy girl, but now you were a clean freak who traversed the endless desert. You missed home sometimes, your family resided in the outskirts of Dankin town which was quite a bit away.

While reminiscing, some people got a little loud which snapped you out of your daydream. You were now leaning back against a chair in the bar, your hand cupping around a cold glass cup of whiskey- the cowboy’s holy water. You grabbed the glass and brought it to your lips, chugging it down fast, your eyes watered a bit but you were now used to the burn from it.

"Woah- be careful now," a strangers voice broke your concentration and you gagged for a moment before letting out a soft cough. You accidentally placed the glass too hard down on the table and you cleared your throat before turning your head to the side to be met with the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He had this spiked blonde hair that went straight up, huge red jacket that engulfed him. He was such a goofy guy- but he was pretty at least.

“Eh? What’re yer talking ‘bout?” Your accent was something that caught him off guard, it was one of the strongest he’d been introduced to, but it was admittedly adorable. “Seems like it’s a lot to chug right now,” Vash voiced his opinion, and you looked down at the empty glass now. “Nah, they say whiskey’s great in providing warmth and courage,” you wittily replied, but it was also true.

It got a little silent between you two, you weren’t sure what to say but you were a little tipsy, but not enough for it to mess with your senses. You had always been a bold girl, even when it came to strangers (except with papa), “Say, darlin’,” you pointed at him, nicknames were common for you but to Vash- dear it was such a weakness for him.

He could not stop staring at you, well how the hell could he not? You were unreal- like an actual cowgirl. He’d seen them in the magazines before but fuck- you were hot.

It was almost ironic the way your body was curvy and thick, you were wearing the typical tight fitting jeans with a red collared long sleeve shirt, of course the sleeves being rolled up halfway and the clicks of your boots hitting the edge of the chair. To top it off, your cattleman hat give you a mysterious yet alluring aura.

“What’s got ya starin’? Do I got something on my face?” You brought your hands up to feel for something that shouldn’t be there, but the stranger had shook his head rapidly and offered you a dorky smile. “No! You look beautiful!” He squeaked out, his hands coming up to wave away your worries. You looked surprised but your lips were in a small smirk, “Ya think so? Are ya trying to charm me?” You teased him, and boy was he easy to fluster.

“Haha what? No- I mean yes… if you want me too… I mean-“ he fumbled over his words before taking in a deep breath and restarting his sentence. “What I’m trying to say is… I’ve never seen a cowgirl in real life before..” he gulped out, he was a little afraid at the way your eyes narrowed at him but then you let out a string of the most beautiful laughs he’s heard.

“I’d reckon so, it’s something that runs in the family,” you seemed rather proud of that fact, and he adored that. “Thank ya Darlin’” you tipped your hat towards him before you dug into the pocket of your jeans and placed some double dollars on the counter. “Here- I’ll pay yer tab for ya. Thanks for makin’ my day,” you placed some more double dollars down before you sent him a wink. Satisfaction filing you at seeing his ears turn red, “Bless yer heart,” you finally added before turning around to leave.

You had left your Tomas in the care of someone in the town, you were about to head out since the sun was at its peak, and it was better to travel during the day rather than night. You were about to open the doors to the saloon before someone pushed the doors wide open and shouted something, you looked offended as the door almost hit you.

“I heard Vash the Stampede was here! Point him out and we can share the bounty!” The group of men shouted and you winced at rather ragged vocals. You hadn’t heard of this Vash and frankly you didn’t care. You were going to walk out until you heard a familiar squeaky voice.

Oh dear.

It was the man you spoke with.

You turned around to see one of the men grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and something snapped in you, of course your family taught you to always stand up for others. So you didn’t hesitate to have your fingers wrap around the lariat that was stationed by your hip. Your hands moved on its own and you grabbed the lariat and you swung it to create a lasso, you launched it in the direction of the two and the rope had latched onto the fists of the man holding the blonde.

Everyone was surprised- no one moving as the hand that almost punched the blonde was being held back by your lariat. You didn’t care for the stares nor the annoyed look on the man. “Aight, let’s get one thing straight,” you raised your voice and tightened the rope around the hand, which now tugged in your direction. “Yer gonna leave him alone, or else I’ll kick yer asses. Take ya bounty shit somewhere else,” your cocky attitude now gone and replaced with a rather serious one. The man- who finally dropped the blonde had turned to you.

“Alright little girl, you don’t understand who this is.” He was pissed off now, “I’m gonna take Vash the Stampede in for that damn bounty, and I’m gonna make sure your pretty little self regrets this,” he was spouting out threats and you made eye contact with Vash before sending him a wink.

He felt like he died and went to heaven- there was no way some hot cowgirl chick was actually defending him without knowing who he was. And that wink? His head was stuck in his day dreams rather than the scene in front of him.

You then tugged the man hard, he fell forward and you looked to see his other men with guns raised. You blinked at the scene before you, and in a flash, you let go of the rope to tug out the cimarron gun in your hand, that cocky smirk on your lips.

“Ya’ll ain’t worth a lick,”

{Chapter Two}

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[yiling-laozu-is-loml]

For the danmei fanfic nightclub please may I request some modern au Wangxian workplace shenanigans. Where Lan Wangji is just trying to get the job done and Wei Wuxian is a shameless flirt ♡

I aim to please (hopefully) :D

Cooking is Love made Edible (or is it?) - 6.4k Words - Rated T

Summary:

“Wei-xiansheng, please don't,” Jingyi – the Finance intern – begged. “Now if it isn't my favourite intern! I see you’re jealous of me bestowing Lan Zhan with my affections. So for once, I’ll let you have the first taste!”

In which everyone works in the same company, privacy is but a myth and idiocy is in abundance. Feat. Finance Manager Lan Wangji and the bane of his existence, Marketing Manager Wei Wuxian.

Or as my friend summarized the office environment:

Everyone trying to escape Wei Wuxian's life And being sucked in anyway

Fic under the cut!

“Lan Zhan! Lan-gege! Oh wait, you have an older brother, so I guess you’re Er-gege! Lan-er-gege! Look at me look at me!” Wei Ying, the Marketing manager flailed around his desk as if he had nothing better to do. He probably didn't, having charmed all his coworkers into waiting on him hand and foot.

“Work hours are not the time to be messing around,” Lan Wangji muttered, loud enough for Wei Ying to hear. The manager ignored him in favour of pulling out a suspicious-looking container from his bag.

“Look what I made you! It's gingerbread cookies because CEO Lan once spoke about how you liked them. I even sprinkled them with icing sugar just the way you like it!” 

All around him, Lan Wangji heard his subordinates groan. As a finance manager, Lan Wangji delighted in his limited day-to-day human interaction. He knew his subordinates shared the same ideals because the first time Wei Ying strode into that room to introduce himself loudly, one of his employees was startled so badly he fainted.

Lan Wangji didn't like stereotyping, but for once he wished Wei Ying paid attention to the tense atmosphere and forced civility between their departments. After all, it was a well-known fact that the Marketing and Finance departments rarely got along despite their collaboration being the thing that kept firms going.

“Aren't you going to try it, Er-gege? Don't worry about being polite, I made enough for everyone!” 

More groans were heard as the accountants and auditors began shuffling around, trying to escape Wei Ying’s murderous cooking. It was no secret in the firm that Wei Ying had no cooking skills whatsoever; the man was talented in the art of ruining things so badly that rumours about him making the company’s microwave explode ran rampant. The Finance department was in agreement that Wei Ying was sent by Marketing to put an end to their rivalry by means of murder. Meng Yao’s cunning smile every time one of them looked nauseous post-Wei Ying was all the more reason for them to tread carefully.

Lan Wangji would've put an end to the gossip mill if he hadn't been the first to fall victim to Wei Ying’s bad cooking attempts. Many in the office wondered if Wei Ying lacked self-awareness or if he was sadistic and thrived on others’ pain. Some even bet that he was a mafia enforcer in his previous life. But regardless of everything, Wei Ying would always come bearing some culinary nightmare or another on payday. No one knew why he just wouldn't stop, and frankly, Lan Wangji had stopped racking his brain over that mystery too.

Read the rest of the fic here!

Edit: This was supposed to be a oneshot but I got the sudden urge to post the vandalizing incident and the beginning of the end (cooking fiasco's humble beginnings)... so now there's two drabbles which I posted as chapter 2... have fun ig

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

In their defense

Fandom: Vampire hunter D

Tags: D x reader

Note: local dragon still struggles with titles, more at 7

You felt their eyes the moment you two walked over the bridge, by the time you made it to a square there was a small crowd following you.

Curiosity is oftentimes stronger than fear.

D and you finally made it to the stables and while he was bargaining with the mechanic on the repair of his cyborg steed, you scanned a yard of the rest stop. It didn’t take long and you saw four figures approaching the shop. Words travel fast you thought to yourself as you spotted plasma rifles in their hands. There wasn’t a reason for four armed men, probably the sheriff and his henchmen, to target you. But you could take a guess as to why are they here.

“Hey!” the man in the middle called out to D, but he kept his back turned to the group.

When D didn’t acknowledge their presence, the sheriff pointed his gun at him, “I’m talking to you!”

The only response he got was a turn of the head.

The sheriff regarded him in disgust “we don’t tolerate Dhampir in this town.”

D kept silent. He made a single step towards them, but that action alone made them point all their weapons at him. You saw the fear in their eyes as clear as day. Even though the hunter did nothing that would indicate aggression, they were terrified by his presence alone.

The atmosphere was so thick one could cut it with a knife, and you realized that if somebody don’t do something things could escalate quickly. And that someone has to be you, apparently.

With sweaty palms, you slowly step between D and four plasma rifles, now pointing directly at you. “How about we all calm down,” you chuckled awkwardly raising your hands in placating manner. “We’re just dropping by and we’ll be out of your hair.” The only thing you’ve managed was that the man’s accusing glare was directed at you now.

“I don’t want trouble in this town-”

“And neither do we!” you interrupted and walked over to D. Patting the dhampir's arm, you exclaimed, “the truth is, we’re on an important mission to get rid of some vamp…so if you want to have your day saved once more let us do our work,” you finished your speech with a charming grin.

You don’t know who was more taken aback, whether the lawmen at your flippant and bit arrogant statement or D when he listened to you talk about your mission as if you contribute to the hunt in any way.

When the sheriff got out of his confused stupor, he loaded the rifle and put it right between your eyes. You’ve never been eye to eye with the barrel before and needless to say, you didn’t like it one bit. The fake confidence you plastered on a minute ago started to falter. You felt a hand on your shoulder as D silently prompted you to stay out of harm’s way but you were sick of this.

Whenever you appeared they gave you ostracized glares and shunned you for no other reason than fear and ignorance. Supplies suddenly ran out when you needed them, all inns were empty the moment you stepped into a town, and whenever D investigated the details of his current case no one was willing to work with him. All the while he risked his skin to help those who had nothing but a scornful word for him. He’d tell you he’s used to this, not realizing or ignoring the fact that this is the problem.

“Listen to me kid.”

“No you listen to me.” with a firm voice that didn’t concede any argument, you held the man’s gaze as if you had a gun barrel aiming at your forehead.

“We’ve been traveling for two weeks now. We’re exhausted and hungry and our only means of transport is broken. D’s used to being treated like shit simply because he’s in a position that he had no choice in, but the last thing you can do is treat him with enough respect to leave him the fuck alone!” Your voice was getting louder, but you couldn’t stop. “Need I remind you that this guy is risking his neck, fighting the most dangerous creatures in the entire Frontier, saving sorry asses of people like you!”

D noticed a few citizens started to gather at the front gate of the repair shop, trying to catch a glimpse of the dhampir vampire hunter and his companion. This is starting to turn into quite a scene.

He put his arm around your shoulders and dragged you to his new cyborg horse, dropping a coinpurse in front of the confused mechanic. Before you had a chance to complain he grabbed your waist and hoisted you on the horse. As he mounted the sleek black steed, he tipped his hat at the mechanic, and then you were off. He galloped through the streets out of the city and when you looked back, the sheriff and his men were standing there. Not running after you or shooting at you. You counted as a success, even though you’d rather not imagine what names they were calling you now.

D slowed the horse down to a trot once the city was a small speck in the distance. The mad dash was replaced by awkward silence. You didn’t want to wait for D to scold you, so you started talking first.

“Listen here, I-” “Thank you.” That was the first time he spoke during this whole ordeal, you didn’t know to react so you let out a confused “Huh?”

Hunter kept his eyes on the horizon as he said, “no one defended me like that before,” and you could swear there was a hint of a smile on his face.

[lokiina]

should write the kiss with them down. right here uwu ↷

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Okay hold oonnnnn. Yeah I'mma do it. This is what was living rent free in my head.

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Zayn was never one for purposely putting himself in the spotlight, if he could blend into the background where possible he usually tried to go that route. So it was already a strange scenario for him to be in a relationship with someone who was a little more publicly known, and what didn't help was the fact that Dino was not shy, by any means. If you were his, he'd make it known to everyone without shame. Trying to find the balance between them was occasionally a little rough but the nomad was adjusting, trying to build more confidence in that department.

It was a Friday night, the bar was busy. Zayn didn't often show up when the place was that crowded, it stressed him out a little to have so much going on in tight quarters like that but he was curious about a band Dino let have the stage for the night and wanted to swing by to check them out.

"Hey kid, D didn't think you were comin, he's by the bar," The large man at the door motioned back with his thumb behind himself. "I almost didn't, thanks Zeus." Zayn gave him a pat on the arm before moving further into the building. Dino was standing with a few other people chatting about something when he noticed Zayn approaching. "Ah! Pup you made it!" He quickly downed the glass of whisky he had in his hand and placed the glass on the bar counter before giving the shorter man his full attention. An automatic motion on Dino's part he went to lean in for a kiss and all Zayn could think about in that split second was how many eyes were on him. He had a brief moment of panic and sort of made an aim for a quick little peck on the cheek instead. Dino blinked, was shockingly still as he was a little caught off guard by that move. His brow furrowed a little and he gave Zayn a puzzled look. "The fuck was that? Come 'ere." Before he realized it was even happening, the Fixer had moved to tug him in close and plant his lips on his with a much more hungry and enthusiastic kiss. Zayn's eyes widened at the brief shock but inevitably melted into the other man's touch anyway. When he let him go his face was probably about as bright as his hair. He was almost immediately trying to see how many people had stood and watched what just happened. Dino placed his hands on the sides of Zayn's head and moved his head to look up at him, "Hey, eye's on me. Ya gotta stop worryin' bout everyone else. Fuck em." "I know I know... Easier said than done though," Zayn rubbed his hands over his own face. Luckily the place was loud enough most people wouldn't have heard their exchange. So he tried to at least focus on that. Did it help? Maybe a little. "Anyone ever tries to give ya grief, just knock their fuckin teeth out." Dino smirked, "Or point me in their direction."

[dovithedarklord]

Age of Monsters - Chapter Four

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

The training continues, and Leona shares an intimate lunch with her favorite Hunter.

Hello!

I'm putting a trigger warning here again, because the chapter contains blood and its consumption! I know that I have this among the tags, but just in case! :D

if you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter Four

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I take a silent sip of my coffee, enjoying the leftovers of my breakfast when I finally don't have to mentally prepare myself for one of MacTavish's or Garrick's sadistic training ideas, despite the fact that my body is slowly getting used to the torture and constant pain. I suspect that this has something to do with me being an Extreme, because no matter how much we Healers lag behind the Hunters in terms of physical endurance and stamina, our bodies adapt to the load sooner and recover faster. Of course, this is probably just a nice side effect of our role, because how the hell would we survive when these energy vampires suck us dry if we wouldn't at least be able to pull ourselves together faster than an average person?

Of course, from this small success, a slight joy blooms in my soul, but I can't appreciate it in the least, because more serious thoughts are swirling in my mind, which causes gloom to creep onto my features. And it seems that I radiate just enough sinister energy, because the soldiers lounging in the cafeteria only dare to measure me with furtive glances, and they mostly avoid me, like they would do with a leper. I don't blame them, because if I were them, I would be terrified to venture with a free and accessible surface of skin near a person who could break the line of my pathetic little life with one touch. But right now, it's not the attention being paid to me that bothers me, but rather the aftermath of my little intimate moment with Riley.

As much as it still fills me with perverse joy that the highest-class Hunter of the Liquidation Unit 141 was bent out of shape thanks to my machinations, I'd be lying if I said his behavior didn't raise my blood pressure since then. Of course, whoever cooked the shit should eat it too, but the man has retaliated with meanness and harshness that belied my predictions and expectations every damned day since then. I knew he had enough pride and dedication to his duty that he wouldn't stop the training. I also expected that his coldness would return, after all, I had already managed to decipher that not only was his nature like that of a carved wooden doll, but his defense mechanism was equally effective. After all, since the afternoon, when he burned the imprint of his hand on my neck as a nice new necklace in response to our nice little chat, he redoubled his efforts and kept his distance from me even more enthusiastically than before. And when he has to use his mouth, because I deliberately don't pay attention to his nonverbal instructions and pantomime play, then he speaks to me with as much kindness as if I was some pesky dirty thing from under the sole of his shoe. And sure enough, those comments of his aim to penetrate my soul just as deeply as my answers try to get a rise out of him. Of course, while I found this amusing at first, because it showed that, despite appearances, I really got closer to solving the man's nature, but after a while, I also got tired of playing verbal ping pong with a wall. I know that I provoked him, I sought trouble for myself, but I didn't expect that his subsequent behavior would get on my nerves much more.

Surprisingly, however, he conducts my teaching with incredible professionalism, which sets off thousands of speculative thoughts in the winding paths of my gray matter. Because he sends the message that although he doesn't really want to treat me as a human being, he still has such perfectionism in him that he expects the maximum from me every time we stray into each other's space within the confines of my training. And I'd rather kill myself by biting my own tongue and choking on it, than admit that he does provide me with a lot of useful tricks, even though an execution would probably be a more enjoyable activity for both of us. And it is still an unsolved mystery to me as to why I let all this spoil my mood so skillfully. Because I got what I wanted, I got a reaction out of him, which helped me take the first step on the bumpy road which will lead me to solve the Hunter's enigmatic behavior. And yet, in the hidden back corners of my head, there's a dark, disgusting feeling that I can't identify. I would rather help my head meet the hard material of the tabletop if it would help my brain cells recalibrate these silly thoughts, because there is no point in getting annoyed by something that I know is the guaranteed end result of my own behavior.

I look at the clock on the wall of the cafeteria with a tired sigh, and for the first time, I'm glad that I can get into another exciting workout, because at least the charm of the novel experience will be able to distract my mind from this slippery slope caused by the masked Hunter. Although the thought of what kind of goodies Price has in store for me already fills me with pain, nevertheless, pouring the last drops of my coffee down my throat, I stand up, forcing my limbs screaming for rest into action, and I head towards the exit of the cafeteria, leaving my mug na plate on one of the counters lined up there. It is possible that my sloppy movements and my unusually high amount of disgust with life are also due to the fact that I am forced to go on a marathon diet for the first time in my life. Despite Laswell's assurances, that I would be kept at least as well as an animal waiting for slaughter, I was not once entertained with a tasty morsel during the two and a half weeks since my arrival. I have been forced to go without blood for a long time before, but considering that my body is trying to adapt to new challenges in survival mode, I know that this is not the point when I can play with my hunger. Even though I'm not actively healing my injuries, my body uses my energy automatically to at least push me to the brink of normal functioning. I feel that I still have some extra power left in me, but it won't be like that for long. And I'm going to hunt down a cute little soldier boy before begging Price or Laswell to spare some blood for me. Maybe I'm making my own life harder, but I've never begged in my life, and I'm not going to start now.

I stride along the long corridors with determined steps, which I have now managed to memorize enough so that my little team dares to leave me to wander alone, which I consider to be really a brave decision. Of course, both they and I know that the security system of the entire base is tight enough that I wouldn't have a chance of slipping out unnoticed. And honestly, the thought of escaping seems like such a far-fetched dream that, for a while now, I haven't wasted my brainpower to observe where each exit leads to, and how many soldiers are patrolling there. I can realistically assess that the best chance I have to skillfully get out of here is if they voluntarily escort me out into the outside world. And even then, there is the not-so-negligible problem that I would somehow have to survive the inevitable encounter with the monsters. And sweet little girls like me don't usually live through these kinds of fun experiences without proper planning. Of course, reminding myself that I'm sinking into ever greater depths of the sea of shit doesn't help my mood, and because of this, if possible, I walk even more nervously towards the scene of my training today.

And as soon as the double doors of the supposed gym appear before my eyes, I pull the corners of my mouth into a gloomy grimace from the sound of enthusiastic shouting emanating from inside. Placing my palm on the door, I open it with a firm movement, and my eyebrows run to the middle of my forehead as I take in the sight unfolding before me. I don't know what ideas I had when I heard the name "gym", but I did certainly not think, based on any of my mental images, that the sonorous term intended to cover a real battlefield. And although looking to the side, I recognize one or two metal monsters suitable for physical training along the walls of the room, my attention is immediately drawn to the fighting ring standing in the middle, in which my favorite captain is currently pounding a young boy into the ground.

The closer I get to the gladiator performance mocked as training, the clearer it becomes how carefully Price handles the guy, who nevertheless slowly looks akin to the gray cat appearing in archive cartoons, who is miraculously disposed of by the mouse for the hundredth time. Despite this, he fights heroically, and after he falls to the ground, he stands up again and tries to attack the Hunter, who only smiles and deflects the blows directed at him. For Price, this might just be a little bit of fun, but the boy takes the whole ordeal so seriously that my heart almost feels genuinely sorry for him. Almost. Because he has no chance, yet he tries again and again, and the crowd of soldiers standing around the ring shouts and cheers him on, as if the guy would really have a sliver of hope to win. All these antics seem pointless, because even though I've never been near a monster, I've studied their behavior enough during my work to know that if he can't prevail here, he'll only buy enough time with his small weapons on a real mission that he'll be torn apart by a behemoth mutant a minute later then usual. My cynicism seems cruel, but it doesn't change the fact that plenty of the many eager little soldiers won't return from deployment without a Hunter by their side to help them survive. And even then, with luck, they'll come back, but not necessarily in one piece.

"That's enough, Riggs!" Price finally stops the match, and the guy grabs hold of the ropes of the ring gasping for air. "Nice work. Go get some rest." The man pats the boy on the shoulder, and a proud smile appears on his face, as the little soldier nods and walks out of the little arena to his companions who enthusiastically clap him on the back.

Of course, I don't have to wait long for the Hunter to notice me, because as his eyes scan the small crowd in search of his next victim, his eyes find me almost immediately, which brings an infinite cheerfulness to his face. Clearly, my arrival has only increased his already high spirits, and this makes me suspect that he probably has the same excitement for me as for the little guy who got his ass whopped. I could've guessed that this would happen sooner or later, because I'm not so naive as to believe that only MacTavish and Garrick enjoy sadism during training.

"I'm glad you found your way here, Woods!" He shouts enthusiastically, which suddenly make all eyes turn towards me, and indeed they are filled with the very readable emotions of confusion and caution. Now, for the first time, I sympathize with them, because even I can't imagine why he feels that it was a good idea to invite me here.

"Yes, unfortunately, it was quite difficult to get lost." I answer cynically, and I already feel that even though nothing has happened yet, the first sparks of nervousness are igniting in my mind, thereby worsening my already not-so-rosy mood. And now I know for sure, that hunger has something to do with it, because it certainly doesn't help that all my nerves are on edge waiting to see what crap the man comes up with.

He doesn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by the murderous temper I exude as I stand as still as a sculpture, with folded hands in front of my chest in the middle of the mob gathered around me, because he strolls out of the ring and heads towards me with the ease of a true leader.

"Attention soldiers, today is a special day. Woods is joining us, so get your act together!" The captain starts to lecture, and his voice automatically attracts the attention of everyone present. He walks towards me with heavy steps, and when one of his gloved hands rests on my shoulder, I involuntarily tense up as I realize how he towers over me. Again, I just need to make the mental note that no matter how harmless he looks, he's still just a Hunter who could easily kill me. He wouldn't even have to try that hard. That's why the paternalistic attitude towards me and the soldiers is so annoying. "We have to give her a hand in her training, so I expect the best from you!"

Almost simultaneously, the sound of agreement echoes through the soldiers, and I can feel it on my skin how their previous puzzlement suddenly changes and is replaced by excited anticipation and slight pity. They don't dare to say it, or show it in particular, but over the years I've honed my perception fine enough to know that every little bastard here is almost trembling in waiting for the opportunity to deal with the nasty, evil criminal who has invaded their little nest. There is no doubt that many of them greeted my arrival with, at best, skepticism, if not fear mixed with hostility, and I could enjoy the effect of this every day when I appeared near them. And now they will have the chance to show how better they think they are. How cute.

"Don't worry Woods, I've got something else for you, than for the newbies." Price reassures me and takes me by the shoulder to guide me toward the ring, and I reluctantly allow him to lead me there. Because I really have no choice but to cooperate with him, whatever delicacies he came up for me.

We stop in front of the fihting enclosure, and he helpfully pulls apart the ropes delimiting the ring in front of me, silently instructing me to enter the scene of my suffering. I flash a dark look at him, then comply with his request and climb in, quickly studying my surroundings with my eyes.

"I read in your file that you attended the mandatory military course during your studies." Says Price, easily stating the facts, and I slowly turn back to him wondering why he feels that he must now deepen my experiences from ten years ago. It's obvious that if I go on a mission, I won't have a chance to survive with my bare hands, so I'll be equipped with weapons, preferably protected behind a Hunter. After all, if the goal is to be able to use me on their small adventures, then I should stay out of the monsters' way as much as possible. And I have even less chance to use my knowledge against Hunters who have been trained to kill all their lives. That's why I don't understand why I need to develop skills that I won't be able to use. Of course, I don't deny that it would definitely come in handy if I could learn something useful here, but I already have proven methods of neutralizing targets who get close enough. Price seems to forget that I can kill with a touch and a burst of energy. "It included hand-to-hand combat, yeah?"

Of course, at the mention of my little basic training, some soldiers' faces light up with glee, and the joy that appears in their expressions is almost pathetic. It's fairly certain that they believe, just because they were thrown here by chance or due to blind patriotism, and they've been taught about the rules of survival for a few months, then that will be just sufficient to crush me easily. However, they forget a very important factor. The reality of what I am. This fact separates me from simple people like them. And I declare this with the greatest awareness of my arrogance.

"Yes, although I don't think anyone would want to come within arm's reach of me." I state innocently, with a small, albeit rather malicious smile on my face, running my eyes over the small audience, who suddenly realize why they had kept their distance from me until now.

"Don't worry about that, these guys are tougher than they look." Price assures me in a calm tone, and his features show that he understands perfectly what I'm trying to demonstrate to his students here, but there's no need to fret, because he won't let my mean little hands do anything dangerous. It's not like I'm stupid enough to let myself be caught red-handed. It didn't end well the last time I tried it. "Douglas! It's your turn!" He turns his back towards the soldiers behind him, and at his command, a well-built, but rather young-looking boy moves from the crowd and fights his way into the ring with his chest puffed out.

Douglas halts in front of me and straightens his back with such confidence, while surrounded by the cheers of his little friends, that it is quite ridiculous. Although he might only be eighteen years old, and barely a half foot out of puberty, he has already managed to grow to such a size that he could make anyone feel uneasy. Judging from how his peers are trying to fire him up, it is not incorrect to presume that even though he is a newbie he has some skills, which at least partially justify his behavior. And no matter how much it crosses my mind that I tend to lure similar boys to dinner, I don't let that thought develop any further, because considering Price's training methods, he is more than capable of sending me to the floor.

"Since I'd like you to survive fieldwork, you must improve in hand-to-hand combat as well. But today the goal is to see what you're capable of now." The captain mentions the reason for the entire little circus today casually while folding his arms comfortably in front of his chest, as if he were just a teacher who just wants to observe how wild his students can be if they are left to their own devices. "I want you to do what you've always done. I want to see what you know. " He declares with the utmost confidence, and I stare down at him with narrowed eyes, with a grimace on my face that clearly tells him that he has lost his marbles. Price must have had heatstroke in the overheated, sweat-smelling room, because he seems to seriously forget exactly what he saw in my file.

"Are you sure you want that?" I ask, and I don't even try to hide the graveness in my voice, because even though the young guy is probably able to take care of me, he's still only a normal human, and as soon as I get my hands on a cloth-free surface of skin, I can knock him out in seconds. And even I can grasp what an idiot the captain is for letting his little apprentice into a potentially deadly trap. Of course, the notion occurs to me that neither Price nor the rest of the base are aware of exactly how quickly and unfairly I am capable of lashing out at others. Therefore, the man can rightfully be curious about what sneaky little tricks I have up my sleeve.

At my statement, of course, disbelief takes over the faces of the new recruits for a moment, but as Douglas shakes off all his fear, and just puts a mocking smile on his face, his companions once again find the strength of malicious joy, which gives them the incentive to start shouting quite enthusiastically. Price silences them with a small wave, and stepping closer to the ring, he leans close to me through the ropes.

"The goal is not to retrain you. But to further develop what you have." He explains softly, yet his deep voice contains such honest determination that even I am taken aback by it. Until now, I was certain that even though they wanted me to be tougher, the ultimate goal was to train me to be an obedient pet. And the thought that Price would like me to use my talents to the fullest pushes my brain down some very interesting rabbit holes. The stray idea that this man and his companions (with one very terrifying and irritating exception, of course) really mean well, and might be able to accept me one day with all my dangerous practices, gives me a rather strange warmth in my belly. And if I were a little more naive, I would truly believe that they do. But a second is enough and I steel myself again, because now is not the time to analyze the meaning of these small gestures.

"I can't guarantee he won't get hurt." I warn the man seriously, but he only gives a small smile in response, and pats my arm as he steps back to give the limelight to the newbie and me.

"The fight lasts until someone gets on the ground. Douglas, give it your all! Woods, don't hold back!" Price gives out the instructions, and his words are met with a roar of excitement from the small group of people gathered around the arena, as they encourage my opponent to give it everything he got and knock me out as soon as possible.

I take one last look at the Hunter, and finally, I turn all my attention to the soldier in front of me, who adjusts his training gloves and takes up a fighting stance with his legs slightly apart, and his hands raised in front of him, with a determination in his eyes that says I can't expect anything good if it depends on him. How fortunate that, unlike him, I have no illusions about what the other can do. I let the series of habits acquired over the years take over me, and I feel my consciousness adjusting to the state that usually dominates me during my hunts. The dull waves of hunger appearing in the depths of my stomach are now helping my mind shift into the state that has helped me imagine myself as a predator with almost blessed efficiency.

My gaze glides over him at lightning speed, and it's quite obvious from his posture and the way his whole body tenses up like a spring ready to jump, that he has enough combat experience to chew me up. Even if he wouldn't be able to pull such a feat, he still has the physical advantage, and that alone is enough for me to immediately conjure up an army of tactics in my head to defeat him. Because losing is not an option. It would only give the mob what they want and prove what they believe about me. That I'm a slothful little leech, whose only use is to serve their superiors. And I'd rather make a necklace out of my own guts than let that happen.

Douglas gets bored of our staring match the first, bridges the distance between us with a few steps, and moving close enough he swings one of his fists, and I can register from his first movements that he is not afraid to cause pain, even if I seem relatively weak and defenseless. But before he can hit me, I dance away from him with light movements and dodge his blow. He turns his head towards me bewildered, and I see the surprise appear in his features for a fleeting moment, for which I only give a small, mocking smile to him. Although I'm not physically as strong as him, and I don't have months of persistent training behind me, thank heaven, biology compensates for this deficiency. Because even though I don't come close to the Hunters, as an Extreme my reflexes and sharp little eyes have ensured that I can get out of difficult situations in mostly one piece. Even a normal person could compete with this little skill, if I wouldn't be a mean bastard and use every little advantage to play dirty. And I have just enough experience in how to trick others.

I take advantage of his momentary shock and start circling him with deliberate slowness, and it does not escape my attention how his shoulders jerk after observing my activities. The pride disappears from his face, and he follows my every step with concentration, as if he is waiting for the predator to pounce, and he is not mistaken. The goal really is to find a gap in his defense, but as always, it's better to get him to willingly give me an opportunity to attack.

And I must have annoyed him enough with my little ploy for him to take the fight seriously, because when I pause not far behind him, waiting, the unmistakable scowl of rage blooms on his face. He springs into action with such fervor that I narrowly dodge his next blow, and it doesn't come as a surprise when his right hook hits my side dead-on. The pain ripples through my ribs like lightning, but it sobers me up enough to try to get close to him before he can start to fix my face next. But he easily avoids my swinging fist, so I'm forced to nudge his knee with my foot in the meanest way possible, almost teasingly, with just enough force to make him hiss in pain and back away from me before he can do more damage to me.

My rather insidious little move unsettles him for just a moment, and as his face turns redder with the fury raging inside him, I grin, belying the pain throbbing in my ribs. The crowd around us is now screaming advice and egg on Douglas to stop playing and to finally take care of me, and there is no doubt that even without his fans he has reached the point where he feels no need to be subtle. And I'm just waiting for him to become careless and leave me a tiny little opening.

That's why, when he lunges toward me again, I just stand stiffly waiting for his strike. And I don't have to be disappointed, he quickly appears in front of me and lashes out at me with all his strength in his angry left jab, but before I can even experience what kind of anger he wants to convey to my face, the clever reflexes of my kind kick in. My hand suddenly reaches towards his and my fingers wrap around his forearm, and this startles him just enough for me to take advantage of his surprise and thrust my other little paw into his face with the speed of a viper about to bite. My palm smooths over his mouth open from shock, my fingers dig into his shaved skin, and I can already feel my energy running through me. And as the first wave of my power reaches him, he doesn't even have time to understand what's happening, because his eyes roll back immediately, and his body goes limp on the floor of the ring with a huge thump.

In the sudden silence that settles in the room, the chirping of a cricket would be ear-piercing, and I just measure up the passed-out guy who lies on the ground with the elegance of a starfish with much indifference. I feel a little sorry when I remember that the poor guy will be playing dead for a while because of my little tricks, but then I quickly settle the tiny weakness of my heart inside myself, because it's his captain who insisted that I fight him by showing off my sneaky skills. If Price didn't demand for me to toughen up, sooner or later he would have simply beat the pants off of me, there's no doubt about that.

The stunned immobility of the room is interrupted by Price, who climbs onto the arena, steps towards Dougles, and checks if the boy is really just taking his well-deserved beauty sleep. And when he is sure that the soldier is indeed still alive, he picks up his limp body with an effortless movement, gestures for a few guys to move closer, and hands them their unconscious comrade. When my victim is safe, the captain turns all his attention to me, and I feel an irrational sense of doubt and defensiveness rise up in me, because I'm almost certain, by seeing his expression, that he will now express his displeasure with my show.

However, real astonishment settles into my every fiber, as the man steps closer and firmly pats my shoulder with a satisfied smile appearing on his face. And in the way, he looks down at me gently, I don't feel any malice, but only warmth, which makes me quite uncertain as to what hell is going on here. Because I was quite sure that even if he wanted to see with his own eyes what I could do, he wouldn't be happy when he saw me in my element after I let go of my nice girl person and let loose. I was convinced that when he was confronted with the fact that I didn't just look dangerous on the pages of my file, but that I was actually a savage bitch, he would have the same disgust and condemnation in his eyes as anyone with an iota of common sense. And yet, I don't see any trace of contempt as I study his features utterly perplexed.

"Good work." He tenderly squeezes my shoulder, and the small gesture gives me a confused tingle in my stomach, which I can't identify when was the last time I felt, so it sufficiently deepens my bafflement. "We can work with this." He announces firmly, and his deep voice rings with real determination. "But it won't be an easy ride, so get ready! It's my turn now!"

Instead of the possibilities of potential pain appearing in my head from his statement, for some reason, a completely new motivation rears its head inside me. I can't tell if it's his aura or the unspoken promise that he really wants to see me as more than just an object, but it suddenly seems easy to overcome the excruciating pressure of hunger and fatigue weighing down on me. And fueled by this newfound enthusiasm, I position myself ready to attack, eagerly preparing for whatever difficulty Price throws my way, because no matter what, I will not disappoint. Because neither he nor I will let failure be an option.

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I stare rigidly at the tiny crack running along the ceiling with my eyes, and by now I've checked about a hundred times how many centimeters it might be. I had time for it, because I had been awake since the dull pain first appeared in my stomach, which has been tightening around my insides like a vise ever since. It's been a long time since I've felt hunger show up like this, and although I'm not yet in a state that makes me feel disgusted with mysefl, I want my food just enough to keep me up through the night.

I haven't consumed a single drop of blood since I arrived here, and a little fasting wouldn't be anything new to me, but considering that every damned day my dear teammates have amortized me with new surprises, I've crossed the line where I can comfortably tolerate the gnawing pain in my stomach. And although I vowed not to beg for my delicious snack, after yesterday's training session with Price, I got to the point where I considered taking out my more charming self and trying out my persuasion skills. Fortunately, the captain seemed to be counting the days of my fast, because after kicking my ass in every way possible and sending me to the ground in the ring God knows how many times, he announced that the next day Laswell would finally come to the base with my goodies. And I squirmed awake from the thought all night, until I assumed my current position, mentally chanting that the morning would come as soon as possible.

The sun's rays have been high for a long time now, and they paint the wall of my small room in warm light, but still, no one has come to invite me to the breakfast intended for me, or more like an early lunch now. And I'm getting more and more nervous and impatient by the minute, and with every noise that filters in from beyond my door, I look at the handle ready to jump, to see if it moves at last. I'm fully aware that this whole situation is pathetic, but the urge to scold myself for this has long since passed. I save my strength for when I finally have to drag myself out of here, so that at least the appearance of being relaxed and carefree can remain. For my pride would not let them see the ways in which I am tormented by hunger, which they actually forced me into.

It occurred to me at some point during the night, that it must have been quite intentional on their part to force me into fasting because they knew I needed blood and not just on holidays. By now they could have also guessed that my body tries to regenerate itself even if I don't consciously use energy. So it should have also occurred to them that my appetite would come back much earlier than expected, yet they let the fun drag on until this point. Of course, it's not easy to get blood, because it has to be obtained officially, from professional donors, who were probably only recently approached, because, to the best of my knowledge, there are no other stars like me in colony No. 17 who could have needed this service until now. And I'm the most understanding person ever, but at the same time, it is also certain that this does not allay my suspicion about this whole thing being a deliberate step to punish me. I suspect that this is just one of the many tests they want to use to see how far they can stretch the string inside me.

My musings are interrupted by a knock, and I sit up so quickly that sudden dizziness creeps onto me, and I have to grab the edge of the bed for support. For a hot minute, it seems that I might just be hallucinating, but when the intruder tries to break the door down again, I finally jump out of bed and run to the door in such haste, that I have to pause for a moment before I would wrap my fingers around the door handle, to protect it my image. And when the entrance to my room opens to reveal a menacingly huge figure, I'm already blessing my restraint because I'd swallow my own tongue before letting Riley see me desperate. Because apparently, instead of all the possible applicants, he was ordered to the threshold of my small abode to collect me for my presumably cordially served main course.

And almost reflexively, a sour expression of irritation appears on my face, which I don't even try to hide or banish, because I can feel a similar burst of enthusiasm radiate from him at the sight of me. Although I had already gotten used to his indecipherable, yet overwhelming gazes during training, in my current state I had lost all sense of humor to tolerate him. In other circumstances, I might even tease him a little to get our little pastime off to a better start, but the night spent awake and the ache turning like a knife in my stomach trample on the beginning buds of my sassy comments.

"Laswell wants to see you." He informs me briefly, and I would prefer to shove the fucking mask on his head down his throat, as his dark eyes, studying me, settle purposefully on my obviously worn face. And I can imagine how much pleasure this can give him, because even though he may be taking on the role of a statue in front of me, it doesn't take much brainpower to figure out that the past few weeks had surely put him in the mood to watch my agony.

"Wonderful." I reply in a similar concise manner, and by stepping toward him I force him to back away. My door closes behind me with a loud bang, and I look up at him expectantly, suggesting that he show me the way to the nice station chief of the base, because my relative patience will soon run out. Especially in his company.

Without a word, he begins our journey to the heart of the base, I follow him with similar silence, and for the first time, I do not regret that I don't have the strength to entertain him with my humor and sharp tongue. Because now I don't have the slightest desire to continue experiencing the complicated situation that arose between the two of us. And as my eyes instinctively stray to his broad back in front of me, the question of how long the cat-and-mouse game between the two of us will last flashes into my mind again. I know that he won't reward my similarly nice behavior towards him with just mean comments, strictness, and criticism forever, and for some reason this makes me feel morbidly excited. I'm slowly starting to get familiar with this cold and hard side of him, and even though I'm getting tired of him not allowing me to have similar experiences to the one I encountered in our first training session, the insatiable desire to penetrate his hard exterior further still rages in me. And I still can't explain why this urge awakens in me, why I feel the need to solve Riley's mystery, but there is a curiosity in me that annoys me just enough to not let me turn the pages over the story. Although I should be satisfied with the few things I have at my disposal, that I can use to anger him enough to lose his concentration, so I'm able to attack if necessary, but unfortunately, my sick thirst for knowledge does not allow me to do that.

As usual, the base is buzzing with busy soldiers, and I'm slowly getting used to seeing this sight everywhere except the solitude of my room. Still, malicious joy awakens in my dark little soul, as the faces of the people are filled with fear or even caution, and they whisper behind my back as I stroll away next to them. I can safely assume that the unfortunate adventure of their little comrade with me has already reached all of their cute little ears, and it fills me with happiness to know that my little demonstration of strength was enough for them to keep a meter distance from me, if they had not done so before. Because even their fear is better than being looked down upon.

However, my attention is diverted from my joy when the Hunter leading the way suddenly stops, and with only great luck do I manage to pull myself out of the sea of my thoughts, so that I can stop before I crash into him. I look up annoyed, and as I identify the sign of the infirmary, I only raise one of my eyebrows in interest. I find it very ironic that they chose a place for me to exercise my eating habits, which the residents of the base visit out of dire need, but most of the time they don't come for a snack, unlike me. It's like taking a fox to the henhouse.

Riley opens the entrance to the infirmary with a firm move and enters without waiting for my reaction, and I follow him with exceptional obedience. Upon stepping inside, the sterile smell of disinfectant hits my nose almost immediately, and for some reason, it stirs up a painfully nostalgic feeling in me, as my head protests against the intrusive smell with a slight throbbing. It reminds me of the days I spent in the lab, and for the first time since my arrival, I feel the absence caused by the loss of my career. How sad that I can no longer hunch over microscopes and lab results. I suspect it would feel like a walk in a park compared to my current situation.

"Woods! How nice to see you in one piece!" Laswell appears behind the door opening from the side of the infirmary, and I take careful notice of the security system activating with a soft beep after she exits. I only need to look at the control panel on the wall, and I know that the secret little room can only be the medical storage, where she presumably hid all my potential goodies. It is quite a clever move of her to place an unbreachable obstacle between me and the object of my hunger, for even though I know that relief could be within arm's reach, I will always be dependent on them. Fucking fantastic.

"I thought you would never honor me with fulfilling your end of the deal." I remark with indifference, and as a faint, but omniscient smile appears on her face, I suddenly feel an irresistible desire to quench my thirst with her blood. The look on her face tells just enough to confirm that my diet was a deliberate show of power. Of course, it is understandable that she resorts to such vile methods, because although I am currently living in my relatively cooperative era, no one has forgotten that I spent a good portion of my life with illegal entertainment. And maybe we both know that habits die hard.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten what I promised. That's why you're here." She explains, and then in her hand, she flashes the bag smuggled out of the storage, in which shines the deep red of the one thing I've so enthusiastically come all this way for. "Have a seat." She requests, as she invites me to make myself comfortable while gesturing towards one of the immaculate beds, and I don't take my eyes off the blood bag for even a minute as I jump onto the hospital bed. And suddenly I could swear that that special metallic, yet sweet aroma reaches my nose even through the plastic. I know that it's just my mind playing tricks on me, and I have to force myself out of the spell that was cast on me just by the sight of the red liquid. I've always had a strong reaction to blood, but over the years my morbid fear of getting caught has proven to be enough of a motivating force to develop self-restraint. Of course, this is a much more difficult task when hunger is persistently digging its claws into my stomach.

"I was hoping you didn't call me here to chat." I make my little stingy comment to the woman, and her self-confident calm still doesn't waver, and I seriously wonder what the hell they're taking around here, that puts them always in such a crazy good mood. "I'm not in the mood for that now."

Without further ado, I reach for the bag, because now I really have no patience for arguments, but the woman simply shakes her head, as if she would want to explain to a confused child why she can't eat sweets for dinner. This frustrates me enough to make my eyebrows furrow impatiently and I nervously purse my mouth shut, because why the hell is this chick wasting my time now?

"We act in accordance with the legal regulations, and according to this, a Hunter must supervise your feeding." She begins, and I automatically flash my glance at the man mentioned, who just wanders to the wall opposite me with lazy steps, to lean against it comfortably with his hands folded in front of his chest. No way.

"Absolutely not." I snap at her almost immediately, because the thought of Riley being the one to accompany me while my lovely little snack takes over my consciousness, fills me with anger and fear at the same time. No one has ever witnessed how I consume blood because I know how the whole process affects me. And I don't need that to be analyzed by someone who is capable of using it against me.

"Although I understand that this can be stressful, unfortunately, we'll do this the legal way. The regulations were set in place for a reason, you should know that the best." Laswell covertly points out the obvious fact that the eating habits of my kind have probably already caused problems. Although she probably doesn't realize how much self-control I have, it would be futile to deny that she's right to assume, that if I get sufficiently lost in my meals I'd want a little dessert in the form of one of the innocent bastards living here. A valid, but inaccurate assumption.

I could correct her and argue about sticking her fucking rules where I suspect spiders have been weaving their webs for a while, but there would be no point. She has a tight expression on her face that tells me there is no argument that will soften her heart to my problem, and I am far more hungry to drag out this scenario even a minute longer. So I just roll my eyes with spectacular boredom and sigh in irritation, giving my silent consent to this whole circus. I'm forced to swallow this bitter pill, because I don't want to provoke a little punishment from the woman, and I suspect that she would have no problem hiding my snack where she got it from, if I'd still feel like resisting.

"Ghost is only here to look out for you." She adds pointing to the Hunter in question with her free hand, and her features soften as she observes the fact of my acquiescence. "There is no need to feel uncomfortable." She assures me almost kindly, but she can't awaken any other emotion in me with her attentiveness, apart from irritation. Because instead of the man, I would rather invite any of his friends to chat over my lunch. "Enjoy your meal!" Laswell finally hands me the damn bag with a morbid little comment, and I just follow her out of the corner of my eye as she walks to the door of the infirmary and leaves the room.

And as the entrance closes with a soft click, the room becomes so quiet that even I can feel the tension sparking, which holds me back from eating my food right away. Placing the plastic bag in my lap, I direct my gaze to the man who is comfortably posing as a statue a few meters away from me, and by now I'm measuring him up almost automatically, searching for signs from which I can uncover what might be going on under the mask. His tall figure is dressed in casual clothes today as well, his black tactical pants fit comfortably around his long legs, and his arms emerge from under the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie, and now for the first time, I can see the tattoos on his left forearm. His body, wrapped in dark clothes, forms a gloomy contrast with the immaculate white walls, and although his posture seems relaxed, he still exudes a warning aura. As he stands, it would be almost impossible to decipher anything of what might be going on in his head, but I'm slowly getting the hang of what I have to look for. My scrutinizing glance falls on his face covered with a mask, and I find it interesting that today he chose his disguise with the addition of a skull, and not his simple balaclava, because for some reason I have the vague feeling that he wants to hide as much as possible from my curiosity. By now he could have realized that I was trying to read his every little move, and therefore decided to minimize all his interactions with me, so as not to give me a chance to probe any deeper. But this only makes me greedier, because it suggests that what he's hiding is worth revealing.

"What are you waiting for?" The question comes from him in a rather apathetic voice, and I merely tilt my head in interest, because I see the graveness flashing in those brown eyes, as he glances at the bag resting on my lap for a second.

"Are you in a hurry to be somewhere, perhaps?" I ask him, and the beginning of a mocking smile involuntarily finds its way to the corner of my mouth. I deem his impatience strange, even though I know he really has better things to do than play babysitter here. And yet, this starts a chain of tangled thoughts in my mind, which makes me increasingly interested in why he is here now instead of one of his friends. I'm sure any of them could have taken on the honorable task of watching me sucking a bag of blood dry, but here he is. I doubt it was his sense of duty that kept him from turning down the invitation, because he could have made someone else take the task on. As an SSS-class Hunter, he obviously has this privilege.

"I'm not the one needin' this shit to survive." He remarks, nodding to the bag with his head, and the movement itself is filled with such contempt that it reflexively ignites anger in me. "So stop babbling, I know you've been waiting for this all this time." He interjects his little commentary, which has an edge that could definitely kill anyone.

He doesn't even try to hide the disdain from his deep voice, and it's impossible to miss the way his eyes narrow and small wrinkles appear on the painted skin around them, and I can almost see him pulling his mouth in a distaste under the material of the mask. By now I could have gotten used to his comments, but still, when he hits me with his harsh words in a moment of weakness, when I am hungry, the desire for revenge flares up in me. Because, once again, he is acting hypocritically and forgets that we both walk in the same shoes, and we both need something, without which we would face serious problems in no time.

And that raises the suspicion in me, that this is exactly why he is here. He wants to witness me finally broken and weak, in a state where I'm vulnerable, so he can have a taste of the perverted pleasure he gave me earlier. This is now the time for revenge, and he wants to enjoy every moment of backing me into a corner, and experience how the mask of confidence and pride slips away from my reach. There is no doubt, that he would like his presence to embarrass me so that he can finally break off my horn that I’ve used to poke him with so enthusiastically until now. Because why wouldn't I feel humiliated by doing something that until now, I have probably done in my private moments because of discomfort and fear, and which reveals that I can intimidated and shamed by something too. But he's dead wrong if he believes that I'm not willing to overcome my shyness when it comes to preserving my pride.

It is true that I have been at a disadvantage until now, but I did not allow them to see me as weak because of the sick expectations I had of myself. And Riley could rightly assume that now would finally be the chance for him to admire what I looked like when I became undone, and he would have certainly used this information against me at the first opportunity. Very cunning of him, because from this I can conclude that we both like to search for weaknesses in the other, and I almost appreciate that he wants to gain an advantage over me in such an insidious way. While I usually provoke him in my devious ways, he seizes the opportunity in a much simpler and more straightforward way. And I, driven by this realization, decide not to deny him what he came for. I'll give him the show he so desperately wants and make sure he enjoys it.

"Sometimes I forget that you think we are different." I sprinkle the backhanded remark lightly, and in the meantime I playfully run my fingers over the little tubes on the top of the blood bag, keeping my eyes on his, which is suddenly filled with delicious anger at my little statement. It's not completely unexpected that I talk back even in this situation, but it irritates him all the more what I want to convey to him with my words.

"Drink, or I'll take it." He warns, and his voice is filled with palpable tension, which brings back the excited thrill to my stomach that I felt during our very first training session. For some reason, every time his hard voice deepens with his accent, and his tone alone promises unimaginable consequences, I feel a masochistic desire to find out if he really fulfills his promises. I've never experienced this part of my personality before in my life, and I should probably be worried about my new discovery, yet it's hard to stop my machinations. Despite the fact that I know I can easily acquire another pretty bruise or two like last time.

"You're wrong if you think that I am the only one dependent on something." I lift the plastic bag in my hands, measuring its red contents with nonchalant calmness, and slowly lick my lips as the first excited shiver runs through my body at the promise of a delicious bite. "My dietary preferences may be questionable, but let's not forget that out of the two of us, I wouldn't be the one to slaughter half the base if I ran out of power." I shed light on the basis of his hypocritical behavior, and when I leisurely my gaze slides over his figure, I see how a muscle jumps on his sculpted forearm.

I realize that this was a low blow, even from me, but it would be a shame to sweep the facts under the rug. It seems that he likes to pretend that he doesn't need my Healer skills, so that when the battery of the little Hunter inevitably runs out, he doesn't harm his little friends. However, we both know that there was already an example of this exact thing in the history of the Hunters, and there was certainly much to clean up after the aforementioned unfortunate killing spree. "Shut up and drink." He orders menacingly, and it seems, his patience is running out, but this is what he gets if he tries to deny reality so vehemently. Because I'm not afraid of the truth, but someone who does everything, maybe even puts on a mask, to escape from some unseen evil, can find it very difficult to make peace with the weaknesses inherent in their nature.

"You don't have to judge me, Riley. We both try to suppress our instincts, but sooner or later they catch up with us." I point out the truth, and in the meantime, I easily undo the opening of one of the tubes on the bag with my fingers, and forcefully keep a careless smile on my face in order to hold back the relief that overwhelms me from the sweet scent of blood.

"You're the only one driven by instincts here." He retorts, and in this one sentence, he condenses every drop of his growing venom, which rings crystal clear behind his words. But that doesn't upset me, because I've already settled into my role and prepared to show him the performance he came here for. It would be cruel to deprive him of that joy, even if the intimate moment will probably turn out differently than he expected.

"Hmm, maybe." I answer with comfortable laziness while tilting my head to the side, and I watch his body pulsating with tension, which makes him look like a panther ready to pounce, which can't wait to sink its claws into its victim. "But at least I'm not denying it." I shrug, forcing all the indifference in the world into myself, and with this last remark, I release the control that has kept me from throwing myself on my lunch with the elegance of a starving beast. And before he has a chance to react, I raise the bag and place my lips on the tube, and the relieved sigh that breaks out of me after the first sip, visibly shuts down what he wants to say.

The sour, yet chillingly familiar taste of blood spreads on my tongue, and as the liquid travels down my throat, the well-known warmth floods my insides, and an involuntary moan breaks out of me as I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling. I greedily suck at the contents of the bag, and with each swallowed portion, the excited trembling in my body increase, and the familiar buzzing fills my head, which erases all the dirty details of the outside world. Now, however, I grab all the remaining threads of focus and direct it on the man in front of me, because even though I vowed to give him a show, I can't let myself go completely, no matter how much the heat of the blood traveling to my belly pulls me towards the euphoria of unconsciousness.

And apparently, he is quite captivated by the sight of my feeding, because his eyes never leave my figure sitting on the bed, and his undivided attention on me gives me an evil satisfaction. To an outside observer, it may seem that he is not overly impressed as I consume the substance of the bag in large gulps, which in itself could drive anyone close to disgust. But I know that he is not bothered by the blood, but rather by my little performance, because he cannot hide how his broad shoulders rise up tensely, and the way he almost imperceptibly tries to press himself against the wall even more. I only gift him with a cheeky snort, and as I get lost in the wonderful taste of blood again, I enjoy the way my senses are filled by the pulsing warmth growing under my skin and the melody of his deep breaths reaching my ears.

I stop my activities for a minute, when I open my eyes and fix my gaze on the Hunter, and I feel the hot grip in my stomach intensify as our eyes meet. The dark sparks that sit in those brown eyes are inexplicable, and suddenly I don't even want to know what they could mean, because their heat almost burns my skin. The intoxicating fog covering my brain doesn't let me ponder on this question any further, but the excited buzzing in my limbs makes me want to go even further in my show. Therefore, tilting my head back, I touch the tube to my lips again, and lifting the bag, I allow the sweet stupor of blood to fill my consciousness yet again.

Glancing at him from under my eyelashes, I maintain eye contact and let the fingers of my free hand slowly trace the line of my throat, thus describing the path of the red liquid swallowed in slow sips. I don't even try to hold back the mischievous smile that creeps on my face when his jaw tightens under his mask, and I wonder for a fleeting second if he wishes he could wrap his hands around my neck again to end all of this. I'm sure he's already regretted starting this game a thousand times, because his whole being seems to become more and more on edge by the minute, and the tension emanating from him is almost gnawing at my skin. I'm close to being mesmerized by the way the muscles dance under his tattooed skin as his folded arms press tighter to his chest, and that only intensifies the fiery tingle in my stomach.

His eyes tear away from me as his gaze follows the line of my fingers, and when they travel with a feather-light touch along my chest and the delicate curve of my breasts hidden under the green T-shirt, he moves and pushes himself away from the wall so suddenly that I instinctively reach for the edge of the bed below me and grab into the fine fabric with my fingers. His entire body exudes the fierceness of a predator ready to lunge, and this only fuels the recklessness in my mind, which is already emboldened by the blood. The game I indulged in is quite dangerous, but even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to stop, because the perverse joy of once again being able to penetrate the stoic mask of the Hunter awakens in me. He takes a threatening step toward me, and every one of my nerves tightens and flutters with anticipation as he slowly closes the gaping distance between us. When he stops just a few steps shy from me and stares down at me from behind his mask, he almost dwarfs me, but this does not drive away the morbid excitement that settles in me. Because this is now similar to what I experienced during our last incident, but the ominous power that emanates from him is radically different, and I eagerly drink in all its vibrations.

I empty the contents of the bag with one last sip, then squeeze the last drops into my open mouth, and I feel a drop escape and run down my chin. I throw the empty plastic onto the bed with a nonchalantly, and catching the escaping drop of blood with my index finger, I follow its path all the way to my mouth, and I grin as his gaze follows my finger again. And as I lift my hand to my mouth and playfully clean off the last bite of my lunch with my tongue, his hands clench into fists with a force that seems almost painful, and now I can guess that he would really prefer to squeeze my neck with them. It's a shame that he has once again given himself up to my bullying and can't do anything about it.

"You were right. I really am a creature of instinct." I speak for the first time, breaking the heavy silence, and I let my energy still invigorated by the heat of the blood guide me, when I jump off the bed and step closely in front of him. I might be only reaching up to his shoulders, yet I feel more powerful than ever, even if all this fun has made the web of my thoughts about him even more complicated. "But it's only a matter of time, and it turns out whether you are too. Let's hope you're better than me." I taunt him, putting a small smile on my lips, when his eyes narrow dangerously at my statement.

But I just slip past him with the lightness of satiety and the drunken courage that settles on my mind, to then head for the door of the infirmary, because for my part, I consider the whole situation finished here. I even surprised myself with how beneficially the spark of my anger helped me through the entire meal, but I'm not sure if my brave little stunt did any good for my relationship with the Hunter. It has not been free of excitement so far either, but this current action of mine, sponsored by my courage awakened in my euphoric state, raised the tension between the two of us to a completely new level. Because I'm sure he was a hair's breadth away from doing something really nasty to me for my teasing, that I wouldn't have gotten out of with just the nice necklace of his fingerprints. And even though I gained another insight into what causes him to lose his composure, I still have the sinister suspicion, that sooner or later I will bear the consequences. And maybe I'm looking forward to it. How sick.

I take one last look at him as I open the infirmary door and stand on the threshold, and he continues to watch me with the same intensity as he followed through my lunch. And from the way every one of his muscles still remains in tense rigidness as he stands by the bed, I have a faint intuition that although he must have gotten something for his efforts, he doesn't seem nearly satisfied. And this puts the bug in my ear, which keeps chirping that our little conflict will soon reach its peak, and I won't like it one bit. We'll see.

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What type of Fanfiction did I transmigrate too???

A/n: I read a REALLY good fanfic of the OG Bingqiu where Shen Qingqiu made plans in place to survive Binghe and ended up seducing him and now Luo Binghe wants him to pay but also wants him as his empress and they come to a conclusion Shen Qingqiu was able to reveal his past and even apologised in his own way.

Anyway NOTES And warnings! This will have NSFW sex scenes etc, those scenes WILL have a warning later on down the story if you want to SKIP them- I did plan on writing more but now I'm drawing blanks ^^; So sex scenes, etc blah blah blah enjoy!

Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were still fucked up, their relationship bordering on possesion and survival, then it turned into trust but both still regarded each other as two predators cross paths.

So they get together, Shen Qingqiu is fine with the harem in his words they give Binghe what he can't give, Shen Qingqiu had the title of empress, As long as Binghe doesn't have a harem of husbands he's fine.

Enter Shen Yuan!

When Shen Yuan transmigrates into PIDW he freaks out- Shen Qingqiu's alive!? so it's the beggining of the boo- wait Luo Binghe is exposed as a heavenly demon- So Shen Qingqiu is ABOUT to get his arms ripped of-

Their MARRIED!?

Welp, this had to be an alternative PIDW, [later on once he meets up with Airplane he gapes as he's told this was the DRAFT version but the conclusion wasn't finalised as the author was dead so the characters just naturally choose marriage?]

Anyway Shen Yuan figured to just 'avoid' the couple, thanks to Empress Shen Qingqiu there was NO merging of the worlds and Shen Yuan could cultivate and explore this world to his hearts content :D

So far he's living his afterlife to the fullest, right until he almost dies...again.

The fact that he was saved was surprising. He was hunting down a beast that resembled one of those monsters from Spy Kids 2 made by that nutty professor, if you cut of one head another one appears.

But this thing had two heads, he couldn't dodge the two for long and almost lost his leg to a pair of poisinious fangs.

Thankfully a black blur swooped in and sliced the neck- Shen Yuan grimaced no wait not thankfully that was going to-

But instead the necks pulsed black ooze out the wound as if the sword caturiased the necks to stop them from growing. Shen Yuans eyes widened.

...Well thats one way to do it.

The man landed and before Shen Yuan could even thank him the sword as aimed at him.

"Since I saved your life, this beast is mine so it's best if you scram."

How rude!?

"What? No way- I almost killed myself to see a hydra." Shen Yuan stood up and almost slapped the sword away but then thought better of it.

The man eyes narrowed, and Shen Yuan figured he might just get murdered. Backtracking he spoke holding his hand up.

"I was just observing and wanted to document it. Can I have five mintues?" The man tilted his lips then nodded, not sheithing his sword.

Shen Yuan reached into his pockets taking out his journel and flicking it over to his page and notes of hydras. He scowled, he had nothing for weakness, freakishly weird sword isn't something anyone can use.

He began to sketch the shape as best he could and even leaned closer drawing in detail the head and even the scales, he was blocking in shapes and only drew the details in real time for later.

The guy was staring at him and it was making him nervous. He really wanted to be accurate in this. He paused as he gazed at the Hydras mouth and paused.

Taking out a knife he lifted the lip and saw the venom still dripping from the fangs...that could be really valuable.

"Is it okay if I take some venom?"

"Why?"

"A mans gotta eat." Shen Yuan quipped back, say what you will about cultivating but he was starving half the time. Some venom would could set him up for the next month.

He heard the other scowl, "Fine."

Shen Yuan hummed happily, and rumaged around he even used a device for milking snakes- it was a gift and he's never used it UNTIl this moment! How lucky.

He then did the other Hydra head as well so he had two large jars of venom. Nice.

As he stood up he walked over to the man looking stormy, he held out the jar.

"Here, as thanks for saving me." Shen Yuan smiled.

Even if he was a jerk. He still saved him.

Shen Qingqiu scowl could kill anyone, he watched as Shen Yuans eyes locked onto his and saw the immediete effect he had on him.

Shen Yuan tensed his eyes immiedtly looking away terrified. Oh Shen Qingqiu scared him?

good. He'll keep away from Luo Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu layed on the bed scowling, "You have a harem, but you can't have men too when you have me. Shouldn't I be enough?" He sat up scowling. He knew if he asked Luo Binghe would kick out Shen Yuan, would think nothing off it.

Luo Binghe stroked his face "Who said he was for my harem?"

What?

Luo Binghe looked amused, his voice sounded considering "I wasn't pursuing Shen Yuan for myself, he could be yours. You could have your own harem, not all of them could be for sex it could be just us like this." Luo Binghe spoke kissing his forehead but he felt his lips curl against his forehead.

"But I've noticed how much you like to bully him, seeing him cry. You enjoy it, I know you've been lonely when I'm with my wives you can use him. Have Shen Yuan warm your bed. You're my empress you deserve the best."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't believe what Luo Binghe was thinking, he was too overwhelemed with jelously he never realised that this was for him.

That Luo Binghe in his own way, was trying to please Shen Qingqiu.

"You don't want Shen Yuan?"

"Not unless you're willing to share, but if you don't want him then thats fine, I'll move him to another palace maybe under Mobei-Jun he seems to like that rat Shang Qinghua."

Shen Qingqiu was considering, he was so focused of seeing Shen Yuan as a rival, as another hoity cultivator who could steal everything away from him.

Shen Qingqiu lay back down, his hands shaking. Luo Binghe took his hand and gave it a kiss.

"I will never let you go, Shen Qingqiu. My Empress, I will never replace you or leave you- I worry you might get bored with me. Leave me for Yue Qingyuan." He stroked his hand bringing it to his lips.

"The self control I have, I would cut off your arms and legs, hide you away in my bedroom, have you rely soley on me for your needs. Keep you by myside forever. I will never let you go."

Instead of horryfying him, Shen Qingqiu found himself smiling, snuggling further into his husbands chest. "Likewise, if you marry Shen Yuan and leave me, forget me. I'll kill you."

Ah young love.

Shen Qingqiu knew Shen Yuan wouldn't understand this, the possesive behaviour both of them have with each other. He doubted Shen Yuan would survive him never mind both of them, he would think they were gross, disgusting. Unhealthy. But both Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were survivors, everything they've ever had was ripped from their hands. Once they've gotten stronger they would defend what they love with everything they had.

With this change Shen Qingqiu began watching Shen Yuan in a new light, he knew the other didn't like him. He was almost like Liu Qingge, assuming he was scum and the worst person to exist.

It didn't help him warm up to Shen Yuan, the two barely got along. He had no idea what Luo Binghe was thinking. But after Shen Yuan returned from the Northern realm he suddenly looked at Shen Qingqiu to report and blanched.

He couldn't look him in the eye and almost looked...ashamed?

Shen Qingqiu's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Why are you acting so skittish for?" He asked once he cornered Shen Yuan, who looked like he would be anywhere but here.

"Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you."

That caused a reaction, Shen Yuan eyes snapped to his obviously irritated. "Whats wrong with you?"

"Nothing- nothing you should be concerned about it's just...Shang Qinghua didn't tell me anything he just...cleared up a miscomunication. That's all."

Shen Qingqiu gazed at him cooly so what did that have to do with him?

"And?"

Strangely enough, Shen Yuan straightened- even though it didn't do much for how short he was, but then he bowed.

"I Apologise to Empress Shen. I trusted baseless rumours which clouded my judgemnet of you. For that, this foolish one apologises."

Shen Qingqiu blinked "Rumours?" He immiedetly stiffened. Shang Qinghua was a rat- he wouldn't be surprised if he knew about Shen QIngqiu's past if he told Shen Yuan everything.

His hand tightened on his fan, only Luo Binghe knew because it was clawed out of him but he was the only one he trusted. Qui Haitang was executed after he learned that fact. But even Yue Qingyuan didn't know-

"What do you know?" Shen Qingiu asked and Shen Yuan stood up straighter.

"Nothing, only that you and Luo Binghe were similair which is why you're both so compatible, if I wanted to know the truth I should ask the source."

Shen Qingqiu scoffed as if he was going to spill anything to this worm. He realised this was the truth, Shen Yuan knew nothing.

"I never knew you were stupid enough to believe rumours." He would actually, Shen Yuan was gulliable, he noticed the other clench his fists glancing to the side.

"My information came from a trusted source, they've never been wrong before. I had no idea they could be biased."

When he called out airplane they kept reciting.

"Ever heard of unreliable narrator? idiot :p"

Still it was better being called stupid by Shen Qingqiu than by Shang Qinghua.

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"What is the meaning of this, worm?" Shen Qingqiu was losing his patience with Shen Yuans incompatence. Yes the man was smart he was a walking enclopedia of beastiarys and fuana strangely enough.

And yet he couldn't even get this right.

"Do you have any idea on how to prepare ink?" Shen Yuan fumbled and almost spilled the crushed ink that he was crushing for Shen Qingqiu and made a mess. If he was going to have Shen Yuan as his servant or even entertain Luo Binghes ludacrous harem idea but with his standards and this worms incompatence he wasn't off to a great start.

This pathetic excuse of a man should be grateful, he's done worse to Binghe.

"Well?" After the other didn't respond, looking down Shen Qingqiu fan pushed under his chin lifting up Shen Yuans face to look him in the eye, the next words on his throat faltered.

Shen Yuans eyes were red and he was looking to the side his breathing trying to even out. The humilation burned his cheeks.

"This one apologises, Empress Shen."

Shen Qingqiu was fascinated. He tilted the others face, his own still unomved by the display but inside he felt something akin to excitment. The worm was too easy, Luo Binghe was fake, always smiling and pretending nothing fazed him. Shen Qingqiu barely poked this soft thing and he was close to tears.

"Crying worm? How unbecoming of a cultivator. Is this how you represent the pride of the heavenly empire?"

Shen Yuans hands clenched trying to hide but Shen QIngqiu smacked his face with a fan a soft slap to keep his face turned towards his.

If he was so easy towards a scolding what would a praise do? He should wait.

"Try again. If you spill on drop of ink you will be crushing inkstones for the whole palace until you get it right."

Shen Yuans eyes widened. There were tons of servants and schollars here who used inkstones and the wives alone used them for poetry and sending letters to their family!

His hands would die to arthitius.

With one final slap, with the fan. Shen Yuan moved back to continue his task. He was better this time. Tears staining his cheeks.

Shen Qingqiu face twitched hidden by his own fan. On second thought he might reconsider Luo Binghes ludacrous idea.

Shen Yuan hated him, he hated Shen Qingqiu- if he didn't value his life he would poison him in his sleep. He was running jim raggared and knew if he didn't have a vacation he was going to snap. After talking with Luo Binghe [more like begging] he was given a holiday leave.

Yay!

Shen Qingqiu was going with him "Oh Shen Yuan! I heard you were leaving the palace, I might go with you I need to stretch my legs."

Shen Yuan was lucky that Shen Qingqiu didn't need an entire party to go with him, both went alone with only their swords and tailsmans and even wore disguises. Seriously, Shen Yuan was going on this mission to save this village because it might have a rare demon that wasn't in his beastiary.

big action scene.

Shen Yuan began to draw the beast and even doted down the information in a column on the side. He felt Shen Qingqiu hover over his shoulder and began to break out in a cold sweat. He knew he wasn't a gifted artist, he just needed to draw them because he missed the fan-wiki page of PIDW. He just liked looking through it as a refresher for this world.

He heard Shen Qingqiu hum and prepared himself for the scathing comment.

"You're really good."

It slipped out, Shen Qingqiu scowled, but it was true. Shen Yuan was really good through this whole trip he never questioned why Shen Qingqiu went to the brothels for intel. Even seemed to agree with it and was respectable with the women it was pretty obvious that Shen Yuan wasn't interested in them that way. Helping the villagers and even knew what to say to reassure them, Shen Qingqiu only made things worse by breathing.

And his art was good and so was his calligraphy- making his own ink confused Shen Qingqiu though but alas, he wondered if maybe Shen Yuan had some talent for the four arts of Qing Jing peak.

He fantasised thoughts of having Shen Yuan as a disciple, but it ended the same as how he treat Luo Binghe.

"Hmm, thank you?" Shen Yuan spoke and noticed the other huff "Your art and calligraphy. Even your Beastiary is impressive. You should be a proud scholar."

He watched Shen Yuans stunned face, before he caught himself his face burning red and immiedietly ducked down his head his hair falling as a curtain to hide "T-Thank you Empress Shen."

No don't hide! Shen Qingqiu smirked behind his fan, who knew the worm had such a thin face?

Maybe he should get him a fan, he could paint it himself.

Luo Binghe had to smile behind his hand as he watched Shen Yuan trail behind his Shizun like a duck. How he was waiting for praise from his Shizun before his dejected look as he was shot down.

But compared to before, he realised this better than before. Usually Shen Yuan looked resentful Luo Binghe was worried he would have to do away with him for any assasination attempts.

But this looked more playful, Shen Yuan bounced back immedielty following his Shizun and chatting away while the other listened.

He knew kidnapping Shen Yuan was a good idea...

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Shen Yuan couldn't believe this was happening, the sounds of skin slapping skin, watching how his cock was disapearing into a tight hole and as he pulled back the skin tugged on almost sucking him in. Shen Yuan was moaning clutching the soft skin as he chased his own pleasure. Shen QIngqiu wanted him to be loud.

"Empress Shen? Empress Shen does it feel good?"

He couldn't believe the things coming out of his mouth. This was dialouge from a shitty stallion novel.

But it just slipped out, like second nature. Shen Qingqiu was tied down his pale arms held tightly with red rope that hung snug against his pale flesh like a caress.

Shen Qingqiu was panting, only his breaths the only sound other than the wet squelch as Shen Yuan hips thrusted forward- almost possesed.

To think their relationship became like this- Shen Yuan was ignorant he had no idea Shen Qingqiu wanted him like this-

To be used.

But Shen Yuan was a servant, it couldn't hold a candle to both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghes relationship that was love.

Maybe this- being used, with no strings attatched would make their union much sweeter in comparison.

Shen Qingqiu responded, his legs shaking and his own neglected dick leaking pre-cum.

"Hey, what if someone walked in? Imagine their shook to see Empress Shen like this- being used by a servant like some common whore."

Shen Qingqiu tightened almost gasping that time.

"How does it feel being fucked by a worm Shen Qingqiu." he spoke his name, familiary then smirked "Shen - gege?" The other did gasp that time.

"You love it, this one thinks you want to be caught," He panted his arms laying on the bed as he leaned over the Empress his hips pistoning in and out, in and out-

"You want others to see how dirty you are,"

No- wrong thing to say.

Shen Qingqiu didn't react, but his breathing hitched, and his movements stuttered.

"Maybe Luo Binghe might come in and watch." Shen Yuan tried with a slow role of his hips.

"Seeing his husband being pleasured by a pathetic worm like me. You think I'm lower than dirt but what does that make you?" He spoke but was still gauging Shen Qingqiu's reaction.

He was back to moving again now moaning, almost spurring Shen Yuan on.

"Seeing the Empress like this, you're so messy."

Messy was fine, that was okay to say.

"You're just a hole to be filled up." Shen Yuan snapped his hips going faster and purposfully missing that spot.

"Do you want to cum? You have to ask nicely..."

Shen Qingqiu scowled and Shen Yuan hummed "Fine then, be that way." Shen Yuan latched onto Shen Qingqius ass and began to thread the skin as he felt close to coming, Shen Qingqiu was sopping wet, precum dribbling down his thigh. He was so sloppy.

Shen Yuan came with a grunt still grinding his hips to empty himself in Luo Binghe's first husband.

Shen Qingqiu was panting into the sheets, his thighs shaking his cock twitching and looking painful.

Shen Yuan kissed his back "shh, Shen-Gege, I won't neglect you."

Shen Yuan moved back and grimaced when he pulled out with a tug feeling sensitive and heard Shen Qingqiu gasp.

"Y-You vile worm how fucking dare you!"

Shen Yuan flinched, he almost forgot Shen Qingqiu asked for this. He smiled, but it was all bravado. Shen Qingqiu was scary and this was close to being hot...but was also scary if he messed up- he was a virign for gods sake and here he was acting like an experienced Dom in a BDSM scene!?

Well they say fake it till you make it.

"Aw, is Shen Qingqiu feeling left out?" At least he'd read tons of hentai and Stallion novels. "Just Relax, This one will serve Empress Shen to the best of his abilities." He quipped hearing Shen Qingqiu grumble and curse him out calling him worm.

Which had Shen Yuan shiver, Shen Qingqiu had a thing for pet names, Beast for Binghe. Maybe he should call his Empress something.

Raging cat was not gonna slide.

He watched as Shen Qingqiu's hold twitched almost begging him to be filled again. But he emptied himself and watched how Shen Qingqiu was twitching, his stomach rumbling. That couldn't be good.

He carresed his thigh and raised his hand to his plump ass, he kneaded the skin then his index finger pushed into the twitching hole. He watched as his finger was sucked up and began to flex his finger as he massaged Shen Qingqiu's ass at the same time. It wasn't enough as he avoided his spot.

"Get off me- I'll kill you!"

Shen Yuan hummed, "Are you sure about that? You'll look me in the eye and remember what this one did to you- the places he's touched." He used his other hand and pressed his thumb and finger together to make a ring then pressed his hand feeling Shen Qingqiu's cock pushing through his fingers before he began to stroke him, feeling the skin on Shen Qingqius cock tug and he pulled down feeling his hand began to slicken as he began to slowly stroke Shen Qingqius cock with only two fingers tightly held around it as they stroked up and down almost milking him as he other hand began to push in and out of his ass in a rythm.

"Stop-you vile insect!" Shen Qingqiu's voice wavered and Shen Yuan knew he was doing okay.

He heard the sounds and began to brush against that spot, feeling Shen Qingiu twitch, he moved his hands faster and faster watching how Shen Qingqiu tensed.

He could edgeplay...but not for their first time...

He ripped his finger out and watched as his cum began sputtering out before he watched as Shen Qingqiu's ass gaped open then closed as his cum began to leak out making a huge mess on the bed. Shen Qingqiu cried out his hips stuttering as he came.

He collapsed and immedietly Shen Yuan stood untying the robes and pushing his Qi to soothe the man.

He began to clean up, taking a warm wet towel and wiping Shen Qingqiu down. He had already made sure his insides were fine and once the bed sheets were removed began to tuck Shen Qingqiu into bed who seemed to be in a daze.

Both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe would have a bath later.

Shen Yuan climbed into the bed and lay onto of Shen Qingqiu. After that and Shen Yuan was the little spoon, but he liked being held.

Shen Qingqiu took his hands brushing his thumb back and forth-

Oh Shen Yuan was shaking.

"Did you hate it?" Shen Qingqiu asked softly, voice bereft from judgment. "No! no I liked it..."

There was a But in there.

They had to talk about this though, Shen Yuan insisted on it. What he liked about the scene what he didn't like.

"I noticed you don't like me saying dirty."

He felt Shen Qingqiu tensed and kept talking "I don't need to know- I won't say it again...does Luo Binghe know?"

"Yes." The other said tensley and Shen Yuan relaxed "Good, now I'll know not to say it. Empress Shen-" "Shen Yuan you've fucked me. Lets drop the formalities."

Shen Yuans face burned red, Shen Qingqiu!?

"But thats not what bothered you." Shen Qingqiu stated and Shen Yuan sighed, his breath tickling the others skin.

"I don't like...using you. This 'blackmail' play is fun but I don't want to do it all the time," He pressed a soft kiss to the others chest before nuzzling him. "I want to serve Empress Shen, spoil you, treat you how you deserve." He failed to see Shen Qingqius eyes widen.

"What if I liked to be forced? Forced to submit, since I will never willingly let others touch me."

Shen Yuan spoke feeling tired and trying to stay awake, they had to talk about this if they were going to continue.

"Well bullying you is one thing. But this whole "wow a servent is fucking you," Shen Yuan made a bleh face, it was a typical rape revenge fantasy that he was not a fan off. It was not it his poison. But he was curious about the type of Hentai Shen Qingqiu wanted.

"Bullying? How would you bully me?"

"By spoiling you? You can still be tied up, but I would just try to make you sweetly ask to be fucked. Change the roles a bit,"

"How so?" "Well I would ask, what would you ask from this servent? Want me to touch you here? Suck here? Please direct this useless servant, but this one knows Empress Shen is too proud, so this one would build up the pleasure, tease you have you on the edge before your a shaking crying mess."

He felt Shen Qingqiu hands twitch, and Shen Yuan kept speaking "Or you could use me? I think theres an array or cultivation technqiue to keep someone hard, you could use me take your pleasure and leave me to deal with it myself." His own cock twitched at that. Using Shen Qingqiu then being used himself. Both were just toys to one another until Luo Binghe comes in.

He felt Shen Qingqiu suddenly adjust his position and straddled Shen Yuan who blinked confused.

"Those all sound interesting." Shen Qingqiu spoke almost considering, but his hard length against his length made it obvious how much he liked some of his ideas.

But- Shen Yuan was tired he couldn't do anything-

Shen Qingqiu huffed reading his mind "Be a good servent and let me use you." He told Shen Yuan to press his thighs together tight and Shen Yuan gasped as he felt Shen Qingqiu pushed through his cock grinding against his own length clutching his ass and he kept Shen Yuans thights together and thrusted shallowly through them.

Shen Yuan moaned his own cock giving a valiant twitch as Shen Qingqius kept pushing against at it, grinding and making a sloppy mess of his thighs chasing his release. Imagining what he could do to Shen Yuan now that he realised being tied up and used wasn't the only thing he wanted.

He'll admit, usually Binghe was strong enough to hold him down and be rough. If Shen Yuan was too scared to try some of the things he and Binghe did on the regular thats fine.

A thought of making Shen Yuan watch, watch Binghe take Shen Qingqiu apart showing how much the older wanted to be used to forget his name to enter that dreamy floaty state.

But Shen Yuan was inexperienced, it was obvious. He must of taking notes from yellow books of all things. Typical.

But Shen Yuan was a fast study and mostly open to most of Shen Qingqiu's desires.

Yes, Luo Binghe made a right choice in choosing his concubine. And with him being prepped it would make his time with Binghe easier.

He wasn't some self lubricating women so this was a big help!

Once Shen Yuan slept after staining his thighs, Shen Qingqiu left the rooms to have his back with Binghe who returned from his own wife.

Would Shen Yuan be countered as his wife?

Thinking on it he laughed at how accurate it was, he liked carriages, sweets was way too delicate and sensitive, even in bed he acted like a clingy mistress.

"What are you laughing at."

"Shen Yuan." He spoke bluntly and felt Luo Binghe hum his hands exploring the soft bruises and felt Shen Qingqius hole his fingers exploring and his blood parasites flooded to that area to make sure his first husband was uninjured.

"this master is fine, just had a silly thought." he admitted then scowled slapping Luo Binghes arm "Stop- water will go in."

He felt Luo Binghe mouth against one of Shen Yuans bruises digging his teeth in deeper, was he possesive? Wanted to have an indirect taste to Shen Yuan? Thought the other was too soft and the bruises should be deeper?

The last one Shen Qingqiu could agree. Shen Yuan was so timid. Once he realised how much Shen Qingqiu could take he probably wouldn't hold back anymore.

"Timid hmm?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded with a groan "Yes, and I won't blame inexperience. You were like a beast." He think he tore something and felt Luo Binghe's sharp grin against his skin.

He manuvered Shen Qingqiu ignored his squawking his he impaled him onto his cock, the other grunted his hands clenching and gripping Luo Binghes arm almost ripping bloody marks into his arms.

"You beast-" He cut off as Luo Binghe with no fanfare picked Shen Qingqiu up fucking him up and down on his cock, the water sloshing around and Shen Qingqiu's pants echoed around the room.

"Look at your stomach, did you reach that deep?"

With Cultivation Shen Qingqiu knew he could take this demonic cock, he glanced down his own stomach portruding and saw the cock head bump up and down his flesh expanding with each thrust, his cock twitched at the sight that something that huge was inside him.

"No- I didn't see."

He doubted it. Binghe was a monster. Luo Binghe preened but Shen Qingqiu gave a huff.

Size literally didn't matter, Shen Yuan was so close to his spot and could've pleasured him perfectly, Shen Qingqiu thought he was just bad at it.

But his fingers knew exactly where it was after he was done. But Binghe's cock went so far to the point of painful, just being full wasn't enough when that spot was further down and being ignored.

He felt the beast move faster and Shen Qingqiu felt teeth at his throat he almost blacked out, being used by Binghe was always intense. Usually Luo Binghe would massage him, slowly using creams on his body and edging him before entering him. Thanks to Shen Yuan's prep they were able to skip to the main part.

The only thing Shen Qingqiu was grateful for. Is that both he and Binghe would never tire of one another.

"...I wish you would share him. I want to see how this person pleases my first husband." Shen Qingqiu wanted to be jeleaous. But strangely enough. He liked Shen Yuan.

Outside of the bedroom he just fit with the two. He was becoming Luo Binghe's third hand almost taking over Mobei-Jun. Anyone else Shen Qingqiu would be suspicious. But he knew that his A-yuan was just stupid. He loved beasts, and liked to journey with Luo Binghe to save a nearby village to document them. He knew he loved the demons more than wanting to sneak with his husband because he always went on the intersting missions with anyone. Shang Qinghua mostly and Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu knew most would use this to curry favour. Not Shen Yuan he was excited and began to go into detail about all the demons he read about.

They didn't even have sex!?

Shen Qingqiu was fuming when he got back, much to Luo Binghe's confusion. And he saw how Shen Yuan only loved Binghe was his library. Shen Qingqiu has never felt more irritated and wrong footed but also...he knew deep down that someone like Shen Yuan could leave. He could be stationed somewhere else and Shen Qingqiu didn't want that.

Luo Binghe was always attentive and knew the thought process of his Shizun. He knew his Shizun grew attacthed to Shen Yuan just like he was attatched to Ning Yingying and Sha hualing and Liu Mingyan. His shizun accepted it.

Both knew that they didn't love, love was a fairytale and it wasn't real.

Obession. Finding something worse holding onto to benefit yourself, that they understood. Which was why they were husbands why Shen Qingqiu and Binghe were Emprorer and Empress. Both were of the same mindset, not so simple as their wives and concubines. They knew they were broken and weren't enough for a relationship which was why they had others to fill in the pieces.

They knew if they had to let them go they would. But Luo Binghe would never allow Shen Qingqiu to leave, and vice verse. It seemed unhealthy. But that obsession with each other. Knowing that the other would fall to torture to keep them there- for someone like Shen Qingqiu who wanted safety and stability latched onto this like a safety net.

And Luo Binghe's entire drive his need for revenge which then turned to ownership was what kept him reliant on his Shizun without him, he would be adrift. So would Shen Qingqiu.

Both knew they were poisnious and ruined any relaionships, take Yue QIngyuan and Ning yingying for example they ruined everything they touched and most of their drives and passions were too much- too scary for others sensitive ideals.

And yet Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu made each other better, they became more healthy working together ironically and improved their stations but also their frame of mind. They knew how to navigate one another and the mind games was what made it fun.

[Shen Qingqiu knew he could run away and Luo Binghe knew he would be too impressed to leave him be and not chase him]

But none of them would say it outloud, they understood each other. The others didn't-

Except for Shen Yuan. He looked at them and saw them. He didn't have judgment and even encouraged their relationship yet never said what they should or shouldn't be doing.

"You're still together? You obviously know something that I don't."

Not once has anyone spoken about their relationship and had respect that they knew what they were doing, and Shen Yuan almost knew their wavelengths. Almost being he was wary of Luo Binghe, sweating buckets thinking he would fall to Xin Mo for touching his husband.

It was almost funny, he saw how Luo Binghe's eyes would light up almost wanting to bully Shen Yuan.

To 'teach' him a lesson, Shen Yuan had the type of face that you couldn't help but want to tease and get a reaction from he made it so easy. And being scared? Sweating buckets but also blushing when he remembered just how he had Empress Shen the follwoing morning and pretended that nothing was wrong.

How Luo Binghe didn't pounce on him and bend him over-

Shen Qingqiu was impressed at his restraint but also disapointed...

oh that was a startling thought- he found he didn't mind Luo Binghe taking Shen Yuan. Unless he was watching or even participating.

When he invited Shen Yuan over, Shen Qingqiu didn't believe in talking it out. He gave Luo Binghe his blessing and instead sat at a table going his his correspondence with Yue Qingyuan. It was always a hassle and something he put off. Once he had a good incentive to respond would he do it in a timely manner so he could enjoy his reward later.

That would be Shen Yuan walking through the door.

And being slammed into the wall by Luo Binghe as he practically devoured his face, Shen Yuan let out a meep like a startled animal before melting into the kiss as he realised he wasn't going to die.

"Y-Your highness?" Shen Yuan spoke confused and saw Luo Binghes dark grin as he descened, Shen Yuan watched in a daze before Luo Binghe began to pull his robes back stroking his dick.

The protagonist was on his knees in front of him "Your highness!?"

Shen Qingqiu huffed "Shen Yuan, I think we are well past formalities you can call him Binghe, or beast." Shen Qingqiu sneered and heard Luo Binghes huff of amusement

[xaviers-little-star]

"And time, she moved so slow

It taxed my feeble mind."

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{ Drabble of things some bnha characters nicknames for you. Dating and just friend's as well! }

- Bakugo Katsuki-

Friend's/whatever he considers you: Aho (meaning Moron)

> He kinda has different nicknames for different classmates but this one is directly aimed at you for some reason. Maybe he has a reason for calling you this...

Dating: Aho or (in private) Cute Moron

> Since it's canon that he's likes to read romance novels, he definitely would open up more to you in private and definitely try his best to show you he's the BEST boyfriend possible. If you two were out on a date during the winter, he would take your hand and put it in his pocket while holding it. You can't really tell if it's the cold that's making his cheeks red or the fact that he's doing this in public. Just don't mention it AT ALL, otherwise he's going to blow you across the street from embarrassment.

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- Midoriya Izuku -

Friend's: Just your first name or your hero name

> bro literally only has a nickname for Katski and no one else. If you give him a nickname, he would stay up all night trying to come up with a clever one for you that fits your personality, quirk, looks, etc.

Dating: Honey, cutie, and sugar plum

> yes I know they are a bit cringe BUT I can't see him calling you baby, babe, darling, etc. To me personally it seems like he would get too flustered trying to say those names. He's more comfortable calling you those because your sweet like sugar <3

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- Todoroki Shoto -

Friend's: Literally just your last name.

> Has this man called anyone by their first name??? (Denki doesn't count because the word 'Denki' means 'electricity' in Japanese. Although I'm still not quite sure why he does? Perhaps as a joke?)

Dating: Your first name or (in private and very rarely) Darling

> mostly uses your first name because this man has zero clue what to do but has unintentional rizz. He also rarely calls you 'Darling' because when he does, he tends to get flustered and stop talking. If you want a photo of him like that, good luck getting one before he walks out the door to his own dorm to cool off. No pun intended :D (I love dad jokes)

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- Kirishima Eijiro -

Friend's: Your first name, Dude, Bro, or your hero name

> He practically thinks of everyone as his friend! If you've only talked to him for as little as a minute, he'll find a way to make you his friend. Very kind and understanding if your more introverted and will take his time to make sure your comfortable before he uses any nicknames.

Dating: My Hero, Love, Sharkie, Beautiful/Handsome, etc.

> LITERALLY THE KING AT NICKNAMES THAT WILL MAKE YOUR HEART MELT!!! He doesn't care that people know you two are dating, he's proud of it actually. "It's not very manly to hide your lover from others! You gotta show 'em that your proud to be with them!" Is what he would tell others (Katsuki) when they (he) complain(s) about him being too lovey dovey with you. Kiri doesn't care at all! He loves calling you any nickname possible, as long as your comfortable with it of course <3

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- Ida Tenya -

Friend's: Your last name

> Quite literally the same as Shoto. Wants to be respectable to you and your family name :)

Dating: My Star or My Love

> GAHHHHHHH! He is secretly such a romantic when it comes to you. "My Star, would you like some help with your chemistry? I see your struggling and I would like to help." Literally would speak so soft to you compared to everyone else and make your heart melt. He isn't very experienced in romance but he knows how to show his love through actions rather than words. (Although anything he says to you is so sweet)

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{ Sorry it's so short but that's all for now! I'll post part 2 tomorrow! I still need to think about some characters but tomorrow's post will be longer (hopefully). Feel free to send me ideas or questions for future writes and have a nice day/night!!! }

~ Jj (Xaviers-little-star)

(Song recommendation of the day:)

[decimatlas]

@htsdfferent and I are in our DnD era :D

And suddenly... an ambush broke out – over the music, the laughs, the clinking of glasses full of mead. None of them had seen it coming. Brock had been grabbed from behind – by his hair, head slammed into the bartop. It didn't take long for the rest of the party to spring into action – Eden had already slammed the full weight of her body against the culprit, sending him crashing into the wall; she holds the tip of her dagger underneath his chin, barking demands, questions at him. But the fight was not yet over – in fact, they soon found they were outnumbered. Where the hell did all of these people come from, and why were they so... angry?

Chelsea swings her axe at the assailants, and Noah has already jumped onto the counter and started releasing arrows into the crowd – perfectly aimed, of course. But that didn't mean civilians weren't screaming and running about, throwing themselves under tables and using chairs as shields.

❛ Where's the princess?! ❜ Brock shouts above the noise, though he's occupied himself – sword drawn and clashing against another's. ' I don't fucking know where that spoiled brat is! ' Ah, Eden. Ever-eloquent.

As quickly as the ambush began, it dies down. Of course – the heroes remain victorious. As soon as the tavern quiets ( a pin could drop ) – Brock scans the crowd. Then, he sees her. Princess Olympia, seated at the bar. Unscathed.

❛ Are you okay?! ❜  Brock calls out, stepping over a body, or two, to get to her. She's seated beside a rather gruff-looking man – Brock actually remembers throwing a punch at him just before. He's already back up? What is he doing with her?

It's as if he reads his mind – because the man speaks. ' Fair maiden here promised us some gold if we could take you out. Was worth a shot. ' Brock turns his head back towards the princess with great speed after hearing that response, and Princess Olympia simply gives him a sheepish grin. ' I was bored and thought it'd be good entertainment. I knew you'd win. ' And Brock simply... stares, in disbelief. ❛ You were... what? ❜  Before the princess can explain further, Eden appears, mouth full of blood – and she spits it at her. ' Oh, fuck you. '

And where are Noah and Chelsea, in all this? Noah interrupts their conversation with a shout – one of urgency, one that sent a chill down Brock's spine. So he turns and follows the sound of Noah's voice – Eden and Olympia trailing behind.

His stomach drops when he sees why Noah had called them so urgently.

Chelsea.

She holds her stomach, taking in sharp breaths and nursing a nasty wound. And as the panic sets in Brock's chest, rage bubbles in his stomach. Bored. Entertainment. Chelsea was bleeding on the floor of a shitty, dirty tavern deep in the Northern reaches of the kingdom for entertainment.

Brock drops to the floor and takes Chelsea's face in his hands. ❛ Hey. Hang in there. Okay, Chels? We'll patch you up. ❜

He moves her hair away from her sweat-coated forehead before standing back up again. Every instinct in him aches to stay by Chelsea's side, tend to her – but he has some business to take care of first.

And that business is none other than fucking Princess Olympia.

So absurd. They came all this way – put their lives on the line to save her... for this? ❛ Are you out of your fucking mind?! ❜ Brock's voice raises as he storms over to her. The tavern once again falls silent. Any chattering immediately comes to a stop. ❛ We busted our asses to get you here, and this is what you do?! ❜   If it was possible for Olympia to sink into the floor – she'd be doing that right now. Instead, she tries to seek shelter behind Eden, who shoves her right back out, in front of Brock.

❛ We should just fucking leave you here! Let you find your own way back! See how long you'd last without us! ❜  This – of course – sends Olympia into a spiral. ' I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Brock. Please forgive me. I didn't mean it... I... don't know what I was thinking. I... love you? ' Very convincing performance. Not.

❛ Oh, save it. ❜  Brock scoffs, holding a hand up. He can't believe he made everyone come all this way – risk their lives fighting – all to save... her. What the hell was he thinking? There was a time he thought he was going to marry her... for shallow reasons, albeit. And sure, she was nice to look at, but at what cost? His best friend, bleeding out on the floor?

And as soon as he's done reaming the princess ( she's crying, now, very obviously feigning remorse ) – Brock is right back on the floor, giving Noah a pat on the shoulder before he begins to fish through his bag of holding. ❛ I've got you, Chels. Lemme... clean you up. And then we'll get that wrapped up, okay? ❜ 

[angel-dust-bitch-archive]

@nohalosinhell (Arackniss)

Didn’t mean to imply what? He didn’t imply anything. Why’s he apologizing again? He turns his full attention to his brother, the stop sign and the fact that he should get moving again both momentarily forgotten. There. He said it again. Sorry. Sorry for what? That the second time in about fifteen seconds… at least the forurth time since Arackniss found him. 

You’re alone now, he thinks to himself. No one can see you. No one can hear you, and you know something’s wrong. Just use your damn words. 

Arackniss breathes in, one of his free hands once more reaching out to touch his baby brother’s upper arm. “Look at me, Tony,” he instructs softly. “Ya don’ gotta keep sayin’ that. Ya hadn’t done a damn thing wrong t’day, okay?” His eyes trail back towards the road. Right, better get going before someone else smashes into them. He taps the gas pedal, driving slowly so that he can keep his attention partially on the jumpy spider in the passenger seat. “Somethin’s eatin’ at you t’night.” He murmurs softly. “… Y’er a grown ass man, and if ya’ don’t wanna talk about it, ya don’t gotta, but… if you wanna.” Shit. He’s really not good at this. “… I know we’ve been through some shit, an’ when we fight, nobody’d think it, but… ‘m still yer big brother.” His fingers clutch into the steering wheel. “… If y’er in trouble, I’ll help ya out, okay?” 

There it was--a smaller jump this time-- but once more it was reflex. This action is programmed into him at this point--

Reacting on instinct, not knowing when touches were meant to be comforing, or meant to pull him into a false sense of security before it aimed to hurt him-- That tension again under his brother's touch... As though if he let his guard down-- he'd get hit again. It was starting to become harder for Angel to separate work from safety.

Relax, Angel--

This is real.

You're not tripping again--

This isn't another hallucination, where the moment it breaks you're gonna be back in his bed and he takes another swing at you--

This is your brother....

He reaches a trembling hand of his own to blanket the other, and starting to squeeze it until he was holding onto it firmly, like a terrified child, seeking security and protection from the monster in his closet-- Only this was within himself. And the monster in the closet was him... And Niss's hand? At that moment, was the absolute last thing holding Angel in place within the current reality-- all but begging for his big brother to keep him from getting taken away and eaten by that terrible creature consuming him inside--

Please don't leave me----!!

"Look at me, Tony."

That voice cuts through, that gentle command slowly pulling Angel back out from the trembling mess within him and back into himself calming his heart rate and all 8 eyes shifting towards it's source...

...See? Your brother... it's your brother.

His grip loosens, but he continues to hold it. He just--- needed that at this moment.

"Somethin's eatin' at you t'night."

"Heh....heh heh." A nervous laugh, "Somethin' eaten at me ev'ry night, Nissy..." He says softly, "Some nights are jus worse'an others....this one's...jus one of the worse ones, dat's all..." He says softly.

"If y'er in trouble, I'll help ya out--"

Angel's eyes widen, his hand twitched and started to warmly squeeze itself around Niss's once more. The very thought terrified him, and Alafter a few shaky breaths, he managed to shake his head.

"D-Don't--" he pauses, "Don't make promises like that Nissy...i-it's okay."

[aquidragon]

in the shroud of night [leon kennedy x reader]

good evening squad, I have prepared some DINNER!! enjoy my first publicly posted smut. Also, I’m looking for a potential BESTIE to beta-read these fics for me. DM me if interested :)) Also, this is actually aimed to be Leon a bit before/after Operation Javier but I also tried to write him to be more ambiguous to whatever arc he’s in lmao !!MINORS DNI!! Content Warning(s): graphic nsfw (smut) content, implied intoxication (everything here is consensual and both parties are fully aware), soft dom! Leon, a hint of a breeding kink, fluff, etc (let me know if I should list anything else, I’m terrible at cws) Word Count: 4017 words of pure delight --- Something about the darkness of night was inherently romantic. More than just the scandalous activities that often took place in the backs of alleyways, comfortable bedrooms, office desks, and behind closed doors across the world. The lustful dance of clashing lips and twisting tongues was not a stranger to the stars. Yes, as soon as the sun sank below the horizon, something in the atmosphere shifted into something less innocent. 

Even more, this impacted more than just human beings. In fact, it seemed that all sorts of living beings basked under the romantic shine of the moon. It was impossible to miss, especially during the hot summer months; with the croaking of frogs and the orchestra of crickets. A symphony of mating calls reverbed through the night, as well as the twinkle of fireflies darting amongst the shadowy leaves.  Yes, the nighttime was a time for the most universal sin; lust.  This time, you were also a victim to the dizzying nature of the carnal emotion as your back was pinned to the rough brick wall behind you. Lips desperately pressed against your own as your hands helplessly trailed down his shoulders, dipping onto the firm muscles of his pectorals. His own hands were in two different locations on your figure; one was tightly wrapped around your waist, as the other firmly cupped your cheek.

Your lungs burned, desperate for air as your tongue tangled with the blonde’s, grasping onto his tight black undershirt. As soon as your lips disconnected with a small pop, you gasped loudly, intaking as much oxygen as possible. This made the man chuckle, thumb lazily stroking your cheekbone. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, the slightest hint of gentle affection within his baby blue eyes. 

“It’s fine.” You pant, hands still pressed against his chest. “I just needed to breathe.” 

He tilts his head, the bangs of his 90s haircut flopping over his face. The corner of his swollen, pale rosy lips turns upwards in a smirk. Large hand moving to delicately ghost over the features of your face, fingers exploring every bump and divot of your skin. “You’re gorgeous.” 

You feel all the heat in your body seep into the space between your legs, your thighs tightening together slightly. Shyly, you advert your gaze from his intimating glowing blues, afraid of their ability to lure you in closer. You weren’t sure if it was the slightest bit of alcohol flowing through your system, or the warm hands pressed tightly against your body- you felt like you were floating. 

What had driven you to the local club with your childhood friend Claire was a mystery, perhaps, it was fate that had led you directly into the magnetizing arms of Leon Scott Kennedy. It didn’t matter to you anymore, instead, you were too enamored with the spell he had cast on you to ponder the question. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Leon asks, mint and whisky heavy on his breath as he leans closer to your face. His pointed nose brushes against yours,  the heat of his question hot against your sensitive flesh. You kept your eyes away from his intense gaze, but a guiding finger on your chin brought it back. Your name is gentle on his tongue. “I can stop, we can stop. I can take you home.” 

You shake your head, this time, your hands float up to cup his sharp cheekbones. “Leon, I want this. I want you.” You look around nervously, taking in the surroundings of the dark alleyway. All it would take is someone exiting a bar for a smoke break to see the both of you, limbs tied together intimately. “-But not here.” 

The blonde nods his head in agreement, shifting his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. “That sounds like a great idea to me, doll.” He gestures to the opposite end of the narrow street, towards the parking lot. “Let’s get out of here.” Before you could respond, his arm hooks your knees, bringing you up in a bridal carry. 

You squeal out a laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck to stabilize yourself as he carries you back to his car. You figure that Claire would figure out that you had left early with Leon, you would send her a text message as soon as you could, just in case. The government agent effortlessly took you back to his car, a sleek, black, Jaguar, that reflected the yellow street lights. 

He places you back down to your feet, reaching into his deep jeans pockets to unlock the doors. Before you can reach over and step into the passenger side, he beats you to it, a charming grin drawn across his pearly teeth. “After you.” 

Your cheeks darken, barely managing to thank him as you slide onto the leather seat. The door thumps shut beside you, and then Leon jumps into the driver’s seat on the opposite side. He winks at you as he stabs his key into the ignition. 

With shaky fingers, you fish your cellphone from your purse, quickly thumbing a message to send to your friend (whom you felt a bit bad for abandoning). Right as you press the send button, Leon’s arm on the seat behind you to reverse catches your attention. You turn your attention to him, who gives you a cheeky grin. 

You have been to Leon’s apartment before, years ago, when he first moved to Washington DC to start working as a DSO agent. Claire had called you since you were the only person (besides Chris) who lived in the city. You helped him move but hardly interacted afterward. 

Now, here you were, sitting in the passenger side of his car; heading to his apartment to relish in the atmosphere of what the night provided. The thought made your spine tremble deliciously, shooting down to your core, with just the thought of his touch. 

There weren’t any words that could cut open the heavy thickness of lustful tension in the small car. In fact, it even thickened as Leon lowered his right hand onto your thigh, giving it a delicious squeeze. You glare at him accusingly, but his eyes are focused on the road ahead, expression blank. 

Your heart pounded in anticipation. You could already tell that the agent was a massive fucking tease. A gentlemanly tease, but still a tease nonetheless. His fingers played with the rim of your dress, brushing against the warm skin that was hidden under the fabric. 

As you slowed to a stop at a red light, Leon’s ministrations intensified. His lips quirked in a devious smirk as he traced mindless patterns on your hot thigh. Arousal shot up your legs, making your clit throb impatiently as your panties dampened. 

“Leon-” you breathed a warning, but he ignored you. Your face felt like it was burning as you wished you could throw your clothes off, and lust began to bleed into every single one of your thoughts. Was this all it took for him to infect your mind? 

What could he do to you in the confines of a bedroom? 

Your thighs pressed together at the idea, your mind wandering to the events that soon approached you. This made the driver chuckle lowly, almost like a growl. “Careful now, we’re almost there, sweetheart. Don’t get too excited for me.” 

His hand slides from your leg, and back onto the black steering wheel. You feel as if you’re going to boil alive, as your blood pumps wildly to important locations. Leon Kennedy had cast his spell upon you, and you hadn’t even seen him naked. 

As soon as he parks his car, he opens the passenger door for you, Cheshire’s smile revealing his perfectly aligned teeth. You step out, shaky on your noir pumps as he guides you to his apartment. His arm is wrapped around the curve of your waist, thumb rubbing against the exposed skin on your back as you head toward the elevator up to his room. 

The murky fog of lust had followed you from the car, into the tiny, confined space of the elevator. Most of the residents of the complex were fast asleep, which meant you were alone with Leon inside the cramped metal box. He silently pressed a button to the third floor, and the box began its ascent with a loud thump.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you were once again pushed onto a flat surface. The blonde’s mouth was hot onto yours, both hands on your hips as he thoroughly made out with you. Your surprise quickly transformed into satisfaction as you melded your lips with his, knowing that it seemed your spell was working on him as well. 

You swallow deeply, heart pounding wildly against your chest, desperate to fly out. Your answer would determine how the rest of your night would go. You mimic his smile, looking up at him deviously. “I do, Agent Kennedy.”

The elevator door rumbled open following a ding, forcing Leon away from you. He offered you his hand, as he tugged you along. The hallway down to his apartment was familiar, you giggled softly, high off of lust as you reach the steel blue door that opened to his room. 

As soon as the door is unlocked, you stumble back into the vast space, bumping into the back of a plush leather couch. Leon slowly approaches you, shouldering off his leather jacket, azure eyes pinned on you like a predator. He allowed the article of clothing to fall onto the floor, he had other things to focus on. 

Your heart pounds as every nerve in your body vibrates with excitement. Your hands tighten on the dark fabric cushions of the couch, chest heaving with every breath. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the back of the couch, body pressed against the hard muscles of Leon Kennedy’s torso.

His chapped lips press against your exposed neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh, as his hands cup your back-preventing you from falling backward from your delicate perch. You let out a delighted whimper at his kisses, fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck. 

“Your skin tastes so good.” Leon purrs, pulling away from the crook of your neck to look at you. The azure of his irises was almost completely hidden, eclipsed by his blown-out pupils. “I bet the rest of you taste just as sweet, darling.” 

You melt into his touch, hands tracing the strong muscles of his back and shoulders. The firm couch backing against your ass was starting to hurt, but the sheer lust in your head brushed it off. You were gonna be sore the next morning anyway, it wouldn’t matter. 

“Leon.” You whine, hands finding their way down to the faint abdominal muscles underneath his thin shirt. “I need-”

The blonde hushes you, a finger pressed against your abused lips. “I know.” He effortlessly lifts you from the couch, and onto his shoulder. The angle allows you to admire the curve of his back, and delicious-looking ass. 

A loud squeal escapes your lips as Leon swats a quick slap to your ass. The tight cocktail dress you were wearing started to ride up your hips, revealing a bit of your plump flesh. He sets you back onto your feet, lips peeled in a dangerous, devious smile.

“Do you like games, Y/N?” He growls playfully. 

Leon lets out a delighted hum, reaching out to caress your jaw, thumb ghosting over your tender lips. “Run.” He orders, eyes darkened like a starving animal. 

Without needing to be told twice, you sprint off, unable to contain your excitement as you prance away from him. You hear his footsteps behind you, close on your heels. You figured he could’ve easily overtaken you, but what would be the fun in that? You sprint down the pitch-black hallway, vaguely remembering the layout of his apartment. You sharply turn a corner into his bedroom, grinning wildly. Right as you’re close enough to his King sized bed, Leon pounces on you.

He pins you to the plush mattress, both of your hands trapped under his grip. You both laugh breathlessly before he leans down to kiss you again. You whimper in his mouth as his knee brushes against your sensitive, still-clothed, core. “Thank you for playing with me, gorgeous, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting your needs.” 

Leon sits up, perched on his haunches, inspecting you from head to toe. “Go on, strip for me, I want to see all of you.” He cooed. 

You almost scream in relief, finally able to peel off the abrasive fabric against your burning skin. Slowly, seductively, you pull down the straps from your shoulders. Then, you shimmy out of the rest of the figure-hugging dress. Your naked figure was almost completely exposed to the man before you, now just left in a lacy pair of panties. 

Right as your fingers go under the waistband of your underwear, preparing to tear it off, Leon stops you. His head lowers to your throbbing center, hooking the elastic rim of the garment with his upper teeth. You watch, mouth gaping as he pulls your panties down the length of your legs with his teeth. 

He looks exceedingly sexy with the damp fabric dangling from his teeth, looking down at you smugly. You feel totally vulnerable underneath his gaze, thighs rubbing against each other in a feeble attempt to soothe the desperate need for friction. The handsome blonde notices this, and drops the garment from his mouth. 

“You’re so wet.” He mumbles darkly, as a long finger traces the length of your cunt. Your juices coat his digit as he teasingly circles it over your clit. You let out a desperate moan at his touch, toes curling slightly at the new sensation. 

“I- “Shhhhhh,” Leon leans over your body to put a hand over your lips. “I got you now, just lay back and relax, love.” He studies your heated face with a lustful gaze. “I’m going to be all you think about for days when I’m done with you.” 

The man hums against your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your entire nervous system in waves. You gasp, before it quickly turns into a loud moan. Your head throws back, as your body shakes in uncontrollable spasms. White stars spark in your vision as a tsunami of pure bliss washes over you.

You let out a breathless moan, muffled against his calloused palm, still pressed against your mouth. The agent moves his fingers, thumb rubbing slow circles over your sensitive clit, while his pointer finger begins to sink inside you. This elicits a gasp from you, and the hand silencing your noises moves away. 

“You’re so soaked.” Leon grunts, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. “You want me that badly? Sweetheart, how long have you wanted me to touch you like this?” He peppers sloppy kisses along your jaw, stopping to press another one on your lips. “Speak up, doll.” 

“Since I, ah, met you.” You gasp, arching your back slightly as he adds his middle finger inside you. Stretching you out just a little bit more, curling his fingers.

He lets out a delighted chuckle, a genuine smile stretching across his cheeks. “Oh? Since you met me?” His breath is hot on your face. “When you helped me move in four years ago? It’s been that long? Poor thing.” 

You choke out a moan as he adds his ring finger inside you, pumping them steadily. “I’ve wanted you too.” Leon breathes against your ear, tickling the sensitive hairs on your neck. “Ever since I’ve laid eyes on you, Y/N, I’ve wanted you for myself.” 

You cry out loudly, as his lithe fingers brush against your G-Spot, rubbing the sensitive spot deliciously. As he lifts his head from your ear, his soft blonde hair tickles your cheek, elating a whimper. His pace increases, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as his thumb continues to rub circles around your clit. 

Your hips lift from the mattress, moaning out his name loudly, feeling the small pressure band in your lower stomach begin to tighten. “I’m- I’m gonna-” you throw your head back with a pleasured moan. “God” 

“Do you want to cum, sweetheart? Is that what you want?” Leon purrs, looking down at you, azure eyes burning the sight into his memories. “Do you want to cum all over my fingers?” 

You pant heavily, nodding rapidly as you struggle to find your words. The blonde grins, lowering his lips to suckle on one of your perky nipples. You squeal out in lustful delight as his teeth gently graze against the sensitive bud, dragging his tongue across the pebbled surface. 

“F-Fuck,” you breathe hotly, feeling your core continue to tighten. “Leon, that feels, hah, so good.” 

With a deep grunt, he pushes himself inside you, eliciting moans from both of you. Slowly, inching deeper into your soaking wet pussy as he basks in your warmth. “You’re so tight, so warm, so perfect.” He moans, shamelessly praising you. “All mine.”

As you ride out the high of your orgasm, Leon slips his fingers from your pulsing pussy. He observes the glistening juices on his hand, which was barely illuminated from the full moon peeking outside the window. He catches you staring at him, and smiles sultrily at you. Wordlessly, he slips the fingers in his mouth, noisily tasting you on his hand. 

You almost moan at the arousing sight, but you’re silenced by him shifting your positions. You were dragged toward him, head sliding off the pillow and your hips flush against his clothed bulge.

His cock was straining against the fabric of his tight jeans, desperate for freedom. You scramble up, kneeling in front of him, and began to undo his belt. Leon gently keeps a hand on the back of your head as you fumble with the belt buckle, softly praising you once you slide the leather strip from the belt loops. 

Before you can undo the buttons of his trousers, his free hand is already on them. Effortlessly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper with a single hand. The bulge of his black boxers peeks through his fly. “Go on, doll, take them off.” He urges a bit breathlessly. 

“Of course, agent.” You tease with a small smirk of your own. You delicately hook the waistbands of both garments in your fingers, before yanking the articles of clothing down to his bent knees. The abrupt motion allowed his dick to spring free, inches away from your face. 

His cock looked like it had been sculpted by Adonis himself, perfectly curved upwards. Pulsating veins wrapped his dick like decorative vines. Leading up to the pink tip of his penis, slick with pre-cum, leaking with anticipation. The sight made your mouth water, as another wave of electrifying heat sunk into your wet cunt. 

“You see what you do to me?” Leon asked, stroking your hair gently. “I want you so badly.” He gently shoves you back toward the push pillow, crawling up to you, and positioning himself between your open legs.

“Now, you need to tell me something before we proceed.” He whispers gently, looking down at you. “I’m clean of any STDs, do you need protection? I have condoms in my nightstand.” His voice is low, rumbling from his chest. 

You stumble over your words, opening and closing your mouth before settling on an answer. “N-No, I’m on Birth Control. Please just fuck me, Leon Kennedy.” 

Leon laughs deeply, rubbing his cockhead against your hot entrance. “You want me raw? Such an eager girl, such a slut.” He kisses your temple, “my slut.” 

You whimper slightly at his words, wrapping your legs around his waist. His dick is definitely girthier than his fingers, making your hole stretch delightfully around him. Your hands tremble as they move to tug at the ends of his skintight shirt, urging for to take it off. 

Wordlessly, Leon obeys your silent request, lifting his shirt off of him while still inside you. He carelessly tosses the fabric aside, leaning forward to press his body against yours. His muscular body is warm against yours, damp with a fine layer of sweat, melting against you.

Cautiously, he begins to thrust his hips against yours, dick stretching your plush walls. You both moan at the sensation, which sounded like the perfect symphony to your ears. Leon’s moans are desperate and loud. His breaths are heavy between each delightful moan from his chest, not afraid to hide them from you. 

“You’re beautiful.” Leon praises, eyes blown out with lust and unbridled affection. 

You manage to smile at him, hands tracing his bare shoulders. “You’re quite beautiful yourself, Leon.” Your sentence trails out with a whimper as one of his hands lowers down to brush against your clit. 

His thrusts inside you intensify, kissing your lips sloppily. He grunts into your mouth, fingers circling your clit in a quick motion. You arch your back against him, pushing his cock deeper inside you, the tip brushing against your cervix with a delightful sting. 

Teeth clacking together, you tighten your grip on his shoulders, as well as around his waist. The sensation of his dick deep inside you as well as fingers on your clit were almost too much, making you cry out into his mouth. 

Leon breaks the kiss briefly, only to moan your name delightfully against your sweaty forehead. “You feel so good, God, where do you want me?” He pants breathlessly, pace becoming a bit wild. 

Without hesitation, you cry out as he drills into you, clinging to his back. “Inside me! Leon! I want you to cum inside me!” You throw your head back, as another orgasm begins to sneak up on you.

This makes the blonde chuckle breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours. “You want me to fill you up doll? Make you mine once and for all?” He exhales heavily, struggling to restrain himself. “Is that what you want?” 

“Fuck! Yes! Leon!” You shriek back with orgasmic pleasure, legs trembling violently against his pelvis. “Please!”

With a loud, lustful moan, Leon bottoms out deep against your cervix. Hot cum pulsates deep within your womb as he ensures that he coats your gummy walls with each drop. His head dips back, enjoying the bliss of orgasm as he empties out inside you. 

After a few moments, he pulls out of you with a satisfying squelching noise, a dazed smile on his face as he sees white cum leaking out of your used cunt.

Something about testosterone-driven hormones made his chest swell up in pride at the sight as if it assured that you were completely his. Wordlessly, he climbs out of his bed and rushes to the bathroom nearby. Within moments, he’s back between your legs, with a warm, wet rag. 

The feeling of the texture against your sensitive labia makes you jump slightly, overwhelmed with overstimulation. “Shhhh it’s alright, I’m just cleaning you up,” Leon whispers gently, making sure that you were cleaned of your shared juices before tossing the rag onto the floor. 

He’d worry about that later, you were the priority at the moment anyway. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” The blonde asks gently, baby blue eyes soft with worry. This makes you smile, reaching over to rub his cheekbone affectionately.

“I’m better than alright Leon, I promise. You?” You breathe out, watching as the man visibly relaxes his shoulders. 

“I’m amazing, thanks for asking, doll.” He presses a kiss to your hairline. “Do you want me to take you home?” The agent’s voice is sweet, as he gently traces soothing patterns into your burning shoulder.

You shake your head, turning your body to be parallel to his. “Can I stay here for tonight?” You ask hopefully, making Leon grin.

“Of course.” 

His pale lips brush press against your cheek as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You can stay as long as you like.”  ---

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

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thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

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…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

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“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself