#this is very messy so it’s probably not clear but his cutie mark is a Ψ engulfed in fire

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

used to wonder what friendship could be

[sugar-petals]

Baekhyun Doms You: Ending Up Laughing

↳⎡NOTE.⎦thought this’d be an interesting concept & a different side to smut: what if you try things out and it’s both not your thing? w/ a humorous twist and subby bf moments sprinkled in 😄

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+ tags ⚠️ pwp hc, bondage, throatfucking, graphic, cum play, unsafe/clumsy practice: do not recreate, degradation, biting, masochist bbh, domme!reader switches unsuccessfully, whips, hair-pulling

imagine that. a wide-eyed baekhyun pacing and tiptoeing in front of your toy shelf, trying to pick a riding crop he fancies. it takes five minutes and several ‘uhh, ohh’ confused puppy noises until he’s able to decide which one he’s taking. 

...literally even if he knows exactly which one does what. you’ve used all of them on him. 

meanwhile, you take three seconds flat to pull out one that fits your mood and proceed to edge the living shit out of him. yes, without literal further ado. teasing his dick and marking his thighs and doing all kinds of delicious things. 

he’s still going back and forth in his head without having even started out. cutely tapping and swaying from one foot to the other. 

it’s like he’s back to school. priceless.

what’s even more hilarious: baekhyun practices random mean facial expressions while trying to decide. he doesn’t seem to be sure what character he’s going for. it feels like he’s rehearsing for a concert or photoshoot, even. absolutely fascinating to watch. 

i mean he’s absolutely photogenic no doubt about that but

you’re sitting on the bed waiting naked like okay is this gonna be william shakespeare deluxe or what is kyoong channelling over there

“um... i think i got it! this one, okay? i’m ready!”

finally he walks over, strutting with his nose in the air and his eyes glaring, muscles tense, a mysterious bad boy charm about him, whip ready to sting, lips tight and punitive...

....and hits his pinky toe on the bed

oh the pain

great master baekhyun flops headfirst into the sheets processing the existential cruelty of bedpost pinewood and needs head pats to recover

lots of head pats

at least twenty of them

so many head pats

more time passes until kyoong is back in character i guess

you probably could have listened to exo’s whole discography in the meantime

and knitted a rug for taemin’s new flat

anyway

baekhyun tries to act very confidently finally getting into it 

adopting a sharp ‘hmph’ kind of tone 

endlessly teasing your back and thighs with the riding crop

so far so good sir pinky toe

but he just goes on and on

you could actually crochet a pair of socks for chen’s daughter now that you think about it

it’s you who has to tell him to get to the point and it’s clear he’s more nervous than he pretends to show

to be fair he’s not the only one

you try to get yourself mentally ready but you find yourself giving him actual orders and even correcting his stance five times cuz he’s so wobbly on the mattress like a pupper indeed

baekhyun mumbles to himself and has a hard time fully implementing the advice on posture but tries to aim well regardless. it seems to work at first

but tragically

he ends up with a miss, hitting his own thigh rather than your ass and moans out loud

now you’re the one confused because you were waiting for the whip to come down

but nope it went elsewhere did it

you wonder how he managed to do all that furious fencing in the obsession mv with an aim like that

looks like he’s so submissive, he straight up whips himself

taking matters into his own hands is he. subs these days.

baekhyun keeps on being wobbly on the bed and looks like he ran a marathon already

may i remind you that this guy does 3-hour long concerts and can practice throughout an entire night

... you both agree to immediately scratch that completely after his next flailing strike sends the riding crop flying into his unsuspecting, non-consenting plushie collection

animal cruelty

moving on

you figure that a change of location might be a good idea

baekhyun sits you down on a chair and bashfully stores away the yeeted whip

he vows to never use a riding crop again already and his teddy bears are thankful for it

now the whole plushie village and whole china knows how you don’t do it

next up is rope

what could possibly go wrong

he practiced wrist bondage on his own ankles for five days straight, you really prepared a lot of things to test out together today 

and he’s seen you tie him up over and over and over

but whatever it is that he manages to install on your arms 

looks like a piece of very experimental modern art that just sold for half a million at sotheby’s

what’s supposed to be a column tie is nothing but a mere... ball

chaotic like baekhyun’s personality. not surprising at all

wait that rhymed

anyhow

even alexander the great couldn’t have cut this gordian knot of a tangly masterpiece

ironically: while baekhyun’s roughly grabbing your chin for an intense kiss... the rope casually falls apart harder than the soviet union in 1991 my loves, you ain’t ready

baekhyun takes ages to notice while he’s teasing and kissing you and ends up sweating bullets when he realizes that the sublime art fell to pieces.

sorry comrade 

the fantasy knots and artistic freedom increases even more when it comes to putting a collar and leash on you

and his guy is supposed to be a dog owner? mongryong, instruct your man

baekhyun is a flustered mess trying to fasten it on you even if he tries very hard to be concentrated

maybe it’s because you’re watching him with literal hawk eyes checking every move (...hoping he learned something from you oh my). you’re not really melting into your role either, huh. the only thing melting is your pussy because baekhyun is acting so embarrassed which is the actual turn-on

if that doesn’t give you away

the leash comes off in two minutes time after baekhyun miraculously ties his own hands together with it

how the fuck did that happen

how do you even manage to do that

eager are we

after whipping his own thigh, self-domination 2.0 i guess

so whipping and bondage are off the programme 

this has been the most chaotic and hazardous attempt at topping in the history of sm entertainment

and they’re literally called s and m

...humiliation is next

when you planned your session you both figured hey he’s tested and tried by exo’s lively debate culture and he might be able to pull that off

and there are no props involved so he’ll have an easy time right

life is an illusion

you find out he can’t pronounce degrading names clearly because he keeps on stuttering them. which in return makes baekhyun crack up. 

carrying on the joke, you correct him every time. 

“i want you to repeat after me: stupid, slutty, bitch.”

it ends up as you doing what you always do 

teaching and training him while baekhyun either shyly or brattily obliges. you don’t even notice how you’re doing it but from the outside, it’s blatantly obvious.

because your brain is still feeling in domme mode, you also find yourself saying the usual things to him without thinking, even when he grabs you and gives orders. “now bend over! i’m gonna fuck your brains out.” — “okay, cutie!” 

which causes baekhyun’s mean face to collapse and he snap out of his command tone immediately, snorting because it’s the last thing he expected

he tries to carry on by punishing you with an actual mouth gag and a harness he can hold onto while fucking you from behind, i mean your pussy is already wet why not

guess what’s gonna ensue

wearing a harness feels kind of strange and new so you wiggle back and forth and all over the place. like what is this, what’s happening. baekhyun’s dick is going into all kinds of directions my friends, the amusement park carousel surely inspired this fucking style right here. 

and wearing a gag — there’s a way different person who needs to have this in his chatty mouth. 

kai and kyungsoo’s dream would come true and yet you’re the one gagged 

something ain’t right

if you’re honest. you’re feeling so weird being on the other end of punishment tonight and not being able to give him any directions. your dom brain is worrying he’s all left to his own devices trying to drive that confused dick home left and right and above and below and diagonal and crosswise. 

the fuck

your poor guts my god

what’s worse: his stamina is gonna sneak up behind him and tap on his shoulder like... bro that’s enough pounding for a whole month please spare these balls from deflating please do not break this device

to which your pussy agrees in unison

how are you gonna love your bub day in day out if you’re that sore

there’s nothing more frustrating than being sore and horny with byun baekhyun at your disposal

or a knocked out boyfriend trying to generate at least a sprinkle of semen after getting completely emptied in one go

probably sleeping for three days straight

alright so the harness and gag come off fast oh dear baekhyun clears those away in a heartbeat

that’s another point off the list 

the more you know

carousel cringe dicking down type of dominance... bizarre, disorderly, totally erratic, not on the agenda, worst rated on bing 

comrade baekhyun keeps on apologizing for making things so messy even if he tries and tries

you’re both so puzzled because you’re used to something so different and need a water chugging pause

baekhyun hasn’t sweated this hard since doing the MAMA choreography

and your pussy has never had to provide this much lubrication at once

where on earth is both of your usual stamina what happened

if a type of sex exhausts you fast and even baekhyun’s balls are suddenly moody you just know you’re wired in the opposite way

safe to say you’re better at giving and baekhyun is better at taking

leave the multidirectional powerfucking to kai or something

and being orderly to xiumin

another rug could have been knitted my friends 

moving on dot org

so, you both figure to take it easier and try to go with something he usually does in passing. you know, turning a typical baekhyun habit into something you can try out casually in bed so he can tease you.

that one should work out right?

proceed: teeth action. you seated, him positioning himself above you. after your approval baekhyun pulls your hair back to expose your neck — so he can deliciously bite into it (or so was the plan). 

reality: his hand gets tangled up completely. 

while he’s busy nibbling and giggling about like a lil’ bunny chomping at a carrot that turns out to be extremely ticklish herself. 

in fact, you start squeaking out a wonky high pitch, startling baekhyun’s fine musical ear to the bone by the obvious atonality. did she just try to outsing my vocal range with a creaking whistle note? 

mariah carey would cancel you on twitter over this one

that’s how you turn a vicious, possessive bite into an eternal meme

every time either of you go for a neck kiss, you end up imitating each other. baekhyun has immortalized himself as a nervous chomping bunny and you as the vocalist anti-christ

lord have mercy

you miss your old sex life already and it’s only been two hours

cause you see... if baekhyun gives you the chance to bite him? he needs a set of long sleeves, scarves, and an extra soft pillow to sit down on for the next two days

like, no mercy bitch

you get right down to business and ravage him and do it properly until he cums in his pants

sure, the way he uses his tongue now is definitely kinda hot mind you

baekhyun is always good with his singing equipment that doesn’t suddenly change aye

and you keep your eyes closed

but with time you notice that he starts drooling and whimpering. baekhyun’s wet mouth is out there betraying him, huh.

same with your body. your reactions give you away, body language just won’t lie. you have a damn hard time staying still. you wanna do something, you wanna touch and guide baekhyun all over.

and vice versa baekhyun keeps on glitching and doing the same thing he really became a living tumblr gif now

this whole session is just so confusing and laced with all these moments of awkwardness it’s really telling you something about yourself and mister pinky toe’s ideal dynamic

baekhyun can’t even get himself to even lightly slap you properly. and when he does, his delicate hands are just so cute. it’s as if legolas came along, scented in jasmine, elegant and fabulous like it’s a l’oreal commercial

he immediately looks concerned after he manages to do it cleanly and you admit it wasn’t really that exciting a feeling yourself. it felt more like, “um ouch, and?”

needless to say, you’re weirded out if anything, baekhyun smacking and dragging you around as a cold-as-ice dom is just a strange thing to do for both of you 

like even exo’s wolf era fashion was more coherent than this carrot fuckery

and those were some of the most intense turtlenecks ever 

is there really nothing dominant baekhyun can pull off. come on he’s the genius idol 

actually 

there’s something that does work out for once

because no rule without exceptions indeed

because hey, you can learn something anyway, it’s the whole point of you going through a list of things to try as a couple

baekhyun is good at doing the more hardcore, faster kind of fingering. who would have thought, totally surprising, revolutionary i know. but that’s where you’re both agreeing hey, there’s some untapped potential you can use for the steamier evenings you have going. 

cuz wow, he can get you off with flying colors. 

...only to succumb to a malfunctioning bobohu wrist 

even baekhyun’s boner for your legs in latex isn’t that stiff

it’s another pause until his hand loosens up again

this poor man just can’t win

and if you’re asking oi hard domming isn’t the only thing you can do

baekhyun trying to summon his inner soft dom: surprise, same old tale. here we go again.

your boyfriend thinks he generally looks way too puppy-like to be your big ole buff daddy taking care of you. oversized sweater, fluffy hair and all. 

you say to him well, it’s not that doms can’t wear casual things. but it’s true that you have to feel your role and find yourself believable. regardless of your looks, in fact. 

unless your partner really enjoys you dressing up as some kind of dominant hyper-archetype? looking the part is relatively unimportant if you’re absolutely made for dominance you say

pretty eye-opening moment for him

in your roleplay, he caresses and kisses you to the point, he can approach and lead you to do this or that position, don’t be mistaken. and he’s good at making presents, he’s indulging you perfectly well and actually likes doing it. but... it still ends up being more vanilla than not a few hours in. the d/s is out the door almost automatically the longer you do it.

at the end, it leaves you with a feeling of “but err, what now? give the maid outfit to charity?” 

baekhyun rubs his neck in search for something else to do, both of you staring at each other with expressions blanker than kyungsoo when a prancing chanyeol is acting up.

how did the quote go again. if you scramble for inspiration, let it be?

it’s exactly that situation when baekhyun soft doms. he can hold you tight and do his thing for a while, but the chemistry of your roles is dwindling into a question mark.

in fact. there’s an uneasy silence as if great mother suho was sitting right beside you critiquing baekhyun’s sugar daddy skills

baekhyun is rich like a motherfucker and can’t even call you ‘my innocent lil’ baby girl’ without looking like he just learned a first grade tonguetwister by heart

you did play your parts with less cracking up, but you clearly tell him that there’s still something strangely clueless and “ah, awkward” (baekhyun’s verdict in response, verbatim) in between the two of you. 

when you take care of baekhyun and tuck him in, you hardly run out of ideas. it just goes on and on. even when you played through an entire scene, you both come up with things to extend the scenario because it’s so much fun. you make him a hot chocolate, massage his feet, brush his hair, do some extra light bondage with a silk ribbon around his ankles to make him feel pretty, feed him pizza, have him cuddle up in your lap, pinch his ass, and do some rimming if he’s feeling a bit hornier. 

the spoiling is nice at the start, but there’s something missing. you want to lead his hands and really treat him, and do it all the time, and baekhyun really finds himself craving it as well. 

baekhyun soft domming quickly turns into — well just normal loving makeouts and gestures. you kiss and touch, there’s nothing hierarchical about it, nothing mega juicy or exciting.

you just don’t get into the groove, you know. there’s nothing particular happening if you try to get into those roles. it doesn’t titillate both of you for an extended period of time, it doesn’t make you curious for more. it’s like... shrug. what about it. 

when you usually dominate, you know something hits home when you think about it all day. baekhyun screaming and crying with his legs twitching pops up whenever you close your freaking eyes goddamn.

you make a note to observe whether you’re going about your daily business thinking about how you could be his innocent good girl. following his every whim, making big eyes at him or something. 

result: more shaky, ruined baekhyun moaning his soul out in the highest of notes and leaking cum everywhere from getting choked and his face sat on. 

daddy baekhyun has simply not crossed your mind. in fact, poor guy no chance to fit in there from the get-go. his particularly whorish, extra subby counterpart is all over your brain cells with his tongue out. and you’re very tempted to grab it between your thumb and index and spit in his mouth for some very good measure. maybe cum in it as well.

um. so there’s that. the more you know.

baekhyun figures as much himself and you try the other side of the equation. oh, oh. here comes hard dom baekhyun.

who gets you on your knees and starts a wild deepthroat session while calling you names. that’s all well and good... nope. your gag reflex decides to yeet some weird coughing facial expressions and reflex cock bites at poor baekhyun who doesn’t know what’s happening. to finish him off completely, you sneeze while having a hiccup and his dick slips out. 

... you both safeword at the same time.

that cleanup has scarred you both for life. what the everloving fuck. no more impulse throatfucking in this pure christian household, then. 

you’ll stick to lazy, twirling, indulgent blowjobs and the usual ruined orgasms for him — the actually planned ones, jesus christ.

like seriously. you invented a whole new language with those confused gargling noises and that wasn’t french, it was advanced level klingon. baekhyun repeats asking if you’re okay and you’re still stuck realizing oh hell, that was not pretty. off the bucket list, you like sucking him off but this style just doesn’t come natural to you. 

the popsicles you could train yourself with are usually gone from the freezer within a day after getting the groceries. baekhyun is wholeheartedly addicted to them. 

he loves cheating on his diet since you told him his fully cheeks are your emotional support squish and kiss pillows, so.

baekhyun rightfully insists he’s better at eating pussy the wild way in the first place — and that you have no business choking on his dick like you’re on hot ones eating the world’s spiciest whatever is trending now.

or actually... baekhyun’s dick can’t be compared to a chili pepper if we’re doing a choking analogy alright. that just doesn’t fit his promotion concept. cinnamon stick is more like it.

ever saw one of these terrible cinnamon spoon videos where reckless people try to defeat god by— anyway, you’ve seen them. that’s how you looked like trying to get your mouth fucked. i think god would actually be defeated by how far away from divine elegance that was and you’re so sorry for subjecting baekhyun to this artless display. 

cinnamon is still best used in small doses. say, for garnishing a creamy cake or pie y’know. 

anyway. you dished up the most butchered attempt at sexy gagging in history and so, baekhyun will preach for days how he’s the one chosen by fate to push down seven big fat inches of your strap still half asleep without even blinking. 

... and that his world-class operatic breath control would probably enable him to bury his face in your pussy on mount everest. baekhyun knows that every domme would sell her soul to get a sub as skilled with breathing as him.

...and that he has the official copyright for giving quality slobbery oral with quality smudged tears. as he will demonstrate to you almost daily from then on. king of messy head and going stupid with the tongue acrobatics. ugh, the noises are amazing, too. give him a grammy for his oral sounds.

gotta leave the heavy-duty work to the experts innit.

at dinner, he also poutingly brags how he can make his spit run out of his nose while he’s sucking himself through your entire dildo collection. and blow spit bubbles. and snort his own semen off his thighs and let it drop off his tongue if he’s in a particularly slutty mood. or a creampie. jeez, baekhyun, the wolf of wallstreet is strong in him. you literally have to stop him from showing off because “hey boy, i already know! i’ve seen it last week bro it was good!”

needless to say he’s talking in essays all day because he wants things go back to normal and he doesn’t have to ask twice.

for real, your candy man with the cinnamon stick has been suffering from the love bites and has to retire his cock for two days from the bruising. 

mind you. the pain he can deal with. that ain’t the problem. by all means, man. he’s a fucking masochist. 

it’s actually more like... submissive you has deactivated his boner and he can’t help it. it’s not you that makes him limp, it’s more like, the klingon choking and the ton of mishaps that just don’t sit right. 

baekhyun feels bad about not doing well enough to make both of you have a good time as well which is lowkey heartbreaking. you have to cheer him up with ‘now repeat after me: stupid, slutty bitch’ jokes to make him chuckle at least a bit.

cuz you gotta understand, baekhyun is very ambitious to develop his talents in all areas of life. if there’s a skill he gets stuck with and he can’t work with his potential, that’s so unusual to him.

and you say man, imagine if you were some kind of uber-talented dom. that’d still not make me sneeze any less.

if you dominate him, it feels easy to do. nothing can really ruin the mood, not even when the lube runs out (baekhyun drools enough to make anything slippery okay). 

except maybe when xiumin rings on landline because he left his favorite fluffy sweater in the subway and needs to vent about it. my god that’s such a tear-jerking story i’m close to sobbing. this shit could kill literally any boner.

or when your hand cramps up after shoving your fingers down his throat and in his ass for like half an hour which should be ranked first as the saddest anime betrayal of all time but it’s justifiable and you had a lot of fun beforehand.

in other words. only the things outside of your control tend to mess with your femdom business. in and of itself, nothing can kill your vibe except a dying battery obviously. 

whereas you trying submission oddly spoils the atmosphere from the inside out and provides a free cringe compilation. like without even doing much, it happens automatically. 

baekhyun relishes in dramatically recounting how you both looked like true clowns attempting a rendition of overexpensive, extra tangly contemporary art bondage. hell, not even employed clowns, completely retired ones, struggling to regain their tightrope tricks from summer 1912 when harry houdini was still hot shit in town. 

you say oh god, that wasn’t even worth a retired clown’s skillset, clowns work damn hard man. you’d be hardpressed to find any circus artist capable of cracking a whip onto themselves baekhyun-style and moaning out loud because it was this good. seriously. that was one for the books.

if baekhyun tried to set foot in some willy-nilly maledom porn, he’d be capable of firing himself on the first day. 

at the end, you just have a good laugh, man. you agree — hey, this ain’t it, but it’s good to know at least. tried and tested, been there, done that. self-whipping and carrot-nibbling and blowjob hiccups.

if you’re both so hopeless and living up to the challenge managed to upset poor mariah carey instead of giving you a hot and steamy time, you very well know where you belong. that’s a good feeling. assuring and a confidence boost for your skills. it makes up for all the clumsiness actually. 

exactly because the try-out part was an entire disaster, domming baekhyun will be even more fun, you can’t see it becoming anywhere near boring. it never really was, but now you know where your strong suits are even more so. and — what to avoid, anyway. 

no more unsafe practice and teddy whipping under this roof my friend

and something to incorporate more often which is baekhyun unleashing his very creative, pianoesque fingering skills on you.

you have lots of anecdotes to rile each other up as well. or, at least, tease another a bit. your high note was too legendary not to be remembered.

baekhyun will use all of these things against you in a positive way if you get what i mean. he’ll say how you being so strangely vocal made him realize just how commanding and compelling your sexy time voice is when you tell him how to kneel, how to kiss, how to revere.

and you teasing him how clumsy a dom he is makes baekhyun more self-assured in his subbing abilities. he knows for a fact you’ve not once roasted him about how well he can use his pretty mouth. cuz it’s the real deal. sloppy, skilled, and eager to please. he’s damn right about that.

hitting his toes has ruined baekhyun’s whole career as a dom and he was mad at first but he did realize that beside the clumsiness, subbing just suits him well as a principle

your experience gives you even more anticipation for all the sex you will have in the future. 

you already knew what you both liked. you know it even more now, it’s underlined, it’s a big relieved yes. no more cringey “daddy, daddy, choke me please!” worship. time to make his day and sit on baekhyun’s perfect face to fuck the shit out of it. 

or you know, actually land a whip on his juicy boyfriend thighs and listen to those heavenly loud reactions in a dead-on pitch (he usually moans in C minor).

long story short and cinnamon sticks aside. it’s even more fun now. you just love your cute subby boy just as he is. he doesn’t have to try to be anything else or step up his game. he’s so ideal just doing what he does like a real angel.

more subby stuff: m.list + ao3

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[bts-hyperfixation]

Backslide

Here you go! Jeon Jungkook - classic exes at a party. Long black haired JJK because he is still not paying rent in my head. Smut and angst

It’s the first party you’ve been able to make it to in months. One thing after another got in the way, and you were more than ready to get absolutely wasted and make a few mistakes with a stranger or two. Work had finally calmed down, you had the weekend off, and more importantly your ex was out of town so there were no chances of bumping into him.

By the time your friends arrive to pick you up, you look bomb. Hair is styled, makeup is an inch thick, and your jeans hug your bum in just the right way. Confidence through the roof, you grab a bottle of alcohol from the cupboard and head out the door. The party is in full swing when you arrive. It’s difficult to find the host through the crowd, so you don’t bother instead opting to make a beeline for the kitchen. There are always hot guys in the kitchen at a party. You grab a cup, pour a drink, and wait, eyeing up potential suitors as they milled around the area. It isn’t long until you stop your first target of the evening. Six foot tall and clearly a little lost. You make your way over to the confused boy, reaching for his arm to initiate contact.

“Hi there handsome, how you doing?” he stuttered a little at your obvious advance. You smirk at him, he was adorable. You were going to eat him alive. “I’m Y/N, have you got a name cutie?” he takes a large swig of his drink and builds his courage.

“I’m Soobin.” He glances at the hand you have on his arm and gulps a little, clearly not drunk enough to have let go of his inhibitions just yet.

“Want to get another drink, Soobin.” You emphasize his name like it’s the most important word you have ever said. He blushes and hides away from the scrutiny of too much eye contact.

“Yeah… sure what are you...” he starts but is rudely interrupted

“Leave the poor boy alone Y/N. He isn’t ready for a girl like you.” You roll your eyes as your ex muscles his way into your conversation. Jungkook always did have the worst timing.

“Aren’t’ you supposed to be out of town Jeon?” the distain is evident in your voice. He just chuckles and sways a little closer to you.

“Ouch last name basis, that really hurts.” He pouts and acts as if you’ve shot him in the heart. When he sees you are unamused he shrugs “Plans changed, Jimin thought we could have some fun here instead, looks like he was right.” His eyes rake down your form fitting attire. You just glare back, wondering if you stare hard enough, he will just explode. Soobin cleared his throat.

“Y/N it was nice meeting you, I think I’m going to disappear.” He does an awkward half wave and ducks into the next room.

“What did you have to go and do that for, he and I could’ve had something.” You turn to move away from him. Before you can get very far, he catches your arm and forces you to look at him. You take him in properly for the first time in six months. He looks incredible. His hair is much longer now, curls tumble into his eyes. A plain black shirt covers barely conceals ab muscles a god would be jealous of, and his ripped skinny jeans were struggling to contain his thighs.

“I’m sorry, I mean I’m not, that poor kid was not going to survive a night with you. But I am sorry, that you look that amazing, and I am going to have to ruin every chance you have with any other guys here tonight.” At least the boy is honest.

“Look I really don’t want to deal with you right now, or ever actually.” You shake his hand off of you. “Why can’t you just forget about me and leave me alone?”

“I don’t know how to forget you.” The boy is a little too honest. His expression changes entirely. Going from cocky asshole to hurt bunny in a flash. It hurts to watch him hurt. It will hurt a lot more if you let him crawl back into your heart.

“Kookie…” you realise your mistake using the pet name as soon as its out… but its too late now. “We need to move on, we decided this wasn’t healthy. Please.”

“Y/N-ah, what about just tonight?” the hope in his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. His bunny smile tugs at the corner of his lips as you don’t stop him from getting closer to you. His nose scrunches as it makes contact with yours, rubbing against it, his lips barely an inch from your own.  

“STOP BEING SO CUTE… it’s distracting.” You push back a little to clear your head. He follows you, not willing to give you the space you would need.

“Never, now come on, you know you want to.” His hands are on your waist, manoeuvring you back in the direction of the back stairway. You let him. it’s not long until you’re moving of your own volition. Taking steps two at a time as he swats at your arse. You stumble in to the first bedroom and lock the door. There is no blaming this on the alcohol, you barely had one glass, and there is definitely no going back from this. Still you don’t stop. Instead you grab at his shirt, clinging to the tight fabric as you kiss him. Months of loneliness and lingering feelings forcing their way into one passionate embrace. His tongue slips easily passed your lips, applying pressure against your own.

He pushes your jacket off your shoulders and moves his ministrations to your neck. He nibbles along the way marking you, needing proof that this was really happening, scared if he let your body go, for even a second, he would wake up from the dream. The same dream he had been having since the two of you split. The one where you always leave hating him, disgusted by him.

Not this time, this time he will make you stay, prove to you he is worth your time, that he will try harder.

He forces you back on to the bed. Slots himself between you legs and continues to kiss and suck along your chest. He barely comes up for air until you tun your hands through his curls, making him look up.

“I’m here Kookie, breath, we have all night.” He nods slowly, taking in your words.

“I want more than just tonight Y/N.” before you can respond his lips are back on yours, stealing all rational thought form your head. Instead your hands move to his belt, making quick work of the buckle and undoing his fly. Your fingers dip below the elastic of his underwear to play with his hardening shaft. He moans into your mouth, to this day one of the most beautiful sounds you think you will ever hear. He grabs your hand and removes it from his underwear, “Let me take care of you first.”

He undoes jeans and shimmies them to the floor, leaving a trail of kisses along each leg on his way back up to your core. He makes quick work of your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room where you will probably never find them. Just as you think he is about to start the main event his face pops back up next to yours. He looks so proud of himself as he presents a small length of satin fabric.

“Is that a blindfold? Did you plan this?” he just winks at you. You let him secure the fabric anyway.

“I brought it just in case, I know how you feel things so much more when it’s a surprise.” His hot breath fans over your sweat dampened sin as he makes his way back down your body. Cold hands surprise you as they trail under your shirt. Your back arches giving him access to the clasp on your bra. It loosens enough for him to be able to play with your nipples under your shirt. He pinches at the stiff peaks and watches with delight as you grimace.

It doesn’t take him long to remember his original mission though, and with one hand still under your shirt he wriggles his face in between your thighs. He nips at the flesh to get you to open up more, allowing him full access to you. He licks a stripe along your slit collecting the already messy arousal lingering there. His tongue dips in further on the second lick, making you shiver. The anticipation too much as he teases you, each touch unexpected. Your fingers find purchase in his hair, tugging at the long strands. You find yourself praying to every god that will listen that he never cuts his hair shorter than this again.

You’re brought back to the situation at hand as the tip of his tongue plays with your clit. Flicking the bud with tiny amounts of pressure. Barely touching it, yet still making you feel crazy.

“Kookie please…” its barely a whine but it spurs him on. Fingers accompany his tongue. Two curl inside of you, scissoring and playing with the spot he knows never fails. His mouth presses down around your clit, sucking at the nerves as he works figure of eights around the centre. It has you keening. You’ve never been more thankful for loud generic party music. Adding a third finger proves too much for you. He licks the cum as it escapes, savouring every drop and then he keeps going. Three fingers deep, pumping faster, now watching every little twist of your mouth as he chases your second orgasm. When he sees the tell-tale sign that you are about to come again, he stops. Pulls away from you completely.

You make grabby hands in the direction you think he is gone. He laughs at you. Frustrated you go to remove the blindfold, just wanting more of him.

“Don’t you dare.” It comes out as a growl. The command threatening enough to have you think twice. “Move up the bed.” you use your elbows to support yourself as you move back toward the pillows. You feel the bed dip as he re-joins you. As his legs brush up against yours, you notice the lack of his jean’s rough material. You bite your lip so hard you can taste blood. He rubs his length along you, gathering the left-over cum. He pushes into you so slowly. It’s hard not to buck your hips up to meet his. But you know Jungkook better than that. He has the self-control to just stop completely if you were to stop him teasing you.

He works up his thrusts, gaining a little more speed. Now he encourages you to meet each one. Dirty words whispered into your ear punctuate each movement. You’re a panting mess by the time he is anywhere near finished.

“Cum for me Jagiya, just one more time.” He rolls your clit between his finger and thumb. You release with one last moan. He buries himself deep inside as you do, painting your insides with every contraction of your pussy. He removes he blindfold, flashes you one of his cheesiest smiles and rolls to the side of you, one arm still connected to you, making sure you’re still there even if his eyes are closed.

Once you can string together coherent thoughts again you panic. This was not how tonight was supposed to go, almost entirely the opposite in fact. You look over at Jungkook, desperate to find the words to say that will make this go away. Knowing that this won’t end well for at least one of you, if not both. Just as you’re about to open your mouth he interrupts.

“Don’t.” you let the silence linger for a second before going to start again. “Please don’t.” he opens his eyes fully and turns over, so his body is facing yours.

“Please don’t what Jungkook?”

“Please don’t go back to using my full name, please don’t tell me we can’t be together, please just don’t…” it leaves you speechless. He was never able to be this open when you were together. Honest yes, open never. It’s what made it so hard in the first place. You reach for his face, stroking his cheek as he blinks back tears.

“We didn’t work together Kookie, it’s a bad idea.”

“I don’t care, we should try again. These last few months have been awful, and you wouldn’t have given into me so easily if you didn’t feel the same way.” You can feel the blush creeping up, he is right after all, you just didn’t think you were so transparent.

“I can’t lose you again. It hurt too much for both of us.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You’re never going to get rid of me.” He lays back and you find your way on to his chest. you lay there until the sun came up, thinking about all the things that could go wrong as soon as you reopen the door to the real world.

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[cottoncandyjester]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do how your yandere oc's would react to their darling trying to leave the morning after they did ✨the dirty✨ and their darling thinking it was a one night stand? (sorry if it doesn't make sense) Have a lovely day!

This story contains: sex(duh), a sprinkle of creepy yandere behavior, kinky ocs, all around sexy times

Theodore

You open your eyes only to see that this is definitely not your room glancing around you see that the room is empty so you take this time to escape before the room owner returns. Getting dressed as quickly as possible you walk out the room making your way slowly down the stairs

You were hoping that theodore was at work or something so you can easily slip out the house and forget any of this happened, you weren't regretting it or anything it's just that it was a one night stand that's all.

When you make your way to the front door you noticed your way is blocked by a large doberman who laid across the doorway, anytime you reached for the door the animal would look at you and let out a rumbling growl.

It seems the growling had alerted Theo who was busy in the kitchen, he popped his head out his hair still a tad bit messy from last night's events. With a charming smile he greeted you before noticing that you were trying to leave

"come, eat breakfast with me i had just finished up! I made your favorite!"

How did this guy know what your favorite even was? As you walked towards the kitchen you couldn't help but glance at the dog who had locked eyes with you...that dog was definitely ordered to stop you from leaving.

Hikaru

A warm feeling had woken you up and you felt an arm around you tightly, you turned and saw hikaru laying next to you with his eyes closed. After a minute of internal screaming you decided it was best if you left before he woke up and had his security force you out themselves.

You slowly moved hikaru's arm before sitting up only to feel a hand grip your wrist and snatch you back into bed, you gave a terrified yelp before you were face to face with a very angry hikaru who now locked his arms around your waist keeping you from moving.

"where do you think you're going little piglet?"

You shuddered at his intense gaze and tried to come up with a proper answer without breaking out into stutters from how close he was to you.

"well, I was going to leave since y'know this was just a-"

Hikaru stopped your words by simply giving you a scoff clearly offended by your statement, hikaru's glare only got worse and he sat up now letting you go to run his fingers through his hair which was down and messy

"don't be an idiot, I don't just sleep around that's far too much of a headache. You're clearly of some value to me so you aren't going anywhere."

With that hikaru got out of bed before stretching with a low grunt, his back was covered in claw marks which you could only assume had to be your doing.

"now come on we are taking a damn shower! Better hurry up before I drag you!"

With that you quickly got up and followed him to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, it seems that hikaru wanted you around for a bit longer.

Axis

Every inch of your body was sore when you woke up, you were covered in bite marks, claw marks, and dark purple hickies not to mention you felt pretty dehydrated from last night. You glanced over only to see axis innocently asleep while hugging your arm to his chest tightly.

With a shaky sigh you very slowly started to slip your arm out while you looked around the floor for your clothes, once you got your arm free you sat up before starting to get dressed only to soon feel arms wrap around your waist and nuzzle into your back with a childish hum.

"where are you going?~ hmmmm?"

You shuddered lightly before glancing back now feeling his fingers lightly tickle along your stomach as he trailed his hands around your body.

"oh, well I was gonna go since last night is kinda over with and all"

Axis pulled you back into the bed now moving ontop of you and planting sweet kisses all over your face.

"hmm, nope! I won't let you, you have to stay with me forever now okay?"

"f-forever? But-"

Axis stopped now locking eyes with you his chirpy tone getting deeper as something sinister had slipped out.

"did I stutter? I said forever so meant forever. I hate repeating myself [y/n]"

Your blood ran cold at the sight of such a deadly gaze but you gave a simple nod which seemed to return him back to his normal happy self.

"well good! Now come on let's take a bath then we can make breakfast together!"

Axis hopped off you before skipping away to where the bathroom was leaving you worried for your life

Salem

A feeling of pleasure washed over you as you let out a quivering moan only to snap your eyes open to see salem hovering over you while slamming his hips against yours again and again fucking your hole brutally.

You shuddered as you lightly arched your back feeling him trail sloppy wet kisses along your chest and neck, it was clear that he's been doing this a while and was about to cum.

"g-guishy~ a-ahhh sooo slippery and loose!"

His high pitched crazed babbling was definitely something you were not expecting and you soon gasped feeling him pull out and practially spray you with hot thick cum before falling ontop of you getting the sticky liquid onto you both.

"W-what the hell was that?"

You soon heard light snores as salem had fallen back asleep now. Moving him was practically impossible since it seems he clung to you tightly not letting you go as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Prince

You were already dressed when prince had stopped you, he wasn't in the room so you just assumed that he would be gone already since you knew he was a player, surprisingly he was cooking you breakfast...well more like popping waffles into the toaster but details weren't all that important.

"yo cutie! Don't leave so fast, have a waffle at least? Then maybe we can talk...or maybe a round 2 if you feeling up to it"

You felt like rejecting his offer but when you looked at the front door you noticed a padlock with a keyhole, there was no way you were escaping.

Yuki

You didn't even notice yuki in the bed with you when you were staring to wake up, you knew it wasn't your room or anything like that though. As you looked around for your clothes you noticed that they were absolutely gone, full on missing you couldn't even find your underwear!

Before you could move anymore yuki pulled you back into bed and snuggled up against his chest, with a soft sigh he closed his eyes and didn't even bother speaking to you.

"um, I have to go..."

"nope."

But-"

"no. Sleep."

You gave a slight frustrated huff which earned him to peek one eye open and gaze at you before he only tightened his grip.

"stay."

Seems like you're staying.

Rocket

You woke up to your face pressed against some bara tits and honestly it wasn't a bad way to start your day, as you pulled back you looked up only to see rocket sleeping and his messy blonde hair everywhere. You hold back a laugh before realizing that you both were very much naked and something very thick and possibly spine breaking was poking your thigh.

"oh shit-"

You decided the best thing to do is to slip out before things get awkward so you squirmed away and out of bed but you were pulled back now with him slipping his cock in between your legs now grinding against you.

"you aren't thinking of leaving right babe? I didn't even get my full last night since you passed out before I finished...only fair if we kept it going"

Scarlett

You woke up in a room filled with plants, the light from the window was the thing to wake you and you heard a soft giggling as you woke, you turned to see scarlett watching you with such soft loving eyes.

"sorry, I couldn't help but watch you sleep you're so cute."

"ah, you're probably waiting for me to leave huh?"

Your statement made the girl sit up and she started to pull her long hair back now tying it up into a ponytail. She simply smiled as she slipped out the bed now making slipping on a sheet black robe.

"quite the opposite really, I was waiting for you to wake up to have you join me on the balcony."

"the balcony...?"

Scarlett gave you a devilish stare before she licked her lips in the most sinful of ways.

"last night was truly amazing but I'm not done playing with you quite yet, I wish to see how good your stamina is"

Before you could even think you were getting up and following her out to the balcony.

[genesisrose74]

Brain Breaks

A/n: okay so I’m sure this concept has probably been done before in multiple different ways but I’m really just craving some soft Hinata right now and wanted to write it out 👉👈 I’ve discovered I might have a thing for playing with fluffy hair lol - anyways, tell me that cuddles with this cutie pie would not entail some adorable shenanigans 🥺 hope you enjoy my drabble

Pairing: Hinata Shoyo x reader

Words: 1230

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The gentle padding of rain against your windowsill served as a soothing background as you turned another page of the book your English class had been assigned for the month. Extensive, slightly worn pages and a hardcover sleeve fit comfortably between your fingers, and despite the story not being of your individual choice or interest, every ink stamped word kept you enraptured on that late Saturday afternoon. An imagined scenario that the scenes depicted played out in your head like a personal movie, pulling you away from the atmosphere of your currently occupied space — with the exception of the decently heavy downpour occurring outside.

That was, until a light groan of frustration filled the otherwise quiet room. 

Sneaking a glance over the top of your book, your eyes found an incredibly discouraged Hinata propped up against the foot of your bed. He tapped a pen against a partly finished sheet of work, clearly not enthralled with whatever it entailed, and ran a hand through his unruly ginger hair. Internally, you felt your heart squeeze with sympathy for the uncharacteristically downtrodden first year. School wasn’t often his strong suit, especially when it came to English, and it appeared as if that was the class he’d saved for last on the day’s homework agenda. 

You quickly marked the chapter progress you’d made in the past half an hour, making a mental note to finish it off later, before completely closing the book and placing it off to the side. 

“Having trouble, sunshine?” came your inquiry, laced with slight concern and a touch of commiseration. 

The Karasuno student looked over with a flash of defeat evident in his eyes, something that only appeared on rare occasions when it came to the upbeat boy. “I’ve been trying to get it for the last hour, but I just don’t understand.”

You shifted forwards on the mattress to take a better look at the worksheet that remained seated on his lap. Sure enough, it was an English assignment, one that tasked him to answer a series of short answer questions. The paper was marked up well enough, with slash marks and messy handwriting littering some response boxes, but it was clear that Shoyo had stopped somewhere near the last half as those sections of the page remained unscathed. 

Noticing your interest in his progress, the middle blocker handed his work over with a light pink adorning the tips of his ears. You didn’t comment on his adorable expression with the knowledge that he was feeling quite stumped — and very possibly embarrassed that he was asking a college-prep class student for help again — and instead opted to scan over his current answers, allowing the consistent thrum of raindrops to momentarily fill the silence.

“So far, your responses aren’t too shabby,” you commented, offering a light smile at the first year who had folded his arms over the front of your bed in curiosity. “Is this all you’ve got left to finish?”

He offered a small nod of affirmation. “Mhm.”

“That’s good, Sho! Is it due Monday?”

“On Tuesday, but I’ve got a scrimmage Monday and have to look after Natsu all day tomorrow.” 

You thought it over for a moment as Hinata looked on with distraught amber eyes, ones that had so often before helped relieve your own stress with their brightness and warmth. 

“How about I help you out with what I can today,” you suggested, “and then I could come visit tomorrow to help take care of Natsu—as long as your mom is alright with that, of course. That way you can have some free time to finish up whatever we can’t get done right now.”

The first year’s more somber expression had melted away into a honey-sweet grin the more you spoke, revealing that cheerful, confident face that you knew and adored so much. “You would do that?”

“Of course I would, Shoyo. It’s the least I could do for my favorite person.”

His cheeks warmed substantially with the comment, and you felt your heart flutter with fondness. Cute.

He spoke up with a bit of hesitance, stammer making its way past him on accident. “S-so, would you want to start working on the rest of it now or…?” 

It was clear that Hinata was in no way enthused to continue chipping away at the paper he’d been so diligently trying to complete, seeing how his eyes dimmed with the simple thought of it alone. You pretended to consider the option, propping your chin in hand and letting out a soft hum, before letting your gaze flicker to the boy who looked on patiently for a response.

An easy smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you patted the plush mattress of your bed invitingly. “I think a brain break is in order first.”

Just like that, there was his excitement again. The Karasuno decoy hopped on the bed without delay, face shining with boyish enthusiasm that never failed to warm your heart as he settled himself in front of you. Fluffy orange locks rested against your stomach as Hinata spared a look up with puppy dog eyes, taking silent note of how much he enjoyed seeing you in his favorite yellow hoodie. He recalled how much you loved the fact that the print on the front simply displayed ‘oniku’ in bolded pink letters.

“Spare head pats?” he inquired playfully, quirking a brow for added emphasis.

“Why of course,” you giggled, weaving your fingers through his hair and scratching gently against his scalp. The boy couldn’t help his relaxed sigh as even tension left his body in droves, eyes fluttering closed as he practically melted at the calming sensation. Any previous stress garnered during his homework plight faded away into nothingness at your hands, ones that played lovingly with soft orange strands and tentatively undid any rogue tangles with which they crossed path.

Without warning, Hinata brought a hand up to his head and grabbed hold of one of your own, pulling it back down towards the top of the mattress with him. Your head cocked slightly to the side with the peculiar motion, watching with stilled movements as the first year interlocked both your fingers together and gave a light squeeze, before placing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. 

Simple acts of affection weren’t uncommon from your darling boyfriend, but the intimate delicacy with which he carried out the motion had caught you substantially off guard in the moment, a familiar warmth rising to your face after taking a moment to process.

The first year didn’t take much notice of your quiet flustered state, though, and instead spoke up with a soft tone. “Wanna hear an idea?”

“Yeah, Sho?” 

“Watch a movie with me?”

An easy smile graced your lips with the question as you resumed brushing a hand through Hinata’s hair. “I would love to.”

Finishing up those last few questions of homework could wait just a little while longer. 

[rawiswhore]

Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Paul Levesque x Fem Reader- “Promiscuous Girl”

This year, you've gotten a new job and career; that job is being the valet and arm candy of a WWF wrestler named Hunter Hearst Helmsley, helping escort him into the ring.

A few months joining the WWF, you've seen so many pro wrestlers in that company, and they're getting sexier and sexier every day.

Shawn Michaels is growing out of that outdated, trashy, tacky redneck mullet he has and even shaving his facial hair.

While he isn't as sexy as he would be in 1997, he is getting hotter and sexier every day.

And Billy Gunn of the Smoking Gunns, he, too, has cut that tacky mullet he's had and even shaved off his facial hair, so has his partner, Bart Gunn.

While Billy and Bart are as sexy as they'd be in years to come, Billy is getting hotter, Bart's okay but meh.

While he has cut his hair last year and while he wasn't bad looking with long hair, especially when it was hanging down and not tied up in cornrows, Davey Boy Smith/the British Bulldog is pretty damn hot too.

Even Bret Hart is kinda sexy.

Plus, two brothers in real life have made their tagteam debut in the WWF and they're known as the Hardy Boyz.

While they don't look like they shop at Hot Topic now like they would when they'd be at the height of their popularity, and while Jeff Hardy isn't as hot as he'd be the year after this and years to come, he is quite the cutie pie.

Matt doesn't really do anything for you, sorry.

There'd be other hot, sexy wrestlers who would make their WWF/E debuts in the future that you don't know about yet.

You even look at a few WWF wrestlers now and the company and wonder if they're hot or not.

When men are sexy, there's something you want to do with these men and that isn't just date them, but have sex with them!

And not just have sex with them, but maybe even have a few orgies with them, have so many hot wrestlers swarming all over you and have sex with you; suck one of their cocks while another fucks your pussy while you're jerking off two sexy wrestlers in front of you and two others suck your tits, and they all get to take turns doing that.

However, there is a certain consequence to all of this.

Tonight, you were sitting on a bed in a hotel room, tears streaming down your face.

Hunter, Paul, whatever you want to call him tonight, was busy getting undressed, however, he wasn't undressing to have sex with you.

He was changing into something to sleep in, specifically, just some pajama pants.

You were watching him change out of his costume, you, on the other hand, were dressed in underwear and one of his oversized T-shirts.

He could hear your sniffles as he undressed, and you wanted your sniffles to distract him.

While he was pulling his boots off of his feet and his tights off of his legs and changed into something more comfortable as you watched him, his head turned and looked at you.

Your eyes and cheeks were pinkish colored, clear colored tears falling down your cheeks, Hunter's eyes seeing your face look like that.

You wanted to hold onto something, specifically a pillow, for comfort.

"What's wrong?" he asked, walking up to you. "Are you crying?".

"Yes" you answered, nodding your head.

While you were in the hotel room with him, he wasn't "in character" or "kayfabe" as they say in the wrestling world, not playing the stuck up, snooty, classy Jane Austen-era 1800's gentleman, but instead being himself and not speaking in a fake, terrible attempt at a British accent.

Once he was close to you, he sat down on the bed next to you, putting one of his hands below your shoulder, where his arm was across behind your shoulders.

It's a good thing that you're confessing this while he's getting dressed to go to bed, because if you confessed this while he was asleep and you woke him up, he won't be able to talk with you about what you want to confess to him since he's groggy.

Plus, you probably would wake him up from a good dream he might be having.

Though, Hunter is getting a bit tired and sleepy.

Speaking of confessions, you may as well confess this to him.

Before you could confess something to him, you took a deep breath.

"I really like you and think you're really sexy" you said, your head turned to his face and looking at him. "But...there are so many male pro wrestlers in the WWF who I think are so sexy and hot..."

Hunter/Paul was skeptical about this. Were you cheating on him? Are you pregnant with one of their seeds?

Hunter was also scared that you were pregnant and that's why you were crying.

He'd love to have children with you, and you've thought of having kids with him, but not for now.

"Are you cheating on me?" he asked, sounding a bit angry.

"No" you replied, shaking your head back and forth.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive" you answered, your head standing still and not shaking back and forth. "Let me explain...there's these other male pro wrestlers in the WWF I think are so sexy, and when there's men out there who are so sexy, I want to have sex with them"

"Are you saying you don't love me?" he asked.

"No, I do" you protested, wiping the tears away from your eyes. "But...this is why I was crying. I'd love to have sex with these hot men in the WWF, I wouldn't even mind having orgies with them but...I'm really scared and worried of catching AIDS, HIV or an STD, specifically an incurable one".

You're scared of catching an STD but not with basically cheating on him.

Though you are slightly scared of your confession of wanting to have sex with other men.

However, Hunter basically has sex with ringrats, you were also once a ringrat (which, by the way, is what got you a job as Hunter's valet, because he thought you were absolutely beautiful).

"What 'hot men' do you also want to have sex with?" Hunter/Paul asked, hushing his voice so the people next door won't hear your conversation, as well as crooking his fingers like quotation marks when saying "hot men".

You really hope no one is hearing this conversation next door.

"Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Davey Boy Smith, maybe Bret Hart" was your response from your mouth. "The blond Hardy Boy too"

"Jeff?" he asked.

"Yeah, that one" you replied.

"You could use condoms" was Hunter/Paul's answer from his mouth, his hand moving from under your right shoulder to your hair, where he stroked your hair a bit.

"I know" you replied "But condoms don't feel very good and they can break"

"Indeed" he said, nodding his head.

"I want to say this" you said "Those other men are hot and getting sexier, but they're not as sexy as you are"

You're surprised that women aren't fawning and swooning over Hunter Hearst Helmsley like they are with Shawn Michaels.

When his hair is in a messy ponytail or his hair is hanging down, he looks slightly like Fabio.

Even though you love Hunter's gentleman gimmick, you'd also love if he had a gimmick where he was this male model on the cover of those cheesy paperback bodice ripper romance novels, having some beautiful women in long gowns in his arms swooning over him, especially considering Fabio is a hugely popular pop culture figure in the 90's.

"Are you serious?" he asked you.

"Yes, I am" you replied, serious as you could be. "While other women were swooning over Shawn Michaels, I was swooning over you".

A smile broke out across his mouth, stretching his mouth and lips up and across his face.

While you were talking with him about this, you suddenly stopped crying, which is what Hunter wants you to see.

You wish you could dry your tears and face away with the thin little blanket under the heavy comforter, but that's kind of a bit trashy.

In a perfect world, STD's wouldn't exist.

Not to mention, there's other things you'd love to do with sexy male wrestlers related to sex, but it is rather shocking and trashy.

And speaking of men, you wonder if Hunter/Paul will mind you having sex with other men...

It's a shame cheating has to be considered bad, there's so many hot men out there you'd love to fuck, sometimes have an orgy with them...

[redrobin-detective]

The Long Way ARound 17

Sorry for the delay, I completely forgot about this. I know a lot of people enjoyed the Sports Festival arc, hopefully you'll continue to enjoy what comes next.

Fanfiction/AO3

Chapter Seventeen: Time to Move Forward

"Bye Mom," Izuku says as he puts on his shoes, "I'm leaving for school now." The Sports Festival was two days ago but Yuuei always gives students a few days after the event to rest up. Izuku sure had needed it; he'd slept almost fifteen hours the night after the Festival, exhausted physically and emotionally from the day's activities.

He tries not to be disappointed that there wasn't a call from Yuuei's Heroics department during that time but he supposes it had been a crazy gamble anyways. He's not giving up but... he knows his best shot has come and gone.

"Alright Izuku, be safe. You're quite the celebrity now." His mom says nervously as her fingers lightly touch on the bandage to his forehead where Todoroki had struck him. "You gave me quite a scare the other day. You know I fainted twice just watching you! I almost ran down to school when I saw you collapse during your fight with Katsuki."

"Yes, you already told me and don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm sure everyone's forgotten all about me by now." Izuku waves goodbye as he makes his way to school. It's normal and quiet until he gets to the train station.

"Look! It's the quirkless boy who fought in the Sports Festival!"

"That's not him! He's too skinny."

"Yes it is! Look, he's got the freckles and green hair!"

"He can't really be quirkless, can he? He couldn't have defeated Endeavor's boy like that."

Izuku is quickly swallowed up in a mob of people who are shouting questions at him and jostling him in the crowded station. He looks for an exit in the crowd but is unable to find one. He's going to miss his train at this rate.

"Please," Izuku squeaks, "I need to get to school."

"I heard you bribed your opponents to lose to you, is that true?"

"Have you been transferred into the hero course yet? That'd be wild, I'd love to see that!"

"My grandfather is quirkless; it would mean the world to him if you'd stop by and talk to him." Above the din, Izuku can hear the sound of his train getting ready to depart.

"Excuse me," Izuku says, pushing his way through, "I need to go, sorry!" He shouts back as he breaks free and makes it onto the train by the skin on his teeth. He sighs and leans up against the door as the train starts to move. Jeez what a mess, why would anyone want to- there's a persistent tugging on his pant leg. He looks down to see a young girl of about 5 or 6 in twin tails with tiny little wings poking out of her back.

"You're the hero from the Sports Festival," the girl smiles. "My name is Hinaki and I saw you on TV, I recognize your curly hair."

"Hi Hinaki-chan, I'm Midoriya Izuku and while I'm not a hero, I did compete in the Sports Festival." Izuku says, kneeling down to her level. She smiles brightly and digs in her little backpack for a small notebook with a butterfly on the cover.

"Could you sign my book? I thought you did very well, even fighting that scary guy. I want to look at it when I'm scared so I know to be brave too." Izuku blinks and swallows the tears that are threatening to overwhelm him. He should have expected some reaction to his performance but this... he never could have predicted this.

"Of-of course, I've got a pen right here," Izuku says as he takes the notebook and signs it. "There you go, I hope it helps you. Someone once told me being brave isn't always about winning; it's about being able to stand tall no matter what." Hinaki smiles at the messy signature.

"Thank you! I'll look at it every day!" She answers before dashing back into the crowd; Izuku watches her go with a wobbly smile as he stands up. His first autograph and he's not even a real hero. It's nice know that, no matter where he ends up, he can still make a difference. The moment is interrupted by more people pestering him with questions and comments of all sorts.

He's relieved when he finally reaches his stop. He's never had so much attention in his entire life and it's starting to drive him mad. By the time Izuku fights his way out of the train station, he's running late. His phone buzzes in his hand as he's checking the time.

MindController: Reporters are all around the school looking for you, be careful getting in

MightyBoy: What!? This is insane

Vampira: That's what u get for slamming 3 hero kids into the dirt

Izuku moans as he sprints towards school and he can already see the large crowd of people around the building. It's not like he didn't believe Shinsou but it's still an annoyance. Shouldn't they be bothering actual heroes?

Glowstick: I kno! U should put on a disguise, change clothes with Taketsu!

MightyBoy: WHAT!?

Vampira: No good, I'd bust out of his tiny shirt & pants

Izuku rubs at his head, stressed and flustered and the school day hadn't even begun. He's going to be late for sure. Maybe he can get one of the reporters to write him a note.

IcyHot: Just go around back, it's mostly clear there.

IcyHot: Btw, did you hear anything from the hero department?

MightyBoy: No, I'm afraid you're still stuck with me

Mind Controller: Damn and we almost got rid of you

Izuku really hopes that was sarcasm. Anyway, getting into Yuuei is less of an ordeal than he'd feared. Despite his supposed fame he's still a pretty plain looking kid so he's easily able to blend into a large crowd of students and slip in unnoticed. Izuku sighs with relief until he hears the warning bell go off.

MightyBoy: Going to be late, tell Sensei I'll be there soon

Izuku is so distracted trying to text and run at the same time that he accidently runs into someone. He falls to the ground and shakes his head, already offering up apologies.

"Oh my, our little Gen Ed upstart is getting handsy," an older woman's voice teases. Izuku looks up to find pro hero, Midnight towering over him. "Hey there, cutie," she smirks and Izuku jumps to his feet, face red with embarrassment.

"Hello, Midoriya Izuku, it is I, the principal!" Principal Nedzu says, popping out from behind Midnight. "I've heard a lot about you, young man."

"Oh, uh thanks, I think," Izuku stammers.

"So Midoriya," Midnight asks, "how does it feel to win?"

"Um, but I didn't win?" Izuku says, confused.

"I meant the hearts of Japan, silly," she chuckles before giving him a little wink, "and your teachers."

"I was supervising the third years' event as I always do but all I heard people talking about was the quirkless first year who won the silver medal," Principal Nedzu says as the final bell rings. "Don't worry about that, we'll escort you to class while we talk so you won't be marked down."

"I'm sorry but uh, did I do something wrong, sir?" Izuku asks nervously. Last week he was nobody and now he's being walked to class by the principal and a pro hero.

"Of course not!" The principal laughs. "I just had to meet you; your performance the other day was quite incredible. I can see why everyone was so excited. You have a keen eye for strategy and your martial arts are quite impressive. You train with Rikimaru Daiki, correct? I've heard he's a fine teacher and very selective with students, that alone tells me about your character."

"Wait uh how did you know about Rikimaru-shishou?" Izuku asks, feeling more confused by the second. He looks up at Midnight, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what's happening."

"Don't look at me kid, I'm just here 'cause we happen to be going to the same place." Huh? "Ah and here we are!" Izuku stares blankly at the door to class 1-A. Was this... no, it couldn't be. Izuku stares down at Principal Nedzu in disbelief.

"Apologies to spring this on you so suddenly, we haven't done a transfer in some time so it took a bit longer than expected. Chiura-san has been made aware of the change and your mother signed off on the paperwork this morning. I hope you have a good first day, Midoriya, we expect great things from you."

Izuku can't stop looking between the principal and the sign marking 1-A. No, this isn't possible; things like this didn't happen to him, he can't be... The door to 1-A slides open and Eraserhead is there, free of his bandages, with a bored look on his face.

"You're not off to a good start, being late to your first day of class," Eraserhead says, scratching at a scar on his cheek. "You might as well come in, it's a busy day and you've got a lot to catch up on." Izuku trails behind, feeling like he's in some sort of dream only to startle at the loud cheers coming from the class. "Here's your new classmate, you all know him so I don't need to do an introduction. Don't harass him."

"I can't believe you made it, that is so manly!" A redheaded boy shouts enthusiastically.

"Congrats Midoriya!" Uraraka beams. "This is amazing! I told you he could do it, I told you! I told you!" She says, reaching forward and tugging on Iida's sleeve.

"As class president, I welcome you to the class, Midoriya. I will be sure to orient you to the duties and expectations of 1-A students over lunch," Iida says.

"Midoriya, you're in the seat behind Bakugou. You should recognize him; he beat you in the final round." Eraserhead looks at Kacchan, "barely." Kacchan doesn't say anything and continues to glare angrily out the window. Izuku is looking around with a stunned expression when there's a familiar heat prickling at his eyes.

"Woah, new kid is crying, what do we do?" a blond haired boy says.

"I imagine this is quite the shock, ribbit, I don't think he was told before," a frog girl croaks.

"Thank you for having me," Izuku says, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. "I'm going to do my best to keep up with everyone." It's probably not the best impression to make to his new classmates but how can he expect to be calm when his lifelong dream has just been thrust upon him?

"Alright, pull yourself together and sit down," Eraserhead says. "My name is Aizawa Shouta but you will refer to me as Sensei, got it?" Izuku nods and makes his way to the only empty seat in the room.

While Izuku is settling in, Midnight looks over at Aizawa. She raises an eyebrow but he brushes her off. The decision has been made and he's sticking by it.

"I want him," Eraserhead stated firmly in a faculty meeting the day after the Sports Festival. "I don't care how you do it but I want Midoriya Izuku in 1-A when classes resume."

"Really," Midnight said with a little laugh as she turned to her colleague. "You're normally so picky with students. It's amazing you'd actually go out of your way to select one, and someone who's quirkless no less."

"This isn't a joke, that boy has more potential than any other student out there. He has more than earned the right to train alongside the hero students," Eraser glared.

"Look Shouta," Present Mic said with a supplicating gesture. "I know you're probably sweet on him 'cause you also transferred from Gen Ed but there's no way he can really be a hero."

"Midoriya is intelligent and I must admit his performance was impressive," Blood King commented somewhat grudgingly. "But I agree with Yamada that he simply does not have the basic requirements of heroism."

"He did beat Todoroki-kun and Iida-kun," Cementoss added quietly. "And he gave Bakugou-kun a difficult time for a while. I believe that's an adequate demonstration of his abilities."

"Yeah, for a kid's Festival," Midnight interjected. "The villains out there in the real world aren't going to play nice. They're going to kill him dead and it will be our fault."

"We're not talking about the next All Might here," Eraser stressed. "We're talking about someone who is smart and tactical and would be a great asset to our ranks. If he's that good now, imagine what he can become with guidance."

"Alright, settle down," Principal Nedzu said and the bickering tapered off. "I concur with Aizawa-kun that Midoriya shows great promise for a small scale hero but I also hear Kayama-chan about the potential dangers he would face."

Nedzu paused and brought his paws together. "I'd like to hear from the 1-C homeroom teacher, no one here knows the boy better than him. Chiura-san, you've been working at the school for nearly 6 years and with heroes for much longer, what is your opinion on Midoriya Izuku's transfer to Heroics?"

"I think you would be fools not to take him," Chiura Hiro began sternly. "I've seen many students over the years but I've never seen someone as driven as Midoriya is. He has everything required of a great hero: skills, intelligence, compassion. He may not have a quirk but from the way I've seen him train, he's refused to let that get in the way."

"So you'd be willing to sentence him to death?" Midnight said, leaning forward. "Look, I have nothing but respect for you, Chiura-san, but I don't think it's right to throw a defenseless child into the kinds of situations we deal with on a daily basis."

"Let me tell you a little bit about Midoriya Izuku," Chiura said quietly. "He's not much to look at in the classroom. He's quiet, easily flustered and I've never met a young man who cries so freely." Chiura tilted his chin up with resolution. "But the true strength of his character, the reason I recommend him so strongly, is that Midoriya has this ability to bring out the best in people."

"If I may, he reminds me a bit of you, sir," Chiura elaborated, looking directly at All Might who has thus far been silent.

"There are plenty of heroes out there with strong quirks but the truly special ones inspire people and cause greater change in others. Midoriya turned three would-be slackers into hardworking students, helped socialize an anti-social boy and brought up the performance and morale of the entire class. Midoriya won't be your most powerful student, but he will be the one making the greatest changes. I believe he has the potential to reshape the industry."

"I've never seen Todoroki use his fire like he did at the Festival," Mic admitted with a shrug. "Midoriya was shouting something at him on the field but whatever it was, it got Endeavor's boy fired up in a way I haven't seen before." Mic blinked, "ha! Fired up! Get it?"

"I spoke to Todoroki after the Festival," Eraser added, ignoring Mic. "Despite receiving some of the worst injuries of the first years; he asked, practically demanded, that Midoriya take the open seat in 1-A. He said that no one deserved the spot more than Midoriya did."

"It's still an awful lot to place on a young boy's shoulders," Cementoss commented.

"It is, Heroics is a tremendous burden for all who join up," Chiura added. "Despite his condition, he has greater strength of heart than most people I've met. He's the kind of person who would carry his opponent off the field for medical treatment and would risk expulsion to make sure an injured friend wasn't alone. It's for that reason I give him my full recommendation."

"Alright, I think we've heard enough," Nedzu said, looking around the table. "Thank you Chiura-san, you've been very informative. We'll be making our final decision soon and we'll let you know what we decide."

"It was no trouble. Understand that I would not give this recommendation if I did not believe Midoriya had what it took to be a true hero." Chiura concluded with a nod before quietly excusing himself.

"Jeez, and he's one of the tougher GE teachers. I don't think I've heard him give a recommendation period not to mention a full one," Mic muttered under his breath.

"That should tell you that Midoriya belongs in 1-A," Eraser retorted.

"That's enough," Nedzu said, holding up his paws. "All the testimonies have been shared and all the evidence reviewed. We will begin our vote. Aizawa-kun has the most weight as it's his class but if too many of you disapprove then I can't in good conscience go ahead with the proposal. So, all in favor of Midoriya Izuku's transfer to 1-A effective immediately, please raise your hands."

"Now that we're done with that, we can move on," Aizawa-sensei begins. "Your hero informatics lecture is something special today. You'll be coming up with your hero names." The whole class cheers while Izuku looks around in terror. He literally just sat down in this class and he needs to choose a name already? The hero course certainly moves fast. Aizawa-sensei starts explaining about nominations and draft picks making Izuku feel so out of place.

Seriously, they couldn't have given him any notice.

"Here's a tally of this year's nominations," Sensei continues on, bringing up a projection on the screen. Kacchan and Todoroki had the most nominations by far with Tokoyami and Iida next and the rest were minimal.

"It's usually a bit more balanced but Midoriya's performance threw things off." Aizawa-sensei turns to face him, "Since you weren't enrolled in the hero course at the time, you were not eligible to receive nominations. Next week, while the others are at their internships, you'll be working with me to catch up."

"Y-yes Sensei," Izuku said looking at the board and trying not to feel self-conscious. He can't help but wonder if the reason he isn't listed is only because of his transfer. He beat Todoroki in the second round and the other boy still got over 2,000 nominations. He has to wonder if, even though he placed second overall, if anyone would have wanted to sponsor the quirkless kid.

"Excuse me," Iida announces, "you were saying about the internships?"

Aizawa-sensei continues to explain the role of the internships, the one he won't get to participate in, what they're for and why they need to choose hero names. Midnight saunters up to the front of the class and poses since apparently she'll be running this exercise. Sensei pulls a sleeping bag out from under his desk and... curls up in a corner and goes off to sleep. Izuku stares at him for a moment in concern. They sure do things differently here.

"Alright everyone," Midnight says as she hands out whiteboards. "Take some time to work on your hero names and be sure to think carefully on them. You could be stuck with them your entire career. Afterwards, you'll present them to the class. Be sure to give your quirk and proper name as well for the new boy." She smiles his way but Izuku is too busy staring down at the blank whiteboard in this hand.

What the hell is he supposed to write? This morning he thought his chances of transferring were in the negatives and now he's supposed to come up with a name that could define his future as a professional hero?

"Yo, Midoriya!" He turns towards dark haired boy seated next to him. "Welcome to the class, thank you so much for kicking Todoroki's ass for me," he grins. "By the way I'm Sero, nice to meetcha!"

"Ah well I wasn't really trying to hurt him," Izuku protests weakly as he looks over at Todoroki in the back row. His face is still a bit bruised but otherwise he looks fine; he nods at Izuku when he catches him looking. "But it's uh nice to meet you too."

"I'm Kirishima!" The redheaded boy shouts from across the room, "Dude, I gotta come over there and shake your hand. You are such an inspiration. We need to spar sometime; I totally want to go up against you." Kirishima says, walking over to Izuku's desk and clapping his shoulder.

"You're supposed to be coming up with your hero names, not chatting!" Midnight snaps impatiently.

"I already have my hero name and it's not everyday we get a new student," Kirishima retorts before turning back to Izuku. "I'm serious man, you were impressive as hell. Not just anyone can take down Todoroki and Iida, not to mention leading Bakugou around by the nose." Izuku sees Kacchan's shoulder tense up in front of him.

"K-Kacchan did really well in the finals, as always his technique is amazing and he really did a number on me. I'm going to need to work twice as hard if I want to get on his level." Izuku says peacefully, he'd like to avoid a fight on his first day if at all possible.

"Pfft," Izuku hears from across the room and sees the blond with the lightning bolt in his hair snorting into his hand, "Kacchan?"

"Seriously? That's what you call him?" Sero asks with a giant grin. "You got a death wish or something? I twitch my eyebrow and he threatens to kill me." Izuku sees Kacchan's shoulders begin to tremble with barely suppressed rage.

"Didn't Present Mic say you two went to middle school together?" The frog girl says from across the room. "You must have been close to have such a cute nickname, ribbit." She gives him a smile, "also I'm Asui but call me Tsuyu."

"Wait, does Kacchan have a cute name for you too?" The pink haired girl in front of As- Tsuyu says.

"Don't fucking call me that you goddamn extras!" Kacchan shouts, slamming his hands on his desk. "Fucking Deku is just such a goddamned loser that he keeps up with his stupid baby names."

"Deku?" Uraraka asks from across the room. "It's cute I like it, what does it mean?"

"It's an alternative reading of the kanji in my first name," Izuku says looking down at the blank whiteboard in front of him. "It means useless, basically."

"Aw, Kacchan that's not very nice," the lightning bolt guy says mockingly. "Jeez, I can't believe the two of you are actually friends."

"It's been a while. Kacchan and I live in the same neighborhood so we've known each other our whole lives." Izuku says, trying to remain neutral despite Kacchan seething so close to him. But he was done cowering, he was a hero student now. He'd earned his right to be here, to speak. "And he didn't really have friends so to speak, mostly people who were intimidated or impressed by his power and followed him around."

"Ouch," a girl with earphone jacks on her ears says, smiling into her palm. Kacchan turns around in his chair and gives Izuku a positively murderous look. Izuku stares back, he'd been hoping to avoid a fight but if Kacchan attacks then he'll will be ready.

"Bakugou, turn back around and everyone else get back to your assignment, gossip on your own time." Aizawa-sensei mutters from his corner, still curled up in his sleeping bag. Kacchan looks like he's going to protest before he aggressively spins around and begins scribbling furiously on his whiteboard.

Izuku is kind of jealous; he can't think of anything to write down on his. He'd been so focused on actually getting to this point that he'd never really planned for what would happen once he actually arrived. All the names he can think of are obvious derivatives of All Might which was not something he was going to announce to the class. Besides, he wants to be his own hero.

"Alright!" Midnight says all too soon. "I want to start seeing some names! Who's first?" So begins the procession of students who bring their whiteboards up and announce their code names. Some are better than others but soon, more and more people have presented and Izuku still has nothing. His first task as a hero and he can't come up with a single idea.

"King Explosion Murder!" Kacchan shouts as the class bursts into giggles.

"Why don't you try again?" Midnight says with exasperation. Kacchan sneers and stalks back over, throwing the whiteboard roughly on his desk. They make brief eye contact.

"The fuck are you looking at, Deku?" Kacchan demands, pulling out his chair so it slams into Izuku's desk. "Bad enough I gotta put up with you in the halls now I've got you watching me all the time in class. I told you to get the fuck away from me!" Izuku is about to comment that he can't exactly get away what with his desk being right there when a thought comes to him.

Izuku stares down at the white slate of his whiteboard and slowly writes out the word. He stares down at the name that has for so long been the bane of his existence. But he's not that person anymore. He placed second in the Sports Festival, beating three students with powerful quirks and holding own for awhile against Kacchan. He wasn't useless and that name didn't define him. Not unless he chose it to. Izuku walks to the front before he can second guess himself.

"Deku?" Uraraka says, "but I thought it was an-"

"It is or it was," Izuku says, turning his eyes over to Kacchan. He puts his chin out defiantly. "I've been called everything you can think of because I was quirkless but Deku, worthless, always seemed to hit the hardest." He breaks eye contact to look down at the sloppily written name.

"I'm so glad to be here but I can't forgot all the things I had to go through along the way. This name, it's mine whether I like it or not but I'm going to stop letting it control me and embrace it. By the time I graduate this course, I hope this name will come to mean perseverance or strength, not just to everyone but to me as well. I may be quirkless but I'm through being useless."

Izuku is blushes down to his toes as a few people cheer in response and he quickly rushes back to his seat, hiding his face behind the whiteboard. He can feel Kacchan's eyes on him but Izuku doesn't even bother to look his way. He's finally ready to let go. Deku can no longer hurt him, not when he's made it his own.

"Very inspiring, Midoriya," Midnight says. "All your names are going wonderfully. Keep 'em coming, we only have a few left!" The rest of the morning flies by and before he knows, the bell rings signaling the start of lunch. Izuku takes a deep breath and slides down in his chair. This day has been one thing after another; he just needs a few minutes to absorb everything.

"Welcome to the class," Todoroki says, coming up to him. "I was pleased to see you made it."

"Thanks, I did tell you I'd do my best," Izuku answers. It's hard to look at Todoroki's face with the remnants of Izuku's punches still visible and his slightly crooked nose a permanent reminder of Izuku's loss of control. "Listen, I um, I want to apologize again for-"

"It was a fight, I understand," Todoroki interrupts, holding up his hand. "Besides," he continues on in a quieter voice, "in a way I think I should be thanking you."

"Midoriya!" Uraraka says, bouncing over. "We have got to have lunch together, we have so much to catch up on!" She seems to just notice Todoroki, "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No, I believe we're done. Congratulations again, Midoriya," Todoroki says, turning to leave. For a second, Izuku sees Shinsou's sad and lonely back.

"Wait, why don't we all have lunch together?" He turns to Uraraka, "Is that okay? I mean I don't want to impose but I'd like to get to know everyone and I still feel I need to make up for what happened in our fight and-"

"Of course, the more the merrier!" Uraraka says, smiling brightly at Todoroki who just looks out of place.

"Just not too much merriment," Iida says as he walks over. "We need time to orient Midoriya to the individual policies of 1-A in order to acclimate him and make him a proper, functioning member of the class."

"Woah, let the guy breathe," Kirishima adds. "I'd like to join too if ya don't mind. I have got to learn more about the most badass kid in our class." Izuku can't even begin to respond to that what the door to 1-A slides open with a bang.

"How could you lie to me?" Patrick wails. "I thought we were friends, man! We had to hear from Chiura-sensei that you'd been transferred!" He flies over and Izuku is half pulled out of his chair as Patrick holds him close. "Are you too cool for us Gen Ed kids now that you're a hero student?"

"I didn't know! I swear!" Izuku defends. "The principal caught me on my way to 1-C and just took me here. I didn't know until they pushed me inside."

"Um, hi?" Uraraka says, probably debating if she needed to intervene.

"Hey!" Patrick says, turning around to face the others while still maintaining his one-armed hug. "Man, you guys are so lucky you get Midoriya; he's like one of my most favorite guys."

"Takamitsu, stop handling Midoriya like he's a piece of meat," Korudo says with an exaggerated sigh from outside 1-A's classroom. "Honestly, he moved classes not countries."

"But it's the end of an era," Patrick whines. "He's going to be so busy kicking ass and taking names that he won't have time for us anymore."

"That's not true!" Izuku says, struggling out of Patrick's hold. "It's like we agreed before the Sports Festival, we'll always be friends, no matter what. You guys," he turns to see Taketsu and Shinsou have joined Korudo in 1-A's doorframe. "You guys are the best, there's no way I could have gotten here without all of you."

"Well, all I can say is you better not slack off or I'll be taking that seat from you," Shinsou smirks.

"Wow so this is a hero classroom, it looks like ours basically." Taketsu says, wandering in and looking around.

"Sure come on in, make yourselves at home," Aizawa-sensei mutters sarcastically from the floor as he inches forward, still curled up in his sleeping bag. Taketsu squeaks and half jumps into Shinsou's arms.

"Are you Deku's friends?" Uraraka asks, she gasps and covers her mouth before turning to Izuku. "I'm sorry it just slipped out, is that okay? I know you picked that name but it's also kind of sensitive."

"Yeah, no, it's fine. It's better when you say it," Izuku says. "Honestly I'm going to need to get used to it since I chose it and all. And yes, they are. This is Patrick, Shinsou, Korudo and Taketsu is our assistant rep in 1-C." Izuku says as he introduces his friends to his, well, new friends. "How'd it go uh this morning, when Chiura-sensei told you about me I mean?"

"Everyone flipped as you can imagine," Korudo says. "I'm happy for you but I've got to say it will be weird not having you around every day." He reaches over and ruffles Izuku's hair, "How am I supposed to keep these knuckleheads in line without you?"

"More importantly, how are the heroes going to keep Midoriya in line?" Shinsou says with a mischievous glint.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad," Izuku protests even as Kirishima and Uraraka and a few others lean forward in anticipation.

"This I gotta hear," Kirishima says with a grin. "So what can we expect from our newest student?"

"Tears, so many tears, I have met babies that cry less than Midoriya," Korudo nods sagely.

"That's not true!" Izuku adds but no one's paying him any mind.

"Hmm, he did start sobbing as soon as he walked in," Sero grins thoughtfully.

"Also he'll fight any one at any time," Patrick interjects. "For your own safety, don't ask to spar with him unless you're serious because he'll go to town on you. My bruises have bruises." Patrick complains as he rubbed his bottom.

"Ok, first off, you guys asked me to train you and second-"

"He's driven like you can't believe," Taketsu says, talking over him. "You'll get exhausted trying to keep up with him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't sleep at all."

"Also he's protective as hell," Shinsou continues. "Midoriya would light himself on fire if he thought it'd help someone out. Basically," he drawls out, "he's kind of an idiot."

"But he's our idiot," Patrick says enthusiastically, "and now he's yours too I guess. You gotta watch out for him for us, make sure he doesn't go overboard like that time he was so tired he took the wrong train and ended up in Shinjuko before he noticed."

"That was one time," Izuku says even as everyone starts laughing at his expense. But it's not like back in the day when Kacchan and his followers used to push him around. This is friendly teasing, friends just giving him a hard time. His heart feels ready to burst, look at how many people he has in his life.

"Oh I've got to hear more," Kirishima says. "Come on, let's snag a table at lunch and keep talking. I want to hear all the details, all the better to watch out for him." He says as he gives Patrick a friendly punch on the shoulder.

"We'll be here all day if you really want all the details." Patrick says, rubbing the spot Kirishima punched.

"I think we're going to need a bigger table," Taketsu says with a wry grin.

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Family (Erwin Smith x Hange Zoe)

Attack on titan Fanfiction Characters: Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Levi Ackerman, Moblit etc Pairing: Erwin x Hange (Eruhan)  Rating: Fluff and more fluff.  Word count: 3653

Waking up next to the one you love is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. Especially in this cruel world in which we live in. One filled with fear, filled with death. But next to him… I feel alive, more alive than ever. There are only a few things in this world which make us happy, we are lucky if we find that happiness before it is too late. I was one of the lucky ones, I found my happiness, my light… my soul mate. Lying next to him, I turned to look at his sleeping face, how peaceful it was. His blonde hair messy, covering his forehead, he looked calm, which for him, was rare. He always seemed so stressed about our work. Although when we were together, it was completely different, like the man everyone knew and respected changed, into a gentle, caring and loving man… the man I loved

Erwin Smith, Commander of the Survey Corps.

“are you watching me again Hange?” He grumbled under his breath, his eyes squinting slightly as he tried to open them, but his body wanted more sleep, he was exhausted. “no…” I muttered, but a smile touched my lips “…yes” he smiled slightly, before I felt his arms wrap around me. I nuzzled my head into his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat. He was always so loving, like he never wanted to let me go, I saw how he looked at me during meetings, his eyes undressing me from across the room. He never let anyone know though, our relationship was a secret, mainly because we had agreed it would have got in the way, they would have separated us on the expeditions and I didn’t want our comrades risking their lives to save me, just because I was with our commander. However, I was sure Levi and Mike knew, they always hinted at it when we had been around the fire, drinking and having somewhat of an enjoyable night together. But that’s how it had all started, after Mike and Levi had left us, Erwin had admitted his affections towards me, probably knowing that since the moment I laid eyes on him, I had been completely in love with him. It has been two years now, since we first kissed. Nothing has come in between us since. Most nights we found ourselves making love, as a way of releasing our stress, making ourselves feel good again, and to remind ourselves of the feeling of being alive.

“Good morning” he mumbled, squeezing me tightly “my darling” “good morning commander” I giggled back, as I felt his fingers brush through my hair, his leg over mine, playing footsie from under the blanket. I felt myself wanting him, as his lips kissed my forehead, my nose, then my lips. His embrace was so warm, it was the only place I found myself feeling safe. Then there was a knock on the door “Commander!” It was one of the newer recruits, from the 104th training squad “Commander!” “Hmm?” Erwin replied, a look of panic on his face, as he was naked, in bed with the section commander. “what is it?” “Sir, it’s the titans we captured, they were killed! We went to Section Commander Hange’s room but she wasn’t there!” My heart sank, Sawney and Bean had been killed?! I didn’t understand, tears started to form in my eyes, I wanted to scream out but Erwin was quick to cover my mouth before I would burst into screams “Do you know where she could be?” “Ask Moblit! I’m sure he will know” “Sir! We have, he told us to tell you” “tell him I’ve probably ran off” I whispered “She’s probably running around somewhere! Go have a look around we need to set off this afternoon on the expedition to try and cut titan numbers down near the forests” Erwin shouted back “I’ll come out in a few minutes” He said, looking at me, his face full of disappointment of what could have happened his morning “Yes Commander!” We heard his footsteps go down the corridor, and Erwin sat up “I guess it’s time to get up” he grumbled, brushing his fingers through his hair, I rubbed his muscular back and smiled “Yes, it is commander” I watched him get up, his body was covered in scars, but that was the same for me, I too was covered in them, but to me, they were beautiful, they were marks of survival, that once again we didn’t die, we lived on. “Get up Hange!” He laughed throwing a shirt at me “We have to go” I picked up the shirt, however he hadn’t noticed he had in fact thrown one of his at me, giggling I put it on, as he turned to look at me he just smiled “What am I going to do with you!” He walked over to me, unbuttoning it slowly “If I had time…” He kissed me again, however restrained himself this time, as he knew now, we had to get up and leave.

“I found her” Erwin called out, as I followed behind him, my head hung low “She was…” “Taking a shit no doubt” Levi hissed, looking over at me “Hey shitty glasses! You always pick the wrong times” “I am very regular thank you” Although thinking about it, I was feeling a little bloated these days, maybe it was the lack of working out and the extra food I had been stealing. “Morning everyone” I waved, they were already to leave, I felt awful for making Erwin look bad by turning up late, but of course they were not going to question it. “Section Commander there you are!” Moblit came running “The titans! They are!” “I know! Who did it! Who killed my titans! Sawney! Bean! I will avenge you!” I screamed, raising my hands into the air “Cut it out” Levi snapped “They are titans not humans” “how else am I supposed to study titans when all the ones I need to look at you kill!” I screamed back “Levi! Help me capture two more!” “No” “Please Levi! Just… Just one mor” “You two, stop” Erwin butted in “We have more important things on our case, the Military Police will deal with it now” “Commander!” I cried out “Two more! Please!” “No, I am not risking the lives of our comrades for you to have two more pets” “Moblit?” “Section commander please! Let’s not risk it again!” “I will get them myself” I crossed my arms and looked away from the three men who were all against me “You will thank me when I have found out the source of the titans”

 We left later that day, leaving into the titan filled land behind Wall Maria. Hoping to slim down the number of titans so one day we would make it to the basement in Shiganshina, it was Erwin’s dream to find out what was down there. It seemed peaceful, however you never knew when titans would appear. We were heading to the villages near the forests, to set up a base camp for future expeditions, we would clear it out and hopefully be able to use it in the future. I could see Erwin up ahead of me, he always positioned me close to him, so he was able to keep an eye on me, and so I could also see him, keeping us from worrying on the field of battle. Once we had reached the village it was just a matter of time before we were clearing out the titans, Levi was flying through the air slicing through titan’s napes quickly, followed closely by Mike. The two of them were an unstoppable force of nature. But then I noticed, a small 5 metre titan, he was standing, staring up at me from the roof top. “Hello little one” I smiled down at him “aren’t you a cutie! Do you want to come home with me!” “Section commander” I heard Moblit scream “No!” “But look at him!” I smiled pointing down at him, “MOVE!” Moblit screamed, as I felt a hand reaching down, I anchored against the next building, and started to fly through the air however it was too late, he grabbed me, his tight grip around me, I felt one of my legs being crushed by his grip “SECTION COMMANDER!” Moblit screamed. “HELP!” Moblit started to fly through the air to kill the titan but then I saw a flash of movement, followed by the titan’s grip loosening, I fell from the air, I felt like I was falling forever, before I hit the cold hard ground….

“COMMANDER!” I heard someone shouting my name, as I looked around I saw Moblit flying towards me “COMMANDER!” “What is it?” “Hange! She…” “What! What has happened?” My heart sunk at the sound of Moblit’s voice. What had happened to her? What had she done, I hated how she risked her life to get close to titans, I was surprised Moblit was still alive and hadn’t suffered from a heart attack. “Moblit! Where is she!” “She… is...” He pointed behind him, Mike had her in his arms, carrying her limp body “no…” I muttered, my heart sunk, was she…. Dead? I thought back to the morning, her smiling face beaming up at me, her soft lips on mine. “Take her back to headquarters, Mike go with Moblit, take your squad” “yes commander” “The rest of us, clear the rest of the titans and let’s move out” I had to stay calm, if I freaked out now I would find myself killed too, she must have been alive, I had to tell myself that, she couldn’t be dead, she had so much more to give, I had so much more to give her… I couldn’t bare the thought of living in this world without her. I wanted this expedition to be over, I wanted to be by her side, I didn’t want to be out here without her near me, knowing she was safe, knowing she was alive.

  That evening I rushed back, Mike was waiting for me at the door of the medical bay “Where is she?!” I cried out to Mike, as I walked quickly towards him “Is she okay!?” “It’s… going to be okay” Mike sighed “Her legs though, I thought they were broken but she has twisted both her ankles, she may be bedridden for a while, she is too strong for that dam titan” “Thankgod…” I muttered “Erwin, it will be okay” He put his hand on my shoulder “I promise… but you should speak to Moblit… he ran some tests and well...” “what?” “Just go ask Moblit” I walked through the doors, the corridor seemed to be never ending as I headed towards the ward. Levi was by the door, leaning against the door post, Mike followed me to the door, as I walked in Moblit stood up to greet me. I saw her, lying there, peacefully. She wasn’t awake, her hands laid there by her side, her glasses had been smashed to pieces, leaving cuts on her face. “How… how is she” I said, reaching for her hand, but stopping myself when I realised who I was in front of “How is she?” “Commander…” Moblit stuttered “Did you know if Hange had any relationships with anyone here?” “no…” I lied, looking at Hange “Why?” “Well… I ran some tests, she was looking a little larger than usual… and well… She is erm…” He scratched the back of his head “er… erm…pre” “She’s pregnant” Levi butted in “Shitty glasses is pregnant” “huh…. What?”

My heart froze for a moment, I felt like the whole room was spinning around me…. Hange was pregnant, and I had let her out on expeditions… was I really that cruel? Did she know? But she would have told me… she wouldn’t have kept that a secret from me, that was unlike her. I looked at her, she was carrying my child… my child… I never thought I could become a father, this would mean I could have a family. A smile touched my lips, a tear forming in my eye. “Commander are you okay?” Moblit said, staring at me “I think he needs a moment, he will need to file paper work on this” Mike butted in, moving out the way of the door, “Moblit, if you wouldn’t mind…” “Oh… of course! I will get on with my paper work” “Don’t tell anyone about this” Mike said “it’s for the best” “Yes… Of course, sir” Moblit ran out, “Shall we?” Levi said “Congratulations Erwin” Levi said, his voice seemed smug, almost like he was enjoying this moment. “There will be a small version of shitty glasses running around…Tch” “Let’s go” Mike said, turning around and patted Levi on the shoulder, making Levi brush down his shoulder before the two of them left the room, I was alone with Hange… at last.

I sat on the side of her bed, cupping her calm peaceful face, her breathing was slow, gentle. Like nothing in the world could have hurt her. “My darling…” I cried out, the emotions flowed, everything I had built up from the expedition after seeing her in Mike’s arms. The tears fell onto her chest “I thought I had lost you” My head rested against her chest, I could hear her heartbeat but I still couldn’t hold myself together. I was in despair, the thought that if she would have died today, I would of never of known she was carrying my child, that I was going to be a father. “I am never letting you out of my sight again… I promise” I kissed her cheek, hoping she would wake up, but it was a hopeless case. I sat there, my head on her chest, I closed my eyes, dreaming of the small child that was growing inside of her…

 “Co…. Commander” I muttered, my voice weak from sleeping for too long. My vision was blurred, my head was spinning slightly. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was… titans? Had I been injured? I felt around for my glasses, finding them on the desk, my vision was soon visible as I noticed my goggles had been completely smashed up. Erwin was asleep on my stomach, his back hunched over the bed. I stroked his head, had he been here all night? I tried to sit up but my back was in pain, my ankles and legs hurt. I felt weak. I heard a slight grumble from Erwin as he started to wake up. Opening his eyes slowly because of the movement from me. “Hang...” he groaned “Darling…”  His hand found his way to mine and he held onto it tightly. He slowly rose up, his eyes still partly shut from sleep. “You should go to bed Erwin” I sighed “Have you been here all night?” He nodded as he rubbed his eyes, hoping to wake up quicker. “Go get some sleep” “I can’t” he groaned “I want to stay here” he sounded like a spoilt child, rubbing his eyes and groaning that he didn’t want to go. It was adorable in his own special way. As he stopped rubbing, I saw his bloodshot eyes, his blue eyes were dull, tired and sore. “have you been crying?” I asked gently, holding his hand again, trying to sit up “hange… I was so worried, I would of come sooner but, they would of all been titan food if I had taken you back” “Out of everything you should know I was okay, you have to keep working” “Also… I can’t let you out on expeditions anymore” “WHAT?” I shouted, before I cupped my mouth in surprise of my own voice, my heart sank, was it because I had been too close to a titan and Erwin was getting defensive over me because I had been hurt? “Why!” I moaned, my head hurting. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked into my eyes “Hange” “Tell you what?” I sat there confused, what was I supposed to of told him? I looked back at him, my eyebrow raised, my heart beating fast. “Huh? What has happened?” “Hange… you really don’t know?” “Know what Erwin?!” I snapped back, I didn’t have a clue what he was on about at this very moment in time, what was he going on about? Had the sleepiness got to his head and made him paranoid of the future? “What are you on about?” “you’re….” He put his hand on my lower stomach. “Hange” “What?” “You’re pregnant” He said, a smiling touching his lip, tears welling up in his eyes. I looked at Erwin, before looking at his hand on my lower stomach. “We are going to have a baby Hange” I felt my heart pound within my chest, my head buzzing with excitement. Tears welled up in my eyes as Erwin came closer and hugged me tightly. “My darling we are going to have a family” “Erwin…I…. how do you?” “Moblit told me, he doesn’t know about us, but he was very confused by how it could have happened” He laughed a little. He kissed my forehead “So please, I can’t have you leaving on expedition, I can’t have the possibility of losing you, and our child”

I sat there in complete shock, not knowing what to say, but I had never seen Erwin so happy, his eyes had lost their dull sleepy look and were bright and shining again, his touch was so gentle, it was like he was holding onto the more delicate feather in the world. “Erwin…” I smiled, putting a hand on my lower stomach, I had a little child growing inside of me, and for the first-time science didn’t matter to me, I was going to be a mother, and the mother of Erwin’s child. “We have to prepare, we will need a bigger room, maybe even a house on the headquarters grounds, so we have room for baby, I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl, I think I would like a little girl to be honest beca….” “Erwin, we have a long time to wait yet before our baby will be here” I laughed, watching his excitement burst out of him “So don’t worry too much” “I’m going to be a father” He said, looking down at my stomach “A father…” A smile forming on his lips, he was like an innocent child. “Although if it is a girl, imagine how protective you will be… let alone Mike and Levi” “She will always be safe with us around, she will never be in fear” Erwin smiled “Because I have to protect my beautiful family” He smiled, holding my hand tightly.

7 Months flew past, Erwin had to of course go out on expeditions, however always returned home to me, He was not as risky as he uses to on the field, knowing he had to come home to me, and a rather large bump which was our child. Levi would spend many hours just staring in disbelief at the sight of me, meanwhile Mike was sniffing out, believing it would be a little boy. Erwin had to tell the Survey Corps about the two of us, a lot of the squad wasn’t even surprised by it all. We had been given the top floor of the barracks for ourselves, Erwin and Mike had spent a lot of time rebuilding it, decorating and getting it ready for the baby. “shit…” I felt liquid trickle from my legs “Erwin…. ERWIN!” I screamed as I felt pain fly through me. The commander came running into the room, sliding a little on the floor, his shirt half unbuttoned, his hair a mess. “What? Is it time!?” He smiled, although a look of panic was on his face. “Get the medics NOW!” I screamed as I laid down on the floor in pain “Erwin I swear to god...!” “I’m going! Going!” He shouted, flying out the door as quickly as he could, not even putting his shoes on.  “LEVI!” I could hear him shouting as he ran down the stairs of the barrack building “MIKE!” “god... don’t send them two up…” I moaned as I flung my head back. Erwin decided instead of just finding the medics, he would just shout throughout the grounds that he needed help, causing us to have an audience in the corridor waiting. Apart from Levi who was staying well away from the drama happening in the corridor.

5 hours later, after a lot of pain, I heard a cry, Erwin’s face was bright red, sweating and the look of horror was on his face, I was guessing he never really thought about what I would have to go through to get the child out. “It’s a…” The medic looked at me and smiled “It’s a boy” Erwin smiled, opening his arms to take our little baby boy into his own. As he looked down at his little body, the smile I saw, it was like nothing I had ever seen from Erwin. He sat there on the floor, sliding over to me, to show me our child. “look” Erwin said “look at him” I looked at our child, who was resting in Erwin’s arms. A smile forming on my face, I was exhausted but the sight of him made me want to run around skipping and singing for hours. “Leon” Erwin said, looking at me “What about Leon?” “I like it” I smiled, “Leon Smith” Erwin kissed me on the head smiling to himself “Section commander!” Moblit screamed through the door “What did you have” “It’s a boy!” I shouted back “Leon Smith!”

“I promise you, Hange, Leon… I will never let any harm come to either of you”  

[hillyhipher]

Not the Right Time Fanfiction!

I was on @if-trash-could-speak blog and saw all of these Pyronica X Bill talks and had to make a fanfiction! I'm warning you, English is not my first language so it might sound weird. Please enjoy! (The words in the * * are Ford's thoughts) ~~~~~ Ford gasped as cyan chains grasped his neck and legs. He felt himself being pulled off the ground and levitating in front of his enemy, Bill Cipher. Ford tried to grab at the chains around his neck, they were cool to the touch. “YOU'RE MAKING THIS SO MUCH HARDER THEN IT NEEDS TO BE.” Bill said in his shrill voice, swirling his ‘margarita’. The purple drink smelt like blood and sulphur, it made his eyes burn. “EVERYONE HAS A WEAKNESS TOUGH GUY! I’LL MAKE YOU TALK, IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIM-” Bill stopped talking and looked away from Ford. His eye twitched but he didn't seem to be looking at anything that Ford could see. Maybe he was listening for something? *What are you doing Cipher?* Suddenly, he heard it. Large thumps coming from the other side of a Fearamid. It was getting louder and Ford could hear a gravely voice saying some gibberish. *Must be one of his ‘Henchmaniacs’ as he calls them.* Ford looked at Bill and could clearly see confusion in his eye. Suddenly, it cleared, as if he recognized that awful voice from the hall. Bill groaned and looked back at Ford. “DON’T TRY ANYTHING FORDSY. I’LL BE RIGGHHHTTT BACK.” He said in a singsong voice as he floated towards a door that was behind Ford. It must've been the entrance to his penthouse. Bill brushed against his arm while walking past the old man, it made the appendage numb. Ford drew back a bit and watched Bill disappear in a blue light. He reached up with his hands and tried to pry his neck chain off. He failed. He let his hands dangle and looked around the room. It sure screamed Bill. Especially that picture of the triangle wearing a crown and stepping on Earth. It showed him as he truly was. An egotistical bastard. Ford sighed and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he heard Bill return and he was jerked awake. The room was empty but when Ford turned he saw Bill enter the room from the door. He seemed pissed. “What was it?” Ford said in a confident voice. Bill looked at Ford with confusion, as if he forgot the conversation they just had. He blinked his one eye and looked at the chains he casted on the human. “YOU WOULD LOVE TO KNOW, WOULDN'T YOU SIXER?” The triangle sneered. “NOW WHERE WERE WE…” Bill floated closer to Ford, his dark cartoony hands crackled with electricity. Ford was about to resort with a defence when he heard the loud thumping noise again. This time closer. Bill’s eye turned red and he clenched his fists. “I SWEAR IF THAT IS KRYPTOS AND 8-BALL FIGHTING AGAIN I WILL TURN THEM INTO CONDYLURA CRISTATAS.” The triangle mumbled. Even when taking quietly, Ford couldn't stand his annoying voice. The thumping grew louder and faster, till it was outside the door. Ford saw Bill look over to the entrance and widen his eye. It flashed from red to the regular split pupil. He looked… uncomfortable? *Bill being uncomfortable?! What in the world could make Bill freaking Cipher uncomfortable?* He didn't want to know. Ford looked over his own shoulder and recognized the monster immediately. The Henchmaniac was over seven feet tall and bright neon pink. It had an ‘humanoid’ body with a round head, flaming limbs, messy short pink hair, huge horns, large lips, and one huge eye. It was Pyronica, he remembered her from the nightmare realm. In her fire arms, she held a large dirty white binder that had burns and teeth marks in it’s cover. “Heya Eye Candy! I got the pictures I needed to get!” Pyronica exclaimed in a gravely voice. She opened the binder, showing it was filled with pictures of dead bodies and ancient temples. “I needed Kryptos to do it. He didn't want to but once I showed him a meant business, he was happy to help!” She said, fluttering her one eye. The iris was red. “RONNIE, I'M KINDA IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING.” Bill said, only letting a inch of irritation into his voice. *Eye Candy? Ronnie? Jesus christ I don't want to hear Bill and this practically nude monster chit chat!* As the two monsters spoke, Ford tried to wiggle out of his chains. “Oh! Who is this cutie wootie!” Pyronica cooed, stepping up to Ford. “Hey! It’s the guy that Bill wanted to catch.” She said in a giddy voice. “I thought you turned him into gold, my little angle.” She said, turning to Bill. He looked liked he recovered from her barge in. “HE KNOWS SOMETHING WE NEED IF WE ARE GOING DOWN THIS WORLD DOMINATION ROUTE.” Bill explained. “ONLY THE DIMWIT WON'T TELL ME!” Bill sighed and itched his one large eye. “I WAS ABOUT TO SHOCK THE ANSWER OUT OF HIM BEFORE YOU CAME IN.” “Personally, I prefered him when he was gold…” She said gruffly, patting Ford's back. He expected her fiery hand to burn his trench coat and back. It cooled him instead. “Anyway!” She stepped closer to Bill and he floated back. “I got these cool pictures of places where we can visit after we get out of here!” She opened her binder and turned to the back. She walked back over to Bill and showed him. “Here is Palenque! I heard the humans that used to live there tasted great!” Pyronica said cheerfully. Bill, now getting into it, floated closer to the binder, and looked at the picture of Palenque. “I HAD HAUNTED A COUPLE PEOPLE THERE ONCE. FOR SOME REASON THE PEOPLE THAT LIVED THERE LEFT A SHORT TIME AFTER AND NEVER CAME BACK.” Bill eye seemed to be somewhere else for a second before going back to the binder. “THEY BUILT THESE TEMPLES THAT LOOK LIKE ME AND NAMED IT AFTER THEMSELVES! RUDE IF I SAY SO MYSELF. STILL, IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD TRIBUTE.” Pyronica smiled and turned to look at him. “Were those the people that insisted you press a wooden board against your forehead to make you look more beautiful.” Pyronica smirked, her bucked teeth and fangs poked out. Bill laughed, it made Ford cringe. He hated that laugh. “I SAID I LIKED THEIR TRIBUTE, I NEVER SAID THEY WERE SMART.” Pyronica rolled her eye playfully and looked back at the binder. She pointed one of her flaming fingers to a picture Ford couldn't see. The six fingered human realized his chains were suddenly looser. Bill must be distracted. “Going here would be cool! Only 8-BALL said it rained crazily, and I really don't want my hair to be ruined.” Bill scoffed and pointed to a picture in the binder. “WHY DID YOU PUT A VOLCANO IN HERE?” “Well, I thought we could have a hot tub party here, like what we did with Pompeii!” Pyronica seemed oblivious to the, again, uncomfortable Bill. “YEAH, WE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T OF TURNED ON THOSE JETS.” “Please, you know you turned them on. Even if it wasn't on purpose.” She laughed. “I must’ve gotten you riled up or something!” Pyronica and Bill shared a glance and the triangle quickly looked away. His pupil was about half the size it was usually. Ford, who at the moment was trying very hard not to laugh, met eyes with Bill. The demon’s form flickered red for a few seconds before going back to Pyronica. Ford gasped as his chains tightened sickeningly around his neck and legs. Bill looked at Pyronica and closed the binder shut with his magic. “SORRY TOTS, THIS WAS FUN, BUT I'VE GOT TWINS TO TORTURE AND BUBBLES TO POP.” Bill said smoothly, seemingly over his awkward feelings. “WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO ME LATER, AFTER I OPEN THIS IDIOT'S BRAIN AND FIND THE EQUATION I NEED.” Bill glanced at Ford. “FOR NOW, WHY DON'T YOU GO EAT KRYPTOS OR TEETH?” Pyronica grinned and nodded. “Sure thang boss man!” She sang swiftly. Her gruff singing voice sounded ok but then again, Ford just heard Bill sing earlier so everything sounded alright after that. She patted Bill on the top hat, blew a kiss to Ford, and thundered out of the suite. Bill’s body glowed light blue and he readjusted his hat. Ford remembered once trying to touch the infamous top hat during their researching in Ford’s dreams. He would never forget the look of pure death Bill gave him. He was surprised she survived touching his hat, you would think it's his child. “NOW THAT THAT’S GONE, IT'S TIME FOR TORTURE THE FORDSY. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE CLASSIC WATERBOARDING, OR PERHAPS 500 VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY.” Bill looked at Ford with a cocky expression. He expected to see a terrified face but instead got a face trying to hold back laughter. Bill’s form shimmered red. “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!” The one eyed demon growled. “Why wouldn't I be?” Ford chuckled, ignoring the pressure from the chains on his neck. “The all so clever, smooth talking, deal making Bill Cipher just got flustered over a freaking pink highlighter!” As the moment got longer, Ford laughed harder, and angrier Bill got. The now red and black demon grabbed the chains around Ford’s neck and legs and held him up to his eye. “500 VOLTS IT IS.”

[ionproton]

Don't worry friends!

Remember. I'm Steve B. The Science G.! Inspired by the greats before me. Student of Bill Nye the Science Guy. Teacher of this realm. Artistically keen to perceive the beauty of the elegant universe and comprehend a method for visualizing Infinity. I must say the actual nature and mathematics involved for such a system is truly amazing. To me that's gotta be proof of a God above...Geez you are smart...Or just a hippy scientist like me that enjoys experimentation! So let me report. Order is restored in my network and those attached to me via this connectivity. I hope that my trusted networks can extend to third parties and such...Because technically we are all connected. Tesla was freaking amazing...Not enough credit. Total recommendation for underrated genius of his physical time! As kids will play. Business is business, usual. I recognize that someone needs to take the fall. As founder of Campfire Stories Inc. it is my job to do so to protect my employees. However, my network is one in that regard. Hopefully, however, due to stupid ass contracts and the internet binding us all in a way...I hope my amazing lawyer can make an argument that can cover everyone on my planet as safe. I'll get grounded for that. That's my L. Games are games. We need to remember it's all fun until it isn't. I recommend making sure to live within means as credit debt creates these bigger issues. Hopefully though the higher ups in management have an insurance plan or at least a love for the game and respect of what their amount of wealth can do in terms of providing assistance. Collaboration really goes a long way. My Dad will kill me and probably think I am crazy but I believe whatever I have I'll happily share to help out however I can. I don't have much right now. But after careful studying, I find the story of Amazon's creation very inspirational. They continued to invest in their company and employees before taking anything for themselves. That's beautiful. Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg also have incredible wealth and give back a lot as well. I hope that if I were ever to be of a status of wealth that I'd be able to clear the debts of the less fortunate or just contribute to the greater good...I would in a heart beat. The best I can do right now is promise that I will die for this belief and legacy of self. Hopefully, that allows me to go first before anyone on my team. I will catch the L for my team. However I need to. I know they will pick me up and be strong when I'm weak. I do the same when they are weak. Our team understands through artistic, educated, and sometimes playfully goofy wishful thinking that contributing to the greater good is how momentum is maintained. It pays to be educated by the birds and the bees it seems. Lucky primates! Reptiles very sneaky for finding a place inside as well. Evolution is truly beautiful. So this probably brings us to closing point. Remenber, games are fun. Discussions are meant to share ideas. Say bad words...Listen to me...Or don't. Think for yourself. Don't be PC around me ..I'm actually learning I'm horrible with computer stuff! But, I see the humans love it. So it has to stay. But we need to make sure that we are modeling to lower levels how to do things...A respect for culture but love for the game. Ultimately, closing the loop...Someone has to pay...Remember...If you and friends are doing your thing....Pay for your shit or throw down...All good. Live within means. Boom. You are safe all around. Upper management, I don't know how y'all will settle that. I merely restored order at my level and will model good vibes when in public as people naturally feed their negativity to me and i put it into my special top secret anti-matter converter and turn it into a wave form that resonates with everyone and releases dopamine and serotonin...Or whatever preferred neurotransmitters an individual likes at a safe level. I believe in doing so, my mere presence will help others not seek outside substances for euphoria...Or at least too much...Just a possible solution to help the addicts that are struggling. I hurt for them and know that pain. That's why I would like to ask for the touch. Not all for myself of course, but just for reasons that I will use it to be a bringer of heavenly love as God would want. My trade-off is that this can be my hell. So that means when I see others around I'm happy! That means I made it to heaven! Even if they are having a bad day, the energy feeds off each other...It's crazy! I'm telling you Tesla is a MFG! I'm sure I made a mistake somewhere and some grammar Nazi will catch it...But they will most likely be an asshole about it. If memory serves correct, Germany doesn't do too well in that war. But, the innocent should not have to pay for the crimes of the wicked. That is not a burden anyone should bear. Own your actions, control yourself, and be aware of your influence. Hopefully though that doesn't make people stay inside. We should be able to interact with one another. That's why I make a move that a new patch or initiator be implemented. "You invented Facebook" or "you invented the internet" are said too much right now. So unless we at least just set maybe like a 10 year or 5 year time limit for peace...Let's actually see what Trump can do to get America out of this mess and see how other countries handle their debt. I know that all that money being moved overseas means when their markets crash they will be in worse off shape than US. Hopefully we can use this as a time to join together as a planet and embrace diversity. We were born into this. It isn't our fault. But it can't hurt to believe that their are powers above who may help restore order. I'm sure it would be great for customer loyalty and acquisition as well. Again, whatever loss or blame I need to take, or someone wants me to own and say in camera (for a fee) I will. If I receive funds for services I will consider that as a transfer of property so...Yeah...I will own it. I just don't like lying though. I won't lie in business matters. As for the ultimate L, I think Douglas Adams Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy makes a good point. God made creation for some reason. Imagine if God were to see this pain and anxiety...They would want to do whatever they could to fix it. For that, if that doesn't at least deserve some mother fucking respect...I don't know what does. Has mine though. That's why I'm willing to die to protect that honor. Luckily JC has taken care of the martyr aspect. So I guess that leaves me to wait to worry for grandfather time or mother nature. I dont know. Users decide! Or random chance...Whatever... Hopefully this helps higher ups know that everything is clear here. Got the green light, blue skies, and the pearls jam because yellow ledbetter. The purp helped an activist wake me to get after this. It's the flow maestro and let it be known. I'm trying to earn wings back so I can get home. But that comes when it does...So I'll let nature take its course. That should also take care of who has to lose. Obviously my enemies (in the scope of the past few months....Since the creation of trying to make it a positive only place here...It became fake and phony. Just be you. You don't have to be liked. Just respect or indifference is all I would ask I find could. But my students need to see that I am who I say I am. Or at least who they always said I was..."the cool teacher"...I only ever said cool teacher if students are learning. So hopefully this is a learning event for all. Especially in knowing your place.) I have nothing but love from me to you. I'm aware of the implications and if anything have a sense of freedom now. My problems are of a much grandeur nature that I don't have to worry about simple shit like matching clothes and showering. There are technologies that need to be invented or unlocked and at appropriate times such that we dont have to destroy this planet. Let's just move and terraforn a new one! Essentially that's where business is going to be going...The colonization of more space. Where's the space come from? Well, if we were to model reality as a simulation then I guess the problem started when the 4th wall was broken. Now people don't know which side they are on. However, I've noticed that the internet benefits both parties. I recommend that collaboration and linkage helps ensure proper representation and operations even if someone is not around. Trust is important. Knowing I got you on this side of you got me there....Were good then! Just tell me what to do and I will! Up and forward, always. Rate is limiting step, however, that is solely up to others path or way. That's why we all have our own paths and they are independent of each other's. However, again, collaboration makes for amazing innovation and solutions even in the presence of failures. Learning is a messy process. Mistakes are expected. So to end this. So I may go out and mingle with some cuties...I hope I have said enough for upper management to know that I'll play my part and understand this must occur for business to continue. Hopefully, it earns respect. If not. .There's always a 1v1 freestyle that continues with me...I love that shit. I won't be the goat for long...If I am at all. .I actually think Em is by far. But if I need to show my mentor what he has done in terms of inspiring me to be a force of change for the better, even with shitty and emotionally hard topics, then music is my key. One of them. Writing too. To all my artists, creatives, Jedi, hope warriors, and followers of the light...I love you even if we haven't met. Thank you for inspiring me and helping me overcome my imbalances and come to know myself. I can't thank you enough. But to know that we are truly in a new time and age...To know that I am relying on your above expertise to help continue my progress that must feel amazing. I hope to leave a legacy like that. That's truly amazing. Please know that whatever evil you have done in terms of service or whatever I am owning that. And to ensuring that the innocent stay innocent and unaware...I protect it. However, when more awake...We need to make sure that the agents are ready to help assimilate. Technically I have a 5 year NDA on my app...With proof of concept...I'm good regardless. Obviously I may not share the same personal beliefs as you, I hopefully have demonstrated that I will stand for what I believe to be the betterment of society. I have the ability to remove myself from NY physical body. Not sure what that means...Maybe some discussion can help keep this thing going. Also please share... And remember...I fucked up somewhere....Shitty first drafts....Stuff in the past....Not me today. I've upgraded. Hopefully my friends were all taken care of first. I did bad shit I had to repent for. If someone did me dirty, they don't have to say shit. Perfect past is just that. The past. Anyone that still comes around is loved by me. Forgiving myself was hard. Anyways... Angels above take care of shit. I don't know how...But I know this helps. Thanks for everything. And again, remember if demons needed to be cleansed before their ascent....They may use me as a vehicle or conduit. I will scribe whenever I get zapped. I'm here whenever ya'll need. Hopefully you respect me when I say enough is enough. But I am a lifelong learner. I seek to learn more about you God as it appears my ability to communicate in multiple dimensions is working. I know what can be shared and what can't as well. But this open confession should help be a perfect indicator of where I stand in place. Again, whatever mistake I made. I own it. Whatever L needs to be taken to protect innocent, kids, ignorant, business, recreation, life, and earth...I will. Staying rooted in reality I know not to claim any companies or have identity crisis and think I am anyone more than me. Me me me. A meme. Notice that I am being serious on spiritual level as I am committed to God. But, also able to still laugh. Please don't make me become a holy roller...Allow me to be me so I don't come across as a hippocrit or self righteous asshole. I am not PC. I curse. I have drinks. I smoke cigarettes...Although that will be a habit I get around too once things calm down...I know ..I know...If not now, when? If this is now a matter that we are 1v1 then allow me to own the Satan character such that you are elevated. I'm not evil. But as an actor, I know sometimes a role needs to be played even though it isn't me. Whatever is needed to protect your honor G. And who is G? Any conscious energy form that perceives what in sending out and resonates with me. I love it. I love what has become of me. I know not to keep it all or expect the moment forever...However synergy and resonance really elevate the planet.. were jamming. Hope you make it down someday. Until then, I'll figure out my part. Just let me know...Get me on here or whatever communication device you can find me. It may not be me personally. But if it is someone acting in my name I can promise that they will know I expect to be represented well.. although I am not to be held accountable for their actions. I'm only saying blank page today and I'll do whatever is needed to make that a possibility. Earth gets a reset? Or whatever.. users decide....Im not worried about that shit. I'm going for a beer with T. I'll fix mistakes or whatever later....Actual good memes and trolls welcome and respected. Shit posts are still shit. Then fortune I am worth? Moot. Not why I do this. What do I look like? Well...Check FB...And look at the profile picture....You may recognize me! If not, I recommebd Drake - Know Yourself as a starter. I'm going to smoke herb too. Said it God. But if I'm taken the trouble and punishment coming. In making it known. Im not jesus. I'm a sinner like anyone else. But I would never do that behavior around children. (Thank you to the editor/publisher that makes sure that last part isn't conveyed to kids.) "Shit dude...With what you are willing to stand for and protect...You could have like a whole keg if you wanted!" That's excess. Plus I lost 100 lbs. I'm not trying to do that life again. I'm cool with where I'm at. Anyone that doesn't fucking respect that and still has something to say about this matter can take the stage. Otherwise....It's almost time for the headliner...So if you're performing tonight...Or at all....Be artistic! Be you! I love you and art is amazing! Pay no attention to the haters, nayseighers, and enemies! I was gonna say fuck the haters...But that would imply boys rule and girls drool. Which obviously is true...But I still like to hold doors and be a gentleman....Come on guys...Watch your manners here! More to come. Will do this as long as I am physically in this form. iOnProton (True internet friends should like that SN. I didn't realize how bad ass it was until I started noticing my writing coming true today even through I wrote it in the past. If we've been here before and I fucked up or did you wrong. .Again...Im sorry. It was never you. It was always me.) 1-24-17 11:11 pm. Ok. Beers. Girls. Friends. Leave me alone for a while!