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Leather & Lace 3

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Warnings- smut, unprotected sex, soft dom H, slight degradation, praise kink, impact play, light choking, etc all the good stuff.

Y/N padded out of his bedroom with his shirt hanging down on her form. Standing in his kitchen, he placed the glass down with a clink, watching her as she came closer. Glasses on her nose, makeup freshly off, hair tossed on top of her head, and something in her hand. “There she is.” He smiled, leaning against the corner of his countertops. “Took a minute didn’t you? Cinnamon rolls are almost done”. The stock he kept in his fridge for her favorite treat was put to use tonight. 

“Amazing.” She beamed, coming up to him. “Sit on the stool, please. I brought a makeup wipe so I can get your eyeliner off, cause I know you’re gonna whine that you’re tired later and then you’ll whine when you get a stye.” Y/N had been through this before a million times. 

“Always thinking ahead, aren’t you Butterfly?” He laughed, tapping her nose with his fingertip and not bothering to argue. It was true. He would definitely do that, and it wouldn’t be the first or last time he did. “Alright. Be gentle with me please, m’delicate”. 

Closing his eyes, he felt her warm fingers angle his face where she wanted before the cool wipe made contact with his skin. 

“So delicate with your bruised and split knuckles, hm? What did the poor punching bag do to you this week? Does he owe you money?” One of his favorite things about Y/N since day one had been her banter. They could go back and forth and she was quick to respond. It was playful, always, but she did tend to get more out of him when she approached it this way. She was asking why he’d been upset this week and been hitting the bag so aggressively and without gloves. 

Considering they had just made it official 2 hours ago, she was the best girlfriend ever. She wouldn’t push if he didn’t want to say it and he knew the girl would just nod and move on if he said he didn’t want to talk about it, but he found himself wanting to spill every single thought that crossed his mind to her. Y/N just didn’t have a clue. 

“Mm. My father called me.” He said softly into the cinnamon scented air. The sweetness made the bitter notes of his words a bit easier to tolerate. “Just same old shit, y’know? Nothing I do is gonna be good enough. Even though I’m successful in my own right, he’s always got to add those digs in.” The tumultuous relationship between Harry and his father had always been a sore spot. They weren’t enemies and he didn’t hate him, no, but their relationship had been rocky since Harry had gone to uni and not followed in his footsteps. He tried to be supportive in his own way but it was obvious that he disapproved.

Even though he was a grown man and he had plenty of other people proud of him, it always stung. “Sucks sometimes, that I want his approval. It’s the tiniest bit in me, a speck, but I can always feel it when I talk to him. It’s been a few years since the whole blowout and it’s gotten better but I just have to get over it, I guess. I don’t think he ever will.” Even though his sister had done what he wanted Harry to do, it wasn’t the same in his eyes. 

“I can only imagine.” There was a delicate pause as she got underneath his waterline. “But it’s okay to be upset about it, you know?” She always tried to tread lightly while also being truthful. It was a sensitive subject and the girl knew it. “He’s your dad. It’s going to bother you because we’re literally wired to want our parents' acceptance. It’s human nature.” Gentle swiping over his eyes got the pencil liner off, but she was thorough with it. Besides, she had a feeling he’d prefer his eyes closed for this sort of talk.  “I’m sorry that it’s like that for you, H. I know my words won’t replace his but I’m extremely proud of you and all you’ve done. Hopefully he’ll come around and see all that the rest of us do but… if he doesn’t? That’s a him problem.” 

Harry didn’t know how she managed to always say the right things. The knot in his throat shrunk from the comfort she gave him, her tender handling of both his physical being and his heart. This was the reason he wanted more with her. Almost anyone could get him to nut off, but not a single other person made his heart feel like this. Just as she’d said earlier, he felt completely safe with her in a way he didn’t even know he needed. Before her, he hadn’t realized how uncomfortable he was around people, but she showed him a brand new point of view. 

In the past, he’d opened himself up slightly to one girl. One girl who had used him and fucked his best mate, who he caught in the act. It had walled up the rest of his emotions in iron, not wanting even a crack to get into him because why would he? He’d never thought she or he would do that to him, never had any suspicion until about a month before when he saw glances across the room- but it turned out it wasn’t just his birthday outing they’d been planning. 

Then this girl had come along with her warmth and rusted the iron, getting it worn and cracked until there was a Y/N shaped hole for her to fill. She was understanding of his somewhat snarky nature, never took it personally and had stuck by him even when he’d tried to push her away. 

There had only been one time when he had been somewhat successful and it made his stomach twist and chest ache when he thought about it. It was far earlier on In their friendship, a few weeks in actually. She’d caught him on a bad day, coming up to him outside with her chatterbox open and running asking if he wanted to go to the cafe with him and that she had a surprise- and he’d snapped at her. He’d been rougher with his words than he meant to, honest, but he wanted to be alone and said as much in a not as nice manner. He’d watched her shoulders drop and the sparkle quite literally leave her eye as she looked towards the ground with a nod as even then when he least deserved it, she tried to be understanding.

 Something in him cracked when he heard the slight quiver in her voice when she apologized for being annoying and he’d looked up to see tears in those eyes and… fuck. His stomach dropped to his feet, watching her bottom lip quiver as she reached into her bag and grabbed the candy bar she’d grabbed from the vending machine after her class had ended, handing it to him before she scurried off. It was clear she hadn’t been tearing up for attention from how quickly she had left him, and with a candy bar in hand he felt completely nauseous over how he’d treated her. 

He couldn’t shake the feeling even as he gathered his things and called out for her, throat thick as his bad day got worse only by his own accord. Her lack of presence was felt, coldness settling in his bones when he realized what he’d truly done. It was then that he vowed to never treat her like that again. Y/N had been the sweetest thing in the world to him, got him his fucking favorite candy and was excited to study with him and he’d gone and fucked it all up. Made her fucking cry. She’d been long gone by the time he stumbled back into the pathway but he was already trying to make it right.

In the end he had showed up at her door with a teddy bear in hand along with her favorite candy and some take away, feeling like a kicked puppy as she opened her door and he had seen her swollen eyes and lips. It had been the most heartbreaking thing he ever saw and he apologize profusely when she let him in even when he didn’t deserve it, hugging her on his own accord for the first time and running fingers through her hair as she insisted she forgave him. ‘Everyone has those days and I’m sensitive, I know.’ Is what she said. 

Some days even still he thought about that as he watched people take advantage of her and it made him even more motivated to take care of her. 

In these sort of moments it felt hard not to think about loving her. Even in his rough and tumble sort of persona, she treated him tenderly. Held his arm, brushed his hair back, fixed his tangled necklaces, Y/N had treated him with a delicacy that he didn’t know he needed. 

As soon as the makeup wipe was pulled away, he opened his eyes and cupped her cheek to pull her in for a kiss. It had already been hard to keep his lips to himself, but this situation… it was his new obsession. “You know you’re perfect, right?” He asked against his current addiction, pressing another kiss to them. “Just… I dunno how you always know how to say the right shit. It scares me sometimes, y’know? Sometimes it feels too good to be true, that you… that you’re some sorta dream, but you’re not. And now you’ve told me you’re mine, and M’really fucking nervous about fucking it up but I’m going to do everything I can to be the best for you. Alright?” 

The emotion had slipped off his tongue without his permission but for one of the first times in his life he didn’t regret it. Her lips curled against his in that breathtaking smile he adored, tossing the wipe to the side as she wrapped an arm around his neck. “Harry… I don’t expect perfection. I know relationships… they take time to build. You aren’t some sort of build-a-boyfriend to me. I like you because you’re you. I like the grumpy, sarcastic, scowly bits of you. I always have. You’ll fuck up, I’ll fuck up, it’ll be a whole thing and then guess what?” Pulling back, she took in his face with her soft gaze. “We’ll fix it up again and it’ll be stronger. As long as you don’t cheat on me? I’m yours. And we both know you really aren’t capable of that.”

Harry would rather saw his hand off than cheat. He’d seen what it had done to him, so putting anyone else through that would be disgusting on top of hating the concept to begin with. He’d cut off people he knew for cheating on their partners and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. “M’glad you know.” He sighed. In a weird way, this talk was making him aroused. Hearing how she liked him, that she knew they’d work, it just… it did something to him. “You look perfect in my clothes.” That too. Yeah, that had something to do with the thickening happening in his pants.

“I like wearing them. I always have. I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for a while, you know.” She teased, leaning into his body and letting her tits press up against him as she kissed his jaw lightly. “It always made me feel like yours when you let me wear them.” 

“You’ve been mine.” The dark grumble of his voice was a telltale sign that the words had pleased him. “Regardless of title, you’ve been mine for a while.” It was true and the both of them knew it. Harry’s eyes had been blind to anything but her for a long time and it had been painfully obvious when he hadn’t been able to get it up for other people not too long after meeting her.  Or had to think about her in order to nut off. 

“I know.” The confirmation was warm as she felt his hand travel down to rest above her ass. “And I was hoping you’d been mine for a bit but I’m pretty sure I was. You like to talk when you’re getting head, huh?” The smile was teasing and maybe he should be flushed at that but it was just another layer of arousal for him to remember her on her knees with his cock tucked between puffy lips and drool down her pretty chin. 

“No, actually. Jus’ with you.” He said truthfully. “I was… more of a hit it and quit it with the other people if m’honest. Know I babbled a bit but it felt really fucking good.” They could both feel he was hard now and the awkwardness of the last encounter on his end was gone. “Never expected you to be filthy, though. Thought you’d be a bit more shy but… I like that you were gagging for it just as much as I was.” Over the fabric of his shirt he gripped her ass, a nice handful as he squeezed and watched her eyes flutter shut at the feeling. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you properly. I’ve been dying to taste you,’to feel you. But I need t’know what you like.” 

“A bit of leather and lace.” Was the answer. Long lashed eyes peered up at him as she tipped her head back to look at him. “Sweet and spice. Nice and mean. Be sweet to me and call me a slut again. Spank me and kiss it better. That’s what… it’s what I’ve always imagined with you.” Her words were slightly more hesitant now but she didn’t back down. “You can be a little rough with me as long as you baby me later. I’ve never been…” she paused for a moment as she bit her lip. “I’ve never been fucked right. People treat me like I’m some delicate little toy which, I can be and I like sometimes but… I’ve always known you’d be able to give me the deep one I want. The type to make me lose my breath. Right?” Her fingers curled around his wrist that still rested on her cheek and trailed it down to have his hand rest against her throat. “You can throw me around a bit and make me take it. I can still be a doll for you, but maybe one you use a little bit.” 

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Harry’s mouth was torn between being dryer than the desert and watering down his chin at her descriptors of what she wanted. His hands held her ass and her throat and she was handing herself over on a silver platter as his cock twitched in between them, eager to get to work on her. “Fuck me…” he whispered hoarsely, thumbing over the side of her neck before giving a tiny squeeze. Just a bit, watching her face as he did so. She melted almost immediately and it was then he got the confirmation that she'd been hand crafted for him. Eyes glazed over and a weak, precious whine escaping her mouth and vibrating against the hand covering her throat, he couldn’t hold himself back from kissing her hard. Gathering her as close as possible with his hand keeping its grip for half the kiss before releasing it and using it as a guide to keep her close. “You’re going to ruin me, and M’gonna love every fucking second of it.” 

—-

It had happened quite quickly. The buzz of the oven interrupted them, the only reason Harry even slightly entertained it was so he didn’t burn the place down. He had been quick to toss them on the counter and lost the oven not before picking her up and bringing her into his bedroom. 

“If I died right now, I’d be okay.” He whispered as he looked at her bare cunt. The panties had been discarded and his lips kissed her inner thighs, nosing over the sensitive skin and watching her react to him. “You’re so gorgeous. Smell so fucking good, Butterfly. Gonna have t’tear me away from this pussy.” It was not a joke. 

Kissing over the mound, he spread her open and gave a long lick over the expanse of her slight and yeah- yeah. He was addicted. Licking deeper into her, he felt himself melt into a frenzied version of himself as he let his tongue explore her. Fingers buried in his hair as she gripped him, stomach jumping as she panted at the feeling of his mouth on her. 

Harry had enjoyed giving head before, was no stranger to eating pussy, but this was different. There had never been this all encompassing need to make her cum over and over again on his tongue, that greed that settled in his gut as he heard her moan his name and spread her legs further for him. Welcoming him and his touch. 

He didn’t hold back. Y/N had told him what she wanted and he knew her well enough now to understand. 

“Sweet.” He mumbled against her. “So fuckin’ sweet. Course you are, Butterfly. Fuckin’ perfect, every inch.” Kissing her clit he felt her jump, chuckling as he did it again before licking over the sensitive pearl. “M’gonna make you cum on my tongue, and then M’gonna give you the fuck you needed. I’ll be so nice to you, baby. So sweet, get you nice and fucked out the way you need. Promise.” 

Harry was going to fulfill that promise. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he gave soft, pulsing suckles as he slipped a finger inside of her and felt her hips buck off the bed. 

It was only a introduction, a sneak peek of what he’d feel around his cock but he had to remind himself not to blow too early as he felt her clenched around his digit. Tight and hot and silky against his hand, he groaned against her cunt and nuzzled deeper into it as he settled in. 

“H-Harry… oh my god.” She sighed out, slowly grinding against his face. “Oh my god, you… you’re so good at this. I’ve never….” Never came from this, which was something that pissed him off when he put the pieces together but he knew he’d wear the title of the first one to be successful proudly. Ideally, no one else would ever have it again. He had no plans on giving this obsession up. 

He hummed against her, meeting her eyes as she looked down at him with her messy hair and her bitten lips, mouth opened in the cutest little ‘o’ shape and her brows furrowed. Her clit was throbbing against his tongue and he couldn’t get enough, sucking a bit harder as he added a second finger inside of her. 

“Oh fuck, oh- just like that. Your fingers are big.” She whimpered, making him chuckle against her. Of course they were compared to her own. He had imagined that exact thing in this bed, imagining her in her own room with her fingers stuffed inside her drippy cunt and his name peeling off hers lips as she made herself orgasm. 

Making himself pull back, he fucked his fingers into her and enjoyed every bit of the noise it made. He’d made her wet like this, he’d gotten her to be a sopping mess and he enjoyed every single second of feeling it on his fingertips. “I know, baby. But my cock is much bigger and I need to get you prepped for it. You’re plenty wet…” he purred, leaning over her and keeping her eyes as he pursed his lips and spit right over her clit. “Just need to make you cum and you’ll be nice n’ready for me.” 

There wasn’t a hint of hesitation as he went back in, spreading his spit with his tongue before returning to his motions. He could feel it in her actions, how she clenched around his fingers, pulling her clit into his mouth over and over again as she got more and more wet around his fingers with difficulty not bucking into him. 

“I want it, I need it. I’ve been thinking a-about it for so long. I need you to fuck me, H.” Her voice was different than he’d ever heard it. More whiny, a tinge of desperation to the sweet sound he was obsessed with, and every bit of hot as he knew it would be. 

“I will, baby. Promise. Jus’ let go for me. I can feel you’re close.” He coaxed, curling his fingers just so and watching as her head fell back against the duvet as his lips continued the pull of her clit. 

It was hotter than he could’ve imagined. When she came a few minutes later, he watched her hand grip his hair and the other her own breast as she let out the prettiest noises and whines of his name as she trembled, hips bucking again into his mouth as she tumbled over the edge.

He held her steady with a happy noise, pulling off her clit with one last soft suckle and a kiss but kept his fingers inside of her as he moved back up her body to kiss her mouth. She welcomed it, both hands grabbing his face and not minding the mess she made on his chin and nose from his healthy exploration of her. Mumbled of praised were echoed between their kisses, slow pumps of his fingers working her through the orgasm as she rocked her hips into his hand. 

“Harry, I need it.” Her eyes met his. “I’m clean, I just- I need it, I need you inside me now.” Her neediness wasn’t something he’d been privy to before and it was more than satisfying, but he had to admit that what made him feel even better was knowing she wanted to go bare. He’d

Gotten tested just a few weeks ago at his appointment which was a bit of serendipity, he supposed, because now he was going to get what he had been stroking off to the most. 

“Yeah? Y’sure?” He whispered, watching her nod as he slowly pulled his fingers from her cunt and quickly cupped over it, soothing her. “You’re a dream. Y’know that, baby?” A laugh of disbelief echoed from his chest as he slowly pulled his hand back and slipped his pants off. His shirt had been tossed in the midst of things and he wanted hers off too, even if the idea of fucking her in his tee shirt was appealing. Later. 

She was receptive to it, letting him tug it off and exposing her to him again. 

He had to take a moment to simply enjoy her. 

Harry had always appreciated how beautiful she was but he also had to take a second to be thankful that she let him see her at her most vulnerable. That he got to see her in the most delicate state, one he was going to be the only one to see. Spread thighs and bare tits and soft tummy, all his. His, his, his. 

“M’so happy you’re mine.” He whispered, running a hand over her stomach as his other fisted his cock. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Not jus’ your body but your whole being. And I hope you know how much it means t’me that you’re letting me be yours too.” It hit him then, watching her peer up at him. He was being entrusted with a damn near golden heart and there were no plans on doing anything but cherishing it. 

“H…” she whispered, motioning him to come to her. He did, as he always will, buttoning their lips together as he nudged his tip through her wet slit and felt her sigh, wrapping her legs around his hips. “You are perfect. I adore you and- and I’m happy you’re letting me be yours too. You make me feel so good in all the ways possible and I just want to be as close as I can get.” 

There was no room left for debate. 

He began to push into her, watching her face as he filled her. It was slow at first, letting himself pace themselves considering he knew very early on that this would have to be a multiple round night because there was no way he’d be satisfied with just one. Y/N had been the object of his affections for a long while now and finally getting to be with her in the way he’d craved had lit him up. 

“There we are…” he whispered as he was fully inside of her. “You feel so good on me, Butterfly.” A kiss pressed to her lips, slow rocking into her for the beginning of this. The man fully intended to give her what she wanted but the first few moments would be tender and soft, show a true appreciation of her. The soft yellow light of his lamp next to his bed lit up the side of her face, shadows across the other side. Her hand held his bicep and the other on the back of his neck as she let out a shuddering breath, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed kisses all over her face.

It was a high, feeling her heat on him. She was everywhere, capturing every bit of him yet again. Tugging him deeper into a trap he had no plans on escaping from. The slow rocking of their hips garnered a hitch in her breath, still sensitive from her orgasm moments ago but taking in every moment she could. Every second felt special and precious. 

“You don’t even know….” He breathed. “Don’t even know how much I think about this. Made me feel like a perv for a bit, seeing you in my shirt last week… then you crawled into my lap and you ruined me.” It was hard to keep it from spilling out.  “I couldn’t run anymore from how you m-make me feel. And then y’put your mouth on me, near begged to, made me feel fucking crazy. I’ve been waiting all week to get my hands on you again… but this is the best day.” The fact that she was officially his and she was holding on to him, letting out a sweet sigh as he began to pull out the slightest bit and pushed back in. 

“I thought about it too.” She admitted, though it felt hard to talk. “I wanted this and-and I wanted you and m’so happy right now.” Her eyes watered a bit and fuck, fuck, fuck.  He cooed, shaking his head as he kissed her again. His sweet girl, crying because she had wanted him just as much as he had wanted her. 

“M’yours, Butterfly. All yours, and… M’not gonna let you go. Promise. You can have me as many times, as many days, as you want.” The man doubted that she’d ever truly understand how much this meant to him, how much she meant to him. That she’d look past his shitty attitude and stuck by him long enough to see the real parts, the softer ones. Hell, she made him want a relationship when he had never thought he’d want one again.

Harry was unequivocally hers, body and heart.

It stayed slow for a while, deep kisses and soft moans, but he could feel her start to get restless. He was very aware of part of his appeal to her- the rough and tumble. So when he felt her start to squirm, he took her throat again and held her back down, keeping his slow pumps as he watched her eyes hood and a soft mewl fall from her lips as she clenched around his cock. “Impatient girl. You’re tryin’ to rush me, hm?” He whispered, squeezing the sides of her throat momentarily. “I told you I’d fuck you right. But I wanted to appreciate you, make you feel how much I adore you. Is that not enough for my girl?” 

Y/N shook her head, panting as her legs tightened around his waist. “M’sorry.  I’m not trying to rush you, promise. I just feel so good n’I want more.” 

“Of course she does. Pretty little doll wants some more.” He crooned, clicking his tongue. “Being stuffed to the brim and stretching that tiny cunt isn’t enough for you. You told me about this, warned me. Told me you liked a bit of both.” Pulling out a bit more, he slid back in with a bit of force that caught her breath. “So you’re tired of being my sweet girl… you want to be a whore?”

There was something about the delicacy in the way he said it, the way it was silky and smooth and so unlike how the word would usually be delivered that had her moaning out loud. He was so, so nice to her and she loved it but it was clear she needed some more. Thankfully she had come to the right place. 

“Okay, okay. You want t’be a cute little slut. I see how it is, my darling.” He grinned, containing the slightly rougher pace. “Jus’ let me look at this gorgeous face a bit longer, and then I’ll flip you on your hands and knees so you can bury your face into the bed while I make you cum.” 

Harry had a hard time controlling himself knowing that she wanted to be roughed up. His angelic Y/N, wanted to be pounded out into the mattress. The original thought was that he’d have to work her up to that and see if she liked it, maybe a spank or two, but here she was. Gushing on her cock from the mere mention of being fucked harder. 

“Do you want me to spank that pretty ass?” He questioned, listening to the squelch of her cunt with each pass inside of her. His personal heaven. “Make it hot? How much do you want, Butterfly?” 

“I want anything.” She promised. “Please spank me and- and choke. I want to feel it tomorrow.” It was apparent now that she really did crave it, bucking into his thrusts and getting wetter the harder he got. He was going to have such a good time learning her body. How it ticked, what got her off, what made her squirm. It was a whole new facet to their relationship that he was giddy to explore. 

“I’ll give you anything you want, my gorgeous girl.” He promised. “Make the prettiest fuck doll out of you.” 

Harry kept his promise. 

Y/N squealed as he pulled out, flipping her over and hissed at his hands spreading each side of her ass open. “Look at you… you piece of art.” He sighed. “M’gonna mark this canvas up. Never imagined bruising you before but… what my girl wants, she gets.”

The first spank was a quick one, making her yelp as he stuffed himself back into her needy hole. It was exposing her, letting him have access to her cunt and ass and it was obviously exhilarating from how she clenched before pushing back into him for more. “You liked it.” The man smirked, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands. “We’re going to get on perfectly in the bedroom, aren’t we Butterfly?” 

From there, Harry let loose. Keeping a hand on her hip and the other holding her ass, giving swats to the skin as he fucked into her deep and thorough. He watched in awe as her ass rippled every time it met his thighs, the sound of skin slapping and her whimpers filling his bedroom. Her cunt was hot and so fucking wet he was surprised he hadn’t slipped out yet, creamy and soft but keeping him in tight. 

He’s heard Y/N babble before, but all she could come up with was whimpers and whines of his name, more, and again when he smacked the round of her ass. It was unexpected, but he was eating up every single movement, every noise she squeaked out. It felt incredible to know he was the one doing it. He had been the one to make her lose that soft shell and got deep into the underbelly, literally and metaphorically, burying deep inside of her with each tuck. “That’s my girl, taking it so well. I adore you, y’know that?” He cooed. “Love this hot cunt. Think M’gonna stay inside of it for a while, what do you think?” There was no answer but a punched out breath from his cock. “Mmm… I think so too. You did say you wanted t’be my whore.” The tone was slightly condescending but it was evident quickly that she reacted well to that. 

For all the time he’d been thinking about this, reality was much sweeter. With her taste on his tongue and her arousal smeared all over his cock and forming a creamy ring around the base of his cock with each squelching fuck into her needy and willing hole, he couldn’t have imagined something better. Something so unfiltered and raw, going bare inside his candy sweet girl who had overtaken his life. 

What really set her off, though, was his fingers tucking under her and finger her slippery and swollen clit, rubbing over it firmly, she moaned loud and clear, panting into the air as she clumsily grabbed his wrist as if to keep it there. Like he’d pull it away. “I see it baby, I feel it. You jus’ needed that clit played with. You’re gonna cum for me.” He breathed in an amazed chuckle. “Gonna cum all over my cock so I can fill you to the brim and keep you full and warm.” 

Y/N didn’t need much more than that. His cock in her tummy and his fingers at her clit, ass burning slightly from his swats. He felt it the moment it began, the fluttering around his prick and her hitch of breath as she got his name falling from her mouth and the slight tense of her body before she fell apart on him.

The prettiest sight he’d ever seen in his life. It was then that he swore he’d do his best to see it as many times as he possibly could, which would be a blessing or a curse depending on what the girl underneath him thought of overstimulation. 

Which was why even as he growled out, spilling into the perfect cunt that milked him, he kept thrusting. Slow and sloppy now, feeling his load dripping from her and onto the bed, he continued with his fingers on her clit as she squirmed. His cock fucked the cum right into her, massaging it into her walls as he kissed her skin. “‘Nother one. Gimme another one, my baby. Show me how much y’love being my sweet little whore.”

The sensitivity was probably to blame with how fast the second one came, shaking slightly as she let out the weakest whine of his name before pushing his hand away. Even though he could’ve done it over and over, he hummed and listened to her cue, turning them onto their sides and kept himself snug inside of her. He’d clean her up in a bit, bring her to the shower, make sure she was fed her cinnamon rolls, but for a little bit he wanted to bask in the bliss of having a dream come true. 

“S’okay, Butterfly. I’ve got you.” He nudged his nose against her neck, placing another chaste kiss there as she folded their fingers together. “Now you can fly home to me.” 

—-

It was far too late for cinnamon rolls if a normal person had any say, but thankfully they didn’t. Y/N sat on the counter with her hair placed back into that messy updo and his shirt on her torso while he had been convinced to wear his boxers while in the kitchen, dipping the microwave reheated cinnamon rolls in the icing. 

“I’ve got to teach you how to make them from scratch.” His girl sighed, kicking her feet as they dangled off the counter. 

“What, is my store bought hot food enough for you?” He pouted in faux offense, but luckily she didn’t fall for it. 

“You know that’s not the case. I love that you buy me some to have when I’m here.” A sugary kiss was given to his bottom lip, but she pulled away too fast to deepen it. A shame if you asked him. “It’s just, y’know, it would be fun to do together. There’s plenty of time to… hang out while the dough rises, and stuff like that.” 

Harry’s brows shot up at the insinuation, the unexpected laugh barking through the kitchen as he lowers his half ripped cinnamon roll to the plate. “I’ve created a little monster, haven’t I?” The shit eating from on his face showed no sign of regret, though. “One fuck and I’ve corrupted you. Sweet little thing turned into a needy pup in heat.” He paused before pointing a finger smeared with cinnamon sugar on it in her face. “Or have I just uncovered something that was in front of my face this whole time? Innocent act?” 

Y/N answered by leaning forward to take his finger into her mouth, sucking on it slowly and flicking her tongue over the tip before pulling back on it. 

There was no doubt now he’d found his perfect match, even if it was his complete opposite. Maybe they weren’t as different as he thought.

[twisted-king]

OOOO IDEA, how about the OB boys with a s/o who has an ESA (Emotional Support Animal) that they somehow convinced Crowley to allow them to have (because they literally need the animal). And the esa comforting them after their OB 🥺

Literally kissing you on the forehead rn.

Sorry about the exlusion of Jamil, idia and Malleus.

No ideas about Jamil, not sure how Idias would fit in... and Mal mal isnt finished

This is angstier than I thought it would be <3

TW: Panic attacks (Isolating + silent types), narcolepsy

Feel free to correct me if i got a certain experience wrong, I am a studying Psychology major so it would help me with my understanding of anything!

Remeber: ESAs and Service animals are different!

Overblot gang with an S/O with an ESA

First things first:

Lets say you're in second year, so you're dating the OB boys before the OB.

Going to keep the particular support need vauge, but it is panic related, reader is sensitive to loud noises and textures feeling wrong.

You 100% convinced crowley to let your ESA to stay with you because:

he is sooooo kind

you wouldn't let a poor defenseless panic-prone human in an ALL MAGIC BOYS SCHOOL alone would you????

Now with that out of the way:

Riddle Rosehearts

Animal: British Shorthair (cat)

I'm gonna call this cat Queenie

Riddle's Overblot wasn't really something you were ready for in any capacity.

Your usually kept together boyfriend was suddenly some... angry, monsterous thing.

This wasnt the Riddle that got you high quality noise cancelling headphones for unbirthday parties, the same Riddle who you spent so much time learning and growing with. Your dutiful boyfriend who was learning how harsh his punishments were with you...

That Riddle wasnt here right now.

Queenie circles you, nuzzling into your legs.

But its too late, you've shut down. Its hard to move, your heart feels like it doesnt have a beat but the hurt of an ever beating heart remains present.

Your breathing quickens, your knees buckle in from under you.

the dull thud of of your body hitting the slightly overgrown grass of heartslabyul is the last thing you hear as you slowly drown further into your panic.

Riddle, on the other hand, Just came to from his OB, staring at his dormmates worried and horrified faces. He feels weak, he knows what just happened, and he feels HORRIBLE....Oh god.

Are YOU okay??? where are you? Where is his S/O

That's when he spots you, your tear striken face, Queenie laying on top oof your chest, your hands shakily petting her back in sporadic, unrythmic strokes as her face snuggles further into your chest.

What has he done?

Riddle feels awful.

He promised to never be the cause of any panic for you. He wanted to be a safe space for you.

But his need for order seems to have taken over and ruined yet another important relationship in his life.

Despite his fatigue, he hesitantly appraches, keeping about 2 meters away from you. He knows you don't want anyone too close by right now.

When you show signs of calming down, He's there, silently and patiently sitting across from you.

"Do... do you want to talk about it..?"

You respond with a shake of your head.

He nods, you two remain in silence. One preparing for a potentially life-changing talk, the other rocking about as they cradle their cat

Leona Kingscholar

Animal: Corn Snake

His name is Zazu (shhhh)

Leona liked things quiet, and calm.

Thats what made you two work, at least according to him.

But, you knew and Malleus and Magift was a sore subject for him, you were kind of ready for his yearly temper, it caught you off gaurd last year, but this year you felt like you could really stand by his side!

Besides, a year in this hectic world with Zazu really helped stabilize your mood!

Until it wasn't.

A roaring stampede instead of a crowed, screams of terror instead of cheer, and your boyfriend, slowly turning your friend, Ruggie, into sand.

It was too much, too many shoves, too much noise, your friend almost died

You hold Zazu's little head gently, the soft, smooth texture of his scales your only vice as you duck under the bleachers of the magift stadium.

It's there and only there, all alone with your snake that you're able to break down and cry.

Leona groaned as he came to, he knew this was a stupid plan and a stupid decision. He could have just trained everyone properly, spend some actual time with you. He could have- Wait... where were you?

Despite his drained energy, he needed to know where you were. He put a hand up, stopping the chatter of his former victims, attemping to listen in for any sign of you.

He hears the soft mumbling of your attempts to talk to yourself

"Can't even trust em enough to tell me, I knew i should have stayed at home, this is why no one will accept yo-" hisssss

Okay, he had to do something

He rushes across the nearly empty stadium, suprising everyone (Except Ruggie maybe, he's kind of used to Leona)

"Herbivore?!" he stands outside the stands you're under

"I don't... I don't want to see you right now... I don't want you to see me."

"Babe- I... alright. Can I be with you right now?" "no." "I'm coming in anyway."

and he does.

He enters the darker space to find you huddled ong the ground, gripping onto your sleeve with one hand, the other coiled but zazu, who seems to lay still across your shoulders.

"I'll just be here." "Why?" you mumble "For you." he states

That makes you chuckle "You sap.."

Hisss <3

Azul Ashengrotto

Animal: Mop dog

Mop dog named Max...uh... Maxie

Okay so, unfortunately Azul did NOT like Maxie at first

But he got used to him because you two are a package deal

You knew Azul had insecurities, and his own...moments

You and Azul had a comfortable routine, you and him are both realtively particular, he needs a level of order in his life, and his comfort zone is very well kept. So you two kind of fell into a step.

Despite your realtive bliss spending most days in his office or the backrooms of the Lounge. You knew his business was his passion.

You also knew he tended to get a bit... ambitious.

You and Maxie knew to stay away during midterms, it was bound to get chaotic. And Azul gets kind of... gift-bomby around this time... it isn't the most comfortable.

Things typically died down a few days after midterms, so you decided to visit your boyfriend.

On the complete wrong day.

You took Maxie with you, ready to greet Azul after his busier week but instead you find...

Leona? with a pile of sand around him by Azul's vault... Oh no.

Maxie softly appraches a sullen Azul and nudges his leg with his paw.

Something seemed to snap because all of a sudden the sneaky yet loving Azul Ashengrotto you knew was... huge eight tentacles and crazed.

He shoves Maxie away, sending him to the ground (mind you, he's a pretty big dog)

He shoved your dog.

He's stealing things, he's refusing to be "worthless" "weak" "stupid and clumsy"

Everything you've always secretly felt you were... oh no...

Maxie rushes toward you.

You slowly place yourself on the ground.

You've fainted.

Azul comes to, he sees Ace, Deuce, the Prefect... Leona... and you? when did you get here? on the ground... Maxie gaurding your sleeping form.

He... overblotted.

How could he be so stupid?? everything seemed to be in pla e did he not count something or- WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Azul approaches you and Maxie, he dismisses the prefect and gang, solely focused on you.

Maxie opts to lie on top of you, promptly waking you up

"oof... what... what happended"

"I'm... so sorry" "Oh. right."

Maxie greets you with kisses, happily nudgeing your cheek accompanied by his happy barks. You sratch his head "I'm ok... down boy."

Azul apologetically stares at you, hesitant to say more.

You look up to him, sighing against Maxie. Your eyes narrowed "I thought we agreed." "I know I just... I can't help it." "Therapy." "I'll apply tomorrow afternoon, I promise."

Vil Schoenheit

Animal: Poodle

Her name is Georgette

Vil and Georgette get along realtively well. She doesn't shed, you keep her well groomed, and you're usually more on task with her around.

You like to joke that Vil reminds you of Georgette. He claims he is much more refined than your dog. She doesn't seem to like it much either.

He likes taking you out to set with him. He trusts you to behave and know's you feel safe both around him and whenever Georgette is around, he respects that.

Vil pets Georgette like an evil mastermind sometimes? So maybe that should have been a warning sign.

The VDC was fast approaching, Vil is under a lot of stress; he's been a harsh coach, his popularity stays at the same place consistently, he's FINALLY given the opportunity to beat Neige "once and for all"

VDC happens, you're helping the Prefect overlook how things are running. Overlooking the practices.

Vil does absoltely beautifully! and for once, Georgette agrees.

Neige does this old nursery song, and you're more than confident Vil will win.

You leave the prefect to handle the rest while you head to the stalls to buy a drink for Vil.

He deserves a treat after all <3

When you come back, everything seems fine but, the stadium is empty though...

And suddenly everything is falling around you

You take Georgette and quickly duck behind one of the seats.

Vil's distorted voice echoes throughout the stadium, you cannot quite see him but you see the giant MONSTER lurking behaind him.

When he comes to..

Vil is downright ashamed. He knows trying to poison someone is wrong. He knows he doesn't get to decide whether or not someone lives... Especially not for a glorified popularity contest.

And that's when he spots Georgette's thankfully obnoxiously large bow peeking out from behind one of the seats.

That is when he knows he has to check in on you. You are never far from Georgette.

"Darling? Meine Geliebte, are you alright.." You're huddled with your poodle. Rubble is strewn about around you. Your eyes remain shut as you mutter to yourself.

"It's ok, it's fine. you're safe. I-it's okay.." Georgette's fur is soft, you continue to trace little patterns into her well groomed coat.

Vil sighs to himself, relived you're at least ok, but he's worried. You have Georgette for a reason, and he knows just how much progress you've made to gain the confidence to live your daily life and he may have just destroyed that.

He remains by your side

[porcalinecunt]

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋.

→ kunigami worshipping you like the loving boyfriend he is.

🎧 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

♟️ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 / 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𝐜𝐰 — brief angst. reader is insecure. size kink. creampie. praise. some dacryphillia.

a/n » it’s been a while since i wrote something here. this fic got a bit personal then i expected so apologies. anyways, kunigami is lowkey becoming one of my favs so i had to write something for him. i’ll slowly get back to writing since life has been hectic lately. thank you for reading and enjoy. 🤍

Perfection is subjective, but Kunigami knew his own definition. It laid right below him, moaning and gripping his biceps as he pumped away. Syrupy eyes and swollen lips only turning him on even more, the sight of your fucked out face pushing him closer to the edge.

Only an hour ago, you felt that familiar pit in your stomach as your train of thought rammed into you like a bully. Your fingers feeling your skin, the urge to tear it off made your eyes water. A mess, the ugly duckling amongst swans that stood out like a sore thumb. It weighed on you, to the point where it felt like suffocating. Then your mind switched, the face in your head only worsened the feeling. Kunigami.

Your loving boyfriend, the man you’d easily call your soulmate in a heartbeat. To you, it’s a mystery to how you managed to even catch his attention. He was perfection in your eyes, from a body that looked like it was sculpted to artistry to a heart of gold that’s tougher then any opponent on the field. Kunigami was everything a gentleman should be. Gentle, kind, patient, you could go on ‘till your face turned blue. But even with all that, the question would still linger in your head. Why me?

It was come to a boiling point, alone in your own thoughts while he was at practice. Staring back at you in the bathroom mirror was a mockery of who many believed you were. Your eyes traced every imperfection that stained your face, down to the very body you live in. Hatred. That’s all you could feel. Hatred for how you look, who you were, the skin you walk in. it was unbearable, stuck in the void of verbal torture until—

“You okay, angel..?”

Snapped out of your thoughts by a gentle voice, turning to feel the relief of seeing his face. You couldn’t remember what happened next, all you could muster up is Kunigami picking you up bridal style and peppering kisses from your neck to your chest. You didn’t expect him to be balls deep inside of you, stripped of all clothing, leaving you bare for him to see.

Lost in his eyes, watching them trail up and down at your figure. Nothing but love and adoration filled his gaze, while your eyes screwed shut from the intense pleasure that filled your stomach. His pace was slow, but the tip of his cock kissed your cervix and stretched you out till you felt too full. Kunigami was always gentle with you in bed, but tonight felt so different. It felt like your first with him, slow yet hitting all the right spots. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against your forehead. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach, especially once you felt his soft fingers curl around your face, making you look at him.

“You’re so perfect, angel..so fucking perfect..”

You almost had to prevent tears from spilling out. The sincerity and gentleness of his voice filling your ears, causing a smile to finally crack. Below your smaller figure, was your large—almost teddy bear—boyfriend, treating you as if you were made of glass. You were so lost in the mix of joy and pleasure, you almost forgot about your orgasm. Kunigami spread your legs slightly farther, fucking you deeper before you felt his hips stutter.

“K-Kunigami..”

“I know angel, i know..”

He whispered in your ear, his voice trailing off in a wisp of moans and heavy breathing. His large hands rested on your thighs, keeping your legs apart while he inches closer and closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against one another filled the room till it was almost unbearable. You bit down on your pillow, muffling your cries. Kunigami leaned forward, tracing the back of his index finger against your cheek. Your eyes opened a bit to see his smile, leaning closer for a kiss.

“I love you so much y/n, fuck—you’re everything i could ask for..”

Finally reaching his climax, Kunigami pressed his body against yours while cumming deep into your cunt. You clawed at his back as you clenched down from the sudden warmth, your orgasm coming shortly after. He hissed through his teeth as you soaked his cock with your arousal. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, refusing to pull away. He couldn’t protest however, as his eyes remained glued onto your face. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, Kunigami pressed one last kiss on your pouty lips before watching your eyes grow heavy from the exhaustion.

You couldn’t be any more happier. That gut wrenching feeling that was eating away at you melted away, now replaced with a comforting warmth that embraced you just as tightly as he was. You’d wish this would last forever, and so does he.

Then again, why can’t it?

[apocalypseornaw]

Don't Blame Me (Pt 1/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean's fear of flying explained, a demon he can't kill and so many questions as to what will happen next

Dean Winchester was a man that didn't fear very much so that would lead someone to question exactly where the fear of flying had come from. Was it some irrational fear? The concept alone or something so much more.

Very few people could mention the true root of Dean's fear of flying without him throwing a punch. The subject was and would always be a very sore one. The subject had left a gaping hole in his heart that he never would want to fill.

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Bobby's house was quiet, him and Sam had gone to bed hours before but Dean couldn't sleep. The anniversary of that crash was looming. The one that instilled a fear in him, that changed his life forever and ripped his heart out of his chest.

He sat at the small table in Bobby's kitchen peeling the label off of a lukewarm bottle of beer. The cord of the amulet he wore around his neck seemed to get heavier as the day drew near as if the ring that accompanied the amulet managed to have grown in weight.

He could close his eyes and see your smile, hear your laughter. Why hadn't he gone with you? Or offered to drive you? He knew the logical didn't hold up, him being on that plane wouldn't have changed your fate but he wouldn't have been facing yet another year without you.

That phone call still haunted him to this day. Dean stepped out of the bathroom, running a towel over his wet head. His phone blaring had summoned him out of the bathroom and into the outer area of the motel room him and Sam were crashing in for the night. Sam had gone after food and he was waiting for you to call him and let him know that your plane had landed in Dublin.

His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when Bobby's number flashed across the screen instead. He sat down on the edge of the bed before answering it "Hey Bobby. What's going on?" There hadn't been many times he'd heard Bobby get emotional, let alone tears being in the older man's voice but it sent a chill directly down his spine even before Bobby spoke. "Dean you haven't seen the news have you?"

He shook his head then spoke into the phone "No, why?" Bobby took a shaky breath before asking "Is Sam there with you son? You don't need to be alone" Dean's heart felt like it was weighed down in that moment, refusing to believe what his brain had already pieced together "Bobby what is it?" "Dean just hold on now..." "GOD DAMMIT BOBBY JUST TELL ME!"

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Sam stopped at the door of the motel room juggling bags in his hands. He'd forgotten to take his cell and Dean was more than likely starving by this point.

He slid the keycard in and walked through the door. The moment he did the bags of food hit the floor. The room was trashed, the TV shattered and Dean was on his knees in the wreckage.

Sam ran to his brother's side, going down to his knees next to him "Dean?" He noticed the way Dean flinched as if just hearing his own name was painful "There was some sort of malfunction" the words seemed as if speaking them ripped something out of Dean but Sam still couldn't make sense of it.

When he remained silent Dean slowly raised his head and the tears in his eyes froze Sam in place "She's gone Sammy. Y/N is gone"

There was no body to be returned, no funeral to be had. Very few of your personal belongings had survived the crash and it'd taken Bobby and Dean lining up with the other families to go through what had gotten recovered to find those.

The ring around Dean's neck had been easy to spot. It had a simple promise Dean had always made to you engraved inside it "Even in death" he'd originally made the joke when he gave you the ring, citing that there was no till death due us part with the two of you because even in death you would be each other's.

Along with the ring had been your favorite bracelet that Dean had given to Bobby, the man had pratically raised you so he deserved something to hold onto as well. It was silver and had the different moon cycles around it. You'd found it at some flea market and had absolutely loved it.

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It seemed insane that a person could be narrowed down to a few objects and memories. A friend, a lover, a daughter. Gone in the blink of an eye and the ones that left being expected to move on as if they never existed.

A pop of thunder outside made Dean flinch. Of course it would be a thunderstorm, you had always loved them. What would it be like if you'd never gotten on that flight? That question would haunt him the rest of his life and beyond.

@lacilou @suckitands33 @lyarr24 @decadentstrangernacho @nix-rose @irgendwas122 @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @tas898

[solxce-txt]

⚠︎ . whoops !

please, proceed with caution

ooc aaaa :(( [not a very good nor confident writer 😭]

꠴ (៸៸ ˃ ︿ ˂ ៸៸) ୭̥⋆*｡

﹫yuexing.writes

⟡ . NOTES FROM YUE

my first time posting here (and writing smth properly) so please excuse me ><

reader is gender neutral , dan heng has a pussy.. and, well, my mind is certainly wild at times.

we're not going to talk about it okay.. I need to get this out my mind....

dan heng who is always reserved, never really engaging in social activities with the express crew, always so busy sorting out the archives and adding new information after an expedition

but, who knew that he'd be so desperate while you're away?

grinding against his fingers as he reads through the archive entry about you, every single bit and piece of your person written down like how it was embedded into his mind. having it locked and hidden away from anyone, only ignoring or changing the subject if it's mentioned

he doesn't want anyone to know how you make him go insane, make him so weak and needy. so much so that he'd go to such lengths as to finger himself and etc. just to stimulate his mind filled with filthy scenarios of what you could be doing to him right now..

you were out on an expedition with the rest, leaving him and himeko, who decided to stay, at the express

he missed you, he needed you.

he needed you to fuck him until he's so sore and filled/coated with your seed as he's exhausted, but still needs more.

for now, he'll bear with not having you by his side to fulfill his needs. he's moaning and whining as his fingers were deep inside him, his walls squeezing them with every thrust — all he could think of was you, thrusting against him as you hit every spot in him that needed to be hit. always coming undone so quickly as he keeps begging you for more

his pretty cunt always wet and clenching around nothing as he thinks about you so often, soaking his underwear and it all leads to him grinding or humping on something then fingering himself in the similar pace you always ruined him in

texts, nudes, and needy voicemails are sent to you as you're away, causing you to fluster and excuse yourself. aeons, he's so horny..

but that's okay, right? you don't mind?

"come back soon, I need you." (nudes..)

"mh.. look at it" (nudes #2)

"I wish it were your cock/strap instead, I need to feel you in me again" (his fingers deep inside him, his slick coating his hand)

he was such a whore when you're both alone for some reason, but he's always so quiet and more tame when you're both out with other. maybe he's just that big of a slut for you?

who knows, but hopefully he'll calm down with it once you get home.. (he won't-)

[achaoticalien]

A Court of Deceit and Decay

Chapter Four- Nesta Archeron

When Eris held out that hand, the first thought that lurched through Nesta’s mind was yes, a thousand, hundred times yes. Every new and old instinct, every torturous thought that pummelling through her head, every single thump of her heart, said to go with him. To run from out underneath this darkness. To leave this place behind and start all over again. A new Lady, with a new name and a new life. 

But she hesitated, she stepped back, staring at him with widened eyes. 

Before the sound of heavy footsteps and a cruel voice flitted from the hallway, Eris whipped his eyes over his shoulder as the words, “... we could lock her in a cage… poke at her till she explodes, what do you think Keir?”

Nesta’s heart thundered against her ribcage, like a wild rabbit caught in a trap. She looked at Eris, panic in her silver eyes. 

“Now or never, Lady Nesta.” Eris whispered, despite his cruel features, there was something soft in his eyes, something pleading. 

Pleading that she leave now with him. Before she’s subject to every whim of the Hewn City. 

For a brief moment in time, Nesta wondered if her small amount of time down here was terrible, how horrific the lives of the other females must be. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Vanserra.” She hissed, before shoving her hand into his. 

Eris smiled, not a cruel wicked grin, but a genuine smile. 

And the world went from cold, dark earth, to unimaginable heat. 

The transition from the Hewn City to Autumn was what Nesta could only describe as being slapped across the face by the Goddess of Autumn herself. A tingling sensation pricked underneath her skin, her magic heated her core at the all encompassing sensation of new washing through her body. Fae instincts picking up on the hints of rot and decay, with the light wind that brought the smell of ash and pine. It tickled her nose and made the hair on her arms stand up straight. 

Her knees went weak underneath her as the ground become firm once more. The sights of orange, gold and red swirled in her vision as she blacked in and out. She thought she might have hit the floor, but distantly felt her legs stills upwards, and something firm and warm held her up. Arms wrapped around lean muscle, Nesta managed to drag her weary eyes up to see Eris there. As strange as it might be, he seemed to be saying something. Mouth moving in an erratic pattern and eyes wide with what she assumed to be panic. 

“Dizzy.” She slurred, head feeling like a band was pulling tighter and tighter around her skull. Till the pressure threatened to make her mind explode. 

Her senses of reality reduced as everything turned pitch black. 

Waking up was an uncomfortable sensation as well, but at least she had more of her sense to recognise what things were. The cool, slippery fabric balled up in her clenched fists was some kind of silk sheet. The tacky feeling all over her skin was a sheen of sweat, the thing poking her eye was a stray hair. The aching pressure in her legs and arms was sore muscle. And the crust around her eyes and nose was from sobbing her brains out. 

There was one sensation she did not recognise and that was the sudden warm pressure in her hand, a light tingling spread from that spot up to her shoulder. Craning her tense neck, Nesta forced her eyes open. Assaulted by the light of a warm lamp, but at least a cool breeze from an open window whispered around her, it smelled of long-burned out fire and candy apples. Her stomach rumbled, the idea of sticky-sweet caramel on crisp apple pieces made her mouth water. When was the last time she had eaten something like that? 

“The fair,” She drawled. 

“Hm?” A voice answered her, it was a voice she recognised, but couldn't put a name to. All the same, she felt strangely at ease beside it. 

“Caramel apple slices,” She said with a slight moan to her voice, “Went with mama, they tasted like heaven.”

Tears swelled in her eyes, “It was the last time mama did anything kind for me.”

It was also the last time she ate caramel apples, sickness turned in her gut as she remembered why she hated the wretched sweets. Her mother had put a hand so delicately in her hair as she had led her to that damned fair. Before leaving the world just the next week. As if it were a goodbye. 

A damning sorry for everything, Nesta had nearly convinced herself off. Before she remembered that Rose Archeron had only cared to use her as a means to an end to get to a high position of power within the mortal realm. 

“I hate caramel apples.” She hissed under her breath. 

A slow intake of breath from the voice beside her, before a finger light as a feather brushed the hair from her eyes, relieving her of the stinging pain. Nesta ungracefully hauled her hand up and desperately rubbed at the spot, till the itching ceased. 

“Nesta…” The voice murmured, with a tone she didn’t recognise. 

All the same, it made her feel safe. For what felt like the first time in months.. Years. 

She blinked her eyes, chasing the haze away. The sight of flaming red hair caught her sight, a rumpled white shirt, jacket nowhere to be seen. Sweet amber eyes bore down into hers. Catching down, Nesta saw his mouth, opening slightly as if to say something. 

“Eris.” She whispered, his name a mere breath on her lips, that she didn’t think he heard. 

But he must have heard, for he turned his eyes away and leaned back. Nesta followed him with her eyes, watching as he sat back into a crushed velvet chair, the colour a deep amber, near brown with a tinge of red. She looked down to see his hand gently resting in her open palm. Her hand twitched, fingers curling around his. Eris’ eyes widened briefly, he quickly removed his fingers, Nesta didn’t have time to mourn the loss as the gravity of the situation slammed into her like forceful winds in an open field. 

She shot right up, eyes briefly going black from the movement, ignoring it as her heart thumped so quickly. She desperately looked around, but she could not recognise the room. 

All gold and red, it was a little rustic looking, but with wealth dripping out of every corner, from the gilded gold, to the dark polished furniture, and the large fireplace roaring, filling the room with a soft glow aside from the golden lamp that beheld a ball of Faelight. 

She clenched her fists and whipped around to Eris who stared at her with a little fear in his eyes. Nesta was about to yell asking where she was, when she stopped. A sense of intense heat had overwhelmed her, not painful, not scorching, but clearly there. It felt like a hand of fire that didn’t burn reaching into her insides and brushing its finger across strings of magic weaved within her. 

Nesta looked down, to see her hands covered in flames that burned silver. 

[saruman-the-silly]

Alrighty, so I'd like to request some comfort hcs w the papas (or just Copia if you're not feeling like doing all of them !!) also it gets quite personal, so slight content warning for burn out and imposter syndrome

I've been really stressed out lately, as I'm pursuing very demanding studies (preparatory class yay) and they're starting to take a toll on my physical and mental health. And to top it off, I find myself unable to get anything done bc of failure anxiety, which leaves me very tired with intense imposter syndrome :') How would the papas comfort a gn or fem s/o in a similar situation?

Take the time you need, and have a good day/night !! <3

aw hey I'm sorry to hear that!! but I know you're gonna get through this, and hopefully these headcanons might help a little :) this took a little longer than I liked, but I hope you like it and hope this will bring some comfort for you <333 sending much love and encouragement!!

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How Papas would comfort their s/o during their studies

Primo:

A sweetheart, as I have mentioned in previous headcanons, he would be knocking on your door with a cup of warm tea.

Primo sees the dark circles under your eyes, sighs, and wraps you in a warm hug which you just melt in.

"Amore, how I wish you could just relax for a moment, this stress is not good for you."

You mumbled something about being a failure and Primo lifted your head gently with his hand, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Never talk about yourself that way amore. You are already working so hard towards your goals and dreams, you could never be a failure. Not to me."

Primo would then absolutely spend the rest of the evening making sure you were relaxing, even for a little while. He would read to you if it helped you calm down, he would light up some scented candles and give you a massage for your sore shoulders.

You, being so tired and stressed out, would soon fall into a deep sleep in Primo's arms, for once feeling safe and secure.

Secondo:

Secondo sees your distress but does not know how to address it. With you stubbornly insisting that you're fine, he doesn't want to cross any boundaries.

Instead, he starts leaving little notes and tiny gifts for you, like a cup of coffee beside your bed when you wake up. The coffee was made precisely to your taste, and it was sinfully good.

Even with these tiny gestures, Secondo can still see the way you carry yourself is less and less confident every day. So, he decides to address the elephant in the room.

He sits you down one day, asking about your studies and how are you doing. You insist once again that, you're fine, there's nothing to worry abo- Secondo takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze, looking at you with understanding in his eyes and you break down.

You spill everything out, and he just listens. He doesn't comment, he doesn't offer advice, he just sits there, holds you hands soothingly and listens. After you're done venting, Secondo presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and tells you: "Amore. You are the most intelligent person I have ever gotten the pleasure to know, but even I know that you need rest now."

You try to protest, he doesn't care lmao. Secondo makes you your favourite meal (You hadn't even realised how hungry you were) and you watch some trashy soap operas together for the rest of the evening.

Terzo:

Terzo notices right away and tries to gently ask you what's wrong.

Remember, he loves you. So much. But he does not know how too approach this subject so he will keep pestering you about it and you argue, insisting you're fine.

It turns into a full on argument, since both of you are too stubborn to accept defeat, until he accidentally hits a sore spot and you just snap. Everything spills out and you just start sobbing on the floor.

Terzo hates himself right now. He's beating himself up mentally so bad for hurting you when you're clearly in distress, and he gets down on the floor beside you, hugging you and comforting you.

After you have calmed down, Terzo apologizes profusely, you shush him and tell him it's fine but he insists.

"Amore. Amore mio. I am not good with this but let me lend you my ears and my full attention. If I can help in any way, I am here for you." So, you just sit there talking for the next 2 hours. Terzo rubs your back comfortingly and whispers words of encouragement when finding words seems to be hard.

Remember, he loves you so much. Terzo's not a serious guy, he isn't good at this, but for you? He's willing to do anything.

Copia:

Copia doesn't notice until someone points it out. Lol. Poor man is just so overwhelmed with his own work, as usual´.

When he does notice, Copia abandons all of his work. Immediately. You and your well-being are his top priority.

He will gently approach you one day, seeing you drowning in your studies.

"Amore, please, take a break and come drink some tea with me." You smile at him, eyes tired but shake your head. "Thank you darling but I have to finis-" Copia wraps you in a warm hug from behind, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Please?" He whispers into your ear, making you shiver. You smile and sigh, while poking his side. "Fine, just for a few minutes." Little do you know, it was more than a few minutes.

Copia is excellent at distracting you from your studies. He lets you play with his rats, showing you all the tricks they know and letting you teach them some. You laugh and smile until your cheeks start to hurt, and Copia feels his heart getting lighter with your smile.

When it's later in the evening and you're laying in his arms, he gently asks about your studies. Feeling more open and relaxed, you open up about your stress, and like his brothers, Copia is an excellent listener. He listens, and is there for you.

After you have opened up, he kisses your forehead gently before wrapping you in a tight embrace. "Thank you for telling me this, I promise to help you in any way I can."

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Here it iiiiiiiiiiiiiis finally :DD I really hope these will bring some comfort during tough times, and hope you enjoy <3

[thetarttfuldickhead]

I love your RKJ head canon about Keeley’s birthday!! Any thoughts on how the other sides of the triangle go about planning Roy’s and Jamie’s birthdays?

Hello, sweet one! You sent me this some time ago (in response to this post) and I'm so sorry I've kept you waiting because this is a darling ask, but fic and life happened. Now I am ready though! Here goes:

So, in theory Jamie’s birthday wouldn’t be too different from Keeley’s, as far as his partners celebrating him goes. Keeley would take him out for grooming and pampering and shopping and being seen in all the right places looking cool as fuck, spoiling him rotten and with a special sexy surprise thrown in somewhere along the way. (I’m thinking a changing room at a very exclusive store, Keeley successfully and secretly bribing relevant parties to leave her and Jamie to it, and then simply sweeping in wearing killer heels and something outrageously sexy when Jamie’s trying on whatever and he’s like “uh, Keeley, we’re in a shop?” and she asks if he trusts her and when he says “’course” she tells him to shut up and there’s probably handcuffs and she’s being very mean and very sweet and hitting all the right spots and the slight wrongness of doing that there only adds to the fun.) (Differing from Keeley’s birthday, though, this outing takes place on Jamie’s actual birthday, because no, he does not want to stay in for that.)

And Roy would want to make it all about them, celebrating quietly and intimately at home, quality time for quality partners and all the love and attention. Only… I think Roy gets a little tripped up that first year. Like, he starts thinking about all the things he’d do for Keeley’s birthday and when he starts thinking about doing some of that stuff for Jamie he starts to feel… weird. Like, not about all of it! Cooking a nice meal? He’s all about that! All sorts of sexual favours? Absolutely! But the sappier stuff he’d do for Keeley, like so many roses or drawing a nice bath? He feels weird about it, and he’s not sure if he feels weird about it because it’s another guy  (and a little bit it is that) or because it’s Jamie (and a little bit it is that too). And he gets that this is just masculinity bullshit getting in the way, and that’s making him feel like a piece of shit (true Roy Kent style, ‘cause that man has NO tolerance for his own shortcomings).

So yeah, it trips him up a bit, that first year, and maybe because of it he lets Keeley takes the lead – until either she or Jamie confronts him about it, and he ‘fesses up and they talk about it and he sorts it out. Maybe Dr. Sharon helps.

Also, I think that Jamie very much is the sort of person to make sure there’s a big party to celebrate him happening; he absolutely takes the entire team for a night out, dancing and drinking and having a blast. Maybe Sam makes sure they start at Ola’s.

Roy is easier: he does not want a big party, he does not want to spend a day throwing money at pretty stuff. He’d rather not be reminded that he’s getting older (even if that’s not such a sore subject now that the worst has already happened; he quit football, and he survived it), he just wants to spend some time with his loved ones, same as he does every day. So Jamie and Keeley join him for Phoebe’s second favourite holiday of the year, ie Uncle Roy’s birthday (which is a lunch kind of deal, and in time may come to include Georgie and Simon), and then they take him home to show him their affection in all the ways. There are gifts, of course, and either Jamie cooks them dinner or they order takeaway. There’s Jamie and Keeley looking their very best for Roy, teaming up to drive him and mad and feel like a king. There’s a lot of fucking, and telling Roy how amazing he is. (Which he does love to hear, even if he also really struggles to.)

One of the gifts is always a mid-week getaway, the three of them heading off to somewhere luxurious and discreet for a couple of days, and Keeley promises not to work and Jamie promises to stay off his socials, and mostly they keep those promises and it’s just them hanging out and having a quiet but grand old time. It’s damned hard, trying to find the time given their very intense scheduels, but they make a special effort for this, and that’s part of the gift too.

(Maybe, in a few years time, Roy can be enticed to quietly entertain the team for just a few hours, because they all fucking adore him and want to celebrate his birthday, dammit! Maybe it’s a Higgins’ place, all Roy has to do is show up and there’ll be a few nibbles and a few drinks. Roy agrees, on the condition that they all pretend it’s just a random get-together that happens to be adjacent to his birthday. Gifts are theoretically forbidden, but that never works out because Dani has a habit of pretending to find wrapped parcels, going “oh, someone must have left it here, I have no idea who, but it says Coach Kent so it must be for you, how thoughtful of this mysterious person” and not even Roy has the heart to ever tell Dani to fuck off, so.)

[luciferstit]

Okay, so I combed through the Mob Psycho 100 manga and made a masterlist of all the omake and special volumes I found at the end of every chapter.

List under the cut!

There are some I’m sure I missed, so please let me know if you have one I forgot to add so I can add it. Also, the chapter numbers are subject to slight changes based on what website you read the manga on, as they change by site. But even if it might not always be exact, you know where to start looking for it. The site I mainly used is mangabuddy.com.

MOB PSYCHO OMAKE AND SPECIAL LIST

* Chapter 4: Afterwards

Disheveled man claims evil spirit possession is why he can’t get a girlfriend. Reigen gives him a makeover.

* Chapter 9.6: Human Face Sore

* A man comes into S&S with a swollen sore on his back shaped like a human face with eyes and a tongue. Reigen tries to hit it with a wooden mallet Whack-A-Mole style.

* Chapters 10-14: Body Improvement Club Character Trait Graphs

* Chapters 15-17: Reigen is approached by a customer who keeps taking spirit photographs.

* Chapter 17.1: The Fake Pot

* Two scam artists attempt to con Mob into breaking the “Pot of Happiness”. He is saved by Reigen.

* Chapter 17.2: Romance and Impulse

* Mob and Reigen go to hunt the tsuchinoko.

* Chapter 18: “Omake”

* A little girl sees Teru flying after the incident with ???% and thinks it’s an ochimusha (a disgraced ex-samurai with a shaved head).

* Chapter 24.5: The Cursed Laptop

* Two parents and their kid son bring in a laptop that the son claims is possessed and kills whoever opens it within a week.

* Chapter 24.6: The Wall Stain

* Reigen makes a house call to a man’s apartment where there is a red stain on the wall shaped like a human face. He acts like an idiot the entire time.

* Chapters 35-43:

* Tabletop figurine designs of Mob, Teru, Ritsu, Reigen, and various members of Claw.

* Chapter 43.5: “The Living Spirit”

* Dimple, after willing himself back from the particle level after Teru exorcised him, is very small and about to be eaten by a pig spirit when he is saved by a tiny humanoid spirit riding a bug called “Stubble”.

* Chapter 67.5: “Mob Psycho 100 x Hito Kui”

* A crossover special where mass deaths are occurring, theorized to be the work of an evil spirit called “the Devourer”. A new kid arrives in Mob’s class who is connected to the devourer, trapping people in a “mind trap” that eats at their life force in a dream. Reigen and Shigeo both get trapped in a dream.

* Chapter 70.5: “Crossing the Street”

* Mob offers to help a woman carry a heavy box across the street, but a muscle man butts in and offers instead. Then, as the buff man is crossing the street, he almost gets hit by a semi-truck (are you kidding me, One), but MOB lifts the semi-truck into the air to prevent the accident.

* Chapter 71: Reigen’s Special Move: “Knee Strike”

* Chapter 71.5: “Impulsive”

* Reigen dresses Mob in a superhero costume to defeat a kaijin spotted on the city, but the kaijin is just Teru, who is also dressed in a superhero costume. Mob and Teru sit on a tall building together and look out at the city.

* Chapter 73.5: “It’s There”

* Tome’s shoulder feels heavy, and Mob reveals that it’s because of an animal spirit sitting on her shoulder. She starts panicking until Mezato takes a picture of it and it’s revealed to be an extremely adorable kitten. Tome suddenly doesn’t want to exorcise it.

* Chapter 77.1: “Manga One”

* This is an autobiographical omake about One’s reaction to the app Manga One being released.

* Chapter 77.2: “Last Nightmare”

* Mob has a nightmare about Reigen forcing Mob to break into Tsubomi’s house with him dressed like Santa and a reindeer to woo her and subsequently getting arrested.

* Chapter 78.5: “A Word from the Author”

* This is a colored omake about One and the characters of Mob Psycho 100 thanking everyone who submitted to the “Mob Psycho Anthology Special”.

* Chapter 78.5: “Chapter 74 Omake”

* Reigen gets upset while helping Mob train for the school marathon because he realizes how out of shape he is. He starts training really hard for a few days but it makes his back and knees hurt so bad that he can’t get out of bed.

* Chapter 78.5: “Chapter 75 Omake: Salt Mid Marathon Ranking”

* This omake literally just shows the top ten ranks of the marathon and the ranks of a few of the telepathy club members.

* Chapter 78.5: “Chapter 76 Omake”

* The Psycho Helmet religion is disappointed that Mob didn’t appear at the finish line. Mezato gets fanatical about Mob showing up at other Salt Mid sporting events and the others comment on how it really sounds like she knows him.

* Chapter 78.5: “Chapter 78 Omake 1”

* This omake is about One not knowing what to make an omake about, so a bunch of characters are arguing over the space. Hanazawa has a four panel introduction and so does Terada. Then there’s a page of claw members, Teru, and Reigen discussing what might happen later in the arc.

* Chapter 79: “Chapter 79 Omake”

* This omake involves Teru talking to the guy who burned his apartment down and pissing him off by having already thrown his GPS tracker away. The last half is Reigen bragging about his fire insurance in front of the arsonist while the ex-Claw members cheer.

* Chapter 80: “Chapter 80 Omake”

* Reigen, Dimple, Teru and the others in the psychic hideout gang all wait for Mob to wake up to start the briefing. 12 hours pass and Mob has not stirred. Sakurai tells Koyama to wake him up, but Koyama is still scared of Mob and refuses.

* Chapter 81: “Roughly”

* Shou and Ritsu are pouring over a map to solidify their plan to take down Toichiro Suzuki. Ritsu decides that there’s a better escape route for Shou’s people through the forest and Shou decides to call the people stationed there to inform them. Shou tells them that, if they need to bail, go “a little more to the upper right”. The person he’s talking to on the phone does not have the map for reference and has no idea where “a bit to the upper right” is supposed to be.

* Chapter 82: “Annual Sacrifice”

* Inukawa shows up to the Telepathy Club with a bunch of White Day gifts, but he received no Valentines Day gifts. Instead, he hopes giving these gifts to other girls makes them feel indebted so he’ll get paid back next Valentine’s Day. Tome shows up and expects gifts from everyone because she brought Valentines chocolates for the whole club, but no one knew they were for Valentine’s Day. Inukawa panics and gives her all of the White Day gifts.

* Chapter 82: “Weapon”

* Ritsu and Shou are guarded by three of Shou’s men, who agree to fight Minegishi so they can get to Shou’s dad. Ritsu sees that one of his protectors’ weapons is a paper fan and realizes he’s in trouble.

* Chapter 83: “Awkward”

* A bunch of eccentric Scars show up from various Claw branches to help out Toichiro Suzuki’s army of man-made espers, but the espers don’t know a single one of the Scars’ names.

* Chapter 83.2: “Until Next Day”

* Reigen has a client in the office who is a heavy smoker. He opens a window to let the smell out, but he has a client on the way, so he desperately tries to spray himself with perfume, but the “perfume” is Claw’s sleeping spray and he passes out face down on the floor.

* Chapter 84.1: “Passed”

* Mob is about to be attacked while passed out by Shibata, the Psycho Steroid esper. Dimple knows Mob has a naturally strong possession barrier, so he’s desperately trying to slap his face to wake him up so Dimple can possess him, but when he goes to pick up Shigeo’s head, he slips right in with no resistance.

* Chapter 84.2: “Aura”

* Teruki and ex-Claw co. are confronted by Toichiro Suzuki’s espers, who are trying to identify the targets. One of them thinks he recognizes Takeuchi, but he’s drawn in the Omake with a low-quality funny face, so he says that he looks different and may not be him. Takeuchi then punches him in the face and, suddenly having an extremely manly, detailed face, says “It’s me.”

* Chapter 85.1: “Event”

* Seasoning City is mid-terrorist attack and the Body Improvement club are turned away from their usual jogging route. They take a detour and Onigawara complains that running in the city is boring because nothing ever happens. Immediately afterwards, Mob falls out of the sky and perfectly into Gouda’s arms.

* Chapter 86: “Miscommunication”

* Hoshino is lifting 2kg dumbbells according to Teru’s instructions to focus on “basic physical training”. Teru says he’s doing good and to try 5kg. Hoshino objects, saying that he should use even heavier dumbbells and that he wants to get better ASAP. Teru considers it and says that they’ll start field training once Hoshino can lift 40kg with telekinesis. Hoshino realizes it was supposed to have been telekinetic the whole time and asks Teru for 500g dumbbells instead.

* Chapter 86.2: “Inspired by Kageyama”

* Due to intense training, Hoshino can lift a max of 10kg telekinetically. Hoshino thinks that his abs are probably better than Teru’s because he assumes that Teru relies on his psychic powers too much and therefore doesn’t train his body. He decides to take a peek at Teru and is very disappointed when Teru is absolutely shredded.

* Chapter 87.1: “News”

* The Telepathy Club members are all watching the news about the terrorist attacks on a park bench. Inukawa sprints up, drenched in sweat, to announce that he pulled a super ultra rare item in a gacha game. Everyone is instantly more focused on that.

* Chapter 87.2: “Miracle”

* Mob and Ritsu are eating popsicles and Ritsu keeps getting the winning popsicle sticks. Mob eats one and sees “あ” peeking out from the top of the stick and gets excited (あたり means “winner”) but the stick just says “あ” and nothing else.

* Chapter 87.3: “Night Walk”

* Dimple is strolling around a construction site said to be haunted due to workplace accidents and malfunctioning tools. There he finds a humanoid spirit who is causing these things to happen because he used to live on the land they’re building over.

* Chapter 87.4: “Rare Power”

* Shou’s underling, who can disassemble and reassemble materials, made little ration biscuits for Shou and Ritsu in case they need it while out fighting. Shou tries one and it tastes so bad that he instantly falls to the floor unconscious. Ritsu is horrified by this power.

* Chapter 88: “Hoshino Takeshi 13 Years Old”

* Hoshino has a nightmare about being ridiculed for acting like his powers were dangerous in class.

* Chapter 88: “Suzuki Shou 13 Years Old”

* Shou has a dream about showing off how strong and good at fighting he is to his mom, but instead of being proud, she starts crying.

* Chapter 88.2: “Hanazawa Teruki 14 Years Old”

* Teru has a bad dream about his hair’s progression from pre-Mob to present day; from longer, to bald, to tall hair, and back to cropped.

* Chapter 88.2: “Kageyama Shigeo 14 Years Old”

* Shigeo has a dream about showing off his powers to Tsubomi. They walk home hand-in-hand during the sunset.

* Chapter 89.1: “Appearance”

* Shou tries to convince Ootsuki to use something cooler than a paper fan, but his next choice is a big squeaky toy hammer. Shou quickly backpedals and decides the paper fan is actually fine.

* Chapter 89.1: “Overprotective”

* Shou’s lackey, Fukuda, can use his psychic powers to heal. He is also extremely overprotective of Shou, following him around and constantly warning him about completely harmless things. Shou eventually breaks and yells at him to shut up.

* Chapter 89.2: “First Meeting”

* Minegishi gives a particularly grueling and intense interview to newcomer Serizawa, mainly consisting of personal and completely unrelated questions. Shimazaki stops him eventually, commenting that this was supposed to be a welcome party.

* Chapter 89.3: “Blood”

* Suzuki Toichiro asks Shou why he’s staring at his face. Shou is imagining having his father’s jagged eyebrows when he grows up and is having a crisis over it.

* Chapter 89.4: “Sound”

* Reigen is trying to scare a couple who wandered onto the scene of their exorcism, but ends up getting scared by a cockroach himself.

* Chapter 90.1: “Omake”

* Suzuki Toichiro is in the middle of giving his televised “we’re taking over the world” speech when someone runs onstage to inform him that a new season of One Punch Man has begun. He then decides to wait for world domination.

* Chapter 90.2:

* Reigen worries about not having any omake ideas for the manga because readers might sue so he makes Mob dance for content, but he just does very panicked side hops.

* Chapter 90.4: “Reveal”

* One of Teru’s old gang members approaches him at school to ask how Teru grew his hair back so quickly. Teru suddenly confesses that he’s an esper, which has nothing to do with his question, but he’s too afraid to ask and drops the topic.

* Chapter 90.4: “Honesty”

* A teacher asks a younger Ritsu to share what he wants to be when he grows up with the class. Ritsu says he wants to be an esper and promptly gets sent out into the hall.

* Chapter 90.5: “Unconsciously”

* Mob is upset that he couldn’t beat anyone in an arm wrestling tournament, so he borrowed a 10kg dumbbell from his club and refused to use his powers to help lift it, except when putting it away after he was exhausted.

* Chapter 90.5: “…….”

* Mob runs out of time to come up with an omake page and explodes the town.

* Chapter 90.3: “Borrowed”

* Mob tries watching a paranormal horror movie and keeps jumping not because he’s scared of the content, but because of the loud noises.

* Chapter 90.4

* One shows the process of making his manga panels and sends out a request for assistants.

* Chapter 90.5: “Proposal”

* Mob is nervous about the announcement of the anime so Reigen offers to be the protagonist instead. Ritsu gets pissed about it.

* Chapter 90.6: “Inner Struggle”

* Hoshino and Asahi struggle greatly with not livetweeting the Mob vs Toichiro fight.

* Chapter 90.9: ”Looks Dangerous”

* Mob catches Sagawa drinking protein powder and thinks he’s doing drugs.

* Chapter 90.9: “End of 2015”

* Mob, Reigen, and Dimple all try to redesign themselves for the anime.

* Chapter 90.12:

* Mob’s character profile

* Chapter 90.12:

* One describes the items in his room.

* Chapter 91.2: Reigen’s character profile

* Chapter 91.3: Ritsu’s character profile

* Chapter 91.3: “Valentine’s day”

* Teru and Ritsu both get a ton of Valentine’s Day gifts and Mob just gets one that was left behind from an older woman client at work.

* Chapter 92.1: Teru’s character profile

* Chapter 92.2: Shou’s character profile

* Chapter 92.3: “Lifting”

* Mob tries and fails to kick a soccer ball while Tome looks on in horror.

* Chapter 92.4: “Esper Hoshino the Show-Off”

* Hoshino has started using telepathy for everything during the day, which is not only taking longer to do than if he did it by hand, but is also getting annoying.

* Chapter 93.1: “Fire Master Asahi”

* Desperate to use his powers for something, Asahi offers to light a stranger’s cigarette. The stranger says no because he’s got a lighter but Asahi lights it with his finger anyway and then sulks away.

* Chapter 93.2: “T-Shirt”

* One announces a new Mob Psycho t-shirt design.

* Chapter 93.3: “Snot Bubble”

* Mob falls asleep on a park bench and a snot bubble come out of his nose, leaves the atmosphere, and enters into orbit. 

* Chapter 94.1: “His Favorite”

* A younger Mob is standing outside holding a frog-themed umbrella and waiting for it to rain so he can use it. When it does rain, he uses a psychic barrier to keep the umbrella dry so it doesn’t get dirty.

* Chapter 94.2: “Tankobon Procedure”

* One explains a Mob-themed piece he’s doing for Tankobon Vol. 12.

* Chapter 95.1: “Sense of Crisis”

* Reigen panics because Mob is about to surpass him in physical strength and tries working out again, but just hurts his back and knees again.

* Chapter 95.2: “Numb”

* Teru helps Mob pick out The Monkey Shirt.

* Chapter 95.3: “Bug (1)”

* Mob uses his powers to remove a cockroach from his house.

* Chapter 95.4: “Bug (2)”

* Ritsu tries to deal with a cockroach with his powers, but gets scared and calls Mob.

* Chapter 95.5: “Mob Psycho Anthology: Christmas Ghost Stream”

* Reigen gets haunted by a shit ton of ghosts at his office on Christmas Eve because he’s resentful of being alone for Christmas. Mob, Reigen, and Teru enter and dispatch them and leave Dimple there against his will to keep him company.

* Chapter 96.1: “Bug (3)”

* Teru goes out into the woods to meditate but gets scared by a bug on his shoulder.

* Chapter 96.3: “Bug (4)”

* A bug flies through the Body Improvement club room while they’re working out, but everyone ignores it and it flies peacefully away.

* Chapter 96.4: “Horror Story”

* Teru, Mob, and Ritsu are gathered around a table with a single candle lit in the dark while Reigen seems to be preparing to tell a horror story. However, he then turns to the other three and asks if anyone has a horror story to tell, confusing them, and then they all just stand in awkward silence.

* Chapter 96.5: “Breeze”

* Mob is caught in a rainstorm and notices he’s the only one using an umbrella, but it gets turned inside out and the fabric torn off into the sky before he can put it away.

* Chapter 96.6: “I Understand”

* Serizawa makes a friend from his class while staring up at the clouds because they both admit to thinking something is hiding in the clouds sometimes.

* Chapter 96.6: “A Dream Carried Away”

* Mob has a dream that he’s super buff with a huge butt chin hanging out with the rest of the Body Improvement Club.

* Chapter 97.1: “Typhoon and Reigen”

* Kid Reigen is in his elementary school gym uniform and is holding two umbrellas as he’s being swept off the ground in a typhoon.

* Chapter 97.2:

* Mob and Reigen present the final key frame of season 1 of the anime.

* Chapter 97.4: “Meat (Yakiniku 1)

* Reigen takes Mob, Teru, and Ritsu out to a yakiniku restaurant after a job. Reigen is acting like they’ve never seen yakiniku before, like it’s some foreign delicacy.

* Chapter 97.5: “Spider”

* One catches a jumping spider in a plastic bottle and forgets about it for a week and then accidentally kills it trying to feed it an ant he also caught in the bottle.

* Chapter 97.6: “Meat [Cont.] (Yakiniku 2)”

* Reigen is over-explaining everything like the kids have never been on Earth before, telling them the definition of yakiniku and explaining the parts of the word like they don’t speak Japanese. He’s also controlling how long the meat cooks and when they’re permitted to take the meat.

* Chapter 97.7: “Meat [cont.] Yakiniku 3)”

* Reigen is getting upset bc Mob likes his meat cooked longer than how Reigen prefers it, and he won’t leave Mob alone about it, arguing with him about it for an entire page. Mob is about to respond and takes a bite of the meat, burning his tongue, and turning his words accidentally aggressive-sounding. He ends up telling Reigen to shut up with a scary face instead. Reigen eats the rest of his meal in a nervous silence.

* Chapter 97.8: “Meat [cont.] (Yakiniku 4)”

* Seemingly in retaliation for Reigen being extremely annoying and bothering Mob, Ritsu keeps stealing every piece of meat Reigen cooks on the grill and putting them on Mob’s plate and Teru cuts in and orders a LOT of very fancy food when the server asks for Reigen’s order.

* Chapter 97.9: “Monkey Dream”

* Dimple has a nightmare that he’s battling a horde of giant monkeys that look just like the one’s on Mob’s ugly shirt.

* Chapter 97.10: “Steak Story”

* One tells about the first time he cooked steak for himself and how delicious it turned out. No punchline.

* Chapter 97.11: “Q: What does a ghost piggyback ride look like to people who can’t see ghosts?”

* Mob is seemingly floating through the air in a very weird pose while Tome looks on in confusion.

* Chapter 97.12: “Hagemon Tee”

* An image of Mob, Teru, Ritsu, Sho, Inukawa, Hoshino, and Sagawa all wearing Mob’s monkey shirt in varying stages of joy and grief.

* Chapter 97.13: “Greeting”

* Hoshino stands in front of the camera giving the official Mob Psycho 100 New Year’s greeting. Mob and Ritsu can’t figure out why he was chosen, but we learn from Reigen that it’s because he wanted to slough the burden off on someone else.

* Chapter 98.1: “Selfie”

* Asahi makes his Twitter profile picture an image of him conjuring flame on his fingers, and then he is “paid a visit” a few days later.

* Chapter 98.?: “Offline Meetup”

* (Cont. from “Selfie”) Asahi is reached out to by an esper circle. They ask him what level of esper he is and talk about the approach of dark forces, leaving him very confused.

* Chapter 98.?: “Offline Meetup (2)”

* The espers keep seriously talking about levels like they’re a real thing Asahi should know about, introducing themselves and estimating Asahi’s level as 2 or 3.

* Chapter 98.?: “Offline Meetup (3)”

* The group keeps talking about chuunibyou type stuff, like their shining forces battling dark legions. Asahi really wants to know what they’re talking about, but they won’t explain in more detail until he displays his powers.

* Chapter 98.?: “Performance”

* (Cont. from Offline Meetup [3]) Asahi displays his ability to ignite fire in his palm. He admits that he can’t do much more, but everyone seems shocked, and he’s immediately welcomed as the “ace” of the team.

* Chapter 98.6: “Joint Offline Meetup”

* (Cont. from Performance) It’s revealed that these people were all just roleplayers with a feud against the “dark legion” team. They’re stoked that they have an actual esper. Asahi still doesn’t understand that this is not real.

* Chapter 98.7: “Face-Off”

* Asahi and the Shining Force show up to battle the Dark Legion, and it’s revealed that Hoshino is the “ace” of the Dark Legion.

* Chapter 98.8: “I shall draw this week’s omake from a place of monumental drowsiness”

* One talks about how tired he is and what he does to stay awake when exhausted.

* Chapter 98.9: “War Breaks Out!!”

* Hoshino and Asahi are deep in this now. Hoshino tries to convince Asahi to defect to their side, but he refuses, and they prepare to battle.

* Chapter 98.11: “How to create an omake”

* One is trying to draw a four-panel vertical omake but keeps messing up, eventually losing hope and slamming his head on his desk.

* Chapter 98.11: “Omake for the Omake”

* One provides an illustration of Reigen speaking French for use in French localization/bookstores.

* Chapter 98.12: “Battle”

* Asahi and Hoshino begin to fight, but One decided that it was getting too long so he cut it and turned it into a Tankobon. Reigen and One go back and forth with “Really?” “Really.” for a long time.

* Chapter 99.1: “Inukawa Diary”

* Inukawa keeps a log of his life after being taken by the alien spaceship. He wonders why they took him and tries to think of ways to communicate with them.

* Chapter 99.2: “Inukawa Diary (2)”

* The aliens throw a party to welcome Inukawa and he eats something weird that makes him go crazy at the party.

* Chapter 99.3: “Inukawa Diary (3)”

* Inukawa kills the predator that destroyed the aliens’ crops and he’s hailed as a hero, having wooed the princess.

* Chapter 99.4: “Inukawa Diary (4)”

* Inukawa is starting to panic and writes about how much he wants to return to Earth.

* Chapter 100.1: “Day 10”

* Inukawa’s eyes have grown large and sparkly like the aliens’ and he communicates through those eyes his desire to return home to Earth.

* Chapter 100.2: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (1)”

* Tokugawa Hikaru

* Chapter 100.3: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (2)”

* Inukawa Mameta

* Chapter 100.4: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (3)”

* Kijibayashi Haruto

* Chapter 100.5: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (4)”

* Saruta Shirihiko

* Chapter 100.6: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (5)”

* Takenaka Momozou

* Chapter 100.7: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (6)”

* Koyama Megumu

* Sakurai Yuusuke

* Chapter 100.8: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (7)”

* Minegishi Toshiki

* Chapter 100.9: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (8)”

* Shimazaki Ryou

* Chapter 100.10: “‘I have no material so here’s a close-up’ Series: All-Nighter Reigen

* Chapter 100.11: “At Long Last, Revealing Their Full Names (9)”

* Shibata Hiroshi

* Hatori Nozomu

* Chapter 100.12: “‘Haircut Swap’ Series (To Not Be Continued)”

* Mob and Ritsu swapped hairstyles but they basically look the same.

* Chapter 100.13: “Baked Sweet Potato”

* It’s is—and truly I cannot stress this enough—a drawing of Mob lifting a baked sweet potato into the air.

* Chapter 100.14: “Content”

* Mob and Reigen don’t have any content to put in the omake so Reigen tells Mob to just look at the sky.

* Chapter 100.15: “Deadlines and HP”

* One shows his HP bar at different points leading up to his deadline.

* Chapter 100.16: “Omake Prime”

* Mob and Dimple are panicking over an approaching omake deadline, but the yokai hunter steps in and starts endlessly rambling an idea for an omake, and Dimple rejects it.

[spectralquartzafterdark]

Okay hear me out. Megatron fragging Rosie after that exchange. Wanting to mark her up. Him being a tad insecure because Ratchet hit nerves. Give. Now.

I can do that. Because I agree it probably hit a few nerves. -Rosie It'll be under the cut as usual. Warnings: Mass Displacement, Creampies, Possessive Megatron, Human and Bot Sticky Interfacing. IDW Continuity Technically.

"R-ight there, fuck, ahhh..." she was singing again. Just for him.

His encounter with Ratchet had him overcompensating. He couldn't believe the nerve of that mech. His vents heated the air around them as his digits dug into that spot inside of Rosie. He was greedy, he trusted very few around his human.

"Don't stifle yourself. I want to hear you." he said leaning over her small frame, "No need to be shy."

He wanted to be rougher, so much rougher. He wanted her to be so sore and exhausted she couldn't make it to the med bay. But, he was being as gentle as he could for her in the moment. Enjoying the fact only he could make her feel like this. Only he could make her sing like this. He shifted her legs and pressed even deeper. He watched as her head fell back. His spike would be in her soon enough. He had grabbed some energon earlier just so he could do this. He couldn't be satisfied by just tasting her today. He needed to be inside of her.

"Megatron~" she whined as his digit brushed a sensitive spot few could reach inside of her.

He smirked, "Again." he said wanting the validation it was his name she was moaning. And he was blessed with his request being answered. His other digit idly played with her enlarged clit, some humans were very similar in some aspects and he took advantage of it.

"What do you want?" his engine revved as he vented again, hot air filling the room.

"I to cum... overload... please I-I can't take this much more." she begged almost sobbing from over-stimulation. "Not so f-aaast." He smirked licking her lubricant from his digit. He let her rest for the moment as he focused his form. Compacting down with mass displacement was never easy and it had it's limits. He could only get down to perhaps a bit smaller than Starscream's size, but focused on his Spike and valve to being just large enough so she could take him without worry.

He chuckled moving the hair from her face, "I waited too long for this." he hummed.

He had never taken this sort of action with her. He was always worried about hurting her. But, today he needed to mark her. He needed to make damn sure other mechs knew who her cybertronian partner was.

"Y-you're smaller." she watched as she caught her breath.

"Mass displacement dearspark. You deserve a proper night with me."

He watched as her eye lit up and she nodded. Her enthusiasm helped his nerves, he had never displaced in such a way. So, he was glad it would not be wasted. He gently brought her to his face and kissed her gently. His panel retracted and revealed his pressurized spike. He left bite marks along her shoulders as he began to position her in his servos. And in one careful movement he buried himself inside of her.

"F-fuck. Frag... " she gasped and grabbed onto whatever part of him that she could.

He had done his job well if it was that easy. And he took pride in it. He watched as she arched into the berth below her and moaned. He noted the small bulge in her abdomen and smirked. He bent over her as they found their pace. Only shifting when her legs finally gave up and she begged him for more. He pressed her legs over into a press so he could press himself deeper into her valve. No, pussy that's the term she had used before.

"I waited so long for this. Primus... mine. Mine." he felt his resolve slip. His insecurities falling out of his intake, "My Rosie. Frag."

"Please, harder, I'm so close already, frag please." her voice sang out.

A thought crossed his circuits, but he decided to hold back on that for now. He would approach that subject of sparkbonding later. He focused instead on pounding into her poor pussy and making her feel good. He could feel the sensation building in his bipedal cord and he held it back.

"Overload for me. Show me I'm the only mech who can make you feel this way." his voice dropped low as he growled.

He felt her flutter around his spike and smirked, that was new. He kissed her where he could. His massive frame overshadowed hers as he pulled her hips in more.

"I'll make them question how you're not sparked." he breathed as his vents hissed again, "Come on dearspark."

In the moment he watched her come undone her pussy clamping around his spike. She practically screamed out his name. And in a few more rushed thrusts he overloaded in her. He felt another orgasm hit her as she milked him of all his transfluid. He caught his breath for a moment before immediately checking in on her. His digits caressed her face gently. He watched her blissed out face come back to this reality and smirked.

"Mmmm so good. Full..." she managed to breathe out, "I love you..."

His spark throbbed violently and he leaned in to kiss her face, "I love you too."

He smiled as he felt his insecurities melt. Those words meant more than anything else. He carefully pulled his depressurized spike from her and carefully cleaned the mess they had made. He watched as she fully came to and sit up.

She smiled at him as he returned to his original size and scooped her up in a blanket. He knew she would need a bath and started to walk the direction it was.

"Ratchet give you trouble?" she murmured as she ran her hands over the marks he left.

Megatron chuckled, "It doesn't matter. Not anymore."

[yuurivoice]

Re: Have you been watching any shows lately? If so, what would you recommend?

A sexy Sith! Oh la la sign me up I would love to watch that.

I was just wondering about your recommendations. I’ve been catching up on one piece and I tell you there’s a lot of fucking episodes. I’m like on episode 510 right now and I started back in March right now. I’m just taking a couple of days off so I can kind of get my mind back together.

Love your videos by the way and I see you’re getting more and more fans that’s awesome dude. ♥️ keep up the good work! 👍

Thank you!

I realize I didn't really give any proper recommendations in my first answer, so let me have a think.

If I had to think of something to watch right now, my list would go something like..

The Bear - Excellent Dramedy, feels like a theater production in the way scenes are staged and performed. Heavy subject matter, so I'd check the content warnings, but I think those subjects are handled in some very great ways which has made it easy to digest even if it has hit a few of my own sore spots. Season 3 just dropped, episodes are 30ish minutes, very easy watch if you can handle some of the stress. I have to take breaks. LOL

Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul - Really can't say enough good things. Personally prefer BCS as a whole because Walter White might be the most insufferable fuck of a man ever, and while I love him for it, much like his family I just want him to get the fuck away from me after a while. Meanwhile, Jimmy/Saul is a fuck up, but not morally reprehensible to the point of being vile.

Xmen 97 - It's fucking good. Really fucking good. Really horny. Really messy. Really excellent. Beats the entirety of recent MCU projects a dozen times over and it's not even close. The themes it represents are still as relevant as ever, if not moreso.

Berserk (1997) - Another content warning check, but it's great. Will always be great. Not for the reasons the gym bros and wannabe Chads might make you think it's great. It's a classic for a reason. Alternatively you could watch the Golden Age movies for a condensed and modernized look at it. Don't watch the recent anime series, its...not great.

Assorted Anime Recs - Gurren Lagann, Outlaw Star, Cowboy Bebop, FMA Brotherhood, any Studio Ghibli movie, Steins;Gate

I'm very bad at remembering what I like so I'm never a great answer for recommendations and such. Also I haven't watched much new shit in years so...I'm also pretty outdated.

[imagineitdearies-old]

I loved the analysis but kepa for Daddy reasons is the only way to use it

Regarding this short analysis on Valyrian terms for 'uncle.'

Haha i meaannn Rhaenyra uses kepa with Viserys too, but i appreciate your horny priorities anon. You have suddenly sparked a little lucemond drabble from me, so thank you!! This is also inspired by the fact that Aemond spoke some pretty broken Valyrian in ep10 😂

Big NSFW warning! Lol but here ya go folks:

"Ahhhhh...ahh, fuck...oh--kepa!"

Aemond grunted as Luke's walls clamped down around him, only managing a few more sporadic thrusts before he followed his nephew into orgasm. They groaned together, limbs locking even tighter around one another through the aftershocks.

Luke smiled when Aemond collapsed onto the pillows next to him, reaching to smooth away a sweaty strand of hair Aemond could feel stuck to his cheek. He waited to bat the hand away until Luke had already moved it, letting out a harrumph when his nephew proceeded to cuddle into his chest--but only holding out for a moment before wrapping an arm around him to keep him there.

They had an enjoyable, discreet thing going. Much more enjoyable than trying to constantly avoid or intimidate his nephew after Rhaenyra's family returned to the Red Keep, to Aemond's surprise. He found he preferred Luke 'paying his debt' this way...and Luke was clearly enjoying himself too.

But one thing about their almost-nightly fucks had Aemond curious.

When Lucerys finally extricated himself from their embrace and put on his clothes, offering a knowing, "Till next time, qybor," Aemond sat up with a frown.

"You always call me qybor," he started, and Lucerys raised a brow as he paused, one leg into his trousers. "Always, except for when we fuck."

It was only thanks to his nephews that he knew familial Valyrian words, or anything beyond the basics for commanding a dragon. The maesters had dutifully supplied him and his royal siblings with the available books on the subject, but the texts were at once far too advanced and far too simple. He tried to ask his father about teaching him when he was young, but Viserys would either cite exhaustion or say, "Another day, perhaps."

Alicent forbid him from going to Rhaenyra, and his older half-sister didn't seem to like him anyway. So young Aemond caught onto the practical application of familial words mostly by the way Jacaerys and Lucerys used the terms, like referring to him as qybor and Daemon as kepa.

But his lack of education in this one area was still a bit of a sore spot. The day Luke had amusedly corrected his use of 'taoba' instead of 'toabus' was the same Aemond had pinned him against the wall of a dark alcove, threatened his eye and worse, then somehow ended up fucking him against the wall instead.

Lucerys gave him a disbelieving look now, saying, "Yes...?" Aemond's jaw locked; he said nothing more. At that, his nephew's face quickly relaxed into surprised amusement. "Really? You don't know?"

Most of the time Aemond could ignore or even enjoy Luke's teasing. But on this particular subject, it hit a nerve. He stood and pushed the rest of Luke's clothes at his chest, ignoring his nephew's questions as to what was wrong as he practically threw him from his rooms.

Aemond spent the next day or so sulking, tempted to go back to those useless books for answers, but not quite enough to take such a blow to his pride. He scowled at Luke anytime he neared, and stiffly told the younger man, "I am not taking visitors," when he showed up at his door a few nights later.

But Luke rolled his eyes and budged his way in anyway, hands on his hips as he glared up at Aemond. "Why are you so upset? I don't have to call you kepa if that's such a problem."

Aemond sneered. "The problem is your patronization."

"So you're not just trying to embarrass me into explaining?"

"Embarrass you? Just because your mother could teach you Valyrian--"

"Fine, fine," he interrupted with a sigh. "I'm sorry--it just surprised me. I really thought you knew." Then Luke smirked with those full, much-too-kissable lips, closing the distance between them. He splayed a possessive hand over Aemond's chest, looking up from under his dark lashes as he murmured, "It doesn't just mean father's brother, you see."

Aemond forgot what they were talking about, for a moment.

Then clarity returned--he grabbed Luke's wrist, locking the younger man close against him. "Just tell me."

Luke's smirk softened, almost turned sad. "I would have thought, of all things--but I suppose the king never..." he sighed and shook away whatever somber thing he was thinking. The smirk returned slightly as he leaned forward and whispered into Aemond's ear, "It means uncle...and father, kepa."

As Aemond just started to take this in, still confused, he let out a sharp noise of surprise when Lucerys's teeth captured his ear lobe and bit down, hard.

Aemond immediately felt himself growing hard in response.

And then everything Luke was saying came together in his head. All other questions fled in the face of Aemond's sudden, imposing confusion as to why he wasn't currently buried deep inside his nephew, drawing out that word from his sweet lips right this moment.

But that could be easily remedied. Aemond twisted Luke around and shoved his trousers down, unsurprised but still further aroused to see his nephew had yet again prepared himself before arriving here. Without further ado Aemond grabbed Luke's other wrist and pinned them both up against the door with one hand, wrapping his arm around the younger man's waist and grinning at the sound of Luke's whimper as he thrust inside with ease.

By the end of that particular bout of fucking Aemond learned a lot about himself--for one, that he actually did like dirty talk, specifically in the context of growling at his nephew, "That's it, be a good boy and take it for your kepa," as he pounded into him over a table. Or that he had no hope of staving off his orgasm when Luke wailed "kepaaaaa" so brokenly into the pillows, as his nephew did ten minutes later.

The only problem that arose from such discoveries was that now, whenever Luke had the inclination, all he had to do was switch to the 'incorrect' Valyrian term for uncle and Aemond had no choice but to take him up against the nearest surface. It was too much power--dangerous, really. A hazard to their environment, to anyone within earshot, and most importantly to Aemond's defenses against feeling real, undeniable affection for his nephew.

As Luke moaned, "Please, kepa," yet again while being fingered open by him, Aemond supposed he could live with that.

~end~

[matchamilkislover]

In The Darkest Corners, 4.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name basically)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness.

word count: 1,525

synopsis: finally leaving the brothel, olive is hopeful vi found a lead. unfortunately, it’s not exactly the lead she was looking for - but it’s exactly the lead vi wanted to find.

authors note: there will be more explicit violence in this chapter because…reasons. vi being the main reason. anyways, hopefully i’ll get chapters 5-11 uploaded shortly after this one.

don’t forget to read parts 1, 2, and 3 first!!

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Olive awkwardly bid the woman in the fox mask goodbye and followed Vi through the doorway. The conversation wasn't half bad — but she knew what the woman would expect had she stayed much longer. She released an audible sigh as they exited the brothel and the smoke changed to a smog.

"So you're no stranger to Babette, huh?" Vi asked teasingly.

"That's none of your business," Olive responded with a scratch in her throat, like just the thought was upsetting her.

"Whoa, my bad, didn't mean to hit a sore spot." Vi lifted the hands in her jacket pocket as an informal defensive stance.

"So where are we going now, anyway? Did...Babette have any information?" Olive asked, desperate to change the subject.

"We aren't going anywhere. I'm following the lead Babette gave me, but it's better I do it alone. I'll find you later."

"I'm sorry, what? If you've got a serious lead, I'm coming with!" Olive exclaimed, her face knotted with offense and surprise.

"No, you aren't." Vi's eyes hardened as she stopped and stared Olive down, like she was committing some crime by wanting to be involved in her own investigation. "This is something I need to do myself. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't seem like much of a fighter, and I don't want to deal with being in charge of someone else's life right now." Her voice was firm. Olive knew she wouldn't bend.

"Fine." Olive crossed her arms. "As long as you don't get yourself killed before we figure this shit out."

Vi winked. "Wouldn't dream of it."

—

Olive grumbled to herself as she trudged to her shamble of an apartment, cursing herself for not trying harder to stick up to Vi. Not much of a fighter my ass, she thought. She hasn't even seen me fight! She sighed, knowing it was no use to argue about it with herself. She'd just have to wait and hope that Vi kept her word about finding her. Unless...

Once inside her apartment, she headed straight for the pack she'd been living in since she first left her old home with it. Deep at the bottom, where she hoped she would never have to reach, her hand curled around a metal object. Pulling it out, Olive took a long look at the pistol that once felt warm in her hands. She always resented the shooting lessons and tournaments that her parents forced her into, but now that she actually had a use for her unforgotten skills, she started to understand just a little bit why they enforced it so much. She gripped the weapon tighter in her hand, then checked that it was still loaded like she remembered before standing up and walking grimly out of her apartment.

Olive scaled the walls of the tallest building near her and began to travel along the raised pathways, jumping over gaps and scaling more stories as she needed to. While this wasn't her favorite form of travel, it would be the best way of spotting whatever Vi was getting herself into. She suddenly stopped when she heard Vi's voice.

"Filthy traitor!"

Olive got down low and peeked over the ledge she was on. What she saw was Vi slamming another person's face into a wall. Ouch. Upon taking a closer look, Olive gasped when she recognized Vi's opponent. Sevika? Olive herself had always stayed as far away as possible — that bitch was scary as hell. But she was also giant, with a metal shimmer-powered arm. The fact that Vi was holding her own against her, and actually kicking her around, was impressive.

And hot.

Olive followed the fight as it moved, watching as they slammed each other through walls and made hit after hit. When Vi launched Sevika through a wall into another alleyway, Olive cursed and quickly leaped across another roof and rushed onto a raised walkway to keep track of the fight. She watched as Vi grasped Sevika's throat and held her down with her boot, growling something to her that Olive couldn't pick up. When Sevika replied, she watched as Vi's face slipped into shock and her guard started to come down.

That was when Sevika stabbed her through the abdomen.

Olive gasped in shock, and after a moment she came back to herself and started fumbling to get her pistol out, cursing her stupid fingers. She felt helpless as she watched Sevika kick Vi down from where she was already crawling on the ground and then walk around to pull her up by her chin. Then Sevika raised her arm, about to recharge. Olive knew instantly that she was aiming to kill. Without a second thought, she pointed her pistol at the vial of shimmer that was about to recharge Sevika's arm, and shot. The vial burst open, shocking the great brute long enough to give Olive the chance to keep shooting. She aimed for her now failing arm again and again, but her target quickly jumped back into action, growling at Olive when she spotted her before dodging her shots and running off.

Olive instantly leapt down to the alley Sevika had left Vi in, calling out her name desperately as she rushed towards her. She shoved the pistol back into her holster and knelt down to check that Vi was conscious, or at least alive. To her relief (and surprise) Vi looked at her with a weak smile and held a hand towards Olive.

"You gonna help me up or not, cupcake?"

Olive sighed and pulled Vi up with both arms after holstering her pistol, laying Vi's arm along her shoulders so that she could hold most of Vi's weight while she still walked.

"Stop calling me that, my name is Olive," she said in a tone of half-assed annoyance.

"But you're so sweet, like a cupcake," Vi replied with a smile in her voice.

Olive rolled her eyes but kept helping her along down the alleyway in the opposite direction of where Sevika had gone. A shiver suddenly ran down her spine when she heard shouting and running in their direction.

"Shit," she hissed under her breath, about to hoist Vi more onto her figure so that they could speed up.

"Start running," Vi said, suddenly quickening her own steps with a painful groan. Olive did as she was told and started rushing down alleyways, taking whatever turns and detours Vi instructed her to. They slowed to a stop in front of a ledge that housed levels of scaffolding below it.

"Are you sure you can do this in your-" Olive was cut off by Vi leaping down on her own, and Olive rushed to look what she was doing just in time to watch her slam herself onto a horizontal pole, but keep launching herself down.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Olive cursed in hushed tones before following her lead. She did her best to avoid throwing herself around like Vi had done, but this wasn't exactly an easily navigable path. She dropped herself next to Vi and put her arm out to stop her before she started trying to move again.

"My apartment is just down the next alley, we can go there," She gasped, still trying to catch her breath. Vi nodded and, surprisingly, let Olive continue helping her as they made their way to her apartment.

They struggled up the steps, but soon enough Olive was kicking open the door with her free leg and led Vi to the mat that she used as a bed. The latter groaned and let her head fall against the wall as she shifted her hand that was covering her wound.

"Let me see," Olive said gently, reaching to move Vi's hand and then her shirt that was blocking her full view of the wound. She winced, seeing just how wide and deep Vi's wound really was.

"You're not a bad shot, Cupcake," Vi groaned, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm a great shot," Olive retorted with a sigh, moving to search for whatever first aid supplies she could make out of her few belongings. She found a clean cloth and some alcohol, and turned back to Vi to clean her up.

"This is going to sting," she warned before pouring a bit of the alcohol on the wound and quickly covering it with the cloth to soak everything up. Vi groaned and hissed in pain.

"You're not even gonna give me some of that stuff before you start pouring it on me?" She asked with a grimace. Olive shot her a glare and stood up.

"You need some sort of medicine for this." She stated, looking out the one tiny window in her apartment.

"Good luck on finding that," Vi retorted with another groan.

"I'm sure I'll manage. I'll be back soon." Olive turned and started towards the door, but Vi spoke again suddenly.

"Olive, I...Thank you," she almost whispered.

"Anytime," Olive replied casually before heading out the door and back into the Lanes.

Once outside, she cursed herself for being so confident in finding medicine in the undercity. This wasn't going to be easy.

[one-winged-dreams]

Lux

ship: (Lux Astrum x Gladiolus Amicitia) source: Final Fantasy XV word count: 1401 cw: implications of physical parental abuse

I'm so fucking SGKJHSELGKJ over Lux and Gladio being childhood friends to lovers, and Gladio being there for the start of Lux's transition. Also gay gay homosexual gay.

very quick for indulgence purposes no proof reading we post like men

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @kylars-princess @adoredbyalatus @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@dear-gambler @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitosoulmate @goldenworldsabound

"Things still rough at home?"

The question was enough to get Lumine to open her eyes. She liked it here, in the Amicitia's backyard, her favorite respite from her family and life in general. There was no shouting or senseless conflict. Just the soft feeling of sun-warmed grass beneath her.

"... Yeah," she answered Gladio with a sigh, bringing her arm up to drape over her forehead. 

"... I see," came Gladio's reply, accompanied by a huff through his nose. "Not sure why I asked..."

There was a mostly comfortable silence after that, only mostly considering the awkwardness of the subject that had been breached. 

"Was it... always like that?" Gladio gambled against the odds of making the conversation MORE awkward, deciding to go ahead with what he wanted to ask.

"... Not sure," Lumine ultimately answered. "My grandparents were never like this, to my knowledge. It'd be a disgrace if my whole lineage was..." 

A sigh left her lips as she trailed off, her forearm coming down to cover her eyes.

"If anyone deserves to serve the King... My parents aren't it."

Gladio merely nodded his head, a thoughtful gesture of contemplation. 

"Do you think you are? I mean, as the oldest, how do you even feel about taking up that mantle? I don't see you as the family type," he tried to make a lighthearted comment, rolling his head to the side to fix Lumine with a teasing eyebrow arch.

Lumine snorted, a good sign.

"What, are you saying you wouldn't start a family with me?" she teased back before returning to her melancholy expression.

"That'd be something, though, wouldn't it? Astrum and Amicitia..." Another inhale through her nose. "If it came down to it, I'd DEFINITELY take your family over mine. I don't have any real attachment to mine, if they want someone to continue the lineage they've got my sister."

Gladio's turned his head to look back up at the sky.

"Man. All daughters. That's a load of responsibility."

Lumine didn't say anything for a second, taking a few beats until she gave her reply.

"Yeah... Daughters..." 

It was quiet again. This time there was a palpable tension, one that had Gladio sitting up a bit, turning on his side and supporting himself with his elbow.

"What's up with you, Lumine?"

Blinking, Lumine turned her head to look at him.

"I mean, like... A lot, but what are you asking specifically?" 

Gladio's expression was a bit more serious than she was comfortable with.

"How would I know? You're not exactly an open book these days."

This had Lumine's brow furrowing, a little offended by the comment. Gladio didn't mince words, it was something she loved about him, but this was hitting a little too close for comfort. 

"Yeah, well. Maybe I've just had some stuff on my mind."

"Anything you wanna share with the class?"

"Not really..."

"Then what about with your boyfriend?"

Lumine winced. Godsdammit, that was a sore spot. She never wanted to be distant, never wanted to be the way her parents were. With herself, with each other. Whatever she had with Gladio, she swore it would never end up like that.

But this was... Different. 

A lump in her throat made itself known, and she struggled to swallow it.

"It's... I'm..." She took a deep, shuddering breath. 

"I want to tell you, but... I'm scared."

Gladio's brow furrowed this time.

"You? Scared?"

Lumine's eyes clenched shut, her eyelids trembling in a way that made it known she wasn't exaggerating.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice cracking, "... scared."

"Lumine," Gladio sighed and she winced. "Don't give me that crap. You don't scare easy, so just... Out with it. Rip off the bandaid." 

Lumine's eyes opened and she looked at him. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable and wet and foreign in a way that Gladio wasn't used to seeing. 

"But I'm scared if I do... You won't... Know me anymore..." Her voice came out in a near whisper. 

"Is that so bad? You've stuck with me this long, Lumine. And I've stuck with you. Whatever it is, I already know I'm still gonna like whoever you are. Even if it means I have to help you bury someone here in the yard. So just say it," Gladio's attempt at light-heartedness was a bit of a failure in that his conviction to get Lumine to open up was a bit intense. 

It seemed to do the trick though, as Lumine gulped again, staring at him with an expression that trembled along the ledge of vulnerability. 

"I don't think... I don't think there IS a Lumine," she spoke softly, breathily. 

"Well then, who is there?"

The question was abrupt, blunt, and perfect for breaking down the final wall that stood between Gladio and true openness. Tears welled up in Lumine's eyes, and she didn't even try to keep them from falling.

"Well... It's... Lux." 

"Tell me about Lux," Gladio continued his trend of unwavering support, which only made the tears stream even quicker. 

"Lux is... What Lumine would be like if she wasn't so sad all the time. Lux can stand up for... for himself."

There was a silence that was so tense that Lumine winced, keeping her eyes clenched shut. The silence was so deafening she wanted to reach up and cover her ears. But more than that, she was even more afraid of what would break that silence.

"I see. Well... does Lux still want to be my boyfriend?"

In an utterly appropriate metaphor, Lux's eyes snapped open in a manner that was like he was seeing the light for the first time. Here in Gladio's backyard, where the sun always felt brightest and warmest. 

He took a quick inhale.

"He would... He really would..."

More silence followed, less tense but still ringing with questions neither of them wanted to breach yet.

"But... Are you even...?" Lux managed to bring himself to grasp the most important one.

Whatever he feared, he wouldn't find it, as Gladio let out a snort.

"Lux... I don't even like girls."

"THEN WHY-"

"Guess I was just ahead of the game, huh? I thought it was weird too, but I guess I'm just more in tune to you than YOU were. Face it, you're oblivious," Gladio snickered, reaching over to pull Lux's headband off and ruffle his hair.

"Hey!" Lux protested with a whine, making an even whinier sound as Gladio tossed the accessory across the yard.

"Come on, is Lux still gonna let his parents decide what he wears? I've always hated that thing on you. You should get a more badass accessory," Gladio sat up fully, crossing his legs.

"Like what? A piercing or something?" Lux followed suit, arching a brow in contemplation.

"That's even more badass than what I was considering, you should do it," Gladio responded by giving Lux's shoulder a playful shove. "You said Lux stands up for himself. Maybe it's time that he started now."

Lux stared at him for a good moment before slowly nodding.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right," he said thoughtfully, partially to himself.

"You're gonna be 16 this year, that's old enough. How about when your birthday rolls around we take you down to get one?" Gladio's arm came to wrap around Lux's shoulders now, giving him a little shake accompanied by an enabling smirk.

"You paying for it?" Lux snorted, unable to keep from cracking a smile. "What kind do you think would be best for a first one? Something that'll piss off my parents, they're gonna kick my ass no matter what I get."

The comment was played off casually, both of them were used to darker quips about Lux's home predicament. And so they thought for a moment.

Eventually, Lux turned to point to the area between his eyes.

"Okay, bridge?" 

And then one of his hands moved down to his nose.

"Or nostril?"

Gladio seemed to think for a moment, rubbing his chin.

"How about... BOTH nostrils. Sounds like a good middle ground."

"Oh, good idea. Anyway..." Lux trailed off, inciting a head tilt from Gladio.

"Come on, you're not about to clam up NOW are you?"

"No! No. I just..." Lux sighed before leaning into him and closing his eyes.

"Thanks... For still loving Lux."

Gladio's arm tightened around his shoulders.

"No problem... But I don't have to talk about having an ex-girlfriend do I?"

"NO!"

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Unpopular opinion (or so I'm starting to think it is). The Shattered Castle was really good.

While I didn't really like The Captive Kingdom, TSC took me on a rollercoaster, and I mean ROLLERCOASTER of emotions. It was definitely the darkest book of the series as well. I mean, it had the usual; torture, death etc. But this time it hit different, let me elaborate.

The death of Kerwyn: Major character deaths so far have not really stuck (e.g. Imogen and Mott), so they weren't as permanent as this one. And while I definitely feel like the book rushed over Kerwyn's death far too quickly, it's the first character who well and truly won't come back from the dead (aside from more minor characters such as Erick).

Castor's unwanted advances and more sinister intentions with Imogen: I actually really liked this more aged-up take. It added that layer of creepy, urgency and severity of Castor's position to the plot. He made comments throughout about keeping Imogen company and we must not forget how pushy he was when he was trying to get her to marry him. And I won't mention the kiss because it was vomitus.

Cheating and betrayal: While Jaron has had a lifetime of people betraying him, Imogen's "cheating" was definitely a real knife in the gut. Of course, it was all staged and planned and part of the ploy to regain control, but even when Jaron knew that, it was clear he really didn't know what to do with himself. It is one of his worst nightmares.

Abandonment: This is perhaps the biggest one. Throughout the entire series, a lot of Jaron's trauma and emotional stuntedness revolves around the fact that he was abandoned by his family as a child. So it's a very, VERY sore subject. So when Imogen told him on two seperate occasions that she can't be with him anymore (first time because she was angry and second time because she had a plan - mind you that she meant neither but, of course, Jaron interpreted that as her very much meaning it), it clearly was Jaron's worst fear coming to life - that is losing the love of his life in a way that is perhaps worse than death.

Failure: Losing Carthya for the first time.

Torture: This was also kind of brushed over. But I really liked how throughout the book he was actually getting progressively weaker and sicker. None of his wounds for treated for the first time, and they just kept piling on. First the whipping, then the arm stab wound, falling from the walls because he was too weak to hold the rope, having his leg crushed, having literally faced off an explosion etc. The torture lasted throughout the entire book rather than some contrast here and there, and it was not just in the physical sense, the entire book until Imogen and Jaron finally TaLkEd and became power couple no. 1 had Jaron living out all of his worst nightmares at once: failure, loss, abandonment, death etc.

Learning to trust.

And more I can't think of.

And while, I didn't solely like it for the darkness, I think it made for a very interesting plot.

The original trilogy is still superior, but honestly, for me, TSC is competing for one of the top spots.

Though it definitely had it's plot holes and short comings. Just some of the things that really irked me:

I really didn't like the plot twist that Imogen has royal blood. Not because they are technically related (did some trusty maths - they share like less than 1% of DNA technically speaking so I made peace with that part), but because it kind of erased a lot of the original plot, premises and romance. It was always like a "forbidden" romance type thing. Jaron fell in love with a servant girl and she ended up meaning more to him than his country. But even with that aside, I liked how Imogen gained everyone's respect just by virtue of being herself, I don't think she needed a drop of royal blood to establish that. It also retracted from how unique Jaron is. In my mind I'd always separate him from the others, now those lines have blurred.

Jaron stealing money from Imogen's mother. Now while I do like the drama that subsequently emerged, and than fact that JARON WAS THE REASON IMOGEN BECAME A SERVANT - I really liked that plot twist because then Imogen had to accept and continue loving him despite, or rather, in spite of that fact (it was also clearly tormenting Jaron for a lot of the book). So while I liked the outcome, I will say, it felt a bit "cheap". A bit like the imposters gold in TFP, the whole plot in that sense could have been far more elaborate and well developed I feel.

Could have been even darker. I admit, I'm a sucker for angst. And I feel like this book had a lot of opportunity to dip further into it and torture Jaron more with the image of Imogen and Castor being together and failing Carthya.

Kerwyn's death. Specifically the fact that it had little to no impact. He deserved more.

Probably some more points that I forgot.

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Dead Friend Forever ep 5

In which I stop theorising and start wishing for a painful death for most of the characters.

This intro music slaps...in the sense of it perfectly prepares you for the mystery and suspense.

It's so funny how a different hair style can really change someone. It took a while to recognise Past!Fluke.

Also Past!Tee was a dick.

Barcode!! 😍

(Also, flashbacks to my own experience of being bullied in high school. Yep, all these lowlifes deserve everything that's coming to them.)

And that's why Future!Por and Future!Top were the first affected. Because they were the worst and loudest bullies.

Hmmm a red band on Non's wrist, and a red bag...something to keep note of?

I need to protect Non with all my being. And I want to punch Tee's moody face. And Top's smug face. Jin's ok, Jin can be redeemed. He can survive in the future, but not the others.

Oooo did Jin have feelings for Non?!

(Oh! Is that the same location as in My Ride?)

I wonder what all that medication is for...and why the subject of Non's brother hits a sore spot.

Why does it feel ominous that there's a La Madre poster in Non's room when his mother seems to be strict/overbearing?

OH. OHHHHH. TEE'S UNCLE.

Are they just stealing Non's script?! Oh. Oh no.

Ohhhh what was that detail on Por's shirt and then on the script? Was Por wearing Non's shirt? Oh, alright, it was Por's family name...

These boys are horrible.

Well, I feel sorry for Por's mum (and dad to some extent) ...she's going to have to mourn her son. But that's about it.

It's so obvious that Tee's going to get Non to open the fake account for his uncle. They need to just get on with it because it's frustrating me no end.

Of course Top's going to drop the camera and break it and then blame it on Non. I hate him and I hate this show for being this obvious. And I hate bullies.

So this is what 'they did to him'. Tee put the blame for the broken camera on to Non and basically ruined him and his family? I hate them. I hate them so much. They deserve everything they get. And I hope pure innocent White is actually the devil incarnate and will make Tee pay. Deeply.

I'm mad. This episode made me mad. I actually want to go back to the gore and horror just to see these boys get their comeuppance. But poor Non is a little on the precipice of unhinged and is also a little dumb. Come on! Don't think Tee can actually help you get free cash!! Ahhhhh.