#very annoying but one of the tamer effects

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

Princess | Limits [Final]

There's only so much he can take.

Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, misunderstanding, smut, (slightly) mean Dom kook, a slap to the thigh, uh, knot is mentioned, it's nasty, unprotected but MC is mentioned to be on birth control, he holds her by the throat? Idk he also has his fingers in her mouth-

Length: 5k Words

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A/N: This will act as a final chapter. The main story is therefore wrapped up- but as always, if you want drabbles, you can still request them.

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Jungkook has never understood the phrase of your ‘heart stopping’- because how could it ever? You’d be dead in that case. But right in this moment, he finally gains the knowledge by experiencing it first hand- eyes wide open and body frozen.

Why are you in his bed? Barely dressed, snuggled up to him who’s only in his underwear?

He thinks through the whole process of yesterday to make sense of this. Did you both get potentially drunk last night? No, not at all. You and him had simply packed your things to drive you to your parents hours away, after having contacted them and told them about everything. He remembers driving you there himself, unloading your bags, leaving you there after waving and driving off. And added to that, that was not last night. It was almost an entire week ago.

He hasn’t seen you in days. So what are you doing here?

It’s not a dream either, clock on his nightstand ticking away, world outside going about its day as the window isn’t all closed to let some fresh air in at night. And yet, you’re there- bare legs entangled with his, arms holding onto his.

He doesn’t really feel alarmed by the fact that you somehow entered his apartment- you know where he lives after all, and you know the passcode to his door, so it’s not really surprising at all. But what he is questioning is why you’re here- and why you’re in his bed, most of all. Has he forgotten some conversation you might’ve had? Or has something happened to make you so upset that you were craving the comfort of him at any cost?

Now he’s worried.

Shaking you a little to wake you up seems to not be very effective- because you just frown, slap his hand away and bury your face right back into his shoulder as if he’s nothing but an annoying fly. “I know you’re awake.” Jungkook tells you, and at that you actually open one of your eyes, looking up at him with your tail wagging beneath the covers. “What’re you doing here?” He asks, and you frown again turning onto your back to look up at him who’s sat up by now.

“Why do you sound so upset about that?” You complain with almost a pout in your tone, arms crossed. “I thought couples love reuniting.” You say, and he looks at you, confused.

“Couples?” He questions, and you nod, now visibly unsure as well.

“Well, yeah?” You say, attitude fading and being replaced by uncertainty. “I mean.. we haven’t said the L-word yet, but like.. I thought..” you start, scanning his face for any sign that he realizes what you believed you two were. “..since you uh.. called me baby in the car..” you drift off, and still- there’s no sign of anything on Jungkook’s face as he thinks, and digs around in his memories for the correct moment he might’ve said that. He did, maybe. But he doesn’t remember.

“did I?” He asks, and regrets it the moment he watches the shame visibly wash over you- from the way your ears pin back to the slight change in your gaze, he knows he fucked up by saying it loud- and he’s a little too late as you roll out the bed and run for the bathroom after picking something up from the floor, hiding away now. “hey- wait.” He asks, getting up to walk towards the bathroom floor, knocking on it just to not get an answer. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding-“ He starts, trying hard to calm you down- but it’s clearly not working as the door opens, and you slip right past him to run towards the door where your shoes are. “Hey no- stay, let’s talk-“

“Nuh-uh, nop, this is so embarrassing-“ You rant, visibly frustrated over the shoes not closing fast enough as your hands are too shaky to really tie them. So you just make a simple knot and stuff the laces into the corners, before a tattooed hand snatches your other shoe from you. “give that back!” You bark, not looking at him however as you reach for the shoe he’s holding too high for you. “stop-“

“stop, exactly. Don’t run off now, I’m sorry if I said something that made you think we were more than we are.” He explains, and you visibly deflate at that, ears down low just like your tail. “let me get dressed, and we can talk, okay?” He asks again, and you just shrug.

He sighs as he puts down the shoe and leaves to tug a shirt and pants onto himself- before he realizes his mistake too late-

Door already slamming shut, your jacket the only thing you left at his place.

Fuck.

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He’s been knocking since forever it feels like- but even at his third visit today, you refuse to open the door.

You still got a week left in your apartment- but he knows from first hand experience that you got almost no furniture at all in there anymore, so this can’t be an option for you to sleep at. He doesn’t want you to be upset at him- and in hindsight, he really could’ve worded things a bit better, but he’s still new to this as much as you are. “please let me in.” He requests once more as he’s done so often today, sighing. “I missed you too, you know?” He tries this time around, and to be honest, that’s not even a lie.

Its odd how at first glance, he never thought he’d ever get along with you. But having you gone for almost an entire week, he really felt the way you’d somehow snuck into his heart- every task back to being mundane without you causing a little chaos in his daily life here and there.

“That’s a lie.” You say, door open just a crack to glare at him through.

“Its not.” He denies. “I just think we never actually talked about what we want to be- so I was surprised to just.. have you turn up out of nowhere in my bed.” He chuckles a little, and you just look down to the floor in shame.

“M’ sorry.” You apologize. “won’t happen again.”

“What if I want it to happen again?”

Your gaze snaps up at him at that, confused. “I was just a bit caught off guard, and honestly worried. Did something happen at your parent’s?” He wonders, and you sigh, opening the door to let him into the almost entirely unfurnished apartment- a pile of clothes and a blanket being the last items that were probably used as a makeshift resting spot for you today laying in the corner of the main living room. You sit down there, before letting yourself fall to the side as if exhausted, before you shrug, Jungkook sitting on the floor across from you. “it was.. I don’t know.” You admit. “I love them. And I was really super happy to see them again, and spend time there..” you explain, before you pull the blanket between your fingers to have something to hold onto while you stare into nothingness. “But it was.. really a lot.. I don’t know how to explain.”

“I guess that’s normal. You know, being overwhelmed with it.” Jungkook sympathizes. “I’m exhausted too after spending a day or two with my entire family-pack. Nothing to worry about.” He explains, and you just nod, still avoiding eye contact. “I think what’s important now then, is what we are to one another. You can’t just break into my apartment and sneak into my bed without formally asking me out, you know?” He jokes, but your glare is filled with embarrassment.

“Now I don’t want to anymore.” You huff, before you turn around- and at that, Jungkook feels an odd rush underneath his skull, fueled by your subtle and underlying confession in your words.

“You love me though, don’t you?” He asks, leaning in closer as he sits near you now, a hand on your shoulder. “all you need to do is say it.” He chuckles, as you curl up more into yourself as if that would hide you.

“And then what?” You huff. “You’ll-“

“I’ll say it back.” He cuts you off. “or I’ll say it first, it’s no issue. At this point it’s pretty obvious that I’m starting to fall in love with you.” He easily spills, and you freeze before you slowly unravel, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a face full of wonder.

“You are?” You ask hesitantly, and he smiles, before he nods.

“I am.” He responds, confirms his words and you sit up at that, facing him now. “are you?” He wonders, and you nod.

“I am.” You answer, and he laughs.

“See? Nothing to be scared of. Now come on, I’m not letting you sleep here.” He says, standing up with you to pick up your stuff-

Unaware of the absolute Rollercoaster he just signed himself up for.

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Jungkook did not know what he got into when basically confessing his growing feelings.

His mundane life is pretty much over at this point, with you always around and currently basically having moved in until you can figure out if this works or not. After all, you’re not used to living with someone else- and it’s clear that no matter what, you’re the opposite of an angel, still trying your tricks on him to make him dance around like you want him to.

But Jungkook isn’t this easy to control. And in a way, it’s a little fun to see how much you can get away with.

“Jesus christ, put some clothes on.!” Jungkook curses as be spots you laying on your stomach on his couch, in nothing but a simple top and underwear, tail wagging. The wolf hybrid has to turn away, distract himself with the task of turning the volume of the TV lower, while you just don’t understand what his fussing is all about, game on your little console in your hands on pause.

“Why?” You ask because of that, not sure why he’s being so overly dramatic in your opinion. It’s just your legs, maybe your butt. So?

“because- just put at least some pants on.”, he groans, and you roll your eyes, before you continue your game instead.

You’re not listening. And he’s not sure if it’s your character- or if you think his decreasing patience is funny to watch.

“Do I have to turn the wifi off to get your full attention?” jungkook asks a little irritated, and you shrug.

“Don’t care.” You respond, eyes on the little screen between your hands. “the game doesn’t need internet.”

Suddenly however, the console is taken out of your hands, as he saves your current progress, and puts it into the charging station near the TV. “Hey!” You complain, getting up now to rush towards him- and as he makes sure you can’t get to your precious game again, he notices that God fucking damn it, you’re not wearing a bra beneath this very flimsy shirt.

You’re really testing him.

“Put pants on.” He says, and you have the audacity to laugh.

“Nah.” You deny, stretching before you step away from him, walking towards the bedroom. “I’ll just take a na-“ you don’t get to say much else, as he suddenly tugs on your tail with just enough force to make it count- but nowhere near enough to hurt. “Hey!” You turn around instantly, just to be basically cornered by the wolf hybrid, who’s backing you into a wall in the living room.

“You’ve got a real smart mouth there.” He simply says, but it sounds like a threat almost-, a very specific kind of threat that makes your skin shiver. “But you tend to forget when to shut it, clearly.” He scoffs, as your back hits the wall, making you swallow your own saliva nervously.

But he can sense, smell, that this is affecting you not in the direction of fear- but something else entirely.

“You’re so lucky, you know?” He asks, somewhat- and you look at him with question. “I’m not usually patient like that.”

“What would you have done?” You ask, unable to really keep it in as you know that if you hesitate for just a second, you’ll never be able to say this out loud, ask for such things. You want them, but you’re also nervous, considering you’ve never actually gotten this far with anyone before. “Put me in timeout?” You almost challenge, tail beginning to sway a little with newfound confidence, when he just shrugs it off, and shakes his head.

“No.” He denies. “Brats like you need something that.. Lasts longer.” He words out, and at that, scenes manifest inside your head that make you visibly shy.

You’re not sure if he realized it yet, but a lot of the things you do, you do on full purpose. You like this game of push and pull, you think its exciting and fun- so you hope that with words like that, he means them as such, because that would mean that he’s both aware of the little game you’re playing, and also a willing participant in it.

You don’t want him to just feel like you’re made of porcelain, possibly breaking at the slightest touch.

“Such as?” You ask, and he leans in closer at that, almost unbearably so.

“fuck around and find out, Princess.”

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Turns out you can be sickeningly sweet almost when you really want to- currently happily laying on his stomach after helping him cook and wash the dishes after, awfully nice today and in a good mood.

It makes him wonder. Are you up to something? Or are you simply not who he thought you were? It would be just a slight bit disappointing, if he was to be honest- considering he’d actually grown quite fond of the idea of you with your ass spanked bright red, Jungkook basically having to work for your submission. But maybe you’re just all bark and no bite- just yapping around, nothing more than that.

Even that would be fine at this point, as long as he’s got you.

It’s when the male lead kisses the female love interest in the admittedly boring drama you both watch on TV, than he notices you staring at the scene. He’s notice too that at this point in time, one might think you would’ve kissed by now- but that’s not the case, neither of you seemingly brave enough to make that step towards the other. But it’s clear from the way you look at the scene in front of you with a shy sense of longing, that you want it- he just needs to find the perfect moment for it.

After all, he doesn’t just want to be any partner for you. He wants to be the one and only.

“I’m tired.” You yawn and stretch, arms above your head before you look at him. “can I get a goodnight-kiss?” You boldly ask, and Jungkook laughs, before he moves to basically lean over you entirely, hands pressing into the cushioning of the couch below you.

And then he finally leans in to peck your lips- or at least that was his intention. You chase after his lips and even move your hands to pull him back, making him act on instinct as he pushes them back, pins them down with his fingers around your wrists. But he has to admit, either the lip balm you’re using is sweet as honey, or he’s surely found the perfect person to kiss in you-

Because he doesn’t want to stop either.

“You said you’re tired.” He hums in when you break apart for just a second, and you shake your head.

“not anymore.” You deny his claims, making him chuckle.

“Not anymore?” He repeats, teasingly escaping your advances. You shake your head, as your legs move to rest around his waist, signals sent pretty clear to him as he watches you try and seduce him. “You’re right.. You’re clearly not yet tired.” He mumbles, as he leans down to kiss you again, letting himself be swept away by the moment, as you both just enjoy each other’s presence.

“Jungkook..” you whine impatiently, hips squirming around in search of any form of friction, while he just laughs under his breath.

“What do you want?” He asks. “this is our first time, after all. I don’t know what you like- or what you can handle.” He teases- though it’s clear that there’s an underlying truth to his words. This is indeed clearly going in a very obvious direction, and you feel warm inside knowing that he actually cares this much about your experience during this.

“I don’t know..” you admit. “I just.. always do it myself, so I don’t know.” You tell him, and he nods, accepting that as his kisses move to your neck, where he makes sure to leave his marks.

Because he wants you to be his, and his alone.

“how far do you want to go?” He asks, pausing his advances for a moment to look at you.

“All the way.” You tell him, and he nods.

“You sure?” He questions, and again, you nod- this time visibly serious.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with like that than you.” You say, and he soaks those words up like a sponge, before he leans back down to kiss you- softer now, more gentle, as if he’s savoring you and your open appreciation for him in this moment.

And he does. He really does.

And you know, through the softness of his touch and the slow and gentle manner in which he undresses you, that tonight, he’s going easy on you.

Tonight, he’s just going to show you real love.

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Something clicked into place last night.

As if he’s finally committed himself to you, he’s relaxed, comfortable and most of all; confident. And you’re strangely excited about this new side of him, because it’s unbelievably entertaining to play around with him now that he’s not holding himself back any longer.

Youre currently all laughing, some friend’s of Jungkook’s having spotted him at the grocery store with you, eager to get to know the girl who made him catch feelings. And you’re having a lot of fun hearing some embarrassing facts about your now boyfriend- who’s also laughing along, despite being the butt of the joke. Even when you make jokes about him too he doesn’t seem bothered-

Until a hand finds the back of your neck, fingers pressing down a little to make sure you know he’s got a good grip on you. And like a cat grabbed by its weak spot, you freeze, one look at him making you almost cower in public as his dark eyes gaze down at you. “yeah- but I think we’ll better head home now.” Jungkook decides to his friends, casually smiling while he says goodbye to his friends. And even when his hand leaves you, you’re strangely affected- waiting for something to happen, as he calmly brings the groceries to the car.

You must’ve gotten away this time, since he seems pretty relaxed on the way back home. Good thing you were in public.

However, once back inside your now shared four walls, things take a turn again when, instead of helping him unpack the groceries, you lounge on his sofa- TV instantly turned on as you watch, and Jungkook makes sure to put everything where it belongs by himself.

Your punishment follows late- but you know when it’s time.

The TV is wordlessly turned off, but you stop mid-breath trying to complain about it, because the smile he sends you is none of pure kindness. He looks almost like a villain ready to move on with his sinister plans, as he approaches you. “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” He asks, and when you don’t reply, he clarifies further. “you love getting on my nerves.” He states, and you have the audacity to shrug.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

That was definitely your last mistake made- challenging him, well aware of how he will potentially punish you.

He’s quick to grab at your hips, no matter how fast you’d wanted to dash off. His grip is tight and secure as he carries you unto the bedroom, where he closes the door with his foot, putting you down on the big mattress. And there you sit- waiting, not sure what his silence means.

“Early bedtime, huh?” You scoff, trying to appear unimpressed.

“Its what you make of it.” He however answers. “this is your last chance to get on my good side, Princess.”

“or what?” You ask with an attitude, still not believing in hit bite at all.

Jungkook sits down at that, back against the door, eyes reflecting a little in the darkness of the bedroom. He’s a wolf, deep down, even if he’s mixed- he’s got time, and patience, and he knows it. He’s well aware that after yesterday’s endeavors, you’ve been trying to ‘seduce’ him all day long- wanting more, wanting it again, because as you’d told him last night, you ‘can’t do it the same he does’. It’s normal, as a hybrid-

And as someone like you in particular, who craves everything pleasurable in life.

You’re still sitting there, waiting, adjusting your position a bit, squirming under his watchful eyes. You’re not sure what he’s aiming at here, but it makes you a little uncomfortable-

Mostly because you can feel the way your underwear is soaking up your arousal over this entire situation.

“Go to sleep, baby.” He tells you with fake gentleness in his voice. “it’s late, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want to sleep.” You respond, and he chuckles.

“I know.” He tells you.

“Jungkook..” you whine, hoping this will be enough to break him. “I’m sorry..” you admit, ears drooping low, as you look at your lap in shame.

But he’s not fooled.

“try again, princess.” He simply says. “I know you’re not sorry.”

Fuck. What else could you do to get him to crack?

Manipulating him into doing what you wanted him to has worked in the past, so it shouldn’t be this hard. And he’s already seen you naked yesterday, so you don’t have to have shame about what you do next- moving your legs to give him a bit of a teaser to your soiled underwear beneath your skirt, feet digging into the bed below as you try and get under his skin this way.

“…can you help me?” You wonder, noticing how his eyes were captured by the sight for just a second.

“I can.” He nods, getting up to walk over to you- and your tail wags, triumph yours to claim. It’s still so easy to make him dance around like a puppet on strings, because down the line, he’s just another guy who’s quickly caught up in his own lust-

His face is inches from yours, eyes piercing into yours as he still got that wolfish smirk on his lips.

“But I don’t want to.”

Wait- that’s not part of the script.

“do it yourself, puppy.” He laughs, opening the bedroom door. “You know how to-“

“No!” You call out, making him turn his head over his shoulder to look at you. “I want you!” You argue, making him laugh.

“too bad.” He denies, and at that you get up, one leg out of the bed already. “get back on the bed.” He demands, and you huff.

“so you really putting me in timeout?” You scoff, stepping out with the other leg as well.

“You want to act like a brat so I’ll treat you as such.” He explains. “get back on the bed until I’m done cooking.”

“No.” You deny, walking closer.

He says your name, low and clearly in a warning, but you don’t care.

It’s then that your world turns upside down for a second, before you’re thrown back onto the bouncing mattress. You can’t help the sound that escapes your lips at his display of strength over you, a hand still on your arm to push you down. “does pissing me off make you that horny?” He asks, almost in a demeaning tone. “gushing into your panties just because you’re getting on my nerves, huh?” He continues, and your tail still wags.

“Its funny.” You admit, giggling, when a hand slaps your inner thigh, skirt having risen up to cover basically nothing anymore. “ah-!” You call out in surprise, making him laugh.

“it is.” He agrees. “it’s funny how you think you can play me.”

The next second, he’s tugging your underwear off of you, strings of sticky arousal still trying to hold onto the soiled fabric for a good stretch before the piece of clothing is thrown somewhere. “gotta get you off to make you listen?” He asks, agitated, hand between your legs a complete contrast to the gentle way he’s helped you reach highest pleasure last night. “gotta fuck you stupid so you’re finally a good girl for once?” He questions, and you just nod, frantically, overwhelmed by the way he pushes two of his fingers in already, thumb rolling over your most sensitive spot.

“Please-“ you start, but he only laughs down at you.

“Please? That’s a new sound.” He mocks you. His ruthless acts down settle down at all however- instead, he takes his hand away from you, and wipes it on his pants. You’re left alone, watching him, unsure what’s happening. “You ready to listen?” He asks. What an asshole. He knows exactly that in your state you’d accept anything-

“Why did you stop?” You whine however, and your downfall has been sealed.

Only moments later, as you try and escape, he’s on top of you, using his entire body to cage you in, hand around your throat- though he’s gentle enough to not hurt you at all. The hold he has still arches your back, pushes your behind right into him. And considering the fact that you’re on birth control, he doesn’t need to search for any other contraceptive right now, able to just pull himself out of his cotton pants, not needing much to get himself ready.

You whine in complaint when he pushes in. He knows it’s a bluff.

“oh shut up.” He growls into the back of your neck. “You can take it.” He states, well aware that you can. And it seems like finally, you’re quiet and compliant- if only after his fingers press down on your tongue, occupying your mouth with something other than whining. “so this is what it needs to shut you up?” He mocks you. “my cock inside, and my fingers in your mouth?” He purrs against your neck, and you just whimper pathetically.

His pace is steady, but he doesn’t even need to move anymore he notices- you’re for once doing all the work for him, bouncing on his lap like you’ve done this a million times already.

Your stamina does however not match up with his, as your thighs quiver, orgasm approaching you and causing you to lose tempo. Something he catches up on- taking over as he rolls his hips into you with dancer’s precision, while you emit sounds of pleasure the second his digits leave your mouth. You fall forward once he lets go of you entirely, spent.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He however days, as he manhandles you onto your back beneath him, hands tugging on your legs to move them exactly where he wants them. “wants to be fucked stupid but can’t even keep up with me.” He teases, shaking his head as he pushes his length through your thighs, remnants of your own arousal making the movement easy and slick. Your hands reach out sleepily, fingers touching the very tip every time it appears between your legs, and you giggle, visibly out of your mind.

But he notices something else too.

You look entirely relaxed, not even a glimmer of any of your usual insecurities present. You’re just existing in the moment, enjoying this, enjoying what he offers you, and nothing else.

Your head must really just be TV static.

You open your legs again, whining once more as he watches you reach for his hips- one orgasm not enough still, or maybe you just want to please him the best you can. He’s going easy on you this time, he decides, complying with your wordless demand to get back inside you, a wish he happily grants.

You don’t hold back, only shutting up when he leans down to kiss you, needy and chaotic, tongue and bitten lips. But once his hand is between you both, pushing you over the edge alongside him, you squirm once more- his release spilling inside of you, something swelling that you didn’t feel yesterday.

It’s him. He’s locking himself inside you to make sure you don’t spill any of it.

Which isn’t all that easy, since he appears to be a but of an overachiever- some of it already escaping you the second he softens up, cunt pushing out the translucent white as he pulls out of you.

You’re a mess.

Clothes somewhat still on, skin sweaty, opening between hour legs still gaping, clenching around nothing as your body calms down.

But, to be fair-

You also, finally, shut your mouth.

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“You can be so gentle!” You complain as he helps you put lotion on your skin after your shower, already back to your old self not even a couple of hours after.

“I can.” He laughs.

“But something tells me that you like it rough.”

Oh-

How right he is.

[osachiyo]

Brat tamer!chuuya who sends you a nasty glare when your hand rides up his thigh during an important meeting. You could feel his half-hard cock when you palmed him through his slacks, his hand wrapping around your wrist tightly, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He'd whisper, voice slightly wavering as he could feel his precum leaking through the expensive fabric of his pants.

Brat tamer!chuuya who slams the car door shut after you get in, growling into your ear, "you're so fucked," as he hastily rips the suit-jacket and button up shirt off of you, a smirk growing on his pretty lips when he sees the pretty set of lingere you wore for him. "you were planning this, huh? planning to rile me up 'cause you're such a damn slut for my attention, sweetheart?" He groaned, leaving bite marks and hickies all over your neck and chest area, cupping your breast in his gloved hand.

Brat tamer!chuuya who slides his gloves off his hands with his teeth just because it gets you all hot and bothered, he knows the effect he has on you and uses it to his advantage. He ordered you to take off your the rest of your clothing but you figured why not be more of a pain in the ass for him? This was so fucking hot to you already, you couldn't help but annoy him further. You stuck your tongue out at him, cockily demanding that he took them off himself, since he's the one desperate to fuck you. And oh he's fucking livid, manhandling you against the car door, your ass sticking out on full display for him as he bunched your skirt up to your waist, ripping a hole through your stockings and pushing your lacy panties to the side. He scoffed at how wet you were already, "I barely even touched you and your already leaking? Hah− un fucking believable."

Brat tamer!chuuya would shove his fingers in and out of your hole so vigorously, curling his digits against your mushy walls, teething at your ear lobe as his other hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your airways for a brief moment before repeating the action. He pulls out his fingers just as you were about to reach your peak, sniffling and whimpering at him.

Brat tamer!chuuya who would give your ass a nice smack before pushing his thick cock into you, splitting you open. All you could do was moan as your cheek was smushed against the window, clenching on his cock for dear life as he fucks into you ruthlessly. You completely forgot that the driver was still in the car, the tip of your boyfriend's cock repeatedly kissing your cervix made you go dumb.

Brat tamer!chuuya who would only pull your panties back in place, his cum still leaking out in thick globs out of your hot cunt, "god, just look at you− such a mess for my cock, hm? just wait 'til we get home, brat."

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[puffin-smoke]

redactedtober 12!! today is dealer's choice, so I'll gladly take this as an opportunity to ramble about my OCs.

Dealer's Choice; Bernadette Popovski and her Circus!!

(and sweetheart)(I talk a lot during this one, sorry!)

[F4A] Reopening The Case on Your Infuriating Illusory Ringleader

Bernadette's Circus has always walked a fine line in terms of keeping covert. It showed off the full extent of the empowered's powers while keeping it's largely unempowered audience, although there were a few shock and elation daemons who regularly visited their shows, none the wiser. It caused the Department many a headache. So the Circus was put under strict surveillance and the investigation of whatever Detective was bullheaded enough to think that they might be the one to put the Circus under.

Naturally, Sweetheart took the case.

They never found anything. Every audience member was astonished by the incredible special effects and skillful performers; the way the lion tamer could hold his head in between the lion's jaws without even flinching, the escape artist that was in chains one moment and roaming the audience the next, the acrobat who seemed to walk on air.

All they got for their troubles was a mountain of paperwork and too much time spent with the infuriating Bernadette Popovski.

"Oh, please, love- call me Bernie. Everyone does."

Sweetheart never did take that advice, and more often referred to her as "that cocky little shit". Not to her face. That would be against protocol.

So after months of getting nowhere and a perpetual headache from trying to get a straight answer out of the illusory, the case was dropped. That was the only case Sweetheart never solved.

"If this whole- detective thing falls through, feel free to give me a call. I'm sure we could find a place for you here."

It took everything they had not to deck her right then and there, and just walk out of the tent. It took even more to push their frustration and humiliation down and move on with their life, to forget that goddamn circus.

Four years passed. They moved onto different cases, different people to be annoyed at. Bernadette and her stupid smile and Russian accent faded into the deepest recesses of their mind.

Until they heard about something. An incident at the Circus. A dead audience member.

The case was back on, and this time they were going to close it.

"Detective. I wish I could say I am surprised."

It was, once again, nearly impossible to get anything out of them. Her voice had taken on a new edge, a farcry from her casual, lilting tone all those years ago. This one was defensive, tired. Now Sweetheart held all the cards, no more grasping at straws.

"I'll tell you what I told the human officer. I was debuting a new performer, a singer. Partway through an audience member fell over. By the time I got over there, they had died."

She had decided it had been a heart attack and that was all she knew. The performer, a sonal energetic by the sound of it, was holed up in her tent and Bernadette's voice took on a deadly edge when they asked to be taken to her.

"She's been through enough, she doesn't need you pestering her."

Apparently doing their job was pestering. The conversation went almost nowhere from there, and they were able to ascertain very little else. An audience member had tried to perform CPR, and clearly failed. The lion tamer, a telepath the name of Caleb, had seen the victim collapse and gone to tell Bernadette. They didn't get any further than that, but it was a start.

It was more than they'd gotten four years ago.

The ringleader didn't object as heavily to them speaking to Caleb. She was even somewhat helpful, directing them to where the telepath would probably be. But it was not without a warning.

"I understand, Detective. Go ask your questions. But, what's the phrase- my circus, my monkeys. So please don't tap the glass."

Cocky bastard couldn't even bothered to not seem suspicious during a murder investigation.

[MM4A] Interrogating Two Stubborn Circus Performers

Apparently Bernadette had trained her people well. They were just as tight lipped as she was.

They clearly knew Sweetheart had been coming, along with what that might mean for their circus; as they made their way through the rows of tents and caravans dozens of eyes had followed them, along with a a trail of whispers just loud enough for them to overhear. When they found Caleb he wasn't alone; sat a few feet away a man was giving them the death glare while simultaneously looking at Caleb like a kicked puppy. They cocked their eyebrow at that, to which the telepath laughed.

"Oh, sorry about Aslan. He's just a little bit antsy, I'm sure you understand."

When they remarked that he looked like he was about to bite their head off, he just grinned at them and turned towards the shifter. They were pretty sure he was the only one smiling in that whole field.

"Don't worry, he'd never. I'm living proof of that- hey babe! You can go, I'll meet you by the ticket booth, alright?"

That seemed to calm him down; he nodded, got up from where he was sat, and made his way over to the pair. Eyes moderately less murderous, he kissed the telepath goodbye and began to stalk through the rows of tents, checking back over his shoulder every now and again, somehow making eye contact with Sweetheart every time.

Thus the interrogation began. And while Caleb was more friendly than his boss, he was certainly no more helpful. Each question was artfully dodged or optimistically spun.

"You want to know about Bernie? Hell- she's family to me. To all of us really, even Aslan. He's a big softie, would never admit it."

His story lined up neatly with Bernadette's. He's seen a disturbance in the crowd and gone to tell her about it, since she was more experienced healer than he was, but by the time she'd made her way over there, the victim was already gone. It had been too late. The audience had been quickly cleared out after that and emergency services had been called, for all the good they could do.

As they pressed for information on the new performer, his smile faltered. Only for a moment or so, almost imperceptibly, but it was stark in Sweetheart's mind.

"Oh- well, I really think it was a spot of bad luck. They'd been singing, putting their all into it, and that person just happened to- well."

He laughed nervously, his fingers twitching at his sides.

"Look, I really should go find Aslan. We're supposed to be practising, do you mind if I go? I really have nothing else to say."

Before they could reply he was already halfway across the field, still grinning, but the smile quivering at the edges.

"Good luck, Detective! Sorry I couldn't have been more helpful!"

And with that he was gone.

And they were no closer to piecing things together.

Shit.

Surely the singer wouldn't mind if they just popped into her tent, asked a few questions. And if Popovski said not to do it, then they basically had to.

It took a few minutes of searching but they eventually found the tent, on the farthest reaches of the field, the amount of tents slowly thinning out as they approached. They hadn't necessarily meant to eavesdrop, but who were they to complain if their footfalls were particularly quiet, or the thrum of distant conversation muffled the sound of them stepping on a branch just as well as cloaking would.

"I know- it's okay. I know you didn't do anything, nothing that happened was your fault."

Sweetheart held their breath. The brittle way Bernadette spoke was so alien to her, it's previous edge still there but now akin to shattered glass. There was a gentleness to it, a tenderness.

"I'm going to protect you. I'll protect everyone."

Sweetheart wondered how far they'd go to do that. How much they'd cover up. How much they would sacrifice.

"I promise you, my Magnum Opus."

[archive-z]

a few months ago i was wracked with the Horrors (nightmares) & coped by sending @ghstbird deranged rashidposting takes from 3-6am

it’s been saved in my notes app for awhile, so as a midwinter treat pls enjoy 1k of comedic “what if ex-talamasca agent rashid needed a new job post-dubai & became daniel’s personal assistant/butler?”

Rashid’s cover is blown, which means his time as a Talamasca agent is over. It’s either desk duty for the rest of his life (a waste of his abilities) or quit and find something else he’s good at. Not surprisingly, all the skills you need as an undercover intelligence agent — on-the-fly problem-solving, fastidious attention to detail, implacability, reading people, blending into the background of any room you occupy — are the highly sought after traits of ultraluxury butlers/personal assistants.

Afterall, Daniel does kind of Owe Him One for helping him out in Dubai. The least he could do is offer some sense of stable employment, with fuckoff $ compensation that newly minted multimillionaire Daniel Molloy is now in the position of being able to provide. Fetching Daniel’s dry cleaning and handling his divorce paperwork is child’s play in comparison to navigating the volatile psychosexual energy of the Dubai penthouse.

The only problem is that it’s boring. Rashid is depositing hundreds of thousands of dollars into tax-havened bank accounts and doing very little to endanger his life in the process and he is bored. Naturally, his only course of action is to engage in Jeeves-levels of deep psychological warfare for sport.

(Daniel keeps buying white jeans, Rashid keeps burning them in the utility sink).

Daniel, quintessential Bertie Wooster that he is, is mostly unaware of this going on around him. He has not considered that the decision over whether or not he should wear a tie on his next tv appearance warrants the 5d chess. (Brat tamer Rashid is so good at brat taming that the brats aren’t even aware they’ve already been tamed in the first place). on the rare occasion Daniel does happen to notice the ironclad grip Rashid has on some minor aspect of Daniel’s life, he thinks its hot (something something giving up control & being put in his place).

As a matter of convenience, Daniel does drink from Rashid when he needs a snack, because hunting really cuts into his busy schedule of celebrity appearances and firing off expletives on twitter. Daniel was initially hoping it would be the like Louis-and-Fake-Rashid schtick in Dubai, but Rashid stays 100% dead eyed and implacable throughout le petit coup, which Daniel finds somehow even hotter. Occasionally, Daniel attempts to engage in the vampiric equivalent of edging Rashid during le petit coup, but when he reads Rashid’s mind to see if it has any effect, Rashid is doing to mental equivalent of a number station broadcast.

When Daniel is in his “why won’t my deadbeat maker fucking text me back era” he absolutely has Rashid roleplay as Armand. Rashid looks down on him with a mixture of disdain & pity and Daniel’s like “wow, you nailed that impression” and Rashid is like I’m not doing an impression, that’s just literally how I think of you 🫥

However Daniel is also out there lavishing Rashid with gifts of unfathomable $ bc he’s lonely & likes feeling like he can show off his own wealth & status thru like. wearing beat up converse himself but having Rashid decked out in the best of savile row. at one point Daniel has an extremely tired & long suffering Rashid tell dinner guests that he, Rashid, is “the devil’s minion, [and Daniel, the devil], grants his every wish”. everyone in the world is like wow Daniel midlife crisis much?

Rashid gets to blow off steam after a day of catering to Daniel’s most annoying whims by slipping into his Armand cosplay and being like “alright you pathetic worm, time to lick my savile row leather oxfords” to which Daniel is already like “put your cigarette out on me” levels of Into It

Real Rashid, smoking a cigarette: you were already divorced and won a pulitzer the year i was born, isn’t that interesting? Daniel: can yuo put that out on me?

Rashid’s personal feelings are deep down: 1) this isn’t actually the most Bullshit job he’s worked & the pay is actually commensurate with the predicted risk to his livelihood, unlike working for the Talamasca 2) he’s bored & getting to run a vampire’s life is the most fun a girl can have without putting his life at an untenable risk-reward ratio 3) Rashid thinks sex is pretty cosmically boring for the most part (beyond its function as stress relief), but knowing it pisses Armand off somewhere in the world adds a lil frisson to the arrangement that Rashid actually enjoys 🖤 he derives sexual enjoyment from being in danger & he knows Daniel’s freak behaviour will probably inspire Armand to rip Rashid’s spine out & slow cooker him in jealousy so he’s like “haha, neat :)”

Daniel is doing weirdo exhibitionist stuff like having guests to dinner and being like “okay, real rashid you sit in my lap and pretend to be fake rashid so i can drink from you” in the hopes that the psychic “wtf is going on” from his dinner guests is loud enough for Armand to catch the psychic wavelength and be pissed off about it. (it takes MUCH coordination to get their relative heights into a configuration that suits this).

Daniel gives Rashid a monogrammed locket of his blood to keep him safe from other vampires & Rashid openly rolls his eyes at the gift. (every vampire in a 100km radius has already clocked that Rashid is actually the one to Be Afraid of, not the coked up nepofledgling).

[will post part two later — will involve what happens when Armand gets wind of what’s going on]

[renard-des-marais]

Anime

(armored people may not read it)

I watched 162 anime this year.

This year I decided to once and for all surpass my old feat of 150 films (I think in 2017) and watch the maximum number possible. After chrome crashed and my laptop broke, I lost my list of movies to watch twice. I had to restore it from memory.

This year there were 4 films that I was looking forward to a little.

Boukensha ni Naritai to Miyako ni Deteitta Musume ga S-Rank ni Natteta (8). A film with a hero. The girl's father deserves a separate film.

Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen (15). A film about creatures completely devoid of courage and in general everything that should be in a man. I liked the moment in the second episode, when the train stopped in the dark. He talks about the past, how he saw a black billboard, how he went to the planetarium, how he quit his job… and at that moment they show the passengers of the carriage admiringly listening to his story. Funny. Probably so in Rome the slaves looked at the slave who received freedom and Roman citizenship… And also in this film the most beautiful background women, those who walk in the background, sit in the subway cars, etc. Many of them are worthy of being the heroines of some women's films.

Helck (24)."Big Bad John" and the little long-eared woman traveling with him are the best married couple. (They only lack 30-40 children).

Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka IV (25). Such a long story. I already forgot how it started, how it continued, where I stopped. And I even forgot that such a film exists��. Long films without a hero are worse than cholera.

Shangri-La Frontier (34). I've been waiting for this movie for a long time. The scene where the big hare sings the blacksmith's song and the "stern credits" of episode 18 are the best things in the movie.

Sousou no Frieren (35). I was waiting for this movie. For a year before I started watching it, I deleted about a thousand annoying videos on YouTube about this movie. Obviously, this is some very popular movie. Popular can't be good - this is an axiom. This is just a long women's movie about a stupid elf. However, the concept of the nature of demons is probably the best in the history of anime.

Himesama "Goumon" no Jikan desu (40). The beginning of episode 6 reminded me of an incident from the life of Agesilaus 2… (when the King was playing with children and someone saw him…). By the way, Roi Demon in this film is the best in appearance that I have ever seen in anime.

Ore dake Level Up na Ken (42). Not a Japanese story, so a little original, a little devoid of boring stereotypes. A little. Dynamic, realistic and bloody battles. The situation at the beginning of the film in the "figurine room" is very effective. One of the best films of the year.

Saijaku Tamer wa Gomi Hiroi no Tabi wo Hajimemashita (53). a film about a reward of 155,000 mice. hehe the only film of the year where a medieval person will not argue that the main character is a GIRL.

Sasaki to Pii-chan (54). The battle in the second episode, if you watch it with the "right eyes" - one of the best knightly duels in the history of anime. The film is not serious, but it turned out calm, mannered and gallant.

Kurayukaba (62). 5-7 years ago I saw the announcement of this film. And now finally…

Pluto (68). Most likely this is the best film in the history of anime about the life of toasters and coffee grinders. But they are just toasters and coffee grinders. The only character that evoked sympathy was Darius XIV.

Dungeon Meshi (71) is one of the expected films. I will write everything, without cutting. Despite the grotesque situation with food, this is one of the best films of the year, and now the most realistic autochthonous film of the decade. The film has very realistic armor. I especially liked the "lower arms" - mittens and gauntlets on some characters are very plausible. Also very realistic are the byrnie and hauberjons sticking out from under the cuirasses. The scene where the stormtrooper, not having time to put on the cuirass, runs out in a hauberjon - very realistic.

I liked how the characters are relaxing at a halt/in the camp - in their underwear by the fire, calmly, naturally, without the boring anime idiocy. And another unique thing. Probably only biologists will understand this. This stupid cat is drawn without a chest. For the first time in the history of anime, biology has won over anime idiocy. "A cat-girl" without the attributes of a Paleolithic Venus is just a miracle. more: it's funny how their stormtrooper sings the song of the sirens and the sirens, unable to withstand this "fierce battle", flee. now I understand how Odysseus defeated the sirens…

there are many stories about how people fight the elves and eventually win and the power of the elves comes to an end. if you look at the mad mage from the dungeon or these western elves, it becomes clear why… a man with dark skin and blue eyes. I recognized him as Zheng (roi Zheng de Qin). A typical future cruel tyrant. I didn't like it - the modern attitude to food. And also: everyone should have helmets. Without exceptions. You can live without an arm. But not without a head…

Unnamed Memory (83).A movie about: a normal man conquers a woman despite her stupid whims. A common thing in the life of a normal man. And they lived happily… until the end of the movie. And then the author was probably stung by the tail by a wasp and he came up with this ridiculous change in the plot, destroying the meaning of the whole movie…

Aura: Maryuuinkouga Saigo no Tatakai (105) is not a new film, but one of the best films of the year.

Tsurune: Tsunagari no Issha (108). Season 2. Probably a different studio - different colors, but it is still a pleasant and funny film without love torments. Watching Japanese ballet with a bow is always funny.

Maou gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta (110). I'm tired of it… Absurd tales about "magnificent rice" are capable of ruining any anime about a pseudo-ancient world. Rice is the most inefficient grain. It needs a warm, humid climate - because digging in wet mud in the cold means death from pneumonia. Growing rice requires colossal human reserves. The entire village must create a flooded field, and then work on it.at the same time, one family can cultivate a wheat or barley field. spend less time and effort and get more harvest.(yeah i dont like rice…hehe) and this is the third film with the same Daemonium Regina and the second with her and arquebuses…. but the song from the "bow credits" reminds me of something from the 90s à la oasis. at least something…

Heion Sedai no Idaten-tachi (111). A few years ago I ignored this film. It turned out that behind the external colorful frivolity there is an interesting science fiction drama. It's a pity that there is no sequel… one of the best films of the year.

Ore wa Subete wo "Parry" suru… (117). I liked how the main character refuses the awards. I liked the reaction of people who for the first time in their lives see a person who does not need anything, to whom they have NOTHING to offer. It is always a funny sight, both in anime and in life.

Dead Dead Demons Dededede Destruction (122). a potentially interesting story about the apocalypse… but it turned out to be the usual nonsense about senseless schoolgirls. Too bad. I wanted to watch a drama about a father looking for his stupid daughter in a destroyed world… but the scene of the destruction of the city is one of the 3-4 best in the history of anime.

Shinmai Ossan Boukensha, Saikyou Party ni Shinu hodo Kitaerarete Muteki ni Naru (123).The main character, 32 years old. (He's old enough to be my son, hehe). A man's life is just beginning after 30. He passed the critical period of "the average life expectancy of a person (25 years) and proved that he is a skilled warrior/hunter/craftsman… in general, young and capable. But in modern Japan they don't understand this.

Senpai wa Otokonoko (128). I endured this movie with all my might. The scene where the main character's friend punches someone in the face is the best thing in the movie. It's a pity that such scenes are not in movies where they are really needed…

Hazurewaku no "Joutai Ijou Skill"… (132). Evil gods, betrayals, dungeons alone, revenge - all this has happened more than once. This is at least the third film with an invasion into another world straight from the bus. However, the main character is a pretty serious man and this compensates for all the shortcomings of the film.Long-eared nana will definitely appeal to many young people who watch this film.

Dungeon no Naka no Hito (136). interesting movie about dungeons. I would watch it again and again…

Kono Sekai wa Fukanzen Sugiru (139).invasive movie about a game. A movie without a hero, but it is one of the best movies of the year. I hope the sequel will be shown in my lifetime.

OSHI NO KO 2 (141).the law of the universe - after a spectacular, dramatic first film, any sequel will be a …… the entire second season I wondered: what is this film about?. and constantly remembered the herald from the film "Rome"… and only in the last episodes it finally all started. I note that the "stern music" very effectively ended several episodes, successfully hitting the right moment. I hope the third season will be the last and will end with a severed head impaled on a pike or a cut out heart. and it's good that the sister finally found her doctor and now she's in business…

Kami no Tou: Ouji no Kikan (147).The first film was one of the best of its time. I waited 4 years for the sequel.the second season is like a bottle of mineral water a week after opening….

Nige Jouzu no Wakagimi (152).Mitsuuroko!a bold and original grotesque comedy about the despised Hojo rebels (who were destroyed in the 14th century). Surprisingly, the film is not labeled "only for children over 30". Modern jokes about Nobunaga and the 16th century are already quite boring. And here is such a rare era. The film is full of anime wisdom, like in Goblinslayer - you can't use a long sword in narrow corridors. Heh (the author of the manga doesn't know that a long sword is just a short spear). This film has enough of such wisdom. But in general, this is the best modern frivolous samurai anime.

Sayounara Ryuusei, Konnichiwa Jinsei (160).Serious main character. He found himself a tailed woman. Hehe. Probably because he himself is a former dragon.

epilogue. this year: some highly effective films never got sequels. I'd especially like to point out the situation with kaifuku jutsushi no yarinaoshi which they even started but stopped. this is not disappointing. this is ANGRY. this year there were a lot of thoughts about: although there is no money, strength or health anymore, it seems like it's time to remember old traditions, start breeding goats and sheep for… sacrificing them to the "God-in-the-Horned-Helmet". and when He is sated with sacrificial blood, maybe He will finally send me the second anime in my life with a real hero. because there are no other ways… almost "hehe"…

[ideahat-universe]

Rev's last video he said jokingly that he was going to make a Monster Rancher video and I believe he did think about it but realized that Smoking weed would be more fun and making a 3 minute video for April Fools day would be way easier and just as funny.

Maybe talking about Monster Rancher would be an exceedingly boring subject matter.

Which is why I'm going to talk about it right now!

Now when you watch Jerma play this game it doesn't look so bad. Monster Rancher's greatest strength was the roleplay potential from watching a monster's rise as it goes from struggling to do its training effectively to winning C rank. Learning new moves, going on side quests, and eventually fusing the monster before it dies of hopefully natural causes.

It makes the game good. But there's a reason it never got as big as Pokemon or even Digimon even though Monster Rancher also had a TV show that was dubbed and aired on Fox Kids.

If you clicked on that link you might notice that none of the clips in the intro matches what you might see in a game of Monster Rancher.

While the Digimon and Pokemon shows were not 1 to 1 with the games the very basics were all there.

The Monster Rancher TV show made it seem like Monster Rancher is an adventure game but in reality Monster Rancher is just a training simulator.

That's a huge enough let down to turn away most players because the entire game being one big tournament arc means you feel the repetition really quickly. At least that's the case in Monster Rancher 1.

Monster Rancher EVO does have a story and it does have an antagonist and is not just a tournament arc game. The downside? It's no longer a training simulation.

Yes, they sacrificed arms for legs by creating a more traditional RPG at the cost of not really being a Monster Rancher game.

Well, at least you have a decent variety of monsters to train? Well. In Monster Rancher 1 you have 20 different species of Monsters to choose from with 215 monsters in total.

Sounds good? Well. 20 monsters are unique and the rest are recolors. Imagine playing a Pokemon game with 20 unique Pokemon that has 195 recolors of those 20. There are RPG maker devs who are not THAT derivative. Especially when making a monster collector/tamer game.

People complain about Palworld not having real heart in it's art direction. I would posit that Monster Rancher is pathologically artless.

Across all games there are around a total of 92 unique monsters.

How many species are in Monster Rancher Advanced?

20

Monster Rancher 4?

34

Monster Farm Lagoon?

25

Question yes question? Why?

Why is the number of unique species going up and down when a game this steeped in recolors needs all the uniques it can muster?

Depending on the game, a monster when fused can occasionally have an interesting look like when Suezo fuses with a Rabbit. That can be a Suezo with bunny ears or when Mochi fuses with a Pixie.

I'm sorry, what are we implying with that flavor text?

What was I saying? Oh yeah, It doesn't get much better than Manna in terms of what you can get in a monster fusion but it really should be the standard. I mean Pixie Golem. I don't want that but someone does.

Speaking of which. Some monster designs are just mid.

Like Naga, that's just a Naga, Golem, just a Golem, Zuum, it's some kind of raptor. Monol? It's just a wall. Hares, just humanoid rabbits. Pixie, that's someone forgetting that this game is made for kids. The iconic monster of Monster Rancher Suezo is just a eyeball and a tendril. I mean credit where it's due, all the really interesting monsters are just the really strange looking ones like Psiroller or Wracky

There are monsters that I would define as "cool" and "fun to play" and "not a pain in the ass to train" but all those monsters don't come easy.

Early game you are going to be annoyed when you are clever (or lucky) enough to summon late game monsters but can't use them because the game wants to use it as an unlock instead. Some have quite bizarre unlock methods as well. There is a monster in two Monster Rancher games that is basically Doodlebob. To unlock it you have to get a Monol to a certain rank and popularity and then pubstomp a low ranking match. You'll get vandalized by an angry fan. Fuse that monster and you get a Doodle. What does it do?

What doesn't it do?

Last but not least lets talk about the moves. Even in early Pokemon games most Pokemon can learn at least a dozen or so moves. Dragon Quest Monsters your monster can technically learn several dozen after a lot of breeding. Digimon gives you at least a dozen moves to choose from based on type.

Monster Rancher gives you around 8. You'll typically start out with no more than 3 moves too. Hey, at least all the moves are unique and well animated. Until training happens at which point expeditions and training courses will stretch the versatility of the handful of unique animations your monster has for a given situation. In the advance games it's particularly bad as most training is done with the idle animation being thrown around the screen.

At least learning moves can be an obtuse coin flip, wait, that's a bad thing.

The release of Monster Rancher 1 and 2 DX created some interest in reviving the series. The problem being that Koei Tecmo doesn't know what to do with the franchise (which is no surprise to anyone who is a fan of Three Kingdoms, Dynasty and Samurai Warrior games) and it really needs an inspired mind to really renovate and innovate this series.

And for some reason, most indie attempts at making this style of game have been Hentai games for some godforsaken reason.

Why? Who is responsible for this?

Oh.

[despairs-memorial]

Gundham felt his cheeks heat up, both at the attention that Kazuichi gave him from the explanation and the cute sight of him being oh so happy holding the little cat. It wasn't often that someone let him just explain things without interrupting or getting annoyed, but it made him almost wish that Kazuichi would ask him more on the subject.

The moment his hands are free, he pulls part of his scarf over his face. He kept watch on the two out of the corner of his eye as they walked together, keeping an eye out for any posters or better or worse yet someone looking around for a cat. A smile plays at his lips as he watches Kazuichi pet the cat before stopping at the sudden exclamation.

To say he was happy for the mechanic would be an understatement. There were few things that had the same calming effects as a cat purring, and seeing Kazuichi get to experience it... well, it was certainly heartwarming.

"I am pleased that you have finally experienced his joyous ballad. Tell me, does it not soothe your very soul, tamer of automatons?" If Kazuichi got the time, he sort of hoped that the cat would be able to help the mechanic with any anxieties that he had... though getting to see that expression on the mechanic's face more often would certainly be a bonus that Gundham would enjoy.

"To start our quest... we should get closer to the fortress of knowledge. Inside, there may be notice posted, though keep an eye out for any that appear to seek him out as well. The one he is bonded to, should they exist, may be taking a more proactive approach in their search."

As much as Kazuichi still didn't understand what Gundham was saying, only about half of the information able to process through his brain into clarity, he still hung on to every word with shinning eyes. He wasn't used to people giving him the time of day, his near endless questions often seen as annoying.

Also, the guy's voice was nice to listen to, sue him.

Face shifting from fascination to pure joy upon being handed the cat, Kazuichi grew near beside himself as it shifted in his hold until drapped over his shoulders, much like a scarf. He was visibly vibrating with excitment, there being the slightest of bounces to his posture as he looked to the breeder as if to ask if he was seeing this.

With one hand raised upwards to scratch the cat's ears as they walked, Kazuichi trailed just behind Gundham, content to let him lead them through the search. He would know best, after all. He only broke the silence when-

"Holy shit I can kinda hear him purring!!" Being so close to his ears now allowed Kaz the joys of such a sound, the mechanic having to stop upon the realization to try and further press his ear to the cat's side. "I've never been able to get this close to one before!" Were there tears in his eyes from the sheer amount of joy suddenly flowing through him? Yes, but Kaz didn't even seem to notice as he caught back up to Gundham, that grin still plastered to his face. "Sorry, um....where should we look first?"

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I love your writing and I recently saw a post of yours about the reader being the God Of Chaos and I was wondering if you could make a part two with characters of your choice, if it’s not that much of a trouble! Remember to drink water and rest well <3

Tysm! I’m really happy to see that a lot of you enjoyed it, and being honest, chaos reader now have a special place in my heart lol

Then let’s write a second part! Hope everyone likes these as well! ( ✌︎'. ')✌︎

Thanks for the request!✨

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[II - HC] God of Chaos! Reader & Genshin Characters

Characters: Bennett, Tartaglia, Scaramouche, Ganyu, Chongyun

Gn! Reader

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

<- First part

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BENNETT

First of all, how dare u

This boy already has a chaotic life for you to arrive and making it worse.

But being honest, it wasn’t intentional, just like always.

Besides he’s a kid. The chaos of a kid + chaos of his bad luck, I mean- how were you not supposed to meet him?

That day was really strange, for the very first time the chaos wasn’t attracted by you, but you were attracted to chaos. Like a moth following a lantern on the street, something that you felt like you had to do, some kind of childish curiosity that guide your way to find Bennett in the middle of his adventure.

Poor boy was charging his pyro attack to max until a barrel exploded near him, he flew in the air waiting for a rough landing before his trajectory sent him where you were standing, still looking for the origin of that uneasy sensation of curiosity.

Luckily for him you could see his shadow just in time to react. You looked up because of the strange silhouette on the ground next to you and there he was, surrounded by a cloud of smoke and fire, with his screams getting louder and louder as he falls.

You trapped him in your arms, with the situation turning even more strange when the first thing he said was “nice catch!” with the bright smile of his.

Like if his hair on fire wasn’t a big deal.

It’s raining men ig

Before you could ask anything, a crowd of angry hilichurls appeared from the same direction where Bennett came at first.

The white haired boy jumped off from your arms and tried to grasp your hand to run away together, but instead you pulled him near and then behind you before rising your hand to the front, pointing the stampede of furious creatures about to reach you both.

Not even a leaf fell from a tree before the hilichurls stopped, all of them felt your presence immediately, the primitive sensation of danger that meant a silent threat. Following the message that another camp of them told long ago, ‘get away from that stranger’.

Bennett was surprised, kind of scared at least. He wasn’t sure about how to call that feeling.

Are you a beast tamer?! Maybe an adventurer that discovered a secret about hilichurl’s behavior! Wait- where are you going? Don’t leave him behind, the doubt won’t let him sleep tonight!

You explained to him that it was dangerous for both to be near each other (more dangerous for him than for you), still you needed to get away. To protect Bennett and the other adventurers that were exploring nearby.

But why? He was so excited about meeting someone who could react that fast and precise! Like the heroes in the legends!

Please show him your ways, he’s begging you, how can you be rude to Bennett? That literally illegal.

When he heard that there was a God of Chaos exploring all over Teyvat like an errant he connected two points (even if there wasn’t a single thing to connect in first place).

You’re like him!

Hello ?? You’re literally ?? the most qualified to be part of Benny’s Adventure Team ??

Negative plus negative is positive, isn’t it? Maybe if you roam near Bennett his bad luck can collide with your chaos to neutralize each other!

You told him that you were leaving after that short conversation, but in reality you just hide from his sights and followed him from behind.

That kid really put you on your nerves, running into danger without knowing. Was that what Zhongli have to deal with every time you visit Liyue?

The old man really deserves an apology.

You’re not doing this an habit, of course not! You’re the all mighty God of Chaos, the ultimate troublemaker! How was even possible to think about wanting to protect a human just because he has bad luck? That’s ridic-

“Watch out!” You had to abandoned your hiding spot to reach Bennett again, pulling him away from the place where a bunch of hunter’s traps were. “Barbatos, why all your children have to be like this?…” You whispered for yourself, actually waiting for a answer, maybe a little too much because you didn’t free Bennett. His feet were just barely touching the ground.

“Oh, it’s you! Hello again!”

Enough of babysitting, that’s it, both of you are heading back to Mondstadt. This boy is a danger for himself, who allowed him to be an adventurer in first place?

After abandoned him in front of the city’s bridge you turn back to the forest, believing that it was the end, even if in the process your chaos took the life of some pigeons nearby.

Next morning you were sleeping peacefully on the branches of a huge old tree, feeling the wind of your bard friend greeting you from the distance.

Then a storm started out of nowhere; your fault.

And almost immediately you heard a cheerful voice below you, calling your name like a lost child searching for their parents.

As Bennett climbs the tree to talk with you a lightning strikes near enough to make both of you jump because of the surprise, falling from the branch and meeting each other on the mud below.

“Sorry, my bad.” Bennett and you said at the same time, to later laugh because of that.

It seems that both are more alike than you would expect

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TARTAGLIA

How do I explain that this guy already knew about you-

As you may suspect, yes, his only reason of wanting to meet you was to fight you.

The first step for taking the thrones of gods is beating one of the youngest, isn’t it? It would be a good start, and you’d be also one of the best opponents he ever fought! The only thing still needed was a way to make you accept his challenge.

Tartaglia’s first try was by attacking you without hesitation, not even a warning, just shooting an arrow for behind and waiting for you to counter. And yes, that didn’t go as planned, the rope of his bow snapped even before aiming.

It wouldn’t be that easy, the distance is always boring for a fight, why not just attacking directly?

Because you learned from Morax that you must not hurt mortals; the reason of your trip was for appreciate the human’s life, to understand why you exist, to have a reason to not end with everything that crosses your path.

To convince yourself that you’re not only destruction.

But it was hard to stay calm if he constantly provokes you to fight back. Always dodging, always running away, always breaking his weapons.

Barely holding yourself to not to break his Vision at this point.

Dodging one of his attacks again you ended up on top of a nearby structure by the side of the road, watching him from above and begging for him to stop for once.

Tartaglia clicked his tongue in annoyance, you would escape again. He was as sick as you of that senseless hunt. Maybe was the stress what impede him to think wisely, because his next strategy was like a death wish.

The water blades disappeared from his hands and, for the first time, he had a casual talk with you. Smiling and waving his hands to look relaxed.

Then he mentioned the incident with Osial, a event that almost became a tragedy. And the only reason you knew about that was because Morax told you about it, about his contract and the reason why he left his position as an Archon the next time you visited him.

It was your fault, isn’t it?

“… what?”

"As you heard! The conditions for summoning Osial was ideal, bringing back a sealed god filled with hatred and hungry for destruction couldn't have been possible if you hadn't been around Liyue that day.” His hand lifted to pointing at you, also smiling as your expression turned into a concerned one. “Oh, our God of Chaos, you were successfully satiated as the catastrophe filled the ocean! Bring us back the destruction, because it's the only thing you ever knew!”

He was obviously just mocking you, but still Tartaglia managed to actually make you think about it.

Your fault. Your chaos.

And even with that, Rex Lapis didn’t seal you or tried to eradicated you like the burden that you are for every nation.

It’s just a matter of time before you destroy all humane existence when you get bored of your fantasy of not being a spirit of chaos.

An infinity of negative and dark thoughts began to fill your mind.

It was sad, it was so sad that the erosion already began to have an effect on you being so young. You were afraid, you were concerned, the stress ate you inside while you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t like he said.

Your mind collapsed, and you left the wrath take the control for the first time in centuries.

A fight? That’s all he wanted? Easy, that’s easy, just kill him and everything will end. His annoying voice won’t torment you ever again, his words won’t hurt ever again.

It’s easy, so easy. Mortal life is so easy to end.

He’ll defeat the gods, he’ll take their thrones and will witness the world’s end in the final battle he planned since his first encounter with the traveler.

But that day Tartaglia noticed the difference between your strength, it wasn’t huge, neither significant enough. But you were stronger, and it’s well known that wrath and despair can provide extra energy when it’s needed.

The perception of time disappeared, the world did too. Nature, men creation, everything will succumb against chaos, existence itself will be reduce to ashes.

That’s why you exist, to make sure there’s not too much heroes trying to make the nations a boring place. You just need to accept it!

But…

‘There’s no other way?’

The question sparkle inside your mind, bringing you back out of nowhere. There’s a lot of irregularities in the ground nearby, the land was broke for something that impacted with an inhuman strength, even the structure where you step on top was gone, just the remain of a building was left.

And your hands were holding something bland and soft, the warm sensation on your palms and the strange movements caught your attention to look down. Your hands were strangling Tartaglia.

From the other side his hands were trying to remove yours, his strength was minimal, not even able of closing his fingers around your wrist.

A expression full of pain and regretting of his decisions, question by question filling his mind while the air became harder to get.

A broken bow, his Vision has been thrown away. Now it was a human versus a god.

You took a step back, afraid of what you were about to do. You have to stay calm and quiet forever? To prevent catastrophe, to bring peace to mortals? Who’s the one you have to blame for creating you? How you could think that coexisting with humans was possible? Even if you say that you don’t want to make any problems you would stay near them.

“Just… leave me alone.”

Was the last thing you said, a whisper that wanted to apologize for a whole eternity, a regret that couldn’t be forgot. And then you left that place, escaping one last time.

But wait for him, Tartaglia thought, he didn’t need your compassion.

Sooner or later he would have his revenge.

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SCARAMOUCHE

Finally! With Shogun Raiden’s gnosis on his possession and the all mighty hero of Mondstadt weakened there’s no way things can go wrong for him!

A little delay in his plans, but still a smile remained on his face. Kunikuzushi couldn’t wish for anything else right now.

But you already know what is going to happen next.

In this world exist Murphy’s Law?, because anything that could go wrong went wrong after he claim for victory. Even being far away of the factory it seemed that the karma reached him immediately.

He just got his guard down for a couple seconds, and then, whoshh. Now you see it, now you don’t. The gnosis disappeared from his pocket, not here, not there. The annoyance filled his chest and then a irritated growl came from his throat.

What in the world happened?

Scaramouche looked to a huge tree in front of him, and there you were. On your favorite place to sit, above from everyone else in a branch. Holding the gnosis as the board piece it looks like, playing throwing it up a little and then catching it again and again.

Who you think you are to act that carefree on his presence? If you wanted to die so bad then you could just have asked for it.

Even if he called you and made a question first you counter it with another one, what was he doing with that thing?

You were sick of those who defy the gods thanks to his ‘workmate’.

Scaramouche ordered you to give him the gnosis back, threats and insults came out from his mouth as a distraction; in reality, he was just ready to set the first hit from behind.

But something made him stop just in time when you talked again.

“I don’t care what you are planning, but if it involves the ones who I’m in debt with, you will surely fail.”

“Another clairvoyant? Hah, your type are more words than an actual subject matter, but I have to admit it, they’re also very skill to escape.”

“It was a warning.” You said, throwing again the gnosis, this time to his direction.

Scaramouche reacted in time to rise his arms but in midair something caught the chess-like piece before his fingers. Surprising him again and making the irritation event more unbearable.

It was a tanuki. The same that looked behind a second before running even deeper in the forest.

The chaos isn’t necessary a huge disaster; a little accident, an inconvenient, a failure, it depends time and place to be considered like a catastrophe.

Scaramouche had a killer gaze just for you in his face, in respond you smiled at him, then covered your mouth with both hands to fake surprise.

“What a shame! Better luck next time, gods defier.” Your laugh could be heard all over the woods, like a spectral echo that chased him his way to get back the gnosis.

He got it back after a few minutes of a stressful walk through the forest, found the tanuki dancing on a stone before disappearing again. When he got closer he found that piece, making sure it was the real one and not just another trick.

The following days he received endless reports of Fatui soldiers and entire camps being reduced to rubble aside lost or destroyed materials; it was a higher level sabotage done by who they said was someone of relatively young appearance in strange clothes, the one that enjoyed staring at them until something goes wrong.

Nobody could defeat them, not even get closer. And with that, Scaramouche knew they were talking about you.

Was that what you meant with “warning”? Who are you exactly? Not even holding a Vision, how could you… ?

A quick order was enough to deliver him a book full of ancient legends, part of the Fatui private collection. Texts that were lost and the world had forgotten, his only hope was that you weren't exactly mortal, and if that was the case they could take advantage of your nature.

Hah, he found you.

God of Chaos, a body sculptured by the blood and bodies of the ones who died in middle of the wars. At first they were just a being full of anger and affinity for taking the life of every living being on earth, until the same hand that created them gave them a human heart of their own. Made without any prior basis, without being the remains of the deceased. Something one of a kind, the mortal heart of a god.

When human emotions filled the vessel they were released into the world, to mourn over the spilled blood and to know how everything of their existence originates. Born from the red that stained the fields and being the bud that seemed withered, the same that now has the deepest roots ever found.

Hmm, that brings back some memories…

But hey, that vital energy could be useful.

Don’t be surprised if one day you wake up chained and feeling dizzy as Scaramouche drains your life. You know what? Just wait for it! Running away as you did with that idiot won’t work this time.

Every possibility can be foreseen, every inconvenience can be solved. And if you think that you’re an exception then you’re stupider than you look.

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GANYU

Bold of you assume that Zhongli didn’t introduce you to everyone the first time you travel to Liyue.

The difference between your meeting was that it had to be really short. Ganyu is always busy so you couldn’t know her better before her duty called for her again.

Obviously you heard a lot of stories of her childhood thanks to Cloud Retainer. The day she knew about it Ganyu avoided you, next week she apologized with you about it. It was very rude, please pardon her.

Such a big sister vibes ngl

An Adeptus working that hard to human’s matters. It was so cool to follow her from a significant distance to see how was her routine.

If you could only live that peacefully near humans without causing any problem! What a dream! The envy was killing you.

Ganyu didn’t mind about you stalking her, the feeling of a companion was always present and she also knew that you had to keep some distance from everybody to not cause any accident. She appreciated your consideration.

Until a soldier from the millelith arrested you for harassment, wait- you’re innocent! Don’t get closer, hold on! Hold on!

The handcuffs broke almost immediately, though.

When Ganyu resolved the misunderstanding she hold your hands to apologize again, it had to be really stressful to be aware of any chaos you could create accidentally.

What if you… wait for her on the surroundings of the city?

Please, she have a lot of work, don’t interrupt her, she’s begging you.

Ganyu thought you heard her request, but she knew that you were just hiding when a window opened out of nowhere and a lot of documents flew away in the room.

You appeared hanging upside down from the other side of the window, jumped down and entered to pick up the documents. You hand her over all the pages and then you leave through the space on the wall.

“… I’ll be in Huaguang Stone Forest… ”

“Thank you.”

Even though you both agreed that you would return to the stone forest, she couldn't help but feel guilty as the hours passed, did you feel like a nuisance? Maybe she should apologize. Again.

When another successful day at work ended, she realized that repeating the same words over and over was not the best way to show her regret. That’s why a better idea formed in his head as she approached the abode of the rest of Adeptus.

Ganyu found you being scolded by Mountain Shaper for unintentionally releasing the trespassing intruders along with other creatures from their amber prisons.

After rescuing you again, she was able to propose her idea to you. With a calm and charming voice she asked you if you would like to learn about Liyue's traditions from the human perspective.

Sure, Zhongli could tell you about the beginning of traditions and festivities, but the way to celebrate them and pay tribute to the Adeptus was something that only a person who had lived among mortals for years could explain to you.

Your eyes shone in gratitude but no words really came out of your lips, kind of embarrassed you said some nonsensical things and then another amber cracked when you brushed its surface.

Mountain Shaper kicked you out without thinking twice.

But hey! The next day your classes on Culture from the Mortal Perspective began! A quick but calm walk through Liyue that got spread when a bunch of kids recognized you.

How could they not remember the person who plays with them every time they get a chance?

Ganyu sat by the side of the road on an empty bench, watching you scamper the children who seemed happy at your mere presence. Like the occasional accidents of a child, the curious and outlandish nature cannot be controlled, only accepted.

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CHONGYUN

Don’t move! The future best exorcist in the world, Chongyun, will put an end to your legacy of misdeeds and pranks! No evil specter that causes bad luck will survive to-!

Just by lightly tapping with your fingertips you were able to break the seal of the talismans that surrounded you out of nowhere. Pushing back the boy who was convinced that he had beaten his yang.

how dare u interrupt him.

Another of Xingqiu’s pranks? Isn’t this going a little to far? He hadn’t learn about not believing everything his friend says smh.

Let’s just mess with him a little.

‘Measure your words, human. In the presence of the God of Chaos, the first thought that should run through your mortal instinct is to beg for your life, since those who dare to defy them will be punished and displayed as a trophy in the infinity of the abyss from which the catastrophe came out.’

You took a few steps closer to him, while Chongyun kept backing away. The scene was so dramatic that you had to stop when the boy summoned his sword.

Haha jk, nice to meet u.

It's nice to know that there are still such dedicated exorcists out there.

But wait-, so you're not an evil spirit? A God? Why is there a god causing accidents all over Liyue!? That makes no sense! If you think you can deceive him by pretending to be a deity then he shall punish you severely for disrespecting them!

After a detailed explanation of your identity, Chongyun's mood plummeted again due to another failure as an exorcist.

He sat silently on a rock and remained silent, his expression showed so well his disappointed that it made you feel like it was your fault.

Ohno, a sad human child, your weakness-

At the end you sat next to him to listen to what he had to say.

Did he really want to see a spirit so badly? Those things are horrible, wearing strange clothes and yelling all the time, buagh! The thought of it gives you chills. But there's nothing you can do, after all they are drawn to your chaos.

When you finished talking so indifferently about what you lived through from day to day, you looked back at Chongyun, finding his expressive eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Are you a magnet of evil? Chaos and destruction? Demons and spirits alike appear wherever you go?

Then you stopped him, it wasn't something to take so lightly; there’s also the chaos of the butterfly effect, natural disasters, unforeseen events, influencing the mood of evil people, losing your favorite pair of socks-

But you attract spirits, right!? You have to help him! How can you say ‘no’ to that face?

The next day he took you to one of his commissions as an exorcist, a house that had numerous reports from its previous tenants. He stayed outside and asked you to come in first, obviously you refused, if your chaos broke something inside you would have more problems besides the ghosts of the house.

He insisted a little more, it worked. Now you were waiting to feel the presence of some spirit trying to attack you. You could feel it, their energy was spread throughout the building, but still there was no movement. Neither hostility, neither terror, just the presence of a soul.

When it was Chongyun's turn to enter you explained this to him, his yang was also easy to perceive, you could describe it as a blizzard in the middle of the storm. But despite this, that presence didn’t react to his energy, nothing changed.

Then you understand it, your energies neutralized each other. Your chaos and his yang ended in a stalemate that went nowhere.

“I was really hoping to see an actual spirit and not only stay still in the middle of the entrance… “

“Well, I can still curse you. Want to try?” Chongyun crossed his arms, annoyed for your jokes.

“Maybe I should exorcize you instead… ”

“Ohh, so the little exorcist wants a deity to be his personal dummy? Let’s make a pact then. Promise me your soul.”

“I-I thought you said you weren’t actually a demon!”

When you stroked his hair he couldn't help but think about how much he still had to learn, so much so that even the gods were taking pity on him.

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Holy: Chapter One

This is a new fic that is completed but I think I'll be rolling it out chapter by chapter because it us a long one. It's brat tamer, jaded widower Sheriff Hassan in full effect. This fic does contain some very rough sex and consensual sexual violence in some chapters so please do not read if that is a trigger for you. Otherwise, please enjoy and leave feedback!

Holy

Chapter One

Word Count: 2058

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Sheriff Hassan doesn't need a Deputy on the tiny island of Crockett. That is until he meets Leslie Eber, in all of her pen-clicking, gum-popping, annoying glory. As it turns out, fate had bigger plans for them.

The first time they had sex was an accident. No, accident isn’t the right word. He didn’t trip and fall into her pussy. You don’t just fuck your deputy by accident. It was a mistake, though. A mistake is, by definition, an action that is misguided or wrong. Sheriff Hassan had fucked her by mistake.

The first time with Leslie was his first true lapse in judgement in years. He’d been calculated in all things from moving to Crockett, to just about gluing his mouth shut to keep from clapping back at every racist, Islamophobic, anti-outsider attack thrown his way. He was here for Ali. He was here for his son. He owed him the safety.

When he took the job in Crockett, he knew that there was a deputy. A woman from town who’d gone to the academy on the mainland but left patrol after only two years to return and care for her ailing mother. The outgoing Sheriff had told him about her in an email.

“Whatever you need, just ask Leslie Eber. She knows where everything can be found.” The email had said. Hassan had barely glanced over the email. She knows where everything is. Great. The duplicate keys and extra toilet paper most likely. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t need an assistant to keep the peace between 130 people. He didn’t want one.

His first few weeks drove the point home further. Beyond giving him backstories on every resident and keeping him abreast of the town gossip, which he did not ask for, Leslie was mostly useless. She went home at 5pm to cook for her mother and finished pots of coffee without starting a new one. She popped her gum and snapped the grommets on her gun belt absently while staring out the window. It irritated him. She was irritating.

It all came to a head during a winter storm. It was the worst one they’d had that season. The icy wind whipped up from the docks and through the streets, taking down power lines and throwing tree limbs onto roofs. They stayed in the office for the night, waiting for the inevitable distress calls to roll in once the storm passed.

“Sheriff Henry always sent me home during storms.” She was at the window staring out into the inky black of the night. She was always at the window. “He said there’s no point in the both of us being here.”

“Then why are you here?” Hassan didn’t look up from his stack of paperwork. It was all expired fishing licenses and requests from the mayor for a patrol of the Uppards to ward off teenagers. Nothing important, but nothing he ever bothered to get through.

“I’m supposed to be here, right?” She turned on her heels. The squeak of her boots made him look up.

“I don’t give a shit where you are.” It was harsh. It felt harsh coming out of his mouth. He’d been swallowing his anger with Bev Keane, his anger from a particularly counterintuitive city council meeting, his pride. He’d been swallowing his anger with Leslie, too. She’d drank the last of the coffee again. He’d sat at his desk and watched her do it. She emptied the pot into her cup, shrugged, and put it back. It boiled his blood.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She sounded hurt. He’d never heard her sound anything other than annoying. It stung his heart a little. “If you don’t want me here than fire me, Sheriff. Or lay me off or whatever. Sheriff Henry was always nice at least.”

“I don’t want you here, Leslie.” He stood up and took three steps to the center of the room. There was still distance between them, a good four feet of it. “I’m sorry that I was rude to you. You don’t deserve that. But I don’t need a deputy. There’s barely enough people on this island to need one of us, much less two of us.” He looked down at his boots, crossed his arms, considered leaving it at that. He thought better of it. Better to squash these things all at once. “I apologize, again, for being rude. I have a lot of pent up anger right now.” He turned and left, only going so far as the General Store to grab a snack and pencil it down on his tab behind the counter.

Leslie was quiet when he came back. She was still at the window, coffee mug securely installed between her palms, but there was no popping, snapping, pen clicking, toe tapping. Hassan saw her in a different light without all of the buzzing overstimulation that usually accompanied her. Her long auburn hair was much lighter at the end of her ponytail. He wondered if I was a grown out dye job from several years ago or if her hair bleached naturally in the summer sun. He wondered what she looked like as a blonde. Her nails were painted baby pink, but cut short. She had a shotgun blast of freckles across her nose and cheeks but nowhere else.

He was still transfixed when she spoke again, cutting into his peace. “Am I one of the things you’re angry about?” He looked her in the eyes this time. She was clearly in need of reassurance, maybe just someone to be totally honest with her. Childlike. Bordering on pathetic.

“Sometimes.” His eyes followed her as she pulled her chair to the side of his desk, a mere three feet from her own in the first place. Their office was so small. “But mostly I am just annoyed.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, chipping away her nail polish with her thumb nail. She had something else to say. He wanted to turn her upside down and shake it out of her, get it over with.

“You-you can take it out on me.” She mumbled, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“What?” He’d heard her, but it didn’t make sense.

“If you’re angry or whatever, you can take it out on me.” She stopped chipping at her nails, her confidence just a little higher than it had been moments ago. “I-uh, I like it.”

“You like what, Leslie?” His voice remained stern, measured. He knew what. He wanted to hear it from her pink, chapped lips. “How old are you?”

“I’m 23.” She answered softly, knowing what his reaction would be.

“Jesus.” Hassan threw his hands up. She was way too young to know what she was asking for.

“I’m young but I’m not stupid.” She scoot her chair closer to him, one of the wheels catching on the linoleum and almost toppling her over. “I know how to handle myself, Sheriff. I know what I like.”

He sat back in his chair, hands behind his head, trying to decide if this was worth the trouble that would come from it. If hurting her, a consenting adult, would quiet the broiling rage in his head, it couldn’t be too bad.

“Close the blinds.” He ordered suddenly, ready to make a mistake he couldn’t come back from. Her eyes lit up. He rolled his own eyes at her excitement. “Pull down your pants and lean over my desk.”

She did exactly as she was told. She didn’t even hesitate. He hated it. The way her ass jiggled and she yelped when he spanked her, though, he didn’t hate that. Not at all. He spanked her again and again until he was starting to break a sweat, his hand coming down harder every time. A deep, raised welt was boiling up on her pale flesh. It would be a bruise. Something about that turned him on.

Spanking her was incredibly cathartic. She was crying, snot and drool dripping down onto the papers on his desk, but her white knuckle fingers didn’t let go. Her chest remained flat to his closed laptop. She didn’t try to get away. Poor girl. He wanted to break her so bad.

“Fuck me, Sheriff.” Her eyes were trained on his. He hadn’t gotten out of his chair. Her words made him raise up though.

He slapped her. Hard across her face. Grabbing a handful of her hair and pressing her head down onto the wood, he brought his own face to her level and spat on her. He’d never been so degrading to anyone in his entire life, but Leslie, she fucking <i>smiled</i>.

That smile set him off. He kept his fist in her hair, pressing her down while he unbuckled his belt and forced his jeans down just far enough to free his erection. He didn’t give her warning or ask permission. He didn’t care. She’d been pissing him off for months and she just fucking smiled at him. He fucked all of the anger into her. The issues with Bev Keane, with the church, with the racist townies, with Ali wanting to go to church with his friends, with no one taking him seriously, with her drinking that last cup of goddamn coffee. He fucked all of that into her. All the while she was sobbing and moaning, moaning and sobbing. It had become one sound. He let it wash over him.

He came inside of her. He closed his eyes and felt like shit about it, but he did it anyway, pulling up her panties and trousers and patting her on the crotch while he knew it was leaking out of her. She was sweaty and filthy. He preferred her like that.

She stood shell shocked in front of him while he buttoned her pants for her, tucking in the front of her shirt haphazardly. Thank god no one was going to see her right now.

“Is that what you wanted, Leslie?” He sat down in his chair again, buttoning his own jeans and refastening his belt. She looked like she was going to crumble into a million pieces if he pushed her any more. She cracked a small smile, nodded yes. She’d never looked so fragile though.

“Come sit down.” He patten his knee. She was reluctant and slow in her movements. He could see the pain on her face when she sat down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shrugged, allowing him to use his shirt sleeve to wipe the snot and tears from her face.

“Do you feel ok about what happened?” He wasn’t even entirely sure if he felt ok about it. It got him off and he definitely wasn’t wound tightly with anger anymore, but he wasn’t enjoying watching Leslie tremble, unable or unwilling to speak to him. “Do never want it to happen again?” He spoke to her like a child, stern but soft.

She shook her head, no. He wove his fingers into her knotted hair, scratching her scalp a little as he pulled her head down to his chest. He hadn’t been with anyone since losing his wife and he didn’t want to be. Not like it was with her. Shameema was smarter than him and in most ways that count, stronger. She had the upper hand and he liked it that way. Even if he could recreate the way he felt with her, he wouldn’t.

When they were young it was stumbling and fumbling and laughter. As they got older, they only fit together more perfectly. Sometimes when he missed her the most he’d remember the mornings in their mid-twenties when his beard was a little shorter and her belly was round with Ali. Before he put on his uniform and before she draped her hijab over her long, chocolate brown hair, he’d make love to her in the morning light. Her scent was burned into his memory. Cinnamon and nutmeg, she’d whisper not to tell anyone that breakfast was haram.

“Allah wouldn’t want us to eat bland food.” She’d lean into him while he worked the hair tie out of her braid, unwinding the glossy brown tendrils that hung down her back. Her back pressed to his chest, her hands planted on the counter in front of her, dress pulled up around her waist, Hassan would make love to her with his palm stretched wide over her growing belly. There was a purity to it that only existed in his memories, and it would stay there.

[minkmousesworld]

MORE BRATTY SUB SANEMI PLSSS 🤲

of course!♡

What type of sub: Sanemi Shinazugawa [NSFW🔞]

warnings: brat taming, rough sex (hair pulling, bondage, mention of bites), rough language, mention of praise kink.

"Tsk. So what? Are you trying to subdue me, or are you trying to persuade me? Then you'd better get down on your knees and beg me — that will be most effective"

Sanemi is a problematic brat, even if at first you will be sure that he is dominant because "everything points to it".

Brat-brat-brat-brat, and he doesn't realize it until at some point you just behave rudely, threatening punishment if he continues to behave like this, and he's just excited by the thought and craves it.

Don't let his aggressive and rude behavior obscure your eyes. But at the same time, do not expect him to be "childish" disobedience. He is not one of those subs who will bring you ice cubes instead of "very cold water" and stand because you told him to "bring water" instead of "give it". Oh, no.

Sanemi is one of those subs who will taunt, try to challenge your dominance, and provoke. And he does it unconsciously — for him, this is not a game where you can say "red" and he immediately becomes obedient and soft, asking for long hugs and kisses; for him, this is a natural behavior.

Don't you like what he says? Put a gag in his mouth. Don't you like the way he looks? Blindfold him. Does he push you away? Put him in handcuffs.

Tie him up. Roughly push down on the bed / floor / sofa. Pull his hair. Scratch his chest, bite him, slap him. Subdue him.

Inflame the situation, call him a brat, you can even strangle him several times if he plays especially naughty and drives you crazy. Sanemi like when you are angry and you show him "his place".

Bring Sanemi to such a state that at the end of sex, he is trembling and does not understand anything, obediently repeating after you "I'm a good boy", and snuggled up to you in a thirst for comfort and safety.

Aftercare is very important to him. If you don't take care of him after such games, Sanemi will be even more unbalanced and angry, and it will not be "playful"at all. In the moments of making love, he opens up very deeply to you, and the lack of care will be considered by him as neglect (which, in general, is true if you refuse to engage in aftercare).

Sanemi needs clear rules and punishment for disobedience. your relationship will raising where you'll specify Sunami in his place, and he will break the rules. He is not "elegant" — there will be no tricks, but there will be the usual disobedience and ridicule.

As long as you don't show him exactly why he has to follow the rules, Sanemi will continue to break them.

Sanemi will directly tell you what your rules are meaningless, and so he violates them. In fact, it's because he's trying to find boundaries that he can't go beyond. And you need to show him those boundaries.

Sanemi is definitely not a sub who will voluntarily kneel in front of you before you put him in his place.

Why should he respect you? Because you're dom? No.

Sanemi constantly runs into the punishment. Even when he seems to be communicating with you calmly, he can't help but act like a brat. The longer your relationship, the less aggressive, but the first time you will have to bring to mind his disobedience and intractability.

If you have recently had an aggressive quarrel, he will definitely break at least one rule (not too painful, however; he does not really want to hurt you), and clearly, in front of your eyes. Motivation? To activate your instinct to "catch and punish". You'd rather grab him and have rough sex than ignore him.

If you react stoically, he will become even more brazen. Bickering with you, snapping, ridiculing (unpleasant, but not painful), but at the same time obviously looking for a meeting and waiting for your reaction. The sexual tension will be almost material between the two of you.

Hey, he's actually acting like a naughty brat here, why are you ignoring him and not wanting to talk to him? Did he really hurt you?

In the end, if you show indifference, Sanemi show his hidden submissive traits. Most likely, he will buy groceries and prepare your favorite dishes to apologize to you during the meal.

Even if Sanemi enjoys your aggression, it doesn't mean that he wants you to be really angry with him. He didn't mean to offend you.

Sanemi just says what comes to mind first.

Sanemi loves rough sex very much. The rougher you are, the better.

However, in particularly rough moments, he can provoke you to make it even more painful, although it is obvious that he will not stand it anymore. His usually high attention to his own body's response recoils when he feels so submissive.

Sanemi is more submissive when he has a collar around his neck (plus, he looks cute in it), but good luck putting it on him. He will resist with the last of his strength until you just pin him down.

"Be a good boy and just put this on, Nemi".

"Fuck you, [Sir/Madam]."

He uses the names you call yourself (even if "Mommy/Daddy" is very embarrassing), but with such an intonation that he sounds even more audacious than if there were no names.

(You don't like the tone Sanemi calls you? Fuck him until he can't even remember his own name, let alone pronounce it).

Very sensitive to humiliation. Calling him an "annoying brat" or a "naughty boy" is one thing, but really rude insults instantly turn him off. Sanemi wants to be tamed and subjugated, not humiliated, and it is a very stable position.

If you are a very soft dom (or just very sweet), then Sanemi will be disappointed when you don't respond to his provocation properly. But when you pat him on the head or praise him for being "good"? He'll blush♡

Praise kink is not something Sanemi has ever thought of, but something he definitely craves. Let him hide his face in your shoulder / chest, and praise him for his work, and he will melt.

He will miss the emotional tension, in the form of "you grabbed his hand and pressed him to the bed, saying that now you will fuck him until he loses consciousness", and he will often drive you crazy, but this discomfort will not be too strong for him to think about breaking up the relationship.

His perfect dom? Brat tamer with a soft side.

Make him submit to you, not by constant physical punishments, but by words. Make him so obedient that he won't even think about being disobedient just by seeing your look.

Ride him / push him while Sanemi lies in front of you bound, gagged, and tell him that this is how naughty boys are treated.

Leave hickeys and smack marks on him and sweetly advise him not to provoke you anymore while you play with his hair. Spoiler: he will do this, but less prominently.

Even if Sanemi obedient to you, to be a brat it's part of his personality. You will have to accept that he will never change.

At least Sanemi doesn't roll his eyes when you say you're going to punish him today, but just chuckles. Already progress!

🍃🍃🍃

"And that's what you call sex? Maybe we should play with dolls. This will make more sense than your weak strokes"

"Have you already started or do I have to wait?"

"And what will I get for it?"

"Tsk... and that's it?"

"If something like this is rough sex for you, I can show you how a real dom does it"

"You're just a fucking pervert, and that's what turns me on, not what you do to me"

[mxgicthot]

Haleth and Erden | NSFW guide

So I got lazy and decided to put them in one post

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Haleth

Identifes as bisexual and demisexual. Doesn't have any gender preference as long as she finds you interesting.

So if you're traumatized and broken inside she'll love you.

Haleth doesn't really do one night stands, so you'd have to be a regular fuck buddy.

Generally ends up with masc presenting partners, but that's not on purpose.

She can be a bit of a brat and prefers soft dom's and brat tamers (basically anyone who can put her in her place)

Haleth can switch to a soft dom when she feels like it. Uses phrases like "You are doing so well baby" or "you're gonna be good for me?"

When she tops, will use strap-ons to fuck her partners.

Yes she peggs Erden and Muriel

Her kissing style starts of soft and then she gets more passionate and will use alot of tongue and teeth.

Kinks include : primal (she's the prey), temperature play (ice and wax), Shibari (receiving), praise and light degradation, breeding, cockwarming, sensory deprivation (giving and receiving), rough manhandling (wrestling, fighting, biting), edging /orgasm denial, overstimulation, Dumbification.

Has a huge breeding kink.

Her no's include : daddy/mommy kink, deep cutting or wounds, scat, extreme age play

She’s into blood/knife play, but only on occasion, and only if it’s been well discussed before hand.

She likes using magic on her partners to give them a sort of trippy effect, with permission of course.

Doesn’t really like threesomes unless she’s only expected to watch or focus on one partner. She prefers to only focus on one person during sex.

Do not grab her hair without permission otherwise she'll freak out and you might die.

Haleth is 5'2ft and about 110 pounds, she likes it when her partners pick her up and throw her around.

She's pretty versatile with positions but her favourite would be missionary. That way her partner can bend her legs in various angels or lift her body in various ways while still making eye contact. Also loves the mating press position.

Haleth gives the best aftercare, she will give you lots of cuddles, kisses and talk all night if you want.

Also expects aftercare from her partners. She's very vulnerable after sex so be extra soft with her <3

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Erden

He is very pansexual and everyone is welcome here.

Also a switch vers but leans heavily towards topping

You either have to be a small bitch or really fucking huge, there's no in between.

literally fucks as an outlet

Erden loves partners who challenge him. And If you want him to bottom you literally have to hold him down and beat him up.

If by some miracle he lets you top him. He is the most annoying brat ever

Erden won’t ever do what he’s told, because he likes the punishment more - and if you’re not punishing him right, he’ll let you know

He has no problem getting on his knees, or being pushed around and he won’t shut up until you make him

He has the filthiest mouth ever and loves to dirty talk. Likes to use degrading words and doesn't mind you using those words on him too (if that's not your thing you can tell him beforehand)

Erden is a good kisser and he knows it. Also loves to work his way down to your neck quickly, and likes to leave marks there

He knows just what to do to make anyone’s knees weak in a kiss—whether it’s gentle, ghosting touches over exposed skin, or rough manhandling, he can scope it out in an instant. Which is how he usually ends up dominating, he just knows how to wrap people around his fingers

Can fuck in his wolf form

Loves doggy, giving and receiving

Kinks include : primal (always the predator), blood/knife play, rough body play (wrestling, fighting, etc), impact play, overstimulation (giving), cock-warming (receiving) , edging/orgasm denial, dirty talk, degradation (giving & receiving), deep throat (prefers to give), some asphyxiation (giving)

He can take everything he dishes out too and is just as much of a masochist as he is a sadist

His no's include : heavy bondage, also very heavy non-con is a hard no for him (because trauma). If you restrain his wrists without discussing it first he’ll freak out.

Doesn’t have a Daddy kink but isn’t opposed to hearing it if you want to call him that. But if you want to use dom titles he

Body worship makes him uncomfortable, but it’s only because he’s not used to it—it feels fake to him coming from a one-night stand, but if he gets attached to you, he’ll accept it and slowly start to return the praise

He’s into threesomes/group sex but only if he’s the focus. He gets really jealous when the other people he’s having sex with start focusing on each other instead

He's 6'8ft and likes to use his height and strength to his advantage

If you are a one night stand then aftercare isn't gonna be a thing with Erden. He's not going to kick you out, but he doesn’t expect anyone to stay the night. So it's just going to be very awkward.

Unless of course he likes you then he is the biggest simp ever and will do whatever you want.

[mavda]

Beast Tamers

Ch.1 |  Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4(1) | Ch.4(2) | Ch.5(1) | Ch.5(2) | Ch.5(3) | Ch.5(4) | Ch.6(1) | Ch.6(2) | Ch.6(3) | Ch.7(1) | Ch.7(2) | Ch.7(3) | Ch.7(4) | Ch.7(5) | Ch.8(1) | Ch.8(2) | Ch.8(3) | Ch.9(1) | Ch.9(2) | Ch.9(3) | Ch.9(4) | Ch.10(1) | Ch.10(2) |

Ch.10: The Two-Tails (3)

Naruto stretches his arm and searches for his wife's body in the dark. She's on her side, with her face to him, and his hand touches her belly with tentative fingers. 

He lingers and stares at the ceiling. Seeing nothing and only listening to Hinata's soft breathing and the wind rustling the leaves outside. He doesn't want to leave the bedroom. 

When he sits, he shivers as the cold finds him. He takes a second to feel Hinata's warmth and then leaves her side with a reluctant face nobody sees.

Jiraiya is always there waiting for him. And the training continues, wherever they left it at. The cold wakes Naruto and he is conscious of his body, present in whatever instruction Jiraiya shares. And yet he doesn’t see results. 

It is frustrating and annoying and it is difficult for Naruto to ground himself when he knows he needs to control this as fast as he can if he wants it to have any real effect on his body… on his lifespan. 

Hinata’s breath on his neck keeps him awake at night.

Jiraiya senses some turmoil, but Naruto knows he won’t pry. He knows he can’t do anything, and Jiraiya is pragmatic at heart. He has never inflated Naruto’s dreams, has never told him of hopes he doesn’t share. 

Naruto has forgotten what those are supposed to make him feel.

He has a baby on the way and enemies that seem to multiply. 

The shame he feels when he stands and Jiraiya tells him that he has to keep on practicing. The irk that feels him as he realizes that he can’t even focus enough on his pregnant wife. The fear that seems to seep from his bones as he merely thinks about an attack. 

And all the things that can go wrong.

There are plans. There plans and backup plans and backup plans for those backup plans. He knows them by heart, recites them inside his head when his mind runs wild.

But his feelings are always running amok. 

Shikamaru is right beside him and Tsume and Shino check time and time again their perimeter. Nothing moves without Naruto knowing. 

But they all know this is the calm before the storm. 

The Beast Tamer meeting is a taunt. A game and a chance someone is taking for reasons unknown. They gather all the information they can. Read it and classify it and read it again. They have ideas, but nothing sure, and no one really trusts what the other Beast Tamers have to say. 

Gaara is the only one they trust and although he tries his best, he comes up with the same information Naruto can gather. 

So they set out to know more. And Naruto has meetings upon meetings with his vassals. He smiles, he laughs, he pries and he tests. And his heart rests a little as he realizes that most of them are still on his side. 

With only a few exceptions. 

He can see it in their eyes, in the way their body shifts and their words come out too late, too quick. He zeroes in on one.

Lord Graff comes into the room with a smile plastered on his face. Naruto makes small conversation and offers a drink the man accepts with a slight tremble on his hand.

They could drug him, they could kidnap him, they could very well torture him to know more. 

But if their movements have been so cautious before, if this whole ordeal is a careful plan, he fears what they can do when brought into a corner. So he will play along.

And he asks about mundane things he doesn’t care about. 

Lord Graff relaxes after a while. With Naruto sharing information about the other vassals with whom he has had subsequent meetings too. He has to show himself to be cautious, but he can’t show himself to be suspicious of someone. Not yet. Not until he is where they want him to be. 

“Harsh times we are going through, huh?” Naruto says, just after sipping his sake and giving a defeated sigh. It comes to mind that he doesn’t really need to act up the anxious-worried tone he laces his voice with, and that is enough to make him huff out and add a touch of exasperation Lord Graff buys immediately.

“Indeed, my lord! Harsh times indeed! Such a shame things seem to have piled up upon you these days! But I am sure with this new Beast Meeting information you have so kindly shared with me some fruitful ideas will be laid out!”

Lord Graff is new money and has always been eager to rise the ranks, but money? Power? Naruto hadn’t pegged him as such a greedy man. His beaded eyes run over Naruto and Naruto makes sure to show his body feels fine. 

Information for what? His family doesn’t seem to be affected by this ordeal and neither does he seem to be threatened.

A grudge? Naruto has barely known him for a couple of years. 

Lord Graff babbles on without Naruto saying much. He has downed their sake on his own, as Naruto controlled his intake and encouraged the man to keep on drinking. Naruto is in fact surprised the man still can control what his mouth says in such a situation. 

Maybe he doesn’t know much. Naruto wouldn’t let a nobody know about what he plans to do. 

“Is everything all right with your lovely wife?”

Naruto doesn’t flinch. His hand doesn’t tremble and his voice comes out with a worry he practiced beforehand. “She is, thank you for asking.”

“Oh, of course! The lord’s wife is a precious person so it stands to reason that we worry so much about her. In fact, it seems that no one has seen your wife in a long while and well-”

“I am sure you can understand, you know, with all that has been going on and what not.”

“Oh, oh, absolutely, as long as everything is all right, my lord.”

“It is, thank you.” Naruto takes a deliberate slow sip out of his cup, as hostility begins to fill his body, “I take it your family is well, too?”  

“Yes, yes, my lord, thank you so much for asking.”

There is nothing Naruto gets out of him and Lord Graff leaves after a while, positively drunk and yet tight-lipped as always. 

The cold wind helps Naruto relax before walking in to the innermost part of the compound. Lord Graff is either another fool that knows nothing or his overbearing questions mean something, and Naruto wishes whoever was behind all of this would just turn up in front of him to fight it out with their fists. 

He wants peace and tranquility and his life seems to refuse to have anything to do with those concepts.  

He enters his bedroom the moment he knows his brows are not burrowed and his muscles are not taut. There is no one inside and his heart leaps inside his chest and his mind is filled with thoughts he never wants to think about. 

He begins listing places and schedules and hours and he is barely turning the first corridor when he sees Hinata walking alongside Sai and a couple maids in the distance. She is fresh out of her bath and her cheeks are rosy. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Naruto hides before anyone can see him, his back pressed to the wall, his head tilted back. He breathes in and out, and then in and out again. 

He needs to control this damned Beast, control it. But the moment he even thinks of harm coming to his family… of danger being near Hinata, his mind goes into overdrive and he knows he will tear everything apart to keep her safe. Himself included if need be. 

His hand is shaking and he stares at it till it settles. The cold wind bites at his skin and after a while he resumes his way back to his room.

 ⁂⁂⁂

Naruto comes into the room with tired eyes and Hinata is ready to let him sleep and rest and cuddle him, but the moment she walks to him to help him undress Naruto envelops her in a hug that makes her yelp. 

    “You smell good.”

    Hinata blushes as Naruto drags his nose down her neck, laying a couple of kisses on his way. 

    “I j-just took a b-bath.”

    He hums in appreciation and then rests his head on top of her head, letting a heavy sigh leave his body. 

    He must be exhausted. 

    “Sh-shall we go to bed?”

    He puts space between them and brings his finger to her chin, lifting her face to him. “Do you feel all right? Are you tired?”

    Hinata has to bite down the scoff that wants to leave her body, as he looks a hundred times more haggard than her, but she knows how worried he is and how anxious he feels about not being with her as much as he wants to, so she kissed his palm and makes him follow her into their bed. 

    She undresses him and although Naruto complains about being able to do it himself and how she has to take care of her body, she loves being able to give him comfort, so she insists. 

    He has his head on her lap as she caresses his head, their eyes on the garden outside. Naruto finds this relaxing most of the time, but he feels tense somehow, and although Hinata kisses his cheek, and does her best to soften his posture, he doesn’t budge.

    “Did s-something happen?”

    He says nothing. He only turns his face to her, blinks as if pondering and then turns his whole body to hers, his face buried between her belly and her thighs. He brings his one hand to her bottom and the other claps the hand that caresses his face.

    “I just don’t wanna go to that meeting,” he whispers. 

    And Hinata says nothing, because she doesn’t want him to go to that meeting either. She rubs her thumb over his hand and drags her fingers over his scalp. 

    “I-I’ll be waiting for you.”

    Naruto buries himself even deeper into her body and then sits with slow movements. He cups her face, maps her face with his blue eyes, then dips his head for a kiss.

     “I love you.” He says and repeats. “I’ll be back before you notice.”

    Hinata doubts it, but she can’t bring herself to tell him. Sometimes he reads her better than she can. 

    She kisses him back, brings her body closer. “I’ll be waiting.”

    Naruto licks her lips, drags his hands down her body. “You smell like soap.”

    Hinata is about to tell him again that she took a shower, but Naruto opens her sleepwear and kisses her overflowing breasts. “I’ll help you take a bath again, don’t worry.”

    Hinata laughs and Naruto brings his head up, confused and worried he may have overstepped. “Is that all right?”

    He looks so pretty under the lamp, Hinata can only stare dumbstruck. “I w-won’t need another bath.” The saliva on her skin is getting colder and it brings memories that make her legs rub together in anticipation, “I love having your s-smell on me.”

    She expects Naruto to laugh or smirk, give her one of his usual winks. Be playful like he always is. But he just gives her a bittersweet smile that makes her want to gather him in her arms and never let go. 

    Naruto is faster, though. He kisses her neck, brings her head to his shoulder, then clasps her hand and squeezes. 

    He doesn’t seem to want to let go either.

[maleyanderecafe]

Hi! I love your blog, have you ever read the beast must die? Kang moo seems to be a good Yandere. :D

This webcomic is about 80 chapters long so I hope for a bucket of teeth soon. To be honest I was never a fan of the old yaoi style, though I don't actually know why (I think it's because of the lips and the kind of horse face they usually have) and this webcomic's style is like that. I also found it kinda hard to tell the difference between characters a lot of the time because of the styles. In terms of story though, it was pretty enjoyable, though I got confused after around chapter 50 because the goal of the main character, Lee Gi-Rin was already fulfilled and I guess they had to shake off the police at some point? Anyways, I don't think Kang Moo is a yandere and I'll explain after the summary.

The story is about a guy named Lee Gi-Rin who is trying to get into an exclusive (but messed up) rich people club, however, the only way to get into the club is to become a partner of someone who is already in it. He's able to get a hold of one of the members, Kang Moo, and becomes his partner. During the initiation of the club, he has to be gang banged by all of the members, but instead, they are able to convince them to just have Kang Moo and Lee Gi-Rin have sex in front of everyone. We find out that Lee is trying to get into the club to find out who raped his sister. As it turns out, she was drugged by the members of this club and raped, and when she couldn't get them arrested because they're rich, she ended up committing suicide. After this act, the family started to break apart, so Lee took it upon himself to find the perpetrators and kill them for revenge. He goes to the party to find some more DNA samples to send to a police guy who is helping him (...he also sends semen from Kang Moo to see if he was one of the ones who raped his sister, which he isn't, but like I'd be pretty worried if I got semen samples for DNA tests instead of... you know, literally anything else) but ends up getting gang banged by the rest of the group. After sending some more semen for DNA testing (which now the police guy is worried, as he should be) we find out which of the members raped the sister. He soon gets roped into another part of the group's activities, something they call "hunting season" where in this case, Lee is the one being hunted and has to run around in his underwear in the middle of the woods and try not to get shot by these rich kids for two hours. During this commotion, he finds and injures the guy who raped his sister but doesn't have it in him to kill this man. Doesn't matter anyway, because someone else comes in to kill him with a knife, and it's pretty obvious Kang Moo because he uses a similar knife to cut down Lee from the tree later. We learn that Kang Moo is actually a high-functioning psychopath that has the lust for killing, however, as much as he tried to stop his bloodlust, it wasn't enough. Thus he tried to find a suitable reason that he would kill, and it just so happens that the revenge that Lee was going for would help him with this fact. He ends up framing some of the members, getting one of the members to shoot the other, and pushing the other off of a cliff, all while somehow continuing his romantic relationship with Lee. Lee, although not happy with all this killing, decides to go with it since he really, REALLY wants to have revenge for his sister.

The rest of the chapters are more or less trying to get the police off of their backs after the members of the club are killed. The two do end up succeeding and they end up running away together to live abroad. I think Kang Moo ends up being some sort of forensic student and sees a body of a girl who got strangled. He starts to regain some of his bloodlusts and the story ends with a sort of lingering feeling of Kang Moo might just snap if Lee isn't careful. It's sort of a cautious/bittersweet ending I guess.

In terms of the two relationships, Kang Moo kind of just tries to get Lee to fall in love with him using the suspension bridge effect. One of the reasons is because Kang Moo is somehow able to put aside his bloodlust when he has sex with Lee? I guess? The two do have a romantic relationship with each other, but a lot of the story is just sex, which honestly, was kind of annoying at some points because I just wanted to read the actual story and not the sex (this seems to be a problem with a lot of smut I read, honestly). Near the end, Lee kind of views himself as the "beast tamer" since he's the only one who can stop Kang Moo from going on a killing spree, for lack of a better term.

To why I don't believe Kang Moo is a yandere: a lot of the story revolves around Kang Moo's killings and Lee's revenge, and while they both help each other in this aspect (and are romantically in love), it kind of feels like they're just using each other to fulfill their goals (Lee using Kang Moo to kill the group members for revenge and Kang Moo using Lee's revenge as a way to kill). They seem to be bound to each other because of these actions, mostly because if either of them is caught or killed, the other is likely to get caught or killed as well (at least in my eyes) and also I guess because the power of yaoi somehow sex with each other stops Kang Moo from killing, at least a bit. I don't really view Kang Moo to be that possessive over Lee either, at least not in the romantic sense, and it feels more like they stay with each other because of the messed-up stuff they do. There's also the fact that Kang Moo is diagnosed with sociopathy (ASPD) within the story and does display a lot of its symptoms (attacking people, being generally charismatic, and being generally angry), and those with ASPD are usually regarded as people who cannot experience love, or at the very least, only truly love a few people. With the amount of sex these two seem to go through, it does kind of feel like the two are more or less using each other for pleasure at some points and not love. It's possible that Kang Moo does actually love Lee, but I don't think it's really much of a yandere love.

It's also possible that I might have skipped something important in the countless number of sex scenes I was trying to run through, but who knows.

[salandition]

10 and 126 with Raihan please 💖

A/N: i love writing these because I’ll look at the prompt list and then my eyes will bug out when I see what y’all chose. It’s very fun. ESPECIALLY for this one- my eyes got all big and I went “YEHHH” out loud. So that’s great lmao 

Prompt(s):  “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”/ "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying."

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You’ve known the Dragon-Type Gym Leader, Raihan, for a long time. He’s got quite a few different names, actually, which was pretty interesting. The Tamer of Dragons, The Dragon Lord (that one always made you snort), or even The Great Raihan. In a way, he kind of fits those names, but you just like to stick to ‘Raihan’, ‘Rai’, or ‘Daddy Long Legs’. 

He hates it when you call him that last one, so you make sure to use it often. 

You can easily call Raihan one of your best friends. Though time has a history of bad effects on some relationships, you don’t think that’s the case for you and Raihan; the more time you spent together, the more your friendship solidified and became reliable and comfortable. You didn’t ever get bored or tired of Raihan, and despite your first initial anxieties that he’d get that way towards you, he didn’t. So the two of you are best friends, though and through. 

And that’s exactly where your problem lies. 

Raihan is your best friend, so- you can say confidently that you know him pretty well. And you know that Raihan isn’t the most enthusiastic about relationships- deeper, romantic ones. He likes to indulge himself every so often, but whenever you talked about crushes or something like that with each other, he always seemed distant and reluctant about entering a serious relationship with another person. The only reason this created a sense of unease in your stomach is because- well- lately… You’ve found yourself liking him a bit more than you used to. 

You’re not sure when it happened. You just realized one day that maybe you stare at him for just a bit too long, maybe you’re just a bit too excited whenever the two of you are able to hang out, maybe you stay up with him a little too late on the phone when he calls. 

Realizing that perhaps you have a crush on Raihan- it created a fit of anxiety within you. Because falling in love with someone you’re so close with- when did that really ever turn out well? Sometimes it worked, if you were lucky, but you don’t really think the word ‘lucky’ describes you very well. And then there’s the fact that you’re keenly aware that Raihan is definitely not interested in you like that. 

Even if he was, you know he doesn’t like deep relationships- and you’re not sure how comfortable you are with being a fling or thrusted into a ‘benefits’ type situation. 

So, once you realize your feelings, you do your best to squash them before they have the opportunity to get even worse. You drill the fact that Raihan doesn’t like you and you can’t like Raihan deep into your skull; you remind yourself over and over that you aren’t in love with him and you’re just friends. 

And that’s fine. You’re happy to be his friend. That will always be the truth, regardless of the little hiccups along the way. 

Usually, though, hiccups don’t last this long, and they don’t hurt this badly. That’s something you’ve come to realize as time has passed. 

Because, hiccups- they’re temporary things. Unexpected bumps in your throat- and sure, sometimes they can hurt and leave a funky ache in your chest- but hiccups are supposed to go away after a quick glass of water or something like that. 

And this particular hiccup isn’t going away. So it’s probably time to stop calling it that. 

You’re not sure what to call it. Torture? That’s a bit too brutal. What about ‘agonizing, lovely, awful torture’? Still a bit dramatic. 

It’s a problem is what it is. You know what? It’s almost like a virus, actually. Because it started out as just a tiny problem- a little crush, and then it slowly spread throughout your body and created lots of other problems in it’s wake. Problems that are getting worse as time goes on. 

Things like how your body will tingle and ache when Raihan hugs you, how your face will burn when he compliments and teases you, how you don’t even know how to look at him correctly anymore without giving away that you’re slowly falling in love with him. Which wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with The Great Raihan, The Tamer of Dragons, The Dragon Lord. 

You were supposed to just be friends. So what happened to that? 

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You know Raihan is starting to suspect something is wrong with you. He has a way of accidentally clueing people in that he’s thinking about something or that he’s curious. It’s the little way he lifts his left eyebrow, his lip quirking up with it, and his head will tilt just a tiny bit. It’s a subtle tell. 

You kind of hate that you’ve stared at him long enough that you can recognize such meager things. But it helps you, regardless, because it lets you know when you’re being a bit too obvious and you should leave before he starts to ask you questions. 

Except you can’t really leave without giving him more questions right now; because you’re hanging out at his house, planning to spend the night as you drink together and watch movies, and if you left now, that wouldn’t be any good. He’d certainly grill you about it tomorrow, and you’re not sure if you’d be able to come up with a good enough lie as to why you ditched him. 

“So,” you clear your throat, trying to look away from his gaze on you as you lean on his kitchen counter, beer bottle in hand as it leaks wet condensation on your hand. “Tell me more about your challengers this year. Anyone catch your eye?” 

Raihan hums, lifting his own bottle to his lips and you definitely don’t watch as his throat moves when he takes a drink. “No one in particular yet,” He tells you. “I did hear one of the challengers really gave Melony a run for her money, though, which is pretty interesting. She’s a tough lady- I look forward to seeing who can battle so well against Ice Types, considering they’re one of my team’s weaknesses and all that.” 

You nod along as he speaks, and you try not to look bothered when he crosses the counter and leans on it, same as you- right in front of you, actually. Which would only make sense, considering you’re talking to each other- you want to look directly at the person you’re speaking to. But does he have to lean in so close? 

“That’s a good point,” you take another drink to distract yourself from his piercing eyes. Maybe it’s not really a good idea to drink with him in the first place, considering he already makes your stomach do pathetic flustered flips, but it’d be odd if you rejected it now. “Besides the frivolous chit-chat, as much as I love talking about your work- I want to see the movie you picked out.” 

“Of course,” Raihan grins, leaning off the counter and leading you into his living room. Not like you need to be led, considering you’re more than familiar with the layout of his apartment. “So, I know you hate horror,”

“Raihan,” you groan before he can even finish, and he laughs as he shows you the case of the movie.

“Okay, but we have to! It’s a classic, and it’s not that bad. It’s old, so the effects look shotty to begin with. You’ll be fine,” he assures you, but you doubt he’s being honest. He’s lied to you before to get you to watch horror films with him. You purse your lips, crossing your arms together, still holding your drink between your fingers at the rim. 

“You just want to see me scared.”

Raihan turns from you, putting the disk in the player, and you huff. “Maybe,” he singsongs, “you can cuddle into me and hide if it’s too much, don’t worry!” 

You fall against his couch and roll your eyes, trying not to let him see you blush as you lean against your hand. “In your dreams, long-legs.” 

“I like that better,” Raihan hums and sits next to you, said legs already taking up a lot of space as he crosses them. 

“Ah, sorry. Daddy long legs.” 

“I guess I deserve it if I’m making you watch this,” he huffs, and you smile. 

“Exactly.”

The movie starts, the two of you quieting your banter as the intro scene plays. But you’ve always been chatty during films, especially when it’s horror- talking helps ease your nerves as you groan loudly at the screen, and Raihan absolutely thrives off some of the comments you make, so it’s a good time overall. He also makes some jokes and crude comparisons to the things on screen that makes you laugh, so that’s nice, too. 

Despite your nerves and your growing affections for the man sitting beside you, you try to remember these moments. He’s your friend- your best friend. Even if he doesn’t love you like that…

You sneak a look at him during a particularly slow moment in the movie. His eyes are focused on the screen, face lit up blue from the screen, and he laughs at one of the jokes that’s made in the script. You quickly chuckle, turning away from him so he doesn’t catch on that you weren’t paying attention- and your stomach does that funky flip again. 

Even if he doesn’t love you like that, at least he loves you at all. You should be grateful for that. For what you have. 

Before you even realize it, the movie is over, which is surprising. Usually you can’t wait for the ending, but you were zoning out in your thoughts so much that you didn’t even realize the credits were rolling until Raihan leaned forward, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. It’s significantly darker in the living room without the light of the television, but you can still make out those blue eyes when he looks your way. 

“So,” he relaxes back on the couch, one of his hands grabbing at his knee and the other rests in his lap. “You’ve been weird.” 

You snort. “If you wanted to get my guard down for a talk about feelings, you should have chosen a better movie.” 

“Would it have mattered?” He raises an eyebrow. “You hardly even reacted to most of it.” 

You suppose you can’t argue with that. 

Raihan shrugs, sighing a bit through his nose as he turns his head away from you. For that, you’re glad, because he just looks too intense when he looks you in the eye. “Figured I’d give you an opportunity, since you’re not bringing it up yourself. Don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” 

You frown. You’re still holding your beer bottle, now empty, and you place it on the floor before you lift your feet up on the couch and criss cross. “It’s not a very big deal, Rai,” you tell him softly. “Honest.” 

“Doesn’t matter if it’s a big deal,” Raihan looks back at you, “we’re mates, right? Doesn’t have to be a big deal for you to tell me.” 

There’s little room to argue with that. He’s right, and you know that, but this is different. Your shoulders drop as you purse your lips. “I don’t want to bother you with this,” you say, and Raihan just laughs through his nose. 

“You once called me in the middle of the night because you felt something weird on your bum and you acted like it was the end of the world because you had bum-cancer.” 

Without even thinking, you grab a pillow on the couch and you hurl it at him full strength. “That was a valid concern! And I told you that you’re not allowed to bring it up ever again!” 

Raihan barks out a laugh, giggling like a child as he grabs the pillow you threw at him and he tosses it back. You smack it on the floor, making him laugh harder. 

“My point is, we’ve been close, yeah?” He says once the giggles finally end, and he smiles at you so genuinely that you have to look away. He notices. “That’s it. You keep doing that. Why?” 

“Doing what?” Acting dumb. Grade A plan, sure to work. 

Though you can’t see it, you can hear how he rolls his eyes based on his tone. “You keep acting distant. Looking away from me like I’ll jump you or something.” 

That’s funny. You actually want him to jump you, but, you know. In the cute, kissy way. 

Why’d you think that? Shut up. You shake your head, as if that will shake away the thoughts as well. “It’s not that,” you tell him. There’s a dread building up in your chest once you do- because you know where this conversation is going. 

Raihan is nice and respectful of your boundaries, and he’d never make you tell him something you’re not comfortable sharing. The issue is that he’s too nice, and it makes you want to tell him that much more. Because he deserves to know, right? 

There’s really only a few ways that this conversation would go. You know- you know that the next thing he’ll say is going to be something like ‘then what is it?’ 

“Then what is it?” He asks, and you curse yourself. You knew it would be a bad idea to hang out. 

You finally look at him again, biting your cheek as your eyebrows furrow. “Raihan,” you shake your head again. “I can’t.” Your voice is soft- a whisper, at best. 

Truthfully, you didn’t notice how your hands began to tremble in your lap- but Raihan did. His lips tug into a frown. 

“Why?” 

You huff, and he shrugs. 

Maybe you should rip off the bandaid and get it over with. If Raihan has figured out that something’s been bothering you, and if you leave the conversation tonight without telling him what it is, you know he’s going to pry it out of you eventually. It’s only a matter of time, now. 

“You really wanna know, Raihan?” You hold your hands in your lap, trying to get them to stop shaking, and Raihan nods. All right, you think with a deep breath, this is it. Time to tell him and have the awkwardest rejection of your life.

You don’t have the guts to look at him, so you look up at the dark ceiling, and honestly, your eyes are already burning. And you’re definitely not going to cry. Despite that, you sniff, and your voice leaves you shakily, “I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” 

It’s quiet, and a rush of anxiety courses through you again. You stutter and stumble as you try to explain yourself. “I- We’ve been friends for so long. And- and I’m not- not interested in ruining that. I don’t want to ruin our relationship. Because- well, because I love you,” you laugh, “and I- I don’t want to ruin it by getting all weird and reading into things. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, either.”

Finally, you lower your head and let it hang as you sniff again and lift a hand to run through your hair, ruffling through it harshly. Come on, you think, get it together. 

It takes a lot of courage to look at him- and you honestly don’t have the courage, so you basically just turn your face his way and then stare at the couch cushions instead. “...Sorry,” you apologize weakly, though you’re not sure why. 

From your peripherals, you see him uncross his legs, his body leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He sighs, which doesn’t really make you feel good as you quickly look to the floor instead, even further away from his eyes. “You don’t need to be sorry about that. Not like you can control your feelings,” Raihan finally speaks. “That would just be silly.” 

You shrug. 

“I guess I can understand why you didn’t want to tell me,” He continues, his hands coming together and rubbing before he entwines his fingers, cracking his knuckles with a swift movement. “Would you like to hear something funny?” 

Your eyebrows furrow, suspicious. “...Sure.” 

“Well, it’s funny for you, maybe, but it’s been annoying for me,” Raihan chuckles. “It really is. Cause the thing is, I think about you all the time. So much that it bugs me. It’s distracting, too, cause you really shouldn’t be popping up in my thoughts the way you do when I’m trying to ride on Flygon. That’s just dangerous.” You finally lift your eyes to meet his, and he shrugs with a smile when you do, his pointy tooth looking odd when his face is so soft and bashful. “You do anyways.” 

You squint. 

Raihan rests his face in his palm, laughing gently under his breath. You’re both in a weird staring contest, as if it’s a test of wits. He reaches forward as you stare, and before you realize what he’s doing, he flicks your nose. 

You jolt back in shock. “Hey!” 

Raihan just laughs, his nose scrunching up and his eyes squinting as he chuckles. “What I’m saying is, I think you’re not alone with your feelings. Either I’m a creeper for thinking of you so often, or I love you, too.” He raises his brow. “You pick which one sounds more appealing to you.” 

“Don’t joke around, Raihan,” you can’t help but sigh as you rub your nose. 

“Sorry,” surprisingly, he apologizes. Which is odd, catching you off guard as he finally looks away from you. “I’m not real good at this, either.” 

“Raihan...” You softly call his name, and he purses his lips. There’s no other way to describe his demeanor other than ‘shy’, which is never a word you’d think you would use to describe him. 

“The feeling is mutual, is what I’m saying.” 

You almost want to laugh. “What happened to not liking serious relationships? Would- do you still feel that way?” You can’t help but ask him. Just because- wow- maybe he loves you, doesn’t mean that’s changed. 

“Well, I’ve never loved anybody before.” Raihan lifts a hand, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he finally stops slouching over his knees and straightens his posture. “But if you’d be into it...” He trails off. 

...Hm. Slowly, your hand reaches forward, and you grab Raihan’s as gently as you can. It makes your heart speed up a bit, and Raihan’s eyes snap toward you when you do- but you smile. “We can go slow. See what happens. If it doesn’t work for you- I’m still going to love you.” You tell him, honesty in your tone. “I can’t expect you to be the world’s best boyfriend if you’ve never even thought about being one before.” 

“I’ve thought about it sometimes,” he mumbles, and his hand is absurdly long in yours- you notice it even more when he fumbles with how small you are before squeezing your palm. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” 

“Yeah,” you nod at him. Surprisingly, you’re honest- you feel sure of yourself. “You’re my best friend, Raihan. You’ll always be my best friend, no matter what happens.” 

Slowly, he smiles back, and it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. In the back of your mind, you realize that Raihan is actually a sweetheart, and you wonder how he’d react if you added that to his long list of nicknames. 

Perhaps you’ll try it out. 

[adragonhoardingstories]

Of Blood and Bonds - Chapter 4

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"Colin this is Marinette, my sister, Marinette this is Colin." Damian introduced the redhead who seemed a bit bewildered but he recovered quickly. 

"Pleased to meet you ma'am. I didn't know that Damian had another sibling."

"Well neither did he before yesterday." Marinette laughed good-naturedly. "So you're his best friend." 

"Yep!" Damian didn't refute the statement. 

"So Miss Marinette where are you from?" 

"Just Marinette is fine Colin." 

"Bu-"

"Miss makes me feel old, you don't want that now, do you?" The boy looked scandalised. "I'm only about two years older than Damian anyways so if you want to call me by a nickname, that's fine too."

The boy grinned shyly. "Okay Marinette."

Damian looked distinctly surprised. "Well done, he still calls the others Mr, they are going to be annoyed by this development."

"Oh Damian." Marinette turned on her heels and winked at them, eyes full of mischief. "This is nothing. I got Alfred to  call me by just my first name?" 

Now, both boys looked very impressed but still disbelieving. "I'll believe it when I see it." The redhead claimed. Marinette laughed but said nothing more on the matter.

"So where are you bringing me?" 

"The Gotham's Botanical Garden. I think you'll enjoy it. However, I must warn you to stay clear of anything that may anger Poison Ivy. "

She took it in stride. "Of course, I'll ask before I do anything." 

"It'll be so fun. People don't talk about it because of Ivy but the gardens are so beautiful." Colin started ranting and Marinette hid a smile at the fond expression on her little brother's face. If one didn't know what to be looking for, they would miss it but Marinette had become very very attuned to emotions, especially after she gained the Miraculous and became Guardian. 

"-attract so many different kinds of butterflies."

"Huh." Marinette mused. "It'll be nice seeing some actual butterflies and not akumas for once."

"You mentioned akumas before too." Damian interrupted. "What are they?"

She seemed a little surprised. "Do you - do you really have no idea of what's going on in Paris?" 

Both of the boys shook their head. Even Colin looked curious now. 

"It's pretty surreal but, when I was twelve, this guy surfaced. He calls himself Hawkmoth. He sends out these magic butterflies called akumas to anyone who's experiencing any negative emotion to possess them. He makes a deal with the victims to give them powers for them to be able to take revenge upon whatever wrong happened to them and return he asks for the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Who?" Colin interrupted and Marinette blinked. She had sounded so...old, so burdened as she spoke - so different from the bubbly macaroon making girl that Damian had learnt to know. 

"Right, context. After his first akuma, two heroes surfaced in Paris too. They're powered by the Miraculous too. Hawkmoth wants Ladybug's earrings and Chat Noir's ring. No one knows why exactly and well we're not interested to find out. More power in that madman's hands can only cause harm." 

"You mean to say." Damian's voice was flat. "That there has been a sociopathic terrorist in Paris for five years and no one knows of it. Why didn't the mayor call for the Justice League?"

Marinette's face darkened. It almost made both if the boys shudder and take a step back. 

"Oh but we did. More than once, more than ten times in fact. We only stopped whenthe Leaguers asked us to stop wasting their time with pranks."

"What?" Damian exploded. "They just disregarded all the damage that must have been caused, all the phone calls. They didn't even look into it."

Marinette placed a hand in his shoulder, urging her aura to seek his and calm him down. "The thing is one of Ladybug's powers is the Miraculous Cure. It fixes all the damage caused in the midst of battle."

"All the damage?" Even Damian didn't seem to believe it at that point. 

"I know it seems too good to be true." She fished out her phone and tried to look for a video. "And we understood that but everyone in Paris is pissed that they didn't even bother come verify our so called claims. I mean for God's sake, they have aliens, shapeshifters, magicians and even guys who are themselves powered by magical jewelry if I'm not wrong." 

Marinette huffed as she found a video. It was one of the first ones from the Ladyblog, when Alya was still a reliable reporter. She played the video. It was of The Mime and it showed how he cut the Eiffel Tower in two as well as the Miraculous Cure taking effect. 

The boys especially Damian seemed horrified and Marinette felt a little of guilt for subjecting them to that. 

But then Damian looked up at her and his lazarus green eyes of reminded her that he probably had seen worse. 

"That's…" He didn't seemed to know what to say. 

"Terrifying." Colin said. "Are they all really that strong?" Marinette winced, debating whether to tell them the truth of not. 

Damian seemed to sense that. "You can tell us." He prompted and she sighed, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"That's actually one of the tamer villians." She admitted. "The Mime appeared during the first year of Hawkmoth's reign of terror. One of the worst akumas back then that come to mind is Syren. She flooded the entirety of Paris, about three quarter of the population died and were brought back by the cure." She took another look at them and decided that she wasn't going to be the cause of their further trauma. 

"Hey, this is it, right?" She promptly changed the subject, knowing very well that she hadn't been subtle at all. "Gotham Botanical Gardens." She beamed down at them. 

"Wow, it's beautiful." She took a moment to appreciate the sight. "Hey you're right, there's a lot of butterflies. Can we go there first?" She was basically bouncing as she turned to look at her brother and his best friend. 

Colin looked gleeful while Damian seemed just amused. "You act like a child." Her brother informed her. She stuck out her tongue at him. "And you speak like an old man but you don't see me complaining." 

"Fair enough." He chuckled. "What are you waiting for? Let's go then."

He couldn't help the full-blown smile appearing on his face as both his sister and his best friend literally ran to the butterflies and started gushing together. 

He started to make his way to them when someone appeared in front of him blocking his view. His usual scowl and glare were back on his face when he looked up. The boy seemed to recoil slightly at his look but it didn't deter him more that that. 

"I don't know who you are." His tone clearly gave away that he felt like he was the one in power here. Damian cursed the time when he used to act like that. He had learnt that lesson the hard way - had learnt not to underestimate an enemy. "But you're gonna stay away from my princess. She doesn't need children like you around." 

Damian took a second to analyze him. Blond Hair. Green eyes. He remembered  reading those as Marinette's triggers during his research. He had to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out to his weapons.

"She can decide that for himself." He said instead and went to walk around him but the boy grabbed his shoulder. 

The next thing he knew he was standing behind his sister. "Adrien." She cut in smoothly. "I didn't expect to see you here, especially not without your bodyguard." Damian could see that she was tense, her back muscles were coiled as if she was ready for a fight. 

"Princess." He was beaming. "I snuck out." He said almost proudly. "We need to talk."

"Gotham isn't Paris." Her words seemed more like a warning rather than the facts they were which the blond idiot obviously didn't catch on. "And I want nothing to do with you, haven't for  three years. I owe you nothing. Give up."

That was a clear dismissal if Damian knew one. "Princess you need to listen to me-" He reached out to grab her hand but was cut off.

The younger boy had seen her lurking but she hadn't seemed a threat so he didn't know whether he was thankful or not that she had jumped in. 

Ivy spoke "The girl asked you to go away." Thankful, he finally decided.

The boy looked a little nervous - so he did have some braincells. "Ma'am, respectfully, this does not concern you." Well not enough it seemed. 

"Oh well, respectfully." Her plants towered behind them. "I don't give a damn. Stay away from them."

The plants grabbed him and threw him just outside the park boundaries. It seemed a little tame for the likes of Ivy but then again she always did go softer for children even if they were brats.

Damian watched as the boy scrambled back to his feet and glared in their direction before he stomped off. 

"Damian." His sister was clearly fretting over him, he would never admit it but it felt good, he felt loved. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I'm alright, I'm alright. I told you, I can take care of myself." 

She smiled, soft and relieved. "I don't doubt it but promise me if you see either him or Lila from yesterday, you need go the other way."

"Why?" He frowned. He had a doubt on blondie but what about that Lila girl? 

"And by Lila, do you mean the sausage haired girl?"

His sister cracked a grin at that thought she was still serious. "Yeah her."

"Why?" He repeated and she became grim at once. "Because he's sick in the head and she's a psychopath so please, promise me." She met his eyes and really, faced to that did Damian have any other choice but to accept?

She beamed at him as Colin approached them. "That was so cool. Are you okay Dames?" He turned to talk to his best friend and gave him a once over before nodding. 

"Thank you for stepping in." He heard his sister and turned around. Ivy may be one of the villains-turned-anti-hero but it didn't mean that people didn't need to be wary around her. What was Marinette thinking?

"Boys like him need to be taught a lesson before it's too late." Damian's mind immediately went to Harley's and Joker's relationship. 

"I don't think a lesson would do him any kind of good at this point but thank you." 

It was very apparent that her words made Ivy re-evaluate her. 

The woman gave a nod. "Don't mention it." She said nothing else but didn't move away. 

Marinette smiled. "By the way, I love that flower in your hair. That's a lily right?" 

"Yes." She said slowly but the spark in her eye showed that she was now interested. "You know flowers?" 

"I have a garden of my own." Marinette revealed. "I tried growing some lilies but they're no where as beautiful as this one." Marinette fished for her phone again and started showing her images. The older woman didn't say anything but Damian could see that she was interested and she seemed almost pleased.

Deeming it safe for now, he slowly turned to Colin who was staring at the scene with amazement. 

"Colin." His friend turned to him wide-eyed, "Your sister is amazing." 

He couldn't help but feel smug at the words. "Obviously." He said but then lowered his voice. "Tell me, how did she get to me so fast when she was watching butterflies with you." 

Colin sobered up at that. "She was talking to me when suddenly she just snapped her head up to look at you. I think that's when the boy came. She told me to stay there and started walking towards you. The thing is when the guy touched you, she was about half-way there, I didn't register but the next thing I knew she was standing between you and the blond." He shook his head. "There's something about her…it's not necessarily bad but she's just...different…special."

"I know what you mean." Damian agreed.

~

"-and then she spoke with Poison Ivy for one hour straight about plants and gardening. Ivy even gave us a personal tour of the botanical gardens." 

"Seriously? She usually takes forever to warm up to someone especially if the other sirens aren't with her."

"Marinette seems to be the exception." The youngest Wayne said as he but into another macaroon. Once again, he had been ambushed on his return home - this time however, it was only his brothers and that had demanded he tell them all about her. 

His felt his phone vibrate and knew it was the message he was awaiting. "She's busy during the day." He informed his brothers. "But she invited us for dinner."

His brothers looked at each other and grinned. Tommorow looked promising.

[razieltwelve]

Five Unexpected Jobs Averia Has Had

Averia is probably best known as a huntress and tyrant, but she has had some rather unexpected jobs over the years:

Game tester. Do you want to put your game to the test? Ask Averia to optimise and see if she can break it in half. Yeah. Diana has also recruited Averia to play test decks she’s designed in Gary: The Befriending to optimise her lines of play.

Babysitter. Averia is actually a very good babysitter. Years of helping to keep Diana alive have ensured that she can handle basically anything. Should a more serious threat emerge, she can also just murder it. While she was at Beacon, she was the babysitter of choice for members of the faculty.

Chess tutor. Chess is very popular in Remnant, and although Averia is banned from playing professionally, she is nevertheless acknowledged as arguably the strongest chess player in the world, even without her Semblance. As such, she has occasionally taken on students. She has also tutored people in the Game that the Dia invented (imagine a bizarre multi-dimensional version of chess and go combined).

Weed exterminator. Despite her ability to kill plants being annoying and frustrating, she has also put it to good use as a weed exterminator. Vanille has yet to understand how it works, but herbicides and other plant-killing methods seem to be at least 200% more effective than they should be when Averia uses them.

Chauffeur. Can drive a car like a professional? Check. Looks absolutely fantastic in a suit? Check. Yes, Averia has, on occasion, acted as a chauffeur. Funnily enough, Averia as a chauffeur is also one of Elsa’s favourite scenarios. She’s particularly fond of the driving gloves Averia wears.

As an aside, Averia is also a qualified snake wrangler, chocobo trainer, true salamander keeper, goose tamer, and a whole heap of other stuff. Much like Lightning, she’s basically good at anything she tries, and thanks to her motley crew of relatives/friends, she ends up trying a lot of different things.