#we all broke so help a fellow broke bitch out

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ೀ⋆OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE ━━ seishiro nagi + coercion !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. seishiro nagi + coercion. there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…(5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, strangers to lovers (?), teaching assistant/student relationship, dom/sub dynamics, some switching, reader is lifted up by nagi, coercion, dubcon, handjobs, virginity loss, cherry chasing, oral fixation, mind break, praise kink, creampies, soft sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, TA!reader, elle woods!nagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. happy halloween my loves! i hope you enjoy the final kinktober fic! its been super fun writing and editing for you all. stay tuned for the bonus in the coming weeks <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ���

this law school thing wasn’t all what it cracked up to be. 

after the love of his life, reo mikage, had broken up with him for someone smarter, blander and richer than him — nagi had been blessed with the genius idea of following his ex all the way to one of the top law schools in the world. the plan was practically fool proof, the guys at his sorority worked hard to help seishiro study — pulling all nighters for practice tests and rewarding him with naps every time he had gotten a question right. 

rin itoshi had even convinced his parents to reach out to a hollywood director so that they could film nagi’s audition tape. it obviously featured isagi and bachira too. nagi had even worn his best designer swim trunks to impress the board of admissions. they’d all been super supportive of the light haired male in his endeavours and were there when he passed his LSAT exam

with all of this combined, he had managed to get in in — if that wasn’t enough for reo, then what was?

the answer? nothing.

reo still wanted that bland, basic bitch his family was marrying him off to. she was sensible, she was rich and seishiro quickly realised that he had only ever been a bit of ditzy fun to reo — a dumb blonde to stick his dick into whenever the time felt right. eye candy and nothing more. balancing his shattering hard with the complexities of law school had been tough for the white haired male and everything seemed to be going wrong. no one would study with him, reo wouldn’t even look at him and his friends back home were busy with the wedding plans nagi so desperately wished he had. 

however, that’s when you came along. 

after having the epiphany that he didn’t need reo to succeed — nagi knuckles down and studied hard for the law firm internship being offered amongst his cohort. he was relieved to have you as a teaching assistant in the process, not only were you absolutely gorgeous but you were compassionate and empathetic. you were smart, eloquent and everything seishiro wished he could be for his ex.

perhaps that’s what drew him to you, why he followed your every word like a puppy drooling after a treat. you’d been kind to nagi for the entire semester, from helping him out with studying for the internship right down to today, where he would be taking on his very first case in a court of law. it should have been easy, the facts were simple too. the client and fellow fraternity brother  (shidou ryousei) was accused of and arrested for the murder of his wife… but something about the events weren’t seeming to add up. nagi couldn’t come up with an alibi either. 

it was as if the words; the reasonings, the justification for shidou’s freedom were right in front of grey-scale eyes, only scrambled up like morse code. “how about we take a break?” as if you were a vision from his dreams or an angel from up above, you appear behind nagi’s tall frame as he slumps defeatedly against the hotel room desk — your hands fixing themselves to his broad shoulders for a massage. “you’ve been at this all night, seishiro.”

the law student swears your touch could heal all human ailments, the warmth of your palms seeping into the tense parts of his muscles like a cell performing diffusion — relaxation forming a comfortable fog over his brain. “i know shidou didn’t do it,” nagi defends with a grumpy pout, leaning back into you so that his head rests lazily against your stomach. “he told me… he said he was getting liposuction.” 

“we’ll need evidence of that,” you note, jerking your head to the side so that nagi can write it down. this entire time you’d been such a good mentor. “good boy.” something clicks in the light-haired male’s brain, a crackle of electricity shooting down his spine at your praise — swirling around in his guts as if to activate arousal.  “run me through the witness statements again.” there’s a sensual lilt to the tone of your voice and your touch cascades from his shoulders up to his neck like a backwards flowing waterfall.

seishiro isn’t sure if he’s making things up or reading the signs correctly — but he knows that there’s some kind of tension bubbling in the air. particles that resemble an aphrodisiac using kinetic energy to collide together, painting the room with lustful colours. “shidou’s step daughter says she heard a gunshot around 2:15pm after leaving the shower, walkin’ downstairs only to find shidou hangin’ over his wife’s body — covered in blood. ugh, this is too much hassle. this doesn’t make any sense!” he tosses an annoyed sigh into quietness of the room, moaning in surprise when you cup the base of nagi’s neck to pull his head up to face you and your eyes meet.

“you need a break seishiro, we can come back to this later,” you hum, the vibrations of your voice laced with sex appeal. as he swallows thickly, the law student’s Adam’s apple bobs under the pressure of your fairy-light grip on his throat — anticipating more from you. at this point, you’re half bent over him as he leans back in the chair, pink tongue slowly darting out to cover your lips in a spit shine. “how about it?” 

this feels so wrong. nagi’s cock stirring beneath his slacks at how good and kind you’re acting towards him. no one has ever gotten him this hot before — no one aside from reo. and you were still his teacher, by technicality, it would be wrong for nagi to even consider sucking your tongue down his throat. and yet, he can’t find it in himself to stop the temperature from rising between you, for falling into your dangerously salacious trap. 

“y-yeah,” he breathes deep when you squeeze his throat a little to test the waters. “i could do with a break.” 

“me too,” you gasp all too agreeably, bending the rest of the way down to capture seishiro’s lips in a searingly hot kiss. just as he wished you pry his mouth open with the tip of your curious tongue — pushing through his plush lips and curling around his own pink appendage. the lip lock is passionate, ravenous despite the mess and spit that you exchange. he chases your lips until he can’t breathe, sloppily accepting anything you give him, letting you lead where he can’t. 

he’s never done this before, not like this, not without reo. but in this moment, the silver-blonde doesn’t think he could ever go back to making out with his ex. not now that you’re the one kissing him. 

“i-i've never done any of this before.” the blonde gulps, swallowing down the copious amount of spit that builds on the palette of his tongue — looking into your eyes as a sense of hunger dawns on him, as if you’re the very meal he’s set to devour. “not without anyone that wasn’t—“

reo. 

sure they’d done stuff together. naughty touches here and there, hands ghosting over boxer briefs and fingers tweaking nipples (sei’s were especially sensitive because of the cute little piercings his ex insisted he get) — but nothing close to actual sex, nothing with a girl, nothing with someone like you. a burning heat, unlike anything nagi’s ever felt before, begins to brew in his lower stomach. his cock rises beneath his pants that suddenly feel all too tight.

nagi’s girth twitches against his thigh as your nails rake their way down his chest and slowly pop open the buttons of his crisply pressed white shirt. it heaves beneath his clothes — heart hammering against its calcium cage of his ribs. 

“i can tell, pretty boy.” you soothe him by purring into the shell of his ear, teeth tugging at the softness of his lobe. “but you’re a good kisser though. did reo teach you that?” your lips cascade down to his neck like a gentle flowing river at the same time that your hands delve below the belt to squeeze at seishiro’s swelling erection — testing the waters. 

his hips instinctively buck up into the warmth of your palm and a grin spreads across your plush lips at the feeling of his precum soaking his underwater and smearing across your fingers in thick, clingy webs. 

white and seedy and he’s nowhere close to cumming. almost like a little virgin. 

“have you ever done this before, seishiro?” 

the sound of his name, salaciously spelt out on his tongue, earns you a high pitched whine from nagi — his head rolling to the side and his thighs squeezing together with vicious need. “n-no,” he pauses before he grunts out a response and his entire body seizes as you take a firmer grip on his cock — jamming a thumb into his leaky slit to spread his arousal. “but i wanted to i just… reo said not until marriage—“

“— you don’t have to listen to reo anymore.” you announce breathily, setting a steady pace to your fist to jerk him off with. you’ve barely started and yet your hand is already glossed in a slight sheen of pre, soiling your knuckles from its viscousness. it’s so much for someone who’s never gone father than sloppy kisses and grinding while making out. it nurtures a certain seed of satisfaction in your chest to see him so messy so fast. “you can listen to me, sweet boy. do you want this… do you want it with me?” 

without letting go of the fat, drippy cock within your grasp — you shift to stand between the desk and nagi’s chair, shoving papers and court notes to the ground in your lustful haze. nagi thrusts lazily into your closed fist as if it’s instinct, following the sensation like a moth takes to a candle light. his grey eyes grow murky like a pond, swimming with desire for you and only you.

who was reo mikage to seishiro nagi? when there was an angel like you willing to feed this inexperienced man morsels of a heavenly pleasure he’s never felt before. the lawyer in training nods at your words like an eager man fallen to siren’s song as bait. “i want you,” he whimpers airily. “i wanna with you.” 

you rub down his thick, lengthy dick far enough to have your fingertips briefly brush against seishiro’s sensitive, weightly balls — just pulsing full of seed to give to you. the feeling makes nagi jump up from his seat so that he immediately towers over you. his height doesn’t overwhelm you, not when the towering blonde collapses onto you with a case of the shakes. he trembles above you, supporting himself by using one hand on the table while is mouth sloppily finds your neck to suck on and pacify himself.

“good boy, sei,” you coo, voice as sweet as hot sugar or candy. “i want you too. i always have. you’re such a pure, darling boy. glad to see that it’s true.” your praise is hidden in your soft moans as seishiro licks at the crystalline salt on your bare skin. you’re a little too twisted, taking advantage of his inexperience and his position beneath you as a student, but neither of you seem to care in this very moment. 

sweat beads against nagi’s hairline like diamonds on an expensive Chanel necklace and roses bloom across his cheeks with exertion — his hips rise and fall into your sticky fist in fluid motions, changing the steady stream of ecstasy you provide him. your hand is a solace for his aching cock, but you still make your student work for it. make nagi chase you since he only works hard for the things he wants. and right now, he wants to reach the end of the tight rope of pleasure you have him walking on. and to stave off the stormy frustration he feels from the case.

your hand wriggles it’s way into his wet silver locks, dragging nagi’s hungry mouth over yours since he’s so desperate to taste you, to have at you. it shows in the way he roughly grabs your hips too, grip so tight it threatens to leave bruises he’ll have to apologise for later. “ngh… please. g-god. miss…a-angel please,” he stutters, his bucking into your hand faster and harder, back and forth, back and forth through the tight ring of your fist. his bright and angry red cockhead peeks through the other side, glazed in opaque white — it’s a nice feeling, blistering hot and sensitive. “i…hah… gotta—“

nagi’s lashes flutter against your cheek — a strained whine reverbing in the base of his throat while you let him fuck your hands to his heart’s content, let him chase this new pleasure he’s never known. let him fall from the high heavens with blackened and burnt angel’s wings. you make him sin, for the first time ever. something about this should feel off to nagi, his law teacher taking advantage of him like this — but at this point, he’s too far gone, drowning in a hellfire of lust. 

mocking his moans, your mouth falls open in one of your own as you follow along with the pitiful expressions crossing the contours of seishirou’s face. “what is it, sei? what do you need?”

the room is too hot. your bodies against each other are temperate in the sex tainted air — accompanied by wet slapping sounds from your hand around his throbbing cock. “n-need to let go. it h-hurts,” he sniffles out, forcing his tongue into your mouth again to calm himself down. the more you speed up, remorselessly jerking him off, the closer nagi gets to the end of his own tether. this sensation is unfamiliar, the crumbling foundation of his orgasm coming crashing down as you fling droplets of his precum and arousal about the place — some of it landing on your clothes, the desk and discarded papers. 

again, neither of you care. 

“surrender to me baby, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” guiding the pale blonde through his first ever orgasm, you pour your heated words into his slobbering mouth — tongue running over his pearly white teeth and tangling with his drool coated tongue. that’s all sei needs to hear before he crumples against you with a shout — the first wave of his high crashing over him and pulling him under. 

it’s world shattering, brain melting as he cums. his abdomen contracts under your never-ending touch, ropes of hot white dribbling from his stimulated tip like a tap that keeps running. nagi swears he almost blacks out, falling dizzy and victim to your lustful charms as he twitches and cums and cums into your soiled palm. 

“f-fuck,” a soft whimper bubbles up on his raw bitten lips, stuttered out in suprise. “w-what was that?” 

“you orgasmed for me, sei, so pretty baby.” comes another set of your gentle praises. he feels his entire body wrack with a shakes at your words, his cock doesn’t dare to soften either. “you look so good when you cum.” 

his greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull when you let him go, his tip slapping against his clothed tummy. the brush of his cotton shirt against the slit on his tip makes him writhe from the sensitivity. “c-can i cum for you again? promise i’ll keep being good.” 

“of course,” you grin, proud that to have corrupted the poor boy. “are you okay to let me touch you again or do you want it now?” 

“touch me. now.” he growls, gripping your hand and guiding it towards his dribbling shaft, aiding the movement of your palm around him to start slow and lazy — working seishiro up into a heat once more. this time, the way your hand languidly jerks him off is made smooth by the evidence of his last orgasm, which you now use as lube. if you weren’t pressed for time and with a court case first thing tomorrow, you would have gotten onto your knees to clean up his copious amounts of mess. 

you quickly reduce him to a babbling mess against you, drool laden on his tongue and dripping onto his skin as you drive your thumb over nagi’s hot tip in tight circles with your free hand — touching what doesn’t fit in the other. “reo treated you so badly, poor baby,” you mewl sweetly, kitten licking at his pulse point just below his neck. “you work so hard, you deserve so much better. you deserve me.” 

he believes you, blindly and naively. nodding tenderly despite the way he widely fucks both of your hands as if they’re a makeshift hole — warm and slick, all for him. dopamine shocks him at the stem of his brain, spreading throughout his body like a wildfire only you can tame — it burns so good and  feels even better to have your dainty, perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his chubby girth so deliciously.

for a moment, you let seishiro go to squeeze at his heavy breeder’s balls — noticing the way they pulsate in your palm to signify the pale blonde’s second impending orgasm. “i think…hah… i think ‘m gonna… c-cum! again!”

pushing at his shirt, you press a kiss to the creamy skin of nagi’s shoulder and hum pridefully. “thank you for letting me know, sweetheart. cum for me. give it to me.”

with your permission granted, another blinding ecstasy takes over nagi, and he falls victim to you and your merciless hands once again. blood rushes through his ears like a storm surge, drowning at your angel coos while you guide him through his high, never letting up as you palm him through it all. he quivers and his knees buckle, shooting a hot and hefty load of seed all over your hand and clothes and the papers nearby.  “o-oh! fuck…” nagi chokes on a weak sob, bleating like an innocent lamb at the slaughter house while he weighed against your shorter frame — allowing you to bare the brunt of his weight and height. 

he’s so pretty when he cums, silvering blonde locks matted to his forehead by sweat — cheeks pink and lips swollen and red. if you could, you’d swallow him whole and selfishly devour your student for all that he has to offer. silly little blonde, stupid for trusting you, for wanting to fuck you.

your hand doesn’t slow around his pulsing cock but instead speeds up, digging your thumb into his oozing slit as arousal pearls at its centre once more. “n-no, s’too much.” seishiro cries quietly, tears stinging a pathway down the apples of his milky cheeks. “it hurts.” 

“poor you, poor baby.” you say harshly, mocking the poor blonde’s sniffles and hiccups. he’s exhausted and frustrated but doesn’t dare to pull away — his hips running after your hand hungrily. “you’re so cute sei, panting for me like a bitch in heat, fucking my hand like the dumb little blonde you are.” he hisses at the overstimulation, gargles on spit as it floods his mouth to accompany his appetite for you. 

“i’m not…ngh… ‘m not dumb.” he whinges in response and before either of you know it, seishiro is cumming again. hard. soiling his lap with abundant amounts of white. his chest heaves as he comes down, collapsing against you. he might deny it later, but being dumbed down and reduced to a stupid blonde seemed to really do it for him. 

finding his lips again, you soothe nagi with short and sweet kisses that grow more feverish by his own demand. all of a sudden you find yourself pinned to the desk below with the tall blonde between your instinctually parted legs so that he can grind against your panty clad core. “you’re…you’re right,” you say, breathing deep through your nose as your composure threatens to fall apart. “you’re so smart, sei. you’re the best lawyer on our team but…” bucking your hips once, you lower your voice by an octave so that your words slip through his ears like molten chocolate. “you’re acting like a dumb slut right now. don’t you wanna be my dumb slut, sei?”

his palm flattens against the mahogany desk just above your head, caging you in against its cold surface. “y-yes i do, oh fuck. please lemme fuck you. lemme be inside. i’ll be good.” 

“are you sure, baby?” 

“please—“ 

“but sei,” you brush a stray hair that curls at the centre of his forehead, the dumb blonde looking down at you with swimming grey eyes because he’s so needy. “it’d be your first time…” 

his face scrunches, nose crinkled at its bridge and brows knitted together in frustration. now that nagi’s had a taste of your sinful elixir he can’t seem to stop, you’re like a drug an addict can’t quit. something that could ruin his life or future prospects if he doesn’t get help. and yet he can’t look away, can’t pull his body away from yours and his achy dick from between your thighs — instead leaning closer so that it sinks between your plush pussy lips. 

nagi licks his lips, tongue rolling over his bottom one as he pants desperately. “please angel,” comes his broken beg, hanging pathetically in the sex tainted hair. “i need you. need it so bad. please please please— mph—!”

satisfied with his begging, you shove a set of cum soaked digits past the swell of seishiro’s pretty lips — chuckling darkly as his tongue laps over and in between them, and he whines at the salty taste of his arousal on your skin. “atta boy,” you coo, thrusting deep into the hot cavern of his mouth until the pale blonde gags around you, swallowing your fingers down like they’re a cock. he sucks so obediently, so desperately as if to please. like a good student too — and all the while, you work on kicking off your panties and flipping up your skirt so that he can get a nice rewarding view of your glistening cunt. 

“c’mere,” you reach out to the blonde and he leans into you, letting you wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place. “sei,” you gasp at the first contact of his thick, long shaft against your throbbing wet mound — mouth agape as if you’ve taken a gunshot wound to the chest. “do you know how to do this, smart boy? do you know how to fuck?”

nagi nods, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips jut forward on their own and his seedy tip brushes against your pearling clit so deliciously. at first, his movements are lax and the room is filled with the lewd squelches of your sexes moving over one another, but your breathing soon grows ragged and the salacious bump and grind becomes stickier and wetter. 

“u-uhuh.” he mumbles in response.

he’s so good for you even when his mouth is full and his mind is dazed, sucking on your fingers while he lets you overwhelm him. however, the blonde is only so well behaved and patient, and it’s not long before he slips his girth past the tight ring of your entrance without any warning. his fingertips dance up to your waist, grabbing at the fat there and using it as leverage to drag you to the edge of the table so he can sink into you further.

“oh…fucking hell!” you whimper wetly against the junction of nagi’s neck, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself while he sets the pace to your sinful dance. he’s bigger than what you expected (despite mapping his girth out with your hands), stretching your sloppy walls wide to accommodate for his size. you don’t complain, however, eyes rolling as he brushes up against pleasure spots you could never reach on your own. “o-oh baby, fuck me.” 

you pull your fingers out of his mouth with a lewd pop, desperate to hear the symphony of his sweet, low and sexy moans instead of having them muffled by your fingers while he fucks you for the first time. the pale blonde can hardly believe it — having your warmth wrapped around him and your cunt drool down on him like a waterfall. 

the law student throws his weight into fucking you, bullying his way into the deepest parts of your womb to slothfully fuck up your gooey insides. your cunt, your moans, your whole body has some kind of control over nagi — dumbing him down and reducing him to a sex crazed mess. to the point where he can’t even remember his ex’s name. he’s a mop of pale blonde hair and sweaty clothes, entirely hunched over you. 

“y-you’re so tight,” he tells you in a dreamy sigh, lost in the heat of your core. nagi’s grabs at your pudgy thighs and drags you back and forth onto his dick, the new deepness to his thrusts causing you to squeeze and froth around the fat base of nagi’s cock. “hah, feels so…so good.” 

wrapping your shaky legs around his slender waist, you offer up the same treatment to nagi — pulling him close to the point where he’s buried in your sluice sex right up to the hilt. his precum smears against your ribbed walls and his broken whimper echoes around your hotel room. “that’s it, fuck me like you fucked my hand, sweet boy.” lust sparks against your sex slicked bodies, your breasts bouncing with every one of nagi’s calculated yet sloppy thrusts. you can’t get enough of one another, clinging and clawing at one another’s bodies madly. “you can do it, prove to reo that you don’t need him. only me.” 

“o-only you.” nagi repeats weakly, tucking his face into your neck as he pounds you to the high heavens. the desk creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, threatening to break at the nails and bolts that hold it together. his eyelashes flutter against your skin, his low and deep moans mixed with high pitched gasps send a hot rush of dopamine across your brain and it really is all too much. 

nagi’s already cum three times and managed to fold you in half over his desk as a virgin. he feel as though he might break with how much he loves this, loves fucking you senseless. another fresh set of tears burn tracks down his face and gather in his unfairly long lashes as they tickle your skin. he hiccups and heaves against you, whilst his breathing grows ragged every time his glistening cock escapes the snugness of your tight pussy, precum stringing along your puffy folds. 

“so good baby, s-so fucking good!” your voice is broken and husky as you praise him, making his dick pulse against your g-spot over and over again. you’re fairing no better than he is, your skin blistering hot to the touch and bruised from how tight your student is gripping you — pulling you back onto his cock.

the pale blonde feels though he might burst, cream your insides like he did your hand and ruin that pretty skirt of yours — the one that sticks to his pelvis because of how close your bodies are. it’s rubbed him raw while he fucks you raw. “‘m i the best?” seishiro asks, cherishing the embrace of your viscous walls, his shaft coated in a crude mix of white as it froths from your tight little hole. “t-tell me i’m the best…” 

“t-the best i’ve ever had! f-fuck, sei!” you squeal in response, only egging the law student on, babbling your praises while fat droplets of your arousal flies about the place — painting nagi’s pelvis in a shiny gloss, curling in his white happy trail as well. 

“‘m the best. i’m the best for you.” grunting from the exertion and the very force of his own thrusts, seishiro wraps both of his strong arms around your middle and stands up from the table — taking you with him. at the new angle, the coil in your stomach only tightens and you fling your arms around his neck to prepare yourself for what’s to come next. “s’not enough, not deep enough. fuuuck you’re so wet and warm. i-i can’t,” he drawls lowly, nipping at the shell of your ear on instinct. 

that’s when seishiro begins to use his sheer strength to lift and drop you back onto his thick girth, fucking up into you at the exact same time. “g-good god!” you cry out, your impending orgasm prickling at your pelvis — shooting down each section of your spine. all of it only serves to spur nagi on. 

“give me your fingers,” he demands huskily, cantering into you from bellow — your juices running a steamy track down his heavy balls as they harshly smack against your peachy ass. “wan’ suck on ‘em. give ‘em.”

you don’t have time to register his ask because he grabs your wrist before your mind can even catch up (too occupied with the way he’s churning up your guts) and has two of your fingers in his eager little mouth — sucking on them diligently. you shudder as nagi runs his tongue between them, coats them in spit and drool that tracks across his chin once he’s done with them. 

“touch yourself for me?” he pleads through a wet whine, almost too innocently. “wanna see you cum this time.” 

it’s only then that you realise he’s been holding himself back, staving off his orgasm so he can see you writhe and gush all for him. the overstimulation must be burning at his brain, sizzling off his nerve endings and it’s probably more than the dumb little blonde virgin can take. so you do as he asks, trailing your spit slicked fingers between your bodies as they grind down on one another and you with your sensitive clit, pulling its hood back to draw tight circles over the pleasure nub. 

“o-oh! seishiro!” 

“that’s right, touch yourself f’me. wanna see you lose it like you make me lose it,” he moans softly constraining with how rough nagi pounds up into you. one of his hands slips from your hips to grope at your ass, pushing you down on him and forcing his cock to grind against that one special spot threatening to make you break. “‘m sorry,” he whimpers as though he’s going to cry. “d-don’t think i can hold back, angel.” 

“then don’t,” you gasp at the new friction, holding onto your last strings of sanity as you fumble with your clit tucked away between your ravaged folds. “i know you wanna cum for me, sei. l-let go, yeah? wanna see you break for me, like a good blonde slut.” 

your encouragement doesn’t give seishiro much choice, and while he’s in control of your bodies — his lean, strong frame anchoring you down onto his cock as it bullies your insides, you are in control of his mind. you destroy his train of thought, ruin the self-made man he was and send him tumbling into his final high. nagi’s orgasm breaks the surface viciously, pouring another load of his cum against your ripe and rippling walls. there’s still so much of it, the warm and viscous white seeping from your cunt and smearing all over your hot mound. 

the force of nagi’s high is so strong that he nearly drops you, just about managing to pin you safely to the desk once more. he’s still cumming and cumming and cumming — but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting into you hard and fast, desperate to trigger your orgasm so he can reward himself. it doesn’t take long, he’d already had you seated on the edge before his mind had shattered to pieces just from fucking you. 

you gush down his length and all over what remains of your shitty case notes (he probably didn’t need them anyways) with a pornographic shout when you finally hit your peak. it’s like the crescendo of a beautiful song — the world around you spinning and flashing white as you squirt and gush for the white haired lawyer. 

“f-fuck.” you giggle with a soft smile, fatigue washing over the both of you come down from the gates of heaven — crashing back down to earth with ecstasy still buzzing in your veins. “good boy, sei. you did so good for me,” you hum softly. “do you feel any better?” 

seishiro looks up at you from where his heavy frame has collapsed on your chest — clothes sweaty and askew, and offers you a lazy grin in return. “better,” he mumbles meekly and kisses a slither of your exposed skin, still grinding his seed into you as if to make sure it sticks. “thank you.” 

bringing a hand up to toy with his hair and soothing him, you nod. “good, we should get some rest, you’ve got a big trial tomorrow, pretty boy.” 

“do you think I can do it?” 

“i know you can, sei.” you scratch at his scalp. “i meant it. what i said earlier. you’re the best lawyer on our team. shidou’s defence stands a pretty good chance.” 

nagi grins once more, only this time he leans up to press a chaste kiss to your unexpecting mouth — pouring all of his gratefulness into it. 

because thanks to you, he feels more confident about the trial, — almost as if he’s won the trial already. and even if nagi goes lose, at least he’s won you over.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[bitchesgetriches]

I work in accounting in Canada and over the years I have realized just how many people aren’t aware of all the various government programs they can take advantage of so I was hoping you could post this on the chance someone who it could help sees it. The main one I see people missing out on is the disability tax credit. If you live in Canada and are disabled you may qualify for the disability tax credit. It’s a non refundable tax credit that’s relatively easy to apply for. All you need to do is get form t2201 from Canada.ca and fill out the first portion with your information then you take it to your doctors office and get them to fill out the remainder. Depending on your provinces medical coverage they might charge you a form fee. Once it’s filled out you can either mail it to the address Canada.ca tells you to or you can submit it online through MyCRA if you’ve set up access to it. If you have an accountant do your taxes for you they might be authorized to submit the form for you once it has been filled out by a medical professional. Processing time for the application is 8 weeks. They’ll mail you a letter letting you know if you qualify or not. It’s also available to people with temporary disabilities or illnesses depending on the disability. And if you do qualify that means you can open a registered disability savings plan. I think it’s similar to an IRA but I don’t actually know what an IRA is cause I’m Canadian lol. The registered disability savings plan is an account where you can put money to save for retirement. It’s different from a registered retirement savings plan because with an RDSP the government will give you grants and match your contributions up to a certain amount each year based on income. There are rules about how much you can take out of the account and when you can take it out but if you take the letter from the CRA saying you qualify for the disability tax credit to your bank they’ll help you set up the account and explain all the rules and everything else. Here ends my speech about federal disability benefits. Go forth and take the federal government for everything it’s worth my fellow disabled bitches.

You are doing the lord's work, my dove. Thank you so much for sharing with the whole class. Canadian bitchlings, take note of the above! Especially if you're a person with disabilities!

This might also help for our United Statesian readers:

How to Pay Hospital Bills When You’re Flat Broke 

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[gibbearish]

every time i see discourse about fundraisers go by on here im just fully struck with the realization that not a single one of you people have either taken a cybersecurity fraud prevention course or bothered to take one singular second to consider the website youre on. this is the broke bitches website. none of us can afford to fund our mutuals' grocery bills, much less entire evacuation funds, and CERTAINLY not FAKE evacuation funds taking advantage of genocide victims. all this shit abt how people are deliberately choosing not to fund every post that passes their dash because they hate palestinians literally just does the work of actual scammers for them by laying the high-pressure sales tactics groundwork, and the "do you guys have any idea how hard it is to keep coming up with new attention-grabbing fundraiser posts?" ones just ring EXTREMELY hollow because YEAH! YEAH I DO! and so does everyone i follow! and everyone they follow! because all of us are FUCKING BROKE and surviving on crumbs! i just saw one that said "i make sure to keep $40 in my wallet at all times so i can give $20 to any panhandlers i see, this is the same" and its like!! good for you, thats very nice, but like!!! you need need NEED to take a step back and realize that /being able to do that/ is a position of privilege, not the default setting to be a good person. i wont discount that some people do ignore fundraisers specifically because of racism because Of Course, but like. a) yelling at them isnt gonna make them stop, or more accurately yelling at /everyone else/ isnt gonna make those people stop, and b) trying to apply that as a blanket motivation for everyone just. realistically doesnt work. not donating is a nonaction, it is the literal default status, and while in specific situations you can use CONSISTENT absence of SPECIFIC actions to track a person's motivations SOMETIMES, broadly speaking that just. doesnt work.

there are 8 billion people on this planet. most of them will never know you exist. of the ones that do, most will not be able to help you. of the ones that can, most will not be on the broke bitches website passing the same communal $20 around. consider your audience and stop shitting on fellow poor people for having the gall to need to be careful with their money. and if you are genuinely only posting your fundraiser to tumblr, like. im sorry, but you need to anticipate not reaching your goal and prepare accordingly. theres a reason the last big scam scandal people talk about actually getting the money is like. all-or-nothing era, as a website none of us have the funds to make that kind of thing happen anymore or the security to risk it. a fundraiser not meeting its goal on here is not a personal sleight against whoever made it, its just how life goes sometimes. and it's unfair and it sucks and we should help however we can, but. sometimes you just arent able to help someone else, and continuing to feel responsible serves only to torture yourself. and blaming OTHERS serves only to move that guilt from yourself off onto another person. i imagine that has to be where a lot of the vitriol comes from, is people who cant afford to donate more getting pissed at people they see as having the funds but choosing not to share them, but again, sometimes you just are not able to achieve the goals you set out towards, through no fault of the specific parties involved.

people on tumblr choosing to buy groceries rather than potentially donate to a scam are not your enemy and are not the ones facilitating a genocide. we're all victims of the same horrific system, the question is just how that system manifests its influence on each of us. poverty kills just as thoroughly as a bomb. everyone is just doing their best to survive, and as much as we like to pretend that everyone should be a perfect selfless angel that puts others before themselves no matter what, humans are by default a selfish species, and it is a lot easier to say what youd do in theory than actually do it. and there's a reason you have to put on your own oxygen mask before helping the person beside you, youre of no help to anyone if youre too dead to do anything.

[octuscle]

Yo support! So long story short my girlfriend broke up with me when i started growing a beard cause she "doesn't want to date a disgusting barbarian". Yeah it fucking sucked, so i decided to use this Chronivac thing i overheard a friend used before, and decided to treat myself to being this huge fucking manly "barbarian" so no other bitch like her to ever be interested in. Y'know as a rebound Problem is i think i set it to some kind of permanent setting thingy, cause after a few weeks of getting it out of my system im kinda stuck as this huge sweaty gay dude who just cant keep it in his pants I guess not a huge emergency but i think im a bit too big for all my clothes, it's all my gym stuff i have to keep wearing Take your time support bros ;)

Mate, what do you want me to do for you now? Give you a blowjob directly? Fuck, you did exactly the right thing with the Chronivac. You look fucking hot. You reek just the way a man should reek. And I love your barbaric beard. It would be a fucking waste to stop or even reverse this process.

But the clothes issue is difficult, of course. But seriously, your whole apartment is way too fancy and tidy. You need a barbarian den. But first we have to change that with your racing bike. It's not for a barbarian. You need a motorcycle. One that is like you. Heavy, loud and smelly. Your apartment is now a room above the garage where you work. You throw your leather jacket over a chair and light a cigar. It smells of leather, oil, sweat, beer and tobacco. And of cum. In the bed is still the fellow you fucked this morning….

Just the guy you like. You would also like to have such a fur on your chest…. I can certainly help you there. But as long as you do not have it, fertilize the fur of the fellow with your sperm. And then have the fun that you couldn't have as a barbarian with your chick.

Great pics found @truevikingblood-blog and @imagerie-des-adultes.

[all-pacas]

we know what the hospital rumor mill thinks about house, but what do they say about the fellows? especially after the entire hospital finds out that chase the flirt is hooking up with cameron the noble in supply closets?

I think we largely know what people's reputations are, thanks to Amber in 97 Seconds.

Foreman is considered House's protege, which is not a positive. We see in Kids that other doctors and Nurse Brenda find him entitled and annoying. We hear from Cuddy that he is unhireable. He's arrogant, he's unfriendly. He dated a nurse for a while in S3, and she broke up with him because he was a total ass (his romantic Valentine's Day present was "go to college in Boston"; when she was upset he had the all time killer "I am not taking you back if you act like this :(" line, to which Wendy had to point out bitch, I'm upset, I'm not begging for you). In general, Foreman's kinda… socially awkward. He's really good at playing the part, he knows how he's supposed to act, but it's kind of fake, you know? Not in Chase's suck up charm way, but in the way you can kind of tell Foreman doesn't mean it. He's also, uh, very good at malpractice? I mean, they all do it, it's unfair Foreman gets singled out. But he definitely gets caught more. He killed a woman. He ruined a Huntington's Trial. His malpractice is kind of public (which is also probably why he alone gets stuck with the unhireable reputation).

From Amber, we know that a) Cameron has a reputation for compassion and caring and wanting to help people and b) "this is why people find you annoying." We know in S5 for example that Cameron runs community outreach programs, she takes on extra work, she's helpful! But people do seem to find her annoying. My theory is she's sort of like one of those vegans who love to tell you how great being vegan is and how you should be vegan, and you're like Cameron. That's great. I'm glad that works for you. I don't want to do 16 hours of overtime feeding the homeless this week.

As established, Chase is an asskissing nepobaby opportunist who will screw anyone over to help himself. He's a flirt — although (I actually like this) the show actually does show all his hookups as being fairly polite and both-sided, like, there's no "ugh, I can't believe I slept with that fuckboy!"; whenever Chase is shown with a one night stand they're both like "haha what was your name again? lol see ya!" — even in the "three hookup wedding" he's on perfectly good terms with all three of the women after. Which is nice. He's still a dumb whore opportunist, but he doesn't treat women badly. Good for him.

It's a little harder to say what later teams reputations are, because over time the show shifts focus kinda. Park absolutely has a terrible reputation — she's the Weird Resident Who Punched Her Boss. Taub seems to float around inexplicably popular and well liked despite fucking more nurses than Chase does. Kutner was apparently considered enough of a liability that Cuddy tried to draw a rare line to keep him from getting hired. Everyone hated Amber. I feel like Thirteen's reputation is True Neutral: no one knows a goddamn thing about her, but she never does anything to really piss them off, either.

especially after the entire hospital finds out that chase the flirt is hooking up with cameron the noble in supply closets?

I think we know this too! Namely, in Fetal Position, when the news is out, Cuddy and Foreman both make a point of speaking to Cameron and Chase about it. And what they both say is "Chase is gonna break Cameron's heart. Oh no, poor Cameron. She's gonna be so hurt." And in Foreman's case: "And that will be so annoying for me." (Foreman is such a hater and I love him)

And of course the irony is that no, Chase is the one who got hurt. Repeatedly! But it says a lot about people's perceptions of them both. Chase is assumed to be unfeeling and uncaring. Cameron, everyone figures, is probably already head over heels in love. I bet most people thought he seduced her.

[anxiouswormonastring]

CHAPTER NINETEEN:

“Xiao”

YOUR POV

You had offered to give Aether and Paimon another ride to Wangshu Inn but Aether refused, saying that he didn’t want to tire you out too much. So the three of you continued your journey on foot…kind of, Paimon just continued to float.

The white haired pixie made sure to strike up conversation whenever she thought it was too quiet between the three of you, though she mainly just spoke about what she wanted to eat when all of this was over. You couldn’t help but admire how upbeat she was despite the situation at hand.

After a while of walking, Wangshu Inn finally came into view.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You turned to look at Paimon, tilting your head a bit, “yeah?”

“Do you remember anything about this ‘Conqueror of Demons’ fellow? Paimon’s feeling a bit nervous about meeting him…” she floated just a bit closer to you, gripping the fabric of your shirt.

Aether turned his head to look at you as well, curious to how you’d answer.

You hummed in thought for a moment, trying your hardest to recall something, anything about the ‘Conqueror of Demons.’

While your memories were hazy and fragmented, you could clearly remember his eyes, so golden that they rivaled even the sun during sunset. Remembering his eyes, the way he used to look at you, made you feel warm and fuzzy…

“They’re blushing!” Paimon’s shrill voice broke you out of your memories. She giggled and you reached up instinctively to touch your cheeks that were indeed rather warm…

“Do you like him? Were you two a couple?” Paimon then gasps dramatically and continues. “It’s going to be a lover’s reunion! Oh, Paimon’s so excited to meet him, he must be super nice if Y/N likes him like that!” She continues to ramble for a few more seconds before Aether finally speaks up.

“C’mon, Paimon, don’t tease them too much,” he chuckles, amused at your slightly flustered state.

You let out a huff and drag them along, picking up the pace.

“This is Wangshu Inn?” Paimon tilted her head as we neared the rather impressive structure. “Huh, compared to Jueyun Karst, this place seems…basic,” she mutters, “Are we really gonna find an Adeptus here?”

You shrug, biting back a smile at the thought of meeting the Conqueror of Demons once more. If only you could remember his actual name…

“If I were an Adeptus, I’d probably be on the balcony, looking over the plains,” Aether says, half joking in his comment.

Paimon looks at him and nods, “then let’s check it out!”

The three of you make your way up to the balcony only to find it empty. But you could feel a familiar energy in the air. Before you could alert your companions, a new voice spoke up.

“To the blind, everything may not be as it appears.”

You whip your head around and are met with a pair of familiar golden eyes, eyes that widen upon seeing you behind Aether. Time itself slows to a stop as Aether and Paimon take a few steps back, leaving just you and…

“Xiao…” You whisper breathlessly.

A/N: …heyyyy y’all….I didn’t mean to disappear off the face of the earth but, y’know…work be a bitch. Anyway, this was in my drafts for forever and I’m gonna try to put out more chapters but I can’t guarantee nothin.

I hope you guys like it though!! See ya!!

[yummygender]

Beyond the timelines 12: Calling Out

(TW: comic book and series spoilers, Sylvie being a bitch, attempted assault and Lokius.)

Sylvie, Mobius and Loki return to the void.

Sylvie followed Loki and Mobius back to the Void as Old King Loki smirked.

“Ah…you lead the mouse straight to the cat…hello, little mouse.”

The other variants kept quiet as Sylvie glared.

“Who are you calling a mouse? I’ll have you know that I have hidden and ran from the TVA since I was a CHILD!”

The royal variant hummed softly as they stared at Sylvie with little to no intent on hearing Sylvie’s tale.

“Sounds rough…almost as rough as getting your mouth sewn shut.”

“Or getting venom slowly dripped on your skin...” OG commented.

“Or getting sent straight to the void after accidentally…hurting…your sibling…” Kid Loki cautiously added.

Sylvie’s face scrunched up as her entitlement grew.

“Were you attacked for being yourself?”

The entire group of Loki variants in the proximity of Sylvie all shouted out a resounding ‘yes’ as all her tactics began to topple down.

“I can’t even BEGIN to count the amount of times Odin got after me for casting spells on Thor.” Iokl stated.

“We all felt that. We’re all Lokis after all…” Boastful chimed in.

Loki kept quiet as he avoided looking Sylvie in the eye before she spun to face him. Her finger accusingly pointed towards Loki themself as she shrieked.

“You! You set me up!! You weren’t going to help me!!!”

Sylvie’s shouting continued as she marched towards Loki before Iokl grabbed her wrist, making her screech once more.

“HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME?!! LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!!!”

She squirmed, hit, kicked, punched, spat, bit and even slapped Iokl as they took every blow with no emotion.

“ENOUGH!!”

Iokl’s shout silenced the crowd as well as Sylvie as they glared at her with anger.

“How dare you try to assault a fellow variant and cry out victim? How. Dare. You.”

She opened her mouth to speak up before Iokl shut down any attempt to defend herself.

“I don’t care if you’re some princess! I don’t care about your past! I. Don’t. Care. What I care about is your attempt to attack Loki after they tried to HELP YOU!!!”

“Help me?! HELP ME?!! I just want a normal life!!”

“AT THEIR EXPENSE?!”

The area fell silent once more as Sylvie began to stutter.

“M-m…maybe…”

Iokl clutched their fist before aggressively throwing Sylvie’s hand down.

“MY mother taught me to never attack a woman…even if they’re being a rotten, spoiled brat.”

And with that, Iokl left as many variants instantly dragged Sylvie into the palace, leaving Loki and Mobius alone as he gently rubbed Loki’s arms.

“Are you ok?”

“…I thought she was going to…”

They began to tear up as Mobius pulled them closer.

“I know…I know…”

Loki broke down and cried as they leaned into his arms.

“Loki…I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner…”

They kept silently crying as the agent held them. The two continued to hold each other as Mobius gently rubbed their back.

“I missed you, Mobius…”

“Oh Loki…”

Mobius glanced up at the beautiful green sky. The stars and different galaxies twinkled in the sky as the colors began to fade and match Loki’s green comfy robes while the god rested against the agent, the warm air flowing through their hair as the two stayed there holding each other. Warm green skies, soft green grass and twinkling lights. It was so peaceful and Loki was once again at ease…

…

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…

…

…for now.

[cheese-anon-real]

New Year's Cheese

2023 has been one wild ride of a year for me Writer content in the latter half of this, below the cut!! do be warned! So. In 2023 I went from Cheese the Anon Asker to Cheese-Anon-Real. I’ve formed what I like to consider my little family, with the Sparda Boys and my fellow anons! Gods below I am so grateful for all of you, you made the last like, 3-4 months of the year so much better. Got sent to Space Jail twice, broke out twice with help Found Kaz again!!! Already touched on the family, but just Met Dante, Nero, and Vergil, absolutely love them to bits(Please be alive over there, Vergil, and not split in 2. Urizen’s cool and all but good god I wanted to shadow your devil hunting so bad when I got free) and Griffon I miss you come back you dumbass ball of feathers where’d you GO- Azuree may not be an anon but gods below, do I love them!! They’re such a sweetie like wth Joker, Fresa, Queen and her daughter Kaylee, and Candy have won my hearts, as my funny little family. You’re all being adopted by me now, face your future hell with me. UwU or smth idfk Am I an UwU-ass bitch or an OwO-ass bitch? Partner says it depends lolol. On what? Who knows. I love them so much too, they’re my world. I’ve had a lot of fun meeting you all, and I hope to hell and back that we keep up these silly little interactions over the next year. I know it hasn’t been perfect, but here’s to a good ‘24 for us all! Thank you for literally existing. I hope the other anons join the official family soon. Happy New Year, @pizzalover8969, @thebestsonofsparda, @thebluerose, @the-thunder-chicken, @azureedoodles, @anonjoker, @bizcochodefresa, @anonymousqueenofrandom, @princessanonofrandom, @therealcandyanon, and finally, @reece-piece-puff

sorry if the @'s is a bad move or I like, piss some of you off with it ;;

Love, Cheese(Roseanna)

P.S. I promise I'll get on writing my lore soon, I just haven't had much time :')

Reminder; Writer Content is Below The Cut. Beware!!!

2023 was even wilder for me than it was for Cheese lmfao.

I finally got into DMC this year, after being drawn in by Gura and the OST in summer of ‘21. On a family vacation, at that! Finally played 5, beat it, beat it again as Vergil. Played 3, beat it with some help from my partner. Started a Vergil run of 3, and started 1, never finished either, because life kinda got crazy Started playing C.O.D??? Somehow?? Never thought I’d play a C.O.D. game but here I am and I like the campaign for the MW2 remake, I suck ass at it but that’s a me problem lmao Got into therapy, finally, actually working on my problems now and really happy about it Went through several Vtuber avatar designs, finally settled on one I like and I’m almost done with it!!! Just gotta struggle through the hair, hand toggles, and the face! Wow!! Went through endless self-discovery, thought I might be trans(I am in fact not trans, I am Fluid! As far as I know. Still working on that. And other things, but one step at a time!! FINALLY reunited with my two best friends. In person. In another state. One of em, I've known since we were 11 and they moved away when we were 13. I had never hung out with them outside of school, and they introduced me to my other best friend, who came up to my state to meet me in late spring of ‘21, hadn’t seen them since. That friend actually paid for the trip themself, because I went through a god-awful breakdown for a solid 2 weeks and tried to. Isolate myself from everyone I love. But thankfully they talked me out of it and got me back into the group, got me going again when I was at probably my second lowest point since I was a preteen. Got oddly close with another friend while I was there, met the majority of my friend group, and now that friend I got close with is EASILY my third best friend! Not third-best, they are also a best friend and I love them so much?? We hyperfixate on like, all the same things. Dragged them into loving Ghost(band) and they’re dragging me into Scott Pilgrim! Woohoo, here we go! Left my friend group like a month ago because one of them is uh. Not. the best? But only sometimes. They don’t have bad intentions and they’re not outright toxic I don’t think, but I uh. Got kinda sick of their sense of humor. Not always funny, kinda mean to a certain other member. Not always though. But like we can work on it when I go back its fiiiiiiine! Learned communication to a degree, holy shit I hate talking about my problems, oh my god please I don’t need help I’m just a burden anyway(I’m working on it, don’t come at me with support I’ll get there with my family and friends eventually. Not attention-seeking here, I’m building my support group as I go.) Had 13 house emergencies!!!! Will list them! Woo! 1 - water heater leak 2 - gas leak 3 - roof leak again(we had a roof leak in ‘22) 4 - house flood 2 electric boogaloo(house flooded like a week after my partner moved in, in ‘22, before I arrived) 5 - flood 3 6 - roof leak 3 7 - roof leak 4 8 - heater died 9 - bathroom door handle fell off the door for literally no reason 10 - house flood 4 11 - roof leak 5 12 - house flood 5 House Flood 5 caused us to get renovations in the organized housing, and after that, they just straight up moved us to a new house. We had 8 fffffffucking days to get the hell out of our house and into the new one. Like, they actually put the time constraint on us. So funny of them! AND THEN THE NEW ONE DIDN’T HAVE SHUT-OFF VALVES FOR EITHER OF THE HOSE SPIGOTS AND WE HAD TO GET THAT HANDLED BUT THEY DIDN’T HANDLE IT. HELP. BROTHER WE ARE TRYING TO FOLLOW THE RULES. WHY ARE YOU FORBIDDING US. so. 13 - no shut off-valves(technically an ‘emergency’ bc the pipes could freeze and then burst) Got summoned for Jury Duty in my parents’ state! IN THE TIME WHERE WE WEREN’T CERTAIN WHEN THE CONTRACTORS WERE COMING. OR IF WE WOULD BE IN THE SAME HOUSE NEXT WEEK. JESUS CHRIST. But, did also get to go on another family vacation. We got to watch the Perseids! I saw a possum there. Literally loved that so much.

Also got SUUUUPER into Ghost(band) in the last like 3 weeks and I'm head over heels for 99% of their songs that I've listened to?? Hell yeah.

It’s been an intense year of ups and downs, but I’m really determined to turn my life around for the better, now. I’m gonna put my all into actually improving my health, both physical and mental/emotional. I didn’t want that to be like, a new year resolution, it just kinda lined up with the new year.

[mikexx2]

As per @episims: Sims Say the Darndest Things: When you get this, list five of your characters and their best quotes so far. Then pass it on to five other storytelling simblrs.

Thanks for the tag @goatskickin!

OK, I'm going to go with a mix of premades and my own characters.

Olive Specter

C: I’m going to leave [his grandchildren] for dead.

O: I’m so aroused.

2. Dina Caliente

“Actually, Nina helped pick out the ring. She said you’d mellowed out on material possessions since I died and you’d just be thrilled to have me bac-”

“That LYING BITCH!”

3. Dave the cat

“Your bitch of a wife is fucking her intern.”

4. Jules O'Mackey

M: What do you do for fun, cutie?

J: Well actually, when my roommates and I can tear ourselves away from having cliched pillow fights in our underwear, we come up with fun nicknames for our fellow students.

M: Sounds cool.

J: We usually abbreviate them to initials. Yours came really easily to me. Care to guess?

M: Sure. What’re the initials?

J: SS.

M: lol, Sexy Senior?

J: Satan’s Scrotum.

5. Beau Broke

Lucy: Ah Meadow, this is Beau. He’s almost too gay to function.

B: Whatever ho, you’re dead to me. Meadow, you know you’re a hottie I’m assuming. Anyone take your interest today? Just don’t say Isaiah Gavigan cos Gabriella’s got her vagina all up on him and that girl don’t share shit.

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

Hey, sorry if that’s weird but what was your thought process for creating that Spirk - eeaao post? I love the movie and the post itself broke me. 👀 I mean how did you make the connection between the pairing and the quote? Also are you from Europe?? Most Trekkies seem to be American so that’s exciting on its own!!! I’m from France!

Hey, cherry jam (gimme some)!

Your ask is not weird at all! Sorry it took me forever to answer, but work projects have been insane and I've barely been on Tumblr! 😊

So, I love both Spirk and 'Everything Everywhere All At Once'. This movie is everything to me, and I think of it a lot. Also, keep in mind that I'm both romantic and heartbroken - it's gonna be useful.

Anyway, this scene MADE ME GASP. Like, wtf was that even??? And I think it summarizes perfectly what this movie is all about: we can end up having everything we dream about (you name it: career, money, popularity) but in reality, we have nothing if that one person is not there. On the other hand, your life might be full of struggles, but if love exists in your life, then you have it all. Do I buy this concept? I ABSOLUTELY DO. I am actually a slut for it.

The quote made me think immediately of two pairings: Janeway x Chakotay and Spock x Kirk - mind you, these are the only two trek pairings I've given much thought and energy to (basic bitch alert). But it felt that it's completely appropriate for Spirk.

You know, have you ever felt so connected to someone that you thought that even if things don't end up well between you two, YOU KNOW DEEP IN YOUR HEART that in another universe, damn, in every fucking universe, you'd still want to meet them, fall in love with them (or befriend them if we talk a platonic concept), and be by their side hoping that in that parallel universe things would just work out? Well, I told you I'm romantic and this is what Spirk represents for me. The deep knowing that these two would be there for each other and would find their lives entangled in every possible universe. The outcome? Well, aren't the outcomes limitless anyway? Who knows? I think this just makes it both fun and heartbreaking.

Also, I love the idea of parallel universes. I work on a story (voyager) with that concept but I take it slowly because I don't wanna do it nasty LOL.

I'm European I guess. I'm Greek, so I also feel Balkan. LOL. HI, FELLOW EUROPEAN TREKKIE! I also feel there are not too many, but I know one more Greek and two Germans for sure!

The french Eurovision song jidovjsidjajoidajdalkudjoaipjfhoajdka. OWNS ME.

Anyway, I'm sorry I wrote so much. I hope I helped you understand my perspective.

The scene

My spirk post

[quinntillion]

Lee Cheongsan X Reader - “Never. Maybe. Definitely.”

(Series!) Part: 1

(Not My GIF!)

Request?: No

Fluff/Angst/Smut?: Angst-Fluff

Readers Pronouns?:

Words: 752

Warnings/TW’s: Blood, Swearing

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“I hate him.”, you said sternly, glancing over at Lee Cheongsan, someone you could never get along with, no matter how hard you tried, stabbing the tofu on your plate with chopsticks.

“Can you guys please just at least try to start getting along? It’s so tiring being in the middle of you two always bickering.” On-jo, a mutual friend between the two of you said as she raises her hands as if they were speaking, moving them one at a time, “I hate you blah blah blah” she made one hand say, and moved the other one “Well you’re a bitch blah blah blah”, she put her hands down and continued “That’s all I hear!”, she grabbed her chopsticks and continued eating the food her dad packed for her.

You chuckle at her ridiculous example of you and Cheongsan bickering. “On-jo, I’ve told you, he just presses all of my buttons, we’ve hated each other ever since we were kids.”, you scowled thinking about him and rolled your eyes, shoving your food into your mouth in irritation, just thinking of him made your blood boil.

“Please? For me?”, On-jo looked at you desperately, wanting her two best friends to get along.

“Girl, you know that’s never gonna happen, the hatred feeling it’s mutual.”, you chuckled softly and continued eating your food as On-jo rolled her eyes, and scoffed jokingly.

All the chatter of the fellow students was all you could hear, which then turned into screaming and banging. Looking towards the glass door you see a large group of other students desperately trying to get in. “Why do they look so scared?”, On-jo looked over at you, but you shrug, just as confused as she is.

On perfect timing however, you see something that answers your lingering question. Another wave of students flooded the view to the outside, but they had blood all over them? And were biting other students?

The glass started to crack as all the weight from all the students pressed on it, and it eventually broke.

Their screaming filled the dining hall as you grabbed On-jo’s wrist and ran.

You heard her scream as she was tackled to the ground, a zombie on top of her. “GET. OFF. OF. HER”, you yelled, kicking the zombie in the ribs at the same time. However, you then see two hands come down to grab the zombie, throwing it to the side and quickly helping On-jo up, checking if she’s okay.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh don’t worry guys, ‘Mr. I’m gonna save the day’ is here, nothing to worry about now”, he scowled at you as On-jo dusted off her skirt.

“It’s not like you were doing anything, you can’t kick for shit!”, he gestured both arms towards you as his voice went higher towards the end of the sentence.

You rolled your eyes, grabbed On-jo’s wrist once again, and made a b-line towards the main part of the school.

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You slam the door to one of the classrooms, leaning your back against it, “That was way too close”, you looked at On-jo as she nodded in agreement.

You heard banging on the door, and you quickly turned around, expecting to see a zombie, but see Gyeong-su and Su-hyeok, two friends of yours, instead. Thankfully.

You open the door for them, “Get in, quick”.

“Thank you, holy fuck, it’s crazy out there”, Gyeong-su said, leaned over with his hands on his knees, panting.

“Yeah, I had two zombies attack me at once, I was sure I was going to be, you know”, Su-hyeok dragged his thumb across his throat and made a “Kccch” sound, signifying him being killed.

“Did you see anyone that’s still human?”, you look at Su-Hyeok.

“There’s a few, but I doubt they’ll be human much longer, how does something like these even start?”, he sighs and walks over to the window of the room, looking down at the soccer field in the front yard, seeing all the zombies taking over, chasing humans around.

It’s silent for a minute, as we all think of ways some strange thing like this could have even happened, before On-jo speaks up.

On-jo looks at Su-Hyeok, “Is Cheongsan okay?”, and you give her an annoyed look, but curious too, knowing she’d be destroyed if he wasn’t.

Su-Hyeok turns around and shrugs “I haven’t seen him, I’m sorry”

Screaming can be heard from all down the hallway, then, there is a similar bang on the door, as you turn around quickly.

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[scum-belina]

It was at my nicest elderly neighbor Rose’s house, and was planned by her and my fave neighbor Lupe. Rose invited my granny and a few other neighbor’s I’m not as familiar with but are old and in general just constant complainers but I can usually handle that. I had baked a bunch of cookies from my best spice cookie recipe and they turned out perfect and soft (important detail later) and I was going to bring a bunch to the party. 

I was exhausted when I showed up bc I had gone to get my mom from my grandparent’s since she takes care of them on the weekdays, and then we had to do a ton of shopping for ourselves and my grandparents. Once I got home I made sure I still looked nice and presentable and went over. I didn’t see Lupe’s car, and that should’ve been a sign enough to not go in there. THEN I saw my granny’s car there and yet I STILL went in bc I’m absolutely stupid I guess. I didn’t know who else was there bc I didn’t recognize their cars. 

I am greeted at the door by Rose, and am instantly introduced to her cousin Cynthia, who IMMEDIATELY asks “does she have any children?” and Rose says “No Elizabeth has no kids and has never married”, which my granny repeats for some reason to like, rub it in? Since she now knows I actually do want to have a family. And then my granny talks about how all my cousins are married and have kids and Cynthia brags about having a big family and this all happens the second I walk in the door. I almost burst into tears right there.

I know it might sound like I’m being dramatic, but they said much more than that and it all just felt so deliberate to stick pins in me and I don’t know why. Before I wanted a family people never asked me shit like that especially right off the bat. The energy was so bad in there I literally felt drained the moment I walked in. They kept bringing up my life like they knew my business and they DON’T. 

At one point Rose tried to brag on me for helping her buy a roaster oven when her stove and oven broke and all 3 other guests were like “idek what that is I never needed one I don’t see the point in one.....” these old bitches were trying to throw shade at me over a mf roaster oven!!!!!!!

Then my granny gets one of my spice cookies and Cynthia is like “what is THAT?” (as if she didn’t see me bring them in and set them on the table they were all sitting at) and my granny is like “it’s elizabeth’s lemon cookies”????? BITCH WHERE IS THE LEMON??? Cynthia then goes “I guess I’ll try one...they look hard though so I’ll mash one to see” and proceeds to crush one of my cookies in her hand and it mashes like the SOFT cookie that it was and she’s like “yep, it’s too hard”  WHY AM I BEING UNDER ATTACK BY A BUNCH OF OLD LADIES RN

When I was there no one tried to talk to me except my granny, and her cousin Cynthia bc she wanted me to help her figure out how to call people on her new phone -__-. Turns out Lupe got sick and couldn’t make it, so I was stuck with Rose, her cousin, my granny (the biggest abuser in my life), and a fellow neighbor named Yvonne who is like Mac’s mom on iasip except it’s not funny bc she’s real. at one point she had a fit at the table going “I CAN’T EAT YET ROSE CUZ I TOOK A PILL BEFORE I CAME HERE SO I CANT EAT YET OR I WILL BELCH UP SOUR FOODS!!!!!!” Yvonne was rude too but I think I’ve already said too much of the awful shit they did and said. They were like the most insufferable curb your enthusiasm characters come to life but much worse.

I stayed maybe 30 minutes. It was 30 minutes too many.

Had the worst experience at a neighbor's early Christmas party today. Will vent later I'm still reeling.

[nobody7102]

Family: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw X Reader

Warnings: None

Callsign: Plum

Main Master-List

Series Master-List

Chapter 1. Chapter 3

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The clock ticked away on the wall as Jake looked around the room. Eyeing Natasha, Bob, Mickey and Reuben before his eyes landed on Pete. “Alright Maverick, what the hell is going on?” Jake raised his arms “Something happened last night at Rooster and Plums place, no one will tell us anything and now we all get called here with no reason on our day off? You have to know something?”

Letting out a sigh, Pete moved to sit down. “Honestly… I really don't know, Cyclone called me and said to get the five of you here… he said someone called him and that Plum would explain” 

Furrowing his brows Jake shook his head “Well then where is she?”

Just as he finished his sentence, yelling could be heard down the hallway before the door to the room opened “Bradley you are supposed to be resting!” Y/N’s voice called out as Bradley stepped into the room.

“Baby I’m fine, it was a clean shot all the way through” he turned back to Y/N before motioning around the room “Look we’re here now, can we please just do whatever you said you needed to do?” As Bradley walked further into the room, everyone’s eyes widened seeing how even though his normal Hawaiian shirt, his left shoulder was wrapped, taking a seat between Pete and Jake. All the eyes then turned to Y/N, casting her eyes to the ground she locked the door before making her way to the front of the room. Looking fully at who was all there, Y/N’s mind drifted to the night before.

Leaning against the wall outside of Bradley’s hospital room, Y/N rubbed her temple as the line rang. “Come on… pick up” she grumbled.

“Hello” 

“I want in,” She quickly said. “What do you need me to do” 

Dom chuckled on the other side of the phone “Eager to get to it I see, I’ve got my team now you need to get one for you”

Y/N’s brows knitted “Dom I’ll be fine, jus-” “Y/N” He started “I wouldn’t be telling you to find a team if I didn’t mean it, this is a whole other level than stealing radios and DVD players” he sighed 

“Dom, I am not putting other people’s lives at risk!” she looked around after raising her voice before whispering “… someone came to my house last night asking about you” Y/N said firmly “whoever she was, that bitch shot my boyfriend” 

“She?” Dom questioned, not letting Y/N finished her explanation he continued “Find a team, then get here”

“How will I know where-” 

“It's summertime, where do you think we’ll be?”

Y/N took a deep sigh before opening her eyes “Last night, there were people who broke into Bradley and I’s house, and one of them shot Bradley” she watched as fear and anger flickered through the eyes of her fellow aviators “I need your guys help” she swallowed “All of you can absolutely say no, because what I’m about to ask of all of you is crazy and stupid…” she sighed “I had a friend… a family friend contacted Admiral Simpson, all of us other than Javy due to his deployment, have been granted time off…” she paused “If you choose to help me, I can not guarantee when this will be over, I can not guarantee your safety, and I can not guarantee that you will come back from this” her eyes closed as she finished her sentence. 

“Sounds like another day at the office” Natasha stood from her spot and walked up to Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder “Plum.” she started “You’re my wingman, whatever this is. You and I are gonna go at it together.”

“To the depths of hell” Bob stood.

Shaking his head with that signature Seresin smirk, Jake and Pete nodded to each other and stood “We’re in” he motioned to Pete.

Leaning forward in his chair Mickey smiled “An actual real like Top Secret Mission, abso-fucken-lutely I’m joining” 

Shaking his head Reuben sighed “If this dumbass is doing it” he clapped a hand on Mickey’s shoulder “I can’t let him be a dumbass alone” 

“So Baby” heads snapped to Rooster “What are we doing?” 

Y/N’s eyes softened upon seeing how willing her friends were to help her without even knowing what they were signing up for. “How do all of you feel about LA?” 

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Adjusting her rearview mirror, Y/N glanced at the two cars behind her. Bradley and Maverick had taken to riding with Y/N, Bob and Phoenix in the middle car and Mickey, Reuben and Jake pulling up the rear. 

Biting the inside of her cheek as they passed the ‘10 Miles to LA’ sign, Y/N leaned over to Bradley “Tell everyone that we’re gonna take a detour” Bradley nodded and sent off a text to their group chat as Y/N pulled off onto a dirt road.

“Fanboy wants to know why we’re going into ‘Bum-fuck no where’ as he described it” everyone watched as the highway became vast dessert.

“Ummm…” Y/N hummed turning a corner “He’ll see in a few more miles” 

As their tires kicked up dirt, Y/N eventually pulled up to a little shack with a steel warehouse behind it. 

Putting the bonnie in park she exited the vehicle and put her sunglasses on the top of her head. “Alright kids… this is where it gets complicated” she announced once everyone had piled out of their cars. Walking to the warehouse she motioned for everyone to follow her. 

“Fanboy, you wanted to know why we came here” she took a key out of her pocket and walked over to the main garage door and took off the lock and chain that held it closed. Throwing the chain to the ground she moved to the middle of the door and shoved it upwards “This is why we came” 

As the giant door flew open, the pilots were met with a sea of cars, everyone's eyes practically bulging out of their skulls. 

“All…” Reuben started “All of these are yours Plum?” 

Y/N nodded “Yup…all 32 of em” 

Looking between the cars and Y/N Natasha was the only one to ask what was one everyone's mind “How the fuck do you get 32 cars?” 

Y/N slowly nodded “And that-” she motioned for everyone to follow her to an open area “Is where it gets complicated” 

The area was dawned with a couch and two recliners, along with a table surrounded by chairs, and a workbench. Approaching the work bench, everyone took note that the area was decorated similarly to Mavericks hanger, covered in photos and blueprints, patched, and stickers alike. 

Y/N stared at all of the photos before taking down a photo and placing it on the table for the aviators to look at. A photo of a younger Y/N being embraced by a girl who looked a few years older than her. “I grew up in Los Angeles with my sister Letty… we are car people” 

“Clearly” Jake mumbled

Rolling her eyes, Y/N continued “Letty’s boyfriend Dom owned a shop” she turned to pluck another photo from the wall and set it on the table. A photo of Y/N and the girl who presumably was her sister and a man, standing in what looked to be a garage “He was the one who got us into cars… Letty and Dom created the street racing scene here in LA. Whatever Dom and Letty had, everyone wanted. I was lucky enough that Letty and Dom taught me everything I know about cars and racing” 

Pete raised his brow, knowing the girl liked her adrenaline rushes but he never would have imagined this “Is that why when your recruitment officer recommended you to me, he said to ignore your records?”

“Records? What records?” Bradley furrowed his brows 

Y/N sucked in a breath of air “Umm… I had a juvie record… and spent a few nights in holding…” she watched as shock flashed across her friends faces “Nothing serious… just joyrides and getting picked up for racing… and maybe a carjacking, but it was only once when I got left in Oakland by some asshole” she quickly added

Reuben motioned back to all of the cars “That still doesn't explain the 32, unless you jacked all of these cars?”

She immediately shook her head “No, god no. Letty would have kicked my ass” she started “In the racing world most people race for three things” she held up one finger “Respect” then another “Money” and finally the last “and Pinks” 

“You race for what?” Bob hummed.

“Pinks… pink slips, the certificate of title to a car. I always raced for pinks, if you win the pink you keep the car” she crossed her arms. “but my rule always was if you wanted your car back, you pay me out for it” she smiled recalling how some racers would come up to her after races with money, begging for their cars back, before her smile slowly faded “Dom, Letty, and I were a part of a crew… and we did things..”

Hangman’s brows furrowed thinking back to the man he saw the other night “Holy shit, you mean Dominic Toretto as in the guy who was on the FBI and CIA’s most wanted list?! That's who you were talking to the other night at the Hard Deck?!” 

“Hey, his record was wiped clean and he was granted a pardon” Y/N was quick to defend.

“And the things you would do… you were a part of the team that hijacked all those trucks back in the early 2000s? What did you help with his jail break in 2009 too?” Jake questioned only to be met with silence. “Well shit Plum” he sighed

“Hey, you chose to be here Bagman, she said you could say no and you still can” Bradley placed a hand on her shoulder

Raising his hands in defense Jake shook his head “no no no. I’m fine… just shocked that sweet little Plum here is a former criminal who knows other former criminals” 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N picked up the photos and walked over to place them back up before grabbing a shoe box from a shelf. “Now…” she rested the box on her hip and sorted through it. “My gift to a select few of you” she tossed a set of keys to Reuben and Natasha. “Payback. Three rows back, fourth one in” she watched as Reuben, Mickey and Jake all took off for the car before she turned to Natasha “Nat, two rows from the top, fifth one in” Natasha and Bob took off like kids in a candy store

“That’s not fair” Bradley crossed his arms, pouting.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N held up one last set of keys before she set the box down and walked over to Bradley, wrapping one of her arms around his waist and planted a kiss to his cheek and pressed the keys into his palm. 

“Can I go see what I got?” Y/N laughed at the question before nodding her head and releasing Bradley from her hold.

“You’re in the same row as Payback”

Walking back over she placed the box in its original spot before taking a seat next to Pete, who had decided to acquaint himself with the couch. “And I thought I was the only one on the team with a wild streak” he chuckled “So what’d you give them?”

Y/N smiled “Reuben got a ‘69 Yenko Camaro, Nat a 2009 Nissan 370z, and Bradley a 1970 Ford Escort”

“PLUM!” Screams filled the warehouse as the group came running back “PLUM!” Natasha screamed “These are too fucken nice for us” she kneeled in front of Y/N, placing her hands on her wingman's knees and shook them “Are you fucken kidding me?! What are they for?!”

Y/N laughed “I’m giving you the LA experience” she smiled

“Wait, you’re taking us racing?!” Jake’s eyes widened

Y/N shook her head “I’m not taking you racing, I’m taking you to Race Wars…and, none of that cocky pilot shit talking tonight okay? Promise me? I dont wanna have to scrape any of you off of the concrete” she looked at everyone “Because if you talk like that you’re gonna get your ass handed to you”

Everyone nodded at the sentiment as she continued “Now” she crossed her arms “House rules” everyone looked at her in confusion “not only is this my garage, it's also my house… only rules: you can have food and drink in the cars but if you make a mess you’re cleaning it, the interior is custom. If something breaks on the car or feels off or funny, just tell me so I can fix it or get you a new car. And lastly” she walked over to a wall that was lined with four doors, she opened the first and pulled out a rolled up sack “I’ve got two bedrooms” she motioned to the other to doors once she set the sack down “two people can take one room and two can take the other, the rest are gonna have to suffice with the couch, recliners and an air mattress” everyone just nodded in agreement mumbling something along the lines of ‘can’t be worse than on carriers’.

Lastly she pointed to a door on the far end of the wall “I only have one bathroom” with that groans filled the group.

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Taglist: @shawnsthighs @caswinchester2000 @hopefulinlove

[touyasdoll]

Freaky Friday

Request

Part Two

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: daddy kink, impact play, degradation, oral, breeding kink, cheating (reader is unaware), dubcon (considering the deception)

A/n: This got away from me, lengthwise. Also, didn't know what to do about OFA, so I made a creative decision, jsyk. Enjoy!

A thick veil of smoke enveloped the top two heroes, enough to allow the villain that they were pursuing to slip out of their line of sight. A mysterious light flashed into the haze, branching out like lightning to surround them.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya held his, well, not exactly his hands, out in front of him when enough of the smoke had cleared.

They looked familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. He didn't quite recognize his voice either.

"What?" Bakugou spat and immediately tensed. Why the fuck did he sound like that?

He snapped his head toward Deku, only to find that he wasn't looking at Deku at all. He was looking at himself.

"What the fuck?" he seethed and shook his head. They didn't have time for whatever bullshit this was. They had a job to do. "We'll figure this shit out later. Pull your head outta your ass and let's go get that son-of-a-bitch first."

"Right," Midoriya nodded, clenching his fist as he broke into a sprint.

He didn’t have to run far. Thankfully, by the time they’d caught sight of the criminal, their respective sidekicks had already restrained him.

"This a new one," a police officer chuckled, reading a report off of a tablet as his fellow officers loaded the defeated villain into the back of a patrol car. "He apparently has a body-switching quirk. Good thing no one was hit with it, because there's not much known about it."

"Ha, uh, what?" The blonde hero scratched the back of his neck, looking visibly nervous, while the green-haired pro rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"Thanks for all the useful information, real fuckin' helpful." The normally bubbly expression of the freckled-face Deku was MIA, instead replaced by an unamused scowl as he clapped his hand on Dynamight's shoulder, digging his fingers in tight enough to make the man wince as he led him away from the scene.

"Kacchan!" He spoke in a hushed whisper, jerking his shoulder out of his grip. "What are we going to do? Shouldn't we tell someone about this?"

“For what? So they can tell us to go to the hospital where they can’t do jack shit about it?” He cocked an eyebrow, obviously annoyed at the suggestion. “You heard that idiot, they don’t know anything about this damn quirk. It’s been a long fuckin’ week and I’m not about to waste my time off being poked and prodded for no goddamn reason. I’m going home.”

He spun on his heel, extending his palms to blast himself away as a habit, before realizing that he couldn’t. His quirk was tied to his body; a body he didn’t have control of at the moment. An exasperated groan left his lips as he lifted his palm to his forehead.

“Right.” He took a wide stance, bending his knees as if to take off in a sprint, trying to activate One for All, but he couldn’t do that either.

“Kacchan, I, uh—,” Deku held up a hand, sending forward a tendril of black whip from the body that he currently occupied, looking down as if it would help him avoid the rage boiling up within Bakugou.

It came out as a nonsensical growl. An aggressive muttering of a string of curse words and unsavory phrases.

Silently, Midoriya thought to himself that a temporarily quirkless Kacchan was maybe a divine dose of karma, but he didn’t dare let that thought slip out.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe this. Fuckin’ bullshit dumbass quir—“ Bakugou began stomping off, but Midoriya was quick to follow.

“Wait! If I go home like this, Y/n’s gonna worry.”

He stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “So?” His tone sounded indignant, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t yet considered how you would react to the situation.

“I mean, maybe you should—I don’t know. Maybe you should just..pretend to be me? This might wear off by morning for all we know, right? She worries enough as is, I don’t want to give her more reason to.”

Bakugou spun around to look straight into his own face, something that made him uneasy enough to begin with and was only made worse by the pathetic expression painted on it.

"Fine," his jaw was set tight as he jabbed at Deku's borrowed chest, "But if you're gonna pretend to be me, don't make me look like such a pussy, got it? I'll run home and play house with your wife for you."

As the words left his lips, an idea blossomed in his brain. One that he, admittedly, shouldn't have jumped to so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?

“You wouldn’t..do anything though, right? With her, I mean,” Midoriya asked, as if he could read the filthy thoughts flying through Bakugou's mind. "She, uh, she can be a bit," he paused, searching for the right word. "Insatiable, at times. But you'll tell her no if she tries to, you know. Won't you?"

"You think that telling me that she's insatiable in bed is a good deterrent?" He scoffed, "I'd say you're dumber than you look, but at the moment, you look as smart as I've ever seen you."

"Kacchan, I'm serious."

"All right," he flashed his palms in a reluctantly placating manner, "I won't fuck your wife. Scout's honor, okay?"

"Thank you," he sighed with relief.

"No promises if she offers me head though," he smirked as he pulled out his phone to call a car.

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On the car ride home, more potential scenarios crossed his mind. Ones that were far less suggestive, but still felt just as forbidden.

You’d greet him when he got home, the same way he’d seen you greet Deku for so many years. The realization had his palms sweating and his stomach tightening with nerves that he hadn’t felt since college, since before Deku had scooped you up and made you his.

Knowing you were spoken for hadn't done anything to quell his feelings for you though. He could control himself, obviously. He knew that you were happy enough with Deku, though personally, he always thought that you could be happier with him. He'd never get between your marriage though. Despite their never-ending sense of rivalry, he could respect the sanctity of that.

If there was one silver lining to this inconvenient incident, at least he could pretend for one day that you were his. Even if he had to wear Deku's damn face to do it.

He fished an unfamiliar set of keys from his pocket, taking a deep breath before he swung the door open.

"Babe?" he heard your melodic voice before he saw you.

He could tell it was coming from down the hall, so he called out, following the source of the sound.

"Yeah, I'm home," he replied, slipping off his boots before carrying on down the long hallway, taking notice of the cracked door at the end.

"How was your day? I hope you're not too tired," you cooed, and Bakugou could just imagine the cute little pout your lips must be pursed into.

"Too tired for what, baby?" He came up to the door, pushing it open as he laid his eyes on the most glorious sight that he'd ever seen.

You were sitting on the plush bench at the foot of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. A lacy, black set of lingerie clinging to your frame as your gazed up at him with a smile that nearly knocked him right off of his feet.

All bets were off now.

"Whoa," he swallowed, drinking in your ethereal appearance.

"You're not too tired to help me take this off, are you?" You caught your lip between your teeth, standing and strolling straight up to tug on the fabric of his hero costume, guiding his lips towards yours until they crashed into one another.

His hands moved on their own accord, gravitating towards the supple flesh of your ass. Both hands giving it a firm squeeze as he pulled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the tent that he'd already pitched in his pants.

You tugged harder at his costume, whimpering with need as you walked backwards towards the bed.

“Need you so bad,” you mewled as spun the both of you around, pushing him gently until his legs hit the bench. “Can I suck your cock, pretty please? Wanna make you feel so good tonight, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” his eyebrows knit together as he groaned and started working himself out of the material, never taking his eyes off your sweet, submissive face. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Just for you, Daddy,” the innocent smile that graced your features as you dropped to your knees in front of him sent a throbbing pulse straight to his cock.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d even been this hard. The way that you were looking up at him, your hands helping him peel away the layers that separated his cock from your warm, wet mouth, had him nearly feral before you’d even properly touched him.

“May I, Daddy? Please?” You batted your lashes, hovering your mouth just in front of his erect length, so that he could feel your warm breath fanning over it, sending an almost painful shiver up his spine.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, pushing his hands into your hair as he kicked the costume off to the side.

You braced your hands on his thighs, taking the tip into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, tasting the bit of precum that had beaded there.

He was briefly disappointed that he couldn’t see your lips wrapped around his actual cock, but proud to know that given the size of what Deku was working with, you might actually have trouble taking it if he were in the right body.

You wrapped one hand around his cock, while your lips slowly sank down his length. He inhaled sharply, all of his senses fading away as he focused on just how fucking good you were making him feel. He shut his eyes while his fingers tensed in your roots as he repressed the urge to shove his cock straight into your throat and fuck your cute little mouth until you were choking on his cum.

His jaw hung open as he groaned louder, studying your movements with intention as he responded to the way you were taking him in and out. Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as your hand gripped the base of his cock, your fingers curling underneath to massage his balls. Eyes locked with his, eagerly watching the pleasure flood his expression with each bob of your head, as if it fueled you to make him feel this good.

You looked as submissive and breedable as ever and it was driving him absolutely insane. He wanted to ruin you; he needed to. If this was going to be his only opportunity, he'd run with it and he wouldn't look back.

"Gonna let Daddy do what he wants with you tonight?" He brought a hand to your breast, palming it through the elegant lace that restrained it, coaxing your nipples to harden at his touch before he tugged at it.

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned needily as you came up for air, your chin glistening with spit as your hand continued to pump his length. "I'll do anything for you."

“Mmc’mere then, baby,” he seized your hand, bringing you to your feet, only to sit down on the bench and pull you between his parted legs. “Wanna play with that pretty little pussy of yours,” he slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing circles against your folds.

You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your knees already shaking as he pulled your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles while he began teasing your clit. He slipped two fingers inside with ease, sighing at the glorious feeling of your slick walls pulsing around his digits.

“So fuckin’ wet, ready to take this cock already, aren’t cha’?” He smirked, snaking an arm around your hips, lifting you just enough to settle you on his lap, your heat hovering just above his swollen head as your knees pressed into the plush fabric and you shed your bra.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewled, moaning in his ear as your hips bucked impatiently, “Please, give it to me, Daddy,” the whine that followed your words escalated into a cry as he gripped your hips, sinking you down onto his length.

A strangled growl left his throat as he guided your motions, watching your pussy drip around his cock as you bounced up and down with practiced ease. His lips found your breasts, attaching to one and swiping his tongue around your sensitive nipple as he closed his eyes.

Your soft tits in his face, the beautiful sound of your moans echoing around the bedroom, the velvety feel of your walls squeezing his cock. It was all so intense. He didn’t want this to be over too soon, but you were moving so quickly, relentlessly chasing your release, so he helped you get there, rubbing circles on your clit while his teeth gently tugged at your nipples, speaking sinful words to coax you over the precipice.

“You gonna cream on my cock, princess? Gonna show me what a good little whore you are?” He noticed the surprise on your face as the words left his lips.

Deku probably didn’t use those types of names in the bedroom, he supposed, but you didn’t seem to hate it. The way you clenched tighter around his cock made him think you probably fucking liked it, because of course you did, you were perfect. But now he wanted to know what else you liked.

He leaned back, shuffling his hips forward so you lost your leverage and he was the one completely in control, “Is that what you are, baby? Daddy’s good little slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried, grasping for something to cling onto and settling for raking your nails down his chest.

His hands gripped your ass as he thrusted upwards into you, picking up the pace as he gave a sharp smack to one cheek, “Want you to fuckin’ scream when you cum all over this dick. Tell everybody who the fuck is making you feel so goddamn good. Understand me?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Your voice broke as your vision whited out, ears buzzing as waves of intense pleasure washed over you. “‘Zuku!”

A pang hit his chest as he remembered himself. How he wasn’t himself right now. But the sting only lasted for a moment before it was overtaken by the euphoria that your spasming walls sent him into.

He grunted, his hips stuttering, “Shit, baby,” he muttered as he continued to fuck up into you, guiding you both through your release as you laid against his chest, his arms enveloping you.

You laid there for a beat afterwards, silently recovering your senses until you stirred on top of him to dismount and crawl into the bed, reaching out a hand and making a little grabbing motion, beckoning him to join you.

It was almost enough to give him whiplash, how fast you could go from sinfully seductive to adorably innocent. Who was he to refuse you?

He turned and crawled on all fours into the bed, marveling at your form as he climbed over you, caging you in as your fingertips trailed up his arms. The soft expression on your face inspiring butterflies to flutter about in the pit of his stomach.

How did this make him so nervous compared to what the two of you had just done? Why is this what got to him?

“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, kind eyes peering up at him as your hands came to rest behind his neck.

Fuck. He should’ve seen this coming, but it’d never really been part of any of his after sex routines. He was almost afraid, but he couldn’t admit that to himself.

Nor could he admit that he actually meant it when he whispered back, “I love you too.”

“What got into you tonight? I mean I know it’s been a while and I’ve been pretty pent up, but I didn’t realize you had that in you.” You pulled him in, kissing him gently as he laid down beside you, folding an arm over your waist, while he propped himself up on the other.

Been a while? How long? How did that damn nerd not fuck you every single day? How did he ever leave you alone?

“I, uh,” he shrugged, studying your face, trying to focus on the conversation instead of just how beautiful you looked this close up. “I’m not sure. Did you like it, though? I mean, are you all right? I didn’t spank you too hard or get too mean, did I?”

“No, no,” you smiled, putting an arm behind his head to play idly with the soft green curls on his scalp. “I really liked it, actually. Maybe we could try more of that sometime? I think I could handle more than what you did tonight.”

“I’m sure you could,” he voiced his thoughts out loud, chuckling quietly as a soft smirk lingered on his lips. “We can do whatever you wanna do, princess. Anything for you.”

“Princess, hmm? I think you’ve been spending too much time with Bakugou.” You giggle and for a second, he’s afraid he’s been found out.

“Oh, ha, yeah. Maybe I have. Sorry,” he pauses. What the fuck does he call you?? It’s some dumb shit, isn’t it? Ah, that’s right. “Puppy.” The word leaving his tongue is nearly enough to make him cringe.

“Princess is fine too,” you shrug, “I kinda like it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he studies your face, watching your eyes as they fixate on the tuft of hair that you keep toying with. It’s relaxing. The subtle, soothing shivers your actions send down his spine as the rhythm of your quiet breathing is the only sound left in the room.

He wishes he could lay here forever, but he doesn’t know when his time with you will be up. So he seizes another opportunity.

“Have I ever told you about the crush Ba--ah, Kacchan, had on you?”

Your eyes pull back to his, narrowing in intrigue, “No? He had a crush on me?”

“Yeah, all through college, I think.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I had no idea. I thought he hated me right up until we got married, actually.”

You laughed, but it broke his heart a little. Hated you? How could he?

“Why?” He reminded himself to watch his tone. That came off a little too defensive, but if you noticed, you didn’t comment.

“He was a bit of a jerk? Granted, that was more after we started dating, I guess. In hindsight, that would make sense. He’s never been one to handle his emotions well, huh?”

Another blow to the chest. He didn’t ever mean to treat you poorly at all. He was pissed that Deku had gotten to you before he found the nerve to, but he hadn’t meant to take that out on you.

“No,” he looked down, grinning lop-sidedly. “He hasn't.”

“You know, I actually had a crush on him too, as dumb as it sounds,” he snaps his eyes up to your face and you clarify, “Before we got together, of course.”

“Oh,” he nods, “Right. Yeah, no, it’s--I mean, we’re married. It’s fine, babe. You really had a crush on him though?”

“Yeah and I couldn’t tell you why,” you laugh. “Maybe it was my rebellious phase. I’m sure if I had brought him home, my mother would have lost her damn mind.”

“She probably would have,” he chuckled half-heartedly, swallowing the swords that he wanted to spew to find the words that Deku would use instead. “Well, I’m pretty happy with how things worked out.”

“Me too,” you grin, reaching a hand up to hold his jaw in your hand as you sit up, laying him on his back, so that you can hover over him. “Thank you for tonight. I know things have been a little distant between us, but I’m glad that you’re trying. I appreciate it, Izuku.”

Fuck. The sense of guilt that he’d been holding off was creeping back in. This was the dumbest fucking thing he’d ever done. It had to be. What could he do now? You were going to find out eventually, weren’t you? Surely, you’d mention this to Deku tomorrow. All of it.

He was thinking with his dick when he walked in, but now he was afraid of hurting you. Not just by revealing how he’d obviously betrayed your trust. Now that he thought about it, this was--definitely not okay? Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up. Because on top of that, now you think you’ve had some sort of breakthrough with your husband, who wouldn’t know what the fuck you were talking about whenever he got back into his own body?

He didn’t know what to do. He was panicking. He was blanking. He wasn’t thinking when he said, “I-I’m not Izuku.”

“What?” Your face went stark white as you scrambled away from him. He reached out to you, instinctively, wanting to soothe the hurt that he knew he’d helped cause. “Who the fuck are y--Bakugou?”

Gathering the sheets around you, you curled up on the far side of the bed, shrinking away from him as he puts his hands up.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m--I don’t even know what to fuckin’ say. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What the fuck happened? Where’s my husband?” Tears were welling in your eyes as you held your hand out, activating your quirk to levitate a stack of heavy books from the bedside table.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look, I’d never hurt you and Deku’s fine!” He held his hands higher, “This was his dumb fuckin’ idea.”

You lowered the books, clutching both hands around the sheets as you looked at him skeptically, “What was his idea? What in the fuck happened?”

“We got hit by a body-switching quirk,” he sighs, lowering his hands. “They don’t know anything about it. Couldn’t tell us when it would wear off. His dumb ass insisted that I should just come here and pretend to be him, so that you wouldn’t worry. And my dumb ass took advantage of the situation. I was thinking with my dick and I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t mean to--fuck, please, don’t cry, princess,” he looks at you regretfully, watching tears stream over your cheeks as you furiously wipe them away.

“You’re gonna think I’m a fucking idiot, but it’s not you I’m upset with,” you scoff. “What you did was fucked up.” You narrow your eyes briefly in his direction, “But I’m more upset that I think he used this as an excuse to avoid me.”

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Why the fuck would he want to avoid you? You guys always look so fuckin’ perfect together. Like you’re living on Cloud Nine all the damn time.”

You laugh, but it’s void of joy and full of bitterness, “Yeah, he’s a real good actor. Guess I am too.” You shake your head, looking away as you try to dry your eyes. “I love him. Fuck, do I love him. But lately, he hasn’t touched me. Hasn’t talked to me the way he used to. He still treats me fine and I’m sure it’s just because he’s so busy now that he’s finally just made it to Number One, but,” you shrug, “It hurts, you know? He used to act like that all the time. He’d dote on me hand and foot. I never asked him to or expected him to; he just did it. But now, it’s like it’s only for the cameras.”

A new wave of sobs wracks through you as you curl your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your bury your face, speaking through muffled cries, “I told myself that it might be like this when he got the news that he’d made it and that I should just give him so some space and time to adjust, maybe it’s just me being selfish, but I-I just feel like,” you sniffle, looking back up and to Bakugou, disguised as your husband. “Sometimes, I feel like he doesn’t want me anymore. He’s never said so and I like to think that he’s trying, but after feeling set aside for so many months, I just can’t help but wonder.”

His heart was bleeding now. Having been ripped open by your display of emotion. He still didn’t know what to say, but he could try. He had to, for you.

“He loves you,” he reaches out a hand tentatively, rubbing your arm gently when you don’t pull away and you lean into him. “He does. He just,” he pauses, thinking of the right words. “He gets too caught up sometimes. He’s done it before and he doesn’t mean to. His tunnel vision gets the best of him. I know everyone thinks the bastard’s flawless, but obviously you and I know better. He’s finally achieved this big dream of his and he’s lost focus on what really matters, but he’ll find it again.”

You nod, wiping away more tears with the sheets balled up in your hands as he continues, smiling apologetically, “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for expecting your husband to act like your fucking husband. Listen, if you want, I’ll knock some fuckin’ sense into him for ya, because he’s missing out right now.” He smiles as you let out a quiet laugh that actually has some sincerity to it. “You aren’t meant to be an afterthought. You’re not just a priority when it’s convenient enough for him. Tell that asshole to treat you like his wife before you’re someone else’s.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you swipe the last of your tears off your cheek, holding your knees to your chest as you look at him.

“It’s never easy telling someone how you feel. I know, ” he forces a smile. “But you gotta do it, for your own sake at least.”

“Surprisingly sage words coming from you,” you muse, staring into the white sheets pooled around your legs.

“Everyone has their moments,” he exhales, shifting himself over to the edge of the bed. “I also had a pretty low one tonight, so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait,” you call, shuffling over to him as you try to keep the sheet pulled over you.

He glances over his shoulder at you.

“Could you, uh, stay?” You ask sheepishly. “Again, I don’t exactly wanna condone what you did, but also, I could argue that you were just doing what Izuku asked you to. And I—don’t judge me for sounding so pathetic, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how touch-starved I am, so if you wouldn’t mind, maybe we co—,”

“I’ll stay,” he nods, looking down into your eyes. “You never need to give me a reason, princess.”

“Thank you,” you blush, looking down as you sit against the headboard. “Could you grab me a t-shirt and some panties? They’re both in those top two drawers over there.

You gesture toward the set of drawers along the wall and he nods and he stands, collecting the garments and tossing them onto the bed before turning around.

“Thank you,” you say again, climbing out of bed to quickly pull the clothing on. “You’re good. His, uh, his boxers are in the top of that one.”

You tilt your head toward another set of drawers, set beside the first and he retrieves a pair to slip into before climbing back into the bed, sitting beside you, entirely unsure of how to proceed.

“So, uh,” you break the uncomfortable silence, “you had a crush on me?”

He shakes his head, scoffing at his own stupidity, “Have,” he admits. “I still have a little crush on you, I guess.”

“I thought as much,” you nod, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, so I understand if you wanna go.”

“I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you tonight.” He states matter-of-factly. “I said I’d stay. You don’t need to spare my feelings, Princess. I’m fine, really.”

“Are you sure?” You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest told fold his other arm over you.

“I’m sure,” he confirms. “I’m just doin’ what Deku asked me to, right?”

He smirks and you laugh, relaxing into his embrace, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You know, he actually told me pretty specifically not to sleep with you. Even if you tried.” He glanced down at you, “Said you were ‘insatiable’ sometimes.”

“Insatiable?” You scoff indignantly, “The last time we fucked was literally after the last Billboards. Pardon me for asking for the dick a little aggressively.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? That was 4 months ago.” He looked indignant for you.

“I know, I’ve counted.” You roll your eyes. “Probably just said so, because he knew I would try. You know how many sets of lingerie and stupid little outfits and toys I’ve bought trying to entice him? I sit on that stupid fuckin’ bench at least three times a week trying to get his attention.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face contorted in frustration, “You fuckin’ what? Does he—does that asshole really not realize how lucky he is?”

“Well, it feels nice to hear you say that, at least.”

He holds you a little tighter, tracing idle shapes into your arm as he sinks you both further into the bed, so that you’re laying beside one another. You bring your thigh up to rest on top of his as your hand lays on his chest.

“It’s gonna work out,” he murmurs into your hair. “Even if I have to physically remove his head from his ass.”

“At this point, I might like to see that,” you giggle, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his head as he tucks you under his chin with a half smile.

A few moments of silence pass by before he finds the nerve to ask, “So you had a crush on me?”

You press your lips together, mindlessly tapping your fingertips on his chest, “I plead the fifth,” you whisper.

“I’ll remember that,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your temple that makes your ears burn.

“So you, uhm, you don’t know when you’ll switch back? Like, if it’ll happen overnight or?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Dumbasses at the scene said they didn’t have a clue how it worked. I guess no one’s seen anything like it before, so your guess is as good as mine. Why? Ya gonna miss me in the mornin’ if I’m gone?”

“I’m once again exercising my right to silence,” you laugh quietly.

“Well, I’ll sack up and say it,” he exhales a single chuckle, “I’ll miss you, princess.”

You felt guilty. This was obviously teetering on the line of inappropriate, but at the same time, it just felt so nice to be actively wanted by somebody. To be able to banter and curl up with someone at night who didn’t seem to want to let you go.

You didn’t want to think about it. The guilt or the whirlwind that had just torn through your evening. You just wanted to feel wanted as you drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Katsuki,” you slipped your arm completely over his torso, pressing a single kiss to his collarbone.

He felt his heart stir at the use of his first name. You hadn’t ever used it to refer to him before, but he didn’t dare let himself read any further into that.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

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The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his own alarm clock and bolted upright, immediately looking beside him to find that he was the only one tucked into the black sheets that adorned his bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “Alexa, shut the fuck up.”

The alarm ceased, but another sound poked at the thin veil of his early-morning patience. He felt around beneath the sheets to find his phone, seeing endless notifications of text messages, all from Deku.

It was inevitable, he’d figured that much already, but one message in particular caught his eye.

Deku: Have you seen Y/n this morning?

Now he was concerned. He furiously skimmed through the other messages.

Deku: She wasn’t home when I got up.

Deku: No note or anything. She was here last night right?

Deku: Kacchan answer your phone

Deku: I’m worried about her.

Deku: What the hell did you do? You didn’t sleep with her, did you?

Deku: Look, please don’t tell anyone, but we’ve been having a couple of issues lately. I don’t think she would leave without telling me though, even if she were upset.

A knock at the door tore his attention away. If that was Deku, honestly, he might not be able to refrain from punching him straight in the face. He bounded to the door, muttering about how fucking stupid this whole situation had gotten, before opening the door and being stunned into silence at your appearance.

You smiled seductively, looking him over as he stood in the doorframe, clad only in a pair of sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips, and untied the front of the wrap dress that you wore, flashing him the orange lingerie that was concealed underneath.

“Did you miss me?”

Part Two

[druigsfavwitch]

Only you, my girl- Druig x Reader

requested- nope i was just looking for an imagine like this and i couldn't find one so i wrote one

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summary- the reader is a fellow eternal and goddess of magic and in the battle she gets blasted away and druig gets upset. turns out, his girl can hold her own

warnings: some cuss words, spoilers again for the movie, a tiny bit of angst, mostly fluff word count- 675

spoilers are below so read at your own risk. i'm warning you

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You all were standing on the beach, discussing the plan again. Druig was going to put the celestial to sleep to stop the emergence. What they didn't see coming was Ikaris. He was flying towards Druig. You broke free of your hold and knocked him away from Druig.

He flew across the sand and looked at who hit him. You turned to him and your eyes flashed gold. He immediately shot laser beams of of his eyes. You ran and turned into a huge wolf. You jumped on rocks and managed to jump up and grab his leg, pulling him down to the ground.

The others had broken the hold and watched as you fought Ikaris, the man you treated as a brother. Makkari sped over to lend a helping hand. After he slammed on the ground, you turned back into your normal form.

"We trusted you! How could you!" You picked him up and threw him at a rock. You started throwing energy blasts at him while Makkari made sure he stayed on the ground. Druig watched with Sersi in amazement. Thena and Phastos came over as well and watched.

Somehow, makkari got punched, sending her flying and resulting in Ikaris getting up. "I do not want to do this Y/n. You were like a sister to me." He blasted you in your eyes, causing you to scream in pain and gave him time to blast you yards away into a rock, causing them to fall on top of you.

Makkari let out a scream, Sersi's eyes got big and she covered her  mouth. Everyone was in shock. Druig was pissed. He called out to Ikaris. "You bitch! Come down here and fight me." Ikaris blasted him and was about to do it again when he heard rocks move.

He looked and saw the rocks get blasted away. He couldn't see anything except a big ball of light. The ball of light flew towards him and kicked him. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the pain. He looked back at the light and saw it was diming and saw you. Your hair was glowing and your eyes were gold. "Never mess with a goddess." You blasted him, stunning him and started attacking him from all angles.

After a good few punches and blasts, you backed up and closed your eyes, causing more power to rise, making you glow brighter. You looked down at him as you raised him higher. "You will always be my brother but you've hurt me. And that is unforgivable." You blasted him away. You, while staying in the air, dimed the glow and your eyes returned to normal you lowered yourself and you all continued the connection. Sprite ended up stabbing Sersi, for which you blasted her.

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After the emergence was stopped, You all stood on the beach. You looked at Druig and ran over to him. "My love, i was sure i lost you." He spoke and you rested your heads together. "Never. We're stuck together." He laughed and gave a genuine smile. "You're the only girl for me, my beautiful, beautiful y/n." You smiled. "And you're the only guy for me. Forever." He kissed your nose. "Forever, my love."

a/n: i've fallen for Druig and i can't get up

also, i know its short but i like it. let me know if you like it. shang-chi is next ;)