#we gave her her first DO NUTS :D

[britneyshakespeare]

For the past six months or so I keep thinking about Mermaid Man saying donuts, like, all the time

[yamysunmoon]

Princess's reward

Summary: You've been Jenna's lover for a few months now. You meet in hotel rooms whenever you can. Jenna is promoting her latest projects in Venice when you decide to pay her a visit.

Words count: 5-6k

Warnings: MDNI +18, d/s dynamic, sub! Jenna, stone top Y/N, choking, clothed sex, dirty talk, crying during sex (a little tear), praise kink, kinda bratty.

n/a: Verbal consent. First one shot in tumblr and english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

You were scrolling distractedly through social media when a notification popped on your screen. Jenna had posted photos.

More than Jenna herself, her team, you thought. Even so, you clicked immediately with a slight tension of anticipation growing in the lower part of your belly.

You watched each photograph closely. Jenna posing on that red carpet in that red dress. Her lips, also bright red, the wavy lines that traced her hair, her bangs forming a beautiful arc over her forehead. Her smooth and delicate skin, her mouth displaying that perfect and relaxed smile, those adorable dimples. You kept zooming in on each photograph when a new notification arrived. She had posted another update.

A smile was now forming on your lips. Jenna drinking coffee with those sunglasses and that t-shirt and that pose and those jeans. You remembered those photos perfectly. She had sent them to you the day before.

You sighed, looking out the airplane window. Glacing at your vintage silver wristwatch you noticed there were only 20 minutes left to reach Venice. Unable to resist the temptation, you opened your messaging app.

Hey my dear, barely 20 minutes to get to the airport.

Saw the instagram pictures btw. That dress suits you perfectly, you look beautiful.

She should still be at the interview she had told you about hours earlier, you guessed. She had sent you her full schedule as soon as she got to Venice, days ago. You loved it when she gave you all the information you needed to know where she was, and when, without even have to ask for it. Her complience made you go nuts sometimes.

You could imagine how tired she must already be, with it barely being 10 in the morning. She had been going back and forth for days promoting her new projects, attending interviews and public events of various kinds. You recalled in your mind her voice over the phone the night before, the way her raspy voice spoke to you, whispering how much she missed you and how little she could bear it. You had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

You were surprised when a vibration on your cell phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

Jenna: hey my love. Charlize will pick you up as we agreed. I think I'll be able to make it to the hotel on time. I can't wait to see you.

A sly smile graced your face. The first few times you two started texting, you were insecure about Jenna's style of writing. No emoticons, dry expressions and full stops. You soon learned a lot of things about her tho.

When she's at work and finds a few minutes to be able to text you -she makes that time to text you-, she doesn't even realize she sounds so "serious".

But then, when the nighttime comes and after taking a long bath, with her bathrobe still covering her body, she calls you, asks you animatedly how your day has been and reminds you how much she wants you, all doubts dissipate.

You decided not to reply to that message to heighten the anticipation. However, even though you were able to control yourself in action, your mind could not do the same and began to recall your previous encounters. The first time you met in that private area of one of the most exclusive clubs in L. A., when Charlize, her most trusted bodyguard, picked you up a few streets over and took you to her. How she waited for you with her legs crossed and those black stilettos, and one of her irresistible black suits.

Memories of that first night began to play out in your head without any censorship. Her sideways smiles as she teased you, the way her cheeks took on a light pale pink with the hints you murmured near her ear so she could hear you over the music. The way her nails grazed your arm for the first time, to, hours later, scratch you all over.

Her eyes, oh, her coffee brown eyes. Steaming, hot brown coffee. Chocolate eyes melting, dripping all over your body, ogling every nook and cranny and every detail they could absorb. She was looking at you in a way that you had never been looked at before.

"I'm starting to want you more than I can handle" she had whispered to you, after a couple of cocktails and too many leers. She had moved dangerously close to your ear to utter those words, then pulled away just enough to look deep into your eyes, raising her eyebrows slightly, looking down at you. A gaze that suggested some desperation and a lot of willingness to be blown away.

You then realized she was handing the power over to you. She was letting you decide if you were ready to commit to this madness with her. Things had changed since that night, but back then she was proposing that night. That's all you had: one night.

You plopped down on the headrest of your comfortable seat in the VIP area of the plane in the same way you had settled that night, months ago, on the pillows of her bed. The sensation of her warm body on yours invaded all your senses. Her legs around your torso, her hands on the back of your neck. Your hands caressing her tummy, then going from her upper back to her shoulder blades. One hand going up to her nape, pushing her to your lips. The other groping the elastic of her suit pants, asking for permission. You remembered perfectly her whisper, barely a strand of voice leaving her red, maroon lips.

"You can do whatever you want to me".

You smiled mischievously and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It wasn't really "whatever you wanted," but rather what the two of you had agreed upon in endless conversations before you started seeing eachother.

Meeting people backstage in the celebrity world had never suited you as well as when you got to meet her. A few minutes backstage at a random event, which led to following each other on Instagram, which led to getting her number, which led to intimate messages late at night.

Conversations about power, control, and seduction. You told her about submission. She started by joking about it, saying that she could never let anyone have that kind of dominance over her. She went on to say that maybe you could. She ended by asking you to accept hers.

You continued to learn about the d/s dynamic together, and agreed on initial boundaries and desires. Promises of what you could do to her, and be for her. Of the way you could put her mind and body at ease. Of the way you could set her free. And that night, in that LA hotel, you put them into practice. And boy, did you both like it.

Now you looked out the window and noticed that the hard concrete of the landing zone was getting closer and closer. You couldn't suppress a shiver that ran through your whole body, you didn't know if it was caused by the imminent landing or the imminent encounter with your precious submissive. Deep down you knew.

You walked through the front door of the hotel without any problem. The few people who should know you could pass knew that. Everything was handled as subtly as possible, protecting the privacy of the person they worked for, following her orders.

You were presented with stairs covered with a beautifully red carpeted floor. You climbed them on your way to the elevators that could be seen at the back of the entrance. One of them opened and Winona Ryder stepped out. You crossed paths but only dared to give her a brief smile, without looking directly at her. Had Jenna told her about you? You weren't used to running into celebrities from time to time. Charlize stood next to you.

“Surprised, huh?”

“She's a legend,” you said in a whisper of restrained excitement. She chuckled under her breath. She walked you to the open elevator and pressed buttons 4 and 5.

“You get off at 5. Room 513. She arrived about 15 minutes ago” she reported looking at her wristwatch. You nodded. There wasn't much more to say.

You could have engaged her in friendly conversation, but you could only watch the elevator screen indicating how you were getting on. Silently. This always happened to you; you were in that moment before you saw her in which your thoughts, actions and behavior were all directed towards her.

The doors opened on the fourth floor and Charlize said goodbye to you with a brief bow, you nodded in farewell. The doors closed and you felt yourself ascending a few more feet. Ascending towards your personal Heaven.

You stepped out of the elevator at a steady pace. You felt the weight of your whole body on your black military boots, you felt the skin rubbing against each garment you were wearing. You readjusted your watch, the one she had given you, and repositioned the necklace you were wearing, also a gift from her. Maybe she was your submissive, but you were her property.

“513” the plaque read. You gulped and touched up your hair, which you wore loose. One more shaky breath before you knocked softly on the door. Two sure knocks, as always.

“Come in” you heard from inside. Oh, that voice. You turned the doorknob without any hesitation.

You found yourself in a spacious room. The floor was covered with the same red carpet that protected the entire floor of the hotel. To your right, large windows lit up the room, but someone had already covered them with thick, translucent white curtains. In front was the king sized bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The room was chaste and classically decorated, in the most typical Viennese style.

It didn't take you long to notice that just before the bed someone had placed a low table that probably wasn't meant to be there. On it various plates with fresh fruit, freshly baked croissants and macarons in various pastel shades.

From your left you heard the sound of water running. You approached. To the right was a dressing room, and to the left was the door leading to the bathroom. A half-open door separated you from your girl.

“Babe, can i come in?”

“No!” she reacted instantly. “Give me a few minutes” the sound water running ceased. ”Go eat something, I got it for you.”

“Okay milady” you replied teasingly, earning a short sardonic laugh from her. She would always need to be fully prepared before seeing you, everytime to met. You found it really cute, yet kinda incomprehensible.

You would remind her that you had already seen her without all of that, without being THE Jenna Ortega, but simply Jenna, she would just smile shyly and confess that she wanted to be perfect for you. “At least before you ruin me completely” she used to add.

You went back to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. You smiled as you realized that Jenna had wanted to place the table as close to the bed as possible. You both knew brunch wouldn't last long.

You had caught quite a few planes for her lately, and she always greeted you with a big feast of her own preparation. You decided to grab a fresh strawberry from the fruit platter, feeling its juices expand in your mouth. You wanted to have the perfect taste when Jenna came out of that bathroom.

Strolling your gaze around the suite, you noticed a scarlet red suit folded on a chair, along with underwear and black platform heels resting next to it. You didn't have time to discover much more before you heard the door open. A broad smile appeared on your lips as soon as you saw her.

She was wearing a black and red plaid corset and matching skirt. Her hair fell straight and shiny over her shoulders, and a deep red lipstick highlighted her lips. She looked at you with those dark eyes, adorned with a subtle touch of eyeliner and mascara.

“Sorry babe, you know i don't usually keep you waiting”. Finally, her voice came directly to your ears, without having to go miles from cell phone to cell phone.

Your eyes sparkled. "This time I'll give it to you," you conceded, assuming that slightly permissive role she liked so much on occasions like that. Your rules were strict but you both got a kick out of cheating from time to time.

You remained motionless as he approached you. Only a small twinkle in her eyes gave her away. She came closer until she was standing in front of you and your hands were resting on the bed. You looked down at her. She looked back at you and smiled showing those beautiful teeth.

An almost imperceptible nod from her gave you permission to wrap your arms around her waist in a needy embrace. You rested your head on her abdomen and it wasn't long before you noticed her hands stroking your silky hair.

“Ugh... how I've missed you” you confessed against the fabric. Your choked voice rumbling against her gut. She breathed in deeply in a way you interpreted as relief. You heard the air rush into her body.

“You're finally here” she sounded calm, peaceful. At ease.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on her belly. With your hands you caressed her lower back. She looked down at you from above and smiled. “You look incredible” you spoke softly, as if you wanted to prevent anyone from overhearing you.

Everyone, literally the whole universe knows that Jenna Ortega is gorgeous and looks amazing, but no one was lucky enough to contemplate her as you were at that moment.

“That's why I like to get ready before seeing you,” she said insightfully. You smiled slightly and your hands descended to her ass, which you squeezed gently. She gasped and closed her eyes. Involuntarily she moved her hips towards you. You rested your forehead on her skirt and breathed in her scent. That expensive and elegant perfume mixed with her own scent emanating from her skin....

“Let's eat something” she proposed pulling away from you abruptly and sitting down next to you. You blinked several times and looked at her. She was smiling flirtatiously. She loved to keep you waiting.

She decided on one of the freshly made croissants and that's when she saw the bitten strawberry on the table. She rose her gaze back at you. “Are they yummy?” she then noticed your lips, reddened by the juice of the fruit.

“Try it yourself” you challenged her. She raised her eyebrows. She seemed to hesitate for a few seconds during which she alternated looking into your eyes and at your lips. She half-opened her own, surely imagining your taste in those moments. Finally, she took a bite of her croissant and chewed slowly. Then she offered you a piece. “Try this and I'll try the strawberries” she resolved. Captivated by her charm, you laughed at her joke and agreed.

You switched the sour taste of the red fruit and the enveloping sweetness of the croissants with a relaxed conversation. She asked how your flight went and wanted to know more about everything that had happened to you in the previous days. Every evening you talked on the phone but she was usually too tired to pick up specifics. Then you asked her about the interview, which had been with Winona and you also talked a bit about her.

You loved the way her eyes sparkled in admiration of her partner. She kept yapping about her co-workers and the movies they both liked, smiling sideways when she remembered funny anecdotes on set, frowned adorably when reminiscing about confusing and amusing moments and she giggled softly when you blurted out wry and witty remarks.

You were drawn towards her. Everything she did seemed appealing to you. Every move, every gaze, every smile. The way she gestured with her hands, how she crossed and uncrossed her legs, how she tilted her head, and how she scrunched her nose. The freckles that dotted her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose called to you, it was urgent to kiss them. She kept talking but your attention had reached its limit.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at you. A teasing smile decorated her appetizing lips. “What are you doing so close?” she inquired curiously, looking you up and down. You then realized how close you have got without even thinking it through. It was quite literally that you were drawn towards her. Like the Earth is drawn towards the Sun.

You let out an airy laugh. “I didn't even realized” you confessed amused, running your gaze over her torso. That damn corset was distracting you. She smiled sideways, revealing a lovely dimple. God, Jenna and her dimples.

You watched every detail of her face closely before finally looking into her eyes. You were getting closer and closer. Yet she wasn't moving an inch. There was nothing she liked more than to tease you until you took the initiative. There was nothing she liked more than to show herself completely ready for you. Waiting for you.

After a few torturous seconds that felt like forever, Jenna looked at your lips. She licked her lower lip lightly, and the warm pink of her tongue contrasted with the maroon of her lips. Her gaze returned to yours, locked together.

And finally, a slight, very slight nod subtly ruffled the strands of her bangs. You gasped. You had permission. You couldn't wait any longer.

You ended the distance between the both of you and drew her closer by resting your hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in a demanding gesture until your lips met at last. You made a superhuman effort to stifle a moan of satisfaction. She, however, did not hold back and let it out, free, from between her teeth, as her lips parted allowing your tongue to conquer her mouth.

You engaged in a wet, perfectly pulsating kiss. Your kiss swayed between a sweet, rhythmic softness and an anxious, slightly desperate depth. Jenna pulled her body closer to yours and placed her hands on your abdomen, pulling your shirt towards her. She needed you, she needed you badly, but you wouldn't touch her until she begged.

You kept kissing her, wanting to express the latter with your lips, and she was quick to get the message. You could feel the trembling in her hands gripping your shirt, and your bodies were so close that you could feel her thighs coming together and parting just enough, in an urgent gesture.

Your breaths were quickening, so you slowed down the kiss. Your tongues caressed each other and she relaxed her whole body, welcoming you into her mouth, letting you take control. Your hand was still on the back of her neck, guiding her and turning her head slightly at your whim. She kept tugging at your shirt, tugging at you. She wanted you all over her.

Her breathing kept quickening even though your gestures were slow. You kept each other at bay. She would decide the starting gun, but nothing else would happen unless you dictated it. You were kissing her lips carefully when she parted only a few millimeters.

The look she gave you seemed even sad. “Y/N. Please. I beg of you. I want you so much i'm about to cry.”

Her eyebrows rose through the thickest area in an almost pathetic gesture of desperation. Her eyes were watery, dulling her already smoldering brown gaze. The brown of her iris was actually darker at that moment, like a beautiful pyrope stone.

You were lost in her gaze as she alternated looking at you in one eye and the other, in silent questioning. Her lower lip trembled with frustration. You almost felt sorry for her, how much she wanted you.

“Can I take you, then?” you asked at last, controlling the tremor in your voice admirably. You were dying for her too, but you had to show temperance for both your sakes. You were the one who held you both as you fell into the void. You had to be. She had to be able to fall into you. And there was nothing you longed for more.

She nodded fervently. You raised an eyebrow and lowered your head slightly in a serious gesture. “Are you capable of handling me?” you inquired insistently. Her hands, which had remained loyally attached to your shirt, ascended to your shoulders. You glanced sideways at them before looking at her again.

“I am ready to have you” she assured in a sentencing tone.

You looked into each other's eyes and found it. That look in her iris. That way in which, paradoxical as it seemed, she was able to demand that you possess her. Her way of offering you her submission, in the most dominant way.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds before you pounced on her like a predator on its prey. Your hands traveled to her waist lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as your tongues met again.

You held her firmly and carefully, but dropped her onto the mattress allowing her body to crash against it. Her eyes widened in a gesture somewhere between surprise and excitement. In the process of the fall she was forced to release her grip on your shoulders, and now her hands held her on her palms. You watched her as you kneeled on the bed. She placed her legs on the sides of your body, tilted her head and raised an eyebrow delightfully. She smiled showing her teeth a little.

There was something so romantic about her submission to you. The way she surrendered not just her body but her whole being to you. The way her eyes looked at you, through you, not just with lust but with complete trust.

You would do anything for her.

You crawled up to her and kissed her again, slowly. She lifted her hips toward your body. You put a hand on her waist and pushed her back on the mattress, firmly. She stifled a moan into your mouth. She finally agreed to lie down and you directed both hands to the belt of her skirt. She put a hand on your chest, you stopped instantly in anticipation of some boundary. Instead, she parted just enough to look at you. “Maybe that's not necessary” she suggested in a seductive smile.

You scrutinized explanation in her gaze with a frown, confused. She lowered her gaze to her skirt in response. Could it be...?

With your hands you descended to her thighs, which you squeezed, and went upwards. She raised her knees, bent her legs, and spread them. You looked at her as your hands slipped under her skirt. You stifled a deep sigh as you found her luscious wetness already bathing her labia majora and even a bit of her groin. No panties. You pulled one hand out to grab her neck in a passionate kiss, while the other yielded to her charms and began to give her exactly what she needed.

“Baby, how wet you are...” you praised between kisses. You kept holding her neck in a solid gesture and she placed her hand over yours. You squeezed lightly, fulfilling her silent wish. The cold metal of your watch contrasted with her warm skin.

“All because of you. Its-for y-you. My beloved” she admitted worshipping you with that hard, wet look. Your massage on her cunt deepened.

“Do you respect me so much? Are you so obedient?"

She nodded and pressed your hand. You squeezed a little tighter, testing her limits. You weren't kissing her now, she needed to breathe. You both knew that if you kissed her the air could barely cross her throat, and yet she raised her head, longing for your lips on her.

You kept looking at her, waiting for something more. Your hand was still working under her skirt and her hips followed your rhythm with gusto. Was there anything she wouldn't do for you?

“I want...” you began, and your thumb ran along her cheekbone, her smooth skin. She watched your lips listening to every word you uttered. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to see how much you want me in you. You have to earn it.”

Her lips opened slightly, letting in air. She was breathing through her mouth, and as you loosened your grip thinking maybe it was too much, her hand squeezed yours again.

“I can do it” she assured referring to both your command and your grip. She then released your hand and began to roam her own body with it, descending to under her skirt. Her gaze descended with it and you could appreciate the length of her thick eyelashes. She began to stroke her clit while you focused on massaging her entrance in circles. “I can do this and much more, as long as I have you...” she breathed ‘in me" she looked up into your eyes.

You finally broke the distance that separated the both of you so you could kiss her face. She closed her eyes tightly trying to manage your caresses, your kisses and your strong grip on her neck. She closed them so tightly that a furtive tear escaped from her tear duct. You kissed her, her salty desire made liquid reaching your lips.

“Precious princess...” you whispered, and kissed her chin. She lifted it a little so you could continue touching it with your lips, and in those she slightly moved her whole body as well. She unintentionally brushed a knee against your crotch. You jumped with a start and opened your eyes instantly.

“S-sorry, didn't mean to-”

“It's okay. You may touch me” your voice was hoarse and your eyes had probably darkened, the way she was looking at you. Her free hand ascended to the nape of your neck and caressed under your jaw. You nodded to underline your conviction, so she moved her leg again without taking her eyes off you. You adjusted yourself against her knee until the friction was perfect. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Jenna knew she couldn't stimulate your cunt directly. You had always been very clear about this, and she had always respected it. On occasions like that, however, even a girl like you would welcome a touch like that, over your clothes.

You needed no more to feel yourself melting over her. You released your hand from her neck, much to her disgrace, and kissed her deeply. You lowered your kisses to her neck and noticed that there was a shallow reddish imprint of your fingers. You stopped your kisses. “It can be hidden with makeup, Y/N” she resolved, reading your thoughts. “Please don't stop” she whispered. You smiled and drew a line of saliva down her neck, the muscles of which ticked as she lifted her head to receive you.

Underneath her skirt, your fingers were still massaging her without entering her yet.

She was rubbing urgently. “Slow down” you commanded. “You are not coming till I say so” you reminded her.

She gave you an annoyed, almost hateful look, drawing a sly laugh from you. “Damn you...” she muttered coming closer to your mouth. You pulled away a little preventing her from kissing you.

“Uh?” you stopped your touch on her cunt and with your fingertips you traced her labia minora at a torturous slowness. “What did you say?” you lifted your hips pulling your own crotch away from her knee.

You could see how much of an effort she had to make in order to stay still . She gulped, alarmed.

“I apologize,” she said instantly. “Damn me. Ruin me, Y/N.”

“Are you going to behave?” you asked somewhat angrily. A mixture of indignation and disapproval permeated your words.

“Yes” she granted instantly. “I can prove it to you” she added, willingly. She was trying to convince you. "Please, forgive me".

You moved closer to her and she looked at your lips. You rested your crotch on her knee again and she let out a sigh of relief over you.

“I know you can do it. But are you going to?” you inquired feigning skepticism. Now that you were close, you noticed she had stopped masturbating. You knew then that she wouldn't continue until you told her to.

“Yes, my beloved. I am going to do whatever it takes to fulfill your desires” she pledged complacently.

You granted her a laddish smile at last and resumed your massage on her body. “That's how I like it, my princess... You look so gorgeous when you are this obedient” you reaffirmed satisfied, indeed.

You continued your touch whispering praises, massaging her tits with your free hand, over the corset. She removed her hand from your neck and grabbed the fabric of her corset. She looked up at you, “Pull it a little down for me” you whispered. She managed to pull it back just enough for her dark areolas and erect nipples to show themselves to you.

You contemplated her for a few seconds, she moved her fingers over her chest in a distracted gesture. She adored being admired by you.

“Beautiful creature... Show yourself to me” you demanded in a hoot. She lifted her head almost instinctively, as if it were possible to expose herself further.

You attacked her skin with restrained excitement, it was hard to hold back when she got like this. Her collarbone ready to be bitten by you, her breasts exposed and her clothes still covering her body, but with nothing to hide. You ran all over her chest drawing incomprehensible strokes with your lips to anyone but the two of you. You whispered praises incessantly, and she answered with moans of pleasure and choked moans.

“Don't hold it back. Don't hold yourself back, princess. Give it all to me” you encouraged her. “Gorgeous girl...” you continued, and this was the only time she allowed herself to interrupt you.

“Your gorgeous girl” she shamelesly corrected you in a desperate whine. “Your gorgeous girl. As you are my beloved, i'm yours. Im enterely yours.”

She dared to look at you shyly suddenly, for she knew she was bordering on the limits of your agreement. “My beloved lover” she said anyway. She was submitting to you in the most vulnerable way. And oh, she was getting rewarded.

You smiled softly and entered her in response. She closed her eyes and threw her head back moaning your name. She kept whispering that she was yours as you kissed her and she rode you, wiggling her hips deliciously against your fingers.

As she wiggled she massaged your cunt with her knee. You also moved against her, slowly feeling the consciousness leave your body. You attacked her tits, her chest and her neck in equal parts. You caressed her whole body and the cold metal of your watch caressed her curves. Your silver pendant brushed against her skin. She trembled beneath you, closer and closer to the precipice.

Your hand ascended to her collarbone and she caressed your palm, closing her eyes and sighing completely transfixed.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked at you. She was watching you in a way that only she could see you.

“Time stops when we are together” she confided to you in a tone of secrecy. At that moment she was caressing your watch. “I bought you this watch so you could count minutes while we are appart. But it all dissapear when we meet”.

Your fingers were deep in her, you moved in and out slowly and carefully, just as her words were coming out of her mouth. She let out a moan from the effort, she was having a hard time holding on, she wouldn't last much longer.

She looked at you again and it was all it took for her to take the watch from you in a single gesture. In a mocking fit, she held it between her teeth smiling at you. She raised an eyebrow. Irresistible.

“My gorgeous girl. Mine” you dared to say. She half opened her mouth in wonder, and the watch fell to her neck. You brushed your nose against hers in a barely perceptible caress. A delicate display of affection as, under her skirt, your fingers moved in and out of her inner lips at their whim, at just the right speed and pressure. You swayed against her knee and her hand rubbed her clitoris eagerly.

“Am i touching myself how you want me to?” she asked as she realized you noticed her speed.

You nodded and penetrated her as deep as you could. “Yes, princess. You're behaving so well for me. You're making me feel so good... Are you gonna cum?"

“I'm so close” she assured closing her eyes. You took her chin and she opened her eyes. “I'm gonna stop if you quit looking at me. Don't stop looking at me.” She bit her lower lip, looked at your lips and stifled a moan of frustration.

“I don't want to lose detail of your expression when you cum” you admitted in a whisper. She agreed with a look.

“Please, please Y/N... Kiss me afterwards” was all she asked.

“Of course, my dear” you granted instantly. She was your spoiled princess.

Her body trembled barely a minute later and she let herself be carried away by you as she drenched your fingers in a glorious orgasm. You rubbed against her until you released yourself, and continued to wiggle against her as you kissed her, as she requested. You slowly pulled out of her and interrupted your kiss to take your fingers into your mouth. You sucked them down their full length under her watchful and satisfied gaze.

“Hm... So Delicious” you praised, once again.

She gave you one of her irrisistible smiles.

"Just for you".

[endereies]

BREAK UP DRUG - MS - PART 2

No Nut November - Day 23

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ When you stay over at the triplet's house, you confront Matt

Part 1

“He what.” You were sat down in between Nick and Chris, tears forming in your eyes anytime you uttered his name.

“He didn’t even say why! Just that he couldn’t tell me. Did I do something?” Solemn gasps pass your lips as you begin to sob once more. It didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Skin had been scratched on your wrists, a sign of the failed grasp you had on him. It was just too much now.

The brothers gave a knowing glance to each other while you sniffled into your jumper. For the first time in months, it wasn’t Matt’s.

“D-do either of you know why…?” The look on your face shattered them, of course they knew why, but like Matt, they couldn’t tell you. “I’m sorry, we have no idea, we can try and talk with him?”

Nick’s voice was promising, a chance to get an explanation, anything. That was enough for now. Chris quickly got up to grab some tissues and chocolate he had stored in the fridge and handed it to you. With gratitude, you smiled up at him. Your voice couldn’t be trusted to be coherent.

Eventually, you fell silent, laying against the cushions of the couch. Sniffles grew quiet and you just stared at nothing. Chris and Nick were alongside you the entire time but they knew you needed space.

“Hey…kid? Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Soft eyes looked up to Nick as he offered you a safe space. “Shouldn’t I get home, what about Matt?”

“He said he was busy tonight, but it is up to you.”

The nails of your fingers protruded the underneath of others as you came to a decision. It was like part of you wanted to leave this place and never come back, but it was all you knew. Your home felt a little too empty, too quiet. “Yes please…”

“Alright, you know where everything is, I’ll see you in the morning.” The triplet just looked at you pitifully, not envying you situations.

Hours flew by and by surprise, you fell asleep. The comfort in familiarity brought you to ease. Until voices woke you up.

“Are you fucking serious, Matt! You love that girl. You didn’t think to talk to either of us about it?” It was Chris, angry. Matt’s name sobered your thoughts, and you sat up quickly. Surely you were still dreaming…

Nick lied peacefully beside you, his glasses shining against the hallway light. It fell silent until Matt spoke up.

“Of course I love her, do you think I fucking stopped? I was prepared to do anything for her, so I did.” He didn’t sound like himself, it was sharper.

“So, you thought that shoving her away and into the dark was the best choice?”

“It was either that or Arlo would do some shit, he knows about her Chris. I let the relationship get into my head and I’ve jeopardised her safety.” It was obvious it was about you, one thing that Matt wasn’t was disloyal.

“You chose your little drug group over her; do you know how pathetic that is.”

That made your chest ache. Drugs? He was always clean; he never gave you a reason to think otherwise. Matt was always so adamant about not letting you near them. Maybe it was because he knew what it did to people first hand.

“That is one of our only incomes, but that’s not the point.” The voices grew louder as you grew closer.

“Then what is! Tell me Matt, because I have spent the past three hours consoling her because of you.” Matt stammered before responding.

“She is! Y/n is the point, if she was kept near me, she’d become a target, you know what they are like. If they find out that she is the reason why I’ve fucked up so many times… I don’t want her hurt.”

You now stood at the entrance of the kitchen, staring at the two brothers. Chris was pissed, and disappointed. Although that was easy to tell by their voices. Matt had a stray tear fall down his cheek. You never saw him sad, not around you at least. Was there a reason?

“Matt?”

Both the boys perked up at your voice. Chris was more stunned than Matt was, he smiled at you before walking out the room, grabbing a stray can of Pepsi as he left. Matt just looked at you, so gently. Why did he have to look at you like that?

“Drugs? What is going on, am I finally going to get any information from you.” You didn’t want to cry, but his own tears made your body choke up.

“Baby… I-“ The nickname didn’t even shock you; you were too attached to throw that away.

“I don’t want lies, Matt”

“I ended things…to keep you safe, protected.” He watched your eyes, how they were expectant for more before he gave in and spoke again. “Yes, drugs. It’s so stupid, I know. But it’s income. I swear on my life I’ve never touched them, I don’t use, baby.” His voice quivered and it broke you, the tears visible on your faces from the light above.

“Protect me? Matt, you hurt me.”

“Y/n, let me explain. I sell drugs, with a few other people. I hadn’t meant to but my had revolved so much around you that I started fucking up my job. It was my last chance to pick between you or my work. I chose my work to keep you safe. They know all about you, they can hurt you, you don’t understand.” He rambled continuously, spewing words at me. Both his hands talked with him, and it was almost hard to keep up.

“You didn’t mean to revolve around me? What am I, some sort of side piece to you?” He hadn’t meant it that way, you both knew it but it was just so hard to understand each other.

“No wait- I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Don’t Matt. I- I’m not in the mood.” Walking away felt the same as before, as cold at least. You left him again in the dark, alone.

Just as last time.

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[jhuzen]

a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

𐂂

SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

𐂂

JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

𐂂

BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

𐂂

DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

𐂂

CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

[arc-misadventures]

NNN: SI

Jaune: Sienna, can we talk?

Sienna: Sure, what do you need?

Jaune: Uhh… where are you?

Sienna: Changing.

Jaune: Ahh okay. So, uhh… Have you been talking to, Kali lately?

Sienna: No, why?

Jaune: Really? Because she’s been giving me these… knowing smiles…

Sienna: ‘Knowing smiles?’

Jaune: Well, she just looks at me, and she smiles at me. It’s an unnerving smile. Like she knows something, that I don’t know. And, that something will impact me in someway, and she is looking forward to that. Whatever that is…

Sienna: Ahh… That smile… Yes, I’m aware of that smile… She gave that to me after we had our first time together.

Jaune: W-What?! D-Did you tell her?!

Sienna: No, I am not a kiss, and tell kind of lady. But, Kali would know if we did it. It’s just that motherly cat faunas charm of hers. Although, I doubt my breathless moans didn’t hint what we were doing, no~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: So, uhhh… Do you know why she is smiling? Because I was talking about you, and then she started smiling. Are you two planning something?

Sienna: Are we planning something? However, am I planning something. That should be the real question you should be asking, no~?

Jaune: So that’s why she was smiling… Okay, I’ll bite; What are you planning?

Sienna: I’m going to make you fail your silly little, No Nut November challenge.

Jaune: Oh really now? And, how are you going to do that? It ends tonight, and you promised me you wouldn’t pounce me, again. So, with only hours on the clock, how are you going to make me lose?

Sienna: By playing into your type. Your… sexual preferences.

Jaune: Sexy mature older woman? So, you’ll be yourself then? Well good luck then, because I’ve been handling that for weeks. You’re gonna have to come up with something better.

Sienna: Yes, but you like, well dressed sexy mature older woman.

Jaune: Well dressed? Well, I do like a well dressed woman… But, what could you possibly wear that could break me?

Sienna: This for starters~!

Jaune: …

Sienna: What do you think, Jaune~?

Jaune: Talk about being tight in all the right places…

Sienna: Is it now? Well, I didn’t put it all on. As you can see it has a very… unique bunny tail with it. And, it’s rather tricky to… put it in~!

Jaune: I-I-In…?

Sienna: Yes~! So, Jaune can you help me put my little… cotton tail in~?

Jaune: …

~~~

Kali: Hmmm~!

Ghira: Now what’s giving you such a lovely smile like that my dear?

Kali: Oh… nothing~!

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori and Konan waiting at a checkpoint for Deidara and Tobi*

Konan: So … are you excited?

Sasori: Excited? Why would I be excited?

Konan: Because Deidara’s been on this mission for six months, and this is the first time you’ll be seeing him in all that time.

Sasori: Tsk; are you kidding? I’ve been so relieved to be rid of the brat.  My work on my puppets has gone a lot smoother without him around to pester me, and I’ve been relishing the peace and quiet.

Konan: Oh? Well maybe this return isn’t such a good thing, then. You —

*Deidara and Tobi come into view about half a mile down the road, and Tobi spots them and waves*

Konan: Ah, there they are. Perhaps we should walk to go meet them? They —

Konan: *looks; Sasori is gone from her side and flying down the path*

Sasori: *races up to Deidara and throws his arms around him hard, knocking them both into the dirt*

Deidara, startled: D-Danna?! 

Sasori: My Deidara, my most precious love … *starts kissing all over Deidara’s face* I missed you so much I could barely stand it. You can’t ever go away for so long again, or if you do, I’M going with you. Okay?

Deidara, tearing up and kissing back: Okay, hm!

Konan, having caught up, to Tobi: Mission went well?

Tobi, low, in Obito voice: Never send me with this guy again. Six long months and every single day I had to listen for HOURS to him wax poetic about the damn puppet.

Konan, also low: So I take it your efforts to seduce him didn’t work — ?

Tobi, pulling off his mask and plopping down on the ground: What the hell do YOU think?! 

*Obito starts loudly crying while Sasori and Deidara are now rolling around next to him making out*

*Zetsu suddenly pops up out of the ground*

Zetsu: Konan. Leader said to retrieve you at once. Hidan attempted to make dinner, he gave something with nuts in it to Itachi, Itachi’s face swelled up, and Kisame tore off Hidan’s head and flung it into the tree. We need you to use your paper wings to fly up and get him. *leaves*

Konan:

Konan: I don’t think I’m being paid enough to deal with this …

[skyward-floored]

this is your invitation to yap about TOTK

- hero-of-the-wolf

And I will yap!

First of all watching Zelda geek out under the castle was the best, she was so giddy by the time she figured out the murals and everything, and Link was just nodding along like “I only half know what you’re saying but I love hearing you infodump”. Plus the stuff about her always being told “the tunnels under the castle are forbidden” like girl you’re telling me NOBODY went down there?? Highly unlikely. I don’t buy it.

The lore in this game is already driving me nuts. There’s people from the sky but they’re not skyloftians. They founded hyrule even though the skyloftians did that but also the inprisoning war is in there somewhere which makes NO sense because it seemed like in twilight princess it had nothing to do with the founding of hyrule, and what’s all this about Rauru being the first king? Excuse me? Did nintendo just soft reset everything because I don’t like that—

*ahem*

I’m holding out hope that more will be explained. And it will make more sense. Maybe. (I’m not very positive lol)

Zelda gets an amber relic but it’s white and shiny instead! Neato! Obviously this is important since more with it shows up later. I don’t totally know what yet though... I’m suspicious.

also I didn’t know the corpse would talk. that was terrifying actually. listening to him crack as he shifted around was! Horrible!!

I’ve screamed about the hand grabbing thing back when the trailers came out but hwwwwaaauuugghghhg. He tried so hard to save her and she fell anyway hhhhhhhhhhh. Link my poor son.

WHY DOES POOR LINK KEEP WAKING UP UNDERGROUND IN HIS UNDERWEAR WITH NO CLUE WHAT’S GOING ON. Once was weird enough but twice??? this poor man. And he doesn’t even have the questionable luxury of memory loss this time, you know that boy is worrying his head off about Zelda. And his arm. Ow.

Nothing funnier than hearing a disembodied voice be like “sorry, I couldn’t save your arm so I just gave you mine.” Sir.

The sky islands are so pretty. I saw one of those weird hairy ostrich things and for about two seconds went LOFTWING?? but alas. it was not so. I like all the animals up there, though I have to wonder how there weren’t issues with in-breeding, and how several species are identical to ones on the surface despite being separated for literal thousands of years.... I’m probably thinking about it too hard.

The robot guys are so cute, and the noises they make are pretty too. They look kinda like geckos to me :) though the enemy ones are mean. At least I stole a flamethrower from the one guy.

Rauru: dang it my arm is too weak to go through the door. Sorry bro. Fortunately there’s these shrines—

Link: *flashbacking to the Great plateau* say no more.

GLUE GLUE GLUING THINGS EHEEHE

Koroks again... oof man. At least the little quest things you do with them get you two. Helping them is fun, plus they’re so weighed down by their bags their legs just wiggle in the air ahaha they’re like beetles who got stuck upside down. They’re so cute.

STICKING THINGS ON WEAPONS EYEBALL ARROWS AND CRATE SWORDS HEHEHE

Of all the things I expected going into this the giant blupee frog was not one of them. Whuh. Cursed blupee? Blupee that ate too much? Something?? Hrmmmm. I bet you’ll have to give the little blupee pendant things to Satori or something. Or somebody on Satori mountain.

The glow flowers (who’s name’s I forget) are soooo pretty. I love how there’s caves in this game, it’s so fun to climb around in them :D except when there’s a like-like because eeeeuuugghhgg. I didn’t think anyone could make a like-like grosser than it already was and yet here we are. EW. kill it kill it kill it—

Bird gliders are SO FUN

All of the abilities are fun but I like rewind a lot because it’s so simple. It’s like, fun because it’s less complicated? Idk it’s just neat. Plus Zelda gave it to us so it’s special :3 or her echo did. Or something. I’m suspicious.

Okay. Glowey spot. Broken master sword. Chiming and Fi’s theme (waaaaaah). Put the sword in the glow and it looks like we rewind and Zelda takes it. THEREFORE Zelda must have been yeeted to the past by that weird rock she picked up, and I hate nintendo because SERIOUSLY TIME TRAVEL AGAIN???

I already have a headache trying to make this fit into my understanding of Zelda games. *shakes fist*

Okay Zelda talked to us at least, that’s good, now we’re getting somewhere. Surface time babey!!!!

Trying to orient myself after I fell was so confusing and it took me a solid half an hour to figure out where I should maybe go and then Skye reminded me there was a glowey marker on my map telling me where to go lollll

Also I caught a horse and there were shenanigans involved in getting him to a stable but I did eventually register him (his name is Lucas after Lost’s dad but also I just like the name). And pony points are the best thing I’ve ever heard of <333 mad you still can’t pet the dogs though. LAME.

Lookout Landing is amazing. It’s so great. The music is catchy and they’re all so organized and rebuilding and Hyrule in general just seems so much more thriving now and I’m so proud of Link and Zelda waaaaaaaaaugh

Also everyone being so worried about Link (or straight-up not recognizing him lol) was sweet, I love how relieved people were to see him again.

PURAH’S OLD(er) AND IT KINDA HAS ME SHOOK. Her assistant is real sweet though, Josha I think? Nice kid. I don’t know if she’s eleven or sixteen or some other age entirely, but nice kid.

Just realized this is getting very very long. I didn’t do a ton else except pop up to the castle (creepy and unsettling with no guardians trying to kill me) and see Zelda appear then disappear (very weird and I’m suspicious again) so I’ll stop here. Ohhh also I popped down to the depths, but I didn’t do too much under there either. Just crept around and caught some bugs and killed some monsters (weird-looking monsters) and took a picture of a statue.

So endeth the thoughts of peggy on totk. For now lol.

[yourimagines]

Protective!Drake bell x reader

It’s a short one today, I’m sorry

Concert

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: protectiveness, jealousy and fluff

Drake POV

I was getting ready for my show as my beautiful girlfriend y/n was sitting next to me, also excited for the show. “You stay here and watch out please.” I told her as I stood up to grab my guitar. “I will, don’t worry about me Drake.” She followed me and carefully laid her hands on my chest, placing a small kiss on my cheek. “I know you will but I don’t trust others around you.” My hand went up to her face and caressed softly her cheek with my thumb. “I know you don’t trust anyone around me but I’m going to be fine.” She gently squeezed my bicep and smiled at me. “I don’t want to ruin our moment here but you really have to go on stage now.” I nodded and gave her a kiss. “I love you baby.” “I love you Drake.”

The show was awesome, the fans were absolutely amazing tonight. As I started the next song I saw Y/n was having fun with some crew members next to the stage. She was laughing with them and I started to get jealous. ‘Why is she laughing?’ I was staring at her as I sung my song. She looked up at me and waved, flashing me a beautiful smile. The jealous feeling slowly disappeared away. I flashed her a smile and winked at her. She started to blush as the crowd went nuts over it.

I couldn’t help it but my eyes fell on her every time, Just checking on her. It’s not that I don’t trust her or my crew members but I’m just a very protective person. She looked like she was having fun, singing a d dancing along. She also looked so beautiful and happy. “As you all know, my beautiful girlfriend y/n is here tonight.” The crowd screamed as I mentioned my girl. “She’s having an amazing time out here, just like all of you here.” I pointed at the crows and they yelled. “Alright let’s sing this one together.”

The show was over and she was waiting for me backstage. “Hello handsome.” She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck. “Hi beautiful.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave her a kiss. “Did you enjoyed it?” She nods and smiles. “You were amazing.” I pecked her lips softly and gently guided her to my room. “Did you had fun with those guys?” I opened the door and let her go in first. “I was just dancing Drake, please don’t make a fuss about this, I know you don’t mean it but it’s so frustrating when you do this.” She sighs and sits down, looking annoyed at me. “I’m not fussing about it, I’m just asking.” She rolls her eyes and grabs her phone. “Whatever Drake.”

She was the whole ride back home quiet, stayed on her phone, scrolling through her social media’s. “What do you want for dinner?” I gently lay my hand on her thigh. She looked up and leaned closer to my shoulder with a small smile on her face. “Tacos?” I started to smile as well and nodded. “If you want some tacos then we get some tacos.” I moved my hand over to her shoulder and pulled her closer, giving her head a little kiss. “I love you.” She looks up and gives me a soft peck on my chin. “I love you Drake.” She lay her head back on my chest and grabbed my other hand, fiddling softly with my fingers as we sat in the back of the car, almost back home.

[sugarakis-p2]

AKADMD Ch. 25

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

Warning: Possessive Mothman Shigaraki, Dabi and Lyra fluffy smuts, death, references to knotting, cussing

Captured by the Order is not so bad. Things come to a head as You fight and struggle for your people. Worse, you go into labor.

@lovingbadguys @balanceisrelative @nut-in-me-jojo

Ch24 < previous chapter

Chapter 25

The cell was nice as far as cold stone goes.

"It would have been better had we killed the children and made a stand against the Mothmen invaders. They are not that innocent, and those Mothmen were not your people," Your sister, Imogene, huffed, pacing. Scratching at her eye scars, she plops down next to you. Gently you moved her hand away from her eye.

"Scratching only makes it worse. Then it burns. I see things with this eye. What I saw made me think this is our best chance," you tell her.

"Lucky. I can't see anything out of this eye anymore. I hope it's worth it. I hope you're right. It's been an entire day. You felt those tremors? Those tremors are explosions. They always blame strangers. We are the strangers," Imogene snarked.

"Family is always worth taking a chance on. Is that not how mom raised us?" You shrugged. Casually changing the subject. There was no point in doubting yourself now. Rubbing your belly. A few hands or feet pressed against your palm. It felt like playing a game when they are not even born. You want to cry. They are so beautiful, and you haven't seen them yet. You had to stop. Otherwise, you will end up bawling.

"You barely remember her. But yes. Those were her views. Did Maude teach you that?"

"Maude and the book she left to me. Mama left a lot of little messages in it. Do you know why she named me differently from the rest of you? I've never been able to figure that out," you tell her. She looks around, then leans in.

"Because it was Pa who named you. You were his pride. Then mom died, and he gave up," Imogene shrugged. Sitting there in the cold, it is easy to mull over your past. Regrets and grief bubble to the surface. Maude scolds you for feeling pity for such a pathetic man.

"At least Shigaraki fights for what is his," Maude harrumphed in your head. Shut up! You viciously thought. You agreed, but you want it to be your thought. Not Maude's.

"I have been hearing and seeing Maude in my mind since her passing," you tell her. She should know you are going crazy. Imogene looked guilty as she stopped scratching.

"Maude is in a coma," Imogene said quickly. You process this news and are not sure if Imogene is lying to you to keep you sane or if it's true. You decide it doesn't matter in the here and now. You sign to Imogene you loved her and thank you for telling you. Blood welled in your black eye.

You felt numb around Shigaraki at first. You knew he was evil and wanted to survive. Slowly seeing a spurting open wound, you did everything possible to please him. At the center, a lonely black need to be loved and accepted. You saw yourself echo in Shigaraki and thought Maude was wrong. Love is possible. It was when he beamed with pride, and doted on you, the same way Pa used to before Mama died, is when you started to feel a healing in you begin.

"And then he got greedy and killed me. I haunt you because I have always loved you more. Because I worry for my precious little sister. Your heart will break, and you will head down the same path as Pa. You carry the last of Mama's spark. Pa was weak. He had to go. Ask Imogene," Maude coaxed in her soothing lullaby tones.

You're not even dead! The weak have no rights. I'm not weak. What? Maude is a voice in your head. One that you thought had disappeared when you discovered Maude was alive. How can she know something you don't know? Your face twisted in confusion as you turned to Imogene.

"D-d-d-did Adam or Maude kill-," your question breaks off when two men stop before the cell and peer in. The orders robes are starting to rankle you. A dying yellowed-haired man and a sleepy dark-haired one had a minor exchange before entering.

"Can the wingless queen follow us?" The dying man asked. The both of you scoff. The grubs stirred at his voice.

"But of course," you and Imogene respond simultaneously. You force yourself not to stare at your sister with the same dumbfounded look the men give you. A lot of surprises today. More importantly, ignoring the grubs. You can't let them know you're the one that's pregnant.

"Just the queen," he nervously chuckled. The grubs writhed at the sound of his voice.

"Impossible and unreasonable. It would be foolish to allow myself to be separated from the caregiver of my expectant condition," Imogene said. I shudder to think that Shigaraki might not notice if I'm gone. Imogene is that good.

"Or is the Order that fearful of a wingless Queen we must be treated like animals? You would think hundreds against two would be proper caution. Oh, how mighty," you pick up where she left off. The dark-haired one puts his hand on the dying one's shoulder and steps forward.

"I'm Aizawa. This is Toshinori, a member of the orders counsel board. Forgive our mistreatment. Of course, your guest can join us for a meal. Please follow us," He gestures. Imogene helps lift you, and you waddle down the hall after them. You will be so happy to get them out. The grubs are starting to get uppity inside you again. You signal Imogene to be on guard, both waddling after the men.

They seat you at a much shorter table for the Counsel can look down at you. A least an audience of 300 watched to witness the Counsel's mercy. The table is covered in delectables you cannot resist. See their mercy? They gave you a feast for a last meal. These people are backward. You shovel food in your mouth in the most un-ladylike fashion. Not that it could be helped. They only gave you spoons. Who knows when these pious monsters will feed you again? Your sister mimics you. Pouring water for you while you give her a roll you know she'll like. Your sister's mimicry makes you feel closer to her. It's sick, considering what you like most about Imogene is yourself. Upon reflection, maybe not. Maybe it's normal to love in many different ways.

"Don't worry. I like being you too," Imogene signed. You giggled at the shared secret. But began to consider how much of a lousy sister you are. Imogene knows you. However, she is an outsider to you.

"You are a most brattish sister. Extremely lazy. Didn't even take my lessons on manipulation to heart," Maude tsked. Lazy. Manipulation. You consider them closely.

They watched and waited until you had your fill. You've never seen these people before. Although, you recognize the high priestess from her mural at the church. Madam President, the only female member of the Order allowed to cut her hair. You assume the smug fool in a crown next to her is the king. They wait until you've had your fill before addressing you both.

"The crimes of the Wingless Queen are many," Madam president started when you interrupted.

"I like that title. Very appropriate. I'm assuming it's from Lyra. Where is she, by the way?" You ask, enjoying a large slice of strawberry and chocolate cake. You will have to steal the baker. It was odd feeding yourself. It was childish, but it made you smile when you thought of Shiggy. President scrunches her face in disapproval and annoyance at your interruption. Maude approved. Madam President continued by prattling off your many crimes, rage burning in President's eyes, much to your amusement. Not as good as the cake your sharing with Imogene, "What is the deviancy charge for again?"

"Copulation with a magical beast without the blessing of the king," She stated matter of fact. A seething rage boiled in your brain until you felt like you might explode. Maude's voice is niggling in the back.

"Some queen, if you let this bitch bully you. Mocking your king. Mocking your offspring. Do you think they will parade them around like the angel of the Order?" Maude taunted.

"That's rich. You recognize me as a Queen but not Shigaraki as a King? How arrogant to think you hold domain over all the magical beings. As for your other absurd charges, I don't recognize you as an authority to charge me with anything," you hiss back to Madam President. These people. A seething was twisting in you. The grubs are quiet as you let it knot in you.

"I know one of you is my Senpai. One of you has served the Order as a loyal member in the same high Order. It's for her we have not charged the wingless Queen," The calm voice of Hawks pipes up. The Angel of the Order is someone they parade around to reaffirm their divine authority. Imogene points at him and signs to you that one is not to be trusted. Watch out for him.

"Are we going to pretend that man is nothing more than someone you manufactured to control the gullible masses? I will tell you what your charges are," Imogene laughs. You pick up where she left off. Both work in tandem. Confusing the audience more.

"Only my charges have already had severe consequences. You murdered my mother. You murdered my siblings. You killed off a quarter of our village yearly with your greed. Then the worse atrocity. You tout beings like Hawks and other Knights as saviors and morale when you are a plague on our existence, rotting our society into obedience and apathy. It was easy for my family and our people to hate you. You have stolen our hopes, dreams, and lives. You moved the mana lines in your favor, and you've even stolen our nights," You spat at them like venom. Several of the Counsel shift uncomfortably. I take note. Those ones need to be removed. They knew about the curse, the one that prolonged the daylight. You rise and curse them. The timing is perfect as the earth rumbles beneath your feet.

"You WILL restore night and day equally. You will give us our lands, from the farm wastes to the black pit forests. You will release any captives you have, including Lyra and Kurogiri. Only then will we consider not wiping you out. Leave us alone. That is reasonable. That is the only way we will heal," you demanded of them.

Mera slammed an orb on the table, ordering for silence, as a ripple went through the crowd. Several looked as if they were about to chuckle when explosions reigned dust and debris from the ceiling, ruining the rest of the cake. The day turned to night. You and Imogene bellow in delight at their shocked and frightened eyes. The dragon and oracle of the blue rose scream in panic. They know their precious stone is taken. You sign for Imogene to close her eyes. She squeezes them shut and clutches a spoon.

"I sentence you!" You screamed, a burning hot pain shooting through your head as you forced your eye open. Releasing the knot that had been tightening the moment you entered this room. Pouring all your hurt, pain, and rage as you bend the evil eye to your will. It's your power, "Hate each other as much as you hate us! Feel our suffering!"

A hot jet of blood gushed down your face from your eye. The black descended on the mock court. A massive explosion rocked the earth. People screamed. The dying man shot up and stopped the roof from coming down. Imogene pounced on Aizawa, digging her spoon in a scooping out his eye.

"I'm sorry, sensei. But you will not stop my little sister!" Imogene shouted in the chaos. You thought the sudden movement in the room was the crowd trying to flee for the exits. It was for some. Others were trying to kill each other. Hawks had murdered Madam President. His eyes widen in shock at himself.  If they just had some love for us , you thought in wonderment. Imogene grabbed your wrist and stumbled with you to where you came from.

"It seems in your best interest to treat your future Queen well," Imogene cackled behind us, "My mate does not take kindly to sharing my attention."

"So true!" you beam with pride at Imogene. Looking out to the sky. Your heart is swelling thinking of Shigaraki. He's alive and will be coming for you. Suddenly your knees weakened. A sharp jagged pain shot down your middle. Hot fluid gushed between your legs. Puddling around your knees. Imogene held your hand in frozen shock.

"What's happening?" you whimpered to her. Her mouth dropped open, then snapped shut as she steeled herself and wrapped your arm over her shoulder. Lifting and forcing you to walk on your wobbly legs like a newborn faun.

"You're going into labor," she growled. Dragging you as a horrid thought popped into your head. Your heart sank. It was too soon.

"The price of magic," you sobbed. Imogene paled, and that was all the answer you needed. Shiggy had warned you, but you didn't listen.

"You can't give birth here. The hospital is nearby," Imogene grunted.

Shigaraki  lay there dying. His vision rapidly faded into blackness. Partially because he had used the Azure rose. The cluster of sapphire crystals that formed a spiral did resemble an abstract rose. He examined it in the last of the sunlight. It is like his perfection. I chill ran through him. That would be his only regret. He never liked anything enough to want to live before. It made him hate this world more. To give him something to live for, only to have it taken away. But he is sure he will see her again. He will wait and claw to you if his life mate is sent elsewhere. His wingless butterfly flew high without wings. Even in his last moments, he is hungry to press his hard body against your soft one and melt in you.

Shigaraki stared at the sky. He wasn't going to destroy everything. Keeping his word to you was part of his motivation. But when the Order took you, they signed their death contract. He grins. Satisfied that he created perpetual night. That will end everything painfully slow for the Order. He hopes they start to eat each other. That made him chuckle, and he gripped his side as he coughed blood. Four eyes blink down at him in frustration.  

"You bastard! The child cannot live without the sun. Even the moon knew that!" Darvish growls pacing. He swiftly bends and snatches the Azure rose from his hand. Twisting it, screaming, trying to get it to work. Shigaraki laughed harder and spurted more blood.

"I guess you'll have to save me if you want to live. Such a shame you will never have my mate," He spat, spraying Darvish with his blood. Darvish jerked in disgust and growled. This was ruining his plans. After his personal meeting with the moonbeam, he wanted her. Wanted to break her. Feel her wrapped around his knot. They had not expected The Order to request aid from other kingdoms.

Stars and stripes came from a highly militant and wealthy kingdom. They had been doing so well. The woman was a fierce warrior, trained in the art of combat since she was a child. Star was tall and muscular, her long blonde hair quaffed to resemble her mentor. The Pillar of light; All Might. She wore high shined, red, white, and blue armor covering her from head to toe, and her hands were wrapped in thick red gloves. Stars smiled at them from her perch onto a pile of Nomu corpses.

"I think we can both take her," Darvish panted, wiping gore from his right eyes. Shigaraki grinned sickly, his body itching for a fight.

"Secure the blue crystal in that room. All I need is one touch," Shigaraki snarled. Darvish left him to die. The man was a monster, tearing into every human he met like a raw steak. Darvish is more than happy to kill them both and keep the glory for himself.

"Are you going to keep a lady waiting?" Star smirked.

"Not one so tacky. Ugly colors," Shigaraki rasped in broken human tongue. The two combatants circle each other warily. Shigaraki's claws extended and ready to strike. Crouched low, wings quivering, prepared to flit and dodge. They move with deadly grace, each looking for an opening in the other's defenses.

Darvish growls in annoyance. Not the first time today. A wizard key. He hates these things. Darvish kicks the door, but it's magically fortified. Only solving the stupid puzzle allows you to enter.

"Keep her entertained. This will take me a moment," Darvish chittered over his shoulder. Suddenly, Shigaraki lunges forward, slashing with his claws. The other dodges the attack and retaliates with a swift kick to the stomach. The Shigaraki staggers back but quickly regains his footing and retaliates with a flurry of swipes and jabs. The second fighter blocks each attack with their claws but is unable to land a hit of their own.

“Are you Tomura Shigaraki?” The woman asked. Panting and bleeding where his claws had made contact.

"What of it?" He snarled and swiped low. Missing again. Darvish rearranges the blocks on the door randomly. The fight continues for several minutes, with both fighters displaying remarkable agility and skill. Finally, Shigaraki manages to land a lucky strike, slicing Star's arm. She cries out in pain and falls to the ground. He snarled and growled as he advanced on the woman, his eyes blazing with rage.

The woman stood her ground, rising last moment, twisting and bringing her fist down on his shoulder. Clipping his wing. Her eyes never left his face. She raised her fists and prepared to fight as he quickly spun to meet her. The fight was intense and bloody, with both combatants slashing at each other. They moved around the room, dodging and weaving, trying to get the upper hand. Blood flew through the air as Shigaraki clawed and scratched at her armor's weak spots. Frustrated, he has been unable to get all five fingers on her.

He lunged forward, slashing at the woman with his claws. She blocked the attack with her arms and countered with a powerful punch to the chest. He stumbled back but quickly recovered and lunged again. This time, the woman was ready. She dodged his attack and delivered a powerful kick to his stomach. Shigaraki stumbled back again, feeling some of his ribs crack. She was on him, pummeling him bloody, but this time he didn't get up. The woman had won the fight. She stood over him, panting and covered in blood, as he lay defeated, motionless on the ground.

"You should have used your ability," she panted. Bending down and grabbing Shigaraki's face. It made him wonder what she thought his magic was. Not that it mattered. He quickly reached up, wrapping all five fingers around her wrist.

"Don't worry. I did," Shigaraki graveled. The woman said something perplexing him and saluted as she faded into dust. He has never been so happy to be mixed up with Dabi again. Stupid woman, he thought as Darvish helped him to the Azure rose, leaving a trail of blood it dripped from every orifice. Finally, managing to open the door and be useful. Shigaraki is not stupid. Of course, Darvish would let him die. But he had no idea why he wanted the shiny bobble. He had assumed to bring to his mate as a boon.

When Shigaraki had plunged them into the night. It left Darvish with no choice but to save him. Leading them to this moment.

"Not even my doctors can save you. Reverse this. Your moonbeam will die too. I see no motivation to help you. Reverse this so your offspring can live on or don't, and I still snare your female. What do I care for the lands after I'm dead? Reverse this for their sake," Darvish demanded.

"Your doctors couldn't, but mine can. Deliver me to my doctor, fetch my moonbeam, and I will consider allowing you into her harem," Shigaraki graveled. A concession he did not want to make.

"Guarantee me a spot," Darvish quickly jumped on the offer.

"I can guarantee you a political position. Can we hurry? I am dying," Shigaraki spat more blood.

"Unbreakable promise," Darvish insisted. The bastard, he thinks. He can't blame him. It doesn't matter to Shigaraki. The curse he made with you is still creeping into his heart. Honestly, it's what he would have done. Darvish clings to him, waking him up long enough to give the Nomu orders. His instincts rage at him.

That woman did something to us!

So what? She's dead.

We should be the ones rescuing our mate!

Yes. We should be. But our perfection will understand more than anyone why I did what I did.

A harem! You created a harem for her! She will be enraged! 

We will add it to her current rage. What will she do? As long as she's ours, she will not leave us.

How much do you think she will tolerate?  His instincts snorted, crawling around in his mind, fretting over what that woman did.

That was the question he didn't want an answer to. Later, after Darvish brings back his mate, he will be flawless for you and the grubs. After his family, he did not think he would want one. He didn't really care about living. Now that he has you. That has changed. He groans, thinking of the curse. It was fine until Lyra took the children. That bitch. That's a problem for later, like Darvish. He will fulfill his part of the deal. Then kill him later. His instincts liked this plan.

The day  before Adam yanked Lyra along with cruelty digging his nails into her tender flesh. Carefully hiding timed charges along the way. There was already plenty of chaos reining in the streets with Dabi.

"Adam?" Lyra dared to squeak. He stopped and shot her a look of pure hatred. She almost didn't continue. But she couldn't help herself, "Is Ur alive? Is she alright?"

"What do you care? Traitor. Betrayer," He hissed. Narrowing his eyes ominously. She could feel his desire to hurt her radiate off him.

"She told me to run! What if she failed? Was I supposed to leave the kids there at that monster's mercy? You tell me, Adam? What would you have done?" She sobbed. She touched her face in surprise, pulling her fingers away, wet with salty tears. It was a new experience for her. She has never been this emotional. Adam swiftly backhanded her across her jaw. She gripped her jaw, throbbing in a burst of pain. She tried to step away in shock and fear. His pick shot out and hooked behind her neck, pulling her back to him.

"She's alive. No thanks to you. I would have stayed. You are a healer. I would have stayed, had faith, and tried to help the ones I love. Dabi would have punished you but nothing compared to what the Order has done. You always planned to betray us. Tell me I'm wrong," Adam seethed.

"I wanted to save Dabi too. He can not win a fight against his family. I don't want to see any of them die," she sniffled. Adam made a disgusted sound.

"No faith. The greatest sin a member of the Order can commit," he spat at her.

That sent a jolt of emotions through her. Lyra trembled. What did she or anyone gain from this? She wanted to save humanity and warn them of the Mothmen. A species none of them took seriously. They stole her book, called her a whore, stripped her of her rank, and took the children away. The Todoroki family had fought to keep them, and the Order refused. Without rhyme or reason, yes, Endeavor was not good around children, but the older sister tried. Something about humans mixing with magical species was not sanctioned. If Shoto's family had not taken her in, she would be on the streets. But more importantly, how did Adam know a core tenant of the Order well enough to know that would rock her.

"Are there more spies here?" she stupidly asked. She scolded herself. You have told her plenty of times her mouth gets her in trouble. She tried harder for you, but the lesson has never been rooted. Her family must be right. There is something wrong with her.

"Pull that silver spoon out of your ass. Did it seem like any of the humans at the hive had a love for the Order? We kill zealots. I killed my brother and pretended to be him for my revenge on the Order. We were always going to win because it takes a village. Now point to the children before I lose my temper," He growled, swinging her in front of him with his pickaxe. The pick part pressed painfully across her chest. He was deathly good with his tool of the trade.

Lyra weakly pointed. The streets are in chaos. Heroes are swarming everywhere, but no one seems to be noticing them. She quickly looks at Adam's mana aura. It's not strong, but it would explain a few things. She had never bothered to check yours, feeling immediately that your aura was extremely weak the first day she met you. That changed after the eye.

"Your family seems to have a way with manipulation," she panted, leading the way.

"A gift from our mother. Maude has all the natural talent. Quit trying to get information to tell your friends at the Order," Adam sneered. Lyra whirled on him.

"They are clearly not my friends. I fulfilled my promise to Regina. A woman I saw raped to death by Shigaraki, by the way. They did exactly as Shigaraki said they would. They changed my name to Lyle and published an edited version demonizing the entire Mothmen race," Lyra growled at him. Adam's features twisted into concern.

"Shigaraki raped your friend to death? How so?"

"He punctured her intestines. Which leads to sepsis and a full body shutdown. She died slowly with those two mentally torturing her-" Lyra trailed off. Suddenly realizing what she is saying, and moves on to the Order, "They edited everything. Editing out the family structure and the social impact of humans." Adam dragged her to a side alley.

"Social impact of humans? My little sister is bonded to a monster that raped a woman to death. What has he done to my sister?" he hissed.

 "Nothing too harsh. Nothing Shigaraki hasn't paid for," She says quickly. Knowing your family values an eye for an eye.

"What did he do to my sister?" he asked again.

"Adam. Whatever you are thinking. Stop. The whole point of my thesis is we shouldn't be separating ourselves. We improve each other. They are devoted, and none of us want to be in a world where Shigaraki is separated from his mate. The man is wrath personified," She stood firm on this. Adam bit his lip, mulling her words before gesturing with his head she needed to get moving. The girls were easy to get. They went to a wealthy family.

"Put your hood up and don't say anything," He told Lyra. She watched as everyone ignored them. He looked like he belonged. Which is how he must have tricked the villagers he grew up with that he was his brother. Whom he killed. Lyra shudders. Do you know this about Adam? Maude must have known. All Adam had to do was call the girls, and they ran to him.

"We were so scared. They took us away from Aunty Lyra. Is big sister ok?" they wept and whined until Adam reassured them everything was ok. He kept an eye on Lyra the entire time. It will be difficult for him to watch her and the kids.

"Adam. You can't take the girls to find the boys. We should hide them. My family home should be safe," She whispered.

 "No. Not with you. With people I can trust," he hissed. They traveled to some wine cellar. Where Mr. Duskin and Suki were waiting. Lyra's fear ratcheting new heights. She was stuffed in a hole with people she was sure would want her dead. She was about to defend herself When Suki threw herself at Suki in a tight embrace.

"When we head the Order used the chaos of the MLA fight to kidnap you and the children. We feared the worst. How you saved the kids from MLA invaders by convincing them to take the children. We knew it was time to band together and rescue you," Suki wept. Lyra stood there stupefied for a few moments before responding in a way that would have made you proud.

"I tried to keep them together. I knew you would come for me. I am so relieved," Lyra strained to sputter out. Her eyes shoot to Adam, who doesn't correct them. The children only knew of the war and the sounds coming from the other room. John wanted to leave before he had to see Shigaraki.

"What game are you playing at Adam?" She asked him when she cornered him alone.  

"My sister and Dabi want you back, lost little apostate. They gave you a way back. Try not to get lost. Because if we cross paths outside the hive again. I will do awful things to you," he hissed sweetly to her.

"I won't. I know where they sent John and Peter. They placed them in the crystal mines. They have John handling dynamite because he can't hear well. Peter is with him. The mines are incredibly dangerous. You will need me. We grab the boys. Grab Kurogiri, and leave for home," Lyra husked on the verge of tears. She is going to take the way back.  

"That's the plan. I must be able to trust you will not run with the girls. That you will meet us at the designated place to go home," Adam said sternly. Lyra agreed to anything.

The  next day she hid with the girls. Watching at a distance in case she needed to intervene, despite Adam telling her not to. Because one way or another, she will arrive in front of you with what she took.

Adam walks to the entrance in his full mining gear. But even while he looked like he belonged the security tried to stop him. The magic users desperately need the crystals to create support and suppression items. Adam erupts into chaos and violence. Adam is a man that stands in the center of the cave, wielding a pickaxe with both hands and demanding all of the attention.

His face is twisted in rage, and his eyes are wild. He swings the pickaxe wildly, smashing it into the walls, crates, and equipment around him. Shards of wood and dirt fly everywhere as he continues his rampage. The crowd is getting too large for the heroes here to control. Many must have left to deal with the mess of Dabi. They spot the boys at the same time. That is when Adam changes.

He screams out in rage as he swings the pickaxe, seemingly oblivious to the destruction he is causing. Until the heroes realized too late that he had set up a smoke screen. Using the flat end to fling dirt in the strongest one's eyes, hooking him behind the neck, yanking them down to viciously stomp his face in. He systematically took out every single one he came across. Adam would swing, either driving the pick end into them, it doesn't matter where. The head, the ribs, punching the lungs, going through the arms, crushing bones and tearing sinew, dropping heroes to the ground. Pulling them down to crush them under his bloody boots. Bashing with either end.

When a hero got in close Adam swiftly changed his grip and poked out eyes with vicious little jabs. She had never seen a man fight with a pickaxe. She had never seen war before. A trail of destruction and broken bodies littered the way to his brothers. Adam's clothes are tattered, stained with sweat and blood his breathing is labored. He falls to his knees as the boys embrace him. The other children release themselves, crowding around Adam as the adults run. It was gruesome. It was violent. The Order doesn't know what they are facing. Adam, Maude, and you are all commoners. Commoners with a grit and determination that is unparalleled and not found amongst the Order she's been raised in.

"Adam! Is he ok, Aunt Lyra?" Mabel asked. Lyra grabbed her hand and moved. Carrying Beth and Jan trailing behind Mabel. There were a few confused looks as she ran past the heroes to Adam.

"Hold still," She ordered him as she used her spell to help him. He wasn't injured but his exhaustion was just as crippling. John was signing with his hands fast. Too fast for her to understand, "John? What is it?"

Adam translated.

"Shoto's sister came looking for you. She dropped off muffins and reassured them they were still fighting to adopt them. But she really needed you because there were rumors that the wingless Queen was captured and Dabi was extremely burned during his fight yesterday. Fuck! Fuuuuuck!" Adam roared. He looked crazed as he looked towards the capital building. Very likely where they are holding you. Lyra was processing the information and forming a plan. When a series of explosions rumbled the ground.

"They have my little sister. The capital building will be lit up like a roman candle!"

"I need to help Dabi. He will be at the Todoroki estate. It's a safe place from the bombs," She said, leading the way.

"I have to save my little sister. Even if it's one of my other sisters in disguise. I cannot leave them to die," Adam growled.

"You'll need a way in. Shoto still has a good standing. Use him to disarm the bombs," Lyra panted.

"We can help. We are experts. Please, take us with you," A small voice said.

"I'm not leaving these kids here," John lisped. Lyra looked to Adam, who was visibly shaken and chewing his lip bloody.

"Normally I would ask a six-year-old to help me with dynamite. But I don't see another way," Adam mumbled.

"Of course! Whatever! Let's just move. Now!" She shouted as she ran.

When  they arrived, they were panting, exhausted messes. Adam guides them through routes not to get killed. Fuyumi, Shoto's sister danced nervously at the door when Adam pushed his way in.

"My goodness Fuyumi, you're already harboring a criminal," Lyra huffed.

"Sorry, ma'am," Adam smiled charmingly. Fuyumi blushed, and it took a moment for Lyra to catch on. Shoto popped out from a back room. Wide-eyed at first.

"Shoto. Help Adam disarm bombs at the capital, and I will start to heal Dabi. I know how much you want redemption for your brother," Lyra said quickly. Running to the kitchen to swiftly make a fortification elixir for them. Shoto immediately agreed.

"Are there any more bombs in the city?" Shoto had asked. Lyra was about to warn him. But it wasn't necessary. Adam smiled sweetly, his gloved hand, resting on top of his blood-stained pickaxe.

"What of it?" Adam asked gleefully. Shoto's eyes landed on it, Adam's cheerful face, then Lyra's worried face.

"Nothing. Happy to be saving lives," Shoto said monotoned.

When  they left, she went to Dabi, leaving the kids under Fuyumi's care. She gasped and almost dropped the hot water she was carrying when she saw Dabi.

"How are you alive?" She wept. His jaw was barely hanging on. His lips missing, piled under blankets, and in a robe up to his neck.

"Lyra," He husked.

"Don't talk," She fretted. Soaking bandages and looking up spells. Lyra didn't know he had moved until he turned her to face him.

"Heal me, Lyra," he rasped. Pressing his teeth against her lips until they part to let his tongue snake in. She was taken aback by Dabi's passionate kiss, but Lyra could feel the heat radiating from his skin. She could tell he had been through a lot, yet here he was, showing her such tenderness and love. She felt a deep connection with him and returned his kiss with equal passion.

He slowly reaches out and gently takes her hands in his, caressing them. Dabi pulled her towards the bed, shoving her down, looking into her eyes. He leans down and nibbles her softly on the lips, his hands moving up to her face, cupping it tenderly. Tears are in her eyes. He is so burned his wings are stunted burnt nubs.

He moves his hands down her body, neck, and breasts, exploring her curves and contours. His touch is gentle and loving as he tweaks her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He brushes his lips down to her neck, kissing and nibbling as he goes. He moves lower, exploring her body with his hot hands and mouth. Forcing her to part her legs with a whimper. He takes his time, savoring every moment and little whine she makes. His touch is passionate and hot, yet gentle. His tongue lathes over his bite mark sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Lyra. It has been too long after the blood binding. It's painful. I spared this part of my body for you," he graveled. Finally, he unrobed and licked back up to her face and gazed into her eyes with his icy blues. His hips wedge between her shaking thighs. He trills lovingly at her and they share a tender embrace before they make love for the first time. Their bodies intertwined his large pierced cock rubbing and slicking himself over her drooling sex. Their breathing became more and more labored. Moves his hands lower, caressing her inner thighs and teasing her most sensitive areas. She gasps in pleasure as his touch sends waves of desire through her body. He moves his fingers in circles, increasing the intensity of the sensations until she is trembling with anticipation, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. His tongue moves down her neck, sending shivers of delight through her body.

"I chose you. Do you remember?" She asked surprisingly. He wraps his arms around her. Running his claws in her hair.

"I never forgot. Lyra," He graveled. Moving his body closer to hers, pressing his hardness against her softness. She opened herself to him. He slid into her tight pussy with a groaning chirp. She hates and loves him as he pushes through her resistive walls. Filling her as she clings to him with hitching gasps. He bucks his hips. Slowly, Lyra wraps her legs around him as they move together in perfect harmony. He rubs all the delicious spots on her. for the first time, she is not afraid. She accepts Dabi. The ecstasy builds. Hot fire burning in her, becoming more and more intense until they both reach their peak. Both cry out in pleasure as they reach orgasm together. He growled and knotted. Shooting hot cum deep in her. They collapse into each other's arms, exhausted but satisfied. He is attached to her. Having her pulse and squeeze on his knot.

Lyra was exhausted and fell asleep in his arms. He wrapped himself in the bandages. She left out for him. Now that he fulfilled and stated his blood bond with Lyra, he can move on with his plans. The mix of relief and rage he felt when he discovered she was pregnant still left a strange taste in his mouth. Ashen. But he can let loose freely without his instincts nagging at him. Lyra will be taken care of. He left this in a note. Asking others to watch out for her, she is mouthy and will need more than Kurogiri. He put his seal on it and left it in her robes. Dabi took Shoto's white baptismal robes of the Order of light.

He swiped at Fuyumi when she rushed to him. He didn't know if it was for a loving embrace or not. Dabi didn't care. He is going to kill Endeavor. Fuyumi falls to her ass. Peter and the girls pull her away from Uncle Dabi. They are sweet, gullible humans.  

"I will do my last brotherly duty. I recommend Adam as a mate. Times are changing Fuyumi. Chang with them or be crushed under fathers' heel," Dabi graveled before leaving.

Shoto  convinced his fellow classmates to guide them. Letting them disarm and take them. Except for a few. Adam and John won't be allowing the Order to execute their sisters. When the massive explosion at the keep happened, they searched for them, letting John blow quite a bit of it up. Day turned into night.

Kurogiri's portals opened. Flooding the streets with magical creatures, Mothmen, and enraged villagers. They marched through the streets like they owned them because, at this moment, they did. Adam spotted Yoon. The four-armed man was slaughtering in complete joy, carrying a passed-out Kurogiri. Adam whistled and caught his attention. Yoon is there instantly, beaming as he hugs Adam and John too tight with one set of arms.

"Ugh. Get off me, Yoon. Listen closely. Pay attention. The little Queen is here. She's missing. Do you understand?" Adam mimed until John chittered at him, giggling at Adam. Yoon stiffened and nodded in seriousness. He lathed his tongue over one of Adam's wounds, much to Adam's personal disgust. Then straightened his feelers, beckoning them to follow.

He found you pretty quickly. You are cornered by two sidekick knights. A green one and a blonde with blue eyes. They were busy with one of the Moth princes, Darvish, and his doctor. Seems like many wanted the little Queen. Yoon has seen that look on females' faces before. Full labor. Yoon didn't have time to play with his kind. He grabbed John's hand. Letting him feel the vibration of his words.

"John. I need space between your sister and the knights," Yoon said slowly. Adam grinned, reaching into his layers of leather to pull out a crystal attached to a button. One push of that button put plenty of space between them, "Warn a man!"

Yoon tossed Kurogiri at Adam. Quickly stabbing the one that doubted you are a moonbeam in the neck, snatching up you and Imogene. John is convincing Kurogiri to wake up. He opens a Portal where Darvish and his doctor end up with them. Lyra shrieked and bolted upright.

"What are you doing here? Where is Shigaraki? His mate is going into labor. He's the one who should be here," Yoon chittered.

"Get her on the table," The doctor shouted as Lyra scrambled for hot water.

"We're not leaving without our family. That and Kurogiri wouldn't leave without Lyra," Adam gruffed. Smacking at a glitching Kurogiri, who was passing out again.

"Well, it's too late now," Kai said. Pulling his hand from between the Queen's legs and rewashing his hands, "She's fully dilated. These grubs are coming. We can't move her now."

"When the doctor says I want you to bare down from your middle," Imogene instructed. You shake your head, no, "Don't "no!" me. You have to."

"Nope. I changed my mind. I don't want to do this," You say, trying to sit up. Lyra gently pushes you back down.

"Too late for that, I'm afraid," Lyra said kindly. You grip her and pull her into a full weeping hug.

"I'm scared," you admitted. Feeling weaker. It's not like you didn't know the risks, but no, that they are here, you are terrified. Horrid pain radiates from your center in intervals.

"Anyone who doesn't have medical training needs to get out. I need to deliver multi babies with multi limbs," Kai announced. Imogene, helping to set up receiving for three grubs, "Create four."

"Four!" everyone shouted. Kai nodded.  

"Four. Now get the hell out!" Kai hissed. Yoon and Darvish watched each other intensely while the rest of your family helped Shot and Fuyumi with what was left of Dabi.  

"What are you doing here? Where's Shigaraki? He should be here with his mate. Not you," Yoon chittered at Darvish. Staring at their group falling apart.

"Shigaraki promised a position in the Queen's harem if I deliver her. I'm an honorable male. I'll take the crumbs for now," Darvish grinned. Yoon did not like this. Something felt off to him. He was missing something, and it felt like, at any moment, things could turn disastrous.

"The moment the Queen gives birth, we should take her to Shigaraki. Human females do not handle birth well. I had several mates at one time. There's a forty percent chance she would die with a normal birth. Multiple grubs," Yoon said, trailing off. Darvish is shaking his head in disagreement.

"I met Shigaraki's doctor. I do not trust his abilities to help the Queen. He seemed to harbor animosity towards her. My doctor will save her," Darvish stated.

"I agree. However, I am not leaving her alone with you," Yoon growled.

"Fair enough," Darvish replied.

You  held onto your fluffy nursing boy and felt overwhelmed. He looked exactly like Shigaraki. Covered in white fluff, large red eyes, and tiny little antennae. You brushed his cheek, and he chirped around your nipple. Kai quickly unwrapped the umbilical cord from around your second albino bundle. He worked swiftly with the help of your sister.

"A girl. A four-armed girl is highly rare," Kai said over her screeching. Your sister cleaned and wrapped her, placing her on your other breast. She rooted until she found your nipple. Immediately settling down with a coo. Her pink eyes rolled. A four-armed little girl. Twins.

"We're going to need you to push," Lyra said somewhere far away. You mustered your strength and pushed. Screaming in pain and exhaustion. Slumping back when you heard a screeching.

"It's a boy. Pure black. Dark magic user for sure," Lyra said, hanging him to Imogene.

"You have to keep pushing," Imogene shouted. You tried to tell her it was hard to hear.

"She's blacking out. I need to cut the last one out," Kai said.

"Don't you dare!" Lyra screamed. So much shouting, yet still so hard to hear.

"Where's my baby?" you mumbled before blackness and chaos.

It is a flurry of activity. The pure black four-armed baby girl is much smaller than the other three. She is shallowing breathing and is the most human looking with a lack of fur. Her eyes are like your black ones. Twin moons in a starry black sky. Lyra uses her magic to save her life.

"Can't you use your magic?" Lyra asks Kai flustered.

"My magic doesn't work that way," Kai said, examining you. Adam burst in, taking charge. Freezing when he sees you cut open a bloody mess.

"Is she dead?" Adam asked in a small voice.

"No. She's close to it. As is this little one," Kai said.

"Right. Gather the babies. We are taking them with Dabi and us to Shigaraki's doctor. Imogene and Yoon are going with Darvish and Doctor Kai," He announced as Shoto dragged in a lifeless Dabi. Kurogiri seeing Lyra opened a portal to the Shigaraki. Lyra felt her magic stretch as she took the baby and helped with Dabi. There was no time to argue. Children piled through the portal. Yoon snatched you up, and the others went through the other doorway.

Shigaraki sat at the edge of the tank he was about to be emerged in. Tubes and wires handing off his body. Lyra shoved a dying grub in his arms and his instincts lit up. A four-armed beauty. Those rumors about Nana must have been true. She is so dark she looks like she is made of the night. Her little antennae twitched. Her nude soft human body lay too limp in his dangerous hands. Her ruff and fuzzy hair ruffled as she sneezed. He nuzzled her, and she weakly gripped his antennae.

"Doctor. Don't argue with Lyra. Give her everything she wants. I'll be changing with this one," Shigaraki rasped. Dreadful regret as Doctor Ujiko shoved needles and wires into her tender flesh. They were about to sleep together when his nature raged one last time in the seizing darkness. Something severed his connection to you.

"As  I said. My magic doesn't work that way," Kai said casually to you and Imogene. Reducing Yoon to a fine red mist. He needed to take him out first. He saw how quickly and easily Yoon had killed a highly trained prince, "The Men from your hive are something else."

Kai caught you and Imogene by the forearm. You are so confused. A hot searing lighting bolt feels like it is ripping you apart atom by atom. Imogene screaming somewhere in the back of your mind. A clawed hand clamped tightly over your mouth.

"Shhhh, they will hear you, little moonbeam," Darvish hissed. Hiding you under his wing as something huge slithered along. He let you go to talk.

"What is happening?" you whispered. Darvish blinked and twitched in sadness.

"Kai used your sister to save you. He killed Yoon and threw us here. Don't worry, little mate. I will get you safely to your grubs and mate," Darvish whispered. Pulling you close.

"What? Where are my babies? Where is my sister?" you asked, teary-eyed. Blood dripping from your black eye. He licked and cooed to you in the perpetual night.

Chapter 26

[aita-blorbos]

(For clarity, this is based on a headcanon. While this headcanon happens in an actual game series, it was never shown to happen in canon. Again, it's just a hc.)

AWTA (are we the assholes) for constantly mocking and harassing someone?

I know that sounds bad, but please hear us out!

Let us introduce ourselves. I (28, M) own a big blue ship and I once betrayed a toddler, but I then apologized and became friends with that toddler. And then the other person (25, F) that's right here alongside me is who I'll refer to as S. She used to help her demented dad turn planets into big robo-lands, but she's stopped doing that ever since the toddler stopped their last invasion, and she's now also friends with the toddler like I am.

There's someone that me and S are both pissed off about. This someone had involvement in ruining the life of a mutual friend we both have, and so me and S decided to go out of our way to taunt the crap out of this loser. I like to do a lot of trolling, and S doesn't mind participating in trolling when I ask her to, and so we decided to make a mockery out of this freak.

We'll refer to him as D. He (35, M) is the cringe doppelganger of a really cool knight. Why are me and S both so pissed off about him? Because he played a hand in causing the downfall of our mutual friend's wife!

Our mutual friend (29, M) that we'll refer to as T has made it widely known that he had a wife that he loved so much, but descended into a tyrant that he then followed the orders of until she died. And during an adventure where the toddler summoned all of us in a big intergalactic team, it was found out that D was involved in making T's wife turn evil!

What happened is that T gave his wife a mirror as a gift. But the mirror ended up making her corrupt. And we found out that D was using the mirror to manipulate her into becoming evil! Apparently, D was just following the orders of his dark master, but we don't care! He was still responsible for it anyways!

T beat the shit out of D one time. He tried to kill D! But the rest of the team broke up the fight and enforced a separation between the two. While the understood why T hated D, some of them believed that D could get better from what he did in the past, that he deserves a chance to improve like all us other ex-villains do.

Bro, D did something unforgivable! T had every right to wreck him! When the group enforced the separation, T broke down, devastated that he couldn't properly punish the person that had responsibility in destroying his wife. He was especially destroyed over how D once pointed out that it was still T's own fault for taking the mirror in the first place… but that doesn't excuse what D did!

Me and S decided to try to comfort T and tell him we'll have him covered. That's when we both decided to mock, taunt, harass and make fun of D. We chose to talk so much shit to his face.

I told lots of emo jokes to get on D's nerves, while S taunted him over how much of a crap doppelganger he is and that the knight he's a counterpart of is so much cooler than him in every way.

Of course, D got mad over us taunting him, and attempted to lash out at us a few times, but we're good dodgers, and it's funny watching him go nuts. He deserves to be tormented like this!

The least we could do is help T out after the group forced him to be separate from D!

Are we the assholes, or are we justified for doing this?

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Legend of Vox Machina: Those Who Walk Away (2x04)

I got the Vax punching Percy scene, I'm a happy camper.

Cons:

I can't overstate how much most of my complaints about this show are nitpicks. It feels like we've gotten such a bounty, something so much better and cooler and more intense than I ever could have hoped for. So when I'm talking about things that missed the mark for me, it's really only a matter of being thorough. Of being so impressed with this show that I expect the absolute best from it. My complaint is a little difficult to articulate, but during the pivotal Vex resurrection "take me instead" scene, it felt like the pacing, or the blocking, or maybe both, were just slightly... off.  Pacing-wise we go from the weeping at the end of season three to suddenly everyone being like "oh yeah, shit, we should be trying to save her", which just felt like they prioritized the fucking stunning ending of episode three over the beginning of episode four making sense, a little? Vax is sobbing like he believes she's really dead, and then suddenly he says "somebody do something!" like he's still in the middle of figuring out what's going on. Just a little awkwardness there.

There's this particular shot where Vex's spiritual self has flowed upward, and there's the golden thread connecting the twins, and the Matron of Ravens is looming over them, and it just looked kind of awkward with Vex's form laid out in this weird ghostly way... I think if I were going to do this, I wouldn't have had Vex's soul float out of her body at all, I would have kept the string connecting Vax to where Vex lay on the floor. Or I would have done a less tangible representation of Vex being taken away, like an orb of light or something. Like I said, this is nitpick-y to the extreme.

I'm also a little torn about Anna Ripley popping up there at the end. When I first saw her I actually wasn't sure who she was and had to think on it to figure it out. I guess it makes sense to want to keep her character on people's minds during this season, since I assume she's going to become relevant again in season three, but it still feels a little random. I'm willing to see how they take it, I'm just not sure how to feel yet.

Pros:

I'm so happy with everything we're getting!!!

Trinket backstory has me weeping. It just makes me think back to Laura writing up a little short story about her D&D character for Matt, and how it was this special little thing she'd thought up for their home game, all the way to now, seeing it in glorious animation. And what a cool way to set up the theme about fate. It's not so much that you have no control over anything so life is pointless, it's that, as Vex says, whatever happens is out of our control, so you might need to try and embrace what's in front of you. She took an opportunity, and got Trinket out of it. Now Vax has an opportunity in front of him as well.

The resurrection scene, while I've lodged a few complaints above, still gave me so many things I absolutely loved. The details of the whole group and how they respond to Vex's death... you've got Keyleth taking her hand and weeping, and there's the moment when Kash takes over and is going to try a resurrection rite, and Vax just kind of stumbles and falls backwards to the ground. Both Grog and Scanlan reach for him as if to catch him or steady him, but it's so clear that Vax is beyond their reach in that moment. And then the contrast between Vax sitting there watching the Matron of Ravens approach slowly, eerily, and the frantic sounds of the group talking as they try and save her... so chilling. You've got Scanlan trying to suggest another potion, you've got Grog saying "can we move her somewhere else", when it becomes clear that the tomb of the Matron isn't going to let her be resurrected. You've got Percy, begging Kash not to give up. That's the good shit.

All of the Matron of Ravens imagery is STUNNING. I'll talk about the fight stuff later, but just soup to nuts, the way she moves, the creepy mask, the size and scope of her, the music, the way the visions/flashbacks work for Vax... it all looks so cool and has me so hyped for what they do with her and Vax moving forward. Towards the end we see Vax witnessing a moment of death. We're starting to see the Matron of Ravens as a being heavily associated with death, but also death being a natural thing, something the Matron helps to usher along at the end. Vax is going to have to go on a journey to figure this out.

I'm sure some people are going to be pissed off with the degree to which Zahra is kind of the villain of this episode, what with her unleashing a not-Beholder on the group leading to the majority of them getting petrified, but I think this change is really smart. We're dealing with seven main characters here. There's a lot to juggle, and there's not really room to have a couple extra people tag along who are just there to be nice, uncomplicated allies in moments of stress. I thought it was such a fun way to have a fight sequence that isn't low-stakes, precisely, but is more there to showcase the power of our first Vestige of Divergence. This monster takes out the entirety of Vox Machina, along with Zahra, and yet Vax on his own is enough to defeat it because of his new cool armor and status as a champion of a goddess.

We've seen what a big deal these dragons are, we know how outclassed our heroes were in the face of them. So now we see how hunting down these Vestiges is going to make a big difference in that fight. Super smart! And as always the fight choreo is so fun and chaotic and exciting, with so many good character details. Kash calling out "Z! No, no!" when she got petrified got me in my feels about those two, and Scanlan reaching for Pike's hand, only for them both to be turned to stone, it's all so good and fun. And when Vax emerges to finish the fight, the speed, the music, that stunning shot of him in the air with the image of the Matron behind him... holy shit, I totally got chills.

Those Calamity/Purvan visions! Holy shit, this show is GORGEOUS. We've got a glow-up in terms of visuals even from what the first season managed to give us, and I am living for it. The images of the gods during the Calamity, those giant embodiments floating in the sky... we saw the Everlight again, among others we'll get to know about more later. And we see Vax start to embrace his fate, even though he doesn't know what it is, exactly. It's so terrifying, it's so upsetting, how from this moment on, Vax never gets to be quite the same person he was before.

I've got to shout out Percy for being so sweet and solicitous of Vex, checking up on her, guiding her through the tombs, helping her up after her petrification is undone by Kash. He's being so gentle and timid, and he's so clearly horrified and forever changed by  what his moment of carelessness nearly cost him. I'm living for it. And we got one of my FAVORITE scenes in the whole streamed campaign, where Percy goes to apologize to Vax for getting Vex killed, and he gets decked in the face for his trouble. Fucking excellent. I love how they streamlined this moment by having Vax say "I don't want to talk about it", and then Percy pushing through to talk about it anyway. It's such a good character moment for Percy, because he really is sorry, and all that, but ultimately he still thinks he knows best. He can't respect the way Vax needs to process this, and wants to get the apologizing over with. At the same time, Percy just wants to prove his worth to the group, prove that he is no longer the monster that sought to hurt them last season. I... love Percy so much, and I am so, so excited to see how things develop for him in terms of his relationships with the rest of the group, particularly with each of the twins.

So for now, we say farewell to Kash and Zahra! I loved that Zahra was the one to give Vex the necklace, that was a good way of streamlining, although I'll miss our fun wolfy friend from the stream at the same time. And while we didn't get the legendary Kash/Keyleth kiss between these characters, because so much has changed about the circumstances of their first meeting, we did at least get Kash asking Zahra if "antlers" is watching him walk away. That was so fun!

I hope that other people watching this appreciate the gravitas of the choice Vax has made. Yes, they managed to save Vex from death itself, but it's not a cheap moment, it's not something someone could just do any old day. It's going to be so exciting to watch the implications spill forward from this moment!

9/10

[happy365]

yesterday was very up and down. Found out at work no one else was signed up to bring protein to brunch. Which was sad but meant I didn't have to try to deal with cooking, transportation, and reheating of bacon. Decided to bring mini chocolate chips and go see my bffl buttercup because her family has extra orange juice from her parents tree.

My coworkers decided not to do Valentines though i brought my extras in case someone wanted one which was good because a coworker made individually bagged cookies with a Valentine stapled to the bag, so at least I had something to give her back.

I go to see buttercup and she answered her door wearing a platform 9 3/4 shirt. Made me sad and put a pall over the visit. She isn't very online but I know we have talked about JKR though I don't remember if we talked about her on our last road trip , the last time I remember was in August 2019 when it was some liking of bad tweets and we talked about trans and nonbinary issues.

I met Buttercup in August 1990. I was the person who got her into Harry potter though she never did fandom. All I could think was "I hope you weren't wearing that shirt for your zoom class and if you were that none of your queer or Jewish students saw it.

Saw my mom and the cats for a bit, spike is doing so well and I was able to give him eyedrops without issues.

Got home and opened the Christmas present she gave me (late presents are a reoccurring theme and inside joke) to find another platform 9 3/4 shirt.

I was mostly done crying by the time d&d started. It was an amazing session and I got through my first combat experience and got some secret knowledge that drove the rest of my party nuts it was great and massively cheered me up.

Knotta was playing Minecraft by the time i got there so I only stopped for a quick hi.

[boopshoops]

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[goldenraeofsun]

Day 23: Sleepless Nights

Dean 11:31 Hey sorry to text so soon But did you pick up an ID with my face on it after dinner?

Cas 11:39 No, but the restaurant called me a half hour ago. They found it while closing up, and they had my number on file from when I made the reservation.

Dean 11:42 Thank god

Cas 11:42 My apologies; I was going to leave you a message in the morning, as you mentioned needing to get up early. Also, what do you mean by “so soon”?

Dean 11:44 Dude Its been two hours since our date How soon do you consider too soon?

Cas 11:45 I’ve never given it much thought.

Dean 11:45 Seriously?

Cas 11:48 I text when it feels right. I don’t have a numerically-based system.

Dean 11:50 That’s insane.

Cas 11:51 Well, Dean, what’s your system, then?

Dean 11:52 24 hours minimum 1 week max unless they’re batshit Usually averages out to 3 days

Cas 11:57 What do you mean “batshit”?

Dean 11:57 You know Psychos Nut jobs One sandwich short of a picnic Dudes who say their spirit animal is Elon Musk

Cas 11:58 That’s an impressive array of synonyms, but it doesn’t actually give me much information.

Dean 11:58 Seriously??? Ok then Like, the guy who tried to pressure me into a threesome with his ex cause I’m bi Or the lady who practically drank a whole bottle of wine by herself and yelled at the waiter because he didn’t refill our bread basket

Cas 11:58 I see what you mean.

Dean 11:59 OR that guy who mentioned he was casually into cannibalism??? Who the hell drops that on a first date. Glenn Close wannabes, that’s who

Cas 12:00 I’m astounded you had that many bad first dates.

Dean 12:01 Those are only from this year!

Cas 12:01 That sounds horrendous.

Dean 12:02 Heh. Cannibal guy gave good head, so there’s that. Dude knew his way around some man meat, if you know what I mean

Cas 12:02 Unfortunately, I do. Excuse me while I wait a full week to text you ever again.

Dean 12:03 C’mon, I didn’t even tell you about my worst first date!

Dean 12:14 Cas?

Cas 12:18 Go on.

Dean 12:18 Thank fuck, I thought I actually scared you off

Cas 12:18 Despite appearances, I don’t scare easily.

Dean 12:19 For a nerdy dude in a trench coat, you’re made of pretty stern stuff, I’ll give you that

Cas 12:21 Thank you?

Dean 12:26 Don’t mention it ANYWAY worst first date in the history of first dates: The setting: Los Angeles, California, August 2017 Our hero, the dashingly handsome PA, Dean Winchester, has a date with a slightly less-attractive but still stunning guest star from episode 24 of Dr. Sexy, MD who will die three episodes later from a cerebrovascular infection of her spinal cord.

Cas 12:27 Technically, doctors should only use “Dr” or “MD”, not both. And that diagnosis makes absolutely no sense.

Dean 12:28 Shhh DSM had to let go their medical expert due to budget cuts in the 15th season

Cas 12:28 I cannot believe the abbreviation for that show is DSM.

Dean 12:28 Huh?

Cas 12:31 In the medical community, whenever you hear DSM, they’re almost always referring to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

Dean 12:34 Hahahahaha Maybe I should buy a copy for the set Then they’ll get SOMETHING right

Cas 12:34 I hardly ever call any case hopeless, but in this case, I might make an exception.

Dean 12:36 Yeah that checks out But nobody watches DSM for the medicine The other stuffs the compelling bits

Cas 12:37 They'd better not be. It's a gross misrepresentation of the medical system. Firstly, their sterile fields leave much to be desired. I had to pause in the middle of the intubation scene.

Dean 12:42 Hold on You actually watched DSM??

Cas 12:44 Of course. You mentioned you worked on the show when we met. I'd be a poor date if I hadn't watched at least an episode. 

Dean 12:44 Oh my god you did homework for our date tonight??? You're such a nerd

Cas 12:45 Dr. Nerd, MD, actually.

Dean 12:46 Ha! You're still Dr Sexy to me

Dean 12:46 Shit that was the stupidest thing I've ever sent. Forget I wrote that. 

Cas 12:47 I think it's flattering :D

Dean 12:48 Thank fuck

Cas 12:52 It wasn't only to prepare for our date. You obviously care a lot about the show, so if I couldn't stand it, I figured it would be a good indicator of our compatibility. 

Dean 12:55 Holy shit. I never thought about it like that I used to tell people it was a guilty pleasure

Cas 12:56 What changed?

Dean 12:57 I got the job on set and everyone there doesn’t treat it like a dirty little secret Sure they know its stupid and shit, but it’s fun, stupid shit

Cas 1:00 I’m glad you like your job.

Dean 1:00 You don’t?

Cas 1:11 I like the mission of my job. But some days the death, pain, and petty workplace grievances make me question my choice. I chose emergency medicine because I was under the impression it required fewer people skills. I thought I would see more acute cases of broken bones, gunshots, burns, etc. But these days, half of my patients use ER doctors as their primary physicians because they can’t afford regular doctor visits for their chronic conditions. I even have a few “regulars”, which I never anticipated having.

Dean 1:12 Damn That sounds brutal

Cas 1:13 Not to mention my hundred thousand dollars of student loan debt.

Dean 1:13 Jesus Sammy’s in the same boat between undergrad and law school

Cas 1:14 But not you?

Dean 1:20 I never went to college

Cas 1:20 Good.

Dean 1:23 What?

Cas 1:25 It seems you didn’t waste your money or time, as you’re in a profession that makes you happy and supports a lifestyle you’re making work.

Dean 1:25 I guess so. I just never figured you’d be all aboard the high school drop out train

Cas 1:31 Usually no, not unless the person has a clear path ahead of what they would like to do instead. My brother transferred from a prestigious liberal arts college to a trade school for plumbers, and he has had no greater joy explaining to my uptight parents the latest thing he pulled out from a client’s septic tank.

Dean 1:32 He sounds like a riot

Cas 1:33

He also makes a killing. Apparently an equal number of people need doctors as plumbers, to my parents’ great chagrin.

Dean 1:33 I like him already

Cas 1:35 You’ll like him until he short sheets your bed and locks you in the wine cellar during dessert so he gets the whole Black Forest gateau to himself.

Dean 1:36 That’s HILARIOUS

Cas 1:38 I almost wet myself, Dean.

Dean 1:38 And you think that makes it less funny???

Cas 1:43 I should have known older brothers would take each others’ side.

Dean 1:44 Damn right It’s in the big brother handbook

Cas 1:49 Did you terrorize Sam too?

Dean 1:52 No And whatever he tells you about itching powder, a farting donkey, and superglue is totally a lie

Cas 1:53 Never mind. I don’t even want to know.

Dean 1:58 Yeah, nobody came out the winner that time Sammy always gave as good as he got though But you seem like the kind of goody two shoes who wouldn’t get your big brother back like he deserved

Cas 2:03 I was worse as a child. It didn’t help that Gabe had an almost preternatural ability to anticipate retaliation. My choices of pranks were never particularly inventive, so he saw them coming from a mile away.

Dean 2:04 So Gabe is a plumber with a sweet tooth?

Cas 2:05 Yes?

Dean 2:06 You got any other ammo on him?

Cas 2:07 He also has an extensive porn collection of vintage Casa Erotica VHS and goes to some annual pornography convention in Vegas. My parents didn’t cut him off for dropping out of college because they were well aware of his alternative and, in their mind, Gabe chose the lesser of two evils.

Dean 2:11 Holy shit, Cas That’s what you LEAD with

Cas 2:12 Excuse me?

Dean 2:19 Next time you’re at his place, you’re gonna swap out half those VHS for Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood or Nut Cracker or a Nova documentary Just total boner-killers. He won’t see it coming. Heh Literally

Cas 2:20 Truly?

Dean 2:22 I don’t see why he would

Cas 2:23 Thank you. I might actually take your suggestion.

Dean 2:25 Do it! And then tell me how it goes. Sammy’s all the way in Seattle, so we haven’t had a real prank war in too long.

Cas 2:27 Aren’t you a little old for such childish behavior?

Dean 2:30 You’re older than I am!

Cas 2:31 I’m making up for lost time.

Dean 2:32 You’re unbelievable. Alright, Marcia, if you want to play it that way See if I help you when Gabe hides your stethoscope or dyes your white coat pink in retaliation

Cas 2:35 … he dyed it bright yellow, actually.

Dean 2:36 HAHAHAHAH

Cas 2:37 I looked like a YIELD sign.

Dean: 2:39 Please tell me you have pictures

Cas 2:43 I do, actually. IMG_215

Dean 2:44 What’s with the black stripes?

Cas 2:45 I added the stripes for Halloween last year. I was a bumblebee.

Dean 2:46 Damn Not even a sexy bumblebee?

Cas 2:49 Ah, but you can’t see what’s under my doctor’s coat.

Dean 2:50 An even smaller bumblebee costume?

Cas 2:52 No…

Dean 2:53 Don’t do this to me Lingerie?

Cas 2:55 I wore SCRUBS, Dean, because I am a medical professional.

Dean 2:58 You’re such an ass What are you doing this year?

Cas 2:58 I was thinking of wearing my usual coat and scrubs.

Dean 3:01 Booooo

Cas 3:02 What are you going as, then?

Dean 3:05 A cowboy! Tenth year in a row, baby. If it ain’t broke, yadda yadda yadda

Cas 3:06 But, having recently seen a new medical show, I was thinking of adding cowboy boots to my standard getup.

Dean 3:08 No way

Cas 3:08 Do you by chance have a spare pair I could borrow for Halloween?

Dean 3:10 Hell yes I do! But Shit, I have a 5am call time tomorrow Today? Fuck. I think I have to cut his convo short

Cas 3:11 Oh dear My apologies for keeping you so late! :o

Dean 3:14 Not your fault at all dude

Cas 3:15 I never even heard the story of your worst first date!

Dean 3:18 How about I tell you over dinner Friday? 7PM work with you? You chose the place last time, so I’ll pick this one

Cas 3:18 It’s a date :D

[roronoacherries]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | monkey d. luffy

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 1.723 words

“HAPPY WEDDING! - MONKEY D. LUFFY”

Naturally, the Straw Hat’s captain would sign his full government name in tall, bold letters without any form of discretion.

The girl wondered whether his crewmates had noted his carelessness at all. Although knowing the Straw Hat, if they’d warned him he didn’t care to listen, and if they hadn’t it was because he’d sent this letter to her without letting anyone know. She wondered, briefly, who had left the note on her nightstand. Surely it couldn’t have been anyone — not with the name of one of the most wanted pirates on the Grand Line etched across its front.

She didn’t dwell on the question for long, preferring not to know; at least, not yet.

After all, Luffy was unpredictable, and when he set out to do something there was not a soul who could persuade him into changing his mind. He was a pirate captain through and through.

As the daughter of a formidable marine, she had been accustomed to order her entire life and was, above all things, obedient. Meeting the pirate had welcomed a happy chaos into her life; a sort of chaos she didn't know she needed before. She’d kept Luffy out of trouble, while he dragged her into it. That was the nature of their relationship.

And it never changed. The words on that envelope were proof of it, as were the events of the last day they spent with one another.

“Luffy, that’s nuts. You know I can’t-”

The pirate had made a habit of climbing up to her balcony and sneaking into her bedroom every evening. At the beginning, she’d insisted that he leave, telling him to stop coming to her and promising to meet him elsewhere. She went so far as to tell the pirate that if he didn’t listen, she would have no choice but to call for her father, but Luffy knew these were empty threats. He kept returning until she came to eagerly await his visits.

Allowing the pirate to meet her privately, allowing him to persuade her into sneaking out for a walk together through the village, into tiptoeing to the kitchen late at night, or dancing with him on a rooftop under the moonlight — none of those things were like what the Straw Hat was suggesting that night.

“Sure you can! It’s not like anyone ‘ll ever know!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down!!” She gave him a stern look, begging him to understand that this time he was crossing the line, but all the Straw Hat did was give a quick peck to her lips and a smile that screamed, ‘You can’t stay mad at me and you know it.’

“Luffy,” she sighed. “I am joining the Marines. I cannot be caught on a pirate ship — much less, yours.”

“You’re cute when you’re all serious like that.”

She groaned, knowing her words were going in one ear and out the other. Luffy wasn’t going to listen to reason. Instead, he stretched his arms around her and kissed her again, though this time properly. Instinctively, she kissed him back.

“See. Can’t be caught doing that either, but you still did it.” Luffy teased, tugging at her hand. “C’mon, no one will see you and I want you to see my ship and meet all my friends.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll see your pirate ship and meet your pirate crew. It’ll be great, I’m great. This is great.” She took a deep breath and forced herself to smile. “All I ask is that we please, please, walk there.”

“Don’t be silly. What if someone sees you?” He wrapped his arm around her, not bothering to hide his playful grin.

“Luffy… LUFFY!! No!!”

She resigned herself to fate as the Straw Hat stretched his arms, holding onto him and shutting her eyes tightly. She didn’t dare open her eyes even after the two had rolled onto the deck of the ship.

“Hate you so much,” she muttered, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Luffy laughed loudly, kissing her forehead in response before whispering a soft, “I love you, too.”

The words echoed in her head. He said them so casually, like they came easy to him; like it wasn’t his first time saying them; like there was not a doubt in his mind that he meant them with everything in him. Before she had a chance to react, several voices shouted at once, chastising Luffy for his recklessness.

Looking up, she was met with the gentle brown eyes of a smiling girl with short orange hair who apologized profusely on behalf of her captain, although her demeanor quickly changed when she turned back to Luffy.

“What the hell were you thinking?! You scared the poor girl half to death!”

“You can’t slingshot a lady across an island!” This voice came from a tall blond who didn’t hesitate to kick his captain on the head.

“It’s okay. I’m fine!” she assured them, astonished that Luffy’s crew would be so stern with him despite him being their captain. She supposed it was necessary, considering Luffy’s impulsive and reckless nature. At least, I know you’re in good hands, she thought to herself, holding Luffy as he rested against her chest, rubbing his head where his crewmate had kicked him.

“Who are you anyway?” This pirate she recognized from wanted posters as ‘Pirate Hunter’ Zoro.

“Um…”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Luffy answered with a giggle, provoking a collective shout from his crew. “Girlfriend?!”

“Something like that…” she added quietly.

The crew stood frozen, as if the idea of Luffy falling in love was unheard of. She could understand why. Falling in love with Luffy had been easy, but she had from the start resigned herself to an unrequited love. Not only was this a pirate she had fallen for, but she’d been certain that he would be too naïve to take notice of her affection.

The first time he’d kissed her, it nearly took her breath away. The two had been laughing hysterically about something she could hardly remember anymore, when suddenly she felt his lips against hers. A kiss that came because he could no longer ignore the rollercoaster he felt in his stomach whenever she smiled or her fingers grazed his hand.

“Luffy…” A part of her had wanted to push him away, to remind him that they were only unlikely friends and that that was as far as they could go. Anything more would complicate things to an extent she didn’t want to think about — and she didn’t. She’d held his face in her hands and pulled him closer.

They had never discussed their relationship beyond subtle reminders on her behalf that it would have to come to an end soon. She hated mentioning it, seeing Luffy’s constant smile falter at the reminder that he would be leaving her behind but he never dwelled on it for long. While she had never outright agreed to being the pirate’s girlfriend — and if he’d asked, she would have forced herself to say no — hearing him say the words brought a glowing smile to her face.

Once he had introduced her to each member of his crew, Luffy intertwined his fingers with hers and gave it a squeeze. “C’mon! Let me show you the rest of the ship.”

As Luffy gave her a tour of the Going Merry, she pretended not to notice that he was treating her like another member of his crew — like she’d be on this boat with him forever, rather than it being their last night together.

“This is my favorite spot.”

“The figurehead?” she questioned, seeing nothing too special about it.

“It’s my special seat,” Luffy smiled, pulling her up to sit with him. She held him tightly, gripping his shirt in fear that they might slip. “You’re okay,” he said, his voice almost a laugh. “I promise. Just relax.”

It wasn’t until she felt his arms around her that she managed to take a breath. It was her turn then to pretend she could stay on this ship, in his arms, forever.

“Luffy…” she shut her eyes, resting her head against his chest. “What if I left with you?”

The Straw Hat was silent for a moment as he fought the desire to kiss her and shout in assent. Of course he wanted her on his crew. He selfishly wanted her to leave everything behind for him, to sail across the Grand Line with him — but more than that, he wanted to see her happy; perhaps not by his side, but living out her dream.

No, he could never ask her to give up her dream for his, and unlike the rest of his crew, he couldn’t help her with it unless he let her go. He placed his hat on her head and bit his lip in a failed attempt to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.

“That’s stupid,” he said, bluntly. “What do I need a marine on my crew for?”

When she noticed the tears, it was like her heart had finished shattering. It was worse than watching the sun itself stop shining. Nevertheless, the pirate kept his composure, shaking his head and blinking away the tears before speaking again. “It’s not like being far apart is gonna change how I feel about you,” he assured.

“I don’t want to be apart from you, Luffy,” she begged, though knowing he was, for once, the one being sensible.

“You’re the one who said it a million times, Y/N. I’m going to be King of the Pirates…” Luffy’s fingers fiddled with her hair as he stared longingly at the girl in his arms. “…and you’re going to be a big shot marine.” In his eyes, she could see that he had as much faith in her as he did in himself.

“I love you, Luffy.”

The words came easy to her too.

“Just don’t let me go yet.”

CONGRATS!!!!

Nami read in the papers that you’re getting married. I’m so happy for you. You looked so pretty in the picture! I bet you’ll look even prettier in your wedding dress. I’m a little sad that it’s not me marrying you but you’re still mine no matter what, right? And that’s what matters.

I still love you so much.

From your most favorite pirate,

Monkey D. Luffy

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

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