#Just realizing i cant enter or tab

[hxrny-ftm]

Imagine this, you're at a bar. Its a high end bar in the nice part of town, and drinks are expensive. You wanted to treat yourself. You don't realize until you try to close your tab that you've left your wallet at home. Hoping to charm the bartender, you lean over the bar a little, showing off your tits in your deep cut dress.

"Surely there's something you can do bartender, without my wallet I can't pay."

"Don't worry," he responded. "There's ways you can pay us back. I'll introduce you to the boss, he'll work something out for you."

The bartender takes you into the back room of the bar. You can feel yourself getting tense with nerves. What's the boss going to want from you?

The bartender knocks on the door to the back office, throwing a wink your way.

"What is it?" comes a deep voice from inside.

The bartender pops his head in the door. "Sorry boss, but we have a customer who cant pay back her tab. I'm afraid its quite a lot, and she wants to discuss an alternative with you."

"Bring her in."

As you enter the bosses office, you momentarily forget your nervousness. His office smells sweet, and the loud music of the bar fades into a relaxing hum in the back of your mind. The boss gestures for you to take a seat in front of his desk, and without thinking you obey. The chair is comfortable, and you feel some tension leave your shoulders as you sit. The sweet smell you noticed earlier, along with the dim lights tinted pink, momentarily cause you to drift away. His deep, soothing voice draws your attention back to him.

"I hear you need an alternative payment plan sweetheart," the boss says. The rhythmic tones of his voice lull you into a sense of safety. "Don't worry dear, we'll fix you right up. Just relax now, I'll explain everything for you. Now I'm going to count down from ten..."

You feel your eyelids relaxing, your neck going limp, and your thoughts slow and fade away as you fall into a deep trance.

As you wake up, you realize you are no longer in the boss's office. You appear to be in a brightly lit bathroom, and you can hear the muffled tones of the bar music. You are sitting on your knees, with your arms tied behind your back. You look up to see the boss's face, a suggestive glint in his eyes as he gazes down at you. In a moment of panic, you realize you have been stripped completely naked.

"What did you do to me?"

"Hush darling, you needed a way to pay back your debt to us. Now, open wide."

Without hesitation you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You see him rest the head of his dick on your outstretched tongue, and you begin sucking him off. You realize you cannot control your actions, and this is how you are expected to pay off your debts. A line of men begins to form behind the boss as he finishes.

"Swallow." And you obey.

#hypnosis #hypno toy #hypnosub #brainwashing #personal

[ae-neon]

I would be lying if i say Feyre secretly like the idea that she can command her family. We see it when they were poor. Yeah, I get it. Papa doesnt want to work , we dont have food.

Feyre hunt. Yeah, our breadwinner. But she bring home also this bossy and commanding attitude. I thought it was just her way to cope with her fear of having to hunt and losing money to eat. Maybe it is her mask, her wall to shield herself from fear and anxiety being in the wood or not wanting her family to worry about her.

But, she gained comfort. Safety,provided and it became clear. Her attitude and controlling thing became more obvious as she ascended as High Lady. I dont realize the scene in acotar 2 where she "wish rhys could force her sibling to work with them" . Tf, who are you to force your sibling? You are no longer their breadwinner, Tamlin is (cuz give them money but papa archeron manage it and now they are rich).

But i sense it the moment the batboy first enter the Archeron manner and Feyre did nothing when the batboy make offensive comment to her sister. Say what you want, but i grew up in one wld and unhealthy sibling. Nobody can say bad word to my sibling except for me and vice versa. Nobody can call me bitch except my sibling. The same thing i mean girl 'its only okay when I say it'- Janis. There is boundary between the family and the outsider. And then feyre let them????? I thought their relationship heal in the last book????

Why the sudden cold between sibling?

And then we got Acosf. Omg, the anger I feel when feyre say things like 'what people gonna say if I cant control my sister. How will they trust me to govern?'

CONTROLL??? you admit it yourself here you wanted to control your sister, feyruhhhh???

And it was never about helping Nesta in the first place? If nesta didnt use the tab or money, will IC intervent her?

I knew Feyre like the power she wield. We see it with nesta. Guilty of it? Maybe like 48% of it but the rest is this feeling knowing your sibling will listen to you.

Then we have Nesta. Smart Nesta, educated Nesta, prized by their mother. I can sense this lead to a huge mommy issue for Nesta and Feyre. Nesta became the daughter and stripped of her worth to fit her mother dream daughter while Feyre leaves by her own. Tending her own loneliness.

One thing i notice of feyre is, she is too quick making a conclusion of one thing. Like how she conclude that Nesta will be a burden when she marry Tomas. She dont see Nesta perspective where she is trying to save her family, especially Elain.

If Feyre should not control her sibling then who should? Nobody should. I dont people came out to me and say 'oh you want nesta in charge because she elder'. Duh no.

They all should respect each other, support where it is needed and care for each other. But of course, no individual is flawless or perfect.

But the attempt to control? Oh feyre, i knew you secretly like it. It give you sense of authority. We see her losing her own authority in the IC, perhaps controlling her sibling is the only one left to her.

Friends? IC

Mate ? He established the IC.

Court? Handle by her mate. Where part she handle?

Education in prythian? I don't see it here. And rhys seem content letting her believe what she want. All goes to Rhys when it comes to decision making.

Her siblings are the only one that left. God, i feel bad for Nesta and Elain. They r trapped. Elain at least can escape to Day court once Lucien is recognized as their heir. But Nesta? Nuh-uh. A cursed indeed to Nesta and Cassian mating bond.

Hello anon

I agree with you. I think Feyre likes the idea of control. In her defence this is probably a coping mechanism from the cabin years where she felt like her mother's promise forced her into action.

But those are just her feelings, it's just her trauma, and unfortunately sjm gave up on addressing Feyre as a flawed, developing character when she had to make Feyre infallible so her view of Rhysand cannot be questioned by the reader.

I also agree that the "control" shouldn't be with Nesta just cause she's the eldest. She's also traumatized and coping with unhealthy methods.

Here's where my opinion might be controversial. (Disclaimer, I'm definitely for the sisters being the centre of this story and their relationship being key but I don't think that's the reality of what sjm wrote)

I think it's easy to see from the meeting in acomaf right up to the reason for the "intervention" that Feyre considers the IC equal or more important than her sisters.

That's fine, whatever, it's her life.

But she did something way worse.

Nesta has no choice if the "choice" is do what I want or suffer. That is called the Illusion of Choice. It's not real, it's coercion.

Feyre should not have offered that false choice. She should have simply cut Nesta off. That's her right (doesn't matter if we think it's morally correct or not)

If it embarrassed her so much why didn't she quietly ask Rhys to stop giving Nesta money?

But she insisted on using her political and financial advantage to dictate how Nesta should live. Control is Feyre's coping mechanism, yes, but when combined with her power over Nesta's physical, financial and political well being? That becomes abuse, whether she means to or not.

And I think you're right, in the end Feyre ends up regressing the progress she and Nesta have made because she realises she has nothing else to control in the Night Court.

She owes too much to Rhysand for them to be equals. She is hundreds of years younger than everyone else. She is still mostly uneducated and under qualified. Everyone has a role with real, direct influence except her so in a subconscious panic Feyre decides she much control her "household"

So all over again we are suddenly back in the literal first pages of acotar where Feyre is trying to dictate Nesta's life - no matter how justified she might think she is.

I think Feyre would be lost without her sisters, Nesta in particular, because suddenly the purpose she had built her identity around "saving and protecting" no longer exists.

Maybe that's also why she got pregnant so young. She needs someone to look after and she's the youngest person in the books so only her own literal child would work.

It's probably also why there was such importance on her hunting and none on what Elain and Nesta did. Because otherwise she would have to face the fact that she wasn't the sole reason her family survived and again this role of caregiver and protector will crumble.

Of course Feyre hunted and fed her family. Of course she saved Tamlin and Prythian and defended the Rainbow.

But now the war is over and she has no core identity. She doesn't know how to help as HL, she just walks around hears sad stories and gets things for free.

Anyways it's actually sad Feyre is so lost. I wonder if sjm is gonna have her sit back for the next books now that she has a baby

#anon asks #anti feyre #but not really #anti sjm #anti acosf #pro nesta #but not really x2

[multeasers]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Zag !!

PRONOUNS: they / he

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: personally, I'd prefer tumblr ! either through asks or dms, i don't mind ! i’ll only give my discord out if it’s really needed, and only ever in private, but i’m kinda choosy on who gets it anyway

NAME OF MUSE(S): a-qing !

RP EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS  /  YEARS ?): i started between 2013 and 2015 i wanna say,,, i cant remember exactly when, but it's that timeframe for sure . i stopped in 2016ish tho, and was on / primarily off until now !

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: chatzy ( hell world ), kik, and now tumblr

BEST EXPERIENCE: hmm,,, it kind of had nothing to do with rping itself, but the chatzy room that i was first in ( that wasn't like, private and only for certain people ) had a set amount of users allowed in it at one time, but it would tell you when people TRIED to enter . so, eventually, we all figured out that some of us could LEAVE the room, BUT if we stayed in the same tab when we did, when we hit the back arrow we'd be able to bypass the max amount of people bc we'd be brought right back in . when i say we CELEBRATED when it worked the first time 😂😂

RP PET PEEVES / DEAL-BREAKERS: peeves-wise, one liners, mostly ; i need somethin to work with ! but also script- / play-style writing . also, the usage of asterisks when a muse does something ( within the thread itself, i mean ) . a deal-breaker would be if you’re really fucking rude to me outside of rp, or straight up refuse to discuss anything potentially triggering before introducing it / doing it in general . it’s one thing to not realize, and another altogether to just refuse to say anything about it . if it’s a general sort of thing though then it does kinda irk me if we haven’t discussed that we’ll be doing that ; if we’ve talked prior about just doing what we feel is best for the direction of the thread, though, then that’s also different since, yanno, we talked about it lskdma ESSENTIALLY this is a long winded way, maybe, of me saying a deal-breaker is if we don’t talk about SOMETHING before starting a thread, and later if it’s refused to be given discussion then that’s for sure a deal-breaker

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i'll do anything but romance and smut ! even if i introduced other muses, i’d still hold on to this stance 

PLOTS OR MEMES: i think memes are fun but i've got very little experience w them ;;;; i prefer to plot if we've just met tho for sure 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: personally, i prefer long replies for myself ! certain chatzy rpers ( at least for the fandom i was rping in at the time ) were hell if we didn't go for long responses, and at the time i looked up to a lot of them, so now it’s just habit . tbh if i ever give a short reply / shorter reply than normal, it’s because i’m either tired or in a lot of pain ( just not enough to keep me from the blog LOL ) . for partners though i couldn’t care less, get as long or as short as you want !

BEST TIME TO WRITE: honestly, just whenever i can ! though typically it’s whenever i finally manage to get outta bed, so anywhere between 5 pm to 5 am my time is fair game

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): depends on if i want her to be :p

Tagging : @vagomvndo and @alurkingdisaster 

#&& ( posts ) : memes #🌊 ( ooc ) : mun talking #sorry to tag u two ; if you dont wanna be tagged pls just tell me ! #i didnt know who else to tag saklmd #that hasnt already done it / been tagged that i know already #need 2 get on talkin to others.... augh . it will be done . when im not nervous #augh added some things to the peeves part but i feel like it doesnt make much sense cries #ik what i mean though... ig if you have questions . just ask me and i'll try to explain better ksldm

[epid13]

My Hero Academia/ Boku no Hīrō Akademia Fanfic Ideas

Note: I have not watched the show or read the manga because I want to binge it when it’s complete, but I’ve read a lot of fanfic. _______________________________________________________________________ 1: There are fics of Midoriya A: Being a villain /B: vigilantes and his excuse for not technically being at fault are because _______________________________________________________________________ C: to be at fault you actually have to have a quirk. Most of them he’s still in school and gets caught pretty early on by friends and/or teachers and is basically moved to the hero class and has to stop. Or as an adult caught by friends or lover and is the only one that can go against all for one without fear,/ to slite said lover. ._______________________________________________________________________ D: all for one is dad Midoriya. E: Dad Midorya helps quirkless son with, F: feelings, G: bullies, H: legal matters ._______________________________________________________________________ *So what I want is Adult Midoriya to be able to get away with it for a while and when caught actually go to court to defend himself (with maybe his dad) with C. ._______________________________________________________________________ 2: Fics with Midoriya A: a villain, B: being with the league of villains, C: double-crossing them, D: turning them in, E: defeat them, F: With all for one take him when all might reject him/ says he can’t be a hero. ._______________________________________________________________________ G: Have multiple quirks. H: all for one giving him Quirks. I: succeeding All for one, J: Being the brains of the operation, K: his notebooks coming in handy, L: against him, M: found by teachers, N: and principle ._______________________________________________________________________ O: Midoriya having a disability. P: being smart, Q: getting along with principle. R: Analyzing together, S: being good with animals ._______________________________________________________________________ T: Being experimented on. U: becoming a Nomu. V: Nomu’s being able to have more quirks with the starting person being quirkless. W: Nomu Being made of kids Midoriya and Katsuki know, X: The doctor being the one that declares Midoriya Quirkless is the one that makes Nomu. Y: Even using his nephew/grandson with wings. ._______________________________________________________________________ Z: Midoriya being missing, AA: kidnapped, AB: held prisoner. AC: Mom also was gone. AD: being used against him AE: or dead ._______________________________________________________________________ AF: Midoriya and Katsuki having a secret language, AG: Katsuki missing him, AH: searching for him. AI: saving him. AJ: finding him, AK: him being there in the Hideout Raid Arc, AL: surprise touching reunion. ._______________________________________________________________________ AM: Meeting Naomasa Tsukauchi, AN: and getting along, AO: and surprising him. AP: Midoriya being/acting as a child. AQ: being good an Artist due to notebooks ._______________________________________________________________________ *Starts with F/AA&AB, T, giving him O, by X, and H. Leading to V, W, &Y. Also AC-AD. Making J, K, AM-AO happen. Then AJ-AQ. and.M-S. then A-E kinda. ._______________________________________________________________________ Timeline: ._______________________________________________________________________ Background they find out after. ._______________________________________________________________________ All for one kidnapping and holding Midoriya prisoner when All Might reject him/ says he can’t be a hero. ._______________________________________________________________________ Mom Midoriya is taken and used against him and eventually killed. Leading him to be the brains of the operation and his notebooks coming in handy. ._______________________________________________________________________ When he no longer cooperates he starts being experimented on. By the doctor that declares Midoriya Quirkless is the one that makes Nomu and possibly All for one giving him Quirks. ._______________________________________________________________________ Leading to the realization of Nomu’s being able to have more quirks with the starting person being quirkless. Nomu Being made of kids Midoriya and Katsuki know. Even the doctor using his nephew/grandson with wings. ._______________________________________________________________________ Starts with. ._______________________________________________________________________ Finding Midorya in a locked room after the Hideout Raid Arc chained to the middle floor and hiding under the bed having soiled himself. Slurred crying sorry over and over then being found and trying to get away thinking he’s in trouble. ._______________________________________________________________________ Take him to the station after realizing he has a disability. Crying and acts a child or infant, sucking his thumb and eventually needing a dipper. As he soils himself when scared or remembering sad things. ._______________________________________________________________________ The notebooks are found by teachers and principle. Meeting Naomasa Tsukauchi, getting along, and surprising him. ._______________________________________________________________________ While they are trying to find out who he is they bring have him color with they find he’s good at. He gives people pictures of themselves after he meets them. Which is cute until they realize he knows info about the league of villains, but can’t articulate it. ._______________________________________________________________________ They bring in Nezu to help decipher the pictures and what Midoriya knows. Their meeting is cute, Izuku tries to pet the principle. Its stoped of course and later he gives his a picture with a kinda no-touch symbol. ._______________________________________________________________________ Katsuki shows up for questioning, and Midoriya sees him. Speaking for the first time other than apologies, a broken and rough Kacchan, and a surprisingly touching reunion. As Katsuki missed him and searching for him. ._______________________________________________________________________ Izuku takes him after calming down and show him the pictures. Midoriya and Katsuki having a secret language or understanding of each other they pieced together what happened to him and what he knows. ._______________________________________________________________________ Such as having a type of Lobotomy or brain surgery, were like the Nomu they sawed off the top of the head Hannible style. They took a piece of his brain out, then they put his head back on. He shows them the scar and tries to explain how he doesn’t know what happened to it. With examples 1. It being experimented by the doctor. 2. Being added to a Nomu brain. 3. All for one taking it (for remembrance?,1, or to use with on of his quirks). 4. It being just throw away. Or 5. It being eaten. ._______________________________________________________________________ Quirks vs Quirklessness is circling the foot or having a dash through it, then just a q. Telling about the doctor and childhood friends/Nomu trough circles and arrows. ._______________________________________________________________________ They take him to the dorms to protect him and find out about his quirks much later.

#Just realizing i cant enter or tab

[trouble-off-grid]

Little Fish

Here it is, this is my piece for the mcyt g/t enchange, and my person was @lorie-the-little-ghost! I’ve never written Karlnap before so I was supper excited to see this prompt and I hope you enjoy! Living with Sapnap felt just as natural as swimming, of course, there were the occasional rough parts, but the reward was worth more to Karl than any risks that came with sharing a house with a human. When Sapnap first suggested they were to get a house together, Karl all but glowed at the idea. He loved Sapnap and couldn’t wait to spend even more time together with his boyfriend, there was only a slight problem with this. The house they moved into was right on the seaside and while the view was truly gorgeous, Karl couldn’t help the way his body froze anytime Sapnap mentioned going down to the actual beach.

The idea of Sapnap seeing what Karl actually was terrified him, he truly loved Sapnap and as much as he hated keeping such a main part of him a secret from him he couldn’t help but be more scared of losing his love. So he agreed to move there and just promised himself that he would avoid all water while around Sapnap. Even if it hurt him every time he declined going down to the beach with some flimsy excuse. After all, the man was relentless with his efforts, and seeing his face fall every time was not something Karl wished for.

It was this current thought process that brought Karl back to the conversation he was having with his boyfriend, “Come on babe I promise it’ll be so much fun, I even packed us lunch!” Sapnap pleaded, staring at him with his best puppy dog eyes. Karl almost broke then and there, maybe if he went and just stuck strictly to the sand everything would be okay. But the little voice in his head couldn’t stop whispering about all the what-if scenarios. Ignoring how his heart yearned to be able to swim with Sapnap while in his true form. 

He looked away from Sapnap, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes at his answer, “I’m sorry Sap but I’ve just got a really bad cramp right now” The excuse sounded weak even to Karl, and as soon as he mumbled out his answer he was standing from his chair and making his way down to their bedroom. He immediately flopped down onto the bed and groaned loudly into his pillow. Getting all his frustrations out he grabbed it with both hands and curled himself around it, trying to swallow down the guilt he felt at lying to Sapnap.

Meanwhile, Sapnap just stared as his boyfriend all but ran out of the room from him. Sighing he sat down the bag with their lunches in it on the counter and slumped into the seat Karl was previously sitting in. He couldn’t help but feel that Karl was hiding something from him. He seemed so excited to move in together yet there were times when it felt like Karl would just completely pull away from him. Thinking over all the odd encounters he’s had with Karl recently made him notice how these moments aligned with anytime Sapnap mentioned going to the beach. 

Raking through his brain for possible solutions he tried to think of why Karl would avoid the beach like the plague. It’s not as if he avoided water either, as the man still took showers like a normal person. So if Karl wasn’t scared of water then why wouldn’t he want to swim? As if his muddled thoughts cleared suddenly, he was left with an answer that made so much sense he was shocked he hadn’t figured it out earlier. 

Karl can’t swim. 

It made perfect sense! He must have just been too embarrassed to say anything so instead, he just avoided his problem. Well, how could Sapnap claim himself as the best boyfriend if he continued to let Karl suffer alone in his embarrassment? Sapnap was determined to teach Karl to swim now, he smirked as he thought about his adorable boyfriend clinging to him as they waded in the ocean together. Taking their food out of the bag and putting it in the fridge Sapnap left the kitchen and made his way to their office where he began his research on how to teach someone to swim. 

Deciding to stop wallowing in his own self-pity Karl peeked out of the bedroom trying to gauge where Sapnap was in the house. Karl was already hiding a big part of himself, the last thing he wanted to do was completely hide away from Sapnap. Walking through the hallway he saw the lights were on in the office, he gently knocked on the door before pushing it fully open and entering. 

At the sound of Karl coming in Sapnap swiftly closed the tab he was on and spun his chair around to face Karl. They made eye contact and Karl gave a little apologetic smile at Sapnap, normally the younger would feel disheartened after his boyfriend declined his offer once again but knowing the truth now he smiled fully back at him. 

When Karl walked into the office he was a little suspicious of how quickly Sapnap closed whatever screen he was on but with how big of a secret Karl was keeping from him he figured it was only fair Sapnap got to have his own. So instead of questioning the weird behavior he just moved on getting ready to apologize to Sapnap only to be surprised when Sapnap genuinely smiled at him, “I just wanted to apologize again for not being able to go to the beach with you but uh, I think I might’ve just eaten something bad.” 

Standing from his chair Sapnap made his way over to Karl grabbing both his hands in his own and rubbing a circle gently on his boyfriends’ skin, “Hey, no worries baby, I understand and besides there’s always next time,” He let a smirk grow on his face and wiggled his eyebrows at Karl, delighted in the way he broke into giggles at his antics.

Karl seemed to stare longingly into Sapnaps eyes as he replied, “Yeah, next time.”

Next time seemed to come sooner than Karl was prepared for as normally Sapnap waited a couple of days to ask him the dreaded question again but it seemed his boyfriend had other plans for today. 

Sapnap had left the house extra early that morning just to go shopping for the items needed for his swimming lessons with Karl. He couldn’t wait to show Karl the kickboard and fun assortment of floaties he had bought.     

He was practically vibrating with excitement as he unlocked the front door shopping bags in hand. He couldn’t help but smile in glee when he saw Karl started as he burst in through the door and saw Karl startle. 

Their current positions felt like Deja vu as Sapnap prepared to ask Karl the same question he asked yesterday. But this time would be different as now Sapnap knew why Karl was declining all his offers. 

“Karl my love! We are going to the beach today!” Paying attention he noticed how Karl winced once he realized what was said, only reaffirming Sapnaps suspicion. 

Biting his lip in contemplation he tried to find the words to say, “Sap I would love to, but, I just ate and I really shouldn’t go swimming right after eating.” Normally this would be the moment when Sapnap tried and failed to not act sad over Karl declining and then he would eventually give up asking until another today. Today however Sapnap seemed to only grin wider after hearing Karls response.

“See I knew you’d say that, every time I’ve asked you to come down to the beach with me you’ve always declined,” Karl wasn’t sure he liked the way Sapnap was walking towards him as he spoke, “I’ve been trying to figure out why you would say no.” At this point Sapnap was practically standing over Karl making the taller have to look up at him as he was sitting down, “And I finally know the truth.” 

Karl felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest with how fast it was beating. How could Sapnap know? He had been so careful not to slip up and expose himself yet somehow his boyfriend had still found out. “Go on, say it then.” He closed his eyes in preparation, not being able to look at Sapnap when he said it.

“You can’t swim!” Those three words had Karl startled out of his thoughts.

“I, uh what?”

“Yeah babe, I know you’ve been too embarrassed to say anything to me but I figured it out yesterday and I’ve decided I’m gonna teach you to swim.” Sapnap sounded so sure that Karl found it hard to even respond to him.

“That’s not- I know how to swim Sapnap” He weakly argued.

“You don’t have to lie anymore, plenty of people can’t swim Karl, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me,” and before Karl could even respond Sapnap was emptying the grocery bags to show his earlier purchases.

“Look! I even got stuff so that It would be easier for me to teach you!” 

Karl could feel as his eyes start to swell with tears, he was so lucky to have such a caring boyfriend, if only he knew the truth. Standing up so he was now right next to Sapnap, staring down at him. “Sapnap, this was all very sweet of you but I can’t go to the beach with you.”

He could see confusion paint Sapnaps’ face as he spoke, “I don’t understand, why are you avoiding this?”

“I just can’t okay?” He turned to leave the room, desperate to escape this conversation but found his wrist caught in Sapnaps hand before he could. 

“If you can swim then why are you avoiding me on this? Did I do something?” 

“No, I just can’t talk about it,” He tried to pull his wrist free but found Sapnap still holding on. 

“Why can’t you tell me?” Sapnap pleaded.

“I just cant!” Karl tried pulling his wrist out again at the same time Sapnap let go. Not expecting the sudden momentum Karl stumbled backward flailing his arms to try and catch his balance. As he did so he knocked a glass of water straight off the counter and onto himself.

It was as if time froze before multiple things happened all at once. Both men turned to a state of panic, Sapnap worried the glass hurt Karl while Karl was panicking over what he knew was about to happen. He could see Sapnaps lips moving, trying to ask if he were okay but his ears were filled with a ringing sensation. Karl could only pray that this time he got water on himself would be a fluke, maybe nothing bad would happen.

 As if thinking about it made it true he immediately felt himself go from towering over Sapnap to now having to stare up at him from the floor in just a quick flash. He had never seen Sapnap from this angle and he could only imagine the short jokes Sapnap would make if he saw him now. That is if he was able to ignore the fishtail now attached to his body and only focused on his new height.

Meanwhile, Sapnap stared in disbelief as one second his boyfriend was in front of him and the next he wasn’t. Looking around the now empty room and not seeing Karl he started to panic and call out, “Karl?! Baby, where’d you go?!”

While Karl was trying to figure out a plan to get away without being seen he couldn’t help but hear how desperate Sapnap sounded. He kept glancing from his tail, up to his boyfriend, and then again. If not for the way Sapnap was still calling out in a panic he might not have worked up the courage to gain his attention. Drawing all his nerves Karl sat, petting his tail for comfort, he had to remind himself that this was Sapnap, his loving boyfriend, who would never hurt him.

“Sapnap!” Watching as the aforementioned male looked around in confusion he continued, “Look down!” 

Sapnap hearing Karl’s voice looked down to see his boyfriend, not only tiny but sprouting a rainbow fishtail. Crouching down to get a closer look at him he saw that sure enough, his boyfriend was now a tiny merman,” So I take it this means you do know how to swim?” He joked.

Flustered, Karl covered his face with his hands, “That’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?!” God Karl couldn’t believe how much of a nimrod his boyfriend was. 

“Just trying to lighten the mood” He chuckled. It still felt like his eyes were deceiving him and he started to reach out to Karl only to pause right before actually touching him when he saw Karl flinch away from him. “I would never hurt you, Karl,” he whispered, keeping his hand right in front of Karl.

Slowly reaching out he put his hand on Sapnaps finger marveling at the size difference, “It’s not you I’m scared of, it’s just your height” 

Sapnap felt his breath hitch at the feeling of Karls little hand on him, looking closely he could even see little webbing between his fingers, “What, jealous that I’m taller?”

“Oh shut up nimrod!” Karl lightly smacked Sapnaps finger and gasped in surprise when he nudged him back in retaliation. 

“So, a fish huh, don’t you like need water or something?” His eyes squinted in concern as he stared at Karl as if he was about to drop dead.

“To stay in this form I need to remain wet, otherwise I’ll transform back, my scales will probably dry out soon enough”

“Do you want to? Stay in that uh form I mean, If you want, I can run a bath for you?” 

“Yeah actually, that would be really nice.”

Surprised that Karl agreed Sapnap perked up cupping his hands around Karl but not touching him just yet, “Is it okay if I carry you?”

Karl had never been held by a human before but if he was going to do this he was glad it was someone he trusted as much as Sapnap, “Yeah.”

Constantly looking at Karls’ face to see if there was any discomfort he slowly began to close his hands underneath the little fish. Until Karl was fully cupped safely in his hands, where he brought him against his chest for extra support, “I’m gonna stand now, okay?” He watched as Karl clung onto his thumb for support and nodded his head in confirmation.

With that Sapnap slowly stood up, thankful that he was still wearing shoes as he made his way around the broken glass on the floor, making a reminder to clean that up later. Careful not to jostle his little passenger he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Once inside he gently moved Karl to one hand, using his other to get the bath set up. 

He absentmindedly started to stroke Karl’s tail while waiting for the bath to fill, awed by how much trust Karl put into him. Karl may not have got a choice in Sapnap finding out his secret, but Sapnap was determined to do anything to show his boyfriend that he could be trusted with this.

Eventually, the tub was filled and Sapnap gently slid Karl into the water, “Into the tub for you.” As soon as he said that he felt water hit his face and looked to see Karl giggling before swimming under the water.

Sapnap couldn’t help but watch in amazement as Karl expertly glided through the water, truly able to see for the first time just how pretty his tail was as it seemed to sparkle underwater. It also looked like Karl just enjoyed swimming and it made Sapnap ponder when the last time he got to transform was. 

He waited until Karl popped his head above water to praise him, “You’re really fast underwater.” The blush that coated Karls tiny face was just an added bonus as he complimented his boyfriend.

“I’ve never really gotten to test out how fast I can go” 

“Well let’s see then,” that was all the heads up Karl got before his boyfriend’s hand approached the water ready to chase him down. 

Karl squealed before diving back under the water, and the chase was on. It was a little difficult for Karl to avoid capture while stuck in a smaller area but he was able to hold his own very well and the few times Sapnap almost got him he was able to slip out of his grasp and keep the chase going. 

It wasn’t until Sapnap used both hands to fully cup around Karl and scoop him out of the water completely did he admit defeat,” Sapnap,” Karl whined, “that’s cheating,” he pouted.

“Maybe this will make up for it,” He brought Karl up to his face and began to pepper kisses all over his body, delighting in Karl’s laughter and little squeals. He finally backed off, leaving Karl to catch his breath in his hands, minuscule chest breathing heavily as he did.

“Fish or not, I love you, Karl,” Karl didn’t think his face could get any redder at this point and he used his hands to cover his face before gesturing for Sap to come closer.

At his request, Sapnap leaned in closer, going cross-eyed as he watched Karl press a kiss to the tip of his nose, “I love you too, Sapnap.”

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[gojos-sidepiece-69]

Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 7

“You’re late,” Sukuna said in a bored, unamused manner. “And I’ve been waiting for nearly half an hour. You’ve put me in a rather impatient mood.” You stood there panting in the doorway of Yuji’s room, hands on your knees. You looked up to see the curse sitting there on the bed, donning his usual white robe. His eyes broke contact and started to make their way down your body, soaking it up in the dim light. You began to feel increasingly aware of your exposed legs as you shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry...it’s my birthday and I lost track of time,” you said nervously. He sighed and said, “After a thousand years, silly things like birthdays stop having any meaning. Anyways, like I said, you’re late. And I did say I would punish you however I saw fit...”

You swallowed and straightened up, running a hand through your hair unconsciously as he made his way towards you, stopping a couple of inches away.

He opened his robe and tossed it to the side, revealing just his boxers, and you almost gasped. You had almost forgotten how attractive he was, and you began getting flashbacks to your sinful night a couple of days back. It was as if his body had a natural effect on you, turning you on like a dripping faucet. He could sense your heart rate picking up, so he moved closer, backing you up against the closed door. “Nervous?” He asked in a low growl, and you shook your head. “Liar,” he replied, and he was right. You couldn’t tell if the pit growing in your stomach was fear or excitement...definitely more parts fear.

His fingers toyed with your flimsy spaghetti straps. “Dressed up nice and pretty like a whore for me,” he said with an evil grin. “The dress is getting in my way, though,” he said before he tore your dress into two pieces. You gasped as you were left in nothing but your panties and your heels. “That’s better,” he said quietly as he unexpectedly grabbed at your pussy. You let out a small yelp, and he laughed, “You act like you’ve never been touched in your life.”

His hungry eyes were now on your exposed breasts, and he quickly rubbed at your hardened nipples with both his calloused thumbs. He leaned down and wetly sucked on one of your tits while squeezing the other. Liquid was trickling down your thighs, and you moaned loudly. You remembered how much he liked hearing you be loud and dramatic, so you didn’t feel the need to hold yourself back. After he’d had enough with licking at your breasts, he came back up and said, “Time to start your punishment.” He roughly flipped you around and you threw your hands up against the wall to break the impact. He placed a hand on the middle of your back and bent you over, one side of your face pressed against the door.

One of his hands stayed on your back to keep you bent over, and the other gave you a sharp slap on the ass. You gasped loudly against the door, and he laughed. “Do you like being slapped, you little slut? I’ll put you in your place,” he said into your ear from behind you as he slapped you again. Your knees buckled and you nearly fell over, but he turned you back to face him. “On your knees,” he demanded, shoving your shoulders downwards to get you to the ground.

Your knees hit the floor and Sukuna pulled himself out of his boxers. “You’re going to suck it like the dirty bitch you are,” he instructed, pushing himself against your lips. You allowed him to enter your lips, wrapping your hands around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your tongue moved around his tip and up and down his member hastily, but it wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed handfuls of your hair and moved you faster, groaning at the sight of tears burning at your eyes. You looked up into his eyes, and his face looked evil as ever, sadistically smiling at your pain. He pulled you off of his cock, his precum dripping around your lips. He took his thumb and swiped it against your wet lips, gathering some of the liquid up. He then smeared it against one of your nipples and you let out a high-pitched sound. He admired how much of a hot mess he made you, his juices moistening you over your breasts.

He picked you up before you had time to process it, and threw you on top of the bed roughly. He went to pull down your panties with his teeth, and tossed them to the side. You automatically pressed our legs together, feeling yourself pulse. He shook his head and said, “Open up your legs for me now. And don’t make me ask twice.” You slowly parted your legs, but again, were moving too slowly for his liking. His strong hands gripped your inner thighs and shoved them apart, causing your wetness to spill into the sheets. “Fuck,” you said, as he wasted no time diving in for a taste. You moaned his name, feeling your pleasure increase tenfold at the sound of him slurping you up. You wrapped your thighs around his head tightly, not afraid of suffocating him because he was strong enough and that was nothing to him. He pushed two of his fingers deep into your mouth before swiping them up and down your cunt, smearing around your wetness. “Please,” you begged, you’re voice cracking. You couldn’t take anymore waiting...you needed him to fill you.

“You do as I say, so shut your pretty little mouth and stop begging,” he snapped at you, and your heat clenched. He dragged you to the edge of the bed and flipped you onto all fours. “Now bend over for me.” He stood on the ground behind you, again bending you over forcefully with his hand on the small of your back. You were propped on your elbows, face pressed against the bedsheets. Your hair was messy and your mascara was running. But you nearly had a heart attack when you saw the door creak open. Of course, your son-of-a-bitch teacher let himself into the room and closed the door. You couldn’t see his eyes through those stupid sunglasses of his, but you could feel them burning into you and your nude body. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You choked out at him. He plopped down onto Yuji’s couch, crossed his long legs, and leaned his head back against the wall. “I said I’d be keeping tabs on this to make sure Sukuna didn’t fuck around and kill you or something. Cant have one of my favorite students getting hurt. Besides, I think it’s my turn to watch.” He said in an amused tone, a smile quirking at his pink mouth.

“You littl-“ you started, but immediately screamed and arched your back in pleasure as Sukuna pushed into your folds from behind. He didn’t seem to mind having an audience, and as much as you hated to admit it, neither did you. Fuck it. You didn’t get to show off to your Sensei during training yesterday, but you sure could now. You threw yourself back onto Sukuna, screaming louder and louder. You kept eye contact with Gojo, who you saw started to lose some of his cool. He tensed up and crossed his legs tighter as you smiled at him dopily. Your confidence and growing grasp on the man across the room prompted you to say, “Slap me again,” while still looking at Gojo. Sukuna laughed and said something about you being a harlot as he rewarded you with another slap on the ass.

Gojo’s eyes widened, and the smile on his face was gone. You saw his fists tighten, and he swallowed at the sight of you being slapped and getting pleasured by pain. You saw a bulge poking out of his nice black slacks, and smirked at it. But your eyes rolled back into your head as Sukuna moved into you faster and faster, pulling at your hair. Both of his hands gripped at the sides of your hips, again tight enough to leave marks. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, and without warning, pulled out and came all over your thighs again. You felt emptied, and you hadn’t even come yet. But before you let your mind wander, you heard the sound of a belt unbuckling.

You looked behind you, and Sukuna had taken a seat, panting. Someone else flipped you over and pinned you down onto the bed. “Don’t be such a damn tease. It’s my turn.” You had never seen your teacher look so frustrated, and it made your breath hitch. “Repay me for yesterday, and I’ll forgive you for being a bad girl,” he said, referring to the generous oral sex he gave you at the sauna day before yesterday. He unzipped his expensive-looking slacks and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection into your small hands. You couldn’t help but drool a little at the sight of him in his handsome button down shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. You could cum just looking at him.

You decided to continue your evil games and stroke him lightly with your fingers. He wasn’t going in your mouth just yet. You looked up at him innocently as you moved your hands harder and faster. You wet your hands with your saliva to lubricate his shaft, feeling him tense up. He groaned. You were in control. You smiled wickedly as he looked down at you, silently pleading. But silent pleading wasn’t going to cut it with you tonight. It was your birthday and you still hadn’t gotten what you wanted yet. “You know what I really want for my birthday, Gojo?” He looked at you, his blue eyes peeking over his sunglasses. “What?” He breathed. “I want you to get on your knees and beg for me.”

You heard Sukuna whistle from behind you, enjoying the show. But you couldn’t care less about him right now. Gojo clearly weighed his options in his mind. On one hand, he had his ego, his reputation as a playboy, his dominance to protect. On the other, well...his dick was literally in your hands. And his erection gaining tension by the minute. Funny how this played out. He definitely thought you were going to suck his dick like a good girl, but now look at him. He lowered himself onto his knees and looked up at you. “Say the magic words,” you said. He looked confused for a second. “Please?” He said. You felt your pleasure mounting, seeing him down there.

“That desperate, huh?” You said as you sat back on top of bed and opened your legs. “Put your face here,” you ordered, and he obliged desperately, still kneeling in front of you. He realized you weren’t going to help him get off, so he started stroking himself as he kissed your slippery cunt. “Mmh. Good boy.” You pulled him in tighter, and he was practically salivating all over your inner thighs. He was so turned on by the fact that you were dominating him that he was throbbing. He was so used to giving orders, being the one in charge...but he was hypnotized. You couldn’t get over how handsome he looked in that damn shirt. You pulled on his hair as he placed careless, hurried, sloppy kissed all over your pussy.

All at the same time, he was stroking himself and groaning softly. He looked up at you from in between your thighs and you could see a pink blush dusting his cheeks. That was new. He quietly said, “Happy birthday, Y/n,” before sending you into an orgasm so good that you came into his ridiculously cushiony lips again. He looked so good covered in your essence that you could burst into tears. Boy, you really enjoyed being a switch, didn’t you?

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[semisgroupie]

Killshot — Magdalena Bay

Cant wait to see what you come up with ~❤️

Sam as I already told you I’m in LOVE with this song!

Warnings: unprotected sex, alcohol mentions, creampie, angst(kinda?), yeah I think that’s it

Word Count: 785 words

Hope you enjoy! I’ve been dying to write about Mattsun and this is the perfect chance for it. (I still have a thirst about him in the works)

MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT

Killshot

Issei Matsukawa x Fem. Reader

Issei Matsukawa. You heard his name everywhere, mainly in your friend group. The man with a big cock who knew how to use it. The man who had all the time to fuck but never had enough time to stay committed to anyone. The man who had broken each of your friends hearts when he ghosted them at the sign of them catching feelings for him. The man who was infatuated with you. The man who was dying to just call you his girl and keep you for himself. The man who always imagined it was you when he was with a girl. You were the only one who could rein him in, only you.

You were sitting at the bar swirling the glass in your hand waiting for Issei. You wondered what your friends would think of you, they would probably think you were caught up in his web. Probably think that you were just another notch in his belt, a new trophy to add to his wall. Only if they knew how every Friday night you would meet Issei in this dingy bar and go back to his or your place to have sex. Yeah he was a good fuck but that was it, you didn’t have the time for a relationship and you were just into him for sex. As you were taking another sip from your drink Issei walked in. You waved him down and you could swear that his eyes lit up. You turned back to the bartender ordering Issei’s favorite drink, gin and tonic.

Issei walks over to you giving you a hug and kissing your cheek, “hey beautiful, sorry I’m late, the new worker came a bit late.” You smiled and handed him his drink. “No worries, I’ve just been here nursing this drink but once you finish yours let's go back to your place, yeah?” He downed his drink in record time, quickly paying the tab and dragging you out of the bar to his place.

Clothes were shed and dispersed along the bedroom floor and Issei finally had you where he needed you most. You looked beautiful underneath him, heavy breaths falling from your kiss swollen lips. You were basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm he had given you. He always found you to be most beautiful like this. He captured your lips into a breathtaking kiss as he entered you, a tight fit as always. He pulled away to see your eyes flutter shut, a tinge of pain coursing its way through your body that was soon overcome by pleasure. He grabbed your hips and thrusted into you dragging his cock through your warm walls. Thoughts of you swarmed his mind, When did you not occupy his thoughts? He had you right in front of him but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. The fantasy that filled his mind was moans of you telling him how much you loved him. The fantasy bled into reality because the next words from his mouth slipped out so easily. “Y/N, tell me you love me.” You were too fucked out to realize his request but you picked it up slightly. He quickly realized what he said and tried to cover it up, “come on beautiful, tell me how much you love my cock.”

“I love it—ah fuck!—so much Issei please wanna cum.” His heart panged against his chest hearing your words, oh how he so desperately wanted you to tell him you loved him but that wasn’t going to happen, not tonight. He brought his thumb to your clit as he thrusted into you relentlessly, quickly bringing you to your orgasm spilling into you soon after. He pulled out watching some of his cum leave your spent hole, he laid down next to wiping some sweat from your forehead using this time to focus on your features. After you caught your breath you got up and went to the bathroom, Issei got up to grab both your clothes and his and laid yours out on the bed. You got out and quickly got dressed you leaned over and gave him one last kiss. “I like this arrangement we have, you know I don’t have much time for a relationship. Maybe over time but not yet.” He nodded and looked at you. “Yeah I know, it was just a twist of my tongue. Same time next week?” You nodded, “yeah I’ll text when I get home.” You left just thinking. The request from earlier going through your mind. Issei shoved his face in his pillows. “Fuck, she’ll be the death of me one day. But I don’t mind waiting for her kill shot.”

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[thiswasinevitableid]

Can you do 60 for indruck, NSFW? Thank you so much! Love your work!

Here it is! I set it in the same world as this sternclay fill. Credit to @bellafarallones for playing in this space on discord. Apollo is from my Super hero AU

“All I’m sayin is it seems mighty unfair to me that one fella gets a handler-assistant type deal and the rest of us don’t.” Duck crosses his arms as Ned fiddles with the pen on his desk.

“You’re not wrong, dear boy, but Apollo was in high demand from the higher ups-”

“Because he’s a shallow dipshit with a mean streak who’ll be good for ratings?”

“Precisely. He demanded in his contract that we allow his twin to continue his work as his photographer and assistant. He has over a million followers on Instagram, so those photos will be a boost to the show. Just try to get along for the camera’s?”

“His brother ain’t even on camera.” Duck mutters.

“I meant with Apollo.”

Duck shrugs, defeated, “sure thing, Ned.”

As he walks back to the main house, he mulls over the fact that the twin (Indrid, he thinks that’s the guys name) bugs him more than Apollo does. Apollo is vain, mean, and selfish, but at least that gets him things, even makes sense for the kind of show they’re on. Indrid gains nothing by helping him out here. Except protection from the bully, which Duck finds to be the worst kind of cowardice. Hopefully Vincent, this season’s bachelor, will see through the “influencer” and send him packing ASAP.

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Four weeks in, and this is exactly what Duck was worried about. Not only is Indrid hovering around his brother like a nervous moth (excet when cameras are near, at which point he ducks out of frame), he’s doing fucking nothing to reign him in.

A few frontrunners are starting to emerge, and with that claws are coming out. Barclay, a chef and all around nice guy, is the target of choice. Nico and Josh both took bites out of him this morning. But Apollo sunk his teeth in like a dog on a fox, calling him, among other things, a pathetic, six-foot puppy dog who no man would ever want. The cook left noticeably teary eyed. Duck was about to block the cameras from following when Joseph beat him to it. Which is weird, because he thought Joe couldn’t stand Barclay. Apollo flounces off, but Duck corners Indrid where he’s been stoically watching his brother be a raging asshole.

“What the fuck man?”

‘Wrong twin.” Indrid says flatly, indicating his silver hair, tied back in a half-bun. His dark roots are showing and his eyebrows are black, unlike Apollo’s immaculate blonde dye job and bleached brows.

“Nope, right one. You’re his handler, cant’ you fuckin intervene when he’s doin’ shit like that? Or are you just here to let him hurt whoever he feels like?”

Indrid fixes him with a bitter smile, “If there were a way to make my brother be kind or, indeed, see others as people, don’t you think I’d have found it and used it everyday since?”

“I-”

“You people have no idea how much I’m already doing. I kept him from going after you yesterday by reminding him he looks ugly when he yells on camera. And if nothing else console yourself with the fact you all have only to deal with him for a few months. Some of us have endured twenty-eight years of it.”

With that, he turns and stalks from the room. As he leaves, Duck can’t shake the thought that his black denim jacket and worn jeans fit him better than Apollo’s designer ones ever could.

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Indrid understands why there’s so much alcohol on set, but he can’t partake (too bitter) and it makes Apollo even harder to handle than usual. Which is why Indrid is out on the grounds at ten p.m, intending to hide from his brother until dawn.

At six weeks in, fan favorites are getting more established and Indrid, needing to predict Apollo’s mood in order to do his job, is keeping a close eye on them. His twin is well-liked for being snarky and hot, though he suspects the large number of contestants means there have been limited chances for his unpleasant side to be showcased. Joseph is another, because of course he is, movie-star handsome with an interesting past. Barclay is beloved for the very things that the other contestants torment him for. And Duck? Duck is quickly becoming the one people think Vincent will choose.

Indrid thinks they’re right. He’s charming in an understated way, funny, and while Apollo needles him for his “dad bod,” Indrid and Vincent have both noticed the muscles in his arms. Who gives a damn about flat abs? Indrid would much rather have something soft to rest his head on while those green eyes look lovingly down at him. His crush on Duck is useless, persistent, and must be hidden from Apollo at all costs.

His foot catches something solid and he tumbles over the obstacle to land ass-first on the lawn.

“Ow.” He glares at the object. The object turns out to be Duck Newton, who's obviously drunk as he sits up.

“Sorry man, thought no one’d come out here. Oh it’s you, it's, uh, fuck, fuck c'mon” he snaps his fingers as he searches his thoughts, “It's cute Apollo!”

“Indrid.” Surely Duck didn’t mean to use that adjective. Right?

“No, I’m Duck?”

He snickers, “No, I meant I’m Indrid.”

“Ohhh, right. You're Indrid. I'm Duck. That's the big dipper” He points at the sky. Indrid follows the line and grins, delighted.”

“It is!”

“Uhhuh. C'mere, can show you more.” Duck pats the spot beside him and lays back. Indrid scoots closer and reclines as well, making appreciative sounds each time Duck shows him a constellation.

As they’re studying the sky, the other man whispers, “Can I tell you a secret? I, I think Joe’n Barclay are into each other now."

“The way they look at each other is not exactly subtle.”

‘“Heh, yeah.” he links his hands across his belly, “I think they're in love. You ever been in love?”

“No.” He sighs, not wanting to dwell on that pile of baggage, “You?”

“Nope. And, uh, don’t, don’t tell anyone but I don't think I am with Vincent. Maybe I could be? Does that make me a bad person? He's nice, think he likes me a lot but, I, I dunno.”

“Not being in love with someone doesn’t make you a bad person. No more than loving someone does.”

Indrid is hard to surprise; years of getting out ahead of his brother and father taught him how to see things coming. But nothing could prepare him for Duck rolling to hide his face against Indrid’s chest. Not knowing what else to do, he pats his back, notices a woodsy scent tingling his nose.

“You smell good.” He winces; that was too creepy, now Duck will pull the comforting bulk of his body away.

“Thanks. I bought a bunch of cologne when I realized I was actually going to be a contestant. News clothes too. Thought it would give me an edge but...I dunno, can't compete with a guy like your brother.”

“Join the club.” Indrid reaches up to toy with a lock of Duck’s black hair, expecting Duck to bat him away. Instead, he sighs and turns his head to give Indrid better access.

“You could compete with ‘im. You're cuter. Nicer too.”

“Oh. Ah. Thank you.”

Duck’s fidgets with the mothman pin on Indrid’s jacket, “You wanna cuddle?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No one cuddles with me. And we ain’t allowed to cuddle Vincent yet.” He looks up, lips pouting just enough to be charming.

Indrid let’s a purr enter his voice, “That’s a shame. I’m happy to cuddle.”

Duck rolls more of his body onto Indrid, resolutely nestling his head under his chin and tangling their legs together. His hands stay on Indrid’s chest and shoulders, though he’s now drunkenly petting Indrid’s collarbone, making him shiver. He expends four months worth of daring in a second, wrapping his arms around the curves of Duck’s torso. When Duck’s fingers brush skin instead of shirt, Indrid whimpers, then bites his lip and prays it went unnoticed.

“You don’t get cuddled much either, do you?” Duck murmurs thoughtfully.

“No.”

“Damn shame, you’re real good at it. Can cuddle me any time.”

Indrid “mmhmms” knowing the promise is like the stars; bright and comforting in the darkness, but ultimately beyond his reach.

Three day later, he drops his guard; Apollo’s been on his good behavior since Vincent’s been spending more time with him. You’d think Indrid would learn by now that all his venom has to go somewhere.

He’s huddled down in the rec room trying not to cry; it’s pathetic enough that he let such childish insults get to him, but to cry over them would confirm everything his brother said.

“Indrid? You, uh, you okay?” Duck’s reflection in the darkened T.V approaches his own.

“I'm fine.” It’s the same inflection he’s used hundreds of times, but Duck sits down on the couch all the same.

“Do you, uh, need a hug?’

“No.” He replies a hair too quickly.

“Do you want one?”

“......Badly.”

Duck opens his arms and Indrid shifts on the cushions, doing his best to curl his long limbs so they’ll fit in his embrace. The shorter man notices, concern flashing on his face.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay. You, uh, wanna hear the most exciting news of the day?” He waits for Indrid to nod, “there was a cougar sightin’ in the foothills near here!”

“That is both very exciting and alarming.”

“Doubt it’d go after folks, they try to steer clear of people. We don’t have ‘em back home, but you learn what to do when you’re also learnin how to deal with bears.”

“How does one deal with a bear? Other than buying them a drink.”

Duck snorts, relaxes further into the couch, “Depends on how soon you see ‘em…”

They emerge two hours later, and Indrid is so engrossed in their conversation about hiking incidents that he runs smack into a camera man. While he’s apologizing profusely, Duck guffaws, steadies him, and leads him off in search of somewhere to watch the sunset.

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“Oooh, ooh, look, sea lions!” Indrid points to the distant wharf.

“Good eye. Man, those fuckers are big. Glad none of ‘em were in the water when we did that fuckin cliff dive.”

“I for one would pay good money to see my brother chased by a sea lion.”

Duck chuckles, pops the tab on his WhiteClaw. They’re having dinner on the beach, a gourmet spread meant to encourage them to show off their pallets. Indrid took Barclay’s recommendation and ordered the whole, grilled snapper, which he assumed he’d be eating alone; Vincent’s attention has been on Duck ever since he went swimming this morning. Duck seems to be enjoying it, but come dinner time he demurred (“gotta let some of the other fellas have a chance”) and brought his basket of fried oysters over to join Indrid on the sand.

“Speakin of your brother, kinda surprised he didn't make any digs at this whole, uh, situation.” Duck gestures to the torso Indrid is currently aching to lick droplets of saltwater from. To subdue the craving, he licks salt from his fingers before replying.

“I, ah, the last time he tried to, I reminded him of all the pictures I have of him eating. He hates to be seen eating. Most of the time.” He tilts his head towards his twin, who’s chowing down next to Vincent without a care for the cameras. Indrid sets his hand on the warm sand, “I’ve been trying to, well, reign him in as you suggested. Or at least make him think twice about his choices.”

(Indrid omits the part where he’s most likely to risk it if Duck is the one with the target on his back).

Duck sets his hand down beside Indrid’s, brushes sand from the side of it with a calloused thumb, “Mighty good of you. But, uh, think I mighta read things wrong that day. You gotta handle him how you think best. Just, uh, just promise me you won’t sacrifice your own well-bein’ for my sake, or anyone else’s. We’re all grown-ass men; we can handle it.”

“I promise.” He lies.

The other man leans back on his hands, green eyes drifting across the waves. Indrid would gladly sit in silence the rest of the night, it’s so easy to be comfortable in the lull when it’s Duck filling the space beside him.

Eventually, the ranger murmurs, “It’s so fuckin breathtaking. The ocean, I mean. Maybe if you live on a coast you get used to it but man, it is somethin;.”

“More so than the forest?”

Duck smiles, “It’s like apples and oranges. Monongahela got its own charms; you’d have a blast takin pictures and drawin there, believe me. If, uh, if Apollo and I both make it to the final four, uh, maybe we could take a few hours durin’ my hometown visit and I could show you my favorite spot.

Indrid imagines the two of them beneath the trees, walking hand in hand.

“I’d like that.”

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“You know you’re just a distraction, right?”

Indrid doesn’t look at his brother, just flips the page in his book, “I doubt that. You’ve said, often, that I’m too off-putting to be interesting.”

“Not when there’s competition for someone superior; Duck knows he might not win. You’re his back-up if he doesn’t, and a way to kill time until the end. Once Vincent sends him home, which he most definitely will, he’ll keep you around until something better comes along.”

“Don’t act like you know him.” Indrid hisses, looking up just in time to see something scurrying behind the triumph on Apollo’s face: fear.

So, his brother has a new weakness. He’ll tuck that away for later; this is shaping up to be an unpleasant conversation, but not one requiring quite that degree of weapon.

“You should thank me. If I weren’t so captivating, Vincent would spend all his time with Duck. Then you’d be without any attention at all. Even Duck’s taste isn’t that abysmal.” He grins his several thousand dollar smile, “he and Vincent are probably laughing about it right now.”

Indrid stands, crosses the tiny room, “Shut up, Apollo.”

Then he slams the door. There’s a yelp, followed by “you hit my nose, you pathetic excuse for a man, ow, open this door this instant I’m not done with you!”

He flicks the lock and sits back on the bed. There’s a tin of sensory putty on his nightstand and he opens it, playing with it between his fingers. Duck brought it for him after a museum date with Vincent. The image of him not only thinking of Indrid when he saw something, but then buying it for him just to see him smile makes him want to grin and hide his face in a pillow like a teenager who just got asked to prom.

But maybe this date is going differently.

Indrid squeezes the putty, repeats the mantra he’s had since he was a child, “Apollo always lies. Apollo always lies.”

Eventually, he’s calm enough to work on some tattoo commissions, is coloring away when there’s a knock on the door. A secret knock Duck invented as a goof. Throwing open the door reveals the shorter man wearing a suit jacket and an exhausted expression. Indrid gestures to the bed, shuts and locks the door as Duck slumps on the mattress and sets his head in his hands.

“Whelp, that was a shit-show.”

“What happened?” Indrid sits cross-legged beside him.

“Vincent went in for a kiss and I, uh, I turned him down. I mean, he took it well because he’s a sweet guy but I, I feel like shit.”

“There’s no shame in not wanting to kiss just yet.”

“That ain’t the problem. I, I wanna kiss someone on this set, but it ain’t him. Indrid” he looks up, green eyes watery, “Indrid, I think I’m fallin in love with you.”

“Oh. I, are you sure-”

“The whole night, and I mean the whole fuckin night, I was thinkin about you. Thought how nice the trip to the botanical gardens would be with you there to point out color combos and get excited about butterflies. Wanted to hold your hand over dinner. Fuck, when they brought out the dessert menu all I could think was how fun it’d be to order one of each thing to surprise you so you’d do that thing you do with your hands when you’re real excited.” Duck turns, sets his hands on Indrid’s shoulders, “‘Drid, if you don’t want this, I’ll back off but-”

Indrid cuts him off with a kiss, let’s strong arms pull him down to the bed and presses as close to Duck as he can, as if any space between them might be a way for the universe to push them apart.

“Than fuck” Duck pants, cupping his face, “wait, fuck, what do we do now? I can’t string poor Vincent on.”

“We’ll get them to let you out of your contract. It can’t be that hard, right?”

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“Absolutely not” Ned shakes his head, “dropping out of the show is out of the question.”

“But that ain’t fair to any of us. Can we at least tell Vincent the truth?”

“No, it needs to look as if he naturally decided not to choose you. If not, we could be accused of manipulating results; the last time that happened, the ratings tanked for that season and the next. And my predecessor was fired.”

Duck looks at Indrid, “Guess I’ll just...pull back? That way Vincent won’t have a reason to choose me and’ll let me go soon.”

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“Droppin out is outta the question, huh?” Duck mutters to Indrid as they watch Barclay and Joseph walk off holding hands, the host eagerly asking them questions as they go.

“I suppose he didn’t drop so much as sprint.” Indrid glances at the rose in Duck’s hand, “congratulations on making the final...well, final three now.”

“Thanks? Guess Apollo’s pretty happy about it too.”

“Yes, but his ego needs no stroking.” Indrid smiles, “maybe this means you’ll get to show me the woods?”

“I hope so. Huh. What are they gonna do with the rest of us when it’s not our turn for the hometown visit?”

The answer turns out to be: drag everyone to each hometown. Because they no longer have Joe’s trip to do, Ned decided they needed more scenes of the contestants exploring where their competitors came from.

Kepler is first, and tonight is the night Duck’s been dreading. His romantic, home-town date that everyone expects to end with at least some kissing. He manages to make it through dinner, even enjoys showing Vincent the down-town he spent years roaming. But as they start down the river walk for a romantic stroll, his heart is trying to smash its way out of his ribs.

“It’s alright, you know.” Vincent stops, guiding Duck to face him, “the fact you want to be with Indrid.”

“I, uh, fuck, I, I don’t not know, uh, fuck-” he closes his eyes, “how’d you know?”

“I’m more observant than I get credit for.” Vincent brushes his cheek, “I’ve had a hunch for weeks now, but I kept you around because I liked having you here, even if I suspected it wasn’t going to end with us together. I’m very fond of you, Duck. You deserve someone who makes you happy. I promise I’ll send you home this next rose ceremony”

“Christ” Duck chuckles, “you’re a hell of a guy too, Vince. I hope whoever you pick treats you right. I, uh, can I, should we…?”

Vincent plants a chaste kiss on his cheek, then smiles, “go get him.”

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“Any twos?”

“No. Go fish.”

Apollo grumbles as he takes another card. Given Duck and Vincent are on their date, neither he nor Indrid is having a good night. Before Indrid can make his ask, his twin says, “How do you get people to like you?”

“Why do you care? You’ve made it this far, so obviously Vincent likes you a great deal”

“I don’t just mean him. I, I mean, I want him to like me. To want me. But I suspect he’d like me better if other people did.”

Indrid idly taps his cards, “I suggest you stop acting like our father.”

“I’m nothing like him!” Apollo squawks.

“Oh, but you are. Everything he taught us you still hold as true; you’re just the newest version of men like him. Self-absorbed. Cruel. Shallow. I’m amazed you’ve gotten this far with Vincent, given that the age difference means you’d be caring for him in his old age.”

“I, I can care for him. I will!”

“Apollo, I wouldn’t trust you to care for a potted plant.” He sets his cards down.

“At least I’m not a-”

“Ambitionless deviant who has to ride his brother’s coattails to survive?”

“Wha--how-”

“Like I said; you’re just like him. Down to your insults.” Indrid stands, “I’m going to bed. I suggest you do the same.”

His brother remains speechless--a rare state for him--as he closes the door and heads for his room. He doubts Duck will do anything on the date (hell, the two of them have only been able to steal some kisses now and then), but the whole charade has him feeling low.

There are far more cameras in the rented house than there were a few hours ago. Which means the rest of the crew is back. Does that also mean…

“Hey, sugar. I was just lookin for you.”

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Duck’s glad his door is open, because otherwise Indrid would have smashed it to pieces dragging them both through it. He’d only gotten out the barest explanation before the taller man was kissing his face and tugging at his clothes, purring “mine” over and over again.

“Yep, all yours.” He shuts the door as Indrid mouths at his neck, “which also means you’re all mine.” He yanks Indrid’s black sweater up and over his head, sends the matching t-shirt after it a moment later. Indrid whines, fumbling with Duck’s dress shirt, and he gets an idea.

“Uh uh, only good boys who show me why they deserve it get to feel me up.”

Indrid groans into his shoulder, fisting the fabric of his jacket “What constitutes good behavior in this instance?”

“One sec, don’t go nowhere.” He starts to step past him, pauses to grips his chin and pull him into another kiss, “and no peekin.”

As he digs through his bag for the strap on he brought just in case, he keeps an eye on Indrid to be sure he’s following the directions. The taller man’s fingers twitch, but his head stays still. God, Duck is going to memorize the shape of each of the tattoos decorating his skin with his mouth.

“You did real good.” He slips around Indrid once more, resting his back on the wall. Indrid notices the new bulge in his pants and thuds to his knees.

“May I?”

“You better.”

Indrid undoes the button of his fly. Then he looks at Duck over the rim of his glasses as he takes the zipper between his teeth and pulls it down. When the black silicone of the strap breaks free, Indrid cocks his head as if unsure of his options. Duck doesn’t really have a plan--he just wants to be with him, to make him feel good and show him just what weeks of pent-up desire have done to him--but he’s starting to regret that choice.

Indrid flicks hair from his face and wraps his lips around the head of the cock experimentally. He hums, sucking on it a moment, then pulls back blushing, “This is going to sound strange but, ah, I, I really like that. It’s such a lovely texture on my tongue, it’s, it’s almost soothing to suck.”

“Guess you better keep suckin it then, huh?” Duck runs the fingers of his right hand through Indrid’s hair.

“Is that really alright? It can’t feel like much on your end.”

“Don’t mean it ain’t fun to watch. But, uh” he touches the edge of Indrid’s red glasses, “it okay if I take these off?”

Indrid nods and Duck slides them free, tucks them into his breast pocket for safekeeping as Indrid draws the cock into his mouth again. He focuses on the head at first, humming and moaning as it bumps his cheek. Then Duck sees him swallow and relax the muscles of his jaw as he presses closer. Little puffs of breath tickle Duck’s skin as Indrid gets most of the cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing and head bobbing as he sucks. Hungry noises burlbe up his throat, and the more he lets himself go the messier he becomes, spit coating his lips and eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

“Okay, I lied.”

Brown eyes shoot him a disbelieving look.

“This ain’t fun. This is one of the hottest fuckin things I’ve ever seen.”

Indrid wiggles happily on his knees, left hand dropping to rubs his own cock through his jeans.

“Needy little thing, gotta have somethin down your throat and around your dick at the same time.”

“MMMhhmmm” Indrid purrs, the picture of filthy perfection.

“If, if you swallow the whole thing, I’ll let you finger-fuck me.”

Both hands fly to his thighs with an excited moan. Indrid’s brow crinkles with determination as he slowly, carefully brings his lips to the base of the toy. Duck groans out “good boy” and shoves his pants down, Indrid helping to drag them to his ankles. Indrid keeps his left hand on Duck’s hip while the right hovers below his folds. Duck takes it, the toy making the angle a bit awkward, and guides it against him.

“Start with one.”

Indrid nods, moans reverently as he obeys. Duck curses, looks down to find Indrid watching him attentively. Duck is going to wreck him. Then he’s going to cuddle him to sleep and wonder at the fact he got this lucky.

“You’re doin’ great, sugar. Promise I’ll tell you if you need to adjustOH, ohyeah” he lets his head rest against the chipped white of the door, “that’s the spot. Fuck it, add one more, Ahfuck, yeah, those artists fingers are fuckin perfect for this.”

Another purr and then a sharp, choked noise. Duck looks down, realizing he rolled his hips without meaning to. Before he can apologize, Indrid grips his thigh and shakes his head.

“You like that?”

“Mmhhmmm” Indrid traces a heart on his belly.

“You’ll pull off you need to?”

“Mhmmmm.” Indrid curls his fingers as his stretched lips manage to grin.

“Fuck!” Duck giggles, “okay, if my darlin wants his face fucked, that’s what he’ll get.” He keeps a hand on Indrid’s shoulder as he lets loose, grunts and curses mingling with the increasingly wet moans of his cock claiming Indrid’s throat. Soon he’s out of words, too busy with the sight of himself forcing Indrid’s lips apart as he tightens around his fingers. Handjobs are a toss-up for him most days; sometimes they work, other times he can’t cum from them at all. It turns out what makes it very easy to do so is-

“‘Drid, fuck, fuck, sugar, yeah, right there, rightthererightthere ohfuckyeah.” He cums, jerking his hips hard enough to punch a new, high sound from Indrid’s throat. The other man pulls off, rests his cheek on Duck’s belly with shuddery, satisfied sighs.

“Y’know” Duck unbuttons his shirt from the bottom up so Indrid can more easily nuzzle the skin there, “I had this whole plan where I was gonna fuck you with this and then ride your face to cum.”

“I’m not opposed.” Indrid grins, bouncing a bit.

“Yeah, but I’ve only got one in me tonight. So” He tosses the shirt away, pulls off the harness as Indrid nibbles his hips, “if you wanna cum, you’re gonna have to do all the work.”

An edge enters his smile, “I can manage that.”

Duck hits the floor with a whump, Indrid trapping him on his back and climbing atop him, all the while kissing him with abandon.

“May I fuck you?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Condom?”

“Dop kit, bathroom, aw come back.”

“Patience, sweetheart” Indrid blows him a kiss, returns a few moments later doing an inelegant dance to kick his jeans and boxers away, “got one!”

“Good, now get back down here before I-AHfuck!” Indrid is on him and in him so fast it knocks his breath away.

“Before what? You’re not going anywhere, you’re mine, alllllll mine.” He drags kisses across Duck’s cheek, then bites his chapped lip as he looks down at him, “right?”

“You know it, nnng, fuck, that’s it sugar, be a good boy and cum for me. Fuck, darlin, wanted this so bad.” He locks his fingers into silver hair to keep Indrid in kissing distance as the other man whimpers, thrusts shallow and rabbity.

“Want you too, so much, I’ll be worth it, I swear, I’ll be good, I’ll, I’ll make you so happy.”

Duck rests their foreheads together, “You already do.”

There’s a high, gasping moan, almost like a chirp, and Indrid rides out his orgasm in drawn-out rolls of his hips. Then he collapses, laughing, on Duck’s chest.

“I, I’m sorry, I just never thought I’d get this. Someone wanting me. Choosing me.”

“I mean, I went on a T.V show to find love, so I know a little somethin about that fear. But I also know findin you is better than anythin I ever imagined.”

“Likewise.” Indrid nestles closer, one hand reaching out to hold Duck’s where it’s flopped on the rug.

“...You realize this means there’s a fifty-fifty chance your brother will win.”

Indrid shrugs, lifts his head to smile at Duck, “I leave that to Vincent. I already got my prize.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #bachelor au #meet ugly

[jd-arts319]

Transformers oc Renegade

Designation: Renegade/Nirenia

(Others):Chromalight/Ultraviolet(Marine),Switchblade

(As a Cyber ninja):Cybeswift,Switchblade Former name: Artemis Enigma Nickname:Renny,Switchy,Switcher Age: 20(past)

        26(future) Gender: (Mech, Femme)Femme Status: (Single, Taken)

             Single(past)(before orion(optimus)asked her out)

             Taken(future)

Appearance:

Current

(former)

Primary:Teal

Secondary:Black

Tertiary:Grey

Accents:Whites

Color of Optics:Turquoise

(Others):she has teal & white lumiscient hair that is 2-tone hair,with one white streak on the leftside of her hair

She sports a well endowed & athletic, voluptuous figure with some busty parts,she also has a angelic face(she felt awkward as she remembers only being busty,not voluptuous nor athletic,& she also remembers she is plainly beautiful not exotic type).

Her holoform

Size: 7ft Alt Mode:triple changer

-sports car(Corvette stingray)

-jet(windblade & slipstream VTOL alt mode) Speed Limits: - at altitude:Mach 2.35(2,500 km/h,1,550 mph)

-at sea level:1,400 km/h,872 mph Weapon(s): - multi-changing staff(an ancient relic of unknown origins,but believe to be forge by solus prime) -Energon fan(special),scythe,daggers

As Cyberninja

-enegron fan

-hidden blades & weapons

Fighting style:-Panzer kunst,Krav Maga,aikido,Brazilian jiu Jitsu,jeet kune do

Universe: (G1, Animated, Prime, Beast wars, Beast Machines, Armada, Energon, Cybertron, Bayverse,RID,Cyberverse)

-All of them

-Main:Transformers Animated

Abilities:

-she use Aura(Mana) as her basic power,her minors but common power are telepathy,telekinesis,teleportation/spatial,divine prediction & recognition,however their is one uncanny power that she used,but is came from the spectral meter pendant given by vector prime,she recognize it as sci twi’s pendant from mlp eg friendship games.

Faction: (Autobot, Deceptcion, Neutral, Own creation)

-Neutral(but is part of N.E.X.U.S team,she can either stay at autobots or decepticon)

-Autobot Neutral

-(alt.universe)decepticon Primary Class Function:Triple changer,Cyberninja (point one percenter) Secondary Class Function:Warrior,scientist

As Cyberninja:Warrior,espionage,scout

Subroutine Function:Mystery Personality: - an enigma,at first she is seen apathetic,impulsive,dumb & is nihillistic,but once she is focused she is very intelligent,cunning,calm,sassy,kind,nice,sweet,& empathetic,her attitude towards things but she is very much like ratchet except,unlike him she results in more passive-agressive way,she is shown to have at least patience,undersganding & consideration,aside that she will be protective to those who wormed their way into her spark,not only that but she deosn’t easily keeps promise because she knows their some promises aren’t eash to keep.

she has a humorous side as she likes bad puns & good jokes,aside from it their are times she comes off arrogant or who doesn't care but deep down she shows she cares,she isn’t fond of attention as she is currently self-aware who she really is,but she is rather uncanny of her unique abilities & talents.

(there times she questions why optimus end up choosing her among the three well-known femmes as she tries not to have his attention but alas is inevitable,but in other universe,she is a bit like pearl from steven universe,despite she done everything for optimus,he ends up choosing someone else & this cause her to feel ignored,she is now comping of moving on from him & their war all together ) Background story: when she was just a human,who likes anime,transformers etc. & many other things,but suddenly she was transmigrated into a cybertronian,it turns out the primes & primus,saw something in her as she understood about the lives of transformers & their each different unique aspects of their lives in the continuity,because of it she is transmigrated in tfa,as she woken up as artemis & unknown to her,she was gonna change everything.

She soon starts her life slowly as she tries not to get attention from others,but after saving bumblebee from wasp & ironhide up to offering a friendship to orion,she soon gain others attention as she slowly curses of herself,she did not realize she had taken the spark of a certain handsome blue & red truck bot.

As time pass she gain more attention from others as she tries to live her life peacefully while having some odd misunderstandings occurs.

Relationship:

Optimus prime

-great friends/lovers(<in another community),met earlier years before the show begins,she & him become really great friends to one another,however at the starts of the show,she enters the autobot boot camp after optimus enter first,she caught every mechs attention including sentinel,she also met elita who once had the reputation of being the most beautiful & intelligent femme in the boot camp,until she came but she stays close to optimus most of the time,however the arch 7 incident begun & because she wasn’t there at the time,despite knowing what happened she couldn’t help,even though she admits to the three she felt something is not right,it happend & she helps him trying to recover while she gave sentinel a visible dent under his chin,fast years go by she is now in 2nd command of ultra magnus.

Optimus really care for her than he thought because she still believes in him more than anyone else.

(in another timeline ren & optimus are together,but mostly i others she just mostly friends with him)

Bumblebee & Bulkhead:

-friends & respect with admiration,,when she was the sergeant in the boot camp,she always help both bumblebee & bulkhead out of trouble everytime both wasp & ironhide(she saw hope in him),including sentinel who in turn cant talk back to her,she once told wasp if he keeps it up with his bullying he will get karma,months later wasp was arrested for something he didn't do,while ren felt she knew something might happen & after this she once talked to bumblebee about this & said ominously”once you saw wasp again,give me a call,kay?”she gave him a special device to call her,bumblebee still clueless as to why but ren did help him & bulkhead out all time so he kinda owe her,years now when he saw wasp remembering her words he called her & she helps the two,bulkhead admire & respect her because she was the only one who believes in him.

The two are grateful to her & they respect her more than ultra & sentinel.

Prowl & ratchet:

-Friends & respect,prowl had once met her as she was training under yoketron,he thought she was one of those snobbish nobles,however he was proven wrong when she shows tactic & precise through training,over time of their training the two gain each other respect,on the endgame with her help she & prowl manage to save the allspark,Ratchet on the other hand it was a different story,while she may asked for a personal training in medical,but im truth it took awhile for the two to grown each other,she was the one who keeps on a tab on arcee’s state,hearing this he decided to to be acquainted with her & soon they become at least good friends.

They are fine with her,especially since she always helps them.

Sentinel prime:

-love-hate relationship,while the two are torn because of sentinel actions,there are a times they end up acting like they used to,still she was still pissed at him.

Elita one/Blackarachnia:

- same with sentinel,she & elita are once close but the arch 7 incident happens & when meet again their friendship torns apart,while blackarachnia snarky tries to still pins the blame on optimus,Ren decided to give her a run down on everything,reminding her that she also the one insisted,experimented on others,nearly trying to kill others & especially others,she told her that its makes her monster not because of her appearance but mostly her actions,she also remind her she almost have to be saved by optimus far too many times,however she have a little faith on elita.

Decepticons:

Megatron:

-Respect,friends-regardless of their factions,he owes her his life,,it was unknown how the two meet or why,but both stayed in touch most of the time,there isn't much of information about it.

Shockwave:

-Friends,Respect-she saved him before she enters the autobot boot camp,she found his bleeding in a planet where he suppsoed to start his mission but in a unfortunate time,he was bitten by a scraplet,while he kiled the scraplet he was bleeding,she found him & fixed his bitten part of his body & the two become acquintained,to its whether or not she knew he was decepticon.

Strengths: - her friends

-her powers

-the people she cares for

-self-awareness Weakness: - her mind

-her friends

-her empathy

-self-awareness Family: - she was forged & was taken care by the Enigma house -she is a Crescente

-her parents in house of Enigma,is Axel Enigma & Copper 

Friends: - Orion pax/Optimus prime(friends/lovers(?),bumblebee,bulkhead,thundercracker,skywarp(she questions why),starscream(this one as well),Megatron(back then,she don’t know about now(tfp & idw),shockwave,lugnut,blitzwing(bruh??),

ocs:Novus,remix,ideaboard,

Enemies: -tfa(sentinel,council,blackarachnia(mutual)---0

-tfp(council,sentinel,arachnid,M.E.C.H)

-IDW TF(black block consortia,djd,overlord,sentinel---) Favorite Quotes to say: - “....i still think they are cybertronians regardless of their factions,they are like us in many ways of ones,we aren’t that different to begin with”(about the decepticons,autobots,& humans with aliens) Other: (other things about the character) -she was a Crescente & she doesn’t remember her real name,but her bracelet number code is SW1TCH814D3 she is fond of this name but she doesn’t use it,but she was always called Ren,Switchblade was her secondary name & nickname from her full name she can’t remember

-the “Celestyn”was her middle like all her ancestors starts from her 1st ancestor who had Celests,as their middle name

-”Crescente” was named after the moon,they history of their name & family is still mystery

-she has a counterpart who is a cyber ninja known as Cyberswift,born from enigma house & is the student of dai atlas

-she mostly use the energon fan given by dai atlas,who said it was made for her

-she has kids with optimus prime,their name is ortensia,a girl & artemis,a boy,they only exist in tfp & tfa au,rescue bots & rescue bots academy

-their relationship between ren & optimus,is portrayed as romantic in some transformers community & but their relationship is complete platonic in others

-her main universe is tfa & tfp

-the name “enigma”is special since it was rare to have “enigma”part of your name,it was name of the family she is”born”in

-some other universe,megatron becomes her lover instead,they had a kid named terminus

-her real name is Nirenia but changed into renegade,she still kept her real name though

-her nickname”Ren”is shared with the creator(me)regardless of her creator is sometimes called”rei”,but whenever the creator is referred to their other name”Ren”,renegade can be referred by her other names

-she is a point one precenter

-her cyberninja side has an extra but short bio about them

-she is the only one had two counterparts,her real-self & her cyberninja form

-Switchblade was someone else name.

________________

Her other forms

-g1

-rid2015

-tfp

-rescue  bots

-cyberverse

-rescue bots academy

-bayverse! 1&2 vers.

Renegade (c) me

Transformers(all media types) (c) Hasbro,michale Bay

#Ocs #tfa #tfp #g1 #rescue bots #rescue bots academy #transformers #transformers animated #transfomers-oc #transformers prime #tf bayverse #Transformers Cyberverse #transformers rid2015 #renegade #originalverse & stableverse

[p1nkwitch]

5. 13. and 23. for the fanfic ask game?

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Ok, there are a few things that can put me off.

Firstly? Bad ship tagging, if they are such a sideline and its not even important to the plot, why tag it??? it happens often with the lonelyeyes fics, i see JMart Wtg and all, but then the lonelyeys is just- like a minimal thing? If you tag it make it important to the plot or put in in the tags to let me know its going to be merely a reference.

Those fics that dont have paragraphs and are just a huge chunk of text. I inmediatly close the tab even if the premise is good.

Fics that have like 20 fandoms put on them, i have never entered one and i refuse on principle. Like what is the goal there?? They frightent me.

For now i cant think of anything else but im sure i have more things. My brain is just mush today.

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?

I- ok here is the thing i do outline them. I make a sort of list and write a short sentence about more or less what is going to happen with the plot if its a long fic.

If its a one shot i just wing it.

But the long fics? I make the outline i watch it and respect it. Unfortunately my writing takes me to other places and i have to change pretty much all the middle because the end is usually the only thing that remains the same. So if anyone saw it and then compared it to what i wrote?

It would look insanely different.

When that happens i just have to erase everything and re do it, to more or less have an idea what to do. Or just grab paper and write words of what i intend to more or less happen in the chapter.

The prince Au? My outline is there but i ended up writing the entire plot in a piece of paper the size of my hand that i have next to the computer. Have fun with that. So basically my outline dovolves from sentences to random words of what i expect to happen with luck if i dont take the story somewhere else cause im sort of an idiot.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

I love writing mutual pining where both think the other doenst love them, i adore it. Regardless of my own opinions of it in real life, in fiction? Just two people who clearly love each other and everyone can see it, but are too insecure to realize that they the otehr does love them back? Cheff kiss.

Sharing the bed trope of course, something nice and peaceful.

Found family, or sibling dinamics. I know i love to drop in Peter’s siblings a lot but i just-

Well i love my own siblings and i want to share that with others via fic!! Just complicated siblings dinamics i just go wild with that. I should write more of it, but canon tma is a bitch and i need to do wholesome au’s for it to work.

Having pet names for each other, stealing each others clothes- Just, i have a lot of things that i love that i try to pour into my fics in a way that tries to fit with what canon lets me.

Anyways thank you so much for asking me!! I love talking about my writing.

#flurby gets an ask

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This is a dabi x hawks x female reader pairing.

You wake up to your two lovers looking at your laptop screen, standing at the end of the bed. Hawks was holding the laptop with a smirk growing on his face, and Dabi was just staring at the screen with wide eyes.

"What're you two looking at?"

Hawks looks over to you and smirks. His finger finds the mouse and presses play, the sounds of two males moaning fill the room. Your eyes widen as you realize you forgot to exit out of the tab you were watching porn on.

"So this is what you do when we are gone little mouse? You get off on watching this stuff?"

Hawks closes the laptop while Dabi stalks over to you. The feeling of a predator sizing up its prey starts to creep into your chest. With everystep Dabi takes towards you, you scoot closer to the headboard of the bed. Eventually you feel the cold hard wood press against your back. Now you really had nowhere to go.

"Do we not satisfy you enough when we get home Baby Bird?"

You shake your head no answering Hawks question.

"Maybe your just that horny huh? You really are a bitch in heat."

Dabi sits on the edge of the bed and starts to take off his tattered jacket. Hawks sits on the other side of the bed and starts to undress as well. Realization hits you. You wont be getting any sleep tonight if they have their way. Wanting to be able to walk tomorrow a plan starts to form in your mind.

With a single leap you make it to the door leading to the hall outside your bedroom and bolt towards the living room. The only way you will be able to get out of your current predicament with your lovers is to play keep away, or tire them out. Running down the stairs into the living room, you round the couch and look at the bottom of the staircase.

You hear two sets of footsteps slowly descend the stairs and you soon find yourself staring into the faces of one pissed off Hawks and one smirking Dabi. The room suddenly feels hot and your panties start to cling a little to close to your heat.

"Now why would you run like that from us Baby Bird?"

"I uh.... Um.... I would like to walk tomorrow."

"You would like to, but we dont want you too Little Mouse."

Dabi points to his left and Hawks starts to move that way while Dabi moves to his right. They creep closer and closer, slowly like they were approaching a cornered animal. Only one option is left if you dont want to be captured. You run forward and vault over the coach.

Running toawrds the kitchen you reach the threshold before you are picked up and slung over a shoulder. Crimson feathers stare back at you as you struggle to get out of Hawks grip. Dabi follows you two and is chuckling lowly to himself as you are forcibly taken back to the bedroom.

You struggle harder knowing you are so close to defeat when a sharp pain blossoms acroos your left butt cheek. A small yelp leaves your lips.

"If I'd had known you would stop struggling if I spanked you I would have done it sooner."

"Thats something to remember for later tonight."

Knowing your fate is sealed you hang your head down and pray that Hawks and Dabi might take it easy on you. You feel yourself fly through the air before landing on something soft and bouncing a little.

"How bout a truce? It was just a one time thing ok guys? I just missed you two thats all!"

You can hear the panic in your voice as you try to persuade them.

"Even more reason to help you out now Baby Bird."

Two sets of arms wrap around your torso. You struggle and manage to get Hawks off of you but Dabi wasnt budging.

"In the dressor on my side, second drawer down is some rope. Hawks I would hurry, she is really feisty right now."

You hear shuffling and before long your hands are tied to the headboard and your lovers are staring at you. Even with your Pj's on you feel vulnerable, like they were undressing you with their eyes.

"I'll..."

"No you wont be a good girl little mouse. So now its time for your punishment for running away from us."

You watch as Dabi descends towards your heat and Hawks yet again walks to the dressor. Dabi breathes on your heat for a while before he burries his face in your cunt. Moans are being ripped from your throat as his tounge enters you. The bed dips down and you feel something being wrapped arround your neck.

"There! Now if you do run away people will know who to return you too."

Hawks hands start to wander down from your neck to your breasts as he starts to play with them. Gasping for air now, you try to wiggle your hips to move away from Dabi but to no avail. He roughly plunges two fingers into your dripping heat and starts moving them at a fast pace.

"Aahhhh! P-p-please! Not.... So.... FAST!!"

Your body convulses as your orgasm hits you hard. Dabi however doesnt stop his relentless pace. In and out, in and out he plunges his fingers pushing you over the edge again and again.

"Dabi, I have an idea."

The fingers are removed as Dabi turns to Hawks motioning for him to continue. Hawks crawls over to Dabi and grabs the fingers that were in you and licks them clean.

"Why dont we give y/n a show? She clearly liked watching those other guys."

Dabi smirks and crashes his lips onto Hawks. All the while you are left to watch with your mouth open. The two men fight over dominance. Back and forth until Hawks pushes Dabi down onto his back. Spitting into his hand Hawks rubs Dabis dick and guides it to his awaiting hole. He sinks down slowly moaning a bit louder than he usually does just for you. Dabi on the other hand was quietly groaning, finally feeling the relief he was looking for.

Not liking being on the bottom Dabi flips over and starts to pound into Hawks. You squeeze your legs together to try and relieve some of the built up pressure. Two hands grab your thighs and pulls them apart stopping your movement. Whimpering you stare into Hawks golden eyes, silently pleading for some relief.

"Not yet Baby Bird. We... Aaaaahhh!"

Hawks body convulses in front of you as he comes. Dabi pulls out and finishes himself off making sure to cover your pussy with his cum. Pulling on your restraints you try to do something! Anything!

"Please!"

"Please what princess?"

Dabi grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

"Please, fuck... Me."

Your face flushes a bright red from begging as Hawks enters you. Your back arches at the full feeling and you moan.

"Such a good Baby Bird. Why dont we give you something special so you stay satisfied?"

"Yeah, why dont we double stuff our naughty little slut?"

You feel your pussy clench at the words.

"Oh, you like that? You like when we call you our little slut and ravage this pussy?"

You quickly shake your head no. Your pride not letting you answer honestly.

"Your pussy says otherwise little mouse."

You can feel Dabi's dick press against your already full pussy. Your eyes widen as your breathe is knocked out of you when he fully sheathes himself in your warm insides. Setting a brutal pace both of them pummel in and out of you. While one pushes in the other pulls out like a well oiled fucking machine. You cant help but cum after a few minutes of this treatment.

Not long after, you feel hot spurts of liquid fill your cunt up.

"Well, that was certainly satisfying."

"You were right Baby Bird. You wont be walking tomorrow."

They descended on you again.

Finish! This is my first time writing something like this. I hope you enjoyed if you read this far!

#dabi x hawks x female reader

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Playing Pretend (3)

Requested by @calkesttiss​ | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will 😂

Cal Kestis x Reader

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The next morning, you’ve slept in. The first thing your puffy eyes see was Tazha sitting by your dresser stool and touching every single bottle on the table. You sat up but that still didn’t get her attention.

“Since when have you been here?”

Tazha turned her head to you, she exclaimed as if she was surprised to see you awake.

“Well, good morning, sunshine!”

You lay back to your bed but Tazha prompt stood up, marched towards you and pulled away the blanket from your body.

“Ohhh no, you’ve been asleep for far too long!”

Your eyelids shot up and flicked to Tazha.

“What time is it?”

Tazha snatched up the clock on your nightstand and showed the time right in front of you. You groaned and rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“What’d you do last night?”

She wasn’t expecting you to smile and scoff through your nostrils. Tazha tilted her head in confusion as she studied your expression.

“Crazy night, I’ll tell you more in a bit,”

You stood up to go to the bathroom and wash your face. By the time you came back out to rejoin Tazha, you narrated everything that happened right after your conversation via the holotable ended. She is the only person who knows your nightly escapades. You mentioned your run-in with your new friend.

“Well, it sounds like you two had fun kicking the asses out of those muggers,”

“He was probably judging my fighting techniques. I was still sloppy,”

Tazha stands up from your bedside.

“Come on. Our dads are downstairs, they’re probably working on the party that you told me about. Get dressed.”

The conversation was indistinct but audible from your bedroom in the second floor, both you and Tazha arrived in the living room where her father and yours were discovering over business matters. You didn’t last long in the living room, you dragged Tazha away to the smaller dining hall where you usually make your own food. She sat by the barstool on the center island, watching you rummage and fix up something to eat.

“Why don’t you call one of your cooks to do it for you?”

“No, it’s fine. Not everything I need has to be done by someone else,”

When you settled down on a seat opposite Tazha, she immediately saw the firm expression painted all over your face.

“What have they talked about so far, Tazha?”

“I’ve only heard much,”

“Like what? Start from the very beginning,”

Tazha started off with the part that obviously her family is invited to your father’s party, she got to the better and relevant parts—one of which is that she had picked up a name from their conversation earlier while you were asleep.

“They’ve invited the Ithrels. Your dad said something like sponsor or something,”

“He’s made the Ithrel family his sponsors,” you deduced.

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,”

“Just a feeling. Thanks for covering for me, Tazha,”

Today was a busy day for your parents. You were left alone in the dark as you watch them confer with one another and with different people via the living room holotable. As a child, it was something you never understood, it was also the reason why you felt estranged from them—despite giving you what you could ever want and need or both.

Why did they always choose to speak with projections of people through a machine over their own daughter in the flesh who is always watching them from the door?

There was very little interaction between you and your parents. Perhaps the only interaction you’ve had so far from either of them was your mother calling for you to go to the atelier room. When you got there, five people who introduced themselves as designers lined up in front of you. Beside them was a mannequin wearing a dress of their making.

“I had them called here because I want you to pick out a dress for your father’s banquet.”

None of the dresses seemed to impress you. You approached every single one, each designer either smiled at you or stiffened from nervousness—probably because your approval was their prize, a ridiculous competition.

Your fingers felt the fabric of each dress, your hand slid down to the skirts’ lengths, and then you move on to the next dress. They were beautiful indeed. But you’ve no need of them, other girls could’ve felt like royalty for a night in dresses like those. To spite your mother, you twirled to face her and give your verdict.

“Sorry, but I believe I have more than enough dresses for a party like this,”

You crossed your arms. Wrinkles appeared on Yasina’s forehead upon hearing your answer. The designers were just as confused themselves.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Mom, there’s so much dresses in my wardrobe that I practically need a warehouse! I think I have enough to choose from in my closet instead of this. Send them back. Have them make a dress for you if that makes you feel any better,”

It all happened so fast for your mother, you walked out and headed for your room, realizing that there isn’t much to do in your own house.

“They’re probably too busy to even care that I’m gone,” you muttered it to yourself with great scorn, lousily tying your hair in a messy ponytail and then proceeded to march out of the house.

You were on your way to downtown again. You put on the hood of your poncho and suddenly you were one of the common faces in the crowd. The destination was your favorite pub, back in the Tipsy Taun-Taun.

The Balosar barkeeper greeted you as soon as you entered.

“You’re early,”

“Whatever, I’m a paying customer.”

“Just sayin’.”

He said he’ll be whipping up a glass of Merenzane Gold for you, but you stopped him there and ordered a glass of Meiloorun Juice instead.

“Aww, so the little princess got a hangover?” the Balosar jeered.

“No, I didn’t!”

The keeper proceeded to make your drink, you searched for a seat; the place is so much quieter in the day than in the night. Nonetheless, you enjoyed it either time of the day. When the drink was ready, Balosar called your name and you stood up from your table. As you were about to reach for the drink, another patron—a Devaronian—snatched it and finished it in a single gulp. It all happened in a flash that you still took a minute to process what he just did.

“That was my drink!”

“Tab’s on you, missy,”

You whipped out your blaster from the flap of your poncho, you clicked the safety and pointed the barrel at his nape. His chuckle sounded more like a grumble.

“Ooh, I’m scared. What’s the little princess gonna do with a big boy’s gun?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, ass-wipe?”

That struck a chord on the hulking Devaronian, he swung his arm and flicked away the blaster from your hand. He raised his arms in a charging attack at you, you dodged soon enough that his clenched fists landed on a table, partially shattering it in the middle; you got your blaster back and attempted to aim the blaster at him, but your hands were trembling so much that the shot merely grazed his waist. He howled in pain but immediately shrugged it off.

You were doing well in dodging the enemy’s blows, swinging his left and right arm alternately which you cleanly ducked from.

“Stay still and let me claw that pretty little face!” he roared.

A large glass bottle shattered on the back of the Devaronian’s head. The impact wasn’t hard enough to render him unconscious, although it stunned him enough to lower his defenses. When he turned around, much to your surprise, it was Cal.

“We gotta stop meeting like this,” he casually said despite the mood of the predicament.

“I strongly agree,”

Once again, you two were a tag team. It was now two against one. Normally, a Devaronian thug could take two humans no problem. But apparently that urban belief betrays the Devaronian. He was bombarded with your kicks, using anything around you as a weapon against him, Cal wasn’t using his lightsaber but his fists and he threw them so hard that you could hear the impact land on the enemy’s cheek.

Cal was the one to deliver the last blow. The Devaronian fell to the floor, the barkeeper leaned over the bar to check the knocked-out patron.

“Yep, he’s out cold, alright!”

“Thanks… again,”

“You’re welcome… again.”

A brief pause between the two of you, and the Balosar is just there standing awkwardly.

“Let me buy you a drink,” you gently tapped Cal on the chest with the back of your hand, then you turned to the Balosar. “The last one isn’t on me, understood?”

You ordered the same drink for the two of you. Like last night, both of you talked over anything that you could think of.

“Where did you learn to fight?” he asked after taking a sip.

You stammered, “Oh, uh… I had a trainer but only for a short while. Then I picked up some more moves by myself—it’s been like that ever since,”

“Hey, there’s room for improvement,”

“Was I sloppy?”

Cal shrugged and avoided the question by chugging all of what’s left of his drink. Your lips pursed a smile. You finished yours as well, you tossed a credit to the barkeeper.

“Follow me,”

“What?”

“Come on!”

Both of you left the bar and Cal followed you to the backstreets one block away from the pub. You scaled the buildings and ended up in the rooftop.

“What are we doing here?”

“I was hoping you’d teach me, since you fight better than I do.”

“It’s gonna take some time,”

“I don’t care,”

Cal saw that there is no other way in getting around with you. You were your own brand of stubborn, but he felt that you got spirit. The rest of the day was spent with Cal training you basic combat moves in case of street fights and cantina brawls like yesterday and today.

“So, where you from around these parts?”

Your fighting stance softened when he asked that question, you knew you had to make up the vaguest possible answer quick.

“Oh… a little far from here,”

“Do you hang around here more often?”

“Yeah,”

He stopped asking questions and continued giving you pointers on how to dodge, take the upper hand, and exploit an enemy’s weakness. The session lasted until dusk, you didn’t even notice the time pass. You hurried to leave the rooftop, leaving a confused Cal watching you run away from his vantage point.

“And there you go again,” he muttered under his breath.

“Boo-woop!”

“Yeah... I guess she’s kinda cute,”

A small smirk curled at the corner of his lip.

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Hi it's me I'm new but can you do one we're asta joins the Dark triad and how whould they treat him I know it's stupid but I couldn't think of any thing else

Hey there love. Thank you for all your kind messages, they really made me happym so I wanted to return your kindness by getting my butt out of this slump!! And sorry for the wait, I was on an excavation, but now I have Internet again and I had a long time to think about this.

So, this could be a relly great Idea for a kickass AU work. Like, what if Asta met the dark triad early on in the story, lets say even before the magic knights entrance exam. Canonically he met Fanzel around that time, too, so we’re even going to place this happening before all that. 

It starts with the big What If the Spade people had their Informationnetwork better under control and had way better spies than they appear to have right now (cause yall, how coukd they have missed Asta. He was in the Newspaper for gods sake. How bad a spy do you have to be to miss that? And for a warmongering nation, they really are way too uninformed about strenghts and their enemies. Little pet peeve of mine.) 

BUT! Now, they hear of this kid who got a great and strong grimoire in a place where that doesnt happen. First they hear all about Yuno and are like, yeah, okay, new blimp on the radar, we gotta calculate this new potentially powerful enemy in, and then they get the news of Asta and how he came to have a weird and shady 5 leaf clover grimoire. And now at least Dantes interest is piqued. 

So, they decide to check it out, cause who might that be? Which Demon has found a new host? And how did it happen without them hearing about a big catastrophic event in Clover, which is usually Zagreds, the word demons, preferred method of getting what he wants, 

Things are so interesting that the Zogratis siblings go on a road trip together, to find out more and maybe cause some menace on the way, in case they get bored. Its gonna be prime family bonding time!

They meet Asta under the skull, where he always trains, and they see him basically just lugging this big sword around but...not using either magic or the devils power. Something is weird here. Vanica also comments that the kid is kinda hunky with some nice features, but kinda veery very tiny, and she loses a bit of interest already. Zenon appreciates a dude who knows his workout, but the no magic factor makes him think of Asta as kinda weak, way too weak to be a Devil host, and he tells  Dante that it might be a fluke, that their information was wrong, and that they should just go and find the responsible spy and torture him, for having them come out all this way just to see a kid play at being a knight and yell a lot. 

Dante still has an uneasy feeling, that it might be a little more than just that, but he also has to agree that Asta has not shown any sign of devil powers, so he cant even ask lucifero which Demon slipped past their Network and got stranded in Clover, and this part of clover of all places too. Really, no self respecting lord of hell would do this to themselves, not even Zagred who maybe got a little desperate over the millenia.

Just as they are about to turn and leave, a voice comes up to them, asking them what they are doing. and yes, it comes up to them, cause they are in their usual and very very stealthy and absolutely not suspicious manner flying half a kilometre over the ground, maybe a little to the left, so they are guarded by the shades of the columns, and bickering with each other about first going to torture the spies, or getting something to eat before that. Just ye normal roadtrip talks.

Anyways, Asta heard them or sensed them (my boys instincts are crazy, like damn), and his gut feeling tells him something is off wht the weirdly fancy dressed floating strangers with seemingly cold eyes and spade-symbols and regalia all on them. He might not be the smartest noodle in the pot, but even he knows when he sees people in a place they dont belong.

Yeah, so, from here on out things can go a great many ways, Zenon would probably suggest they get rid of him and also that would make at least for a little amusement for now. Vanica would probably agree, cause at least they would be doing ANYTHing but staying there and doing nothing but watch a little boy. Or they could get some snacks, shes kinda hungry, for the 300th time today. 

Dante tho, he still wants his questions answered. So why not ask? He floats down towards Asta, and is all like, Hello there young man, that is a fine sword youre having there, pray tell where did you get that?

And Asta is like, wow, someone likes my sword? And this little angel boy just happily wants to help people, especially those 3 nobles who seem like they got hella damn lost (and not like they are a nightmare for many captains and Julius, I mean, can you imagine all the work thats gonna have to happen, when they find out that the dark triad can just enter Clover all willy nilly?? Oh, Marx is gonna haunt them with papers for months! And Augustus voice is gonna shriek through all the castle in that unbeliievable high octave about how useless they all are, and yeah, things just aint gonna be great, but Asta doesnt know, this blessed summer child is not the brightest light at times)

Cause sister lily and father Orsi raised him right he shows Dante all about his sword and his grimoire, and Dante sees it and probably goes like !!!. And then he knows that Asta really is a demons host, but he doesnt seem to have realized it himself. How strange. He tries to ask Asta a few questions, but the kiddo just really doesnt know a thing and after a while of talking around the topic, he tries the more direct route

“Say Boy, have you ever heard a Voice inside your head? Telling you things about your magic and what to do?”

“Yeah, Yuno says thats called thinking and that people should do that more often.”

“...right. But was there one besides the regular Voice you hear when you think?”

“No? Was there supposed to be one before I got the grimoire?”

“...Nevermind”

Asta also couldnt remember ever seeing a weird figure, well not specifically because “not before you guys showed up. I think the weirdest figure is probably Yuno, way too damn handsome that jerk!”

Or sensing another Magic mingle with his, “What do you mean this isnt my magic?”

Finally, Dante asks Asta if he ever heard about the Devil, and “Yeah of course, I was raised in a church, and Sister Lily tells us all the best good night stories! Im gonna mary one day and then we tell each other all those every night!!” And then Asta got stuck thinking about his sister Lily,and Dante had to realize that its no use. 

He could now either kidnap Asta and train him under the dark triad, or he could leave him be and keep his tabs on the strange kid with big dreams. Yeah, well, kidnapping Asta is, if the conversation with him was any clue, not gonna be an easy and quiet thing, and its gonna be a political mess, a headache to boot too. Also Zenon and Vanica are probably going to try kill Asta if he gets too much for them anyways, so i would be useless. He sighed, and shook his head, and shot Asta a fake smile

“Thank you for answering all my questions, boy, have a nice training session for whatever it is youre trying o achieve here.”

“Oh, Im training to become a Magic knight in a few months!”

“Ah”

“Im gonna become the Wizard king! (✧ ∇ ✧)”

“...Well, good luck with that, Im going home now”

“Thank you, also your friends left like 20 minutes ago”

Cue unhappy Dante. But at least they learned something...I think? And they went and cleaned up that Information pipe line real quick and then got something to eat.

Yeah so, I tried. Im still not back to peak form, but this was fun! Poor Dante was probably hella frustrated afterwards, but Asta really jsut doesnt know xD and later on, Asta is constantly wih people who are pretty sure to recognize the Spade royalty. I mean, they dont make it particulary hard. And Asta has his goal set, and he takes the most direct route to get there.

im pretty sure, as things are now, Zenon and Vanica are going to be way more interested too, but I really need to know a lot more about Vanica. 

Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and thank you again for sending me those words of encouragement! Have a lovely day!!

#caw caw #man its been ages #im sorry folks for disappearing of the grid #and ya know what #thanks to corona #i dont have uni #so maybe if anyone wants some easy headcannons hit me up #im kinda feeling this again :) #black clover #The dark triad #Asta #Dante Zogratis #Zenon Zogratis #Vanica Zogratis #beware: no plot just weird musings and ramblings

[slxkpop]

The Sweet Taste of Candy (Chapter 1/?)

Pairing: Unknown

Genre: A bit of everything tbh 

Word Count: 2.7 k

This is a mini series about Jimin who is a complete, utter, slutty ass mess. He has issues that he doesn't want to face, so drugs is his way out :) and this story does indeed, include smut. Enjoy!

Waking up is the hardest thing to do. Every night his mind drifts into nothingness where he’s able to create a world of his own from scratch, where he’s able to do whatever he wants. To feel however he wants without reality influencing him. To wake up into this world that was so heavy and dark never ceased to bewilder him; he who did not belong here.

“Can you fucking get up already?” The stranger standing above Jimin shoved his body to the side to ensure he was alive. Jimin rolled over, almost lifeless in his underwear. He squinted his eyes open and pushed his light blue hair back, revealing his forehead. 

“Look you gotta go. My wife is pulling up with my kids soon so hurry up” The man struggles with his zipper as he speaks, soon letting it go out of frustration. Jimin had no recollection of what happened the night prior, but as always, he was being rushed to pick up and go. He wishes he could’ve gotten up earlier to at least clean himself up, but his pounding headache told him to get more rest. 

“The acid is on my nightstand. Don't forget it, I don't want that shit in my house.” 

Getting up, Jimin found his pants on the floor alongside his phone and shoes. He pulled up his joggers and checked his phone which has almost 10 messages from Taehyung. The blue-haired boy sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked around for his shirt but he couldn't find it anywhere. 

“Hey, do you know where my shirt is?” Jimin said in a quiet raspy voice. 

“I left it on the sink in the bathroom.'' As he entered the small room, he noticed that his black shirt was soaked, and what seemed to be traces of vomit was left on it. He gagged slightly while picking up the dampened fabric; most of it was rinsed out by water but the bathroom still reeked of throw up. 

Jimin made his way to the living room with all his belongings in his hand, including his shirt and a pack of acid. 

“Hey, can you lock the door on my way out?” He said with a soft voice. The fair man led him to the front door, where they stood looking at the pouring rain. Assuming he wouldn't be getting an umbrella, he took a step out of the house about to leave. He turned around to look at the stranger one more time and smirked while reaching  down towards the mans pants to pull up the undone zipper. The blue haired boy then tilted his head and winked at the man as he turned around to leave the house.

“See you”, was the last thing Jimin said to the stranger as he watched the man’s wife and kids stare at him from the driveway. 

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“Jimin, its fucking pouring, why are you walking around shirtless?” Taehyung yelled through the rolled down window, he didn't think he’d find his friend wandering the streets shirtless in the middle of the afternoon. 

“My shirt was soaked before I even left the house so I decided to not put it on” Jimin looked at Taehyung blankly while opening the car door. 

“Whose house where you in this time?” Taehyung never understood how Jimin could so easily jump from place to place. He didn't understand why his blue haired friend jumped from place to place. Taehyung always welcomed him into his home with a warm heart.

“I don't know, some dude I met last night.” Taehyung sighed. Why did he even ask? 

“I'm taking you home.” Taehyung peered to the side to look at Jimin. He was a mess. His skin was pale and it looked like he hasn't had a good rest in days.

“It's not my home! It's yours so don’t fucking say that!” Jimin turned to Taehyung who looked shocked at the sudden aggression. 

“It's your home too, you know you’re welcomed at any time. I told you to just stay with me, you don't have to pay rent or anything” Jimin looked towards the window after he plugged his charger into his phone and tensed up at the thought of being in a house. 

“Don’t say that soft shit. I'm not going to live in your house for free-”

“So you’re going to go around, high off of your fucking ass, staying at different people’s houses every night? At the risk of literally fucking dying?” Another wave of anger pulsated inside of Jimin and his impulses took hold of him. 

“Taehyung shut the fuck up. Let me out of the car!” Jimin started banging on the window with a closed fist and tried to pry open the car door. 

“We are literally in the middle of a road. Calm down, what are you even trying to do!?”

Taehyung tried to grab Jimin's shoulder to get him to stop. 

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don't ever touch me!”  Jimin’s wave of anger bursts as he reaches over to Taehyung, grabbing the steering wheel and pulling it towards himself. The car jerks to the right before Taehyung can grab the wheel and push Jimin off of his side.

“Jimin what the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Are you on fucking crack?!” Jimin adjusted himself back in his seat after realizing what just happened.

“I don't know! I don’t fucking remember!” Jimin’s chest closes at the thought of what he just did. He almost killed his best friend and he suddenly feels sick, as if his body just took the toll of all the stupid shit he has been doing at once. 

He takes a deep breath and tries to subsume his emotions.

“I’m sorry… just take me home” Taehyung sighs as the atmosphere calms down. Thinking that Jimin would purposefully put his life in danger terrified him and he knew that he needed to get his friend help as soon as possible. 

A person's home is somewhere where they can feel safe and relaxed. A home is not just a convenient space to have, it also helps mentally. At home you disconnect yourself from outside life and are able to have a peace of mind, which is very important if you want to stay sane.

Jimin plopped himself onto Taehyung's soft sofa, closing his eyes in leisure. 

He felt unhappy to be back in Taehyung's residence, but the comfort of the pillows against his body was nice. Being in a house wasn't pleasant, in fact he felt more paranoid now than he ever was out in the street.

He started to get uncomfortable and shifted his position, trying to feel relaxed again. 

He breathed unsteadily, feeling as if the room was closing around him. His muscles tensed up and he shot his eyes closed trying not to think about the walls. Walls are associated with feeling trapped, being trapped reminds him of blood-

“Hey Jimin, are you okay?” Taehyung suddenly reached out for Jimin's shoulder causing the blue haired boy to gasp out. He was still panting and clenching his hands tightly trying to calm down. 

“Taehyung, I really cant fucking be in here. Either let me go or let me take another

tab” The brunette looked at Jimin and took the condition he was in, into consideration. 

 If he let him go, Jimin would just be wandering the streets again, walking around hopelessly until he found someone to take him home. 

God knows when Taehyung would find him again. 

Or he would go to the club, and work as a dancer where they would offer him even more drugs. There, he’ll have a cluster of creeps willing to take him home and spend the night. House him and let him sit pretty as his system stays hopped up on drugs. How can he feel so comfortable being so vulnerable around strangers? Letting him take another tablet seemed like the most reasonable option but Taehyung didn’t want to feed into his addiction.

“I won't let you take acid but I have weed you can smoke. Do you think that would be enough for you? The stuff I have has a pretty high potency.” Jimin nodded gently, body yearning for it as though it would cure some unseenable sickness. His face was eminently pale, skin glistening as a small sheen of sweat built up on his flesh. 

Taehyung hurried to his room and came back with a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter. At the sight, Jimin visibly relaxed, watching the hot orange light at the end of it flicker to life. With his first pull the familiar burn in his throat released the tension he sat with, his body unwinding as the walls start to appear just a bit less scary. 

The amount of narcotics he has taken made Jimin’s tolerance ridiculous, but he still got a buzz out of the blunt. But it was enough to ease his anxiety. 

“Are you okay now?” Jimin took one last pull before tapping a bit of ash into a tray before stubbing it out. Taehyung looks at him, observing his friend very carefully. He notices how Jimin’s face appears to have gotten thinner. There was a slight tremble in his hands and his pupils never seemed to return to its normal size, even when he peered at his phone which produced bright light. 

“Yea, I’m fine. Whatchu lookin at?” Taehyung averted his gaze to the object nearest to him, hoping he didn't look away too fast. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and moved away from Jimin, he didn’t realize how long he was staring at him. He had watched him until the blunt turned into a roach, he didn't want to come off as rude. 

“Nothing. I was just noticing how you look different.” Taehyung managed to spit out the thought he was thinking since he encountered his blue haired friend. 

“Different in what way? Is it good?” Jimin tilted his head away from Taehyung, smirking at him alluringly. Seeing this expression on Jimin's face wasn't new to the brunette.

“I mean your whole atmosphere feels different… You look really good with blue hair” Taehyung was trying to compliment him but all he could think about was how concerned he was for his health. He did look good with blue hair though. 

“My atmosphere is different? I feel the same.” Jimin whispered before licking his lips. 

His mind was fuzzy and he didn't see his caring, childhood best friend. He could only see another hot stranger. Jimin’s eye patterns visibly changed. His gaze catching onto all the ‘not so friendly’ parts of Taehyung. His neck, his arms, his constantly moisturized lips. His jaw and strong brows. He looked so concerned but there was absolutely nothing wrong happening right now. Frustration seeped into Jimin’s features.  

“Jimin are you okay? You’re acting strange-” 

“But haven't I been acting strange this whole time? My atmosphere is different, RIGHT?” Taehyung furrowed his brows further. The other’s presence felt overwhelming and he couldn't help but feel intimidated by his friend.

“J-jimin, that's not what I meant. You’re just-”

“I'm just what?” 

“You just feel- distant!” Taehyung watched Jimin cautiously since it seemed like he was going to get attacked again. 

“So should I make it so that there’s no distance between us?” Jimin’s eyes burned with a crazed gleam as he quickly pounced on to Taehyung’s lap, grabbing both of his wrists. 

“Jimin what are you doing!” Taehyung was struggling to push Jimin off of him, he wouldn't budge at all. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jimin’s tongue came out to further wet his lips before using it to sweep down Taehyung's neck. His friend’s breathing was ragged as he licked up towards his ear. Jimin’s teeth joined in as be began to nibble on it. Taehyung closed his eyes tightly at the feeling, fingers curling into a fist in Jimin’s hold. 

“Don't pretend this isn't why you’ve been searching for me for weeks. What other motive would you have?” Taehyung wouldn't let himself be caught up in Jimin's words. He knew all his friend felt right now was lust but he couldn’t give in, even if it was terribly tempting. 

“Jimin don’t fucking say shit like that! Seriously get off of me!” As Jimin began to explore his jaw, adrenaline began to burn in his body. Taehyung forcefully flipped Jimin over with his whole body, sending them both onto the floor. The sudden harsh contact made the buzzing in Jimin's head stop for a second. His eyelids didn't feel heavy and he was able to see and think clearly again.

He took a moment to formulate an apology. 

“I’m sorry. Again.”

“Jimin, you need help. Like for fucking real. During the time I searched for you I was looking into rehabilitation doctors and therapists. I really think you should go. I met up with one in person and he seemed like a genuinely good guy who wants to help people.”

 While above Jimin on the floor, Taehyung reached behind him and started shuffling through his back pocket.

“Look, this is his card. Please look into it, okay?” Taehyung got off of Jimin after handing him the business card. Jimin stayed on the floor, holding the card up to read the doctor's name. 

Dr. Jeon Jungkook

“What a shit name” 

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Thankyou for reading the first chapter!! More will soon be uploaded. Also, keep a look out cause i will be doing a story in the future. 

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[mazojo]

Mad Drunk MC + RFA Headcanons

Okay so I am kinda scared of posting this as I usually do head canons and erase them as I don't think they are good enough but I am taking a risk kinda soo pardon my rambling... If anyone has any requests or ideas of hc ill gladly give it a try <33

So the  situation is mc being drunk after a fight with the RFA members and their reaction to calm her down and take her home/to sleep. Enjoy ~

Yoosung

They were at home playing games when they had a fight due to Yoosung getting mad he lost. MC tried lightening the mood but he was too mad to listen and snapped at her, which led her to go to the kitchen and grab a drink too many. After cooling down Yoosung goes to seek her and finds her sprawled on the sofa. He gathers some courage by downing a drink and approaches her.

He finds himself a bit tipsy as he approaches MC

You look cute all flushed and let’s not fight anymore? God I am an idiot aren't I?

MC sees him, her eyes hardening and she starts yelling nonsense at him and his stupid game.

While she is yelling he keeps thinking about how soft her lips look and how a strand of hair keeps hiding her beautiful eyes. He notices how her eyes grow bigger when she is mad, so cute.

God I want to kiss her, does she know I want to kiss her?

“You care more about your stupid stupid games than me!”

How can she even think that? She is his entire world and no virtual character could compete against her. Ever.

He can’t handle it anymore so he kisses her, shutting her up.

Why are her lips so soft? Is she really all mine? I think I am dreaming, this is definitely a dream.

As she pulls away her frown lessens and he apologizes, she can't stay mad for long with that cute face he makes when apologizing.

He takes her hand and they both stumble into bed giggling and after kissing for a while they both fall asleep with a smile in their faces

Zen

It was a long day on set and the director kept Zen longer than planned. MC had prepared a surprise dinner which eventually went cold and led her to drink all the alcohol she had reserved for the romantic evening. Zen arrives tired after a long day and seeing the candles and cold food internally kicks himself as he approaches mc who has her head laying on the table.

Zen lightly touches her head to see if she is awake and she sits up immediately, as she sees him she pouts and turns away.

MC starts speaking gibberish and pointing a finger accusatory at him.

“I am going to speak to that director of yours! how dare him? the nerve of keeping you away from my surprise. There really are some inconsiderate people in this world! th-”

How much did she drink? She is going to have a serious hangover

“Babe, we can discuss things later but for now you should sleep, okay my princess?”

“Don't “my princess” me! I am my own damn princess”

Zen tries to repress a chuckle as MC refuses to go to bed and as he starts to lift her up she scrambles away and sits down in the floor to prove her point.

Zen smirks at how cute she puffs her cheeks when mad.

God bless messaging apps

“You leave me no option” he says as he carries MC bridal style to the room.

MC tried to fight it by sloppily hitting Zen but eventually gives up and falls asleep on his arms.

“So cute and stubborn...” Zen whispers as he sets her down and makes sure she’s comfortable by laying her on the softest pillow.

Forehead kiss as he lays at her side and she fall asleep in his arms

Jaehee

Jaehee was supposed to pick up MC after work on her office because of their anniversary but as work keeps coming in, Jumin lets her off later. Just when she is heading out she realizes how late it is and how MC has been waiting for almost 1 hour to pick her up. She dials MC’s number but it goes off to voice message and when she arrives at MC’s office she is nowhere to be seen. Jaehee starts to panic but just as she is about to head to the police look for her she spots her in a bar next to the office mumbling to herself.

Jaehee quickly enters the bar and drags MC away paying for the tab.

MC stumbles out mindlessly until she realizes its Jaehee and giving her an icy look turns away.

“Look, I am sorry... I know I was supposed to come but you know Jumin and his cat projects... I promise ill make it up to you and...” she trails off seeing as MC is looking the other way while she is repeating everything she just said in a mocking voice.

Sigh, she is lucky she’s cute.

It’s cold out and as they are walking towards Jaehee’s car, she notices how MC is shivering due to the cold weather.

Jaehee takes off her coat and wraps it around mc

She blushes and looks at Jaehee for the first time since the fight, stopping her gibberish mumbling.

“Look I am sorry if I upset you but it’s freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold and also you may wa-“

MC interrupts Jaehee by kissing her and mumbles an apology for acting like a child.

Jaehee smiles and as she tucks away a strand of hair she resume kissing her in the cold, suddenly feeling very warm.

Saeyoung

Although the agency Saeyoung worked for didn't exist anymore, he was doing some investigating jobs he couldn't decline. MC was uneasy about the whole situation and tried confronting him about it, only to have him snap at her. Angry and frustrated, MC goes out of the house slamming the door leaving Saeyoung embarrassed and regretful for snapping at her. Although she didn't know, he had installed a tracker to know where she was on her phone. He tracked her down and found her in a park bench nearby with a bottle in hand.

“Come on babe we are going home”

MC stares daggers at Saeyoung, “Hell no, I am not going where I am not wanted” she huffs and crosses her arms dramatically.

Saeyoung sighs, of course she wants her, he just doesn't want her to get involved in the dangerous aspects

Saeyoung grabs her by the arm and brings her up from the bench, noticing her resisting efforts.

God she is so damn stubborn but it’s also makes me like her more? Is that even possible?

Mc is lightly hitting his arm and talking gibberish.

“ The Nerve Saeyoung, the nerve to drag meee inside. Go be with your chips and soda, have fun its not lik-”

She stumbles as he is dragging her they are walking and MC trips.

He grabs her by the waist and steadies her.

“W-why are you so cute and frustrating when all I want is for you to be safe?” Cant she see he is protecting her?

MC tries to get away from the embrace but he holds on, a slight smile appearing on his face.

He tightens the embrace as he says “I am not letting you go before you say the magical words”

MC is struggling to get away while lightly insulting him and Saeyoung is laughing.

She suddenly stops struggling turning to face Saeyoung

“I know your weakness” MC says a mocking tone in her slurred words, as he shuts him up with a fiery kiss.

Saeyoung suddenly lets her go pink tinting his cheeks.

“I-I... y-you...” MC laughs at his sudden shyness and they start heading home.

“Ill make it up to you, defender seven zero seven will always protect you” and as she snuggles closer he guides her home.

Jumin

MC and Jumin went out to eat at a fancy restaurant. The same day, an important deal at the company was done, thus Jumin kept receiving calls throughout the meal. Everytime MC tried talking to him they seemed to be interrupted thus MC started drinking more wine than she should have. They exit the restaurant and head to the car were the chauffeur awaited.

He is oblivious that she is mad as they both walk in silence.

MC, suddenly wanting him to notice her, walks in front of Jumin and stands her ground puffing her cheeks.

Jumin is taken aback by her sudden approach and almost slams into her

She is drunk, with her light figure and low tolerance to drinks he should have been more attentive.

“We must hurry to the car, it’s getting late and I don’t want you getting a hangover and a cold”

Mc refuses to move and Jumin sighs.

“You ignored me alllll night and now want meee to move?” She says doing exaggerated hand motions and enlarging her words for emphasis.

Was he ignoring her? Hmmm but didn't she noticed how he lived for that smile on her face when she got all excited with the fillet and how he made sure to order her favorite wine? He must ensure next time she knows this details.

Jumin notices how flushed she gets while mad. Cute.

She isn’t going to move without an apology huh?

“MC I apologize if my actions and behavior made you mad but please get in the car or else you will catch a cold and then I will have to take a few days leave off work to take care of you. Of course, you could alwa-“

MC interrupts Jumin by giving him a peck to shut him up, when he gets on his rambles he never shuts up, he cares.

Slight blush as MC drunkenly puts her head in his shoulder and they walk to the car waiting for them down the block

As the chauffeur drives them home, MC cuddles on Jumin’s shoulder and as he looks at her he promises to be more attentive, he’ll ensure to turn off the phone next dinner and prepare the pancakes for breakfast he knew she loved.

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