#alternate canon

[justporo]

okay but can we talk about this: when halsin tells tav he wants her (and Astarion) but you're in a relationship with Astarion so when you go talk to him about it he asks "But answer me one thing, this isn't because haven't.... you know... in a while" because oh boy my heart, just the thought of what must be going through his mind

See, this is also what I was thinking about and I would have loved there to be an option to just listen to Halsin's proposition (because he's a national treasure and just so damn pure) but then be like "listen, you honour me, so thank you, but no thank you. I'm with Astarion and I fear there's no more space in my heart." And then go to Astarion and talk about it with him and reassure him that there is only him for you. And because I would have liked that, I'm gonna write it out in a drabble: Astarion / GN!Tav (You)

"First in my heart!"

"You wouldn't believe the talk I just had with Halsin..." You say as you saunter over to Astarion, awkwardly crossing your arms over your chest. What Halsin had just proposed had majorly thrown you off your game - who would have thought the archdruid had it in himself to be so... forthcoming?

Astarion looks up from his book with raised eyebrows but catches your meaning in a heartbeat. He throws his head back and starts laughing. "No way, I was waiting for that to happen actually", he says and puts the book down, then crosses his arms over his chest as well, mimicking you.

Your brows furrow: "How did you..." Astarion lowers his head a little and stares at you. "You must've been blind to not notice the stares he's thrown you since he joined our jolly party. The man's basically a dog barking and salivating at the dinner table that is you - waiting to devour whatever he gets." You blush hard, too stuned to speak and your mouth just falls open - no way this had been actually a thing others had noticed before tonight. But also - can you just hear the slightest strain in Astarion's voice?

"And on top of that", Astarion scoffs "the guy can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could." The impression Astarion makes of Halsin is incredibly on point, he laughs, seemingly waving the druid's adavnces off but... you see that the laugh doesn't reach the vampire's eyes fully.

Still you are dumbfounded by the developments of the evening, your mouth basically only closing and opening as if you'd been turned into a fish.

"Astarion, I wouldn't...", you finally get out but get immediately interrupted again by the spawn who starts to ramble on about how he doesn't mind, how he'd actually be interested to know how it goes down - and also if Halsin would shapeshift in the bedroom...

And what had been your suspicion from the moment you had started to tell Astarion was now clear for you: no matter how much Astarion would actually be open for you to share the bed with someone else even though the two of you are in a commited relationship - it wouldn't actually be fine for him. Maybe not exactly out of jealousy, but because he is actually insecure albeit he'd never openly admit it. Because he actually does care very much about his relationship to you and is so deeply scared to do anything that will break the spell. So scared actually, he'd rather let you share the bed with someone else despite not being fine with it.

And that makes your heart break because no one should feel forced to do that, right? But luckily for the vampire, you're decision had already been made. More so, there hadn't been a decision to begin with.

"But let me ask one thing", Astarion finally says, his eyes wide now, face open and vulnerable "it's not because... you know... we haven't... in a while?" His eyes almost seem to widen more while desperately waiting for your answer. Even though he doesn't move you can see the fear and nervousness in his posture that is just too tense for his usual nonchalant manner.

Your heart breaks into a thousand pieces: "Oh, Astarion, I'm not... asking for your permission to get nasty with Halsin."

The vampire's face drops completely, his arms fall down limply at his side. You see how shock and hurt start clouding his face. He helplessly opens his mouth: "Oh..." His gaze lowers from yours, flitting around everywhere but your face

Your eyes widen - that is not at all what you meant. "No, no, no, Astarion" - you rush to him and grab him by the shoulders. "No, you didn't catch my meaning. What I'm saying is, I'm not asking permission because there is nothing to ask for. I would never consider being with someone else." His gaze snaps back to yours - his eyes not yet free of worry and hurt.

You lick your lips, desperatly trying to show him what you feel for him. To show him that the reason you hadn't noticed Halsin's interest in you was because you only had eyes for him. And to make sure he knows there will be no one else: "Astarion, you are first in my heart. No, more even, you are the only one in my heart like this - there's no space to share." And because you feel that your feelings might completely overwhelm you, you wrap your arms around the vampire, holding him tightly.

"Oh", Astarion makes again - but this time in a much different tone. He hugs you back, burying his face in your hair.

After a while you lean back and look into his eyes before pressing a kiss to his lips that makes him sigh dreamily. "I'm sorry I doubted you", he whispers, his face still vulnerable. "I'm sorry I made you doubt me", you reply and give him a warm smile.

"Also", you say and grin at him "I think I already had a date with a bottle of wine, a book and a vampire for tonight." Astarion grins back at you and unwraps one of his arms to motion towards the pillows in front of his tent: "Let's not make the bottle wait any longer then."

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #halsin #drabble #one shot #alternate canon

[jazryde]

i am still alive!!! thats good i think.......

here's a bunch of my funger brainrot....

#fanart #digital art #fear and hunger #fear & hunger #the girl fear and hunger #d'arce fear and hunger #d'arce cataliss #enki fear and hunger #enki ankarian #ragnvaldr fear and hunger #cahara fear and hunger #fear and hunger le'garde #doodle dump #doodles #alternative universe #alternate canon #alternate ending #fan design #ar'luce

[temporary-tats]

Hey I'll take you up on that offer of a list of your favourite Bees fics 👀👀👀

Always looking for more. I feel like I've barely scratched the surface though. And if they're half as good as the Midnight Bees fic then yes please!

Oh Anon do I have a list for you.

A Note Before We Begin: Most of these Bumbleby fics are lengthy, multi-chapter pieces, often coming in at 70k+ words. The majority of these recommendations are not light reads because I am a sucker for emotional journeys full of ups, downs, and angst. If you're looking for more lighthearted recommendations, then I am unfortunately too much of an emotional masochist for you! (But, considering you've come here as a fan of MM, I have a feeling you'll enjoy these)

I'll also be updating this post with new fics occasionally, and to update my Top 5! So if you ever need something new to read, come back and check out this recs list :]

~ 💛💜 Now, let's begin 💜💛 ~

My Top 5 Favorite Bumbleby Fics (as of April 2024)

Paring down this list is Incredibly (TM) difficult, but these are 5 fics that brutally obliterated me, emotionally, physically, spiritually, etc.

when I dream of dying I never feel so loved by lescousinsdangeroux - Mature; 73k Words; Alternate Universe - Edge of Tomorrow/RWBY Fusion (Sci-Fi, Time Loop, Grimm, Semblances); TW: Repeated (Temporary) Major and Minor Character Death and Mild Gore

I Know You by Monochrome_Gray - Mature; 238k Words; Alternate Universe - Witches; Semblances as Magic; Clairvoyance; Poly Raven, Summer, and Taiyang; Slow Burn; TW: Minor Character Death, Depression, and Minor Dysphoria (NB Yang)

hear her in the wind by lescousinsdangeroux - Mature; 109k Words; Alternate Universe - The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/RWBY Fusion (Remnant = Hyrule, Maidens = Champions, Adam = Ganon; Yang = Link and Blake = Zelda; Grimm) TW: PTSD

Gunslinger by pugoata - Mature; 218k Words; Alternate Universe - Western; No Semblances; Sheriff Yang; Politics; TW: Intense Faunus Racism (it's 90% of the plot), Public Execution, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Abuse

you're a mountain, full of glory by lescousinsdangeroux - Explicit; 111k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern/Snowboarder and Skier; No Semblances; No Faunus; Friends with Benefits; Found Family; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse

The Hall of Fame

These are fics that, at one point, touched the Top 5 list. They may have been nudged out by another work, but they're still top tier.

They Can't Steal the Love You're Born to Find by timeespaceandpixiedust - Mature; 101k Words; Alternate Universe - Courtroom, Childhood, College/University; Non-linear Timeline; Adam on Trial; Very Emotional Conversations; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence, PTSD, Depression;

Compass by pugoata - Mature; 74k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, Roadtrip, Soulmates; No Semblances; Hitchhiker Blake; Tense Tai and Yang Relationship; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

Shelter by pugoata - Mature; 73k Words; Alternate Universe - Farm; No Semblances; Runaway Blake; Farmer Yang; GOATS; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence, PTSD;

Brighter by y8ay8a - Explicit; 212k Words; Alternate Canon; Events from Volume 2/3 - Beginning of Volume 7; Very Emotional Conversations; Blake and Yang in the Before and Healing Through the After; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Depression, PTSD;

let you see my wilder side (if i can see your bones) by explosivesky - Explicit; 107k Words; Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Rockstar and Movie Star; Actress Yang; Rockstar Blake; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence;

take it from your grave by explosivesky - Mature; 48k Words; Alternate Universe - Gothic Horror; Monsters; Curses; Forbidden Romance; Forbidden Found Family; TW: Brief Depictions of Violence, Depression, PTSD;

Other Amazing Works

Didn't quite reach the Top 5, but these fics were still phenomenal.

Midnight Menagerie by Kaelidascope - ONGOING; Explicit; Currently 289k Words; Alternate Universe - Future Dystopia, Sex-Industry, Crime Syndicates; No Semblances; No Faunus; Bartender Yang; Dancer Blake; Street Racing; Gritty Fic, but with Lots of Fluff; Slowburn; Gunning For the Top 5 Once Finished;

NOTE: This fic tackles VERY emotionally intense and gritty topics. While done (in my opinion) very masterfully and with great care, please proceed with caution. TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, R@pe/Non-Con, Human Trafficking, Past Abuse/Assault of a Minor, Death, PTSD, Emotional Manipulation, Physical Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts;

Praeludium and Allegro by yangsbandana - Mature; 68k Words; Alternate Universe - Orchestra, Conservatory; Viola/Violin Blake; Cello Yang; Healing; TW: Depictions of Abuse, PTSD;

Best Laid Plans by Sawrin - Teen and Up; 10k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; Dog POV; Fluffy;

Expecting by Sawrin - General Audiences; 8k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; Best Laid Plans Part 2; Dog POV; Baby on the Way;

From the Heart by Softlight - Mature; 77k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, Bakery; No Semblances; Baker Yang; Bookstore Owner Blake; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence, Depression, Grief

what if it's all just a black abyss (and lips that kiss you) by lescousinsdangeroux - Teen and Up; 30k Words; Alternate Universe - Star Wars; Force Bond; Found Family; Smuggler and Pilot Yang; Runaway Sith Apprentice Blake; TW: Brief Depictions of Violence;

it's not living (if it's not with you) by explosivesky - Mature; 10k Words; Alternate Universe - Pop Punk/Rock Band; No Semblances; No Faunus; No Angst Just Fluff;

Crash Landing by kienava - Mature; 43k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, College/University, Text Messages; No Semblances; No Faunus; Crack but with Serious Moments; Slow Burn; TW: Implied/Referenced Drug Use;

roads that lead you home by lescousinsdangeroux - Teen and Up; 15k Words; Alternate Canon/Future RWBY; Weiss POV; Bumbleby Included but Not the Full Focus; Found Family; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

you've got me seeing stars by explosivesky - Mature; 25k Words; Alternate Canon; Beacon Never Falls; Happy and In Love Bees; Pining; Partial Sun POV;

shake us together like a snow globe by explosivesky - Mature; 34k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, College/University, Fake Dating; No Semblances; Home for the Holidays; Mutual Pining; More Emotional than Angsty; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

Mixed Melodies by EmpressOfEdge - Mature; 25k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, Rock Band; No Semblances; Drummer Yang; Bassist Blake;

Waiting (on You) by Mikotyzini - Teen and Up; 133k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; No Semblances; No Faunus; Ultimate Slow Burn; Yang is Oblivious;

You and Me, and One Hot Summer by EmpressOfEdge - Mature; 98k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; No Semblances; Summer Romance; Ultimate Wingman Sun; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

#bumbleby fic recommendations #fic rec #bumbleby #a03 #rwby #rwby fanfiction #a03 link #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #alternate universe #alternate canon #temp tats top 5 bumbleby fics #emotional destruction imminent

[sugarakis-p2]

Date with a devil

You finally give the man-child from your online game streaming team a chance to buy you a drink. Just when the date from hell is going well, he kidnaps you and uses your body mercilessly. Leaving your head spinning, your heart and nether aching for more.

Warning: Non-Con, Shigaraki Tomura x plus size Reader, Bondage and Discipline, Rope Bondage, Non-Consensual Bondage, Kidnapping, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Vag Fingering, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Size Kink, Large Cock, Large Breasts, Drinking, Cussing, Light BDSM

You nervously fidget as you wait for your date to arrive.

You sigh, grab your purse, getting up to leave for the sixth time that night. You were already feeling iffy about this date, to begin with. You met him on a game chat. He was polite at first. Overly polite and well-spoken. You thought he might be a dad in his forties. Then later, he started with the serious game lingo. Soon he was a regular on your channel, finding the best gear and creating some of your most popular content when he threw his ominous tantrums. Sometimes they are aimed at you when he wants to be the lead on missions, and you make the call to have some of the other content creators get footage.

A year of flirting later, he had finally asked you out for a drink. But this was Tenfingerdeathpunch. He wasn't smooth, and he definitely wasn't pleasant. It had been a while since you went on a date. You gained weight as you got older and are an American. Men weren't beating down your door, and he was a lot more brazen when you two were alone. Flirting so hard the thought of it makes you blush. He sends you pictures of his torso. Each one has been steadily creeping lower and lower. You both always wore masks when it was video feed. Only he also distorted his voice and created a fake background. You chuckle to yourself when you remember the time a meme was made from one of his tantrums using an old cartoon character called Skeletor. We wore that mask quite often. Honestly, it has paid the bills more than once. It also showed he had a sense of humor.

Ten was also creepy, threatening, and sounded like a little incel man baby. You didn't ask for those pics. He sent them to you because you lost your cool and started insulting his appearance and anything else you could think of that would hurt. You were not expecting a pic of his pretty abdomen, and the tip of the outline of what you have to assume is a monster cock. Ten, who could not read a room, immediately caught onto your eep.

"Oh, you like it?" You could hear his smirk.

"No, I don't. Shut up. I'm going to have to cut all this footage. Neither of us looks good," you sneered.

"That's not true. You think I look good," Ten mocked. You hung up on him. Since then, he has been hinting at things but asked genuinely a few days ago. You look in the mirror at the back of the bar and knaw at your lips in worry. Make that you gained a lot of weight. Your chest is so big you have only seen the tops your toes for years now, and they are brushing the tabletop. This little round booth is not doing you any favors, you take up most of the space, and it will be too intimate. You both have yet to see each other. You can still make a getaway.

"Toughgirlsheart?" A voice rasped. You look up to see a slender young man with light blue hair shadowing his bright red smoldering eyes, surrounded by scars and scratch marks. Same with his neck, his lips dry and cracked. His clothes are clean but a bit ill-fitting and ragged at the edges. You instantly know why he only sent you a pic of his shirtless torso. You're not going to lie. The scars are jarring when you first see them. But he has a nice body. Your cheeks heat when you combine that mental picture of his abs with his handsome face hidden under the scars.

"Y-yeah. Ten?" You answer. A grin tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You are even prettier than I imagined. Let me buy you a drink," Ten said sweetly, raising his hand to call the bartender over, while staring intensely at your chest and lips. You narrow your eyes.

"Brazen as ever, Ten," You say, rolling your eyes.

"Two six fingers of Pappy's on the rocks," he ordered. The bartender paled, taking in Ten's appearance and his ragged clothing.

"Sir, that is rather exspen-," The bartender said when Ten sighed and pulled out a platinum diamond card. Oh my god, he was loaded. No wonder he was such a brat. The bartender goes to get your order while you snap your mouth shut.

"I get less picky the more I drink, but I'm not going to let our first date start with cheap trash," Ten said. Spoken like a true alcoholic. When your order came, There was no doubt in your mind. You both liked to drink, at least, his eyes never moving from your chest. 

"My face is up here" You hiss. His crimson eyes dart up and he smirks.

"I didn't think I had to play meek with you. Aren't you American? Aren't you made of tougher stuff? I was hoping you could handle me. Especially now that I can see how damn hot you are."  

He's so smug and sounded annoyed having to tell you how hot you are. You don't know if he's being sincere or sarcastic. You take a sip of your drink and decide to stay for the drink, at least.

"Oh, my god. This tastes like worship," you gasp in delight.

"Dark smooth smokey tones. The best part is it's 92 proof," Ten grinned. You start talking about drinks. He was charming. Talking about gaming for hours. Drinking the entire time. You deeply regretted sticking around later when you both started getting tipsy. But grateful you stuck to your gamer names. You don't want this brat doxxing you if he decides to throw a trantrum.

"Why did you put in Dreamcaster1995? He's weak when it comes to dungeons. He is much better with pvp. He's a pussy, and everything about him sucks," Ten snarled, scratching his neck. You rolled your head back in exasperated drunk melodramatics.

"This fucking guy," you slurred before pointing your finger at him. You really want to jab his demon eye out at this moment, so this will have to do, "Look. Of course, you would have been better."

"If you knew that, then why him?"

"Part of being a good leader is trusting your team and helping them too. It can't all be about you. Of course, you would have been better, but he has a channel and has helped me in the past. Plus, there is no doubt he would succeed, and watching people struggle a little makes for interesting content too. As a team member you have to help people achieve there goals. Seriously, did you invite me out to harp on this some more?" You lectured.

You are about to get up and leave when his hand shoots out, wrapping four fingers around your wrist. You want to slap him, stopping when you notice he is listening. You could see the gears locking into place as he came to an epiphany. A strange horrid grin splits his expression.

"You're right. You're so right. Please, don't go. Let me buy you another drink. I like talking to you. This is nice," Ten said, vulnerable. A single finger scratched at his neck. His eyes hooded with sincere gratitude. He looked beautiful. You let him pull you close. The side of your breasts presses against his hard chest as he whispers in your ear. Divulging a little secret to keep you there.

"I asked you out because no one else kept me on their team. You are always so patient and buttery sweet with a sharp tongue. A perfect balance of a leader and I admire that. I wanted to learn from you. That's the original reason. But now I really want to bury myself in you. I meant it all the way. I was hoping you could handle me," He rasped, licking your ear and pulling your hand to touch the monster bulge pressing against your thick thigh.

He was not being sarcastic earlier. If that cock was an indicator, he was definitely attracted to you. That thing was much bigger than you thought, and heat prickled over your skin as you lightly squeezed to be sure it was not his leg. How does he have enough blood for that thing? You wondered. A needy, sad part of you really wanted to feel him inside you. Your quirk made you crave, mostly alcohol but there's other ways to get drunk.

"You're disgusting," you breathe back. No real bite to your words, and he grinned.

"Yeah. But not to you. Your skin is hot and flushed with the liquor. That blush over your tits is driving me wild," Ten growled. Pinching on your nipple, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips. You don't know what it was, but you do not pull away. You let him grope and kiss until you notice people are watching and feel shy.

"Ten, this is embarrassing. People are staring," you mumble against his mouth. He pulled away abruptly.

" IS it that embarrassing to be seen with me?" He seethed.

"What? No. I just don't want strangers staring at me like I'm a fat slut," you snapped back. He really knew how to get under your skin.

"A. Fat. Slut," he repeated slowly and smiled, "You're so fucking cute. You are tempting me to do terrible things. I heard that the bigger the girl tighter the cunt. I don't have to be gentle with you, do I, tough girl?"

He pounced on you and left you breathless before you could answer his disgusting question. He is much quicker than you expected. His kisses quickly adapted to get better and more passionate. His tongue entwining and playing with yours like a controller. They are still wet but not drowning. You are about ready to take this back to your place. When some pro hero sidekicks walk in to relax after work. Ten pulls his hood up and leans in.

"So. How many do you think you can take?" He asks quietly. You laugh and then stop because he is not joking. Alright. At a certain point, it doesn't matter how big your cock is. Crazy murder talk should be a line. You are about to tell him it's getting late when his face hardens as he spots someone in the mirror, "I'm going to pay the bill. Stay here."

He darted away before you could even answer. Leaving you panting and fanning yourself. He's as aggressive as you thought he would be and you did not mind that part at all. Sometimes you wonder if your quirk makes you thirsty for more than liquor. You see, Ten is talking to some girl. A perky little blonde who looked like she was gushing at him. He said something to her and followed her outside. Your heart plummeted into your gut. Of course, he would run off with a young tiny thing. You finish your drink when he pops up in front of you. Startling you, damn he's fast you think.

"We're going now," he snapped.

"Yes, I am," you tell him, obviously irked, when he flashes you your car keys. The stern look in his eyes is all the warning you need. You follow him to your SUV. Heart racing that he stole your keys and knows which car is yours. A big red flag in your book. The thing had a giant sponsor sticker on the side. Ten would defiantly recognize it, but this was too much. You are making excuses for his bad behavior like this was normal. Your instincts told you that you did not want to get into a confined space with him.

"I can't drive. I'm too drunk," You say quickly as Ten opens your door.

"Tsk. We both know your quirk works best when you're drunk," he growls, tossing your keys at you. You catch them quickly. He knows your reflexes are inhumanly sharp the more you drink. It gives you the edge when gaming, "At least your body is honest. I would not ask for a ride. But an acquaintance is in trouble, and the person who dropped me off is not picking up his cell."

You must have lost your mind. You're really getting in the car with him. But it really sounded like his friend was in trouble. The kind that if you call the cops, they will only make it worse. He looked so sincere too. He's a spoiled rich boy who doesn't understand how many social rules he breaks or more likely doesn't care. You mentally write it off as another thing not to like about Ten. That doesn't mean you can't help or be better.

"You owe me," you huffed. You hop into the driver's seat. Ten already programmed an address into the gps. It's another private bar you never heard of. It looked very exclusive. You become embarrassed. You assumed he was running off with that girl or trying to get you help chase her. She must have come and told him about his sponsee, she looked way to young to drink. It's not unusual for heavy drinkers to be sponsors and sponsee's for alcoholics anonymous. There was a long awkward silence as you drove.

"So, you're stalking me?" you asked. Not fully sincere. Ten took it seriously and snorted.

"That's rich. You post everything on social media. Is it really stalking if you admire someone and they invite you? Besides, what if you were a serial killer? I have met plenty of crazy women," He rasped. You thought you heard a thud from the trunk. It was probably energy drinks tipping over, you think and forget about it. You want to forget about this whole date and ignored his snide comment.

"I watched you win the 55-boss tournament wasted. I noticed you never live stream, and you slurred in chat more than once. I also noticed your baggy hoodies stretched out in the chest, and you played better drunk. I had my suspicions about you. It's part of the reason why my acquaintances are in trouble. Do me a favor and wait for me. I need to grab someone from inside," he says cryptically. As you park with a sigh. This guy can send you on a roller coaster of hate and lust. It was getting exhausting. 

"Why did you throw my tits in the mix? Nevermind, that's just a Ten thing. You know you don't come off as the cuddliest. You're downright prickly. But you are also surprisingly caring, so I will wait," you say honestly. Ten is on you again, your reflexes are more than fast enough to block him, but your arms are weak, and you don't mind he is leaving you breathless. This was the best yet. You shuddered, and your toes curled.   

"I am glad you are being candid. I prefer the authentic you. You're fast but not strong. I like that. Don't look in the trunk," Ten purrs.

"What?" You asked his retreating figure as he went into the building. You suddenly had a creeping suspicion about the thud you heard earlier as more time passed. You check to see if there is anyone else around. Your heart is pounding as you step out and walk to the back suv. Ten had to be just messing with you. He wouldn't be crazy enough to put something in your trunk, would he? You pop the trunk to have a blonde, bubbly girl launch herself at you with a knife. She would have plunged that thing right into your eye if you hadn't dodged. It was damn close when she fell on you.

"You are so cute. I couldn't help myself. It's Tomura-kun's fault. He had to be so mysterious about his type. I see he likes them thick and busty, or he could have been boring and meant your personality. You really gave him a taste for fame. All he ever talks about is his headlines, meme's made from him, and this date he's going on with this adorable gamer girl," The blonde psycho giggles.

"Get off me!" You scream.

"Toga! Get off her. Kurogiri quickly. Charge your damn phone next time," Ten hissed.

"I was just keeping her from escaping," Toga whined.

You woke up in some strange room tied to a bed. Spread eagle. Some horrible man with half his face that looks like a scab is fondling your breast. You screamed, and he smiled. It sent a violent chill down your spine that you choked on your screams.

"Master. This is just rude. I know I asked to borrow your power. I'm grateful, but she is mine," Ten rasped.

"I wanted a little fun. It's so rare when I meet new people. I like buxom sweet girls." He grins to Ten and leans in to talk to you, "It is a very straightforward quirk. Betray me or any member of the League of Villains, and you will go boom." The scab said, showing you a video of that exact thing happening to people. You believe him. You believe him so much you burst into body-racking sobs.

"You can let the girl go to her new home. She won't be talking," All for one said, leaving with his travel life support. Ten waited and then shooed away the shady guy in the room. The man looked like he was made of clouds when he wisped away, leaving you with Ten. He cleaned your face and waited for you to stop crying.

"Breathe, baby. You're a tough girl, remember. I really was trying to help you. I didn't want you to meet Toga. She can be a bit obsessive and stabby. You inspired me, so I was trying to protect you. I was hoping I could trust you. You just had to go and be a bad girl, though. Right after we were having fun," He rasped with a glare. Reaching out his hand to untie you, his glare burned into you with an intensity that was more infuriating than anything he had done up until that point.

"You repulsive ghoul! Your sinister smile makes me sick. I know for certain that nobody enjoys being around a creep like you - least of all me," you sneered at him. He paused, pulled his hand back, and scratched at his neck.

"No. No. No. That was all you. You wanted me. You felt something for me. I know it. Quit denying it, or I'll make your body tell the truth once more. Your body was truthful. It's screaming out for me even now," he growled. He kissed you deep and roughly. Becoming frustrated when he didn't get a response. His nails tearing into his delicate pale flesh, "This worked before. I know it did."

"Not every lady gets a slobbering pussy from a little nipple play and a make-out session. The whole world isn't a hentai or eroge, creep," you scoffed. You wish you could kick him.

"Oh. If that's true, I can take it to the next level, right? After all, you were dishonest and disobeyed. All of this is really your fault. I was happy with some kissing. I was going to let you go if you had just followed a simple rule of trust. I would have taken my time with you and let things build slowly. A few more dates, more pvp. Allow you to get used to what I'm about to do to you. But you made this personal." His fingers playing with your panty line under your skirt. Your body betrays you with a pathetic squeal and jerks towards his fingers when he brushes your clit over your panties. You wished the world would open and swallow you as he grinned triumphantly.

"Your panties are soaked. Although it's grown cold. Let's see if I can get that slobbering pussy you mentioned," Ten chuckled. You shake your head violently back and forth. This was torturously good, and you didn't want to give Ten any more satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, Ten. You're right. I was being dishonest. Let's stop. You win," you moan. Struggling against your restraints.

"But your pussy wants my attention," Ten purrs, licking two of his fingers, pulling your panties aside, and shoving them knuckle deep. You groaned and bucked against him. Oh god, you are so embarrassed and humiliated by yourself.

"No. You are the worst!" You wail.

"Careful. All five fingers will turn you to dust. Mmm. So wet and warm." He rubs and twists his fingers inside your body, working them in and out, trying to unlock your secrets. Parting your lips to stare at all of you. You squeal and try to close your legs to him.

"No more. I came already! You win. Game over," you pant and plea. He pulled his eyes away from the slick fold to narrow his eyes.

"You really know how to piss me off. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. You are driving me insane. This pretty puss is blushing. This little bud it is hard and ripe for me to bite on. Your walls are gripping my fingers. Sucking me in like the greedy little slut you are for me. Oh, right, there is the spot. You got tighter and wetter. Right. Here," He smirked.

His fingers work harder on your sweet spot, making your back arch. Ten looks down at you with hunger in his eyes. His tongue traces a slow, sensual path up your inner thigh. He lightly parts your outer lips again, two fingers lightly pinching your clit and spreading again, making you shiver with anticipation. He buries his face between your legs, and his fingers slowly plunge into your body, heating your core as his tongue lathes over your clit.

"Fuck. I thought you might be tangy, but you smell like soap and taste like nothing. Did you prepare yourself for me before the date even started?" He chuckled.

"You gross me out," you gasp.

Ten fiercely nipped your clit for that, sending a spark of pleasure through your body. Your hips involuntarily buck against his face as Ten lightly sucks and kisses your clit, intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. Your breath quickens as the intensity of the sensations overwhelms you. He can feel your arousal intensifying with each passing second, and he moves his tongue in circles around your clit. His tongue flicks faster and faster, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy when he abruptly pulls away. Leaving you with no stimulation and feeling hollow inside. You whimper at the loss of his digits. Ten looms over you, his face glistening with your juices as he grins down, inches from your lips. You can hear his pants unzip. He wipes his face, his tongue slurping his fingers before it reaches between your legs. Tearing your panties away with one harsh jerk. You can feel him jerking his length over your throbbing crotch.  

"Now that is a slobbering pussy. You even managed to moisten my lips. But I gross you out. Maybe I should just stop here. What's with the sad look, tough girl? I thought I grossed you out. But it really looks like you want more. Isn't this like in those boy-love mangas that you read? Being tied up and giving control to a man that makes you feel good? If you are honest with me, I will give you this," he says, smacking the head of his cock against your clit. You jerk and whimper, a wet swack with each swat of that hot thick thing.

"You were stalking me. No one knows what I have hidden under my bed," you pout. His crimson eyes bore into you so intensely with an expression you could not read. It sent a shiver of fear down your spine.

"I had Toga gather information. She is very skilled at it. I didn't know the closer she got to you, the more she would want to kill you. I couldn't have that. We have been having some team bonding issues, and I didn't know that part about her quirk until later. You inspired me tonight, though. I invited you for a drink because I guessed right about your quirk. I originally tried to get you here, but you were not having that. See where being stubborn and defiant got you? If you had just given in and had been honest, none of this would have happened. Imagine my surprise when I saw you all dolled up, with a clean, freshly shaven pussy ready for me, considering how disgusting I am," he mocked.

"You really like hearing your own voice. Please, finish and let me go," This is the closest to begging you will do. None of this would have happened to your ass. Ten has always been the kind of guy that will do something fucked up and blame it on the victim. He saw a flicker of emotion cross your face, one that displeased him. His features hardened, and his gaze narrowed menacingly, causing you to stay silent and avert your eyes.

"Your right. I much rather hear your voice," He grinned wickedly. He shoves his face between your legs, pressing his lips to your swollen, shaved lips, exploring your most intimate places with an eagerness that speaks of a deep craving. Ten's tongue dances and swirls, savoring the sweet nectar of your pleasure like a connoisseur of the finest delicacies. His hands move up and down, caressing you with a passion that is both tender and intense. As his mouth devours your essence, his hunger for you intensifies, and you can feel the intensity of his pleasure in every fiber of your being.

Your body trembles as your orgasm builds and finally devastates you. Quivers run through your body as the crescendo of pleasure crests and crashes, leaving her breathless. Ecstasy shivers through your veins, and you can't help but scream out in joy. His tongue continues to tease you until your crying and horse from the intense bliss it's painful. He's completely sated, then he pulls away, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. He looks down at you with a satisfied smirk and contentment. You cry out in painful bliss, and surprise, he uses his thumbs to spread you open. His cock slipped from your tight wet hole. Hitting your clit, continues to rub himself over your hard nub, wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, driving you mad.

"Look at that little flower blossoming for me. I parted those petals nice and wide for me. I should have used three fingers; I'm almost four fingers wide. This might hurt you. My rosy little pussy is tight. You can handle it, though. Am I right, tough girl? Be honest," he hissed. Losing patience, he grasps your waist with one hand, gripping the head of his cock and pressing it harshly at your entrance, pushing his manhood firmly against your core. You gasp with pleasure as he presses in, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

"No. I can't. I can't handle it," you say truthfully and desperately. With one powerful thrust, you felt his searing heat fill you. You felt yourself being pushed to the brink of your limits, and the sensation was excruciatingly intense.

Ten groaned, folding over you as the pressure from your cunt caressed him. His lips crushed against yours, his grip on your waist tightening as his other hand gripped the back of your neck. He took your moans, each one boosting his ego more as pride swelled his chest. Being inside his tough girl was agonizing bliss for him too. You tried to raise herself, but the restraints kept you in place, and he kept thrusting, trying to bury himself deeper. His desire grew increasingly intense, and he growled in frustration as he pulled out. His eyes burned passionately, and he wanted nothing more than to stay inside and keep you close.

"Not yet," he said, his voice laced with desire. "Let's savor the moment. I really want to make you scream." He paused, then ran his tongue along his lower lip before giving her a knowing look. "Not me," he said, leaning in, taking your lower lip between his teeth in a gentle nibble.

"Please," you whimpered, desperately trying to move your hips, but his iron grip refused to let you go. You weren't sure if you were begging for more pain or pleasure, but you knew you had to try something. The thin straps of your dress snapped, and your bare breasts spilled free. His mouth immediately found your taunt nipple, his arousal-slicked hand reaching for his jacket pocket. You watched in horror as he pulled out your vibrator, the one you kept at home. What was he planning to do with it? He ruthlessly thrust the toy inside you, his mouth releasing your nipple with a wet pop. Your lips locked as teeth and tongues clashed against each other. You tried to turn your head from his kiss. Then you felt the sharp slap of his hand against the tender flesh of your cunt. Leaving a trail of burning pain to cool in the cold air. A warning growl in his throat, and you knew it was a warning not to push his buttons.

"I'm sorry…" You whispered against his lips, tracing his bottom lip with your tongue, "I just need you so badly. This is torture."

"Come on, tough girl; hold out for another twenty minutes. I need to stretch you out a little more," Ten growled, his voice low and tantalizing in your ear. His hands roamed your sides, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He settled between your legs, the heat radiating off him. Throwing his head back, Your muscles clenched over his hot length, the warmth of you pulling him into the deepest depths, drawing him in inch by inch.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, his breath hot against your neck. "Good girl. Take my cock. Not so tough now." He chuckled, pushing further until you felt like you'd be split in two.

"I wasn't tied up or had your cock inside me when I was being tough. Tough guy," you spat back. He responded with a sharp pinch to your nipple, causing you to yelp in pain. He did not like you talking back. His fingers trailed down your body, gripping and ripping your dress in two. The sound of fabric tearing was lost among the moans of pleasure that escaped your lips as he buried himself deep, to the hilt. His tongue pressed against your parted lips, and his hands roamed your body, making you squirm in fear. He moved his hips in a relentless rhythm, pushing you further and further until you were screaming in pleasure and stretched pain. He grips your thighs and drags his hands all over your body, making you squirm in fear from those hands. The dress was now nothing more than dust. You are left trembling with pleasure beneath him. It is confirmed he is op, and his quirk is deadly.  

"Did you ever touch yourself?" He whispered, his breath hot on your skin as wet kisses pressed over your collarbone. "Toga says you saved those pictures of this, he mocked, pulling his shirt off. A gasp escaped you as you were left speechless. His teeth teased the sensitive skin of your nipples before twining his action on the other. His gaze locked with yours, his eyes smoldering with an unspoken question. "Did you ever touch yourself?" He asked again, his voice husky.

"You know I did..." your moans intensified as he increased his pace. His hands traveled up and down your body, exploring each of your curves. His thrusts became harder and faster as you felt your body trembling with pleasure. You through your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, as you felt the waves of pleasure wash over you.

He let out a deep groan, his grip on you tightening as he moved faster and faster. His thrusts sent shock waves of pleasure through you, and you could feel the pressure building up inside you. You screamed his name, and he growled, "Good girl. Finally, honest."

He released the restraints with a single touch, pulling you up to him and wrapping his arms around your body. You gasped as he ran his hands up your sides, your skin tingling with anticipation.

"Can we keep my hands tied?" you asked, a hint of embarrassment in your voice.

He chuckled and nodded, a devious glint in his eyes. Taking the restraints, he tied your hands behind your back and pulled you close.

"You are mine," he growled, his breath hot on your skin. "Fuck me. Ride me hard, or I will be harsh with a new punishment."

He held you at the waist and the back of your neck, helping you to move faster and faster as you rode him. The sensation was intense, a pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. You moaned and gasped as he drove you higher and higher, the tightness of the restraints intensifying the pleasure. Your pleasure was so intense that you couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy as he leaned back and drove up into you.

The showers of slippery suds, hands covering your breasts with a teasing peak of skin underneath. The dirty phone calls leaving little to the imagination, the small sounds of Ten believing he's on mute all led up to this moment. You came so hard on him he stopped and gritted his teeth in pain. You felt your body quiver and tremble as he pounded you, and you felt a wave of pleasure so intense it almost knocked you out.

He forced you back onto the bed, a menacing look in his eyes. He flipped you over. His hand pressing down at the back of your head, he drove himself into you, his other hand gripping your tied wrists. You felt the force of each thrust as he pounded you from behind. You screamed out his name as you felt yourself come undone, and he looked down at you with a satisfied grin. His soft hair clung to his sweating flesh, chest heaving as warmth spread deep inside you. He slowly moved in and out of you, drawing out his own pleasure, and you could feel the intensity of the desire slowly slipping away.

Exhausted and trembling, you collapsed onto the bed, and he kissed you softly on the forehead. He unties you gently, his touch surprisingly tender. He draws you into an embrace and holds you close, his body warm against yours. You never expected such tenderness from him after the sex, but you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his arms. He kisses your forehead and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and you can't help but feel a rush of emotion. He may not seem like the type of guy to show such affection, but here he is, loving and caring, holding you close. Pulling out his phone to take pictures of you covered in  his  sweat and cum. Posing with you like a creep. You would call him that, but he fucked you stupid, and you need a break.

The smoky guy you assume is Kurogiri comes in with two glasses and a craft of juice. You squeal and try to cover your cum dripping pussy. Ten, however, didn't bother to cover up at all.

"Um, thank you," You squeaked to Kurogiri.

“Get out,” Ten snarled at Kurogiri.

Kurogiri bowed and quickly left the room, leaving behind a stack of warm, moist towels and two fluffy robes. You quickly grabbed one of the robes and covered yourself, blushing furiously.

"Um, thank you," You said, embarrassed.

Ten simply nodded in response, and you both began to dry off. He grabs a towel and yanks the robe away from you. He starts to clean your body. You squeak in fear and shrink from his touch. He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"You don't have to fear me," he snarled. "I know you won't turn on us. Not a word of this will ever cross your lips. You're going to be an invaluable asset. A real prime piece. I was always going to take you and use you. But you were such a brat I had to break you for your own good."

"Really?" You ask. Not daring to disobey as he pulls you in to continue to clean you up.

He stared at you with a crazed gleam in his eye, his voice a low growl. "Yeah. I admired your skills," he said, his lips curling into a sinister smirk. "You had a large following and helped gain me some anonymous notoriety." His eyes glinted with a maniacal intensity. "I was going to kidnap you and have you spread my message." He paused, a twisted grin spreading across his face. You cock your head at him.

"What you are saying is that you will give a place with free rent, electricity, wi-fi, and garbage removal to make some propaganda?" you asked.

"That was the idea. But now I might just keep screwing you. I will destroy the hero society one way or another," He chuckled. Laying back to play with your hair.

"No," you say firmly. "Sign me up for kidnapping. I'm dead serious. The world out there is harsh. Our government makes us feel like failures for being unable to afford their outrageous housing costs. I used to be able to play games for fun, but the day I started making it a job, it stopped being enjoyable. I spend so many hours editing and creating content just to pay the rent. My quirk will kill me if I keep having to use it to entertain others. So, if all I have to do is upload a 5-minute propaganda video each day in exchange for a roof over my head, then use me as much as you need. Ten, this is the only warning I'm going to give you. When you cross that line, it will become a job; destruction might lose its fun. When that happens, I wouldn't mind maybe dating. Doing it slowly, like you said."

He gazed intently at you, his eyes sparkling with emotion. His lips curled into a tender smile. His gaze was so intense it was almost tangible. You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, and his words rang in your ears, "I can feel my heart already falling for you. By the way, call me Tomura."

You  are standing in the bedroom, waiting for him, heart racing as you hear his footsteps coming closer. He stopped behind you, and I felt his strong hands gripping my hips tightly. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in and whispered, "You ready for this?"

You could only nod, unable to find the words to express your anticipation.

He started to move, pushing you down onto the bed. Letting out a gasp as he pressed his body against yours, his hardness pressing into you. He started to thrust, his movements becoming more and more forceful. You could feel your legs shake and tremble beneath him as he pushed harder and harder.

Your breathing becomes ragged and erratic as he continues, and you feel your body going limp. Lightheaded and drooling, your senses spun as he continued to fuck you roughly. Feeling your orgasm building, and just as it was about to crest, your whole body rocking in ecstasy, laying there, panting and trembling, trying to catch your breath. I had never felt so alive and so satisfied before. Tomura stopped and rolled off of you.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You screamed as men burst in and snatched you from your comfy bed. Your heart raced in fear as you realized this wasn't the hero. It had to be the cops. You started to get nervous when Tomura disappeared after the yakuza thing. You had been discussing a lot of quirk singularity conspiracy theories and the Meta liberation message, touching on the heteromorph plight. You had plenty of heteromorph friends, but you never asked them what horrible things they had to deal with daily. You started to feel good about what you were doing for rent. You had no idea what this could be, but you had a sinking feeling it was the nutty eugenics religion.

They brought you before a skinny man. The man's voice was filled with contempt as he spoke, "You'll be working directly under me for the social media saturation. We are looking for young males and a heteromorph demographic. I've seen some of your work, and I must say, I was only mildly disappointed. He said he wanted to see you."

"He?"

"Yes, him," the thin man spat. "The leader. The boss. The man, I'm sure, only has malicious and depraved intentions for you. Brace yourself. Take her to him. The rest of us have real work to do."

Your heart raced as the door slammed shut behind you. You were thrust into a dark and mysterious chamber, the only sound of swords clashing and ringing off the walls. In the corner, you could make out the silhouette of a pale man in a bed. At the same time, a scaly, reptilian figure shouted for healing spells. You get closer to get a better look at the guy in the bed.

"Ten?" You ask timidly. Those red eyes land on you. A grin splits his mouth in two. Before you can escape, he grabs you and pulls you down to the bed, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel the intensity of his embrace, and you know you won't be leaving anytime soon.

"My tough girl," he purrs. Tomura's gaze was intense as he slowly moved his hands over your body, making your clothes turn to dust. He pulled you closer and ravished you before you could even say hello.

"Tomura!" you gasped in surprise as he kissed you hungrily.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait any longer," he said before continuing his passionate assault.

Your skin felt alive as his hands explored your body, and you soon forgot everything else.

"I should probably go," Spinner said with a rosy blush.

Tomura paused for a moment, and you both smiled. "This is my friend Spinner. Spinner, this is my girlfriend. She'll be doing your interview later. Right now, I'm going to fuck her brains out," Tomura mumbled around your nipple.

You covered your face and said it was nice to meet him, then Tomura resumed his passionate onslaught. You knew you'd never forget this moment. Ten grabbed your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily as if he hadn't tasted you in years. He pulled away, and you felt his hardness pressing against your lips, and you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His salty flavor invades your mouth. He slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his thick girth filling your throat completely. You felt yourself start to tremble, and he held you tighter, his hands gripping your head as he thrust into you. He bucked his hips harder and faster, pushing you to the brink as he fucked your throat. You cried out in ecstasy as he drove deeper and deeper down your throat. He pulled away, his eyes burning with desire.

"Open wide," he said, his voice low and commanding. Finally, he let out a deep groan and slowed his movements. Shooting his hot load on your tongue. He reached around and snapped several pictures as he moved, capturing the moment's intensity before he let you swallow. You collapsed into his arms, exhausted and full.

"Be honest. That don't look in the trunk was a set up so you could doe this?" You asked. A knowing grin quirked his face.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "I missed you so much. I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk. I want to give you a pearl necklace."

You smiled up at him. He was as lewd and brazen as ever.

"I missed you too," you grinned.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki x y/n #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x you #bnha tomura #yandere shigaraki #tomura x reader #tomura x you #alternate canon #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #bnha lemon

[thevagabondexpress]

an alternate take on why it's forbidden for parabatai to fall in love:

so, y'know, I like the idea of there being some actual threat behind the taboo, that it's not just a thing the Clave decided on for arbitrary reasons but no, there's a good solid reason why this shouldn't happen. However, the "you turn into primordial angel beings and destroy shit and die" really didn't do it for me. Because guaranteed there would be some unhinged parabatai somewhere that'd think, "Yo, that'd be a pretty dope way to go out actually let's try and make it happen" (cough, Emma and Julian, cough) and so it doesn't really have much punch. So I started casting about for other reasons for the taboo and stumbled across one that would not only have severe complications for parabatai who fall in love but also for some parabatai who don't. And I happen to think it's pretty badass, so I'm sharing it here.

The idea is this: it's stated canonically that parabatai feel each others' emotions and pain. Being in love works the same way, and when the person you're in love with is your parabatai, that emotional bond begins to act as an echo chamber, bouncing that state back and forth and back and forth between you and growing louder and louder and louder—until it drowns everything else out.

It's taboo for parabatai to fall in love because you can't do it without becoming unhealthily obsessive with each other. It's not possible. The love echoes in the bond until it grows unhealthily strong, eclipsing love for everyone and anything else, until you start to closed-circuit and isolate yourselves from the rest of the world, because you're trapped in an echo chamber that can't be turned off.

And that's why this headcanon can have consequences for parabatai who don't fall in love, too. Other all-consuming emotions, like hatred (imagine a world where falling out with your parabatai is equally as bad, if not worse, than falling in love with them), obsessive guilt, and spiraling depression, can drag your parabatai down with you through the same kind of echo-chamber effect in the bond. Maybe that's why some of the parabatai we've seen in canon have that weird, awkwardly too-close feeling to them. Not because they're in love with each other. Because one of them is standing at the edge of a cliff and the bond is dragging the other one inexhorably toward it no matter how hard they fight.

#shadowhunters #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #headcanon #fan theory #alternate canon #tsc analysis #parabatai #fanon; headcanons; etm

[leiawritesstories]

Varese, Reimagined

Rowaelin Month, Day 30: Alternate Canon Scene

sh*ttiest title ever, i know, and also super horribly late but we'll ignore that because....college 🙃 anyway here's a lil alternate canon scene thing based on the idea of "age reversal"

Word count: 2.3k (currently)

Warnings: swearing, bickering, fighting, weapons, sassy Rowan, snarky Aelin, mentions of Maeve

enjoy!!!

@rowaelinscourt

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Gods, it was boiling in her cousin's useless excuse for a kingdom. 

Maybe it just felt that way because the terra-cotta rooftop she was currently perched on had been baking in the sun for hours, but still…if Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was going to survive another day of waiting for her darling aunt Maeve to make a godsdamned move, she needed more wine. She reached to her left, where she could have sworn there was a glass bottle of cheap, unripened wine that she’d swiped from a vendor yesterday, but the bottle was gone. 

She turned, blinking in the harsh sunlight, and found the rutting bottle teetering on the edge of the rooftop as if it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to fall. Before she could roust herself to lunge for it, the damn thing tipped over the edge and crashed to the cobbled street with a symphony of shattered glass. 

Hells. 

Grumbling some of the more creative curses she knew–three centuries of life had their benefits, it seemed–Aelin swung her sleep-stiff body upright, stretched the creaks and cracks out of her limbs, and darted across the tiled rooftop towards a convenient drainpipe. She wrapped her legs around the sturdy clay pipe and slid with feline grace down into the alley below. 

The instant she set foot into the street, her senses were assaulted with the acrid scents of sweat, spices, alcohol, and the clamor of too many people crammed into the vendor-lined street market. Even without her Fae senses, the sensory commotion was nearly enough to topple her. She sighed, tucked her face into the shadows of her hood, and joined the throngs of people bustling through the market. 

It was laughably easy to swipe some roasted meat on a stick and a flask of wine from various stalls, and she ate the food quickly, washing it down with the absolutely terrible wine. Gods above. If she happened to visit Galan’s castle like Adarlan thought she was going to, she’d need to have some words with her human cousin about the piss-poor quality of his kingdom’s wine. She dropped the empty flask in a gutter, swiped a new one from a different vendor, and sauntered back into the alley, intending to slip back up to the rooftops to watch the stars appear. 

The back of her neck prickled as she turned into the alley. It took her all of three seconds to identify the presence of a male body in the shadows near the end of the alley, so she stopped in her tracks and took a long draft of the wine–marginally better than the other one, but still godsdamned awful. Then, summoning all the bravado she could, she spoke. 

“If you’re here to kill me, you might as well get it over with.” 

There was a rustle, and a tall, muscular, cloaked Fae figure stepped into the soft orange glow of the single streetlamp. “I’m not here to kill you.” His face was hidden by the shadows of his hood, but from the depth of his voice, she could tell he was an adult. At least Maeve hadn’t sent some quivering youngling. 

“Really?” She kept her tone conversational. “Because lurking in the back corners of an alley certainly seems conducive to a friendly greeting.” Sarcasm oozed into the end of that sentence, and she waited for the male’s retort. 

“I’ve been sent to bring you to Doranelle.” The words rushed out too quickly to be natural–he’d memorized that line, probably at the hand of Maeve herself. “Her Majesty would prefer to meet you alive, but she is not averse to the sight of your corpse.” 

“How unfortunate that I have no intention of meeting her, dead or alive.” Aelin tossed the flask into the side of the alley. 

The male strode forward, each pace eating up the distance between her and him. “It is not my desire to harm you.” Swift as the wind, he darted behind her, knife glinting in his hand, and made to immobilize her. 

Centuries of training with Terrasen’s (and other kingdoms’) military and years of Arobynn’s relentless harshness had made Aelin just as swift and twice as lethal, though, and she dodged his attack, countering with a well-placed boot to his upper thigh. He grunted and lunged towards her, and she grabbed a fistful of his cloak and twisted, destabilizing him. 

“Shit,” he yelped, jerking himself back onto his feet but losing his cloak in the process. He stumbled a few steps back, as if it would stop her from assessing him. 

She swept a keen gaze over him, from his silvery, braided hair to his well-worn boots. “A Whitethorn, hmm?” A grin curled across her face. “I’ve never met a Whitethorn.” 

“Prince Rowan Whitethorn,” the male snapped, as if her borderline-lustful comment had hit precisely the nerve she wanted to hit. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Prince.” Aelin smirked, and with a tight exhale, she shifted into her Fae form. “I’m sure my lovely auntie has told you all about me.” From the poorly-suppressed flicker of fear in his emerald eyes, she deduced that Maeve indeed had. “Don’t be afraid, little prince,” she purred. “You’ll wake up a little dazed, but it will be alright.” 

Rowan glowered. “Do not call me that,” he hissed. “I am thirty-four, not a rutting child.” 

Aelin chuckled. “My mistake. When one has lived centuries, it is easy to forget how childish we all were for our first century.” 

“You–you’re–but we thought–” He was, for once, lost for words. 

“Has nobody taught you manners, prince?” She clicked her tongue. “It is terribly impolite to ask a lady her age.” Darting forward with whip-swift speed, she swung the hilt of her dagger at Rowan’s temple, aiming to knock him unconscious. 

He caught her wrist with barely centimeters to spare. “No so fast, Galathynius,” he growled. “I. Am. Taking. You. To. My. Queen.” 

“Now, now, there’s no need to speak down to me,” she chided, teasingly. “You forget that I have a century or three on you, young one.” 

Ire flared in those pine eyes. “And I have your knife hand in a–ooooof!” He’d been so distracted trying to keep her wriggling knife hand in his grasp that he hadn’t noticed her knee gradually slipping back until she rammed it directly into his groin. 

“I don’t want to do this any more than you do, Whitethorn.” Aelin set her face into placid blankness. Doubled over, clutching his manhood, Rowan wheezed, unable to form speech. “But I do so hope we shall meet again.” With that, she bashed the hilt of her knife into the male’s temple. 

He dropped like a stone, unconscious before he hit the cobblestones. She held the back of her wrist over his mouth to make sure he was breathing, then swiftly tied up the slumbering Whitethorn prince, and propped him up in the same dark corner where he’d been waiting for her. 

“Sleep well, Whitethorn,” she crooned, blowing him a kiss as she left. 

~

Rowan’s head hurt worse than it had since the first time he let the Moonbeam twins take him to a tavern. The agonizing throbbing pounded insistently through the fog of his brain as he fought his way out of sleep, his memories blurred, fuzzy. What in ten hells had happened? He reached for his head to see if there was a bump or a bruise. 

And found his arms bound tightly behind his back. 

Hellas himself. 

The memories of the night before suddenly flooded back with crystal clarity. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Working on orders from his Queen, Rowan had tracked down the elusive princess, followed her scent into its freshest mark, hidden himself in the shadows, and waited, patiently, for the supposedly alcoholic, supposedly human princess to make her appearance. 

Everything he thought he knew about her was wrong. Rutting hell, everything Doranelle thought they knew about the Galathynius princess was wrong. She was far from the lost, drunken, half-feral assassin they thought she was–not only was she perfectly in control of herself, but she was coherent, shrewd, fought with a terrifyingly unfamiliar blend of military, assassin, and unknown technique, had enough Fae heritage to shift, and was bleeding immortal. Queen Maeve would have his head on a fucking spike if he returned emptyhanded. 

Muffling a frustrated scream, Prince Rowan Whitethorn started working his fingers around the ropes binding him hand and foot. He’d be rutting damned if he couldn’t get out of the bonds within an hour, and if he had to use a knife to do it, then so be it. 

As he grappled with the last knot standing between him and enough freedom to move his hands properly–of course, this would be the least maneuverable knot–Rowan heard a soft, amused chuckle, and it was with no small amount of dread that he dragged his gaze up and found Aelin Galathynius leaning against the alley wall, hood tipped back just enough to partially reveal her stunning face–still Fae, he noticed–her smirk razor-sharp in the afternoon sunlight. 

“Are you familiar with Illyrian knots, Whitethorn?” 

He scowled and bit his tongue, forcing himself not to answer. 

She chuckled. “Probably not, I keep forgetting I learned those knots two hundred years ago.” She took two paces forward, bringing herself close enough that her scent–jasmine, lemon, and the crackling tang of fire–drifted into his Fae nose. “In simplest terms, the more you tinker with the knot, the tighter and more tangled it will get.” 

“Hellas,” Rowan grunted. 

“No, a Hellas knot is far simpler to undo.” Mirth laced her words. 

He sighed and dropped his almost-freed hands in defeat. “You’ll just abandon me in this godsforsaken alley, then?” 

She hummed. “As much as I’d like to leave you to the urchins and street thugs, I believe my darling aunt is waiting, and it seems I need one of Maeve’s own to get into Doranelle.” 

For an instant, hope raced through his veins. “So you’re setting me free?” 

Aelin tipped her head back and laughed. 

A fierce blush scorched across Rowan’s dark tan face. “Am I to be let in on this hilarious joke?” 

“Respect your elders, young one,” Aelin drawled, lazily rolling a throwing star back and forth across her gloved knuckles. “I’m offering you a choice, Whitethorn. Either you stay here and rot in this pathetic excuse for a respectable street–unless, of course, you figure out how to unravel an Illyrian knot before nightfall–or you serve as my guide to dear old Auntie Maeve.” A frighteningly sweet smile curved her full lips. “The choice is yours.” 

“Not much of a choice,” he snarked. Deep down, though, he had already decided.

She shrugged. “We all have to learn about one-sided choices somehow.”

He clamped his lips together, refusing to submit to the painfully obvious decision for as long as he could stand. Just say it, Whitethorn! shrieked the little voice inside his head. You know perfectly damn well you’ll be useless in an attack if you’re still tied up!

“Enjoy your new home, then.” Aelin’s voice held absolutely no shreds of emotion; she merely turned on her heel and started to leave the alley. 

“Wait!” His hoarse yell cracked through the hot, still air. “I-I’ll do it.” 

Slowly, with the kind of graceful confidence that only came from lifetimes of experience, she turned back around and prowled towards him, stopping when she reached the knife she’d left on the sun-warmed cobblestones. “A wise decision, prince.” 

He grunted. “Get me out of these ropes.” 

For the second time in ten minutes, she threw back her head and laughed. “You think you’re giving me orders?” She flicked a mirthful tear off her cheek with the point of the knife–a feat Rowan refused to admit made admiration rush through him. “Hardly, Prince Rowan.” She smirked, the expression purely Fae, tinged with just enough wickedness to make his heart stutter. 

It made him wonder just how Aelin’s eventual meeting with Queen Maeve would go. 

“Move, and the knots will tighten,” Aelin warned, waiting for him to still his body before she strolled around behind him and released the ropes binding his restrained legs to his restrained arms. 

The ropes slackened for a moment, and he leapt to his feet, surging backwards to knock her off balance, only for her to give a sharp yank on the ropes and send him sprawling gracelessly to his feet. 

“Rutting hell,” he muttered, dignity crumbling. 

“Well played, Whitethorn,” was all she said in response. She knelt and held a flask to his lips, and despite his embarrassment, he was bleeding thirsty, and the water was cold and fresh, so he drank. She whistled shrilly, and there was a minute of silence before hooves clattered against the street and a horse trotted into the alley. 

Rowan blinked, half convinced he was dreaming. “Galathynius, is that my godsdamn horse?” 

“Is it?” she returned, innocently. “He was tethered a few blocks away and looked awfully thirsty, the poor thing, so I took care of him and here he is now.” 

Rowan chose not to answer. 

Aelin snickered. “Shall we?” She tugged on the ropes again, and Rowan picked himself up, stood, and faced the princess of Terrasen and her immortal, incorrigible smirk. 

“Are you going to make me follow my own damn horse like a war criminal?” he grumbled. 

“No.” 

“Then–” 

She cut off his question before he could ask it. “Mount up, Whitethorn. I’ll ride behind you so you don’t try any clever shit like shifting.” 

Well, shit. There went his perfectly sound plan. 

Aelin waited for him to mount, then swung effortlessly up into the saddle behind him. “Lighten up, prince,” she teased. “You won’t be able to shift for a few weeks, anyway.” 

He blinked. “What?!”

She tossed a tiny glass vial over his shoulder. “Didn’t anyone teach you about nightroot tincture when you were in warrior school?”

Gods burn him, it was going to be a long ride to Doranelle. 

~~~

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[fletchingbrilliant]

“R-Riku... Let me help you...!”

Alternate canon screencap just for fun (or is it). Our boy will never give up on Riku no matter what.

#soriku #khfa #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanart #soriku art #my art #kh sora #kh riku #alternate canon #blood on the necklace it's so symbolic

[ofduskanddreams]

CH 1: I See The End Before It Started

Rated: E Chapters: 1/? Words: 3960

Summary:

[Five Hundred and Eighteen Years Before ACOTAR]

Rhys tried to pull his magic back but his power desired the opposite. It felt his rage and demanded vengeance. Because this couldn’t happen, this couldn’t have already been decided, it couldn’t—he wouldn’t allow it to go through.

“Rhys.” Azriel’s voice was hoarse, jarring him back to the present. “Rhys, please.”

His feet moved, depositing him on the bed and he drew Azriel tightly to him.

“Everything,” Rhys vowed, face half-buried in Azriel’s neck. “I will do everything I can to stop this, brother. I will not let him have you.”

“Who’s trying to take him?” Cassian snarled, rising.

Az made a noise into Rhys’s shoulder, the sound was only recognizable as a name to him because he’d read it on the letter now crumpled in his fist.

“Az?” Cassian gently implored.

Rhys felt Azriel’s lungs expand, freeze, then contract. He lifted his head. His eyes were glassy, rimmed red. To Cassian he turned and spoke those two damning words: “Eris Vanserra.”

from chapter one—read all of it here on ao3! (be mindful of the tags)

tagging (just guessing here. probs forgot some folks. let me know if you want to be added/removed)

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[starryknight-dragonarts]

A little while ago I played in a Bionicle based TTRPG system like D&D by Redstar Gaming called Dorai Nui as a Toa of Plantlife named Whakatau (Also known as Whaka for short or “Weed Boy”) This Campaign took place in an AU version of Bionicle’s events where the OG Toa Mata arrived on Mata Nui on time instead of floating 1000 years at sea and losing their memories. The Makuta did not have enough time to prepare for them and was swiftly defeated and Mata Nui was revived and reformed Spherus Magna.   During the Bionicle Story During the events of the main Bionicle storyline Whakatau was a Matoran living on the Southern Continent and witnessed to both events of the Island of Voya Nui getting launched into the sky and getting stuck up there, and then it's decent back down and rejoining with the Continent. Had he been any closer he could have ended up being one of the poor saps brainwashed by the Piraka or in Mahri Nui the coastal city that fell beneath the waves. Matoran After acclimating to living on the surface of Spherus Magna Whakatau became part of a Matoran Search & Rescue squad living out in the untamed wilderness outside of the city, taking care of the forest and coming to the help of Matoran who get lost or injured out there and were often in difficult locations to get to. They can't always expect the Toa to help while they are busy fighting for the fate of the universe, so somebody has to act on smaller everyday incidents. He and the other Matoran Rangers were on duty to traverse the wilderness, get into difficult places that other Matoran can't reach and bring the matoran back while also tending to their injuries. As a result he has learned to be very fast on his feet and looks for the quickest path from point A to point B traversing over obstacles in his path. While in the forest he was at home, the city has proven to be difficult for him to navigate because his parkour tactics has gotten him lost and stuck on top of skyscrapers more than once. He also is a trained Medic and is able to quickly patch up injuries to keep people alive and moving. New Toa It was thanks to his exceptional skills in search and rescue that Whakatau was chosen to be the new Toa of Plantlife, his Hiking staff and Grappling hook transformed with him to become a Bo-Staff with a Grappling Claw at the end which he could shoot out towards a target in order to grab hold and then pull them to him or quickly zipp over to them. Having little to no social skills and feeling uncomfortable in the big city Whaka was slow to open up to his companions but was determined to use his skills to help them, even if he wouldn't be getting the most glory from it he could use his control of plant life to debilitate enemies and make them easier for the stronger members of the team to hit. At the time the team included Whaka himself (The Medic) Keeps the rest of the team up while keeping the enemies down Vaphi the Toa of Sonics (The Engineer) Builds the gear and machines Vojakua the Toa of Plasma (The Blacksmith) Builds the weapons and armor Parkur the Toa of Iron (The Muscle) Is the big guy with a really big sword who hits really hard Koqunui the Toa of Ice (The Element Crafter) Is the one who's very good at using her elemental powers to make objects and structures and Aruuko the Toa of Stone (The Veteran) Been a Toa longer than the rest of the team and knows the job On their first mission they were tasked with dealing with some criminal activity in the city which turned out to be the work of the Dark Hunters. They managed to intercept a deal going on in a warehouse. Then things suddenly went very south as the Right-hand Lady in charge of the New Dark Hunters set off an explosion that killed Aruuko and Koqunui, and left Whakatau with a black burn scar on his mask. Following that mission Whakatau reluctantly decided to take on the role of Leader of the team in order to keep the rest of his companions safe, but he also developed a darker vindictive side especially towards all Dark Hunters. As a Toa he's not supposed to kill, but he started to grow a fondness for using his plants as torture devices, such as: Poison, Blinding Pollen, Acid, Stinging Needles, Burrowing thorny vines, and his signature torture method, a super Hot Pepper that deals Chemical Fire damage like Napalm which he appropriately named "The Makuta's Piss" (Inspired off of a cop I knew describing being Pepper Sprayed like being pissed in the face by the Devil!) And Whaka had a special exception for the Right hand leader of the Dark Hunters who he wanted to make suffer for the deaths of his companions before breaking the Toa Code and finishing her. The Dark Hunters and Makutas In our time as Toa we met and fought many Dark Hunters and and other criminals within and outside of the city, but nothing could prepare us for our first Makuta! For those not familiar with Bionicle the Makuta are the most terrifying of all enemies, basically equivalent to a Devil, however this Makuta named Zalos was a little different than the previous generation of Makutas. First off the old Makuta had made themselves into beings of Gas and Energy contained within a mechanical body, these Makuta had not grown to that point and were still partially organic. Second these Makuta were created by Mata Nui after the original Makuta Coup d'etat, his purpose for making them was unknown but after the betrayal of the first Makuta people were very distrusting of the new ones. There used to be 10 of them, now there were only 4 remaining. Third and most importantly while the original makuta has a tendency towards being sociopathic, these new Makuta are more neutral. Initially our team was very wary when Makuta Zalos just showed up in New Metru Nui and decide to make himself at home, we wanted to stop him and Parkur himself even attempted to face him alone, but being only new Toa we didn't stand a chance even if we tried, and it turned out we didn't even need to fight him because Zalos wasn't trying to be a threat to anybody, he just wanted a place to settle down, collect art, and become a gameshow host. Our team ended up becoming friends with him and he became a trusted informant having Rahkshi all over the city allowing him to monitor criminal activity. Zalos would eventually open up to Whaka about what happened his 6 fallen fellow Makuta, they were killed off by other Toa. Zalos's Makuta sister couldn't even bring herself to fight back before she died, and Zalos briefly contemplated revenge but knew if he went down that direction it would only prove those Toa correct and perpetuate the cycle of hate and violence. Being reminded of his own fallen companions Whaka started to introspect on his own cruelty and hunger for revenge, if a Makuta could overcome the temptation to hate then what did that make him, and if he started killing for his own satisfaction would he be perpetuating his own cycle of hate? He then further started to question how he thought about the Dark Hunters when he met one who only joined Dark Hunters to help her Toa friend who had fallen ill and needed an expensive medicine. Rather than seeing all Dark Hunters as the worst scum on the planet made up of only psychos and monsters, Whaka started to see them as people. While he could probably never bring himself to forgive the Dark Hunters who murdered his friends, he was no longer going to let them make him a monster too. New Friends After saving the Toa friend of the sympathetic Dark Hunter, the New Metru Nui team returned to the city awaiting two new members of the Team: Glacius the Toa of Ice and Fire (The Tank) He was a Matoran from Karzahni (Bionicle equivalent of Hell) who had been experimented on and became a badass with two large shields to be an unstoppable wall that charges in and beats the enemies faces in with his Shields! And Ingram the Toa of Air (The Driver) Ingram was Glacius's best friend after Glacius was freed from Karzahni, he was a Merchant, he owned a large truck we ended up using as a mobile base, and he had a bit of imposter syndrome over being picked to be a Toa and not feeling like he earned it. The Newly complete Team would stop a Drug problem going on in New Ko-Metru and together bring down the Rahi-Nui a Monstrous Chimera of several powerful Rahi Monsters created by the Old Makuta, and Whaka would change his main Mask from the Kanohi Huna (Mask of Concealment) to the Kanohi Kadin (Mask of Flight) representing how he no longer feels the need to Lurk and Hide, now his main focus is being Mobile and being able to get to all his allies on the battlefield to do what he initially set out to do in the first place: Keep his allies up and support them! Ingram would occasionally go off on his own with the Truck to get shipments completed committed to his previous job as a Merchant and delivery driver...but after not coming back from one of his runs the team would eventually find the Truck broken and Ingram missing. We wouldn't know till later but Ingram would eventually turn up dead. Before discovering the death of Ingram, Whaka found the Shadowed One leader of the Dark Hunters and his Right hand Lady in the city! He decided to pursue them only to get information, but when he realized they were going to escape the city in a Submarine Whaka decided this time he could not let them get away and chased them on the back of a SHARK till he caught up with the Sub and trapped them in a tangle of Kelp like a giant Plant-based Kraken! The two abandoned ship and retreated back to land but Whaka would not let them go and stood his ground against them enduring attacks while he waited for his team to show up for backup and they certainly came! Together we defeated the Shadowed One and Righty and then brought them to Justice by not killing them but trapping them forever in a crystalized Protodermis Toa Seal, and as a reward Whakatau claimed Right's Sword and The Shadowed One's Plasma Axe, then with the help of Vaphi and Vojakua they combined the two weapons into 1 Plasma Sword which Whaka named "Dark Hunter" The Team could not celebrate long though because right after Ingram would turn up dead, Glacius would go bezerk on his own personal revenge quest to find the murderer who killed Ingram and eliminate him, and Whakatau had a depressive episode thinking he's failed to be a good leader and now one of his teammates died under his watch when that was the very thing he had tried to prevent. Glacius would knock some sense into Whaka both figuratively and literally as they decided to have a sparring match and let their emotions out. Glacius kicked Whaka's ass and the two of the felt better afterwards as well as solidified their own friendship. Then they beat the Dark Hunter who killed Ingram by ramming him with the Truck and Glacius blew him up...Whaka may have decided that revenge is not the right path, but Glacius is the more pragmatic of the two of them and saw no sense in letting a serial killer continue to live. Glacius was put on trial for breaking the Toa code but was pardoned. In the End In the Final Session our team would take on the Toa Killer Robot Marendar with the help of the allies we made up to this point such as the 4 remaining Makuta and the Entire Bohrok Hoard! Parkur went off to be a Parole Officer to the remaining Dark Hunters and help them start a new organization for good, The ended up making a Rock Band. Vojakua decided to go look for a Rogue Toa of Plasma who had used his powers irresponsibly and needed to be stopped before he hurt anybody else. Whakatau, Glacius, and Vaphi remained in the city continuing to protect for many more years to come. Glacius became the Co-host on Makuta Zalos's Game show Vaphi invented Robot Hounds to help aid in Search and Rescue missions when the Toa can't be around. And Whakatau runs a Farm near the City which helps provide Food, Medicinal Plants, and Combustable Lemons that can be used as Grenades.

#Bionicle #Bionicle Toa #Toa #toa of plantlife #plantlife #Toa Oc #Bionicle oc #Angel Wings #revenge #redemption #AU #alternate canon #ttrpg art #ttrpg family #roleplay #red star #Dorai Nui #History #Makuta #Peppers #Toa team #Ranger #Doctor #Medic #Vines #Trees

[laysean87]

This story is my first Avatar: TLOK fanfic. A Lin/Asami crack pairing that was written off the top of my head, and wasn't outlined or anything.

Might consider doing some more of these two in a proper story once I'm finished with doing Teen Titans, Justice League/Justice League Unlimited, and Young Justice stuff on AO3.

#legend of korra #lin beifong #asami sato #linsami #tlok book 4 #legend of korra book 4 #alternate canon #canon divergence #between seasons #my first fanfic in this fandom #writing exercise #fanfic writing #crackship #femslash #age difference #proposition #small favors #fluff and smut #fluff and romance #one shot collection #one shot series #potential story #potential for a multi-chaptered story

[starkeristheendgame]

I keep thinking about a The Propsal AU but where Tony needs to marry to keep his position as CEO thanks to a clause Obidiah created to try and oust him before the whole betrayal debacle and Peter is the poor brand new intern who permanently looks confused and he's only been here three weeks and now he's engaged to Mr. Stark and I need to meet your parents, kid, make it all official and haha, yeah, about that Mr. Stark... And holy shit but isn't Mr. Stark totally banging Miss. Potts? And what does Peter know about spring weddings vs fall weddings and holy shit this ring is worth more than his life if he loses it oh god oh no—

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[megamattzx]

This was Commission done by @camlost737 for me a while back. Goku training Goku Jr with limb weights. Papa Goku must have increased the weights.

This is also an original take on Goku Jr. This version of Goku Jr is intended to be a Canon departure. If you guys have any questions regarding this timeline's version of Goku Jr, feel free to ask.

So... For Context, this version of Goku Jr is the clone and adopted son of Goku. Created through the Dragon Balls and found by Gohan.

And no, Chi-Chi wasn't against it. She is the one who adopted him and gave him his name. Due to raising him, she has the rightful claim to be his mother.

How the scenario played out:

"What the hell Dad!?" Goku Jr yelled out while he desperately struggled to do pushups. "Did you seriously increase the weight of these things, AGAIN!?"

"Come on, Kaka," Goku responded to his son by one of his many nicknames. "You ain't gonna improve much if I don't Increase the weight, every now and then, now are ya?" A light chuckle could be heard from the older saiyan before he made another joke. "Maybe if I add a small weight to your tail...."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!!!!!!!" Goku Jr shouted, causing Goku to laugh a bit more before increasing the weights again. "SHIT!!!!" Goku Jr yelled again.

"Language, Young Man!" Goku said in his laughter.

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[willbikeforfood]

This is, by far, the best thing on Twitter right now. I am absolutely obsessed!

https://twitter.com/avatriceau/status/1602419349658210331?s=46&t=d6LqKVqedasOA4zptOyxxA

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[sugarakis-p2]

Ten-chan is the worst! Ch1

Touya Todoroki is the most handsome and sweetest guy in the senior class of AU. Desperately searching for an elusive chance to meet the almighty Touya, you throw yourself in the deep end and join the gamers club. Little did you know that the greatest prize you'd find was an absolute devil in disguise. Tenko, a creature so fearsome, a cold and ruthless shadow of a being. A pure demon, who calls you dumb, he's always cranky, stiff, horny, and severe. You'd soon find he has his claws firmly in you, a simple mistake drops a secret right into Tenko's raunchy lap, a blackmail so deviant you would do anything for him to keep your secret. All you have to do is pretend to be Tenko's girlfriend. The more you play along the more you begin to wonder what is going on in Tenko's head? What forbidden secrets lurks in Tenko's heart of darkness?

Everyone depicted in sexual acts are 18+ If you are a Dabi simp you will not like him.

Warning: Dub/Con, Fluff and blackmail, Fingering, masturbation, cussing, alternate canon and universe

Tenko has his quirk, before his quirk awakening, so scar and short blue hair. Touya is still in contact with his family and not as physically damaged. Tenko, Touya, and Shuichi are in AU.

Even though this is a Y/N x reader....I do not use Y/N because it feels icky. Because of that your appearance and that of your family will be vague.

Chapter 1

"Oh, Touya," you panted under your blankets.

You daydreamed that you, the shy, overlooked wallflower, could somehow have the attention of the hottest, most incredible boy in school. His sweet charm and boy-next-door good looks had made him immensely popular, yet his kind and gentle nature made him loveable even to those less popular. Tenko, the Gamer's Club president, was one such outcast who was invited to join the innermost circle of Touya's friends even when no one else was paying attention.

Touya had joined the gaming club. To you, it felt like a fairy tale, a whispered hope in your heart that if only he knew of your admiration, he would sweep you off your feet and into his world of popularity. The chance of a lifetime felt just within your grasp and with bated breath when you heard the news. Shuichi was your home-room classmate, an introspective, quiet one, and a gaming club member. You had to take the plunge and speak with him. This could be your opportunity to finally make an impression on Touya.

You partnered with Shuichi during a lab project and chatted with him until you got invited to the club. Shuichi was very kind, and you hugged him before you realized it. Your heart raced as you and Shuichi embraced. The electric energy between you was palpable because you were thinking of Touya. You couldn't contain your shock when he leaned in close to tell you he'd introduce you at the club. Before you knew what was happening, you'd already said yes. His cheeks flushed red as he stepped back, and you had a feeling you'd just made a new friendship.

Shuichi's said that Tenko might look scary, but he was really a great guy when you got to know him. That didn't prepare you for the terror of seeing him in person. His severe facial features and gloves made you fearful of what monsters lurked beneath. But the eyes, that crimson red, truly struck at your heart. It was as if you were looking into the eyes of pure evil. They are surrounded by scratch's but it's the two deep gashes that draw your attention. One over his right eye and the on his lip. A mole on the other corner near his chin. A demon from the depths of a nightmare was staring right back at you. He tries to hide his gruesome face with his bluish hair, but you can feel his eyes. He looks familiar somehow, you don't know how or why. No one looks like this demon. Those awful rumors of his tantrums and his quirk did little to diminish the terror he created. Even so, Tenko remained surprisingly calm and went out of his way to ensure everyone was cared for in the gaming club.

"What games are you into?" Tenko graveled in almost a whisper, looking down instead of directly at you, like you're a bug he wants to avoid. You jumped in surprise at how deep his voice was and felt goosebumps.

"I haven't really played any," you replied nervously. Tenko's gaze darts up at you and pins you where you stand, his blood-red eyes narrowing in judgment. You feel the urgent need to flee until Touya's presence catches your attention. He's casually munching on chips and paging through his sports magazine. Your heart races all over again, the thrill of his nearness coursing through you like the taste of forbidden fruit. Tenko's eyes followed your gaze, and you panicked, immediately pulling them back to him.

"What do you know about games?" Tenko almost sneered.

"Almost nothing, But I want to learn. Shuichi made it sound like so much fun," you bashfully admit. Something in Tenko softened. The fiery light of irritation within Tenko's eyes flickered, lessening ever so slightly, a gentle ease spread from this subtle shift, relaxing the tension between you.

"Alright," Tenko sighed, obviously annoyed. Scratching his neck and looking away, "You're a girl. You might like something like Kitty boom bomb, Mario Kart, and then let's try a few RPGs later."

"What is an RPG?" You asked. Tenko's eyes widened, a wildfire of fury blazing in his irises. You cringed, feeling chills run through your body. Shuichi, however, found the situation hilarious and could barely contain his laughter as he gently pulled you away toward the safety of Mario's Kart. As the months flew by, you found yourself stealing more than glances at Touya. Every time you saw him, your heart would flutter, and you couldn't look away. Yearning for those moments, you'd snap a few photos to store away in your Touya collection, little treasures in your personal collection.

"You're a creep," Tenko stated flatly, out of nowhere. Your jaw dropped in shock at what a rude jerk he was being.

"I am not," you snarled at him.

"Then Why are you smiling like that at your phone? Are you looking at something nasty?" Tenko asked.

"No, you Hanzo-main!" You gritted at him and walked away, missing the proud smirk on Tenko's face. The gaming club teaches you all the jargon, and to your surprise, it's actually fun. Shuichi and Tenko take you under their pro-gamer wings. Even though Tenko still scares the crap out of you.

Touya is a model, everyone gets to see his face, but none got to see this side since you are one of two girls in the club. Never brave enough to talk to him, you enjoy just looking at him in these special moments. He must really like Tenko because he never played games. He just hung out and ate free snacks. He only noticed you when he complimented your cherry cupcakes, those few words spinning your world. You swooned. It sent your heart into a frenzy. A few days later, Tenko, Shuichi, and Touya are talking about their new apartment together.

"Hey you," Touya said. He had been looking in your direction, but you were none the wiser. Suddenly, he opened his mouth to speak, and his words were meant for you. You were startled, unable to comprehend the reality of the situation. He was actually talking to you. You mentally squeal in delight.

"Who me?" You asked nervously, pointing to yourself.

"Yeah, why don't you come and bring those cherry cupcakes?" Touya asked.

"Jeez, Dabi. I was going to invite her anyway," Shuichi said. Turning to your and whispering, "You don't need to bring anything if you don't want to."

"I am inviting the entire club," Tenko rasped, scratching his neck harder.

You were elated when Touya invited you to the party, directly. A smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, "It's not a big deal! I'm happy to do it! I'll make enough for everyone!" Tenko and Shuichi exchanged a knowing glance. But you are not paying attention. You'd have agreed to cut off your own hand to be at that party. After all, Touya wanted your cupcakes and invited you personally. You are going to make them with pure love.

Your mom helped you work tirelessly to craft six dozen cherry cupcakes, each one a feat of confectionary art. But you weren't content with perfection, your ambition was far more daring. After all, your mom told you the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. You set aside one cupcake, a special, unique work of heart-stopping craftsmanship. Baked with love, it was topped with a candy heart inscribed with your number and your name. A message just for Touya. With trembling fingers, you set this special cupcake aside in a box fit for a prince that said: for Touya.

You couldn't wait to see the delight on Touya's face when you presented the treat you had painstakingly prepared. As you pictured the surprise awaiting you, you tenderly set aside the cherry galette like an exquisite crown jewel. Fervently tapping out a message to Shuichi, you requested his help to carry these earthly delights. You were in a rush, racing against the clock to prepare everything for the guest's arrival. Your mom even helped make you an unbelievably cute new outfit, pink plaid, suited you. The place is huge and fancy, you twirled in delight, and Shuichi couldn't help but grin. Sparse furniture, though.

"I have something special for Touya," you said, setting three batches on the table.

"Why don't you put it in his room? He's not in right now, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. It's at the top of the stairs to the right," Shuichi grunted, setting out the rest of the snacks. You know you shouldn't, but you could not resist seeing his room. Your heart is fluttering in your chest like a caged bird. Your hand trembles as you knock lightly before entering, and cautiously crack open the door to Touya's room.

"Touya?" You squeak. Immediately you are struck by how neat it is, except for the desk area, which has an amazing gaming setup. You didn't think Touya cared about games, but maybe he was more into online than the LAN or couch co-op that the club is into. Your curiosity piques, taking a timid step inside, and a thrill of surprise races through you as you dared a closer look.

You can't help but admire the setup, taking in every detail and feeling more than a little excited to explore all the possibilities. You wouldn't have guessed Touya was so into online gaming or into manga! He had so many romance novels your head swam. You know you shouldn't be here, but who could resist the opportunity to see Touya's secret gaming lair. Maybe he's not in the club just for free snacks?

You gingerly place the cupcake next to his bedside, the bows glitter glimmering under the nightstand lamp. His bed looks large and comfy. Like a magnet, his bed pulls you in closer. Its warmth envelops you, and you can't help but take a deep breath into its comfortable depths. You are hesitant until you realize your gesture may be rejected. What if he throws out your cupcake? What if he laughs and calls you a creep like Tenko? The thought makes you greedy for what little you can get. It wouldn't be so bad if you sniffed his scent. Just a little whiff and you'll leave you promise yourself. Hesitantly, you allow yourself to take in his scent. You succumb to the temptation, flopping on the bed instead of leaving. Embracing his pillow and imagine feeling his comforting embrace, you close your eyes, inhaling deeply.

You revel in its sweet aroma. So, this is what Touya smells like. Your heart quivered, and your senses tingled as you inhaled his scent. Your soul sings, he has a sweet, musty plum rain lingering on your tongue smell. Your mind raced, and your heart pounded harder as your middle was heated with lust. A thrill shot through you as your body stirred with unbidden desire. With a squeeze of his pillow, a thought crept through your mind, daring you to act on your impulses. Quickly, you reached for your phone to gazed upon Touya's face.

Your breath hitches as your fingers slowly slide down your body, the sensation stirring a heady anticipation. As they caress your thighs, your mind revels in the thought of what the man you love, Touya, how you imagine what he would do if he were here. With a tantalizing caress, you lift your skirt, feeling the forbidden pleasure of your exposed skin as your fingers lightly tickle along your panty line. All too soon, they slip past, exploring the hidden heat of your desire to play with your clit. Your breathing grew ragged and labored as you felt electricity surge through your body, your clit becoming more and more sensitive with every movement of your fingers.

Shocks of pleasure ran down your spine like wildfire, urging your mind and body to succumb to the desires you had desperately tried to suppress. What if he caught you? You imagine him ravishing you. The heat of your arousal intensifies as your being becomes overwhelmed by your lustful thoughts. Looking around the room, you could feel your desire intensify, fueled by your own vulnerability of being caught by Touya. Closing your eyes, you delighted in the bliss that washed over you as wave after wave of tingles consumed you. You never felt more alive. You are so caught up in your lust that you don't hear the shower shut off or the bathroom door opening.

"What the fuck?" Tenko graveled.

You bolted upright to see Tenko standing there, enraged, his slim frame rigid and looming, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You are so shocked and surprised your scream caught in your throat. His eyes flashed wildly, trying to make sense of what confronted him, your glistening fingers, disheveled hair and clothes, flushed skin, dilated pupils, and the phone clasped in your fist.

His jaw drops at the same time as his towel. This time you shrieked in shock, barely registering as you dropped your phone and tried to cover your eyes. He clamps that terrifying hand over your mouth with no glove on, making you shriek louder around his hand. You could have killed me you jerk! You try to yell at him. 

"Be quiet, or Shuichi will hear," he hissed. In an act so naughty, you are plunged into deeper shock, he grabbed your hand and licked the fingers covered in your juices clean. His mouth was so warm and soft you melted at little, briefly overriding your shame and disgust. 

"Hey, Ten? Did you hear something?" Shuichi said on cue. Tenko pulled your finger from his mouth with a pop.

"Playing a with that new girl. I'm just showing her that new horror RPG. We'll be down after this level," Tenko shouted.

"Don't make me do all of this alone!" Shuichi yelled back. You felt a wave of relief. You don't want others to know about this. You expected Tenko to stop and admonish you. What he did instead was something that left you so flustered you could barely breathe.

He ran his fingers through your hair and tucked a stray strand behind your ear. He flashed a smile as he gently caressed your neck and face. His touch sent shockwaves down your spine. His smile almost made him look handsome. You felt the heat rushing to your cheeks, and all you could do was blush deeply. His gentle chuckle further surprised you.

"Sorry. He has a little crush on you, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings," Tenko said. He tenderly brushed his thumb across your trembling bottom lip. His gaze pinning you, your heart leapt into overdrive, knowing he was there to protect Shuichi. Men who value true friendship are meant to be leaders and that turned you on more, "Speaking of. I thought you had a thing for him?"

"What?" you gasped in surprise, "No. We're just friends." Before you can say anything else, Tenko is on you, pinning you down in your first kiss, your lips meet tenderly at first. You could feel the heat of his kiss grow as his lips moved against yours with surprising confidence. They are soft with a light scrap of cracked skin.

The sensations sent shivers through your veins were like nothing you had ever felt. He took his time exploring your mouth with his tongue, tasting your desire, and sending you soaring. This was your first kiss, and it was from someone you never expected. Tenko was leaving you breathless. He pulled away and grinned.

"Good. You are so fucking cute. I wanted you the moment I saw you. You taste sweet, by the way," Tenko breathed. He locked his lips back on yours before you could think or answer. You are whimpering in his mouth as you feel his hands start to move. He trailed a finger down your body, teasing your skin before opening your blouse, jerking up your bra, freeing your breasts, and stroking over your tender flesh.

"Mur mands," you yelped in fear into his mouth. Tenko didn't understand you, or he mistook your reactions for arousal instead of fear. Because he pulled away, kissing your neck and trailing down your chest, softly he cupped your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth, licking and teasing it with the gentle pressure of his velvety tongue. Making you moan before you can stop him.

"H-hey," you squealed. Tenko pinched and tweaked your nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling and pulling them harshly with those deathly hands. Gasping in pleasure, he took it as a sign to explore further. His hand moved to your other breast as his mouth left a trail of kisses down your chest, sending shivers through your body. He looked up at you with his crimson eyes, mischief dancing there as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue and using his teeth. Your sharp intake of breath was your only response, and when he released your nipple, you felt an even stronger wave of desire and need. You wanted him to keep going, and you felt dizzy.

Tenko's hand moved to your other breast, massaging it firmly as his thumb gently rolled around your nipple. You moaned, your desire intensifying by the second, and he pulled you close with one arm around your waist. He was pressing you to his nude, warm, hard body. A soft murmur of satisfaction as he swirled his tongue on your tender flesh that pebbled under his attention, and the appreciation only excited you further. He gave you a lustful grin before lowering his lips to your nipple once again. Soon your breasts were alive with pleasure as Tenko teased and tantalized your nipples with masterful skill. Popping them out of his mouth before he held your head next to his face. His hot breath is fanning over the cup of your ear.

"Your body is so sensitive. Let me help you finish what you started," Tenko whispered. He stroked a finger over your panties between your sensitive lips and hard clit. You squeal again, "So wet for me."

You felt your body tense up as Tenko's fingers moved closer and closer to your most intimate area. Your breath quickened as he fondled your breast, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Tenko's fingers finally brushed against your core over your panties, and you gasped, your legs instinctively trying to close shut to protect yourself. But it was too late. Tenko had already trapped you in his grip, picking you up and spreading you across his lap, your legs opened wide across his knees while your back was pressed firmly against his muscled chest. You could feel his strength and power radiating through his body, and you were too weak to stop it. Something massive, hot, and hard pressed against your ass and spine.

Your mind was awhirl with a combination of fear and pleasure, and you could feel yourself slowly succumbing to him, despite yourself. You can feel him so vividly as his fingers work their way toward your pussy, while his other hand caresses your breast, pinching your nipple until it peaks. You wanted to push him away, but simultaneously, you wanted to stay and experience everything he gave you. You were paralyzed with a mixture of emotions, unable to move or speak. Your body feels weak and shaky. You're not sure if it was from almost cumming from a kiss and nipple play, or the intense spike of adrenaline that plummeted when you discovered Tenko would not kill you. You felt like a such a timid dumb virgin and you needed to stop this misunderstanding, right now.

"Sto-," you are crying when a knock comes on the door, and Touya's voice filters in. This time you welcome Tenko's hand over your mouth. The thought of him seeing you with Tenko is mortifying. Tenko stiffened, his reaction different than with Shuichi. He seemed angry again and that shut you up more than anything.

"What?" Tenko growled at the door. His fingers gently slip beneath your waistband of your panties, exploring a space you have never ventured into. You mumble for him not to around his hand, four fingers dug into your cheek you doubt he could understand anything but moans, it's too late. You gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he penetrates your virgin hole. Nothing has ever been in there before and you almost cry out when his fingers go deeper, the sensations coursing through your body. Your voice muffled as your body shuddered.

"Why is your door locked?" Touya asked, still on the other side.

"Because I want privacy!" Tenko shouted. He was exploring you with a hunger that made your heart race. He kissed your neck and nipped at your ear, sending shivers of bliss and pain through you as his finger plunged in and out. You couldn't help but moan as all the sensations combined to make you tremble against him. "You are so tight, but sucking me in. Are you a virgin?" He teased you. Yes! You mentally scream

"Whatever, I was wondering if you-," Touya said conversationally, with Tenko responding like nothing was happening, the conversation fading as every part of you being is focused on what Tenko is doing. Ultimately, you found yourself surrendering to him, your body trembling with tension. All you could do was sit there and let him take control of your pleasure. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be taken away to a place of satisfaction and ecstasy.

"This is your sweet spot. You're clenching down on me, getting wetter and gushing. You're about to cum," Tenko chuckled, adding another digit, and you could feel the light scrape of his nails deep inside you. No, no, no, your mind screamed. You don't want this. Not with Tenko, but it felt so good. So good you couldn't help but moan. The rough pads of his slender fingers dug deep. You leaned back against Tenko, your body trembling in sensuality as the waves of bliss crashed over you. You could feel your heart racing as your breath caught in your throat, as you pussy sucked on his digits, greedy for more. Drooling against Tenko's hand as your hot pants meet his palm. 

"Go ahead and cum," Tenko whispered.

"Alright, I'll get your half of the yen later," Touya's retreating form said.

You gasped as your orgasm hit, its intensity sending your body quivering in an all-encompassing wave of ecstasy. Every muscle tensed as you clung to the sound of Touya's voice, feeling the intensity build until it finally burst, sending ripples of delight cascading through your body. You let out a deep moan of ecstasy. Your eyes squeezed shut as you reveled in the bliss that seemed to go on forever. When it finally subsided, you opened your eyes, feeling relaxed and content. That was more intense than when you touch yourself.

"Damn. You made a puddle. I bet I can get you to squirt," Tenko beamed. You jerk from him in a sudden wave of boiling rage and shame.

"You are unbelievable!" You raged. Touya was supposed you be your first, and this creep took that dream from you. Tenko's face twists into confusion until his eyes land on the box.

He picked it up while you struggled to get your bra back on. He looked at the: For Touya and decayed it with mounting rage. Then he bent down, picked up your phone, and saw who you were looking at while you touched yourself on his bed. It dawned on him when you gasped and flung yourself at him to snatch your phone back.

"Give me that. It's mine," you wailed. Trembling on the verge of tears, you tried to stay still as you watched Tenko's face twist into deranged laughter. He held your phone in one hand and a cupcake for Touya in the other, like he was taunting you. You felt more terrified than ever before.

You wanted to slide away from his menacingly cackling face, but you couldn't. Tenko could ruin you if he told Touya. Tenko was your only way back to the safety of Touya and your phone. He shoved the phone in your face as if proving to you just how much power he had. You felt the ever-increasing pressure build up within, threatening to bring you to the brink of emotional collapse. You were helpless, hopeless, and at Tenko's mercy.

"You're a creepy little stalker fangirl," he giggled and accused, "You've been secretly taking pictures of him. You came here to masturbate to Touya. That's extra creepy. He wouldn't like this at all."

"I did not. Shuichi said Touya's bedroom was on the right. I just wanted to give him a gift," you sniveled. Tenko laughed again, mocking you and making you feel so stupid.

"Was his back turned to you?" Tenko asked. It dawned on you too late. Tenko laughed again, continuing to mock you. Every word making you feel dumber. Tenko's obnoxious laughter echoed in the room as you fumed with rage. You shook with anger before finally losing your grip and tears streaming down your cheeks. Acting on instinct, you lashed out, slapping him across his smug face.

"I am a virgin!" You cried as you snatched up your phone and ran out of his room, leaving him stunned.

"Hey! Wait!" Tenko yelled after.

You stumble headlong into Touya,  bouncing off him and tumbling to the ground with a loud thump. Scrambling for an explanation, you're speechless as embarrassment floods your cheeks.

Shuichi was right behind him at the bottom of the stairs. You can't deny the truth—they both caught you coming out of Tenko's bedroom, disheveled and sweaty. As you wrestle for something to say, you can feel your heart sink, knocked off balance by shock and humiliation.

"Whoa! Are you ok?" Touya reached out, offering his hand to help you up from the ground. It felt like life raft and a sea of troubles. His firm grip easily lifts you, "Oh hey, it's cupcake girl. What's wrong, darling?"

You feel abruptly yanked away and firmly pulled back into Tenko's tight embrace. He stands behind you gloriously in the nude and unashamed, devouring the cupcake you made for Touya, like an asshole.

"She is my girlfriend, and we're having a bit of a lover's quarrel," he informs Touya possessively, with a piercingly cold glare. Then, as if to tease you further, he licks the candy heart to the tip of his tongue and, with a crooked smirk, swallows it down. The words 'be mine' glistening on it stab you in the heart. You feel a wave of humiliation and agony sweep over you so intensely that you wish the ground beneath you would open and swallow you down. But Touya stands there, his lips twisted in a knowing smirk.

"You idiots. We have guests waiting for us downstairs," Touya gestured at the mass of people gathering to see what the fuss is about, "Kiss and makeup already. It shouldn't be that hard with such a cutie."

You stumble past Touya and Shuichi, through the crowd, frantically trying to hide your face as tears stream down your cheeks. Touya had called you darling and cute. He helped you up and expressed tender concern, and your heart leapt to hear such sweetness on what could only be described as the darkest day of your life.

It only brought you fresh anguish and made you ache for what could have been.Tenko stole my first kiss with Touya, repeated in your head as you ran from everyone's stares. You stumble blindly, desperate to escape, aching at the thought of more humiliation in the face of those who had seen you at the party. Your broken sniffles and heaving chest are the only noise you hear until you finally reach the safety of home.

Back at the party, "What just happened? I hope she's not sick," was murmured through the crowd.

"What the fuck was that about?" Shuichi barked.

"Sorry. We were fooling around, and I jizzed all over her dress. I know you were into her, Shuichi, but she confessed, and it just happened," Tenko says, scratching his neck. Touya laughed out loud, and that kid everyone calls Hawks gave Tenko a thumbs up and yelled nice dick. Now all the girls were stealing glances until Touya blocked their view. Tenko did have a big one, and the rest of these girls didn't need to compare.

"What?" Shuichi asked, surprised. His face twisted in anger for another reason, "Never mind, I guessed as much. First, get on some pants. Second, apologize to her. Because before she was a dating interest, she was my friend, and I like gaming with her. She better not quit the gaming club because of your fuck up. Third, see that cute rabbit girl down there. I was about ready to close the deal with her, but she's friends with our girl. In fact, our girl isn't popular, but she's well known, and her main group of friends is all heteromorph girls. I promise it will trickle down to all the girls and land on top of us. If you ever want to date again, grovel, grovel like you never have before," Shuichi lectured.

"If you want, I can apologize for you," Touya leered.

"Stay the fuck away from her, Touya. I will handle it, Shuichi." With that, Tenko retreated into his room. Finishing the cupcake. He hated overly sweet things. He hated most things. But you cumming on his fingers was the best. He combined the frosting with your juices and licked his fingers clean.  

Tenko was a jerk. You had just experienced the most intense orgasm of your life, and all you could do was think about it and know it wasn't with Touya. You can feel the heat rising at your core as you remember Tenko's rough touch. You can still feel it, and your cunt throbs. You hadn't wanted to revel in the afterglow, but here you are, crushed with disappointment from where it came from.

You cleaned yourself up and went downstairs to the sound of your mom entertaining someone. Someone with a deep gravelly voice, you are instantly irritated when you recognize it.

"What is he doing here?" You growl. You are shocked at how cool he looks in his street clothes. Tenko stood and bowed deeply.

"I came to apologize. Please forgive my behavior. I humbly ask you not to quit the gamer's club," Tenko said.

"I'll think about it," you reply with a huff. He's so stiff and formal. This is nothing like he was an hour ago. 

"That is fair. If you come to the next meeting, I will have something special for you. I'll take my leave," Tenko said.

"Stay for dinner," Mom offered. If that wasn't bad enough, Tenko declared with a sly smile that he would be, "More than happy to." A statement that would only further fuel the despair that already hung in the air. Why was he doing this? He is missing his party. He acted like a charming guy with manners that had your mom wrapped around his deadly pinky. You roll your eyes through most of the meal because you know the truth. After dinner, your mom told you,...no, ordered you, to walk him to the bus stop.

"How could you say we were dating? You are such an asshole," you pouted. He smirked at you.

"You wanted me to tell the truth? Besides, you like him, right? If you pretend to be my girlfriend, you can come over whenever you want and save face at the gamers club," Tenko reasoned, walking away. You grabbed the corner of his hoodie, because it didn't take you long to decide. 

"Ok. I'll pretend to be your girlfriend," You say reluctantly. That took Tenko aback. He clearly didn't think you would take such a offer.

"You really like that guy that much," Tenko sneered.

You nod yes, "Well you're right. It's better to lie than let everyone know the truth and I get to still see Touya." 

Before you know it, he pulls you to him, lips on yours in a passionate kiss. He could feel your body mold against his, your curves giving him comfort and security. His heartbeat drummed out of control, and you could feel it pound against your chest as the warmth of your breath washed over him. The passion coursing through him was like an unstoppable river. It left him unwilling and unable to let you back away as you weakly struggled.

He gripped you tight as he parted his lips to gasp for air. His lips brushed against yours softly. The cracked skin magnified the sensations a thousand times. Suddenly the kiss deepened as his passionate desire took over. His arms encircled your waist, drawing you closer to him as his tongue sought out yours and explored.

The kiss was fiery and full of longing and love. When it finally ended, he gently brushed his lips across yours one last time before resting his forehead against yours with a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment and the intense emotion. You had to brace yourself against him because he left your knees weak and shaky. He sucked the air from your lungs with how good that was. When you manage to collect yourself, you weakly shove him away.

"What was that?" You shriek.

"You're my girlfriend. If we are going to do this, then we need to make it look real. It's my reputation on the line too. By the way, I don't mind that pretty expression," Tenko rasped. Ready to pull you back for more when you escaped his grasp and turned on your heels to march home. You pause to ask him one last question.

"What if I didn't agree to this insane plan?"

"I would have told Touya you are a stalker and have photos of him. I still might tell him if you don't make it convincing," Tenko smiled as he boarded the bus. He blew you a kiss, and you flipped him off. Tenko was really the worst. That kiss he gave you blew all the others out of the water. You touched your lips and felt your cheeks burn. On your walk back, you began to plot.

The next day of school Tenko was there waiting for you at the gate, firmly gripping your hand, carrying your bag, and parading you around. It was awkward, but there was no backing out now. You had made a deal with Tenko. If you failed to make this farce look believable, he would tell Touya.

That was enough of a motivator for you to keep going with this scheme. That's ok. It's all a part of your plan now. Tenko wants a girlfriend. You'll give him a girlfriend. This will highlight what a wonderful girlfriend you will be for Touya.You made Tenko lunch and bought his favorite drinks, like a damn maid cafe.

"This is good," Tenko said. His minor praise gave you hope. You also steeled yourself and asked for your quid of the quid pro quo of your bargain.

"Can I come over today?" You asked Tenko nervously. He stared at you for a long moment.

"Remember, you have to pretend to be there for me—your boyfriend. Me," he hissed.

"Not a problem Ten-chan," you grinned mischievously. He narrowed his eyes but agreed to it. You skipped off in glee. That's what your girlfriends saw, and they think you have lost your mind. Poor Yuki shook you by your shoulders and screamed in your face. The air became tense as Yuki's voice reverberated throughout the room.

"What secrets is this man holding over you? The way you suddenly left last night speaks volumes, so you'd better tell us what you know. You can tell us, and then we will kill him!" The other girls nodded in agreement, their expressions dark and murderous. They know you too well.

"It's not like that. Tenko can be very kind," you said, remembering his kiss and feeling your cheeks heat up. The girls exchange a look, "I'm serious. Come to the gamers club with me and meet him. Plus, there are plenty of cute guys. Touya Todoroki is there."

Tenko looked around the room, eyeing the girls with their crossed arms and murderous glares. He took a deep breath, ready to recite his spiel on gaming options in his typically hostile and stiff way, but then he felt a gentle nudge beside him. He looked to his side and saw Shuichi, a look of assurance in his eyes. Relief washed over Tenko when Shuichi saved him.

"Ten-chan," You beam. Knowing full well Chan is cute but meant for girls, and if you know English, his name sounds like 'tension.' It's clever, and you want to get a rise out of him, "I want to challenge you to some Mario Kart." The look he gave you was withering. But he took your hand and kissed it.

"I could never deny you anything," Tenko said with a smile, his presence radiating such charm that it elicited a chorus of 'awws' from the ladies watching, effortlessly leading the way to the console like prince charming. That made your blood boil. You scowled. Ok. You deserved that. Both of you seem to be laying it on thick today.

You were both overly affectionate, but this was getting uncomfortable, especially with your girlfriends in the room. You're worried your girlfriends might like Tenko too much and whine when you 'break up' with him. You're going to have to push him. Tenko was always so serious about his games and could get very ugly. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a confrontation, this will break him, you think. Since he is so concerned about his reputation, you are going to make him work to keep it.

The game starts, and everyone gathers to watch you play with the gaming champion. Tenko is the president of the gaming club for a reason. You chose princess peach, and Tenko was Mario. The crowd went wild as the countdown hit zero. After several rounds he was scratching at himself in annoyance.

Both of you are squaring off in the Mario Kart tournament's final race. Tenko took a deep breath as he prepared himself for battle. He knew that the slightest mistake could cost him the race or the tournament. 

"Looking nervous there," You mocked Tenko. You had already demonstrated you're driving prowess throughout the tournament. All those games with Shuichi was paying off. Tenko barely maintained his composure and kept his eyes on the track ahead. Suddenly, the announcer's words, "Ready? Go!" erupted. Mario and Peach both stepped on the accelerators of their karts, and they were off.

Both raced around the track, dodging obstacles and trading positions. Mario was in the lead as they made their way through Rainbow Road. But at the last corner, Peach shrieked ahead, pushing Mario wide and pressing your advantage. Tenko growled, close to losing his cool. He didn't give up, though.

"I hope you won't cry when I beat you," Tenko hissed. He pushed on, determined to beat you. What you did not expect was your competitive nature rearing its head. He managed to stay close until the last lap when Peach made a risky move around Mario and snuck ahead.

"Not on your life, neet!" You shouted. Biting your lip, grip sweating on the controller in total concentration. Tenko knew them that he had no chance of catching you. He simply had to keep his distance and hope you made a mistake somewhere. But you didn't make a single error and crossed the finish line victorious. The whole room cheered.

You jumped up and did a happy dance of triumph when you suddenly noticed Tenko was looming. Not only did you embarrass yourself with a dumb dance in front of all your friend and Touya, but you called him Neet. Your knees suddenly felt wobbly and you nearly peed yourself when he leaned down with his severe expression.

"Good game. You deserve a reward," Tenko gently leaned in and planted a kiss on your forehead, sending a spark of electricity down your spine. You blushed a deep crimson as he pulled away with a smirk, causing the room around you to erupt in admiration of 'awws's and 'how cute's. He promised he'd return with your favorite drink, leaving you with your cheeks still burning and an embarrassed smile of pride on your lips.

"I am happy you learned something and gave it your all," He said over his shoulder. That seemed sincere and your heart swelled a little in pride.

"I get this round," Touya announced, tossing his magazine aside and striding over. Everyone was departing to show the girls different games since you made it seem fun and to flirt, of course. You are so nervous and fidgety. You are playing so sloppy. Touya is worse. You're still determining if he lost on purpose or if he was terrible at gaming. He smiled at you when he lost, and your heart nearly stopped.

"I lost. I have to reward you, too," Touya said, leaning in.

"Whaaa," you are asking, dumbfounded, when Shuichi swoops in between you.

"I play winner," Shuichi said.

"What do you think you are doing?" Tenko hissed at Touya. Tenko was looming again as if he appeared out of thin air.

"I'm just giving her this," Touya said, handing you a heart lollipop. Your hand trembles when you reach for it. You don't know what to think when Tenko snatches it and shoves it in your pocket while he pulls you away.

"Thanks!" You shout behind you. In the hallway, you yank your arm back.

"What is your problem?" You hiss. He deliberates, biting his lip as his nails rake obsessively over his neck. Trying to decide how to respond, he takes deep breaths to keep from snapping. It's infuriating. He always takes the time to weigh up his options before he answers. He is always calculating, and it's one of the things that makes you nervous about him.

"You are supposed to make it look like you are there for me, not for him, remember? Do you want him to find out you're a stalker?" Tenko snarled. When you flinched from his voice, he softened his tone, "You made it sounds like you had something special in mind this afternoon. I want to catch the earlier bus, and I wanted to give this to you away from their eyes," he rasped. He pulled out a small square velvet box, "Here, I told you I would give you a gift if you came."

You open the luxurious crushed velvet box and find an exquisite comb delicately crafted from solid gold, delicately carved in the shape of your favorite flower and in the color of your dreams. It was too extravagant to keep, but it sent your heart into a flurry of emotion. It wasn't just its splendor that moved you. It was the thought and care behind it.

Tenko had found something that was truly unique to you and your interests, something he had taken the time to think about and select for you. You could feel the love he had put into it, and you couldn't bear to reject it immediately. Suddenly, you saw Tenko in a new light. He was blushing, hiding behind his hair, and not even looking at you. He's adorable, you thought for the first time.

"Thank you," you say. As you looked up into his crimson eyes, gratitude overflowing from your own, you couldn't help yourself and leaned in, pressing your lips to the soft skin of Tenko's neck. His cheeks were deep red, and he mumbled something about you being an idiot, but you just smiled, reaching for his hand.

"You are absolutely right. Let's get home," you said softly, your fingers intertwined in his as you were ushered away. Playing along, even if it is making your heart heavy, you have a plan, and you want him to be in a good mood when you tell him.

You can tell Tenko is finding it hard to relax as you gently file the edges of his nails. Every few seconds, he anxiously says to be careful. Trusting you with such a delicate task has allowed you to take a moment to connect, feeling a little bit closer to elusive creature that is Tenko. This will be the perfect time.

"I don't want to decay you. Careful!" He hissed as you rotated his pinky. It was the last nail while the other hand soaked.

"You needed this, though. Your nails are all jagged and cracked. They hurt me last time," you blush. Tenko leered. You held up two nail polishes.

"Clear or matte black?!" You demand, unable to contain your excitement. He grunts in response, trying desperately to scratch at his neck. He gives up, not able to tear his skin like usual. You take his hand eagerly and start painting his nails black, talking non-stop about your plans, attempting to casually slip in your goals with Touya. "This black will look cool. I was thinking we should break up in two months. Right when summer vacation starts."

"What?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"W-w-well, we are just pretending. We should set a time limit for how long you will blackmail me. Normally when a person pays the blackmailer, they stop blackmailing," you dared. You glanced up to catch his reaction, and it was dark and brooding. You are about to drop it when Tenko softens slightly.

"What do you like about him?" He rasped.

"What?"

"Is it just about looks?"

"He's super nice. He does a lot of charity work. We have the same likes and dislikes," you prattle.

"Oh? How do you know? How do you know you have the same likes and dislikes?" He asked. A part of you did not like wherever this questioning is going. 

"I've read all the material on him, and I see how he is at school," you are saying when Tenko bursts out laughing.

"You are shallow! The worst stalker. The dumbest stalker!" he laughed. You slam the brush into the nail polish and grit your teeth in suppressed rage.

"What is your quirk?" he asked.

"What?" You asked indignantly. It was so random it was infuriating. He does this in purpose to throw you off. 

"As I thought. You don't know shit," Tenko laughed.

"What is wrong with you? You don't need to know about my quirk. A person is more than their quirk. I am smart enough to play to my strengths and take the easy way. That's why I'm in the business course. Leave the heavy lifting to the heroes. Touya is handsome and kind and said the same thing about quirks in a teen magazine. He's a good person and not a pervert, like someone I know," you said with a pointed look. Tenko shook his head. 

"Alright, until summer. You have to be my girlfriend like how you have been. Sounds reasonable to me. I'll even help you. If you let me sit between your legs, we'll watch one of Touya's favorite movies. That way, you can get to know the real Touya," Tenko sneered.

You did not like that expression, sensing a trap somewhere in his words. But you have a burning need to hear any and all information about Touya. You agreed eagerly, sitting on the end of Tenko's bed, legs dangling as Tenko sat between your legs on the floor, arms on thighs to let his nails air dry.

"Help me out. I'll tell you the password, and then you select whatever's on top," Tenko instructed.

"Wait. His password. That's invading his privacy," you hesitated.

"Says the stalker who you masturbated on his bed."

"It was your bed," you said, flustered.

"You thought it was his. It's Endeavorsux, all one word and an x instead of a cks. I wouldn't have the passcode if Touya didn't want to share."

"When are you going to stop throwing at in my face," you whined, typing in the passcode.

You objected, and Tenko was right, if Touya didn't want to share he wouldn't have loaned out his passcode. The first thing on the files list was Milo and Otis. You have never heard of it, but my god, was it wholesome and cute. Ten minutes in, you are overwhelmed by an urge to run your fingers through Tenko's voluminous and oh-so-fluffy hair. A sight is so beautiful it warrants an encore and it's right between your legs. Tenko's hair is a sight that must be seen and touched to be truly appreciated!

Tenko's body tensed as your hands grazed his hair. His eyes shot open in surprise, you jerked your hands away, and before you had a chance to apologize, his grip encircled your wrist and urged you back to his locks. You felt a wave of heat pass between you as you reveled in the sensation of his hair beneath your fingertips.

Slowly, his eyes closed, and a low moan escaped his lips. Time seemed to stand still as you tenderly ran your fingers through his hair. Your fingertips tingle his scalp as you gently comb your fingers through. The feeling was electric, and you were certain you felt your heart skip a beat. He is beautiful, you thought as you marveled at the warmth of this tender connection.

You are enjoying this moment until you hear the wet smacks of flesh. A moan of lewd women who begged to be fucked harder.Your hands shot up to your face in pure shock. Tenko is laughing his ass off as if it is the most hilarious thing ever.

"Who fucks you better?" A familiar smokey voice asked the girl.

Your fingers tremble as you timidly peek through and are shocked again to be hit with the devastating sight of Touya pounding a gorgeous woman. Her beauty is so captivating that it sets a pit of sadness in your stomach that you could never compare. Touya shows signs of burns on his arms and legs, which you never noticed, and you wonder if that is the connection between them, a connection fueled by physical suffering. Your vision blurs as tears form in your eyes. Why couldn't she be you? Why is she so beautiful and passionate while you are still a virgin? Tenko stops laughing as he sees your face twist into utter horror.  

"Touya label's his porn with movies his brothers would never want to watch. Half an hour into all of these is porn. Baby, why are you so sad? Did you just realize your saint Touya is a whore?" He said with false sympathy.

"She's just so pretty and lustful," you whimper. Tenko's eyes narrow, and he turns, rising and pressing down on you with his overbearing presence.

"You really are so naïve," he softens when he sees you trembling pitifully under him. He grins and leans beside your ear, "I could feel your pussy getting hot between my shoulders. You are a lustful little slut. You have no idea how much you are his type. But you are mine until summer. Touya has to be home by now. Right on the other side of this wall." Tenko touched the wall with four fingers, and it felt forbidden. You are getting heated listening to Touya enjoy himself in the movie.

"That's a pretty sight," Tenko pants. Grabbing your wrists and guiding you to your wet panties, "I want to watch. Why don't you practice being a little slut. My nails are still drying. Let's give Touya something to burst in on. Let him hear that voice."

"W-w-with you watching?' you squeaked.

"Touya likes passion. Be passionate," he hissed. Tenko slowly pulled your panties off, and you let him. Tenko is watching every single movement. The air in the room buzzed with electricity as he watched. His eyes felt like they were searing into you, and he guided your fingers to spread yourself open for him.

"Like a beautiful flower. A blossoming flower, only I have seen" Tenko breathed. His hot breath is fanning over your sex, making you shiver. You closed your eyes and lips parted, breathing heavily as your fingers danced across your body. You took your time, exploring every inch of your skin as your arousal grew.

Tenko felt himself becoming more and more aroused as he watched you, captivated by your actions. Tenko couldn't help but inch closer and closer to get a better look. The urge to take things even further was too much to resist. He sat up, his tongue slowly finding your exposed neck, tracing gentle circles around it before trailing up to meet your lips.

You gasped in surprise as he kissed you hungrily, your body tensing under his touch, he had become an amazing kisser, and you kissed back. His hands roamed up and down your body, and you squealed in fear. Tenko pulls away for a second.

"The nail polish is dry. Do my hands frighten you?" Tenko asked gently. You nodded, and he reached in and pulled out quirk gloves.

"They look good on you," you smiled. Tenko suddenly kissed you ravenously, stoking the blaze already burning inside you. He encouraged you to touch yourself, his fingers over yours, helping you push them in, helping you find your sensitive spots as he continued to savor your taste. His tongue found your ear, teasing the lobe before exploring your body together. You never shoved your fingers into yourself. His fingers found where you wanted them to be, your breath shuddering in pleasure. Soon, his other hand joined in as he moved his digits in a gentle rhythm, never taking his lips from yours. His eyes connected with yours, and he let you take over, watching everything.

"Tenko, this is embarrassing," you whined as you stopped. He didn't answer. He tugged away your hands almost violently, the sensation of his slippery tongue tickling each digit searing in your mind. You looked up, only to see his lips curled into a sneer. "Pervert," you spat, a grin playing at your corners.

"You make it easy with this lewd body. Look at this pretty dripping pussy. I like the color and smell of this tiny bloom. I wonder what it tastes like," Tenko smirked.

He kneeled between your spread legs and took a moment to admire your beauty. Your hair was fanned out against the pillow, your head resting back in pleasure, and you anticipated what was coming. He slowly leaned forward and brought his face close to her pussy. He looked up to meet your gaze before softly kissing your inner thighs towards your center, sending shivers of pleasure shooting through your body.

You tried to cover it, heating in shame. Tenko ran his velvety tongue around each finger, teasing and tickling the sensitive skin between. Inching closer and closer, it eventually made its way to the source of your pleasure. His talented tongue wriggled past your searching fingers, lapping and licking at your aroused wetness and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He was relentless, and used your hands to spread yourself more open for him.

He dipped his tongue into her slick folds, teasing and exploring as you gasped with pleasure. His velvety tongue moved in circles around the sensitive bud of your pleasure before flicking back and forth. He tasted every inch of you as you moaned and squirmed in delight. You felt your body start to tense as your arousal increased. The pleasure was becoming too much for you to bear with every passing moment. He parted your lips with his fingers and pushed his tongue deep inside you. He swirled it around your g-spot, and you quickly started to come apart at the seams.

Your breath puffs in sharp pants, your moans mixed with Tenko's lewd slurps.

"Tenko, stop. I'm going to cum," you whine.

"Good cum on my mouth. Here, grab my hair that you like too much," Tenko said, guiding your fingers to entangle in his fluffy locks while he plunged two of his fingers into the deepest parts of your bliss. Stroking over the sweet spots he had found, you mewl like a bitch in heat and pull his hair. Tenko increased his lapping, and with an intensity you've never felt before, you flung your head back and arched up into Tenko's greedy mouth.

Your heart races more from Tenko's eyes being the greediest part, and he never takes them off you as you let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Her clit throbbed with each stroke of his tongue, a hot tightening of your center had built so tight it was bliss when you came undone, shivers of pleasure jolted through your body like lighting, and you felt the sheets beneath you become damp as your orgasm spilled out. You screamed out Tenko until. Finally, the waves of your orgasm subsided, and you slumped on the bed in blissful exhaustion. Tenko sits up with a satisfied groan, wiping his face and licking his fingers. 

"I told you I could make you squirt. You're a sexy little slut. Fuck, I really want to put it in," Tenko panted as was took off his clothes.

In your happy daze, your mind was foggy before you realized what was happening. Initially, you wavered to express your shock at what Tenko was doing because you wanted to see what the bulge was about. You avoided looking at it when he caught you. He is turning you into a pervert, you think. Expert fingers peeled off the fabric restraining that bulge, and when he finally ripped off his pants and underwear, you squeaked like a frightened mouse. Astonished and cowering, you curled your legs up your quivering body to shield your pussy from that intimidating monster. Like a battering ram, it appeared as if it could tear you in two. It is enormous, and when you look over at Touya's porn, he was big, but it didn't look like it would rip you in half. Tenko is too big! He must be a part horse! You were convinced he meant to end you with that thing.

"Don't run," Tenko beamed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him. His fat cock makes a heavy wet smacking sound as it lands on your wet crotch.

"Eeep, No Tenko. I'm a virgin, and I'm not ready!" You wail and flail.

"You mean for a certain boy toya," Tenko growled. You shake your head no. A lie, you thought, but Tenko didn't need to know that. With a trembling finger, your gaze seemed to linger on the tremendous cock staring ominously back at you. Its flesh rippled and jerked, spitting from the tip like a living angry foul beast under your gaze.

"It's not that big," Tenko smirked, pride glinting in his eyes. You yelped at the sight but became transfixed by its shocking hue. Pale, except for its pink head, it looked like it could be chapped on his foreskin, but the longer you stared, the more it seemed to swell, the angry red veins snaking across its surface. He started to press and rub himself on you.

"It's too big. It's huge, and just no! Tenko, I'm not ready," you hissed and started to push him away.

"But your body feels ready. Listen to those dirty wet noises she's making. Your pussy is begging to get fucked. Besides, women have babies all the time. I'm not as big as a baby," Tenko tried to convince you.

"Women also tear. Bones break. No Ten-chan," you say firmly. Tenko sighed and slumped on you, "Ugh…your heavy," you gasped.

His hard gaze met yours as he growled, "Fine. But you will be held accountable for this." Tenko said, wagging his cock at you. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he hoisted you up and carried you over his shoulder to the shower. You didn't think he was this strong. Now that you are noticing, Tenko has an incredible body. You always thought he was thin and soft, like many of the gamers in the club. You bite your lip at that sight in admiration.

"Ahh!" you Shriek when you are under the water with him fully clothed, "What the hell, Tenko!"

"Can't run away if your clothes need to dry. You shouldn't be the only one having fun," he smirked. Brushing his wet locks back and enjoying your reaction. He presses his damp forehead to yours, "Tell me to stop." You can't say anything.

The heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck was enough reminder of his presence as he slowly peeled your soaked clothes away from your skin. This is the first time you've been naked before a man. Tenko is definitely a man. You felt yourself shudder as the air brushed over the places now exposed to him, your cheeks burning at the intimate vulnerability. You wanted to cover yourself from his gaze, though you knew that he deserved and wanted your attention as well. He placed your hands against the tile wall when you didn't answer.

You felt his large hands grip your hips and pull you back into him, the hard length of his desire pressing between your thighs and causing your breath to catch. His hot cock is trapped between your legs. You pushed yourself towards him, unable to deny the reality of Tenko's presence or your intense reaction to his touch.

"I won't penetrate you. Press your thighs together," he encouraged with his hands. It felt extraordinary, but you did as he asked, and he lightly moaned. Pressing your back against his washboard stomach, you felt his lips move across your neck and up to your ear until he whispered your name and breathed, "Yes. Like that."

Without warning, a pair of hands moved around your waist and pulled you closer to Tenko's warm body. The hot spray of water made your skin flush as you let yourself melt against Tenko. Slowly, your eyes closed as his hands moved up over your body, feeling the rivulets of water and the warmth of the steam fill the shower. Tenko whimpered lightly in your ear. The liquid black latex of the gloved fingers made a beautiful contrast to his rough flesh. His fingertips moved over your skin, exploring every curve and inch of your body.

"You are so pretty and passionate enough for me," he whispered. You gave a soft moan of pleasure in response. His hands moved lower when they reached your inner thighs, you gasped as he reached the point between your legs, and he paused for a moment, savoring your suspense as he hovered there before opening your lips to wedge his dick against your clit.

"Ah, ah, ah," you panted in a slight panic. You felt Tenko pressing against you, his hardness undeniably aroused, his hands running up your thighs as he did until he gripped your hips.

Slowly, he began to circle his hips against your body, his long, hard cock pressing teasingly against your clitoris. His hand moved up towards your breast while his hips continued to gyrate, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. He pinched and teased your nipple. Tenko smiled as you squirmed and gasped beneath him, your arousal growing with each sweep of his hips.

His hand moved down, tracing circles around your belly and dipping lower between your legs until he reached the apex of them. His digits circled your clit, making slow, maddening flicks that were punctuated by the thrust of his hips. You writhed and moaned beneath him, begging for more as he increased his pressure. He eagerly complied, grinding harder and faster against your center and slickening you so that his thrusts were met with pleasure, not pain. You mewled.

You are enjoying it until someone walks in and lifts the toilet seat. At first, all you saw was blurry white hair through the steamed shower glass and squeaked. It was one thing that he might have heard you fooling around with Tenko. It's another thing to see you naked and bent over for him like a slut. He must have heard you because he looked over his shoulder. That wasn't Touya. That was a kid!

"Ten, is that you?" Shouto asked. Tenko seized your face, pressing his hand firmly to your lips as his hips bucked against you with greater force. His grip on your hip is unyielding, trapping you in place.

"Yeah, Shouto," Tenko rasped. You panted against his palm.

"Dinner is almost ready," Shouto stated, finishing and washing his hands.

"Tell Shuichi to make another plate for my girlfriend," Tenko said when he yanked your face towards him, your agonized whimpering dying beneath his demanding lips. He felt your body tense as you neared climax. You whined in delight in his mouth. It was too much for him. His tongue expertly moved with his hands.

"Girlfriend?" Shouto asked.

Tenko pulled away long enough to growl, "Read a room, Shouto." Shouto shrugged and left. Tenko's passion doubled. Your mewls grew to a crescendo vibrating on his tongue as he brought you to the edge and over, your orgasm washed over you, leaving you shaking with bliss beneath him.

"Your clit is sucking on me," he groaned. Tenko let out a guttural moan of pleasure as his climax hit him. His cock was throbbing, shooting streams of cum along your belly, between your breasts, and on the shower wall. His body sagged against you, breathing heavily, as he held you tight in a lover's embrace. He had never cum so hard and with so much pleasure before. He stared into your eyes, it was a mask of ecstasy, and he almost thought it was impossible that you were truly here, writhing in pleasure because of him. You are an angel that tugged at the lead ball of hate in his stomach. Your face twisted in rage equal to his own, and you weakly smacked at him.

"You said Touya's room was on the other side," you snide at him. His rage tugged back when you reminded him you were only here because of Touya. He doesn't understand why that pisses him off, but it does. He laughed in your face hoping you would cry.

"Not my fault you are a slutty airhead who can't figure out a simple layout," He grinned. You spin on your heels about to leave, surprising him, when he yanked you back, "Where are you going? To show him how you are covered in jizz."

Tenko's harsh words were like daggers, but as he carefully wiped the cum off you, a deep ache grew in your chest. You could feel your emotions stirring, unsure if it were a spark of sadness or something more. He quickly washed and dried your hair with a strange tenderness that left you limp in his arms. Tenko even helped dress you in his hoodie and sweats while your clothes were washing. You looked frumpy and didn't want the others to see how plain you are.

"Tenko," you said timidly, catching his attention, "These clothes are not cute. Can I eat here?"

"So? What do I care? You're going to eat with us in  my clothes because you are my girlfriend. Are you breaking our deal? Even when we are pretending you are still mine. Should I go tell him," he hissed. You are shocked by his sudden anger. You can feel the blood drain from you when he threatened you. You were even more surprised when he gripped your cheeks harshly and made you look in the mirror, "If he can't see how cute you are, then he doesn't deserve you."  

You felt caught off guard as Tenko's strong arms embraced you, squeezing you tightly. His cheek rested in the crook of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. You started to feel butterflies in your stomach as his warm breath tickled your skin. His hug drew out a few minutes too long for comfort, and you began to question his erratic behavior went drastic changes in mood within a matter of moments. Is he bipolar? The way he put you on a rollercoaster of ups and downs made you wonder.

"Ten," you breathed. You felt yourself melting in his embrace.

"I'll give you something cute to wear," he whispered before he mauled you. He wasn't gentle when he first sucked at your neck. He then moved his lips away and gently sucked on your skin, leaving a hickey that would last for days. Then he softly caressed your bare skin with his fingertips. His hands glided from your shoulders to the back of your neck. As they stopped for a moment, he kissed your neck passionately, where he left his mark.

A shiver ran through your body as you felt his warm breath on your skin. He lightly brushed his lips against your neck and then kissed you deeply. His tongue tormented you in the most wonderful way, sparking an intense desire within you. He continued to entice your neck with his lips, and his hands explored your body, sending you further into bliss, and she never wanted it to end. You gasped in pleasure, and he felt her body heat up with desire.

He laughed a deep, throaty chuckle as he pulled away from you, leaving you burning with desire. You glared at him in shock, your cheeks burning, and he responded by throwing his head back and laughing even harder. You spun away from him, unable to contain the rage and frustration, and picked up a nearby object to express your anger. You threw it at him with fury, and he scurried away.

"See you downstairs!" He shouted as he ran away like a child.

"Jerk!" you shout, picking up something hard and velvety. You see it's your comb and clutch it to your chest. You hesitantly open the box to find the hair comb Tenko had given you as a gift. No matter how mad you are that he left you marked and wet between your legs. You can't throw this. Instead, you pick up your phone and call your mom.

"I fell and messed up my skirt. Tenko invited me to stay for dinner while my clothes are in the wash. I'm going to be late," you tell her.

"Ok, sweety," she said. You add the comb to your hair. Yes, you will give it back. But right now, you want to wear it because Tenko gave it to you. You look in the mirror, wiping his cold saliva off and adjusting the comb in your hair before you go downstairs. It was awkward at first, Shouto staring at your neck while Touya seemed to leer at you in general.

"Thanks for the meal," you say to Shuichi. Shuichi blushed as he took away the dishes.

"Let me help you with those," you say, getting up.

"I better take my turn, too," Touya says, standing beside you. Your heart feels like it will stop. It's easier being near Touya now, but he still sends your heart racing, and you feel a warmth inside, more natural than ever. You can't help but be aware of Tenko's burning gaze on your back as you both tackle the chore of washing dishes. Touya bumps you with his elbow and grins. You panic, flailing, blushing, and sputtering apologies. He leans in close and whispers, "You're rather cute. That's a pretty comb."

Your mind was in a complete fog and jumbled, struggling to interpret what he said and meant. Was he flirting or casually remarking on the cuteness of your comb? Was your stupid behavior cute, and he is just being nice? You were so flustered it was embarrassing. Your mind raced when Shuichi stepped between you mercifully. Embarrassment flooded your face. Then, as if sent from the heavens, Shuichi stepped in.

"I'll take over. I was hoping I could beg you to make another one of your delicious deserts?" Shuichi said with the largest puppy eyes. You loved him so much in that moment. He made you giggle and got you out of your head.

"We have a lot of leftover rice. Hey, Shouto, want to help me?" you ask. The kid looks wide eyed in surprise that anyone remembers he's there. It makes you want to smack Tenko for yelling at him when you were in the shower. The memory suddenly made you flush. You turn to Touya and smile, "The comb is a gift from Tenko."  

Shuichi went out for energy drinks because he and Tenko were having a gaming night. Shouto was a great helper. You made rice pudding, and it was a big hit. He told you his whole life story, and you nearly cried.

"I think your dad sounds like a fuckhead," you gritted. Blushing and apologizing, Shouto smiled wryly, reminding you of Touya.

"Thank you. He is a fuckhead," Shouto beamed. You are chatting with him about school when his eyes dart around, and then he leans in and whispers, "You should forget about my brother."

"Shouto, Time to get you home. Come on." Touya interrupts before you can ask Shouta what he means.

"It was nice meeting you," Shouto says, joining Touya by the door. You nearly jump out of your skin then a pair of possessive arms wrap around you from behind.

"Once your clothes dry, we should be getting you home too," Tenko said as he slid closer and whispered with a sly glint in his eyes, "We can play in my room until then."

His words sent a spark of electricity through your veins, your mind spinning with the promise of unknown pleasure. You are starting to get attached to the 'play' Tenko likes. You nervously shoved him away, panic swelling within you, aching with temptation. How could you keep your head straight when the thought of entwining with Tenko sets your body on fire? You were starting to get too attached to these new sensations. The sudden fear of being too vulnerable to the temptation of his touch made you queasy. You had to be sure of what you felt before surrendering your heart entirely to Tenko.

"I only told my mom I would be here for dinner. I can give you your clothes back at school. Besides, I think I look cool," you tell him, striking a cool pose. He narrowed his eyes.

"I know an excuse when I hear one. You were begging not to be seen in it a moment ago. Should we invite Touy-(smack)" With a resounding crack, you slapped Tenko across his smug face. No longer would you tolerate his never-ending threats when you simply had stood your ground. You had wanted to like him so much that you had even considered making the relationship real. In the long run, this is best for both of your relationship, even if it ends up being only pretend.

"I'm sorry! I saw something stupid on your face," you barked. Tenko's hand froze against his cheek as he stared in shocked silence. Touya's smoky laughter filled the room from the doorway, causing Tenko to whirl around and face him.

"You guys fight like a married couple. I need your help, Ten," Touya said, pointing outside. You went to get your bag walking out into a full-blown tantrum.

"It's not my fault the tire is flat. I would catch the sub, but Shouto must be home by curfew. You know how my dad is and what he will do to us both," Touya says.

"Tough. Sounds like a you problem. I have to get my girlfriend home," Tenko said, walking away and grabbing your arm.

"Come on, man. I'll walk her home, and you take Shouto on Akira," Touya said. Touya stood in front of you, blocking your way, desperation written all over his face. Tightening your grip on Tenko's sleeve, you look at Shouto and see his tortured expression, looking absolutely miserable. You know, in their increasingly complicated situation, they would both inevitably face harsh repercussions for this. After what you heard about their father, you could only imagine the hell they would catch. Your gut wrenches at the thought of it. Tenko looks murderous, but when he sees your stern expression, he becomes his usual stony self.

"I don't like how you yelled at him earlier," you started.

"You know why I did," Tenko was making excuses, and you raised your hand to stop. You gritted your teeth, blazing at Tenko, your hands balled into fists at your sides.

"You're right. But I will not forgive you if you abandon that poor boy," you hissed through clenched teeth. Tenko met your gaze, pleased with the items on your body that had once been his. His clothing, hair comb, and love bite are a reminder of your shared bond. Yeah, him having blackmail. He reminds himself and caves into your silent will, retrieving his massive red ninja motorcycle, which you realize must be Akira. You stifled laughter because, of course, he would name his bike and name his bike that of all things.

You and Touya take the Subway in eerie silence. Touya was on his phone for most of the trip until you were in a spot where you didn't get service.

"You're cooking is the best," he said out of nowhere as you started down your street. You blush and stare at your feet, fidgeting nervously.

"I'm not as good as my mom. Her quirk is called domestic goddess. Anything she pours her love into comes out perfect. Specifically, if it's for someone she loves," you brag.

"Is that your quirk too?" Touya asked. His icy blue eyes are pinning you. You gave him a stupid grin and looked away before you fall into them.

"Maybe..." You said coyly, barely able to look Touya in the eye and stifling a giggle, your heart already fluttering in anticipation. Then, out of nowhere, a drunk driver swerved towards the sidewalk where you stood. Before you had a chance to understand what was going on, Touya flung himself in front of you, shielding your body with his own as a reflex. His chest was pressed right up against yours, and you could only make small, scared whimpers in response.

"Hey, Fucker!" He screamed after the car. Tsking and gritting his teeth, "Don't worry. I got his plates, and I'm reporting him right now. Are you ok?"

"Um. Um…uh, uh, uh…ummm, so close, eep," you squeaked. Touya's gaze lingered, an intense heat radiating from his body and into yours. His lips curled into a smirk, something dark and wicked and almost too much to bear, as his icy blue eyes filled with desire. You could feel your heart stop in your chest, his presence consuming you as you writhed under him, overcome by an immense wave of confusion. Why isn't he stepping away?

His eyes trail over you, and the mischievous smirk deepens. 

"Damn, you're cute as hell," he whispers, thick and husky. "Like a little mouse." He pauses and searches your face, his gaze stirring something deep within your core. "I wish I'd seen you first," he muses. "Tenko sure knows how to sniff out the good girls. He's got primo taste," he finishes, delivering a playful wink and carrying your heart away with it. Caressing your jawline with a gentle hand as you tilt your head back to be bathed in his gaze. His lips so close to yours, "We should exchange numbers."

"Num-number? W-w-what other girls?" You asked, trembling. Touya finally stepped back, with your phone in his hand, sending a text to himself before he answered, handing your phone back.

"I shouldn't say anything. But keep me in mind in case of the worst. You are his longest-known "girlfriend," Touya said, turning to head to the subway. In truth, it was do you couldn't see how much he was enjoying baiting you. You grabbed the corner of his jacket.

"What other girls," you seethe.

"Well, you didn't hear it from me. But if you stick around long enough, eventually, the truth will come out anyways. But there's a reason why there are so few girls in the gamers club, and that's all I'm going to say about my dear friend Tenko. You're clearly his girl. I mean, I knew he gave you that comb before you told me. I have to bounce. But text me when you are inside, safe. Later little mouse," Touya said as he walked away, the pounding of his racing heart the only noise that followed. Touya quickly left, leaving you alone with a flurry of unanswered questions.

You ran into your house, slamming the door with a force that seemed to shake the building itself. Your legs felt heavy beneath you, and you crashed to the floor in a heap of emotion. Tears streamed down your face, and your screams echoed through the halls. Rage and depression battled for control within you, and despair seemed to win as the tears and screams came harder and faster than ever before.

Tenko had played another game with you, treating you like a living doll - dressing you up and toying with heart and sex, manipulating you to do what he desired. You don't understand why you feel this way but you hate everything. You screamed and ripped the comb from your hair, tossing it across the room. Your mom gasped in shock as she raced to you, cradling you in her arms, showering you in love and security. You looked up at her, clutching your chest, tears and snot streaking your face.

"Mommy," you said wearily, "What does it feel to have your heart broken?" She sighed and helped you to bed, informing you that it's something everyone experiences. "It hurts so badly," you sniffled.

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[lambydules]

Here we Go ! 

Pairings : Ominis Gaunt/OFC; Sebastian Sallow/OFC; Ominis/Sebastian/OFC

(deep friendship at first, we’ll have a lot of chapters to work to see where it goes!)

Summary:

Nix Corbyn was a good muggle girl and like a lot of girls, at the age of sixteen and not born lucky enough to get more education, she was made to mary a man soon. It was her only achievement to unlock in her life and she was about to accept it even if her childish full of imagination brain always wanted something different. Yet things changed, for the best, for the worse, she didn't know yet. The only thing she knew was that she certainly had no powers, no magic, why would she be offered the chance to attend a Wizards school? That's what she thought at first. The path of the stars was now open to her. And the boys she'll meet would become her two best and most shining stars to guide her through the night.

[The story will focus on developping characters, mine, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, their surrounding and more. And I'll try to create another storyline to fit with.]

Notes :  Hello there ! I have a lot of things to say about this before you would read : - Rated Mature for eventual other tags coming later. - English is not my native language and I might make a lot of mistakes, I'm very sorry about that, don't hesitate to give me some advices if you wish ! - The new student is far from being the same than in the game, I want to offer a different kind of character, a little bit of a mix between Harry Potter, Hogwarts Legacy and something else. - It will be not that canon and a little bit AU as I don't want to repeat the events of the game but try to propose something else (but keeping the backstory and problems of the game's characters) - I LOVE Sebastian and Ominis' characters, I want to write about them and make them evolve with my character, hope the fans will love it! - I know there is a lot of that kind of fanfics blooming already and I didn't read them yet, I hope it's not going to be too much repetitive. (But well everyone wants more golden trio with Ominis and Sebstian!) - I'll have fanarts to do to illustrate all of this - I'm sorry if I make mistake about some stuff of the Wizarding world and Harry Potter universe, I'm far from knowing everything about it. - This introduction is so long, sorry!

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and the water creeps to my chest

oh no i got really into Mumford & Sons during finals and accidentally wrote some slight angst for @throneofglassmicrofics 😂🫡

basic premise: canon AU where fae/mythical creatures don't exist but magic and arobynn do ;)

Prompt: "Deep End" // song: "Thistle & Weeds"

word count: 574

warnings: slight angst

enjoy!!

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The fire wouldn't come.

Aelin knew it could, and she knew that it had, and it wasn't. It wasn't coming. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many breathing or grounding exercises or how many mental doors she unlocked, her fire would not come.

Perhaps it sensed the danger lurking in the red-haired man across the training yard and refused to bend to the cold cunning in his eyes.

Aelin had been sixteen years old when Arobynn Hamel became the weapons master, and he'd been trying to train her in magic ever since, even though he had no magic and knew nothing about the finicky, delicate art of magical training. He'd seemed content to put the Crown Princess of Terrasen through grueling physical training instead for the last four years.

Until he got too greedy.

Until the whispers started.

Until the Crown Princess unexpectedly became Queen and the whispers broke into shouts.

"It's simply...not budging," Aelin called across the training yard, weariness weighing down her voice.

Arobynn's lip curled in badly veiled disgust. "Disappointing, Aelin. Simply disappointing." Ordinarily, the insult would be enough to push her into a tidal wave of wildfire, but all it did was drop heavily upon her weighted shoulders. "Disappointing." He left, boots clicking against the stone steps.

Aelin let her sword tumble to the ground with a dull clang and made it a few jerky strides before she crumpled to the ground, her back flush against the sun-warmed stone of the far wall. Dark, shadowy clouds obscured the sunlight, and the summer air thickened to bursting, becoming heavy with the coppery scent of a storm.

She didn't have the strength to move.

Fat, lazy raindrops dripped slowly from the sky, plopping against the worn gray stones and sand of the training yard and the sweat-soaked material of Aelin's tunic and pants. She cupped her hands, catching the drops, overpowering grief crashing into her as she remembered her mother teaching her to catch the rain.

You may not have all of the water gift, my Fireheart, but anyone can hold the rain.

The queen tipped her head up to the sky as the rain thickened, its rapid patter splashing onto her face, mingled with the tears that slid down her face like the summer shower. I miss you, Mum. So much.

Eyes closed, the storm soaking through her clothes, Aelin felt the darkness close in on her, battering the wavering shreds of her faith. First the crown, now the wildfire--everything was being ripped from her fragile grasp. Even though it was late summer, even though the rain could barely touch the sand and stones before it soaked into nothing, she felt like the water was creeping up her chest, inexorably pulling her into its dark depths.

She was so...alone.

Unbidden, unprompted, heat rose up through Aelin's cupped hands, tiny sparks dancing around her fingertips. She cracked open her heavy eyes, released half a shuddering breath, and watched as the sparks kindled into tongues of flame, tiny dancing flickers of light and color amid the pouring rain. We are always with you, Fireheart, whispered a pair of voices in the depths of her heart.

The wildfire brightened, dancing higher, stronger, mirroring the hope that the queen grasped ahold of as she tugged herself to her feet, flames wreathing her hands and her brow, and picked up her sword.

She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

And she would not be afraid.

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