#fucking off to ****** so i have to replace her while ALSO taking her place w a whole bunch of work stuff AND being on the search committee w

[pepprs]

my onboarding has been a complete and total fucking mess it’s so stressful i want to just explode. lol

#purrs #finally got on payroll but can’t submit my time sheet bc my last student / intern timesheet WHICH SHOULDNT EVEN BE THERE bc i was in my #transitional position!! is still in my timesheet center and i already filled out a docusign time sheet for that pay period so i shouldn’t ha #have to worry abt it but i can’t submit any timesheets until that blank one gets removed by someone in payroll but a lot of ppl are on #vacation so im like wtf lol. im now on the first day of my 4th week and still haven’t gotten the email to sign up for benefits which iwwas s #supposed to get in my 2nd or 3rd week and i literally need to make appointments and figure out what im paying for counseling. still haven’t #found a carpool bc that fucking asshole wants to charge me $100 for a months worth of rides which i think is overpriced personally and also #he creeps me out but i can’t search for another carpool bc there isn’t a group for staff / faculty to like ask questions and this guy was #supposed to be my connection to helping me find staff / faculty in Columbia but instead he just inserted himself and it’s like i kinda hate #you and don’t want to ride with you but i literaly don’t think i have a choice. and then ofc my supervisor decides to leave RIGHT NOW so its #like i have to go out and find a ‘cultural contact’ who can get me acclimated to staff life bc she was supposed to do it and now she’s #fucking off to ****** so i have to replace her while ALSO taking her place w a whole bunch of work stuff AND being on the search committee w #which is launching this week. and im just about to punch something. this process has been so turbulent and frustrating i just want to be #settled in and instead km hitting roadblocks every step of the way and ppl including my close colleagues are still tagging me in my student #email when they don’t have to and they KNOW i hate it and want to have my staff email show up as much as possible. lol. ughhhhhh #i keep telling myself it’s like stars. my student star has gone out but the light takes time to travel to earth and it’s gonna keep hitting #for a while and im gonna have to deal w that. but in a couple months time god willing it’ll feel better. meanwhile i have completely paused #my quest to earn my permit and find a place to live bc i just can’t handle it rn and also im isolating myself again lolllll. so things are n #not good and im scared my counselor is only gonna give me 30 minutes like last time and spend most of it talking… we’ll see. i have more #thoughts but if i don’t go now i will be late for work lol 😃✌️

[dreamofjoys]

— 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉'𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝘿

Synopsis: The dragons have decided to stake their claim on you by making you the mother of their children. They take turns to lay their eggs in you.

Characters involved(NOT separated): Malleus (TWST) x Zhongli (Genshin) x Neuvillette (Genshin) x DanHeng (HSR) x DanFeng (HSR) x Fem reader

C/W: Poly relationship, dark content, SMUT (spicy level -99), oviposition, knotting, masturbation, creampie, blowjob

A/N: I wanna write more oviposition for every dragon ppl but it's too time consuming. So i said fuck it and make them all in one shot. I badly wanted to include Danfeng so hehehehhehehehehhee also, it's short.

DO NOT READ / DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH CONTENT! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU MAKE ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS (esp when I already stated the warnings) minors go away please.

"Is she okay?" Zhongli murmurs, placing his forefinger on his chin, tilting his head slightly while staring at your fucked out expression. He was confused why you were staring up at the ceiling with your mouth open wide, as if his rock hard dick wasn't nestled inside your pussy. "She will be fine, Im going to give her a treat." Danfeng taps his dick lightly on your lips, and you obediently took his whole length inside your mouth, sucking it like an ice cream popsicle.

"If she can still suck you off like that, I guess she is fine." Malleus groans, the sight of another man fucking your throat while your pussy greedily sucking onto a dragon's dick was so hot, he fist onto his dick faster, feeling himself climax as his cum starts spurting out. He aims it at your body, wanting to paint you in white by the end of this session.

You didn't know how you got into this situation, but somehow your dragon boyfriends have decided to come into an agreement to claim you properly, in a dragon way. And really, what are dragons famous for? Laying eggs inside their non dragon partner! And now, you find yourself laying on your shared bed naked along with your boyfriends. Zhongli is currently the one egging you while you were giving Danfeng a blowjob. DanHeng, Malleus and Neuvillette were busy masturbating themself, waiting for their turn to fuck you.

"Hnnngh, ah-" Your body shakes, feeling Zhongli's dick getting bigger and bigger inside while something small and hard was pushing through your vaginal walls, and into your womb. You tried moving away, but find yourself unable to do so... it's almost as if you had become one with Zhongli!

"Sweetie, are you trying to move away from Zhongli?" Neuvillette whispers into your ear, feeling a little bad for your situation. "He is knotting you right now, that's why he feels big. It's to prevent the female from escaping while we lay our eggs inside you. Bear with us, alright?" Neuvillette kisses your cheek, and you watch as he starts creaming around his hand while you swallowed down the cum that Danfeng had dumped in you.

"Im done, Danheng, you are next." The archon finally pulls out, and you whined at the loss but was quickly replaced with Danheng's thick and slender girth. "Im sorry Y/N, I'll make it haah quick." Danheng apologises, also feeling a little bad. But can he really make it quick when your walls are squeezing so unbelievably tight around him? Now he knows why Zhongli was taking his time to egg you. Neuvillette switches position with Danfeng, deep throating you with his cum coated dick. You gave him kitten licks on his girth, using your small hands to fondle on his balls while Neuvillette throws his head, once again groaning while he cums down your throat.

"Mhmmm, let me try this on her." Malleus interjects, latching his lips onto your nipples while he sucks onto them like how you would do to Neuvillette's dick. "Holy shit, she just came-" Danheng gasped, feeling your pussy milk around his cock. He was trying to be quick and push his egg in faster, but the sheer tightness and warmth around his dick had his head spinning and heart beat accelerating into madness. Your pussy feels like a personal cocksleeve.

You were sure that your back is going to break with how much you are arching them off, your moans were all swallowed down by Neuvillette's dick, drools leaking down from the side of your mouth since the man refuses to give you a break. You look at Zhongli and Danfeng who were busy masturbating themselves at the sight of your dishevelled state, seemingly cumming whenever they see your belly getting larger and larger with their eggs.

So spread your legs wider and open your mouth bigger. Your dragon boyfriends desperately wants to see your womb filled to the brim with their eggs.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #imagines #y/n #twst malleus #twst smut #genshin zhongli #genshin smut #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai smut #dan heng #danheng smut #dan feng #danfeng smut #imbibitor lunae #imbibitor lunae smut #zhongli smut #malleus draconia x reader #tw smut #hsr smut #ovipositor #fem reader #smut #tw dark content

[mommypieck]

Ok so this might be a lot but misaka, sasha, Ymir, historia are having a sleepover but it just so happens that y/n is the special guest but she doesn’t know what she’s in for.

"so y/n, tell me, is there any boy you like?" sasha asks, plopping down next to you on the bed. she throws her hands around your neck and pokes you into your side, making you squeak. you laugh at her behavior, cuddling into her side.

"no, i am not really into boys." you say under your breath, looking down at your lap. ymir whistles, crawling closer to you.

"we got ourself another gay," she laughs, lightning up her cigarette, "you want one?" you politely decline her offer, playing with your sleeves.

"it this your first time having a sleepover?" historia asks you, sitting in front of you. you have always liked her smile, she's the type of person that makes everyone fall for her.

"you're my only friends here." you confess. it's true, they are the only people who were eager to talk to you in the new school. you see ymir give mikasa a look you're not able to understand, but you just hope they also see you as friends.

"of course. we really love you." says historia, shuffling closer to give you a big hug. you feel emotional, you never had such amazing friends like these girls. you still felt unsure about the tension lingering in the air.

"mind if i take this off?" historia asks, not waiting for an answer and pulling her pink crop top over her head. you can't help but to glance on her bra clad boobs, the bra too small for her boobs.

"she's beautiful right?" ymir startles you, giving you a smirk. you stutter, not sure what to say, but sasha breaks the tention.

"your boobs are so firm too, look at them." sasha says, grabbing your right tit in her hand.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask her wide eyed. you didn't expect her to touch you like that but you aren't against it. her touch on your boobs feels good.

"let me touch her too." historia pouts as she takes your other boob in her hand. she looks you straight in the eyes while doing so, hypnotizing you with her gaze. you shiver a bit when you notice ymir glaring at you from behind historia. you've always thought those two were dating.

"you're really pretty." you feel hot breath on your neck from behind and your eyes meet mikasa's. she quickly undoes her bra, throwing it on the ground.

"who the fuck wear bra to a sleepover." ymir exclaims, sitting legs spread in front of you.

"you for example. sports bras are out of fashion." says historia as she nips at your breast. you moan loudly at her gesture, petting her hair out of her face. sasha pinches your nipple between her fingers, loving the noises you make.

you feel sashas hand rub at your core over your pyjama pants.

"she's so damp already." sasha asserts. you yelp when ymir grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling them off of you. "fuck." she breathes when her gaze meets your wet core.

"what made you so wet?" mikasa mumbles against your neck. you try to answer but the way they are all touching you just makes you let out a moan. ymir's fingers scoop your wetness and she puts it in her mouth to taste it.

"she's as sweet as she looks." she says, smirking down at you.

"not fair, i wanna taste her too." historia whines, pressing her manicured fingers to your pussy to taste you too. she moans when she tastes your juices.

"i wanna eat her out." she giggles, getting in between your legs but is shoved beside by sasha.

"i introduced herself to all of y'all, im gonna eat her out first." sasha says, diving in between your thighs. you fall back against mikasa's chest as sasha eats you out. mikasa busies herself by playing with your nipple while ymir fingers your clit. historia sits next to you with her own hand in her underwear, biting her lip at the imagine in front of her. sasha's lips smack with each stroke of her tongue, clearly enjoying the taste.

"anyone else wants a taste?" she asks suddenly, making historia jump out of her place. she quickly replaces sasha in between her legs, diving into your pussy as it was her last meal.

"fuck, if i knew you would be so eager to eat pussy, i would have kept you." ymir says, making historia give her a middle finger. mikasa's finger finds your clit and she rubs it in slow circles. you feel so close to orgasm and you know that it's gonna take only few more swipes of historia's tongue before you cum.

"i told you guys, she was a fucking slut from the first glance." ymir chuckles, grabbing your jaw to kiss you on the lips. that's your last straw. you cum undone between the girls, your pussy squirting in process. your whole body shakes from over stimulation as you lay between mikasa's legs.

"she's so cute." sasha tsks, giving you a little kiss on the lips.

#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #ymir smut #ymir x y/n #ymir x reader #historia reiss x y/n #historia reiss x reader #historia reiss smut #mikasa ackerman x y/n #mikasa ackerman x you #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman smut #sasha braus x you #sasha braus x reader #sasha braus smut

[moonalumi]

omg can u write high ellie getting distracted by u during a movie ^_^ maybe w clothed/partially clothed sex … also love ur work xox

mmm i love me some high ellie also SORRY FIR TAKING SO LONG TO DO THIS

high sub!top ellie getting distracted

warnings- ELLIE BEGGING ELLIE BEGGING GUYS AHHH um fingering (r and e receiving) they do it to each other at the same time, reader and ellie also compete for dominance kinda, ma / mama kink

a puff of smoke invades your nose and a coughing ellie causes you to lift up from your resting place on her chest.

“elll i was comfyyy” you complain as ellie chugs down a water, some of it spilling down her chin.

she lazily smile at you and brings you back down to lay on her, “i’m sorry baby… mm c’mere.” you feel ellie’s nose nuzzle into your hair and her damp lips leaving wet kisses on the back of your neck; to which you shudder and smack her arm.

“stop being horny and watch the movie. i’ve been wanting to watch it with you for a while.” you always try to be stern with her but when she gives you that adorable toothy smile it’s hard not to do whatever she asks you to.

“yknow it’s impossible for me to not be horny” ellie empthatizes her statement with a grip on your ass.

swatting her hand away you smack her again, “god you become a hornball when you’re high”

her hand finds the plush of your ass again, “please ma…” ellie adds with a whiny rasp to her voice, “we can pause the movie and then get right back to it after please”

oh she just knows what to say and do to convince you. ‘fuck you’ you think before you grab her hand and make her palm your pussy through your shorts; making ellie let out a low groan and start rubbing you.

“thank you mama thank you…fuck i need this”ellie’s fingers trail up then slide into the waistband of your shorts and panties, “gotta get this pussy nice and wet.” she whispers mostly to herself.

your pelvis jerks up when her long fingers circle around your hole that’s getting wetter and wetter by the second, then rub your slick back up, spreading your folds, and reaching your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

you let out soft little moans at her movements and burry your face in her neck. fingers clenching around her waist.

“you just get soaked so fast hmm baby…barely even started and it’s a whole water park.” ellie’s free hand beginning to slip under her boxers before you stop her and replace it with your own. jaw practically dropping after teasing your fingers around her hole and feeling the absolute mess she’s made of herself. those poor (lucky) boxers drenched in ellie’s arousal.

“fuck ellie..mphm.. you’re the one who’s a water park oh my god”

ellie moans and closes her thighs around your hand that’s now messily rubbing at her clit that’s thumping against your fingertips.

“tis’ all your fault…ohhh mmfuck!” her hips jerk up as you ease two fingers inside her, feeling her clench and gush around them.

ellie fingers fumble around between your legs and she plunges them inside you, base of her knuckles getting soaked by your slick.

the bed becomes a mess of moans and heavy breaths. creaking slightly at the movement of two horny girls grinding against each others messy fingers. the movie, now forgotten, still playing in the background.

“ellie please faster” you beg, pussy rubbing all over the palm of her hand as ellie obeys and fucks into you faster; you shortly following and causing ellie to squelch around your digits.

she spread her legs wider for you and circles her hips. her stomach caving in and abs flexing all in your view, “fuck fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“already?” you ask breathlessly as you attempt to go deeper, “barely even let me have my fun with you”

ellies eyes widen and she holds onto your wrist, “no no please don’t stop please please”

you giggle but get cut off by a hard thrust she gives your g-spot. a moan escapes your lips and your body jerks at every hard thrust she gives you. fingertips just hitting that spot perfectly and stretching you out perfectly making you lose the ability to even think and drool on her chest.

“yeah w-whos about to cum now hmm?” she says, trying to sound all tough and dommy but her voice just sounds too needy and shaky to convince you. especially cause she cuts herself off with a whimper as she start creaming around your fingers.

“j-just like that els..nghnn i-i’m gnna” one last thrust and you’re squirming and cumming with her. both of you fucking each other through your orgasms. both of your fingers pruned and sticky with each others cum.

slowing down and catch your breaths, ellie gives you a little forehead kiss before she pulls out and examines her hand. cum sliding down and onto her knuckles.

“look at that damn” ellie chuckles as you burry your face into her neck again.

“shut up you probably did worse” you mumble as now you drag out of her boxers. hand looking exactly like hers now.

ellie giggles and brings it up to her lips and suckles all the cum off it. slick now glistening on her lips.

“you gonna clean me up now too?”

#ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #the last of us #ellie x masc reader #elliensfw #high ellie #jackson ellie

[its-time-to-write]

how about a Jamie x reader fic when they go away to Amsterdam they sit together on bus and they wake up cuddling and then there’s an issue w hotel booking and there’s a one bed trope and they end up waking up cuddled together and then they admit feelings and reader goes to game with a tartt jersey on <3

I’ve been thinking about this forever, and I’m terribly sorry it took so long!! I do enjoy being an adult, but I’m at a point in life where I don’t have much free time and if I do, I use it to sleep😂

I really miss the days when Ted Lasso was still airing and the x reader tags had new content every day. I feel like that one meme of Thanos when he’s like “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” Shoutout to all y’all who are still here and reading my stuff! Love you!!

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It’s straight-up fucked. It really, really is. But also maybe it’s good, as Keeley pointed out, because not having a boyfriend anymore means you can focus on yourself?

Or something. 

Of course he had to break up with you right before leaving for Amsterdam. Hell, he broke up with you because you were leaving for Amsterdam. 

“I don’t want you going to another country with a bunch of other guys,” he had said. “It’s them or me.”

“It’s literally my job,” you told him. 

Apparently, that didn’t matter. 

But what-fucking-ever, you’re at Keeley’s waiting for a car to take you to the airport, and she’s promised to make sure you don’t think about your stupid ex even once. 

It’s times like these you wish Ted were still here with a spot-on pun and some dad-type advice. All you ever get from Beard is a weird anecdote and a vaguely threatening look. 

Keeley chatters on for the entirety of the ride to the airport, through customs, and all the way to the lounge. 

“You’re gonna get loads of great content for the socials, babe. Candids, action shots, behind-the-scenes. Friendlies are fucking amazing!”

Last time Richmond were in Amsterdam, they had lost horribly. They’re hoping to make up for it this time around. 

The plane is full of Greyhounds, both footballers and coaches alike, with Rebecca at the very front. Keeley plops done in the seat next to her as Dani waves at you from the middle. 

“I saved you a seat!” he calls. You smile as Sam takes your bag to put it in the overhead. “Thanks, Dani. You excited?”

Dani grins. “I think this time I am ready to see a whole field of tulips!”

You laugh as the lads roll their eyes. Jamie leans across the aisle toward you and says, “Oi, what’s the twat doing while you’re away?” 

You press your lips into a thin line. “Not a clue.”

He raises an eyebrow and says, “You break up with him?”

“He broke up with me.”

Jamie twists his face into a scoff. “And you wonder why I call him the fucking twat. Prick. Bet it was so he could finally fuck his coworker.”

You shrug. Jamie’s never liked your boyfriend. It’s not like you were together long, only a few months. And sure, he was a little bit of a twat, but sue you. You had a special place in your heart for pricks with a heart of gold, only he didn’t even have a heart at all. 

“You should date someone better,” Jamie continues. 

You glare at him and retort, “Oh yeah, because it’s just that easy. You got some one in mind?”

Jamie gives you his most angelic look and says, “What about me?” which makes half the plane dissolve into laughter, yourself included. 

“Cheers, Jamie,” you say as you wipe your eyes. “I needed that.”

A strange look crosses his face, but it’s quickly replaced by his usual cocky expression. “Anytime, love,” he replies as you turn to start a conversation with Dani. 

As much as you’d like that, Jamie would never date you. His joke stings a little but you brush it off. Maybe you’ll find another twat in Amsterdam to distract yourself from the fact that you’re half in love with Jamie Tartt.

—

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a booking under you name,” the hotel concierge says.

You tap your nails to your wrist. “Are you positive? I’m with AFC Richmond, they should’ve had one.”

The concierge taps on his computer for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I’m afraid we don’t have anything. And all of our rooms are booked this weekend. Might I recommend the hotel down the road?”

Damn it. There’s no way this is happening. Everyone else has gotten to their rooms without a hitch and here you are, alone in the lobby as you pull out your phone to call Keeley. There’s no way this is fucking happening. 

“Everything alright?” asks a voice behind you, and you jump. 

“They don’t have a room for me, and they’re fully booked,” you explain. 

Jamie looks at the concierge, who shrugs apologetically, then back to you. He asks, “Why don’t you share with me?” and you frown. 

“I thought you were rooming with Declan,” you say. 

Jamie lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, but he switched with Richard because O’Brien fucking snores and he don’t give a shit.”

You say, “So you’re with Richard, then,” and he shakes his head. 

“Nah, Richard’s with Jan.”

“I thought Dani was with Jan,” you say. These fucking footballers. What’s the point in having set rooms if they’re just going to switch it all up.

“Dani is with Jan,” Jamie says patiently, as if this all the most obvious thing in the world. “But Dani’s a cuddler, so he’s probably going to fucking end up with, I don’t know, Isaac or someone. Which means I get a room all to meself.”

“Right,” you say slowly. “Alright, I can do that. As long as you don’t mind.”

Jamie winks. “Sharing a room with a pretty girl for four days? Ain’t a problem, love.”

You laugh and follow him to the elevator.

—

It feels a bit like playing with fire, agreeing to room with Jamie. Especially since you’re freshly single and definitely open to a rebound. But there will be two beds and a lot of space and anyway, you’ll be busy with the match and social media, respectively. 

Except as soon as you walk through the door, you realize there’s a tiny little hitch.

“There’s one bed,” you blurt out, so surprised you’re unable to filter your words. Jamie blushes a little bit as he says, “Yeah, um, Cockburn and I hate sleeping alone, so we asked for one. He grew up sharing a bed with his brothers and I just fucking hate being alone. I can sleep on the couch if you want.”

“No,” you say firmly, “you need good rest. It’s not a problem.”

It’s not a problem. 

Or at least it wouldn’t have been if Isaac had been a shittier captain. 

But as it is he’s great, so he’s got the whole team going out to dinner at a pre-determined location complete with a dress code of no t-shirts and apparently you count as part of the team, so you have to go too. You’re in your massive bathroom trying to curl your disgusting travel hair when Jamie walks in wearing one of those white hotel bathrobes.

He asks, “You mind if I’m in here?” so you shake your head, struck temporarily mute by his bare clavicle. Fucking hell, you feel like a repressed Victorian woman. 

Jamie says, “Mint,” and goes about his alarmingly detailed skincare routine. You’re pretty sure you’re done with your hair so you crane your neck in an attempt to check the back. 

“Missed a spot,” Jamie says. “Want me to get it for you?”

You shoot him a dubious look but hand him the curler. He runs a hand through your hair, picking up the offending strand and it’s all you can do not to shiver. 

“Mum taught me,” he explains and you nod ever so slightly, not wanting him to accidentally burn your neck. Jamie says, “All good,” and runs his whole hand through your hair this time, making the curls bounce. 

You choke out, “Thanks,” and hurriedly put away your things, desperate to leave before Jamie can pick up on the fact that you can barely handle being in the same room as him, and that you have great concerns about what the night will bring. 

—

“You look fucking hot,” is the first thing Rebecca says when you meet her in the lobby. Keeley looks mildly offended that Rebecca took the words out of her mouth, but she just laughs and taps your arm. 

“Gonna break a few hearts tonight, yeah?” she grins.

You’re not sure about that, especially since dinner turns out to be a very domestic affair. It’s loud, sure, but it’s definitely toned down since it’s a pre-match celebration instead of a post-match one. You’re with Sam, Keeley, and Roy with Jamie far, far away. You push all thoughts of him from your brain only for memories of your ex to surface. You frown. 

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Roy says and for a moment, you think he’s talking to you. But he’s actually talking to Jamie who has moved from his place across the restaurant to right behind your chair. 

“Fuck off grandad,” Jamie says good-naturedly. “Wanted to tell this one that some of the lads are going out dancing after this. Not too late,” he hastily adds at Roy’s burning scowl, “just for two hours and we’re only allowed one drink.”

You’re pretty sure that’s a bit more liberal than Roy likes, but he nods his head slightly so he must be in a good mood.

“So, you coming?” Jamie asks and before you can reply Sam and Keeley chorus, “Yes she is.”

You give Keeley a Look before turning back to Jamie. “Guess I am,” you reply.

The smile Jamie gives you does more to make your head spin than any amount of alcohol you’ve had in your lifetime.

—

Jamie has taken it upon himself to wipe that frown off your face. He might have been watching you over dinner and that might have been why he chose that exact moment to invite you out, but he’ll never fucking admit it to anyone except Sam. And Keeley. And maybe Cockburn when it was the off-season and they were a little tipsy. (But not drunk, never drunk.) 

So yeah, sue him if he’s spinning you around on the crowded dance floor just because it makes you laugh. It’s not his fault that he’s been wildly in love with you since the day Higgins hired you. It’s not his fault that you’re easy to be around and have the most beautiful smile he’s seen in his life. 

And fuck, it certainly isn’t his fault you can’t see in yourself what others do. Why you settled for a piece of shit like your ex, he’ll never know. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do his best to show you how special you are. He knows you’ll never feel the same about him, but maybe he can help you level up your standards. Maybe if you’re with someone good, it’ll hurt less that it’s not him. 

So he lets you hold his hand for the entirety of the two hours that the team is out and doesn’t say a word when you don’t let go in the cab back to the hotel. 

You’ve gotten that closed-off look in your eyes again, the one that means you’re thinking about your ex, so Jamie knocks his shoulder into yours and asks why he can’t have the password to the team’s Instagram account, which is a sure fire way to get you to lecture him on irresponsibility and aesthetics and the best way to get your eyes to come back to life.

—

Honestly, it’s easier to fall asleep than you might have expected. It’s a big bed and you’re fucking tired. 

You just didn’t expect to wake up in the middle of the night crying, but it’s always fucking like this when you go through a breakup. You go to sleep fine and wake up sad, so you do your best not to wake up Jamie except you’ve both ended up entangled in each other’s arms, so he can feel you shaking. 

“Hey,” Jamie says in a soft voice, “You’re okay, love.”

You half expect him to push you away once he realizes you’re so close, but he only pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your forehead. Maybe it’s because you’re both half-asleep, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world. 

You sigh and settle into him, drifting off in a matter of moments. 

—

You wake up to a pair of blue eyes watching you. 

“How you feeling?” Jamie asks, voice gravelly with sleep. 

You just blink at him. It’s hard to form coherent sentences within the first ten seconds of waking up, and even harder with the memory of Jamie’s arms around you last night. 

Wait. Not just the memory. The present reality because neither of you have moved. 

Jamie misinterprets your silence and begins to extricate his arms.

“Sorry,” he says, “I’m not to trying to like, cross and fucking boundary or something. Should’ve left you alone.”

You’re still not awake enough to talk so you grab him to stop him from moving away. He gives you a questioning look so you say, “I wouldn’t have agreed to share a bed if I thought you were a creep.”

Jamie grins. “So like, if Jan had offered to share a room you’d’ve said no.”

You wrinkle your nose as you say, “Jan’s not a creep.”

“He’s the fucking worst,” Jamie grumbles, “And anyway, can we not talk about Jan fucking Maas this early in the morning?”

“Sure,” you say, “let’s talk about something else.”

Despite your comment, you both lapse into silence. You’re enraptured by Jamie’s blue eyes. You’ve never been able to study them this close before, and you want to take this opportunity to memorize every fleck of green. 

Jamie seems to have a similar thought, except his gaze flicks to your lips. 

“I have morning breath,” you tell him and he says, “Real men don’t give a shit, babe,” before leaning forward.

It’s softer than you’d expected, sweeter. 

It’s also strange to think that you’re making out with Jamie in bed, and that he’s the one who initiated it.

The thought is so absurd that you giggle, mid-kiss. Jamie breaks away and says, “Oi, there’s no way that was a shit kiss.”

“No,” you say between giggles, “it’s just weird that we’re doing this. Like, how are we supposed to look each other in the eye after?”

Jamie moves so he can look at you better, and you roll from your side to your back. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“Oh come on, we share a room and a bed, we kiss because I have all these sad feelings and you’re feeling a lot of emotions about the match, and then we have to work together after. It’s silly.”

Jamie cocks his head. “That’s what you think is happening?”

“Yes?” you say. None of this is going how it’s supposed to. “What do you think is happening?”

“I like you,” he says, and there is absolutely no mistaking his meaning. 

“Oh,” you reply in a small voice. “Since when?”

“Since before you started dating the twat. When Higgins introduced ya to the team.”

“That’s a fucking long time ago!” you exclaim. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Jamie rubs his face. “Yeah, ‘cept you showed up to work tellin’ everyone how you started dating the twat. And I ain’t a home wrecker.”

You groan. “Fuuuck. I literally only dated him to try to get over you.”

Jamie shoots up. “What?!”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’ve been like a little bit in love with you ever since you winked at me during that first promo I did.”

Jamie blows out a breath. “Okay. Think that’s enough talking. C’mere. We’re making out proper, like, then we’re going to breakfast.”

You grin as you climb onto his lap. 

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[gunnerfc]

Christen Press NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

You spend time after sex getting her anything she needs or running a bath for her and she loves hearing you tell her that she did so good taking you

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Christen’s favorite body part is her legs, she loves wrapping her strong legs around your body when you fuck her

Her favorite body part of yours is your arms, having you pin her down or wrapping her hands around your arms while you fuck her drives her crazy

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

She’ll make the strongest eye contact with you when she cleans her cum off your fingers and she’ll pull you down to kiss her when she’s done

D: Dirty Secret 

Christen loves when you get a little rough with her, especially if you’re feeling a bit jealous

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

Christen is experienced and the times when she’s pleasuring you, it shows

F: Favorite Position 

Christen loves riding your face and will take any chance you give her to do so

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Christen is always so giggly that she can’t help but giggle during sex but it wears off the more you pleasure her and her moans replace her giggles

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with Christen is so intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Christen gets herself off often when you aren’t home and she can’t stop thinking about you and how well you fuck her

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Praise, Christen thrives off hearing you praise her for literally anything, and that translates in the bedroom as well

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Anywhere in your apartment, she doesn’t like the idea of someone walking in on you

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Simply making out with you is enough to turn her on

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Christen doesn’t want to do anything that could result in a lot of pain

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Christen loves receiving, having you between her legs as she has her hands tangled in your hair drives her crazy

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Slow and sensual all the time, you love taking your time with making her feel good

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

They usually happen right before you leave the house because you two can’t keep your hands to yourselves

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Not really, she would have to be really into the idea for you two to try it

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

It changes if you had a busy day or week then the rounds are shorter but if you had the day off then you two can go for a few longer rounds

T: Toys 

You have a strap you use all the time as well as a vibrator

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You tease Christen more than she teases you because you love the sound of her begging and whining for you to let her cum

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Christen can be really loud sometimes and you wouldn’t be surprised if someone has overheard you before

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

You two had sex in an airplane bathroom one time and while Christen hates the idea of someone walking in on you, she did find the possibility of it happening extremely sexy

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s more in the middle, she loves having sex with you but she also likes just relaxing with you doing nothing

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Christen falls asleep pretty fast after sex, especially if you two went for longer than norma

#woso x reader #uswnt x reader #christen press x reader #christen press

[p1nkc4tb0t]

OK GUYS IMMA GO ON A RANT ABT THE NOVEL UNWIND, OK? OK.

HOLY SHIT.

guys it was so fucking good i swear.

ok so yeah, warning spoilers n shit. yeah.

ok so i really like the concept of the whole Bill of Life thing, unwinding especially.

like holy smokes was it good.

OK SO IK ITS NOT THE MOST POPULAR NOVEL I DONT THINK SO FOR MY MOOTS WHO R SEEING THIS THIS IS THE GENERAL CONCEPT: since abortions r banned pretty much, ppl either “stork” unwanted children or “unwind” children when they became unwanted. like the story starts off abt three unwinds, being unwound for completely different reasons. Connor was like, a troublesome kid and his parents just didn’t want that so they signed the orders to get him unwound. i missed why Risa was unwound but im pretty sure the state house just didn’t have much room for her anymore(she got storked there i think. she really didn’t grab my attention at the beginning sadly). Lev came from a Christian family, and churches make everyone sacrifice one of their children for God by unwinding them second they turn 13, Lev being one of them(it’s considered an honor)

OK SO the concept of storking is that, the mother delivers a child, doesn’t want it, leaves it at some person’s doorstep and then it’s “finders keepers.” however if they are caught they have to take the kid back and legally obliged to keep it. same with the finders keepers situation, got storked and ain’t no one at ur doorstep? legally obliged to keep it like it or not. however Connor’s parents once got storked and passed it into the neighbors house, and the baby rotated for a week and back to their house, but already sick and dying. Connor then gets traumatized and further on in the book he’s so overridden with the memory that when a bitch got storked she yell at them (Connor abd Risa) to take it back even tho the kid wasn’t theirs.

the concept of unwinding is that legally between 13-18 your guardians can send you to a harvest camp where you’re taken apart and given these parts to those who need it. like for example: you got unwound, taken to a harvest camp, they take your hands and give it to a guy who lost his across the fucking continent. ppl literally stopped trying to cure things, just replaced faulty organs with healthy ones. and no one really knows what’s going on in those harvest camps. do they kill you off immediately or do they wait and wait for weeks on weeks to get to you while you never know when’s your last day.

SO ANYWAY

I really like Connor’s relationship with Hayden, and tbh if they would make them canonically in love i’d be the happiest person on this planet. but again that would cause even further complications w the plot so i get it ig. but at the same time i don’t. Connor never really struck me as a cishet dude even from the beginning of the story, and though him abd Risa r a very good pair i’d just kinda like it more if they paired him up with Hayden. cuz first of all it would add on to tge reason he got unwound in the first place. abd like, i want a gay protagonist in a horror book is that really too much to ask?

same thing with Lev and CyTy, tho i see them more as moirails. yk, homestuck. heheh. no bc they’re so caring for eachother it’s crazy. but again i don’t see them in a romantic relationship, i just rlly like their dynamic. live laugh love how Lev was willing to go through with CyTy’s shit and vice versa.

Hayden and CyTy gotta b my fab characters frfr. anyway so CyTy’s name is actually Cyrus, but he has an eighth of a brain of a kid who got unwound and his name was Tyler. so like, he sometimes does things that Tyler would do but himself won’t, leading them to Tyler’s parents’ house and it actually made me tear up.

ALSO RISA IS AN EMO GINGER. NOT DEBATABLE. I DO NOT CARE IF IT CAN NEVER B CANON, I LIVE FOR EMO GINGER RISA.

GUYS THIS BOOK IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL GO READ IT

i NEED to make a Homestuck Unwind AU

(imma just tag 4 moots i think would find this interesting @hiddencattoes @kovuspams @r3z1l1c1ous @imgoingtoeatyourfirstbornchild sorry guys this felt necessary)

#unwind #neal shusterman #ramblings #various #im going feral #explodes #dawg be rambling

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I honestly can't get over how bad the game is on every level. I'm going to rant about it and then off the top of my head make this game that took a decade to release better to show how easy it is and what could have been.

The graphics look like shit, the character models look like shit, the ui is terrible, the gameplay is repetitive and the boss fights are just as copy-pasted. Why are you shooting every Justice League member with guns and why does it fucking work? Why bother with multiple playable characters when they all play the same?

Solution: You can easily make Deadshot the shooter and give him the best range while only using revolvers and pistols in melee, Harley can be a jack of all trades with high agility and acrobatic combat, explosives, some fun ranged crowd-control abilities with her fun gadgets and her hammer for melee. King Shark can be a tank and use grapples and do melee crowd control, but lacks any real ranged skills. Captain Boomerang can also be in-between like Harley but where she has a focus on melee skills with some ranged, he has mostly ranged skills with some melee.

Braniac brainwashing the Justice League is stupid and is clearly trying to ride the trend of "broooo what if superheroes were evil and dark bro, it's a deconstruction bro" that has oversaturated capeshit these days with series like Injustice, The Boys, and Invincible. Injustice is the biggest thing they're ripping off here, and since Injustice is a shitty aping of the Justice Lords, then have this game directly rip off that concept instead. My solution would be to not use the Suicide Squad for this kind of plot since they aren't anywhere near powerful enough to take on the Justice League in any capacity. But let's say you have to keep the Suicide Squad as the main group.

If you have to do this games as a service bullshit with multiple seasons, have this season be about rescuing the Justice League and having to deal with the Justice Lords/other interdimensional counterparts. Amanda Waller's Intel network and Lex Luthor are trying to find the original JL, who are being held prisoner in various places by the Justice Lords. In order to figure out how to defeat the Justice Lords, the Suicide Squad is sent on covert missions to each of the places the League members are being imprisoned. After you find a League member, a boss fight ensues with a minor villain from each hero's rogues gallery--in the Justice Lords' home universe, let's say that the villains were all either killed OR brainwashed into serving "the good guys" via torture or a brainwashing technique similar to Braniac in this game.

It's much more believable that the Suicide Squad (with the help of the Justice League and intel from waller, and gadgets from Lex Luthor) could team up against boss villains FIRST and then assist the League in a fight against the Lords in a later season. Lex supplies the Squad with kryptonite bullets and weapon upgrades against Lord!Superman, but he wants his Superman rescued because his ego won't let anyone else defeat the Man of Tomorrow. Lex is going to be the one to save Superman, use him, and never let him forget it. Instead of brainwashed Superman, you have to fight one of his villains like Doomsday. Braniac is the final boss of season 1, so after every boss fight you gain more of his tech in order for Lexcorp to research his weaknesses.

For Wonder Woman's boss replacement you can use Cheetah or Doctor Poison; Flash can use someone like Zoom, Batman can use Bane or Poison Ivy (which would make some major internal conflict for Harley), etc. At the end of each boss fight you can choose to spare the brainwashed villain and unlock them as a special attack where they show up on the field for a brief period, or kill them to get more Braniac tech and get stronger weapons for the final boss.

If you HAVE to keep the Justice League as boss fights, THEN CHANGE THE WAY THE BOSS FIGHTS WORK. WHY THE FUCK IS EVERY BOSS FIGHT JUST "SHOOT UNTIL HEALTH BAR GO DOWN" with brief dps checks in between???

For Flash, make it a fight where your main weapons are useless and you have to lure him into the boss fight in an environment prepared with traps. Have Waller and Lex's scientists create a material that can fuck with the Speed Force and temporarily disable it long enough to chip away at his health, and that you have to position your characters in front of and around traps to reduce his speed temporarily. Instead of Boomerang pissing on his corpse and making a joke about his big dick, have him feel strange about finally being able to kill his enemy and seeing the fastest man alive on his knees and a shell of what he stood for. Make each villain killing their hero bittersweet and not filled with Reddit tier humor.

Instead of Harley making a new strain of fear toxin that Batman isn't immune to (which makes no sense, as after AK he is immune to fear itself), use her connection with Poison Ivy from the comics. She's immune to Ivy's toxins and have her incorporate her blood into a strain that can adapt and overpower Batman's toxins. The final ingredient is spores from one of Ivy's old plants, so you have to go to the ruins of Gotham where she died and gather it. This can give Harley some closure that she never had in the games, and makes more sense than the game's plot. When she defeats Batman, make it a close fight and have her brag about doing what Joker never could and not needing him anymore, and have Batman tell her that despite everything, he's glad she's not being hurt by Joker and ironically, HE'S the one that's been brainwashed now. Have her feel conflicted and sad when she kills him, because despite wanting to kill Batman for years, she never imagined it would be this hard to pull the trigger. Have her thank Batman for trying to see the good in the worst people like her, and have her say something like "After you give your parents a hug, say hi to Pammy for me, Bats." Instead of the most disrespectful depiction of Batman I've ever seen and spitting on a hugely important and well made legacy of games and Batman media.

Have some of the villains feel conflicted about killing their respective JL hero like Harley, but have each of them deal with it differently. King Shark views it from a survival or evolutionary standard, Deadshot is pure business, Harley is genuinely fucked up about it because of her relationship with Bruce, and Boomerang try to brush off how it affects him but still show conflict.

This game proves to me that there is one, ONE great piece of Suicide Squad media (the second film is just good imo) and it's because the writers understood the dynamic needed to make it work: Assault on Arkham. The plot works because the Squad isn't dealing with a world ending threat, it's a heist with fun action and a believable level of power. I disliked the movies because of the threat level of the antagonists being way out of proportion for what the Suicide Squad members are capable of taking on. The Squad is designed to do covert operations, and a capeshit Ocean's Eleven story works perfectly with them. The character interactions are everything you want in a Suicide Squad story, and the humor actually works. Harley and Joker have some of my favorite scenes of them as a couple, and her getting with Deadshot is also believable. The twist involving Black Spider is well done and is totally believable, and the fights are all really fun. King Shark and Killer Frost also have a lot of chemistry and you genuinely feel sad when the bomb collar scene happens despite them both being terrible people.

Also I'm petty but Hynden Walch as Harley is way better than Tara Strong as Harley. I've NEVER liked Tara's Harley and I'm surprised Hynden Walch has only voiced her in Assault on Arkham and The Batman when she's really good at it.

I think the reason DC has pushed so hard for Suicide Squad to get big despite only one character getting popular (Harley) is because they really, really want their own Guardians of the Galaxy. The problem is that Guardians went from an obscure team in the comics to household names because they're misfits and outcasts, but also good people that are likeable and become a found family. The Suicide Squad are a harder sell because they're all violent criminals, they're forced under threat of death to work together, and they're a lot harder to make likeable. Assault on Arkham pulled it off but clearly it's the exception after the growing list of failed Suicide Squad media. And Rocket and Groot are just way easier to turn into mascots, but each Guardians character is also interesting and resonate better with the average viewer. Harley is the only Squad character to make that public impact and it's largely due to her character's impact in the Arkham games and the DCAU beforehand. Nobody in the public seems to give a fuck about any other Squad member, unlike the Guardians of the Galaxy.

It's a failed experiment, let it rest. I'm honestly praying Wonder Woman's game is just "okay" at this point because this game has me so worried. Especially since the original plan to do a Superman game would have worked perfectly! Form what we saw, Rocksteady's staff at the time understood his character and most importantly, CARED ABOUT HIM. Everything from Kill the Justice League just screams of a staff that has no care or knowledge of the source material, whether it's comics, the DCAU, or even the previous Arkham games. It's people who don't care being blatantly hostile towards the fans who do care and making fun of you for caring. It's my least favorite kind of cynical edgy garbage. In Current Year, genuineness will always be better to me than cynical edginess because EVERYTHING is quippy, navel-gazing, cynical, sarcastic and edgy bullshit. It's not new anymore.

#sloot's essays #sloot bitches about things

[cultrise]

I LOVED UR FEM SUGURU DRABBLE SO MUCHHHHHHH IT WAS PERFECTTTTTT now imagine ,,, imagine fem satosugu x reader IMAGINEEEEEE the shared gc is filled w random ass nudes + lingere pics from satoru, u n satoru thirsting over sugurus gym pics, nudes that satosugu take of u when uve just gotten ur brains fucked out, and then little silly bits sprinkled between like arguing abt date night when ur all at work or saying i love u n its all nice and then satoru starts spamming nudes n the nice moment is ruined n replaced w smthn hornier

OH OHH also suguru would b the one w the carabiner . ALWAYSS and she would have lotsa piercings ,, up on her face and in places that are ,,,,, lower ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, satoru would just have a vibrating tongue piercing just 2 b a little shit [THEY EXIST . TRUST ME THEY EXIST] and going CLUBBINGG or just 2 a bar . a gay/lesbian bar ,,,,,,, a gay/lesbian bar where u get railed in the bathroom ,,,,,,, by sugurus strap on ,,,,,,,,,,,, and ur little skimpy dress is pulled down under ur tits n pulled above ur ass + pussy 4 easy access n when all three of u come out of the bathroom ur covered in hickies and lipstick EVERYWHEREE n u gotta b held up by satosugu on both sides ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

oki getting normal, being on ur PERIOD . [period cycles dont sync its a myth, just saying btw] so when satosugu or u get ur period ur treated like a PRINCESS at least someone stops by someones work 2 drop off food + extra pads/tampons and sometimes its a 2 person job [aka u were complaining about how sore ur tits were n how u needed ANYTHING inside u NOWWW and thats how u made the sink in ur workplaces bathroom + sugurus strap on look like a murder scene]

and if ur in the passenger seat while satorus driving ,,,, BOYYY U GOT SMTHN COMING 4 U shes teasing u thr whole drive, rubbing ur thigh, inching down towards ur ass 2 grab a handful of it, jiggling the meat of ur thigh n moving dangerously down towards ur pussy n presses feather light touches right before u arrive at ur location leaving u a horny horny mess [satoru does this 2 suguru 2 n its very entertaining watching her resolve slowly crack on a long car drive, she stutters a bit, keeps swallowing and taking deep breaths n letting out little moans n hums all while satoru has the biggest shit eating grin on her face and making comments about the scenery outside the car like nothing at all is happening] [there has also been many a time where youve had 2 pull over and all three of u have some . fun . in the backseat of the car leaving it REEKING of sex afterwards ,, satoru sprays japanese cherry blossom from bath and body works 2 make it go away and everyone who gets in the car questions the smell .]

OK OK . lemme try 2 b normal again ,,,, giving each other jewelry :3 suguru n satoru were both gifted a heart locket from u on valentines that had pictures of u and suguru/satoru [suguru got satoru n u n vice versa] n suguru has MANY thumb rings, theyre all very attractive on her veiny hands, i dont think satoru would wear a lot outside of studs + necklaces but if she was gifted ANYTHING shed wear it till the end of time she loves anything from u or suguru so much

OH all of ur lock screens are various pictures of all three of u, satoru has something embarrassing/silly like when u n suguru were passed out in a field n satoru drew on ur faces n then took a .5 flash picture, suguru has a picture of all three of u at a picnic being cute, n u have a picture of satosugu kissing both ur cheeks at the same time its so cute its actually insane

OH and being hit on by a man is whatever 4 them, theyll hang around n make sure ur safe n ok, but they leave the rejecting 2 u ,, now if it were a woman on the other hand ,,,,, they r on her like DOGS suguru slides in silently n starts kneading at ur soft spots n kissing u on the head or any other exposed skin while satoru inserts herself into the conversation and is mean as FUCK u honestly consider making her apologize afterwards but u get distracted after they pull u in2 a dark n secluded alley n suguru pulls something particularly ,,,, phallic shaped out of her bag ,,,,,

its actually insane how obsessed fem satosugu is w u . they r INFATUATED . suguru . lovely wonderful strong suguru . shes holding u on her soft but sculpted thighs right in front of her tits and shes just doing work from home but its actual bliss being held in place by one of her buff ass arms ,, satorus touchy as fuck, she wont stop kneading where uve got the most fat EVER ur like a stress ball 2 her . a lovely squishy stress ball [she has most definitely said that 2 u out loud] but when ur touchy back, smacking her ass when she walks by n jiggling it a little, laying back on her tits and just kneading them passively, or kissing her everywhere makes her INSANEE shes putty in ur hands and will do anything at all 4 u [this is also the best time 2 ask her 2 buy smthn 4 u bcuz shes high on the Good Chemicals she gets when shes around u]

SLEEPING POSITIONS . u all have a giant ass alaskan king, courtesy of satorus insanely rich ass, n the alaskan king is COVERED in blankets, pillows, and stuffies its the messiest thing in the world and never gets made but u all r good at getting comfortable, usually its u in the middle, w suguru facing u w ur face buried in her tits n ur hand resting somewhere on her lovely sculpted body, while satoru is right behind u spooning u n shes grabbing at EVERYTHING ur tits, ur thighs, ur stomach that she pays special attention 2 eventually she falls asleep w a hand resting on ur stomach n another brushing ur tits ,, sugurus got an arm around all of u n she can usually reach all the way 2 satorus waist so ur all shoved against her space heater body [in the winter this is great, but in the summer u all sleep as far as possible away from each other n then u all wake up in a sweaty pile much MUCH closer 2gether than last night]

DATE NIGHTS ARE THE BEST . THE MOST AMAZING . most of the time theyre low key, like bowling, shopping around, or doing smthn like ceramic painting and they sound boring at first, but when youre with satoru n suguru its adrenaline inducing and ur in a haze of dopamine where nothing bad will ever happen 2 u because ur in the arms of ur two lovers who would never let anything happen 2 u n vice versa

like . the lights from the outside of the bowling center are burned into ur retinas as ur squished between satosugu on the sidewalk as u all walk to the restaurant u all visit after dates bcuz its not that expensive and the foods actually insane on ur tastebuds n flan is sweet enough 4 satorus taste n as ur looking around at ur two lovers laughing about something silly and the summer night air hits ur nose u realize that this is what love is and u dont want it ever to change

anyway . fem satosugu x reader is like untitled 06 | 06.30.2014. 2 me . PLEASE LISTEN 2 THAT SONG I LOVE IT [or not thats oki :3] [also i just realized how insanely long this is . what the fuck the brainrot is REALL]

anon i’m so delighted you loved the fem!sugu drabble but maybe next time share your brainrots separately?😭 i don’t mind getting spammed asks at all but writing this much in a single ask is excessive. send your brainrots divided into different asks next time, i’d love to brainrot with you <33

#𐙚 — inbox. #do not send long asks guys pls

[jekinabox]

@mapalsyrup

You haven't finished Scarlet yet but fuck it imma tell you shit and just try to leave out as many spoilers as I can because DLC bois

-Basically: Riddler Khu (well known pokemon game data-miner and teaser) posted stuff about the DLC having some pretty cool mechanics

-RK says something about the hexagon w/ eyes on tera jewels having to do w/ the third legendary

-RK talks about mega evolution being different from z-moves, dynamaxing & terastallizing in a way that seems to suggest that the difference it that all are caused by pokemon except mega evolutions

-You know how Paldea is Spain? The connecting area between Spain + France appears in maps in-game but cant be accessed in game.

People assume that this is where the dlc will take place.

Kalos is based on France, and also doesn't contain that area, so its not off-limits to use/make

-The thing many people assume to be linked the third legendary, mentioned in the scarlet/violet book and some lab entries, has a hexagonal pattern and/or shape

People have theorized that this could point to Zygarde (Kalos legendary)

No one else has mentioned this (as far as I know) somehow but the image in the scarlet/violet book does kinda have a Zygarde-ish shape

the letter amount it has in the name in the lab is 1 off, but it may have some different nick-name or the letter amount might not just fully correspond, since the scarlet/violet book has that issues. People are thinking it might get a mega-evo w/ a 6 letter name but idk

-someone talked about how Area Zero has the same initials as the guy behind the story of X&Y, and RK responded with a reference to the guy's floette that was in the code but never the game., which may or may not have to do with floette and/or AZ being in the dlc

That guy's evil scheme was apparently a giant crystal cannon

Floettes can be spotted in Area Zero

-Delphox (a Kalos starter's final evo) is once of the pokemon I saw was going to be transferable to S/V from Home in 2023

-Diance & Carbink (crystal pokemon w/ links to Kalos) will also be transferable

-2023 will be the 10th anniversary of X & Y coming out in 2013

-Dex entry of Roaring Moon (Scarlet Paradox Salamence) references mega salamence

-While the first impression I got was that the hexagon legendary was behind the paradoxes, if Zygarde is in the game, it may be under control or trying to stop the paradoxes(bcuz order pokemon) and would be helped during the game

Perhaps Zygarde cells could be found around the world like roaming gimmighoul

-I really wanna see Yveltal, the LIFE DRAINING pokemon that can WIPE OUT AN ENTIRE FOREST, in an open world game. Imagine the dystopia.

-Volcanion's (Kalos legendary that people have been complaining didn't get to do anything) move was removed/replaced for S/V pokemon.

It does look very mechanical.

-Paldea is mentioned "defending against neighboring countries" or smthn similar in the history, and a war was mentioned in Kalos lore

-This could just be for profit & loving Charizard's sake but the OP Tera Raid Charizard might be a secret teaser (since its one of the few pokemon with 2 mega evos)

-idk exactly what this means, but Geeta's final pokemon has been laughed at bcuz its meant to be a set-up pokemon for the beginning of battles, but its the species you need to farm in order to get the Tera Blast TM & is found deep in Area Zero, which is specifically called out by the game (idr who, but Penny and/or Arven ask about wtf it is) + RK also mentioned her as an option when he made a poll about who people thought would be the dlc villian

-Another option was Heath; he has a cyclizar(like how Miraidon + Koraidon are paradox cyclizar) and with the lore+theories so far, it kinda makes sense but not really so idk this either

-also may or may not do anything- but the scarlet book has a drawing of a paradox pokemon that looks like a mix between Suicune, Raiku, & Entei, and the violet one is a mix between Virizon, Coballion & Terakion. The book claims it was drawn by one of the explorers based on paradox pokemon because the ones they saw inspired him, but idk, some of the current knowledge and theories (that I can't say bcuz spoilers) may suggest not

edit: the war mentioned in Kalos was stopped w/ the ultimate weapon crystal cannon that AZ brings back, and Area Zero is also called Ground Zero(area below/above an exploding nuke), so the post about "THEY NUKED MADRID" might've been right

#lol sorry my hyperfixation is mixing w/ my super focus from my meds #also #want to mention because I found it funny #Miraidon and Koraidon glide with their handlebars/horns/ears like dumbo #also Turo + Sada's pokemon card leaks look so good They both so hot bro

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Yearning and Learning

Summary: Penelope realizes that she may in fact be projecting her feelings for one person onto someone else. (An episode fix-it taking place after 16.6)

Word count: 2140

Can also be read here on Ao3

"I gotta get back to the office," Penelope told him. She didn't know why she told him that he should wait at her apartment, but she did. Right before getting into her taxi, Penelope turned around and kissed him. He kissed her back. 

When she finally pulled back, Luke's smiling face was looking down at her. Then she got into her taxi and disappeared into the night. 

And then she woke up. 

Penelope rubbed her eyes and groaned. Every day since kissing Tyler Green, she'd had that dream. It was the exact same scenario in which she kissed Green, but her subconscious had replaced him with Luke. She'd try to ignore these dreams, but it was proving more and more difficult with each passing night. The kiss had happened on a Wednesday. It was now Saturday morning. She knew she wasn't supposed to be dreaming of kissing someone else, especially not when she liked the person she was kissing in real life. Because Penelope did like Tyler, didn't she? She didn't know.

But of course she did. He was sweet… after a little bit. And he wasn't bad to look at… although she'd seen better. And he bought her that cat… which was kind of a presumptuous gift. And he wasn't a bad kisser… but she'd had better. And he'd complimented her, called her the best… but he certainly wasn't the only one who'd done that. Who cared if he was considerably younger than her?

As much as she tried to fight it… her mind went back to Luke. Sweet, beautiful, amazing Luke. He was nice to her from the very beginning. Even when she wasn't nice to him. He was one of the most attractive men she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. He'd bought her that squeaky cat, the one she still had, just to make her smile. He'd never been one to shy away from how highly he thought of her. And he was a fantastic kisser. Even if it had only happened once. Plus, he was age-appropriate. But that didn't matter. Right? 

Her brain kept drawing comparisons between Tyler and Luke. It soon became impossible to deny. Everything Tyler had done, Luke had done first. And done better. And he’d done more. He’d held her while she was crying. Multiple times, in fact. He danced with her, he smiled at her, he tried to work well with her. It quickly became clear to Penelope that every reason she liked Tyler had been a reason she liked Luke. But no, that wasn't quite right. Everything Tyler did only reminded her of Luke. Every reason she thought she liked Tyler was because it was a reason why she liked Luke. Why she loved Luke. 

So she picked up her phone and texted Tyler. 

Hey. We need to talk. 

He replied after half an hour.

K. Call or F2F?

Penelope cringed slightly. The way he texted her… maybe she did have a problem with their age difference. 

Face to face. 

👍👍. Mine or urs?

Yep, she definitely had a problem with the age gap. It was like dating a child. It made her feel icky. 

Yours. That way she could leave once she told him and it would lessen the risk of him going somewhere and doing something stupid like he'd done after finding out about Alison. Not that she was saying that this was going to be in any way comparable to finding out his sister was dead, but she didn't fully trust the way he responded to bad news.

When Penelope arrived at Tyler's he tried to kiss her hello, but she pulled back. 

"Oh," he said, picking up on it instantly. "It's that kind of talk." 

"Yeah… look, Tyler, I believe you're a good guy, but I don't have those feelings for you and I don't want to string you along. What happened the other day… it can't happen again, I'm really sorry, it's just–" 

"It's that other agent, isn't it?" Tyler asked, cutting her off. "Alvez? Was that his name?" 

Penelope nodded bashfully, stunned at being so obvious.

"Yeah," Tyler laughed humorlessly. "I clocked that right the fuck away. I mean I kinda hoped I was wrong, obviously, especially after the other day, but, guess not." 

Penelope tried to reach out for him. "I'm sorry, Tyler, I–"

He jerked his arm away from her. "Don't. Just, don't, okay? Do us both a favor and just go, okay?" He gestured at his door with a Well? What are you waiting for? expression on his face. 

Penelope nodded once, then turned around and walked out of both his home and life forever. When she got back in her car, she gripped the steering wheel and tried to steel her nerves. That had gone over about as well as she'd expected, but she still had one more conversation to have. And that one was far more daunting. 

So she texted Luke. 

Hey, I need to talk to you about something important. Not work-related, don't worry. Can I come over? 

He responded instantly. She smiled, because of course he did. It was Luke. He'd never leave her waiting. 

Yeah, of course. You know you're always welcome. Plus, I think Roxy misses you.

This was accompanied by a photo of the aforementioned dog, which only made Penelope smile harder. 

Oh look at the beautiful face!

I'll be over in fifteen? 

His response was, again, instantaneous. 

See you then 😊

Taking a deep breath, Penelope stashed her phone in her purse and started her car. She could do this. She could do this. 

When she arrived at Luke's she was greeted by an over-enthusiastic dog and that smile. His lips pulled gently open revealing his pearly white teeth, his eyes bright. He almost looked like he was glowing when he smiled at her like that. God, she loved that smile. When she was looking at him and that smile, it was like nothing else existed for a moment. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Luke asked her, snapping her out of her trance and pulling her back into the moment.

Right. She was here to talk to him. About important things. “I kissed Tyler Green,” she blurted out. Well, shit. That wasn’t how she’d meant to start things. 

To say that Luke was taken aback would be the grossest understatement of all time. “O-oh,” he stammered. “When did that happen?”

“About five days ago.”

Luke’s heart was breaking, but he refused to let it show on his face. As her friend, he needed to be happy for her. As someone who loved her he needed to be happy for her. If this had been a few days then she probably wasn’t too against it. She was probably happy. He needed to be happy that she was happy, even if it wasn’t with him, because that’s what loving someone was. “I’m happy for you,” he told her, trying to convince himself as much as her. “I’m glad you’re happy with him.”

“Don’t,” she said, almost forcefully. “Don’t be happy for me, don’t be happy that I’m with him, because I’m not.” She paused, thoughts scrambled. “Happy. I’m not happy. Or with him.”

“I’m confused,” he told her, eyes squinting. “What are you saying, then?” Why are you telling me?

Penelope knew she had to tell him, and she had to tell him right then so he could understand. “I’m in love with you. I know I ended things between us but I am so good at running away from serious things and the fact that I wanted that with you was terrifying to me and I didn’t want us to have a falling out and then I’d lose you, I can’t lose you. I thought I was able to get over it and just be your friend but then I kissed him and I realized that every reason I thought I liked him was because he reminded me of you, that I wanted it to be you, that I still love you. And every night since I’ve kissed him I’ve had this recurring dream where it was you I was kissing and not him. And I’m sorry if it’s not fair of me to dump this on you, I’m sorry if this is unrequited, but you need to know. I need you to know.”

And all of a sudden Luke found himself completely at a loss for words for the second time in as many minutes. The only thing his stunned mind could think of to say was, “You think it’s unrequited?” Then, “Sorry, that was a lot of information to process all at once, give me a minute?”

“Take your time,” Penelope told him, smiling. She would have been nervous, but even in his stunned state the first thing he could think to do was inadvertently tell her that he loved her too.

Luke mentally broke down everything she had said. She wasn’t with Green. Wonderful. She was in love with him. Amazing. Nothing could make him happier. She had ended things because she wanted something serious but was scared of the possible fallout. Well that could be easily delt with. He’d spent the last seven years loving her, he wasn’t stopping any time soon. She couldn’t lose him. He couldn’t lose her. It was his biggest fear. When she kissed Green all she could think about was him. Well that was flattering as hell. He wondered if she had compared their kissing abilities. He wondered if she thought he was better than Green. He certainly hoped so. She had dreamt about him taking Green’s place (repeatedly,) so it was definitely a possibility. She thought her love could be unrequited. That was the only thing she had said that he had any issues with. How could she not see how in love with her he was? How he’d loved her for seven whole years and had been just waiting for her to notice? How he would do anything for her? No, that would not do. She needed to know. If she could be brave, so could he.

“Penelope, I love you too,” he told her. “So much. First and foremost, that is what you need to know. Thank you for telling me all this, seriously, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. I kind of wish it hadn’t taken you kissing someone else for us to get here, but I’m glad we finally got here. I want something serious with you too, I always have. I’ve loved you for seven years, Penelope, you don’t have to be worried about me going anywhere. Losing you is my biggest fear, so if we both want this to be something… I think we’ve got a real shot.”

Penelope smiled at his passionate admission. “I think so too.” 

Luke stepped close to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and placing his other hand on her cheek. She leaned into the touch, smiling at him, and he smiled back. “So… are we finally doing this? For real, this time?”

Penelope looped her arms around his neck. "I think we've waited long enough. Don't you?"

“I hope you know that if I finally get you, I am never letting you go," he told her. "This is going to be a forever kind of thing. I'm not losing you again." 

“I know,” Penelope said, leaning in and pressing her lips against Luke’s. “I’m counting on it.”

And that kiss… was somehow infinitely better than their first, as wonderful as that had been. Penelope found that she didn’t actually regret kissing Tyler Green. How could she, if it led her to her happiest moment? They kissed and they kissed and they kissed until they couldn’t breathe anymore, so then they caught their breath and then kissed some more. They spent the whole day together, making up for lost time. They spent the night together too, although nothing happened. They just held each other through the night, reveling in the fact that this was something they could finally do. Penelope ended up staying the whole weekend, only going home briefly to get Sergio, some changes of clothes, and some allergy pills for Luke.

When they got to work on Monday, she kissed him lightly before heading off to her office. He stared after her for a moment before heading to his own desk, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He hadn’t stopped smiling like that the past forty-eight hours.

“That smile’s seven years in the making,” Tara whispered to him when he sat down, a teasing smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Luke said, looking off in the direction of Penelope’s office. He wasn’t surprised that Tara had already figured them out, and he found he didn’t really care. “I don’t mind, though. She was worth waiting for.”

#Garvez #Garvez Fanfiction #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Tyler Green #Tara Lewis #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds fanfiction #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution #CME spoilers

[gatefleet]

My Kasai 4

DC The Flash: Leonard Snart, Mick Rory , Akame (OC), Remi Rory (OC) Word Count: 754 (T)W: Swearing, mention of magic, threats, fights, being pinned, loss of temper Request: Technically yes by the other writer for this blog (currently on hiatus) A/N: Trying to upload what's left from Sutoritaimu blog

Remi had you pinned against the wall her gun was pointed at your throat and you couldn’t reach your Katana, couldn’t move any of your extremities, nothing, you knew she’d planned this… waited until your Katana was attached to your back as opposed to by your side.  She wasn’t an idiot like most of the others thought, she was a tactician like Snart.  “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out Kame?! Seriously think I wouldn’t rather hear it from you than from the Rogues?!”  You had no idea what setting Remi had tampered with on her gun this time, you had no idea if she was electric, fire, ice, water… no idea what she’d made her gun this time.  This could be a quick death or a drawn out, painful one.  Although Remi wasn’t trained the same way you were, you knew she could hold her own in a fight with you, and that’s what made you respect her the most.  It also made you wary of her.  “How stupid do you think I am Kame?! You think I didn’t know the second I got back into town? I gave you plenty of chances to come clean, to tell me! And you didn’t!”

This was the angriest any of the Rogues had seen you, including Mick and he’d seen you at your best and your worst.  “Rem, Kiddo, let her go, it takes two to tango, you can’t just be mad at her” Mick was trying to reason with his baby sister, but she was too angry, too focused on you.  “My brother Kame, my fucking brother!”  You saw Mick move closer and immediately Remi’s gun turned on Mick while still keeping you firmly planted against the wall “Don’t Mick, don’t move” Shit, this was bad, she’d turned off her emotions, began to distance herself.  Snart was the first to pick up on that, then you, then Mick.  The other Rogue’s had watched with vested interest from varying distances in the base, watching, waiting.  “Remi, Snowflake, put the gun down” What the hell was Snart doing?  Was he seriously doing what you think he was?  He was slowly making his way toward Remi who was too focused on Mick and you to split her attention a third way.  Snart found an opening… found her blind spot… how?  You’d been trying for years to find a way to sneak up on Remi.

When you came to, Snart had Remi pinned to the wall while she tried to fight him off which subsequently ended with the two of them hitting the deck… hard.  Remi’s gun was nowhere to be seen until you looked up at Mick and saw him torn between helping Snart with his sister and checking on you “Get her out of here Mick, I got Remi!”  Mick nodded to Snart and picked you up and took you back to Remi’s.  Probably not his best idea, but Remi’s place was the only place any of you could go.  “So do you wanna tell me what happened?  I thought you two were fine.”  “I have no idea” You looked at the bruise which was slowly forming on your neck and shoulders.  “She’s right though, we should have told her” You looked at Mick through the reflection in the mirror “Do you think her reaction would have been any different?” It was your turn to look at him like he’d grown 3 heads as you said it.  He sighed and put his head in his hands “Honestly, if we strapped her down first and made her listen to reason then maybe she wouldn’t have blew her top”

Mick’s replacement phone started ringing, he answered it and put it on loud speaker “Hey, Mick I finally got Remi to calm down, she’s crashed out in the base, what d’ya wanna do?” You could hear Snart sigh heavily down the phone and saw Mick inhale.  “If you can keep her from attacking me, I’ll come down and talk to her” Mick was shaking his head now, you could tell he was mentally preparing to tell his sister everything, including how long he’d been in love with her best friend and how long you and Mick had been sleeping together.  “Mick, are you sure about this?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be sure about telling my sister about my little firebug?  Besides, I’m her brother, she has to forgive me at some point.”  You blushed at that and wished him good luck before he left to face his sister.

(GIF Credit: @forbescaroline)

#dc #the flash #mick rory #mick rory x reader #mick rory x oc #leonard snart #leonard snart x oc

[tired-reader-writer]

So I've been having this story idea (I've posted about it before here), and well, while it's not my usual fare (it's not an AU of a pre-existing franchise) I'm... pretty fond of it! So here's what it's about:

This story has its protagonist isekai'd twice

The protagonist, who I'll call [redacted] for now even though they have a name because I haven't decided if it should be their birth name, is a kid on the cusp of their teenage years, and they pretty much had a normal life except that they don't have a mom (she upped and left) and their father isn't rich.

One day, they find themselves in a cold lab-like place, somewhere that looks suspiciously like a sci-fi spaceship from an anime or something.

That's exactly where they are.

Except

The sci-fi world, this world with interstellar travel and fucking mechs has this Arthurian-inspired thing going on

And they've just become “Mordred”

[Redacted] is understandably freaked out by this and wants to go home

Only, they can't

They have a new mother now, and Morgana has Plans for them

The mechs in the Arthurian-inspired world probably have different grading based on mythological beasts or smth, and dragon mechs are both the rarest and only a select few with “dragon blood” are able to pilot them, so the Pendragons basically? There might've been other dragonblood bloodlines in the past but they're dead now, dead at Uther and Arthur's hands.

And uh, the dragon mech that [redacted] pilots is... a little special

Bc the dragons put so much strain on the pilots (or “riders/dragonriders” as they might be called in that world) on energy consumption in exchange for bigger firepower, rare powers, etc, dragonriders unfortunately tend to die quick save for a few who have extensive support and/or a hugeass powerful mana core

So the mech [redacted]'s piloting, it's... one of the more energy-intensive ones specifically crafted by Morgana's faction to be extra destructive

And yet [redacted] is not terribly affected by it— they still are but not to the extent they should have, and it's because...

*drumroll*

THERE WAS A REAL MORDRED BEFORE [REDACTED] WAS ISEKAI'D

Morgana and Arthur's child, the previous rider of this particular dragon (I need to name that mech)

Who started piloting this thing when they were still a tiny little kid and then DIED bc of the strain and Morgana took their dying soul and FUSED IT WITH THE MECH'S AI OR SMTH (the specifics are still ??? but basically the Mordred is now the dragon's “soul” so to speak)

And so... Yeah. Mordred is taking up the strain that [redacted] would be dealt w full force normally, also probably helping [redacted] sense foes from all directions as if the dragonrider has four eyes instead of two or something like that

They share some sort of bond, too

People outside of Morgana's close circle (or just Morgana alone, period bc knowing her she probably trusts no one) don't know [Redacted] and Mordred aren't the same kid, remember how I said Mordred started piloting the thing awfully young? They probs faced some enemy that survived and developed a hate boner for them, like “I will be the one to kill you in a fateful battle” and then that opponent would realize one day, facing off against [redacted], that whoever's piloting the red dragon now... isn't the dragonrider they faced in the past just as they're about to die

[Redacted] also had a different hair color from Mordred, but due to Morgana's severe “training” and procedures which basically are magic surgeries, their hair and eye color slowly “corrupted” into OG Mordred's colour (like Matou Sakura!)

[Redacted] might've actually been isekai'd for the purpose of replacing OG Mordred— it's something along the lines of “the essence of the soul being shared by different people in different worlds” thing going on, so smth like... somehow, they have the same or similar base blueprint of their souls? Their personalities are quite different, though. At least at first.

[Redacted] was softer and meeker and more anxious than Mordred, at least at first. Mordred had a much more... hm, how do I put it, aggressive and assertive front

Though later on [redacted] starts to cope by baring their teeth and being rather feral, but they don't really talk as much as Mordred did. Mordred tried to chase away the dark corners of their life by being twice as bright, but [redacted]... is just tired. They have a lot if quiet moments.

So when Mordred died, [redacted] was summoned to fill the void because they're counterparts

Morgana's deal is “We need a powerful dragonblood on our side to combat that damned Arthur” (two factions warring, there's grudges and bloodshed and vengeance involved) and the other dragonbloods are probably dead at Camelot's hands so she needed to get one and... out popped Mordred from... y'know how it goes, she had them with Arthur

She probably originally intended to have two kids (one to pilot the red dragon first and then fuse with it to absorb the brunt of the burden of the next pilot aka their twin or sibling) but somehow only Mordred was produced and... yikedy yikes the universe provided her with the missing piece

Morgana's attitude was probably something along the lines of... she had this kid for the sole purpose of molding them into a perfect soldier to counter Arthur bc her faction needs an edge lest they die, so she feels like she mustn't feel any deep bond or attraction beyond commander and soldier, though on some level, she does feel sorry for what she's putting the kid through but she buried it away and rationalizes it as “it's necessary”

[Redacted] is just going around screaming at ppl to look at them, look at their suffering and not ignore it, and just like how Mordred followed Morgana around like a duckling starved of praise or anything

They eventually falls into the same dynamic with Merlin once they defect to the Camelot side— Merlin... I don't know much about him yet but he too very much doesn't really recognize their pain, in a way he took them for granted

And then

Arthur orders or does smth that makes [redacted] go “???? wtf you can't just DO that” and made them defect to form their own faction with an army they raised

The next part is garbled up in my brain but everything goes up in flames basically

Guinevere actually was one of the people who defected to [redacted]'s side

She got killed for it

And like in one certain version of the myth, [redacted] gets buried alive w her corpse and... some of you might know what happens next.

Anyways

Unclear whether they died or smth but

They isekai again

They will find who I've temporarily decided to name Masaki, their eventual love interest.

Masaki took One (1) look at this person and went “yeah I don't know what they went through but that's a traumatized person alright” and pretty much becomes one of the only two people to look [redacted] in the eye and face their pain instead of ignoring it or trying to gaslight them into thinking it isn't real and they're just overreacting

Masaki is a kyudo archer, this new world has... eh, I haven't ironed it out but has countryside vibes

They stumbling around in the rain, lost after just arriving in this new place, it's night, the air is crisp and clean and fresh (it's not on fire) (they're out they're out they're out they're out!!!) and then they hear the sound of an arrow being released from the bow, a beautiful sound, and so they couldn't help but chase after the sound

And then they arrive at the scene to Witness the lone archer in the moonlight after the rain stops, and hhhh when Masaki spots them he basically says “Come here, you sad wet little cat. You'll catch a cold.”

When he asks for their name while providing a change of clothes, they just frantically repeat “ 'm not Mordred” like a broken record while shaking a lot (they've lost their original name by this point, they try so hard but they can't remember anymore) and Masaki just... accepts that. “Okay. You're not Mordred. Do you know who you are?” and when [redacted] shakes their head he just reassures them that hey, they'll either find it again or build a new identity that's not “Mordred”, an identity that causes them pain. He calls them little cat in the meanwhile.

They either recall their name (unlikely) or obtains a new name, chosen by themselves with Masaki's help. Akito.

This part of the story doesn't have war or battles, but instead follows Akito struggling to re-adjust to a world that's kinda sorta like their original world, one untouched by the Horrors they just went through.

They can never go home. Even if they went back to their old world, they will never belong again.

It's been years since they were isekai'd the first time around. They got into their twenties there.

They're too intense. Too traumatizing. Too alien. Too destructive. Too wild.

So yeah.

As much as it hurts, they know they can't go home. There's no home for the likes of them.

They love Masaki a lot, though. Maybe too much.

From the onset they only have eyes for Masaki, and their uh, desire, for him, it's not exactly subtle

But Masaki, being the mad lad that he is, fucking eggs them on

Compared to the other suitors who chase him to claim his family lands or shrine or smth else pertaining his claim over smth, he thinks Akito's desire for him and him alone and nothing else is... almost pure and innocent

They both say the wildest shit ever to each other, shit that'd make other people faint

Also, Masaki is a trans dude

Inspired by these posts as well: 1 2

Many thanks to my friend @sanhatipal for helping me iron out some details!

#story idea #isekai #isekai story #yarimiya “mordred” akito (oc) #tendou masaki (oc) #rotten egg's shitty ideas

[perpetualyetmildcrisis]

Fucked! By the Primordial System: Ambrose

Uwu here's a pilot chapter for somethin I'm thinkin about that isn't Average Folks for once, scroll for approx five minutes of reading uwu

Ambrose is alone. 

He is standing directly outside of a Fred Meyer. It is nighttime enough that the after-work crowd is gone, and few cars lie in the parking lot. The store is still open. It is raining, because of course it is. It is Oregon in the late fall.

Ambrose quite frankly doesn’t like the rain.

Not because of the chill; no, he does not feel that. He doesn’t even feel the soaking effects of the rain; his sweatshirt is drenched and he would not know if he had not looked down just a moment ago to perceive the shift in fabric color. Light orange to deep red. 

He simply detests the unending sound,

Tap, tap, tap, pang, pang,

Reverberating off his scalp. 

Ambrose, with tedious effort, sweeps his hair forward-- each strand crunches unflexibly but relents-- and he puts up his hood-- 

Tap, tap, tap, pang

          …

Ah, better. The rain soaks his hood now and the panging has seized. A door opens behind him. 

Ambrose turns as the entrance to the Supermarket slides open, revealing a mother and son who look Normal. They have tanned normal  skin and normal skin faces with noses and mouths that speak freely. The son, a stout little boy the height of her hip, beams at his mother as she hands him a toy that he had likely talked her into purchasing. His teeth are crooked. 

Teeth.

An odd, decrepit thing to miss.

Ambrose hastens to tighten the strings of his sweatshirt hood and shoves his hands in his pockets; they seize to reflect the dull red glow of the supermarket sign. The boy’s smile fades as he looks back and catches the glint off Ambrose’s face. And he does it; he does the thing; he stares. He stares openly, he stops what he is doing. He stop his mother in her tracks. 

Ambrose stares back, eyes wide, afraid, apologetic, he takes his hands out to--what, to explain? Perhaps? To wave them pathetically and embarrassed, in hopes that what is about to happen won’t happen again-? -- It doesn’t work. His hands glint and gleam now. You can see through them, you can see the lack of veins and all the normal things and oh, does Ambrose understand-- he is not just a resident of the uncanny valley he is it’s governor, it’s gem-infused ruler, it’s muse-- yet it still stings when this little boy opens his mouth again to S C R E A M,

“MOM! THERE IS A MONSTER!” 

She turns with maternal ferocity. The boy’s mother surveys Ambrose now. Her eyebrows knit as she studies Ambrose’s face. She seems uncomfortable. But not afraid. She kneels to her son and says, “Trent, no they -- I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, uh--” 

Her eyes search his features for distinctive markers for pronouns and find none. Trent’s face is red, “MONSTER!!!!” And he begins to cry, and tries to run. Disgruntled, his mother takes his hand firmly. He runs away in place. She lets him while she turns to Ambrose again. 

“Sorry, he’s homeschooled and none of our family was affected by, y’know. The Thing. He doesn’t really understand it but uh. My childhood best friend! Is…a mermaid now. So. I get it. Totally. We’re working on him being nicer. Isn’t that right Trenty--?” 

“MoOOOM!!!"

Ambrose tilts his head and nods, listening. 

Her eyes flit left and right. “Are you waiting for someone or are you, um--?” 

Ambrose nods. 

She immediately looks relieved by this, likely because that means he doesn’t need money and her role stops here. Her son’s crying hasn’t ceased. “Honey it’s fine--I'm sorry. That this happened to you. Sucks, right?” 

Ambrose shrugs, and nods. Please be done, he thinks. 

She isn’t done. She’s watching him very intently now. “So, she got the mermaid thing…what about you, what were you turned…into…” 

The store’s light also hits her wedding ring. She holds it up, comparing. And, as Ambrose is also accustomed to, the kindness behind her eyes is replaced by something more…

Oh, if Ambrose could, he would sigh. 

 “Wow! Didn’t know The Thing chose favorites.” She’s joking, she thinks. 

She’s half-joking, Ambrose knows. 

“You’re a diamond. Right? Like---Is it all of you? How-------? Jesus. How much do you weigh?” 

Ambrose stands very still. 

“Sorry--- I know you never discuss weight with strangers-- or anyone really I just, one pound of you is like,,,,,four million, easy.” 

Her son tugs on her arm. 

“Can we g--” 

“Mommy’s talking. Hon.” She is sharp, and harsh, with this whisper. 

A door opens behind him. 

“Ambrose! Found a new friend?” A deep, emotionally stripped voice from the sliding doors. This is a heavier man of average height, with a blossoming beard and a subsequent man bun-- for, as stated earlier, this is Oregon. This man, Mr. Hugo carries two large grocery bags, one in each elbow pit. He surpasses Ambrose, shooting the woman a glance as he steps into the road. “He’s Moissanite. You’re fresh out of luck.” 

“Oh, really? Well that’s not a problem, I’m baptist!” 

“Cool! Kid’s not for sale. Help me load the car, Ambrose.” 

Ambrose rolls his eyes. Mr. Hugo smiles at himself and how he handled that situation. The woman and child stand stunned, embarrassed maybe, in front of the grocery store still. Mr. Hugo leads Ambrose into the parking lot and unlocks the trunk of their bright red van. The bags rustle as he sets them down. 

“The cashier has a lot of issues that they, for some reason, decided to talk about. This always happens, is it because I have kind eyes?” 

Ambrose shrugs, and points to the man bun on his head. 

“Ah. Well, we all have our burden to bear.” 

Ambrose narrows his eyes. 

“Some of us-- way more than others.” 

Ambrose nods. 

“Like us with man-buns,” He winks. 

Chu-chunk, 

The trunk slams shut. The van unlocks. Ambrose lifts himself into the passenger seat, and Mr. Hugo drives out of the parking lot and into the night. The softer sort of rain collides with their windshield and they drive. They drive past the suburb’s shopping centers, all one-story squares with blacked out windows. They drive past stoplights until there are no stoplights, just the dark silhouettes of trees obscuring the starry sky. The drive until the road is windier and one-laned. 

Something pop-y plays on the radio. Ambrose secretly enjoys this a lot. Mr. Hugo’s stoic expression is no match for the words of the song escaping his lips. 

Oh, how Ambrose misses singing. 

Ba-----FWOOSH

A burst of fire emits far, far away in the fields. Like a controlled explosion, like a low-to-the-ground firework. The sound is so muted it may as well have been a mild gust of wind but the roaring flash of light alerts Mr. Hugo: “FUCK!” and he gutterally swerves, “Is it close?” 

Ambrose points, hastily, jamming his diamond finger to the window. It cracks under his touch, spider webbing the glass. Mr. Hugo trustingly overlooks the cracks to see the finale of that explosion. The fire dwindles, and embers spark and scatter in the night sky. His shoulders drift away from his ears, the vehicle realigns on the right side of the empty road. 

“Woo. They’re at it again, huh.” 

Boom, crack. 

“Welp. At least they held out for the rainy season. On top of everything going on right now, another west-coast fire would not be ideal.” 

Ambrose’s eyes are glued to the light, wide. Afraid, and young. 

“They know not to overstep.” Ambrose does not seem convinced. But, he nods. Mr. Hugo senses this hesitation, and shoots a glance aside. “Hey-- we’re okay. They’re not. Close. You want to type, talk it out?” 

Ambrose thinks. He raises his hand and waves it in a “so-so” manner, then shakes his head ‘no’.

He points ahead, onwards. 

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[tteokdoroki]

had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s):  hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars,  inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning  forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing,  just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

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[dienamights]

Unfavorable Guidance | H.Shinso

​✎ Mindjack has been doing these kind of jobs since he was recruited as a hero, he is unmistakingly the best at them, doesn’t need anyone butting their noses in his business, especially you, the sly fox in disguise, offering your tainted helping hand.

✎ Protagonists: Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 6.4K

✎Category: noncon/dubcon, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

✎Caution(!):  noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex. 

✎ Author’s notes: I KNOW I’M LATE EUFGKHDFVBDFXL, but here is my contribution to @daisy-bakugo​ 2k event Vice City! Please take the time to read everyone’s work if you haven’t! Thank you so much for letting me participate.

I listened to this throughout the entire process of writing it, if you’re familiar with Kingdom Hearts, some names will ring a bell to you lol. also I hate the header and the summary but you’re just gonna have to live w it for now cause its 8 am I NEED SLEEP

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The annual auction of Vice City is one of the biggest social events of the year. The wealthiest families and richest people in the world come from everywhere in attempts to win what is secretly considered the greatest treasures of all time. Greatest and most expensive.

Alas, the after party held later on is what people are all secretly actually waiting for, where the most exquisite and rarest artifacts of the year get auctioned off to whoever is lucky enough to even be included in the guest list.

While not all are there for the auctions, it certainly is the perfect opportunity for anyone who's anyone in the world to show off their wealth. Filthy rich people sway all around, laughing and bragging. Venetian crystal chandeliers, velvet carpets, gambling, and alcohol. Men with their cigars, men with their wives, and men with their arm candies, their escorts or mistresses.

Yet, Shinso isn’t here for the luxury, he isn't here for the fame and the fortune, nor the reputation people thrive for when they buy those - meaningless, he calls them - relics. No, he is here on a mission, one he certainly wants to be done and over with because he wants to go home. He loosens his tie with an aggravated sigh before knocking back the last of his only gin and tonic, the bitter taste prickling his throat as he surveys the crowd of people all around him while he stands idly by the bar.

He knew it’d be a pain in the ass the second he got the mission assigned to him from the agency, the words “intel” and “Vice City'' of all places forced a frown upon his face, yet, being the most suitable for this job, he couldn't really decline.

Mindjack isn’t the type of hero you see on billboards and magazines, isn’t the type of hero to kiss babies’ heads that get thrusted at him in meet and greets, he certainly isn’t one to have those adoring fan clubs that follow his every move, posting about his greatest conquests. Oh no, he is a hero that works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, undercover -lie through your teeth throughout the whole ordeal- kind of hero, the kind of hero that goes home at the end of his missions with no gratitude towards his work, because nobody knows who he is or what he contributes to the society.

For the longest time, Shinso accepted the life he’s living, he didn’t look for validation from the citizens, knowing his work is always beyond the scope of their knowledge and their awareness, but sometimes, just sometimes, the sour droplets of envy would foul his mouth when his amethysts for eyes scan over the extravagant heroes, making a show out of saving their cities and getting praised and awarded and loved for doing what they’re supposed to be doing, their job. 

“Squeeze that glass a bit more and you’d break it”

A voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him, Shinso blinked twice before his eyes dragged over to you, oh so beautiful and oh so close. Your nimble fingers wrapped around his fingers, the lacey glove lightly scratches his hand before he lets go of the glass in surprise, dropping it into yours. You giggle sweetly, turning around to place it on the bar before ordering your own, but not without looking at him over your shoulder and sending him a smile.

“What will it be, sugar tits?” the bartender leans over the counter, towel thrown on his shoulder as he sends you what's supposed to be a sultry look. Your elbow is placed on the counter while you rest your chin on your hand, smiling temptingly at him. “Anything that’ll get you to stop staring at my boobs.” Shinso almost laughs at the contrast between your smile and your voice, sharp and venomous, and the man leans back so far from you like he’s been stung. Walking away to work on a drink for you.

Shinso’s eyes rake your body without his knowledge, he admires the dress adorning your body, hugging you in all the right places, cascading down to the floor, and that slit my god, your legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how you can strut so elegantly with them on. A snap of your fingers breaks his trance and he tries - keyword tries - to act nonchalant to his obvious ogling and you only laugh in return.

You hum lowly, “So,” you’re turning to face him as you lean back on the counter, pushing your chest out to grasp even more of his attention, “what's an esteemed hero like you doing in a place like this?” It takes Shinso a good minute before he narrows his eyes, left foot back and ready to either take you down or run away if you were to involve greater forces. No one is supposed to know about his true identity, no one is supposed to know that there is a hero within them.

But what shakes his demeanor is the way you dangle his wallet in front of him, like dangling a stupid feather for some silly cat, waiting for it to jump at you to entertain you. Shinso swallows with a struggle, deciding that using his quirk to retrieve his wallet back will lead to him leaving, and he didn’t want that. He’s been keeping an eye on the wanted man for hours now, and it’ll all go to waste because of your slimy little hands and your-

“Here,” you toss it back to him, and he stumbles a bit before catching it properly, eyeing you for any sudden movements, but you simply turn back around in time to hold the drink from the bartender’s hand with a smile dazzling your lips. “You’re getting intel on The Wise?” you mumble against your cup, sipping slowly, eyes never leaving Shinso’s glaring ones. How the fuck do you know?

“You’re not the first.” you smirk, finger wiping the smeared lipstick against the glass before circling the rim. “You all look the same, thinking you’re better than them because of your position in the society, only for that ego to come and bite you right in the ass.” It’s almost ironic how poisonous your voice could get while still maintaining that mesmerizing smile, and oddly enough, Shinso’s eyes keep drooping despite his desperate attempt to fight against them.

You hum again, the click of your heels sounding muffled to him, eyes blurring when you get so close to him your breath tickles his cheek. “But you’re different, hmm? You’re gonna make the bad guy go away?” 

“Yes.” it's rushed, almost desperate, and the hero is astonished at how he sounds. “Then, lemme help you… Hitoshi.”

A blink, and you’re gone just like you vanished right from under his nose, slipped right between his fingers. A low curse escapes Shinso’s lips and he turns around swiftly to question the bartender, hell bent on getting any information on the girl that just revealed his entire identity and mission to him in a matter of seconds. 

“How can I help you, sir?” the question boggles his mind, the big burly man with an attitude problem wasn’t there anymore, replaced by another sweet woman that held concern in her eyes at his sight. “You’ve been staring at the wall for a while there, need me to call your driver to get you back?” 

“Wa- but I- She,” Shinso’s body started heating up in anger, worry, embarrassment, he doesn’t really know, but what he wants to know right this instant is how long he’s been out of it and for god’s sake, why?

Shinso doesn’t really consider himself to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but dammit did he feel like a complete idiot letting you run off like that, a quick trip to the restroom for a splash of water clears his head enough for him to pull back his wallet from his pocket, flipping through it and finding something he was absolutely sure wasn’t there prior to your visit. A silver card, with ‘Surveillance room’ scribbled on a note behind it.

Caving in and accepting whatever help you were offering him, Shinso slides the card through the reader, sighing in relief upon the satisfying ding sound, followed by the door opening to the surveillance room.

“Now that’s what’m talking about.” life got so much easier now that he could watch The Wise through multiple screens, making it hard to miss a single move of his. The hero allows himself to relax a bit, hand messing with his hair and tired eyes blinking in irritation against the glare of the screens. The Wise was the mastermind of Organization XIII, as their name intel, they’re consisting of the same thirteen members that founded it years ago, nobody really knows how they started, what shocked the whole world is how grand their first crime actually was, bloodbath of the century -they would call it, seventeen slaughtered heroes, followed by their families, including women and children, thousands of millions of ¥ in money laundering atop of it, all within a span of 4 months, that was years ago, back in their prime.

Now, with eight of them behind bars, the remaining five were able to stay under the radar, distributing whatever money they were able to keep between them and fleeing to different parts of the world. Just because they were apart, didn’t mean they were any less dangerous, The Wise is a prime example for that, brutally murdering three of the undercover heroes sent his way to bring him back to justice, but they weren’t Shinso, he’d try to remind himself.

May their soul rest in peace, they were those heroes he felt dissociated from, the type of heroes to flaunt their powers, monetize the peoples’ knowledge of their quirks, uncover the secrets of their job, they were easy targets for people like The Wise, he’d know their weaknesses and how to take them down before they even think about pursuing him. Now, Mindjack was a different story, he wasn’t held on a pedestal by the people he saves, simply because they don’t recognize him, while he would loath that reality sometimes, he thanks the god for it today, as he’s watching the man’s call out for a drink.

Amethyst eyes scan the remaining screens, widening upon the sight of you looking right back at them, you are a vixen to him, eyes half lidded with a smile so intoxicating it does nothing but entrance whoever was lucky enough to catch its sight. Lace clad fingers wrapping around a piece of paper, you are so beautiful, Shinso tries to stop his mind from wandering, imagining what you wore underneath that angel crafted dress, envisioning what those fingers could do to please him, the same fingers that held the unfolded paper, the word ‘RUN’ smeared across it in lipstick.

Wait a minute, run?

Even before the poor hero could react, the similar satisfying -now dreadful- ding rings in his ear, before the door opens behind him, illuminating the room even more. Shinso stands to face two men, both as surprised as he is to see another occupant in the room. Right before any of them move, the hero opens his mouth and prays to god that whatever way he’s winging it works. “You got a permit to be here?”

Jesus one of you answer, and they both do - the left having fingers curving into talons while the right pulled at strings from the tips of his fingers, both ready to attack - and by god Shinso couldn’t be happier upon hearing a sound, because the minute the word ‘yes’ slips through their lips, Mindjack is smiling like a madman, welcoming the look of glossy eyes and heavy heads like a beloved relative’s return back home. 

“Great… Now,” the two manipulated  men face him, unaware of the dreaded fate bestowed upon them, while Shinso just can’t seem to keep the glint in his eyes at bay. “Why don’t you put on a show for me,” he breathes, smiling down at the ground before looking at them. ”Choke the fucking life out of each other.” The men don’t even blink, quick to face each other and jump, hands wrapped around throats like a vice, Shinso only moves away from the men on the floor as they thrash and kick at each other, limbs flailing as they try to force the life out of each other.

Turning his back against them, Shinso eyes the screen he was monitoring before their entrance, ignoring the groans and gasps of air behind him. He curses under his breath when he sees The Wise getting up from his place, heading towards a room that is supposed to be monitored by screen #6, but is purposely out of service. If he isn’t able to question The Wise or even keep an eye on him, then he’s gonna head on over to the next best thing. Gargled screams echo through the corridor as the hero makes his exit, making sure the door clicks shut behind him, he wouldn’t want to cause disturbance to the esteemed guests of the society of lowlifes.

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, killing machines that didn’t spare the live of the innocents, so why should he spare theirs? 

Shinso makes it back to the main event, immediately finding you between guests, sitting so pretty on the poker table, eyes drawing him closer, the grin adorning your lips now wobbly, easy for him to distinguish as fake, forced, a façade kept for the people surrounding the table. He is hasteful in settling himself in the chair near you, shoulders tense when different pairs of eyes fall upon him, the dealer shuffles the deck to draw cards for Shinso, but you hold your hand out with a smile. “He’ll sit this one out, by my lucky onlooker.” A round of laughter causes Shinso to flush in embarrassment, feeling degraded and looked down upon by all these lowlifes, petty thieves and criminals, thinking they’re better than him, oh he’ll show them.(1)

It takes a few rounds for the table to empty out, now occupied by Shinso and yourself, the dealer asks him to move over to the next chair before they start their game. “Place your bets.” you’re quick to slide over a few of your chips to his side - some black, others red and blue, he didn’t really pay that much attention to them- your eyes daring him to reject your invitation to take the money to play.

He only blinks at you, his eyes seemingly never wanting to lose sight of you as he fights with himself to sit straight to face the dealer again, the man proceeds to deal both of you the cards for you to review before placing your bets. “You tricked me.” Shinso is almost appalled at the hurt laced in his voice, as if the two of you had a bond that was never meant to be broken. “don’t believe so, told you to run didn’ I?” The mockery in your voice is a hoax, the single twitch in your brow catches his attention and he can only deem it as you being stressed, whether it be because of the ordeal regarding the surveillance room or not is beyond him. No, he was stupid and foolish and he will not fall for your silly games again. “Exactly, you knew they were coming.” you hum in response to his accusation.

“Call.” Dropping a few of your chips on the table, your eyes shift momentarily to him, “I did, I said I’d help you and here I am.” He slams his bet on the table, ‘Raise’ gritted right through his teeth at your words. “I don’t want your help!” He reveals his cards on the table, a way to show his disinterest in your assistance as the dealer announces ‘Flush’ at his hand. Your eyes meet again from above your cards, now narrowing down instead of the half lidded look you seem to always have “You don’t want it, but you need it.” The façade you held before is slowly but surely breaking, now a deep frown tugging at your lip as you reveal your own hand, brows furrowing even further in challenge as you hum in displeasure when the dealer announces your ‘Full House’ hand to be the winner of this round.(2)

Shinso moves swiftly to stand when he sees you do the same, right before his entire world starts to spin, lights and colors mingling together and causing his head to spin, he sits down again, head between his hands as he tries to calm himself down, it's probably the strain of the mission, maybe it’s the weight bestowed upon his shoulders to finish it up. The hero lifts his head up to ask you, about something he himself isn’t even sure of, he just wants to hear your voice, like a drug to him that he can’t help but ask for more. Except when he does, you aren’t there, the table is occupied by different people, the dealer is another man with longer hair and slimmer figure, and by god did Shinso want to rip his hair out.

The minute he feels like he could get back on his own to feet without falling down on his ass, Hitoshi is quick to check his pockets, adamant to find a clue your sneaky hands slid into one of his pockets while he was out, despite the tantrum he almost threw at not wanting your help nor guidance, and he does find something, a simple metal key, attached to it was a tag with the number XIII on it. 

In his shock, he almost drops the key on the ground but barely holds himself together to avoid any further embarrassment, Shinso takes deep breaths, knowing that the key in his possession is his entry to the heart of the organization, and especially to The Wise. 

Every year, specifically at the Vice City annual auction afterparty, The Wise holds a meeting with the most dangerous men within the continent, the most loathsome masterminds of the criminal world, all in the hopes of recruiting one of them into the organization, to uphold its name and spread its message. Every year, with no recruitment yet. 

With trembling hands, Shinso stuffs the key back into his pocket, eyes on the lookout for anyone who might’ve caught the key in his hand, but sighs in relief when he sees some engrossed in their meaningless poker and absurd talks, while the majority have made their way to the next hall over for the auction that is being held. He takes the stairs three at a time up the floors, facing a red oak double door, the same forsaken number engraved into it. After multiple failed attempts at inserting the key in the lock, he finally does with a huff, hearing the lock echoing in his ears before pushing the door open.

To be honest, Shinso didn’t know what he was expecting to see on the other side of the door, he thought maybe he’d watch weaponry trade off, perhaps people brawling and fighting amongst each other for the title of being the new members. But he certainly didn’t expect to be engulfed in jazz music, men with their cigars laughing and chatting, without a single care in the world, as if their hands weren’t tainted with the blood of the innocents, oh how he loathed them. In an attempt to fit in, he grabs a glass of whiskey from the butler standing by the door, nodding to him in thanks before moseying his way over to the corner in the room, he’d be damned if he got caught in the crossfire of those lunatics.

A stage is set up in the front of the room, and it takes a second for him to acknowledge the pole placed right at its center, it takes him another few seconds to see the beauty dancing on that pole, Shinso’s eyes rake her body without his knowledge, he admires the lingerie adorning her body, hugging her in all the right places, garter snug against her thighs as she twirls, her legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how she can dance so elegantly with them on… wait a minute. 

As if predicting the minute he realized it was you, you twirl to face him, lips pulled into a smile yet again, a giggle interrupting your humming as your body twists and turns on the pole. Shinso isn’t really sure how long he sits there captivated by your body, the only thing breaking his trance is the clap on his back and the heavy weight that sits next to him. “Beauty, isn’t she?”

Bile rises to Shinso’s throat at the mere sound of the person next to him, fear stills him in his place, restricting any movement he’s even thinking of doing, all he could do is sit, widened eyes and sweaty brows at the sight of The Wise right beside him. 

“Don’cha love it when women like her,” The Wise points at you with his cigar, “work to please men like us?” His arm now completely wrapped around Shinso’s shoulder as the hero feels his soul levitating from his body. “Look aroun’ya,” and he does, and only then does he really pay attention, he should’ve seen it all along, the glossy eyes, the droopy heads, it's a sight he was so well accustomed to that his brain normalized it to him. With whatever courage he musters up, he shifts his eyes to look at the man beside him, noticing the ear plugs he wore, and right then the gears start to turn in his head. “My most prized possession I tell’ya.” 

Of course you would be, how else would you have access to all these things, the card, the key, the vanishing from thin air, it all makes sense now.

“Enjoying yourselves, gentlemen?” your words are flowing like honey to his ears, a low buzz ringing in his brain as you spoke to the men in front of you. His ability to frown is nonexistent, a relaxed look adorning his face as he looks up at you, so elegant and beautiful in whatever hugged that miracle of a body.

“Sure are,” The Wise jerks Shinso by the shoulder, and he realizes that was done to break whatever trance he was in, he could only glare back at you when you smile at them, that conniving smile that hosted all the lies you spouted to him.

“y/n,” He calls you and by God if this isn’t the most beautiful name Shinso ever hears, what a shame it's being tainted by the voice of this criminal. “Wadda ya say to takin’ this fine boy to the red room, hm?” The man urges him to stand and take your hand, which he did at the blink of an eye, his body moving on it’s own to graze his lips against your knuckles in a breathless kiss. “Treat’m real nice for me.” The hero’s feet take him to follow you, his steps light, like walking on clouds, the sway of your hips pulling him closer to you until his chest is flush against your back, pushing you to move faster into the room you are pointed towards.

Walking aimlessly through hallways, taking lefts and rights he would never be able to recollect in his current state, you both enter a room, red just like The Wise called it, crimson silk sheets fitted on a king sized bed, maroon loveseats and plush carpets, everything in that red hue that it's almost nauseating. 

Bringing your hands in a loud clap, the fogginess in Shinso’s vision dissolves, your creased brows and frown now more prominent to him than ever, his eyes catch the scar trailing from the back of your neck to your cleavage, confused as to why his usual perceptive self would miss it, but then again, he doesn’t feel like he was ever himself throughout this whole ordeal.

To say he was furious is an understatement, he never felt more played in his life, he is Mindjack, the most conniving hero of all of Japan, he was manipulative and sly , known by his people to get jobs done, no matter who his opponent is, he always comes back victorious. And when his ears pick up your sigh of relief, he could only see red, he is hurt, he is scared, but now its his act, his turn to fuck shit up, he wants to hurt, he wants to scare.

“Fuckin’ lying bitch,” It takes him all but two steps for his body to graze yours, tantalizing eyes boring down into yours as you gasp at the close proximity, “you were workin’ with’em this entire fuckin’ time?”

“N-no that’s not it,” you stutter, flustered at his overwhelming presence, trying to put some distance between you and the fuming man by pushing his chest, “Please, I need you to listen to me.” 

“Oh, now you’re beggin’ hmm?” his firm warm hands circle your wrists, tugging them away from his body and using them to pull you even closer to him, his breath now grazing the tops of your cheeks, “Didn’t your boss tell you to treat me right?” he breathes, “well, get to it, slut.”

“That’s not what this is Hitoshi, just listen-” for the love of all that’s pure in this world, why does the sound of his name exceed his perception of how happiness is supposed to reverberate in his ear? “Keep my name outta your mouth, or I swear,” He hisses at you, the grip on your wrists tightening as you whimper out in pain. 

“You think you can just toy with me? Have me running around and following your orders like a lil bitch!?” He sees you trembling, lips wobbly and in tears, how ironic, he doesn’t know a few words would get you to start tearing up, the change in demeanor from when he first met you confuses him for a second, but only a second, because he’ll be damned if he falls for any of your tricks anymore. “N-no, I swear it isn’t like that, just p-please, please c-calm down! Let me explain myself-” the ugly cackle he lets out shuts you up, teary eyes widening as they fall on his, the aura he’s radiating is terrifying to say the least, your knees shaking in dread at what’s about to fold.

“You think you can play my game and win?”

It takes you a minute to answer, the word no echoing in your head, throbbing in your brain so painfully you forget the words that follow it, but what you can’t forget, what you will never forget, no matter how delirious you feel, is the look of pure sin across Shinso’s face, grin rivaling that of the Cheshire cat, because you were now simply a measly little pawn in his game. 

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, criminals that broke every law in their way to get what they desire, so why couldn’t he indulge even a little himself? 

He lets go of your wrists, watching as your arms sway next to your body like dead weight before he turns around to flop down on the loveseat, legs spread wide as he waves his hand over to you.

“Waddaya waitin’ for,” he knows you can’t answer him, but it feels so fucking good to hold such power over you after all you’ve put him through. “Now, strip.” the surge of power he feels jolts his dick up in excitement as he watches you take off your lingerie, moves robotic and forced, eyes glazed over both with tears and his control over your dumb little brain. Hitoshi is no villain, he is a respectable hero, but he’s been called that all his childhood, he might as well live up to that expectation, one way or another.

Shinso stands when you’re fully naked in front of him, long legs circling you and taking you all in, the back of his hand grazes your nipple and he all but groans as it pebbles at his touch. But god, he was nowhere near being done with you.

“Spread your legs for me on that bed,” he grins at the way you follow his orders even before he asks, “will ya?” you settle yourself on the bed before slowly dropping your weight on your back, hazy eyes staring up into the ceiling as your arms bring themselves down to circle the back of your knees, pulling them up close to your chest to expose yourself to him. 

Shinso’s cock twitches in his pants again at the opportunity to just seath it into you without any warning, but he barely holds himself back, approaching your body and feeling himself salivating at the sight, what a sight it is, your pussy looking so fucking beautiful clenching over nothing, the sight tempting him to just dive his face right in to get a taste of your juices.

Taking off his suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of his shirt, Shinso presses his thumb to your clit, frowning when he notices how dry you are, of course you would be, he chuckles to no one, puckering his lip to spit right at the nub, watching it trail down to your clenching hole, the sight igniting a flame within him, he does it again, simply to watch your spit hide in your cunt, impatient to follow suit and bury himself in there. 

His thumb is quick to draw circles with your clit, needing for your orgasm to wash over you quickly, eager for the things he’d do to you after he preps you enough to take him. The usual comforting silence is thick between you, no moans escaping your ajar mouth as your arousal seeps out of your pussy, he prods your hole with his finger to collect your nectar, smearing it across your clit again to rub even faster against it.

The only indication of you coming undone is when your thighs start to shake, your body curling in on itself as your back arches, your cunt gushing on his fingers, and Shinso is almost disappointed to not hear you moan out his name in pleasure. But he isn’t that disheartened, he’s bound to hear you scream.

You on the other hand, are petrified at the way your body is being handled, feeling yourself looking down at the horror being folded in front of you, this isn’t you, this is a shell of who you are, wrapped around his finger, at his mercy, and you want out, no matter the cost. But, you are to regret these words, because you see him unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper drilling in your ear, and you watch him lay atop you, feeling your lungs constrict at the weight settling upon it, and to your utmost terror, the only thing that breaks his bind on you is when you feel his warm head prodding at your entrance, right before seething completely in, your throat prickling when you wail hoarsely in pain at feeling like being split into two.

“No, nonononon, st-stop please, please!” You’re crying, legs thrashing and arms flailing trying to push this monster off of you, but you can’t, you think as your walls pulsate in pain at the intrusion, you’ll never be able to with him placing his entire weight on you like that, and the way he pulls out before impaling you again has you seeing stars in the worst way possible. Desperate for an escape, you grab a chuck of his hair, your nails digging into his scalp before you yank, your jaw throbbing at how tight you clench your teeth in pain and disgust and pure panic. The strength you muster to pull his head up is in vain, because it only jerks his face deeper into your neck, right where your scar trails, and he bites, so hard you’re certain it draws blood. 

Only then does he lift his head up, his upper lip smeared with a smidge of blood, your blood, before he spits right into your mouth. Sick to your stomach at the metallic taste invading your taste buds, you spit right up at him, mindless to the debris falling right back at your face, your mascara running down your cheeks as you sneer up at him. Even as he laughs teasingly at you.

“Don’t worry slut,” He rasps, his nose brushing against yours as his thrusts find a pace, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself fully inside, “It’ll feel good in a minute.” and it does, he feels more of your arousal coating his cock as he snaps his hips against yours, your wails and whimpers slowly yet surely are coated more with lust as you moan out his name. “See tha’, almost too easy…” almost too good to be true.

And it is, because when his eyes struggle to find yours, he is reminded by the feeling that overtook him this entire evening, and when he sees the corner of your lips pull lightly does he want to rip your head right out, but the minute he moves his hand, he is overwhelmed by how wobbly he feels, how your face distorts and misshapes before he is met with the sight of the ceiling, the sight you grew accustomed to when he was taking advantage of your unconsciousness. 

He groans when he feels you impaling yourself on his cock, pussy clenching so tight as you bop yourself up and down his shaft, your tits bouncing with you as he looks up at you, so mesmerized and entranced by your beauty all he does is hold your hips, helping you lift yourself up before dropping you on him, the squelching sound that follows it music to his ears.

You plant your hands against his chest, hips rolling as you pant at his lips, both of you so drunk on the feeling of each other and chasing your highs, “You gonna listen to me, when I ask you to?” His hand claps against your ass at your question, “Yes, yes oh God, anythin’ just don’t stop.” He can’t help but want more of you, want to feel his cock push against you even further, so he plants his feet firm against the bed, hand grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts thrusting up at you, moaning against your neck when he shoots ropes of his cum inside of your sopping cunt, squeezing him so tight and milking him, and all of what Shinso remembers is the way you arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your whimper out his name, as he feels your juices dripping against his balls and down on the sheets beneath you. After that, all he could see was black.

Shinso awakes startled, eyes darting in alarm before he relaxes when he confirms he’s alone, the red silky sheets now draped over his lower body, pooling at his lap when he sits up to look around once more, desperate for any sign of you. Yet he only sees a brown folder on top of the love seat, impressively thick with the amount of papers stacked inside it, and when Shinso reaches for it, he catches the note that slipped off and draped down on the floor, reading it and scowling at it. ‘You promised you’d listen’

And boy is he more than lucky to listen to you when you asked him to. Because that folder has every tiny little detail he needs to know about The Wise, from the quirks of his circulating bodyguards to the keys to his multiple homes within the world. Pictures upon pictures of the man, decoded letters and basically intel on his entire criminal record.

Fucking finally, Shinso gets to just go home no that everything’s over and done with.

Limited Edition Sneak Peek:

It is way too early for Shinso, the sun glaring at him as he makes his way into the agency, the honking cars and chattering people feeding into his migraine so early in the morning, and he groans as he pushes his door open, ready to get back to his regular routine after the incident at Vice City.

It hasn’t been even a week, but it sure was eventful, using the folder you left him, Mindjack was able to capture The Wise the very next day, via the map of the routes he takes that was attached in the folder. They were able to ambush him, easily being able to bring the right heroes for the job to overcome the quirks of both his workers and himself. Now the mastermind of Organization XIII was behind bars, making the job of catching the remaining members now much easier.

It almost felt like child’s play, at least, that’s what the heroes made it out to be, flexing their powers and their potential, when they were well aware that all their efforts would’ve been in vain if you and your folder weren't there to aid them in every step.

To say that guilt ate him up is an understatement, he feels himself decaying from the inside out from resentment, he figures he spent too much time in the dark, that it started to mess with him, manipulate him, carve him into someone he isn’t, someone that isn’t fit to be a hero. He feels like was walking into a tunnel with no way out, engulfed and trapped in pure merciless darkness, that ate away at his soul every step he took further in.

Shinso trudges up the stairs with a heavy heart, the dread at what he did to you, especially that your intent to help him didn’t waver despite his actions loomed over him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt like he didn’t deserve the life that he’s living in right now. 

Yet, the saying ‘there's a light at the end of the tunnel’ rings in his ear, the minute he opens up the door to his office, eyes widening at the sight before him, smile so dazzlingly sweet, a voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him as the words captivated him despite their simplicity.

“Missed me, Hitoshi?”

(1) its common in poker for women to be onlookers, like the wives of the players for example, the jab at him being an onlooker is basically just a sexist joke to make the people around the table laugh to ease their mind.

(2) to help gain more perspective about the poker scene you can read the elaboration here

Aaaand more about the reader’s quirk here!

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