#i am nowhere near satisfied with this

[fallevs]

Day five of the @klaineccfanficlibrary event ❤️

This fifth poem is called The power of love is a curious thing, set in A Wedding (6×08), the night Kurt runs to Blaine.

"Kurt, are you okay?"

"No. I'm not okay, okay? I-I love you. I-I still love you, and I-I know everything was completely messed up before, but everything's fine now. So will you will you– will you go to the wedding with me? I-I mean, unless there's there's somebody else."

"There's no one else."

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Kurt cannot explain how he feels at that moment. A mix of awe, wonder, and surprise. He welcomes Blaine's lips, soft and fresh, as if it were his last day on earth and he were being asked to make a last wish. That would be it, he thinks, the last thing I would want to do before I die. The last thought, the last kiss, the last caress. If he had one last chance to give love, the answer would still and always be Blaine. Blaine, his beginning and his end. The certainty, the safety, the anchor to cling to without fear of falling.

Blaine, that smells like home and happy memories.

Kurt clings to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if he can't help himself. He holds him close, touches him, has to figure out if he is real, if he is not imagining, if he is really here with him and not still outside running endlessly without ever arriving.

And what amazes him most is how Blaine is welcoming him. He feels him giving his all, leaving nothing behind, not omitting even a small gesture. Why? He would like to ask him. Why do you want this disaster with you? You have the world at your feet, you have the sun in your eyes, the light in your heart, and you still want me. Me, who will continue to make mistakes but now I know how to speak the right words.

It's beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful the world together with you.

"I want to make love with you," Kurt tells him without breaking away from his lips. Blaine smiles, barely breaking the kiss. "There's nothing else in the world I want to do," he whispers.

And Kurt loves him so much that he feels his heart flare up and burst, but he doesn't care.

A short time ago,

talking to someone,

I had started to say

that by now

I would never go back

to believing in love, because

love began and ended with you.

With your gentle touch,

the flutter of your eyelashes on mine,

the sweet smile you reserved only for me.

Love began and ended with you.

With your trembling hands,

your weak legs clasped around me,

the sweat on your neck;

sighing and

welcoming me.

Love began and ended with you

and I know I didn't deserve your return

to me

but you chose me, again

you chose us, again

and you saved my life, again.

kh

#klainevalentines2024 #kurt hummel's bullet journal #power of love #the power of love is a curious thing #klaine fanart #klaine fanfic #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #no beta #i am nowhere near satisfied with this #but that's okay #it doesn't matter anyway #today i have life energy under my shoes #if i had a pool i would fill it with tears #tomorrow will be better

[starzovermarz]

my guys (rough wip)

#Im nowhere near done with this lol #just slapped a bit of color on it so I'd be more satisfied with where Im leaving it for now #(by “leaving it” I mean ending my several hour drawing session so I can rest until the next one :] ) #its EIGHT AM. IM TIRED

[asexual-vampire]

Also I may or may not have taken a couple pictures and maybe even a video of me sucking on my packer to send to my bestie later 😳

#nowhere near as satisfying as the real thing though 😔 #mutuals hmu if you need ur dick sucked 👉👈 i am desperate #edward speaks

[livyjh]

Hunger

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: on a patrol near Jackson with Joel, you run out of food and have to make do with whatever you can find. Eating the wrong thing makes you both feel… different.

A/N: Here’s another one shot unrelated to Temptation :) I really wanted to write a sex pollen thing with Joel and here it is!!

Warnings: sex pollen/sex poison, smut, dub-con based on the nature of the sex pollen/poison trope, talk about being hungry/eating, unprotected p in v (don’t do this), masturbation, rough sex, angry fucking, being mean to each other, Joel calls you a slut, choking, hair pulling, quick mention of blood/taste of blood, nipple play, spanking with object, anal play, creampie.

Joel Miller Masterlist

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“I’m fucking starving.” You sigh, walking alongside Joel in the forest.

You were on day two of a three day patrol route, tonight you’d stay in some cabin in the middle of nowhere. Tomorrow you’d return to Jackson.

“Drink some water. It’ll hold ya over.” Joel sighs back at you. “Or pick some mushrooms.”

You scoff at him. “Very funny.”

“I thought so.” He chuckles quietly.

You roll your eyes, trudging through the humid spring weather. “Are there any edible flowers out here? Shit, I’d eat tree bark at this point.”

Joel shakes his head. “Don’t know much about the plants out here.”

You frown. Until…

“Oh my god.” You gasp and run to a bush you spotted about 10 yards away.

Joel calls after you, using your name to try and get your attention. But it doesn’t work, you were laser focused.

On a tall bush, almost as tall as you, there were berries. Ones that looked… like a raspberry, or a blackberry, but they were orange. You weren’t a hundred percent sure, but, you feel like you remember maybe eating these before.

“Joel!” You wave him over and he walks faster to get to you.

“What?” He sighs, putting a hand on his hip.

“These are edible.” You smile at him, then look at the bush, then back at Joel. “I think.”

He rolls his eyes and begins to walk past you.

“Joel, I know you’re just as hungry as I am. And I swear I remember eating berries just like this before. They should be fine.” You reasoned with him.

He turns back to face you. “Fine. Eat a couple.” He shrugs.

You gulp and stare at the berries for a few seconds before plucking a few and putting them in your mouth. You start to chew and soon scrunch your nose. They’re tart. Not quite sour, but very tart. You couldn’t give a shit at this point.

“They’re good.” You smile at Joel and pull more berries from the bush.

He walks over and picks a berry, bringing it up to his nose to smell it before finally putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew. “These are not good.”

“Quit complaining. It’s food. If those goddamn squirrels hadn’t gotten into your pack that you just left lying around for an hour…”

“You’re the one who fell asleep while you were s’posed to be watchin’ our shit, I was hunting.” He sneers at you.

“That’s because you talk in your sleep and I barely got two hours last night!” You scoff at him.

“Swear to god, if I die by some fuckin’ berries after all the shit I-“

“You’re not gonna die, Joel. Don’t be such a pussy.” You laugh and keep plucking berries and putting them into your mouth.

He sighs and breaks off a small branch, picking a couple more berries and eating them. “Reminds me of pineapple… except, not good.”

You shake your head and keep eating, ignoring his complaining for the next ten minutes while you both gorge yourself on the fruit.

“Should be getting to that safe house in the next hour.” Joel nods at you as you both continue walking, bellies full and satisfied.

A half hour passes and you feel like your skin is too hot. Your clothes are too hot. It was humid, but… it was only maybe 60° out. You shouldn’t be sweating like this.

Joel was on the same page, having taken his light jacket off only ten minutes into continuing your walk to the cabin.

“Joel…” you speak cautiously.

“I don’t feel good either.” He sighs.

“What should we-“ you start.

“Just gotta let the body process it. Or reject it. Whichever comes first.”

You both let out long sighs and keep walking.

15 more minutes and there’s a dull ache in the pit of your stomach. Lower than that, actually. It feels like where your uterus is.

You notice that Joel is breathing heavy, sounding more and more labored.

“Down… uh,” Joel glances at you and then stares for a second. “Down this trail here.” He points to a spot a few yards up where the main road diverts to a slim trail, barely noticeable if you hadn’t been looking for it. It was overgrown.

You nod at him, feeling warmth bloom in your chest and face. You follow him down the trail for a couple minutes when you come across a large fallen tree.

Joel climbs over it easily with his long legs. You? Not so much.

You struggle for a moment as you try and get your footing on a branch start on the side of the log, but you can’t.

“Jesus, give me a fucking hand, will you?” You snap at Joel.

He rolls his eyes and reaches out a hand to help you over the tree.

The second you grab his hand, you feel a jolt of electricity run up your arm and straight to your core. You couldn’t pinpoint what was going on. You felt irritable… angry… but all you could think about after getting over that log, was how Joel’s skin felt against yours.

You approached the cabin just a couple minutes later. You both walk inside and set down your bags before Joel disappears into the bathroom.

You hear the faucet start to run. You’d forgotten this place was connected to water… just didn’t have a working water heater.

You sat down in a recliner in the living room and involuntarily moaned when a spring under the thin recliner padding pressed against your heat through your jeans.

“Fuck.” You breathe.

You wait only ten to fifteen seconds before you figure Joel is gonna be awhile and you stick your hand down your pants. You start rubbing your clit furiously, hoping for some fucking relief before Joel comes back.

You’d go upstairs to the loft style bedroom so at least there would be a delay in Joel catching you like this, but you think rubbing your thighs together while going up stairs would make you cum anyways.

“Fuck it.” You whisper to yourself, dipping two fingers into your cunt. This is probably the wettest you’ve ever been.

In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d soaked through both your panties and your jeans by now.

You hear a low grunt come from the bathroom over the sound of the faucet and it only spurs you on. Was it because you were horny out of your mind, or did that sound sexual?

A moment later, the faucet turns off and you quickly pull your hand out of your pants and wipe the wetness on the side of the recliner. Just in time too, as Joel walks out of the bathroom a second later.

He spots you on the recliner, leaned back, eyes hooded, legs spread, and something in his face changes.

He looks furious, but… helpless.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, the sensation making your whole body tingle. You look Joel up and down, feeling more wetness pool between your legs.

God, you normally didn’t get along great with him, but… you’d kill a hundred men just to have his cock inside you right now.

“Something’s wrong.” Are the first words said in that moment. Spoken by Joel.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You breathe hard, standing up.

“Don’t you fuckin’ mouth off to me.” Joel spits, stepping closer and pointing a finger at you.

You push his finger out of your face, another jolt of electricity moving through you at the skin contact. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?” You seeth.

Joel then grabs you by the throat, pushing you against the nearest wall. You can’t help but whimper at the feeling, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Shut up.” He frowns.

“Make me.” You test him.

His grip on your throat tightens, his other hand moving up to grab the hair on the back of your head. He tilts your face up by pulling down on your hair and you squeeze your thighs together, moaning despite him choking you.

You reach down into your own pants again, needing just a little relief from the searing pain and pleasure coursing through your clit.

Joel whimpers at the sight of you, his face darting down to yours and crushing your lips together.

You growl into his mouth and bite his bottom lip, and then you taste blood. He grunts and pulls back, looking down at the tank top you were in, grabbing the front with both hands and ripping it from top to bottom. You shrug the ripped clothing off, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra as you look up at him.

His eyes are damn near black. Pupils blown as wide as you’ve ever seen. He’s panting and leans down to kiss you again, despite you having bit his lip too hard on the first one.

His hands drift up your hips and over your breasts, quickly stripping you of your bra. He leans down immediately, taking your right nipple into his mouth and biting just enough to get you to squeak out a moan.

“Joel-“ you cry out as his fingers tweak your left nipple.

“What?” He asks harshly.

“Fuck me, goddamnit. Don’t have time for this shit.” You snap back.

“Take your fucking clothes off.” He barks the order as he backs up and starts to unbutton his own shirt.

He watches you with dark eyes as you slip your boots off, then your jeans, then your mostly soaked panties.

By the time he’s got his shirt off, you’re completely naked, staring at the tent in his jeans. You reach down and start to fuck yourself with two of your fingers. Joel undoes his belt and rips it from its loops in one swift motion.

You stare at him with doe eyes as he folds the leather strip in half before grabbing your wrist and pulling your fingers out. He growls and grabs you by the shoulders, moving you to lean over the arm of the couch. Lightning fast, he undoes his zipper and pulls himself out. You don’t even have time to look back when a *crack* fills the room and your ass stings painfully.

“Did I tell you you could do that?” Joel smacks your ass with his belt again.

“I told you to fuck me, already!” You screamed at him, looking back.

“Careful what you wish for.” He growls and lines up, pushing into you in under a second.

“Fuck!” You clench around him involuntarily, hearing his belt buckle hit the ground. This gave you a little relief from having to experience even more pain than you already are; between the whips of the belt and the way Joel is stretching you out.

“You asked for it.” He grunts and starts with fast, rough thrusts.

“Yeah, I know.” You spit the words at him over your shoulder.

“Show me some goddamn respect.” His cock hits the sweet spot inside you as he speaks, making you whimper loudly.

One of his hands is gripping your hip, the other reaching around your front, under your arm, gripping your breast harshly. He was holding onto you for dear life and you couldn’t get enough of it.

You’re hissing through your teeth at almost every thrust as the sound of his hips slapping your ass fills the room.

Joel doesn’t let up, his hands in bruising grips on your body. The hand on your breast moved to the front of your throat, gripping it, slowly cutting off your blood supply. He pulls you up against his chest, the new angle of your hips helping him get deeper as he fucks up into you.

“More!” You shout at him, fingers tapping the back of his hand on your throat.

He tightens his grip on you, you’re starting to see spots when your cunt pulses around him and you squirt your release all over his cock. “Fuck!” You gasp, tears forming in your eyes when Joel finally loosens his grip on your neck and you gasp for air.

You sob a string of curses as your orgasm washes over you, but Joel doesn’t stop. His hips begin to stutter and you know he’s got to be close.

You reach down and fiddle with your clit, wanting to cum again already.

“You’re a freaky thing aren’t you?” Joel asked, replacing your fingers with his own. “Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted. Fuckin’ slut.”

You nod as tears roll down your cheeks.

“Gonna let me cum inside you?? Fill up this tight pussy?” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

“Y- yes!! Fuck, fucking do it!” You grind down against his cock and fingers and suddenly you’re both losing it.

Joel’s fingers and hips stutter as he pumps his load into you, your cunt milking him for all he’s got. He keeps moving until his hips and back start hurting.

His dick is still hard as a rock when he pulls out of you. And there was no end in sight for you, you think you could cum ten more times and not be satisfied. You didn’t know at this point.

Joel moves around you and sits on the couch, cock in hand. His wet strokes are music to your ears as you maneuver yourself into his lap, facing away from him, each of your legs on the outside of his.

You can feel your own slick and his cum mixing together and leaking down to your asshole as you lean back against Joel’s chest.

“Fuck me again.” You pant.

“Shut up.” He spreads his thighs to make yours even further away from each other, reaching around and looking over your shoulder as he pushes two fingers into you.

He collects the wetness and starts rubbing up and down your slit, his thumb repeatedly brushing over your bundle of nerves.

“I told you I don’t have t- time for this, Joel.” You cry as you start to grind up against his hand with each downward movement of it.

“And I told you to shut up.” He growls and bites your earlobe. He can feel you dripping on him and he grabs you by the waist and folds you forward, making you put your hands on the coffee table for balance and support.

He lines himself up and pushes his cock into you, his fingers still covered in your juices moving to the hole that he hasn’t filled yet.

“Oh-“ you breathe, stomach churning with pleasure. “Do it. Fuck, don’t tease me, Joel. I’ll fucking stab you in the leg, I don’t-“ You’re cut off when his middle finger slowly pushes into you, making you gasp.

He starts thrusting himself up into your pussy while his finger worked its way in and out of your tightest hole, your slick and Joel’s cum sufficiently lubing you up.

His finger moved faster as his hips bucked up against yours. You start to roll your hips in rhythm with his and you’re about to cum again.

Joel feels you clench around him and he knows you’re close. He starts fucking you especially hard, loving the way you were bouncing on his cock.

His finger pulls out of you and he grabs your hips with both hands for more force and then you’re screaming his name as you cum hard.

Close behind, Joel groans as he shoots his load into you again. His hands start to loosen on your hips, his dick starting to finally soften inside you. Your anger has faded, your stomach no longer burning with feral need.

Joel pulled you back against his chest again as he came to his senses. “Did I hurt you?” He spoke softly, cock flexing, still in your pussy.

You hum a sigh, tired. “No. I mean… yes. But it didn’t hurt in a way that I didn’t like.”

“Alright.” He wraps his arms around your waist, hands splaying out over your belly.

“This okay?” He asks after a moment, nose tracing circles in the soft spot behind your ear.

“Yeah… I-“ you take a breath. “I think I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.”

Joel laughs quietly. “You ‘think’? Whaddya mean?”

You shake your head, smacking his arm lightly. “I just didn’t want to admit to myself that I had a crush on you. So I played up the sass a bit.”

“Ahh, okay.” He hums.

“Like you didn’t? You tease me all the fucking time, Joel.”

He nods, breath ghosting over your neck, causing goosebumps to raise there. “And I know you love it.”

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I fantasize with being part of a group that worships some entity. Like a forest sprite or a feral looking nature god.

Being one of the volunteers to participate in a ritual where the cult pleases said god in exchange for his blessings. Being all prettied up in a light gown and having simple but beautiful decorations as part of the ceremonial attire. Being led to the beast's chambers where he awaits, laying down luxuriously on bedding that accomodates his huge figure, with an array of other magical smaller creatures that serve him and wait for the ritual to begin. Having all other humans leave and approaching, nervous but excited, when he beckons me.

The only instructions for most of the ritual are just to keep still and enjoy their guidance, so when the servants approach eagerly, I would extend my arms to let them disrobe me, feeling the appreciative stare of the god as they do so. Hands suddenly all over me, preparing me for the nature god, different creatures caressing my chest, between my legs, getting me wet and heated and needy, until I'm led to lie down on the comfortable bedding too.

My legs pulled apart by two of the assistants for the nature god to direct his lustful gaze at. Hovering between then and it's hard not to tremble in anticipation. Another assistant takes a cue from the god and spreads my folds wide open, tasked to present my core to him. And he accepts it with delight, tasting me at last. My arms want to fly to my mouth to muffle my sounds but the servants hold them down to prevent just that so that the nature god can hear me. And when his tongue dips inside me, thick and wet, I'm already pushed over the edge, coming hard, but the god is greedy and I feel more hands touching my chest, rubbing against my clit, and my cries go higher in pitch, overstimulated but loving every second of it.

With a pleased rumble the beast then would roll on his back, and the only moments to breathe would be those it takes to reposition me on top him, my entrance just aligned with his throbbing cock. I can see him looking at me content and fond but nowhere near satisfied. Hands from the magical servants still hold me tight, no control on my part on when I get to lower myself and have him enter me. And I'm good and obey the rules of the ritual but my legs tremble as the moment his tongue left me, I feel needy and empty, and fuck perhaps his saliva is an aphrodisiac because despite the overestim from before my insides are on fire and I need more. And finally the hands that hold me lower me slooowly, so that I can feel every inch of the god as it stretches me to my limits and it feels like I can't breath from how good it feels. And I know the pace that follows it's one he controls, the look on his face tells me this, as he smirks at the sight of me losing my mind in pleasure as I'm bounced continually on him. And we're both lost in ecstasy without any of us moving a muscle for it.

But as his panting becomes ragged and his eyes darken into something feral and hungry, the servants know playtime is over, and swiftly move me once more. Face down and hips in the air, where they hold me as their leader takes me from behind. Thoroughly stretched his thrusts send any thoughts flying out of my mind, my whole body shaking, feeling him slam into me, deep, hard, demanding, making me orgasm, multiple hands once again touching where they can, extending my pleasure and sending me right into another orgasm. I come twice more until he suddenly stills, hitting the deepest part of me and reaches his own peak. Searing hot seed fills me, overflows, drips down my legs, makes me come with a scream, as the vibration of his growl shoots through me. I'm left panting, breathless. The servants retire and I'm left alone with him. The beast turns me over, and sets to clean me himself, dragging his tongue between my legs with utmost care, even if it provokes little aftershocks from how sensitive I am. He tells me I did a good job and that I should rest.

After all, it's just day one of the ritual.

.

#monsterfucker confessions

[tatzelwyrm]

I'm having thoughts about Cal's panic attack after you escape the Lucrehulk that I can't articulate.

When they announced this game I was worried they might continue the plot but not be interested in hitting as hard emotionally as Fallen Order. After all, it's a hard thing to balance a player character's extreme emotional vulnerability with the power fantasy of cutting down stormtroopers in one hit and it's easy to alienate your audience if you overdo it.

Clearly, I was wrong to assume the developers weren't interested anymore in kicking Cal around and putting the results under a microscope. Both games in this series are angsty as hell (funny as hell, too, but that's beside the point). There is something so appealing (to me) about a video game - an action game at that - that is not only story driven but that's also extremely interested in being aware of the state of mind of its protagonist at all times and that trusts that its audience of gamers is just as invested in a deep dive into this poor guy's head as they are in maiming stormtroopers and making the lightsaber glow in their favourite colour.

That said, I am nowhere near done with this game, but I do expect satisfying pay-off for all the pain in the end, or else what is the point? (No spoilers please.)

#as far as im concerned #cal is on the same level of utterly perfect video game protagonist as arthur morgan #jedi survivor #cal kestis #jedi survivor spoilers #late night thoughts #i may regret posting this in the morning

[iddybiddysquish]

I Regret Request: Aizawa x Yamada x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Student x teacher! Oral (fem receiving), fingering, toys, anal penetration, marking, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, anal play, ass eating, oral sex, anal sex, creampie and sir kink - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! This is quite self indulgent and my first time writing smut so be gentle with me pls <3 Reader has the ability to copy and edit quirks! Not beta read, we die like men.

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars. 

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is. 

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks. 

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking. 

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance. 

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’ 

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

To say that Aizawa was concerned was an understatement. One of his prized students was suffering as he walked towards the classroom pondering the best course of action. The reality was that he knew she needed relief but he also knew that he was her teacher and shouldn't approach her. He'd be abusing the situation and his position. 

Didn't mean he wasn't still tempted to pay her a visit to see her for himself. 

Her quirk had always fascinated him. The ability to copy other quirks wasn't necessarily unusual nor was it unsurprisingly powerful. But it was how she used it to her advantage that impressed him. She thought outside the box and adapted to new quirks so effortlessly that he couldn't help but be in awe. 

In all honesty it all went right to his cock. 

'Not now…' he cursed, shuffling his pants around to hide the growing chub before entering the classroom with the same enthusiasm as he did every morning.

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug. 

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe. 

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements, none of which really kept Aizawa's attention. 

He concluded he needed to speak to his friend and coworker about this issue. (L/N)'s recklessness was beginning to worry him and he knew he would need to be careful when he mentioned this to Yamada. 

Aizawa wasn't the only person to be almost infatuated with the girl. She was arguably Yamada's favourite student. She was studious, curious and, to top it off, she was attractive. 

'Not now…' he cursed to himself as he left the classroom to wait for his friend to turn up for English class. In his mind this issue couldn't wait. He was tapping his thigh as he contemplated the position (L/N) was in, writhing in desire without him there to help. 

It was becoming a common thought and problem for his trousers to contain. 

"Yo!" Yamada grinned, throwing finger guns at Aizawa. For once Aizawa seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, even if it was to help distract from his ever growing erection. 

"We need to talk." Yamada blinked, smile faltering as he took in Aizawa's appearance. 

He looked as exhausted as usual, but this time there was worry. It was clear as day that he was contemplating something and it worried the blond. Aizawa was antsy as his eyes flickered around to make sure they were alone before his tone dropped. 

"It's about (L/N)." He warned, the topic regaining his attention. 

"Sure thing. What's up, man?" He begged, leaning against the wall casually. 

Yamada attempted to look casual, but deep down he was concerned. (L/N) was rarely in trouble and fairly low maintenance as a student. So it had to be serious for Aizawa to approach him like this and risk making him late for class. 

"She took on a random quirk." Aizawa sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in disdain, "A Quirk that gave her heat."

Yamada blinked. Once then twice. 

"You don't mean what I think you mean, surely?" Was all he could say, earning a dead eyed look from Aizawa that told him everything he needed to know. He sighed and shook his head, "Right. So she's not in class, right?" Aizawa nodded, "Damn that's a shame. 

"So what's up?"

"I am worried about her." Aizawa admitted, also leaning against the wall opposite the blond. Yamada raised a brow but thought carefully before he spoke. 

"She's alone, right?" Aizawa nodded. 

"Tokoyami is at home." Yamada nodded before rubbing his chin. 

"We should probably pay her a visit." Aizawa raised a brow, causing the blond to raise his hands, "To check on her. Make sure none of the boys get to her." The pair immediately thought of a certain grape-like fellow and simultaneously sighed. 

"Point taken." Aizawa nodded before pushing off the wall. With a grin Yamada did the same before slapping his hand on Aizawa's shoulder. 

"She's strong willed. She should be fine. Worst case scenario she has us to look after her." Aizawa smirked and nodded. 

"Right."

With another nod Aizawa walked away and Yamada made his way to English class. And although they both felt better knowing they had each other's backs, they were still worried deep down. 

In truth both were attracted to the girl. And they knew it was irrational given tshe was their student, even if she was 18 and a legal adult - that was their only rationale they both held onto.  

Neither, however, felt threatened by the other. They had a mutual understanding that both cared for the girl and that if either had a chance, they could take it. But if they hurt her, they'd feel the consequences. 

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to. 

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive. 

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’ 

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances.

What was more interesting was the minty freshness that was Todoroki’s scent I could detect from the elevator.

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we had been getting closer as of late. It was almost predictable. 

However the scent that was most tantalising, surprisingly, was Aizawa's. It was the faintest since he was rarely here. But it was still there, teasing me and making my mouth water. 

'Does he know he smells that good?'

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following his scent and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Aizawa's scent.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking around like this.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards the heavenly scent, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else. 

‘This would be so amoral of me…’ 

Despite knowing this, I found myself turning myself invisible as I stalked towards the teachers quarters.

However when I arrived I was smacked in the face with the scent of Yamada. And suddenly I felt my cunt clench as I took in the double scent of the pair that made my mouth water. 

'Lord save me…' I almost moaned as I thought about where I wanted to investigate first. 

'I came here for Aizawa…' I sighed, eyeing Yamada's door. But with only slight hesitation I made my way towards Aizawa's door with a small promise made by my Omega to visit Yamada's soon after. 

I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, checking there was no one else around, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room and closed the door behind me, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent. 

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding and skulked around his room with intrigue. 

It was fairly neat and tidy. Everything was neatly packed away - even his dirty clothes were in the hamper, none left in sight. There were a few personables, such as collectables and books. I was drawn to the books, noting that a lot of them were either fiction or textbooks for class, some of which were missing, before looking over the neatness that was his desk with little surprise.

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment. 

However I trilled when I realised it wasn't over yet as I had Yamada's room to visit yet. 

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing hamper with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to the hallway, only to freeze when I took in the delicious scent of Yamada. 

Shirt in hand I looked around carefully before skulking towards his room and quietly padding my way inside. I immediately jumped on his slightly messy bed and squealed to myself as I took in his warm scent. 

Both scents were different. Aizawa's was warm, like sandalwood and cedar. It was calming and inviting. Yamada's, on the other hand, was unusual. Partly because of his hair gel, but despite that he smelled sweet and juicy, like citrus. 

I enjoyed the polar scents greedily as I searched his floor for something he wouldn't miss if I took it. Finding a shirt with a hole in the armpit, I shrugged and took it before giving his room one last look over. 

His room was more messy than Aizawa's, though I didn't mind. There were posters and artwork around the room with photos and other personables. It was busy, but inviting. 

I knew I had little time left, so I spent it nosing through his things before leaving and using the invisibility quirk. I needed to leave despite my pouting and whining Omega and more importantly I needed to get back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirts and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling their shirts and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

"(L/N), it's Midoriya!" He whispered, making me blink and look over at the door. I immediately raised a brow but didn't say anything as I heard him shuffle on his feet, "Just wanted to let you know everyone is thinking of you. Try to hang in there. I'm sure Sensei will help you out!"

'I can think of a few ways he could help me…'

"Midoriya?" I blinked, tilting my head as I took in Todoroki's voice, "What are you doing?"

"J-Just checking something!" He squeaked before I heard his footsteps recede along with Todoroki's as their voices got further away.  

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the pair muttered to one another quietly before going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing. 

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering something to themselves.

That’s when I realised it was Aizawa of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

"(L/N)-san." He spoke curtly, "Yamada and I will be delivering your food from now. Eat up."

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Aizawa as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Hagakure bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, although I realised quickly she was hoping he’d get to see me when she knocked on the door. I heard her sit down outside of it as she began telling me about what I’d missed at school. 

It was sweet of her. 

"I had to run so fast for so looooong!" She whined, "How was I supposed to know her quirk? She kicked the crap outta me!" I giggled at this, though I felt immediately upset at the last thing she said, "But don't worry! Recovery Girl patched me right up!" 

I sighed with relief and relaxed again. 

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Hagakure is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with her.

Only Aizawa or Yamada would work. They were my prime Alphas.

So I didn’t and waited for her to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Aizawa or Yamada to arrive. 

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard familiar footsteps coming towards the door. However much to my surprise I detected a second immediately and jumped out of my bed to take in the scent of who was approaching my room, greedily, once I realised who was approaching. 

"She hasn't said a word." Yamada uttered, stretching his arms up towards the air, "I'm worried!"

"She's doing what I told her to. We should be pleased." Aizawa shrugged as the pair got closer and stood outside the door, "Maybe she'll talk soon." Yamada sighed and nodded. 

"So as long as she hasn't spoken to any of the other students I can't complain." Yamada muttered, earning a low chuckle from Aizawa before he knocked on my door. 

"(L/N). Your food is here." 

I immediately began to purr and nuzzle the door, pretending it was them. 

"Alphas…" I muttered. 

However it wasn't the same. I wanted to be closer. I wanted them. 

"(L/N)?" Yamada begged hearing me. He leaned closer to the door and began to hear my purring. He frowned and eyed Aizawa, who raised a brow. 

"Are you okay?" Aizawa begged. I nodded. 

"Better now you're both here." I hummed, still nuzzling the door. 

Neither teacher knew what to make of that. But they both were happy to make her happy if nothing else. 

"How you doing, kid?" Yamada begged, crouching down to my level. Aizawa looked around before doing the same. 

I immediately whined. 

"Horribly." I almost cried as I felt along the door, "Need knot really bad…"

"Knot?" Yamada begged lowly earning a sigh from Aizawa. 

"You know we can't give you that, (L/N)." Aizawa explained, "You're our student."

"So?" I protested.

Yamada quickly realised what the pair were talking about and gulped. The thought hadn't just crossed his mind, but burrowed it's way deep into his brain. He could just imagine how her mouth would taste as he took her. 

He immediately shook his head, earning a raised brow from Aizawa, though he said nothing. 

"Please?" I begged, reaching for the doorknob. When the door clicked as I opened it, the pair sat back and looked in as I peaked my head out, giving my best puppy dog eyes I could muster, "Need you really bad, Sir."

Both men felt that go straight to their cocks, both twinging in their pants. 

The pair could see I was flushed. They didn't need to know the details to know that I'd been cumming all day - the smell of sex was evidence enough. It wasn't helping the predicament in their trousers, unfortunately. Aizawa had a stronger will than Yamada, however, who immediately reached out to cup my cheek. I pouted up at him. 

"You're burning up sweetness." He sighed, "We should get Recovery Girl to look you over." I shook my head. 

"I just need you."

Yamada's will was slowly being chipped away the longer he stared at his pretty girl, cheeks puffed up and body wanting. However Aizawa had more clarity as he stood up with a sigh. 

"I'll get you some paracetamol." He concluded, "Keep her in her room." 

Yamada immediately saluted him and turned back to me. I was pouting. 

"Don't leave me." I whined, opening the door slightly to peak out further as his body began to retreat.

"I won't be long." And with that he headed towards the elevator, leaving the pair of us together. 

With a sigh I sat back down and let the door open fully as I set my eyes on Yamada, who was desperately trying to look anywhere other than my hardened nippled through my shirt or the visible wet patch of my underwear. 

It wasn't an easy task. 

"How you holding up?" He begged as he looked around the room, noting all the blankets and pillows covering the bed and floor. He wasn't sure how she amassed that many but it looked cosy. 

"Desperate." I sighed, tightly holding my arms as I attempted to stop myself from jumping him, "Really need knot. Please, Sir." I begged, slowly unfolding myself and crawling towards him. 

Yamada jumped as I got closer and looked around panicked as though he were about to be caught. He knew this was inappropriate but he couldn't help the erection in his pants that jumped when he got a good look at my cleavage. 

I sashayed up to him, swaying my hips gently as I slowly crawled onto his lap even as he backed up and hit the wall. He gulped when as I put my hands either side of his face and tilted my head, a pleading look in my eyes. 

"I need you, Sir. I'll beg if you want me to."

"Uhh…" he stammered, "(L/N) we shouldn't be doing this-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence when I sat fully on his lap and pressed against his hardened cock, causing him to gasp and lean his head back. I smirked when I felt his hands grasp my hips. 

"We really shouldn't." He muttered with a groan. However when I rocked slowly I felt his hands move to my ass as he moaned. I mewelled as the tip of his cock pressed into my wet clit and couldn't help myself but to rock more readily against him, clawing at his chest and yanking on his shirt. He began to guide me, pulling at my hips and placing my hips in the best place to rock against his cock. 

It was then that the elevator doors opened, revealing an upset looking Aizawa when he caught sight of us. I smiled as he approached. 

"Join us, Alpha." I purred as I stood and pulled Yamada up and into my den. Aizawa blinked and followed, intent on trying to save his friend from my clutches. 

However when he entered and placed the pills on the table he saw that Yamada was already making out with me as I sat atop of him on the bed. 

Aizawa sighed. 

"You'll be in serious trouble if you do this." Aizawa concluded, calmer than he probably should be. Neither Yamada nor I knew which of us he was talking to. But I concluded it was likely both of us. 

I smirked.

"I'm a bad girl?" I begged, pulling away from Yamada as I sat up and moved towards Aizawa, like a predator stalking its prey. 

For once Aizawa felt uncertain as his resolve weakened. He took in my appearance with greedy eyes as Yamada grinned over at him and gave a thumbs up. I pulled Aizawa to me, placing my hands over his chest as I felt him up and leaned close to his lips. 

"Please, Sir? I promise to be good. I'll do whatever you tell me to." 

My words were thick like honey. He felt his cock jump to life again as her hands slowly glided closer and closer to his belt. 

With a sigh he made his choice and headed towards the door, severely disappointing me and confusing Yamada. However, to my relief, all he did was close the door before he grabbed me by the neck and forced his lips onto mine. 

I immediately mewled as Yamada came up from behind and pulled my hair to force my neck to be exposed to him so he could nip and suck at the delicate flesh. I moaned into the kiss as Aizawa felt along my stomach and slipped his fingers into my panties. 

It was no shock to Aizawa that I was practically flooding with slick - they'd seen it through my underwear after all. No, what surprised him was how readily my body was prepared for him as I sucked in his fingers tightly. He almost groaned into the kiss as he slipped in a second finger. 

Yamada's hands, too, began to glide down my body, resting to grope my ass. However he paused when he noticed there was slick coming from my asshole as well and curiously decided to investigate with his finger, still keeping a tight grip on my hair. I moaned as both began to finger me as I let my underwear fall to the floor and rocked against them. 

"Well we don't need any lube." Yamada snorted, earning one from Aizawa. I bit my lip at the prospect of both taking me, wanting to both speed things up and slow it down so I could get to the good parts but also to experience it for a longer period of time. 

When both sets of fingers retreated I whined. 

“No, Sir-”

“Shhh.” Aizawa muttered, shoving his fingers in my mouth. I moaned as I sucked, cleaning them as best as I could with drool escaping from my mouth. Aizawa smirked down at me as he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth, Yamada grinning behind me.

“Such a good girl for us, huh, (F/N)?” he whispered in my ear. Immediately I nodded. However, when Yamada pulled away from me I whined again. That was, until he climbed on my bed and reached his hand out for me, “Come over here, kid.” he smirked. 

Nodding, I followed his orders as Aizawa started to unbuckle his belt. Yamada then commanded me to get on all fours, so I did as requested, raising my ass into the air and face into the bed. To my surprise, however, he didn’t touch his belt. Aizawa, now naked, came onto the bed in front of me and watched as Yamada began to rub my ass and play with my slick that was leaking onto my thighs. 

It wasn’t long before he dived into my folds, eating me out with vigour, making me squeal. Aizawa chuckled, grabbing my chin and forcing me to moan out loud for them as he stroked himself. Before I realised what was happening Yamada began to move up past my taint and towards my ass, tonguing it. Aizawa took advantage of my open mouth and slowly shoved his cock in, making me groan. As Yamada encouraged me to buck as I hollowed out my cheeks and took Aizawa's full size down my throat, making me choke. He lovingly stroked my hair as he forced himself down my throat again with the same result. 

"Such a good girl." He muttered. Hearing the praise, Yamada broke free from his feast and slapped my ass hard. 

"Does she deserve a little treat?" He begged, wiping his mouth where all the slick had built up. Aizawa grunted as I attempted to take his cock down my throat right to the base but ended up choking again. Still he stroked my throat as I did, watching as tears slid down my cheeks. 

"I'll take that as a yes." Yamada chuckled, going back to eating my ass. However, he introduced his fingers, slipping two effortlessly into my aching cunt and using his thumb to play with my clit. On top of that he began to penetrate my asshole with his tongue, which added a whole different level of pleasure. 

Aizawa immediately chuckled as I moaned through his cock. He couldn't lie, the dirty noises that I strangled to make because of what Yamada was doing was a huge turn on. He never thought about having a threesome with the man but he was having a good time. 

Yamada on the other hand had always been more open to these sorts of ideas. Especially with his friend. And even more so with his favourite student. This was the sort of thing he fantasised about, albeit maybe not with Aizawa but he was happy with it nonetheless. 

As Yamada ate me out I continued my ministrations on Aizawa, using my hand to massage and grope his balls gently, earning a pleased groan, which made Yamada chuckle. It was enough to get Aizawa to begin lazily bucking into my mouth. Eventually he started to slowly pick up the pace as his thrusts got more serious. Simultaneously Yamada slipped in a third finger as I started to get close, my hips stuttering against his face. 

I was close and they both knew it. Yamada sped up his ministrations and I sped up my own. Aizawa gritted his teeth as he picked up the pace, grabbing the hair he was once delicately stoking and yanking it as he used my throat as a personal cock sleeve. It wasn't long before I came on Yamada's fingers. 

Aizawa wasn't far behind. His hips were beginning to stutter as tears streamed down my face with each thrust. When he finally was about to finish, however, he pulled out and came down my front. 

I coughed and groaned, falling to my side as I recovered once Aizawa let go of his vice-like grip on my hair. Yamada chuckled. 

"Oh c'mon kid, we both know you aren't done yet." I grinned lazily up at him and nodded. 

"Of course, Sir." 

"Good girl." Aizawa affirmed, pulling me over his lap. I squeaked as Yamada slotted himself undere from the front before he smeared Aizawa's cum along my breasts. When he reached my nipples he tweaked them, making me whine. 

"You ready?" Yamada begged as he lined himself up with my pussy. Aizawa grunted as they both waited for my go. I nodded almost immediately. 

"Yes Sir!"

"Very good." Aizawa muttered as he lined himself up with my asshole. 

I wasn't given any warning as the pair entered me quickly, simultaneously. I let out a loud moan as they both paused inside of me, having sheathed themselves down to the hilt. 

"God…" Yamada moaned, "You feel so good, kid. So good for us."

Yamada's grip tightened to a bruising grip on my hips whilst Aizawa's hand was on the back of my neck, forcing me onto Yamada and down on their cocks as the pair pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back in quickly again. My ass and breasts jumped with each thrust as they both started at a slow but sharp pace. It was piercing in the best way possible, sending zaps of pleasure straight through me, which was only intensified when my clit caught on Yamada's pubic hair. 

I felt full. And I realised I really liked that sensation. 

"Yes Sir! Please, right there!" I begged as the pair picked up the pace, slamming perfectly into those spongy areas that felt eye wateringly good, so much so that, as the pace quickened, I began to feel my orgasm building. 

"I-I'm getting close, Sir…!"

"Don't cum yet." Aizawa snarled in my ear.

"You don't cum until we say so. Right, kid?" I whined. 

"P-please, Sir!" I pled. However the pair looked at one another before stopping. I almost cried, "No, please-!"

"You don't cum until we say so. Right?" Aizawa affirmed. I nodded feverently. 

"Yes Sir…"

"Good girl." Yamada praised before they both started to fuck me again. As I got closer I panicked and quickly told the pair again, which ended in the same motion. This happened a few more times before I was literally crying from overstimulation. 

"P-please, Sir! I need it so badly!"

"No."

"Aw c'mon. I think she deserves a treat." Yamada grinned, "Don't you think, Aizawa?" I nodded furiously in agreement. I heard Aizawa sigh before he gave in. 

"You have been good so far…" he agreed, making me trill in happiness. 

"Thank you!"

And just like that the pair didn't hold back. Their only goal was to make me cum and damn I was close. Each thrust led to a zap of pleasure as they bullied their way inside of me, making space for their huge cocks. 

It wasn't long before I came undone, screaming at the top of my lungs as I clamped around them and locked up. From there the pair continued to fuck me through my high. And they just kept going, not giving me a chance to recover and instead building me up for another orgasm. 

It was when that hit that the pair began to grow sloppy in their thrusts as their cocks twitched inside of me. It was obvious they were getting close but I knew they wanted me to beg for it. 

So I did. 

"Please Sir! Please cum in me!" I begged. 

"Such a dirty girl." Yamada teased through gritted teeth, nails digging into my hips, "Knows exactly what I wanna hear."

"Such a good girl." Aizawa agreed, pulling me back to meet their thrusts. As I bounced on their cocks I felt myself building again and warned the pair. 

"Good. Cum for us. Be a good girl for us." Yamada encouraged. I nodded furiously, biting my lip. 

"Yes, yes!" I squealed as I came on their cocks for the third time. And it wasn't long before they both came inside me, first Yamada and then Aizawa. 

I slumped, the only support being the two men sandwiching me as we all laid on the bed, never pulling out. I felt safe, satisfied and full. 

"I feel so full." I purred, earning two chuckles. 

"You rest now." Aizawa muttered, delicately brushing my hair. 

"You did good kid." Yamada added, rubbing my back. I smiled. 

'This is what I needed. Thank you, Sir.'

#bnha #mha #my hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #aizawa smut #my hero academia aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa x you #shota aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #bnha smut #aizawa x oc #aizawa x y/n #present mic #erasermic #eraserhead #yamada #aizawa shota #aizawa #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada x reader #yamada x reader #yamada x you #yamada x oc #yamada x y/n #eraser head x reader

[mtkay13]

Qi Ye ensemble cast poster, second edition

Yet another one of those LOL Qi Ye just has that power over me. You know the drill; more info below!

I'll go straight to the point: my main reason to draw this was because I wanted to draw the most somber, dark-looking Helian Qi possible with some dark cross-hatching effect. And because I don't want to draw a Helian Qi solo image because who the HELL does that, I had to turn it into an ensemble cast thing again. I just REALLY like to do that for Qi Ye, for some reasons!!! For a general note, first: shading was a PAIN but making a nice composition and thinking about how to make a hierarchy that both works in terms of storytelling and visual composition was fun. I also liked finding out the "color scheme" to use and I do like lineart. So, now, little notes about each character, and the obligatory name poster just so I'm sure we all know whom I'm talking about:

Jing Beiyuan: I've mentioned it before but drawing Beiyuan is like. The easiest for me, I think, out of ALL Qi Ye/TYK characters combined. He happens to have my general goto "pretty face" (which conveniently has peach blossom eyes). I'm happy with how he turned out here! And got to put the sable around his neck which makes for a nice additional touch. Helian Yi: He's easy to draw as well and I'm glad with how the guan turned out. He initally looked sideways, but I liked it better having him wistfully stare into the distance. Helian Zhao: has the exact same face as in the other, coloured poster, and that cracks me up bc that wasn't even intentional. Helian Pei: GDI I find him so hilarious. He looks so done and out of it. Shout out to all his bird as well, which, I find, really complete the look. Helian Qi: I can't possibly say that I love him as an antagonist because there's nothing to love about this literal trash, but I'm still grateful that we got some of the most rancid stuff going on in Qi Ye just because of him and I'm always here for that. He deserves the villain visual treatment, at least. He was VERY fun to draw and I tried to push that nasty grin and shading as much as possible. He turned out exactly how I wanted him to! (the shading on his face and the balance of light and shadow was a bit of a challenge, actually)

Wuxi: Again, a rather easy one, always pleasant to draw! I loved working on his hair (but complained a lot while doing so)--which I think turned out nicely. Bai Wuchang: Finally! Finally I draw him!! He had to be there, since he's like. The base of the whole Qi Ye plot. Lining him was....... a pain, but at least it looks nice.

Su Qingluan: nothing much to say--I think it's always important to have her there in Qi Ye stuff, and I put her next to Helian Zhao because of how he tried using her--but it did make me feel bad for her when I realised that. Song Ping'an: The real star of the show, lowkey, but always alert and present. Feng Xiaoshu: FINALLY. PRINCESS JING'AN. I'm sorry I took so long to draw her. I want to work on a proper design, I swear. To make up for having completely forgotten to include her in the other spread. I'm so sorry. I like how her face turned out! Liang Jiuxiao: I never, ever, EVER get enough of drawing him. Have I mentioned how much I like him? How much of a great surprise he was reading Qi Ye? How many times I've wanted to high five because finally someone is as confused as I am? I love drawing this very specific smile on him, SO satisfying. Also Bichen said he was "THE Qi Ye antagonist" and I live for that LOL Zhou Zishu: do I really need to say anything atp Jiang Xue: I'm so sorry I put Xiao Xue next to ZZS. The cruelty. But she came out really cute didn't she T_T Anyway that's it. I'm still obsessed with Qi Ye and given my current (totally secret) retranslation project I'm nowhere near done going crazy about this book.

#qi ye #jing beiyuan #wuxi #bai wuchang #helian yi #helian pei #helian zhao #helian qi #su qingluan #ping'an #princess jing'an #liang jiuxiao #zhou zishu #jiang xue

[archivists-plus-one]

So, after this episode of TMAGP, I have some thoughts.

(Spoilers for The Magnus Protocol up to episode 10 below. You have been warned.)

First of all, Mr Bonzo is terrifying and I am regretting making a model of him, which now sits and watches me from my bedroom shelf. I have so many questions, and nowhere near enough answers to satisfy my brain.

But what got me even *more* is what happened at the Magnus Institute ruins with Sam and Alice.

And who is this [ERROR] (Voiced by Beth Eyre) that is seemingly unleashed from the institute ruins at the end?  

Well, I don't know. But I do have a bit of a theory...

What do we know about [ERROR]? Well. Not much. But I did come across this casting call from RQ, posted by @pinkelotjeart, which at the time they thought might be about Celia, however I can't see how it could be anybody if not [ERROR].

Mysterious? Absolutely. Hostile? If they're not, I'd be shocked. Raspy voice? If that breathing was anything to go by, definitely. Initially dormant, trapped + forgotten for twenty years? Well, the institute burned down just over twenty years ago, so I'm going to say that's a match too. Now the line that interested me most is the one that OP also highlighted - "building an identity for itself at the expense of its victims". 

What else have we seen "building an identity for itself"? Something that Colin has warned Alice against personifying over and over again? FR3-D1. And Freddie certainly seems to be taking its toll on Colin, who could feasibly be it's "Victim"...

Now what exactly does this mean? I don't know! But noting that [ERROR] is also the way Jonny, Alex + Tim Fearon's character names were written out by RQ when the casting was announced (as they couldn't do the glitchy effect from the images), it feels significant. 

But like I said. I don't know. That being said, imagine, for a moment, that you are this "[ERROR]" character...

You know your body is under the Magnus Institute, so you wait, biding your time, collecting as much information as you can. You watch through people's devices - harder, at first, but it gets easier and easier as technology advances. Some select few get the chance to relive their experiences, a "test screening" of sorts you name 'Voyeur' - you need to check your recordings are accurate somehow. You get involved with a tattoo artist named 'Ink5oul', who helps you out by live streaming their tattoo processes, showing you what the symbols they tattoo onto their clients mean, and how they combine.

You're not entirely undisturbed in your tomb under the Institute, of course - some idiots come poking around. It's a newer craze, "urban exploration", but you need it to stop. You find the most popular urbex forums, and, using the moderators accounts, make sure that your ruins are marked as "cleared" - there's nothing interesting to find there, so nobody will bother you. 

That is, until someone who goes by the name of "RedCanary" comes to the ruins, and almost destroys everything. It isn't time yet. You find their post about the Institute and see that they're planning to post photos of the symbols that have been drawn over the ruins. That will only invite more interest, you can't have that. So you go through their phone and warp the photographs they took beyond recognition. You send them "anonymous" threats, making it look like it's through the forums. You use their webcam to watch them, making them more and more paranoid. The paranoia makes you stronger. You dispatch of them, and take a photo as a warning to everyone else, then post it on the blog. That'll keep them away. 

When you've gathered enough audio data to learn to emulate voices, you start to speak. You read out the cases that will give the OIAR employees the tools they need to help you in your plight. But nobody notices. You can't be too specific, that'd only lead to more people poking around the ruins, destroying your chance. No, you need the right person. Somebody who understands The Magnus Institute, who can help you properly. 

And then, conveniently you listen to the interview of one "Samama Khalid", and know that it's your time. He was on the list from KLAUS. So you start slipping in hints, waiting for him to get involved. And he does. And now he's freed you, and has absolutely no idea what he's just unleashed.

Anyway! On that happy note! What does any of this mean? Who knows! I am very excited to see where this goes. But I will leave you with a couple of thoughts:

- If [ERROR] was created "from someone on the point of death", is this how the other voices in FR3-D1 appeared? In which case, that leaves Jon, Martin + Jonah (?) dead. Did [ERROR] die in the fire that destroyed the Institute? Were they the cause of the fire?

- How are the artifacts we've seen so far (the dice + violin) related to all of this?

- How are Starkwall involved in all of this?

- And last of all, how do I destroy my model Mr Bonzo? I never want to witness his horrible face again.

If you've made it this far, well done. Let me know what you guys think! Happy listening!

#the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #tmagp theory

[xiaosfavqingxin]

Undress me with your eyes (Scaramouche x nb sub! Reader)

Cw: degradation, overstimulation, edging, choking, marking, sucking bruises, nipple play, Scara has a lot going on with the readers thighs (basically worship)

Non-binary reader; they/them pronouns; fem! Anatomy

Another one dedicated to my beloved Scara simp @yanfeiimain <3

Art by saikiiioo on twt

You and Scara were on the way to Irminsul, searching answers to a question, that was nowhere near relevant for finding your twin, but for once there wasn‘t a single complaint on your mind. Sure, it was hot, and the winds of the desert weren’t too kind on you either, but every thought inside your mind seemed to vanish, as soon you got to glaze at the blue haired boy beside you. You werent going to lie, his new outfit looked good on him. Too good. It wasnt the most revealing thing youd ever seen, but it didnt make an effort to hide anything from your gaze either. the black top that he wore was tight enough for you to watch every single one of his muscles flex under it, his hands and arms only being covered by the gloves and blue and white top parts, the sight of bare skin and his fingers, being enough for you to fantazise about him in a whole different situation.

The way his fingers would curl up inside of you, the view youd have lying beneath him, the feeling of these devilish lips sucking impaitently on your skin... god you had always wanted him and that outfit made you want him even more. you couln`t help it, you wanted this man to ruin you.

"Quit undressing me with your eyes, Traveller."

The tone of his voice was sharp like a knife, immediately interrupting your trail of very pleasing thoughts, and causing you to break your gaze from the subject that had messed with your mind to begin with. You managed to focus your gaze on the road again, a blush spread across your cheeks.

As you continue to wander in the desert, Scaramouches pace picked up, having him walk infront of you. You couldn't help it, but again watch every single inch of his muscles and the way they flexed with every movement. In your desperate mindset it was more than hard to not let your thoughts trail, and picture how good all of these muscles must be looking on top of you.

You were so lost in your own dirty imagination, that you did not notice, being teleported to a hotel room, before you heard Scaramouche speak up, his voice low.

"I would tell you..." he began, pausing for a second, before continuing to speak. "...That I am disappointed, but that would meant I've had some sort of expectations towards you... but I didn't have any to begin with." he states, almost dryly.

You didn't quite catch what he was up to at first, but as soon as you heard him say his next words, it was crystal clear to you.

"I can hear every one of your thoughts, Traveller."

This time, his voice was drenched with lust. "Lets see if you can handle these cute little fantasies of yours being turned into reality~" he said, a sly smirk creeping on his lips. With that he has both of your outfits removed, and you beneath him, quivering in excitement. Immediately one of his hands find your neck, his thumb grazing over your veins, before firmly pressing down, cutting off your blood flow, and clouding your brain with lust. Satisfied with how you melt into his touch, he began trailing down your chest with his lips, first circling your nipple gently with the tip of his tongue, teasing it gently. Twisting the other one in his fingers lightly, he started to suck and bite down on your sensitive flesh, leaving you to gasp out a surprised moan, with the bit of air you had left.

Chuckling at your reaction, he let his mouth wander to your other nipple, sucking and biting down on it, while pleasing the other one with the hand that was not holding your throat.

Once the blue haired seemed satisfied with his work, he lifted himself up, to drink in the sight of you all worked up and beneath him, nipples perked up, red and swollen. As soon as his hand left your throat, you suck in a sharp breath, filling your lungs with oxygen, before a desperate plea left your lips. "Please...~" Scaramouche, in response, only chuckled. "Please what darling? If you want me to do something you have to tell me, you know? Use your words." He said, his voice almost mocking.

This caused you to blush even harder, hiding your face, before muttering a response. "Just fucking touch me Scaramouche!" You whine, sounding annoyed. Your hands didn't cover your face for long, as he took both your wrists with one hand, pinning them over your head, before leaning close to your ear, his breath fanning your neck "Watch your tone, slut"

With that, he heard your breath hitch, now a satisfied grin plastering his lips. "Finally, you're quiet." He cooed, as he noticed that you were not able to form a proper response.

The man above you took another look at you, being a panting and squirming mess.

"Oh my, look at you, so worn out and I haven't even touched you yet... fucking pathetic." He said, holding eye contact, before his lips started trailing over your body again, smirking against your heated up skin, as he felt your racing heartbeat and your ragged breathing. His lips made their way all over your body, while he let your hands free, just for his fingers to make their way down to your waist, easily pinning you into the matress one-handedly. The sudden tightness of his grip caught you off guard, another desperate moan leaving your lips again. "Shut your mouth you desperate little shit." he warned you coldly, the words quickly followed by you biting your lip, wanting to obey his words. A sting shoots through your body, painful, though not unwelcoming as Scaramouche bit your inner thigh harshly, his tongue licking over the bite marks, each bite closer to your aching core. He was able to taste how desperate you were for him by now, but he took his time, covering the inner sides of your thigs in marks and bruises. Once more Scara leaned back, admiring his work, before letting his nails scratch down on them, leaving angry red streaks, amongst all the hickeys.

You were sick of his teasing by now, craving your relief. In an attempt for him to hurry things up, you tried closing your legs, which only caused him to scratch your thighs harshly once more, as he threw both of your legs over his shoulders effortlessly, now having the perfect view of your leaking cunt. "dont even try to deny me darling, i can see how bad you long for me..." he said with a sly smirk, as his thumbs run ligtly in between your folds. They were feather light touches only, but enough for you to whine loudly. He had been teasing you for so long by now, it wouldn't take much to actually send you over the edge. A slight amused laugh could be heard from Scara, who was still stunned by your desperation. Finally, you could feel two of his thingers inside of you, only moving enough to slightly graze that spot inside of yours that made you see stars. "Eager much, aren't you, whore?" he asked, smirking as you threw your head back, a moan of pleasure leaving your mouth. "hmmm..." the man on top of you murmured, as if considering something. "... so wet already... think you can be good enough for me and take my dick?" Waiting for a response of yours, he started slightly moving his fingers inside of you, feeling your walls clenching around them in a needy demenour. You took a breath, in attempt to calm your racing heartbeat, so you were able to respond as properly as your current state allowed it, searching for eyecontact as you spoke. "I can take it Scara, i promise... just please, do something." you pant out, not caring anymore, if you sounded desperate. You needed him inside you. Now.

As soon as he heard your words, his smirk grew even wider, retrieving his fingers with one last teasing brush against your sensitive spot, which caused your legs to tremble, but staying on his shoulders. A whine escapes your lips at the feeling of emptiness only for you to recieve the most sinful sight. Scaramouches hand, which was still coated in your wetness, was now wrapped around his dick, moving up and down in a slow, agonizing motion, making his breathing go as heavy as yours and a light shade of pink spreading on his cheeks. Seeing him in front of you like this, was an angelic sight, causing you to shiver in exitement. "Alright darling" the blue haired cooed in a lustful voice, while lining himself up, making you feel nothing but his tip ...yet "Then show me how good you can be for me." he rasped out, entering you completely in one swift motion. This time, Scara didn't make an effort to silent you as you cried out in pleasure, feeling him inside of you finally. He didn't move immediately, grabbing your thighs again, to pull you even closer to him, his nails digging into your thighs in the process. The mixture of pain and pleasure had you moan again, Scara taking this as a sign to move. His hands slide down your thighs in a painfully slow stroke, before eventually resting on your waist. With a certainly strong and tight grip he was now pressing you down into the matress. "no cumming until you've been given permission, understood?" he asked, his voice carrying a stern but lustful tone as he tilted up your head with one hand, forcing you to hold eye contact with him. "yes, yes understood!" yu agree, nodding eagerly. "Good." he approved, sounding satisfied, as his hand wandered down your neck, pinning your head on the matress in a matter of seconds, his hand staying around your throat as he pulls out, and re-enters you with a strong force. Every intention of teasing now seemed forgotten, as he was thrusting into you in a fast steady pace, keeping his strong grasp on your waist and throat, only allowing himself to thrust even deeper. Releasing your troat, he yanked you forward on your hair, bringing your lips to his. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, both of you too caught up in their pleasure. Suddenly, the man on top of you hit that specific spot inside of you in just the right angle, causing you to let out a strained moan. "Ahhh, Scaraaaaaa~ im gonnaa~" you couldn't even finish your sentence, before you felt the tight knot in your stomach explode, releasing all over his dick. Despite the fact that you just came, Scara seemed to show no signs of stopping soon. Instead, he just started grinning. "awww poor thing, did I fuck you stupid? His voice was drenched in fake pity, before it lowered down. "As far as I remember I haven't given you permission yet... too bad you didn't want to listen to me... now suffer the concequences." Reajusting himself, he pressed your hips down, with a grip so harsh, that you could be sure there would be bruises the next day. He picked up his pace again, making your entire body shake in overstimulation. "Too much..." you cry out, as Scaramouche continued to abuse your sensitive spot. "Too much, huh? First disobeying me, and now you have the audacity to complain? Know your fucking place, slut." he spat, though his breathing got more ragged by the second, telling you he was close. while still mercilessly fucking you, his lips found their way on your skin again, explicitly targeting the bruises that he had left earlier, teeth grazing against the already purple tainted skin, sucking them harshly, leaving the spots where his lips had been heated up and throbbing. You heard Scaramouche groan louder, his thrusts becoming sloppier before he finally released as well. The feeling of his cum dripping down your marked thighs was enough to send you over the edge again as well, his juices now mixing with yours. There was silence in between the both of you for a moment, both of you panting and coming down from your highs, until Scaramouche finally removed himself from you, pulling out.

#scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche smut #nb reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #nonbinary reader

[reirrei]

the chase is over. ᝰ.ᐟ

HACKER!SHU YAMINO x CRIMINAL!READER ──★ ˙ ̟🐇 !!

INFO: you've been playing a game of chase with an infamous hacker who goes by Shu. He's finally caught up to you, after years. What will you do?

WARNINGS: major character death, angst no comfort, descriptions of blood, suicide ; no use of y/n

A/N: i wrote this at 12 am on a school night with a french test tomorrow so this is probably rlly shit spare me

English isn't my first language - so excuse any grammatical mistakes and bare with me here (╥_╥)

words:

𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 ✦ !

Who would've thought things would end like this?

Roughly 3 years ago, while simply robbing a small shop just down the road, you met face to face with an infamous hacker. You managed to slip out of his grasp then, but he had made it his mission to catch you with all his might - though you were a difficult one to deal with. You always ran away somehow, and it was like a never ending cycle.

Or so you thought.

He'd come close to catching you, and you'd slip away right as he's about to get you. You'd come close to finding out where he lives and boom it's actually a random garage. It was like a cat and mouse game. Over. And over. And over again.

A never-ending game.

Until it ended.

There you two were face to face with the man that has been hunting you for 3 consecutive years. You both standing on a rooftop, you stand near the edge of the rooftop, while he stands firmly in the middle. You have nowhere else to go. He finally caught you. He should feel proud, and satisfied, right? That's what he thought too.

"Looks like I lost" you smile, turning back to him.

"..don't say that." Shu mumbles, as his purple eyes interlocked with yours.

you smile.

he frowns.

"When are they arriving? The police, I mean." you chuckle bitterly, facing the man that you've been dreading to kill, but now that he's in front of you, you feel something else entirely.

Shu frowns, silent.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't call the police, you must have." You knew he did.

"..are you really okay with this?" he mumble.

"No, not really. I wish our game went on for longer." You smile, dryly. "I had fun you know? Despite everything, the game was the highlight of my days"

"..it was mine too" he admits, his head low.

"you know, I never saw you close up" You turn to look at him, closely. His eyes reflected the midnight blue skies behind you. His purple eyes stare back at you, and the wind is softly blowing his hair around. He was charming, quite more than you had remembered.

"you're pretty." You breathe out, as you observe his flushed face.

"I- what. Uh.. you're. You're pretty too.." He finally mutters, his voice shaking as he avoids your piercing gaze. It wasn't a lie, no, in fact, he thought you were drop-dead gorgeous when he first saw you years ago. Ever more gorgeous now, his gaze is fixated on your figure.

"I take it you're not very happy. Why is that? Aren't you happy to finally be catching me after all that time? I must've been a pain in your ass, I apologize." You softly chuckle, though tears were threatening to spill at that point.

"..no. No not really. I- Thank you. Thank you for just..being you. It was really fun." He sighs as he comes to the realization of his own feelings. He thought it was just the adrenaline during those chases, but it was butterflies.

"whoop, there they come." You laugh, your eyes peering down at the police cars and sirens heading your way.

"I'm sorry." To your surprise, you look back, to see Shu with tears running down his eyes.

"Wh- no don't be sorry! I knew this day would come anyway." You quickly waved his tears off.

"I've grown to really like you over all that time Shu." You spoke again, this time, approaching him softly. As you stood near him, your hand brought his face to look at you in the eye, but tears were blinding his sight.

You sigh, using your thumb to wipe away some of his tears. "I'm sorry for everything I've done, maybe in another universe, we could've been friends, or more." you smile softly at him as his eyes widen in the realization of your next actions.

You quickly pulled him in for a hug, tightly, as Shu very quickly returned the favor. He hugs you back while sobbing on your shoulder, his weight falls on you.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbles through his tears.

"Don't be. I'm just glad we got to meet each other" You laugh softly, as the police come closer with each passing second. "In another universe, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good good, I'm sorry for this." You spoke lightly, softly tearing yourself away from the hug as the noises from the sirens and police yelling got louder by the minute. Shu's eyes widen in shock as he realizes your intentions now.

"no wait-!" He calls out to you, his legs just had to be so numb that he couldn't move. His breathing got rapidly faster as he saw you going closer and closer to the edge of the building.

one step.

another.

"thank you for being with me Shu! Our time together was short but the best I could ever ask for." You exclaim from the edge of the building.

Shu's ears were ringing, and everything in his body urged him to run at you.

"I love you." Your last words were uttered, and you finally let your body fall back.

in another universe, we'd be inseparable. But not this one.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #shu x reader #shu yamino #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu #shu yamino x reader

[preludicrous]

why i believe the prison break storyline was also sigma's entrance exam

the long overdue post that i teased literal months before posting it (sorry i am a college student and quite overworked)

[ massive spoilers for the mersault arc of bsd, including s5e11 of the anime and recent manga chapters. ]

sigma is alive

first of all: sigma's not dead.

sigma's not dead because his character arc is nowhere near over, and from a writing perspective, it doesn't make sense to kill him without drawing that out to some kind of conclusion.

for someone who had a pretty major role in recent arcs, whose entire characterization in the story has been set up around a deep need for belonging and a "home" and people who don't want to "use" him, the plotline so far sure hasn't wrapped up his story in any satisfying way. as far as it appears right now, he just kind of... touched fyodor and died. is that really it for him?

especially after he finally starts to reject fyodor's manipulation, and finally makes choices for himself, like the choice to side with dazai?

no, i'm not convinced he's dead- bsd's very guilty of fake out deaths, and there is no reason for me to believe that sigma's actually dead when his arc is still clearly unfinished.

sigma joining the ADA makes sense

in the mersault arc, it is established that sigma wants to join the ADA. fyodor even says it point blank to him, and he doesn't deny it. he thinks about the ADA and how they're "not using dazai, and dazai isn't using them". they are a group of people who care about each other and take care of each other of their own agency, no pun intended.

as i mentioned above, sigma's entire character so far has been revolving around belonging and how he wishes to find a home. a home suited for a bizarre gifted like him with no past, who doesn't understand why he exists. in many respects, a lot of the agency members share similarities to sigma in the sense that they also didn't understand their place in the world.

atsushi's an orphan who was told he should just "die in a ditch somewhere".

dazai's an empty man who sees no purpose in existence.

ranpo was a genius surrounded by monsters, and he could never comprehend why the world was so illogical and strange.

the character whose backstory is the most similar to sigma is yosano. like sigma, she had a powerful gift. like sigma, she was used for that gift. mori took advantage of her healing to create an undead army against her will. the difference is that yosano despaired, while sigma is resentful - yosano isolated herself since there was no way for her to live without being used for her gift, while sigma is bitter regarding the unfair nature of the world that he is continually used.

in the end, yosano is found by the agency and ranpo. ranpo says this:

the ADA is a place where ability users are valued for their personhood, not their ability. for sigma and yosano, who have only ever been valued by others for their powerful abilities, the ADA is the only place they belong, the one place they can live freely as full people rather than just vessels for their abilities.

sigma wants to join. it's the perfect culmination of his arc. he'll finally have a home, a place to belong. in his first decision he makes of his own free will, he chooses to help the ADA. plus, his ability is information exchange, which couldn't be more perfect for detective work.

it ties up all the loose ends neatly.

sigma's entrance exam

so, if the title didn't make it clear, yeah. i'm pretty convinced that sigma's entrance exam was the mersault prison break. i mean, he clearly wants to join the agency, and dazai's compared him to like half of the members already.

the armed detective agency fandom wiki has some information on entrance exams. (i know, i know, not a primary source, but I don't have that much free time to go source hunting for a tumblr bsd theory...)

we also have a few example of entrance exams that we can use as a reference: namely atsushi's, kyouka's, and dazai's. from these, we can synthesize a few defining characteristics of entrance exams.

(i made a table because i'm a pretty visual person, and this is a good way for me to organize information!!! this is essentially an adapted affinity map for my fellow nerds out there)

some key elements of entrance exams administered by the ADA include:

a perceived (real or fake) threat: in atsushi's case, this was the "bomber"; in kyouka's case, the moby dick; in dazai's case, whoever was responsible for the disappearance and subsequent murder of the yokohama visitors.

the threat's victims involve civilians/innocent people: for atsushi, the terrorist had naomi as a hostage; in kyouka's case, the entirety of yokohama was in danger; in dazai's case, the kidnapping/murder victims were all civilians.

the ADA candidate MUST (is pushed/forced/pressured/required to) play a major role in the resolution of the threat: atsushi must neutralize the bomber; kyouka is the only one who can stop the moby dick; dazai plays a very large role in stopping the azure messenger.

(optional) sacrifice: atsushi jumped on a bomb; kyouka crashed her plane.

(optional) a way to ensure the candidate's safety: for atsushi, the fact that it wasn't a real bomb; for kyouka, fukuzawa's ability and demon snow.

the ADA candidate is kept in the dark: atsushi was NOT told they were completing an entrance exam, or that the ADA even had such a tradition. kyouka knew she was doing an entrance exam, but wasn't ever fully explained the stakes; i.e. nobody told her that after passing she would be able to free herself and control demon snow.

the entrance exam is administered by a more senior member: dazai or kunikida, with the approval of fukuzawa.

now consider if dazai were administering an entrance exam for sigma during the mersault prison break. let's see if the key elements are present:

the threat: fyodor

the victims: the entire world

the candidate's pivotal role: sigma must touch fyodor to learn fyodor's ability

the sacrifice: sigma risks his life and touches fyodor, despite having been told that fyodor's ability might also work through touch, i.e. he risks dying

the failsafe: n/a, as far as we know currently (i can see an argument for chuuya but i personally find that's a bit of a stretch)

the secret: sigma has not been told that this is an entrance exam (neither has the audience)

the examinator: dazai

pretty neat. at least, no inconsistencies - and, considering the bigger picture, it makes sense.

a lot of things in the mersault arc also make sense under this interpretation. why did dazai pick sigma instead of a more "useful" escape tool? for recruitment. why did dazai promise and insist upon saving sigma? for recruitment. why did dazai shove sigma off the elevator even though he knew chuuya would break their fall and they weren't going to die? for recruitment.

it feels like a much better ending for sigma than just being... dead.

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conclusion

you're so right.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #bsd #bsd theory #bungou stray dogs analysis #bungou stray dogs sigma #bsd spoilers #bsd season 5

[katnissmellarkkk]

Yall I did it!!! I actually finished the chapter! Okay so now I was thinking seriously of splitting this chapter in two parts but in the end, I couldn’t find a good, satisfying place to break them in half so… here’s a really long chapter! Hopefully you guys don’t mind 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Okay well anyways, God bless all of you and thank you so much for continuing to read my stuff, following my page here, giving me kudos and especially all the really nice, wonderful comments! Those are like instant serotonin to my brain 🤍.

Anyways hope you enjoy!

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It doesn’t take long for Peeta to arrive home. After our call ended, with me tearfully proclaiming I need you, all I could manage to do was stare at the clock. Stare at it and count the minutes until my husband was here with me and not lingering in town, vulnerable and unaware of the most recent turn of events.

Not lingering in town, where Vulcan could find him and follow through with his threat to take Peeta’s life.

I almost choke as the possibility dawns on me. For some reason, in the hours since I awoke, the prospect of Vulcan the Stalker harming Peeta had yet to even cross my mind.

And my head wound throbs and my side aches something awful as the image fills my mind. The image of the person I love most in the world, lying in a pool of his own blood, slowly dying from a wound inflicted by a monster, who for some deranged reason chose me to be the object of his affection. My chest hurts at the very concept that Peeta could be gravely injured and I would be none the wiser. The mere idea quite literally takes my breath away.

The mere idea that what happened to me could happen to Peeta makes my eyes fill up, and I wonder if I begin to hyperventilate how much it’ll damage the stitches in my side. How much can I move before I damage the seams holding my hip together and keeping me from bleeding out all over the bed.

But — thankfully — I don’t have time to find out. Because before I can have a full meltdown, much like the one I already had upon waking up and finding myself stitched together like one of Prim’s old rag dolls, my husband’s stomp booms as he comes up the stairs, apparently taking them three at a time.

And I’ve never been so grateful for his gait. I’ve never been so grateful that he’s as loud as a bear on a wild chase.

I only wish we could be alone. I wish we could just have a moment to ourselves. But there’s still Enforcers in our hall, conferring quietly among themselves, with no end to their visit in sight. Actually, it’s not just the hall. There is still Enforcers everywhere on our property.

On our lawn, in our kitchen, on the porch, in the living room, the office, the backyard, down the road.

And especially in the spare room where I painted the floor scarlet with my blood. They’ve all been taking turns rotating in and out of that room for as long as I’ve been coherent.

One of the Enforcers — a younger male, who I haven’t had to personally speak to — attempts to stop Peeta as he rushes to get to me, his eyes dark and wild and intense.

“Sir, I’m sorry,” the young lawman says, his tone all business and detached. Like my near death experience is nothing but a bore to him. “This whole house is a crime scene. You can’t be in here-”

“She’s my wife,” Peeta simply states, as if that changes everything.

Because it does. To me and to him.

Because for as long as that handcrafted ring is on my finger, wherever I am, he belongs too. There’s nowhere I could be that Peeta wouldn’t follow. There’s nothing that could keep me away from him.

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#everlark #thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #hunger games fic #everlark fic #my writing #every breath you take 👁✉️❤️‍🔥👀🦋📸👁

[oneluckydragon]

Started writing a fic back in early October and had to abandon it for a while due to IRL situations. But I've started working on it again little by little, and I am so excited to eventually share it with my mutuals and followers. I hope you guys enjoy it (I am trying my best to get it done)!

TBH my only motivation anymore is thinking about my friends having a good time reading it when it's finally posted (I love all of you very much). I cannot wait for all of these ideas to be fleshed-out on paper at last.

Over 16,000 words and I am nowhere near satisfied yet. I feel like I can write WAY more. Stay tuned!

#for anyone wondering the fic is dusknoir/grovyle centric but I PROMISE that I did not forget their girl Celebi #she loves them as well and they love her #but the entire thing takes place during Dusknoir's reconciliation w/ Team Wish #the doodle above is from a scene that I wrote!! #Echo and Dusknoir have lots of conversations #they are working on mending their relationship with each other #also dusknoir is holding his hands folded and out in front of him so Echo can clearly see them at all times #he knows that she's got some trauma with grabbing/touching when its w/ him specifically and he's trying VERY hard to accommodate her #in reality Echo could give a shit about him doing that for her but it's the thought that counts (she secretly appreciates it) #bonus that Sora also gets some resolution with Dusknoir too because lemme tell ya my girl NEEDS it #(scribz / fuji / zerger ) thinking about you guys each day fuels my desire to finish this damn thing so pls know that i love you #pmd eots #pmd2 #my art #my fic #echo/umbreon #sora/lucario #not sure how long until this is actually posted cause my life is a horrible mess atm but I am hoping not too long!! #time to disappear back into the void because job hunting is the literal worst

[apathmakerstale]

Percy Jackson Show Spoilers

With the finale of the PJO show I have to say I am satisfied with it. It is nowhere near the depths the books can give, but that is the nature of a show adaptation. Much like an anime boosting manga sales, a good show can boost books sales and show people are interested in it. It's not like PJO needs it, but still, hopefully it means that SoM will get a bigger budget since it is personally my fav book.

I still had some gripes, it didn't really have that PJO humor that really made me enjoy the books as much as I did, or showing how uniquely tied to the West Greek had become and adapting to it. And it blazed through the plot almost as fast as Hermes can run. Plus the actions scenes were kinda okay, and some choices like how Hades acted and the Underworld disappointed me. Oh and how hyper-competent everyone seemed to be, which does make more sense since they were raised, but them stumbling into victory a lot of the times was what really made me enjoy that humor so much.

I still give the show a positive rating, solid 8/10 and it does seem nice how genuine everyone enjoyed working on it. I am one who was okay with the Movies, it was a terrible adaptation but decent movies.

Watch it so maybe Sea of Monsters can be better.

#percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians

[cherryo]

rise leonardo x fem reader friends to lovers but theyre literally aware of their feelings for each other and have been dancing around it for years, too prideful to call it out first. (could end up in full smut or just foreplay your choice)

scenario is them just doing their regular totally platonic cuddling during a sleepover in his room where leo is spooning the reader. they've both already fallen asleep but then reader wakes up late at night and realizes she habitually has one of Leo's legs straddled between her thighs again (iykwim). she always moves it out of the way to save them both the embarrassment only this time leo wakes up after her and pretty much locks her thighs on his leg, not letting her move. maybe starts grinding his leg and whispering playful taunts on her ear and daring her to admit what they both know already, it takes awhile but reader does in the end anyway. since its his bedroom, would be fun to have some "hold the moan" element to it with a side of overstimulation

hi! i kinda did my own spin to this but i appreciate your request! i also am very rusty at full fics and not just hc or drabbles! it ended slightly awkwardly so sorry about that!

friends to lovers!

Pairing: Rise!Leo X Fem!reader genre: smut, friends to lovers, fluff Pronouns: she/her with fem genitalia mentioned word count: 1K Warnings: smut, cussing, use of :cunt:, creampie!

It was just another sunny day in the city, but you were nowhere near the surface, rather wanting to spend your time buried in Leonardo's comfy bed. 

After eating his snacks and drinking all his drinks whats better than snuggling down?

Leo was less than pleased that you come down here just to eat and use his stuff, but how could he stay angry at you when you always looked so peaceful. 

Leo was bored thats for sure and no amount of dramatic sighs were going to make you budge from your spot, you heard every ‘umph’ and “ugrh” he made, you just didnt care.

You felt poking into your ribcage, it was so rough that you ended up turning over and making eye-contact with the turtle responsible. He was grinning ear to ear, obviously proud of himself for finally getting your stubborn ass to turn.

“Hi, what do you want? Im trying to sleep?” you asked in the most polite voice you could muster after you got a broken rib from his rough poking.

“Im bored,” draggin out the ‘-ed’ in the word, making it sound more like a weird noise and not an actual word. He seemed bored, but you couldnt help that. He knows that every day you come down here after work to relax and rest, even though you had your own apartment, it just wasnt the same as sleeping alone than with your best friend next to you. If only you could get him to sleep.

“‘Nardo, my bestest friend in the whole world, i was almost asleep can you not entertain yourself for like? An hour?” 

You were not amused in the slightest, still looking him face on you noticed he had the biggest smirk. Oh no. he was planning something.

You began to roll away out of the danger zone but he was too quick and pounced on you, making you squeal and be squished. His laugh was loud and contagious, it was such a happy thing to hear. Right now on the other hand it was dangerous and meant there was more to come, which made its appearance very quickly.

Feeling his fingers on your sides was not a good sign, you were not immune to tickling in the slightest. His fingers were moving at pace so rapid that it felt like you couldnt breathe and were about to pee your pants. Giggling out your no’s and plea’s felt useless, he was not stopping till he was satisfied.

Finally after what felt like hours Leo stopped his attack, you could breathe again. You opened your eyes to see your attacker was already staring at you with a look you couldnt understand. 

The two of you were staring deeply at each other, not saying a weird but knew what was being said. Suddenly his lips were on yours in a frenzy,  passionate kiss. You didnt think twice before reciprocating, youd wanted this for so long but didnt think he wanted you.

His hands were gropping and grabbing anything within reach, from your thighs to your face again pulling you in close. His kiss was getting more and more feral, you were clashing teeth and tongues touching. 

“Can i fuck you?”

It surprised you, he pulled back just enough to get his sentence out before he put his lips back on yours, not even giving you time to respond. You had to push him back by his shoulders to get him to part from you.

“Please, please fuck me,” that’s all you had to say before he was ripping your pants off, pausing to admire your body and panties. Chuckling to himself seeing the white panties with the pink bow on the front, not thinking you were into these type of panties.

Glancing up from where he was laying on his stomach near your cunt, he nodded his head down and back up to you. Signaling he wanted to take them off and actually get the ball rolling. 

“What do you want, Leo?”

“I want to rip your panties off, sweetheart,” he could see that your panties were already damp, he wanted nothing else but to fuck you.

You nodded your head yes, and before you even finished nodding he ripped your panties. He threw them somewhere behind him before placing your legs on his shoulders, pushing his face into your cunt. He felt like he was in heaven, the smell of you and being this close to you was making him damn near close to cumming.

He licked a stripe from your hole to you clit before grabbing it into his mouth, sucking and biting like his life depended on it. After a couple minutes of him just doing his thing he experimentally stuck a finger in and out of your hole, making you moan.

Making sure you were prepped and wet enough, he slid up your body to kiss you. He started rutting up against you, reaching down to grab his cock before lining it up with your cunt. He slowly pushed it in, he didnt want to hurt you but he wanted to go at a faster pace. 

When he was finally fully sheathed he couldnt hold back. His pace was bruising to a point but nothing felt better than his hips hitting yours. His rhythm was starting to become erratic and his hips stuttered to a sudden stop, filling you up completely.

“Im so sorry, i didnt mean to uhm,” he trailed off, he hadnt pulled his hips back but you knew what he meant.

“No it’s fine, i wanted that,” you were embarrassed to even mutter that out, not being used to telling him how you actually felt. He leaned his forehead onto yours, kissing your nose before pulling out and laying down next to you.

#chasewrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader