#me rolling up to the function wearing these bad boys

[accidentalslayer]

#yesssssss #goth #gothic #gothcore #goth aesthetic #me rolling up to the function wearing these bad boys

[axeoverblade]

Hello 👋🏻 your writting is so amazing! if its not too much to ask, would i be able to request a earth 42 miles thats slightly aggressive and a bit of a delusional yandere with the phrases 15 & 16. Totally fine if not! 👍🏻

Stuck

Earth 42! Miles x fem! reader

Synopsis! As much as you loved Miles, you couldn’t be stuck in the house any longer.

MASTERLIST

Genre: Angst(?), toxic! Miles, yandere activities.

Warnings: mentions of manipulation and lowkey abusive behavior, nothing crazy. Foul language

Word count: .9k

Authors comment: Toxic is cute on paper not irl. Blurb.

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

The room was silent. The tension felt thicker than the blood coming from your lip you bit too hard in attempt to compose yourself.

“I’m not playing with you ma. You need’a relax on allat’”, Miles spat, not sparing you a glance as he sat in his desk chair lacing up the Jordan’s he sported for his prowler “job”. You rolled your eyes, upset with how he was responding to you. He had been talking to you like this a lot lately, dismissing you without a second thought. And frankly, you were tired of it. “You can’t keep me here” you seethed, standing up from where you sat his bed. He furrowed eyebrows finishing the double not of his lace, standing up to match your energy. “Oh for real? How much you wanna’ bet?” He cocked his head at you, tone stern.

All you wanted was one night out. One single night.

The number of occasions your friends had invited you out only for you to say “Oh I can’t tonight” knowing good and well you had nothing planned had become exhausting. But Miles thought it was safer for you in the room than outside.

“Siéntate mami, Im not playin witchu’ today.” He said swiping his hand over the lower portion of his face stressed, letting out a deep exhale. His eyes unwavering in his gaze.

You don’t know how it got to this.

It used to be different, you used to enjoy your time with Miles. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Miles anymore, you don’t think you were ever capable of stopping loving Miles. But the longer you were in a relationship with the boy you had grown so fond of, the more overbearing he became.

The amount of friends who would tell you how dangerous Miles was, who you ignored or just randomly stopped hearing from had become too many. You should’ve listened. You really should’ve.

You should’ve seen the signs. The signs to leave as soon as possible, to run without looking back. But being the stupid love struck teen you were you saw the things he did as endearing, only fueling your attraction to him.

It started with him becoming over protective, asking for the logins to your social media and knowing your phone password, having his face ID linked to your phone.

Then your male friends became a problem. He made you drop them, saying it was “them or him since you want em’ so damn bad.”.

He stopped letting you wear certain things, saying too many guys would see and you were for his eyes only.

Then he stopped letting you go to functions alone, convincing you Brooklyn was “too dangerous for you to be out by yourself”. And after being on duty as the prowler seeing you go to the store by yourself for a quick snack, where he ended up having to kill a guy who tried to mug you, he stopped letting you go out at all together.

Anywhere.

“Miles you can’t keep doing this” your voice was strong, trying your best to sound as confident as possible under his intense gaze. “Stop doing what? Keeping you safe? You're crazy if you think that’s happening.” He stepped closer to you. “So just sit down-” “I’m not sitting down Miles. So stop suggestin’ it.” You raised your voice standing your ground. Miles chuckled and cocked his head back, but you both knew there was nothing funny about what was going on. “It wasn’t a suggestion. Sit yo’ ass down before I make you.” You looked at him like he grew three heads,“Who are you my father? What you gon’ do?” You mocked, cocking your head to the side.

Before you had time to think, his hands grabbed at the small of your waist and forcefully sat you on the bed. “Ion know why you think I’m joking right now.” He scoffed, hands still on your waist. “You’re gettin’ on my last nerve right now and I gotta go and handle business”. You scoffed, “You mean the prowler business with your uncle? The one where you go out and slaughter people in your free time?” You remarked snidely, throwing his hands off your waist. Though much of stretch, you figured it would get under his skin. “ don’t do that. You know if we aren’t helping the community no one will.” He paused angrily. “ You know I do this for you Y/n!” He yelled as he stood up fully looking down at you. “For you and mi mama. Eres mi corazón, you keep me alive. I make sure the streets are safe so nothing bad happens for you! I protect you the both of you every damn day, don’t act like you don’t see that.” He pointed his finger accusingly at you, his voice becoming louder the more he talked.

You looked away from him and shook your head, “I never asked you to do that. Don’t blame me for this” your voice ran quiet, barely audible. “I’m not-” he paused and sighed, putting his finger under your chin firmly, guiding you head to look at him. “I ain’ blaming this on you ángel, I’m trying to explain to you since you wanna’ act dumb.” His face was scrunched together, clearly fed up with the argument at hand. “Miles, you think it’s healthy to stay inside for three weeks straight? What am I supposed to do huh?” You scoffed, throwing your arms around. “It’s better than being dead.” He replied letting go of your chin harshly, walking over to the window not even trying to understand from your perspective.

He opened the window, the cool breeze from the night washing in over the room. He looked at you and sighed, “Listen. I know you fed up ma, but you need to understand something.” He paused, climbing out the window. He stuck his head back in and looked at your sitting figure on his bed before closing the window.

“You ain’ goin anywhere.”

©axeoverblade

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[pocketsizedquasar]

thoughts about jon, gender, n hair

aka i've literally wanted to write a fic centered around this concept for like over two years but. well. anyway. i still might write the fic at some point but lord knows when that'll happen so in the meantime here are my jon jarchivist headcanons centered around hair and gender, ft. my personal flavor of jon: persian, w/ a white grandmother, n amab nonbinary transneutral/transfemme

⁃ jon's hair was always kept short as a kid. short hair was for boys, his grandmother had said, and besides, she didn't have the desire nor energy to learn how to care for his thick persian curls; the shorter they were, the less tangled and unruly, the better.

⁃ jon explored some more fem/gnc presentation in college, some of which included growing out his hair. he attributed it back then more to just the fact that he was exploring his queerness (in a bi and ace sense) in general & that he spent a lot of time around georgie (also transfemme), and didn't really think about the actual gender accompanying it -- he wasn't actively thinking much about his own gender. questioning and coming to terms with his sexuality was already a lot.

⁃ but he liked the way his hair looked and felt long. he liked the quiet rebellion of it. he liked the way georgie ran her fingers through it. he liked how many different ways it could be worn long -- in ponytails and buns and braids and just loose down his back. he doesn't remember much of his mom, but he's seen in pictures her long, dark, curly hair, just like his now, and he likes the reminder.

⁃ he keeps it long after college, though upon getting hired as a researcher at the magnus institute, he has a bit of a crisis over whether or not to cut it, re: standards of white cishetero "professionalism" and decorum and masculinity, all of which he's doing his best to perform. maybe even early on in his research days he cuts it a bit and decides it makes him feel so bad (for some inexplicable reason) that he decides to just leave it long, though tidy and brushed and straightened and pulled high up into a tight bun so it looks neat and out of the way and functionally short anyway.

⁃ similar thing happens when he gets promoted to archivist. i personally like him deciding not to cut it here because i like him being allowed to keep one (1) thing, though i def understand other hc's where he does cut it short for S1 / being the archivist. he's still very much keeping it pulled up in a tight bun and out of the way, and removes anything else remotely feminine about his appearance -- earrings, more fem clothing, nailpolish, etc.

⁃ i read mossy's @coulson-is-an-avenger "shopping for gender in a british wal-mart" fic like 2.5 years ago and i still love it so much and it's still canon to me basically re: he tries a skirt Once to work at the sort of peak sweet point where he's settled in enough to feel comfortable trying to wear a skirt but not yet paranoid enough about Prentiss. sasha talks w him about gender and femininity and stuff, though he's not quite ready to confront it yet.

⁃ then prentiss/season 2 hits and he regresses again hard into self-defense mode; the performative masculinity goes Harder. his hair is still long but it's messy; thick curls and flyaway strands frizzing about his sleep deprived and paranoid face.

⁃ by the time s3 rolls around, everything else in his life has gone to shit, so mostly he's just like "fuck it" re: his presentation in general, including his gender presentation. there's also a sense of just.. "this it the one thing in my life I have control over," so he sort of starts just wearing whatever. even if he's not really acknowledging the actual gender feelings to himself. but his hair and his clothes are One thing he can control about himself, one thing the watcher can't really take away from him. so with s3-s4 it's like. yeah he feels like he's becoming less and less human and yeah he's being kidnapped once a month and yeah the world is going to end but at least he can wear a goddamn skirt.

⁃ i do think there's also an element of it too where, there's obvious anxiety and concern about him being a visibly brown and trans/gnc person in fucking London of all places, but as time goes on i do think there's a bit of like. even if i face violence for this what does it matter. i hardly leave the archives anyways, and even then, would that really be anything? in the face of everything else that's happened?

⁃ in the safehouse jon and martin (who to me is a trans man btw) talk about gender a bunch and Jon realizes they want to try using both he and they pronouns and maybe jon decides they want to do some more feminine things, want to try wearing skirts and maybe painting their nails again and martin braids flowers into their hair and things are good

⁃ and then season 5 and the apocalypse hits.

⁃ for the first little while in the safehouse jon's hair is still long. but before they leave, he cuts it, for several reasons -- first like, if keeping it long and presenting femininely was partially about control for Jon, this is them letting Go of that, of what he perceives to have just been an Illusion control. yeah it might make them a bit dysphoric but so what, my body was never mine tobegin with.

⁃ and i think he's also doing it as a mental preparation for leaving the cabin, after jon and martin have had the initial talk about eventually leaving. long hair is a liability; hair can get pulled on and tugged on when being kidnapped and grabbed at; hair can be drenched in shampoo and twisted by plastic hands; hair can be tangled and snag on the walls of a coffin; it can be full of dirt days and days later; hair is a hassle and a hazard and an illusion of control and above all it was a comfort to jon and this is no longer a world where you can trust comfort, martin.

⁃ martin walks in on jon in the bathroom staring at themself in the mirror with a pair of scissors. they ask martin to cut it for them. (martin gets a haircut too, in a show at solidarity and some levity. also undercut martin rights)

⁃ anyway, Somewhere Else Jon wears flowy dresses and grows his hair long and leaves lipstick stains on martin's face when they kiss and hikes his skirts up above his knees when they work in the garden and their hair is long and dark and thick and curly and he likes it; likes the way it looks and feels, the way martin runs his fingers through it, the way it reminds him of his mother and the way it makes him smile at the person they see standing in the mirror.

⁃ and it's good. it's really good.

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #jonmartin #martin blackwood #georgie barker #magnuspod #magpod #tma headcanons #lgbtq #queer #trans #nonbinary #quasartalks #quasarwrites #literally literally have discord messages from two years ago of me yelling abt this and making a fic abt it #(from which i typed up a lot of this post) #and yet here we are #two years later #ficless #so have this instead. i care them

[hargrove-mayfields]

My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Hope y’all liked this little snippet! And if you enjoyed this, I bet you’re all gonna love what our next poster has in store! So excited and thrilled to announce the very talented, very inspired- @nymphwriter!

#harringroverelayrace #harringrove relay race #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #heather holloway #carol perkins #tommy hagan #my writing #ocd billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #autistic steve harrington #epileptic heather holloway

[ramp-it-up]

Queen of Heaven

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Sex Club Owner! Reader

Word Count: 4K +

A/N:  This comes directly after Carnivores, Vegans, and Boy Scouts, Oh My! This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU   

Warnings: As usual 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. Not Beta’d, all errors my own. Woman centered Sex club, graphic depictions of sex acts, ex-free-use Sharon Carter, voyeurism, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, choking, breath play, masturbation, bi-sexual proposition, dp, sex with multiples, Switch reader, definite dom/sub play, oral sex (m/f recieving) use of pain as pleasure, Switch Bucky, restraints, slapping, spitting, explicit talk of topping Bucky, orgasm denial, cum play, use of ‘Puppy’ pet name.  Basically reader turns Bucky out, lol. This is PWP.

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Two weeks after his first meeting with you, Bucky and Sharon Carter rolled up to a Tribeca hotel in a black SUV. His driver, Robbie, was also protection for his date tonight.

Robbie parked and Bucky stepped out, then went around and opened the other door for the blonde, who stepped out to reveal a black mini dress and steep black red bottoms. Bucky could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else, and although it was intended to be alluring, it had no effect on Bucky.

But he played the game, smiling at her smirk as they headed into the lobby. 

“This is way outside of your wheelhouse, isn’t it Bucky? Are you sure you are not trying to give it a go again?”

Sharon turned toward Bucky and looked up at him.

Bucky stepped back and cleared his throat, establishing a boundary.

“Sharon, we talked about ground rules before we came. No. We are not giving “it” a go again. If that is a problem for you, we don’t need to go in here. Robbie can take you home. I’ll find another way to get in.”

Bucky’s face was serious, and Sharon’s smile dropped.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky each had a go at Sharon, and it just wasn’t destined to be along term thing. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get with one, or all of them, again.

“Robbie is my boy, he’s rescued me from more than one of your Valkyrie get togethers gone wrong in the past.”

Sharon looked wistful. Bucky almost felt bad. Almost. He knew how manipulative Sharon was.

“Listen Shar. You said you wanted to be friends. We are not a thing anymore. I know you love attention. Here is your chance. If we go in here, you can have some fun, and I can get what I need for Valkyrie. There is not going to be anything happening between me and you in here. Got it?”

Sharon batted her eyes.

“You don’t even want to watch? Sam loved it when we came.”

Bucky paused at that bit of information, but just decided to ignore it.

“Nope. You’re free as a bird.”

Sharon cleared her throat and smoothed her dress.

“Good. You won’t cramp my style then.”

“Right.”

Bucky took Sharon’s arm and steered her to the right, into the closed-for-the-private-function restaurant.

There was a tall man, dressed all in black, who was making sure of the identities of all who entered. After checking Bucky and Sharon in, he waved a long arm around the corner into the restaurant, where people, all dressed in black, are mingling, enjoying cocktails, and talking amongst themselves.

Sharon ordered a prosecco and walked over to a table while Bucky ordered bourbon. She picked up a card.

“This is the ice-breaker mixer portion of the evening. I’m off to find someone with a different eye color than I came with.”

She looked up at Bucky and into his blue eyes.

“See you later, Alligator.”

She smiled and glided away to a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and alabaster skin. 

Bucky reconsidered what Sharon said about watching as a short redhead sidled up to him. He put on a tight smile and answered the question that she read from the card.

“Ummmm. Reverse cowgirl,” he said absentmindedly, trying to be polite while scanning the place for you. 

After about 45 minutes of awkward mingling on Bucky’s part, the host called everyone’s attention and gave some ground rules detailing what was to be allowed in the clubhouse, which was not far away. The number one rule was that only women could extend invitations for sex acts. Men were free to accept or decline, or offer to watch, but nothing else. 

Sharon drifted back over to Bucky. When the information was disseminated, the host, who said his name was Utu, led everyone to the club which was just down the block. Bucky and Sharon walked in silence, each contemplating the possibilities.

Inside the club was dark and drenched in red lights. There was one angel, you, dressed in all-white. 

Bucky’s took you in. Your hair, which was pulled back the first time he saw you, was now a huge halo around your head, and your white leather corset was covered in buckles and bows. The garment seemed to be pulled tight to gather the soft looking globes of your breasts up nearer your face, which glowed with a light he didn’t see before. 

Those eyes of yours were glowing, and those lips. How he wanted to experience them. His eyes moved lower to the bodice of your dress, which was cut so low cut that Bucky could swear that he could see a hint of your areolas. That fact made him shift his stance and attempt to will down a sudden change in how his pants fit.

Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flowed down your body. Your dress fit your waist and then flared into a short train in the back, while the front hem curved upward and showed your generous thighs made more prominent and muscular by your high platform open toed shoes. Bucky stared at your white painted toenails and discovered at that moment that he had a toe fetish.

“Welcome to Queen of Heaven, Ladies, and guests.”

Everyone was mesmerized by you. Your eyes scanned the crowd and faces, hesitated when you saw Bucky, but then continued with what you were saying.

“I am Inanna.”

Your eyes came back to Bucky, your eyes meeting when you gave that name, knowing that he knew it wasn’t the truth.

 “I hope that tonight you begin to understand, and give way to your desires, whether with others, or on an individual journey to your true self.”

You locked eyes with Bucky and an electricity zapped between you again. Sharon’s head was on a swivel, watching this thing play out with you two. She cleared her throat, and that snapped you out of it. You smiled, and stepped aside for everyone to enter.

“Enjoy!”

Utu stood between you and the guests as they filed past, prohibiting anyone from coming near you. Bucky wanted to stop, but the eagerness of those around him compelled him into the club.

By the time Utu brought up the rear, you were nowhere in sight.

“Do you know her?”

“What?”

Bucky’s brain was scrambled; he’d forgotten his mission and could only think to explore his desires with you. Honestly, he’d forgotten that Sharon was there.

“Inanna?”

Bucky looked down at Sharon without registering her features. 

“I don’t know anyone named Inanna.”

Bucky’s face gave away nothing, but Sharon was a smart woman. 

“Right.” 

Bucky could tell that she didn’t believe him. 

“I’m going to go explore.”

Bucky gave her his practiced smile.

“Have fun.”

“Oh. I will.”

Sharon winked at Bucky and then disappeared.

30 minutes later, after low-key searching for you throughout the club to no avail, Bucky had gotten an eyeful of women who were seeking out their pleasures, be it by just watching, pleasuring themselves, light to heavy petting, and various sex acts with one or more partners of all genders and sexes. 

Every time Bucky came upon a man restrained in any way, his heart beat staccato. 

He thought of your suggestion to explore his desires. Normally, Bucky was the initiator in sex. It came with the territory because of his chosen livelihood. As a mobster, it was expected that Bucky would just take what he wanted.

But what if he just wanted to be taken? The moment that thought registered, Bucky’s world was rocked.

Bucky stopped to watch a woman ride a man, her hand around his throat, while another woman watched. The two women kissed as the man panted for air and smiled wide, blushing and flushed with pleasure. 

“Would you like to join us?”

Bucky looked down at the small brunette beside him, the same one that Sharon spoke to at the restaurant, and at the huge dirty blonde male who was with her. She was nestled in the crook of his arm as his hands roamed her body.

“We would like someone who wants to experience both of us. And us them. Are you interested?”

Bucky looked from the man to the woman.

“I’m flattered, but I am still exploring. Individually at the moment.”

The brunette tsked as she eyed Bucky.

“A shame. Maybe next time.”

Bucky hadn’t considered that there would be a next time. He was just here to confront you and to use the information for leverage to get you to sign the contract, but now… 

A passing waiter stopped and Bucky reached for a drink.

“Do you need anything, Sir?”

“Inanna. What does she do at the club? Does she participate? Where is she?”

The young male looked at ease in the black leather straps that comprised his uniform. His codpiece was large and Bucky wondered if he were on the menu for the female members as well. He wondered if you had broken him in. He wondered if the waiter gave you pleasure. He wondered what your kink was…. 

Bucky’s mind started to spiral as the waiter answered with a velvet voice that Bucky found oddly appealing. He wondered if there were anything in his drink or if it was the club. 

“Inanna is everywhere. I’ve never seen her participate, or been invited to her space, but there are stories. She mostly just watches.”

He indicated upwards and Bucky looked up to see cut out rectangles near the warehouse high black ceilings. He saw a flash of white and immediately understood.

You were up there. Watching everything.

When he looked back down, the waiter had disappeared.

Bucky took a drink and scanned the clubhouse. His eyes paused momentarily at the image of Sharon on a huge red bed engaged in double penetration with two muscle-bound males, one blonde, one brunette, while she sucked off another brown skinned adonis. 

“Hmph? Who would have thought?” Bucky said below his breath as he headed back toward the entrance.

He explored the welcome area more closely, and found a panel in the wall. He looked around to ensure that no one was watching, and opened it to find a flight of stairs, black but illuminated from below by red lights. He gulped as he looked up the staircase.

Your heart was beating wildly. Bucky was finally making his way up to you, and the anticipation had you wet. You would have thought that he would have figured it out before now, but you underestimated his curiosity. 

The way Bucky paused to watch people doing everything you wanted to do with him made you thrill. But he was taking too long, and you didn’t want to touch yourself tonight. You wanted him.

So you sent Paolo over with drinks to give him a nudge.

Ever since the encounter in your office, you felt things you hadn’t in years, if ever. 

Your mind would not stop creating made up scenarios of playtime with James Bucky Barnes. There was something about him that made you want to let down your walls.

The moment Bucky saw you upstairs, he knew it was over for him. Your scent enveloped him and pulled him closer to you. He took in your form, and all of his bodily systems ramped up.

You’d removed the train to your dress, which showcased your legs and as he stared at them, he decided he wanted to experience them close-up.

You watched James Barnes enter your space and stand there, sex on legs in a black and leather suit. His eyes roamed your body with possession and you watched him greet you, not with words, but with a full body expression of lust. You noticed his tongue absentmindedly poking around in his cheek; you decided that he must be thinking hard.

You decided to forgo the formalities.

“Why are you here, Mr. Barnes?”

His eyes finally met yours.

“Call me Bucky.”

You scoffed. 

“I most certainly will not. What the hell is a Bucky?”

Bucky chuckled, then came closer to you, taking note of your reactions. Your eyes told a story your demeanor did not. 

“I am here to ask you to sign the contract again. This little enterprise of yours would be very interesting information for some people. I’ll keep your secret, and offer the club protection, if you join our organization.”

Bucky circled you as if you were prey, and he couldn’t know how much that turned you on. You craved the primal, pure emotion of desire. He was taking you there.

“The terms of your contract are untenable. I am not a fool, Mr. Barnes.”

“Everything is negotiable. Inanna?”

He questioned your alias as he stared at your ass, which was a delicacy that he had to taste. You turned your head as he lingered behind you.

“See something you like, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky circled back around to face you and licked his lips, that tongue snaking out and almost destroying your soul.

“As a matter of fact… I do.”

You moved forward, as if into his arms, but just as he was about to raise them, you brushed past him and seemingly floated to a bar in the corner of the room.

“Take off your jacket, Mr. Barnes, and we’ll talk.”

You indicated a yellow couch. Bucky looked at his phone and saw a text that Robbie was taking Sharon home, and Bucky was pleased at that. He took off his jacket and sat down, eyes scanning the room to view the toys displayed on the walls.

You brought him his drink and sat down beside him.

“What do you know about sex play? Kinks? Fetishes? BDSM?”

Bucky took another drink.

“I know the basics. What all those are. Safe words. But I’ve never really…not seriously…beyond the occasional girl with a Daddy kink… Never really used a lot of toys. Well. Not like these. My sex life has been pretty straightforward.”

Bucky indicated your room and you looked around. And then back at him.

“My sex life is pretty straight forward, Mr. Barnes. I either relinquish control, or I gain it from my partner. I am a Switch. Which means that I can be dominant.” 

You stared at him and he flashed back to the meeting in your office.

“Or submissive. Sometimes it depends on the day, the mood I’m in. Or sometimes I can be both within a matter of minutes.”

Bucky started breathing hard. He felt intoxicated, but he could usually hold his liquor and this was only his third drink.  

Must have been you. 

Bucky stood up, if only to maintain control. 

You noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled into your drink. You watched as he examined the toys that were on your walls, and the equipment built in taking the opportunity to roam away from you. He stopped at the restraints. He sipped his drink and looked up to see how it was connected to a track in the ceiling. You observed his curiosity. You could read him like a book.

“These look like they can move anywhere you want them in the room.”

His voice was plaintive, soft, and wistful.

“They can. They come in very handy in some scenes. Do you want to see how they work? Do you want to play with me?”

You put your drink down, walked over to the wall and raised your arms very slowly and deliberately. The invitation was unmistakable. Bucky almost fell to his knees, but instead took another drink and moved closer to you. He looked in your eyes and then up at the restraints, leaning close to pull one down. The crank of gears was a satisfying sensation that helped set the mood as he lengthened the chain to which they were attached.

Bucky opened the latch and enclosed your wrist in his large hand, caressing you with his thumb. This tenderness was unexpected and you normally wouldn’t have allowed it, but James Barnes was proving to be your weakness. 

He looked into your eyes again and then fastened your arm into place. The way you sighed and settled into being restrained made his cock even harder. He fastned the other wrist and witnessed a distinct change in your demeanor. You were definitely more relaxed. You looked up at him and he was under your spell. 

Those eyes had a hold on him.

“Thank you, Sir. My words are simple: green for good, yellow for caution, nearing my limit, and red for stop immediately.”

You looked up at him. And Bucky understood that he was responsible for you now. 

“Good girl.”

You trembled and bit your lip.

“Would you like for me to show you the range of the restraints?”

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, Bucky walked backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off you. You walked around the perimeter of the room and Bucky stopped to watch you, observing your legs, your ass and your breasts which were slipping out of the leather bodice.

Bucky stood in the center of the room. He pointed to a spot in front of him. 

“Come here.”

You did as he asked and stood, waiting for a command. 

Bucky reached for your bodice and pulled the cups down, letting your breasts fully spill out. 

“Be still.”

Your body thrilled as Bucky lowered his mouth and licked each of your nipples, making them pebble against the air of the room. Then, he straightened and watched your face as he twisted your nipples with increasing intensity.

“What is your word?”

“Green, Sir. I’m used to clamps.”

Bucky slapped your breasts and pulled on your nipples, making you bite your lip and fluids leak down your thighs.

“I didn’t ask for all that information.”

You cast your eyes down, pleased at how this was going. Bucky jerked your chin up, then kissed you, mouth bruising your lips. Then he pulled back and his hand traveled down to your waist and around, squeezing your ass, and then back round to finger your folds through the leather. His fingers found snaps. 

“Eyes on me.”

Bucky slid down to his knees and carefully freed your lower body from the leather. Bucky looked up at you as he placed one thigh on his shoulder. Then he gazed at your most intimate physical part.

“I’ve wondered how you would look, feel, and taste down here.”

You bit your lip, but did not respond as his fingers reached up to feel your wet folds, and to dip into your heat. His eyes dropped with the pleasure of anticipation, then he looked straight at you.

“You are going to give me an orgasm, when I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

You whispered it. You’d never been this overwhelmed. 

Bucky pinched your clit.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Ah! Yes, Sir!”

You screamed it into the room and creamed on his fingers. He was fucking you with them now, and the only thing holding you up was Bucky’s strong hand.

Irrationally, you dreamed of running your hands through Bucky’s hair as his face moved into your creamy center. But you were restrained. And it was for your good. 

It would not do to fall for James Barnes.

Bucky maintained eye contact as he began eating you out. You tasted like pomegranates and the feel of your velvet innermost parts on his tongue was sublime. He could only imagine how you would feel wrapped around him. He wanted to take his cock out right then for some relief, but he decided to focus on you.

You watched, heard, and felt him lick, slurp and suckle your labia, cunt, and clit, and you gave him what he wanted quckly. And all over him.

Bucky stood up, taking off his drenched shirt, eyes on fire.

“Good girl.”

He reached for you and kissed you again, giving you a taste of you. He unbuckled his belt and you trembled, but he didn’t do what you were expecting. 

“My turn.”

He was leading you back to the wall.

“Can you let me experience the other side, Inanna?”

You didn’t imagine that he would assent so quickly.

“Oh, Yes, Sir.”

You smiled at him as he unfastened you. You stepped away from the wall and flexed your wrists, testing your flexibility. Bucky reached for your hands to soothe them and you shoved him against the wall, much like you did at your first meeting. Your forearm was against his throat, but your breasts were pressed against his chest.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?”

Bucky grinned. 

“No, Inanna.”

“Then don’t. Unless I order you to.”

“Yes, Inanna.”

“What are your words.”

“Same as yours, Inanna, Red, Yellow, Green.”

He was inordinately happy.

You slapped Bucky’s face, and you saw that tongue poking the cheek you’d just reddened.

“Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”

Bucky just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

You pressed your forearm harder, and watched as Bucky gasped for breath. You released him and you could tell he was suppressing a smile.

“Hands up, Mr. Barnes.”

You stayed where you were, your breasts brushing against his chest and driving him crazy as you fastened him in. He craved you already and even though you were right there. Even though he was fastened to the wall, Bucky felt free. 

This was the best feeling ever.

You pulled Bucky’s zipper down and reached into his pants, finding more than suitable. You looked down and smile.

“Oh, Mr. Barnes. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. Am I always going to have to clean you up?” Bucky stopped himself from nodding vehemently at the promise of more.

You dropped his pants around his ankles, hemming him up not only by his arms, but by his ankles as well.

You kneeled down and rubbed him from tip to balls, and extended your fingers behind, ghosting over his hole.

“Hmmmm. About nine inches. And thick too.” 

You looked up at Bucky, almost giving him a heart attack.

“I am pleased.”

You licked him all over, collecting all of the fluid on his cock, then you deep throat him, causing a low rumbling moan in his throat. You proceeded to give him the filthiest pep talk he ever had between your slurps and gags. Your fingers teased him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt like this before.

“Why do I want fuck you with my strap, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky pulsed in your hands involuntarily at that. It was unexpected. You stood up and pulled his mouth open, spitting on his tongue.

“Swallow.”

He did as he was told and pulsed for you again, mouth falling open for you to kiss him.

“You like that idea, hunh? Getting as good as you give?”

You began to tug on his cock, stroking him for dear life as he whimpered under your control.

“Don’t worry. We’ll start with 6 inches. I’d bet you’d cum all over the place.”

Bucky buried his head in your shoulder as you jacked him mercilessly, afraid of his feelings about the situation.

“I’d go easy on you. At first. We could start with a plug. I’d have you, ass up on my bed, legs wide, while I lick that special hole of yours, and then push it in slowly. Then, I’d turn you over and then ride your cock into the sunset.”

You were stroking his cock and grasping his neck, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“D’you think you could you fuck me well enough? Do you have it in you to put it in me? Do you want to be my Puppy?”

This time, Bucky nodded.

You slapped him again.

“Can I use your cock for my pleasure? Any time I want?”

Bucky’s pupils were blown, and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.

HIs tongue came out and moistened his lips, his eyes on the point where your hard nipples were pressing into his chest as you stroked him.

“I’m going to fit you to my throat again. And you better not cum.”

Those words almost made Bucky cum on the spot and when he saw you on your knees, he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge.

You worked and kneaded his balls firmly, careful not to hurt him, but just on the edge of pain. It was so much pleasure. 

“Mmmmmm. A cock ring. That is what you need to control yourself. Right Puppy?” Bucky would have agreed to anything at this moment.

You stroked him over your breasts, his tip rubbing your nipples and then you licked him from root to tip, plunging your mouth around him as you deep throated him again. Your tongue and throat were magic, Bucky went to stroke your hair, but his hands were restrained and he almost lost it.

The feeling was indescribable. He whined.

“Love to hear your cute little sounds, Puppy. So adorable.”

You spit on his cock and took him in your mouth again, pulling suction on his member and pushing him down your throat to make him dangerously close. Then you stopped.

Bucky’s whines and sounds were getting to you. You needed to get off again.

You peeled off your garment and lay down in front of him.

“I’m going to get off Puppy. You watch and you better not cum. Pay attention.”

Your eyes watched his jumping cock as Bucky’s eyes were plastered to your hands, which pulled at your nipples and circled your clit in tight, insistent, fast circles. You saw his balls draw up and his cock jack higher.

“Careful, Puppy. You don’t want to cum all over me right now. Don’t do it.”

You started inserting your fingers and all of a sudden your back arched and you squeezed your breast and your orgasm began. Unfortunately, so did Bucky’s. 

“Fuuuuccckkkkk!” 

Bucky roared. He had never come so hard before, untouched, and all over everywhere.

“Oh no… Puppy. You didn’t….”

You sounded disappointed as you played in his cum and Bucky pumped more spend on you.

You got up and walked into the adjacent room to take a 5 minute shower to clean up while leaving Bucky restrained.

While apart, both of you contemplated what just happened. You thought of ways to pump the brakes and Bucky was scheming on how to make you his. Both of you knew you were doomed.

You came out in a white robe and your hair tied up. You looked more beautiful than ever, and relaxed. 

You smiled at him as you released him from the restraints and handed him a warm towel.

“Clean up. You are welcome to use my shower. Unfortunately, because you did not follow my instructions, you will need to leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Before Bucky could respond, you were gone through another door, leaving Bucky to quickly shower and dress, and make his way down the stairs.

He found himself out on the street, hearing the door latch behind him. He wanted to turn back around and pound on the door for you, but he just texted Robbie.

Halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, a message appeared on his phone from an unknown number.

Let’s do business, I have some contingencies, but I’ll sign the contract. Call me tomorrow to set up a meeting. – Inanna

Bucky saved the number and smiled.

Sharon texted a moment later.

“Well? Did you get what you wanted, Bucky?”

Bucky ignored the text and asked himself, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 10: Equality vs Justice

Later that night we hold dinner for two hours before I finally decide to stop waiting for the Shelby brothers to return. Finn left to help about an hour ago and it’s just been Polly and me preparing Shepherd’s pies. When I tell her about Ada’s behavior she gets a funny look in her eye.

“I’ve got some suspicions. For now I’ll wait for Ada to come to me but my patience is wearing thin. She’s been avoiding me.”

A few more minutes go by and I check the clock. “Do you always wait for them to come back this late? If I were to stay out unaccompanied like this my mother would personally kill me.”

Polly laughs as she stirs the filling. “With those boys nothing is ever normal. Between John worrying about his family, Arthur wanting to be smarter than he is, and Thomas thinking he knows everything, I sometimes wonder how they can even function.”

“And Finn?”

She sighs heavily. “I hope he’ll turn out straight. He tries so hard to be like his brothers that sometimes we forget he’s still just a kid. How’s his lessons been going?”

I wipe my flower-covered hands on a towel. “No complaints at all, ma’am. Finn’s a prime student. He definitely has potential and dedication, though I’m glad to say he does not share his brother’s lack of resilience. Finn always has an open mind, which I think is inspired by his sister.”

We hear the front door open and all four Shelby brothers crowd into the room, all taking their places at the kitchen table. I can tell they’ve been drinking due to the smell of liquor but they seem to be level-headed enough. I just hope Finn hasn’t drank too much.

“How was the bonfire?” I ask lightly as I pass out a tray of slightly-cold pies.

“Affective.” 

Thomas is the only one to reply as they all dig into the simple meal. No doubt they’re tired. Finn is the only one that still shows any hint of ignorance. In these insane times a touch of ignorance might not be so bad.

“I got to leave early,” John says after he swallows. “Kids’ll be wanting their dad to tuck ‘em in.”

“Ever considered a sitter?” I ask.

Arthur slurs a laugh. “Ha! Yeah, so we can pay you double? Watch his tykes and teach Finn, ey?”

I shake my head and try to defend his accusation but John waves it off.

“‘S alright, Steenstra. I don’t expect you to. You’ve got enough on your plate as it is. I need a more stable solution.”

Thomas speaks up. “You need a wife, John.” He gets up and comes over to search through the cupboard. “Polly, where are those biscuits-?”

“In the refrigerator,” John says. “Though there may not be many left. Verena’s a damn good baker.”

“All the more reason why my decision to hire her has paid off well,” Polly comments. “Which is why you lot should treat her as the proper Peaky Blinders employee she is, Arthur.” She points a warning finger at the eldest Shelby brother, who just rolls his eyes.

“Respect is earned,” I reply. “Since my position is temporary I don’t expect to gain anything before-”

“Before you go back,” Finn grunts. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

Thomas ruffles his brother’s hair. “Hear that, Verena? Someone’s gonna miss you.”

Finn swats his hand away. “I will not!”

“I will,” John says as he chews another cookie. “Without her there’s no biscuits.”

The brothers go on chatting about other Blinders business and I take the chance to finish cleaning part of the kitchen before slipping off to bed. It’s already midnight and my eyes are starting to droop. I don’t even bother thinking about reading as I dim the lights and slip under the covers…

“Clocking out early?” Thomas’ voice stirs me from my thoughts. He’s standing in the doorway.

“It’s midnight, Mr. Shelby. If I did have an established work schedule my shift would have ended hours ago.”

The man simply nods his head and walks over to look out my window. “Dinner was nice. And I know John’s exaggerated this already but your biscuits are to die for.”

In the dark I stand up to face him better. “Trying to butter me up with a compliment before delivering unpleasant news?”

Thomas’ reaction is covered by the shadows. “Only giving a compliment, Ms. Steenstra. I must say I’m surprised at how much you’ve changed around here.”

I tilt my head. “I haven’t changed much in the house besides my cooking-”

“I mean us,” Thomas gestures towards the kitchen. “You might not see it but you do more than what you think, Verena. And Finn will miss you, by the way.” He pauses. “Most all of us will miss you.”

“Most?”

“Well… Arthur’s still undecided about me hiring you.”

I nod respectfully. “I’m still grateful for your trust. In my family it’s a high honor for younger members to be part of something this big.”

Something I say doesn’t sit well with Thomas. His laid-back expression shifts to one of curiosity.

“Members? What kind of family are you part of, Steenstra?”

I slipped up. He suspects my involvement with the mob. 

“Like I said before. I’m half Dutch, half Irish. My father runs a chain of breweries.”

“And are there any business deals made under the table away from federal eyes?” Thomas inquires.

I keep a steady expression. “Do not accuse my father of bootlegging, Mr. Shelby. All his transactions are thoroughly legal.”

It’s not a lie. Father’s refused several proposals from Uncle Colon about selling his products to the Irish mobs. Thankfully my answer persuades Thomas to drop the subject.

“Your father seems like a good man. He raised a bright and resourceful daughter.” Thomas steps closer and I can smell the mint cologne and ash on him. “Good night, Ms. Steenstra.”

“Good night, Thomas. Prayers be with you.”

The gangster nods and exits the room, taking the chill of the conversation with him. That was close. At this point I’ve gone too far to confess to my family connections. The Shelbys trust me as myself, not as a mob asset. As I lay down once again to catch some sleep I can’t help but wonder if my family’s noticed I’m missing…

I open my eyes to a brand-new day and quickly get dressed. Now that I have my own clothing with English fashion I don’t feel like an oddball. It’s already 10:00. Much later than I wanted to start but there’s no use crying about it. I walk into the kitchen and am not surprised to find out that Thomas and his brothers have already left.

“Morning, love,” Polly greets from the table. “Finn’s running an errand and then you can do a lesson. He seemed eager to get back so you should expect him soon. The only other one who’s here is Ada.”

As if on cue, the Shelby sister walks into the room and slumps into the chair next to Polly.

“Good of you to join us.” Polly remarks as Ada pours some tea. “Where have you been all day?”

“In bed,” the brunette replies, sharing knowing glances with me. Sure. ‘Bed.’ “Couldn’t sleep. Then I couldn’t wake up.”

She goes on to ramble about dreams while Polly chats about recent bad news. It’s not until I hear Polly abruptly say “stand up” that I look up from the novel I’m reading. Ada does as she’s told and Polly walks around examining her, then suddenly feels up her chest.

“Polly what are you doing?” Ada shouts.

“Ada. How late are you?”

Her words take a moment to drift in the air, then it clicks in my head. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. It was only a matter of time before Ada’s affair would catch up with her. She’s pregnant.

“One week- 5 weeks- seven weeks, but it must be a lack of iron…” Ada desperately tries to patch up an excuse.

But Polly won’t have it. “I’m taking you to the doctor.” She gives Ada a stern look to quiet her then glances over at me. “Verena, love, it’s best you not tell a soul if you know what’s good for you. You can wait here for Finn while I take her.”

Hiding my face behind my book cover, I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

Polly nods and drags Ada out of the room. Ada gives me one last panicked look before the pair walks through the front door. Don’t expect sympathy from me. You know what you were getting yourself into. I sit quietly at the table and continue reading until the door opens again and Finn walks in.

“Where’s Aunt Polly?”

Not a word about Ada. “She had something come up. Didn’t say when she’d be back.” I try to reroute the conversation. “What do you want to learn about today?”

Finn joins me at the table and sets down a new book. “I found this at the library. Before you say anything-” He points a finger at me. “No, I don’t agree with Tommy about using public resources. I like the library.” He holds the book up for me to see. “I found this today and was hoping you might know about it?”

The book is one I’ve never heard of before but the topic looks enticing. “You want to learn about equality and justice?”

“Yeah. We deal with social concepts like them all the time in the family business.”

“That you do, Finn. If only others would share your willingness to learn.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Thomas’ voice asks from behind.

Of course he’s here. I turn around to find the blue-eyed gangster leaning against the counter with an amused smirk.

“Good morning, Thomas. Care to join us?”

“Depends. Will I like what I hear?” 

I raise a brow. “Depends. Does talk of justice bother you? You Shelbys seem to admire it.”

Thomas doesn’t answer verbally. Instead he slowly walks over to sit next to Finn. I take that as my cue to begin.

“Equality is the state of being equal, regardless of background or social status.”

“So socialism, then,” Thomas says.

“Please hold all comments for after the lesson, Mr. Shelby. As I was saying, justice is the concept of what is fair. What is right and what is deserved.”

“That sounds like the same thing as equality,” Finn says, confused.

“Think of it like this, Finn. Imagine two people watching a horse race from behind a fence. They’re each too short to see over the top. In a scenario when equality is involved, each person is given a crate to stand on. However one person is still too short to see over. In a scenario with justice, the fence would be removed to allow both people to see.”

Both Shelbys take in my words with consideration. However our lesson is interrupted when Arthur bursts through the door.

“Tommy, where’ve you been? Been looking for you in the Bull Ring and you’re here being lectured by the American?”

I suppress the urge to argue. Thankfully I don’t have to because Thomas does the work for me.

“She’s got a name, Arthur. Verena’s a Peaky Blinders employee so she’ll be treated as such. We were just finishing a lesson with Finn.”

The oldest Shelby brother takes little notice to apologize and motions for Thomas to follow him. Probably more urgent business than a lecture.

“That’s enough for today, Finn.”

He gives a disappointed sigh. “Thanks, Verena.”

The rest of the day ticks by and I do my best to make the time pass faster while I wait for Ada and Polly to return. The sound of the door opening alerts me to look up from my book and see the two sit down on the couch across from me, both holding cigarettes.

“You’re pregnant, and you’re smoking?! What is wrong with you?”

“Quiet!” Polly hisses. “I’ll talk to Tommy about it later but for now no one knows. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She nods. “Good. How was Finn today?”

How can she expect me to ignore this blessing? “Ambitious as usual. Is the baby healthy?”

“So far so good,” Ada assures me. “Have you been stuck inside all day? You should get some fresh air.”

Come to think of it, I am getting a little antsy. Some time outdoors would do me some good. Polly and Ada probably need to discuss the situation more thoroughly with privacy.

“Good idea, Ada. I think I’ll step out back and take a stroll in the alley. I won’t stray far.”

After picking out a hat to block out what little sun there is I see Polly approach me with a pistol.

“For protection.”

I take it graciously and slip it into my skirt pocket. “How did you know I know how to shoot one?”

She gives me a subtle wink. “Intuition.”

The moment I open the back door I’m welcomed by a gust of ash and dirt. Today’s much windier than normal and is not in my favor. But beggars can’t be choosers. I should stretch my legs before I develop cabin fever. The pistol's weight pressing against my leg serves as a reminder that I can defend against any unwanted violence.

Just as I step into the alley and wander into the nearby street the sound of hooves signals for me to peek around the corner. Thomas is back, and he’s riding his new white horse. The horse almost looks out of place here, with the whole ‘gloom and doom’ atmosphere. Thomas halts the horse and dismounts, gently stroking the animal’s nose.

“Seems to me like you treat horses like people and people like snakes.”

Thomas rolls his eyes but takes the comment all in good fun. “Yeah, yeah. The humanity in me is dead.” He pats the horse and ties him to a nearby hitching post. “On another note, I just talked with Grace. I’m taking her to the races later this week.”

My thoughts come to an abrupt stop, like a freight train tumbling off a twisted track. Why? Why do I feel so… disappointed? It only makes sense that Thomas would ask her out. Grace is pretty and kind. He’ll only ever think of me as an employee, so at least he trusts me enough with his family’s business.

“Oh. That sounds fun,” I try to sound encouraging. “Are the races here exciting?”

“They never disappoint, love. Ever been to one?”

I shake my head and stroke the horse’s mane. “My father never lets me go to the races. Says it’s not ladylike.” Another thought surfaces. “What did you think of today’s lesson?”

The gangster scoffs and takes off his cap to run a hand through his hair. “I think part of that lecture was directed at me.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. You want me to reconsider my mindset of establishing justice, eh?”

Honestly I didn’t plan for the topic to hint at Thomas’ mindset but he makes a good point. “You have heart, Thomas. But you can’t act as life’s judge, jury, and executioner. It’s not always about what people deserve. It can be about what they need. No, they may not always want what they need. But God’s plans aren’t spelled out for everyone.”

Thomas looks over at me with a happy smile. “Keep that hope alive, Verena. We all need it.”

His praise causes me to smile too. Besides being a teacher I’m also on the good side of one of the fiercest gangsters in England all because I speak my mind.

But the moment is gone when Thomas reaches for a cigarette and I see something fall out of his pocket. I bend down to pick it up and dust off the ash to reveal a gleaming silver and bronze bullet with the markings Tommy etched into it.

“Thomas, what is this?”

My boss takes a puff of his cigarette. “Oh. That. ‘S just a gift from the Lee family.”

This is no gift, this is a threat! I’ve heard of threats like this from Uncle Colon and they are no light matter. How is he so calm?

“They’ve signed your death warrant, Thomas. The bullet literally has your name on it!”

But Thomas doesn’t share my worry. Instead he chuckles and puts both hands on my shoulders. “No need to worry, love. I’ll handle it.’S not the first time I’ve gotten a death threat. Now,” he rubs his hands together and starts walking towards the Shelby house. “Where’s Polly? I’ve got a few questions for her.”

Oh. Right. And he doesn’t know about Ada yet.

“Last I saw she was in the living room.” Lord, I do not want to hear this!

I follow him inside and briskly walk back to hide in the kitchen, where Finn has settled to do some reading. He is also smoking a cigarette!

“Finn! Not you too!” I throw my arms up in defeat. “Am I the only one who thinks smoking is a death wish?”

He just shrugs and continues reading. I don’t hear a reaction from the other room but after a few minutes Polly walks in with a determined look.

“I just told Tommy.”

“About Ada?” I ask softly.

“Yes.”

“What’d he say?”

Polly sets out the kettle and begins brewing tea. “Nothing. He just stormed out to find her. The instant Ada spills his name, he’s a dead man. Thomas won’t stand for it.”

I don’t blame him. If I were to ever try something like that my brothers would kill any man who looks at me in cold blood. All I can hope is that Thomas goes easy on the poor bloke.

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Waiting for the Ball to Drop

Day 14 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Cock warming

Word Count: 2131

It's New Year's Eve at the Yagami household. And L wants Light to wear a special Christmas present for the occasion.

A year and a half had passed since the Kira case went cold.  Sure, the task force never caught Kira, but the killings stopped.  The world changed only slightly for the better.  Everything was fine.  But something came out of that investigation.  Something wonderful.  They were both too stubborn to admit it at the time, but once the investigation ended, they couldn’t fight it anymore.  L and Light were disgustingly in love with each other.

So, once the investigation was over, they were free men.  Both able to pursue whatever and whoever they wanted.  It’s not like they knew they’d only be pursuing each other.  As much as L wanted to go back to London, he couldn’t leave Light.  And living in Tokyo wasn’t half bad.  The two decided to get a luxury apartment together (because L refused to live in squalor) with Watari only a few doors down if need be.  And that was the beginning of their happily ever after.

A few months after coming clean with everyone about their relationship, how they weren’t just roommates for the sake of saving money or space, Watari couldn’t have been happier.  There was someone else in L’s life to make him happy.  That was good enough for him.  However, it took a while for Soichiro to come around to Watari’s way of thinking.  In all honesty, he was just happy Light wasn’t sticking with Misa.  Having her around for family functions would’ve been excruciating.

That brought them to New Year’s.  After coming back from London for Christmas, it gave L and Light a few days to prepare for New Year’s Eve.  There was no way they’d be able to get out of going to the Yagami household for New Year’s.  It was too important to Sachiko that both her children were home.  And with the way things were going these days, she wanted L around, too.  Even though he wasn’t much for conversation, she wasn’t going to shun him either.

It was an hour before they had to be at Light’s parents’ house.  Light had just gotten out of the shower and L was stretched across their bed.  And he couldn’t help but watch as Light walked toward the closet in nothing but a towel, “Light…”

“Hmm?” Light started skimming through the rack of clothes he had hanging up.

“I have an idea,” L scanned Light up and down, fully appreciating the view, “Would you humor me?”

“Depends on the idea,” Light wasn’t sure where L was going with this, but it had him intrigued.

“You know that pretty little plug I got you for Christmas?” L asked.

“The one with the diamond in the end?”

“That’s the one.”

“Yeah,” Light kept skimming through the closet, “What about it?”

“Put it in tonight,” L insisted, “When we get home, I’m thinking we move some furniture around.”

“Really?” Light climbed onto the bed, getting a quick kiss out of his boyfriend, “You know, if this were any other time, I’d tell you no.”

“But…?”

“But,” Light went on, “It is our first New Year’s together.”

“What?” L pouted, “Do all the other New Year’s we spent working together suddenly not count?  I always thought they were special.”

“Not like that,” Light rolled his eyes, “You know damn well what I mean.”

“Of course, I do,” L pulled Light into his arms, “Our first New Year’s together together.  Yes, I understand.  Does that mean you’ll be a good boy for me and put the plug in?”

Light got up from the bed and took the plug out from its black box in the closet, “I spoil you.”

“And I’m going to absolutely wreck you later,” L got up behind him, “Hurry up.  Your parents are expecting us.”

“Alright, alright,” Light went back into the bathroom and finished getting ready while L grabbed the small fruit basket Light had picked up on his way home earlier in the day. 

Then, the moment finally arrived.  L and Light got into L’s car and headed for Light’s parents’ house.  It had been a while since L had seen Soichiro, but they were cordial enough with each other.  Sure, Soichiro still wasn’t overly thrilled L was dating his son, but he also wasn’t going to complain.  It wasn’t his decision, nor his life to meddle with, so Soichiro let it slide.  The last time L and Light had seen the rest of Light’s family was early November.  Just before L and Light had left for London.  So, naturally…

“LIGHT!” Sayu was the first to jump them at the door.  She threw her arms around his waist.

And Light winced a bit, still feeling the plug inside him, “Hi, Sayu.”

Sayu stretched her arms out to L, knowing how he was about suddenly being touched in any way, shape, or form.  But it was also Sayu.  Just because she could respect boundaries didn’t mean she wouldn’t ask, “Come on, L.  I haven’t seen you in forever.  And it’s New Year’s!”

L wrestled with it for a moment or two, but he couldn’t tell her no, “Fine.  This one time, Sayu.”

“Yay!” Sayu hugged him tight.  And as much as he wanted to hate it, he couldn’t.  It was Sayu.  No one could hate anything Sayu did.  She was too sweet, too pure, too innocent.

“Light,” L begged, “Peel your sister off me.”

“You told her it was ok,” Light pointed out, waving a finger at him, “This?  This is all you.  You did that.”

“I’ll remember that,” L nudged Sayu off him.

“You got here just in time, too,” Sayu chirped, “Mom just put out snacks!”

“Hi, Mom!” Light called from the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Sachiko came out with a full tray of assorted snacks.  And L saw chocolate covered strawberries.  He wasn’t going to complain, “Oh, L!  I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, too.”

“Hello, Mrs. Yagami,” L gave her a nod.  Uh-huh.  Where else would I be?  And if you weren’t expecting me, you wouldn’t have made chocolate covered strawberries.  You know how I feel about them.  You know I’m going to probably eat all of them over the course of the evening.  And there’s an even better chance…I’m thinking forty percent…If I ask you to make more, you’ll take the ones out of the basket we gave you and make more for me.  No…Not forty percent.  At the very least, sixty.

“Ryuzaki,” Soichiro greeted him.  He remained cordial.  Soichiro wasn’t going to invite him to a round of golf any time soon, but he could be cordial.

“Mr. Yagami,” L matched his energy, although a touch cockier.

“Hi, Dad,” Light kept his fingers crossed, hoping that the night would go smoothly. 

“Hello, son,” Soichiro managed to crack a smile.  Because he could never be angry with Light.  Not his golden child.

“So,” Sayu dragged Light down to the couch.  And the moment Light fell, he really felt L’s plans for later hitting him, “We were just about to start the movie.”

“What movie?” L wondered.

“It’s the same one we’ve watched every year for as long as I can remember,” Sayu told him, “My Neighbor Totoro!”

“Really?”

“I know, I know,” Light rolled his eyes, “It’s kind of lame, but it’s been my thing with Sayu since she was little.”

“It’s not at all,” L sat next to him, “It’s one of Near’s favorites, too.  I’m not going to judge.”

“Good!” Sayu chirped, sitting on the other couch.

“Alright then,” Sachiko pressed a kiss on top of each of her children’s heads, “Behave yourselves.  We should be back in a little while.”

“What?” Light perked up, “What do you mean?  Where are you two going?”

“Aizawa and his wife invited us out tonight,” Soichiro explained, “I’ve been blowing him off for weeks now, so I kind of owe him.”

“It’s a shame,” L sighed out, “It really would’ve been nice to talk to you tonight, Mr. Yagami.  We don’t get to do that anymore.”

L could see it all over Sachiko’s face.  She didn’t want to go out.  She didn’t want to leave her babies.  And if L could get through to her, they wouldn’t be leaving.  Fortunately for L, Light wasn’t the only one he had wrapped around his finger, “Soichiro…It’s New Year’s.  And we hardly ever get to have the family together anymore.  I’m sure Shuichi could wait until after New Year’s.”

“He already got a sitter for the night,” Soichiro pointed out.

“Then, he and his wife can have a nice evening together,” Sachiko begged, “Please?  Do we really have to?”

“Well…” Soichiro would never let anyone know it, but he had a soft spot for his wife.  And once she asked nicely, he knew he was done, “I guess we can call it off with them.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Sachiko kissed her husband’s cheek and sat down.

“Light,” L whispered in his ear, “Go to your room.  Take the plug out.”

“What?” Light let out a little gasp, “Are you nuts?”

“No,” L took on a firmer tone, “Go.  Take the plug out.  And come back here with a blanket.”

“Alright,” Light wasn’t going to fight him.  He wasn’t quite sure where L was going with it, but he knew better than to ask.  That would be for later.  So, just as he was told, Light went upstairs.

“Hmm,” Soichiro noticed him out of the corner of his eye, “Where’s he off to?”

“I don’t know,” L shrugged, “He just said he needed to go upstairs for something.  It is nice to see you again, though, Mr. Yagami.  How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Soichiro looked at him strangely, not expecting small talk already, “How are you?”

“Curious,” L cocked his head, “Why don’t you like Light and me together?”

“Here we go,” Sayu paused the movie.

“I never said I didn’t like you and Light together,” Soichiro admitted, “Actually, upon further thought and speculation, Light could be with much worse.”

“I understand you’re worried about your son,” L agreed, “But I’m more than capable of taking care of him.  I don’t seem like much, that’s true, but wouldn’t you want him to end up with someone as accomplished as I am?”

“Well…” Soichiro knew L had him backed into a corner.  But he wasn’t going to fight him, “Of course, I do.”

“But there’s something else,” L assumed, “Isn’t there?”

“Not really.” I know what you’re like.  I worked with you for four years.  I’m curious as to how many of those years you were in love with my son.  How many of those days I would walk into work and you would be thinking of my son in the most impure fashion.  What you could’ve been doing behind my back. 

“I’m sure there isn’t.” You’re lying.  Your right eye twitched and you started fiddling with your wedding ring.  You’re very much a traditionalist.  And the fact that your son isn’t going the traditionalist route like you thought you raised him to puts a vein in your forehead.  Well…

“Found one,” Light came back with a blanket in his hand.  And a diamond plug in his nightstand drawer.

“Wonderful,” L made a spot for Light on his lap and wrapped the two of them in the blanket, “Thank you, Light.”

“No problem.”

“Light,” L whispered in his ear again, “I’m going to slide the waistband of your pants down and you’re going to keep me warm.  Do you understand?”

“Right here?” Light felt his face grow flush, “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” L confirmed, “Why do you think I wanted you to put the plug in?  You should be ready for me.  And I know damn well you want me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but…” Light knew L had his kinks.  But he wasn’t sure which one he was exercising.  Still, he let out a heavy sigh, knowing what he was going to get out of it.  It’s no different than the plug, right?  It’s just more skin to skin contact, “Alright.  Go ahead.”

“Thank you,” L started shimmying Light’s pants down and angled himself just right, making sure Light was comfortable.  Although, Light sunk his teeth into the inside of his cheek so hard, he started tasting blood.  He knew he had to be quiet.  He didn’t want to raise any suspicion.  The blanket provided them with ample coverage.  L could feel Light’s warmth and Light could feel L’s length in his lower intestine.  And neither one was upset.  L and Soichiro had a brief moment of eye contact.  And it made L smile. You know, I think I figured you out, Mr. Yagami.  Why you don’t like Light and me together.

Because you know that at the drop of a fucking hat, I could have him calling me daddy, too.

#dnkinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #death note #death note fan fiction #lawlight #lumi writing more lawlight? #it's more likely than you'd think

[scoops-aboy86]

Combo of 5, 13, and 29 for the cuddle prompt list?

(cuddling prompt list)

5. “I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.” 13. “I don’t really want to get up. I’m so comfortable right now.” 29. Being so wrapped up in one another they forget about important bodily functions, for example, hunger.

Ooooh boy, these combined prompts are great, thanks anon! I hope I did all of them justice.

rated: T | tags: chubby Steve Harrington, weight gain, feedee steve harrington, feeder eddie munson, established relationship, deep pressure stimulation, belly kink, belly rubs, stuffing, body worship, sweat

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Eddie has been waiting for this all through breakfast. Partly because he'd served it in bed and they were still all snuggly anyway, but… He’s wanted to know what it would feel like ever since the last time Steve had needed to size up his clothes again, though he’s not wearing anything right now. 

“I don’t know, Eds,” Steve mumbles, eyeing him speculatively while rubbing his belly. It’s not stuffed this morning but still pleasantly full and round and heavy, and there’s a glint in his eyes that Eddie knows means that he wants to, that he’s just as curious. A little self-conscious, maybe… but they’ve talked about this, and they both know that Steve’s main reservation is not wanting to hurt his boyfriend, who nearly died from the bat bites last year. 

This has been the prize Eddie has been working toward with every physical therapy appointment or exercise. He’s earned this. 

“Stevie,” Eddie says, giving his best puppy dog eyes and hangdog pout. “I want you. I can take it, big boy. Please?

And Steve rolls his eyes, but still crumbles like the last milk-dunked cookie he’d swallowed a moment ago. Eddie wonders if he even realizes he’s smiling, that special one he always saves for when they’re alone. “Okay then. Ready?”

Nodding eagerly, Eddie is quick to strip off the t-shirt he’d slept in and wriggles out of his boxers. He wants the complete Steve Harrington experience, intimate and skin to skin. 

“Sorry,” Steve mumbles as he settles. “I’m probably suffocating you, if it’s too much just tell me—”

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie interrupts, words a little slurred through the blissful haze he’s currently sinking into, because Steve is perfect, he can already tell. Just the right amount of heavy for the itch Eddie needs scratched. “I don’t mind. I’m so, so far from minding that, if I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

Steve huffs, giving a pointed little shift that nearly does press the air out of Eddie’s lungs, and definitely makes his eyes roll back—and there’s no way it’s not partly a response to how ridiculously hard he is already. “What did I say about jokes about dying.”

“That they’re bad jokes…”

“Very bad,” Steve agrees, his voice mock-stern with just an edge of that bitchy condescension that Eddie absolutely adores on him. “You gonna stop making ‘em?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good boy.”

Then Steve lets himself relax the rest of the way, his full weight on Eddie like the warmest, softest blanket, his arms laid against the outside of Eddie’s and hands tucked behind his shoulder blades, fingers curling possessively over the tops of his shoulders. He tucks in against Eddie’s neck, lips brushing hot just below the jawline—and he’s clearly enjoying this too, for all his protests, from the way he hums into the scarred skin there. 

And christ, if Eddie could move he’d be rocking his hips up into Steve’s soft bulk. But he can’t, he’s totally pinned flat on his back, which is really doing something for him. He flexes his pinned hands where he’d left them palms up across his thighs in anticipation, fingers gently but fervently gripping and kneading at Steve’s belly until Steve is practically purring into his neck, appreciative of the attention following his breakfast feast. A thick but still powerful thigh shoves its way between both of Eddie’s, which can only spread so much to accommodate the welcome intrusion. 

Time melts and stretches like taffy. Eddie drifts, noticing in a distant way after a while that Steve’s breath against his neck has slowed to the gentle in and out of sleep, tinged endearingly with a little snore that he knows Steve would deny. It’s cute. Eddie just needs a little more time to convince Steve that it’s cute, and not something worth all the nagging complaints he’d heard his mom fire off about his dad over the family breakfast table.

(Which, damn, no wonder Steve’s honestly impressive appetite had been curbed all through growing up, with negative energy like that permeating every shared meal whenever his parents had bothered to be around.)

What brings Eddie back to reality is when he hears (practically feels), against all probability, Steve’s stomach give a little grumble that signals it’s ready for more. Eddie had prepared a breakfast fit for a king, pancakes and waffles and bacon and potato hash and an omelet oozing with cheese. Syrup and butter and whipped cream and sliced strawberries and chocolate sprinkles. A stack of toast cut neatly into triangles and slathered in jam and honey. Coffee made pale with cream and sugar, and a big glass of milk to go with the cookies he’d baked from the can of dough in the fridge on a whim, but he’d known it was the right choice when he’d seen the way Steve lit up at the sight of them. Steve had eaten all of that and still has room, but there’s no way he’s hungry. 

And yet, the grumble sounds again. 

“Baby,” Eddie whispers, pressing a kiss to his sleeping boyfriend’s beautiful hair. “Stevie, sweetheart, wake up.”

“Mm?” The hum tickles at his stubble and is followed by a lazy, nipping kiss. “Need something, Eds?”

How could Eddie want for anything when he has everything he’s ever wanted right here?

“If you wanted anything else,” Steve continues to murmur sleepily into his skin, “you should’ve said something before I laid down, because I don’t really want to get up. ’M so comfortable right now.”

Eddie tries to move, tries to shift, but all he can do is flex his hands against Steve’s belly again. It gets him another appreciative hum and a languorous shift of Steve’s thigh, pressing where Eddie is still hard and surprising a moan out of him. 

“Don’t wanna get up,” Steve continues, still sleepy but picking up a little speed. Rocking lazily on top of him, not friction so much as pressure but it feels just as good, sending Eddie’s eyes rolling back yet again. “Wanna eat more while I’m on top of you, but there’s no food. How come there’s no more food?”

“You ate it all, sweetheart,” Eddie gasps. “I’ll have to, fuck—have to plan better for next time.”

“But I’m hungry now,” Steve whines. 

He mouths at Eddie’s neck like he’s considering eating him, which shouldn’t make Eddie’s cock leak the way it does but, well, it’s happening. 

And Steve is often insatiable after a post-meal nap, but this is something above and beyond. Dialing up the brattiness to get the desired reaction, which is clearly just to drive Eddie wild with lust because his next words are, “I want more all the time, Eds, it’s getting so hard to stop. Wanna ride you while I’m still, mmm…” He trails off to suck a hickey, hard and devouring, into Eddie’s neck right where everyone will be able to see, breaking off with a wet smacking sound. “While I’m still eating,” he finishes, and he’s rocking with a purpose now, getting off on the idea just as much as Eddie is beneath him. “So you can fill me up when I’m full and it’ll be, it’ll be perfect, o-oh fuck…”

All Eddie can do is make a wrecked-sounding noise in response, because… he is. He’s completely and totally wrecked for one Steve Harrington, who’d taken his encouragement to eat three square meals a day before they’d even started dating, going from no appetite and nightmares every night to well-fed and sleeping off big dinners. And then gone past well-fed to overfed, still strong beneath it all thanks to shifting his workouts from burning fat to building muscle, because Steve loves his bigger body as much as Eddie does… if not more. 

Because Steve is grinding down on Eddie, shuddering on top of him to a fantasy that neither of them had realized he could ever possibly want as recently as a year ago, but now he’s coming untouched at the very thought. Hungry even when he’s comfortably full, drooling to thoughts of pushing past that zone of comfort to where it’s impossible to think of anything else but the freedom and satisfaction he’s found in overdoing it past the point of reason. 

Who needs reason when you’ve saved the world from monsters so many times before he was even old enough to legally drink?

With Steve squashing him, truly pressing all the air from his body and encasing him in a bubble of heat and need and fat—of everything Steve is, all of him, all at once—Eddie wiggles as best he can against his thigh and tips over the edge while struggling for breath. 

Steve rolls off of him, leaving Eddie gasping and shivering at the sudden rush of cold air. He’s drenched in sweat and come, both his and Steve’s, and ignores the pins and needles feeling in his arms to drag his fingers through the mess, trying to rub it into his skin and keep it forever. This feeling of being spent and light as a feather after all that, goosebumps all over his body and still quivering from waves of afterglow. 

“We are definitely doing that again,” he wheezes up at the ceiling, eyes still closed as he lets the sensations wash over him. Sweat drying on his skin, beading on his upper lip until Steve rolls onto his side with a grunt and licks it away, which should probably be gross but only makes Eddie feel kept. Desired. Loved.

Steve laughs and falls back onto his back with a hefty sigh. “Maybe after lunch.”

Eddie follows him this time, rolling to cuddle up next to the curve of Steve’s side and sling an arm over his belly. “Mmm… too early for lunch, though.”

“Second breakfast, then,” Steve says with a pout. “And after that you should fuck me, and then we can have lunch.”

He chuckles and nuzzles Steve’s cheek. “How about I take a quick shower, speediest in the world, and you get all set up in the tub while I get more food ready. Feed you in the bath. You said the other day you wanted to see if you could get the water to spill over, right?”

Steve turns to kiss him with a barely contained grin. “Challenge accepted. Grab my book of Guinness World Records, would you? The speediest shower in the world is probably under a minute. If you can’t beat that… what do I win?”

“Hmm…” Eddie pretends to think about it for a moment, but he already knows. He just needs a moment to get over how cute he finds Steve’s competitive nature—something that before all the Upside Down shit he might have rolled his eyes at and dismissed as lame jock behavior. But Eddie has grown up a lot in the past year, enough to acknowledge that he both likes it and has a similar streak that makes him particularly devious as a DM. “If you win, how about we combine fucking and lunch? You can ride me like you were talking about earlier.”

From the way Steve lights up at the suggestion, Eddie knows even before he gets the book and Steve reads out the actual record that he will not be able to beat that. And it will be so. Very. Worth it.

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this is so self indulgent of me to ask but let me embarrass myself by asking for tummy kisses for Prem and Bug

FGSGHSH I LOVE YOU POSH. I'm sorry this took so long - Christ I feel so rusty - and the ending is a blunt as a gunshot, but I THINK IT'S CUTE and I hope I didn't butcher Bug too much 💖🥹

Prem is taller than Bug. That’s a fact of nature. Even on flat-feet, Prem’s a good five inches taller. But. Shit. She’s got this pair of five inch Louboutin heels—the fuckin’ sharp-an’-pointy kind, flashy black patent leather, with those retina-searin’ red bottoms Bug’d only seen in magazine pages until Prem had pulled ‘em out of her luggage. 

She wears them with a Barbie Doll heel foot on her prosthetic, walkin’ well balanced with a sleek, dark-oiled teak cane with the silver head of a mallard for a handle. Looks a bit vampiric, but not in a bad way. Sort of way that makes Bug’s mouth run dry, and reach for Price’s sipping whiskey to quench her pinching-parched throat.

“Mm?” the man hums, rubbing his recently trimmed beard, following her eyes, and then he gets that fuckin’ pinched up, pleased smirk on his face, like he knows somethin’ about somethin’. “Yeah. The heels always have me fucked up, too.”

“Piss right off,” Bug grunts, taking his glass in full, and he only chuckles to himself, joining her in watching Prem swim her way through the gallery show. Feels strange to Bug, a bit, to see Prem’s death masks mounted on black grids of metal, lit harsh and bright from above with studio track lamps—but by no means wrong. No, more was like seeing an old friend finally finding a place they belonged. Been on the woman’s ass long enough to get her to agree to a show. 

Prem—true to her callsign, Premonition, the woman that sees the future and all that lies hidden—must feel the eyes on her, because she turns her head to look over a sleek shoulder, and a smile warps her painted-burgundy lips. She lifts a hand and waves with a little wiggle of her ring finger, right at her.

Bug can just feel Price making that goddamned quokka face again, staring dead at the side of her face. She swills the giant cube of ice around the dregs of his whiskey, and she jabs him where it smarts, but only a bit, “Think Soap’s gone and let your mutt get picked up by the RSPCA yet? Or you think he’s still wanderin’ some back road like a bum?

Price shakes his head. “Nah. Dog’s fine, probably making moon-eyes at Bordelon,” he starts, but he shrugs his shoulders with a thoughtful look, “Soap’s probably up with Agnes trying to dust her crypt.”

“Oh, you dirty old fuck,” Bug snorts, pulling a face of disgust, “Agnes’s taste is so much better than that. Disgusting you’d even suggest that.”

“Mhmm,” Price purrs, leaning back against the bar, resting a hand on the small of her back, rubbing his blunt fingers into the small pad of soft pudge he finds there.

+

Prem is the one to pinch Price’s jaw, giving it a good jiggle around eleven, when the crowd’s gotten thicker with the hipster art scene rats, and she can no longer functionally give a fuck about showing face. “John. My darling. My dear love. My...sweetest, closeted Nine Inch Nails boy—”

“Fuck’s sake,” he grunts, jiggled.

“—can you please, please find us some good scran?” she finishes, leaning heavily on her cane, her weight bent toward Bug’s figure. He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk pulling at his mouth under the chops—just a little one, like it’s a bit shy of showing itself. Prem knows she’s won the moment she sees it, pulling him in for a *pap!* of a kiss before giving his cheek a chummy clap. “Good man, crack on.”

Bug slides right into Prem’s free side, sliding an arm around the woman’s waist as one of Prem’s snakes around her shoulders. “So, what was the trick for pullin’ that off, eh? He gives me all sorts a’shit when I try to boss him,” Bug laughs, sinking into the scent of Prem’s perfume.

“Y’just have to get his dick a little bit hard, that’s all,” Prem hums in return, waggling her brows. “You’re a dabhand at it, y’know? Just gotta harness it, eh.”

“Ooh, I’ll have to practice on that then, won’t I?” Bug is beaming, and she knows it. Doesn’t try to hide it, either. Neither does she try to hide the way that she keeps glancing at Prem’s lips when she looks up into her face, tugging her toward down the sidewalk in the direction of their hotel.

Prem’s eyes—already dark under the streetlamps, wet and deep like pools of ink—go half-lidded, and she dips her head, tucking her nose under Bug’s heavy mane of curls. Fuckin’ embarassin’ it is, how fast Bug grows wet between the legs as she feels Prem’s lips pressin’ slow and warm against her neck, where the print of her lipstick will remain hidden.

“Mm,” Prem begins to murmur, “wanted to do that feck-off bad all night. Kept seein’ you and John standin’ together, and don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her eyes squeeze tight, still breathing against Bug’s skin. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about watchin’ you two fuck the daylights out of each other. Him on top, feckin’ you all slow, and hard—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bug barks with laughter, shaking her head, yoking Prem’s throat loosely in her hand, pushing her back a bit, burning head to toe with a bright flush and a thumping desire that starts in her cunt and booms out to her fingers, toes and lashes. “Can’t even wait ‘til we’re back in the hotel, huh? We got you in that bad of a way?”

“Always!” Prem sniffs, grinning.

+

There’s only a single lamp on in the room, and Prem is wearing only her prosthetic, and her panties, with a tube of her lipstick tucked in the band. Demon of a woman had the gall to let Bug get all the way dressed down to one of Price’s black t-shirts and her drawers before she made her move. Bug had to admit, though—good fuckin’ move, that one. Might have to tuck it in her own pocket for later.

Bug snorts as Prem’s hands slide up to her hips, gripping the softness she finds there, and deeper, until her fingertips knead tight muscles. Bug’s hands slide directly to the woman’s neck, resting with her thumbs over the pulsepoint, urging her down to kiss, and Prem falls right into the trajectory of it.

“Oh, aw, feck,” Prem laughs, pulling back from Bug’s lips, and the remorse sounds utterly put-on, “I’ve gone and shitted up your face. Look at you, you’re all smudgy. Didn’t mean to do all that.”

“And you’re a shit liar, darlin’,” Bug tosses back, feeling wild as she runs wide-open, letting Prem move her back to the bed, urging her up onto the pillows.

“Yeahhh—you’re right.” Prem has the audacity to fuckin’ giggle, burying her face against Bug’s neck once again, sliding between her spread legs, her hands moving farther up Bug’s shirt, savoring the soft curve of her waist, the structure of her ribs. But, goddamn, does she touch Bug as if considering her angles and construction like a well fine piece of art, wanting to pick up the techniques to copy into her own repertoire.

Up trails Bug’s shirt, a slow and subtle climb as Prem cups her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath her thumbs, pinching and tugging them slightly. Her grin’s impossible for Bug to ignore as her lips press more and more burgundy prints into her skin, and they both just find themselves laughing for no reason at all apart from sheer delight.

Prem’s knee slides up, coaxing Bug’s legs further open, and Bug sighs heatedly with the move, letting Prem push her shirt up over her breasts. “You’re a wicked-ass little thing,” she accuses, and Prem nods in emphatic agreement as she begins to kiss Bug’s freckled sternum.

She's kissed Bug's breasts, teasing her nipples with her soft, warm tongue, leaving behind prints of burgundy lips on the areola, the bottom swells, the top. Made herself right at home, groping Bug's hips tight before she leans up enough up to smart-ass-casual swipe more color onto her mouth, leaving Bug squirming and laughing under her. It only turns into a cackle when Prem dips to her stomach, kissing a belt across her waist, her bellybutton (where she dips her tongue, causing Bug to howl a surprised laugh and buck), and just—all over.

Makes Bug's head swim, it does. “Think you're just showin’ off at this point, sweetheart,” she snorts, brushing her fingers over Prem's short curls, slipping down to draw nonsense over the nape of her neck.

“Oh, no,” Prem hums, and Bug can feel her grin as it meets her hip, “am just stallin’ for…”

The door of the hotel room groans open, and Price's heavy steps are unmistakable alongside the shuffle of a paper bag in his arms, and the wrestling-out flap of his fleece lined denim jacket snapping. He doesn't stop what he's doing, but he sure takes a long look, and Bug can't help but grin wide under crinkled eyes and stick her tongue between her teeth as she gives a little wave. “Hi,” she says, simple as can be. 

Price drops the bag on the empty dresser— they'll find out in an hour or two he'd somehow managed to find cut italian hoagies by some miracle—and he sits on the other bed, looking at them as he unlaces his boots. Prem kicks her feet up in the air, crossing them at the ankles while she pressed her cheek to Bug's belly. 

“Am I early or late?” he grunts.

“Course he don't wonder if he's invited,” Bug teases, but she continues to smile. They've all three caught each other in compromising enough positions to play grab-ass about it—Price is the only one that acts caught when it happens. 

“Actually,” Prem sighs, rising to her knees in a well practiced movement, sliding forward to kiss Bug's lips as she goes, “you're right on time.”

Prem's got the audacity to sneak launch a playful clap between Bug's legs—over her soaked, but clothed crotch—earning herself one wicked bark of indignation and a swat at her arm for making Bug's neglected pussy throb. But Prem continues regardless, ordering lightly, “Get your shite-arse over here and eat her. Poor thing's tremblin’.”

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ch. xiv - what happened ?

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

In a blink of an eye, lunch break came. While everyone rushed out, you calmly put your books away.

"(y/n)!" you snapped your head up to see the source of the voice.

You put on a gentle smile as San approached you with a cute grin on his face, "Are you coming to lunch with us ??" He asked. You looked behind him to see Wooyoung by the door, waiting for you two as he bounced on the balls of his feet with Mingi jumping in front of the classroom window and Yeosang next to him, staring at you with a small smile on his face.

Honestly, you wanted to say yes and just hang with them but then you remembered that you were waiting for Kai's friend to come. So you sadly sighed at San, showing your disappointment, "I'm sorry San, I don't think I can," you said. San pouted back as he tilted his head, "Aww boo, that's too bad... Do you want us to get you something instead ?" He offered. You perked up at his offer and nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! Bread and milk sound nice," to which San nodded enthusiastically. Soon, he ran off to join the others who were waiting for him (and you initially) and waved off as they disappeared down the hall.

Despite feeling like you didn't fit in the first year you were around them, you were glad that at this moment in your life, you seemed to be able to make more friends. You wanted to prove your brother and parents wrong. Ever since your family came into money, they changed a lot. While it started from a different school and living situation, it progressed to them telling you just how they don't like how 'humble' you look. By humble, they meant shabby and poor. Although compared to Mingyu you've been more often exposed to money and luxury (being friends with Wooyoung whom at 4 years old wore a burberry scarf and used it to wipe mud off your 2 for 1 shoe from a discount rack at Dongdaemun), you don't really care much for it. Sure you're wearing branded backpacks that your mom bought and your laptop no longer needs to be fanned to function, but you don't see what's the point of changing your whole personality for money.

Above that, you don't get why your family felt the need to shame you and practically disregard your existence because you refuse to roll in a pile of 50.000 won bills.

Deep in your thought, you didn't realize someone was peeking into the classroom until they made their existence obvious.

"Hi, do you know where I can find (y/n) (y/l/n)?" the person asked.

You jolted slightly out of surprise. Once you realized that someone was talking to you, you sheepishly smiled at the person. "Sorry, that would be me," you said.

The person stepped into the classroom and boy is he cute. Tall, dark hair, and plump lips. You felt yourself blush as he approached you. "Kai told me to give you this," he said as he arrived to your desk, putting down a usb in front of you. You took it and nodded, "Thank you, Soobin," you smiled at him.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise, "How'd you know my name?" he asked, curious. You shrugged, "I've seen you around with Yeonjun in school and around our Cul-de-sac, I simply recognized you," you said, He nodded in understanding slowly when you pointed at his left chest, "And you have your nametag on," you grinned teasingly. At the mention of his nametag, he looked down at where you pointed, "Oh!" He exclaimed, seemingly surprised. The look on his face made you giggle.

Even without knowing him personally, you know that there were rumors going around about him and his friends. While Kai is very sweet, people gossip about how he's always seen at the dead of night in sketchy places. People also spoke of Taehyun and Yeonjun who seemed to frequent the hardware store with Soobin tailing behind, hands often occupied by chemicals. And then there's Beomgyu who has bloodied lips and bruises all over him at random times. The five of them screams trouble and people sided with Hongjoong (as he is the Student Body President) and his friends, not wanting to involve themselves with trouble.

But seeing Soobin being clumsy in front of you seemed to make you momentarily forget about the rumor that surrounds him. As much as he seemed scary, you saw a softer side to him. Makes you wonder about what's behind the rumors, how much of it is the truth.

Just as how Soobin's demeanor made you think, your own reaction to him made him freeze and stare. Soobin knows he's a good looking guy and due to that, girls has become something that of a tedious task to him, something that he doesn't really have much care for. No matter how many girls throw themselves at him and whatever trick they pull on him, it just makes him annoyed. But here you are, in front of him, giggling and suddenly his heart started skipping a beat every now and then.

"U-uh, what's the assignment about anyways?" Soobin asked, breaking the silence. "Some business analysis stuff. I initially wanted to do market analysis on the FMCG industry, but Kai suggested that we do logistics instead since it's related to many other industries," you explained. Soobin nodded at your words and turned around. You thought he would've decided to go out but he turned back around with a chair pulled up to your side close to you much to your surprise.

"You know," he started as he sat down, "Yeonjun's dad has one of the biggest logistics company in South Korea. They have partnerships with Western companies," he said. Your eyes widened in surprise, "Yeonjun? I thought his parents are giants in the Fashion and Cosmetology Industry?" "That's his mom, his dad handles logistics. If you or Kai need real time data, you could always ask for him," he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat when you see his smile, it was so pure and innocent, a different contrast to his ripped jean jacket and bruises on his knuckles.

"Why would she asked him when she has us?" a voice rang through the classroom.

Both your and Soobin's head snapped back to see San angrily glaring at you two. One hand was squishing a custard bun and the other wet with milk from a carton that he squeezed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked as he walked closer. Your eyes shifted between him and Soobin who leaned back with a smirk on his face, "I'm accompanying (y/n) here. She was alone and I assumed you left her here without any care, so why not?" he said as he draped an arm behind your own chair. The sight seemed to set San off as he threw both items on the floor and ran up to you. It was obvious that San is shorter and skinnier than Soobin, but he still managed to grab Soobin by the collar and pulled him up slightly, "Don't mess around with my friends, you asshole!" He growled menacingly in front of Soobin's face who seemed awfully calm. Soobin tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think I'd wanna mess around?" he taunted.

From the side, you don't know what to do. You felt like you should break them apart but with how San looked, you don't know if you really should interfere. But you decided you should try to avoid further misunderstandings, "San, he just came here to give me Kai's assignment," you said. San snapped his head at you and stared, seemingly contemplating. Then he turned to look at Soobin again, "I don't trust you," he muttered lowly which made Soobin rolled his eyes, "And you think I trust you? You're stupider and far more delusional than I thought," he scoffed.

Just as you were about to say something, you heard footsteps and you saw Wooyoung and Yeosang walking in. You looked at them as if you're screaming for their help. Thankfully, they reacted quickly. They went to San and pulled him off of Soobin, seemingly avoiding touching Soobin altogether. "Dude, not here," Wooyoung said. Initially, San seemed like he didn't care, his glare was hard on Soobin and he seemed reluctant to move on. "He might say something and we don't want that," Wooyoung tried to reason again. At that, San seemed to relaxed a little.

Finally, he stepped back from Soobin and Soobin was able to move freely. As he dusted himself off and fixed his collar, San pointed at him, "Just make sure this reject knows his place and stay the fuck away from something he has no right of," he spat out.

That seemed to tick Soobin off badly as he stood up with clenched fist. The glare he gave to San allowed you to finally understand why people feared him so much.

At first you thought that he was gonna say something to San, maybe to defend himself. But the way they were staring at each other, you could assume that they were communicating.

With a huff, Soobin kicked the chair he sat on, making you jolt in surprise while the other three just stared at him. Soobin then pushed past the three, his big stature could've knocked them down easily, and exited the classroom without saying anything else.

You could only stare at him in wonderment thinking, what happened?

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“I miss Y/N!!”

Jungkook rolled over in his bedroom in Korea with a frown on his face. It’s been about a month since he last saw Y/N face to face and he was losing it. He would text and FaceTime her everyday but it wasn’t the same. The other members were getting so annoyed with his constant moans about missing her that they banned him from saying her name during practice. Jungkook got up from his bed and decided to FaceTime her because why not.

He waited for an answer patiently and when she did answer his mouth dropped. She was standing in just a towel with her hair wet giving him a small smile, “Hi, kook. I just got out of the shower, let me get dressed but you can still talk to me, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

She gave him thumbs up and walked off the screen but he just sat there, speechless. He forgot what he was going to say to her. He continued to stare at the screen until he heard her voice again, “Kook? Is everything alright?”

He shook his head and let out a small cough, “Yeah, everything is fine���how was your shower?”

“Oh, I needed it. I had a long day at school and then Mae wanted to go to the gym for some reason today. I ran two miles with her, I’m so tired.”

“You went to the gym?”

“Yeah! I used to go to the gym all the time but I stopped because I had to focus on my work.”

Jungkook nodded his head and closed his eyes imagining her working at the gym with him. Sweat drips down her neck as she’s running on the treadmill while wearing a sports bra and the tightest leggings. He smiled to himself and opened his eyes to see her in one of his shirts that she stole and wet hair.

“Fuck, Y/N. You know you're so hot.”

“Eh? No I’m not…I’m just wearing your shirt and some sweats.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic groan, “That’s why you're so hot, you're so innocent and don’t even realize what you’re doing to me. It’s not fair.”

“I’m sorry? Do you want me to change?”

“No, don't you dare.”

She nodded her head and looked down at her fingers with a flustered face, “I-I mean you also look good…you're just wearing a black shirt but it looks good…”

“Tell me more baby.”

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All knights and day must die! Ch 22

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

Warning: oh boy, so real nitty-gritty couples fighting, drinking, and lovey-dovey fluff. Puking, gore, heart eating, preggy kink, lactation nsfw, 10k

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Yoon and Dabi agree on one thing, they want you both to get along and function, dammit. You are now the power couple of the lands. It's instinctually imperative that you love him again, and he will give you whatever you want if he can have that...after the Azure rose, of course. You confess how and why you killed Master. Coming to a tumultuous agreement because you are and will always be in love with him and your grubs.

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Chapter 22

Pounding on the door.

That was confusing. You jolt awake, Master standing over you. He disappeared when you tried to gain your bearings. You checked your hands for stained blood. No, of course not. Shiggy licked most of the master’s blood off, then bathed you. You didn’t recognize the nest, and you are alone. For a brief moment, your heart raced in complete fear. You felt disoriented. Your hands searched the other side of the nest for Shigaraki before you remembered the fight. 

The pounding continued. It was getting harder to move around, your belly growing round enough that you had to roll to get up. Grunting, you stand and shove on your eyepatch, groggily shouting permission to open it. Three angry-looking Mothmen with an enormous, barely clothed mothwoman stood there. Yoon furiously shoved the key into the lock.

“My Queen, you must come. I hope you order me to slaughter the lot of them. You don’t just stand there. Carry the little queen. For fuck sakes, we need your nest sisters here as soon as possible,” Yoon grumbled. The Mothwoman gently lifted you and carried you along.

He wants to die. Shigaraki has been dwelling on ways to kill himself. After he kills you, of course. It will be quick. But his little grubs. He wanted to see them. See their little toes and antennae. When he looks at them, will he see you or himself? He hopes they look like you. Little tiny versions of you he can take everywhere with him. Maybe, just maybe, once you see them, you will soften. Be all his again.

“My lord, more sake?” The whore asked. Shigaraki opened his mouth and let her pour more down his throat. Dabi, Spinner, and himself decided to drink themselves in a love lorn stupor. It was Dabi’s idea to sprinkle the prostitutes in. Dabi mourns by drowning himself in pussy. These two whores are too close to him, but he doesn’t feel like lifting his arms anymore.

His senses were so dull he didn’t even care when the door was kicked open, the woman screaming as Mothmen with swords blocked the exit, and his goddess was set down in front of him. Shit, is she so pissed she wants to really kill me? When he looked at your face, it wasn’t anger. It was hurt. You rubbed your belly. His poor grubs are hurting his gloomy lifemate. He hates himself for it.  

“Who is the fat scary lady?” Someone next to him asked. Someone he is going to kill. There was no need. Yoon was yanking her away from him by the hair. Her screeches weren’t that bad. Reminded him of old times.

“That is your Queen. Ruler of the Aberrant Hive and all Shigaraki’s lands. The Goddesses of moonlight and the night sky, dumb skank,” Yoon snarled, raising his sword.

“Yoon!” You shouted, face twisting in anger. Shigaraki clutched his chest. His heart hurt. You are so beautiful it’s painful.

You sigh and rub your eye patch. Your eye is aching again. It is a good thing you are wearing it, or you might just kill them all. Yoon doesn’t release the begging girl, but he isn’t killing her either. The weak have no rights. You lean down to her.

“What house are you from? Which whorehouse?” you ask. She whimpers. You gesture to Yoon when she doesn't answer. It takes Yoon shaking her like a rabid dog before she answers.

“The endless crow,” she wailed. You growl and clutch at your moth necklace.

“That is such a disgusting house, known for blackmail. Dabi only procure your whores from Giran’s house. They are much cleaner if not cheaper,” you tell him. Dabi flops out of the nest upside down.

“Hey, don’t tell me what to do!” Dabi snarked at you. You gave him a stern look. Dabi’s eyes widened slightly, looking away, “Yes, ma’am.”

Dabi mumbled, crawling back to hide from your scary gaze. Yoon gestured at the lady with his sword. He had such a pleading look to kill her it made you sick. You stare at the poor woman. Shaking your head, ‘There for but the grace of the gods and my sister,’ you think.

“If there is a whisper of conspiracy, cut out their tongues,” you growl to Yoon before turning to the woman that had brought you, “Please take me back to my prison.”

You ask so politely. The mothwoman is shocked at first, looking to Yoon or Shigaraki for direction. When neither do, she lifts you gently to carry you back.

“What about the King? Should we take him back to your nest?” Yoon asked. You look at him. He seemed so hopeful while a prostitute clung to him.

“Why should I care what filth he lies with? He is the same man that fucked my sister. It’s not out of character for him. Yoon, I’m hungry,” you said coldly.

Twisting the knife out of spite. Asking Yoon will get to Shigaraki, and you know it. Yoon flicks that he will fetch you food. You are carried back to your prison. One of the men watched until you were out of sight and then signaled to Yoon. Yoon slices the sluts throat. Immediately there is a chorus of screams and flashes of running nude flesh.

Shigaraki is too drunk to care about the blood splashing everywhere. He can only reflect your harsh words and hurt expression. ‘Fucked my sister,' you had said. That was not his fault, dammit. 'I'm hungry, Yoon,' cruel female. How dare you! In front of the league, no less. No one moved as they killed all the females. Yoon. That little shit. Did he run and tell mommy on him? What a tool. He staggers to his feet to confront the bastard.

“You want her. You have to challenge me!” Shigaraki growls to Yoon. Yoon is cleaning his blades on the little fabric girls had on. He looks up and laughs at his face.

“You are such a brat. I never liked your attitude,” Yoon growls, reaching out and tipping Shigaraki over with the sheath of his sword. Shigaraki stagers. Yoon bows deeply, raising a palm in submission to Shigaraki, who drunkenly rights himself. 

“My Queen has decreed all challenges are postponed until after our war. She understands family. Understands unity and success. Our numbers are too low to be fighting amongst ourselves. I genuinely feel she has been brought to us and ordained by the moon herself,” Yoon says. 

Shigaraki genuinely feels murderous. He agrees. You are meant to be his. It’s destiny. How dare this narcissist try to covet what is his. Yoon is not worthy enough of you. Swaying to his feet, he points at Yoon, unable to say all his anger at once. This unworthy piece of trash can’t have you.

“She's mine!” He shouts. Yoon’s smirk deepens.

“Absolutely. You are the King that cannot be denied. We could not have whores whispering about the royal family. I did not come here of my will. Those men saw you. In an attempt to keep this disgusting display secret, I brought the Queen here to talk sense to you and rightfully shame you back in line as your legitimate lifemate. I will not allow anyone to divide the hive. You are the head of the whole and must keep the rest of the body in mind. You are the king of the aberrant hive. Emperor of the night and ruler of the goddess moon. She is the Queen of the hive. She is the moonbeam that echoes the face of the goddess mother herself. Those titles must be protected if we are to succeed. I defied her instructions because she is too soft-hearted on scum. Do you get it yet? Makeup with the Queen or those more worthy will slaughter you to become the red carpet she walks on.”

Yoon rises to leave while Shigaraki rages. Yoon goes to fetch you food. Shigaraki doesn’t care you have taken power. That just means he can focus more on what he likes. Yoon, the damn lurker. How dare you allow Yoon to feed you. Yoon made him feel small while you made him feel worse, and he didn’t do anything wrong. 

“What happened to the girls?” Spinner wonders aloud. While Dabi cackles.

You lay in the nest crying.

How badly you wish things were different. You only wanted the things you loved to be happy together. It felt like you were close. Shigaraki crawled back into the nest, drunk and demanding. You didn’t feel like it. All you wanted to do was to say your peace.

“Poor little mate. The grubs need comfort. Let me relieve your aching chest,” he tried to convince with a sickly sweet tone.

“Get off of me. I’m not in the mood. I can’t see my feet. I’m so big. Go back to your filthy harlots,” you hissed at him. He growled and gave you a cruel look.

“Maybe I should. I feel bad for the grubs. Having such a cold, heartless mommy. You are so mean to me, and I am trying to make peace with you,” he snarls.

“Shiggy. Am I your queen, or am I your slave?” You ask him. His wings buzz in confusion.

“Why are you asking? Not today. No more stupid questions for today,” he growled. Flopping back and sighing, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused?”

You shoot up and backhand him as hard as you can. It stung as he felt a few of his teeth loosen. He is quick to stop you a second time. He fretted over your hand.

“Stop that! Silly mate. You have hurt yourself again!”

“I don’t care! If you ever stick your dick in another person, I will poison you and jump off a ledge belly first!” You shouted, grabbing the front of his robes. A hard part of him softened with a slight grin. He has corrupted you shamefully so. You sound like him. Fuck, your jealousy made his heart flutter. Even Yoon can now see you are fated to be with him. 

“Toga has told me the temperature of the court. Even Zenru, one I thought I might have to kill. He is so damn traditional. He is under your thumb. You are my Queen. Have I not told you already? Have I not suffered enough? Without you, my world is cold. I love you. You are the queen of my heart. You carry my legacy,” He rasped. Kissing your hand and holding you to him, humming to the grubs.

“Don’t touch me. Love. As if you even know what the word means. Love me? Then why have you gone back on every promise you made to me? Why did you kill my sister? Why did you ruin everything?” You hissed at him. You are cold, but the malice of blood lust was no longer there. You didn’t jerk your hand away.  

He had waited for this. This was his moment to confess and bring you close. To have you love him, bright and beautiful like the moon. What slipped from his mouth carried his old self and, no thought, a stupid drunken rant. Because you had Yoon feed you! Because you killed the master.

“It is your own fault! Had you been obedient and summited. If only you had chosen me and not her, then that bitch, Maude, would be alive! You made that hole! You demanded she be here! You insisted on loving her more than me! ME! The one who has given you everything! The one who pulled you from a pile of corpses. The one who let you have whatever you wanted and saved your family! You dally me, playing me like your fool puppet for your backwoods family! I changed just for you!” he shouted.

He was conflicted as his nature pulled from him. Roaring what a fool he was.

You damn bastard. All because you are hurt over Master. Master who took. So stupid. Look at her. Look at how she is so much bigger than you. She has grown while you have gotten smaller. SO STUPID!   

“I did choose you. I became a queen just for you and the grubs. I sent away my sister and my best friend, just for you. At every turn, I chose you. I seized what you offered and became the person you needed me to be. I changed for you too. I didn't want to work this hard or admit that you would be so evil to me. I truly believed you loved me because I loved you,” you stated coldly.

Shigaraki clutched his chest. You had used the word “Loved” past tense. No. Why did his chest hurt? Why was it hard to breathe? Why was his face wet? His eyes are blurry with moister. It was confusing him. He looked at you, but you turned your face from him. That drove him insane. He grips your shoulders roughly.

“Look at me!” he growled.

He started hyperventilating when you did. Your expression is hurt and accusing. He was about to scream in your face. All you have is him left. You have his collar on while the blood bond is the damn leash. He is tempted to choke you with this permanent connection. His nature strangled the words in his throat. Screaming that would have escalated the fight he did not want to have to begin with. All he wanted was you. He tried to say anything to make you love him but was lost on how to force you to love him again.

“I will make you love me! I can’t understand why you are like this. It is because you love someone else. Is it Yoon? Let’s see him take care of you when I kill him! Cold-hearted brat,” he shouted instead. You winced from him. Giving him that eye roll that tells him he’s stupid. Oh, how he hated that the most.

“What you took from me cannot be replaced. You killed a piece of my heart. I changed for you,” You said. 

Shigaraki roared in rage. His instincts took over, yanking him away. Despite you being stubborn and a brat, his grubs are first and foremost. His words upset his mate, which upset his grubs, so his instincts told him to walk away and calm down before he did kill you.

Unable to kill anything, he walked away to drink more. He whined to Dabi all night. While it was Yoon, who fed and took care of you.

“I’m sorry, little queen, you must remain behind bars for your safety and as a mild punishment for murdering a wizard. It's nice that Shigaraki has no way to punish you for some unclaimed old man. But I'm guessing the fight didn’t go well?” Yoon asked. Shoving food through the bars. You shrugged. Yoon sighs, “As much as I would love to kill him and take over.”

You shot him a dirty look, and he raised two of his hands in surrender, laughing.

“I won’t, and we can’t. I know you want a strong hive. But a strong hive has joined royalty. A convoy from the butterfly clan will be here in two days. The last addition to the army is to make your vision complete. So, I must ask little Queen. What are your orders?” Yoon awaits your instructions.

You had waited. Waited for what felt like an eternity for Shigaraki to come back. Yoon was right. It was time to make peace. Some scratching at the door. You open it to see two Mothmen flopped against the outer cage entrance. Dabi was having a hard time fitting the key in the lock.

“Dabi, what are you doing?” You ask politely.

“Mphf…tryin…to uh…put this…big whiny baby to bed. I mean, I lost Lyra and Shoto…. you...you...lost the kids… and…that bitch…I never bothered to learn her name…but uh her…we all have real losses…and this Lil bitch is crying cuz you mad. I got real problems. See, I popped stitches,” he slumps against the bars with his pouty lip sticking out.

Your eyes widen, absorbing what Dabi has said before rubbing your temples and squeezing your eyes shut again. Lost the kids. Which kids is he talking about?

“Yoon! Get over here, please!” You shout. Yoon is there, immediately taking in the view and starts laughing, “Yoon, stop that. Help me get Shiggy in bed and then help me with Dabi.”

“Whoa. I do the stabby, not the helping. You want me to stab them? I can,” Yoon declares. You narrow your eyes at him. He laughs some more, “Admit it. You thought about it.”

“Just help me. Why is every Mothman a child?” You complain.

“Trauma. Wait…..No, Shiggy said not to let…. his lifemate run or get…whatever,” Dabi mumbled when you took the key from him and unlocked the door. Yoon smacked your hands away when you reached for Shiggy. Yoon has gotten incredibly comfortable with you. Which would be bad if Shigaraki saw. 

“I’m not going to let my pregnant little queen lift a giant asshole that made her cry,” he grunted.

“Be careful with him and put his gloves on,” You fret before turning to Dabi. Yoon screeched when Shigaraki captured him in his arms.

“You are so mean! Heartless!” Shigaraki wailed like a child.

“I’m not your mate, dumbass king. Little queen save me,” Yoon pleaded as Shigaraki nuzzled at his chest. You laughed at him and turned back to Dabi.

“Can you walk? Come on. Up, up, let's get to your nest. Are Lyra’s things here?” Dabi nods as he climbs the wall to stand, popping several more stitches. You let him lean on you as you guide him along.

“Why are you helping me?” Dabi asked. You plopped him down in the nest and went to fetch what you needed to clean his burns. You searched through Lyra's jars until you found what he needed. You have armfuls of bandages and other things. Before you left, you noticed there was no second nest. You washed your hands, soaking the dressings in the medicine before you settled into stitch up Dabi.

“Wait, do you know what you are doing?” He asked. You dramatically sigh at him.

“Dabi, sweetie. I am a seamstress, and there is no doctor around. Hold still,” you order. Threading the needle. Plunging it into his skin at a steady rate and with skill.

“She didn’t even leave me a note. I spent years with her. Protected the ungrateful brat. I even built a nest for the both of us like you two. I hate how happy both of you are. Makes me sick,” Dabi slurred. You scoffed.

“We are not that happy at the moment,” you say quietly.

“Pffft. He may cry about how you are not looking at him, but he adores you. He craves attention like a little grub. He was always sucking his Master’s balls before you came along. Quite frankly, he was fucking thoughtless. You know you are too sweet for him and the rest of our kind? You could have run, but you didn’t. You didn't because you disgustingly care,” he grabs your throat, “You didn’t run because you were the distraction. So, tell me. What did she say? Where is she?” Dabi growled. You stab him with the needle in the tender part of his arm and hold it threateningly near his eye while you pry his fingers away.

“I know you are upset. I understand. That is why I am not screaming or angry. I won’t lie to you, Dabi. She did not say anything about you. But she did leave detailed instructions for your care. For her, I think that is a love letter. You two are not us. Find your own kind of passion,” you say.

He kisses you. Shoving his tongue deep into your mouth. You pull away, shocked and blushing.

“No! No, Dabi! You are drunk. I…don’t want to do that, right now,” you tell him. He snickers.

“Even if it’s just warming up. I am the royal pussy eater. Let me eat you like a ripe peach. Although I’m sure we could do other things, he would never know. Go to Shigaraki dripping wet, and he will be puddy,” Dabi suggested with smoldering eyes. Oh no, Dabi is very good at…no.

“Stop, you are drunk. I am just too stressed for that. Not without the Shiggy's permission,” you say quickly.

“It’s good for stress. Keeps mommy happy, keeps the grubs happy, keeps the King happy. Oh, we need his permission. Even when I already have it? You do still love him. Your sister was a cunt, and you clearly still feel affection for him. Why are you so hard on him? He didn’t even do it on purpose. Forgive him already so we can get on with our war and find our cherished ones. He has grown with you more in a short time than ever with his master. Surrogate mommy. Baby him and turn him into a King with your wily ways,” he tells you. You burst out crying.

“I want to! I have been doing my best to navigate the razor’s edge. I love my family, and Shigaraki is now a part of it. An accident! How should I know? He has yet to tell me! He just screams how it’s my fault for making him jealous!” You snivel. Dabi wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to cry in his ruff.

Dabi won’t say he cares for you both. But he will let your weak human body take comfort in his scent and his unspoken affection. Running his warm fingers in your hair. It was the nicest Dabi has ever been.   

“Dabi, I was petrified for Lyra. I sent her away. She lost her temper in front of John. I beg your forgiveness,” you raise your palms to him. He touches them immediately.

“I know you are always looking out for her. I know it was just her with the tunnel. The dumb bitch was planning on running away for over a year now. Tell me…tell me where she is. I know you know,” he growled. You finish his stitches. Wrapping his limbs in the treated bandages, you listen to him vacillate between threats and seduction. He looks on the verge of genuine emotion as his face twists in grief.

“The blood bond was never complete. It will be harder for me if I don’t know where to start. Shigs surprised me. He is acting more like a leader. He said he would not punish Lyra because she is my lifemate. You must help me. Shoto and Lyra took Kurogiri, as well as all the little ones. I know she did not say anything about taking the siblings. I will find them and make it right,” Dabi states.

You slump. Of course, Lyra would do something that silly. You will have to teach her to be less selfish and thoughtless. 

"Shhhh, I will not let you do that alone and injured," You tuck Dabi in bed. He looks vulnerable. You grab his face and lean close to whisper your plans in his ear. It was the sweetest lullaby to him.

“I understand. I will do as you order. I trust you. Trust you more if you let me taste your cunt again. It is a joy to witness someone clever and sees reason on the throne,” he rumbles, licking his chops.

“You are a drunk little moth, aren’t you? So cute. Time to sleep. Night-night time,” you say, shaking your head and stroking his fur. You shove him down. When he mumbled about tasting your milk out of curiosity, you left him drifting into the dream world. All mothmen are sex-craved pervs.

Yoon was right outside the door. Following you down the hall with a skip in his step and a flutter in his wings.

“I would be jealous if an outsider got to eat pussy and not me. I should be allowed to apply as a royal pussy eater too. Let’s try tonight,” he teased.

“Were you spying on us?” You snit at him.

“Maaaaaybeee, it is my job,” he sings.

“Good, then I don’t have to repeat myself. Don’t stick your nose in the conversation I’m about to have with Shiggy,” you order, slamming the door in his face.

Yoon opens the door and pulls you back into the hall, falling to his knees in apology to you.

“I am sorry I laid hands on my precious queen without permission. However, we still need to discuss Lyra. She is a traitor that kidnapped a portion of the royal family. The Queen cannot appear weak. Send me to assassinate her. Dabi will never know. We will find a sweet mate for the outsider. That human girl Suki is quite cute. Honestly, I have seen you crush people under your heel for less. That orgy girl still can’t find a mate.”

You wince at his harsh words. It is just strange seeing him so serious. You sigh. Thinking about what Dabi said and Yoon is not wrong.

“Lyra is many things, but she would never ever hurt my siblings. I’m sure they are well and fine. Would you say Shigaraki has changed since we have been mated?” You asked him, changing the subject. He looks up at you curiously.

“Absolutely. As is, I only vie to be a paramour or a second mate in your harem. Shigaraki was a joke until you came along. He was popular, but his inexperience had left him unsuccessful in war campaigns. Our other kings were not great, and our hive already had the lowest reputation for being aberrant. But none of them humiliated us while devastating our numbers like Shigaraki. Honestly, a revolution was brewing after the massacre of the lessers. Since you arrived, he has started trying harder to please and return to you. Winning battles and procuring us more. Alone he was ok. With you by his side, your reign will become a legend across the lands. No longer will our people be mocked. I would never interfere in your relationship. I simply wish to be a part of it.”

“Haram? You would never interfere in our relationship?” You repeat dubiously.

“Don’t you know? He made a decree not so long ago in front of you called “good for goose, good for gander” he has a harem; therefore, you can have one. I won’t interfere. I am your loyal servant. Before, if he had tried to harm you, I would stab him. I would stab him because you asked me. I would stab him a little, not enough to kill him, just cuz,” he shrugs, beaming.

“Anyway,” you start shifting uncomfortably under his lustful gaze. Not knowing if it is out of desire or stabbing. No way would you create a harem without Shigaraki’s approval, and that will never happen, “Dabi is considered Shigaraki’s brother and is blood mated to Lyra. Dabi is already a mess. It is complicated, but nothing we can’t handle as long as we keep it secret in our inner circle. It is why I only used you and the nest sisters. We must quell the scandal and continue to remain strong. Do you not trust me?”

He grits his jaw and does a sharp submissive bow, forehead touching the ground.

“I will never waver following my little queen's insanely naïve stupid orders. I trust you with my life and destiny. I must ask. What if by them taking the royal family, Shigaraki fails in our war? What if, beyond belief, she would not hurt the children? It turns out her uppers decided to hurt them. She would have no control over that, but she should still be held accountable since she had taken them from safety.”

“Then I would still want her back alive. To suffer,” you say sincerely. You know a perfect way too. You love Lyra, but no. She does not get to get away with what she has done. A wicked grin spreads across his face.

“As my little queen wishes,” he beams evilly.

“Good boy,” you smirk.

He twitches at your praise. You will think of something for Yoon as a distraction when he comes back from his new mission. He is loyal but asks for too much without Shiggy’s regard. Since his mates were killed in the walls collapsing, he deserves something. Perhaps he has always pursued you like this, and you did not know. You dismiss him and slam the door in his face.

“That’s just cold little Queen,” Yoon shouted.

You sigh, watching your beautiful man snore in the nest. The grubs delight at him, and your heart flutters. You are so torn. You adore Maude and cherish Shiggy. It is possible to love more than one person with all your heart. But you know it to be true as you rub your belly, feeling the pressure of a tiny hand pushing back. You will try to talk again.   

You crawl next to him. Placing his lips near your nipple. You gush milk into his waiting mouth. He latches on like a leech. His eyes shoot open in surprise, his crimson gaze easing into eager acceptance. Suckling like a greedy infant. His claws lightly dig into your ribs to keep you in place. His eyes crack in lust and hope when they meet yours. For now, he has a nipple in his mouth and will take it hungrily.

You listen to his deep rhythmic panting as you hold him. Running your fingers through his ruff. So soft, it sends tingles through the webbing. His scent draws you to him. He whimpers when one of his unruly antennae brushes over your lips, and you capture it, flicking it with the tip with your tongue. He pops your nipple from his mouth. A little milk dribbled from the side of his mouth.

“Forgive?” he begs more than asks.

You nuzzle your face in his hair between his antennae before you talk.

“When I was a little girl, I was the last of a sweet woman’s legacy. My eldest sister was the only one who held me and told me she loved me. She sold herself to prostitution to help feed all of us. She had strange men stuff themselves in her. Hurt her. Treat her like she was nothing, all so her younger siblings could eat,” you are saying. You pause to see if he is listening to you. He holds you and waits patiently, he looks like he is withering, but Shiggy is listening.

“She wasn’t a saint. She could be selfish, greedy, and petty, but she always loved us. In a letter, she vowed she would never ever leave. No matter how hard I would try to push away. She will stay and ensure the little sister she loved most is safe. Then I heard how you let her drown in shit. It's not about forgiving. It's about stopping your and Master's lies. It was fair to take away your savior and master’s love. He was a monster,” you whisper. Shigaraki moves to your other breast. Stress suckling.

He pulls away with large sad eyes. He thought that was an awful story, but it’s a part of your story, so he is happy and hurt at your sharing. It is meant to make him fully understand what he took from you. Make right. Make it right, now!  His instincts screamed.

“I didn’t mean it. No, that’s a lie. A part of me always wanted Maude away from you. You paid attention to her in a way you didn’t me. You listened to her and saw Maude in a special light. I hated her. But I only wanted to hurt her. Not kill Maude. I knew if I did, you would be mad. I never wanted to hurt you,” he pulled himself away to bow. He laid himself bare before her, explaining exactly what happened.

“She would not let it go. Insisting she would turn you against me if she was not made queen. I truly only meant to bounce her off the walls a bit. I did not know about the hole over the toilet. She fell through. I had my most reliable servants search for her. They couldn’t find her. I was advised to wait until her body was recovered. I was told you would hate me. I am deeply sorry for my part in this accident,” He rambles.

Holding his palms face up to you. You look away from him out of habit. His wings quiver in agitation. You kept him on the verge of another breakdown. He was about to scream how you need him for the grubs.

He will cut off pieces of himself. He’ll kill whomever you want him to. He loves you. He needs you. Anything. You grew very pale and trembled. You looked so broken to him. It shattered his heart to know he had hurt you this badly. He begged. A thing he thought he would never stoop to.

Giant tears of grief cascaded from your pretty eyes. Shigaraki is shaking, his heart racing. A bottomless pit feels like it opened in his twisting gut. Threatening to swallow him. He is frightened. This is what he dreaded. He cannot wander in the darkness alone. You are not touching his palms. His face is wet again as his long fingers wrap around his throat. He must strangle his anguish. 

"You killed Master, are we not even?" He choked. 

“It’s complicated,” You begin when he wails. A heart-wrenching howl from the pit of his soul. You quickly pull him to you. He clings to you as if you are his entire world will disappear if you are not here. You press your forehead to his.

“I had it all planned out nice and neat. You and I are even about Maude…but then John heard it! I can not let John feel the need for revenge because of me. His older sister, who vowed to be there for him. To always love him! I cannot give John a reason to seek revenge on his own because I have failed! You will kill him, and I cannot have that! I cannot be a failure. I would lose all my family! I can’t forgive because I fear you will try to kill my whole family if I do. I am the first human Queen. I am your mate. My heart. I feel so broken and torn. I love you! I always will, and it hurts.”

“I know.”

“We all share responsibility for Maude’s death. I knew that the hole was there. I was the one who covered it. I sent Maude away. I asked for the fertility potion,” Shigaraki cocked his head at that. You see his confusion and quickly move on. No sense in dragging Lyra more into it. Now that you know what happened, you don’t feel innocent either.

“Shhh, you are a queen. I will help you. I will not forget the pain I have caused. I can try my best to make it right for you and the little ones. Even to Imogene and Adam.”

“I don’t know what to do. John knows. John will demand reparations. We have stolen the closest thing to his mother as well. You will have to be punished harsher than being stabbed. I will always be yours. We are having grubs together. I love you,” You sob.

“You’re not leaving me? You can’t forgive, but you still remain as mine?” Shigaraki asks excitedly. So, what if he must pay more reparations to the kids? As long as he gets to keep you, he is happy and delighted to do whatever you want.

“I would never leave you. But I am still hurt and angry,” you snap at him. He fluttered. His whole body vibrated with joy. You will stay with him.

“I heard from Zenru that a portion of our hive wall was blown apart because of the gas build-up in one of the tunnels. Several Elite's mates were killed, but ultimately, casualties were low because of you and your fellow human efforts. My little mate is amazing,  My  perfection,” He rasped, kissing over your face and squishing your cheeks. He liked how paying you a compliment made you blush. Yet you still pulled from him. Making him angry, he could feel the practical side struggling with his instincts to please you no matter what.  Has grubs, make happy, so stupid!

“The butterfly people will be here in a day. We need to appear together,” he rasps.

“Appear! Appear! We are together! You are mine. We wear the same collars,” he snarls. Flashing his necklace. Are you trying to replace him? His instincts unify in this paranoia, “Is it, Yoon? Should I kill Yoon? Kill most of the elites?” He wondered too loud.

“Quit being a child. No, you will not kill them. We are together! But we are angry and arguing. We need to not look like that when they visit,” You yank in his antennae.

“Harsh mean stoney female,” He whimpers like a puppy.

“You do look cute,” you murmur. He looks ‘cute’ to you, being pathetic and less manly. Then he shall play into your needs. He flopped over and mewled. You seem to like that. He will appear weak, just for you. More nest talk, in his opinion. Love him, dammit!  His mind growls. You sigh because you know he is pulling at your heartstrings.

“Please, it hurts.  You  hurt me! Mean mate,” he snivels. You smile but steel your heart and look away from him. He snarled, tempted to say nasty things. He just demeaned himself. Instead, he stops and thinks. 

“I do need to be punished. But hold off. We need to be untied after all for some silly whim,” Shigaraki says, realizing that you do not view apologies as weakness. How cute, you really are too naïve.

“It’s not a silly whim. They have the ear of the fey, the fey of the ogres, the ogres of the giants, the giants of the dwarves, and so forth. We need actual day fighters, not farmers with pitchforks. You are still hurt,” It annoyed you hearing him mock you. You know he was not taking you seriously. You mentally rage at him. He’s beaming like an idiot playing with his necklace. You can hear the clicking of his claws on the gold. You know it’s a better nervous habit than clawing his ruff. You like to squeeze yours because you imagine yourself crushing the jerk.

“Regardless, my little butterfly will have everything she needs. But in the meantime….Shouldn’t you give in to me? I swear I will be everything that you ever need after. My body and my soul are not my own. I am your slave and weak to your desires. You may do whatever you wish. I will gladly let you slice me apart. I will help you. Anything after the Azure rose. Now tell me of Master, then let's fuck…for the comfort of the grubs,” he reassures with the most serious face. Pulling you to him in a gentle embrace. You narrow your eyes because he was being irresistible and sweet on purpose. It is odd being attracted and bitter to a man who can conjure up the largest puppy eyes with the most exciting wings. After what you tell him. He will take you seriously.

“Your master was the evilest monster I have ever had the misfortune of coming across. That day after John threatened me to take care of you, he….. called on me for more training,” You begin, only to have him promptly aggressively question you.

“Training? Training in what? Why was he allowed to talk to you at all?” He snarls.

“Using my eye,” You say tentatively. Shigaraki hisses. Angry and agitated, he scowls and stills.

“You do not use your magic again like you did with the MLA. You will obey this. Damn Master. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch you. We agreed I would teach about your eye. Could have hurt the grubs,” he hisses and mumbles. Stilling in the way he does before he is about to go hurt someone. You fake pain in your gut. He instantly calmed down and started rubbing your belly. But you will ask why you can’t use your magic later.

“He summoned me…..,”

You turn to the other Mothmen and bring them in close, whispering your plan so Kurogiri can't hear when Kurogiri interjected.

“Shigaraki requires his mate now. I have been bombarded with requests all evening. More time has passed than I should have allowed,” He says with distaste.

“Kurogiri, I’m so sorry. May I have a conversation with you alone first?” You asked. His yellow eyes narrowed, but he agreed. Zenru and Yoon were still in sight but what you had to say to him was for him alone. The man was always patience personified, and you admired that about it.

“Thank you so much for your time and patience. I always wanted to be able to tell you that. That said, I want to know to who you are most loyal. Your Master? Shigaraki? Lyra?”

“I find this questioning offensive.”

“Be that as it may, Lyra will be strung up. The nice lady who is carrying your offspring,” you paused. It was a long moment before he answered.

“What proof do you have?”

“Other than my years of experience of seeing pregnant women? Her emotional mood swings are more violent than normal. She has been queasy aside from the fidgeting teary eyes. Gained a little weight even though she attempted to stick to a vegetable diet. Shigaraki will know it was Lyra who told me about my sister. So again, I ask. Where does your loyalty lie?”

Kurogiri is torn. He would have to run with Lyra and would need Master distracted.

“I will confirm your suspicions first. I will continue to stall. If it is true, then I will ask you to distract master.”

“Agreed.” This was perfect. Taking Lyra and running is now his plan. He will never be the wiser. Kurogiri leaves, and you turn to the two.

“Yoon, Zenru, I need your help. You want to see me happy. I need revenge and to get rid of Master. A while ago, I used my sight on him combined with what I have learned his vision cannot see fruition. He has been using and abusing your Queen and King,” you tell them.

“Our life is yours to do with as you please. My only regret is that we alone won’t be able to kill him. I don’t see him allowing more than the ones he views as loyal to Shigaraki. With our ranks, we can go with you. But I will not fight if it endangers your life,” Zenru said.

“You meathead, he will do something to her nevertheless. Do you trust that thing or the little Queen? I don’t want to die just yet, little Queen. I trust you. Do you have a plan?” Yoon asks.

“Yes, we will need my nest sisters. This hand signal means to follow. This one means to attack, stay, help. The sisters know these. Kurogiri is already taken care of. I’m going to rely on your fighting skills, follow my lead and wait for the right moment to strike,” you say quickly.

“Little Queen, your eye is bleeding,” Zenru says with deep concern.

“Yes. It hurts. But I had to push it,” you tell them while they fuss over your eye.

You had Zenru carry you. Master was having tea prepared. You are holding an adorable little grub. The only survivor of Yoon’s mates and three children. You will never forgive that explosive bitch. If you ever see her again, you will leave her broken.

“Master, the children should go home. I don’t want them overhearing, along with Lyra and Shoto. This is Yoosung, Yoon’s little grub. I was hoping a few of my nest sisters could watch him?” You ask. They must be here. Master grins.

“Of course, they are with the children. Come sit, let us talk of the future,” AFO said. You hand Yoon his soft fluffy baby. You didn’t want to. He was so cute, wavering tiny feelers, covered in soft white fur, four arms, and large orange eyes. He chirped until you fed him. Yoon tried to stop you, but without a mother, he needed to be fed now. Your instincts told you that. You could snuggle him for eternity. Holding a baby like this made you think of Shiggy. Yoosung hissed at his father and clutched at you. Yoon carried his son like he was a vicious cat far away from him. You will smack him for that later.

“They are quite adorable at that age. Maternal impulses kicking in. I saw that you didn’t let the grub go. Here have some tea. It will calm your nerves and dampen those instincts a bit. I have a proposal to make,” Master offered. Kurogiri poured your tea. Signaling he will be taking Lyra away, “I have several potential candidates I wish to endow with my magic. Your mate is still my top successor. I have plenty of power to loan to the most precious Queen who has managed to gather strength to her. I am truly impressed. But to receive this power, I ask for pure loyalty.”

Kurogiri chitters something and leaves to the bedrooms with your siblings and Lyra. You blush and quietly sip as if you are thinking of this. Time is slipping through your fingers, and you do not know if Lyra is safe yet. The signal is Yoon coming back. Time is stretching too far. You and Zenru can’t kill Master alone.  Stall,  you hear your sister mocking titter somewhere in the back of your head.

“Master, I wish to penalize Shiggy, but for the sake of my grubs and pride, I vowed never to leave him as long as he loves what I love,” you say. Your hands are shaking. What is this mix of emotions doing to you?  The grubs feel like they are infecting you with excitement while your body trembles in fear. 

“No need to separate. You seizing my power and the hive will be punishment enough, and you can keep Shiggy under your thumb,” he chuckles behind his mask.

“I don’t know, Master. There is so little I know about him. I don’t think I can make a vow to you without conflict with my first oath with Shiggy,” you say. You steal glances towards the door. Still no Yoon. Your heart is beating too hard. It’s a little bird that wants to escape this scary cage. You look at the cat in front of you. He sighs.

“I can assure you there will be no conflict. Loyalty to me will not disrupt your relationship. If anything, it will strengthen it. I used to be a member of the Order. We used to go around and find potential members amongst the magical creatures. After hearing a rumor, your mate came to me and begged me to give him a gift. I granted him one. The trauma left him a little broken. That is why he clings to you. I doubt there can be anything more painful to him than this proposal.”    

Yoon walks in, and your heart is jumping like a frog in your throat.

The grubs are twisting and screaming in you.

“What do I have to do?” You ask quietly. Playing with your necklace, opening the front of your robes just enough to tease. Your other hand slipped into your robes to clutch the bottle hidden in the folds. Master stretched out his hand to you.

“First, you will have to hand me that bottle of poison,” he ordered. Your chest wasn’t that distracting. You pull it out, quickly yank the top off and swallow the contents. He rises and looms, his rage feelings like a physical presence bearing down on you. 

“Foolish girl! What have you done!” He shouted.

“Waiting until it kicked in. Now!” You scream. Basilisk eye, you mentally roar. The world was chaos as shouts and movement shifted around you. You used your quirk and screamed in horror as it felt like a hot knife shot through your brain. You clapped your hand over it in confusion. Yoon went after the Nomu. It gave AFO enough time to move, the stone part of him sloughing off as Zenru barrels towards him. Your seven sisters screech as they tear at him. Four fists pummel to keep him down, only he lets his flesh be torn away as he claws his way towards his room.

“No!” you scream, using your magic again. Oh gods, it hurts! But you don’t blink this time. It’s not enough. He is retreating to his spells. You can’t have that. You love these moth people. Yoon is at the Nomu like a god of death. You grab a knife off his belt. A hand shoots out to snatch you back. He catches the top of your robes and loosens them more. You don’t care. They need your help. You slipped from his hold, pulling your robes further down.

“NO! No, little queen. You could be harmed!” Yoon shouted after you, only you couldn’t understand him. The damn Nomu was giving him trouble.

When you burst in, they have him pinned to the bed, struggling with excessive flesh and spikes. You only need to do this one more time. Just enough time to finish this. You puked. It was sudden and frightening. The air was a sickening stench of gore and blood. You grab your robes and force your way into the pile.

“Move. I need to see him!” You screamed. Zenru pulls you up, protecting you with his arms from the spikes. You used your magic eye again, stopping him. He laughs.

“You ungrateful bitch!”

“Monster! Die already!” You screeched, plunging the knife into the middle of his chest. You scream louder as your vision blurs. Your brain feels like it is on fire. Strong hands wrap around yours and help you drag it down his middle, slicing him open. Hands spread his cage and expose his still beating and wriggling organs. Not human! Yoon is hacking and sawing at his neck until his head bounces off. His intestines writhe as they start to pull themselves together. Several hands grip the beating heart and thrust it into your mouth. You don’t want to, but your primal mind sinks your teeth in. The hot blood shot down your throat. The moment it hits your gut, the wriggling calms. The grubs are pleased, and you rip and chew more of it. The doctor came in, saw what was happening, and grabbed the head to run for his life. A black inky portal opens behind you.

“And the rest you know,” you finished. You look at him, and his expression scares you. He grabs your shoulders and rages at your face.

“You swallowed poison!”

“No…no….I switched the label. Lyra would have had a fit if she saw I was using a booster.”

“There's a reason for that! All magic has a cost. Look at my wings! They are blackening because of it. Look how ragged they are. Look at my arm, my skin! If it is not physical, it is mental! That is why so many wizards are insane! Damn you! Only in emergencies. Never! Never again. I will grab the leash and parade you around. I need you, and you can’t be risking yourself like this,” he snarls, pulling you to his chest and squeezing you tight. His chest heaving, his heart pounding. You can’t help but lean into him.

“You don’t hate me?” You ask. Troubled by his lack of reaction.

“You didn’t let any of them touch you? Especially Yoon? That fucker is sneaky, and has been sniffing around you a lot lately.”

“No. Zenru would never allow that. Yoon is loyal to the hive and wants us to be together,” you lie. Half-lie, Zenru did let people touch, but he kept everyone in line. Yoon is dedicated to the hive and has thoughts of being a part of your harem, Shiggy doesn't need to know about that. But Shiggy seems satisfied and kisses you.

“I never could. I could never hate you. I love you. From now on, you will let me feed you again and be mine entirely. You can punish me for John later, agreed?”

You nod, snuggling against his more as he rubs your belly. What choice did you have? Three grubs. They are too much for you alone. He pats you on the head, then runs his claws through your hair. You want to smack him. He treats you like a dog still.

“Good girl,” he says, nuzzling your hair and chirping. Most of the things you told him disturbed him, but right now, all he can think of is the chain on the hoop of your clit. He wants you now. He flops over with you and looks up at him with those innocent eyes. He winces when you kiss him. But soon, he is tasting you back. Melting for you. Why are you always so nice to me, he wonders.

“I don’t want to stop. The beast inside me won’t be satisfied with this. I want your pussy. It feels so good. Let me make you feel good,” he purrs.

“What? Why? I’m huge, and you are still injured. Not to mention sore when you forced me to take your knot,” you whine. He shakes his head at you.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are? You are powerful and fertile. With battle scars. Do you have any idea how many challenges I had each week? It was a feast. Mmmmm, tasty just like you,” he mumbled between kisses. He’s not bothered with his own pain.

“Ok. But be gentle and with my clothes on,” you whimper. Your bashful expression makes his heart and cock throb in tandem. He loves how red your cheeks get. It’s a silly request he will indulge. He swore he would never be gentle again because you felt too good. He was never quite able to break that rule. But today, as long as you never leave, he will give you what you want.

He fluffs the pillows and lays you on your side. His stab wounds still hurt, but he feels all the annoying hard work has paid off, and he is not about to regress that progress now. He doesn’t want to think of the past. He only wants to be in the present with his perfection. 

He kisses near his mark, smelling how mad you are, still resistive and tense at his touch. He chuffs while kissing over your shoulder. Lifting your robes. Running the tips of his fingers over your ass and thigh.  

“Pretty butterfly. My perfection. My moon. You deserve to be worshiped. Your pussy feels so good,” He moans. Lifting your knee, running his tongue up to your bare thigh, he kisses planted along the way. Notching himself at your little entrance. You are so tight he has trouble sheathing himself fully. He should have been working your body daily. Relief is washing over him as you give enough for him to shove the head of his cock in. Working himself inch by inch in your hot, slick walls.

“It hurts," you whined. He shivered in need, a rumbling purr building. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you feel me for eternity. I'm starved for you," he whispers huskily.  

"You are such a sweet talker when you can speak,” you mumble at him.

“I’m always talking dirty to you. Only it’s in my language. I’m going deeper into you. Fill you up with me. Try to be calm. I don’t hate this. Squeezing your tits and being one with you. All mine. It’s so relaxing,” he sighs and pulls you close.

He is sickly sweet like this. But…..you don’t mind it, though. A new side of him makes you heat up hot for him. He rotates his hips in a way that creates light circles deep inside you. You shouldn’t have agreed to this. You want to stay mad at him.

It’s so hard when the guy you stab still thinks the world of you. For just this moment, you will let your anger go. He stopped, studying your expression with crimson eyes. His soft cheekbones redden as he grins at you knowingly.

“Nice face,” he chirps. Kissing passionately as he thrusts his length in and out of you. You pull away from his mouth.

“Will you always love me? I stabbed you,” You ask him. He laughs and nibbles at your neck.

“What a stupid question. Always. I’ve been stabbed worse. It’s sexy. You can be a vicious little brat for what is yours. I’ll allow it. Fuck, you are getting so wet for me,” he chuckles. Back to ravishing you, invading your holes with intrusive tongue and cock. He lets your knee drop to grip your hip and pull you more into him. Your slick walls allow him to buck his hips harder. Creating tingles deep in your core. You clamp a hand over your mouth.

“Stop that. I like hearing your voice,” Shigaraki growls, pulling your hand away.

“I know. But it’s embarrassing….ahhhh…. when the accommodations are so close…uh… to each other. Slow down,” you groan.  

“Mmmmm, stop saying such cute things. We've screwed in front of the court. Makes me want to fuck deeper,” he grunts, increasing the snapping of his hips. The slapping sounds of your skin sharply connecting overpower your squeals. He is getting rougher, panting and growling directly in your hair. It felt like he was growing bigger in you. His presence pressing heavy on you as sends shivers of pleasure through you. You are starting to feel guilty. You know once you cum you will start losing that grip on your rage.

“Nnnngh……no, enough. I will make you climax another way,” you snap at him.

“Huh? What? No, you are so close. I can smell it and feel it. Your pussy is drooling on me. Your tight cunt sucks my cock so well. I promise not to knot. I know you are still sore from my neglect. While I’m healing, I’ll protect and take care of you,” He rasped. Pumping his length in you at a tender, even pace rubbing over your sweet spot. It was building too quickly.

“No, get off of me. Uh-uh-uh, please!” You beg. Ecstasy hits you hard. Tingling in your middle and radiation through your body. You scream and lean into him as he growls and sporadic jerking of his hips.

“All mine,” he snarls as he reaches down to squeeze his knot. He’s trying so hard while you are being a brat. He twitches and shudders against you. Shivering in bliss, you feel that flame, a rage dwindle. Moves to your feet.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” You panic. Is he going to take your legs? He is so paranoid about you running.

“I can control my abilities. I’m going to take care of you. Rub your feet and anything else that will make you happy. Make the grubs happy, so they hurt you less,” he says.

Kissing your toes and purring. You hate how he is being kind. Leaking cum and getting your feet rubbed. Your life has gotten strange. He watches you in the bath, and you try to ignore him. He coddles you until you are fast asleep.

He watches you snore lightly. You are so significant with happy grubs. He is mulling over all the information you have given him. The grubs enjoy anger and human flesh. Imogene said twins are not uncommon in your family. Also, death in childbirth wasn’t unusual either. He should have waited like Master told him to.

Lyra is pregnant with Kurogiri’s grub or baby. He’s not sure what Kurogiri is. He knew something was going on with them. That is the only way Kuro would betray master. Dabi usually is on top of it. Shigaraki is certainly not going to tell him. He goes to the room he created for the master and uses the scrying mirror. He tries Kurogiri first. Nothing. He calls the doctor. He man better pick up because Shigaraki’s wings still need to heal.

“Doctor, it’s Tomura. We need to talk. Rest assured that no one will hear this conversation. You are safe.”

“Your insane mate wants me dead!” Dr. Ujiko shouted.

“I don’t blame her. I asked if they had foolishly let you live. After all the things I heard Master had been doing to her behind my back, I am furious. He had touched and trained my mate when he knew how my species feels about that. Worse, he kept the secret that I begged him for my ability from me. I don’t remember much back then, so I can let that go. I would have been tempted to kill him if I wasn't grateful. I will have the call for your head reversed, and you will continue your work in peace as long as you don’t plot anything against my mate,” Shigaraki rasped calmly.

“Don’t have much of a choice. Agreed, the queen is too powerful anyways. How do you feel about that?”

“How do I feel about that? I feel like it is great. Less work for me. I have stronger feelings about how Master offered her some secret power while bragging about how he had others in the wing. I want their names.”

“He always meant for you to have the pure raw power when you are ready. That hasn’t changed.”

“Mmmmm. It must be fate. We are both hearing voices. Have you ever heard of a blood bonding doing that?”

“Possible. Master said he could see your corruption altering her. Now she is too powerful.”

“I disagree. My mate is powerful, and she is mine to control. I will consider master’s gift after I take the Azure rose. It’s one thing to take. It’s another to keep. You keep working, and I will keep you safe. You will see to it when my mate gives birth, she and them will survive…..or I can’t promise your fate if I lose her,” he warned. Ujiko agreed. Of course, he would. It has been Dabi and him supplying Ujiko with more than funds and security.  

He crawls back into the nest with you.

“Where were you?” You mumbled.

“Just helping others take their medicine,” he rasped, wrapping himself around you. Half asleep, you snuggled into your favorite spot on him. Inhaled his scent.

“You need healing more. Rest and be with me. Here feel,” you yawned, placing Shiggy's hand on your belly. He felt a little hand, then a foot press against him. He vowed to take care of the grubs if anything happened to you. You must have known it was dangerous, yet you still wanted his grubs. How could he continue without you? His life is not his own anymore. He will follow you anywhere. Even death. 

He stares at the curse slowly creeping up his arm. It is at the crook of his elbow. Lyra has gone too far stealing his little ones. He had just become attached, and she had just played with everyone's emotions. He will not forgive her. He watches you sleep, twitching and wincing in fear.

Holding you close, he purrs and soothes your nightmares. You smiled and nuzzled closer, dreaming of picnics in fields of dandelions.   

Chapter 23

#yandere moth shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki tomura #mothura #my hero academia shigaraki #motharaki #mothman shigaraki #moth shigaraki #yandere #mothman #mothmura #tomura shigaraki x reader #monster tomura shigaraki #monster shigaraki #yandere monster #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura smut #lemon

[shinwhoohoo]

MEHHHH. I have three things to complain about and they all boil down to styling!!

1. Let’s start of with GC bc it’s his day. Why why why do they insist on this juvenile styling? The white sailor outfit is the worst imo. At least the other white cropped jacket with black trim/fringe and the black version had some type of form even though they still aren’t my favorites. The navy sailor outfit is eh. And the white one underneath (?) is just looking like a frumpy costume from someone’s talent show idk that feels mean and I’m sorry but just, ugh.

I told you before that I realized GC photographs well and can look very model-like in shoots so I had high hopes for his looks today… down the drain that went!

2. Ok so I agree that CNU looks better in these last two events but also—is it just the same white shirt and tie for these two events? Is WM low on funds? Why couldn’t he just wear perhaps that blue shirt from one of the fairly recent vlives?? And ffs, did anyone else see the brown beige khaki suit jacket?? I’m sorry if he owns that (bc sometimes I feel like he does wear baggy things), but ugh. That jacket is just plain ill-fitting on him. Like a suit jacket an old dad wears to some function. I know his build is looking better recently based on other photos/events but that jacket he wore on top of the shirt and tie just makes me so mad—it’s not doing him any favor. Wear it on a non-event CNU!! Someone get him/WM a tailor please!!

3. And I wasn’t going to bring this up but I’m on a roll with their outfits/styling. Tbh I wasn’t a fan of the latest flower fest photos with sandeul bc the florals/greenery look fake af and the whole thing is just too soft/cheesy for my taste and I was thinking, it’s fine it’s just not to my taste but maybe others like it and it’s not the most terrible thing I’ve seen recently done to these three. But now it’s like, they’ve just botched the visual direction for all three and it looks like this more “youthful” direction for all three has been in the works for a while since sandeuls was likely pre-filmed/pre-shot many months ago before he went on duty.

So WM. Wtf. I get that bc of everything that has happened internally and with the world, maybe b1a4 is low on funds and WM doesn’t have the finances either to devote a lot of it to their first group that’s had stuff happen, but this is just so sad to see at the end of the day!! Meanwhile jy mc from the same night is looking well… good for him, looks like he made the right move for his career but now I’m just even more sad for the others! Who do we email is right Britt!! :/

UGH ok so let’s vent together lol 😂 😂

1. Completely agree, the white and black cropped jacket sets were perfectly fine on their own-- the sailor (and honestly, I find the navy school boy fit just as bad as the sailor outfit personally lol) were just so child like, and yeah ok he’s the youngest of the group but at what cost are they going to keep playing that up?? Give us back model Gongchan, for sure. Give me back this Gongchan. He is so so gorgeous, he literally benefits the most with simple, neutral clean fits. Or, if he’s going to go with more of a bold color, bright reds or blues. But keep the fit more sleek. I mean, if I were to say anything positive....? about the sailor boy look is that I do appreciate a good Gongchan leg moment, but trust me it was not worth it to see him dressed like that lmaoo 🥲

2. So when you are saying the beige jacket I’m assuming you are referring to this look and not this.  The former I also completely agree, it literally looked like the exact same tie/shirt/pants that he wore for the Tomato Festival concert lol, and also agree with that jacket thrown on top did absolutely nothing. The latter look though, I did like. Simple, clean, his hair was actually styled much better than we’ve been seeing it (as in-- actually OFF his forehead!!! yay!!!) so I’m not mad at that look, at least lol. 

3. Ok so here’s the thing: again, I do ultimately agree with what you’re saying. The flower setting does look pretty cheap, and I’m also not one to go for that whole youthful flower-boy vibe (especially when we are talking about men who are between 29-31 years old 😩) but one thing I will say, and granted this is my opinion lol, but I do think of the three, Sandeul does pull off the ‘youthful’ look the best. That’s not to say I prefer it at all-- it’s in fact a terrific day the few times we do see Sandeul styled more maturely, with his glorious eyebrows free from hiding underneath the fluffy boy hair. But unlike what we’ve been seeing recently with CNU (and even Gongchan), WM always styled Sandeul like a 12 year old lol. Like ok that’s a slight exaggeration but really not by much. 

I really don’t know what’s going on!!! It has been frustrating, especially since their stage outfits for Origine were so nice-- has it been the acquisition? And new people now being involved in their artistic direction? Are they really just trying to appeal that badly to a younger audience? Idk, but Jinyoung has been looking great, and honestly he’s been looking really good for a while lol (since he’s come back from his public service, honestly... 👀 which I even ranted about a few weeks ago ..whew)

#don't go through my smooth fox tag please it's embarrassing lmaoo #b1a4 #cnu #sandeul #gongchan #gongchan solo fanmeet #jinyoung #wm entertainment #text #ask #reply

[hasufin]

Guys.

And I mean guys here. This isn’t some super-secret “Boys Only” thing, I don’t care what your birth certificate says, but I’m talking to guys here.

You need to get a pedicure.

I’m serious. I know our culture treats it as a silly indulgence for women. And yeah, there are some aspects which you might find uncomfortable.

(That’s fine. Some people will give you shit about it and talk about “fragile masculinity”. They’re bullies. You’re allowed to be uncomfortable with things which undermine your identity and may possibly trigger past trauma. There are an awful lot of people who think that’s all funny, but it’s not, and you’re not the bad guy for that.)

So, no, you’re not obligated to get your toenails painted. (You can if you want to, though. They’ve got thousands of colors.) And it’s understandable the first time you go to a salon, that it feels like you’re invading a female-only space.

But.

Let me tell you something. Guys, we need pedicures.

Let me tell you about me. I’m upwards of 250lbs (about 114 kilos, or almost 18 stone if you want). I hike in the mountains on the regular. I walk when I can. Sometimes I lift weights. You know, pretty active.

Do you have ANY IDEA what it does to the soles of your feet when you’re regularly slapping that much weight on them? So, so callused. I one time ended up with a cyst because I got a splinter embedded in the sole of my foot and didn’t feel it.

And I bet you’re like me. We’re not generally raised to take good care of our feet, and they get a whole bunch of abuse. You maybe know to trim your toenails, but don’t do it as often as you should. But do you even own a pumice stone? (Pumice stone isn’t enough, really, but it’s a start).

You need help. I’ve checked carefully, and determined that my feet are on the ends of my legs. This is a terribly inconvenient place to put them, but I was not consulted in the matter. So proper foot care is awkward. There’s a lot you can do, but every now and then, you should go to a salon and have someone help.

Now, like I said - the first time you go to a salon, it might be a bit awkward. I get that. Honestly this is a good chance to bond with a partner, friend, or relative who does go regularly: they’ll know how it’s laid out, and can help explain things. In theory you can just go in, but it helps to have some guidance.

They usually have packages you can choose from - manicure, pedicure, foot and leg massage, etc.. I’m honestly a fan of going all-out, you’re already there. Just be sure to tip well.

Once you select what you want, they’ll take you to one of those salon chairs - the kind with the little foot spa. Oh, I should mention - wear clothing you can roll up easily. If the weather allows, shoes you can take off easily, too. You’re there for them to work on your feet, so it’s best if they can be accessible. I, um, do not advise a kilt though. These are professionals and do not need a direct view of your genitals. Just, like, maybe sweatpants, okay?

Anyway, the spa chair. It’s got the foot bath. It has some snazzy controls, which are, I’m sorry, not necessarily intuitive. It has a built-in massage function, but there’s a decent chance it’s not big enough to work with your frame. You’re allowed to use the controls on the chair, but don’t mess with the foot spa part - that’s for the technician.

They’re probably going to run water into the foot spa. They might put some bathing salts in. They want you to soak your feet for a little while, it makes their job easier. If it’s too hot or cold, let them know politely. They can adjust it, and you’re supposed to be comfortable.

After a little bit, your technician will start the pedicure. If you’re with a group, there’s a fair chance you’ll be the last person helped - I’m sorry, you’re a bit of an outlier and you’re probably waiting for the most experienced person.

Now, I can’t tell you the exact order this will go - it varies from place to place. They might want to use wax on your feet, it’s pleasantly warm but not hot - however, they may not have bags big enough for your feet. This will likely be a theme - many just aren’t set up for people with big feet. Be patient and understanding about this, they can’t fix it either.

From here, you will need to obey some basic instructions - they will want you to put one foot or the other either up on the footrest, or down off the footrest. Aside from that your goal is to not move, and warn them if something tickles or hurts. Yes, some customers are ticklish, this isn’t unusual. However, if you jump, someone might get hurt. So warn before that happens.

At some point they will do the thing you really want: exfoliation. They’re going to remove the dead skin from your feet. With you, that’s not a trivial task. You, uh, may want to look away. I’ve had them go in the back and bring out a dremel tool, a cheese grater, a microscalpel, and a microplane grater. The latter is the most popular. No, it does not hurt, they are literally removing dead skin only, but it’s possibly not something you want to see. And there’s a lot. (Tip well. Really. They deserve it.).

After that, they’re going to trim your toenails and cuticles, and give you a calf massage. If you want, they’ll also paint your toenails. Once that’s done - and after your toenails have dried - you can move on to the manicure if you want (you are not obligated to get a manicure). Then, you put your shoes back on, roll down the legs of your clothing, and pay at the front. Again, be sure to tip generously - you are a special challenge.

The first thing you will notice is that your feet are waaaay more sensitive. Not in the “everything hurts” way, but just that you feel more stuff, because you no longer have a ridiculously thick layer of dead skin on the soles of your feet. Be sure to bring thick socks.

What you will also notice is that your feet feel cleaner than they ever have, they don’t itch, they don’t feel dry, and just plain feel better.

Over the course of the next few days that sensitive feeling will go away, and the thick skin on your soles will build up again.

Once you get over your discomfort, you’ll find this can be an enjoyable experience (well, mostly - I personally have never much cared for the cuticle trim, but that’s just me.) and one you look forward to.

[cloudbattrolls]

Fever Pitch: Prologue

Chimer dragged a hand down her face as she looked at the report.

There was nothing wrong with the neat lines of data; her programs were running as they always should, all the intake drones were functional - which was unusual, and would be great if not for the reason why.

Amdzah tilted his head as he looked at her, mouth slightly drawn in sympathy.

“It’s no good.” She said, sighing. “I can’t get rid of them for at least another sweep. Not without pushing us back to where we were after the monster attacks, the flood, the every other bit of garbage that’s reared its head since then.

Even if I wanted to, I don’t think the corporates would let me, they need the revenue and supplies badly too. The cavern wants assurances they aren’t just sending trolls here to die.”

The blueblood nodded. He didn’t have much of a head for politics, and he could be flaky as hell, but Amdzah wasn’t totally stupid either. Even he knew what bad shape Civitrecce was in; had been in for nearly half a sweep now. 

It wasn’t just a matter of money; she had plenty of that, even with her many projects. It was convincing the empire that making the effort to keep the city from falling apart was even worth it…and so far all she and the others had really managed was not getting abandoned entirely.

So QPIN had come to offer aid instead, and wouldn’t you know it, they’d sent a familiar face to deliver their ‘deal’.

If an ultimatum wearing extremely thin skin could be considered a deal.

Chimer really hoped that the jade choked on her own overtaxed booze sometime soon, and she didn’t feel much better about Ullane being the middleman. Had that been intentional on Queenie’s part? Or had the mob boss not known or given a flaming hoot that the two knew each other, even if not particularly well?

The corporates hadn’t cared - well, they did, but they saw Queenpin and her lackeys as people who spoke their language, and they weren’t entirely wrong. 

Much as the fuchsia hated it, her own resources weren’t enough to pull the city out of the danger zone. She didn’t have a company or major trade agreements she could use to her advantage - the downside of spending most of her time trying to improve legislation or provide aid.

“There’s the offer you got.” Amdzah said hesitantly, and she rolled her eyes, making a raspberry. Her fins flicked derisively - she knew he meant well, but he didn’t get it.

“Yeah, and I’d love to deal with Queenpin when she realizes not only am I going behind her back, I’m going behind her back with people who are apparently enemies of hers. Fun for the whole clade, possible death by assassin included.”

Greigh and Poorzi Ltd….who knew if it was even legitimate, or if it was some kind of trap or scam. She hadn’t had the time to investigate properly.

Not when she’d had her hackers hard at work on something else.

The only hope of ensuring QPIN didn’t have a presence in the city permanently was getting two steps ahead of their plans. 

It had started when Amdzah had vaguely recognized Ullane’s bodyguard. A violet with fins for nights and unusual glowing spots scattered across both them and his face. Curly hair, dark gray skin. His horns were cut, Amdzah said, but it was definitely him.

Thrixe Varzim.

Amdzah said when he’d seen him, the violet had been imperial, raised in the same program the cerulean had been part of growing up. 

That was worth looking into. Guards raised that way almost never switched sides.

Boy, had that had just been the tip of the terrifying, tentacled iceberg. 

It turned out the Varzims were a half-horrorterror line the empire had been unable to stamp out, despite millennia of trying. They could trace their lineage to before the Condesce had even left for the stars, though records were patchy.

Thrixe himself had been raised ignorant of what he was until some unidentified incident had caused him to fake his death and flee. The empire still believed he’d kicked it.

Things got really interesting when he showed up in Derevnya a sweep before it had been imperially blockaded from - wait for it - horrorterror summoning activity. The information was sparse, but it seemed he’d worked with a local cult to actually eliminate some other eldritch abomination. 

Which left the question: what did Queenpin, who had to know as much or more than Chimer did, want him for? She refused to believe the violet’s sole purpose was as a regenerating meat shield.

If there was one thing the fuchsia’s existence had taught her, it was that some complete doofus was always trying to misuse supernatural power to do things that were going to backfire spectacularly. 

She thought of Blanca for a moment, with a slight pang. She shook her head. Probably better that the limeblood had truly died for the last time. 

Her phone buzzed on her desk, and she reached over casually - then grabbed it and flipped it open, eyes wide.

“Sufferer’s shackles.” She breathed. “They did it. Amdzah, c’mon.” The seadweller jumped to her feet as she hurried away, her guard trailing dutifully behind her.

Though Chimer tried not to get too drunk on hope, she couldn’t help feeling like she had a chance again.

Whatever her staff had dug up from QPIN’s databanks, she’d find some way to use it against them.

#greigh and poorzi belong to Lard! #that's his gang #cloud writes #fever pitch #chimer latrai #klerik amdzah

[jamiepoet]

Benjiman Fujisaki

Do they like their name?:Never thought about it but he’s alright with it

Nicknames: Benji, he’s also called Zombie

Age?:16 highschool

How old do they appear?: By his height, 17-18 but y'know he’s only a year younger

Birthday: December 7th

Eye color?: Axel makes them appear maroon and blue but his original eye color is brown

Glasses?: Only for the style

Weight/build: bean poll and a small bit toned

Height?: 5’9(175.26 cm)

Skin type?: sunkissed when put into the effort but can go pale when tired

Hair color/length: chin length and he dyed it blue, originally a reddish brown though

Taste in clothes: he dresses like a hobo, unless axels in control you are dealing with a feral raccoon (aka won’t wear pants)

Healthy?: depends, usually pretty healthy until needed to activate quirk then his heart stops beating at a normal pace(going extremely slow)

Music:(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ofUCcX3Qj0Ublmo5DzQCR?si=agB449UlTha0N49xlSmT6w)

Daredevil: considering Axel is like venom and keeps benji alive, he’s very reckless it gets to the point where even Axel can’t fix it sometimes

Are they the same alone: talks to axel a lot but other than that he sleeps in his free time

Good habits: Hygiene is on point and remembers to sleep at a healthy time

Bad habits: self destructive as well as explosive anger

Hobbies: water coloring and playing LOZ over and over again

Family situation?: loves them with all his heart, Axel tolerates them

Friend situation: treats them like family and is very welcoming

Deepest fear: Axel taking over when he’s sleeping and he murders everyone in a hunger haze

Worst that could happen to them?:

being left alone again with axle for too long, silence makes him anxious

Favorite thing: Brownies no not weed brownies just nicely made brownies that melt in your mouth

Roll model: his Momma (yes he’s a momma's boy)

What would break them: seeing his little brother mark + his mom dead by his own hands or someone he trusted.

Best/worst thing in his life: best thing is definitely the fact he can function as a healthy human and worst would be that he can’t remember his life from 5-7 those memories are gone

What are they reluctant to tell people?:

He was quirkless before Axel and would’ve rather stayed that way

Opinion on intimate/ romantic relationships: cool awesome Thumbs up from benji

Major flaws:

Self destruction (and I mean the whole sha-bang, tearing up papers scratching his arms breaking stuff and even ruining his voice from screaming) plus facial dysmorphia

How does he feel about himself?: he doesn’t remember, and thinking about it makes his head hurt

Selfish,selfless: would sacrifice himself but know that he has to take care of himself as well, his family comes first though

How does the way the character try to be different from how they actually act:

Benji tries to ignore the ability that axel heightens his senses a lot more so he can hear everything at a dogs hearing and see a lot but if you mean by personality he drains himself completely of energy by the end of the day (the people pleaser life)

Now questions answered by Benji!

What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten: sandstone with ants on it, axel force fed it to me when I was hungry. Humans can not eat anything with nutrients regardless if it would solve the problem

Hogwarts?: between a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, bff is defo Luna for acceptance, Harry angers me as a protagonist, no love interest too Id get distracted by magic,

Ever bullied or have anyone afraid of you?: No I’ve never bullied but dark shadow seems to avoid me

Ever given away something expensive for free and do you regret it: I gave Mark my Pokémon cards because he got interested in it. I don’t regret it the way his face lit up is something I will love forever

Do you donate?: I would but I’m incredibly broke due to schooling and medication bills

What would you haunt as a ghost?: I would be the kind of ghost that mildly cleans for my brother Mark but if he’s a ghost with me then probably Mount Rushmore

Ever do something dumb/cool and acted like it was on purpose/accident.: there was this one time where I was cornered by some druggies and I ended up scaling the wall with my main torso towards them and my arms to the wall. That was by accident I just stuck to the wall! It wasn’t my fault I did take credit for it every time I tell the story though

If you could drink something for the rest of your life with no negative affect what would it be?

Shirley temples I can’t drink alcohol with my slowly deteriorating liver so definitely that.

Garden stuff?

I like cantaloupe and carrots but I think I would have a swamp other than a garden, y'know cat tails and moss.

Do you have any beliefs?:

I say dear god I’m sorry when I’m about to do something stupid and stuff but axel says that deity(s) are silly since why do you need to know what happens before you. Looking backwards does more bad than good

Motivation?:

Being a hero was all I could think to do with such a destructive power. If Axle is satisfied with hurting villains and destroying property than I can keep everyone safe

Who were you raised to be?: no idea I just kind of came into existence and my mom was proud and happy of it no matter what I became to be

How do you feel about yourself?

I exist to spite whatever allowed Axel to exist and hubris I guess it does effect how I treat him and others by simply making them worry but know Better than nothing

How do you feel about things you can’t control?: absolutely terrified next question

Can you use Chopsticks?

uh embarrassing to admit since I’ve used them before the amber(or so I’m told) but I can never use them again it’s so difficult

What do you do when you can’t sleep?

I watch cartoons that I enjoy like adventure time and Steven universe

What order do you wash in?

Weird flex but okay and whatever container I look at first ig so my hair and then everything else or it’s my teeth

Buying impulsively?

I buy keychain stuffed animals or just small one I have a few shoe boxes filled with them

Coffee order?

I can’t drink coffee, Axel rejects it and makes me throw it up once it gets in my stomach. It was not fun to figure that out all nighter with Mina.

Whatsapps did you get on your phone?

Tind- no I’m kidding I have tumblr, Snapchat and YouTube and like 7 different puzzle games

You like kids?

Sometimes it literally depends on whether or not they like me but I do tend to be sweet to them

What do you watch when you're bored?

I rewatch ATLAB, a lot

Where are you from?

Hosu city:

INFJ-T

(I have more just not very proud of them)

#my oc’s #Benjiman Fujisaki