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imaginidol · 9 months

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Wooyoung: The Boxing Match

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you’re not comfortable with smut!! thank you for the fun request!! pls feel free to send more, as this was really creative and interesting to figure out!! if you’re interested, i have a hongjoong ver. smut, san ver. smut, mingi ver. smut, yunho ver. smut, jongho ver. smut and i will have more up soon and updated here as i finish the requests!!

“Fuck,” Wooyoung irritatingly threw his training towel over his forehead as he took a swig of his water bottle, avoiding the large screen in front of him as it repeatedly flashed the final results of tonight’s boxing match.

Kim Yugyeom v. Jung Wooyoung

12 Rounds @ Olympic Gymnast Arena

Scorecard: 112-110 | 110-110 | 120-107

Wooyoung crushed his water bottle and tossed it into a trash can, making his way to the backstage locker room as his team trailed behind him, patting him down with more towels and offering him more water.

It goes without saying that the boy was beyond pissed at his performance tonight. He sat alone at a bench and asked for space with a few minutes to cool down, to which his team deliberately agreed.

“Wooyoung,” Yugyeom walks up to the boy and pats his opponent’s back, “you did well tonight. You’re getting so much better, don’t beat yourself over the results.”

I won’t beat myself up over it ‘cause you already did me that favor, Wooyoung curses quietly to himself, nodding at his winning opponent.

“Thanks. You did well,” he says, wanting to add more, though he knew nothing appropriate would come out of his mouth if he kept talking. He was too angry, felt too dispirited, and most definitely wanted to wipe the nasty smirk off Yugyeom’s face.

As soon as Yugyeom walked out of the locker room, Wooyoung lunged himself forward and punched a wall pad in resentment.

“FUCK,” he shouted, ripping his handwraps off with immense aggravation and wanting nothing more than to go home and take a long, quiet shower.

—

Scorching drops of hot water splashed against Wooyoung’s bare back as he attempted to relax under the steaming shower. His efforts were to no avail, as every time he closed his eyes he was met with the burning image of Yugyeom’s villainous simper in the boxing ring.

Of course, Yugyeom had been training far longer than Wooyoung, and even though Wooyoung’s growth and training with 1-on-1 opponents had made him a promising candidate against Yugyeom in a match, his stamina wasn’t nearly enduring at the level he’d hoped for during the last few rounds of their fight. It seemed as though Yugyeom’s stamina had strengthened towards the end, a skill or tactic that Wooyoung couldn’t yet wrap his head around.

Fuck this, Wooyoung turns his body towards the shower head, wanting to clear his mind off tonight’s events instead.

He outstretches one hand to lean against the white tile wall in front of him, hunching over to wrap the other around his meat.

—

You turn the key to Wooyoung’s apartment, hoping he’d be home by now. The last thing you wanted to do was remind him of tonight’s result, as you knew how much the sport meant to him. So, you intended to approach him cautiously so as to not trigger his disappointment.

“Wooyoung?” You walk through the apartment, but most of the lights are out.

Maybe he’s asleep, you think, placing a pint of his favorite ice cream inside the freezer. You start making your way to his room, but the lights in there are also out.

The only light effusing faintly through the room was coming from the restroom, and you could hear the sounds of the running shower echoing from behind the slightly-opened door.

Oh, he’s home, then, you think, almost smiling before realizing that there were more sounds coming from inside the restroom than just the running shower head.

Soft moans and grunts emitted from deep within Wooyoung’s throat, and you placed an ear closer to the door to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in there with him.

What am I doing? He wouldn’t cheat on me—

OOF!!

Wooyoung lets out a startled shriek as you stumble into the restroom floor, falling flat on your face after having tripped over some folded jeans and a belt in the dark.

“I’M SO SORRY,” you scramble back to your feet, lunging for the door and slamming it shut behind you.

“Babe? When’d you get here?” Wooyoung yells from inside as he turns off the shower head, wrapping a loose towel around his waist.

“I only just got here,” you say, hugging your knees as you crouched on the floor against the restroom door.

Behind you, Wooyoung opens the door and a hot cloud of steam emerges from behind him.

“What are you doing here so late!?” he smiles for the first time all night, pulling you up and hugging you from behind. “Shouldn’t you be home and asleep right now?”

Damp drops of his wet hair soak your cheek and shirt collar as he buries his head into your shoulder, planting soft and wet kisses against your neck.

“I couldn’t not see you tonight,” you say quietly.

“Right,” Wooyoung pauses, lifting his head back in a scoff as the unpleasant reminder of tonight’s match crosses his mind. “That fucker’s good, I can’t deny it.”

You felt Wooyoung shiver slightly as the steamed warmth of the restroom had begun to slowly fade away.

"Uhm, why don't you go ahead and finish your shower? Get your mind off things."

"Okay," he huffs, "but you're coming with me."

—

Wooyoung, ever so gently, cranks up the heated water temperature and throws a water-safe lubing tube aside before turning his body around to face you. His wet hair falls over his forehead, his eyes darkening in desperation at the sight of your naked body leaning against the wall.

He wraps his hands slowly around your waist, leaning his face in closer as he begins caressing his lips gently against yours. He trails his teeth slowly to your bottom lip, nibbling ever so slightly as the water progressively got warmer and warmer behind him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back as he trails kisses all over you. Soft gasps begin escaping your lips as you feel him lean his body weight against you, pinning your back further against the wall as his hardened cock poked itself between your thighs. You clutched onto the horizontal shower handle as Wooyoung carefully lifted you over it, groping your ass with both hands as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

For a few moments, you both remained comfortably in this position whilst making out longer, letting the hot water pour against your bodies as more and more steam fogged the air around you. You'd closed your eyes and let yourself be immersed by the feeling of his hot lips fighting to dominate yours, his tongue tracing and circling inside and around your mouth. He traced one hand against the outline of your ass to your waist, massaging his fingers gently around your nipple. You gasped at the sudden feel of his soft fingertips against your breasts, and your continuous soft moans only further hardened his already-erect cock.

He smiled into your mouth as he began gliding his hand back down to your abdomen, nudging gently against your clit as your moans progressively became more and more desperate for him.

"I might've not been able to win my boxing match," he whispers, "but I'll sure as hell make sure I dominate the fuck out of this one."

He pulls his fingers away from your clit and begins aligning his dick carefully with your entrance. You let out soft moans as the boy begins thrusting himself into you, experimenting with different speeds as your despairing cries begged for more. You clawed your fingernails deep into his back as the boy recklessly fucked you over and over, your insides heating up as the sounds of his desperate moans greeted your ears. The size of his cock was enough to make you want to scream at him to stop, but he just felt too fucking good pounding away like this when he was angry that you wouldn't dare yourself to give in.

"Fuck," he groans, lifting one of your legs up and over his shoulder as you safely clutched most of your weight against the shower handles. The boy tried desperately to hold in his grunts and groans, but with each deepening thrust, he kept flashing the stupid grin of Yugyeom's face in his mind, irking his anger more and more as he took it out on you. This resulted in a heated, rough fucking-session, and each impending whimper and scream from your mouth only made him want to push further.

In a sudden instant, he pulled out, making you whimper in slight frustration thinking he'd finished. But fuck no, he wasn't anywhere near done.

You switch positions, and now your body is turned at one end of the shower facing away from him, his hands wrapped around your stomach and your lower back as he breathes heavily into your ear.

"Bend for me," is all he says as you obediently hunch yourself forward, placing both your arms against the tub's edges as you feel his body weight leaning into your ass.

Once he's realigned to your entrance again, he assumes his reckless fucking as he starts hitting it from the back. With both hands groped tightly against your hips, the boy holds nothing back as he fucks into you at full throttle.

He's really fucking pissed. Also, you feel really fucking good as your velvety walls lurch around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, babe," you whimper, holding back from letting your knees give in completely the moment he finds your G-spot. "Stay right there, fuck me right there."

The tempered boy starts panting harder with each deepening thrust, closing his eyes as his dampened bangs rocked back and forth against his forehead. He could feel the heated rush of pumping blood overwhelming every cell of his throbbing member. He leaned one arm forward against the wall, the other still wrapped tightly against your ass.

You let out a final, pleasurable cry as your boyfriend triggers a hot, gratifying orgasm, your knees buckling in place as you bent and rested your face over your folded arms against the tub's edge. His groans were not far from yours as he concentrated on reaching his climax next. Finally, his knees weaken at the feel of his cum shooting through and out of your walls, a final victory that he could satisfyingly consider bringing home for the night.

"Fuck," he says, pulling you up as you rested your head against his shoulder, hot water splashing delightfully against your bodies.

"You're good at fucking people up," you smile as he bends over to leave hot, gentle kisses over your gaped mouth.

"Nah," he smiles, "I'm just good at fucking you."

—

One gentler shower later, you both cuddled under Wooyoung's covers feeling fresher and more satisfied after the night's better outcomes.

"Wooyoung?" you look up under your hair towel as he leaves gentle kisses against your forehead. "Would you ever have a re-match with Yugyeom?"

"Hmm," he smiles, toying with a finger gently against your stomach, "I don't know yet."

"I think you should," you declare.

"I don't always have to win. I have to learn to accept defeat, too," he smiles.

"Oh," you say, intertwining your fingers around his. "I hope you lose a lot more, then."

"Why would you say that?" he furrows his brows in annoyance.

"Because I like the way you fuck me when you're mad," you smirk.

"Believe me," he giggles, sinking his face into your neck, "I'll try not to lose too many matches to keep you safe, then."

You both soon fell asleep, Wooyoung satisfied with the thought that at the very least, there was one thing that even a great boxer like Yugyeom couldn't ever take away from him.

You.

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kalims · 1 year

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⊹ㅤfor you | equestrian club

premise. in an annual tournament they scoured the crowd for a sight of their favorite person. once they saw you—they knew. and the moment they win, it would dedicated to you.

note. this is gonna be a little series I guess? next is basketball club lol but I'll probs work on 'kiss your bestfriend' for scarabia before that

riddle rosehearts

resolve to win is basically rock hard once he saw you in the crowd cheering so loud that he knew you were gonna lose your voice the day after. if riddle wasn't confident he was gonna win he certainly is now.

if he didn't he doesn't know how he's gonna recover from the embarrassment.

I mean of course he's a little pressured now knowing that you're watching so the stakes are a little higher than usual. on the opposing horse, the other person is probably equally confused and mortified by the change of look in his eyes 😰

it's sharper, and definitely most focused. if they didn't know any better, riddle would definitely do anything to snatch that win.

he's torn. like, lowkey; fuck morals and the rules I will run over this sign to get a short cut. cause he really wants to impress you but figured it's a less,,, modest way of doing it.

the other is like normal riddle; how could I ever think about breaking the rules 😡

suprise suprise. his demeanor alone intimidated his opponents and threw them off so he won!

there's over 3 awards from tournaments like these in his dorm but he can't but feel like this one was more memorable than ever.

surpassing his usual limits. it's all because of you, because you pushed him over his bounds this win is for you. he thinks. riddle smiles with his cheeks.

to celebrate... shouldn't he take you out tonight haha...

ㅤ

silver

despite being a little woozy on a horse, silver proves to be a strong contender. lowkey pissing off his enemies with how little regard he seemed to give the competition.

I mean man just looked fresh out of a nap on that goddamn horse!

even though silver looks like he's trying his best (of which you know he is.) comparing him to his teammates would result in silver landing a close second in regards to focus. riddle of course first, he's taking it seriously. sebek on the other hand is confident enough in his abilities to know he's gonna win, therefore he doesn't really care.

silver? well he's just in the silver lining (ha, ha.)

though all the sleep seems to have left him the moment he catches your eyes in the crowd. there's quite literally hundreds of other people and even you don't know how he saw you. he just did, silver admits you have some kind of pull to you that he can't rid of.

which he of course doesn't wanna sever! he's just saying.

even from a little distance you can see his beautiful eyes sparkle in recognition and joy. hell, it's one of the moments you've seen silver express himself even if it isn't verbally. his lips quirk up, his eyes grow a little bit wider and his shoulders square up higher.

as much as silver would just love to relish in his happiness he had a competition to win.

(oh god he had a competition to win! and you're literally in the stands.)

with more fervor anyone's seen in a while it's like his horse understands his sentiment because it quite literally makes a loud 'neigh' battle, war cry of sort and zoom past everyone else.

silver doesn't even approach the stage because once he crosses the line he casually leaps off and jogs towards you. completely disregarding the host in hand with a trophy and medal that would have rightfully belonged to him.

why would he? the only embodiment of his win is right over there. (you.)

ㅤ

sebek zigvolt

of course the statement a few bullets I made over this one is not to underestimate the unmistakable fact that sebek does take the competition more seriously than he let's on.

in terms of focus he just gets distracted but he's going for the win.

but.

out of everyone sebek is most confident in the fact that he'll win. not because the equestrian of NRC has won plenty of times in the past, but because of the fact that it means that as a fae, he'll be representing briar valley in a way.

and in a way he's representing malleus draconia and sebek would never do anything to shame the young master. because all of his wins are dedicated to his glory.

but as many wins he's dedicated to the young lord he can never seem to catch him in the crowd.

sebek does not hold that fact against him. never, because he knows the hassle of being a heir to a kingdom and if attending his competitions meant stealing away the young lords precious time then he won't care. (though sebek believes that his master's faith will be with him without a physical form.) besides, lilia is there and that's all he needs.

he would like to convince himself that when he sees you he bubbles in what he called 'annoyance'. (later on lilia tells him how pleasantly surprised he was with a giggle.) he grips the bridle tighter with an increasingly warming face.

the onlookers spare him a weird look once they realize his tightly contorted face.

what in gods name are you doing here?! sebek never invited you!

agh whatever! he doesn't have time to ponder about a human out of all things. if he wastes it then he'll lose right here and then. sebek doesn't question the sudden burst of energy that accompanies his core but immediately huffs proudly when he crosses first, riddle passing by a few seconds later and sparing him an acknowledgement of a nod.

(interesting. in equestrian sebek has never gotten that much precise control over the path of his horse, which meant versus riddle he never won.) except this time apparently. riddle wonders what changed.

sebek doesn't spare you an action of a turn because he can hear you with his glorious ears from the fae lineage. he casts you a smirk. "did you see me? that is the glory of briar valley," he says simply. "and we do not need your support to win," he adds even though it was not needed.

you raise a brow. "we?"

"yes! were you not cheering for silver and rosehearts just now?" he shakes his head at you. oh this idiot.

"sebek," you say seriously with a laugh. "I went here for you, silly,"

oh.

steam comically pours out of sebek's ears as he bursts into a fit of splutters and denial. for the first time sebek is flabbergasted by the fact that someone came to cheer him on besides lilia and his admittedly huge signs.

point is you were here and for a moment sebek forgot about his constant wonders of malleus' whereabouts. because you were here.

for once sebek thinks he's won something not in the face of his master nor home. he flushes with a furious look on his face. it isn't so bad...

yes it is!! a part of his mind replies.

notes. OK OK so last song reccs post I had was quite a long time ago so here I am :)) these are more calming songs to listen to but definitely bangers

not proofread

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst imagines #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #silver #silver x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !#Spotify

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lifeiskentastic · 9 months

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Ken plays board games with gn!Reader

Gif by @dilfgifs

A/N: I have so many ideas about Ken exploring the Real World I don't think my notes are big enough for it…

Summary: Ken plays Uno for the first time, and the Real World Reader helps him out.

Word count: 657 words;

Have a good reading!

Ken never played board games. Of course, in Barbieland he had… Cards that had to be placed on top of other cards of the same type without any rules? Well, I think everyone will agree that this is a bit outside the scope of the conventional notion of board games, so the bottom line is still the same: Ken has never played a real board game. And you, as his Real World tour guide, decided to fix that by starting with elementary Uno.

"Ken…" You tried your best to hold back the urge to look at Ken's cards that he had so naively put on display. And also laughter. Because his carelessness could not but cheer you up. "You need to hide your cards or I can spy on them and beat you easily."

"Oh".

Ken turned them upside down in an instant.

"You didn't get to see them, did you?"

You finally opened your eyes and looked unhindered into Ken's worried face.

“No, don't worry. I'll win in a fair fight, so… And now it's my turn.'

You didn't have a choice, so you laid out the color selection card. In fact, you stuck it out until the very end because you knew for sure that Ken…

“Ah, this is the card you were telling me about, isn't it? This, um…”

…will have some problems with this.

“This card means I can now choose any suit for the next card. And I choose…"

You thought for a moment, although there was no need for it. You could normally say the color you have more of, or just the first color that comes to mind. But it was not difficult to notice that Ken, or rather his game, was in a bad situation... This was evidenced by at least a dozen cards in his hands. You didn't want Ken to lose and get discouraged in his first Uno game, so you decided to play along with him a little. Sometimes breaking the rules can serve a good cause.

"…Blue!"

Ken's face immediately darkened. He frowned and you realized that, it seems, in your efforts to do the best, you only made it worse.

"No! I'd rather choose... Green?"

Ken's face lit up and filled with pride, not hiding his sincere emotions at all. And you were finally able to exhale.

You played for a while longer, and you did your best to push Ken to victory. And now, at the most decisive moment, when you both had only one card left, you were quite ready to give this win to your opponent. However, it seems that Ken had other plans.

He decisively threw a reverse card into the deck. You're about to take a breath to shout out congratulations on his first victory, but...

"Oh, I think my card is the wrong color... I'll have to take more, am I right?"

You stare in confusion at the other card in Ken's hand. But a moment ago he had only one!

"Ken, didn't you already have Uno?"

"No, I had two cards! Uh-huh… Yeah."

Ken was a lousy liar. He couldn't even keep a straight face during the game, and then there was the lie, so you easily uncovered his little scam. It looks like you weren't the only one who wanted your opponent to win.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying Ken's sweet act. Even though he didn't know much about the game, he was still trying to help you. Your smile became all too obvious as you realized this.

"Okay... I propose a draw, what do you think?"

"Does that mean we both win, or does that mean we both lose?"

"It means that we ended this match on equal terms. And now we can go eat ice cream as a prize."

Ken smiled broadly, unable to contain his feelings. His smile was even happier than if he had just won the game.

"You know, I like board games!"

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bambikisss · 7 months

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Celebration in 5A :: J.JungKook

🎶: Bambi - Baekhyun & Saay (mashup), Seven - JungKook ft Latto

A/N: Sequel of Daddy's 95

💕: Streetracer! Jungkook x Streetracer! Reader

⚠: SMUT: Biting, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), fingering (f), against a window, leaving marks, Jeon JungKook's thighs and muscles.

A/N: I've been thinking about doing a sequel to Daddy's 95, so here it is. There is a surprise announcement also at the end, also 👀 but yes. Also, this is in memory of long haired JK.

NOT PROOFREAD | REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE ENCOURAGED

"It's not fair!"

You leaned back in your dark red corvette as your opponent complained loudly. You had beat him in a street race after telling him that you knew you'd beat him, yet, he was still so shocked that you won. It made you roll your eyes as the grown man threw a whole tantrum. As he yelled, your phone buzzed with a text from Jungkook.

JK: Y/N, there's a race downtown against this guy from France!

JK: Come stop by and watch your man win

A smile broke out on your face at the text, giving you something better to do than listen to the loser. "I'm off" You smiled to the man and the officiant before you drove away, leaving the man in the dust. As you drove, you listened to the music that came on your radio, the lyrics reminding you of JungKook; the nights you would spend with him on this very same empty highway speeding and making jokes. Those were your happiest times, all thanks to JK.

Ever since you and him began dating, he had made it his personal mission to be there for you all day and all night, despite his job and his wacky sleep schedule- if you had a race or needed him, he would be there. It always made your heart swell at his gestures, but you refused to tell him that he wouldn't ever let it go.

When you arrived at the empty race track, you noticed the crowd of people that were arguing out front. The closer you got, the more you could make out the conversation.

"There's no way you're going to beat me!"

"Dude, I'm literally going to"

You concluded that the more confident sounding words were JungKook, knowing that he was always overconfident in his abilities. You were proven right when you saw his confident smile, his arms crossed over his muscular chest while his opponent was mirroring him, but with a red face and a not so relaxed stance. You pushed your way through the crowd till you got to his side, making sure that he didn't cause a fight or something- while he was a great street racer, you weren't so confident in his fighting abilities, despite his constant gym visits and boxing classes. When he realized that you were now by his side, his smile widened, turning to fully give you his attention. When you asked him what was going on, he simply shrugged before saying "just some pre-race banter."

"No, this is not!" The French man yelled, making you and JungKook turn to face him as he stomped his foot before he was escorted away by his friends, leaving you and him alone. When he was far enough away, you raised your eyebrow at him as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked guilty. At your raised eyebrow, he held up his hands in defense before he said "Hey, to me it was just some banter. I didn't think he'd take it so seriously!"

"JungKook, how do you manage to piss off and annoy everyone you meet?" You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his hard chest. You felt your body relax as he placed a kiss to your head, a small smile coming to his lips as he bit his bottom lip. "I don't piss you off and annoy you, baby." You raised your eyebrow again at his teasing voice, sighing once more as you knew he was right. He took your sigh and relaxed body as a sign that he was right as well.

"Well, you now have to beat a very angry french guy, so you need to go focus on that" You motioned over to the man who was glaring at JungKook still, leaning against his yellow car. JungKook winced at the glare, whispering to you "is that why I felt heat in the back of my head, like someone was trying to burn a hole there with their eyes? Damn."

You shook your head at his words, following him to his choice car for the night: a dark purple hellcat. He had won it in a race a week ago and he had been dying to use it again. You leaned against the driver side as he got inside, watching him as he prepared himself. "What did you bet if you won?" You asked, leaning back so he could close the door before you bent down to look at him through the window. JungKook at first didn't answer, choosing a playlist to blare while he raced before he jumped as you repeated the question, this time more tense.

"If I win, no, when I win I get his hotel room at some expensive hotel" He then paused, giving you an almost pained smile before he spoke again. "If he won, then he gets our project car."

At those words, you felt your heart drop: you and JungKook had been modifying a hellcat together for a while. It was your baby.

JungKook noticed your change in expression, wanting to reassure you that he could win, but you cut him off, asking him with gritted teeth why the hell he would wager your baby. "He saw my lockscreen picture of you and me posing in front of it and he picked that. Look, I know I can win this race, so don't worry your pretty little head, Y/N. I got this." For once, you felt doubt in JungKook. With something as important to you as that project car was for you, you felt like you had to wish upon a star like a child to ensure that you got to keep it and it didn't get shipped off to France.

JungKook gently cupped your face, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours before he pressed a kiss to your nose, whispering "I got this, baby. I know how important that car is to us, but especially you. Don't worry." You nodded, stepping back from his car as he moved to the starting line, revving his car as he looked over at his opponent. When he raced, JungKook usually never felt nervous. But, with something as important as that car on the line, and with how much it meant to you, he felt a bit of nervousness tingling at the back of his head. He took a deep breath before he turned up his music, facing forward as one of the French guy's friends dropped a green flag.

GO.

JungKook pressed his foot down on the gas, speeding down the racetrack, his music blaring loudly as he drove, drowning out his nervousness. He felt free, almost like a high.

He continued to speed around the track, skillfully moving around the track like it was the back of his hand. He didn't even try to look over at his opponent, wildly drifting when needed until he passed the starting line once more. He then pressed his foot down on the break, his whole body moving forward before he fell back against the seat, closing his eyes as he tried to calm down. He then opened his eyes after a few moments to meet your eyes as you stood outside his window, a proud smile on his face. He then got out of his car, hugging you tightly as the others cursed and complained about having to get another hotel room. That didn't matter to JungKook, nor you.

"Yo, hurry up and get the room key from me before I throw up" JungKook smiled, removing himself from your embrace before he accepted the room key from the annoyed man. He then turned to you with a wide grin, walking up to you before he approached you. "So, Y/N baby, ready to have a night out with me?"

He knew you wouldn't say no to him, but he wanted to see you nod. So when you did, he instantly, held your hand before he leaned in to whisper in your ear "I'm going to rush back to my house to pack some stuff, you do the same. See you in an hour" You smiled at his words, his grip on your wrist tightening before he pulled you back into his embrace, his lips now pressing against the shell of your ear as he says "Oh and pack something pretty for me"

You knew what he meant by the tone of his voice, biting your lip before nodding. JungKook smiled, moving his hand from your wrist, slowly up your arm to cup your jaw, making you look at him before he kissed you, just giving you a taste of what the night had in store.

~.~

What kind of French man did JungKook race and how did he even find him?

Your thoughts continued to spiral with more questions as you looked up at the luxurious hotel that you stood in front of. It was so fancy that they had a valet, a beautiful lobby, and even an infinity pool. It made you a bit worried to know that JungKook had challenged a probably very wealthy man to a race, thinking he was just an average joe. But, a part of you was very proud of him and excited for where this night would go.

You gripped your suitcase as you made your way through the lobby up to the elevator, pressing the floor number that JungKook had told you to before you leaned back against the cold elevator wall and waited. When you finally reached the floor, you walked straight ahead, noticing the beautiful double doors that had the room number JungKook had texted you. You glanced over at the plaque by the door, making sure it was the right room.

Presidential Suite 5A

You then knocked on the door, biting your lip as the doors opened to show your boyfriend wearing only a simple white hotel robe, his hair wet from the shower he had just taken. When you met his eyes, a smile crossed his face before he reached out to hold your hand, pulling you into the room. JungKook could tell you were shocked, but his thoughts were everywhere else besides letting you look around the luxurious suite.

No, he would let you do that after you two did some celebrating.

"Jung-" Your words were cut off by your boyfriend's lips pressing into yours, pressing you against the wall as he kicked the door closed before moving to press you against the door. The kiss started off slow before picking up in pace, his tongue moving against your bottom lip as a warning before moving into your mouth to meet yours. Your brain became fuzzy as his tongue moved with yours, his hands moving around your body to grip various parts of you before he became frustrated with the clothes that kept you from him. He kissed down your face, moving from your lips to your chin, then along your jaw before he stuffed his face into your neck, licking the area before he began to bite. Your various moans made his own brain fuzzy, his hands moving to grip your thighs before carrying you the bed, laying you against the silk sheets before he pulled back.

"Off." Your eyes slightly widened at his gruff sounding voice, sitting up to remove your clothes slowly, teasing him. You watched him as you removed the clothing slowly; how his eyes move over every section of newly exposed skin, his eyes darkening every second. When you sat back down on the bed, now fully naked, JungKook waisted no time in trying to reach your body again, only to be stopped when your hand moved to press against his chest, stopping him.

"I can't be the only one naked, can't I?" Your playful voice made JungKook feel even more dizzy, biting his bottom lip before he nodded, standing back up to slowly untie his robe. "I was taking a shower before you got here, Y/N. It's pretty nice, too." You hummed in response to his words as he let the robe fall from his shoulders, pooling at his feet as he stood in front of you bare. You let your eyes roam over his large pecks, his abs, his muscular thighs, and his long cock that stood pressed against his stomach. It all made your mouth water and made you even more dizzy.

JungKook always loved your reaction to seeing him naked, it always motivated him when he didn't want to go to the gym; to see you stare at his body like it was the first time every time always gave him that extra confidence boost. It also turned him on more.

"You know, Y/N, you would love the shower" He smiled, leaning down to cup your jaw, moving your head to look up at him as he climbed on the bed, pressing one of his legs in between yours as he slowly ushered you onto your back, keeping your jaw in his hand. "Maybe when I'm done fucking you all around this bedroom, I'll go fuck you in there"

You moaned at his words, making his grin become wider before he kissed down your body slowly, taking his time to get to where he knew you wanted him most. He let his tongue drag along your stomach as he looked up at you before he placed your legs on his shoulders. He would never pass up an opportunity to make you fall apart on his tongue.

"Oh and if you're worried about being too loud, don't be, baby" he smirked, kissing the inside of your thighs before biting them gently, his hands moving to grip the flesh before he blew gently on your clit, making you whimper a bit. "These walls are pretty thick. I should know, I asked the hotel staff"

You weren't able to say anything after that, his tongue immediately moving to taste you. He slowly lick up your wet pussy before diving back in to move his tongue around you, humming and moaning at how good you tasted and sounded for him. His eyes never left yours, staring up at yours as he messily ate you out without a care in the world; speeding up, slowing down, teasing you, outright fucking you with his tongue- he did it all.

As your back arched, he gripped your thighs tighter before moving to sit up, wrapping one of his arms around your waist as he ate you up higher, that way you would have no choice but to look up at him. You moaned at the new position, gripping the sheets as you looked up at him. You felt your orgsam approach quickly, one of your hands moving to grip his thighs and dig your nails into them as an anchor as your felt your body begin to heat up.

JungKook could tell you were close, moving faster before sucking and kissing your pussy, a smile coming onto his lips when you came. He made sure to clean you up, moaning loudly at your taste before he slowly placed you back down on the bed. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm down from the orgsam, not even noticing him kissing up your body to your lips before he kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste your own cum on his tongue before he pulled back. When you opened your eyes, you were met with his boyish smile and a wink, making you gently smack his thigh.

"Do you like that new position baby? I thought about it just for you. Is your neck ok?" He asked, gently massaging your neck as you nodded. You always loved how caring he was in situations where both tried something new.

He nodded before his hand moved to the back of your neck, pressing his fingers gently into the side before he began to move your head towards his lap where his cock was now leaking. "Look at the mess you caused, Y/N. All that moaning and shit made me like this, so you should come clean it up, no?" You knew it wasn't a question due to his voice, his hand directing your head more towards his cock. You accepted it, licking along the underside of his cock before moving opening your mouth, allowing him to enter your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. JungKook gave your neck an appreciative squeeze before moving down your back to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze as well, making you moan around him.

You began to bob your head as JungKook moaned, continuing to squeeze your ass but giving it a smack whenever you did something he really liked, like deepthroating him and holding it for a bit, or circling your tongue around the tip of his cock. He tossed his head back before moving his hand in between your legs, pushing a finger into you before adding another, curling it.

You let out a shocked, yet happy moan, JungKook's hand moving into your hair to encourage you to deep throat him again as he began to finger you faster. You closed your eyes as you let JungKook have his way with you before he pulled you off his cock, pushing you onto the bed before he stands up, placing his fingers into his mouth as he does so, humming at your taste.

"I don't want to cum in your mouth tonight, baby. Not when I could cum into that tasty fucking pussy" he said, gripping your thighs to pull you to the end of the bed before pushing into you without a warning. You moaned as you arched your back, his hand coming down to press you back down against the bed as he moaned loudly as well. He gave you a few moments to adjust before he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist before he walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a remote.

Why would he fuck you on the bed like usual when you both had a whole suite to yourselves? There we're so many options for tonight.

You raised an eyebrow as he pressed a button one the remote, watching as the curtains slowly opened, showing you a beautiful view of the city and the floor to ceiling windows. It only took you a moment to realize what was going on, hissing a bit as your back became pressed against the cold window. "Oh, and don't worry about people seeing you too. I asked the staff too about this and it's tinted" JungKook smiled before spreading your legs out onto his forearms, pulling back out before slamming back into your, crashing his lips into yours to suck up all of your moans as he moves.

You moaned loudly into the kiss, digging your nails into his shoulders before digging them across, making him moan loudly before biting into your bottom lip. "Fuck, keep doing that Y/N, baby, mark me up. I want scars to remember this night, baby. I want to remember having you pressed up against these windows, fucking you just like this"

You did as he requested, digging your nails into him more, sure that you had broken some skin before tossing your head back as he moved to bite and kiss along your collarbone. His hips never let up, which was something else you loved about him.

He could multitask.

"Oh, fuck, Jungkook" You gasped, feeling one of his hands move to play with your clit, moving it in various shapes as he moved faster as his face moved into your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. He wanted you to cum all over him before he came.

No, he needed it.

"Come on, Y/N. Fucking cum for me, babygirl" His voice came out gruff and a bit whiney, his hips now moving frantically into you as you came all over him, the cum ring around the bottom of his cock moving down his balls, making him moan louder into your neck before he pressed his hips against yours, filling you up with his cum. You gripped his shoulders as you both held each other, feeling his cum leak out of you, moving down his cock. JungKook breathed heavily before pressing a kiss to your neck, pulling back to see your face as he panted before placing you back on the bed, slowly pulling out of you. He hovered over you, his arms on either side of your head as he tried to gather his thoughts from the orgsam. You gently cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss before sighing as your body relaxed against the sheets.

"Don't get to comfortable, Y/N" you opened your eyes, giving JungKook a confused look as he stood back up straight, wiping the sweat from his brow before he met your eyes again, a small smile on his lips. "This room booked until checkout time, which is tomorrow afternoon. Don't think that I we're done." His eyes mirrored ones of a predator, crawling onto the bed to hover over you as he continued to speak slowly. "I am going to fuck you all around this suite: every surface, against the floor, in the shower, in that tub, even in that infinity pool. I mean it, everywhere."

You smiled as he placed a kiss to your cheek, feeling excited for the hours to come as you whispered into his ear "well, you did win this, so this is your celebration"

"Damn right this is." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips before he whispered against them "and who better to celebrate it with than with you, my love?''

You smiled again at his words, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he picked you up, his cock pressing against your ass, letting you know that the break was over.

"So, where next?" You asked, tilting your head as he smirked. "Well, I wanna show you the shower, still. It's so spacious and has many different water settings. And, the shower head even comes off"

"Well, why don't you show me?" You whispered against his lips, watching as his eyes darkened once more, tightening his grip around you before carrying you to the bathroom.

It would be a very long night of celebration, but it would be worth it, even if you both wouldn't make it out by check out time.

THE STREETS SERIES : 2/4

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i-just-like-goats · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request Karma Akabane x female reader that's like Dazai? She's funny and likes teasing people, but she's secretly very cunning and manipulative and more intelligent than Karma. She's good at fighting, but she uses her brain and cunningness to defeat her opponent, and she proves to be a match against Nagisa. I hope you have a great day/night ❤

Hi anon! Yes I can, anything for my first husbando❤ sorry it took a while loll😅ahh you’re so sweet, hope your day/night is great as well!

Karma x Female Reader

Summary: where the class wants you two to date + in the ask.

Warnings: a brief fight scene. Use of those green rubber knives, tbf it's assassination classroom, so yeah

WC: 1.9k

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Part 2

"Hey Shiota, who's the redhead sleeping in the tree?"

"Hm? Oh that's Karma, I forgot that you haven't met him yet, but it makes sense. He skips class and you joined us very recently,"

"You're rambling. What are you waiting for? Let's go meet him,"

"We should complete the task that Mr Karasuma set us,"

"Fine, fine. Come on,"

You steadied your feet ready for Nagisa to charge. He did the exact opposite and instead walked to you. Your neck tingled.

"Wipe that creepy smile from your face," you teased.

Nagisa took advantage of your momentary distraction to jab the knife towards your torso. You smirked. Too predictable with his surprise attacks. It was the same as yesterday. You easily dodged his arm, grabbed his elbow and shoulder and pinned him down. He struggled under your grasp, but in vain. You lightly tapped the knife on his forehead.

"Your movements are too predictable." You smiled. "Now come on, Karma's the only one I haven't met and you're going to introduce us,"

"Why?" Nagisa rubbed his head, "With your personality, the two of you are bound to become friends quickly,"

"How so?"

"There are some aspects where you're exactly like him,"

"Yo Nagisa," Karma called.

He walked over to a cross legged Naagisa while you crouched next to Nagisa. Karma paused.

"Who's the girl?"

"Y/N L/N, a pleasure to meet you,"

"Karma Akabane. The pleasure's all mine,"

Nagisa sighed. Of course the two most dangerous people in his life would get along just fine.

The next morning, Karma actually participated in the lesson. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't intrigued by how you took down Nagisa. Sure Nagisa was the sweetest person that you would ever meet but that made him all the more dangerous. Underneath his cheerful exterior lay a serpent filled with bloodlust. Karma was slightly envious of Nagisa's natural assassin capabilities, so to see his somewhat rival beaten in a battle of wits, it certainly caught Karma's attention.

Once again, Nagisa lay on his back while you smiled.

"Hey L/N, you up for a challenge?"

"Sure,"

"Fight me,"

"Alright Akabane, let's go,"

The class stopped to stare. Two very capable fighters with very distinct fighting styles that almost always guaranteed their win, were going to fight? That was something they could not miss. Even Ms Jelavic stepped outside to see the cause of sudden silence.

"Please don't kill her Karma," Nagisa chided.

"You kidding? I'm going to come at her like I would with Koro sensei." His eyes met yours. "I suggest you do the same,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

You lunged your knife forwards. He easily evaded, then swung his knife with his left hand towards your face. You grimaced, you wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge, so you tilted your head, opened your mouth wide and clamped down on the knife.

“What-”

You let go of the knife and kicked Karma’s abdomen, with enough strength to wind him. He stumbled backwards from the shock. You dropped to the floor and moved your leg to sweep him off his feet.

“Come on, that was futile. I know you can do better than that,”

“You may be right.” You smiled.

You threw your knife directly at Karma’s face. Karma’s eyes widened, he smirked. Creative, but a waste. Everyone gasped.

“But, it looks like I win,”

With a grin, you stood behind Karma with a knife held up to his throat.

“When did you?”

“I borrowed your knife. Sorry, but I noticed the extra knife in your pocket, so I used it without asking first,”

“That’s quite alright, nice observation. That was a fun fight,”

“Thank you, I enjoyed too,”

You lowered his knife from his throat and picked up the knife you threw.

“You’re fast, I didn’t even notice that you moved,”

“It comes with practice, but you’re fast yourself, you still dodged the knife I threw at a close range, but clearly not fast enough,”

Karma glared playfully at you as you gave finger guns in return.

“My students are such strong assassins! I’m so proud,” Koro sensei cried.

“It’s all thanks to the excellent teaching our top tier teachers are giving us,” you complimented with a smile.

“You’re too kind Y/N!”

Koro sensei hugged the two of you.

“I’ve changed my mind, you are no longer a top tier teacher. Your teaching is inadequate,” you complained.

That only prompted Koro sensei to hug you even tighter. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared up at Koro sensei. Was there a reason why he was practically pressing you against Karma’s body?

“As much as I am fond of the two of you, this is a bit much isn’t it?” you said.

“Agreed,”

Koro sensei giggled. How cute that confident Karma was blushing from being too close to you. Could he see a ship forming? Unable to handle being suffocated in your teacher’s arms, you push away, taking Karma with you by grabbing his forearm. He smiled gratefully, you threw a playful thumbs up in return.

The next morning, you were resting your head in your arms, not paying any attention to the class.

“Hey L/N.” Karma tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you.

You leaned your head back and looked curiously into his mischievous eyes.

“What do you say we skip next period?”

“Bit of a random offer,”

“It’ll be fun, I can tell you’re bored out of your mind sitting in this lesson,”

“Sure, I need a break,”

Before the start of the next period, you followed Karma to the tree where you first saw him.

“Oh? Are you trying to get me alone with you?” you teased.

“Yes,”

You stopped walking to stare at him.

“That was easy to get you to admit. I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,”

“You’re interesting, I want to get to know you some more,”

“Alright. You’re a bit mysterious yourself,”

He chuckled. You spent the rest of the school day just talking about anything and everything with Karma. Talking to him was so easy, the conversation flowed so smoothly, it was as though the two of you had known each other your entire lives.

You grabbed your bag from the classroom and walked down the mountain with Karma right by your side, still talking about whatever topic you could think of. Once you reached the school’s gates, you turned to Karma.

“I quite like you Karma,”

“The feeling’s mutual,”

"My, my, does the aloof Karma reciprocate my feelings?"

"Shut up, you make it sound like you just confessed and I accepted,"

"Well, 'like' can be interpreted in different ways. You decide which I meant. See you,"

You parted after that.

Days and weeks flew by, and each day, you found yourself growing closer and closer with Karma. Each week, you found something new to admire about Karma, such as this week, you found it adorable how he has a collection of spices at home.

Every day, Koro sensei stared at you two chatting together with a knowing smile. He would do whatever he could to let his ship sail. Fortunately, the rest of the class actually shared the same view as him on this matter.

It was so obvious to everyone that you and Karma were just a match made in heaven, the perfect couple if one of you finally decided to confess. So, Nagisa found himself in a class meeting excluding you and Karma during one of the lessons where you would both skip to spend time together. It was against his will.

“I don’t see why I need to be here,” he grumbled.

“Because Nagisa, you know the both of them the best, we need your insight,” Nakamura scolded.

Nagisa sighed at all of their outlandish plans. He was even included a couple of these plans, again against his will.

“I just don’t see why we have to interfere, can’t we just let them figure it out themselves? They’re both really smart,”

“They’re smart but not that kind of smart. Y/N may joke a lot about love but boy she is oblivious, and Karma is just too proud to admit that he actually feels something other than bloodlust,” Kayano snapped.

Nagisa shook his head. He could only imagine how Karma would react.

The next morning, Nakamura shoved Karma as he walked past her to get him to fall onto you. You stepped out of the way, allowing him to fall face first.

"You couldn't have helped me?" Karma grumbled almost incoherently.

"I know you could've easily caught yourself, but it seems that you can't. That or you wanted to fall onto me, you gremlin,"

"Whatever,"

You offered your hand and he begrudgingly accepted it. Nakamura frowned.

“Plan A didn’t work,” she whispered to Nagisa.

“I can see that. I’ve been standing next to you since you pushed Karma,”

It was time to enact Plan B. The class locked all the windows and doors of the classroom to trap the two inside alone together. An hour passed in bated silence. Nagisa tilted his head confused, why weren’t the two of you at least talking.

“We won’t let you guys out until you confess to each other!” Kayano announced to finally break the silence.

“Nufufu, no need to be shy my precious students, talking about your feelings is a healthy thing to do. I encourage you to do it more,”

“To do what more?”

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you standing next to Karma. You and Karma stared at them expectantly. You chuckled at their mortified expressions.

“Any particular reason why the class is standing outside of the classroom?” You asked.

“It’s freaky,” Karma added.

“Someone let off a stink bomb inside the classroom so we decided to evacuate,” Nagisa said.

“Well it wasn’t me this time,” Karma said nonchalantly.

“This time? You mean it was you who pulled that prank last week!” Koro sensei exclaimed.

“Guilty.” Karma shrugged.

“This is exactly why I love you,”

“Thank you love,”

“What!” the class shouted in unison.

Your cheeky eyes met Karma’s own mischievous ones with a smirk.

“Were you guys trying to get us together with those weird actions?” you teased.

“Yes, they did,” Nagisa admitted.

“Well at least they’re together. I don't know what we would have done if Plan B didn’t work, since we didn’t plan for a third one,” Okuda said.

“You’re lucky that this idiot confessed to me while we were bunking today,”

“Only an idiot for you,” Karma replied.

The girls grabbed your arm to hear all of the details. They sat you down at your desk while they gathered in a circle around you. The boys sat scattered around the classroom feigning disinterest, but they were just as curious as the girls.

“Spill Y/N,” Fuwa demanded.

“Don’t spare any details,” Kurahashi added.

“Well, we went into the classroom, but no one was there, so we jumped out of the window and decided to bunk as usual,”

“Typical, you’re such bad influences to each other,” Kataoka scolded.

“Don’t interrupt!” Kayano snapped.

“We were talking like usual, but there was something bugging Karma so I asked, and he spontaneously told me his feelings. I was caught off guard, because I’ve never been in a situation like this. So I laughed,”

“That hurt,” Karma called from across the classroom.

You and the girls giggled.

“It was just so surreal. I was so nervous, we then just talked it out and now we’re together I guess,”

The girls squealed at the story.

“So cute!” they gushed.

Your eyes met Karma’s amidst the bombardment of questions from the girls. He smiled at you gratefully and you winked. Some things were best kept as secrets.

A/N: I will write the confession scene as an extra

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thewritingisconsumingme · 3 months

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Pining

summary: bi han and kung lao spar

warnings: kinda suggestive :)

There was something irritatingly endearing about Kung Lao to Bi Han. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way towards the guy that threw a hat and then a blade at his head, but for some odd reason, when Bi Han saw what Kung Lao had made with his hat and then shot him a wink, Bi Han felt his traitorous heart flutter for a moment and his cheeks grow hot. Thankfully, his mask hid his face, and Bi Han had simply tried to not stare at Kung Lao for the rest of the meeting. When Smoke decided to try and tease Bi Han about it, he sent Smoke out to run around the Lin Kuei base 100 times. He even pulled out his Grandmaster title to seal his decision.

It was unfortunate then that Liu Kang had called him and his brothers out to the Wu Shi academy because now Bi Han faced a smirking Kung Lao across the sparring ring. Kung Lao was tilting his bladed hat like an idiot, and his stupidly handsome face had a look that had Bi Han’s stomach twisting into knots. Growing a blade of ice from his hands, Bi Han focused on the cold that emanated from his hands. He was here to train Kung Lao, not ogle at him. With a deep breath, Bi Han faced his opponent and prepared to fight. He would not let this imbecile win this time. Kung Lao just smirked and blew a kiss toward the assassin. Bi Han felt his cheeks grow hot and his heart sing for joy. It was embarrassing how his body reacted so strongly to this stupid overly-confident man in front of him. He had to control his body. He was Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. He will not let his emotions sway him.

Leaping towards Kung Lao, Bi Han sprung a flurry of attacks towards Kung Lao, trying to catch him off-guard, pin him to the ground, and wipe that smirk off his face. Unfortunately, it seemed his advances only egged on Kung Lao. The man would simply leap out of the way just in time, effortlessly avoiding his blows and leaving Bi Han growing angrier and angrier. By the time Bi Han was out of breath, Kung Lao would have seemed completely unfazed if it weren’t for the rapid heaving of his chest. Not that Bi Han was looking at Kung Lao’s chest.

“Oh, is that the best you got there? I thought it would be harder.” Kung Lao had a teasing edge to his voice, and Bi Han growled. In a quick movement, Kung Lao appeared in front of Bi Han suddenly, and the Grandmaster had to move off of pure instinct to avoid the blows. Kung Lao fought aggressively now, landing blows every which way on Bi Han’s body. Everytime Bi Han tried to grab onto him, Kung Lao would slip out of his grip. At some point, Kung Lao took off Bi Han’s mask and put it on himself. Bi Han did not like the way Kung Lao looked in his mask. He looked good, and it sent Bi Han’s mind down into a spiral. Kung Lao would look good in the Lin Kuei. He would look good wearing Bi Han’s clothes. The grandmaster dug his fingernails into his palm to bring him back to the fight.

Kung Lao moved like water against Bi Han. Fluid and strong. Kung Lao was also wearing down Bi Han’s patience faster than Smoke, and in a brief moment when Kung Lao pulled back, the Grandmaster sprayed ice down onto the ground, causing the man to yelp and fall down.

Bi Han followed Kung Lao to the floor and pinned him down. He held the man’s wrists with one hand, and the grandmaster could feel the other wriggle around trying to free himself from Bi Han’s grip, and so he sat his weight down on Kung Lao.

“Yield.” Bi Han said. Kung Lao had stopped wiggling about, instead breathing heavily and staring up into Bi Han’s eyes with those beautifully stupid brown eyes of his.

“I yield.” Kung Lao said. Bi Han smirked and plucked his mask off Kung Lao’s face only to be met with Kung Lao’s very red cheeks. Bi Han admired Kung Lao. First his brown doe eyes, then his plush lips. His very full and biteable lips.

“Ya gonna get up, or are you going to keep straddling me?”

Bi Han got up in a hurry, letting go of Kung Lao’s wrists and getting off the man’s hips so fast one might’ve thought he had touched something repulsive. Kung Lao stood up and rubbed at his raw wrists. For some odd reason, the grandmaster still couldn’t get his eyes off of the man. He looked good doing anything, even if he was just rubbing his wrists.

By the Gods, Bi Han rubbed his face, trying to bring himself down to reality. He did not like this man that he had just sparred. Kung Lao was arrogant, much too confident for a simple farmer. He ate like a starved man, and he probably slept like a fool. Kung Lao probably slept in some odd position that left him open to attacks. His hair would be down and soft. And Bi Han could run his fingers through and-

No! Bi Han put his mask back on and stalked up to Kung Lao.

“Stop making me feel this way.” Bi Han hissed and shoved an accusatory finger into Kung Lao’s muscular chest. The other man smiled even as Bi Han tried his best to send the message that he very much wanted to commit a murder with his eyes.

“Make you feel like what?”

Bi Han didn’t answer. How was he supposed to say that he wanted to kiss the man in front of him? To run his fingers through his hair and bring him back to the Lin Kuei headquarters and ravish the man until they were both satisfied. And Bi Han was a hard man to satisfy.

Bi Han turned on his heel to walk away when he felt Kung Lao wrap his arms around Bi Han’s waist. The assassin stopped in his tracks, trying to control his heart as it stuttered.

“I like you too.” Kung Lao mumbled the words into Bi Han’s back, and the grandmaster’s mind short-circuited for a moment.

“Are you sure?” Bi Han turned around slowly to face Kung Lao. The man nodded, and Bi Han tore off his mask and crushed their lips together in a violent kiss. Kung Lao was going to be the death of him.

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hsdiaries · 2 months

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chapter one

3.9k words

First chapter of eight count.

mention of alcoholism, violence via boxing.

"One..."

When a man is down hard, he gets eight counts to get back up.

"Two..."

Eight counts to get his shit back together. Shake off the embarrassing blow to the face that has him on the floor in the first place.

"Three..."

Right before the halfway point, that's when you can usually tell if you're getting back up or not. Right before you hear...

"Four..."

Is when the world will finally start coming too, the dizzy feeling, fading or growing stronger.

"Five..."

Fuck. I wasn't getting up. I was the embarrassing one on the floor, knocked out by a damn check hook. I invented fucking check hooks in this city, always the one to successfully land one; never the one on the receiving end.

"Six..."

At this point, I knew I should just give up, the taste of blood filling my mouth more than I had realized. I tried to divert my eyes to my corner, shaking my head softly when I thought I finally caught Louis' eyes.

"Coach threw the towel, coach threw the towel!" I heard someone yell, the sound of the bell and the crowd bursting into roars for my opponent. It just all went black after that.

I came to eventually, the smell of old beer filling my nostrils only increasing the heavy feeling of nausea that shook my core.

"Hoo, hoo, big boy Styles is finally joining us!" I hear Louis say, his hand smacks my hip bone hard, making me wince. My hand quickly went up to swat him away, only causing more pain to travel everywhere else in my body.

"Fuck off, Tomlinson," I groaned, sitting up slowly, realizing I had been lying down in our usual booth at Birmingham's. I glanced over the table, reaching for Louis' beer and chugging it; not exactly the correct antidote, nor something I ever did but my ego was hurt. Hurt enough for me to do the one thing I never did, drink.

"He knocked you out cold bruv! He clearly watched your fights." Louis chuckled, glancing up at Brad, my trainer then back at me.

"Ha ha ha, it was supposed to be a one round fight, bruv. It never should have even gone to round two. I told you to grab me his tapes, I should have studied his technique," I shot back.

"Harry, you don't have to win every single fight to be the best, you still are. Best of anyone in this goddamn joint," Brad said, my thumb wiping the beer from my lips.

"I just lost to a fucking nobody piece of shit," I heard myself snarl, my head knocking back against the booth.

"Look, just go home, sleep it off, I already talked to the manager, you'll get your rematch and I'll get you his tapes this time," I heard Louis say, but I knew damn well that he wouldn't get me his tapes, I would have to get them myself. That's just how it worked for Louis, managing me just meant setting up the fights, not helping me with the actual work to prepare for the fight. It's why I lost tonight; I didn't have time to look for his tapes, hence, I didn't have enough time to study his fights.

I understood why, as none of this was actually legal. None of this was in any way actually professional. It all went down in the basement of Birmingham's. An old boxing ring setup by the owner's father and a bunch of stupid men thinking this is their first step to professional boxing.

Dumbasses.

All this did was help us get the anger out that was built up from childhood trauma and failed dreams. At least that's what it did for me. I turned eighteen and this seemed to be the only place I could escape all the pressures my drunken dad tried to put on me. It wasn't easy being his only support, it wasn't easy making sure our only home didn't burn down every time I left. None of it was fucking easy, even at fucking 26 it hadn't gotten easier.

This always felt easy though, boxing, fighting, knocking someone out cold. The best part was every winning fight won you a nice handful of cash. It was the only way my rent got paid, my savings grew, the only way I would ever get out of my father's hold.

Shit, I didn't win. I'm not getting fucking paid.

"Louis...I'm going to need a loan until the next fight. Unless you can get me in here tomorrow," I said, finishing off his beer, tugging at my hair.

"Harry...." he said, looking over my face.

"I know, I hate to ask. I know you paid the booking fee....I just didn't save enough. I was counting on this fight...rents due, and pops is going to–..."

"...--I got it. You're good. Just add it to my cut after you beat his ass the next time," Brad said, quickly pulling out his wallet, grabbing a wad of hundreds without counting them out. I knew it was more than what I needed. I also knew that he wouldn't let me pay him back the same amount. Brad, in comparison to Louis and I, was better off. Came from a good family, a lawyer for a father and a stepford wife of a mother. He only came around us as a way of rebelling. He also really did want to train boxers, so the tapes of my fights were his resume, his way of making it one day.

"Thanks man. Alright, Imma go, pops usually begins his first bit of hangover about now. Gotta go clean up some puke," I said, smacking Louis' shoulder as I got up, rolling up the cash and sticking it in my sock to avoid it somehow getting stolen. Chicago wasn't the worst city, but it also wasn't the best, especially at this time of night. I threw my favorite brown jacket over my shoulders, slipping my arms through the familiar sleeves, avoiding the holes so my fingers didn't snag at them making them bigger. It was a habit, more than actually trying to avoid it, just second nature.

It was a chilly spring night, there was a warmth in the air that quickly disappeared once the breeze hit your skin. It was my favorite time of the year, especially during the day. Perfect weather for running, for reading in the park, and enjoying a meal outdoors. I was alone most days, so spending time outdoors helped bring light to my life. Even though I was alone realistically, hypothetically outside, I was surrounded by people.

I walked the few blocks between Birmingham's and our apartment complex, pushing through the glass door as Richard, the lobby security, looked up at me.

"Mr. Styles, good morning," he smiled, analyzing my face that I now realized, probably looked pretty beat.

"Morning Rich, did you happen to check?" I said, tugging at my hair, licking my lips.

"Yes, he was asleep, finished a vodka bottle, but nothing looked hazardous, so I just left him. Don't think he even noticed me there." He chucked as I nodded. I bent down, taking out the cash from my sock, pulling out a hundred and handing it to him.

"I'm short the usual this week, but I'll make it up, I promise," I said, shoving the rest in my back pocket.

"Lost the fight tonight?" He asked, slipping the hundred in his jacket pocket.

"Unfortunately, I didn't make time to study his skill set, Louis didn't get me what I needed," I shrugged, my hands slipping in my jacket pocket, fingers toying with the ripped up lining to calm my nerves. I hated losing, it made my dads drunken words to me feel real, like maybe he had a point.

Bastard child, you'll never amount to anything.

"You know, I heard Percy Maddox is holding in-person tryouts for his management. Looking to pick up new clients to his roster, I think it would do you some good to see how you measure up," Richard said, his eyebrows raised as if challenging me to come up with a good excuse as to why I shouldn't.

"Louis' my manager, I can't do him dirty like that," I said, moving to lean against the wall next to him.

"Louis is just looking out for his twenty percent Harry, and I know you know that," Richard said, a tilt to his head making me laugh slightly.

"And I'm only looking to pay rent, he and I are the same. I would have to join a team that would understand he's included in the package deal. Brad too."

"And that's why you are my boy and I help you out when I can. You understand loyalty, very few do," he smiled at me as I nodded, turning over my shoulder at the ding of the elevator. The five am crowd was starting to make their way to the gym and morning runs, things I seemed to never understand.

"Thanks, Rich. I should go though, he usually starts waking up around this time. Night!" I said, walking backwards before turning around and swinging into the elevator. I pressed four, moving my body to lean against the back, hands gripping at the railing. I couldn't wait to take a long cold shower, my muscles needing it drastically after tonight.

"Hold the elevator! Please!" I heard a voice call out, a small groan built in my chest, squeezing my eyes tighter as I heard the doors start to close, "God please it's going to take twenty years for another to come down," the voice called out again, making me sigh through my nose as I moved to quickly stick my hand between the doors, the sensors sending them back open in the opposite direction.

When I tell you, time stood fucking still, time stood fucking still when she was infront of me. I had seen glimpses of her before. Through the elevator door as it was closing on me, as she ran quickly in and out of her apartment that was right next to mine. Never had it been like this, this close, this almost felt personal. Her chocolate like hair was up in a high ponytail, draped on her golden caramel skin was maroon scrubs underneath a layered white jacket, I never realized before she was probably a nurse, maybe even a doctor. She had simple diamond studs in her ears and though almost gone, a beautiful peach touch to the blush on her cheeks. She smelled like expensive baby power and pear, two smells I never knew to be so delicious in combination.

"Are you just going to stand there or are we going up?" She questioned, snapping me out of my trance making me back into the elevator again, "And what the hell happened to your face?"

She turned to press her floor, realizing we were heading to the same, she gave me a quick once over as all I could do was stare at her face, "Are you concussed? I'm serious, you feeling alright?"

She seemed to have no hesitation as she moved towards me, causing me to move against the back of the elevator, her hand quickly pulling my eye open as she grabbed a tiny flashlight from her jacket pocket, the light flashing in my eyes finally snapping me out of being temporarily mute, "Hey, sorry, sorry, I'm fine." I said gently moving her hand from my face. "Mmm, sorry, just tired. Barely getting in," I swallowed, my hand moving to tug at my hair, swirling the longest parts at the top around my fingers.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Did you get jumped or something?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest, finally backing away slightly.

"Felt like it," I chuckled, shaking my head and looking down at my shoes, the small holes at the top making me suddenly feel self conscience about my appearance. Even in her work uniform, probably after a 12 hour shift, she looked more well put together than I ever could, "But uh, no, just fell at work, knocked down some shit. I'm clumsy sometimes."

When my eyes moved back up to meet her, I saw the look of utter disbelief in my words, but the sound of the elevator doors opening as we reached our floor seemed to save me from further explanation. I pressed my lips together into a tight smile, pushing off the back wall and past her into the hall. I reached into my pockets, trying quickly to grab my keys and make my way inside my apartment before she asked anything further. I got to my door, hand on the handle when she spoke again, my eyes closing tight.

"Hey! Wait!" she called, her footsteps letting me know when she was finally right next to me, "I can treat it, clean it up and bandage it. Your eyebrow is split a bit, I can fix it, no questions asked. I just...my conscience won't let me sleep tonight if I don't help you out," her words so soft, I inhaled deeply, placing my ear to my door. My father was clearly still not awake, and my eyebrow did bloody hurt. I shifted my body towards her, biting my lip and nodding.

"Perfect, come on." She pointed her chin forward to her door, both of our bodies moving together towards it. I allowed her the space to grab her keys, starting to unlock her door, when she stopped, chuckling to herself before turning to look over at me, her deep brown eyes soft, "I'm Emilia, by the way. Figured you should know before I invite you in."

I chuckled, nodding, "Harry. Nice to meet you." I smiled to one side, before she bit her lip and led us into her apartment. It was so different from mine, neater. All the furniture matched, no burn stains or tears covered the couches. Her carpet was so white, I instantly moved to remove my shoes, her head tilting at my actions.

"You don't have to do that," she said softly, placing down her bag on the kitchen counter, slipping out of her white jacket.

"No, trust me, it's probably best I do," I placed my beat up Nikes against the wall, padding my way over to her.

"Let's move to the bathroom, the lighting is better in there." I followed her in the bathroom, finally getting a good look at myself in the mirror. My eyebrow was split like she said, blood dried up around it and my eye. My lips had minor cuts, which were the only things I was actually aware of, feeling the sting anytime I touched them, the blood taste lingering in my mouth since the fight. I sat on the closed toilet, swallowing, trying to avoid pulling at my hair again; but my nerves instantly tugged at the strands. Even her bathroom was fucking prestine, making me realize we never were going to get our security deposit back if we ever moved. She moved around her bathroom, pulling out supplies from different drawers and cabinets, finally washing her hands before moving over to me.

She grabbed a small white square package, tearing it open and pulling out a wipe, her eyes landing on mine softly, "It's probably going to sting, especially cause the bloods pretty dried up now."

Nodding at her, she moved to begin cleaning up my face, it truly did fucking hurt, my fingers pinching at my thighs to avoid me wincing like a fucking baby. I tried my best to divert my eyes from her as she worked, but it was so hard from how close she was to me. Her hands were soft against my face, her eyes so concentrated on the task at hand. I took her in, section by section. The perfectly defined cupid's bow, that made the perfect top to a heart, the hooded eyes that seemed to carry a sweet mystery, a nose that finally made me understand why they were often compared to buttons. Her eyes landed on mine as I took her in, both of us shyly looking away.

I cleared my throat, moving my gaze back down, "So are you a doctor?" I asked as she prepared the butterfly shaped bandage.

"Mm, nurse. Though sometimes I feel like I could be a doctor," she smirked a bit, a passive thought seemed to run through her mind before she shook it away.

"And you?" She said softly, grabbing the bandage, pinching my eyebrow softly as she began to apply it.

"You said no questions asked," I said softly, our eyes meeting again, earning me a gentle giggle and shake of the head.

"Touché. Well, you're all done. Try to keep it dry, don't rub on it too hard. I'll check it again later this week." She smiled, stepping back and starting to clean up.

As I opened my mouth to speak, loud thuds could be heard coming from next door. Glass shattered in the distance before a door could be heard slamming shut a few minutes later.

Good morning daddy Styles.

I rolled my eyes, realizing just how much she could hear from the thin walls of this place. I wondered how many times she heard us yell. Heard the way he insulted me constantly, my nerves making it so I tugged my hair so hard you would think I was going to go bald.

"I hear that often. Got a frisky cat?" She said, almost as if obvious to my tension.

"Yeah, Thomas the fat frisky cat," I rolled my eyes, shaking my head a bit, "I should um, probably go tend to Thomas, I think it's feeding time."

"Can't have a starved cat, never a good choice," she said, throwing away everything before quickly washing her hands again. She led me down the hall to the door, I grabbed my shoes standing up straight and glancing at her.

"Thanks again, um, Emilia," I smiled tight, watching her shrug.

"I'll need a light bulb changed or something at some point. Just, don't forget to stop by in a day or two, just so I can see if you're going to need stitches or not," she said gently and I nodded, reluctantly opening the door and walking out to quiet byes being exchanged.

I looked over my shoulder one more time at her as she closed the door, before dragging my feet to my apartment. I unlocked the door, pushing my way in, taking in the mess he had made today. Food wrappers were everywhere, cans covering what felt like every furniture piece that could hold them. I inhaled the smell of stale beer, breathing out as I heard my dads pained groans as he threw up.

"Pops, you alright?" I called out, throwing my shoes on the floor, taking off my jacket as I made my way over to the bathroom. I opened it, a painful sight as always waiting for me. He was wrapped around the disgusting toilet, his puke making it to more areas than just the bowl.

"God, pops, why do you do this?" I sighed, grabbing gloves and towels from the cabinets, starting to clean him up.

"Harrrrry I'm sory, I'mmm a meess," he slurred, my eyes rolling as if I didn't already know.

"It's fine, pops. Come on, let's get you in the shower, yeah?" I said, bracing my lower back as I brought him to his stumbling feet. I dragged him into the shower, turning the water on him, he exclaimed as the cold water hit him before it warmed. Curses seemed to be his only vocabulary. Eventually, he stood still, letting the water hit him and wash off the throw up before I pulled off his wet clothes.

"I got it," he said swatting me away, "I fucking got it!" He shoved me, my fists curling tight as I remembered his current condition. I walked out, heading into my room and stripping myself clean of all the dirty clothes on my body, covered in sweat blood and now my father's mess. I laid back on my bed, eyes close, the sheets feeling good against my bare skin, the backs of my lids playing out a vision of Emilia on them.

She smiled at me, pulling me in her apartment, arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled me into a kiss. Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me tighter on her lips, her tongue running against mine. I felt the damn blood rushing to my prick, my stomach knotting up as she invaded my thoughts further; imagining what her skin would feel like pressed against mine.

My hand began to crawl down my stomach, over the shaft of my cock, wrapping my fingers around myself. That's as far as I got before I heard the loud thump on the floor snapping me out of my dirty mind.

"Fuck!" I yelled out. I yelled out because I hated that I just met her and my mind was already in such a dirty place with her. I yelled out because I was tired of this fucking life I was living. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist tightly, making my way over to see my dad stumbling out of the bathroom, pushing past me. He walked into his room, stumbled onto his bed naked and was out the moment his body hit the bed.

I sighed, shaking my head and making my way to the bathroom, finishing my clean up before getting in the shower. I felt the water hit along my body as I washed up, planning out what tomorrow would be like when I finally woke up. What bills I had to make sure got paid before I could buy groceries to last the week. I needed to find tapes on this guy's previous fights, study them until I knew he's footwork like a dance.

I needed to not let my mind wander to dirty places with Emilia.

I carefully washed my hair and face, not wetting my bandage before finally getting out and drying up, changing into clean clothes. My stomach growled as I made my way through the living room, picking up the mess I knew would just be back tomorrow. I was starved, but unfortunately when I opened the fridge, there was nothing inside. I sighed, closing my eyes and deciding that I would just have to sleep it off.

A knock came from the door, my eyes narrowing as we never had visitors and all my packages were delivered to Brad's. I walked over, opening the door slightly seeing no one around. As I moved to close the door, I noticed a foil wrapped container on the floor, my eyebrow raising slightly. I opened the door, bending down to pick it up, a small note taped to the top. Closing the door with my hip, I opened up the note, writing with tiny letters and big swoops read:

"Made too much mac and cheese for just one person, hope you can eat cheese."

— E

My lips pursed, trying to stop the smile that began in my cheeks, aching from the need to let my lips spread. It was something so simple, so sweet, but I hated that it made me feel pitied. I quickly shook the thought, grabbing one of the two good forks that we had and settling on the couch. I took a forkful in my mouth, my eyes closing at the cheesy goodness. My stomach thanked me for not making it suffer through the night.

I finished, feeling so thankful for the nurse next door and her beautiful kindness tonight.

#harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #fanfic #boxer x harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles ff

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i think you’re forgetting that till got to top 2 on his own merits even with his rebellious personality and him literally running away from attempts to market him. he dropped heavily from the rankings for killing freddie the alien guitar and STILL managed to make a comeback, only losing to the previous champion. saying that he “only won because ivan threw his round” is such an insult to his skills. i don’t deny that ivan’s sacrifice secured till’s victory, but that doesn’t mean till isn’t a strong competitor in his own right. ivan’s stunts definitely hindered his own score, but that doesn’t change the fact that till still got 89. im not arguing that till will beat luka, im just thinking you’re underestimating till

Oh I completely agree that Till has a very good chance under normal circumstances, but. Till stopped singing before Ivan threw his mic to the ground and started assaulting him to distract the audience—us and the aliens—from that, so I think it's pretty clear that Till was trying to lose (or at least not trying to win) and probably wouldn't have gotten such a high score if Ivan didn't cause a distraction, because the aliens would definitely have noticed that he wasn't singing. Like I said in the tags of the post, I think Till's singing is obviously very good in the song, I just think Till was also very obviously engaging in passive suicide by making it clear he's not trying to win (I'd argue he was actively trying to lose by stopping his singing before the song is over).

That's why I said the only way he won was because Ivan threw his round—not because he didn't have enough skill and charisma by himself, but because he had disengaged from the performance by literally not singing, and the aliens would've noticed & punished him for it if Ivan didn't flip from "obedient show dog" to "rabid dog" on stage. (Again, to be clear, the "rabid dog" comparison is from the aliens' perspective; we, the human audience, have access to their interiority and care about them for more than their function as performers.)

(That said, the audience in-universe did not notice Till stopped singing, so you're right that alien audiences would've anticipated a closer fight than what I've said in the tags I assume you're responding to. I do think the win would be complicated by the fact that imo quite a lot of aliens in both camps see it as an unsatisfying win? For Ivan fans obviously, but for in-universe Till fans, their boy's win is gonna be tainted by "his opponent went crazy and attacked him." I'd imagine in-universe fans are having similar discussions to what we're having now, which is completely intentional—it's pretty obvious that ALNST is a critique of the irl idol industry/elimination style tournaments, and we're intended to be the aliens in this scenario, albeit ones who have some access to their inner lives.)

Now onto Till vs Luka. I think we all want Till to beat Luka, or at least put up a good fight, but. Will Till really bounce back/regain his fire, or did Ivan's sacrifice only compounded the fact that he lost someone else, and that he'll keep losing—both in the sense that he'll keep losing people he cares about, and also in the sense that there's no real victory under this oppressive system? Given his actions in R6 (i.e. stop singing when the song is ongoing), I think Till's final rebellion would be a quiet thing—to just not perform from the start and refuse to give the aliens a show.

Tldr: Till is a very strong performer. I just also think Till would've lost in R6, not because he wasn't "good enough" in his own right, but because he disengaged from his performance in what would've been a pretty dang obvious way bc i think he just wanted an escape/wanted it to end.

Going into R7, I'm honestly not sure if Till even wants to 'put up a good fight' against Luka anymore, or if he'd rather be free and spite the system by denying aliens of what they wanted from him by not engaging at all. It'd be cool to see Till beat Luka, but I'm having trouble seeing how he'll do that: while he has the skills to at least come close, idk if he's in the right headspace to want that.

#alien stage #alnst #alnst till #replies

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Hello I was wondering can I request the obey me brothers with a s/o who is like Bayonetta she’s a witch who can control time used guns and other things as weapons and she’s able to summon demons using her hair

On the Wiki for Bayonetta, there is a lot, so I’ll be keeping it strictly to the request. I also looked around and couldn’t find how exactly she summons the demons through her hair.

Lucifer

He’s very impressed by your abilities. There’s not a lot of humans that can do any of the things you do. Hell (see what I did there?), there’s not even a lot of demons who could do half the things you are able to.

You are literally able to speed yourself up. He appreciates the way you use that power, too. When one of his brothers is about to do something super crazy and destructive, you are able to stop them for him and that reduces his stress by a lot. Plus, the way you both carry yourselves so elegantly just goes so perfectly.

A while ago, the House of Lamentation went out to go airsofting and he was on your team along with Beel and Asmo. He noticed how you didn’t need any instructions and easily got the other team out in a matter of seconds. Not just that, but the way you held the gun made it seem as though you’ve been doing it for years.

In one of the multiple times where he comes close to killing you, he hears the words you chant and how you summon a demon through your hair. This demon was much more powerful than any he has ever seen, and he realized that this demon was much different than those you would find in the Devildom. It was one of the few times where he was genuinely scared about how powerful you are.

Mammon

Is most definitely scared of you. He has seen your power, he can even feel it from just standing next to you. No one he has ever met, not even any of the witches, has ever had that much power. But also, you’re a witch, so he’s terrified.

He would try and get you to use your power to speed yourself up while he’s gambling. He tries to tell you that you would get a split of the winnings (man thinks 80/20 is fair) but you refuse because you’re smart. Instead, you aid his opponent to get your point across.

In the airsoft outing that the HoL did, he was on the opposing team. He was out in the first 5 seconds because of you. He threw a fit, but took a minute to realize that you had precise aim and a good handle on the airsoft gun. Not just that, but you held yourself with elegance and grace, without remorse at your actions.

During one of the many times where he threatened you, you got sick of it. You decided to teach him a lesson. You summoned Madama Butterfly, and Mammon was scared shitless. Everyone could feel the power and the link between the two of you, and the second-born knew that he was no match for either of you.

Leviathan

You remind him of the human-world RPG game! He will admire you from afar because he thinks that you’re just so freaking cool. However, he knows not to get on your bad side. He can feel the power radiating off of you.

Because he hasn’t caused you too much trouble, you help him with getting the stuff he wants online. You’re able to speed yourself up, so you get the item he wants the quickest. He always makes sure to get you something you need in return.

In the airsofting outing, he was on the opposing team. He thinks he is going to do fairly well considering all the shooting games he plays. Imagine his surprise and anger when he was out in the first few seconds. He turned and saw you, having a good grasp on the weapon.

He was livid. He brought out his demon form and everything. You smirked and brought out Madama Butterfly. That made Levi falter because he could sense the raw power coming from the two of you. He knows that he would never even come close to trying to kill you, so he admitted defeat before things got ugly.

Satan

He’s intrigued. He has never met a human who has as much power as you do before. He would ask a few questions here and there about your abilities and what kind of witch you are and the properties associated with your clan.

He hasn’t caused you much trouble either, you help him get the books he wants first. He will pay you back by taking you out to your favorite places. A little birdie told him that you like lollipops~ You both make quite the elegant couple, I add. On the way to a candy shop or a bookstore, everyone stops and stares because of how graceful you two are.

In the airsoft outing, he is assigned to the opposing team. He figures that it’s best if he hides rather than go on the offense. After all, someone with your skill would be able to get him out very quickly. He might as well not have put in the effort because you were easily able to find him anyway.

He was so unfathomably angry that he broke out into his demon form. You, finding it amusing, decided to bring Madama Butterfly to come out and play. Now, Satan knew that it was useless to even attempt to fight, but he was blinded by rage. He charged but was easily swept to the side and into the wall. You knelt over him and smirked, asking if he was done with his little tantrum yet.

Asmodeus

You’re so beautiful, Y/N~ is probably the first thing he said to you when he first met you. He was immediately swooning to see someone so beautiful, and so powerful. He could feel the magic surging through your body.

He would also be grateful for your speeding-up abilities because now it would cause less stress on him to know that his older brother Mammon isn’t out and about making a mess of everything like he always does.

In the airsofting outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He was worried about getting bruises on his beautiful skin when he heard the overhead announcement that your team won. He was confused until he saw you walking back with a smug smirk on your face.

He remembers the time where Lucifer lashed out and almost killed you when you defended Luke and Beel. He was pleading with his oldest brother not to when he saw you smiling and in a fighting position next to a demon who looked like a butterfly. He was shocked because he could feel the raw power coming off of you and said demon, but Lucifer looked shocked and even a bit scared. It was then Asmo realized that you might be more powerful than the Demon King.

Beelzebub

He honestly didn’t really care at first, but then he was hit by a concerning sense of overwhelming power coming from somewhere in the room. He hadn’t felt it until you arrived, so he put two and two together.

I feel like he would joke about you using your ability to get him some food, but he doesn’t want to use you for your ability. You do it for him anyway on occasions, like if he wins a Fangol game or if he does particularly well during a workout.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He’s happy that he’s paired up with you, but he thinks that you don’t stand a chance against someone like Leviathan. However, when he hears the overhead announcement that your team won in a matter of seconds, he turns and sees you smirking and flicking some of your hair over your shoulder.

Some of his brothers that were on the other team were very angry, so they came charging at you in anger. He was about to step in when he saw you standing next to another demon. The overwhelming feeling he got when you first arrived in the Devildom came flooding back, and he felt like he was going to pass out. Then, in seconds, the brothers who attacked you were on their backs, groaning in pain. He was shocked that you would do such a thing.

Belphegor

He most definitely didn’t care about you the first time he met you. However, he knew that you weren’t easily manipulatable. You were able to see right through him, actually. Plus, this is when he noticed the power you radiated. It was unlike anything he’s ever seen before.

He would be kind of jealous over the abilities you have, but especially the one that allows you to speed yourself up. He wouldn’t be locked up if he had that ability, after all. However, he knows that it isn’t the extent of your abilities.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the opposing team. He didn’t want to be there in the first place. He was low-key relieved when he felt the shot. Sure, it hurt a little, but that meant that he could sleep away the round. His brothers didn’t seem to see the same picture because they were angry. Satan and Levi were both in their demon forms and charging at you. However, he noticed that there was another demon standing next to you. One much more powerful. In a matter of milliseconds, the two were on the floor with the wind knocked out of them. You knelt above one of them while looking at the other, tauntingly asking them if they were finished with their fits. He had to hold back a small chuckle.

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The Art of Survival - Chapter Two

Pairing: Luis Serra x Reader (set in The Hunger Games)

Chapter summary: When the Reader is stung by trackerjackers, mutant wasps who cause their victims to hallucinate, she is placed in a vulnerable position where anything could happen to her. When Luis finds her staggering through the woods, will he be a friend or foe???

Word count: 3k

Warnings: graphic depiction of violence (some of the violence is committed against you), hallucinations.

A/N: lmk if you want me to give a list of all of the Spanish translations?? But I will say that conejita = little bunny.

Part One - Part Two

Several days into the games, Luis had managed to set up shelter in a hidden cave. He kept away from people for the most part, only venturing out to forage for food. He’d only run into another person once.

He was exploring the terrain outside his cave when he heard a twig snap uncomfortably close behind him.

A contestant raised a sharpened tree branch to stab him and, as Luis turned, the shiv pierced his shoulder. Pain burst through him but he’d experienced far worse.

Coming at him with nothing but a shiv had been a foolish move. In a heartbeat, Luis trapped the contestant in a headlock. The constant wriggled, panting as he tried to pry Luis’ hands off. With a twist of his hands, the contestant’s thick neck cracked. The contestant’s limbs went still and Luis threw them to the floor.

He cursed as he made his way back to the cave. The wound itself wouldn’t do much to weaken him. But he was certainly going to get an infection.

He ran his hand through his hair. The odds of him winning against the strongest opponents here were slim. The odds were even smaller now he would have to fight them through a fever.

The sun was beginning to set when he returned to his cave. He prayed to whatever God was listening that all of the opponents could just kill each other while he hid here. But he knew that would never happen. Only the most vicious opponents would be left standing and they would find him. With an infection, he stood no chance.

Some sort of God answered his prayers. A thud sounded outside his cave and, pipe in hand, he went to investigate. It was a package from his sponsor. He ripped it open to find medical supplies. He could fall to his knees with relief.

As he poured rubbing alcohol down over his wound, he silently thanked Ada. He almost dropped the bottle when music blared outside. It was time to announce the fallen tributes.

The loud music wasn’t the reason why his whole body went taught, his hands slightly trembling. It was because he was waiting to see her face light up in the night sky among the other dead tributes. His chest wound tighter with each face, sure that the next one would be hers.

The projector shut off. He released a shuddering breath. She wasn’t dead yet. But that didn’t make him feel any better.

He wondered how scared she was right now, fighting for her life day after day. Time moved so slowly here.

Maybe he should have left her to die on the first day. Then she wouldn’t have had to suffer.

He didn't even know her, he thought - angry at himself for placing so much emotional importance on a stranger. But she was more than a stranger, she represented innocence, something he had lost years ago. He hated to see it being taken from her.

No, seeing her face light up among the night stars would be a mercy. If by some miracle, she survived, that meant he would have to kill her himself.

He prayed there could be a version of events where he didn’t have to see her face again.

Too many of his prayers had been answered and now his luck had run out; he had ventured outside to collect some water from the stream when he heard a shriek that cut to his very core. Dread gripped him by the throat. He recognised that scream.

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Y/N had not been entirely honest when she’d told the adjudicators and fellow contestants that she possessed no skills. She wanted to keep some tricks up her sleeve, thinking it would give her an advantage if she was underestimated.

Crime rates were high in district 2 and she had taught herself how to fight with a knife, and even how to throw them. Although, she was sure throwing knives at a wooden target was much different to lodging them into a flesh. She was yet to find out for certain. Her sponsor had sent her a set of knives but her instincts kept choosing flight over fight.

Her second talent was her knowledge of animals, it calmed her to read about them. And so she elected to sleep beneath a trackerjack nest, knowing how to be around them without disturbing them and hoping the sight of one would deter opponents from approaching.

Approaching voices startled her away. A group of contestants caught sight of her and instantly sped towards her.

She surprised herself by how quickly she reacted. She hurled a knife at the nest and rolled away. The nest hurtled through the air and crashed to the floor. Angry trackerjackers fled from their home and swarmed the group of contestants. They screamed and tried to swat the mutant wasps away. Y/N took this as her opportunity to run.

The trackerjackers’ stingers jabbed every inch of the group's exposed skin. Through gritted teeth, one of the girls nocked an arrow. She wasn’t going to let Y/N get away unscathed. With shaking hands, she released it into the air.

Letting out a cry, Y/N keeled over onto her knees. The arrow had lodged in the back of her leg. A second sting stabbed her in the neck, this one from a trackerjacker.

The archer wasn’t done yet. Now that Y/N was an unmoving target, she aimed a second arrow straight at Y/N’s back, knowing it would pierce her heart. A trackerjacker stung her in the eye and she screamed as she released the arrow.

Tears burst free from Y/N’s eyes as the arrow sliced into her thigh. She had never felt pain like this before. Even through the shock, she could feel the pain pulse through the tendons in her legs with an indescribable fire. But she couldn’t afford to be weak, she needed to keep moving before she got stung or shot at again.

She pushed herself to her feet with gritted teeth. The arrow heads carved deeper into her flesh with each step.

A second trackerjacker stabbed her in the arm, and then a third. She cursed under her breath and picked up her pace, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, brows drawing down in agony.

She had already known it was likely the trackerjackers would turn on her if she were to set them on her opponents. It was the best plan she could come up with. She had known their venom would cause her to hallucinate. She just hadn’t planned on there being arrows lodged into her leg at the same time. And despite having days to think about what her plan would be if she were to get stung and start hallucinating, she hadn’t managed to come up with anything better than fleeing to safety and praying she didn’t run into anyone.

The greens of the forest grew more vivid, the first sign that the hallucinations were kicking in. She would have thought it looked beautiful if she wasn’t in so much danger. She glanced over her shoulder to find that none of her attackers were pursuing her. That was something at least.

She slowed down and leaned against a rock for a moment. She couldn’t keep walking with long arrow shafts dangling from her leg, slowing her down. And God forbid what would happen if she were to fall onto her back. Before the hallucinations got worse, she needed to snap the end of the arrows off.

With a deep, strained breath, she took hold of the first one and snapped it in half. The force reverberated through her leg and she bit her lip to keep from making too much noise.

Fractals and strange blobs started to fill her vision as she took hold of the second arrow. She didn’t think she could handle anymore pain but it was necessary.

She took a few more deep breaths to steady her shaking hands. This snap was clumsier than the last, driving the arrowhead deeper. She wasn’t able to stop the cry that left her lips this time.

The world started to turn and twist around her. Hallucinations mixed with an overwhelming amount of pain was not a fun combination. Blood gushed in great waterfalls down her legs and she prayed she didn’t pass out from blood loss.

Part of her wanted to give up but she steeled herself. Pushing away from the rock, she stumbled onwards. She needed to put a bit more distance between herself and the group that had ambushed her, if any of them had survived the swarm of trackerjackers.

Voices murmured in the distance behind her. She kept whipping her head behind herself and kept finding nothing. There was no way of knowing whether it was real or imagined. She quickened her pace regardless. One benefit of the trackerjacker poison was that the pain in her leg was starting to give way, she could hardly feel her body anymore, it was almost as if she was floating.

But then the voices sounded like they were coming from in front of her. She paused. No, they were coming from all around her, she was surrounded. She held a knife out in defence.

The voices turned to laughter. Then someone touched her shoulder. She spun around to find nothing but the air. Fuck. She was so vulnerable like this, not being able to discern reality.

Her vision grew blurry at the edges and she tried to blink it away to no avail. She spun slowly in a circle, not wanting to take the chance that the laughter wasn’t a hallucination. Somehow everything seemed to slow, moving at half the speed it should, the leaves leaving trails of motion as she spun. Then everything suddenly changed into 2x speed as the trees zoomed past her and she lost balance, her feet falling out from under her.

Strong hands caught her, keeping her from hitting the ground. Those hands were most certainly real.

She screamed and thrashed but the hands kept a firm grip on her, caging her in close to her attacker’s body.

“Keep your voice down.” A male voice instructed.

At the mercy of this man, she was almost certainly dead. All that she could do now was alert others of the location of this man and doom him too. And so she screamed again.

“Hijo de puta.” He muttered under his breath and clamped a hand over her mouth.

Her eyes shot open wide. This was it. She was about to be murdered. Panic drowned her brain but she had the sense to at least try to pull his hands away from her. That’s when she remembered she was holding a knife. The venom was making her body feel weird - liquidy -; she could hardly tell where her body ended and his began. But she gave it her best shot, wildly driving the knife behind herself.

When the hands loosened from her and he exclaimed, “Mierda”, she knew she’d done the trick.

She staggered forwards on her gelatinous legs but a hand clutched her wrist. She whirled around to face him and her breath caught in her throat when she saw who it was. It was the man who had attacked those district 9 kids, he was back to finish the job.

She tried to twist her hand to stab him in the wrist but he squeezed hard and she dropped the knife to the forest floor.

Her body shook hard in tandem with her racing heart. He was among the list of contestants she was most afraid of.

“If you could just calm down for un momento, I am trying to help you.”

Help her? Why would anyone want to help her? This was a trick.

She tried to pry his hand off her, digging her feet into the dirt as she pulled.

He sighed and easily grabbed her other wrist. She gasped and knew she was well and truly helpless.

He caught sight of her dilated pupils; he had been fairly certain that she was hallucinating when he’d found her spinning around in a circle for a good few minutes but getting a good look at her confirmed his suspicions.

“You’re hallucinating, my friend, and you’re badly injured. Stop fighting and let me help you.”

He called her his friend? This had to be a trap. Her worst fear had been dying but when humans were trapped in an arena together with no laws, she started to realise worse things could happen to her than death.

The edges of her vision went from blurry to dark, leaving nothing but Luis’ face. She could physically feel the poison gripping her harder, shuddering through her veins. It was scrambling her thoughts. For a moment, she forgot her situation, she forgot her fear. Her mouth hung slightly agape as she stared at the man in front of her. She marvelled at how beautiful his face was, how strong his body was. Her thoughts snapped back to reality when she remembered strong equals dangerous.

Her legs spurred back into action, trying to push away from him, trying to kick at his legs. But her legs gave out from under her. His strong arms kept her upright.

“Dios mios.” He exclaimed at her unrelenting fight. “I am not your enemy, conejita.”

Coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't going to trust him, he would have to change his tactics. Now that she’d repeatedly alerted others of their location, they couldn’t waste another second.

“I am sorry about this.” He said as he gently let her drop to the floor.

With deft fingers, he ripped some fabric from his shirt and tied it around her mouth just as she was about to let out another scream.

“I am very, very sorry.” He said again, guilt pooling in his abdomen.

With a grunt, he lifted her up and threw her around his shoulders so the side of her body was pressed against his neck, her head was dangling over one shoulder and her legs were dangling over the other. He wrapped his hand around the back of her legs, careful to avoid the arrow heads, and clasped her wrists in the other. He trudged as quickly as he could back to his cave, praying he was fast enough to evade any pursuers.

The trackerjacker poison made her limbs absolutely useless. She was helpless prey. But all the while, she let out muffled screams, it was all she could muster and she wasn’t ready to give up, even as her heavy eyelids started to droop and everything went dark.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a cave floor with a handsome stranger kneeling in front of her. She stared at him blankly, unable to piece together what was going on.

“I’m sorry I had to carry you here. But I promise I’m here to help you. Run if you want but I have this.” He held up his medical supplies. “And I intend on patching you up.”

She looked down at the arrowheads jutting out of her leg. Her eyebrows pulled down. How did that happen? And why couldn’t she feel a thing?

“Just don’t scream, okay? For the love of God, I’m fairly fond of this hideout.”

His hand seemed to glide through the air in slow motion as he reached to pull the gag off her mouth. She hadn’t even realised it was there.

When she made no attempt to scream, he sighed with relief.

“Okay, excelente.”

Her bleary eyes focused on his face. God, he was absolutely beautiful. Misty grey eyes, a strong nose, sharp cheekbones and perfect stubble. She wanted to reach out and stroke his face.

“I’m going to take these out of your legs now, okay? It’s going to hurt like hell but I need you to be quiet for me, do you think you can do that?”

She didn’t reply. His words were meaningless, she was fully entranced by his murky, almond-shaped eyes.

He waved a hand in front of her face.

“Huh?” She asked.

“Listen carefully, conejita, you are injured. I am going to help you. It will hurt but you will be able to take it. I just need you to make as little noise as possible, okay?”

“I’m injured?” She drawled.

“Si, mi amiga.”

He could facepalm but admittedly, there was something cute about her delirium, or at least it was much more preferable to when she was trying to stab him.

“Can you hold my hand?”

“Si.”

She gripped his warm hand as he gripped the first arrowhead and started to drag it out. A strange sensation rippled through her body. It wasn’t painful perse, just deeply uncomfortable.

“You’re doing so well.” He praised, his words causing something strange to flutter in her abdomen.

The second arrow was a breeze now she knew what to expect. Her eyelids grew heavy again. She barely felt a thing as he disinfected the wounds and wrapped a bandage around them.

He lightly slapped her leg when he was done. “You’re all patched up now. You can rest here tonight, sleep the poison off.”

She’d been poisoned? But she felt fine, euphoric even.

“Whatever you say, handsome.” She giggled.

That comment caught him off guard and he blamed her words on the poison. He just shook his head and laughed it off.

She watched with excitement as he removed his jacket and was disappointed when he simply rolled it up and placed it underneath her head as a pillow.

“Sleep well, conejita.”

His words gave her permission to let go, and she fell into the black nothingness of exhaustion.

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arianamidnight · 2 months

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Too far

Hazbin hotel fic

My AU that's why it's OOC and pretty far from cannon

Warnings: swearing, mention of violence, slight mention of sex and BDSM, Valentino being a bitch, a bit of tickles

Summary: Alastor loves winning, but not when his rival is head in the clouds. But what if radio demon already knows the reason?

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Alastor snickered and shifted into shadows avoiding the volt of electricity that Vox threw into him. Pathetic. Time passes but TV demons' strategy doesn't change at all.

Alastair appeared infront of Vox but... He didn't react. At all. Alastor blinked. What was going on? Usually if radio demon appear that close, TV demon jump back or teleport behind, or at least his screen expression changes. But now Vox like, didn't notice deer demon at all.

A second later TV demon blinked and jumped back, finally noticing Alastor being so close. Radio demon growled, his usual smile faltered.

"Don't forget where you are!" Alastor warned and hit Vox with his cane.

TV demon jumped up and teleported in air, avoiding the attack. But again, his moves were awkward and abrupt. More abrupt then usual.

Deer demon muttered under his breath. Princess of hell was really having a bad influence on him.

Alastor teleported infront of Vox, who was trying to sneak behind him, and with a simple push made TV demon fall backwards.

"I won, old pal~" Alastor chuckled, but his eyes were studying his opponent.

"Yeah-yeah... Fuck you and so on..." muttered Vox, his thoughts still far away.

Deer demon moved so the crowd was able to see only his back, and landed Vox a hand.

"It's not interesting to win against someone whose mind is far from here and who doesn't truly desire to win. Mind sharing?" Alastor snickered.

TV demon blinked in confusion, but then sighed with a crooked smile.

"There is a huge crowd around. Mind teleporting us to my office? 'Cause you're one visibly winning" Vox reminded, hinting that this deed of help would ruin both their reputation.

Alastor snikered and nodded. Vox was right. So deer demon snapped his fingers and both radio demon and TV demon dove into shadows, leaving crowd groaning in disappointment.

When Vox was able to see something exept the darkness again, he found out that he was still sitting on the ground, but now in the middle of his own office. While Alastor, like nothing, was sitting in his armchair! TV demon rolled his eyes and stood up.

"So, what's bothering you, old pal?~" purred Alastor with a smirk and miscivious sparkle in his eyes.

"Right now that you have brazenly privatized my chair." answered Vox in playfully grumpy voice.

But then suddenly Vox tensed up and shut his screen for a second. Alastor titled his head on the side, curious.

"And that Velvet is about to enter." said TV demon with a sigh, turning his screen back on.

Alastor nodded and snickered.

"Then I'll leave. When you'll be free just call my name~" radio demon burst out with his usual maniac like laughter and dove into shadows.

Vox rolled his eyes with a smirk. That motherfucker would never change.

But then TV demon heard a hesitate knock on the door. Vox knew that it was Velvet, but social media demon usually was just entering his office even without knocking. But now she seemed to be hesitant and nervous.

Vox teleported to the door with electricity spark and opened the door.

"H-hey..." Velvet muttered, looking down.

Her hair was more messy than usual and there was a huge wound on her cheek. The upper part of the wound was narrow like a cut and the lower part widened.

Vox's eyes widened. He perfectly knew what weapon leaves such wounds.

"Again? Oh Edem... Velv, let me see"

Vox took a step back, letting Velvet inside. Social media demon was a bit shaky. TV demon understood that she was holding tears. That's Velvet, even if she's in pain she won't show any weakness to anyone. She is the youngest overlord in hell, after all.

"Gimme a second and you'll be as good as new, Velv. Trust me with it~" Box jocked.

That usual VoxTek line made Velvet snicker and role her eyes.

"V, I'm not other sinisters, I'm a pro bitch. So shut up"

TV demon snickered and bend down. Vox placed his palm on Velvet's wounded cheek, making female demon hiss a bit. Vox concentrated and sent a small amount of electricity into Velvet's cheek.

For TV demon, his electricity was a flexible power that was following his mood, thoughts and intentions.

It wasn't the first time Velvet getting hurt. And, precisely thanks to her, TV demon found out that with his electricity, he can not only fight, but also heal small wounds.

A few seconds later Velvet was all healed, but she didn't even notice it. Social media demon was deep in her thoughts, and her mood was pretty blue. Vox felt bad for his little girl. But then TV demon snickered playfully, getting an idea.

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Alastor was hiding in the shadows. He didn't teleport away from VoxTek. Instead he hided in the shadows and decided to see what Velvet wanted from Vox.

But when social media demon entered the office, deer demon got shocked. He knew what weapon could leave such a wound. Whip.

And a few days ago Angel Dust came to the hotel with same wounds all over his body. It was not too difficult for radio demon to compare these two facts. Valentino was one who hurted Velvet. But... They worked together, and teamed up against other overlords. Then why moth-demon attacked Velvet?

Suddenly Alastor's thoughts were interrupted by... Giggling? Deer demon looked at the two demons in the room and couldn't help a soft smile.

TV demon was using his electricity to tickle Velvet, who was giggling and wiggling around. Those two looked like father and daughter.

Radio demon shook his head with a groan. Charlie was definitely having a bad influence on him. He was now being soft towards his own rival!

Deer demon sighed and shook his head. Mainwhile, Vox stopped tickling social media demon, picked her up like a child and walked out of the office. Alastor snickered when TV demon said that he would tug Velvet in a bed like a toddler, so she won't stay up all night like usual.

When two Vees left the office and closed the door, Alastor shifted out of the shadows. Radio demon sat on Vox's armchair and dove into thoughts. But before he created a shadow minion and ordered him to guard the door. After all, Alastor didn't want to ruin Vox's reputation by letting someone catch him in the VoxTek office.

Alastors' thoughts went back to a conversation he had with Husk a few days ago. He did promise cat-demon to talk with Valentino, yes. But now... Deer demon started thinking that the case was more serious than just Val being a violent owner. After all, radio demon just saw that moth-demon was hurting not only Angel Dust.

Shadow minion warned Alastor that Vox was walking back. Radio demon snapped his fingers, dismissing shadow minion and looked at the door, leaning back in Vox's armchair. It felt pretty comfortable. Maybe he should get himself a new armchair?

Vox entered his office and couldn't help mosking snicker.

"And what about 'say my name'?" teased TV demon.

But Alastor was not in a mood for playful back-and-forth.

"Vox, you were so destructed during our fight because of Valentino, weren't you? The wound on Velvet was made by his whip, right?" Radio demon got straight to the point.

TV demon got startled for a second but then let out a tired sigh. He teleported himself another chair and took a seat.

"Yes, you got it right. It's the second week of Val being... More violent than usual." Vox looked down, playing with a jolt of electricity in his fingers. "As a lust demon he always was a saddist and into any BDSM sex thing, but... Now he is being sadistic even in usual situations. And I'll be honest, Al... It's getting me worried"

Vox looked into Alastor's eyes. TV demon was confused and depressed. All this situation was getting him under too much pressure. On the one side Valentino was his coworker and friend. But on the other, Velvet was like a daughter to TV demon. And Val's behaviour was damaging whole VoxTek reputation.

A silence filled the room. Both Alastor and Vox dove into thoughts.

Deer demon thought about Husk again. And about the way Alastor treated him. Radio demon almost got like Valentino... Alastor completely understood what was happening. Power and control was a a difficult test even for a strong mind and will. But even radio demon almost got carried away. What can be said about the demon of lust, whose willpower was much inferior to Alastor's?

But, to be honest, deer demon didn't get insane from authority only thanks to one innocent succubus. Alastor snickered softly and mentally thanked Charlie.

"Well old pal, you're lucky that I am willing to give that moth a lesson~ If you don't mind, of course~" Alastor snickered and his usual smile got more sadistic.

"Oh? And what that lesson would be about, if you don't mind my curiosity?" Vox titled his screen on the side.

Honestly, TV demon never thought that radio demon would even care. But, here they are.

"The lesson about what is authority, and how to use it correctly. And don't think that I do it for you. One my subordinate asked me to have a chat with Valentino. So, do you give me your permission?" Alastor huffed.

Vox rolled his eyes with a smirk. Of course radio demon would never admit that he care about someone. Typical Al.

"Don't kill him, don't cripple him. Otherwise -- feel free" TV demon said with a grin.

Alastor burst out with laughter, hearing this statement.

"Oh, don't worry old pal~ Your moth would be able to walk by himself~ But you'll have to play along" Alastor snickered evily and explained Vox his plan.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic #Vox being father figure for Velvet #Valentino being a bitch #ticklish! Velvet #cheer up tickles

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leviathanverse · 5 months

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Chapter 37: Finale battle (Part 2)

You gritted your teeth as you held Yami's mace. You could feel yourself being pushed from the amount of strength and force Yami had.

She had gotten off of the Goretrapper to fight against you and Sakura again. She was pretty stupid to not use the Goretrapper.

Or she was really smart by sending the dragon to assist the other Goretrappers. Smart move. You'll give her that.

" I can't believe you betrayed us- BETRAYED ME!"

You gathered your strength and pushed her away from you, getting into battle position. You glared at her once she got her footing.

Sakura was behind you, clutching her side from the blow she had received. She really was in bad shape now.

Despite her rough shape, she got up and held her weapon like an expert. Her eyes narrowed at Yami, as if glaring.

" You should be dead from receiving a blow to the ribs like that. I am impressed."

" It's going to take more than a fucking ninja kick to the side to kill me."

You charged at Yami, both of your weapons clashed. You growled under your breathe. You were like a feral wolf.

You saw how Zoha and the other dragons either ate or killed the army of Goretrappers out of the corner of your eyes.

Sakura joined you, trying to help you with overcoming Yami's strength. She even went as far as to try and stab Yami.

You got kicked away from Yami and it caused you to close your eyes, grunting. You skitted across the floor, rolling and tumbling.

It was only Sakura now. You opened your one eye, and struggled to get up. You saw that Yami had managed to get Sakura away.

Yami looked at you and grinned sadisticly. She dropped her mace, and pulled out a dagger. You had a feeling that she was going to throw that at you.

" You were a nice opponent."

She took a step forward, twirling the dagger around her hand like a master. She was sadistic.

" Too bad I'll have to end you."

She stopped twirling her dagger around her hand, and you got onto your elbow. You used it to support your upper body.

" Any last words?"

" Fuck you."

" Very well."

She threw the dagger and you closed your eye, lowering your head. You awaited for the dagger to end you.

You heard footsteps and rush of wind in front of you.

" ..."

Nothing happened. You were confused and opened your eyes, lifting your head up to see why the dagger didn't hit you.

Your eyes widened, lips quivering as tears began to pour down your cheeks. You choked on your own saliva.

" Not what I had planned, but it still works."

Sakura stood in front of you, dagger lodged into her stomach. She had risked her life to protect yours.

She turned her head to look at you, a soft smile on her lips with blood coming out past her teeth.

There were a few tears that escaped her eyes. She had accepted her fate after risking her life to save yours.

" Sa.... ku... ra..."

" Win this battle for me..."

She closed her eyes before she fell to the ground. Everything went into slow motion, hearing faded and everything was a blur.

You looked at the battlefield. Zoha fight against the enemies, Zika being protected by Aizetsu and the others fighting against the attackers.

You turned to look at Chiyeko, and saw that he was wide awake and crying. You were crying too.

You got up, a shadow casted over your face as you cried, teeth gritted. You had your hands clenched around your weapon.

You felt rage bubble within your chest, and a deep hatred for Yami stir and mix with the other emotion.

" Is someone upset I killed their hero from 12 years ago? Ha! Don't make me laugh."

You lifted your head and looked at her with the most fury swirling in your eyes ever. Your entire face was casted over with a shadow.

You looked like an angry anime character, but a lot more angry and scarier. You were beyond pissed.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, and you were ready to kill her. You stared at her with a blank face after the shadow casted over your face disappeared. All except your eyes.

They were not blank, they held a raging storm waiting to be released on poor unsuspecting ships.

" You killed her."

You breathed, voice cold and monotone. You were a completely different person after Sakura sacrificed herself.

" You are a monster."

You got into battle position, anger bubbling around you. Like a fire crackling and eating away at anything in its way.

" You really are upset. Hahahaha!"

She cackled, and it only made your blood boil even more. Your fury and hatred increased.

Her voice made you angry, her appearance made you angry. Everything about her made you angry.

" I am going to kill you."

You were a raging storm, ready to kill like a pack of wolves ready to attack an elk. You were going to avenge Sakura.

Just like she asked you to. You were not going to let Sakura's sacrifice go to waste. You were going to make sure that her death wasn't in vain.

You were going to give it your all to kill Yami. No matter what. She had just broken the barrier of the monster inside you.

She was dead to you.

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#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au #angry oc with a hatred for humans #the hunter assassin book #hantengu #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #karaku #zohakuten

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Oooh Third High Rise World 👀👀 What is the big tower this time? We've got a railgun, we've got a space elevator.. *rubs hands evilly* I want to know everything >:D

Also I'm curious about your OCs! Are they participants, candidates, angels? *^*

Hii!! Thanks for asking :33 apologies that this took long I’ve been running errands!

So first, its a broadcasting tower! Its function is what it sounds like haha, it relies on a phone (and the ability, just like the railgun) for it to broadcast you the God’s code in a video form, kinda like a tv channel, which is why there are no tvs in that world! It’s a God mechanism similar to the og one, created by the creator of all of the realms to make a god out of people who were just like the “perfect” candidates, such as : Kuon, Juo, Aikawa (some may be family, but I’ll get into that later). So basically people who were closest to God / had great potential of becoming God!

The creator selected the people who were just like / related to the “perfect candidates” and threw in an extra 100+ (a lot, i know) people to give the people chances, give them opponents ect.

Now!! My ocs which i love aaaa my little babies have time to shineee

So first, Hidehisa Suzuki!!

•as you might have gathered, she’s Juo’s younger sister, shes the most similar to Juo in the sense of bloodlust (kinda), same principles (bad guys always win). So basically a lot of his qualities, not because it’s natural and in their genetics, its that Juo was a TERRIBLE influence on her growing up, aswell as their parents ect. So shes very dragged-up.

•Giving her a masculine name was intentional! Her parents probably thought it’d be “quirky” to give their kids such awful names.

•She isn’t a bully in the way her brother is, shes more of a “mean to everyone” type. Always gets into fights, causes trouble, makes fun of everyone sorta thing. She doesn’t have targets like Juo did.

•She wears her hair in all different hairstyles, one day its low pigtails, another its down, a braid ect.

•she has white eyes like her bro but they’re not as sharp as his, they’re quite big and round. (Still soulless-looking) and her hair is the same black with a hint of purple.

•she is currently a participant, but she’s probs gonna find a mouthless mask sometime soon (She probably will break it though, shes mentally weaker than Juo)

•she’s 15!

Thats about it on her!!

“I just wanna feel alive” so her. Thats just her.

Myra Aikawa!

•she isnt Mamoru’s daughter, she’s his niece! Shes similar to him on how she has a particular worldview (not an extreme darwinist like Mamoru, but similar), very collected, very strategic, polite, ambitious ect.

•when i wrote my Mamoru hcs ages ago, i mentioned he had a stepbrother, thats his stepbrother’s daughter!

• She wasnt influenced into thinking this way, she kind of just came to a sort of “the weak die, the strong live. Thats just natural selection.” Conclusion (shes very scholarly, reads alot of philosophy books)

•Student council president, takes her role far too seriously.

•Quite snobby and pretentious but doesnt realise, her father married a successful businesswoman who is the main breadwinner of the house.

•She is now a god candidate after randomly coming across a mouthless mask (we can all tell what her goals are now, yikessss)

•Her god candidate powers include :

Self strengthening ability (isnt that great)

Consciousness interference (can go into an awake person’s brain, it has drawbacks though as it exhausts her)

Ability to control Angels (only 1 currently!!)

•She is half Thai half Japanese (Thai on her mother’s side), she speaks both languages!

•she has light blonde hair (it almost looks white) and light brown eyes!

•she wears a half up half down ponytail with a black bow!

•she’s 16!

And last, Takeshi Akesofu

•He is the only one that isnt related to the “perfect candidates” legally or genetically, he is instead like Kuon in other ways. He is the son of a CEO (of a rival company to Shinzaki’s) and a retired actress, but he is not the heir to the company like kuon, instead his elder brother is the heir. He was raised to be superior to others, to carry himself properly because of the prestige of his family. He’s different to Kuon, but theres a reason they’re somewhat related (They may or may not be in a forced marriage / engagement, but thats just a rumour thats been circling around the internet (on earth in their universe))

•He pretends that he’s all serious and proper to please his family but in private he’s rude and informal. He often brags about what he gets from his parents to his (equally rich) friends. Just your classic spoiled rich kid but hides it.

•wears sunglasses almost all the time, says it makes him look hot but he just looks tacky.

•has quite a sheltered life because of the fame, but not as sheltered as kuon’s. For example, he can go out but only if he has bodyguards / people with him.

•is a God candidate! Same as Myra he came across one by accident. His abilities include :

Ability to control Angels (3 Angels at the moment)

Ability to observe an Angel’s strength

Self-transferring (undiscovered by him but it turns out to be weak and will make him confused and dizzy)

•he has dark brown hair and dark green eyes!

•very present on social media, has millions of followers. (Which boosts his already high ego)

•he’s 18!

Thats it for my ocs!! If you wanna know more about them or a character in specific then just tell me :>

And if the third high rise world was ever in written form (unlikely, too many wip fics and exams XP) they would be the protagonists! (Meaning it would be from one of their perspectives every chapter)

The third high rise world starts mid-arrive, and it’s still going on post arrive and isn’t gonna end because Yuri & co simply don’t know about its existence! Neither does the supervisor. They will find out eventually because Yuri is literally 100% God 100% human and i can ramble on and on about the 4 omnis ect.

There are titles which none of them have acheived, such as :

Seraph. (An angel (not in a TS sense) that is the closest being to God, yet not having the power of god.)

Idol. (Just as it sounds, basically having high numbers of followers, being worshipped basically by humans)

More to be added as i think about them and look at meanings ect! Most of these are religious terms because thats a heavy theme in TS and TSA!

Instead of lightning and cloud, they have light! So basically light radiates from them as lightning would in og TS!

So thats basically all for now, as this post is getting WAYY too long, but if you wanna know more then just send me an ask!! :3

#tenkuu shinpan #high rise invasion #third high rise world #thanks again for asking!!!#aaaa it feels good to share my thoughts

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kurottsukii · 9 months

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One | Rising High

My fist connected to my opponent's jaw beautifully, his skin rippling like a wave at the aftermath, a mixture of blood and spit escaped his busted lips and onto the mat beneath us in slow mo. I watched him as he hit the floor hard with a thud, just waiting for him to get up but he never did, he just laid there, unconscious. The arena was silent for a while, I guess they were also trying to process what just happened too, then the sound of people chanting my name filled the place. But yet I just stood there, tired, shocked, confused, everything and anything filling my head as a fake smile was plastered on my face.

Can't let the people see me stuck in thought.

The referee held my arm up for a few seconds before giving me my titles. I placed them both over my shoulder as I just stood there again, this time drinking in the chants and screams of joy. I won, even though I had a busted lip, bloody knuckles, bruised ribs, and even maybe a concussion... I won. I just beat the best UFC fighter there was for his title.

This is has to be the greatest moment of my life, even if this wasn't the career I wanted in the beginning, this is my life and let me say I fucking love it. It brings me joy, happiness, excitement. It's a challenge everyday and each challenge is harder than the next.

And to think, all of this started with my dad training me how to fight and protect myself in his basement. And look at me now, I'm the first ever UFC and MMA women's champion to hold not only two championships but also a male championship. I even beat Ronda Rousey's winning streak, which..she didn't like so much. But hey, if she has a problem, she could just fight me and get her ass handed to her. Again.

After taking in the chants and cheers, I finally left the arena. The sound of people yelling and cheering became muffled as I walked further out and to my own locker room. The cold air hitting me in the face as soon as I stepped in the hallway to my room, its less crowded than usual. Usually the place would be filled with staff just running around. If I wasn't in such a hurry to get to my room, I would probably go investigate, not.

Once opening and closing the door, I threw the championships on my couch near by and just slid on the floor face first, groaning at the sharp pain coming from my ribs. That guy really fucked me up badly.

My eyes felt heavy, I couldn't fight it any longer so I let them shut. I just need to rest a bit before getting up to shower. I just wanted peace. But the sound of knocking interrupted that.

"Hey, vonna ? Yovanna? Nana? ANNA!? I know you in there bitch, open the damn door you cadela." The high pitched voice yelled at me through the door as the sound of the door knob rattling followed. That annoying high pitch voice that definitely sound like it belonged in Disney was my childhood best friend Eva. We met in Rio, Brazil when I first came with my father and twin sis. Eva was the only welcoming one there, the rest of the Brazilians was so rude, not because I was mixed...well..maybe, but it's because I was American. And Brazil was never the one to take kind on foreigners but not Eva, she clunged onto me since day one. She helped me learn Portuguese and the Brazilian culture. Ever since then we were like sisters, I forced her to move to America with me so I could start a career. My father made me join UFC while Eva started her own dancing company which fucking gain millions if I might add.

The sound of her yelling and banging on the door like a mad woman broke me out my thoughts and forced me to get up. My legs felt like jello, just being up caused my body to react poorly. I felt so much pain, my arms and legs wanted to give out but I pushed through it like I always do. Opening the door, I was greeted with a tackle combine with a hug and before I knew it, I was back on the floor. My poor ribs man..

"Oh my gawdd! You took forever to answer, I was this close of being dragged out by security but they know I would just slip out and run back to your room. Anyways, congrats on retaining your championship girl! You almost broke that guy's jaw.." She added which made me frown a bit. I'm glad I was able to beat one of the toughest guy in this joint but I didn't want to hurt him too bad. Hurting people so much to where they gotta go to the hospital was never my intention in this. But it always ended happening, I can never control my strength and I always end up badly hurting people, I went so far to end a girl's career last year...which earned me the nickname "The Serial Killer" or "The Goddess of distruction." My personal favorites was; "The sociopath of the century" and "The Devil's Daughter."

It was cool and all but me being the person I am, I always end up feeling guilty as hell. It was like I was playing god with people's lives and I fucking hated it.

Eva must've noticed my frown because she just simply squished my cheeks and pecked my bruised lips, which stunged like hell if I might add, before pulling me up from the floor. "Don't worry about it vonnie..I'm sure he's fine. Probably embarrassed that he got his ass kicked by a 5'7 girl...but fine." I just sighed deeply which was my only response.

"Don't worry about him, what you should worry about is showering because you smell like a football team. To think...a beautiful girl like you smell so damn bad." She pinched her nose with a disgusted look behind it, I didn't even bothering commenting, I just simply rolled my eyes at her harsh insult as I made my way to the shower. I don't think I smelled that bad but damn...she went a lil overboard with all of that.

30 minutes later

I finally stepped out the shower, I'm pretty sure I used up all the hot water by now but at least I'm clean and smell....fresh...? I was clean, super clean, let's just leave it at that.

Putting on my leggings and a hoodie, I walk out the bathroom only to spot Eva on my phone. "Hey did someone call or something?" I asked, peering over her shoulder which was a wrong move. She jumped violenty, hitting me in the face with own my phone. And yet she didn't even apologize...She just glared at me before answering my question.

Bitch...

"Yeah, it was some old dude named Vince mac-whatever. I told him you was in the shower so he told me to deliver a message...he wants you to join this place called WWE."

She said with a shrug of her shoulders, meanwhile I stood there completely dumbfounded. WWE?! Really?! The fucking place that caused my aunt's fucking career to downfall. She was so heartbroken once she was fired, no...she was heartbroken when she found out she was cheated on. She was actually pissed once she was fired or at least that's what I thought, even though she pretended to be fine..I knew she wasn't. She did things she never would of done and then..she overdosed. Her death hit everyone hard, it pushed my mom so far to commit suicide without no one to save her.

They want me to join? How could they want me? I mean I'm happy where I'm at. The pays good, the company let's me do whatever I want, fight who I want. Why would I leave?

Why would they even think I'll join their stupid company anyway. From what I heard, WWE was corrupted, toxic, and not to mention sexist as fuck. I see those divas they got there, plus almost everything in there was scripted meanwhile here, when I kick ass and win it's real. When I knock someone's tooth down their throat or break their nose till they are bleeding during our match..it's real. I want to say no but shit...being in WWE is a really great opportunity and is the only thing I have to remind me of my aunt.

Mix emotions began to clogged my head, part of me wants to tell Vince to fuck off but the other part wants to give in and say yes. What would my fans think? What would my coworkers think? I've been working in UFC for five years, I can't just abandon them to wrestle.. I would seem like a traitor or a sell out. This could ruin everything I worked so hard for. What about my titles? My championship run, how can I end that without ruining my winning streak?

I was so busy being in my head that I didn't even notice Eva getting up and approaching me only to slap me right in the face which was her attempt to bring me back to reality.

She just loves hurting me.

"Earth to vonnie. I would appreciate if you get out of your head and off your fat ass so we can go. I'm starving!" She grabbed ahold of my hand and just dragged me out the building. I followed behind with my bags in my hand but my thoughts still drowning my mind as I just continue thinking over everything. This is a awesome opportunity but this company was known to be toxic, let alone racist too. If I do join, I'm definitely going to make some changes in my contract with that company. Jesus..I might regret this but...I think I'm going to join WWE.

Notes;

Soooo, Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter but I want to clarify that the timeline is wrong on purpose. This story takes place in 2013-2014 when the shield dominated the wwe and when CM Punk, John Cena, and Daniel Bryan was against the authority. Ik Chyna died in 2016, just pretend she died in early 2013 for the sake of the story. Thanks! ❤

#fyp #wwe #mma #dean ambrose #original character #artwork #fanfic #roman reigns #seth rollins #becky lynch

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Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Sixteen = (Master Chapter List)

Jaune was still upon his bed, silent and immobile. His eyes closed as he allowed his mind wander, seeking the answers to the desires of his heart. He was finding little of use, but he continued on, searching for a direction to follow. As he continued to meditate, the final bell of the day sounded.

The instant the classes let out, Beacon's halls became choked with the crush of students trying to make their way to Training Room One. Word had passed through the student body, and not a single one wanted to miss Nikos and Adel going at it. One a champion and THE strongest of the first year combatants. The other, infamous in her own right, but arguably one of the strongest second years.

The conflict made all the juicer by the whispers that it was about a boy. It was made even more unreal when rumour mill finally made it know, who that boy was. Jaune Arc, the weakest and worst student in all the history of Beacon. Some scoffed at the notion, but it didn't dissuade them from trying to get a seat.

It didn't take long for the bleachers and the observation room to be filled to capacity, while on opposite sides of the central sparing ring, the two women in question faced each other.

Yang: As agreed. This is a SPAR! First to bring the other into the red wins. Are we synced?

Velvet: (Standing besides Coco) Yes.

Nora: (Standing next to Pyrrha) Yep.

Yang: Standard rules apply. You will give quarter if asked. Also, as agreed, I have the authority to stop this SPAR at any point I see fit. So you will listen to my instructions when given. Understood.

Pyrrha/Coco: Yes.

Yang: Everyone out of the ring. (Yang steps back out as the protective barrier is raised.) BEGIN!

Gianduja spun up as Pyrrha ducked to the side and covered herself with Akouo. A hail of dust rounds tore up the floor and slammed into Pyrrha's shield. She grunted from the impact of the absolute body shaking force, that threatened to push her backwards. Digging in her heels, she pushed forward, using a slight tilt of Akouo to deflect the rounds over straight-up blocking.

Coco adjusted her aim, but something felt off. It was like her weapon was heavier than it should be. She struggled to keep the stream of rounds aimed at Pyrrha, but she found herself deviating. Gritting her teeth, she pulled against the force that was pulling her aim off.

Still hunkered down behind her shield, Pyrrha inched forward, closing with her opponent. Seeing that Pyrrha was pushing to get into melee range, Coco activated her semblance, instantly increasing the power of her rounds. The sudden added intensity caused Pyrrha to waiver. Gritting her teeth, she pushed against her shield and dove to the side, out of the line of fire.

Coco twisted on her feet, pivoting about to bring the tidal wave of rounds to bear upon her opponent.

CLICK! CLUNK!

Coco: SHIT!

With the stream of rounds gone, Pyrrha launched herself forward, Milo in spear form chamber to strike. Dropping her more than likely jammed gun, Coco dodged to the side, moments before Pyrrha's strike could land. Rolling to her feet, Coco counter-attacked. Pyrrha weaved away from Coco's punches and swapped Milo to sword form. Using Akouo for cover, she spun about in a low slash.

Coco saw the rapidly approaching weapon and kicked out, catching the blade with the sole of her boot and surprisingly knocking it from Pyrrha's grasp. Even though she was shocked at the force Coco had delivered with that kick, Pyrrha didn't hesitate to let the force of that strike help reverse the rotation of her attack.

Coco staggered sideways as Milo skittered across the floor. The edge of Akouo having smashed into her side. Coco shook off the hit and threw a flurry of punches and kicks, forcing Pyrrha to dodge, weave and block. Spinning about, Pyrrha attempted to once again strike Coco with Akouo's edge, only to have the fashionista intercept the strike.

The force with which Coco latched onto Pyrrha's shield and then ripped it from her grasp was something she had not expected from Coco. As Akouo clattered across the ground, Pyrrha retaliated. Throwing her own combos of kicks and punches, that forced Coco to cover up.

Pyrrha knew now she was faster are probably more agile, while Coco was much more gifted in the physical strength department. But Pyrrha knew other things as well. Strength did little if you were on your back. So instead of continuing to throw strikes, Pyrrha pulled a shoot. Driving her shoulder into Coco's gut, Pyrrha scooped her legs and drove her backwards into the floor.

Pyrrha: (Raining blows down on Coco's covered up head) Someone like you shouldn't be anywhere near Jaune! You're a selfish, manipulative cunt! Why would someone as shallow as you ever notice someone like Jaune?

Coco knew she was steadily loosing aura, but she really didn't care at this point. She just had to fight back. To give as good as she got, and make sure the Invincible Girl remembered her. Thrusting up with her hips, she interrupted Pyrrha's storm of punches, and in that short moment Coco grabbed Pyrrha's flowing locks and dragged her head down into the path of an elbow.

Coco: Fuck you! You self-righteous coward! Pathetic simpering bitch!

The onlookers were rather shocked as the spar devolved into a full on cat-fight as the weapons were forgotten, and skills were abandoned. The two women now rolled about, hands tangled in each other's hair, fists falling and striking without precision, and screaming obscenities at each other.

Coco: I know what I did was fucking wrong, you cow! But at least I did something! I got his attention! I made him notice me! All the while you cowered in your little fucking corner like a pussy!

Pyrrha: You would know about pussy, wouldn't you! How many did you dive, dyke, before you found out you needed cock?

Coco: You fucking slut!

Somehow, both combatants managed to break free of the other and roll to their feet. Gasping for breath, they wasted not a second before latching on to each other again. Hands grabbing hair, and closing upon throats.

Yang: Enough! I'm stopping this spar!

Neither woman paid Yang a lick of attention, as they continued their assaults upon each other. With a wave of her hand, others rushed the ring, and forcibly separated the two. Even then, they continued to struggle, spitting vitriol at each other.

As the audience slowly filtered out, those left, team RWBY, CFVY and the remainder of JNPR stayed behind. Keeping the pair of enraged women as far apart as they could, physically.

Yang: (Struggling to held keep Pyrrha contained) We need Jaune! These two are not going to stop without him stepping in!

Nora: (Also assisting in keeping Pyrrha away from Coco) He should be in the dorm, right, Rennie?

Ren: (Trying unsuccessfully use his semblance to alleviate the pure rage in Pyrrha) Yes. He should be there.

Yang: Rubes! Go get Jaune!

Ruby moved away from those holding down Pyrrha and vanished in a blur of rose petals.

Yang: (Shouting over her shoulder towards the ground, trying to control Coco) We're getting Jaune!

Velvet: Is that even a good idea? They're fighting over him!

Yang: We have to try! When he gets here, Ruby can go for Goodwitch!

#rwby #jaune arc #coco adel #frenchroast #pyrrha nikos #arkos #Coco keeps turning Jaune into a WAIFU

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aninklingof · 2 years

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A Warrior’s Weakness

This is a fic inspired by this ask! Credit to “Scurry Anon” as I’m calling them for the the idea!

Lee! Wilbur, Ler! Technoblade— PLATONIC!!

Warnings: Swearing, mild panic attack

Enjoy! ❤️

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Wilbur charged forward with a loud war cry, his wooden sparring sword held high above his head. Technoblade quickly calculated the best counter the the attack, noting all of the possible weak points the brunette had foolishly left open. With one swift move he swept the man’s legs and effectively knocked him to the ground, pointing his own sword down at his twin with a smirk.

“I win again Soot,” Techno teased.

With a frustrated growl pushed himself up and chucked his sword into the dirt, kicking it before storming off toward the house.

The piglin hybrid stared blankly after the musician before shrugging and taking both swords back to the house. Wilbur was usually sour after losing a sparring match so he didn’t pay any mind to the small tantrum he threw.

As the day went along however, the man’s sulky mood lingered. He was unusually quiet, the normal humming or rhythmic tapping absent from his presence. He simply stared into the air in deep thought.

Finally Techno approached Wilbur, who was curled up under a tree with his face in his knees. The man sat down next to his brother and hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Nope, I’m fine.” He mumbled.

Techno snorted. “Bullshit. What’s eating you?”

“Nothing.” The brunette persisted.

“Wilbur, I’m serious. What’s wrong,” the hybrid pushed.

The other huffed in defeat. “It’s just— you’re so much stronger than me.”

“I train more than you.”

“I know, but even Tommy is starting to beat me. I feel weak.”

“You’re not though—“ Techno started, but was cut off.

“You don’t know that!” Wilbur exclaimed. “You’re ‘The Blade’, you’ve never had to worry about being weak!”

“That’s not true—“

“I’m watching everyone else get stronger and stronger while I’m still a weak little shit who can’t even beat his little brother!”

“Wilbur!” Techno raised his voice, silencing the hysterical man instantly. “You are not weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

“You’re—“ Wilbur sniffled “You’re just saying that.”

“It’s true. I’ve seen you fighting zombies and things to protect Tommy and Tubbo. You carried me back to the house the day I broke my leg too, remember? All on your own.”

“I remember,” Wilbur responded. “You were heavy as hell.”

“You still did it.” Techno smiled, taking the brunette’s shaky hands in his own calloused ones. “You’re also strong mentally, ya’know? You can solve puzzles faster than I can blink.”

The musician ducked his head shyly at the compliment and Techno took this as a sign to continue. “Also I do know what it’s like. To feel powerless and all that.”

“Really?”

“I wasn’t born as ‘The Blade’. I used to lose to Phil constantly. It pissed me off so bad,” the piglin said. “But Phil once told me that even the strongest warriors have their weaknesses.”

“I do have weaknesses. And so do you.” Techno stated. An idea suddenly came to him and he smirked. “For example—“

The piglin hybrid’s hands jumped to Wilbur’s sides quickly, squeezing up and down them repeatedly. The brunette squealed, bursting into loud, bright laughter.

“TEHE— Tehehehechno! Stahahahap! Noho tihihihickling!”

“Being ticklish could be counted as a weakness, albeit an adorable one,” Techno explained teasingly, spidering his fingers up to his brother’s ribs.

Wilbur arched his back at the feeling, pushing into the ticklish touches on accident and causing his laughter to climb an octave. “Plehehehease, Tehehech! N-nahahaha!”

“Are you enjoying this? That’s another possible weakness,” Techno continued dryly. “If an enemy starts to tickle you and you enjoy it, they’ll never let you go!”

“Stahahahap teheheheasing!!” The man giggled, his cheeks flushing bright pink.

“Teasing gets you too? Jeez, you’d better hope your opponent doesn’t find out about this or you’re a goner.” As the piglin spoke he tickled all up and down his twin’s sides and ribs, occasionally scribbling his tummy to hear him squeak before continuing.

“Yohohohou dihihihick! Ahahaha!” Wilbur laughed and laughed, never actually trying to stop the tickling over his torso.

Techno hummed. “You’d also better hope no one finds this spot,” he migrated his scratching on Wilbur’s sides to squeezing to his hips, making him cackle and squirm like a fish out of water.

“NAHA TEHEHECHNOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! MEHEHERCY!” At the plea for mercy Techno stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghostly tingles as the man regained his breath.

Once Wilbur’s residual giggles died off Techno spike again. “You feeling better now?”

“I am, yeah,” the musician smiled softly. “Thanks.”

“Of course, big man,” the piglin replied, throwing an arm over the other’s shoulder happily. “You wanna go team up on Toms?”

The brunette smirked at him. “Fuck yeah.”

Needless to say the rest of the afternoon was filled with childlike laughter and brotherly rivalry, of which Wilbur came out on top in the end. He felt pretty damn strong that day.

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#dsmp tickle #Lee! Wilbur #Ler! techno #tickle fic #dsmp #dsmp fic #Seans tickle fics

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