#this took a HUMONGOUS amount of time

[perlelune]

Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Tapping your pencil against your notebook, you curb the yawn threatening to spill from your mouth. 

Half an ear is leant to Professor Atkins as he drones on about asset allocation and private equity.

Econ classes aren’t usually the peak of excitement, but even less so when you’re sleepy from texting your crush from the late hours of the night until the early morning. 

It’s probably unwise. Your GPA’s been slipping a little. But you can’t help it.

Each time you get a message from Connor, butterflies swarm in your belly. The sweetness of his messages from last night hasn’t fully sunk in. You get heady just thinking about it.

Anika bumps your shoulder to nudge you awake. You gasp and bat your lashes in surprise, eliciting a round of hearty laughs from the students around you. 

You shrink beneath your professor’s disapproving scowl and mouth 'sorry', your face warming as you dip your head.

Your attention returns to your book, the words printed on the page collapsing into each other a befuddling heap. You’ve still got no idea how you’ll pass this class. You were told it’s important so you took it. 

Humongous mistake.

It’s becoming tougher for you to keep up with more elaborate concepts. And Professor Atkins speaks so fast. 

Your mind spins at the amount of information after each class, your own notes making little sense to you.

As your thoughts clamor, the back of your neck tingles with a peculiar sensation. 

You whirl from your seat.

When your eyes drift to the back of the lecture hall, they grow saucer-wide. 

Some guy with a head of thick, inky curls and a boyish face lowers his head the second his gaze crosses yours.

Your mouth parts in surprise. 

He doesn’t look back up as you study him from your seat next to Anika and Mindy, fumbling with his pen as his throat bobs.

You turn away, pouting your lips in confusion. 

You don’t know him, but his face bears vague familiarity.

Then you begin to wonder…was he looking at you before? 

It sure seemed like it. But how odd. Is there something on your face? How would he even notice at this distance?

Returning your scarce attention to the class, you discard the ephemeral weirdness.

You slump in your chair and wait for your professor to be done, stealing glimpses at your phone as you hope for more texts from Connor. 

When he turns off the projector and dismisses everyone, you practically leap from your chair. 

Anika and Mindy trade light jokes about your obsession with your phone as you stroll down the hallways. 

Your back prickles and you turn, your gaze landing near the water fountain where that guy from before is chatting with Chad. 

Realization dawns over you. You’ve seen him hang around Chad a few times…but the two of you have never spoken. 

"Who’s that?" you ask Mindy, slanting your head sideways in the most inconspicuous way you can manage. 

She shakes her head in response. 

"Just that nerdy kid who’s rooming with my brother. He’s kind of made him his pet project. Why?"

So he’s Chad’s roommate. The familiarity makes sense now. Strangely though, you don’t think he’s uttered a word to you since the year began. 

"Ah, nothing," you dismiss. 

But Mindy doesn’t relent, letting go of her girlfriend’s hand to grab your shoulder. 

"He wasn’t weird to you, was he?" she says, glowering at Ethan from a distance.

A sigh leaves your lips. Mindy’s uniquely mistrustful of anyone new in the friend group. In fact, she even investigated Anika when they started dating. It speaks to the power of love that those two are still together despite Mindy’s suspicious nature. 

Though you surmise that considering everything she, her twin brother and Tara went through…it makes sense for new people to set her on edge.  She showed you her stabbing scar once, memorabilia of that awful night. She told you of the nightmares afterwards. 

Mindy’s the toughest, most badass girl you’ve ever met.

The fact that a glint of fear lingers in her brown orbs whenever she mentions it speaks volumes.

You shrug. 

"No, I think he was just looking at me. I’m just not sure why though."

Arching a brow, she chortles. 

"Oh, don’t worry about it." She leans over you to whisper. "Ethan’s probably never seen a girl up close before…if you catch my drift."

You soak in that information with a nod, heat rising in your cheeks at her implication. You’re not that experienced yourself, even if you try to carry yourself with confidence most of the time. 

Discreetly, you swipe another peek at him. He’s laughing at one of Chad’s jokes it appears. 

So curly-haired guy’s name is Ethan.

You make a mental note of it. He’s cute, in a puppy dog kind of way. Not your type though. You prefer your men a bit more…seasoned. 

Ethan’s got more than a few seasons to go before you look at him that way. 

Still, he seems nice and way more organized than you are, like he actually understood the gibberish pouring out of Professor Atkins’ mouth…words that might as well be a foreign language to you. 

A nerd, Mindy jested, as in a guy who’s probably way smarter than you. 

Potential life raft amidst the sea of confusing Econ concepts currently drowning you. 

Anika’s airy tone tugs you away from your inner ramblings. 

"You’re still coming to the OKB party, right?" 

A proud smile drags your lips skyward. "Yeah, I even bought a sexy nurse costume."

Anika cocks her head and squeezes your shoulder. 

"Babe, you have to walk away from the male gaze eventually, free yourself of the shackles of patriarchy."

You confine a laugh at the dramatic hand she spreads over her chest and Mindy’s approving nod. 

You chew on your bottom lip apologetically. "Yes but…Chad said Connor will be there and my boobs look great in that costume."

"Unbelievable," Anika huffs in surrender. 

Mindy beams at you, "As your friends…we support however slutty you want to dress."

"Thanks," you chuckle. 

More banter ensues and you smile at their antics. An idea surges in your head and you decide to let them know you’ll catch up with them later. 

You wave your friends goodbye and focus on your new mission.

When you pivot, your eyes dart about the hallway.

After gulping a deep breath, you take firm strides to the water fountain. 

"Hey," you chime once you’re in front of him.

It’s straight up comical the way his brown eyes bulge in astonishment, his thick brows grazing his hairline. You find yourself endeared as he steals glances around himself, as if uncertain you’re actually addressing him and not someone else. 

He points at his chest. "Y-You’re talking…to me?"

A sweet laugh unleashes from your lips. "Who else, silly?" You tilt your head, scrutinizing him. You note that he’s taller than you thought up close and that a few freckles spatter his face. You have to crane your head up a bit to look him in the eye. "Ethan, right?"

He searches your face before replying, that same disbelief painted on his features. "You know my name?"

"Yes. Mindy told me," you say honestly. 

You see no reason to pretend. He’s Chad’s roommate. You’re friends with Mindy and Anika. While you never got around to chatting with him before, he’s not a complete stranger. You’re part of the same friend group, after all.

"Mindy told you…about me?" A blend of awe and skepticism color his inflection. 

As he gapes at you, you elect to jump straight to your purpose. 

"Ethan…" When you step forward, your chest almost brushing his, Ethan’s Adam apple moves up and down. Pink dusts his cheeks. His eyes bounce as if he’s trying to not stare below your chin. You nibble on your bottom lip and hold his gaze. "I really don’t know how to ask this but, do you think I could borrow your notes? I really struggle w-"

"Yes. Of course. Yes."

His eager, instant reply broadens your smile. "Cool."

He scratches the back of his neck, hesitation coating the air before he blurts out, "I could even tutor you…" When your mouth parts in surprise, he rushes to add, "I mean, only if you want." Ethan’s eyes find the floor before meeting yours again, his face even more flushed than before. "I’m sure you’re so busy, with cheerleading and everything."

Your wide-eyed gaze rests upon him. 

"You know I cheer?"

He clears his throat. "I went to support Chad. I saw you…in passing." He mutters under his breath. "You looked so pretty in your uniform." As he gets a glimpse of your dumbfounded expression, Ethan waves his hand in front of himself defensively. "I swear I’m not a pervert or anything."

Tilting your head sideways, you blink at him.

You wonder why he’s so flustered when he did nothing wrong.

Cheerleaders are there for…well bring cheer. The looks you get in your tiny skirt and short top bear heavily on your skin during matches, but you’ve grown used to it. 

Guys look at girls wearing cute outfits all the time. You have no reason to make him feel bad for watching when it’s the very point of the eye-catching getup and choreography. 

"It’s okay. I believe you." Ethan’s shoulders slump when you reassure him. You shoot him a bright grin. "Let’s exchange socials."

Embarrassment creeps on his boyish features. 

"I…don’t really use social media."

"Oh. Numbers then?"

You save his contact under 'cute nerd Ethan', chuckling to yourself at the moniker. As you pivot to leave, you halt in your tracks.

"Hey, Ethan?" you call softly.

He straightens his back and swallows. "Yeah?"

"Thanks," you say.

You give him your sunniest, most sincere smile. He goes statue-still at the sight, eyes bulging, but no other word leaves his gaping mouth. 

There’s a pep in your step as you stroll away, relief fluttering through you. It gladdens you that you were right about Ethan.

He’s just a sweet guy. A nice guy. 

And now, not only did you just gain a tutor but possibly even a new friend. 

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #dark!ethan landry #scream vi #scream vi fanfic #ethan landry x you #scream #scream 6 #ethan landry x bimbo!reader

[kurogxrix]

Fire Drill

Dad!Ao’nung x Sully!reader

IN WHICH yours and Ao’nung’s son is killed during Quaritch’s attack, but your family is here to help you pick up the pieces.

WC: 3.3k

warnings: ANGST, grief of a son and a brother, death, violence and gory injuries.

2 years. The little amount of time that you had been given before Quaritch and his team came to wreak havoc amongst your family once more. It seemed like your parents killing him once had not been enough, because his appearance made him look hungry for another death. Though you were all happy now, far away from the menace of his heavy ammo and the menacing gun that was slung upon his shoulder. 

The first few weeks of living within the Metkayina had been so hard for you and your family. Between Lo’ak and Kiri being treated far worse for having human features, and the hard time you and your mother were having with fitting in with their traditions. The Tsahik had not been any softer on you despite the mistreatment that your family already faced. She despised your family of ‘demons’ and probably your mother too because she was affiliated and had children with one. 

Your siblings and you had found comfort within the presence of the sweet Tsireya and Rotxo. Neteyam and yourself often found yourselves laughing quietly at your obviously in-love brother. Though you couldn’t make fun of him for too long, because you too had started developing something for the local Metkayina bully. 

Something about his arrogance just made him so annoying yet attractive. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he would tease you unrelentingly. Nevertheless, you just couldn't let anyone know of your silly crush for now, because if it fell upon the ears of the future olo’eyktan, you knew that he’d never let you live it down. Weeks had passed and your interest towards the boy could only grow more and more as the days passed by.

Though now, only with the teasing remarks of your family. Neteyam was always known for the keen eye that your mother had passed down to him, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the longing stares that you would send the rude boy. Long story short, he told Lo’ak and your little brother and his humongous mouth just couldn’t keep shut. To say that your mother was disappointed in your choice of men was an understatement, but she had allowed herself to fall in love with the person that she had wanted, so why couldn’t you? 

Jake was…shocked to say the least. You had never audibly expressed your interest in any boy back at home, and here you were now. Though he knew that there was nothing that he could do to stop his 18 year old daughter from pursuing her heart's desires, because he had done so with Neytiri. 

Your sisters had a calmer approach about the subject, rather asking you about it during some private gossip session that you had with them. 

So after many months of hidden admiration spent, you still wondered how you had managed to end up under him in the middle of the forest behind their homes. Far from reach of everyone else, in the middle of the Metkayina mating grounds. His chests heaved up and down as he regained his breath, staring down at you with his stern lustful gaze. 

An accidental confession and two young adults on the run from prying eyes was all it took for the both of you to run off and bond before eywa, queues intertwined with the feeling of love running thick through both of your veins. You’d laugh at yourself months ago if you had told yourself that you even had a chance with Ao’nung, but here you were now, mated for the rest of your lives. 

The walk of shame felt rewarding in some way the next day, you had proved to Ronal and Tonowari that you feared them not, even if it meant being bonded to their son. Now you were all family, if they wanted it or not. Ao’nung and you had moved into your own private marui, and you were shoved into your mother’s loving embrace one last time as you packed your things and moved into your new home. Everything was perfect at first, a feast was soon established for the news of your mateship, and soon came another for the news of your bearing. 

A baby, conceived through the love that you both shared. The endless nights that you both spent hidden away from the rest of the world, tightly squeezed in each other’s embrace as you slept the night off. Many were unaccepting at first, a demon hybrid and their future olo’eyktan? How absurd. But soon everyone calmed down, and time passed faster than you would’ve liked it to. 

-

Fires spread throughout the whole village, heavy flames engulfing the beautiful village in its soaring arms. When you arrived back at shore, your heart was already void of all emotions. You felt as though it was bleeding, and the death of your brother felt like the knife that poked through the midst of it. You wanted it to burn with anger towards the sky people for taking your younger brother’s life, but you just couldn’t feel anything. 

The brother that you had watched being birthed, cleaned and placed wailing into your young arms had been violently taken before you. It was unfair, but he was in a better place now, away from the cruelty of this world. You couldn’t imagine how your parents felt, losing their first son before their very own eyes. How guilty your little brother must've felt for everything. Though you forced your sorrows away because you had a family of your own to attend to. 

Your son was still with his caretaker, and your mate probably had wounds that needed tending. Suddenly, the acrid scent of burning hit your nostrils, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. The fumes entered through your lungs like the much wanted air, and exited like the carbon that you would need to exhale. 

Your yellow eyes shone a warm amber colour as your eyes were strained amongst the fiery scene before you. The flames engulfed the stretching material of the maruis, spreading at an undying pace. You were frozen in your spot as you watched the fire turn your homes into remainders of what once was. Your mind raced as you imagined the worst of all scenarios. 

You flinched upon contact, elbowing hardly whoever had just grabbed you by the elbows. You turned around to meet their eyes, distress swirling in your very own. Ao’nung nearly fell back at your unwanted assault, huffing as you elbow left quite the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Not the good kind of feeling. He looked at you before reaching for you once more, though you were unresponsive to his touch. 

Once the smell of burning reached his nose, his attention was completely retracted from your frozen form. He suddenly urged forwards, grabbing your hand harshly into his as he ran towards the maruis. He ran faster than he had ever done, because there was a nagging feeling of fear lodged deep inside his heart. 

You could feel your heart physically stop as you arrived in front of your shared marui, the stretchy material of your home now falling apart under effect of the burning. What scared you the most was the silence. As much as it pains you to say, you would’ve rather heard the painful yells of your baby than the wavering silence. 

Without hesitation, Ao’nung entered the marui first. He had little to no reaction as a piece of burning material from the roof fell ungracefully over his arm, leaving a small and ugly mark behind. Him halting in his steps was enough to bring you back to life and rushing to the scene besides him.

Though the sight before you was what no mother would ever wish to see. The woman that was once protecting your son now laid lifeless besides the weaved crib that was made from dried sea plants. The smell of death was atrocious, and you had immediately known that she had not died due to the unfortunate fires. She had been murdered by those sky demons. 

You had no care nor time to turn her around to investigate her cause of death. Though you were happy that you didn’t see the violent wound that ran down her back, a long cut that passed from the top to the bottom of her spine. Her blood seeped to the floor and tainted the material, and you could only wish then that it wasn’t Aytan’s, your son. 

She was bare and open from the back for anyone to see if they dared to flip her around. You were glad that you didn’t need to, because the sight of her guts spilling all over your feet would’ve surely made you regurgitate your meal all over her mutilated body. 

Instead your eyes panned for painfully long on your son that laid still in his crib. Void of any movement or life, you felt as though now you would puke. 

His skin was cursed with burn marks that overtook nearly half of his body. He looked so miserable and even if he was still alive at the moment, you would wonder if saving him would do him any good. The once soft baby skin now looked roughy and flaky. 

He was still so small that he could barely fit into the two palms of his father’s hands, but he was big enough to fit perfectly in your smaller ones. 

Perfectly safe and healthy in his mothers embrace is where he should’ve been right now, not like this. 

You looked over to Ao’nung for some unreasoned confirmation that your son was truly dead, but he wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, his lifeless eyes hovered over the charred child that laid innocently in his crib. He couldn’t even make a move to grab the baby, because he was frozen in anguish.

You couldn’t even remember when you had started crying, or when your cries had turned into desperate sobs and prayers towards Eywa. You couldn’t even remember when Ao’nung’s family had found the both of you safe and sound into the marui that once called a home, now in shambles beneath your feet. All you remembered was grasping your son with all force that you had left and praying to the Great-Mother down on your knees, and the painful tears that rolled down your husband’s cheeks.

Though there weren’t more than 3 tears that he had shed, it was 3 too much. He wouldn’t have cried if those damned demons didn’t follow your family here, but yet there he was. He too couldn’t even remember when his mother had embraced him, but she had done so. 

There were so many things that the both of you had regretted not doing on that night. Like staying back to protect your son by yourselves. You both resented yourselves for the fact that the last time the both of you would ever hold him this way would be at his funeral, followed by your brother’s. 

-

Everything was quiet since that night, at least for you. It was too much loss for your fragile heart to comprehend all at once. Was your brother’s death not enough, have they had to take your innocent son’s life as well. Your poor son that had just been presented to the clan

You were scared. Scared of so many things that you could not control. You feared what Ao’nung thought of you, did he hate you for not being there with you son? Maybe if you were, you could’ve protected him unlike the incompetent babysitter that you had left him with. No, you shook your head from those nasty thoughts. It was wrong of you to think ill of that woman, she had been present with your son until her unfortunate death. 

Your fears turned into trepidation as your husband made his way towards you, a plate of fish in his wobbly hands. 

Ao’nung was so angry at many things. He was angry at himself for not being there with his son. He felt mad at the poor woman for not having the ability to protect his innocent son. Though most of all, he felt vexed at you for freezing up on that day. He told himself that perhaps if you had not taken so much time to snap back to your senses, your son would somehow still be here.

He knew that it was wrong of him to think like this, he knew that even if you had acted faster, his son would still be laying unresponsive at his return. He knew that feeling angry at his innocent wife was wrong, that none of this had to do with you being at fault. He hates himself for having these unwanted feelings and thoughts, and at times Ao’nung truly wishes that he could silence his subconscious. 

He hated himself for internally blaming you even after watching you drown in remorse. Even after watching you sob over your dead son’s frail body. And even though it had been hours since the funeral of your brother and son, your tears still ran freely on your delicate cheeks.

They stained your dark skin and they strained your eyes that could do nothing to stop the flow. Ao’nung felt his guilt triple in size as he sat next to you, your body instinctively shaking as he engulfed you in his warm embrace. For he had always been your pillar of reconfort and the person that you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable within. 

He hushed you gently as you sobbed into his arms, his heart shattering once more as you cried to him. You were unsoothable but he hadn’t complained once, instead he gave you the comfort that you seeked so much. You felt guilty too, because you were not the only person going through grief. Who would be there to comfort Ao’nung when you were crying in his embrace?

Though when you made your worries audible, he was quick to shut them down. He wanted to be strong for you, for his family and mostly for himself. He told you not to worry, that he was okay as long as you were and soon your insecurities of him hating you vanished through the soft breeze. Ao’nung didn’t hesitate to remind you of how strong your love was and that you’d both get through it.

You both slept with heavy hearts at night, unable to close your aching eyelids until they fell on their own with exhaustion. His arms never left your form and you slept with your head on his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his beating heart.

-

You felt jealous at first, heart black and full of envy as you watched young mothers with their children. Hell, even the older mothers made your heart clench with resentment. And though you knew it was selfish of you to despise mothers for simply existing, there was little that you could do to make the feeling go away. 

You couldn’t face the sight of the young children that trudged behind their mothers and soon it began affecting your Tsahik performances. How could you heal children and mothers and assist labourers when you couldn’t even stand the sight of them anymore. 

It was unfair, so unfair for everyone but you knew that it was the way that life went. You knew that you couldn’t keep on closing yourself off like this, that you had to be accepting of what had happened and face reality. 

So accepting was what you had done. Slowly by slowly, you have started rebuilding your life with the help of people around you. Your mother was the most understanding person, because she had lost so much already. She had lost her son just as you had, but she had never once reprimanded you for grieving. She had never forced you to speak up to her, she had never resented you for feeling the way you did.

You had learnt that it was not the end of the world, and that one day you’d be better, you’d all be better. Neteyam and Aytan’s death were not in vain, for the Great-Mother always had a plan for everyone. If it was her will, then so be it, there was nothing that you could do to undo what was done anyways. 

Tuk had been the sweetest girl during that moment, and it never failed to bring tears in your eyes at how understanding she was. She was so young and you were sad that a part of her youth was taken away from her because of this ongoing war. 

You could never thank your brother and father enough for being there for you despite the guilt that weighed them down, pushing so hard that they could only bear to stand on their knees.

Though solace could only work in both ways, and you were just as there for them as they were there for you. Aytan was just as much their family member as Neteyam was, and they were allowed to grieve the loss of your son as well. It took time for you all to find peace within this feeling of forfeiture, but you all knew that one day, things would be okay. 

-

You watched as Ao’nung made his way towards his people, a prideful smile adorning his face as his gaze turned to you. His eyes were full of adoration as he stared at you, then to the little bundle of joy and baby fat that was lying comfortably in his arms. 

He stood before his people clad in his traditional clothes that were used during feasts and announcements of this type. 

The child in his arms stirred awake at the disturbance, whining slightly for her mother. The sound reached your ears and for a second you worried for your daughter, but you knew that nothing bad could happen to her as long as she was in her father’s arms. 

The child's stomachs growled loudly for a second and you had to bring your hand in front of your mouth to stifle your laughter. She had just been fed a few minutes before this and yet her hunger caught up to her once more. A trait that she had acquired from his father, you had to cook 3 times your own fish portion to properly feed his warrior’s stomach. 

Ura was a child that would soon grow to walk on clumsy legs, a child that was yours. Though a part of yourself was gone forever, tearing a piece of your heart along with it. You knew that the pain of losing your first child would never really go away, but you'd always have your family to help you get through it. You had a wonderful mate, that you relied your entire life within his hands, and a family that knows the ways past your heart. 

You watched as Ao’nung raised your 3 weeks old daughter into the air, her chubby little arms raising in amusement. The sound of her name pierced through your ears and soon the chants began to fill your heart with joy and pride. You couldn’t help the warm smile that overtook your features as you watched your daughter being presented to the entire clan, your family close behind you. 

Your mother held a hand over her chest, where her heart was. Her smile mirrored yours and the pride on her face could compete versus the one that she felt when you were the one being shown to her clan. Your father and siblings were close to her. Lo’ak now shone with new tribal tattoos, ones similar to yours as they dipped from his chin and all the way down his leg. 

His mateship with Tsireya was soon made public, and you felt a pang in your heart when you knew that you couldn’t tease him about it with Neteyam anymore. Though you swallowed your sorrows, feeling happy for your baby brother. Your sister in law stood besides your brother, her eyes glued to her newborn niece. A child that she knew that she just absolutely would spoil when she would learn to stand on her own feet. 

Perhaps things would get hard at times, and the reminiscences of your son would be permanent, but you had a loving family that would always help you fill the void. 

-

#aonung x reader #aonung #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #aonung oneshot #avatar #aonung angst #angst #sully!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x sister!reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #lo’ak x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #avatar 2 #atwow #aonung x y/n #avatar angst #jake sully x reader

[heartfullofleeches]

hungry for titus & executioner reader. insane even. i bet my left lung titus was lying nude in the table with his cock hard in all its glory. was it the anticipation of potentially being brutally defiled by his "angel" executioner? or was it the cold air hitting his body? who knows.

do you think his fantasies of being violated by executioner interfere with his work? or is he diligent enough to not let it get in the way? would he let down an entire nation/empire just for his darling? did he fall head over heels before or after employing his darling?

i also love the concept of executioner with HUMONGOUS amounts of bloodlust, it's as equal and if not more than titus' libido. just straight up sadistic executioner — who relishes the screams, the cries, and the whines of their victims — it's music to their ears. and you wanna know what? they're also hysterical & weird. laughing out of immense satisfaction of violating their prey, drooling at the thought of skinning & carving their next victim. and they giggle — so much — when they present their bloody gift to titus. "i got'cha a little gift, master!"

speaking of their master, they are eternally grateful for them — for granting them the liberty to fulfill their selfish desires. it's two birds with one stone to them, harming people in the name of their desires, and harming people in the name of titus. despite their gratification and loyalty to the great tyrant, their view of each other is still not equal. like our cold executioner, they will do anything for their lord, but titus' offer of allowing them to ravage them, it's over the line.

i love them a normal amount your honor

That's a fun idea, but I wanna stick with cold Executioner Reader for the time being. I'm all for sadistic darlings, but I like what Executioner has going on now. An emotional stunted, husk of a person. Killing comes as natural as breathing to them. They can't sleep without the sound of screams to keep them company, they can't eat or accept gifts without their prize feeling earned. They hold more loyalty to their post than their ruler which is why they willfully follow Titus after he slaughtered their previous employer.

Titus develops a bit of a savior complex when it comes to them as he hopes to break this mentality at least to the point where they are accepting of his love. Dresses them in the finest attire, feeds them foods that are probably a shock to their senses compared to the bland filth their former ruler fed them. Tried to give them their own bedroom, but after finding Titus in their bed one night they solely stick to the dungeon floors. Really only uses the autonomy he gave them to reject his advices.

did he fall head over heels before or after employing his darling?

I'd say he fell for them somewhere between their imprisonment and their eventual promotion to Executioner. While other members of their ruler's guard attempted to fight against Titus hostile take over, Executioner Reader sat back and watched as Titus beheaded their master. He found them a little dull, but upon being captured is where they got interesting. If there's one thing the Executioner despises it's being in chains. Took out a fair chuck of Titus' fleet for the crime of attempt to put them in chains.

Titus figured they'd be an excellent pet after realizing they'd follow along obediently on the condition they weren't strapped in iron. He began to fall for them after barring witness to their expertise with a blade and their closed off nature. He thought it'd be fun to break them out of their shell. The executioner's rejection was the first he faced in some time and while he'd normally have anyone who refused his generous offer killed - he saw them as a challenge. Overtime his kind gestures to get them to warm up to them became more genuine as his curiosity got the better of him. Had his Executioner ever truly smiled? Had they known the joy of laughter and other similar feelings? If they hadn't - he wanted to be the only one capable of giving them such wonders. That was a prize of its own. One of the greatest he could possibly obtain. It took him a while to realize and understand his love for them, but his guard caught on quick.

do you think his fantasies of being violated by executioner interfere with his work? or is he diligent enough to not let it get in the way? would he let down an entire nation/empire just for his darling?

This is Titus we're talking about. Bro will drop entire events so he can take care of himself because he got horny over a memory of Executioner Reader bringing him the heart of a traitor. If the matter had dire importance he'll try to hold off on his urges, but he'll be grump about it all the way through and immediately seek Executioner Reader's warmth afterwards. It's less of a matter of would he let down something else for them and more when he'll do it.

#yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere emperor #Titus my oc

[pieroulette]

FIVE KITTENS + ONE = CAN I BE YOUR KITTEN TOO?

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER

SUMMARY as a lifelong and dedicated anti-kitten, you didn't expect that looking after your older sister's cat shop was a downright bliss—but shock is an underestimation when a human incarnation of a kitten appeared before you, slowly blinking at you with it's boba eyes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE cough cough.. the amount of 'kitten' titles in my jw oneshots 😗 also a celebration for 1000+ followers! :D

cats. kittens. endless purring. being smothered with adorableness was beyond your limit to function properly. okay, you take back your words that you hate kittens. you love them, you absolutely love them.

how can someone blame you for initially despising kittens though? when you've seen nothing but wicked kittens glaring at you down and hissing with their creepy arching back, you swore that was a tight stare down as you tried to escape it's wrath.

but how horrendous it is that your sister had been gatekeeping you from her heavenly kittens (not really), you had a week off from your devil of a boss and got to visit your sister after awhile.

unfortunately, she had matters to settle for two weeks and had to travel to another state which is miles away and had asked for you to look after her cat shop. being the anti-kitten you are, you smashed her request with a humongous imaginary hammer.

but it's safe to say that you've been bribed by a ticket to your favourite kpop idol's concert, immediately falling on your knees and praying enormously to your older sister's smug looking statue.

goosebumps initially riled over your arms, neck, legs, let's just say your entire soul when you pushed open the shop's screen door. you expected the vile creatures inside to immediately hiss and devour you but to your utter shock, they smothered you with kisses!

so here you are now, on your fifth day of nothing but utter bliss with your babies. thumbing through the pages of the magazine you took under the shelf after feeding the kittens, some of them finished early much to your amusement and quickly went to your side. oh what kind of merits have you done in your previous life to receive such adorableness?

contented, you fell into deep slumber with the kittens on your lap.

the bell rang, signifying a person's arrival—your ears failed to catch the sound of the footsteps as you were deep in your dreamland of hopping along on the puffy clouds with the kittens

"hm?" the person putted his palms on his knees as he lowers himself a tad bit to gain a closer look to your face. fixing his posture back, he roamed around the shop—sticking his finger in the cages as he cooed at the purring kittens.

humming to himself as he took a seat on one of the chairs, taking his time as he thumbed through his social media, and reading his groupchat's texts—replying back before his reflected boba eyes lifted on your slumber form, his eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinks at you.

your eyes shot wide open for no particular reason, groaning as you fell asleep for more than you need. your head throbbing as you clasped it, looking around for your kittens until your sleepy eyes fell on—huh—you rubbed your eyes and squinted hard at the humongous cat before you, why the heck is it so big and tall? and why does it have a hoodie on with pants, cats aren't suppose to wear one, don't they?

"hi."

d-did it just say hi to you? the realisation sank into your sleeping soul as you screamed at the humongous kitten sitting on the chair across you. "fuck! why are you so big!" the rest of the kittens on your lap flew to the air, surprised by your sudden raise of voice.

the humongous kitten's boba eyes ogled at your chosen words, frozen at the spot as it stuttered terribly.

wait?! did you accidentally feed one of your kittens way too much? holy shit—what are you supposed to do now? did you just raise a titan that would devour the entire world? oh my god—oh wait— it isn't a... cat tho?

oh. it's a boy. not a kitten. oh shit, how seriously embarrassing is this?! stuttering in a low tone. "uh, welcome. is there anything i can help you with?"

an awkward silence engulfed the room before the boy burst out into an adorable giggle, his cheeks growing like a puffing steamed bun as he raised his fist up to his lips. his boba eyes crinkling into glowing crescents which had you screaming in your mind—holy shit, why there's a cute guy here?!

"you must have a really nice dream to think that i was a kitten." his voice laced with giggles shoot Cupid's arrow to your rampant heart.

"u-uh, i don't know?" you pressed your lips tight awkwardly.

"i thought you said you hate kittens though?"

your eyes widened in pure shock, with your fangirling mode switching into ultra protection mode. "huh, how did you know! wait, are you a stalker?!"

"woah, woah. chill, a bit? i got to hear it from your sister, she told me—"

"wait you know my sister?"

"yeah, i'm her friend. and she called me awhile ago if i could check on you for some reasons."

your eyes sparkled upon the quick speed of your realisation, clasping your hands together as you reminisce the glowing aura of your sister. "was she worried about my me?"

"no. she was worried you're going to bury the kittens."

"ugh, never mind." you rolled your eyes before the shattered holy image of your sister, internally screaming at her for doubting your clean-ass reputation. your neck grew goosebumps when you realise the boy still had his boba orbs fixated on you.

"w-what you looking at?" your eyes darted all around the space before swaying your hand before the bot. "shoo shoo!"

he burst into another giggle once again, amused. "seriously, you're still treating me like a kitten. for your information, the proper name is mr. yang. kindly call me that, instead of shoo shoo, will ya?"

"okay, mr. yang! how long did my sister exactly ask for you to be here?" you frowned, "i assume that checking on me means going after two minutes of being here, so what are you still doing here?"

"ouch, getting rid of me so quick?"

"if that's what you'd like to hear, then yes."

"god." his low voice gave goosebumps to you for the nth time. "give me a break, i just got back from work. tired, you know?" jungwon stood up, and the kittens on the floor grabbed onto his pants—climbing utterly fast till his hips. "plus the kittens seems to like me, don't you think?"

"i had no idea what my sister fed them to the point they're unbelievably comfy with people, actually. So don't get too high on yourself." nonchalantly replying you did as you observe the kittens, or maybe him.

"nah, the kittens surely likes me." his eyelashes fluttered up along his boba eyes to look at you. "but how about you?" mischievous smirk adorning his soft pink lips along with his boba eyes gazing deep into your soul. w-what the heck is he pulling with such good freaking looks?!

"u-uh?"

"i was asking if you like me too," jungwon lifted the kitten, pressing a gentle kiss on its head with his eyes still on you. "cause you've been blushing for quite awhile now."

"ha! that was the heat, you got really some awful tendencies to flirt with people you just met huh?" you scoffed as you brushed the kittens back with the hairbrush. "just like these little fellas."

"however.. cats don't ease up easily to people they don't particularly like." jungwon pouted in a playful manner, carrying the kittens in his arms as he slowly approached you. "cats also know very well who they want."

your cheeks flushed into an utter mess, looking away from his once adorable boba eyes that held the melody of a siren. he stopped before your sitting form, lowering himself down as he slowly placed the purring kitten on your lap.

"i don't know your name yet, mind telling me?"

"we're not friends, why would i?"

he pouted immensely, as he patted the kitten on your lap. "how cruel, well then. can i be your friend?"

"no thanks."

smirking he did as he gestured his index finger at the kittens. "then.. one, two— three, four—"

"counting for what?" you raise your eyebrow suspiciously. "if you're thinking to steal them, then scrap the idea."

"five." he hummed in utter delightment, "i'm actually counting how many kittens you had on your lap right now."

you had no idea what this cat-like boy were up to, that mischievous smirk never leaving his lips had you feeling so many things.

placing his chin on his palms, "ah. since you don't want me to be your friend, then.. since there's five kittens here, I wonder if i can be your kitten too?"

your cheeks heated up with his choice of words, your mind scrambled over whether he had gone insane. "w-what are you—"

whatever you're about to say though had gone to ashes, as you caught onto his boba eyes slowly blinking at you, his cheeks blooming into pink shade as his lips pulling up into another mischievous smirk. "the name's jungwon just so you have a name to call whenever you want me."

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[iamasaddie]

hard to be soft, tough to be tender

paring: Joel Miller x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit (eventually) word count: 2,8k (a fucking lot for a fucking prologue but whatevs) summary: desperation was never a good advisor, and yours led you to find yourself as a wery special person among Joel Miller's Birds. You'd have to see for yourself if you had what it takes to live up to the status, and in the meantime Joel'd take care of you. // Joel Miller is a pimp and you need money, that's it. No intrigue. a/n: I am a clown and that's fine. I swore off writing a series and here I am. Writing a series. We'll see how it goes. Make sure to tell me what you think about this little thing I banged out after work! Humongous thanks to @lumoverheaven for proofreading it <3 and a shout out to my discord birds for supporting my silly ideas, I love y'all! warnings (for the series): dub-con(ish); explicit sexual content; Reader is described as bony and malnurished (hungry, duh); sex work; fingering; both protected and unprotected PinV; 69; FMF; oral sex (for everybody); ass play; unprotected anal sex; sex toys; dirty talking; might be something else who knows; NO USE OF Y/N warnings (for the chapter): nothing explicit, it's just a prologue PIMP!Joel masterlist

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪʀʟ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

3, 7, 13. 

You counted the ration cards in your hands for what felt like a thousandth time but the amount hasn’t changed. What the fuck were you supposed to do with thirteen ration cards? It was barely enough to get a hot plate for tonight, not nearly close to the amount you needed to pay for the shitty room in the rat-infested apartment you’ve been renting. The words of your landlord, a bulky man with bad skin and foul breath, flashed in your mind. “You get me a hundred by the end of the day or don’t bother to come back. I mean it.”

A hundred. You would have to work every job you could get, doing the nastiest tasks imaginable, to get that amount. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t enough people to give you a job as they gave your bony, malnourished body a once over. Most of the tasks would need some sort of strength, or skill. You had neither. 

As the tears slipped from your tired eyes you thought that crying was the only thing you were good at. You wiped your cheeks with anger, counting crumpled papers again.

3, 7, 13. 

Fuck. 

“Not enough, huh?”

A voice above you made you shiver. You hadn’t noticed a towering figure of a man behind you looking over your shoulder. You were surprised he even was there. ‘There’ being a dimly lit narrow alleyway where you occupied a perfectly dirty wet sidewalk which you had thought you’d have to call your home for the foreseeable future.

“I’m sorry, what?” 

You didn’t hear what the man said, and when you looked up at him your fingers continued the counting movement.

“I said it’s not enough, right? Never enough rations no matter how hard you work.”

A broken street light flickered, lighting up the face of your unlikely companion as he took a seat next to you on the pavement. You looked closely at the person in front of you. In the new world, it was pointless to guess the age, all people looked older. Already at twenty, you had forty-year-old eyes. But the man in front of you could be a little over forty, maybe 45. He was tall, even when he was sitting on the same level as you. His figure seemed massive, intimidating, even despite the relaxed shoulders covered with a simple denim shirt. You sucked in a breath as you finally realized who the man was. Normally, you wouldn't want to meet someone like him in a dark alley. No one would want to. Knowing what kind of name this body belonged to made you uneasy. Joel Miller. The infamous man was sort of a celebrity in your QZ. Well, not a celebrity, per se, but people always knew who he was if his name was mentioned. Hardened ruthless man who found his calling in selling other people’s bodies. You heard your older neighbors calling him a pimp, and you didn’t need to find the word in a vocabulary to know that’s exactly what he was.

The world has gone to shit and so did the laws, the morals, and any type of condemnation that might’ve followed him in the Old World. Joel never took anyone unwillingly, his birds, as he called his workers with perverted gentleness, flew to him themselves and he was only happy to “take care of them and help them take care of others”. 

As helpless and in need as you were, you never thought of becoming one of his ‘birdies’. Your skin tightened at the thought. One unlucky and utterly unsatisfying sexual experience years back never made you excited at the prospect of sex. Quite the opposite. 

Was it why he was here? Was it how he…

“You’re a quiet thing, ain’tcha?”

“Sorry, I’m not… I don’t… Whatever you want, I don’t think I’m..”

“Whoa there, hold up,” he raised his hands in defense, chuckling a little, “I'm just making conversation. Saw a poor thing on the streets, wondered what happened.”

“Didn’t work enough this month, now I’m facing the consequences, I guess.”

“And those being...?”

“Umm,” you didn’t understand why he was so interested in your troubles, but couldn’t stop yourself from talking. “Well, I got thrown out of my place, hadn’t eaten in a couple of days, and apparently I’m sleeping on the street tonight. Maybe FEDRA will find me and execute me and put me out of my misery.”

“That ain’t the way a young thing like you should think.”

“What? Are you a fuckin’ firefly preacher? Gonna tell me to look for the light?”

“Hell no, sugar. I just think it’s a shame. You look like a good kid, hard-working,” he pointed at your hands, dirty and bleeding from calluses. “Let me offer you dinner and a place to stay, hm?”

Here it was. 

“I… I know who you are.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes, and,” you cringed, eyes falling back to the rations in your hands, “I’m not going to be one of your birdies.”

Joel let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head.

“Now who told you that I’d want you to be?”

You felt stupid. The situation looked pretty simple in your head: a desperate young thing was found by a man with a certain amount of power and a ‘simple work’ proposition. You were the perfect birdie, weren’t you?

And then you remembered what you saw in the dirty cracked mirror this morning: bones, dry skin, and dark circles under your eyes that at this point looked like they were there forever. Who’d pay to fuck that? Damn, you’d have to pay men yourself. Embarrassment heated your cheeks and brought a new wave of tears to your eyes.

“Look, I’m just being generous here, okay? I’ve been in your shoes, so I’m offering last time, come with me and I’ll give you a good dinner and a decent couch to crash on. Nothing you don’t want to do and you can leave at any moment.”

“Why?” Your whisper was defeated, your grumbling stomach has already made a decision.

“Because I can.” 

He got up and went in the direction of the main road. You didn’t see his smile as he heard you shuffling and running after him.

Your walk to his place stayed quiet, he only acknowledged your presence by looking over his shoulder to check if you were still following him. You were.

You were so entranced with your thoughts that the sound of him turning the key and opening the door startled you. Joel let you in first. You didn’t know what you expected from Joel’s apartment. Dim lights, red sheets, the smell of sex and sweat? Anyway, whatever you expected was not what you saw. His place was closer to the outskirts of the QZ, it was a relatively small apartment with yellow wallpapers and sparse furniture. The first thing you noticed, though, was that it was clean. Not sparkling, but still way better than any place you’ve stayed the night since… ever. The air wasn’t stiff with the smell of old cotton or mold, the wooden table didn’t have stains of spilled drinks, and there was a couch in the adjacent living room. It was so normal that it felt weird. 

“Home sweet home, huh?” The man’s voice was calm and quiet, his lips decorated with a half smile. You nodded and pointed at the table. “Go sit down, rabbit. I promised you dinner.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the nickname he gave you but you said nothing, crouching to take off your shoes, wincing at the thought of letting him see your ripped socks that might’ve been dirtier than your shoes. He followed behind, ignoring your unfortunate garment of clothing and going straight to the mini-fridge.

The wooden chair felt like a throne when you lowered yourself onto it, it was big and sturdy underneath you and you felt your muscles relax as you breathed out.

“Nothin’ fancy, I’m afraid. Just some good ol’ potatoes and a rabbit.” He said it as he pulled out a pan filled with enough food to last you for three full days and not feel hungry once. You felt saliva overflowing your mouth and gulped it down. “Ha, a rabbit for a rabbit, guess that makes you a cannibal.” 

He laughed at his joke, but your stomach growled so loudly you could barely hear him.

“Okay, one servin’ of mash and rabbit comin’ right up. Just let me heat it first.”

“You don’t have to..” You started to protest, not out of modesty but because you felt like you might faint or even attack him if he didn’t put that food in front of you. Hunger made even saints violent.

“You must’ve frozen your ass off sitting on that pavement, rabbit. Better give you something hot.”

His movements were quick, not a moment later the smell of food accompanied by the sound of crackling fat made you dizzy. He was fast enough to finally put a plate in front of you.

“Dig in,” he nodded when he saw your hesitation.

His words unleashed the hunger within you that you were barely able to tame all this time. The food - just plain mash and some rabbit, as he promised - looked like a three-course meal. Nothing has looked as appealing to you ever before. This type of food was a luxury, something you had never been able to afford. You remembered the pathetic scraps of jerky and a soup made of God knows what. This in front of you not only made your mouth water but also brought tears to your eyes. With an animalistic growl you didn't know you were capable of you did what Joel said, you dug in, fork in your hands scraping the bottom of the plate as you shoved food down your throat.

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down! That rabbit is already cooked, he’s not running anywhere, sweet Lord.”

Embarrassment washed over you. You imagined yourself looking like a hungry, mad dog, devouring the food in front of you with almost violence, barely chewing before it dropped into your stomach.

You looked at your almost empty plate and then at Joel’s, his was still half full. 

“Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, rabbit, I know what hunger feels like.” He clenched his jaw too tight, chewing on the piece of meat. “Just don’t wan’cha to feel sick, ‘s all.”

You forced yourself to slow down, counting to twenty every time you took another bite, and Joel seemed pleased. You cleaned your plates in silence, the sound of nothing becoming usual between the both of you. When he got up to take your plate you squeezed the fork in your hand, as if you thought the man would attack you even if he didn’t give any indication of that whatsoever. His hand then lowered on yours, skin contact made you jump and squeeze the weapon harder. 

“Can I have my fork back? I only have two of ‘em.” 

Your grip relaxed and you nodded, something in his honey-smooth voice entrancing you, making you do whatever he says. It would’ve scared you if your alertness wasn’t blunted by a belly full of food and the warmness of his apartment.

After throwing everything in the sink, he came back to you, this time moving his chair closer and putting his hands on the table. You did the opposite, hiding your hands on your lap under the table.

“So,” he started quietly, not taking his eyes from you while you stared at the edge of the table, not daring to lift yours. “You know who I am.”

“Yes,” you nodded, your voice barely a whisper.

“And you, what, don’t like me? Afraid of me?”

“It’s hard to not like you after you fed me better than I have been my whole life,” you shrugged your shoulders. “I just don’t understand.”

“Don’t understand what?”

“Why…?” You tried to find the right words, but they all slipped your mind. “Why would somebody choose to do something they do? Why would you choose something you do?”

“Ah, I see,” he brought his right hand to his face, scratching his patchy beard. “Do you believe in love, rabbit?”

That was your first laugh of the day. The absurdity of his question caught you off guard and you couldn’t stop the merry sound rippling through your lips. When you lifted your eyes to him, your chapped lips were still stretched with a smile. He looked serious.

“Wait, are you serious? You gonna bullshit me into believing you’re selling fucking love or something?”

“Nah,” the shaking of his head made a few strands of his hair fall to his forehead and he swiped them back with a quick unconscious movement. “I provide people with the things they want but can’t get. With affection, with closeness. And you can’t get closer than sex.”

“Bullshit.” You huffed. The man sounded like a porn brochure if you had ever seen one. Disguising something dirty and wrong under fake metaphors. Caramel coating a rotten apple.

“I’m sorry?” He sounded irritated, something dangerous lingering in his intonation but you couldn’t hear your voice of reason.

“You take desperate girls from the streets and make them sell their bodies!” What started as a frustrated whispering ended up in a loud accusation. You didn’t know where all your bravery came from and was that even bravery? You must’ve eaten too much food and now it was cutting your blood circulation so your brain didn’t work properly. The man was more than twice your size, he could snap you in half with his one hand, and not a single prison in the world would go looking for a poor soul that had too many problems and too few solvings. 

“I take desperate girls from the streets, yes.” He agreed and tilted his head to the left, his hands in a lock on the table. “And then I make them food, give them a place to stay. And afterward, I offer them my help in the only way I can give it. If they don’t want it, they’re free to go.”

“So you’re telling me that if I wanted to get up now and leave and never talk to you again I could?” 

“That was our deal, wasn’t it?”

“And I do not owe you anything?”

“For a plate of mashed potatoes? No.”

You nodded, pushing the chair back with the back of your thighs you got up. Joel calmly watched you push the stool forward to the table as you stood behind it, your hands not leaving its wooden back. There were still questions. The main one was why? You couldn’t get it through your skull to understand it. To understand those girls.

“Why would they choose to stay? Why won’t they choose to do something else?”

Joel looked at you incredulously, as if you asked the dumbest question in the world and he was left finding an answer to it. His sigh was deep, broad chest inflating in front of you and you thought the denim shirt might not make it. “Because they can’t do anything else, because they don’t want to do anything else. Because I take care of them. Because they haven’t gone hungry ever since. Because they can afford new socks every week.” You clenched your feet, bare toe grazing his floor as he continued, “and because they’re free to go whenever they want.”

“I still don’t…”

He interrupted you, clearly being done with your infantility. “Have you ever had sex, rabbit?”

“What?!” You squealed, the question making your eyes pop out of your sockets, but Joel brushed off your theatrical reaction.

“So, no?”

“I did.” There weren’t reasons for you to tell him that there was only one guy, only one time.

“That bad, huh?” The man chuckled as if you just proved his thoughts right and he knew that all along. It was like he could read your mind. Terrifying, but you got defensive. 

“No, it wasn’t…” You stammered, but he interrupted you once again. 

“Sex is good. It’s warm, sticky, and wet. It is not like anything else. That’s why it sells so well.”

“It can’t always be good. Especially when you can’t choose your… clients.”

You tried to contradict every word he said, your desperate attempts to catch him in a lie, in deception, proved to be a failure. He knew what he was talking about, you could only guess.

“No, it’s not always mind-blowing orgasms and shaking legs, but for my girls, it’s always good. You learn to take care not only about your date,” you huffed at Joel’s choice of words, “but about yourself as well. You learn about the beauty of the process, without caring only about the result. My birds, they help people. Hell, this QZ would’ve been a much uglier place if not for them.”

He made it sound reverent like he was describing godly beings that graced the ugly undeserving world with their presence. His voice was soft, his eyes warm. You’d never seen someone talk so gently about such a crass subject. Joel looked like he loved them. Loved his birds, and actually cared about them. You wondered what it felt like to be taken care of, and was your body worth such a high price.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“I thought you were leaving.” Joel raised his left eyebrow, and the dark abysses of his eyes stared right through you. 

“I…” Were you even good enough? What were you asking for? He answered those questions for you with his own, that put a finality to your doubts.

“Do you want to stay?” You knew he didn’t mean just the night. You knew your answer would change your life. It would change you.

“Yes.”

#joel miller x reader #iamasaddie fic #thou x reader #thou fanfiction

[azznyra]

Hi! My name is Nyra and this is my very first post ever! i’ve been a reader for years but i’ve never had the courage to write or post anything ever. i’m very scared to post this, but i’ll hope some people will come across this and like it. any and every feedback is highly appreciated. please be kind! also know that english isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes! i hope you enjoy :))

Drunken night routine

here is my Azriel x reader fluff fic. TW : small mentions of anxiety but that’s it.

includes reader being drunk af with nesta and az being a fluffball with her as he gets her ready for bed!

You were trying your best to just concentrate long enough to winnow inside. Nesta blowing you ear off was not helping and you made sure to tell her "just keep quiet for a second and maybe we’ll get there". You had had the shittiest day and were just looking to unwind with one of your closest friend. You had both gone to this sweet little restaurant down the Sidra, enjoying each other’s company and a humongous amount of food. It started with a bottle of red wine, just to fuel yourselves for your gossiping session and now it promised you the biggest hungover for tomorrow.

After what seemed like a century, you managed to get you both up to the balcony attached to the big dining area. The floor-to-ceiling windows were opened, the curtains softly moving with the wind and all you could hear was Cassian’s deep chuckle.

You and Nesta were still holding onto each other when you looked up and saw the General approaching you, reaching his hand out for Nesta to take. He led you both inside and turned to you, taking you in "Rough night, y/n ?" your answering scowl was immediate "fuck off you’re just jealous Nesta likes me more". To take it even further, you leaned closer to your best friend and kissed her on the cheek, multiple times, while she was only grinning, her smile getting bigger and bigger by the second.

Cassian was halfway through with his comeback when your gaze landed on the second male in the room. Azriel was sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire, legs deliciously spread, nursing a glass of liquor in his left hand, his piercing gaze already set on you. He was dressed in casual clothes tonight, which didn’t fail to surprise you. In all the years you had known him, you didn’t think you had seen him like this more than four times. He looked so relaxed like this, you thought his lap looked inviting, it was almost beckoning you to sit there, perch yourself on his thigh. Hoping his arm would wrap around your waist, maybe tug your back against his chest. If you were lucky, maybe he’d even — you stopped your thoughts when you realized where your mind had wandered to. You let go of Nesta and took quick but wobbly steps towards the shadowsinger, calling out his name in the sweetest way you could manage.

He quickly put down his glass and got up to meet you half way, smirking. You knew a witty remark was already on its way but you could not care less. You were so intoxicated that you didn’t think twice about what you were doing and just launched yourself at him. Your arms went around his waist, tugging him closer to your body. You not only heard but felt him take in a sharp breath, his ribcage expanding beneath your arms.

You’d never dared to get this close to him while being sober. You knew he liked his privacy and was not always confortable with physical affection. You could see it behind his eyes, see his self-hatred eating him out, telling him that he wasn’t worthy of love. Every time it happened, you felt your own heart breaking, cleaving in two. For he was worth so much more that what he allowed himself, he was worth everything. If only he could see himself the way you saw him.

Azriel’s arms finally landed around your shoulders and you got a whiff of his smell. You could not help but inhale it once more, on purpose. You then looked up to him and said "You smell so heavenly right now, Az". You only grinned up at him, secretly relishing in the red that took over the apple of his cheeks. It was concerning how proud you were of making his usually stoic face blush so easily from only one compliment.

Az felt like he was dying. Maybe he was and that’s why he was imagining you clinging to him right now, looking up at him with the most delicious smile adorning your lips and a cunning gleam in your eyes. You looked so beautiful that his mind was blank for a minute, filled with nothing but thoughts of your perfect face. He took in your long, shiny brown hair, which was curled tonight. His favorite. He longed to run his finger through the silky strands, maybe wrap his fist around it if you’d let him. You had never gotten this close to him before and he was in such deep shit. You were so drunk out of your mind though, that’s why you were burying your face in his chest. He looked up and met Cassian’s eyes, his brother winking at him, while holding onto his mate, ready to take her to bed.

Right, your bed. He just had to make sure you arrived in one piece to your bed and then you’d sleep and he’d be freed of his desire for you. At least for tonight. "Alright, your night’s over, let’s go to bed, y/n"

You shook your head, you didn’t want to go to bed, your night had just gotten interesting now that you had Az all to yourself. He insisted, and, well, you couldn’t really deny him anything. So you agreed "Only if you help me though, I don’t think I can walk straight, Az".

Azriel smiled, and you realized he had let go of your shoulders, silently offering you his elbow to hold onto. He always did this, offered anything but his hands. You knew how he felt about them, could understand where he was coming from. However, you couldn’t stand to enable his thoughts by not touching his hands on purpose. Not tonight. You graciously ignored his elbow and slid your palm against his. Your hand was so cold, having spent the whole evening outside on a terrasse, while Azriel’s hand was so warm you wanted him to warm your whole body with it. You looked straight into his eyes, gauging his reaction. You could tell he was overthinking this, wondering if he was somehow tainting you with his scarred flesh. You had to reassure him that this was okay, that you didn’t mind and never would. Your brain was too fuzzy so you just asked him "Is this okay? I hope it is, I’ve always wanted to do this, actually". Azriel was still frozen, staring at you like he’d never seen you before, another bright blush taking place on his cheeks. He ended up nodding, so slightly you almost missed it. So you gave his hand a squeeze and he led you towards the big stairs.

He was quite literally dragging you by the hand at this point, taking such long strides that you almost couldn’t keep up. You both stoped in front of the stairs, and Az gave you a funny look and you just knew he was about to tease you before he even opened his mouth. "Sure you can take this, y/n ? I wouldn’t want you to fall on your face" He said, smirking as he talked. He looked so proud of himself, thinking he could tease you like this. So you answered him with the same malice in your voice "Well, maybe you should carry me, then. If you’re so worried about my face".

He didn’t even look taken aback, he looked proud, you thought. That must be the wine though, you tried to convince yourself. Then, all of a sudden, in a fraction of a second, his hand let go of yours, one arm went under yours knees while the other was around your waist. And here you were, nestled against Azriel’s chest, so comfortable in his arms. You tried not to give too much thought in how good this felt, how right. You felt like you were exactly right where you were supposed to be. You were feeling so courageous tonight, so much that, if anything went wrong, you’d blame it on the alcohol. That’s what pushed you to bring your face closer to his neck and brush your nose against his skin. Just once. Just to know what he smelled like so close, and it was so good that you did it again. Then you heard him let out a soft exhale, and another, a little more rugged this time, it seemed. And he whispered, voice so low you had to strain your Fae ears to hear, "you’re tickling me, y/n".

You were about to apologize, when you realized he had stopped walking and was standing in front of your bedroom door. You reached your hand out and turned the doorknob, allowing the male to enter your room. You were about to thank him for taking you here, when your brain registered that he had already walked farther than your bed and seemed to be heading towards your bathroom. He silently asked you to open this door as well, and then set you down on the counter on the left, right next to where all your beauty products were neatly organized.

It was overwhelming, his caring attitude, the fact that he was in your bathroom right now, looking so at ease amongst your things. It seemed so effortless, so natural for him to be there.

He turned back to look at you, and you wanted to ask him what this feeling was, why he was confusing your heart even more, but you only asked "what are you doing ?"

"Running you a hot bath", he simply answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world, as if he would ever do anything else. Then he added "get in and wash yourself, I’ll go get you some water while you’re in there".

So you did just that, trying very hard to concentrate on using the right soap, then you wet your hair and washed it as well. You had a whole routine to do tonight, but it was already so much effort just to wash it right now that you gave up. You’d regret this tomorrow but you were way too intoxicated to care.

Azriel was going mad. He was sure of it. He must be sick, there was no other explanation as to why he’d ever put himself in such a situation. All he had to do was put you on your bed and leave the damn room. Instead, he had selfishly wanted to hold you longer. He remembered it was the day you always washed your hair. You had been unable to do it once and then you’d been grumpy all day, so sensitive to everything you’d ended up crying when Cassian had eaten the last cookie from Elain’s batch. Nothing had been able to console you, even when the Seer had offered you to make another batch just for you. The shadowsinger remembered you telling him it was because your whole routine had been changed and you were so anxious.

So that’s what he told himself as he ran you the bath, it was so you wouldn’t miss your whole hair routing thing and be anxious tomorrow. Nothing to do with you way you were clinging to him, brushing your nose against his neck, pretending not to breathe him in. Multiple times.

Anyway, this would end soon because he was simply going to bring you a glass of water and leave you. He’d go to his room, lock the damn door and try to sleep this off. So this is what he did, he picked up the glass and headed upstairs again.

You had just finished rinsing your hair when you heard a knock. You allowed Azriel to step inside and saw him heading towards the counter, then pick up your towel and hold it in front of you. He wanted you to get out of the bath, you realized. His head was turned back, his eyes shut tight. He was behaving like the gentleman he was and your heart soared at the sight. He was so respectful and thoughtful but he never gave himself any credit for anything. It was painful, really.

You stepped out, willing your legs not to wobble and took the towel from his hands, wrapping it around yourself. You told him he could open his eyes now, and thanked him, for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was then that he said words you’d have never thought would leave his mouth, "I’m surprised you’ve finished your whole hair routine so fast in your current state".

You stared at him, mouth open, probably gaping like a fish out of water.

"What?"

You must have misheard him because there was no way in hell he knew about this. It was not a secret that you were very particular about your hair, but it wasn’t something you talked about with Azriel, or Cassian or any of the males for that matter.

"Yeah, it’s today, right? I’m impressed really. If I remember well, it’s a pretty long process". He was smiling like a fool, somehow seeming proud of knowing this about you. Why would he be proud? This was so strange, you were starting to think you were dreaming up all of this.

"How do you even know about this ?"

"You’ve told me once. I’ve always wondered how your hair looked so nice and you spent almost thirty minutes explaining all of the steps and how long you had to wait in-between". Now you were sure he looked proud. And you were sure you still looked like a fish out of water. Your mind was so blank. "I haven’t done it actually", you blabbered.

"Well, I can help you if you want. I know you get cranky when you miss your routine".

He looked so eager, and he was right, you did get cranky when you missed something in your routine. It also wouldn’t hurt to feel him run his fingers through your hair, and massage your scalp. So he did, so gently, as if he was afraid to hurt you. It was so relaxing that you wanted to fall asleep to this every night. It took him a bit longer than you normally would, but he was thorough in his ministrations you could never tease him. You closed your eyes halfway, only opening them again when he nudged your shoulder with his, hazel eyes softly looking into yours through the mirror.

"There, all done.".

"Thank you so much, Az. You’re so precious"

He smiled, and it was so breathtaking you almost fell to yours knees before him. "You should go to bed now, you’re all ready", he added after a moment. You turned around, so close that your chests were almost brushing. So close that you could reach out your hand and touch his raven black hair with the tips of your fingers. So close that you could stand on the tip of your toes and kiss his lips. You nodded, remembering he had said something, and he took a step back, allowing you to step back into your bedroom. Right, your bed. He must have told you to sleep. This was what he was here for, after all.

You were about to fall in your bed, yes fall, when you heard the beautiful male behind you chuckle. "You’re going to suffer tomorrow, drink some tea for hungover before you arrive to training"

You sat on the bed, facing him and looked up to his handsome face. You were so busy studying his features that you almost forgot to answer him. "Just take it easy on me tomorrow and I’ll be fine, yes?"

Another deep laugh came out of him. He was so carefree tonight you felt blessed to be able to witness him like this. The mighty Spymaster of the Night Court, so casually laughing in your bedroom. "No, I will not, you and Nesta need to learn the hard way that you do not get drunk the night before training"

Your answering whine made him crack another smile, "But we train every morning, Az"

"I don’t see how that’s my problem". He had the audacity to look smug. The male was taking such pleasure in your misery it would have been insulting were it anyone else.

"I hate you" you said. You could not have uttered a bigger lie. There was nothing but pure adoration for him in your heart, but you could not tell him that. Would never find the courage. You could barely stand this half sort of flirting, let alone pour out your feelings to him while he cringes and lets down gently.

"We both know you love me" He was taking this too far right now, but he didn’t find it in himself to care. He knew nothing about your feelings, only hoped. Yes, sometimes he would catch you looking at him at training, or looking for him whenever you stepped in a room. He would sometimes hear his shadows say that you were staring at him, a longing look in your eyes, but he never let himself believe them. They liked you too much, always trying to be close to you. They were not objective at all.

You blushed, hoping this conversation would not go somewhere you couldn’t handle. You surely couldn’t handle this right now. So you kept this little verbal sparring you two had going on and said "you wish".

Az’s face dimmed a little, it was so subtle you could have imagined it. Probably had, honestly, with your inebriated state right now. You could swear, however, that you heard him agree. It was such a small murmur but you could’ve sworn you heard him say yes.

Azriel bid you goodnight, so sweetly and left you to sleep.

#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fluff #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #feysand #rhys and feyre

[hungry-eel]

"The biggest gacha game glutton doesn't exi-"

I am still very new when it comes to granblue fantasy, and as of right now I do not know all that much about the series, and I still won't know that much given that its a pretty old game that I can't access, and haven't head of any recent updates as far as I know. So because of that among other things, I hadn't really known about Cassius or his event story. (Correction: the game is still active and getting updates, just not as much on Cassius)

It wasn't until I was scrolling through some tumblr blogs (which @askbloatedbellyblog thanks for sharing the post that sent me down a spiral) and once I discovered about Cassius and his event story I was hooked! Not only is it one of the only visual novel/gacha games that I have seen so far that actually has visuals of the actual weight gain itself, but its also not done as a one time gag either and we get prolonged scenes of Cassius' overweight state. The story itself is also so good in my opinion! Although the actual content itself my not cater to everyone and their desires, for me, I think the story is one of the best!! It fulfills all of my stuffing fantasies and desires, watching him endlessly devour and gorge on everything that is around him, and finding enjoyment in doing such as well!

No joke, I was so invested in this character and his event story that for a good portion of time that was all I could think about! I wouldn't be surprised if this becomes a bit of a mini hyperfixation for me.

To know more about my research on Cassius himself and his gluttonous pursuits, he is fairly new to the setting as he came from another world, and is leaning to discover both this new world, and how everything works. Along with such he applies ration and logic to everything with very little emotions, isn't surprised by much, thinks very literal mindedly, and comes across as childish and naïve.

His other most notable feature is his HUMONGOUS apatite, and how he is able to eat much more than the average person. He has a very high metabolism so he is able to eat in mass quantities without risking his heath or gaining weight. However, during the Ramen Travels event, he manages to eat so much and in such crazy amounts that not even his metabolism could keep up with him, leading to his eventual weight gain.

Although his original purpose was to try out various ramen noodles, his pursuits evolve into eating everything that he can as much as he can. To give a bit of a perspective how much he actually eats during this event, he hits up multiple desert stalls, wins a food eating contest, tries various kinds of ramen, eats entire menus in restaurants including the main courses, drinks, and deserts, eats whole dishes made to serve a family of six in one sitting, and repeats that behavior consistently every day for weeks on end.

Another part of his endless gluttony is also how Cassius also took the term "There is always room for desert" too literally and came to the belief that no matter how much he eats, there will never be enough food for him to eat, and that there will always be room in his stomach to eat and try more foods.

When it came to his eventual weight gain, although the people around him are concerned about his overall heath encouraging him to lose the weight, Cassius himself doesn't mind the weight gain at all and if anything he actually enjoys it, believing that the feeling itself is satisfying, and that the more weight he puts on the more room he will have for food.

This is a man where if he is not calculating and questioning the things around him, the only other thing that is on his mind is food, and although it may make him seem one note, I find this aspect of him to be a really charming trait of him, especially these are traits that he fully embraces, and not even afraid of gaining weight, which is an unusual trait in other foodie characters.

It honestly saddens me to discover that Cassius barely gets any recognition in general, especially compared to the other characters that I enjoy, and now because he hasn't had that much new content in a long while, he has only barely had any new posts and content made on him in years, so I thought if there was anyone who could bring this wonderful character back in the spotlight, even for just a brief moment, I might as well do so.

Last thing, but if your ever wanting to read the full story for yourself, here is the link to the video down below. Know that the video is incredibly long, but is absolutely worth the watch!

#spoiler warning #feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong #hungry boi #hungry boy #foodie #glutton #big eater #chubby #weight ga1n #the tum tum #granblue fantasy #stu//ing #cassius #granblue fantasy cassius #cassius gbf #Youtube

[firsttimewriter92]

Back to you

Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: You´ve only ever seen him from afar. When he needs your help with his little one you are ready. But does it change anything?

Word count: 4.000

Warnings: little angst, canon typical violance, shots, fighting but over all ends with massive fluff

You were truly happy the way Navarro changed thanks to Greef Karga and the Republic. You´ve lived there all your life but you couldn´t exactly call it living when there were Stormtroopers and bounty hunters all over, trying to ruin your day just for fun. You´d really had to be careful all the time. What you had said, how you had looked, how you had spoken. It had been a constant tip toeing and you´d been at some point just plain tired of it.

Greef Karga hadn´t been on you radar about being a good person. Not at all. And then, one day, chaos had broken loose. Hundreds on troopers, some scary man clad in all black and all you had done was hide from the blaster shots and explosions. How could you not have? You are not a fighter. You were as you had found out, a nurturer.

After the dispersion of the empire from Navarro, Greef found you and gave you a new purpose on your home planet. It turns out, you were a very devoted teacher. With Navarro basically being turned upside down, in a good way, it was when you had just started your new job, when a very familiar helmet and a not so familiar little creature entered your school with Greef.

You remembered the mayhem the beskar clad Mandalorian, his covert and the humongous bounty on the little ones head had caused, though you had never actually seen the creature. The Mandalorian….yes, you had seen him on Navarro a couple of times. Each time a little more or less battered and bruised when he left his razor crest with a new insane amount of bounties. You had never spoken to him, maybe he had tilted his head towards you one or two times but that could have just been your imagination. You were sure it was. There was no reason for him to look.

Now, he stood in your classroom and looked a little lost when Greef told him to leave the baby with you. His body language always fascinated you, the way it was so clear to see how he felt about the idea and all of that with no facial features to go by. You stepped in front of them and tried a reassuring smile towards his face. “He´ll be safe with me” you said softly and cooed at the little baby clad in a bag on the Mandalorian´s hip. “I promise.”

“___ is a wonderful teacher, Mando. The little one will be fine with her. Now, let´s see what we can do about that empire outpost. I want them gone for good!” With that, Greef left the school and you looked at the Mandalorian with a friendly face. His posture was still stiff and weary but now, as he turned his head to every corner of the room finally settling on you, you could have sworn you saw his head tilt a little to the side and his shoulders relax. He handed you the little one without a word and you took him into your arms carefully. His enormous eyes shining curiously up at you he made a little purring sound and grabbed the sleeve of your robe.

The Mandalorian huffed in mild surprise (was that a chuckle?) and directed his visor onto your face. You could feel your ears start to heat up. “I´ll be back for him” he said in a low, modulated voice. One as you noticed, you had never heard before. The way it was breathy and dark but also full of confidence and conviction, you could feel your body reacting to it in a way it had never done before. Now you definitely knew he noticed your flustered behaviour as you almost tripped over your words. “I´m sure you will” you squeaked a little. He nodded his head slowly, turned and left.

Whatever he was here for (and empire outpost sounded pretty serious), you hoped it would last a little longer. What for, you weren´t quite sure. You just wished it. Whished for his presence to be close for longer than a few minutes. Whished for his voice to be heard just by you, if only for a day. Shaking your head with a rapidly beating heart, you turned towards your class again, sat the little one down at a table and resumed your lesson.

It was when all the other students had left hours later, that you found yourself completely enamoured with the little green child. He was something special. You knew the moment you had to convince one of your students to give up his cookies as they time and time again appeared in front of the little one instead. Watching how he happily munched away on them you smiled to yourself and started cleaning up the children´s mess. The door to your school swished open and a panting Mandalorian stormed inside, closing the door quickly, locking it. The child shrieked excitedly when it saw him but you were actually quite worried in an instant. Walking backwards, his gaze fixed on the door and blaster ready, the Mandalorian began to look around the room and then towards you. You had grabbed the child quickly and looked at him with wide open eyes. “Backdoor?” he asked in a strained voice and you knew immediately that this was a situation in which there were no questions to be asked. He needed you to function and listen to him.

You nodded your head towards the back room where your office was and not sooner than doing that, blaster shots hit the door to your school. On instinct you pressed the child closer to your chest and turned your back towards the door. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow insistently but not harshly, pulling you toward the back room. All the while the blasters outside the door were going ballistic. You crossed your round office in a hurry. Before you could open the door to the outside however he stopped you, holding his finger to his helmet to signal you to be quiet. You nodded and held the little one a bit more secure.

 “I´ll go out first. Stay here! Do not come out until I say so.” You nodded your head quickly, retreating from the door towards your desk. Well knowing what was in the top drawer. If it had to come to it, you would use it without hesitation. The hatred towards the troopers swallowing you almost whole. He slipped out the door and you locked it behind him.

You waited with bated breath, trying not to freak out the child. When you heard the commotion suddenly being right outside your office door you immediately pulled open your drawer and pulled the blaster out. You sat the child down underneath your desk signing to him to be quiet. He heard the commotion outside the room as much as you and seemed to be a little freaked out. “Stay there. Please, do not move. You´re fine, we´re fine” you tried to calm him down. The round office didn’t have any corners so you tried to make yourself as small as possible right next to the door. Ready to attack any white plastoid wearing goon coming in. You heard some high pitched whistling tones and then…nothing. Your heart was beating out of your chest when the door to your office swished open and without thinking you shot your blaster.

With a shriek from you the shot ricochet off the Mandalorian´s shoulder plate and he whipped around before you could fire another one. “Dank Farrik, I´m so sorry!! I thought…Why didn’t you say anything!!?? Oh my maker, I could have shot you!!” He stared at you quietly, or so you guessed because his head was tilted to you and he didn’t move a muscle. “D´you mind lowering that?” he said calmly and gestured to your blaster. Hurriedly you did so and made your way over to the desk. Diving under it you carefully took the little green creature into your arms again and talked to it quietly. “I´m so sorry, little one. Are you okey? No worries, now. Your dad´s here.” He rounded the desk and got close to the baby, checking him over. The little one cooing towards his guardian but nestling his head against your chest. The man huffed again. “We´re good” he said while standing straight again. “But we need to leave. Now.” You nodded and followed him through the back door and through the streets of your hometown. His ship came into view just outside the stone arch and he jogged towards the open ramp.

When you stood on its edge you halted and looked around nervously. “Where´s Greef and Kara?” you asked while he gently took the baby from you. He squirmed for a second, stretching one tiny, three fingered hand out towards you, whining. The Mandalorian halted in his movements. You could see that he was contemplating something very hard. Then he spoke in an almost caring tone. “They´re fine for now. They´ll arrive back here shortly. We,” he stuttered and sighed almost impatiently. “We need to leave.” You could hear regret in his voice. “Thank you. For protecting him.” He said it so sincerely, it made your heart kickstart. “You´re welcome. I mean…That´s my job.”

He nodded a little bit, still standing halfway up the ramp, hesitating, seemingly fighting with himself. You already knew….you already knew if he asked you to come, you would leave everything behind without thinking about it. But he didn’t ask. With his hand on the button to close the ramp he spoke again, looking at you. “Next time. Wait for us,___!” You nodded your head quickly and felt your heart break and heal itself at the same time. He wanted to come back.

With silently falling tears you watched the massive ship take off, only seconds later realising that you  couldn’t remember ever having given him your name.

Months later

So many things have happened all at once it seems. He did come back but when you saw him walk into Karas office, you halted everything you were doing. He was alone. The child? Gone. Taken. The guilt rolling off of him like heavy, black smoke. Your heart broke so many times over seeing him like this, it was like stabbing yourself over and over again. This wasn´t the Mandalorian you´ve met anymore. Your blaster skills were nothing to speak of so when you begged him to take you with him, to let you help him find his child, he shook his head, looking at your tearstained face stoically.

Sobbing, you watched as he wordlessly entered Fett´s ship with Kara and left you, yet again. Only this time, he hadn’t made a promise of coming back. The man you adored left without a word, the child you missed so much was gone, in danger. Greef lay his arm across your shoulder and tried to console you as best he could.

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You´ve had it! Sleepless nights of sorrow and midday stomach cramps of worry made place for determination and indifference towards the man that didn´t want you. The one who left without a second thought, clearly seeing that you were in despair, that you worried for him and the baby and yet, still decided to not let you help. You were still a teacher in the same school with the same passion for your students as before.

However after work, you wouldn’t just visit the high magistrate and then get home, no. Once you were done listening to Greef´s boisterous bickering about being a high magistrate smiling mildly to yourself, you would leave the city on your speeder bike into the barren landscape. Barren but home, said landscape was now helping to conceal you training your aim and body. Week after week, training session after training session, your aim became better. Much better. Your strength increasing. You always told yourself you did it to protect your students from any kind of eventual danger but the truth was, Navarro was anything these days but dangerous. You were fooling yourself, you knew that. You didn’t just do it for your students. You did it because you never wanted to feel so useless and helpless in front of someone you cared about ever again. Never wanting to be left behind again because you would just be a burden.

Of course you didn’t forget him or the child. Were they alive? Were they well? Where were they? All these questions were never answered for you. And so, the worry never left your insides. Neither did your longing for him. It angered you.

Panting, you stood amongst the rubble and splintered off shards of stone your blaster had ripped off of the massive boulders in front of you. Your blaster long holstered again you walked over to your speeder bike and ripped open your water flask. Gulping down you felt droplets of sweat roll down your back. You shivered. It felt like the fingers of that dirty Twi´Lek last night when he tried to chat you up in the cantina. While wiping your forehead you mounted your bike quickly, pulled up your scarf over your mouth and nose and took off back home. You pulled up to your new, small house at the center of the city and pushed your bike out of the way. You looked around the beautiful marketplace your house was facing and held your face into the warm sun for a minute. Inhaling deeply, you enjoyed the smell of flowers and trees as well as fresh water from the fountain in front of your house instead of sewer waist and corrosion.

In the corner of your eye you caught a certain movement you weren’t used to anymore and instantly you were put into high alert. Aggressive, quick walking. You felt their menacing energy rolling over everyone they passed, making their way towards…No! Over your dead body! You started briskly walking after the group of obvious pirates that were clearly not happy about how the old bounty hunter playground had changed. 

When they stopped in front of your school you immediately and unapologetically pushed yourself between them and up the four steps. Crossing your arms and standing rooted to the ground you faced them. “Can I help you fine folks with something?” you asked in a less than welcoming voice. Their leader huffed and seethed. “We came here to get a drink, girl. I suggest you move.” His hand wandered towards his hip. He was eying your own blaster clad at your thigh and seemed a bit bewildered that you had your arms still crossed over your chest, not reaching for it.

“This is a school now. Unless you want to drink some blue milk I suggest you leave without making a fuss.” Their leader rasped a dark chuckle. “School?” he asked. “You´ve got to be joking. What is Karga doing with this place?”

“He´s making it better than it ever was” you sneered offendedly. “Leave!”

“You should really watch how you talk to me, girl” the leader hissed. His yellow eyes narrowing. You saw the way his body tensed and you knew the situation became a bit more dangerous now. Very slowly you held his eyes and lowered your arms to your sides. Thumbing your blaster you waited with calming breaths. It happened in an instant.

His hand shot towards his own weapon when yours was already out ad firing. He yelped and held his injured hand, dropping his blaster. The next moment the other three were on you. One jumping up the steps and grabbing your arm. Yanking you forward and down towards his fellows. It didn´t take long. For months now you tested your limits to the max and now, you finally had the chance for an outlet of your constant worry and disappointment. With a frightening grin on your face you looked up at one of them, seeing with utter glee how he flinched away from you before you started raking havoc among them.

You were standing over them, breathing heavily, your fists still clenched. Walking backwards slowly, you watched as they got up slowly, coughing and holding various limbs with pained expressions. The leader looked at you from the ground and scrambled to get up. You didn’t flinch when he spoke in a strained voice filled with hatred. “You´ll regret this, you hear me?” You just rolled your eyes when you saw them limping away.

A small chuckle came from behind you and you immediately knew that deep voice. You turned and wanted to smile at Greef but halted in your movements immediately. You were sure you could hear your heartstrings snap. Sweat broke out on your skin for entirely different reasons than exhaustion and your blood suddenly felt like ice in your veins. Your throat tight and a lump forming, your eyes followed him as he knelt down and set the little green, squirming creature down on the ground.

Gone was the worry that had been lodged into your stomach as you saw him hurriedly making his way over to you with tiny, tiny steps. Beyond overwhelmed you fell to your knees there and then holding out your arms to the little creature all the while trying not to sob too violently. When he was only a few inches from you he stretched out his little arms and with the most beautiful little whimper, fell forward, clutching onto your trousers and burring his little face into your upper thigh.

Tears blurred your vision when the baby tried to climb into your lap and immediately you picked him up and pressed him to your neck, holding him as tightly as you would dare. For several long moments you basked in his little purring and the small touches he gave your neck and your face as you looked at him with utter happiness and relief. “Hey little one” you said with a heavy tongue. “How are you? I missed you.” The baby blinked up at your and again touched your wet cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply and trying to find the nerve to look at the beskar clad man standing close.

You didn’t have to even stand up for it. He moved into your space with confidence and knelt down in front of you. With your face heating up and a little ashamed you turned your head slightly to the side, not looking at him. He sighed deeply and you would be a liar if that modulated huff of air didn´t do something to you. But you were still angry, still hurt. He reached out and patted the baby´s head affectionately. “His name is Grogu” he simply said while trying to make you look at him. It worked. Your head whipped up so quickly you almost yelped at the sting in your muscles and stared at him and then at the child. “Grogu?” you whispered. With a little hoot he looked directly at you. You couldn’t help but grin like a maniac at this new information. “Grogu” you said again laughing and watched as the little baby looked back at the Mandalorian and then at you, blubbering happily.

You looked at him then. “Thank you…for telling me” you said sincerely. He nodded and helped you stand up with Grogu still clinging to you. Adjusting him in your arms you watched how Mando tilted his head looking at the two of you. You didn’t say anything. Somehow everything was how it used to be. He wasn´t strung like a nervous bow anymore, his desperation faded away. His boy was with him again. He seemed calmer than before. That’s probably why you felt the anger seep out of your body into the ground, disappearing. What was left was a pounding heart, bated breath and an old and yet new found pull towards him. You stepped into his space and to your surprise he let you. Although you couldn’t see his eyes or face, you knew that he looked at the two of you with utter devotion and fondness. There was something not quite outspoken yet between the two of you and you were both alright with the fact that it could wait. At least for right now. You were both where you wanted to be.

“I´m so sorry” he breathed out and you immediately shook your head, smiling kindly at him. “No, please listen” he said and lifted his hand laying it carefully to the side of your neck. Your heart almost exploding out of your chest you were sure he could feel your pulse hammering into his clothed hand.

“When they took him it was like I wasn’t there anymore. I was so hollow. In the last months, so many things happened and I will tell you everything but right now…I need you to know…I promised you something and I didn’t keep it. That´ll never happen again.” You had never heard him talk so much in your presence and stuttered out “Grogu…saving him was your priority and I understand. He matters to you.” Mando moved his hand into the back of your neck and the other one to your hip. “You matter,___!” he said with a strong voice that almost made your knees buckle. “You´ve always mattered and I was too much of a coward to see it.” He sighed again and pulled you closer to him. Grogu in your middle looking from him to you several times.

Whispering, the Mandalorian said “My name is Din Djarin and I´m an Apostate. I´m on my way to my home planet to atone and I need my family with me. All of them.” The way his voice almost broke and sounded so vulnerable you were sure that whatever he would ask of you, if you were able, you would give it to him. With a watery laugh you moved your free hand to his helmet and lay it where his cheek would be. Nodding your head quickly and laughing lightly you felt his hand on your hip tighten and slowly his helmet descended towards you.

With Grogu´s excited gurgling in your ears you closed your eyes the moment Din´s helmet touched your forehead. He pressed it a bit more firmly to your head and you pushed back, moving your head from left to right slightly. Again you could hear that modulated chuckle. It sounded so content your heart swelled thrice its size.

While the three of you were standing in front of your school, Din contently holding the two beings he cared about most in his arms, he almost kicked Greef´s ass when he began laughing.

“I always knew someday you would rid me of my most precious teacher, Mando, but tell me. How will you sweep her away in that tiny tin can of yours?” He laughed again Din turned to him, still holding onto your hip. You looked at him curiously. The razor crest was a massive ship. “What-?” you started a bit bewildered. Din looked at you as far as you could tell almost apologetically. “A lot happened Mesh´la. I´ll find a way to take you both.” Your whole body vibrating when he used the Mandalorian term of endearment.

Turning to Greef he said, “Help me out with a ship and I´ll lend you the N1 for the time being. I know you´ve been eying it.” Greef clapped his hands in triumph and yelled for some droids to organize a ship as well as his quarters for a lavish meal later. You weren´t listening to it really. You looked up at Din, his helmet already tilted to you. Grinning like an idiot you pressed a small kiss to Grogu´s fuzzy head and leaned your head on Din´s shoulder. When you felt his chest swell and his entire arm snake around your waist you knew, you were exactly where you needed to be. For yourself, for Grogu, for him. Your Din.

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Thank you very much for reading. If you want to leave a like, comment or reblog this story, I´d be very happy and my day would be made <3 I´m not sure if I should do a part 2 about this with Din removing his helmet ect. What do you think?  

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Are You in to Me? - K.O.

Introduction: Hi! This is my first story so please don’t judge too hard. I really love Kenny so I decided to make my first one abt him. 😋

warnings: p in v, oral (m & f), fingering, losing virginity, swearing, alcohol

Me and the gang (beta squad) decided to take a break and go on a nice little vacation. The ultimate place that we decided to stay. Yes, I know that we’ve already been there, but that was for filming. Without having to do anything it will be way more relaxing and fun.

I had just finished adding my final touches to my suitcase when I felt my phone ding in my pocket. I set down my heavy bag and took my phone out. Looked at the notification and it said it was from Kenny.

Ken ♥️

Hey I’m heading over

Ok. I’ll be waiting!

I smiled at my phone thinking back about how far we had come. The first person I had met was Ahmed (darkest) when I moved to the UK at 13. He had introduced me to chunks, then I met AJ, then Sharks, then, Niko, then Kenny. Although I had known him for the shortest amount of time, we had the best bond than anybody in the beta squad.

As I was thinking I heard Kenny knock on the door. I quickly picked up my pass port and threw it in my carry on bag. I grabbed my luggage and headed for the door. I opened it fast and saw my best friend standing in the door frame.

“Hey Kenny I’ve missed you so much!” I say hugging him. “Hi babes you all ready to go now?” He asked releasing me from the tight hug. I nodded at him and gave him a big smile. He knew how much I needed this trip, because I have been so stressed oht with work lately.

He nodded back and we walked out the door heading for the car. I stuffed my big fat luggage in the back of his car, and then sat in the passenger seat. His car smelled of pine and wood. I’ve always thought he had the best sense in cologne.

He handed me his phone so that I could take aux. We basically have the same music taste so whenever we ride together we take turns on the aux. Of course I had to play some Frank Ocean. It felt the most fitting for the occasion. I turned on ‘Nights’ one of my favorite Frank songs.

I looked out my window and sighed at the sky. Gosh why does England have to have no sunlight whatsoever. I was genuinely getting sick of the UK. All we have here is Nando’s and shitty weather.

We arrive at the airport so me and Kenny hopped out of the car. The airport was massive I didn’t know how we were going to find the mandem in this huge crowd.

Well miracles happen and we found them not long after. I really wanted to book an early flight, but the earliest they could put us in at was at 6 p.m. Although New Zealand is beautiful, the flight from London to Aukland takes about 24 hours. Of course it’s not a continuous flight, but still.

*skipping to arrival, cus I’m lazy*

We arrived at the Aukland Airport the next day. I had fallen asleep for half of the ride, because it was so boring. The only thing that was fun was eating the first class food, and watching movies with Kenny.

I grabbed my luggage and headed towards the gate. As we stepped into the main part of the airport everybody was looking for our personal drivers. “Are we still sharing the room tonight?” “It should be a double bed, at least that’s what Chunkz told me.”

“Yes that sounds alright.” I say back to Kenny with a smile. After a little bit we had found our drivers to take us to the hotel. It was supposedly a pretty expensive 5 star hotel so I was so excited to relax in my bed. I was also told that there would be a huge bar, which would definitely be my favorite part. What can I say? I love a great margarita.

We made it into the lobby and…oh. My. Gosh. It was humongous and it smelt so good. I looked around and there was a huge glass chandelier above my head, glass elevators, golden lobby furniture, and iced lemon and cucumber water.

We got our room keys from the lady up front, which whom I may add was very nice. I went up the elevator with my gang. We had been on the 23rd floor which was second from the top. I was excited, because our hotel room window looked out into the ocean, and supposedly has a balcony.

Me and Kenny made it to our room and we walked in. It was the most amazing hotel room I’ve ever been in. It smelled like vanilla, was very spacious, there were two king sized beds, and a 65 inch tv. But the best part was the bathroom. It was a beautiful gold and white theme, and the shower was incredibly huge.

“Holy shit” I say in awe.

“Yeah, holy shit.” Kenny says admiring the scenery like me. I looked at him with the biggest grin. I rushed over to my bed opened up the covers and laid inside.

“Oh c’mon y/n you can’t be serious!” He says with an amused smile.

“What I’m so jet lagged. Can a girl not get her beauty sleep anymore?” “Ummmm..no. If you haven’t seen, there is a humongous bar, and I don’t have any matches any time soon, so you best believe we’re gonna go out for a drink.” He tells me. I knew he wasn’t asking, because of that stupid look on his face.

He was right though. He had been so busy with his boxing matches, that he didn’t really get to drink much. I would feel so bad if he didn’t have a fun time tonight because of me.

“Ok fine dummy. Just because I love you though.” I say. He looked so happy, because I usually don’t agree with anything he wants to do.

“Thank you so so much. We’re gonna have fun. Trust me y/n.”

“Ok yeah yeah. Just let me take a little nap first. Wake me up at around 10:00 alright?”

He nodded and then I flipped around and dosed off. I was having an amazing sleep until I was awoken by a huge man laying on top of me.

“Y/n Y/n wake uppp it’s time to go to the club”

“Ok Kenny it’s not a club it’s a fucking hotel bar.” “Woah someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“No I think it’s just because you’re crushing my pelvic bone right now.”

“Oh my fault”

“Umm. Yes it is your fault, but it’s ok because I’m about to put on an amazing dress and hopefully I can get tipsy.”

“Yeah, you look like you need it.” He says smiling at me. I slapped his arm hard and then went into the bathroom. I had recently bought this amazing black silk dress from a fancy store. It wasn’t too formal, but definitely not casual. Which I thought was perfect for the occasion.

I shimmied into it and then walked outside. I put on my favorited black heels that made me almost as tall as Kenny when I put them on. I was blessed with my dad’s height genes, which put me at a whopping 5’10. I actually love being tall though. It means that I won’t take shit from any guy.

“Alright I’m ready to go Kenny c’mon!”

“Ok I’m coming. I’m coming.”

We take the elevator down to the first floor where the big bar area is. Kenny was right it was basically like the club we have in downtown London. There were purple L.E.D lights and blaring sexy music. “Hey let’s go get a drink. I want to have some fun!” I say talking very loud so he could hear my voice over the music. “You read my mind!” He said even louder than me. A grabbed his hand and took the leading role walking up to the bar. “Hello, excuse me sir? I would like to start a tab under the name y/n, and could you put two shots of vodka on that and whatever he wants.”

Kenny looked at me shocked, because I was offering to buy him drinks. It was fine though. I never mind spending my money on my friends. I love seeing other people happy, and it was Kenny’s night month off from boxing. The least I could do is treat him to a drink or five.

“Yeah let me just get a whiskey on the rocks please.” The bartender nodded and started to make our drinks.

“So how is your music coming along?” Kenny asks. I always loved when Kenny would ask me questions about me, because unlike some people he actually listened and seemed interested in what I have to say.

“It’s going great actually! I just hit 60 million monthly listeners on Spotify!”

“I’m so proud of you. I always knew that you would be something great.” He smiled at me. The bartender came to us with our drinks and sat them down on the bar. “Cheers!” I say while holding up my glass.

“Cheers.” He says back. Kenny watches me absolutely down my first shot while he is sipping away at his whiskey. I’m all fired up so I take my second one right after.

“Woah slow down cowboy we don’t want you throwing up tonight”

“Haha very funny. You know how good I am at keeping alcohol up” He laughed and nodded. The only time I had thrown up after drinking alcohol was my first time at a keg party in high school. I think I only threw up because the beer tasted like piss anyways. After drinking and dancing a little more we decided that it was best if we walked back up to our room. I wasn’t completely wasted and neither was Kenny. We would both remember how fun our night was tomorrow. But my favorite part is that we probably wouldn’t have a bad headache.

We made it to the elevator and pressed the big button with the number 23 on it.

“Thank you for tonight y/n. I had a really fun time.”

“Of course Kenny I love spending time with you!” I said in response. It was true I genuinely loved hanging out with Kenny. He was never judgmental, and always drove me home if I was too drunk.

We made it into our hotel room and we both sighed. The first thing I wanted to do was get into my comfy pajamas. I went straight to my suitcase to start looking for them.

“Oh shit”

“What happened?”

“I totally forgot my pajamas at the house. Fuck, I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Listen y/n don’t stress. You can just wear my shirt. I brought an extra one just in case.”

“Thank you so much you’re a life saver Kenny” he nodded then handed me the extra shirt. I went into the bathroom to put it on.

I sprayed my favorite vanilla perfume on the shirt and on my neck and then walked back out into the room. “Hey so they have Netflix on here. I think I’ll just log into my account. Do you want to w-” He stopped talking and looked at me.

“Is it comfortable?” He asked.

“Yes, thank you again for letting me borrow it.”

“Mhm any time.”

I walked over to his bed, because I assumed we would watch a movie in his bed, since that’s what we always did. The hotel room was freezing mostly because I had the smallest shorts on. It was basically like I was just wearing a shirt.

I crawled into his warm bed and laid beside him. We ended up turning on The Mighty Ducks, because it was me and Kenny’s favorite when we were in our teenage years.

It was around half way through the film when I felt Kenny’s hand rest on my thigh. He had done it so many times before but this felt different somehow. I pushed past it and decided to keep watching. I tried and tried to stay focused on the screen but I just couldn’t.

How could I sit still when the most beautiful guy I’ve ever laid my eyes on is touching me somewhere that only boyfriends would touch their girlfriends. I pulled my eyes away from the screen to look at Kenny. How have I never noticed how gorgeous his eyes were. Eyes that were once just brown looked completely different. The light from the tv shone into his eyes making them look sparkly. You could see the kindness in his eyes.

He must have noticed me looking at him, because not soon after he looked at me. I should have looked away embarrassed, but this was different. I think that I like my best friend. I looked down at his lips for just a split second, but he seemed to understand perfectly. I felt his lips make contact with mine. It was amazing. I know it sounds weird but this is my first true kiss. Yep, I’m 25 years old and the only other kiss I’ve had was in the 8th grade during spin the bottle at some stupid end of middle school party.

But that kiss didn’t mean anything to me. This did. My best friend since sophomore year of high school was kissing me. He pulled away and smiled at me. I smiled back, gosh I hope it wasn’t obvious that that was my first kiss. I guess he hadn’t noticed, because seconds later his lips were on mine again. But this time it was more passionate. He was kissing me softly and gentle. Then all of the sudden it changed paces. He was starting to kiss me like he was hungry. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I gasped in surprise.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” I ask unsure of what to do.

“Yes, only if you want to.” So I did I took off Kenny’s shirt to reveal my dark green laced bra. I’m so fucking glad that I wore something hot and not my usual one. Although I don’t think he would mind.

He took a second to look at me and his hands reached up to take off his own shirt. I reached my hands up to trace the outline of his abs. I’ve always been impressed by how defined they are. He took his lips off of mine and started to kiss my neck. I thought that this was the best thing I have ever felt. The way he sucked and bit at my neck had me wanting to scream. His lips trailed downs and started to kiss the top of my breasts. Whatever was visible to his eyes he had already put his mouth on.

His hands slowly snake their way down to the waistband of my shorts. I gave him a quick nod. He smiled and started to tug them down. I had matching green laced underwear on, and he seemed to like these better than the top.

“Can I take this off?” He asked referring to my bra.

“Yes, you can do whatever you want. You don’t have to ask.” I whispered back.

He took off my bra and looked down at me.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” He says. I knew he meant it. I can see it in his eyes. He started sucking on my left boob while he massaged the other one with his hand.

I let out a small gasp. I had never felt anything like this before, but something tells me that this is not the best thing that’s gonna happen tonight.

He slides down my underwear and he looks at my folds. He groans at the sight of my embarrassingly wet cunt. He put his finger at my entrance circling around the slick. Then he rubbed his fingers around my clit. I moaned a little at the new feeling of his fingers. His fingers went back down to my entrance, but this time he actually went in. He pushed his finger into me. It was a lot more painful than I had imagined. His finger went further inside of me and I hissed.

“Y/n does that hurt? Are you alright?”

“Yes it hurts a little bit.” “Y/n it shouldn’t hurt that bad..have you never done this before?” I looked at hime with my mouth a little open trying to find the right words.

“Are you a virgin?” He finally asked the question that I was dreading.

“Yes, but it’s ok Kenny I have to start sometime.”

“No y/n we can’t do this. It’s just not right.”

“What why don’t you want to do this is it because I’m not pretty enough or something?”

“Trust me y/n you don’t want to do this.”

“How do you know what I want? I think that you are the one who doesn’t want to. Why else would you be trying to avoid this?”

Before I knew it Kenny grabbed my wrist and rushed my hand down to his crotch. I felt how hard it was.

“Y/n nobody said I didn’t want this. Do you see what you do to me?”

I stepped even closer to him if that was even possible. I knew that we both wanted this so what was holding us back. I looked into his eyes.

“We can go slow. I promise to you that I want to do this. And I would not want anybody else to take my virginity.”

He sighed and leant in to kiss me again. It was aggressive but sweet. It was the most perfect kiss ever. He pushed my gently into the mattress and put his finger back at my entrance. “If it ever hurts too bad just tell me and I’ll stop ok?” I nod and he puts his finger in me. This time it’s less pain and more pleasure. “Shit. That feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good for me baby. You think you can handle another finger?” I hesitated for a second and then nodded my head. He added the second finger and it stretched me out perfectly. There was just a little bit of pain, but it was overtaken by pleasure. I moaned by how good his big fingers filled me up. He was curling them in and out, and I was on the brink of cumming. “Kenny, I think I-I’m gonna cum”

“I know I know let it out for me pretty girl.”

That was all it took for me to release all over his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, and licked my juices off of them. I was panting heavily when I noticed he scooted down the bed a little bit, so where his head was aligned at my cunt.

I felt his tongue swirl around. He was cleaning up the mess that I had just made. I made eye contact with hime while he was in between my thighs. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen.

“Can we fuck already? I want to make you feel good too.”

“Yes baby we can.” He pulled down his pants and boxers. His dick sprung out and hit his stomach. It looked painfully hard and not to mention it was huge. I mean I didn’t have a ruler on me, but I would say about 7 1/2 inches and was thick. My jaw dropped at the sight. How was that supposed to fit when his fingers barely could. And just as if he could read my mind he said.

“It will be ok. I’ll go as gentle as possible.”

I nodded and he proceeded to put it in me. It was stretching me to the limits, but I didn’t care because it felt so good. “Ugh..Kenny” I moaned. It was only half way in and It already felt like so much.

“Are you ok? Why do you feel so tense?”

“I’m just nervous”

“There’s no reason to be nervous. Just relax your body you will be fine.” And just like that I relaxed, but my cunt loosened up and sucked him in a little. This caused him to jut his hips forward far down into my vagina.

“Omg fuck I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. Do it again.” And that’s exactly what he did he thrusted into me again and it felt like pure euphoria. He was moaning and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. He went at a faster speed and it felt so good.

“K-kenny right there. Fuck.” He was hitting my g-spot at such a fast rate. I was about to cum again and I could tell he was too, because I could feel his penis twitching inside of me.

“You can cum in me I’m on the pill.” He looked into my eyes as I said that. And as if right on time we came together while looking into each other’s eyes.

After we rode out our highs he thudded down on the mattress right next to me. “That felt amazing Kenny.”

“Yeah well you did an amazing job.”

I put back on my underwear and bra and he put back on his boxers and sweats. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I was sat scrolling on TikTok when he came back and laid beside me. “So do you want to go another round?” He asked in a sweet voice.

“Trust me Kenny I would love to, but I’m kind of sore right now. Since it was my first time and all.” He tried to shuffle away from me, but it was too late because I could feel his hard-on rubbing against my thigh.

“Oh that’s ok we don’t have to do anything.”

“No I can’t just let you go to sleep like that. Here.” I started backing down towards his lower part.

“No y/n you don’t have to do this.”

“But I want to.” I slowly pulled down his bottoms again and spat in my hand. I started stroking down from the tip to the base.

“Shit y/n that’s so good.” I kitten licked his tip before slowly engulfing his cock. I lifted my head back up with a pop and licked from the base to the top. “Ugh y/n keep going please please.”

I did just as I was told and I put my mouth around his cock, but I went further this time. I hallowed out my cheeks and started bobbing up and down.He grabbed onto the back of my head and pushed me down a little further. I was pretty far back but not to the point where I would choke.

“Oh shit y/n just like that. I’m so close.”

After a few seconds he released in my mouth, and I sucked him dry. I lifted my head up and opened my mouth to show him his cum and then I swallowed it. “Gosh you’re so hot, and you don’t even know.”

“Who said I didn’t know?” I said back. He smiled and I laid back down beside him. “So do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Are you kidding? I thought you would never ask.”

AN: I don’t know if this is too long or not but I hope you enjoy it. Also this is not proofread, because it’s 2:30 in the morning and I don’t got the time babes. But yeah let me know what you think.

#beta squad #king kenny #chunkz #sharky #niko omilana #aj shabeel #smut #yung filly #london

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You remember 2017? What passing FOSTA/SESTA did to the Internet? Tumblr was never same was it. How legislation in one country, the one that controls most of our Web the Internet changed as a whole

They passed an even worse bill didn't they (masked in media as "tiktok ban" to try to downplay it)

If FOSTA/SESTA took dicks and boobs from your feed - it did a lot more actual harm to marginalized people but I am trying to find an angle people here would understand - the new one gives loopholes to cencor all LGBT content (as cr1stof4scists in power in USA deem it inherently sexual and do not tell me"republicans are soo bad but de... NO this bill had bipartisan support meaning both parties support this!) not to mention it gives them tools to cencor and control more - how fast pro-palestina rhetoric got seen must have scared them, your empire is scared of people talking to each other and seeing past their tailored propaganda.

On top, it gives tools for your governemnt to infringe your privacy even more and keep tabs on what you do online.. In a country that puts women who had miscarriages in jail, even joking about abortions becomes dangerous.

And Europeans, stop being smug. This is not "dumb americans" this is capitalism leading to (chr1sto)fascism. Europe is not far behind. This will seep in the Internet as a whole as it did with earlier legislation. There are also powerful lobbyists in EU trying to crumble privacy laws as it is indeed the USA not China that wants access to your private information and as it serves the capital, they got humongous amount of money to lobby and corruption is rampant. There is also very big chance the next elections may see the far right coalition in power in EU. We are not safe either.

What can you do? Be active. Call & mail your MPs share your concerns. Talk to people around you. Voting alone does nothing, you got to keep the pressure up between elections. EU people, find a party that is not the worst and then canditate that knows and is knowledgeable and back them up. Or get knowledgeable yourself and help canditates understand how important internet privacy and freedom is. The other side has money to lobby, but if enough of us has a few minutes time... There are far bigger things at stake here on top of anti-internet thing (like racism, supporting genocide and warmongering) but it is all connected and realist in me understands in the current state of europe you are more likely to get elected focused on privacy&freedom than peace&humanitarian issues.

Not the best article as it downplays it into tiktok ban and leaves out lot of stuff but one i had at hand as it was one of the first reporting of it:

#stop KOSA #internet censorship #internet privacy #internet freedom

[wendyslegalwife]

HAPPY VALENTINES!!!! could you write a fluffy wendy fic where reader just spoils her in cute gifts?? i love your works!

Wendyxfemdreader

Genre:fluff

Warnings: none

Tysm anonie!! I'm so happy you love my works🥹🩵🩵

★ Eversince you and wendy had been engaged you couldn't shake off your habit of buying her tons of gifts, even she had to find ways to store her things because all of those were from you and she couldn't even store them properly as they were a lot.

It was finally christmas once again and you had decided to give her nothing else but gifts and love, walking into the giant mall going from stall to stall just to get her anything she would love and deserve, you always had to force her friends irene, seulgi, joy, and yeri just to help you with buying for wendy.

Even they were always having fun since you had always gave them something in return as an appreciation for the they have gave to you, as for the last and final shop you and the girls had decided to purchase a full collection of designer bags from chanel, louis vitton, and all the high end brands you could think of.

This was only a little amount for you, it only seemed like cute little presents that were just nothing but a spare change in your wallet, but to her it was more than that she felt like you only prioritized giving her gifts instead of giving her actual affection.

So this time you really took priority on focusing more on giving cuddles and kisses rather than just spoiling her with lots of luxurious gifts she wouldn't even dare to use because it has a sentimental value towards her.

"Thank you ladies, I appreciate the help once again, I have to go now I hope you ladies enjoy your gifts." All the girls nodded happily, joy smiled widely, "Thank you y/n! Happy holidays," they waved their goodbyes and went about their days, you waved back and got out of the mall as you drove back home.

You opened the door seeing wendy watching tv as she is laying down on the couch, she turned her head, her eyes widening in happiness as she immediately ran to hug you tight, the small girl embracing your stoic figure.

"baby I missrd you! Where have you been all day.. you didn't respond to all my calls and text-" you shushed her with your finger, "hush my darling, do not worry for I have been out with your friends for some shopping." Wendy frowned, "did you go shopping without me?" "Yes but please sit down dear I have much to show you."

You both sat down with a smile painted both on your faces, you carried a humongous box infront of her and let her open the box, as she was unwrapping the box barely reaching the top as her small figure was struggling to reach, you lifted her up making it easier for her.

She gasped in awe and excitement as there was many wrapped boxes of gifts stacked and labeled each, you let her relax as you took out all of the gifts she watched patiently, "Why so much baby? you know that I already have three rooms filled with so much presents from you" "anything for my princess, and besides gifts is the one of the things I will be giving you." "Those that mean I'm getting something else other than just materials?"

You smiled, scooping her into your arms not wasting a single second into taking her in your bedroom laying her down ever so lightly, she smiled pecking your lips which you gave back in return. "My princess let's spend this special holiday with love and joy."

And so you attacked her... With lots of smooches! All over her face and neck which made the small girl giggle in joy feeling ticklish of your lips, "Hehe oh my baby so much kisses! It tickles!!" She giggled out loud like a kid healing her inner childhood, she didn't receive much attention back when she was just a child since her parents had to work hard just to keep a roof over their heads.

"I know I've been very materialistic towards you instead of being affectionate, I'm very disappointed in myself that's why let's keep it nice and simple this year.." Wendy held your face as she looked deep into your eyes, "even if you've given me so much already?" She jokingly said which made you laugh.

Enjoying this warm special moment of embracing each other warmly, seizing the moment filled with warmth and happiness. Wendy nuzzled close up against the crook of your neck humming a beautiful melody.

"anything else you'd like to do this Christmas my princess? more hugs? Cuddles? Smooches? You name it my love." "How about a kiss?" You nodded with a smile pulling her in for a kiss, the kiss turning into something more as the night comes.

-wendyslegalwife🩵🩵

#red velvet #wlw #wendyxfemreader #wendy red velvet #fem reader

[swearyshera]

It took me a while to manage to gather words for the finale. But they are still scarce. However, if I have few words, I do have lots of emotions, most of them positive. And if some darker and more angsty there are, they are the much needed emotions one needs in order to think, get through life, and go ahead. To learn more about oneself. Through laughs and hope and dreams shattered or made true, through hardships and celebrations, through simple pleasures and huge thinking sessions. But always, through communication, sharing, and growing together (even if that means being behind a computer screen, it does count, for hell's sake it does :3) Thank you, for the humongous work you put into this, and for the gigantic amount of emotions and thoughts, thank you for having given a second life to the series, and for everything. I really wish I could be a better writer x) Cheers, from behind the fourth wall, I promise Entrapta I am wearing pants. Pyjies pants, but still. And I hereby declare I shall always be very formally dressed to read an online comic. One never knows x) See you around ♪▲ (^v^)❃ ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ-

Thank you so much for your kind words! It really does feel like this whole thing has been somewhat of a community effort, and I've gotten to know so many wonderful people because of it. I value that so much.

As writers, our main job is to give people emotions, so I'm happy that I've been able to do so on so many occasions. It's been a lot of work, of course it has, but it's been worth every second. And I've become a better writer through it - I'm almost embarrassed when I look back at some of the earlier stuff! But, and I hope you will find this too, every time we write, we learn something and get better ourselves - and I've come to learn that you can edit bad writing, but you can't edit no writing, so get pen to paper or fingers to keyboards and the magic will happen!

I do hope I can make more Sweary She-Ra things one day. I have something in progress, but I don't know what it will amount to!

[eisukevint]

My You

Yosuke Sagara | Kings of Paradise

a/n: HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @hellocupie its yosuke’s wife’s day fr i love you so fucking omg thank you for being my favourite proof reader, listening to my rants 24/7, keeping up with my shit show i love you <3 this was done last minute im sorry its not the best but this was the least i could do for everything youve done for me! have the best time of ur life!!!

…

Impulse shopping is a sport and if buying the first thing that reminds Yosuke of his wife whenever he sets his eyes on something impulse shopping, then Yosuke is a champion. There was no other way to justify the 300 squishmallows and plushies he bought simply because he thought that they looked like his adorable wife.

Yosuke, with the worker’s from the shop he practically emptied, could barely see what’s in front of them due to the gigantic pile of plushies in their arms as they manoeuvred through the mall to the parking lot. This was all part of Yosuke’s grand scheme for his wife’s perfect birthday.

He quickly rushed back into the mall after putting the other stuff in his car, to the jewellery store that had caught his eye when he was leaving. He was surfing through the various chains and bracelets but nothing appealed to him. He was just about to leave the store when his eyes landed on a pair of bracelets. It was a couple’s set and Yosuke was more or less convinced that this was meant for him and (Y/N). He quickly got it packed in their nicest packaging, exited the mall and sped away to complete the last of his preparations.

…

It was 10:00 am by the time Yosuke had gotten out of bed and proceeded to wake (Y/N) up too. He kissed her on the lips wishing her a happy birthday and to say he was overflowing with joy when he saw her smile would be an understatement. But this was just the beginning of his plans so he urged (Y/N) out of the bed and into the bathroom.

The minute she got out of the bath, Yosuke put a blindfold on (Y/N)’s eyes and led to her to the unused guest room in their home. When he undid the blindfold from her eyes and she took a good look at the room, (Y/N) started at at the humongous amount of plushies strewn all across the room. They were all of different sizes and colours, each dissimilar from the other. She turned her head towards Yosuke, jaw slack and eyes widened. This was a dream come true.

“Oh i’m not done yet.” Yosuke smirked and whisked her away out to the entrance.

They eventually set off in his car. (Y/N) kept asking him where they were going but Yosuke kept shushing her. Their playful banter kept the atmosphere lively and the two hours passed by quickly. They eventually reached the outskirts of the city to a cottage with a stream in view. The place looked warm and cozy, a serene place away from the prying eyes of the world.

Yosuke led (Y/N) in and she gaped at the skillfully assembled party decorations. The venue looked like it was for a massive party but it really was just the two of them and they wouldn’t have preferred it any other way.

“This is amazing, Yosuke. Thank you so much!’” (Y/N) turned towards Yosuke as he grabbed her hand and led her inside.

“You haven’t seen the best part yet.” He flashed a smile, settled her on the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. The sounds of kitchen utensils being put to work made it clear that he was cooking for them and (Y/N)’s heart overflowed with love for the man and the efforts he put into making her day better.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the kitchen and once again, grabbed her hand and led her to the dining table.

The aroma of the assortment of side dishes and the steak enticed a grumble from their stomachs and (Y/N) had to ask him if he did all of this himself, to which he nodded. Her eyes visibly brightened when she tasted Yosuke’s cooking again and he melted at the sight. They relished in the pleasant atmosphere and appetising food and before long, the sky had turned orange.

“So, how would you rate my cooking this time?” Yosuke asked with bated breath, (Y/N) in his arms as they got comfortable on the couch.

“An 87/100?” (Y/N) grinned at Yosuke as he feigned mock offense.

“87?! But I put in so much love!” He huffed and buried his face in her hair causing (Y/N) to laugh heartily.

“You got a 70 last time! Fine, i’ll give you five extra points for that.” (Y/N) exclaimed and Yosuke instantly perked up, hugging her a little tighter.

“Did you practice?” (Y/N) asked and Yosuke hummed in response.

“I’ve been practicing to get the steak perfect for over two weeks now.” He replied. He was about to give her a quick kiss and remembered the gift he had gotten her so he quickly detangled their legs and rushed to the kitchen a second time leaving a confused (Y/N) behind.

Yosuke, with a party hat on his head and a cake in his hand, came out of the kitchen singing the birthday song. (Y/N) was beaming and Yosuke could not restrain himself from grabbing her face and kissing her adorable face right there. The cake was pink and had little red hearts on it. It was lovely, just like his wife.

(Y/N) cut the cake while they blew the candles out together. She could not ask for a more perfect day when Yosuke took the gift bag off his wrist and handed it to (Y/N), urging her to open it.

(Y/N) opened the velvet box and gazed at a pair of bracelets in absolute awe. They were platinum bracelets, with a star on one piece and a moon on the other. Yosuke took the star bracelet out of its box and put it on (Y/N)’s wrist. The star glimmered under the dim light of the living room. She was snapped out of her trance when Yosuke spoke up.

“They say the moon feels lonely without its stars.” He grabbed the moon bracelet and put it on his own wrist.

“A night sky is complete when the moon is surrounded by the stars.” He clasped her hands into his own ans gazed in her eyes. (Y/N) could see an emotion in Yosuke’s she couldn’t put a word on. This seriousness seemed out of character for Yosuke and she couldn’t help but tear up.

“You’re the radiant star that makes my starry sky complete, (Y/N). When you’re not around me, I feel lonely. The sense of wholeness when we’re together, when we’re one, is so overwhelmingly euphoric I fell in love with you all over again. Thank you for staying with me against all odds. Thank you for being born. Thank you, for brightening up my days and nights.” Tears were flowing down (Y/N)’s face at this point and Yosuke reached up to wipe them off.

“I love you, (Y/N). You complete me.” A dazzling smile erupted on his face as (Y/N) embraced him, whispering sweet words of adoration and affection for the man.

With their hearts content and bodies united, (Y/N) and Yosuke spent the after hours of her birthday tangled up with each other. They basked in each other’s presence, affirming their love once again.

#CUPIE DAY #i love you hehe #yosuke’s wife #kings of paradise #kop yosuke #l365 #otome #voltage inc #love 365 find your story

[indigo-ghost-girl]

Spoilers for parts of Sonic Frontiers...

Part 1

Part 7 WIP

Eggman howled with victorious laughter as he flew into the relative safety of his fleet.

However, it wasn’t long before he started to notice the explosions. He also noticed the two concentrated beams of red energy burning through the air, like the world’s most dangerous beam lights.

The doctor’s laughter faded into a concerned whine as he steeled a cautious glance behind him. He caught a brief glimpse of his possessed nemesis zipping around at his usual speed.

Eggman couldn’t deny it made him almost nostalgic. It was like he was in space again, leading Super Sonic through the rest of his fleet into a trap designed specifically to capture him and retrieve the emeralds. Only this time, the comforting blanket of a plan wasn’t a safety net he could fall back on.

The bolt of red stopped for a split second.

With an instinctual jerk, Eggman swerved the eggmobile to his left. Two lazers of humming, neon purple energy buzzed past him. The narwal themed airship in front of him took the hit and erupted in a great ball of flames. The human gulped.

“Eggman, keep him distracted, I have a plan,” came in Tails static voice from Eggman’s earpiece. It was a miracle it was even heard at all.

“What does it look like I’m doing!” Eggman squawked, swerving his eggmoble hard right to avoid another electric blast. The doctor nervously eyed the singed side of his eggmobile for a split second, “Whatever you plan on doing, do it faster!”

…

On the ground, the other two were helping Tails rummage through the stack of metal crates of Eggman technology and supplies. They had begun to set up an impromptu computer, something neither the red or pink creatures could really wrap their head around.

“So, what’s the new plan?” Knuckles asked, eyeing the lightshow in the upper atmosphere with the appropriate caution and slight awe. He flinched when three giant fish like battleships exploded in quick succession. The sudden judder in his muscles made Knuckles painfully aware of how much he ached.

“The ancients thought ahead, they had a backup plan for if the three titans somehow got destroyed, in the form of the towers,” Tails explained, sliding the metal tongs of two clumps of wires into the ports of a giant keyboard. The keyboard was sitting in a foldable metal table, its thin legs standing surprisingly strong as more and more pressure was piled on top of it.

“Alright?” Knuckles asked, eyes still fixed on the sky.

“Which means that, if we’re lucky, they might have made some type of backup program encase it did get out.”

“Wait, I thought… Sage told us sealing him in cyberspace wouldn’t work?” Amy questioned, pulling out a folded swivel chair that looked big enough to hold ten large bags of potato’s. She took a moment to look at it questioningly, wondering whether Eggman really needed a chair that big or if he just wanted to sit on throne sized seats.

The fox connected another clump of wires into the cyberspace portal, the custom gear shaped metal plug slotting perfectly into its base.

“Not… permanently no but it should buy us some time.” Tails flicked three switches and pressed a big black button. The machine whirred to life, two holographic screens flickering on above the keyboard.

Amy unfolded the chair and pushed it in front of the computer.

Tails fell into the chair, flexing his fingers. “And If not, I’m going to have to program one from scratch.”

...

Eggman beelined it to the tankiest ship in his fleet, weaving in and around the ships moving in to shield him against the lazers zapping mercilessly through the air. The ship in question was a humongous whale shark inspired vessel, wider than most skyscrapers and heavier too, only kept afloat by an ungodly amount of fossil fuel that would make any environmentalist pull their hair out.

The metal sphere narrowly dodged another pair of lazers. He pressed on, resisting the urge to pound his console in fearful frustration. The great Doctor Eggman, fleeing like a coward, again! He simmered furiously. He couldn’t even…

An alarm blared a loud “wahh”, on his console. Eggmans head snapped to the side. One of his airships was hurtling towards him, smouldering with red flames.

He let out a very unsophisticated “Gahhh!” pressing south hard on his controls. The metal egg pod dipped suddenly.

A grating scraping tore across the top of his glass dome. One of the smouldering wings had caught the top of the egg mobile. Its legacy left behind by the charred scratch now engraved into the glass. The sound may have deafened him, were it not for his metal headphones that automatically did their best to cancel out much of the screech.

A metal docking hatch opened on the whale shark ship and Eggman shot for it. His momentum wabbled as he dodged yet another lazer blast. He made it in, side of the Eggmobile clipping the side of the docks entrance, a chunk of metal peeling off. The man dove from the craft, hitting the ground with an undignified groan. He flinched away at the loud crunch that echoed from the far side of the dock seconds later. Eggman didn’t spare a glance at the broken hunk of metal that might have been his resting place had he not ejected himself, instead focusing on dashing to the exit, slamming his fist on a big black button outlined in yellow and black strips. The ship suddenly lit up in blaring alarms, red lights flashing, as he booked it through the door. It closed with a heavy clonk behind him.

Something loud cracked behind him as he ran through yet more doors, each one closing with a heavier thunk. The Docters brain was running a mile a minute, desperately recalling the safest route to another dock and a spare eggmobile. The further away he got, the quieter it became. It made the hairs on his mustache stand on end.

The man slowed to a stop, leaning on his knees and panting. The sound of his gasping breaths echoing off the soulless metal walls of the tunnel. The longer there was no sound, the more the doctors skin began to crawl.

He lifted a shaking hand up to the radio in his headset, missing the button his first attempt at pressing it. “Tails,” he called into his radio, “Just what are you up to?” he demanded, his voice came out much feebler than he preferred and he cleared his throat sharply.

“Just keep it busy,” came the hurried, reedy voice of the fox.

“It’s gone quiet up here,” Eggman admitted with a cautious mumble, “has it…”

“He’s not returned to the island, if that’s what you’re asking,” came the reply.

Eggman hummed in nervous acknowledgement, releasing the speaker button. Eggman pulled out a wire from his back pocket, plugging it into an open space in the wall. He attached the lead into a small tablet like device he pulled from his coat. The screen of the device flittered to life. The top view of the room he was in popping up; the feed relayed from the camara on the wall, showing his bald head and bristled mustache. Eggman took a moment to smooth down his facial hair before tapping the screen. The feed flickered to the room he knew was the dock he had entered. The view of the room flashed red every few seconds: lighting up the space. It took a few seconds to make out but there was a giant hole in the wall, great cracks leading from the hole and into the runways.

Eggman clenched his fist.

He swiped the screen to the right, turning the camara, the door he had entered through was intact, much to his surprise. Had it not followed him?

“Tails are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Tails responded, bordering on curt.

“What’s going on up there Eggman?” Came the distant voice of Knuckles. “The explosions stopped…”

“I don’t know,” Eggman grumbled, flickering through more camaras, the control centre, the engine, the massive spare robot part room.

“Come out come out wherever you are,” came a whispery call from above him. Eggman jolted, stumbling backwards and snapping his head around. His eyes fell on the metal bars that led into the darkness of a tunnel.

“What?” called the confused voice of Knuckles.

“The blasted thing is in the ventilation shaft,” he quickly yanked the cable from the port, shoving both bits of equipment into his coat and starting up his panicked sprint again. Seconds after he took off, the distinctive sound of tearing metal screeched behind him.

“All robots, report to storage chamber B10. NOW!” Eggman commanded. He burst into the next room, running past the broken robot parts and the line of mass produced soldier bots that had began filing into the room from three different entrances. Robots, armed to the literal teeth with guns, lazer cannons and various other deadly metal barrels. The door slammed behind him as he entered. The impact shook the ground under his feet and his arms flailed as he regained his balance.

“Robots! He demanded hoarsely, gasping for breath, “Attack!” A metal explosion went off behind him. Eggman saw tiny bullet sized metal shrapnel go flying past his face. He was still mid run when something lodged itself in the back of his left heel. It threw him off completely. The man fell flat on his face, sliding over the threshold of the exit with his gained momentum.

The door slammed shut behind him, just centremetres away from his boots.

“This had better be worth it, Fox.” he spat into the radio, unplanting his red face from the metal floors. The man tried to stand, jolting forwards when he tried to put pressure on his left ankle. He caught himself on his hands before he could face plant a second time. He had made it to the control room. A large white control panel sat at the centre of the ovular space, propped up on a purposely tall platform with five steps on either side.

Eggman sighed, suddenly regretting his architecture choices.

Eggman heard a seething hissing. He flipped onto his back. A chunk of the metal door fizzled and glowed a hot burning red. It formed the unmistakable silhouette of Super Sonic.

The human scrambled backwards on his back like a three legged spider, his immobile left leg dragging a streak of bright crimson across the spotless white floor.

In walked an unfettered red hedgehog, molten metal dripping off it like hot butter. Its fur and quills hissed, steam and smoke rising off it in thin spirals. Small, charred patches of purple fur fell out, floating to the floor in black, scattered clumps. The skin underneath, only visible for a moment as the fur almost immediately grew back. It took a moment to brush off a small clump of charred fur on its shoulder before turning its attention back to its target.

The hedgehog observed the cowering human for a moment. It chuckled.

Sonic’s face lit up, mouth spreading into a cocky grin, “What is wrong eggface, frightened of a little rodent?” called the thing, its voice warping into a Sonic like snark.

Eggman began to feel thick sweat crawling down the back of his neck. What he would give to have the real Sonic approaching him. He, at least, could be talked down.

“Sonic, you stubborn rodent,” he barked, dragging his tense and ragged limbs across the floor away from it, “I’ve fought you for years, your persistence is maddening. You refused to be commanded by anything before, not even by my brilliance. Why is this thing an exception?”

It paused, then smiled. “The ‘rodent’ doesn’t care doctor.”

“Get back!” he demanded, shuffling back on his bottom. He hit the opposite wall.

Eggmans hand finally reached the compartment behind him, yanking open the hatch and grabbing the lazer gun. The bowel expanded like a Venus flytrap. Eggman spammed the trigger, red shots of light rapidly shooting from the centre of the jaws.

The red hedgehog continued its walk, unfettered. Each shot that hit its target smouldering out like a doused flame, the rest flying uselessly by, melting little holes through the wall, beams of blue sky shining through.

…

Tails jittering fingers jabbed at the keyboard.

Amy tapped the tip of her boot against the ground nervously, hands clasped tightly to her heart. Her eyes followed along to the strings of code appearing across the screen in a vain attempt to understand anything.

Knuckles was pacing, agitated, back and forth through the grass. “Arg,” Knuckles growled, kicking up a clump of grass, “I should be doing something.”

A square panel the size of a thick, A5 book slid back on the metal cylinder, attached to the keyboard with trailing yellow wires. “Amy, I need one of your rings,” Tails told her, lifting his left hand from the keyboard to point at the hole while his right continued to type away.

“Of course,” Amy twisted a ring off her left wrist.

“I said stay back!” Shouted the radio. Tails flinched back, unhooking the radio from his ear, gently tossing it down next to the keypad.

Something on the other end crunched, a static howl erupted from the speaker.

All three creatures cringed. Amy’s face twisted in hesitant worry. The hedgehog quickly slid the ring into the hole, only half of it fitting inside.

“Foreign item, except? Y/N”

Tails quickly clicked a popup that appeared on the second, smaller hologram.

A loading bar appeared under the box.

“Good, now don’t touch it,” Tails turned his attention to the second screen, his hands became a blur on the keyboard, eyes flickering across the lines of blue lettered code as they appeared on screen.

The second voice spoke up from the radio, “This incarnation can only speculate the sentiment of mortal empathy.”

Knuckles found himself gritting his teeth.

“Natheless, Comprehension of imposed imprisonment is a shared abhorrence.”

“Come on...” mumbled The Fox, frantically hitting the back button ten times.

“And compensation is long since overdue.”

A tearing sound, like a knife scoring through leather, followed. The radio crackled and buzzed, struggling to receive the volume on the other side. Small moments of broken roaring cries occasionally snapping through the static.

Amy covered her mouth with a hand, reeling backwards. Her head turned to Knuckles.

“Tails!” He snapped.

Tails lent into the holographic screen, his nose a pennies width from it, “I need more time!” he hissed desperately.

A high whistling cut through the air. Knuckles head snapped towards the sound. A red something broke through the side of an airship, zipping through the air like a comet.

“I’ll keep it busy,” Knuckles shot off in the comet’s direction, tracking its fall.

Amy went to follow; Tails grabbed her by the arm. “No, I need you here.”

Knuckles shoes stopped dangerously close to the edge of the cliff face, skidding to a stop just in time.

The comet crashed into the ocean, knocking up a towering pillar of water that drenched the cliffside. It drenched Knuckles along with it. A slimy something smacked him in the face. He yelped and spluttered in surprise, batting away the silvery distressed fish. It gasped and flailed on the grass next to him. Knuckles wiped the saltwater from his face, his eyes staining with a red frame. He blinked hard, trying to clear the buzzing pain assaulting his eyeballs.

He got back enough of his vision to notice the fish. Knuckles frowned sadly. Still blinking frantically, he nudged it gently back into the water with the side of his foot. It landed back in the water with an unheard plop among the roaring of the waves.

A boom shook the ground. Through Knuckles’ blurred vision he saw a dim scarlet light illuminate the darkness below the waters surface. A few seconds passed and a slew of black shapes bobbed to the surface. Knuckles shook his head before squinting his eyes.

Fish. Dead eyed sea creatures, black charcoal burned to their scales.

Knuckles shoulders tensed. He growled, watching the corpses get tossed around in the waves. He made a fist, slamming it furiously into his other hand. He examined the water, eyes twitching, fiercely watching the waves, waiting for that thing to dare show its face.

Something else bobbed to the surface, small bits of something. He couldn’t see what.

Another rumbling caught his attention, it felt like someone burrowing in the rocks beneath him.

Crackle!

Knuckles leapt back, narrowly missing the shooting red ball of electricity as it shot from the earth beneath his heels.

The Echidna raised his fists, halting when he saw something in its hand: The glistening blue head of metal Sonic, dangling; loose wires fizzling from its base.

“Meddlesome machine,” it tutted lightly, flicking it away with its index finger. The metal ball shot horizontally over the cliff. It soon became a dot in the distance before it lost momentum and dropped like a rock.

The red hedgehog opened its mouth casually, letting loose a waterfall of seawater that cascaded out in one go. Knuckles grimaced in disgust.

“Your friend detests the ocean,” it commented, mouth still dribbling.

Knuckles leapt, aiming a punch. It grinned softly, disappearing just before the fist could contact. A blast of pain exploded in the back of his skull. Another strike to the chest sent him plummeting into the ground, creating a small chasm in the stone cliff face under him.

“You disappoint me, last of the echidnas, your friend believes you to be more capable than that pathetic display.”

Knuckles strained to open his eyes, a pounding headache beating at the back of his brain like a drum. Something caught the corner of his vision. The echidna smiled. With a grunt, Knuckles pushed himself from the rubble onto his knees, “Of course I am,” he chuckled, voice cracking. He heaved in a few breaths, quelling his headache, “But I’m just the distraction,”

A bright yellow ring descended over the head of the red hedgehog, closing in on its arms in a millisecond and swiftly yanking the hedgehog away.

“…What is this?” it questioned dully as it was quickly dragged across the island.

It turned its head, following the yellow rope dragging the ring, noticing the keyhole shaped structure ploughing towards it, the circle atop alit with a glitchy blue flame. The neon purple lights in its eyes spasmed.

“NO!” An eldritch screech boomed, its face twisting and stretching vertically like rubber. “We will not return to that accursed prison.” It screeched in desperation, legs flailing, thousands of voices morphing into one.

It burst to life with red electricity. Just as it entered the circle, the yellow ring binding it shattered.

The red hedgehog glowered down at the fox, neon purple slicing through icey blue. “YOU.DARE-”

But Amy had already ripped off her second ring, jamming it into the hole, Tails quickly slammed down his hand on a blue button. A second ring formed. It ensnared its neck, yanking it back.

The air fizzed to life with red sparks for a split second but was immediately quelled as a bright golden light engulphed the portal.

Tails and Amy shielded their eyes from the bright golden glow, stumbling backwards. The blinding light flickered, fading completely as the humming ancient technology quieted. The only sound left was the exhausted panting of the two friends, standing before the deactivated portal.

“Sorry Amy…” Tails breathed “I don’t think you’ll be getting your rings back,”. Tails shook from head to tails, his arms and fingers throbbing and sore from all the typing.  

“Tails…” Amy wheezed, “That, is the least of my worries right now.”

A silent relief washed over the two. Both fell to their knees.

#Uhhh what do i usually put here again? #Desperation!Sonic #End!Sonic #Chapter 6 #The Desperation of the End #Sonic Frontiers #Sonic Frontiers spoilers #Sonic Au #Sonic fanfiction #Sorry it took so long #most of it was done like i said but i lost a bit of motivation to continue it

[pieroulette]

Hiiiiii!

AHHHHH I'm so ready for all the &team requests to come through!

So my first request is for our beautiful boy K. Can I please request a one-shot kinda vibe where he tries to teach you one of their choreos (whatever your favourite one is) and you struggle a bit but he is so patient with you? Like he reassures you and shows you again. Just a fluffy ending where you are just crazy in love ♡

Thank youuuuuu!

THAT'S MY GIRL ! | KOGA YUDAI (K) &TEAM

warning : a little suggestive ig but it's all fluff lol

wc : 1.2k

author's note : i srsly dunno what to name this oneshot but bc of my 'desperation' to name each oneshot for aesthetic purposes for the masterlist, so yea 🗿

A series of panting left your mouth as you tried to execute the dance part in Firework’s chorus, which was apparently Kei’s part and the choreo he contributed for it. Well, it’s safe to say that the jumping part itself was the hardest to execute as every time you tried to do it, your feet proceeded to betray you by pointing in the other way. Mind you, you haven’t even learn past the jumping part despite flawlessly learning the intro’s choreo.

It feels as if your earlier petty arrogance got in the back of your head, and causing you to eat your own words eventually.

A breath of giggle echoes right through your ear, one that drips in honey, one that you’re very well familiar of. “You can do it, babe.”

“Seriously, how did you even came up with this choreo?” gripping your knees as you panted hard, your heart skipped a thousand thumps against your ribs in a millisecond—threatening to fly out at any moment.

Kei hummed in response, his eyes darting around the space as he leaned against the large mirror. “Just something I think would fit the chorus a lot, plus it screams desperation so I thought why not.”

“Yeah right, so much desperation that I couldn’t even execute this damn jump.”

“I just showed you the execution about maybe.. A thousand times?” His doe eyes pierce right through your soul, holding traces of playfulness.

“Shut up.”

Another audible giggle squeezes it way out of his mouth, a slight smirk with traces of grin adorned his plump lips. “C’mon babe, don’t you think you can do better than this? I’m rooting for you.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Teasing you is my daily pleasure.”

You scoffed in return, turning your head in the other side with your arms crossed. Your little action itself had Kei shaking his head in amusement, approaching you ever so fast despite the small amount of steps he took, something that you very well know obviously rooted from his humongous height. Damn dude, just what did his parents fed him?

His large palms flattened above your head, ruffling your hair in tender motion as he lowers his head to compensate for his height. “Look at me, love.” You pouted with another inner scoff, audible enough for him to hear. To your surprise, something poke against your cheek and you realise it was his index finger paired with his adorable features contorting in his familiar mischievousness. “Dinner, later. Your reward, if you can get past the choreo I made. Sounds good?”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion with your mouth protruding in a slight pout, “You sure?”

“Did I ever lie, though?”

“Last time you did, with that goddamn Yuma. Stealing my candy bars.”

“You’ve been eating way too much, that’s for your own good—” you tried to protest but he interrupted you quickly by leaning even closer to your face, his lips pulling up in a growing smirk. “Just listen to me, I’ve never failed to reward you anyways.”

That alone had your ears heating up, his choices of words held a thousand meanings in it yet his expression confirms which exactly he meant. Yet you held the need to question him or whatnot, pulling away in attempts to soothe your rampant heart. “Alright, alright.”

You mentally slap yourself in your imaginary space, that even though you’ve dated Kei for at least six months—his choices of words, the way his doe eyes softened at your appearance, his hands touching you in utmost tender way as if you were such a fragile thing paired with his ungodly vibes—still wreck your mind in numerous ways possible, just like when your eyes first laid on him back then.

“Let’s try again, I’ll show you one more time.” Kei pulls up a supportive grin despite his earlier mischievousness, opting to press the play button for the speaker, in which the nerve-wracking song you’ve heard a thousand times today bled out and consumed the entire dance room in it’s booming retro synth pop.

The impact of his foot landing on the dance floor paired with his fast execution had your mind boggled despite already seeing it for numerous times from the music shows, live performance, and dance practices. The way he pushed himself up with extra detail with those miniscule movements hidden in the edges of his form had you admiring just how dedicated he was in perfecting his craft. It had the deception of zero to no difficulty yet when you perform it yourself, it dawned on you and made you wonder just how many times did Kei practise this in order to show to his teammates and the choreographer.

Such little things had your heartstrings pulled even closer and tighter around his hands.

“Did you got it? You just have to push your foot and spring upwards, like running you know but in the air—” Kei repeated each miniscule section of the choreo in the best way possible, as slow as he can for you to understand. Despite his playfulness and jokes, he never actually pick on your dancing skills nor complain about how many times it had take for you, as if he was truly attentive in what to say and what not to say.

With full-blown determination paired with your fists tightening, the speaker returned back to a few seconds in the song before proceeding with the booming chorus.

“One, two, three—” your feet slided down the floor resulting in a squeak of your rubber shoes as you executed the jump, the vocals of Kei soon followed after Nicholas’ which had your heart churning of what if’s yet you pushed through, ending it with by brushing your hand against your neck and raising it up in the air.

A series of claps emitted after the chorus, turning it down a few volumes down for you to realise it was from Kei who was leaning against the wall with a proud smile on his lips, and his pretty eyes curling in crescents—his dark grey orbs exudes satisfaction and yet infatuation—all for you. “Now that’s my girl.”

‘My girl.’ that particular sentence rang in your mind akin to a church’s booming bell, one that resembles a silent vow engrained in the words—that you are his girl, his one and only. An emergency light rang inside you as a grin threatens to squeezes it was out of your lips, but eventually you gave it up, crossing your arms. “Of course, I do. Now where’s my reward?”

Your eyes softened as it lingered on the way his tender black strands bouncing on top of his fluttering eyelashes, the ever so proud grin never ceases to exists in the corners of his lips as the audible sound of his shoes approached you. Halting his steps after enclosing the distance between the two of you showcases his towering height in a stark contrast of yours, you look up to him with a sentence repeating in a traces of disbelief—the fact that this man was all yours had you melting like a butter at this point.

“Your reward,” His palms met the side of your cheeks, caressing it in a way that had you closing your eyes in order to sense it in your swelling heart. “Can wait later, what if I teach you another choreo?”

Your breath hitched down your throat and your mind immediately processed the information with a manifestation down the veins of your hands, launching midway in the air as you slammed it down his chest—causing him to yelp in slight pain.

“I’m done, look at me, I’m all drenched.” You scoffed, “Learn it by yourself, Koga Yudai! I want my food!”

Kei shakes his head in amusement, following after you by swinging his arms around your shoulder. “Alright, alright. Food is it, gonna treat you so well then.”

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[roobylavender]

You last ask was about Kory and something that came into my mind while reading her Tales of the Titans issue today was just how much her relationship with Dick has been diminished. No that’s not all Kory has/had but it was a humongous part of her relationship with earth and many other things so just to cast it aside has been something to read. I guess what brought this on is reading the new Tales of the Titans issue today for Starfire, and there were many nice moments (I still think it was a forgettable issue) it’s just crazy that even as a friend Dick was kind of just not there at all to the point he didn’t even need to be in the issue at all. His only role was to literally say “hi oracle” and then at the end to be like “oh I have to get back to Babs”. I know others won’t see it this way and just be glad that she’s not just about Dick but it’s not even about that it’s kind of like this thing where they keep trying to get her out of the way with out any meaningful conversation between the two even as old team mates. How many times do we have to see Kory give her approval of Dick’s relationship? Because she has to do it every time she has appeared recently. It’s not being unkind or harsh to her with writing but it’s starting to in the kindest way make it true that Kory was just a fling…

And I’m saying this as someone who equally loves Barbara Gordon as well…

Today did her no favors. In one issue she’s helping out the titans but at the end you are reminded that she’s Dick’s girlfriend hence her reason for being there. In another she’s murdered by Punchline in a dream. In another she’s held captive for Dick’s pain in his nightmare.

I’m just very tired of seeing these patterns repeated but seeing fans cling on to one or two panels that are considered goods to them.

Like superhero comics aren’t going to last long as the rate we are going. It’s burning old readers out and the new readers just want something to project onto.

i got your subsequent ask btw and i don't mind answering this at all! it's a perfectly valid vent if anything. i haven't read the issue (or much of anything really) myself but i'm not surprised.. it seems every year all dick and kory's interactions will amount to is revisiting that they're okay with the fact that they're broken up. which is wild frankly bc they officially broke up more than a decade ago so like.. what even is the need for any of this. if you as a writer are truly committed to the idea of them moving on from the romance but continuing to be teammates why not dedicate their interactions to that rather than reassuring your readers about the breakup as if they're stupid. and like you said why is acknowledging the foundations of that relationship antithetical to how they're portrayed when romantically apart. it's not like they jumped immediately into a relationship when introduced to each other. it took a long time for them to actually realize they liked each other like that let alone to start dating! that's kinda the whole crux of their relationship, is that they were such good friends and teammates first, so while a breakup certainly does change things that foundation doesn't automatically disappear. everything feels so surface level and immediately palatable these days and it's depressing. there's nothing real or deep anymore and it's insulting of writers to approach their relationship like it can only ever be deep if they're romantically attached when a big part of their dynamic even when they were off in the 90s/early 00s is that they were still incredibly close and reliant upon each other bc that was how deep the relationship went regardless of its nature. like what are either of them in the modern day but utter shells of themselves. it's sad

#outbox #also sry for not including any questions marks here where it would make sense to include them they just look #so ugly to me in this font for some reason. like idk i hate how they're not flowy enough they're so.. angular