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turtle-babe83 · 1 year

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Okay I am SO SORRY- I got confused with everything and still am not used to tumblr. Ignore all the other requests I made- here’s the actual one.

Fem reader with raphael, nsfw. He just had a fight with Leo and he is gonna pound reader into the next month 👀

Here’s the prompt requests!

Prompt: #5, #53, and #56

Location: #58

Action/kinks: #84 & 85, #86, #89, #94, #96, #97, #101, #102, #105, #109, #112, and #113

Inspired dialogue: #116, #123, #130, #137, #143, and #147

Kinda in the mood for something intense lol. Feel free to reject this aswell! No pressure!! :D

This one is going to be fun!! ♥️♥️♥️ I hope you like it @jynxthelittlelynx!

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Raph x F!Reader

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

The shouting coming from the tunnels was the first clue. The rattling chains and stomping feet were clue number two. The third clue was the growls and curses coming from the one making most of the noise. You sighed from your spot on the couch and placed a bookmark in your latest paperback. It was going to be a rough night.

“Hello, Raphael,” you greeted him, drawing out his name like a plea for mercy.

He grunted as he stormed off to his bedroom. You closed your eyes and counted to ten, steeling yourself before following. When you entered his room, he was pacing back and forth at the foot of his bed. Your eyes followed every jerky, huffed movement. He breathed in deeply, puffing out his chest. Then, like a tiny spark had ignited a powder keg, he exploded.

“Fuckin’ Leo and his bullshit! He thinks he knows everything. He neva listens to a word I say. Ya know, I might have a good idea once in a while if he would botha to shut up an’ listen to me,” he raged.

This was nothing new. The same old song and dance that you had to listen to every few weeks. Worse, it was so close to their spring mating season. The time of year when they were hormonal, territorial, and ready to fight at the drop of a hat, or a misspoken word. You had wondered how this year would pan out since you and the red brute had made your relationship official.

As he continued to rant about his elder brother’s alleged flaws, you contemplated a way to make this evening more enjoyable for both of you. Well…there was one thing that always caught his rapt attention. Reaching behind you, your nimble fingers turned the lock. So engrossed as he was in his tirade, he didn’t even notice you making your way around the room, slowly peeling off articles of clothing as you went. By the time you had made it full circle, you were completely bare, and he finally looked up.

Raphael froze at the sight of you, stark naked with a come hither stare. Bedroom eyes, he believed it was called. What had he been saying? Hell if it even mattered anymore. His body was swiftly stirring to life and more than willing to focus on the beautiful woman standing before him.

“Bed,” you purred, “now.”

Raphael’s eye ridges shot up at your sultry tone, and he moved to obey.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He maneuvered his larger frame into the middle of the bed, then scooted so he was leaned against his headboard. He patted his lap with a leer, growling, “Come to Daddy.”

A shiver worked it’s way down your spine at the sound of his lust-roughened voice. You made a show of swaying your hips as you sauntered over to the edge of the bed. You climbed up on all fours and crawled across the mattress until you reached his thick thighs. Straddling his lap, you pressed your damp folds to his still pant-covered groin, rubbing your clit on the bulge beneath the fabric. Raphael scented the air and his jaw clenched at the smell of your arousal.

“Still want to talk about Leo?” you asked, pointedly.

Raph’s meaty paws came to rest on your hips and he bucked up, making you gasp.

“Leo who?”

With that, his mouth descended and coherent thought vanished. No one could kiss like Raphael. His tongue twisted and tangled, licked and coaxed, until you were breathless and your own lips swollen. You continued to roll your hips, soaking his lap with your wetness as he met you roll for roll. It was beautifully building the pressure at your apex, but not quite enough to get you to the finish. His name came out as a desperate whimper as you ground down harder, and he swore, tearing his lips from where they were sucking at your neck.

“Say that again,” he moaned, “I want ta hear yer voice.”

Your breath hitched as you tried to articulate words. He bucked up harder as you struggled to do as he asked.

“Again,” he repeated, more forcefully, “I wanna hear my name again. Just like ya said it before.”

“Raphael!”

A smirk graced his handsome face and he licked his lips before ordering you to touch yourself. You stared at him in disbelief for a moment, then hastily reached down between you and rubbed furiously at your aching nub. You needed release and you needed it now. Raph watched your fingers circle, and just as you began to stiffen, he flipped you both so that he hovered over you. Shock slackened your jaw as you realized that he ruined your orgasm. You smacked his bicep and scowled at his shit-eating grin.

“Whatsa matter, baby?” he drawled.

You bit back a curse, knowing it would only egg him on. Schooling your face, you gave him a demure smile.

“I think you owe me, sweetheart,” you replied, voice like saccharine. You tugged at the waistband of his pants and with a pout, you muttered, “You’re wearing too much.”

Raph barked out a quick laugh but removed his pants and underwear one-handed, while still holding himself above you. The feel of his pebbled skin against yours was always a little thrill, the contrast so stimulating. The turtle settled comfortably between your spread thighs, pressing his plush lips against yours. You curled one leg around his back, just under his shell, holding him close to you. As his kisses drifted down further, you stretched like a contented cat and spread your legs wider. He lingered over your breasts, sucking at your nipples and lapping the underside roughly, just like you liked. He left hickeys on both hips and then turned his attention to your thighs.

“Not so hard!” you admonished him after a particularly hard bite to your inner thigh. He just chuckled and licked the spot to smooth it. He caught your eye and then the hand that was pressed against the opposite thigh slid higher. You bit your bottom lip as he worked one finger into your tight entrance. A moan warbled out of your throat as he curled it and rubbed just right.

“Ya like that, don’t ya?” he smirked.

You nodded, rolling your hips along with each thrust of his thick finger. He continued to watch your face as he drew you closer and closer to your first release. He licked up your thigh again and caught some of your juices on his tongue. A churr rumbled his chest at the taste. He curled his finger again and your eyes rolled back as an orgasm wracked your body. He barely gave you time to finish before yanking his finger out and sucking it clean. You panted and pushed up onto your elbows. His finger slid out of his mouth with a wet pop and he leered.

“Spread those legs, baby. I like to eat my dessert first.”

Hooking your hands under your knees, you held your legs back and wide open for him, blushing at being so exposed but too turned on to care. He let his long tongue hang out and wiggled it suggestively before diving headlong into your pussy, stabbing deep. On the heels of your release, your inner walls were sensitive and clenched involuntarily at the intrusion. A gush of fluids coated his tongue and he slurped and smacked his lips. As much as you were enjoying his ministrations, you couldn’t help but want to return the favor.

“Raph-oh god! You’re so good at that, baby,” you moaned as he licked roughly. “but…I-ah-I want to-to…”

He pulled back for a split second to ask, “Ya wanna what?”

As you opened your mouth to answer, he latched onto your clit and sucked, so a wail came out instead of words. You were about to go over the edge, again, and you hadn’t done anything to him yet. Reluctantly, you pushed at his head and made him look at you.

“I want to touch you, too! Let me taste you,” you pleaded, breathlessly.

A grin spread across his face and he moved so fast that once again, you were nearly dizzy with the position change. You suddenly found yourself atop your beau, straddling his face, but your attention was focused on the hard length of his cock, bobbing just above the lower edge of his plastron. You felt saliva gathering in your mouth and wrapped a hand around the base. You could never get over halfway without gagging, he was so long and wide. You licked a slow stripe up to his tip, savoring the salty taste of him. The hint of his musk in your nostrils turned you on even further and you swallowed him down with no other preamble. Twisting and turning your head, letting your tongue massage his shaft as you coated it well in your spit. Satisfied that he was slick enough, you bobbed your head at a steady pace, listening for the certain grunt he made when you hit the right rhythm. There it was. The grunt and softly muttered curse. You mentally patted yourself on the back as you added a little more suction with each bob.

Raphael paused for a moment to enjoy everything. Feeling your mouth tight and warm around his cock, staring up at your ample ass cheeks while your soaked folds dripped down onto his waiting lips. This was heaven. This was what he wanted for the rest of his life, this worship and adoration of one another, and he knew he only wanted it with you. On the brink of his mating season, he resolved to focus on making you his completely. With that in mind, he redoubled his efforts, attacking your folds with a frenzy. Licking and lapping everything he could reach, plunging his tongue deep inside again and again, then switching to your clit to flick and suck alternately. He knew he was doing well when you hesitated your sucking to moan around his tip.

Nope. That was it. He couldn’t wait any longer.

You squealed as you felt yourself moving once again, flipped around and positioned on all fours. There was no warning as Raph grabbed your hips and slammed his cock as deep as he could go on the first thrust. It nearly knocked the breath out of you! The next thrust was just as hard and just as deep, as if he was trying to crawl into your body, cock first.

“MINE,” he growled, and you felt the word vibrate through your body like a brand or a seal.

It felt right. You belonged to him and he belonged to you. You knew it intimately and without any doubt. Your relationship may be just less than a year old, but your friendship had created a bond that was only growing stronger. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you trembled.

“Yours,” you whispered, “and you are mine.”

A resounding churr belted out in response to your heartfelt words and he slipped his arms around your waist, pressing his plastron to your back as he kept fucking you, easing up a touch. But you didn’t want gentle. You wanted your turtle. Your rough and rowdy hothead.

“Don’t hold back,” you bit out between clenched teeth, squeezing your walls around his cock and bucking back. “Show me how you wanna mate with me, Raphael. Show me.”

“Fuck,” he spat out, feeling his adrenaline rise at the intensity of your plea.

Feeling an overwhelming urge to bite, he clamped his teeth down on the place where your shoulder and neck met, hard enough to mark and just shy of drawing blood. The pain of it only increased your pleasure as he kept his thrusts deep but powerful. A litany of curses fell from your lips between loud moans and attempts to say his name. Raph felt a surge of pride for each “Ra-ahhhh” you uttered. He was going to blow his load soon and he’d be damned if you didn’t cum one more time first. His skillful finger played your nub like a violin, creating a symphony of sensations in a rising crescendo that peaked with a wail from your throat. Your exquisite finale.

With a groan, he released his bite and straightened his back, grasping your hips tight. Totally wiped out, you went limp as a rag doll while he pumped you full of his seed. He strained on the last two thrusts, then finally pulled his half-hard member from your still quivering cunt. He gathered you into his arms, murmuring words of affirmation and asking if you were alright and if he was too rough. You shifted so that you were completely encompassed in his embrace, snuggling your head under his chin with a yawn as you reassured him that you were absolutely fine.

“I love ya,” he mumbled into your hair, bringing a smile to your face. “I love this. I love us. No one else can put up wit my bullshit like ya, and I don’t eva want anyone else. It’s all you, babe.”

You tilted your head up to kiss his lips gently, eyes shiny with emotion.

“I feel the same. There’s no one else for me, but you,” you assured him.

His arms tightened around you and it was quiet for a few minutes, when suddenly something struck you and you giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Raph asked.

You smirked and quipped, “I oughta go thank Leo for getting you all worked up for me.”

Raph raised an eye ridge, snorting, “Again, Leo who?”

You both laughed as you settled in for some much needed rest, content in one another’s arms. ♥️

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picturejasper20 · 10 months

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How many ¨townie¨ episodes does Steven Universe really has?

For those who have watched Steven Universe or heard about the show, you probably have heard more than once how Steven Universe has too many ¨townie¨ episodes: Episodes that focus on the lives of people who live in Beach City and feel like they distract from other more important things.

But how much of this argument is actually true? How many ¨townie¨ episodes does the series Steven Universe really has? Well, i have been doing some numbers and here is what i found:

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My criteria to what defines a ¨townie¨ episode is an episode that mainly focus in the lives of people living in Beach City. Not the Crystal Gems nor recurrent important characters like Connie since they contribute to their characters arcs or plot. I would also like to exclude Lars and Sadie episodes because Lars gains some importance later on and Sadie’s arc is tied to Lars’ arc.

Townie episodes from Steven Universe:

Season 1: 5 Frybo-Peedee 15-Onion Trade-Onion 18-Beach Party-Pizza family 31-Keep Beach City Weird-Ronaldo 47-Shirt Club-Buck 50 Political Power-Mayor Dewey

Season 2 56-Love Letters-Jamie 59-Rising Tides, Crashing Skies-Ronaldo 65-Onion Friend-Onion 66-Historical Friction-Jamie

Season 3 85-Drop Beat Dad-Sour Cream 89-Beach City Drift-Kevin 90-Restaurant Wars- Pizza and Fryman family 91-Kiki's Pizza Delivery Service-Kiki

Season 4 108-Future Boy Zoltron-Mr.Smiley 110-Onion Gang-Onion 111-112- Gem Harvest- Uncle Andy 121-Rocknaldo-Ronaldo

Season 5 133-Dewey Wins-Dewey 144-Letter to Lars- The city in general. Total number of ¨townie¨ episodes: 21 Percentage from the all the series episodes (160 episodes): 13,12%

So, from the total 160 episodes the series has, the ¨townie¨ episodes represent 13,12% which it isn’t that much if you ask me. I think it is more or less the average ¨filler¨ you can find in an animated show- in fact,i would argue that it is a bit smaller.

But lets go a little deeper, shall we?

Some of these episodes are related to the character arcs or contribute something to the main characters. These episodes would be: Season 1-Political Power- Homeworld Gem arc Season 2- Love Letters- Garnet episode Season 2-Onion Friend- Part of Sardonyx arc (Amethyst) Season 2-Historical Friction- Part of Sardonyx arc (Pearl) Season 4- (Double part episode) Gem Harvest- Steven and Greg’s family Season 5- Dewey Wins- Related to Connie and Steven’s fight arc and showing consequences of the homeworld abduction from Season 4

If we cut these episodes out, we would have 14 ¨townie¨ episodes left. 14 townie episodes= Around 9% of a total 160 episodes from the show.

The previous percentage, which was 13,12%, wasn’t that big. Now we have 9%, which is less that 10%.

And this doesn’t include episodes that foreshadow certain things or explore certain habits from Steven that become important later in SU Future, such as it is the case with ¨Keep Beach City Weird¨ and ¨Kiki's Pizza Delivery Service¨.

In conclusion

-Does Steven Universe has some episodes that are ¨townie¨ episodes?

Yes

-Does Steven Universe has too many ¨townie¨ episodes as some people seem to claim?

Well...No. I would argue that these claims are exaggerated since the percentage of townie episodes represent between 13%-9% of the total number of episodes from the show, which is 160 episodes.

And even then, some of these episodes do contribute to the main character arcs and foreshadow certain things that become important later on, as it i mentioned earlier. I think this also depends on people’s criteria, but i still believe that the percentage wouldn’t be that big regardless of that.

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riflebrass · 4 months

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I keep seeing people who say the military needs to go back to the 1911 and it seems like one of the dumbest ideas ever.

The 1911 has a really nice trigger and is really accurate but those gains aren't worth all the drawbacks especially when the average grunt isn't very well trained unless they go above and beyond to surpass the absolute minimum that the military requires.

The 1911 has shitty capacity as a single stack. It's not very reliable in adverse conditions like sand and mud compared to modern designs. Modern polymer frames are much easier and cheaper to produce than milling out metal frames. A few hundred bucks per unit really adds up when you need a million units.

My biggest gripe is maintenance. The M9 got a really bad rep because armorors were notoriously bad about replacing worn and broken parts. The M9 has a very specific manufacturing spec so replacement parts are all drop-in. The 1911 is a 112 year old design and a lot of replacement parts need to be hand-fitted. Using a more complex design isn't going to make an armoror do their job better.

Modern striker guns like the M17 aren't super fancy but they're cheap to make and easier to work on so it makes sense to stick with something simple when you're issuing in such large numbers.

That's not to say that the 1911 is a terrible gun and nobody should own one. A well trained shooter who takes care of their gun is going to be effective with one. It's just that if you instruct a bunch of grunts to guard a couple of rocks by the end of the day one will be missing and the other will be broken so that's the kind of people you have to plan around lol.

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lesliesknopes · 1 year

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We can be heroes just for one day

aka what if Chimney was struck by lightning.

maddie/chimney | rated t | chapter 2/2 | 10k words

Chimney was well acquainted with the knowledge of freak accidents. It was hard not to when his (hopefully) soon to be brother in law had a habit of turning into a walking encyclopaedia of useless knowledge whenever Chimney went near.

The odds of having a vending machine fall on you and inevitably crush you to death were 1 in 112 million.

The odds of being killed by a meteorite were 1 in 250 thousand.

The odds of being struck by lightning were 1 in 10 million however, as Buck made sure to add the jury was still out on that one and many people have disputed the statistic.

Usually Chimney took comfort in these statistics because the chances of these accidents ever happening to him were so slim that spending your life worrying about them would ultimately turn out to be a waste of time.

Especially if you were to look at the odds of being born - 1 in 400 trillion (again, thank you Buck). Why would you waste your life worrying about dying when it could almost be considered a miracle that you were born in the first place. No scrap that it was a miracle that you were born and Chimney had been witness to many miracles in his time.

That thought paired with the knowledge that ninety percent of people survive getting struck by lightning made it even more comforting.

So, earlier that morning when he and Hen squashed together on the couch, flicking through the channels on the TV, they settled on the news channel to watch the weather. They purposely made sure to stay clear of Channel 8 (the last time they had it on Buck had walked into the loft, stared dead ahead at the TV where she was presenting and promptly walked out without saying a single word).

Anyway on the news channels they had chosen, which wasn’t channel 8, the presenter was a blonde woman with crumpled shoulder length hair and she wore a purple floral dress with a skirt that bounced with every step that she took which was a lot. He had never seen someone so incredibly impassioned over the weather and constantly moving from the left of the screen to the right.

She must be new. Must be.

He was so distracted by her exaggerated hand movements and body language he managed to miss half of what she was saying and only managed to catch the ending. Something about how there was a big storm forecasted to hit the city later that evening and all citizens were to be advised to be extra cautious.

Not that he was worried about missing the rest because he could just quiz Hen on it when the report finished.

Her massive, and beginning to become overwhelming smile never left her face as she continued to communicate the dangers of the storm. Saying the words destruction and harm with the worlds biggest smile on her face caused for Chimney to shuffle unnervingly in his seat and he wondered for a good second if her face was just stuck like that, like she was part of one of those childhood stories adults told their children to stop them from pulling funny faces.

If you keep pulling that face you will get stuck like that.

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realtorjamier · 4 months

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Best Happy Hour Spots In and Around D.C.

When it’s time to unwind from a stressful workday, our region is teeming with Happy Hour haunts that will brighten your spirits! Some offer a unique venue vibe paired with similarly-themed menus. Some just have downright good deals. Even the most high-brow establishments tend to have special Happy Hour pricing to draw patrons looking kick back after a hard day’s work. Here are some great options, whether you’re wanting to wind down or paint the town!

O’Connell’s

112 King Street, Alexandria, Va.

This modern Irish restaurant boasts “an ancient Irish setting.” Choose to sit at one of their four bars, a table near the fireplace, or huddle up in a “snug” – a cozy space offering a little more privacy. O’Connell’s Happy Hour is Monday through Friday from 3 to 6 p.m. and offers beer (including O’Connell’s Pilsner), liquor, house wine and delectables like Dublin Nachos and Irish Egg Rolls.

Pearl Dive Oyster Palace

1612 14th Street, Washington, D.C.

If you’re in search of treasure from the sea, you’re in for a treat at this pub offering American food with a southern slant. Happy Hour selections include ½ Price Local Oyster ($1.40 each with a minimum of 12), a pound of Addie’s Mussels, Wood Grilled East Coast Oysters, Chips & Queso, accompanied by $5 draft beer and $6 Happy Hour wine.

Guardado’s Restaurant

4918 Del Ray Avenue, Bethesda, Md.

Featuring Spanish Latin cuisine, Guardado’s Happy Hour (Tuesday through Thursday from 4 to 7 p.m. and Friday from 3 to 6 p.m.) boasts a great variety of over-the-top Tapas for just $6: meal-worthy culinary creations made with tilapia, chicken, pork loin, omelets and more! Cocktails are also just $6. Select bottles of wine are half-price, and draft beers are just two bucks!

Mia’s Italian Kitchen

100 King Street, Alexandria, Va.

Located at the riverside end of King Street in Old Town Alexandria, Mia’s Happy Hour takes place Monday through Friday from 3 to 7 p.m. Choose your seating at the bar or on high tops, or lounge on sofas. Specially-priced bar bites range from Prosciutto and Fontina Fritters with Calabrese Hot Honey ($7), Chicken Parmigiana Sliders ($8), Pesto Spaghetti ($9) and more. What else? $4 Sangria, $5 pizza, $5 draft beer, $6 wine, $7 cocktails. Wow!

Joe’s Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab

750 15th St. NW, Washington, D.C.

At the legendary, upscale Joe’s, Happy Hour is “Cocktail Hour” and is served Monday through Friday from 2:30 to 6 p.m. (at the bar and highboy tables only). You can enjoy half-priced Oysters on the Half Shell and some $6.95 options including French Dip Sliders, Lobster Deviled Eggs and Mini Cheeseburgers. And of course, signature cocktails, wine and draft beer are also available.

Blackwall Hitch

5 Cameron Street, Alexandria, Va.

With a name like “Blackwall Hitch,” how can you resist? The meaning behind the name is too long to explain here, but it fits, given the fact that its location is close to the waterfront where boats and water taxis traverse daily. Happy Hour happens in the Quarterdeck Bar weeknights from 4 to 7 p.m., and includes drink specials and half-price appetizers. Draught beer is $7 a pint; bottled beer is $5; wine is $5 a glass; featured cocktails are $7.

Allegory

1201 K Street NW, Washington, D.C.

If you’re looking for something REALLY different, visit Allegory – “The first bar to blend art, literature, social justice, craft cocktails and hospitality.” Its speakeasy entryway is through a nondescript door in the Eaton DC’s Radical Library. A one-of-a-kind mural by artist Erik Thor shows Alice in Wonderland through the eyes of 6-year-old Ruby Bridges – the first Black student to integrate an elementary school in the South. The menu is literary and political and features drinks like “Mad as a Hatter” and “The Color of Law.” Bites include “Little Girls Eat Eggs as Much as Serpents Do” (an Alice quote), “Caterpillar’s Mushroom” and many more. Curiouser and curiouser!

Boca Botanas

239 Muddy Branch Road, Gaithersburg, Md.

The winner of four OpenTable 2019 Diners’ Choice Awards including “Vibrant Bar Scene,” Boca Botanas features Latin American inspired food “with a twist of Spanish and South American.” food is served tapas style with fresh, locally-sourced ingredients and sauces and sides that are made from scratch daily. Happy Hour is served weekdays from 4 to 7 p.m. and includes handcrafted beverages and cocktails infused with homemade mixes and fresh ingredients.

The Majestic

911 King Street, Alexandria, Va.

The iconic 25’ tall neon signs beckon diners in. Good food and drink keep them coming back. Established in 1932, The Majestic’s newly designed interior is a blend of art deco and contemporary with an assortment of artwork adorning the walls. Happy Hour eats include sandwiches, sliders and sides. Special pricing for spirits ($4), drafts ($5), wine ($6) and cocktails ($7) happens weekdays from 3 to 7 p.m.

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wexarethewalkingxdead · 1 year

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Personal - 7-Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality: 12-What is your eye color? 21-What’s your sexual orientation? 46-Do you replay things that have happened in your head? 49-Do you have any phobias? Favorites - 71-What’s your favorite color? 82-Describe your favourite texture: 83-What is your favorite flower? 86-What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die? Friends - 106- Would you ever smile at a stranger? 108-Who is someone you never tire of? 112-If your best friend died, what would you do? 114-Have you ever felt replaced? Relationships - 116-The last person you hugged? 127-What is the first thing you noticed in someone? 142-Anyone you’re giving up on? 167-Do you get jealous easily? 168-The last time you felt jealous, and why? Music, movies and books - 187-A song that’s been stuck in your head: 188-Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play: Situations and crazy things - 193-You’re in a tattoo parlor about to get inked. What are you getting done? 197-If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? 202-What is the first curse word that comes to mind? 204-Halloween costume idea? 205-How you’d spend ten thousand bucks?

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Personal -

7-Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality:

Aquarius. There is a lot that I do agree with, but there is one thing that I don't. And it's that Aquarians are cold and don't feel. I feel too much. But that could be that I'm also an empath. So there is that.

12-What is your eye color?

Green.

21-What’s your sexual orientation?

Pansexual.

46-Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

Yes. Especially traumatic events. I can still see the day my Dad was killed in a car accident so vividly.

49-Do you have any phobias?

Fear of what's in the dark and aligators/crocodiles.

Favorites -

71-What’s your favorite color?

Purple.

82-Describe your favourite texture:

Silky.

83-What is your favorite flower?

Daffodils.

86-What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die?

Ireland, Paris, Venice, Walt Disney World, and Disneyland.

Friends -

106- Would you ever smile at a stranger?

Yes, I do this quite often. I do it more to children and babies than adults though.

108-Who is someone you never tire of?

My son.

112-If your best friend died, what would you do?

My best friend did die. And it is something that still effects me to this day.

114-Have you ever felt replaced?

Yes. It is one of the worst feelings in the world.

Relationships -

116-The last person you hugged?

My hubs.

127-What is the first thing you noticed in someone?

Eyes and hands.

142-Anyone you’re giving up on?

I had to give up on one of my best friends after I made a promise that I wouldn't. But it was either that or I was going to lose everything else. And I chose me and my marriage over my friendship. Best decision I ever made.

167-Do you get jealous easily?

Sadly, yes, I do.

168-The last time you felt jealous, and why?

Probably last summer. And it was a friendship thing. In the end, I ended up caring more about someone than they did about me. I'm okay with the whole thing now, but for a while, it hurt so bad.

Music, movies and books -

187-A song that’s been stuck in your head:

Jingle Bells. And it doesn't matter the time of year. I hate Christmas music so that makes it that much worse.

188-Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play:

How Does It Feel (Avril Lavigne), What You Feel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Live and Learn (Clint Black), Hallelujah (Theory of a Deadman), The Fear of Being Alone (Reba McEntire), More Hearts Than Mine (Ingrid Andress), My Way Up (Molly Kate Kestner), You Don't Know (Katelyn Tarver), Just Like Them Horses (Reba McEntire), and We're Not Friends (Ingrid Andress)

Situations and crazy things -

193-You’re in a tattoo parlor about to get inked. What are you getting done?

A fantail goldfish.

197-If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?

I would change my father's death.

202-What is the first curse word that comes to mind?

Shit.

204-Halloween costume idea?

I have always wanted to dress up as the characters from The Wizard of Oz. I want to be Scarecrow. He's my favorite.

205-How you’d spend ten thousand bucks?

I would take my family to Walt Disney World.

#.maildrop #anonymous

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hazbinbargainbin · 1 year

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I posted 982 times in 2022

That's 789 more posts than 2021!

392 posts created (40%)

590 posts reblogged (60%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@arachn0philia

@hazbinbargainbin

@hellizens-a

@poisoncandyhearts

@smiledotdeer-a

I tagged 975 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#i feel the heat; i see the light (angel dust) - 314 posts

#the radio demon (alastor) - 162 posts

#pun mun - 138 posts

#the audience (answered ask) - 124 posts

#lets try something new! (ask memes) - 121 posts

#wait - there's a script? (ooc) - 112 posts

#shady spectators (anonymous) - 89 posts

#not for the kiddins (nsfw) - 84 posts

#prince of hell; father of one (stolas) - 82 posts

#oh the dashboard melted but we've still got the radio (dashboard) - 78 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#(hi hello i haven't been able to write for a few days. i'm keeping the event up for a little longer to deal with my stupid brain)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Silk and pennies

Closed starter for @poisoncandyhearts

"We gave you plenty of fuckin' chances, Valentino. Really would have thought this slut was worth more to ya then a few bucks..."

With the sound of a struggle and a short scream, a video ends before picking up into a fresh loop of threats, demands, and consequences for ignoring their previous attempts in a torturous choir of screams and cries. It's hard to say how many times it's played now, how many times Val's actually payed attention to it, but it's the last lead in a week long scramble to find his most profitable lover whore.

Well, until.

A text comes from his eyes and ears through all things tech, simple yet all too foreboding.

[Txt: Vox] Found him. You're not gonna be happy, though. Come meet us. [Address attached]

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How Many People Are Simping For You?

“Are we...surprised? It’s a wise thing, not placing your affection in my hands. They’re far too bloodied to be gentle anymore.”

13 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

One more day. One more night, really.

It’s all come to a terrible, awful, nasty sort of head.

No warning nor context, Angel merely sends out a mass text to any and all contacts he can remember through the haze of his heat - the fact that he can properly type them in a miracle.

[txt] “Don’t care who comes. Someone’s gotta fuck me through this stupid fucking heat or I’m gonna croak. Please.”

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Trust no one, not even-

One more hour...just one. more. hour.

It wasn’t an exaggeration, the day seemingly crawling on just to prolong the prince’s work. Exorcists have come from all over just to attack his humble home, to slay the many cowering souls inside. It’s been a nightmare trying to keep the barrier in tact.

His head hurts terribly. A fresh throb running through his nerves with each strike of a heavenly body against the shimmering veil.

It’s almost over though...enough so that he considers dropping said veil, allowing the souls inside to fend for themselves for the last minutes of the ‘holiday’. To hole up with his daughter in the safe space of their rooms - it’s far less area to protect, afterall. It’s not like they’re unarmed...despite his pleading that weapons be kept away from the place of peace. He’s not stupid enough to have tried to take them.

A brief break is taken from the crowd so Stolas can return to his room - several older radios set in a line all lit up. He kneads his feathers as he takes a seat on the bed, listening in. Calastor...Mr.Dan...Dubois...god, even Angel Dust is among them! There’s so many voices of pain that only add to the ache in Stolas’s skull, but he needs to listen. Ensure they’re alive so he might help them once the Angels take their leave. Click.

Stolas’s head whips behind him at the sound, startled that someone has followed him. He takes a breath to scold them, remind them that anything beyond the kitchen is off limits...but the breath stays in his throat as he turns to face his visitor, red eyes rounding with realization. “...What are you-”

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My #1 post of 2022

Meme tag | Available muses

Semi-selective RP/Ask blog for multiple characters from Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Multi Fandom and OC Friendly 7+ years rp experience Mun and muse 20+ NSFW themes present, preferably 18+ only. Canon + Fanon divergent Run by Avian

There is no expiration on any meme, just make it clear which meme it is so I can find it again! Also, if you are a personal main, please have SOME indication of a roleplay blog. Otherwise you might end up blocked by accident.

//PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG//

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skytressmc · 2 years

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So it looks like Eclipse needs a new tank. Shes been trying to escape the one I have here in. Which usually means they need something bigger. I hope when I get paid on the 30th I will have enough for a 75 gallon tank cause even with my discount, its still 112 bucks-

#skytress speaks

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stevethehairington · 5 years

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I'd love to own all the marvel movies on DVD but like. That's a lot of money. :/

#i deadass only have the first avengers and infinity war on dvd #and the first avengers we bought off a friend for $5 and it isnt bluray #so like.#i would literally have to buy them all and thats like 20 bucks a pop times p much 22 movies #oh boy #i think the sets are probably slightly cheaper but still #i looked it up and phase 1 set is lime $112 or something which is crazy #like i get it bc its like 6 movies or smth but still #wowie #buying all of them at once would be insane #but like i do want to eventually own all of them on dvd #marvel

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 112

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,900ish

Summary: Captain America: Civil War --- tread carefully.

Steve landed the quinjet as Bucky and Y/N grabbed weapons.

“You shouldn’t come in with us,” Bucky muttered, shaking his head. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Too bad,” Y/N responded, slipping guns into the holster of her suit, that was thankfully in the quinjet. “I’m coming.”

Bucky sighed before looking up at Y/N. “I’m not the same man you knew.”

“I’m not the same woman. But…” Y/N stepped forward, took Bucky’s metal hand, and held it to her chest. “You’re still my Bucky.”

Bucky studied her eyes for a second before swiftly putting his free hand on the back of her head and pulling her in to meet his lips. She was shocked, not kissing back for a few, before remembering how much she loved the feeling of his lips on hers. He was the one to end the kiss, stepping away and breaking all physical contact with her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Bucky apologized. “I’m not in the correct mindset.”

He quickly made his way over to the back of the quinjet, waiting for the ramp to lower. Y/N joined him before Steve left the pilot’s chair and stood in the middle of them as the ramp lowered.

“You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?” Steve asked.

“Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?” Bucky questioned.

“Yes,” Y/N answered, with a reminiscent smile.

“You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead,” Steve continued.

“What was her name again?” Bucky asked.

“Dolores,” Y/N responded. “You called her Dot.”

“She’s gotta be a hundred years old right now.”

“So are we, pal,” Steve said, clamping his hand on Bucky’s shoulders.

The three of them looked at each other before Steve slipped his helmet on and they exited the quinjet. It was cold, the wind blowing harshly as snow covered the ground. Bucky led them to the entrance, set in rock. The door was open.

“He can’t have been here more than a few hours,” Steve said as they stared at the door.

“Long enough to wake them up,” Bucky said. Both men looked over to Y/N.

“Last chance. I really wish—“

“Save it Steve. You know I’m not leaving,” Y/N retorted.

Both men sighed. “Then no powers unless it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t need you throwing up in the middle of a fight.”

Y/N gave a small nod before Steve led them in, her in the middle and Bucky tailing. They entered a small elevator. She watched as the men nodded at each other while the elevator went down. Once it rattled to a stop, the men heaved up the doors. Steve held up his shield as the other two held up their guns, walking along a corridor, keeping close to a wall.

The trio headed up a flight of stairs, Bucky leading, Y/N in the middle, and Steve at the end, when they heard a noise from behind them. They swiftly spun around, aiming down the corridor. Still keeping his gun up, Bucky gently pushed Y/N down so that she was more hidden.

“You ready?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Bucky responded.

The three held their positions as the creaking of the doors at the end of the corridor continued. The double doors part, forced open by Iron Man. Both Steve and Y/N stared in surprise. Tony walked towards them, retracting the suits helmet.

“You seem a little defensive,” Tony commented.

Steve got up and walked towards Tony, keeping his shield up. Tony eyed Y/N who was slowly following.

“It’s been a long day,” Steve replied.

“At ease, Soldier,” Tony said. “I’m not currently after you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Could be your story’s not so crazy. Maybe. My girl friend also wasn’t at the place that I left her. Figured she was with you.”

“Tony—“

“Ross has no idea I’m here,” Tony cut Y/N off to continue. He lended his shoulder against a large cement post. “I’d like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself.”

“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork,” Steve said, lowing his shield. It’s good to see you, Tony.”

“You too, Cap. Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop.”

Steve signals Bucky to lower his weapon, in which he does. Y/N walked up to Tony, hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Nat called and warned me. I had to come help.”

Tony stared at her, studying her carefully for a moment. He had a feeling for a few days now that something was up, something besides the Accords. He just couldn’t figure out what.

“I’m sorry too,” he said quietly, pulling her into his arms. He held a kiss to her head. Bucky tensed at the gesture, which Tony noticed. “Alright, let’s go.”

Tony put his helmet back over his face and the four of them cautiously walked further into the bunker. The three men were positioned so that Y/N was in the middle of them. Iron Man was leading the way towards an enormous chamber with capsules standing in it.

“I got heat signatures,” Tony stated.

“How many?” Steve asked.

Tony paused before answering, “Uh, one.”

As the entered the chamber, the lights turned on. A hazy, yellow mist descended within the capsules around the room. Each capsule contained a soldier. They all looked around, bewildered.

“If it’s any comfort,” Helmut Zemo’s voice came over a speaker, “they died in their sleep.”

They all walked around, staring at the soldiers that had each been shot in the head.

“Do you really think I wanted more of you?” Zemo continued.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered.

“I'm grateful to them, though. They brought you here.”

Zemo appeared in the control room, through a small window. Tony lifted up his hand as Steve threw his shield, but it bounced back.

“Please, Captain,” Zemo taunted. “The The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

“I’m betting I could beat that,” Tony retorted. The four of them rounded the center consul so that they could be closer to Zemo.

“Oh, I'm sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you'd never know why you came.”

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve questioned. Staring Zemo straight on.

“I thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you're standing here, I just realized . . . there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw.”

“You're Sokovian,” Y/N stated, coming closer. “Is that what this is about?”

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I'm here because I made a promise.”

“You lost someone?” Steve wondered.

Zemo, looking grave, clicked his tongue. "I lost everyone. And so will you.” A screen suddenly turned on, bringing everyone’s attentions to it. “An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumples from within? That's dead . . . forever.”

They all moved over and looked at the screen. The frozen frame of a secluded road and the date, December 16, 1991. Tony’s face helmet disappeared, his eyes briefly met Y/n’s before flickering back to the screen that began to play.

“I know that road,” Tony stated, anxiously. “What is this?”

All eyes were now on the screen. A car came into the frame, crashing into a tree. Y/N watched as someone road up on a motor cycle and got off. The Winter Soldier. Steve watched Tony’s increasing unease. The driver got out of the car, crawling on the ground.

“Howard,” Y/N gasped quietly, eyes brimming with tears.

“Help me wife,” Howard begged on the video. “Please. Help.” The Winter Soldier walked over and hoisted him up by his hair. “Sergeant Barnes?”

“Howard!” Maria called.

Tony looked up and glared at Bucky, before his eyes found their way back to the screen. Y/N was unable to take her eyes off the screen, her heart began racing. On the screen, the Winter Soldier lifted his metal fist.

“Wait!” Howard begged, hand digging into his suit coat. “You don’t want to do this, Barnes. Look.” Howard pulled out the photo of him and Y/N dancing. “We knew each other… You know her… Remember.”

Y/N heart clenched as a sob torn through her. Her hand came up to her mouth, trying to keep it quiet.

“Please don’t,” Howard continued. “Remember Y/N at least.”

After a brief glance at the photo, the Winter Soldier punched Howard over and over.

“Howard!” Maria called again.

Howard slumped over, dead. The Winter Soldier put him in the driver’s seat, face against the steering wheel. He walked around the the passenger side, where Maria was located. The Soldier reached in and gripped her throat, expressionless as he strangled Maria. The Winter Soldier then walked up and aimed a gun at the surveillance camera, ending the feed.

Y/N’s heart was beating rapidly. It was the only thing she could hear. Her breathing was becoming increasingly unsteady. Losing her balance, she backed up into the wall and slid down it. Steve kept his eyes on Tony, who lunged towards Bucky.

“Tony, Tony,” Steve said, stopping him.

Tony looked at Steve, clearly consumed with grief and tears glistening in his eyes. “Did you know?” Tony asked, trying to control his emotions.

“I didn’t know it was him.”

“Don't bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?”

“Yes.”

Tony stepped back, chin jutting up in a twitch. Looking over at Y/N, he sees her struggling with this as well, making him realize that she didn’t know either. Tony reengaged his helmet. He punched Steve to the floor and deflected gunfire from Bucky, disarming him. Grabbing Bucky, he flew across the chamber, slamming Bucky onto the floor. Tony pinned Bucky’s arms down but was unable to fire because Steve threw his shield at him.

Steve barged Tony backwards. Tony then shouldered Steve to the floor, shackling his ankles. Bucky came back up and punched Tony, who just listed him and slammed him against a machine. Tony raised a fist, but Bucky twisted it. A rocket shot out from the Iron Man suit, a fireball exploding. Steve sliced his shackles as a towering structure of pipework collapsed.

Barely registering what was happening around her, Y/N was quickly thrown back into her senses, as pieces of metal began to fall around her, boxing her into the corner.

“Ah!” She screamed.

Bucky and Tony were thrown to the ground by the metal, not hearing her screams. Steve though, did.

“No,” he whispered. Steve and Bucky stood up, making eye contact. “Find Y/N and get out of here!”

Bucky nodded. He quickly found her, throwing the metal to the side.

“I’ve got you, Y/N/N,” Bucky said quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/N shaking in his hold as Bucky rushed towards the wall with the lowest platform. He hit a control panel, opening the over head roof. Tony shot at them, thankfully missing, before Steve landed in front of him.

“It wasn’t him, Tony,” Steve stated. “HYDRA had control of his mind!”

“Move!” Tony ordered, hovering. He began to fly over Steve.

“It wasn’t him!”

Steve grabbed onto Tony’s ankle in mid air, smashing the bottom of the boot. They fought while Bucky was trying his best to make his way up the platforms with an almost unresponsive Y/N in his arms. He began to notice that the trembling was increasing and that she was sweating everywhere.

Tony unsteadily soared upwards as Bucky jumped across to another platform, Y/n still in his arms. Tony kicked Bucky down, causing him to let go of Y/n, who rolled away. Tony then took aim but Steve quickly jumped in front of Bucky, using his shield to rebound the energy back to Tony. He dropped, landing on a lowering platform.

“He’s not going to stop,” Steve stated, helping Bucky up. “Go.”

“Steve, it’s too dangerous for me to take Y/N,” Bucky worried. “Look.”

Steve looked over to see Y/N shaking, with sweat dripping down her forehead.

“I’ve got her,” Steve stated. “Go.”

Bucky ran and Steve leaped over and shot a wire around Tony’s neck, dragging him down. Tony deflected Steve’s shield, before trying to target Bucky.

“Come on, come on,” Tony muttered.

“Targeting system’s knackered, boss,” FRIDAY warned.

“I’m eyeballing it.”

Tony’s helmet retracted and he shut one eye, taking aim at the opening hatch. He fired, hitting the giant hinge and cutting off Bucky’s escape route. Tony then flew up, blocking two swings from an iron pipe Bucky was trying to use. Tony grabbed Bucky around the neck from behind.

“Do you even remember them?” Tony asked.

“I remember all of them,” Bucky replied.

Bucky pushed them both of the walkway. Steve jumped into them to deflect their fall. Bucky landed on a platform while Tony and Steve landed on the concrete floor besides an opening in the wall where snow drifts in. Finally hearing more of the commotion, Y/N pushed herself up, looking over the side.

“No,” she panted.

The three men she loved most in the world where fighting each other and she had no strength to stop them. She winced as she felt a cramp in her lower abdomen.

“No, no, no,” she whispered frantically.

Pushing herself up, she shakily jumped down from platform to platform as the men still fought.

“This isn’t gonna change what happened,” Steve said to Tony.

“I don’t care,” Tony replied. “He killed my mom.”

The two began going at each other, with Bucky shown joining in. Y/N got down to their level as Bucky was blasted away from Tony, his metal arm blowing off. Tony zapped him again, throwing him to the side. Y/N rushed as quick as she could over to him.

“B-bucky,” she called, collapsing beside him. “Bucky, please…”

Bucky coughed up some blood. “Go,” he groaned. “You have to get out of here.”

“But you’re all killing each other.”

“And you shouldn’t have to see that… go… please…. I love you.”

“Bucky, I—“

“Go.”

With an unsteady inhale and a nod, Y/N opened a portal to the quinjet. She knew she couldn’t get much further than that. Closing it, she fell onto the ground. She had no more energy to move but her body still forced her to vomit. Y/N couldn’t focus on anything around her, black spots filling her vision. With one more heave, she blacked out.

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Tony and Steve were both panting as Steve ripped the shield out of Tony’s suit and helped Bucky up. They began to walk away, leaving Tony on the ground.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you,” Tony said. “My father made that shield!”

Pausing, Steve raised his chin before dropping the shield. He walked around, with Bucky’s arm around his shoulder, leaving Tony to stare at the shield. Panting, he watched it until something suddenly hit him.

“Y/N,” he gasped. “No.” He pushed himself up. “Y/N!”

He called her name as she walked around, searching for her. Tony feared ash something terrible had happened to her or that she had gone with Steve and Bucky. He eventually, after almost an hour, gave up the search and headed out of the bunker. Tony was thankful to still see a quinjet here. As he entered the jet, he saw a body laying in the middle of it.

“Y/N… Baby?”

Tony slowly limped over to her. As he drew closer, he noticed the blood seeping from somewhere in between her legs. He rushed to kneel next to her.

“Honey,” he tried to be gentle but firm as he turned her over from the vomit she was in and patted her cheek. “Y/N, please.”

But nothing. He quickly moved to find where the blood was coming from. There was no gash, no wound. As he ran through all the possible things, Tony’s mind came to one solution.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no.”

He hurried and got the quinjet into the air and set for the compound before getting out of his battle torn suit. Tony then took Y/N into his arms, rocking her as he begged for her to wake.

“I can’t lose more than I already have… I’m so sorry…”

Dr. Cho was already there waiting for the quinjet when they landed back at the compound. Her and her people rushed Y/N away from Tony. He watched helplessly, falling onto his knees as tears trailed down his cheeks. And he did the one thing he’d never done before in his life. Tony Stark prayed.

“Please God… don’t take them from me… I’ll be better, work harder… I’ll do anything. I’ll give anything. Including my own life… Just don’t take them from me. I’m begging you… I-I-I didn’t even know… I didn’t even know…”

next chapter >

I’ll see you guys after Disney World! I’ll still be responding to asks and comments!

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turtle-babe83 · 1 year

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Hey there can you do a vampire Leo x F!Reader but in bayverse and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 112. Biting/marking 142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

A Valentine’s gift for you 💙

Love Bitten

Vampire Leo X F!Reader

Warning: Language, blood drinking, NSFW content 18+ only

“Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

You huffed in annoyance. He was always so smug and confident. It didn’t help that he was absolutely right.

You had been dating Leonardo for a couple of years now. At first, it was just incredible that he even existed. A mutant turtle who fought crime with ninjitsu? What?? But in time he not only won you over as a friend, you fell in love with him.

Then came the fateful day that he came in contact with something else whose existence was unbelievable. An honest to god vampire bit him. Once he transformed, he tried to make you stay away, but you loved him too much. Donnie tried to find an antidote, but nothing worked so far. Leo had resigned himself to his fate. Donnie at least was able to create a blood substitute that provided all the nourishment his elder brother needed.

That was almost a year ago. It was time for the turtles’ mating season and while you spent last year’s with Leo, this year was a little different with his new life. Donnie had created a mouth guard to protect you from getting bitten during the many rounds of sex you would be indulging in. Leo was eyeing you like a piece of meat and you were honestly excited to see how this season would be different.

“Do you trust me?” he had asked, and your answer was always a resounding yes.

So, here you were, already naked in his bed and he had been teasing you and bantering to ease your nerves. You knew he would never hurt you on purpose but they tended to get a little out of control when their hormones were high. Leo had increased strength and speed now and he was already much stronger and faster than a human before the transformation.

“Lay back and let me take care of you,” he murmured, after undressing and climbing up onto the bed with you. “Just relax.”

He settled between your legs, his wide shoulders keeping them spread, and went straight for his prize. Your hips nearly shot off the bed at his first firm lick. Another lick and a hard suck on your clit, and your eyes shut tight and you grasped the sheets in your fists, beginning to writhe.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “See how much I enjoy you, baby.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked down to find him staring at you intensely. Slowly, his long tongue lolled out and licked up your slit and flicked your clit. He swallowed and groaned, then shoved his tongue deep within your walls. A whimper worked it’s way out of your throat but you didn’t dare close your eyes. His tongue speared forward again and again, only withdrawing so he could suck at your tender nub. When you came, you could no longer maintain eye contact and bucked your hips helplessly as your head thrashed on the mattress.

“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” he growled as he rose above you.

You nodded hastily, “Yes, I remember.”

You quickly rolled over and lifted your hips, presenting your backside to him. Looking over your shoulder, you smirked and gave a little hip wiggle. Leo’s eyes flashed red and he wasted no time plunging deep and hard inside you.

“Oh god!” you cried out, feeling his fingers bite into your hips as he fucked you savagely.

Your concerns over his speed flew out the window as he pistoned in and out of your count at a pace that had you cumming again within minutes. You nearly choked on your own moans as ripple after ripple of pleasure wracked your body. You were caught between overstimulation and desperately wanting more.

“MINE!” Leo roared, as his first release began to squirt and fill your insides with warmth. You would be a cum-filled, sopping mess before this was all done.

Suddenly, you felt the tips of his fangs scraping the side of your throat, and you yelped. The sound seemed to bring him back to himself and he jerked away as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I’m sorry, I-I just….you just feel so good,” he stammered. “Where’s the mouth guard, I forgot the damn mouth guard!”

Looking back over your shoulder at his stricken expression, you made a decision. He started to pull out but your shout of “no” gave him pause. His eyes were wide and back to their natural cerulean hue, and your heart lurched in your chest. You loved this man more than anything and you knew without a doubt that he was all you wanted for the rest of your life. If Donnie couldn’t find a cure, then you would have forever with your love, and he would never have to be alone.

“Bite me,” you said with conviction.

Leo’s jaw flapped for a moment before he could respond with, “Wh-what?”

“Go on, bite me. Make me yours…that’s what being mates is about, isn’t it?”

Leo looked like he might cry. He swallowed hard before whispering, “Are you really sure? Donnie may never find an antidote.”

“And I never want you to have to live without me, nor do I ever want to live without you,” you responded. “So, do it. Bite me, Leo.”

He leaned over you and captured your lips in a long, lingering kiss, pouring his emotions into it. His hips still rocked steadily, keeping you on the edge of another release. When he finally pulled away, he moved back to your neck and licked once, twice, and then his fangs pierced your soft flesh. The pain swiftly turned to pleasure and as he drank of your blood, his hips picked up speed. An endless stream of moans and profanities erupted from your mouth as you came harder than you ever had before. You didn’t think your womb would ever stop pulsing and clenching around his thick cock. He licked the spot that he had bitten to seal it and buried his face in your shoulder as once again, he filled you with his hot cum. Your combined fluids dribbled down your legs as he continued to thrust, still hard. You knew it would be hours before he would even begin to soften. You opened your mouth to tell him that you loved him when the cramps started.

The pain was unbelievable and Leo quickly pulled out to wrap you in his arms. Your mouth burned as your fangs came in and Leo shoved his wrist into your mouth as soon as he saw the tips of them peeking out.

“Bite down and drink, baby. My blood will help with the cramps,” he urged you.

With tears in your eyes, you bit down. The coppery taste filled your mouth, and you swallowed, finding it more palatable than you expected. In fact, it was delicious. You grabbed his wrist and drank more. Leo groaned as he encouraged you to take as much as you needed. He showed you how to seal the wound and then he gathered you into his arms to rest. His cock pressed against your thigh, still hard, but you had taken quite a bit of blood from him and he knew you both needed sleep. The cramps were easing up thankfully but the changeover in your cells was depleting your energy fast.

“Sleep now, love. You need to rest up,” he murmured, “cause I won’t be holding back anymore when you wake.”

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nickiewrites · 3 years

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The One. (Evan Buckley)

This is my first time writing for my sweet baby Buck!! there is not a lot of stuff about Buck out there and this is probably crap but I kinda love it! I used first person and the name “Riley” just because I hate using Y/n and Riley is pretty gender neutral. You can obvi use your name. I wish I could make the character more gender neutral but I am a she/her so i’m just use to writing in that perspective. Anyway, I hope you like it and I hope to add on a few more of these soon!!

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I was walking down the hallway of my apartment building to grab my mail from the mailbox in the lobby, looking like a hot mess. I never thought I would meet a cute boy there, so here I was, slept in comfy clothes, hair stinky and tangled from not being styled yet and my slippers that I had thrown on before I left my apartment. I got to the lobby and unlocked my mailbox, shifting through all the mail. Bills, ads, coupons, of course nothing exciting. I shut the door and turned around, looking at the deals they had on food for the local grocery store, when I heard papers fall to the ground and a loud sigh.

My eyes flicked up from the paper, to see a younger man on crutches trying to lean over and grab his mail. I shoved mine in my armpit and ran over and crouched to the floor to pick them up and hand them to him.

“I think these are yours.” I said, reaching my hand out.

“Thank you, I literally could not have done that without you.” The man laughs. When I look up, I’m met with the most beautiful blue-green eyes. He can’t be any older than 30. I nearly choke when I realize I wasn’t breathing… or talking.

“I-uh, i’m sure you could have, if you did the splits or something.” He laughs and it shows his beautiful smile, damn.

“You just moved in, right? I think you're across the hall from me. I’m in 112.”

“That would be correct, 113.”

“Well 113, I’m Riley.”

“Buck. Actually, Evan, but I mostly go by Buck.” We shake hands and smile at each other.

“Are you going right back to your apartment? I’ll bring your mail down for you.”

“That’d be great, it is just paper but believe it or not it’s super hard to hold things while on crutches.” He said as we started making our way down the hall to our apartments. He slips a little halfway down the hall but manages to catch himself.

“Like your body weight?” I giggle and Buck gives me a smirk in return. “How did you break it anyway?”

“A fire truck crushed it.”

“Like one of those toy ones?? You seriously need to workout.” He laughs again. I don’t even know what i’m saying at this point, just anything to get a laugh out of him.

“No, like one of those real ones.” He says. My face falls in embarrassment.

“Shit, Buck i’m sorry, you probably think i’m a terrible person and you just met me.”

“Hey, you didn’t know, it’s all good.” He smiled understandingly. “I’m a firefighter, down at the 118, not that that means anything to you. My team and I were on a call and there was a bomb on the truck that we didn’t know about, it was this whole thing and I was in the front seat, the truck exploded, flipped, I was thrown out and the truck landed on my ankle.”

I looked at him in disbelief. By now, we had made it the short distance to our respective residents.

“Wow, that sounds crazy, i’m really sorry Buck. Any... casualties?” I asked.

“No, thank god. We all lived and I just came out with this.” He said, opening his door and stepping inside.

“Well, uh, thanks for telling me about your traumatic life event in the 5 minutes that you’ve known me, here’s your mail and you know where to find me if you need anything.” I smile and turn to open my own door. Just as I'm about to unlatch it, Buck speaks up.

“Actually… I’m uh. I’m off the job right now and I don’t get many visitors. Do you wanna come in, hang out for a while?”

The question takes me by surprise. I turn around, ready to run inside of his apartment and get to know him more. And then I remember the way I look, the way I smell. All the time I have today is to shower and get ready to work. I have to turn him down. Dammit.

“I… would love to, Buck but. As you can see, I look like a mess, and I actually have to work today.” He shakes his head looking down about to head inside when I speak up this time. “But- if you’ll still be awake around 10:30-11, i can pick up a pizza on my way home and we can hang out then?”

His face brightens up and he smiles. “I will be very lonely but for you, i’d take a late night over no night.” He says and waddles into his apartment and shuts the door.

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I grab the pizza out of the counter and thank the worker behind it, pushing my way through the door and out to my car. It was even earlier than I thought, 10pm, work being super slow. I rush home and run through the lobby down to my apartment, hurrying to unlock my door and sneak in, hoping Buck didn’t hear. I threw my things on the table and the pizza in the oven, that was off, but hoping it would keep it warm for a few extra minutes. I run to the bathroom, turning the water on to wash the sweat from the day away. I dry off as quickly as I ever had. I threw on a comfy bra and some sweats and pulled my hair into 2 dutch braids, slipped on some socks, grabbed my phone and the pizza and ran across the hall.

I situated myself before knocking on the door. It takes him a minute to get there because of the crutches.

“God you took so long, I think the pizza got cold.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” He said, moving to the side so I could come in, shutting the door behind me.

“I hope you like just pepperoni cause that’s all they had.”

“That's’ okay, I’ll eat anything with carbs.”

“Does Pizza have carbs?”

“I think so? Beer?”

“Yeah.” I giggled, setting the pizza on the table and walking to the kitchen to help. I find some paper plates and grab the beers out of his hands.

“Is this what you do? Prey on the crippled?”

“No, I saw someone in distress and he just happened to be funny too, so I thought we could be friends.” We sit down on his couch and dig into the pizza.

“Well you came along at the perfect time.” Buck said.

“So tell me about yourself, Evan Buckley.” I smirked, taking a sip of my drink.

“Well, I grew up in Pennsylvania, with my mom and dad and my sister. Super close with my sister, super distant with my parents.” He says, sort of sad, but also with a hint of joking.

“You seem... pretty okay with that.”

“My parents are good people, just not good parents, as my sister has always told me. They just were never there.... emotionally, I guess? There’s a pretty big age gap between me and Maddie, 9 years, so she pretty much raised me.”

“I’m sorry, Buck. I can’t imagine how that feels... but that’s amazing that you have your sister. I love the name Maddie. Does she live around here?”

“Mhmm, she moved here a little over a year ago after her divorce and now she works as a 911 dispatcher downtown. And yeah, it’s pretty great. We’ve worked out a lot of things since she got here and I think we’re closer than ever.”

I smiled, finishing up my slice.

“So helping people just runs in the family?”

“Well even though she’s older, I was a firefighter before she was a dispatcher so if anything, she copied me.” I laughed. “Do you have any siblings?”

I grabbed another piece of pizza. “I do. 3 brothers. 2 older, one of them is actually my twin.” His eyes went wide.

“Awesome, I’ve always thought twins were cool. Are you guys identical?”

“Fraternal, thank god. If he looked just like me, I would scream.” We both laughed. “We’re from Michigan, I'm the only one that lives out here. I moved out here about a year ago as well to go to school.”

Buck smiled and nodded while swallowing another piece almost whole.

“So does your girlfriend live here too?” I said. Buck almost choked on his pizza when I said that.

“Sorry, uh what?”

“Oh sorry, I just saw you guys when you were looking at the place and when you moved in, you were handsy and I just assumed she was your girlfriend. And I am here pretty late so I was just curious if she lived here.” I mumbled, embarrassed for asking.

“No, no it’s okay.” He reassured me, putting his hand out to comfort me. “Ali, she was my girlfriend. Not for very long. She never lived here. We were together when the truck fell on me and she just couldn’t handle that lifestyle.”

“I’m sorry, Buck.”

“Nah it’s okay. She was great but just wasn’t, the one.”

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6 months later.

Time flew by. After that night, Buck and I exchanged numbers and texted as friends all the time. We hung out every Saturday night and had pizza and popcorn and watched movies and talked. We had more in common than I thought and Buck was so sweet and funny. We never stopped laughing. It was like we were made to meet. We had become close in that short amount of time, he told me everything that happened with Maddie and her ex. He introduced me to everyone at the station, Maddie, Chim, Hen, Bobby, Athena and of course, his best friend Eddie and Christopher. I helped him through the stress of his lawsuit with the city and the aftermath trauma from the Tsunami.

The night I felt us get really close, was when he opened up to me about his struggle with sex addiction and about Abby.

I had opened up to him about being a virgin at 22.

It was nice to have Buck as a friend but I couldn’t help thinking of him as more. More than just a pretty face and a sexy body.

After Buck got his cast off, I promised him we would go to Disneyland, since he had never been. We invited Eddie and Christopher as well, knowing Christopher would be ecstatic to go. We were walking down a street in New Orleans Square, Buck alongside Christopher, picking the next ride to go on that was safe for him. Eddie and I were trailing behind, when I decided to open my mouth.

“Buck really is amazing with him.”

“Yeah, i’m so lucky to have a best friend who loves my kid like his own. I never thought I would have that.”

“He’s going to be a great dad to his own kids someday.”

“Are you volunteering as tribute?” Eddie joked.

“What?? Why would you say that?”

“Because you're crazy about him! I can tell by how you look at him, how you are with him. You’re so into him.”

I looked down at my shoes, kicking them on the ground.

“Is it that obvious?”

Eddie laughed. “I mean, I don’t think he’s caught on but, yeah, the rest of us can tell.”

I smiled, blushing when I looked up at Buck and Christopher in line at the Haunted Mansion, waving to us. Eddie and I waved back.

“It was just nice that when we met and we exchanged numbers and started to hang out, it was just as friends, I didn’t need to feel pressure for it to be anything else if it wasn’t supposed to be that way.”

“I know Buck feels the same way. Most girls throw themselves at Buck because of how he looks. No one cares to get to know what's underneath..”

“Until Abby.”

“Bingo. And even now, he still has trouble, both with himself and with others. He’s always wondering if they still want him for his body and he’s worried he’ll give in. But I know with you it’s different. He’s crazy about you.”

My head whips up and looks at Eddie.

“He is? W-what? Are you sure, you’re not mistaking it for just being friendly?”

Eddie laughs at my nervousness. “No, no Riles, I promise. He never shuts up about you, he talks about you more than he mentions weird natural disasters and we both know that he could talk about those forever.”

I think to myself for a minute, wondering how someone as amazing as Evan Buckley could want some stick in the mud like me.

“I know what you're thinking.” Eddie speaks up. ‘You’re not boring. I don’t think so at least, and I for sure know Buck doesn’t.

“What if he’s still hung up on Abby?” I blurt out. Eddie looks at me, knowing that would probably be another insecurity of mine.

“Riley,” Eddie sighs, “Buck was head over heels for Abby. She was the one who helped him realize he is not just a piece of meat.”

I sniffle a little bit, Eddie’s speech not helping.

“But- He is absolutely crazy, insane, i can’t even think of another word for it, for you. I know he didn’t tell you this cause he told me not to mention it to you but…Abby was in town last month. She was on that huge train that derailed.”

My eyes started to water more. “Great, are you going to tell me that they’re back together?”

“Are you not listening? Look, he was in shock at first. But she’s engaged, married now. She has 2 stepdaughters, a family. They met up after and said their peace. She’s his past, your his future. Just tell him how you feel. Please. I want you two to be happy and I know you would be a million times happier if one of you idiots tells the other.”

Eddie started to laugh when I started to giggle through my tears.

“Thank you, Eddie. You're a really good friend.” He pulls me in for a hug. “You and Christopher deserve someone amazing too.” I smiled, pulling away.

“Yeah, I know. We’ll find her someday. But for now, we have you and Buck.”

Just then, Buck and Christopher return from the ride, smiling and laughing and we continue the rest of the day at the amusement park.

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The next day, Buck had a shift and I had the day off. I had slept on what Eddie had said and decided I was going to tell Buck tonight how I felt. I bought a nice pair of jeans and some cute sandals and a pretty top, trying to dress up a little but not too much. I ordered his favorite take out and texted Eddie. He told me they were on a call but would probably get back to the station about the same time I would.

I parked my car and got out, bringing the food inside. Just as I was about to walk up the stairs, I heard the trucks pulling in. I stood there with a bright but nervous smile on my face. They all got off the truck, smiling as they walked past me. Buck was the last to walk up to me.

“Hey Buck.”

“Hey.” He said, sort of coldly. “What’s up?”

“Well, I uh. I just… I have something I wanna talk to you about and I got your favorite take out.” I smiled.

He looked at me, an odd mood coming off him. “You wanna talk to me about what?”

“Well, it’s sort of something I want to do in private.”

“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of everyone.”

My face became heated, embarrassment creeping up. “Buck, I-”

“What? Do you think I don’t already know?”

“Already know what?”

“That you and Eddie are fucking.”

My face went white.

Eddie’s face went white.

Everyone else's face dropped.

“What-”

“Yeah, you think I don’t know. I really thought we kinda had something going you know, we were friends and we were kinda flirty and I thought maybe soon we could go on a date. But then after I saw you two being so close yesterday, I knew you were probably fucking my best friend.” He said, pushing past me.

“Buck, what are you-”

“And now you wanna rub it in my face, by telling me formally with my favorite food. Forget it, Riley.”

The tears were streaming down my face at this point, not caring who saw or that all my make up was ruined. I turned on my heel and ran out of the station, throwing the food in the trash on the way out.

I drove home and changed into my sweats, taking what was left of my makeup off. I crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep, but my phone kept going off.

Eddie:I’m so sorry that happened.

Eddie:I should have known, he’s been cold toward me today too.

Eddie:I should have told you not to come.

Eddie:I’ll try to talk to him.

Bobby:I’m sorry that happened, kid. I’ll tell him that was totally unprofessional and reprimand him for it.

Hen:If you need anything, let me know. Call me or text me, hun.

Chim:What an asshole.

Athena:Bobby told me what happened, tell me when and i’ll go arrest him.

I threw my phone back on my nightstand after shutting it off and turned over in my bed, crying myself to sleep.

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I heard a loud bang that woke me from my sleep. I jumped up and looked at the clock.

2:27am

I figured it was just someone next door and then I heard it again. I wandered downstairs slowly, hearing it for a 3rd time, realizing it was coming from my front door. I went over and looked through the peephole, seeing it was Buck standing on the other side. I sighed, preparing myself to fight again, swinging the door open.

“Evan I really don’t want-”

I was cut off by his pair of soft lips on mine. I was taken aback at first, trying to process that he was kissing me and not yelling at me. I felt his bag drop to the side and both his hands find their way on my back. He pulls away after a few seconds.

“Kiss me back.” He whispers.

“But Buck-” I slightly moaned.

“But what? I know you want to.”

“But i’m still pissed at you.” I pushed him away. “I do want to kiss you, Buck, more than anything. But I tried to tell you how I felt tonight and before I could even say anything, you started to scream at me and accuse me of sleeping with Eddie, when you damn sure know i’m still a virgin and you’re going to be the one to take my virginity and you do it in front of the entire firehouse, embarrassing me and you think you can just come here and kiss me and everything will be fine? Hate to break it to you Buck, we’re not in a romance movie.”

Buck looks at me for a minute. “You want me to be your first?” He tilts his head to the side, smirking.

“Seriously? That’s what you got from that?” I said. Buck smiled and grabbed my waist, leading me to the couch. We sat down together and he started to speak.

“Riley, I am so sorry about what I did tonight. I cannot believe I acted that way. I just got so furious thinking that you were into Eddie after all the time I spent gushing about you to him and him encouraging me to tell you how I felt and then just feeling like I was betrayed. I took my anger out on you, on both of you and I am so so so sorry. I will spend my entire life trying to make up for it. I will totally understand if you don’t wanna go out with me anymore but I would love to take you on a date and try out this whole relationship thing between you and me.” He said.

I thought about it for a minute, turning away from him. I knew I was going to forgive him, knowing his apology was sincere. He got up from the couch and started to walk towards the door. Just as he opened it, I got up and spun him around, kissing him back. He was the one in shock now. I pulled away, “Kiss me back.” I giggled. He looked at me for a second before attacking my lips. We kissed for a hot minute before pulling away.

“I should have done that forever ago.”

“Yeah you should have.”

“You looked beautiful tonight, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I’m sorry I ruined it.”

“Take me out on that date and I’ll get all prettied up again.”

Buck kissed me again, smiling. He intertwined our hands together, rubbing his thumbs on top of mine.

“Okay, well. I should go to bed and let you sleep, I'll see you tomorrow?” he says walking out the door. I pulled him back swiftly.

“Or… you could stay?”

He gave me a questionable look.

“We’re not horny teenagers and I think we like each other enough that we’ll be able to withstand it until we’re ready.” I said, our foreheads touching, hands running up and down each other.

“I think I'm still a horny teenager but I would wait forever for you.” Buck said, kissing my forehead.

I locked the door behind him and put his stuff down on my couch. I led him up to my bed and watched him strip down to his underwear. I practically drooled at the sight of his body. I had only seen him shirtless a handful of times and as much as I loved his personality, his body was still amazing. We pulled back the covers and cuddled up under them. He wrapped his arms around my back, giving my forehead and cheeks soft kisses, as I snuggled up into his chest, falling asleep quickly.

“Goodnight, baby.” He whispered.

“Goodnight, my sweet Evan.”

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bunni-art · 2 years

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𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

words:3.7k

pairing: aizawa x fem!reader

warnings: tw mention of blood, tw mentions of death, mentions of drugs in case you forgot this is a cartel au, murder, swearing, keigo being a cocky lil fucker, sexual harassment towards the end cause yakuza men suck

rating: 18+ cause shit gets real this chapter

a/n: i FINALLY FINISHED IT FUCK YES chapter two mothafuckas!!! i’ve been having so much fun brainstorming everything to come, and here you’re gonna really get a feel for how big this cartel is. player two, f/n l/n, you’re up! <3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ↳ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

September 13th, 2181

2:56pm

Musutafu, Japan

“Hold the fuck up. This doesn’t make any sense, I mean—these are Pros. Well known and well respected Pros, at that. The hell would they be tryna’ run a fucking cartel for?!?” Ken Takagi (more commonly known as Rock Lock) rubbed the bridge of his nose in confusion, not understanding the motive or correlation. “I mean think about it. These motherfuckers got more money than they know what to do with. Endeavor is a shareholder in goddamn Nintendo, Hawks owns his own fucking agency and line of sports cars, and I could’ve sworn I saw Eraser getting Shinsou fitted for a fucking Cuban on his birthday a few months ago. It’s not like they’re strapped for cash these days.” Ken huffed, the agent’s arms crossed as he leaned back in the conference chair.

In an attempt to try and broaden the range on your current investigation, your department recruited the help of several Pros to provide reinforcements in Japan, the States, and wherever else sales were being made. Going undercover was already plenty dangerous, and going alone was the equivalent of signing your own death warrant. Enlisting the help of Rock Lock, Ryukyu, Miruko, Fatgum, Edgeshot and plenty of others was relatively easy; these were Heroes that had experience with smugglers and narcotics-based operations, so when you’d approached them with the task at hand, they’d happily agreed.

However, some needed more convincing than others.

“Takagi. Think about it. Sure, they may not be living paycheck to paycheck, but look at the timeline.” You state, looking over your shoulder towards the holographic board displaying an interactive timeline of the investigation, including photos, invoices and even audio recordings pulled from surveillance cameras. “Two years ago, we seized a truck containing approximately 78 kilograms of crack cocaine. When we questioned the driver on where he was taking it and where he got it from, he didn’t budge. Luckily for us, the dumbass wasn’t smart enough to avoid a paper trail, leaving the insurance documents in the glove compartment when we’d taken him into custody. The insurance company was under the name “Target Lance”, but after doing some digging on the name we found out the corporation went bankrupt six months before and was eventually bought out by Chevrolet.” Pausing to return to the screen welded to the wall behind you, your hands swiped as you searched for the file reading December 5th, 2178: A live video feed of a towering skyscraper being built, the building’s name reading “Chevrolet Corvette Inc.” as it hovered above tens of stories above each worker.

“But you all haven’t heard the name Chevy in a while right? That’s because two weeks after that building was built, the hundred-million dollar company was bought out by Takami Corporate-”

“-who owns Takami Motors. Which is the brand associated with the Peregrine Speedsters, Hawks’ damned sports car line.” Ken finished for you, brown spheres twinkling in sudden clarity. “Now you’re speaking my language.” You nod, hands waving as you continue to brief the room of Pros.

“The Todoroki and Nintendo console collaboration didn’t happen until about earlier this year, March to be specific. Which is quite convenient..since around that time the price of cocaine per gram stabilized in both America and Japan, rising from $112 to $138 bucks a pop. I’m nobody to speak on looks either, but for as long as we’ve known of him, Eraser has dressed like a depressed college student with insomnia that doesn’t understand the concept of soap or a pair of clippers. Now he’s got his wife in Cartier bracelets and getting his shirts tailored because the collar “doesn’t allow him enough room for his capture weapon”?!? Bullshit.” You huff, stifling a smile as you watch Miruko and Edgeshot snicker in their seats at your...blunt observation.

“It makes sense. Three years ago all our agencies, including those overseas, started cutting our checks down by half. They can barely afford to pay us a quarter of what we used to make, and these guys are making these lavish purchases while we all starve?? No way. Something’s fishy, and it’s damn sure not this takoyaki.” Fatgum spat, hands quivering with rage as he struggled to grasp the food with his chopsticks.

“Fatgum’s right. Hero unemployment is at a staggering 8.7 percent. Meanwhile, these men are spending money like it’s going out of style. It makes no sense.” Miruko pondered, Ryukyu folding her hands in her lap as she voiced her approval for immediate action. Edgeshot nodded in agreement, brows furrowed in frustration at this blatant disregard for the law. “So we’re all in agreement that our own people have resorted to breaking the law. Cool, got it. Question is, why? And what the hell are we gonna do about it?” Ken demanded, his patience having worn thin from all this speculation.

“Good question. I think they’re trying to take advantage of the tough spot the Hero Commission is in right now, manipulate that vulnerability and use it for their own gain. They’re not invulnerable to the tough times Pros are facing in the workforce. So they’ve gotten together to try and make it work for them, even if it means breaking the law.” You query, hands typing furiously at the virtual screen to pull up the files of each Hero, displaying all the current information on them from their blood type to each known family member. “These three banding together though? Along with other people? There’s no way. They hate each other. Or at the very least couldn’t get anything done even if they did have a common goal in mind.” Edgeshot murmured lowly.

“I thought so too. But then it hit me: it’s not just some flimsy group project. Sure, crime has gone up since the formation of this cartel, but nobody who holds any rank has been murdered or harmed in any way. No no no, these guys are singing in tune for now...which means there’s a damn good choir director among them. So I’ve volunteered to go undercover, work my way through this organization and figure out just how high up this goes.” You assert, shoulders rigid and chin aloft as the harnesses of your costume frame your figure.

“Alone?? Are you outta your goddamn mind? Let me go, you’ll need back up-” Rock Lock sputters, hands fanning out in shock.

“No way. What about your wife, your kid?! This isn’t just some average drug bust, we’re dealing with powerful men in possession of superhuman abilities that have the game on lockdown. You’ve got too much to lose, more than any of us anyway. Edgeshot and I will go, we’ve seen the other side of the law before, and our quirks are better suited for stealth should anything go wrong.” You fire, eyes narrowing into slits. “The rest of you will be working in tandem with the DEA and our resources, and we’ll report back to you with all future developments. We’ll also need you to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice, if we need it.”

A thick silence clogged the air, Ken settling back into his seat across the table. His amber eyes flickered in irritation before huffing in acceptance, the situation being out of his hands. All the conference participants’ gazes fixed in determination, some with anger. The tense aura weighed on everyone present before Miruko cleared her throat, ivory teeth gleaming in a smirk.

“Well we’ve got a solid plan. So all I wanna know is...when do we start?

June 2nd, 2182

In all honesty...you thought the nickname was just a sad attempt to stroke his ego. But seeing the way over seventy commercial-size planes and approximately 30 seaplanes sat aloft balmy concrete in the Guadalajara sun showed you exactly why they called Hawks “Lord of The Skies”. Arrays of laborers with avian-oriented quirks loaded kilo after kilo of coke on to each and every plane, some by hand and others by forklift. Welders were personally hand selected by Keigo himself to eliminate the issue of utilizing every available inch of space; each vessel having been stripped of everything from the seats to the built in mini-bars (much to Keigo’s chagrin). From where you stood in the scalding hot beams, the runway seemed to extend for miles as it brimmed with visible heat-waves.

Dressed in a simple black tank top, black biker type shorts, aluminum plated gauntlets, steel toed combat boots and harnesses that encapsulated the curves of your body before coming to a stop at your thighs, you silently rejoiced in the airflow your gear allowed you in spite of the color. The bandanna atop your hairline helped to absorb some of the sweat, which was a bonus.

“Not bad for a starter fleet huh? The wingspan on these babies almost makes me jealous.” A rich and decadent voice called from your left. Sleek carmine appendages and brassy blond hair entered your peripheral vision, giving way to the man who ran the show: Keigo Takami. Adorned in a pair of low rise denim jeans that were so incomprehensibly tight they accentuated every bit of his dick (which was likely intentional), a plain white tee and ebony cowboy boots that looked like they cost three times what you make in a week; he most definitely looked the part of the People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” and Playboy’s “Player of the Month” titles he’d earned. Luminous olive skin glistened with sweat, droplets sliding down the deep v neck of his shirt with ease; the way the daisy-hued fabric stuck to his crafted abdomen leaving nothing to the imagination. Tourmaline and Argentium piercings dangled effortlessly from both ears, and if you weren’t so hell-bent on putting the motherfucker in jail you would’ve had no problem admitting how attractive he really was.

“Starter fleet? You’re about to put Delta out of business, look at this shit!” You guffaw, arms folded, an eyebrow raised in astonishment at his “humble” admission. “Flattery will get you everywhere, and then some.” Keigo chuckles, breath hot against your ear the instant he bends at the waist, hands settled in his pockets with that cocky aura about him.

“-And having your damn breath against my ear in 107 degree weather will, respectfully, get you my foot up your ass. I didn’t fly down here to get treated like one of your poor interns. I came here to make money, so let’s talk it.” You lash, the climbing tempature slicing your tolerance for bullshit to shreds.

“Shit. Straight to the point huh? I like it. You wanna talk shop, say no more. Over lunch though, I’m starving out here.” Keigo clicks his teeth with a grin, escorting the two of you towards the very jet he’d arrived in. “A little unknown fact about me, usually I hate flying ”conventionally”. Gives me anxiety, and I’m awful company when I’m nervous.”

Settling into the light taupe hued cabin, you observe the not-so-subtle elements of class. Ivory shochu bottles with intricate crystalline glasses to match, the bar fully stocked with gold accents along the upholstery. Plates of costly Kobe style beef rested atop spotless porcelain, romaine lettuce coupled with grilled applewood bacon, chicken, avocado and buttermilk dressing settled into envy-inducing black marble bowls. The plane was spacious, and certainly cost a pretty penny or two. “You’re upfront, so I’ll be honest with you. As of right now, this plane is the last thing I’m worried about-” Hawks mutters lowly, dijon eyelets tapering into thin slivers.

“-It’s the Shie Hassaikai making their encore appearance, and with the Colombians at that.”

You choke on a sip of Vega Sicilia, pupils dilating at the thought.

“Now you spoke about wanting to make some money, right?” You nod, heart rate steadily rising.

“What if I could offer you something more? Something of...extensive value.” Keigo drawled, dark undertone flooding the air like a thick smoke. “Like what, Takami?” You inquire.

“A seat at the table.” He shrugs, like one would if they were discussing something as trivial as ice cream flavors or Friday night plans, not the reorganization of a crime syndicate. “You’ve been workin’ for me shy of a year now right? Somethin’ like that? Anyway..”

He takes a deep, contemplative swig of the chestnut liquid, eyes boring into yours.

“You’re efficient, and you don’t take anyone’s shit. Good help’s hard to find in our line of work, and before you know it, this little hierarchy is gonna go under some..reorganization. Only the people who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty will have a place in the new order, so I want you there.”

“What’s the catch? I’m not dumb enough to just assume this is some promotion for busting my ass.” You tread, brain working double-time to try and decipher just what Keigo’s getting at. “Clever girl. It’s a simple task, in and out.” He assures, middle and ring finger sliding a matte-finish photo across the mahogany. Displayed was Kinan Zango, a member of the Shie Hassaikai’s middle rankings shaking hands with Joaquin Fuentes, a Columbia native known for having a body count in the double digits.

“Another fact about me: Only one thing heightens my anxiety more than planes...people who fuck with my money. This asshole Kinan’s been selling my routes to the fucking Columbians and pocketing the profits, and getting 20% of the product as a little “thank you” when he knows nobody moves coke through the Gulf other than Takami fucking Keigo. He’s becoming a problem, and I don't like those.” Kei growls, left eye twitching minutely. His nails are sinking into the polish of the wood, his energy vehemently furious.

“Take care of this for me, and you’ll be my plus one to Guadalajara tomorrow.”

The general public often made the mistake of writing Keigo off as just your average “pretty boy”. Whereas a trained eye could see that while he may be pretty, he was nobody to be tested. The sheer intellect he possesses to seek, hand-craft each and every route, assign planes to their designated locations along with alternatives should there ever be an issue? He just didn’t get enough credit.

So he took major offense when someone had the audacity to treat his hard work as though it was theirs.

Besides.. you got a man with looks, money and bloodlust? Tch. You’ve just created a monster.

You weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea of ridding the world of another drug-dealing degenerate, but the idea of casually committing a murder as a DEA agent in a foreign country just didn't sit right with you. Undercover agents weren’t permitted a “license to kill” should the investigation call for it either, so it was between committing a murder as government agent, or declining Keigo’s request and missing out on a front row seat to the cartel’s entire operation.

The silence that followed his sentence was deafening. Ice cubes chimed loftily as they swirled around inside his glass, clear liquid sloshing around while he awaited an answer.

Your jaw sets, eyes piercing into his.

“Consider it done.”

Blood spattered onto the pale concrete, moonlight illuminating the scarlet hues. Your knuckles throbbed with pain, the sensation blossoming through your hand as your lips curled back in a snarl, vigorously ridding your hands of the other man’s bodily fluids.

“ If you really think coming after me for that bird brained motherfucker is gonna change anything, you got another thing fucking coming.” Kinan spat, nose steadily flowing with red. His lip was busted, face splotched with yellowing purple bruises. Tugging at his restraints he thrashed, mouth spewing white-hot venom.

“You’re talking a lot of shit for a middle-ranking yakuza who thinks some new coke routes is gonna keep the Hassaikai from dumping your body on the side of some road in Zacatecas.” You observe, sending a harsh kick between the mans ribs, steel toed boots making an audible crack. “The Japanese are like Dixie Cups to them...”‘use em’ once, then throw em’ away”, right? You’re a fool if you think your days aren't numbered once you wear out your welcome.”

“Fuck you. You’re little boy toy threw a temper tantrum, so he sent you to “take care of things”, isn’t that right?” Kinan coos, eyes softening in a mocking pout.

“Trust me, you're not the first slut Takami’s been sticking it in that he’s sent to kill me. Only difference between you and the rest of those bitches-” He huffs, head craning back against the metal chair to let our a soft breath of laughter. “-is that you’re gonna put up a fight.”

Suddenly his bones began to shift, popping and snapping as his skin began to pool below him; you recoiled in fear watching his body slowly slip from his imprisonment like gelatin exits a mold.

“I’ve got elastic bones kid! Whatever breaks just snaps right back into place.”

Skin stretching and pulling as he regained his original form, legs sprinting towards you. Before you could fire off your Quirk’s sonic blast his grip seized the back of your neck, a blade taking residence just below your left eye; it’s tip pressing uncomfortably into your water line.

“Now, if you're good, I’ll make it quick. Though I’m known for being pretty... through with my toys.” Kinan leers, a hand slowly slithering down your sides to reach for the muscle of your ass.

“Go to hell, and die there while you’re at it!” You shout.

Bile creeping into your throat, you seize the momentary shift in energy, generating a small sound wave that sent Kinan a few feet to your left; giving the two of you some distance. Your Quirk allowed you to absorb sound to power-up your physical movements, or send it out in the form of sonic blasts or sound waves, so the louder the sound, the more power it gave you. Readying your fists in anticipation for combat, you silently willed for a sudden disruption in the deafening silence as he rushed back to your rigid body.

What you didn’t anticipate was that the sudden bang that filled the air, and the lifeless body of Kinan dropping to your feet with a thud, his head...

excavated, for lack of a better word.

“Don’t you know the entire point of having backup while under cover is to... call for backup?” Edgeshot snarked, striding towards you, gun settled back into it’s holster. His foot carelessly nudged the bleeding man before removing a Polaroid camera from his knapsack and snapping a photo of the carnage.

“W-what the fuck?! Look, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful when I say this, but what the absolute fuck did you just do??? We’re government agents, in a foreign country, we can’t just fucking murder these assholes nor do we have the license to-” You sputter, brows arching in frustration.

“This was your ticket into Guadalajara. I just secured you box seats when you were this close to getting stuck in the damned nosebleeds. I believe the correct words you’re looking for are thank you.” Kamihara snaps, shoving the photo into your hand.

“We’re in a world completely different from our own. It’s forgiveness first, and permission later down here. I don’t like it either...but it’s just the way things are.” He sighs, hanging his head while his shoulders settled like the solar system rested on them.

“I’ll take care of this. Now take that to Hawks, and don’t you dare fuck it up. Don’t let me have killed this poor asshole in vain.”

You nod, stepping over Kinan’s body.

Good riddance.

“Thank you, by the way.” You putter. Kamihara returns the sentiment with a nod, before turning to the corpse before him, phone raised to his ear as he spoke with whoever was on the opposite line, eyes that were once grey now swam with deep scarlet.

“Excellent work! I won’t lie, I had a feeling you were hardcore, but damn, this is some seamless shit! You deserve my praise.” Keigo beams, pearly teeth sparkling in the light of the cabin. Nodding in acceptance you grasped his hand upon his offering, permitting him to escort you towards your respective aircraft.

“Well, a promise is a promise. And if nothing else, I’m most certainly a man of my word. Meet me at this airstrip same time tomorrow, 8am. Pack light, Mexico’s a bitch in the summer, though you already know that.”

“Got it. Pleasure doing business with you, Hawks.”

“Call me Keigo, if you want. I hate all the formal shit, long as we got respect, that's all I need.” He shrugs.

“Understood. See you tomorrow, Keigo.” You affirm, climbing the ladder to your jet, body visibly relaxing at the thought of rest.

“Wait--before you go, I wanted to ask ya. What’s with the whole ancient hieroglyphics tat you got goin on, on your spine? It just looks familiar, is all.” He queries.

Home.

November 12th, 2174.

“Y/N! I found somethin’! It’s this super cool protection rune I found in grandma’s things. Check it out! It wards off all evil, and whoever’s in possession of it can, like, balance their energy with the divine power.”

“You’re such a hippie, I swear to god.” You grin.

“Don’t hate because my chakras are balanced and yours aren’t, bitch.” She grinned, index and thumb coming together to flick your forehead.

“At least take it with you for your exam, for good luck! Pleaseeeee! I think it’ll really help.” Her doe eyes melting your steely resolve. You could never deny her, those eyes constantly solidifying her role as the younger sister.

“...Only if you’ll clean my room for me when I come back for Christmas.” You demand, an eyebrow raised in mirth.

“Deal.”

And even though you never did admit it to her, that tiny piece of paper tucked into your bra did more for you during that exam than any late night cram session ever could’ve.

“It’s a protection rune. To ward off all evil energies, spirits and all that shit.” You mutter.

“Hm. Looks like it works, seeing how well tonight panned out for ya. Could use me one, would probably keep old man Todoroki out my fuckin’ hair.” He chuckles, hands releasing from the railing as he threw you a wave.

“But I wouldn’t worry too much about tomorrow, anyway. I got a feeling you’re gonna fit in just fine with us.” He smirked.

Ah.

If only that were true, Keigo.

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