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zirobitches · 6 months

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One Piece: Soulmate AU

Always in this twilight - Crocodile x GN!Reader

Summary: Soulmates are incapable of hurting each other. As a pirate, this leads to some tragic moments midst battles. You thought you were prepared for when it might happen to you, but damn you were wrong.

Gn! Reader, Angst no comfort, no beta we die like Roger, Reader is Croc's First Mate and a former Roger pirate (Shanks/Buggy's age) but it doesnt really matter, also former slave background, congrats you are now in the place of my self insert OC, no promises on not being cringe this is literally a /reader fic, also had to make a fake crew bc we dont know enough crocs backstory HAND IT OVER ODA

Word count: 4500+

Also first fic on tumblr, idk what im doing here, lmk ur opinions. It is now 2:03am and i have class at 10:30. Might have to skip lmao

EDITS: grammar check lol. also cross posted it on ao3 - same name as my blog

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Soulmates weren't as common as you'd might assume when you first hear about it. There's an easy way to prove someone is your soulmate, but when that method is to harm them, well, it doesn't make it easy to find that person. And society gets a bit weird when you know your soulmate is out there.

you've known that some people carry around little needles to poke into strangers hoping to find the one. But that was in decent society; among pirates you more often heard tales of bullets suddenly dropping to the ground after they hit their target, or swords stopping on someone's skin as though it just hit steel. A battlefield is a hell of a place to meet the person fate had decided for you, but for pirates it had become a norm.

Not that long ago, some genius named Vegapunk did a study on how many people meet their soulmate - 1 in a 100. And that's just how many people find them. It never accounts for how many actually happily end up together. You had chosen to live your life as a pirate, so a happy ending with your supposed soulmate wasn't something you foresaw in your future.

You were always grateful most of your current crew felt the same. There was a small group among pirates that were always on the lookout to find their soulmate and then immediately retire. Your crew however like to joke that if they found them in battle, they would move out of the way so someone else could finish them off. It was a grim reality, but it was your reality.

However, on nights like these where you drank the night away, some romantic always had to bring it up.

"C'mon, did old Roger really make you so cold hearted that you don't believe in true love?"

"Pfft, you're fucking joking right?" You scoffed back. You always argued with Tink about this, but you understood your young navigator still had hope. Too bad you were the pessimist of the crew.

"It's not that I don't believe in true love," you continued. "Soulmates are real, I don't really see another explanation for not being able to harm only one other person in the world. But why limit yourself to waiting for a person you might never meet? So many are denying themselves to fall in love with someone else and then end up dying alone because they never found their soulmate."

Tink pouted in front of you. This was a tired conversation, one that was repeated every few weeks much to the chagrin of your other crewmates. But a controversial topic was always a great topic for a group such as yourselves.

"I'm not denying myself the chance to fall in love! I'm denying ever feeling heartbroken over someone who doesn't matter!" Tink tried to argue back, but you just groaned in response.

"And if you never meet the one? You'll just live and die without ever letting yourself even get a taste of what it is you're chasing." Tink glared, knowing it was futile to keep going, but the pink of her cheeks told you that the grog in her system was trying to get her to keep fighting.

It was then that a familiar tall figure caught your eye. There was your beloved captain Crocodile, trying to sneak behind everyone's back to grab another bottle for himself.

Crocodile was never much one for festivities, at least not one 'undeserved' as he might put it. While there was no battle won to celebrate, the night sky was clear and the waters calm; in the Grand Line, shouldn't that be enough to be happy about?

However tonight you weren't going to let him sneak booze and hide from the crew.

"Cap'n!" Apparently the grog was getting to you as well. "Come over here and help me crush Tink's dream of a soulmate!" You laughed as Tink gasped at your audacity. The rest of your company seemed more or less happy with how the night was going, but your captain was still less than enthused to join.

"If this is the same soulmate debate you've been going on about for the past 3 years, I will pass again. You already know my feelings on the matter." Crocodile's deep voice reverberated across the deck of the ship. Even if he wasn't giving orders, he still commanded the attention of everyone within earshot.

He gave a long drag of the bottle in his hand, and then turned to walk away. However you felt it was your duty as first mate to pester your captain into spending casual time with his crew.

"I may know your opinion, but would you be so kind and gracious to remind the rest of the crew? Perhaps?" You called out to the dark coat trying to run from the party, and saw him pause, then turn to walk back.

You could see some of the newer additions to the crew cower. You didn't blame them, Crocodile was an imposing figure, and was developing a infamous reputation as a pirate on the Grand Line. But he was your captain, and he would never hurt his crew, this you knew.

"If I ever met my soulmate," Crocodile began, "I assume it would be when I attempt to kill them." He took another sip from his bottle. This was one of the rare moments he was not puffing a cigar you suddenly realize. It made his face look younger, as though he was actually a man in his 20s as he claimed he was.

As though he knew you were thinking of him, Crocodile made eye contact with you. "When I realize I can't kill them, I'll call out for you." You felt your heart skip a beat. "Then you can finish them for me."

It was purely the grog's fault for making your face warm. The lack of a sea breeze was also suddenly apparent. But you couldn't be flustered, not when you were the one who asked for this answer.

You smiled, doing your best to brush off the tension. You were still maintaining eye contact with him after all. "Well there you have it. Not exactly the opinion I remember, but I hope I can live up to your expectations, Cap'n."

Crocodile nodded, then told you all to start to sober up or get to bed. "I don't need a crew of drunks on the Grand Line, or else we will never make it to the New World."

Your crew began to disperse and you went below deck to your cabin. You really hadn't had much to drink that night, yet your chest felt tight.

You thought you had learned your lesson, but no. Even after promising yourself you wouldn't, you became attached to your crew. Even after your last one fell apart. Even after you watched your first captain, your savior, be executed, you fucked up and dove straight into a different crew expecting it to be different.

You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling, the world slightly spinning. Suddenly all you can think about is when you met Croc.

It was little more than 3 years ago now, wasn't it? A whole 3 years since Roger died. The weight is still heavy in your chest, but not nearly as devastating as it was in Logue Town that day. You were a wreck, physically and emotionally.

After watching the execution, you were too heartbroken to join the others in pursuit of the One Piece. Your world has just officially ended, the crew was technically already disbanded, but now there was no hope of getting it back.

You ended up in some local bar. No one recognized you, and in the haze of all the excitement following Roger's death, why would they? You had just been some nobody apprentice who happened to stick on his ship after Roger saved your life.

But your sorrow did catch someone's eye.

You sat at the counter of this dive bar in Logue Town, mindlessly stirring whatever number drink sat in front of you now. You had run out of tears, and sat stuck in some frozen state of grief.

However, this sad portrait of yourself did not seem to deter someone from sitting next to you.

You paid them no mind, just staring into empty space, not enough energy to even remember you were still alive.

"You were a member of the Pirate King's crew weren't you?"

A deep voice rattled from the stranger, but it was his words that really caught your attention.

"How'd you figure?" You had paused your stirring at first, but now focused on your drink to avoid eye contact. You were a mess, you could feel your puffy eyes, and were still sniffling every so often.

"There's no reason anyone in this town should be sad that someone like him died. So, you must have known him, right?" The deep voice continued, and you could feel their eyes staring, but didn't have the strength to meet them.

"Well, you caught me. Going to take me in and see if you can get a reward? I'm afraid you won't find any posters of me though. I tended to get lost in the crowd, you could say." After that statement you finally grasped the glass in front of you and decided to knock back what was left. If this was the end of your little pirating career, so be it. It can die with Roger.

"Will you join my crew?"

Your head snapped up at that, and you finally looked up at the stranger.

Long black hair was slicked back to show all the sharp features of the man's face. A strong square jaw, a prominent, perfect nose, and pale, piercing eyes, hooded by thin black eyebrows. Undoubtedly, even in your drunken haze, you were sure sober you would agree the man was handsome.

After a moment to take in this stranger all you could manage was a "Excuse me?"

He smiled - no, smirked - and pulled a cigar out from his coat. "I could use someone with your experience on my crew." He carried on, as if you were discussing the weather outside. He lit the cigar with a lighter you hadn't noticed him pull out. Perhaps it was the booze, but looking at this guy, he almost seemed… fuzzy, around the edges.

"Having someone who once worked for the Pirate King should help me become the next Pirate King."

The stranger took a long drag from his cigar, then exhaled over the counter. You didn't know where the barkeep was now, but at the moment, it felt like you and him were the only people in the building.

You should be mad. Enraged at the audacity of someone to come up to you on the worst day of your life, and to ask you to work for them. But you felt nothing.

No. That wasn't right. You did feel something.

You chuckled. Giggled even. A small laugh that built up till you were laughing, nearly hysterically. You hadn't felt like this sort of light headed elation in a long time, and it was nice.

After taking a moment to catch your breath you finally looked back at the stranger. He didn't look upset at your reaction. He just kept smoking his cigar, waiting for an answer.

"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"I am Sir Crocodile, captain of the Neverland Pirates."

"Hmmm. Well, Sir Crocodile, I can tell you now that you have no chance of being Pirate King." You smirked back at him, propping your head up on your hand as you leaned against the counter.

This response still didn't bother the man. If anything, you swore he almost seemed… satisfied by your answer. Perhaps he knows what's coming next.

"I can help you out on the Grand Line and maybe help you get to the New World, but I promise," you leaned in towards this captain, staring him down. "You will never be the man Roger was. No one will."

Yet Crocodile was unperturbed.

"So you'll join my crew?"

You leaned back and reassessed your empty glass. You cast a quick glance at the bar and then back at the other pirate.

"Sure. I don't have anything better to do anyways."

You thought back in Logue Town you could never feel the same way about Crocodile's crew that you felt with Roger's, but you were always the fool. Now you are attached.

Now you need a reason to leave.

You couldn't waste your time or your heart with them. You had already died once with Roger, and if you stayed any longer you know you could never leave alive. You got up from bed - still plenty tipsy you swayed over - to your dresser.

Middle drawer, back left, underneath some no longer worn t-shirts was a small box. You opened it.

There were several small scraps of paper. Vivre cards.

As a child on Roger's boat, you were ecstatic to learn about vivre cards. A simple way to know the people you loved were alive and safe, and be able to find their exact location? It was too good to be true.

When you remember the feeling of Roger's paper burning in your hands at his execution, you knew the reality of vivre cards.

Your fingertips gently sorted through the papers you had made for some of Roger's crew. Each had a tiny name written in a corner. Shanks, Buggy, Ray, Gaban, Oden, and a few others of people who had been most important to you.

Maybe you could leave this crew and seek out the others. Rayleigh had always said he would retire at Sabaody, and your crew was bound to get there soon, hopefully in a couple months. The ache in your chest; you missed your old family. This could be the excuse you needed.

With a heavy sigh you closed the box and hid it away again. Sleeping on it would be good. Sleeping away the booze would also be nice.

Maybe then the tears would stop silently slipping down your face.

It turns out the excuse of seeing your old crew was unneeded. The news coo was kind enough to drop a reason to leave directly in your lap.

You stared at the newspaper for a long moment. The sinking feeling in your gut still did not go away.

You walked up to the bow where Crocodile was standing. He stared at the horizon as you approached the next island, Water 7.

"Captain."

Crocodile turned to look at you, face neutral, signature cigar in his mouth.

"Morning. The news any good?"

"They want to make you a Warlord."

Your own feelings were swept under the rug as your crewmates overheard. Instantly the deck was buzzing, the news spreading and making the once sleepy, slightly hungover crew come back to life.

"This is perfect!" The helmsman Diat yelled, a grin wide on his face. "Not only do we get the Marines off our back, it's recognition that we are some of the strongest pirates on the Grand Line!"

You would have laughed at him if not for the ice in your chest. Similar celebratory remarks were made all around you, but you didn't have the strength to pretend this was good news to you.

All you could feel was an icy feeling on your back, right where you had a large scar that tore up a long faded tattoo. But time could not get rid of the mark you could never forget about, no matter how much you wanted to.

Amid the spontaneous party you finally turned back to Crocodile. Amidst it all, he was still only looking at you.

Your words were quiet compared to the raucous around you, but your captain heard you just fine.

"If you become a Warlord I'm leaving the crew."

A couple of nearby crew gasped, heads whipped in your direction and murmurs quickly took place of all the yells.

Instantly protests, people yelling your name, yelling their arguments, but it all fell on deaf ears as you stared down your captain.

Tink of all people knew it was futile to argue with you, and turned to the man of the hour. "Captain! You can't just let your first mate leave!"

Before she could continue, Crocodile interjected. "You never planned on making me King of the Pirates, right? So you never planned on staying on this ship anyways."

This evoked even more protests from the crowd. Many of them weren't sure what you two were talking about, and some had begun to yell again.

The sounds were starting to be overwhelming, and this was not a conversation that required the whole crew anyways.

"That's enough from everyone!" You yelled over the cacophony. The crew went quiet. "This is a conversation for me and the captain, the rest of you need to beat it! Do something useful, we will make a port soon."

The crowd was not placated in the least, but it was true the ship would be docked soon, and there were things that needed to be prepared beforehand.

"You heard them. Get back to work." Crocodile finished your command, and the crowd dispersed. You knew they would still be listening, but it didn't stop you.

"I refuse to be part of a crew that works alongside the Marines. If you become a Warlord you automatically become their dog - then you may as well be a dog of the celestial dragons." Your tongue burned even at the mention of the world nobles.

Crocodile took a long drag of his cigar. He looked away from you and sighed an exhale of smoke, then dragged his line of sight back to you.

"I haven't decided yet."

You bristled at this. "Are you suggesting they already offered this to you? And I had to find out through a newspaper?"

Crocodile took yet another drag, and you lost your patience with his nicotine addiction. "Answer me Crocodile."

Your captain sighed through his nose this time, some of the smoke reaching you, a familiar smell after all these years. It once may have been a nice fragrance, knowing your captain was near, but now it blinded you and stoked your anger.

"We are almost to Water 7. Let's save it for there."

Tensions were high, especially between you and Crocodile, when your mood worsened when he disappeared while you oversaw the docking. But you docked. You got the crew into a hotel. During this time the crew began splitting into sides, which was not something you had anticipated. But you ignored it all until finally, Crocodile returned and you cornered him into in a room alone with you.

He had no cigar, and you had no drink in hand. It was a painfully sober room.

Crocodile sighed and slumped into an armchair. He dragged his eyes across the room till they met yours. You refused to look away this time, jaw set with determination to stand your ground.

"I don't want to be the Marine's dog," Croc began. "But they offered me a deal."

"The deal that our crimes are excused? Big whoop, as long as we don't get caught it's almost the same."

"No," he sighed, a large ring covered hand dragging down his face in exasperation. "A deal to help take down Whitebeard."

That got you silent. For a moment, as you recalled every time you saw Roger and Whitebeard exchange blows and fight for days on end.

"You? Take down Whitebeard?" You laughed, but it was a dry and bitter thing. "Your bounty is $81 million berries. Your devil fruit is great and all, but it is by no means fight and beat Whitebeard good. Even if Newgate was without his crew, our entire crew would be wiped off the map. You've lost it if you truly believe that this is achieveable."

Crocodile glared from across the room. Not his usual, perpetual glare, but a genuine, freeze you in your tracks ice cold glare.

He stood up, all 8 feet imposing over you as he stalked across the room. "I have let you say plenty of cruel things to me, but this may cross the line."

But you were his first mate and you couldn't fear him if you were supposed to talk sense into him. "Cross the line? I'm not the one who is making deals with the Navy so I can sail us to our deaths at the hands of Whitebeard!" You were yelling now, no, roaring at your foolish headstrong captain.

"If you take that ship and that crew as it is now to the New World to fight Whitebeard and his sons, no one will come back alive!" Your heart was on fire with rage and frozen in fear. Rage at your captain, who is very much overestimating his abilities. Fear for your crewmates who have no idea what sort of danger their captain was going to put them in.

Crocodile was now truly enraged on the same level as you. He sneered down at you as he suddenly grabbed you by the neck - much to your shock. "I wanted you there to see me become the next Pirate King. But if you can't support me for this, one of the biggest moments in my life since I've been a pirate, then I have no need for you anymore."

With his free hand he opened the door that was behind you. A group of Marines walked in with cuffs ready. "To sweeten the deal, what better than to give a former Roger pirate to the Navy?"

You felt all the blood drain from your face, as fear for your own well being finally pierced your heart. You looked up at Crocodile, and you could feel tears begin to creep at the corner of your eyes. "You never fail to surprise me, Captain."

"Well done Sir Crocodile." One of the Marines spoke, and you could tell from their uniform it was a Vice Admiral, though you didn't recognize them.

"A public execution of a Roger's pirate should be a grand way to ring in your instatement as Warlord."

You felt the world slow down around you and felt Crocodile's grip on your neck slip at the Marine's sentencing.

Crocodile began to speak, "That was not what we agreed on," But your ears had begun to ring.

Growing up on the Oro Jackson, you had picked up some neat tricks. You found out you were hopeless with the color of observation haki, but had a special knack for color of arms. Perfect against those darn logia fruit users.

In a blink of an eye you ripped Crocodile's arm away from your neck and you made a mad dash past him. And jumped straight through a window, glass and all.

You could vaguely hear a commotion behind you as Marines ran after you, but it was lost with the ringing in your ears.

You could hear and feel your heartbeat, pounding throughout your body as you ran through the endless alleys and canals of Water 7. You could feel tears pierce through the wind rushing past your face as you ran, desperately with no objective.

All you could think about was the way the heat of Crocodile's hand felt on your neck, the cold metal of the rings that had pressed against your pulse.

Have you ever really touched Crocodile before?

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You missed him. You didn't understand why. He had just betrayed you - fucking hell, he was just handing you over to the Navy as part of his deal to become a warlord, but god. You wanted to be with him anyways. You're not sure how long you've been in love with him; his sharp eyes, the smell of his cigars, the rings on his hands, but gods above.

You had fallen in love with Crocodile.

In your realization you slowed down. Your legs and lungs burned, you were gasping for air and not just because you had been running.

Has it always been this dark? When did the day leave you behind?

You now stood in some nondescript alley, dimly lit a golden hue by windows that lined it. It was a long alley, each end blocked by canals. How you arrived there you weren't certain. But you weren't alone.

At one end sand had appeared. And from it stepped your dear, awful captain Crocodile. You both stared at each other, both of you panting for breath.

"I didn't want it to be like this." Crocodile's voice cuts through the air to you. You knew you should run. But for some reason you couldn't find the strength.

"I didn't know they would execute you. I imagined they would send you to Impel Down." Crocodile continued to speak. You just stood there and listened as he walked towards you.

As you watched him, there was a strange look on his face. You've seen it before but still didn't know what it meant.

He stopped walking ten feet in front of you. The light was still too dim to see him clearly, but it was fine. You knew his face well enough.

"I won't let the Navy kill you. Not after what the nobles did to you, it feels wrong." You had never told Crocodile what the scar on your back was. It didn't feel like it mattered anymore.

"I think I'll feel better about this if I'm the one who kills you."

You knew this was coming. The second you saw him at the end of the alley. But you agreed with him. If you had to die at someone's hands, you would pick Crocodile over anyone else. Even if it meant he didn't feel the same about you, it didn't matter anymore. You were so tired.

It would be nice to see Roger again.

But then Rayleigh's face flashed in your mind. You still had to pay him a visit. You still had to visit Wano to see Oden. You wanted to see Shanks and Buggy find the One Piece.

You couldn't see Roger just yet.

So, in a sudden scramble, you turned around and ran.

The ground where you had been standing suddenly crumbled. You felt a gasp finally escape your lungs as you realized you almost gave up. But not yet. You had to save your crew too.

Then you finally ran out of luck. The dim light hid a hole in the cobblestones and you fell to the alley ground. You quickly twisted your body just in time to see Crocodile's scythe of sand arc straight towards you.

It hits you right in the chest, and crumbles to dust.

Confused, you run your hands through the sand that has landed on your lap. You're not cut in half - instead you just have sand all over you.

Crocodile change his mind? He was letting you go? Thoughts and heart still racing, you looked up at him.

Oh.

Oh no.

The horror on his face was plain to see - that was supposed to be a killing blow.

But he didn't hurt you.

Your hand jumped to your neck from when he grabbed you earlier. But in retrospect, you had just been shocked by the action, he hadn't harmed you.

Crocodile didn't hurt you.

No.

Crocodile couldn't hurt you.

Because he was your soulmate.

It was the look on his face that hurt you the most. The disgust, anger, horror - this man did not want a soulmate. He did not want you. So why bother sticking around?

You scrambled back to your feet. Even if he couldn't hurt you, the Marines still could.

So, with blurry eyes and a heavy heart, you ran away.

Faintly, you heard a painfully familiar voice call your name, but then all that was left was the wind as you ran.

pt. 2 (if you want, but this might be better as a one shot)

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politemenacephd · 4 months

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Easing Tensions

Miguel O'Hara x transmasc!reader (+18)

Plot: Reader is Miguel's physiotherapist, who gets mouthy with him when he refuses to take proper advice.

Word count: 8570

Content: Established relationship (friends), slight age difference, sexual tension/rivalry, playfighting, rough dry humping, oral (giving and recieving), rough kissing, workplace affair, P in V sex, slight degradation, biting kink. Warning: Mentions of reader having top surgery and bottom growth but no bottom surgery. Mentions of vaginal anatomy are used when describing reader. -------------------------------------

Notes: I'm porting this over from my AO3 because its my most self indulgent fic and I love it, sorry I really wrote this one for myself but I wanna add to the trans masc fics while I can, enjoy <3

You spun your chair in an empty office, eyes glazed over with boredom.

You were doing everything you could to control your temper. Tapping your pen, twitching your feet, and spinning your chair until you were too dizzy to be annoyed.

You glanced at the clock: 7:05pm. Your eyes narrowed.

Miguel was late. Again. That big hunky idiot was supposed to show up at 6:30pm for his session, and now you were here way past your usual closing time. You were certain all the other spiders had probably gone home by now too. They were probably drinking themselves silly at some Nueva bar while you waited hand and foot on your beloved, high-strung leader.

You grunted and scribbled something in your notes to sketch out the frustration.

You see, you had a special job within the spider society, one that was quite unique. You weren’t a hero, not anymore, nor were you some tech genius or child prodigy.

No, you were a physiotherapist. It was a rather overlooked job in the grand scheme of things. Everyone thought Spider-Byte was vital for managing the go-home machine, and people like Jess and Peter were considered irreplaceable, but with hundreds of people bending their bodies in inhuman ways and pushing their muscles to the brink, who was there to keep them functioning properly? Who was there to ensure they didn’t slip a disk or get a trapped nerve rending them incapable of fixing anomalies?

You. You were there, and even if your praises weren’t sung to the top of the HQ you were usually shown a basic level of respect by your clients. That is, except for one.

The door suddenly burst open, right as your chair spun a final circle round to face it. You glared at the enormous shadow filling the doorway.

‘You’re late’ you said slowly.

A pair of glowing red eyes glared back at you.

‘Very late’ you repeated, emphasising your point by rising to your own feet. Those red eyes narrowed.

‘As I always say, I’m sorry, but—’

‘You’re a very busy man?’

As you rose from the desk and walked across the floor the shadow emerged into the light, revealing the chiselled face of your most behated client and friend: Miguel O’Hara, head and founder of the spider society.

‘The busiest’ Miguel noted. His full lips curled slightly as he looked down his nose at you. When standing head to head you barely came up to his chest, so you had to tilt your head to see him.

To anyone else he was terrifying. 6ft 8, muscled to the brim, with broad shoulders and blood red eyes. Not to mention those hefty claws, capable of ripping metal in half, or those fangs dripping with paralyzing venom.

Even if you were an averaged sized man you’d be miniscule compared to him, but that didn’t matter. After all, you had a special relationship with this beast of a spider.

‘Take ‘em off, get on the bench’ you said, gently jabbing a finger into his pec. Miguel’s cold expression curled into a familiar smile.

‘Such a gentleman’ he said, his thick tongue dripping with sarcasm.

You chuckled and clapped him on the bicep. ‘For you princess? Always.’

You’d known Miguel a long time. Long enough that you were the only one he’d trust with his physiotherapy, and long enough that you were one of the few people allowed to talk to him like this. You could tell Miguel was fond of you when he gave you that patented, smouldering glare, but didn’t immediately tell you to leave or throw something at your head.

In this case Miguel just grumbled a little before stripping his shirt aside, allowing you a chance to admire his back.

‘Mm… I can see you’ve got more tension’ you noted, tracing a finger down the bare skin of his shoulders. His muscles heaved as he rolled them, but when your finger brushed his skin you saw him give a little shiver. He looked scary, yes, but was far from it.

‘We had another anomaly to deal with. A Vulture got through’ Miguel curtly replied. You began brushing down the pre-prepped massage table at the side of your office as Miguel stripped off his pants.

‘Vulture? That means you were using your webs a lot. You already put too much strain on your rhomboids’ you said, more to yourself than him. You quickly ensured that the blinds were down as he made his way over to your nicely made massage table. His claws immediately ripped the fresh sheet you’d put over it, but you were used to that by now.

You let him do his little undignified shuffle until he was perfectly in place before approaching him from behind. ‘Alright, so, do you want me to focus on the usual spots?’ you asked. He nodded.

With his approval gained you put your palms on his thigh. He let out a slight huff as you started pressing into his muscles. His skin was smooth beneath your fingers, muscled and firm with a light covering of dark hair. You moved over his legs with ease.

‘You’re not doing those stretches I told you to do.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘Uhuh. You’re always- busy, Mr O’Hara’ you said, snidely emphasising the word ‘busy’ while pressing deep into his glute muscles. As anticipated you earned a low grunt of pain from him as you worked out the tension. ‘Which is why, I’m trying, to keep you in good condition. Because if you get sprained again, you won’t be able to work, and you’ll- oof, there’s a tight one- fall even further behind.’

‘I can work through a sprain’ Miguel said through gritted teeth.

‘Not on my watch.’

You heard him give another pained chuckle as you worked down to his thighs. ‘Not on your watch’ he repeated in a sarcastic grunt. ‘What are you, my dad?’

‘You’re old enough to be my dad’ you drawled back. That got you a horrified little choke from Miguel, one you enjoyed a great deal.

‘Cómo se atreven- what are you talking about?’ he snarled. ‘I’m not that old! And you’re certainly not that young.’

You paused mid-press as Miguel pushed himself up onto his elbows, his neck craning to face you. He glared at you, eyes barely a few inches apart, and you returned his coldness with a slightly tilted smile.

‘Sorry. Of course. I meant, old enough to be my daddy’ you teased in a slightly hushed voice.

Just as you’d anticipated, his cheeks darkened with a deep undertone of red. He turned away.

‘You’re incredible unprofessional’ Miguel grumbled.

‘Sorry, daddy.’

‘Ay por Dios- not today, please.’

‘Sorry daddy, won’t happen again daddy.’

‘I will fire you, don’t think I won’t.’

You continued with your session in relative silence. As you worked out his back Miguel occasionally broke into complaints about his job, about how tired he was, and you either listened sympathetically or chided him in that usual bro-ish manner. You could tell now by the little tones in his voice whether he wanted attention or wanted to joke around, and you took it to heart.

After all, you did care about him. He was a tragic man, one who covered all his issues in anger or sarcasm, and this had become his haven to relax in more ways than one.

You felt like you owed him. In many ways, you did owe him.

‘How are you healing up?’

You nearly jumped as Miguel broke that comfortable silence. Your eyes rolled up to see he’d tilted his head, and his red eyes were glowing beneath the unruly tangle of dark hair draped across his forehead.

For the first time you stammered. ‘Ah- you mean the surgery? I’m good. Its, good. The scars still there but it’s healing up nicely.’ You moved to try and continue pushing but Miguel paused you again, this time by pointing a claw at your chest.

‘Can I see?’

You blanked. He wanted to see? With a slightly flustered face you pulled back and unbuttoned the top of your shirt, just enough to show your chest and the two, thin, raised scars going under both your pecs. You felt Miguel’s eyes moving over you slowly.

‘You uh- you like what you see?’ you said, trying to play off the strangely tense moment with a joke. Strangely, Miguel didn’t seem as offput by your flirting as he usually did.

‘Looks good’ he said. He gave a curt nod before dropping his head back onto the table. You hurried to re-do your shirt.

‘Yeah, I uh- thanks for, making them push my surgery forward’ you said as you returned to his body. He grunted and shrugged, his enormous shoulders rippling beneath your hands.

‘It was against code to make you wait so long, of course I pushed it. You shouldn’t thank me. I was doing my job.’

‘Ah, of course. You definitely didn’t scream at the surgeons in the medical bay to… what was it? Do their fucking jobs? And then went on some weird holy than thou tangent about taking care of all our members equally?’

You caught Miguel’s eyes as they darted to your face and had to bite back laughter. He looked horrified.

‘Who- who told you that?!’

‘Peter’ you crowed, ‘he told me at his last session.’

‘Peter, that- He lied’ Miguel snarled. You gave him a gentle pat on the back.

‘Okay. Sure. He lied.’

Another silence fell after that, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You pressed on the curve where his glute muscles joined his hip joint and watched him shuffle slightly in discomfort, his hips grinding on the table.

God, he had such a nice ass. You admired the shape just an inch away from your hand, the perfect muscles curve and dip. Unprofessional indeed, you thought drolly.

You didn’t want to find him as attractive as you did. You didn’t want to dwell on the wet dreams you had of him, or the few times you’d guilty indulged in pleasuring yourself to those thoughts. It felt wrong, but turning him away was equally as embarrassing. You’d have to explain why.

You knew you had to stop this. You knew you shouldn’t indulge in jokingly flirting, because he didn’t like you like that. Of course he didn’t. Why, then, could you not seem to control your body?

You decided you should probably move away from his behind.

Your hands slowly moved up to his back until your body was bent over his, awkwardly trying to stretch around the enormous man’s upper torso. Each time you breathed he seemed to feel it; he’d shudder or shift, his head nestled into the cushioned bed.

‘Sorry, uh- if anything’s bothering you, let me know’ you said quietly. He lazily opened one eye.

‘You’re good’ he grunted. You smiled; he sounded relaxed for once.

As you finished up the stretching you hopped down and gave him your patented double hand back pat, letting him know without words that he was done. You stepped back to watch him rise.

He rose slowly, muscles arching as he stretched his arms behind his back. The flex was unbearable. What a show off, you thought, all while knowingly gawking at the smooth sculpted mound of his biceps. You’d enjoy him just a little more before he was gone. You knew, deep down, you’d miss him.

‘Ah, mierda- I’m gonna feel like shit tonight’ he grumbled. You shook your head and returned to his side, watching carefully as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat perched on the edge with his characteristic hunched posture.

‘Well, that’s what you get. Like I said you’re not doing the stretches I told you to do.’

‘I’m busy.’

‘You’re not so busy that you can’t do the stretches, I specifically tailored your routine to fit—’

‘I’m. too. Busy.’

You bristled as he suddenly interrupted your speech. You turned, just barely giving him a side eye, and found that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. He was looking for his clothes. You stubborn bastard, you thought, you’re going to get yourself hurt.

‘Do you want your after-session assessment?’ you asked. Miguels lip curled, and to further annoy you he pinched the space between his brows.

‘Whatever, go ahead.’

‘Are you going to listen? Because if you don’t listen there’s no point.’

Miguel looked up, and in unison your eyes narrowed.

This was always the hard bit. Yes, you were friends, but you were in the unenviable position of having a very difficult power dynamic with a very difficult man. He was your boss, but you were his physio. He had control over your job but you had control over his mobility.

You were hot headed men with messy internal biases, which created the perfect conditions for a perfect shitstorm.

‘Well?’ you asked, ‘are you going to listen to me? Or shall I, yet again, put on your record that you refused treatment despite signs of muscle strain and therefore need to be, what’s the nice word for it- supervised?’

‘This is ridiculous, I’m not a child’ he scoffed.

‘No, you’re not. Surprisingly, based on your brashness’ you said, crudely cutting into him. Miguel gave the slightest sneer. As if to assert some kind of dominance he rose from the bed, allowing his shadow to cover you from head to toe.

‘Me being nice to you doesn’t negate that I’m your boss.’

You stared up at Miguel as he spoke. You refused to back down. ‘And you being my boss doesn’t negate that you’re stubborn, and most importantly, wrong’ you replied. His eyes narrowed until only the barest trickles of red light could get through.

He opened his mouth to speak, but to his surprise, you cut him off. ‘Okay. Let’s do this your way, Mr big brave bold and brash’ you said, swinging your arms wide in a challenging motion. ‘Prove to me your mobility isn’t being hindered, and I’ll stop lecturing you. I’ll even write up your notes with a clean bill of health so no one else can nag you either. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

Miguel raised one brow. You could feel the tension growing, something strange and new bubbling beneath your natural rivalry.

‘Okay’ Miguel said after moments pause. He rolled his bare shoulders to give you a clear view of his strength and physique compared to your own. ‘Deal. Do your worst.’

You grinned. With ease you dipped down to his leg as he attempted to storm away, and with all the strength you had you pressed against one of the nerve points you knew he’d agitated. Immediately he stumbled.

‘Fuck- fuck—’

He hissed as he involuntarily fell, his fangs bared. You had the gall to pout and blow him a kiss.

‘You ready to listen now?’ you crowed. At that, he dived at you directly.

Back and forth you continued this messy pseudo-battle, knocking furniture to the floor and rattling windows with your limbs. Miguel was absolutely determined to do something, whether that be pin you down or paralyze you or something else entirely, but you had one goal: pick on his weak spots until he conceded to listen.

But unfortunately, you were evenly matched, both in prowess and stubbornness.

Each time Miguel got his claws on your body you found another trapped muscle, one that you could manipulate into being painful with just a few prods of your fingers. Each time he released you, and each time he came back angrier, hungrier, and more vengeful than before.

Fatigue only seemed to spur you on harder. You wrestled on the floor like snapping dogs, fangs gnashing and fingers digging into flesh until it bruised. You stuck your hand into his mouth to push him back, and in return he grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you beneath him.

Something had to break. Something had to give, and that give came when Miguel finally caught you.

In a moment of weakness you got too cocky, and an attempt to tease his thigh muscles resulted in you being grabbed by the waist and pinned against the wall. You felt the shutters ripple and crack as you crushed them with your back.

‘Would you- stay, STIL!’ Miguel bellowed.

And, to his surprise, you did.

You froze.

You’d somehow gotten far too close, and Miguel’s body had boxed you in against the closed blinds. Chest to chest, groin to groin, your lips close enough that your breath swirled and conjoined.

You both froze in a sudden panic, your eyes widening in unison, as the room was filled with the tense ticking of your clock.

You weren’t sure what you expected Miguel to do. Leave? Lecture you? Berate you some more, perhaps?

To your surprise, Miguel did none of those things. He just closed his eyes and breathed in deep, right at the crown of your hair. You furrowed your brow. What was he doing?

Oh, but Miguel knew exactly what he was doing.

You see, while you were panicking about your internal attraction, he was busy indulging in his own guilty pleasure. He was drinking in your scent. His heightened senses could smell everything: your sweat, your gorgeous musk, the blood pumping in your veins and your cheap cologne. You smelled like iron. You smelled feral. You smelled hot.

His claws extended against his will. Fuck, what was he doing? Now was not the time for this.

Oh, but you smelled so good. You felt so good. All that pent up curiosity he tried to keep in check spilled out, as his momentary aggression allowed his walls to fall. Usually when he got mad it was his other inhibitions that fell. He threw things or smashed them. But there was only one thing here that he wanted to smash and destroy, and it was you.

His guilty pleasure. His friend who he pretended to be annoyed by. His worst, most indulged temptation. His pretty boy.

Slowly his eyes opened, boring down into yours with terrifying intensity. You saw his lips curl back, his fangs on display. ‘I should… leave’ Miguel said slowly. You felt his heart hammering against your chest.

‘Why? We’re not done’ you replied. His eyes narrowed. Did he sound, strained?

‘I need- to leave’ he said, this time even slower.

‘Why?’ you repeated. You were testing the waters. There was no way, you thought. There was no way he was thinking what you thought he was thinking.

‘Because I—’ Miguel couldn’t even get the words out. His body was moving on its own. He was bending now, his face getting close and closer. At this point even you, in your insecure denial, couldn’t avoid the truth. You could feel his heart thundering. You could feel the tension in his muscles, and most importantly the soft little throbbing in his barely covered crotch.

‘I can’t—’ Miguel’s voice had gone husky. Your eyelids drooped as he got closer.

‘You- idiot.’ It was supposed to be a hiss, but your voice dribbled out like honey. It was a pathetic whine. God, you sounded like such a brat. You felt him throb a second time.

‘You don’t talk to me like that’ Miguel spat. His lips were barely a cm from yours now, and you felt every word. ‘I am your boss. I am the reason you’re here.’

‘Idiot—’

‘Shut your mouth.’

A soft little shuddered breath hit his face. ‘Make me.’

That was the trigger, the final cut on the barest thread holding you both back. In a second his lips were on yours.

It was frantic, almost aggressive, the way you fell on each other. Your nails dug into the thick muscles of his neck as he pushed you to the wall, and in no time at all your lips were parted. Your tongues fought just like your hands, trying to overpower the other, with such ferocity that soon your jaw and chin were wet with each other’s spit.

‘MM- Mm—’

Your moans were muffled by each other’s tongues, but you could feel his gruff response as a vibration against your lips. He pushed you until the window creaked, threatening to break it. He squeezed you until your bones hurt.

When you pulled back it was purely to survive, to gasp for air as neither of you had remembered to breathe. But even then, you wouldn’t stop. After just a few shaky breathes Miguel returned to your face. He was harsh, nibbling and sucking and biting all the way down your neck. He bit until he drew just a little blood and then eagerly licked it away, filling you with just enough venom to soften you in his hands. You bit his shoulder to muffle your groans.

Biting like animals, clawing like animals. This was your own kind of battle.

When the soft, bruised, reddened skin of your neck could no longer satisfy him, Miguel spun you around, forcing your face and chest against the window. You felt his full body weight crushing your own.

‘I- I didn’t know you swung this way, Mr O’Hara’ you teased between pants. Miguel rewarded you with a rough twist of your arm, driving his hips down on your ass.

‘Why not? You’re a good-looking man, aren’t you?’ Miguel grunted. You felt his bulge heave as he dry-humped against your rear, his clawed hand easily pinning your back. ‘A pretty boy with a smart mouth.’

‘So- you do like me for my mouth, huh?’

His claws dug a little deeper, rendering you speechless as his cock throbbed. ‘I like you- for this.’

You gasped as he squeezed your back, your hips and your ass in that order, before finishing with a gentle tug at your hair. For once you decided to just shut up, and you let him dry hump you against the wall.

After riding out that initial frustration the two of you collapsed into a panting mess. Miguel’s chest was heaving against your head as he slowly rubbed himself against you. His breath hit the window and steamed it up.

‘I knew this was gonna happen’ Miguel murmured, his voice low and deep.

‘W-what?’

‘I knew I couldn’t resist you, pendejo’ he purred. ‘Ah- you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.’

That little confession made your stomach twist and your legs weak. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart was thundering in your chest.

‘Little- office fraternization never hurt anyone, huh?’ you panted, trying to play it off.

‘You’re a distraction’ Miguel grunted. You bit back another desperate groan as he lowered his palm to your ass. He squeezed, hard, the fat and muscle tender beneath his thick claws and calloused fingers. His hot breath hit the glass in frantic pants. ‘A- gorgeous fucking distraction.’

‘Well then- get it over with’ you whined. You were grinding back against his bulge with unbridled desperation now, showcasing an utter lack of shame. God he felt good. God he felt big. ‘Fuck me you idiot, then you can stop- moping!’

It was an invitation you didn’t think he’d take, but you were wrong. So wrong. You felt him throb so hard it scared you, his throat releasing a startled whine.

‘You want… you want me to—’

It was almost cute, how shy that huge man suddenly sounded. You bit back the urge to smile and just nodded.

‘Please’ you whispered. ‘Please, Miguel, just- just fuck me. I won’t ask so nicely again.’

His hands squeezed you tight, his thick body squishing you against the glass. You’d never felt so small, so insignificant. Usually it would have felt emasculating, but here it felt unbearably right. You felt the slight sting of his claws digging into your soft belly.

‘I’ll pay extra’ Miguel whispered.

‘W-what?’

‘For the- for the session, I’ll pay extra if you let me.’

‘Jesus, I already said you could- fine, fine, whatever, just please fucking touch me.’

You could physically feel his joy at your response. ‘Ah- mi rey’ he murmured. His desperation was tangible. ‘As you wish.’

Your whole body was lifted as Miguel spun you around and held you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Without thinking you smashed your lips into his.

‘Mm…’

You relished in his messy tongue play as he carried you over to the table, eagerly throwing your neatly planned supplies to the floor with a violent clatter. His full lips parted and his tongue snaked deep into your throat. You were terrified he would bite you, but that only spurred your arousal further.

With a soft oomph you were thrown to the desk. As your lips parted you drooled, a thin slither of saliva and venom hanging between your mouths. Miguel panted back at you. His body was curled across yours, his hips spreading your legs and his hands on your wrists, pinning them to the wood.

‘You want me on top? Or, do you want to- you know. Other way around’ he asked, awkwardly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘I don’t have my strap-on, so, gonna have to be you on top this time.’

A ghost of a smile spread across his face. ‘I’m sorry, this time?’

You grunted as he flipped you onto your chest. You felt his claws tearing your dress pants aside, ruining that nice expensive fabric as he threw them to the floor. You could feel him mounting your back as you were pushed into the desk.

‘I thought you wanted me to fuck you and get it out of the way?’ Miguel teased.

‘You’re the one who said I’m gorgeous, you slut. I just assumed you’d come back for more’ you teased back. His teeth nibbled at your nape until your back arched and your smart mouth choked. ‘Mm—’

His claws went down to tear your boxers aside. ‘I’m a busy man, sir. I’d like to test what I’m buying before I come running back.’

In a second your body was completely bare, your skin exposed to the cool air of your office. Your enlarged clit was practically swollen, throbbing and aching to be touched. Miguel sheathed his claws and began sliding his hand down and between your thighs.

‘Let’s see what those hormones did, huh?’

You bit down a guttural whine as his calloused finger shifted through your folds. You could feel his breath on your cheek now; he was watching you shudder, watching you bite down your pleasurable response.

‘Looks like it’s working well’ Miguel murmured. It was odd to receive such soft praise from him. ‘Big boy’ he whispered into your neck, right as he pushed your folds aside to gently rub your enlarged clit back and forth.

‘Fuck—’

You’d run out of quips at this point, reduced to a pathetic mess shifting and squirming on his hand. His fingers were rough, and his lips on your shoulder were even rougher. You would have been content to just be teased like this, but Miguel seemed unsatisfied.

After a few minutes of gently stroking it between his thumb and forefinger, Miguel lifted and flipped your body onto its front. ‘Gimme that’ he crudely barked, and before you could even muster a whine he’d thrust his head between your thighs. You cried out as his tongue hit your clit.

‘F- MM! Fuck, fuck- c-careful, ah—’

You were stunned, almost winded by the sudden influx of pleasure. Miguel either didn’t hear or didn’t care; he sucked on you like a starving animal, his full lips ravaging you until saliva and slick was dripping onto the floor.

You quickly became overstimulated by his roughness. He was a bully with his mouth, pushing you until your body started to jolt with little spasms. You begged him to be gentle but he was utterly drunk on your body at this point.

‘Let me- fuck, let me- let me do you’ you begged, a request that finally seemed to get his attention. When Miguel raised his head he was panting, his lips and jaw now shiny with spit and slick. He looked so adorably ditzy with his glazed over eyes.

‘W.. what?’ he stammered.

Now impatient you forced yourself up until you were sat on the desk, your hands fumbling to draw him up too. He stumbled to his feet and watched you yank down his boxers. His cock jolted out, lightly slapping his firm lower belly before flopping in front of your face.

Miguel must have seen your eyes widen, the way you paused momentarily when faced with his girth, because he let out a chuckle as he wiped his mouth.

‘Is there a problem, sir— MM!’

He grunted as you unceremoniously wrapped your lips around him. Your eyes rolled as your mouth was filled with all those toe-curling sensations; the taste of skin, the warmth, the little smear of pre-cum as he throbbed at his sudden intrusion into your throat. You took him until you choked, and then took him a little further.

Miguel instinctively gripped the sides of your head to stabilize himself. ‘Hey, ah- fuck, no ones ever- done this for me befo- HNGH—’

You could hear his stupid claws tearing up the floorboards beneath you as you started to suck back and forth. His hips were bucking like they had a mind of their own.

‘You- why are you so good at this?’ Miguel whined. He looked almost shellshocked as you switched to deepthroating the tip while simultaneously stroking the underside of his balls, perfectly hitting every sweet spot he had.

You pulled back just to reply, letting him gawk at your cum-coated lips and dizzy smile. ‘I’ve- fantasied about it enough times’ you replied. His shock slowly faded in a crude half smile.

‘Uhuh. Whatever you say, slut.’

You hated how you moaned at his degradation. Miguel held you still as he pushed his cock back into your mouth, and the little spurt of precum that hit your throat was proof enough that he liked it too.

‘No, I don’t really mean that’ he murmured as you started to suck on him again. ‘I want you to myself’ he purred, quiet enough that you didn’t hear it. ‘I want you all to myself, pretty boy.’

You let him fuck your mouth until he could take no more. You let him squeeze your throat in one hand so he could feel his girth going down it. You let him pull out and watch you tongue his member. You let him indulge in this moment, the first time someone was brave enough to take this terrifying man into their mouth, as you pampered his cock like a prince.

In the end he only stopped because he was edging himself on the verge of climax, and he refused to cum in your mouth. Not because it wouldn’t feel good, but because he wanted more. He wanted much more.

As he yanked his cock from your mouth he gave you another sloppy kiss, one you eagerly returned.

‘Okay’ he panted between bruising your lips with his own, ‘okay, I am on my knees begging you. Please, let me fuck you, please.’

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You gave his gorgeous lower lip a bite before rolling yourself onto your front, bent over the desk in the perfect position. You grunted as he slapped a firm palm onto your bare right cheek. He’d already lined his cock up with your rear.

‘Dios mio- I’ve waited so long to fuck this. Have you- have you got lube in here?’ Miguel asked, craning his head around the desk.

‘I- shit, no, I don’t’ you groaned. ‘I didn’t- think of that, surprisingly.’

‘Ah- ah. Right. Ah- fuck.’

Miguel’s hips seemed to be moving on their own. He was trying to hold back; he didn’t want to hurt you, but he was losing his mind at this point. He wanted you to an unbearable degree. His cock was aching to have you, to be inside you, to hold your smooth, warm body in his hands and feel you moan for him. He wanted to ruin you.

‘You… you can use the other hole, if you want’ you grunted, gently shifting your hips until he was pressed against your clenched cunt.

Miguel paused. You felt his trepidation as his grip loosened. ‘Are you sure?’ he murmured, his voice low. You nodded.

‘I- yeah. Yeah. I trust you.’

His grip tightened again but in a more affectionate way. You felt his breath in your hair.

‘Are you sure?’ he repeated. ‘I don’t- it won’t, cause you discomfort?’

You let out a breathy chuckle. Miguel didn’t quite get dysphoria but he tried his best, and the genuine concern in his voice made your heart thud all over again.

‘It's fine for me. Fuck it, I’m bottoming anyway, what’s one hole from another?’ you said with a shrug.

At last, you seemed to have eased his worry. With a soft growl Miguel spread your legs and lifted you into position on your front, slowly pushing up towards your soaked hole.

‘Alright. Alright. I’m going to fuck you now, okay? Just- stay still. Good boy.’

You felt the brush of his tip and instinctively tensed. A shudder ran through you as he pushed it in, beginning the stretch.

‘Ah- fuck, Miguel’ you moaned. You felt him petting your back as he pushed deeper, admiring the little wince you gave.

‘That’s it, you’re doing good.’

He split you open barely halfway in, causing you to squirm.

‘Fuck- ‘s, big, fuck—’

‘You got it, just relax. Ease up for me.’

Miguel was doing his best to be courteous but it was clearly hard for him. His cock was throbbing in a way that hurt, and the only relief in this world was that sweet, tight hole. He wanted to bottom out. He wanted to fill you to the brim and bully your cervix until you begged, he wanted to make you drool. He wanted to cum every inch of his frustration inside you.

But he couldn’t, at least, not right away, because he could see you straining beneath him. So he moved slowly, giving gentle pumps to help loosen your muscles. You felt yourself becoming wetter, your cunt fluttering and clenching as he brushed your internal g-spot.

After a good minute of adjustment Miguel finally fit his fat cock inside you. He’d pushed you to your limit, but he’d fit. He bottomed out with a guttural growl, almost animal in nature, before gasping aloud like a man who just avoided drowning.

‘There- there. Good boy. You took it so well.’

There it was: the feeling you’d dreamed about for so long. You could feel him inside you. You could feel the thick veins throb against your walls, the bulge of his cock so hard that it had utterly skewered you to the spot. When you tried to adjust you felt his claws on your hips, sharp and rough. You panted into the table. You could feel him moving in you.

‘Mm- mm, fuck- you’re so big.’

You felt him throb again, clearly bristled by your praise. ‘You’re so- tight’ he whined. ‘So fucking- soft.’

He started to knead the flesh of your lower back as he moved. You felt the slip of his cock as he shifted just a little, one inch in and then one inch out. ‘So fucking soft’ he repeated almost dreamily. ‘So… fucking tight. Oh M- god, mm—’

You both moaned in unison as he drew all the way out before sliding back in.

‘So good, so good- fuck—’

The big man had been reduced to an absolute mess after barely one move. His thighs were shaking as he clung to your hips. ‘I knew you’d be this tight’ he whined. ‘I knew you’d feel- heavenly.’

‘You been thinking- MM—’ You paused midsentence as he pulled all the way out just to slide back, a sensation so delicious that your toes curled and your foot stamped on the wood.

‘Have I been thinking about you?’ Miguel groaned as he pushed in deep. ‘Of course I have, you beautiful idiot.’

You bit your lip as he started to pump inside you, his pelvis slowly rocking against your upturned hips. You felt each gently slap of his skin against your bare ass alongside his hefty girth slowly dragging against the most sensitive little ribbing on your insides.

‘Fuck- oh fuck that’s it.’ You gasped as he nudged your g-spot with his member. With no control your muscles tensed and clenched him in a vice-like grip.

‘Lemme- lemme pay you’ Miguel whined, his claws digging into your skin again as that rapturous pleasure overtook him. ‘Lemme pay you please.’

‘How- how much?’

Your breathless teasing made him shudder. ‘Everything’ he panted. ‘Let me- give you everything.’

‘You- ah, fuck, keep doing that. Keep doing that.’ You held back your response just to relish in the feeling a bit longer; you could feel his balls hitting your clit with each thrust, his muscled thighs digging you into the desk until it ached, and that alone was driving you a little crazy.

‘Ah, ‘s so good… you- you were saying, everything?’

‘Every- fucking, cent in my account, you can have it’ he groaned. You could feel him speeding up now, as the skin-on-skin contact was starting to create a low slap that reverberated through the room.

‘Jesus, you sound like a virgin’ you teased, hoping to spur him into action again.

Just as planned you finally felt him bristle.

As if to punish your bravado, he started to get rough. He started pumping hard, his hips snapping as he pounded you into the table. You had to grit your teeth to bear it. The smack of his hips, the sweet ache of his cock stretching you out, the mixture of pain and pleasure as you adjusted to his thick girth.

If you weren’t some kind of spider, you were sure he would have broken your back entirely.

‘Fuck- fuck, careful—’

‘Mm- you were running your mouth before, just- fuck, mm- take it like a man’ Miguel grunted.

‘You’re- fucking huge, you idiot—’

‘You already said that, pendejo.’

His sweet, husky voice dripped like honey as he folded over your back, drawing a pathetic mewl from your lips. You were turning to putty in his hands. You started to arch your hips to push him deeper; the ache was turning pleasurable, and you wanted more.

At that point the pleasure took over, and like animals in heat you gave in. In the timeless capsule that was your office you let him fuck you. You weren’t sure how long you took him exactly, but it felt like it would never be long enough.

Your bodies were pressed together, naked and sweaty beneath the dim overhead light. Like two snakes you were wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs, your bodies frantically rocking and humping in a messy unison. Muscle on muscle, skin on skin, you felt the sweat from his abs coat your back.

‘Mm- mm, fuck.’ You let him bottom out in your cunt with a glazed over expression. You drooled onto his claws and let him pump all of his frustration into your willing hole. ‘Mm… Miggy, ‘s- so good, mm—’

‘Guapo’ Miguel whined to himself. ‘Muy guapo… Estás tan mojado.’

‘W-What? I’m not that- wet—’

You whimpered as he pushed in deep, eliciting the most perfectly timed filthy squelch from your manic coupling. You felt slick sliding down your thighs to the floor. Miguel’s self-satisfied grunt made your cheeks burn. ‘Mojado’ he repeated in your ear.

He continued to thrust at just the right angle to get more of those sounds. He wanted to hear how wet you were, how wet and desperate he’d made you. You bent over and let him.

Without realizing you’d filled the entire office with signs of your passionate coupling. The echoes of two men grunting, groaning, cursing and begging combined with the violent slapping of wet skin into an erotic symphony, punctuated perfectly by the thick smell of sweat and cum.

Surrounded by this audio-visual cacophony, it was no surprise that you quickly felt your orgasm rising.

‘Ah… Okay, oka—MM—Okay I’m close, I’m close.’

You could feel the pleasure increasing to unbearable degrees, twisting and tightening your insides until you almost screamed. Miguel grunted with pride.

‘Okay, shh- you got it, go on, cum for me pretty boy, cum on my cock.’

‘F-Fuck—’

Miguel wasn’t as experienced as you’d expected, but lucky for you he lucked his way into finding just the right position. He drew back until his cock was angled at that soft ribbed spot on your cunt while his finger wrapped down and between your thighs, eagerly massaging your bottom growth.

He admired the way you squirmed and jolted, the way your muscles gripped him. He felt your ass clench and regretted, deeply, that he couldn’t spank it in this position.

‘Fuck, fuck—’

‘Come on, good boy, cum for me.’

His hips were thrusting desperately as his finger rubbed you out. Your toes clenched.

‘FUCK— fuck it’s so, close, please— YES—’

With a deep moan you finally climaxed. Your body shuddered and tensed as those orgasmic ripples turned your body into an absolute mess, your cunt clenching hard enough that your gushing cum squirted around his cock. Miguel let out a groan of relief.

‘Oh fuck- good boy, yes, yes, that’s it, cum for me.’

In the heat, the passion, Miguel broke. He bent over and utterly crushed you beneath his torso as his finger and shaft continued their manic work, and with a heavy breath he hissed into your ear. It was a territorial display with his teeth on your cheek, pushing you down.

‘You’re mine’ he barked, barely audible over your dramatic whimpering. ‘You’re mine, you’re all mine.’

You didn’t reply. You were seeing stars, lightheaded from the rush of blood and abrupt tension. You laid yourself against the desk like a corpse as Miguel returned to thrusting right up to your navel.

The overstimulation caused you to grunt a few times, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. The slightly painful jolts felt too good. Plus, you wanted something more: you wanted him to cum in you.

And god, so did he. Miguel’s mouth had fallen open and he was ramming his cock as deep and hard as he could, forcing the desk to creak beneath you. At one point you heard it snap. He was desperate for this one thing, this itch he had to scratch, this inescapable ingrained need to own you.

He wanted you stuffed. He wanted you filled. He wanted to know he was inside you when you stumbled home later tonight, secretly trying to squish your thighs together so it didn’t drip out and alert everyone to what he’d done to you.

With that mental image filling his head Miguel finally tipped. With a few more rapid humps, his cock throbbed and spurted those first, thick, heavy white ropes inside you.

‘MM- argh, YES—’

You jolted in shock as his claws dug into the desk, sinking into the wood like flesh. With each spurt he thrust deeper, and with each thrust he tore up the wood by your head.

But then, in the daze of being filled, you felt a sudden sharp stinging pain in your neck.

Miguel had given in, and he’d bitten you. He’d sunk his canines into your nape like a cat carrying a kitten, and as he filled you with his cum he filled you with his venom too. His eyes were glazed over, his nose flaring as he huffed hot air against the fine hairs at the base of your skull, and his hips were still pumping erratically to a finish.

You, at this point, were utterly out of it. Your vision was swimming, your limbs numb, and all you could feel at this point was his breath on your back and his thick seed now overflowing from your already stuffed hole.

It took Miguel a moment to come back to his senses, but when he did he retracted his teeth in horror.

‘Shit- shit! Are you okay?! Are you okay?’

Miguel unceremoniously pulled out to check you were still conscious, only to find your body utterly paralyzed. As he stepped back some animal part of his brain begged him to stand and stare, admiring with great arousal the way his cum looked dripping out of you, but his rational and deeply guilty conscience pushed him to instead carry your body to the nearby sofa.

‘Okay, okay, shit- he’s going to kill me when he wakes up- stay here, I’m going to get help.’

In a panic Miguel dragged on his boxers and rummaged through his pants for his watch. There was only one person he could call, but he didn’t exactly like it.

‘Lyla? Lyla, are you there?’

Miguel tried to keep his voice down as he urgently hissed for his assistant. Thankfully she popped in right away, perching on the edge of his wrist with her glasses down.

‘Hey boss! What are you—oh my god.’

Her glasses fell down her nose as her jaw dropped. Her eyes had fallen almost immediately on your naked, paralyzed body now splayed across the sofa, and as they began to roam she was greeted next by a nearly fully naked Miguel and an utterly destroyed office.

‘Are- boss are we burying a body?’ she hissed.

‘NO! No he- my friend- I need the antidote for my venom, please, ASAP’ Miguel hissed back. Lyla rolled her eyes up to stare him down. Beneath her curious gaze he quickly flushed.

‘Your friend?’ she repeated.

‘Yes, he- he is my physio.’

Lyla raised her eyebrows. ‘He’s your employee, friend, and he’s naked on the couch because—’

‘Because- because, none of your- business! Just bring the antidote!’

‘Right. Bring the antidote. For your venom. Which can only transfer via bite. For the naked man on the couch, covered in bite marks.’

Miguel was seething at this point. His nostrils flared as he glared her down.

‘I don’t know what you’re implying, Lyla—’

‘Look, either you tried to kill and eat him, or you fucked him! One of these is a felony, the other is just awkward. I’m just asking which it is so I know if I can joke about this later or if I’m gonna need therapy for the crime I helped you cover up. Did you try to eat him, or did you fuck him? Which one is it?’

Miguel sighed and lowered his head into his palm. ‘I didn’t- I didn’t, try to eat him’ he mumbled. That was the closest to telling the truth he was going to get, and thankfully that was enough for the smug little AI. She gave him a beaming smirk before shifting her glasses back into place.

‘Oo, peachy. Good for you, boss.'

The little AI vanished amidst a barrage of abuse from Miguel.

Despite her teasing Lyla was true to her word. Within a minute a drone had arrived at the door carrying that precious needle, its insides filling with the only antidote to Miguel’s paralyzing venom. Miguel grabbed it as fast as he could to avoid being seen. He locked the door before hurrying to your side, and after a garbled apology in Spanish he shoved the needle into your neck.

For a few minutes nothing happened. You continued to lie in a state of dream-like awareness, drool pooling from your mouth into the sofa with eyes that saw nothing.

Miguel rocked back and forth on his ankles, his hands gripped together. ‘Come on, come on, please, please—’

‘FUCK!’

As the antidote finally settled in your veins you jolted up in a panic, a move so abrupt that you managed to topple off the sofa right onto Miguel’s anxiety ridden face. You both collapsed onto the floor.

‘ARGH! Argh fuck- I’m alive?! I’m alive! Ah, oh my god- I thought- ahh—’

‘Mierda- ¡Oye! I told you, it doesn’t- kill, it—’ Miguel got through the start of his self-righteous explanation before freezing, as he realized that your fiery eyes had turned on him. Your own nose flared as you sneered at him in disbelief.

‘You….’

You said it slowly as you rose, your finger now pointed at his face. Miguel tried desperately to avoid the temptation to gawk at your naked form as you hissed. ‘You- what, the fuck, man! You bit me?!’

Your anger was only exacerbated as you realized Miguel was, despite his earnest attempts, very overtly gawking at your naked and now cum-coated thighs. You reached out and grabbed him by the jaw. ‘WHAT- THE FUCK, MIGUEL?!’

‘I’m sorry! Mi rey, I’m sorry, just- I can’t control it, okay?! It’s an instinctual thing! I… Bite!’

‘Oh, and that makes it okay?!’

‘NO, just- I’m trying to explain!’ Miguel stammered. ‘Even if I’m just- by myself, I instinctively have to bite something, I was just… caught up in the moment.’

‘Caught up in the moment- jesus christ.’ You used your free hand to reach around and feel the deep puncture wounds on the back of your neck. ‘Are these permanent?'

‘I said I was sorry. You- actually, wait, no- no, you bit me early too!’ In his stubbornness Miguel aggressively pointed a claw at his shoulder, showing the little red indent of your teeth. You flushed violently.

‘That was… That’s not the same!’

‘How?’

‘How- what do you mean, how?’

‘I mean how is not the same?!’

As Miguel wrenched his head from your hand you resorted to grabbing his neck, a gesture he returned. Soon you had each other by the throat, teeth bared and eyes wild.

‘I- bit you because I was—’ You stammered on the admission as Miguel hissed. ‘Because you were horny, and you instinctively wanted to bite me’ he said slowly. You leaned in and bared your teeth right back.

‘You fucking—’

You both froze.

You were nose to nose, still naked and sweaty and hot, now down on the carpeted floor of your office. You panted into each other’s mouths.

All over again, to your horror, you felt your insides throb and tighten. You saw his eyelids droop.

You didn’t even need to tease him this time. His lips hit yours, and without a word you surrendered to what you knew would be another round of mind-blowing angry sex.

You just hoped he at least wouldn’t bite you this time.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #transmasc reader #smut with plot #smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #fanfic #x reader #18+ content

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

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Listen, I know I should be cracking down on the requests cluttering my inbox, but I felt the need to be petty today. Being caught up with the latest chapters of BSD, I feel just a bit angry at Fyodor for his crimes against my sweet, beloved Sigma. So, without further Ado, I present:

A List of Embarrassing Things Fyodor Dostoevsky has Done

Yeah, I got this off Pinterest. Look at him, he looks so worried that I'm about to embarrass him in front of his fangirls >:3

🖤🐀 Forgot to sleep for three days straight, and fainted at the dinner table as a result. This really isn't uncommon for him. He's such a workaholic that you've had to actually carry him to bed more times than you can count (Don't worry, he weighs, like, nothing.).

🖤🐀 Forgetting to take his iron supplements. This one is usually the culprit behind most of his other mishaps. When he gets really busy, he often neglects to take the one thing that keeps his anemia symptoms at bay.

🖤🐀 Lost to Nikolai at hide-and-seek. Multiple times. Despite Fyodor's infinite genius, he can't ever seem to beat Nikolai at hide-and-seek. Nikolai loves to hide in places that Fyodor physically cannot get to, such as up a tree, and laugh when Fyodor can't find him.

🖤🐀 Accidentally called you 'Nikolai' when you pestered him while he was trying to work. He gets a little snappy when he's lacking sleep, and he's used to Nikolai pestering him. He apologized afterwards, he knows it must be terribly insulting to be mistaken for that damn clown.

🖤🐀 The amount of times he has fainted in the shower is ridiculous. It's a good thing you're there to catch him, otherwise he might accidentally drown! That would be quite an embarrassing way for the great Fyodor Dostoevsky to die!

🖤🐀 Every time you steal his ushanka, he stands up too fast and almost blacks out. He has to sit back down to avoid fainting. He sits there for a solid minute with the dizziest expression on his face. It's hilarious!

🖤🐀 Almost died of hypothermia because he insisted that he "is used to the cold." He thinks he's a lot tougher than he actually is, and part of that is because he wants to impress you. The other part is that he's usually cold because of his anemia, but that isn't going to stop him from catching hypothermia and dying.

🖤🐀 Dunked his head in a bucket of ice to get rid of a migraine, instead of just taking pain meds. This one was Nikolai's suggestion, the absolute bastard. For all his genius, Fyodor can be a real dumbass sometimes.

🖤🐀 He keeps trying to eat things that aren't food! This is one of the lesser-known side effects of his anemia, and usually only happens when he forgets to take his iron supplements. Half the time he doesn't even realize that he's chewing on his pen until you point it out to him!

🖤🐀 He has the weakest immune system, but he refuses to rest and take care of himself. You've had to legitimately tie him to the bed and spoon feed him soup to get him to rest. He insists he's fine, but he really isn't.

🖤🐀 He blacked out on the stairs and just sorta laid there like a rug for a solid two minutes. This happened because he was chasing you after you stole his hat, and he ran up the stairs too fast.

🖤🐀 Despite what you might think, this rat bastard is very much a blushing virgin. As such, it doesn't take much to get him excited. If you can convince him to let you sit on his lap, you're gonna feel him not even seconds later. He gets very grumpy when you tease him about it.

🖤🐀 The longer he goes without sleep, the more he mixes up his words. He also swears a lot more than usual, which is pretty funny in its own right. Nikolai knows this, and loves to pester sleep-deprived Fedya. One time he called Nikolai a "fucking society on tumor, and a fothermucking holy and good to all things disappointment." If you record him while he's sleep deprived, he's going to threaten you to hell and back (but it's worth it, lets be honest.)

🖤🐀 You startled him while he was working and he almost smacked you across the face. He's actually really easy to jump scare while he's engrossed in his work, but proceed with caution because he gets really jumpy and might almost kill you before realizing that it's you.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #bsd fyodor dostoevsky

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whattfisausername · 1 year

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I think it’s fascinating how the time and social context a piece of media is released in can drastically change what an audience takes from it.

When Hamilton was first released in the mid 2010s, I don’t remember seeing any sort of criticism of it. It was near universally beloved (to my recollection). But when the Hamilton movie was released on Disney+ during the BLM movement, then we started to have conversations about celebrating slave owners and if racially blind casting actually makes it “woke”.

Rian has said he intended Miles Bron to be a stand in for Mark Zuckerberg. But in 2022/3, as we watch supposed genius Elon Musk destroy Twitter and throw a temper tantrum, we see him instead.

No story’s message is universal, nor is it static. Every person, every time period, with their own values, life experiences, priorities, will read it in a different way. And as our societies change and evolve, so will our interpretations of older books, movies, musicals, tv shows, and more.

#hamilton #hamilton musical #glass onion #knives out glass onion #miles bron #elon musk

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myunconquerablesoul · 7 months

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HI I've been thinking...ex- knight toji now currently fled away from the kingdom or city ..and lives alone in a forest peacefully cutting woods hunting by himself and all...and the reader who's a princess will try to find him for a quest...which she desperately fails and try to convince toji to come with her and others can go as you wish 👁️🫦👁️

THANK YOU!

I like your WORK SM.

too good to be wrong. (nsfw!)

I'M SERIOUS! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ only!

t.fushiguro x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder, unprotected sex (be safe, folks! wrap it before you tap it!!!), blindfolding (kinda?), virgin!reader, loss of virginity, oral (fem! receiving), vaginal penetration, choking? (Like just briefly), I think that's it.

Authors note: Thank you for your Request, my lovely. I would have never thought that I would write for Toji, hahaha. But here we are! I loved your idea, but I changed a few things about the story because it felt right with the flow I was going. I hope you don't mind. As always, please let me know if you like it. My first attempt at smut!!! Feedback on what I could have done better is always welcomed. Love you all! Enjoy

Wordcount: 2.826

Being the crown princess, you had, like every accessor to the throne before you, solve a quest to prove your worth of the Thorne.

It was a long-lived tradition in your beloved Kingdom.

Like everyone who had to do this, you were given two months to complete your task. If you couldn't do so, the throne would fall onto the next in line.

Your quest was an easy one, or so you thought. It was winter at that time. Commonly, these quests were held in spring, but your father, the King, wanted you to do it at that time of the year.

And who were you to refuse the King? The man who was personally approved ruler of the land by God himself.

To be a woman of the upper society was terrible enough, but then to be the next to ascend the throne-

A woman as an accessor to the throne- you were his biggest regret.

Your father also had a son, an illegitimate child, who was given birth by one of his mistresses.

Nicolas was two years younger than you. And unlike with you, one could tell that the King always preferred him. He hated that his firstborn was a girl.

You knew that; Everyone knew that.

This is why you always worked harder than anyone. And soon, you became known as the most perfect princess in the Kingdom.

Not only a genius strategist but also an adept diplomat.

No one doubted that you would lead this Kingdom into glory. Some even whispered that you would do a far better job than your father ever could.

So when did it all go south?

He doesn't know what came over him- What he was thinking, but it was too late anyway.

Toji has been in hiding for several years now.

He had dared to disobey his general's orders, causing a riot that almost ended in a mutiny. After, he was sentenced to death and was supposed to be hanged, but he managed to escape.

Since then, he has lived alone in a forest near the mountains in case he is tracked down.

This winter has been a tough one. The wind whipped on the skin, and he could hardly see anything through all the snow falling.

But he saw a lump on the ground, and as he came closer, he saw that the snow had turned reddish under the person, which could only indicate a life-threatening wound- if it wasn't already too late.

And then again, Toji wondered why he did it.

He could have let you die- let nature play its game- but no, he had to take you with him and save you.

But the second after he laid you down on his bed to treat you, he was able to take a good look at your face.

"Fuck."

That was all almost a year ago. During this time, you've learned that the reason why the quest was postponed was all just a cruel plot against you. To Kill You. For your half-brother to take the throne.

Because Nicolas was an illegitimate child, he had no claim to the throne. But things are different if he is the king's only child. Then, he automatically becomes the heir to the kingdom.

I didn't know if it was your father's doing or your brother's, but you do know that you couldn't go back.

So ever since then, you have lived with Toji, hidden from the world.

Sometimes, he made trips to the neighborhood kingdom. Chances that they wouldn't recognize him were lower there. Since you would indeed be identified, you mostly stayed in the hut and prepared meals or would hunt alone.

After Toji returned, he proudly showed you the bottle of wine traded at one of the markets for the fur of one of the foxes you caught the other day.

"You traded fur for wine?!" with your hand on your hip, you showed annoyance clearly as day.

"Aww, come on, princess. It's not like we don't have anything we need by now to survive the winter anyways."

He was right. You filled your supplies weeks ago. Fur enough for the two of you and the wood was well sheltered from the rain.

"Still, you could have brought something better than this."

"Hey, it tastes good, and besides-" he came a little closer to you. "it helps keep us warm, hmm."

In all this time you've known him, you realized he was quite the teaser. "Is that so?" you asked, amused. "Oh yeah. Definitely."

"Well then, I guess it was a good investment then." Giggling, you returned to the hot pot of stew you were making.

"See. Now we start to speak the same language." Toji made his way to you. Standing right behind you and looking over your shoulder at what you were making.

"Hmmm, that smells so good." Toji must admit. At first, he didn't like the idea of you staying, but on the other hand, he enjoyed your company, and your cooking skills were a good bonus.

Maybe it helped that you weren't so bad to look at.

The two of you played this push-and-pull game for over half a year. This tension that has been building up-

It's just a matter of time until one of you does something about it. If Toji was honest with himself, he wouldn't mind if-

"Dinner is ready!"

How you managed to get yourself in this position is still a blur to you.

One minute, you were happily chatting and drinking, and the next-

His kiss overwhelms your senses, and you sink deeper into it, drowning in his essence.

His hand reaches the back of your neck, and his other slides down your side. Your mouth opens wider as you let his tongue sink inside, and arousal curls around your body.

He groans when you start sucking on his bottom lip. His hips drive into the space between your legs until you feel his clothed member pressing against your center.

Your back arches, fingers tearing at his strands as you mold yourself to his body, needing to get closer. To feel deeper.

His palm cups your breast, his fingers teasing the nipple through the thin fabric. He breaks his lips away from yours, moving to skim the corner of your jaw and then farther down, latching on to your neck.

His teeth nip the skin until it stings, making goose bumps sprout along every inch of your body. Picking you up, you wrap your legs around Toji's middle as he takes you to his bed.

You moan, wetness dripping from your core and sticking to the inside of your legs, wishing he would touch you where you needed him the most.

You should feel ashamed of yourself. You were always thought to never long for this touch other than from your husband. You know this was bad, but this feels too good to be wrong.

He hesitates then, pulling back and gazing into your eyes, and for a slight moment, you worry that he'll change his mind. But with Toji, you should know better.

He grips your hand tighter and then moves to grab the other, placing them above your head and tangling your fingers as he lays you into his bed.

He leans in, his lips moving from the base of your neck to your mouth.

"Y/N," he murmurs. Your lips meet again, and your desire rises with each moment, heat throbbing your insides.

You press your hips into him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

He groans. Seeing someone like him get lost in passion and knowing you are the reason is intoxicating. His fingers tighten around yours, and he presses your hands deeper into the pillows as he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

"You're mine." It isn't a question. You nod anyway. Speaking against his lips. "Yours." You're desperate for him to fill you until you scream.

There is nothing Toji wouldn't do to keep you by his side.

"Toji," you moan, fingers tugging at the strands of his hair until the root stings.

You look so beautiful beneath him. All he wants to do is fuck you until you break, breed you until his cum leaks from your pores.

Toji reaches for your ankle and drags you down to the edge of the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement. All he could do was moan at the sight reviled through the movement. His grasp tightens on you.

"Fuck! No underwear?! Fucking brat! Are you trying to fucking kill me?" fingers dancing along the front of your leg, sliding to the inside of your thighs. And then he pinches. Your eyes flutter, and you part your mouth.

"You like the pain, don't you, Princess?" Toji tilts his head, trying to keep himself from pouncing on you and burying his face in your pussy. "I- I don't know what I like," He laughed softly, hand smoothing over the reddened area from where he pinched you. Of course, you never let anyone touch you before. At least, he hoped so.

It wasn't uncommon for princesses to fuck around, but you were the perfect one.

"We both know you'll take whatever I give you, nevertheless." Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Toji lifts it over his head. "And when you're on the edge of oblivion…" your eyes close when he lays the fabric on them, fingers slipping behind her head to wrap it around your skull until you are blind.

"It's my name that will be screaming from those pretty little lips." He was almost entirely gone by now. The thought of you giving yourself to him, to belong to him, was overwhelming.

You should feel embarrassed, needing a man to claim you. But when he lets go of your hand and for a second, you don't know what's happening until you hear and feel something rip. "Oh!"

The cold air made your nipples harden the second they were exposed, but without warning, you felt Toji's mouth on them- "Toji- ah."

"Do you like how it feels?" he asks, letting go of your Brest with a pop. "I know you do. I bet your pussy is fucking wet for me, begging for something to fill it. Isn't it, my filthy girl?"

"Do you know how badly I've ached to touch you?" he leans down, unable to resist the urge to taste you, leaving kisses along the middle of your belly.

You moan, back arching off the bed as your legs clench together.

Toji forces them back apart within seconds, fingers gripping your inner thigh.

"Keep them open. I want to see your pretty cunt as it swells and begs me to let it come."

You gasp, feeling his lips press a firm kiss against your clit. Toji groans at your taste, ragged and hungry. You feel like your hips quake when he curls his tongue at the entrance of your pussy, dragging it along your folds to collect the slick gathered there before his lips mold around your clit, and he sucks.

"Fuck, Princess." his words are muffled by your pussy as he repeats his earlier motions, and your hips almost vibrate beneath him when he slurps at you shamelessly, tasting everything you give to him.

Your hips are rocking against his warm mouth, legs trembling as he pushes them tighter against your chest, and your hands can only twist in his black roots to try and keep yourself grounded.

"Oh- oh, fuck." you whimper, toes curling and thighs flexing from beneath his palms, but Toji doesn't let you go as he continues to suck at your clit. Your hips tremble with the overwhelming pleasure of him sucking and swirling his tongue along your clit.

You hear him groan as you rock your hips back and forth into his eager mouth, suckling hard at your clit until you're quaking beneath him.

Seeing your pussy practically glistening for him makes his balls tighten and heat coil around his spine. His hand slips from your thigh to your throat, squeezing until he feels your heartbeat.

"Such a good girl." he licks his lips, and his hand on your neck tightens as he lifts you by the throat until our lips are against one another.

"So quiet, princess. What happened to your smart mouth?" your tongue peeks out to swipe across your lips, and he takes the opportunity, sucking it into your mouth and groaning at your taste. He pushes the blindfold from your face, desperate to have your eyes on him, to know he is affecting you the same way you are him.

Because you wreck him. Destroy him from the inside out. He undoes his slacks and steps out of them, cock springing free, hard and angry, drops of cum creating a string of wetness that drips from the tip. You watch him stroke himself, and he loves the sight.

"Do you see what you've done?" He rasps, stepping closer to the end of the bed. "You've made me insane." he moves onto the bed, spreading your legs wider as he crawls into the space between them.

Leaning down until your chests graze, he slaps his cock against your swollen cunt, heat spiking through both of you when he feels your nerves tense and pulse beneath his length.

Thrusting his hips so his cock slides along your folds.

You moan, breasts pressing into him as you arch your back.

Tongue traces along the seam of your lips, and he glances down, watching himself slip in and out over your pretty little pussy, his member's head engorged and purple as the skin pulls back with every thrust.

"I could tease you all night like this." Toji's hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider. "Toji. Please-"

"Are you a virgin, Y/N?" He had a hunch, but he needed to be sure.

"Yes," you whispered. One word and Toji snaps. Packed with the need to be the one who claims you. His hand squeezes his member as he slides it down to your wet slit until it's pressing against your tight little hole.

"And if I were to take you?" Your legs wrap around his hips again, pressing him farther into you. "Then I'm yours to take."

"Fuck!"

Heat shoots through up his core. He presses in, the tip spreading your lips apart until they stretch around him. Toji was going crazy. Losing his mind with the need to thrust. To pump. To fuck.

He slides inside of you, all the way up, eyes rolling back as your tight cunt swallows him whole.

You cry out, legs tightening around his waist. He runs a hand along the top of your hair and over your cheek, cupping your face.

"So fucking perfect." His cock pulses against your walls, your tight hole squeezing him so deliciously.

He leans down to kiss you because he wants to feel your breath against his mouth as he makes you come apart.

"Are you okay?" he whispers against your mouth.

"Yes!" You sinks your teeth into his lip, biting until his skin breaks, his balls draw up so tight a little cum leaks. "Just like that. Ah-" He groans, throwing his head back.

"Harder," you demand. Toji pulls out to the tip again, glancing down to see your wetness coating him, and then he slams right back in. You cry out, fingernails digging into his back as he hisses at the sting.

Your eyes flare, mouth parting on a silent scream. "Does it hurt?" "No," you whisper. "Good." He rose, gripping your legs and lifting them to spread them apart to watch your abused center take his cock.

The sight is incredibly addictive; nothing has ever felt like this. Toji's fingers slip to where you need him most, rubbing until your head thrashes back and forth. You're close. He can feel it in the way your walls tighten around him. Arousal flowing like water.

"Such a filthy girl, drenching my dick like you're my whore." And you explode, arms and legs wrapping around him, chest pressing against him. His hands move to your hips, holding them to him as Toji thrusts into you, chasing his own high as you shatter around him.

"Toji!" you cry again and again. Whimpering as you hold on. He considers coming inside you for just a moment. Everything in him screams to do it.

But, at the last second, he pushes you back onto the bed, slipping out of you. Groaning, he throws his head back, muscles seizing tight. "Tell me you want it." he's desperate to come.

"I want it." There's no hesitation in your tone. "Please." his muscles tense, shaft jerking in his hand. "Paint it on my skin so everyone knows who I belong to." And that's all it takes for him to explode right then and there.

It's decided... Toji will never let you go.

#luna asks #I'm So Not Sorry #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader smut

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Drow Lore 🕷️ Sorn and Nadal, Drider Brothers (part 1)

Yet another deep dive into drow / drider lore - this time inspired by two drider characters from Icewind Dale 2: Sorn and Nadal, formerly sons of a noble house from drow city Rilauven.

As driders, they guard the entrance to one of the Underdark locations and they can be talked to. In fact, Sorn does practically all the talking, often showing wry, somewhat bitter sense of humour. Nadal's change, on the other hand, left him a little less drow than most - he has trouble with articulated speech, as well as with controlling his thirst for blood.

Sorn, when asked about his past, can share his and his brother's story. Scraps of information about their fate can be also picked up from other sources in game, giving them an interesting background - here is my attempt to reconstruct it.

So, if you like (sad) stories about driders... here is the first part:

🕷️ Before Transformation - Sorn and Nadal are brothers and former members of a noble drow house ...which shall remain nameless. They were both sons of the Matron Mother of their family, so their social status was probably quite high, and they had at least two sisters.

They lived in Rilauven. It is a drow city located in the Northdark, below the region of Icewind Dale, somewhere under Dorn’s Deep – the ancient dwarven stronghold.

Rilauven is neither as big, nor as old as Menzoberranzan, but still, it seems to be quite prominent. It has the academy of magic (Sorcere), the academy of martial arts (Melee-Quartha), the society of merchants (Belaessar) and at least several old noble houses, collectively known as Ultrinnan Qu'ellar.

To 1282 DR, Rilauven was a typical Lolth-sworn drow city with matriarchal society. Then the local followers of Vhaeraun conducted a successful and relatively bloodless coup, overthrowing Lolth's matriarchy and altering the local power balance.

The brothers did not participate in these events, though.

🕷️ Wizard and Warrior - Sorn and Nadal - given their station and the abilities they managed to retain after transformation - probably graduated respectively from Rilauvenian Sorcere and Melee-Quartha.

Sorn was most likely a wizard since even as a drider, he is an arcane spellcaster. His name means literally "enchanted" or "spell". Nadal was likely a warrior. His name, possibly reflecting his character, is assembled from prefix Nad- ("cunning", "genius", "mind", "thought") and suffix -al ("lunatic", "maniac", "manic", "rage").

Their mother and sisters apparently deemed them competent enough to entrust them with executing their plans - at least until...

🕷️ Scapegoats - sometime before 1282 DR, the noble house Sorn and Nadal belonged to became ...involved in a botched attack on a rival house. The house they attacked could not identify theirs to retaliate, which was a small mercy, but still, the whole operation was considered a fiasco.

According to Sorn: To cover up their poor tactics, our sisters blamed their failure on the execution of their plans. Naturally, we were responsible for that. Our beloved Matron Mother did not question their judgement and promptly had us transformed.

🕷️ Among Lolth-sworn drow, transformation into a drider is associated with failure and punishment - but apparently, it is also possible to be changed into a drider because of someone else's incompetence and intrigue... especially when you are a male 😔

For more of my drow lore ramblings, feel free to check my pinned post 🕷️

#drider #drow lore #dnd lore #lolth sworn drow #drow #drow culture #dark elves #Icewind Dale 2 #Rilauven #cursed to find a random drow or drider character #and then to whimsically write a whole thesis on them

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the-ninjago-historian · 10 days

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Quick Into The Deep Q and A!

I got a few questions here to answer about Into The Deep! Thanks to @dexter-the-dog for sending these in! And if anyone reading this has any other questions about this fanseason, feel free to send them! I love to hear them! Now, let's get started!

(Question 1: What is the Insectoid Army?)

Great question! I actually made a post on them not to long ago. But some of that information is outdated now. So I'll make this the new reference for them!

The Insectoids are a swarm of bug like warriors that hail from the deepest reaches of Primeval's Eye! Their society is formed similar to ants and bees. There are different classes such as soldiers and workers. Soldiers tend to be more heavily armored, and also have different sub classes, depending on what type of armor or defense adaptions the soldier has. Insectoids are based of many insects. Like praying mantises, rhino beetles, and dragonflies! The Insectoids are ruled by a single queen and they all live together in a hive.

Thousands of years ago, the Insectoids were attacking villages and stealing their crops. Wu and Garmadon were called in to help stop them. Somehow, the brothers managed to trap them in The Amber Tree! (This tree is talked about a bit in the official Ninjago short story Amber Spiral.) The Insectoids became frozen in the tree's sap for thousands of years. They are later awakened by Vangelis. They help aid him in his plot to overthrow Shintaro and become King again. Some notable Insectoid characters you can look forward to are listed here;

Queen Ocellex: The leader of the Insectoids and a blood thirsty conqueror. She is the largest Insectoid and most powerful. Her head sports a large pair of horns, and she has praying mantis like front limbs. While she is bloodthirsty, she cares deeply for her hive. Vangelis promises her territory for her people to take control of, in return for her helping him take over Shintaro.

General Torrlax: Ocellex's highest commanding officer. He is distinguishable from the other Soldier Insectoids by a large scar over the right side of his face, along with a blind eye. He takes his job very seriously, and won't let anything stop him from completing his goals. He will use any means necessary to achieve them. He's very close with his younger brother Mandorax, one of the few people he's actually soft and caring towards.

Mandorax: Torrlax's younger brother and his right hand man. He's much shorter and stockier than Torrlax, and he has huge mandibles. Hence his name. (A mixed up version of the word mandible.) Mandorax is heavily armored and can roll into a ball to crush enemies like a pill bug. He's also not very bright, but Torrlax is convinced he's a military genius! Most of his shows of this intelligence are however, just very perfectly timed coincidences. But it's enough to convince Torrlax! Another interesting trait Mandorax has is that he's uncharacteristically gentle for an Insectoid.

(Question 2: What is Cole's Grandpa's role in this story?)

Cole's Grandpa takes on a few roles! He's a teacher, warrior, and guide through Deep Lands for the team! He also serves as a connection to Lilly for Cole. The two bond over missing her, and learn things about each other and the Earth Tribe through it! Although, Cole's Grandpa hasn't quite delt with his grief of losing Lilly in as healthy a way as Cole. This eventually leads to some brief conflict. (Family angst, my beloved.🤣) He's also the very last chief of the Earth Tribe! So he has that role as well!

(Question 3: Where is the Jaya wedding going to be held?)

This question made me think actually! Initially, I was going to have the whole thing held at the Monastery. I felt like the place was special to everyone and it was the place he proposed. So it seems to fit!

But I think the reception party is going to be held at a new location never seen in the show! A really beautiful beach side event hall and ballroom in Ninjago City! I already know how it will look, but I have yet to name the place. Ideas are welcome!

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And that's it! Hope you all had fun reading! Bye for now!

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Contract Signed

So, I came up with a Beauty and the Beast AU for Spicynoodles but right now, not working on a full fic. I haven't had a lot of time to write because I've been really busy this semester, so I figured I would write the opening as a little warm-up.

Wanna support? Here's my Ko-Fi!

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Once upon a time, there was a wealthy kingdom, ruled by a proud king and queen. The mighty king had surpassed his predecessors and had led the kingdom into a golden age. The beautiful queen had carved her way into society from her status as a banished princess, making sure she and her husband were respected far and wide. They were proud of their accomplishments. Most of all, however, they were proud of their son.

Their son, born on the coldest and longest night of the year, was born with a sharp mind and even sharper tongue. The tutors of the young boy called him a genius and he soon developed a knack for machines. He sometimes missed social cues and sometimes got wrapped up in his own head to the point of being impractical or allowing his temper to get the best of him, but as he grew int a handsome young man, they grew into being charming. It was clear that the prince was the jewel of the kingdom and, on his twentieth birthday, the king and queen threw a massive celebration.

The party was in full swing when a hunched over beggar woman came to one of the royals. Nobody knows what happened next. Some say that the prince, drunk on ego, rudely dismissed the peasant. Some say that the queen, wanting nothing to go wrong for her sweet boy, coldly dismissed the peasant, or the king, wanting nothing to go wrong for his beloved heir, demanded that she leave in a yell that drew everyone’s attention. Whatever happened, whether it was the son or mother or father, the result was the same.

The beggar woman revealed herself to be a powerful enchanter, seeing if the kingdom was worthy of being in an alliance with. However, the rudeness they had been given suggested not.

The prince was cursed to reveal his true hideous nature, becoming a monster. The enchanter ended the insult by explaining that, if someone could truly love the prince as he was, the prince would be cured.

However, his new monstrous form was a source of fear for the kingdom that once respected its prince. Fearing for his safety if he stayed, the king and queen sent their son to a far-off corner of their kingdom. There, in a beautiful manor, he waited to receive the guests that his parents sent, hoping one day that one of them would be able to break his curse.

However, so far, their hopes were weak…

“I thought the payments would be each week?”

“New orders from the king and queen,” the man in front of him huffed. He had introduced himself as General Ironclad, the head of Princess Iron Fan’s guard and the head general of the Demon Bull army. As Qi Xiaotian watched him fold his arms, he had to admit. He showed his experience in the battlefield. “The last girl ran screaming and refused to be bribed back. So, your family will be paid for each day you’re gone.” The general raised a hand to massage his brow. “We were already dealing with the cut down from payment each month.”

Xiaotian glanced back at the contract. The terms were simple, as the poster explaining this job promised. He needed simple.

Recently, Xiaotian’s family had come into some…issues. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but his father, Zhu Pigsy, had broken his arm and back. (Based on the fact that Pigsy refused to explain, he was pretty sure the accident had been an embarrassing one.) The man ran a small inn that provided three square meals to their guests. Unfortunately, with Pigsy’s inability to pick things up, their service was lower quality. That wasn’t great, especially considering that their rival inn was right across the street.

Xiaotian had tried his best to pick up the slack, but he didn’t really know how to cook noodles. Pigsy had only started training him on how to cook, and all he knew was the one family favorite. He did much better checking people in and delivering food across town. Tang, Pigsy’s husband, was trying to help, but he was lazy and had weak ankles.

Long Xiaojiao, Xiaotian’s best friend and a noblewoman, had tried to offer money to hire more people, but Pigsy had refused. He didn’t trust people with his kitchen. Instead, he reduced prices, which was only a small bucket of relief.

They were running low on funds, and fast.

So, Xiaotian had decided to try and find some other part-time work, which had led him to discover the poster about Prince Red.

It was an infamous story by now. Six years had passed since the curse had been cast. Xiaotian himself had assumed it was just a fairy tale with the current royals’ names attached when the news first broke out. Now, however, all he heard about the prince were the twenty-somethings sent to try and break the prince’s curse and running out whenever he scared them off.

They weren’t forced, however. Red himself had apparently kicked out the terrified prisoner sent to him and had sent word to his parents to send him volunteers. They did this by paying volunteers huge amounts. At first, it had been for each year the person went. Now, apparently, it was each day.

The amount was huge.

Enough to give Pigsy and Tang a comfortable nest egg, enough to close the inn for a little while while Pigsy recovered. Just for one day. Xiaotian stared at the contract, willing himself to focus.

He just needed to try for a week, according to the rules. Money would be delivered to your family or a person you trusted- he wrote Pigsy’s name. If you got hurt, the royal family would personally cover your medical bills…

“Hurt?”

“The prince always had a fiery temper,” Ironclad huffed. “And now he has control over flames.” He leaned forward, forcing Xiaotian to meet his eyes. “They learned this because a man broke a clock he was working on. He got so mad, he picked up a pillow and set it on fire before throwing it at him. Poor man’s hands were out of commission for weeks.”

Xiaotian blinked. “...why did he break the clock?” He probably should’ve been more terrified by the fact that the prince could set him on fire, but hey. He always noticed the less important details.

“No idea.” Ironclad leaned back. “You can back out now. No shame in that. The guard will take you home.”

Xiaotian glanced back. Said guard, a guy who had introduced himself as Bob, waved. He managed to wave back before glancing back down. It was tempting. He was an artist. Every morning he would poke his head outside and try to draw the sky as it was in that moment. Pigsy had hung his portrait of him, mid chop, up in their personal quarters. The idea of losing his hands, possibly losing his touch while he recovered, was terrifying.

Equally as terrifying was the idea of the inn being boarded up, Pigsy alone in the rain, watching as his life’s work was taken away…

“I’ll do it.” Before he could think about it some more, Xiaotian wrote down his name on the dotted line. The moment his name was down, paired with his trademark monkey face, he shoved it away. Ironclad raised a brow but nodded, reaching over. His movements were smooth as he rolled up the scroll. “When do I go?”

“It depends. Usually, a person needs a day or so to say goodbye-”

“Can we go now?” How was he supposed to admit that he snuck out of his home, leaving behind a note to say goodbye? Xiaotian stood, reaching over and grabbing his bag. He tried to ignore Ironclad’s questioning look at how small it was. “I said goodbye before I left.”

Ironclad pulled his eyes away from the bag to nod. “Fine. We can go now.”

“Thank you,” Xiaotian stood. “I hope I can help the prince.” Probably not, but hey. It wouldn't hurt to try.

Ironclad didn’t say a word.

#my writing #LMK #LMK AU #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid AU #au #fic #Qi Xiaotian #General Ironclad #Red Son #Spicynoodles #Spicynoodleshipping

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raisedbythetv89 · 10 months

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Seeing all of this transphobic, anti-queer rhetoric, the Kids Online Safety Act - all aimed at silencing and censoring queer people and queerness in general is making me think of the “Gingerbread” episode in season 3 of buffy:

All the moms band together to burn their own children alive for ironically, the sake of “the children” who turn out to not even be real but just an evil demon in disguise. And that is EXACTLY what conservatives do anytime they went to pass something hateful they invoke “it’s for the safety of our children!! HOW can you say no to keeping our children safe???” Always invoking this idea of innocence that must be protected at all cost. Meanwhile the very real children of our country are separated from their parents, have SCHOOL LUNCH DEBT and go hungry, their parents have to leave them with day care staff or nannies to work WAYYYY too soon because parental leave does not exist in the US and most households rely on dual incomes and far worse things that require a trigger warning that if you are paying attention you know all too well what I’m referring to. The US is doing a HORRIFIC job of actually protecting the emotional, physical, and mental well being of children so it’s honestly such a joke and I cannot believe anyone is still falling for the “it’s for the kids” line when they now sell bullet proof backpacks….

That episode aired in January of 1999 for crying out loud.

I know the episode itself it a little hokey but my god I was speechless the first time I saw it because it so perfectly illustrated this mob mentality and fear mongering that can lead parents to do absolutely horrible things to their own children because they’ve been manipulated into believing it’s necessary to protect this concept of innocence from harm and how in the episode it was so easy it was to deem their own children - mostly teen girls - as evil and demonic and in need of being destroyed and how many parents in our world sacrifice the wellbeing of their own children because they have been manipulated by religion or politics to do so, all the while so fervently believing they are in the right and that abusing or disowning your children is the right thing to do for the sake of society as a whole.

The episode uses witchcraft and devil worship as the red herring which was very much what was used at the time in the US and now it has shifted to drag queens, trans people, and queer culture in general as this bogeyman type thing out to get your kids so you better get them before they get you! It is so transparent and literally such fucking bullshit it is so frustrating to see so many people still fall for this tactic that has been used literally forever to mobilize people into hating each other so the people in power can stay there.

And of course my beloved Jane was one of the writers for this ep. I fucking love her with my whole heart she is an absolute genius who just gets it and this is why such a campy supernatural show has such longevity, the themes of the episodes are timeless and were often so ahead of it’s time when it first aired.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs season 3 #jane espenson I love you #btvs meta

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scaredpigeons · 1 year

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Reincarnation Theory; an attempted breakdown on Alhaitham and Kavehs relationship that will never come to fruition because Hoyoverse are cowards— by Pidge.

When I finally got my hands on Alhaitham, I was ecstatic. Not only because damn, I finally get to play as this hunky, genius know-it-all pretty boy who would surely never give me the time of day if we were in the same room, but because attaining his character in game gave me first class tickets to learning more about him.

Up until his release as a playable character, we didn’t really know much about Alhaitham. He seemed cocky and aloof, sure of himself and had the knowledge to back up those attributes. It was honestly a little frustrating to see a character who acted so much like one you’d want to hate, but you simply just…. Couldn’t. Because seriously…? He’s not wrong. Dig a little deeper, and a lot of players found his actions and personality type to be extremely autism coded, and honestly refreshing for a lot of neurodivergent players like myself, so used to never seeing “undesirable” personality traits in characters who are designed with the intention for you to love them.

Working on building up Alhaitham to be my main Dps was entertaining, and in doing so I ventured more into the desert, learning more and more about the mysterious King Deshret and his seemingly abandoned society.

The symbolism found within ruins and relics had me jumping to conclusions so quickly. Rushing to message my best friend and fellow genshin impact enthusiast, Kier, to tell them of my theory.

Alhaitham has to be a reincarnation of king deshret! There’s so much symbolic mirroring in his design, his constellation, everything! Even if he isn’t, he has to have something to do with this ancient society, I mean c’mon, look at him.

And Kier, ever the seemingly nihilistic critical thinker brushed me off.

I’ve not payed much attention to the desert lore so far, they’d said. It’s sort of boring and white washed, and I’m focusing on the archon quest line right now. But whatever you say, kiddo.

Of course being in the throes of a questline involving the dendro archon herself, and the questionable nature of the beloved scaramouche becoming a playable character, (I could write a whole essay on the problems of that story’s narrative alone, but I shall save that for another day) was enough to distract me from this thought process, but then he arrived.

Alhaitham’s story quest caused every cyno x haitham shipper to do a collective and dramatic record scratch, because who was this stunning blond bombshell and why is he so hot despite nagging at our boy?

Kaveh stole my heart immediately. One look at that little open back panel on his shirt and I was done for. And as the drip marketing started, and the leaks were sucked up the fans straws like a sugary drink on a hot summers day, I went digging.

Alhaitham has multiple voice lines dedicated to his flamboyant roommate, and several that mention him in passing. They have matching animations for when they are standing idle in game. Their signature dishes mimic foods from each others referenced cultures, even items within their Teapot gift sets are representative of each other in some way. For a game that so seemingly discourages relationships between adult playable characters (in favour of keeping an open ended relationship with the beloved traveller of course,) these two are seemingly more connected to each other than any two characters we’ve seen before.

So with my theory that Alhaitham is a reincarnation of King Deshret, that would make Kaveh the goddess of flowers, yeah?

That was my initial thought too, until I looked deeper and found the mirrors.

Mirror symbolism is extremely important to Alhaithams character. He is literally named after a prolific contributor to our understanding of vision, optics and light— Al-Hasan Ibn al-Haytham, born around a thousand years ago in present day Iraq. Alhaithams elemental skill and burst involve mirrors of dendro energy, which fly off and bounce off of each other when his burst is activated, much alike to how light bounces off a mirror.

Alhaithams character story lines mention that despite their seemingly tedious relationship, he really respects Kaveh and his intellect. Kaveh helps Alhaitham to look outside of his comfort zone, and Alhaitham helps keep Kaveh’s feet on the ground. He says they are excellent mirrors of one another, and takes their relationship as an opportunity to observe and learn things that he never might have without him.

Here’s where my blatant romanticism comes out to play. What if Kaveh is not the goddess of flowers, but the reincarnation of King Deshret himself? What if the two deities wanted to be reincarnated as perfect mirrors of one another, while still retaining qualities the other loved so dearly?

KD was very clearly an architect himself, the ruins and buildings of the desert are no small feat, which is what drew me to the idea that perhaps Kaveh is the king. Kaveh is an extremely skilled architect, literally known as the ‘light’ of his darshan. KD naturally would retain that love and devotion for aesthetics in design. But he loved the goddess of flowers, so why not reincarnate as someone she might love? Someone thoughtful and emotional, someone who cares, someone beautiful and full of life.

The goddess of flowers loved KD as well, for his undying will in his search for truth, for his strength, intelligence and ability to lead. Hell, she sacrificed herself just so he could get closer to his goal. But of course, she’d not be able to be rid of some of that care-free nature, that free will that lead her followers to love her so, hence her reincarnation into someone that Deshret would have loved, a person who dedicates their entire being to the truth, to the pursuit of knowledge, even if that means seeming self absorbed in the eyes of others (when in reality he’s only going to put effort into what is interesting to him, such is his own use of that free will.)

The GoF still roams the sands for her love, even though she’s not a fan of the sands that destroyed her in the first place, (Alhaithams ascension materials are found deep within desert caverns, “*tsk* there’s sand in my shoes”

And the mourning king still searches for his flowers that represent the love he lost so long ago. (KAVEHS ASCENSION MATS ARE MOURNING FLOWERS????)

Of course, this theory may change and grow as we learn more about Kaveh, as at the time i am writing this, he is still locked away in Hoyo’s basement. But rest assured, as soon as i get my hands on him i will take another deep dive into the lore behind these two morons, and we can further discover how connected they really are.

#alhaitham #genshin impact alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #kavetham #kavetham theories #genshin imapct #genshin #king deshret #goddess of flowers

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aventurine-official · 29 days

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Oh! Hello. You’re a friend of Dr. Ratio’s, right? I don’t think I’ve ever met him, but Screwy certainly has a lot to say about him, and any friend of rubber ducks is a friend of mine.

Uh… sorry if I’m bothering you. I’m just told I have to reach out to people more.

-🍉

//if you can identify which technically-canon character this is i love you.

A friend?

*Aventurine laughs at the stranger's statement.* Oh, we are but business partners... that seems to be all Veritas desires when it comes to associating himself with me~

It isn't a bother, friend~! I am quite fond of meeting new people.

*The gambler extends a gloved hand towards the other.* Aventurine of Stratagems, one of the Interastral Peace Corporation's beloved Stonehearts, at your service! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance~

(Ooc: "Screwy?" So Screwllum. Genius Society member... Oh my gosh. OH MY GOD... Wait is it Stephen Lloyd?!?!?! Best npc omg I'm probably wrong dgkskagkgasdgak ~ Mod Minie)

#trump card 🃏#want to make a bet? 🪙#king of diamonds ♦️#watermelon anon 🍉#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr aventurine #aventurine #hsr rp #honkai star rail rp #aventurine honkai star rail

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turtleneck-crowley · 1 month

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Wake up babes of the GO fandom turtleneck-crowley just dropped their most recent Magnus Opus🥰🥰🥰

Hey guys I am a eccentric genius artist of the century whose works will probably only be appreciated post mortem (self-diagnosed)

Im also very certain you would all blorbos me if I were a fictional character but alas I am a boring meat package that got birthed out of an afab physiology and thus a sack of mouldy potatoes might have been a more interesting source writing this post. (Pure hubris, part irrational resentment that you are all quite familiar with *cheeky hot wink*)

I happen to own a get out of jail free card called catch 22 which is crafted out of part sarcasm, part idgasinglefgtfoofmyfacei180dmycringethroughyearsofpainandselfrelctionthatim toocoolforyounow public image

(if you actually read that you deserve, well nothing actually except perhaps my condolences and a consensual pat on the back that implies my unlicensed diagnosis that you are in fact, not dyslexic)

Anyhow cracking on back to the sentence *sighs and rolls eyes with you*

(-I mean in the streets, not with you guys, here im babygirl with half a brain cell/true form), part wholesome idiocy, years of experience in masking, part looking presentable, part knowing how society and science and art works and trying to be in tact with my own sense of humanity as much as possible -at least to the point where I’m not breaking any humanitarian law…

And yes bitch the whole eccentric genius /madly passionate or passionately mad paradox catch 22 license holder is you af - want a gold star? ⭐️ (crowley ref) (affectionate banter)

Fact is tumblrinas like to heighten and balance their EQ and IQ agreed?

I’m hyper aware that you guys are smart enough to assess me as going through a manic phase that is on the verge of psychotic-having observed hints of madness in my recent posts deducing via your own experiences that I have gone through a strict diet of coffee, whiskey, smut that Neil Gaiman himself would tear his locks and Sir Terry Pratchett would roll in his grave, finished off with a nice slice of Hozier songs as dessert

(that’s on top of of a yet to be discovered food chain which I call the Antichrist diet footnote: please credit me after I die before my Tesla gets Edisoned

‘Tis actually a great alternative way to invoke a psychedelic experience in substitute of the more expensive and questionably unlawful way that is smoking crack *disclaimer not recommended for the faint hearted or those self-diagnosed as mentally stable)

You are perfectly correct! Here’s another gold star!!! ⭐️

In fact I am currently being yelled by my parents to come downstairs because I need to be dropped off to the asylum while I’m trying to actually do something that gives me joy (Joan of Arc eat your heart out) and I assure you I have eyes and witness my very legs , naked and hairy (and did I mention Im only wearing a slutty black bra and skirt that I wore as a swimming suit AND a pajama and now my back to the looney bin outfit?) leaving a perfectly good soup with baguettes as evidenced here

However, I would like to UNO reverse such a caring notion by giving you a purple heart 💜

and divert you with a fun little clip that displays our para social relationship that I am hoping has deepened through my superficial charm to portray our rendezvous as warm and familiar and human as our beloved Mr. Holmes and Doctor Watson:

No worries, Watson also came with the conslusion that the person he’s engaged with (more like to amiright- not us i mean, them, that’s where the analogy is cut off back into our real identities) is “not human”

Anyhow it might not be your cup of tea but at least hold the mug for a few minutes it’s worth it

Head fic: Gods of Sex and Idiocy

(If anything please see it as a game where we can title it better cause I’m shit at naming things - I call one of my plants Joe)

Hey Good Omens fandom

With the note of:

“who needs sane when you have creative”

-turtleneck-crowley

I have made a meta season 3 in my head and the stars have even sent me a playlist ??? (It’s the only one that seems to be downloaded on my wifi less phone)

Here’s the link:

Check out some of my latest posts

It’s really immersive and otherworldly

Down the rabbit hole and through the mirror you go 🐇🎩🪄

And what if season 1 is the ace route and season 2 is the sexual route so season 3 might be an aro route to defeating the enemy?

Ngk idk idc idgaf

I’m just like phone rn

(side note: why do I have the infinite capacity of taking pains (Sherlock reference) for being a mad artist instead of working on the next big physics formula answer? Good question: I’m actually just an emotional idiot aka sexy trash ✨ that’s addicted to blogging and I wouldn’t trade it for any other praise worthy status in the world 💜)

Honestly guys I sound like a sociopath but I’m really just very pained and fucked royally by circumstance that is too dramatic and gay for anyone except the loonies on tumblr to understand. I’m so disappointed by all this unjust pain and agony of the world- the children, the animals, the environment, the people that I have conditioned myself to display an eloquence so pungent it seems like I’m a cold manipulator. For if I ever showed myself for who I was to them- the judgers, the perverted, the scheming, I would surely be dead either by my own or someone else’s hands. Maybe I’m God and they just like tumblr and good omens and want to eat crepes in peace with the personality they split into 2 -preferably in Paris. Maybe they have been placed all the blame by the enemy and they are powerless to the human condition as you all are by an unknown enemy and is fated to be tortured in anxiety and pain invisible to all and the only infinite power they have is love that bleeds.

But I’ll give you and I both the peace of mind that I am an in fact just a mentally ill human whose life span is between the zones of expiration and fermentation, with a god complex, whom their closest people will never truly know how to care no matter how much they try- and in fact the more they try to help me the more they leave me in my original state- alone.

I leave you (no I’m not killing myself you idiot I’m going to the mental hospital to be molested by nightmares of demons - I literally experience it everyday- as they force me to take my sleeping pills which sinks me deeper into it-oh wait that’s kind of worse lmao) with this favorite piece of classical music of mine

Stay safe yall I love you

#good omens #crowley #good omens fandom #Spotify #aziraphale #good omens headcanons #catch 22 #my only talent is lying (aka calling madness creativity and convincing people I’m intelligent and attractive)

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IT'S HERE AT LAST @arcvmonth AU DAY YEAHHHH never mind that this post is late

I managed to stuff 10 AUs into this bad boy, so this is a image AND text heavy post, be warned! (I genuinely hope you enjoy the ride)

Not arranged in any particular order, and hyperlinks lead to doodles I've posted on Twitter unless stated otherwise!

(CW: imagery of drug use in the first one and mentions of violence in another)

1. Triad AU

It's the 1800s and everybody* does crimes! (*Not everyone)

Raised in the Fusion Society from an early age, Serena has always had mixed feelings about the child trafficking that her foster father's involved in. One day, she comes across a red-haired street performer that brings dazzling smiles of unbridled joy to children and decides to cut ties with her current life. As she eludes the men sent to retrieve her, she runs into who but the leader of a rival organisation, the Lancers!

This holds the distinction of being the only au that I didn't include pawn in some way or another because I can't figure out where to fit Yugo in (probably why my interest in it has somewhat fizzled out already lmao)

I wrote a short ~500 words fic of Serena announcing her departure to Dennis, Sora, and Yuri (conceptually the latter perpetually seethes about her audacity throughout the length of this au because that's funny)

2. Vampire Knight AU

Vampires and humans learning to co-exist in a boarding school is a genius set-up, thank you Hino Matsuri for giving me undying brainrot (pun intended) through creating this (albeit cursed) manga

Turned into a vampire against his will during a brutal massacre, Yugo curses his fate to be a blood-sucking monster every waking hour. And if his life didn't suck hard enough already, he's also forced to partner with (be the research subject of) a human with a set of morals worse than the most depraved vampire he's ever met. At least that lessens his guilt about drinking blood, because if anyone deserves to be a juice box, it's that smug purple-headed bastard! Life at the academy revolves around humans attending Day classes and vampires attending Night classes, but Yugo begs the headmaster to allow him some semblance of normalcy (denial) by letting him attend the Day Class, in which he dozes off often. Luckily, his roommate, Yuto, is there to poke him awake just enough times for him to pass his classes. Like his cousin Yuri, Yuto is also paired with a vampire through the latter's term in the academy. As one of the last surviving pure-bloods in the world, Yuya is uncomfortably used to his fellow vampires looking at him with undiluted reverence while fending off dubious intentions. The two quickly form a close relationship, a stark contrast to the other two boys that they share a house with.

I'm still deciding between having Yuri and Yuya being seatmates or not because both have their pros and cons (Also Yoko is a human, but is also the Night Class teacher; Yuya takes a liking to her pretty quickly)

Yuto, Shun, and Kaito are part of the school's Disciplinary Squad made out of vampire hunters-in training that patrol the grounds after dusk (to make sure their vampiric classmates aren't running around charming guileless humans into being supper) and Yuri, of course, despite being human has asked his beloved Papa for permission to attend Night Class in order to observe his research subjects in their natural habitat! (He unnerves everyone, but they don't disturb him because the last time someone tried they learnt first-hand that he has an taser whip to protect himself)

3. OCG AU

I've recently posted (how recent is recent?) a compilation post of doodles for this AU then I realised I never talked about the plot so

Childhood friends Yuto, Shun, and Ruri are training hard to join the elite ranks of the Dogmatikan Order. When Ruri doesn't return from her Ascension ceremony, the two defy sect rules to search for her. Yuto comes across a mysterious red-headed boy incarcerated within the inner confines of the Order's keep and...

I know it doesn't look like it but pawn is more of a background ship in this story, counterpart and swift take center stage (because Yuto and Rin are the main characters to me)

When I cooked this up in 2021, I was so desperate to escape from my schoolwork that I ended up making an 15+ chapter outline, here's an excerpt

(Just kidding I do have half a prologue and one chapter written out, one day I'll revisit this for sure)

Oh also, Yuri and Yuya are twins separated at birth

4. Exorcist AU

This one is the multi-series AU, because everyone has one, right!

This started as my 2022 Halloween pawn piece and then over a five-hour midnight bus ride at midnight two months later I decided to make a bad decision that led me to dozing off while queuing up in a theme park in the middle of the afternoon

(Yuto's design is so horribly outdated but I haven't digitalised his new one yet sorry, also shark and kaito heads are by @2-ennn)

In a world ravaged by demons, Yugo has spent his entire life on the tiny island he's called home learning the ropes of exorcism. His life is shaken up when he's assigned to show a visitor around, an exorcist from the mainland with a devilish smile that raises his hackles. He finally drops his suspicions and guard when Joeri sustains injuries protecting him from a demonic attack, and the two become closer... (They even have cute fluffy dates) Well, only until Joeri reveals that it was all staged and that he's a demon (and that his name is actually Yuri) before making off with the church's most prized weapon/artifact/thing/sorry I haven't really decided yet

If you saw my tweet from last year complaining about how I have to write 7 chapters first before I can write about my otp kissing I was referring to this au (joke's on my past self because I skipped ahead to write it anyway)

Yubel, Placido, and IV are the respective leaders of the three factions, but the island that Yugo (and Rin) grew up on is managed by Sherry because man am I hungry for Sherry Yugo sibling-like interactions

I love this AU, but writer's block crashes down like a brick (I've attempted to rewrite Chapter 1 more than two times and I'm still pulling my hair out because I need it to be Perfect)

5. DGS AU

What's up Ace Attorney fans, do I have a fangame in the works for you! It's based on The Great Ace Attorney/Daigyakuten Saiban, but there's no spoilers for it if you haven't played it

I can't talk too much about the plot since I do want to make a playable version one day but I will say that the first trial is defending Yugo from a murder charge (lol)

It's also one of the rare AUs where there's barely any explicit romance(?), only murder and mystery here! (you bet I'm going to write so many allusions for my favourite ships though winky face)

I started writing trial scripts for this but then I got really overwhelmed when looking for a good AA game maker so if anyone has recommendations please send them my way (Ideally they'd have the DGS UI...)

6. Casino AU

The Yuboys are dealers in a casino, and maybe it's a fun goofy little vn (it's a vn)

I have a whole thread on twitter for this one for the drawings i've made, but I'll post some on here so I can ramble a little

It started out as a concept for gacha cards, but then became its own monster (that's currently slumbering)

Originally Reiji was the owner of the casino, but I'm trying my best to include Ray and Zarc more into my aus when I can because I just want more excuses to write/draw my trophy wife (zarc)

this drawing is so old but clutches head i love u4 so much rrrrrrr

I wanted to make little acrylic standees back then (honestly still do a little)

Speaking of little acrylic standees...

7. Rune Factory AU

This one is roughly based on Rune Factory 5, but all you need to know is... nothing, actually; I can't even reference the plot because I've barely played the game myself lol but i just really wanted fantasy farming yuboys

(and then none of the characters ended up being vegetable farmers, even outside of the yuboys)

Harvest Moon/Rune Factory is a game where you live on a farm and eventually maybe marry someone, so one day when I've done all of the full body sprites (pauses and looks to the horizon) I want to make a uquiz that tells you who your destined Bachelor/ette is

It'd be one of the AUs without any 'canon' ships but Ray and Zarc's backstories are kinda tied together so... yup anyway here's a list of things that are true in this AU:

yuya zarc siblings and zarc is a mean older brother

i was going to make zarc the cool mysterious guy that you rarely see but gap moe is one hell of a drug

yuzu and her dad own the grocery store, yuya helms the local inn with yoko, who manages the baths within, zarc opens his diner for business when he feels like it (he's actually so good at cooking), yugo and rin are a blacksmith/carpenter duo, kurosakis have a bakery, though ruri spends her time playing detective, yuto runs the local clinic and sawatari is the town mascot

every monday night, a mysterious phantom thief with orange hair stalks the streets!

the squad that reiji captains serves to fix problems like monster infestations, but they usually have a lot of free time on their hands (well, not reiji) so yuri is constantly annoying yugo and yuto for fun and serena spends her time befriending the girls

ray only returns to town and opens up her flower shop when you defeat the 2nd boss and yuri can be found loitering there often, ray is the only person that makes him remotely uncomfortable

i was going to make yuto the 'protagonist' with amnesia (it's a RF thing) but then i was told he'd be funnier as a doctor (and now I can also give him glasses)

8. Gunvolt AU

Azure Striker Gunvolt is a fast-paced 2D action sidescr-- okay you know what, all you have to know is that the yuboys are villains belonging to a mega corporation that aims to control society through the power of virtual idols and music (yes, this is a real plot point from the original work) and Serena storms their hideout to kick their asses in order to truly free Yuzu (who escaped and was found unconscious in an alley by her now gf) from their clutches

Yuuri: Well, well. Maybe today won't be boring, after all. Serena: Is… Is he in a straitjacket? Yuuri: I'd really appreciate it if you didn’t talk about me like that to my face, thank you. Serena: If I did, would you move out of the way? Yuuri: If I did, would you free me of these restraints? Rin: That doesn’t seem to be the wisest thing to do. Serena: Yeah. Dream on. Yuuri: Then we only have one choice left, don’t we?

(Yeah I put him in a straitjacket)

The grey numbers are for the design notes I wrote alongside when drawing this, here's a pastebin! (It's not required reading, but I would deeply appreciate it if you checked my rambling out)

Reiji is the final boss for some light AkaSere, but I'm still figuring out his character (and everyone elses', tbh)

The main fun of this AU for me was definitely making parodies of the skill cut-ins! (Yuri's one is due for a remake... I also really need to get around to finishing Yuto and start on Yugo's to complete the set)

Yuya's second one is for when you beat his first form and he uses his last resort to merge with the other three or something (His pose and cape is a nod to Astrograph!)

9. Obelisk Force AU

Okay, before you continue, go and get this song playing in the background first (I will give you a cookie if you read the lyrics too)

Okay, let's go! (with the energy of an excited tour guide)

It'd be an absolute understatement to say I love the concept of Obelisk Force Yugo; one time I made a 10-minute TED talk trying to pick apart why I liked it so much, but back then I still didn't have a good grasp of what my ideal ObeFo Yugo/Pawn was... Until I came across that song on Spotify and asked a friend for help on brainstorming (lost if u see this HI) and the rest, as they say, was history

Yugo is picked up (kidnapped) by Academia at an early age (think like, 5-6) after they witness his duelling skills (Leo really needs LOTS of child soldiers)

they erase his memories then for better assimilation into the academy, though he still retains a sense of stubborn individuality

he's constantly bullied by the other students for being an orphan from the Synchro Dimension, and he gets into fights often

eventually, Leo orders Yuri to take care of the matter (children will be children, but Academia MUST have order)

when Yuri approaches Yugo, he's just finished throwing hands against yet another crowd of students

Yuri attempts diplomacy, even challenging him to a duel, but Yugo is exhausted from his earlier fight and turns him down brusquely, stalking back to his room

Yuri attempts to block his way and gets shoved aside, falling to the ground and cracking his duel disk

he snaps, as the duel disk had been a gift from the professor, and how dare you?

he's beating Yugo half to death when a lightbulb goes off in his head

he proposes to Yugo to personally take charge of his education because he is so gracious and charitable and it's the least he could do for someone who shares his face

Yugo, of course, is completely dumbfounded but faints from a combination of blood loss and fatigue before he can reply no

when Yugo has recovered, Yuri pops the question again, and the two decide to settle the matter through a duel

Yugo loses (duh)

time flies as Yuri teaches Yugo how to stop students from coming back for revenge, among other things (it also helps that the other students are already creeped out by him) and significantly raises his quality of life at Academia which Yugo is thankful for

time skip! Yugo successfully joins the Obelisk Force and promptly unbuttons the jacket instantly (it's a tight fit, okay)

Yugo can feel his serpentine gaze drill into him from where Yuri sits cross-legged on a chair a distance away, his chin cradled thoughtfully in one hand. He waits for a comment, but nothing but silence comes. Finally, he mutters, "What, you're not going to scold me for desecrating the uniform?" A wide smile crinkles Yuri's face. "Not just your wardrobe, but even your vocabulary's upgraded, hm?" Before Yugo can form a retort, he goes on, "Actually, I think I like it." His chair barely makes a sound, muffled by the carpet as he stands up and makes his way across the room. The footsteps stop when teal and magenta are inches away. Lightly, he fingers the lapel of Yugo's new jacket as he rakes a half-lidded gaze from head-to-toe. "It makes you stand out from the others in the Force. And that's fitting. After all..." "You're not the Professor's. You're mine."

One day, Yuri and/or Yugo are sent to capture... Rin! Her picture gives Yugo a sense of deja vu, but he doesn't understand why...

Yugo's memories come back in a flood when he makes eye contact with his old childhood friend that he hasn't seen in almost a decade

The capture is successful, and back at Academia Yugo begs the Professor for the authority to be in charge of her incarceration (In trying to mold Yugo into his shadow, Yuri has unknowingly created a competitor for the Professor's acknowledgement)

Before the Professor can respond, a girl of Yugo's age steps into the room to report to the Professor as a fresh recruit

Leo introduces a brainwashed yandere Ruri as Rin's appointed jailer

Yeah that's right I managed to fit apple and swift in here thumbs up emoji

Anyway it's now a romantic comedy with a love triangle (it's not)

10. Hades AU

No deep thoughts nor any plans for this one it was more of a costume design exercise but I'm including it here because I still like them quite a bit

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If you've actually made it this far, I don't know what to say... thank you!

If you'd like to see more of any of these (including some of the ones that I didn't manage to include but might have posted before like the Alice in Wonderland one, or the Dark Signer one, or the university one, or the Yuri half-turns into a Starve Venom dragon boy one, or the the Monster Hunter one (less of an AU and just a hey they are gaming), or the Z-arc suddenly has four toddlers and they are the yus and he has to juggle parenting and pro-duelling one, and whichever ones I might have forgotten, my ask box is open!! Again, thanks for reading!

#arcvmonth #arcvmonth2023 #arc-v #yugioh arc v #yugioh arc-v #would you believe i hit the 30 image limit on this because i did grrrr #i was going to make a rating for pawn/yugo angst/yuri abnormality but it was already wordy enough #i actually have a chart version of it but!!! the 30 image limit!!!!#god no way am i tagging the characters im gonna just tag the aus #obelisk force au #rune factory au #gunvolt au #dgs au #exorcist au #i really need a better name for that one #ocg au #vampire knight au #pawnshipping #swiftshipping

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