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ofbreathandflame · 8 months

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and also just to add one thing my last point:

i think the toxic canon thing really forms a basis for the foundational problems of the series - narrative. its one of the reasons i believe feyre often gets dubbed an 'unreliable narrator.

because in theory - feyre is not made purposely to be unreliable. honestly - the problem is that the story makes feyre's thoughts declarative for the series as whole. feyre tells us one thing, and the story shows us another.

for example: when the story tells us 'tamlin didn't fight for me,' - its implying that tamlin has the tools to do so. bc the story establishes an entirely difference scenario. we learn that (1) amarantha is madly obsessed with tamlin, so she keeps him next to her every night and (2) tamlin doesn't really have skills to navigate utm. what im saying is - feyre says these things about tamlin which are dubbed 'canon' but they don't actually reflect the reality of the situation. the story gives us to no solutions as to how tamlin could have actually helped feyre under the mountain. and i should also add that feyre couldnt have left ANYWAY -- she made a bargain. had she not did her part, the trials, her life would have just been forfeit.

and then on the flip side - we get told that rhys had to bring feyre to those parties and drug her so would forget (which is dubbed canon) but the reality of the scenario doesn't reflect that. rhysand never had to make feyre dance or embarrass her infront of everybody.

why? let's look at the established information:

rhysand disables the guards through his daemati abilities, so feyre is safe in her cell:

“No more household chores, no more tasks,” he said, his voice an erotic caress. Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull, their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackened. “Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell, and don’t touch her. If you do, you’re to take your own daggers and gut yourselves. Understood?”Dazed, numb nods, then they blinked and straightened. I hid my trembling. Glamour, mind control—whatever it was he had done, it worked. They beckoned—but didn’t dare touch me. Rhysand smiled at me. “You’re welcome,” he purred as I walked out.”

2. feyre is given a hot meal in her cell everyday - which again, establishes her cell as a relatively safe place:

“From that point on, each morning and evening, a fresh, hot meal appeared in my cell. I gobbled it down but cursed Rhysand’s name anyway. Stuck in the cell, I had nothing to do but ponder Amarantha’s riddle—usually only to wind up with a pounding headache. I recited it again and again and again, but to no avail.”

and even after she has to dance every night, this does not change:

“I awoke ill and exhausted each morning, and though Rhysand’s order to the guards had indeed held, the nightly activities left me thoroughly drained.”

so - the whole point of taking feyre out of cell is instantly negated, as her cell was never a place of torture. if anything - the only person actually making her cell a place of horror was rhysand. when he drugs her, she becomes so sick that she can't keep the food down; he leaves her essentially naked in her cell, so she's cold and shivering, and her leaves her so exhausted that she can't even think about the solving the riddle.

3. nuala and cerridwen have the ability to walk through walls and actually usher feyre through utm without ever being seen or caught:

“a tapestry that hadn’t been there a moment before falling over us, the shadows deepening, solidifying. I had a feeling that if someone pulled back that tapestry, they would see only darkness and stone.”

so when we get this line in maf:

“So we endured it. I made you dress like that so Amarantha wouldn’t suspect, and made you drink the wine so you would not remember the nightly horrors in that mountain.”

or his explanation in tar:

“Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.” I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. “Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?” “Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow,”

none it actually make sense. we are offered several solutions to how rhys could have respectively helped feyre without sexually assaulting her. like for (1) if he wanted her to forget, he could have given her the wine in her cell (2) he didn't have to bring feyre to those parties. amarantha doesn't even remember feyre is there until rhys brings her, and she never finds out about the food or the guards. (3) nuala and cerridwen can actually walk through walls and veil feyre, so whose to say they couldn't have sneaked feyre from utm (4) rhys can mindspeak which means he could have always just talked to feyre without visiting her cell. (3) his plan of 'making tamlin angry makes no sense as the book already established that amarantha was warded against physical attacks, hence why it makes no sense for the story to demonize tamlin for not fighting back as there's no established canon way he could have. it also makes rhysand's display of fighting amarantha pretty much pointless as if he could have just killed her, he would have just done it earlier. its also why i don't forgive the kiss bc the only valid motivation was rhysand's jealousy which literally is why i can never forgive the kiss. he (and tam) put her in the situation by bringing her there in the first place and putting the paint all over her body (and he literally prove that he could altered the paint at any time so it served no benefit but to dehumanize feyre.

soooooo that's what i mean when i say people take canon without factoring into the story as a whole. if the story doesn't actually have things that back up declarative 'canon' statements, its not useful.

#anti sjm #anti rhysand #anti sjm: feyre archeron #anti feysand #tamlin #anti acotar #anti acomaf #canon discourse #anti feyre

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sillymercury · 2 months

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Stolen Lullabies

Summary: When the boys return home barely alive they find themselves struggling to explain their actions to the rest of the inner circle. With a strange woman pulled through time and space and brought into their home, the women don’t respond to well the carelessness displayed.

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Part i (New York ver.)

Part i (Prythian ver.)

Part ii

When the boys arrived in Velaris daybreak was threatening the sky, peach dancing across the horizon where the sun was sure to make an appearance. The city was still and quiet as most of its residents were still safely tucked into their homes. Velarias’ luck had held out as it was far from the war, its streets were still safe but the people were different. Many of the sheltered citizens had put down their comforting tools and picked up weapons to join the war efforts. They belived in their high lords mission and showed immense bravery by leaving their safety blanket and moving often far away to train so they could properly fight. It was both heartwarming and gut wrenching, the way they would fight for whats right but also the fact that they had to.

Cassian landed in front of the river house with a thud as Azriel landed much quiter but still rough. The men were exhausted, they had been working all day, training people who were never meant to be warriors and up all night struggling through their hail mary mission. Rhys was conscious again after passing out most of the flight, Cass set him on his feet gently and Rhys kept his arm around his shoulder needing the support. “Take her to the spare room Az, I want to break the news before everyone meets her,” Az just nodded at his brother before taking flight again to the back of the house.

Rhys and Cassian hobbled to the front door, Rhys’ magic had been returning at a snails pace; the little bit that had returned was focused on restoring his missing life force. The second the boys pushed through the door the sound multiple footsteps rushed towards them. They were faced with all of the women in their life, some were shocked, a few angry, and one had the blotchy redness that comes with a long session of tears.

Feyre’s eyes took in Rhys’ mangle state and a string of praises and curses left her lips as she rushed to him, he pushed himself out of his brothers arms and fell into his mates. The pair held on tight as they both let tears fall freely, “Oh gods, oh gods! I was so worried. The bond, it was shaking, and I- I couldnt feel you. It was like a gaping hole where you were supposed to be,” Feyre choked against her mates chest as she squeezed tighter, afraid he would slip away if she let go.

Cassian silently made his way to to an earily still Nesta. Reconizing her upset demeanor as worry, he pulled her into his body. Her hands splayed across his chest as she closed her eyes, breathing in his scent was the only way to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry,” Rhys whispered into Feyre’s hair as his sobs choked him. Being in his mates arms had given him a blast of energy and he used all of it to hold her tight. “I’m okay, I'm here. You cant get rid of me that easily.” Feyre shook her head in his chest at his pathetic attempt at a joke.

“Glad to see your okay enough to make jokes but where the hell have you been?” Armens voice was laced with the anger she was fighting to keep at bay. She had already lost someone and having spent the night pacing the floor, worried it was happening again. The only way she knew deal with that fear was to place it behind a wall of fury.

“And what the hell happened to you?” Morrigan spoke as well, finally getting over her shock as she examined her family in front of her. Morrigans words had barely made their way out of her mouth before Amren was speaking again.

“Running off, somewhere dangerous, by yourselves. Impudent males. Do you have any idea how-” she cut herself off and her short hair shook as she harshly turned her head to the side. How worried we’ve been was what she wanted to say, she stopped herself as all of the pain and fear that had been strangling her for the past few weaks wrapped its wretched hands around her throat, again.

Rhys went to speak but he was cut off by a soft voice, “Where is Azriel?” It was Elain, she was positioned behind the rest of the females clutching the part of her dress that covered her heart. Her wide eyes bounced between Cass and Rhys, the rest of the group stood expectantly. Feyre and Nesta both pulled away from their mates as they waited for an answer.

Rhys and Cassian had shared a glace and silent words were spoken between the two, should you lie or should I? Elain observed the interaction and her gut wrenched with worry, a soft “No,” leaving her lips as she began to shake her head blinking quickly as her eyes flooded with silver..

Cassian had lost the battle waged behind their eyes and he opened his mouth, ready to let the first thing that popped into his mouth fall out when Az pushed through the front door like the sly devil he was.

He had flown to the back of the house and landed on Rhys and Feyres balcony knowing they kept it unlocked until they both were in bed asleep. He moved silently through the house listening to the commotion downstairs as he made his way through the halls, the empty room was at the end just past Nyx’s nursery. Pushing in he didnt light the room, just padded towards the bed. He pulled back the plush comforter before laying the girl down gently. Bent over, he slid off her boots as carefully as he could, he realized that her big jacket probably wouldnt be comfortable to wake up in he decided to take that off of her too.

He sat the girl upright, leaning her forehead against his shoulder as he slid her jacket down. Azriel hands slid over her smooth skin that had stayed warm due to their proximity and he silently prayed she wouldnt wake up as this would not only be incredible awkward but hard to explain. With her jacket off he cupped the back of her neck and leaned with her as he placed her down. She had been so still for so long he sat quietly listening to her heartbeat, the rhythm was melodic he almost wanted to lay down and next to her and pass out listening to it. That thought alone had him sitting up straight, checking the room. He knew the room was clear but an ugly anxiety had him afraid of being caught. In that moment he had every intention of getting up and joining his family downstairs but something inside him didn't listen.

Leaning back down Az turned his head to the side so his face was just mere inches from the nape of her neck, he breathed deeply, the perfect combination of scents taking him over. Each scent was was solitary but they also blended so perfectly, the amber, iris, and currant was a combination he would’ve never thought up but it was positively addicting. He had no idea how long he hovered over the girl but the spell was broken when he heard a voice that caressed his heart ever so gently.

“Where is Azriel?”

It was Elain. Her gentle voice had his heart lurching and he pulled back and rushed to the window. Before he flew out he took a look back at the witch resting on the bed with confusion and disdain. He wasn't sure what magic she was capable of but he finally felt the twinge of worry he should’ve felt hours ago at the thought of bringing a stranger into his home.

Closing the window behind him it took Az less than 10 seconds after hearing the voice to get to the front door and push it open. When he walked in her eyes were the first he met, her delicate face marred by distress pulled at his heart strings and he moved swiftly to her arms. The moment he touched her a tears that was dancing on her eyelash fell, he quickly caught it and brushed it aside.

“Azriel,” she whispered and he pulled her close. Elain’s arms snaked around his waist and he melted into her delicate embrace. Her familiar scent found his olfactory sense and washed away the previous scent that had lingered there from before. Her scent was sweet, like wildberries and vanilla, accompanied by an earthy scent from all the time she spent in the garden. The scent of the flowers she cared for lingered on her as well; roses, lilies, tulips, and… Iris’.

He pulled back and scanned her face, her calm features had soothed him. He brought a hand up to smooth the hair by her face, “Im here,” he assured and leaned into his touch and her doe eyes climbed to his. A small smile ghosted Azriels lips at the unbridled beauty she held and he brought them down to brush hers ever so gently.

“Im glad everyones okay but…” Nesta pulled back from Cassian again as she started speaking, “can you explain what happened now?” Her anxiety had subsided enough for frustration to seep through. Her mate, her partner, had left without a word in the middle of the night to embark on a clearly dangerous mission. This was a conversation she had already had with Cassian, they dont leave each other in the dark when lives are at stake, especially their own.

Amren was empowered by Nesta’s anger, she marched in between the two men still by the door, directing her attention on the high lord. “Yes, like what the hell got the best of you! And whatever the hell you did to cause that magic surge because I know it had something to do with you fools!”

Rhys didnt answer, he didnt have the chance, “Let him sit down first!” Feyre hissed spinning to face the shorter girl. Amren didnt loosen her grip on her ferocity, staring Feyre down with gross determination.

Morrigan rushed between the two sensing a fight brewing, “Feyre’s right, lets sit and try to calm down first. Emotions have been running high all night,” She placed an understanding hand on Amrens shoulder as she remained stoned in place. Feyre scoffed before turning away, focusing back on her mate as she supported him and began to lead him toward the drawing room where the ladies had been waiting all night. “Should I fetch Madja?”

“I've got him,” Feyre ground out as she led her mate the couch and with the was over her hand a cloth, bowl of warm water, and a glass of water materialized on the low table. She sat down next to Rhys and began cleaning all the dried blood off of his face. Some of his wounds were still open, “Baby, why aren't you healing?” Her voice was as gentle as a breeze as she spoke to him.

“My magic… whats left of it is keeping me alive.” He answered lowly, his eyes trained on her as she cleaned him, what he said gave her pause.

“Dont tell me you lost your magic,” Amren bit out from behind Mor’s chair, where she was leaning with crossed arms. Mor threw her a look over her shoulder before leaning forward to hear Rhys’ answer.

“No its not gone… not in that sense. Its coming back, just slowly.” Mor blew out a breath at her cousins answer and she leaned back in her chair.

“So what did happen to require using nearly all of your magic?” Nesta asked from the chair her and Cass were sharing.

“Not nearly. It took all of my magic, and Cass’ and Az’s,” he nodded towards his brothers before looking down ashamed, not wanting to admit this next part, “I had to dip into my life force just to complete the spell.”

The emotions in the room rose once again, evident by the gasps and wide eyes. Morrigan was leaning forward again as Amren moved around her chair, inching closer. Nesta and Elain shared a glace that conveyed all their confusion, worry, and fear; What needed that much magic?

“You what?” Feyre asked, the thought inconcivable, “Rhys why? If anything happened…” Rhys stopped the shaking of her head with both of his hands on either side of her face as an appology bustled from his mouth before he brought it to hers.

“So what was this spell?” Amren questioned as she continued to stalk towards Rhys. Feyre had grabbed a dagger from Rhys’ belongings and cut open her hand over the small cup of water mixing it with her blood. If his magic couldnt heal him then hers would.

“Az, please,” Rhys nodded towards his brother in a way of asking him to take over. Azriel pulled out the dirty papers as well as the scrap paper that held the spell’s pronunciation, he glanced at the papers, then Elain, the papers again before handing them to Amren. Elain was so lost and so much more scared, she wrapped a hand around his bicep and moved closer on the couch.

The room was quiet aside from Feyre’s shuffling as Amren read over the paper, Mor over her shoulder looking too. Based on the way Morrigan's face contorted in confusion, she had no idea what she was reading. Based on the way Amren's face twisted with disbelief, and then unbridled rage, she knew exactly what she was reading. Her hands clutched the paper harder as she spoke, her eyes not leaving the page, “You didn’t.” Her voice was low and intimidating, it was like the room dropped 10 degrees at the shift in her.

“What is it?” Feyre asked looking her mate directly in the eyes, the eyes he screwed shut for a beat before facing her again.

Rhys began speaking but him and Az took turns telling the whole story. Az explained how he found the Murdians, how one of them detailed the etirity of the ritual, and how he brought the information to Rhys with encouragement. Rhys explained how they went back and forth for weeks, how they brought Cassian in and he made the final decision, Rhys conveniently left out what caused him to come to the conclusion. At the revelation Nesta gave Cass a look that said we will talk about this later, Cassian nodded before scowling at the brother who threw him under the bus. Rhys went on with how the spell took everything he had and more, how the magic shook everything when the portal opened, how the Umbramaw attacked and he was essentially defenseless against attacks. Cassian butt in only to explain the experience with the Umbramaw. Throughout the entirety of the story Amren was scoffing, throwing her hands in the air just to cross them again, and giving out screwed up looks to each boy. Rhys ended his tale with the news of the girl who came through the portal and how she was asleep upstairs.

“What?!”

“You brought her here?!”

“Idiots!”

The room had exploded as Morrigan, Feyre, and Amren all screamed over each other. Amren Was in Rhys’ face now, “What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you were doing? What you read?!” Her loud voice boomed as her little body shook with rage, her reaction twisted something in Rhys’ gut as he realized didnt have an answer to any of her questions.

“Where is she?” Feyre asked turning to look at the shadowsinger who apparently snuck her in.

“She’s in the guest room,” his simple answer caused another erruption.

“Your joking!”

“You put a stranger in the room right next to my son’s!”

It was Nestas turn to stand up and shout with Feyre as she immediatly understood the layout of the situation.

Az cleared his throat, he didnt even think of what Feyre had just exclaimed. His features, though, remained unaffected by any of the loud reactions, “She’s passed out, she hit her head pretty hard. It will be awhile before she wakes up.”

The two woman didnt believe it, actually none of them did. A chorus of disbelief, angry curses, and questions floated through the air between the women.

“Look,” Rhys decided to speak again, taking the heat off of his brother who was being yelled at, “She’s just a human, she’s scared and confused,” Amren scoffed but he went on, “We did the spell right, she’s here to help us end this war.”

“If she even can, she’s one human,” Cassian cut in, “and a tiny one too.” Nesta shot him another look letting him know that going against Rhys wasnt going to win him any brownie points. Mor fell back into her chair, head in her hands as she whispered something about the Mother.

“Dont,” Feyre started slowly, throwing him a serious look that emulated her sister's steeliness, “underestimate what one small human can do.” That shut Cassian up, he tucked his wings in and stepped back, Nesta just shook her head.

“No he’s right,” Amren said causing a few of the heads to snap to her, none of them expected her to agree with any of the boys right now. She turned her attention to Rhys, “Let me ask you, can you read this page?” he shook his head and she nodded certainly, “So then did you know that this ritual takes months to prepare? That it’s meant to be accompanied with a near impossible to make potion? That it had to be performed on a solstice full moon?” She was shouting between all the boys at this point, each of their downcast eyes answered her question.

“Or maybe that this spell is exclusive to the Murdians, so even if you did do everything right its still likely to backfire!” She crossed her arms one last time firmly over her chest as she locked in on the highlord, “Did you know any of that Rhys?” When he shook his head Feyre did too, spinning towards her oldest sister as her hand came to her temple in pure disbelief. Amren turned towards Azriel, “How about you, spymaster?” His title was spat out like an insult and his jaw clicked as he growled out a barely audible, no. Amren laugh and rolled her eyes towards Cassian, “And I know you didn't know.”

Nesta straighted and took a small step towards him defensively, she was upset but that doesnt mean she will take kindly to him being insulted.

“My informant,” Azriel ground out through his clenched jaw, “didnt explain those things.” He was ashamed, angry with himself. He found the Muridans, he gave Rhys the spell, he encouraged them to do it. His insolence could’ve been deadly. He stood up from where he was sitting next to his partner and moved dangerously close to the corner and even without his magic shadows moved across his face.

“Of course not! Murdians dont speak English! They never have!” Amren was enjoying the verbal lashing she was handing out, she had been waiting all night to tear into these boys and she wasnt holding back, “Your informant probably barely understood what you were saying, or even what they were saying. Or maybe they wanted to kill you in order to keep their people’s existence hidden.” A despicable laugh slipped through her lips as she shook her head. A string of curses and insults slipped out as she moved toward the window that had the golden light of morning flooding in, giving the clean room an angelic glow.

“Maybe it will work,” a delicate voice hung like a guillotine in the tense air. Azriel’s eyes weren't the only one who snapped to the source. Faithful, forgiving, Elaine; always so quick to believe in him. He looked at her hopefully, trying to decipher if she really believed what she was saying. “Im not sure, of course…” Her eyes moved from Amrens to Azriels and they softened at his disconsolate demeanor, “but maybe.”

Amren wasn't letting up, she is the only one who didn't immediately lighten her tone when speaking to the girl and she wasn't going to start now. “Maybe,” she mocked, “Maybe they brought our savior!” Her hands clapped together over her heart and a sickly sweet smile spread across her lips. “Or, maybe they just brought our doom,” her voice had shifted to low horrible tone with that statement. It changed once again to aloof for her next line, “Or maybe they just brought some random girl from who knows when or where.”

Amren turned back towards the window but snapped at Rhys again, “A girl we have no way of sending home might I add!”

“What?” Feyre asked, turning to her mate again, “We can't send her back?”

“No,” Azriel spoke for Rhys once again, “The parameters of the spell states she will only be returned when her destiny here has been fulfilled.”

“If you brought her here for the war, that could be years before it ends,” It was Mor now speaking, she wasn't as angry as she was before but still cynical. Her words gave the air a tense chill, she noticed the change and continued, “But if destiny is involved… maybe we could have hope?” Mor looked towards Elain who’s eyes shone thankfully. Az’s face still gave away nothing as it was half covered in shadows. Amren just scoffed at their ignorance, shaking her head before looking through the window again.

“Okay,” Feyre stated, her voice was no longer that of a concerned mate or an angry mother, it was of a High Lady. “What's done is done. I'm going to charm her to sleep for another couple hours and I’ll see what I can figure out from her memories. When she wakes up we can interrogate her, she if she could truly be of use. In the meantime all of us are tired, let’s all rest and we’ll pick up this conversation again later; try to figure out how to move forward.”

“You’re all push overs,” Amren stated in the calmest voice she had all night, “rolling over letting your mates, and boyfriend, act like insolent children. Encouraging it.”

“Thats not what-” Feyre’s stern voice was interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream, and then another and the sound of glass breaking.

Amrens lips cut into a devilish smile, “Look who’s up.”

Everyone, except Elain, made a move for the foyer but Feyre held up a finger, “No! You three have probably freaked her out enough already,” her eyes were hard on the males faces and her tone was final. “And I think it's best if only one of us goes in at a time. I was where she is now, I’ll try to talk to her.”

More yelling flowed through the house and Feyre ran up the large staircase with Nesta on her heels, “Im grabbing Nyx,” She said and Feyre thanked her.

Feyre pushed the guest room door and had to immediately duck as a vase flew straight for her head.

A/N: Well that went… well? Honestly can’t say I blame the girls, what were they thinkingggg??? This was fun but I’m really excited for part iii, so much so I might just post it tonight👀

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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‘’i will show you the difference between me and the military’’

warnings:!afab reader,rough bj,eating out,making out,floor s*x,mild bondage,cursing,teasing,edging,blindfolded,enemies to lovers,subtle flirting,knifeplay?,fingering,petnames,mild interrogation.

backstory:the reader and philip hate eachother due to some things that happened in the past,but what will happen now that they finally meet face to face after the incident

A/n:had to censor some words bc i dont want my fic to get community labeled again,im not responsible for what people read.

'‘dont fucking touch me!’‘ you yelled at the guard pushing you.

‘‘then move’‘one of the guards yelled back at you,continuing pushing you with brute force.

You hear what seem to be a door opening as you are getting dragged into the room,the guards forcing you to sit on the chair,removing the bag that was keeping you blindfolded,you saw one of the guards tie your hands behind you while the other one tied your legs on the legs of the chair,before both of them exited the room,leaving you alone in the small room,you were able to to take a look around trying to find a way to escape

When suddenly you see the door swing open and to your unpleasant suprise there he was commander philip graves.

‘‘hello sweetheart’‘ he said with a sly smile on his face.

You felt your body get taken over by anger,you hated his guts with a burning passion,his fake charm that made millions fall for,even your superiors fell for it,you had a bad feeling from the start that something like this was going to happen from the start but it was already too late,when you realized his betrayal

‘‘so you are choosing to stay silent’‘he said pressing his lips together in frustration

‘‘i see how its going to be’‘

he moved closer to you now standing infront of you,before reaching for his knife that was resing inside the holster,pulling it out and toying with it giving you small threatening hints. he was good with his hands you stared at them when he played with the blade,making you wandered how his finger will feel inside of you,sadly you got rudly awakened from your little daydream by the cold blade on touching your neck,while you were caught up on your daydreaming you didnt notice that he changed his position.

‘‘if you dont start talking right now, i will show you the difference between me and the military’‘pressing the knife against the tender skin of your neck,threatening you to talk

‘‘fuck you graves,im not telling you shit,not after what you did and do you really think a knife is going to scare me ’‘you spat out,taking some glimpses of his face from behind you from time to time

he was an attractive man you couldnt lie to yourself that you fantasized about him fucking you mercilessly before,afterall you had to worked together for a long time before he betrayed you.It wasnt the first time you eyed him like that

‘‘dont let me do this sweetheart, i dont want to kill you’‘ his voice low and raspy,did he really felt bad about hurting you,did he really hate you? or did he actually like the little game you two had going,all those question circling around your mind but they were quickly answered when he capped your face turning it to the right as he connecting his soft lips with yours,while still keeping the knife with his left hand showing you who is in charge.

The kiss depend between the two of you turning into a small make out session as a small warm feeling started to grow in your lower abdoment,leaving you wanting more,but removing his lips abraptly from yours to catch your breaths,moving in front of you,you could visibly see that you werent the only one that got excited ,his hard cock showing through his cargo pants,his size making you lick your lips.

‘‘you see what are you doing to me’‘he purred without breaking eye contact with you,as he started to unbuckle his belt,freeing his cock.

‘’you know what to do ‘’Slapping your cheek with his cock,you pressed your lips on the head of his cock as you slowly started taking him deeper into your mouth making you gag a bit

‘‘hmmm’‘ he let out a low groan at the warm sensation of your mouth,as you started to slowly bop your head back and forth,looking up at graves.

Trying to tease him a little bit you swirling your tongue at the head of his cock,making him jolt his hips.Getting impatient from your painfully slow pace his hand snaked at the back of your head,making the pace to a faster one,now fully facefucking you.Your eyes started to tear as you chocked on his cock,afterawhile you started to feel him getting close to his argasm as his cock throbed in your mouth but before he could finish,he pulled you away,denying his own orgasm,you tried to catch your breath,whilst putting himself back in his pants for the moment.

‘‘i didnt know you liked it rough’‘he remarked,looking down at your pants he could see a wet spot that has formed.

‘‘ think i should leave you like this’‘he teased

‘‘graves please’‘you begged desperetly

‘‘fine...but if i see you doing anything stupid i wont hesitate to kill you’‘he said cutting the ropes,freeing you from the restrains and putting the knife back to the holter

You moved yourself closer to the edge of the chair and unbuckled your own pants,you lifted your hips so he could help you slide them off completly,he wrapped his arms around your hips as you place your legs over his shoulder to balance yourself,with him between your legs you felt his hot breath against your cunt teasing you giving, you a taste of your own medicine.

‘‘come on philip~’‘ you whined

‘‘what happened i thought you like teasing’‘he said poking fun at your begging.

Finally placing his tongue on your clit,he drew slow circle around it,teasing you more

‘‘philip~’‘begging him to stop his teasing

‘‘whatever you say sweetheart’‘

He moved his tongue up and down ,from your hole to your clit,sending goosebumbs down your spine

‘‘ah~’‘biting your lip not wanting him to hear your moans

‘‘dont hide your pretty voice away from me’‘

Picking up your juices with his middle finger and slowly inserting it inside you,you jolted forward feeling your walls being parted as you desperatly grippping the head of the chair. inserting another one,he started fingering you at a slow and steady pace to later becoming a faster and rougher one

‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘you moan unable to contain yourself anymore from the pleasure he was giving you

‘‘thats what i like to hear’‘philip cooed,sucking on your neglected clit,while his fingers never slowing down,you felt yourself closer and closer to your climax but before you could finish,philip removed his mouth away from your cunt,edging you

‘‘f-fuck~’‘you groaned in frustration

‘‘you didnt think i will let you finish this quickly,did you,sweetheart’‘he taunted,wiping his chin

‘‘lay down on the floor for me ,sadly our clothes will have to do for now’‘he commanded both of you placing your clothes on the floor trying to make a makeshift bedding so you could lay down.

Getting on top of you,he started to rub the tip of his cock on your cunt coating it with your wetness before entering you with one slow thrust all at once,making your back arch in the sensation.He waited for you to get adjusted to his size before starting to roll his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘stop teasing me already for fuck sake’‘you hissed and with that,he changed his lazy pace to a brutal one at your complain,mercilessly fucking your hole

‘‘i wanted to fuck you for so long,ever since i saw you’’he panted, mercilessly fucking your hole

‘‘bet you would’‘you breathed out

Both of you chasing your climax,the room was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping,you hope that there werent any guards outside unfortunate enough to hear them

‘‘Philip~i-im close,d-dont you dare e-dge me’‘ you pleaded,with the last bit of breath you had not wanting him to edge you once again

‘‘come on baby come on’‘he praised,as he fucked into you

one last thrust and your walls flattered around his cock,cumming all over him

Trying to catch your breathes Gravespulled out of you and helped you get up from the ground as the two of you started to get dressed

‘‘I didnt know you liked me to the point were you wanted fuck me,i thought you hated my guts as much as i did your’‘you commented with a smirk

‘‘i guess afterall,it was bound to happen’‘he replied

‘‘but dont think that i will be easy on you,you are in my base now’‘it sounded like a promise more than a threat but until then only time will tell

#call of duty x reader #philip graves x reader smut #philip graves #cod x reader #cod smut #call of duty #call of duty smut #call of duty x you #mw2 smut #cod mw2 imagine

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 year

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You don't want to hurt me.

"You don't want to hurt me." The rogue realised, staring down the hero. "You really want to test that theory?" You said through gritted teeth. You and the rogue always had a connection but when they cross the line, both parties are aware that even that might not be enough to stop you moving against them. Or was it?

The Riddler: "You don't want to hurt me." He said again, almost in disbelief. "Stop it." You ground out, your fingers squeezing around his throat. "I'm right. I'm always right." He said to himself, his hands gripping your arms as you pinned him to the floor beneath you. "If I just..." He said to himself before letting you go. "What are you doing!?" You immediately panicked. He no longer fought against you as he dropped his hands to either side of his head. "Go on." He managed out. "Squeeze." "What are you doing, Edward!?" You blurted out before panicking as a hand slowly lifted to the side of your masked face. "I know you won't hurt me." He said quietly. That meant a lot to Edward, considering how he remembered every hit from the Batman, other criminals, Arkham staff, police, even his own father. He knew violence all too well. However, even in your fury, you didn't hurt him. In that very moment, he put his trust in you. He trusted you not to do as everyone else had. You began to hyperventilate and released his neck, clambering off of him. He smiled as he panted. "You feel it too." He mumbled to himself, feeling his heart swell.

Scarecrow: He looked at you, clearly not intimidated in the slightest. "You and I...we have something special. We both know it. Deny it all you like." "Shut up." You said quickly, pressing your arm into into his neck harder as you pinned him against the wall. "Face your fear, admit it." Pain didn't frighten Jonathan Crane in the slightest. He had felt it many times over his life. He even considered it inevitable in one way or another. He could see the fear in you and whilst he found it beautiful. A piece of him wanted to squash it, just to see you embrace it. Your face contorted, clearly upset and conflicted. "Stop it." You pleaded as your hands shook. "I'm not doing anything." He replied lightly.

Two-Face: "Then do it." Harvey ground out. He was wedged between you and the ground. He moved hands to his throat. "What are you doing?" You panicked. "Take me out, gorgeous." He said, nodding with reassuring. "Stop it." You said quickly. "There are plenty worse ways to die, gorgeous. Trust me. I would know. Dying by your hand well that might be a gift." You scrambled off of him before bursting into tears. "Damn it, Harvey!" You cried as he slowly sat up. "Why!? Why haven't you shot me yet!?" You cried out. "I'm not gonna shoot you, beautiful." Harvey said quietly as he stood up "Do it! Shoot me! You're supposed to!" You screamed. He shook his head. "Not you." He held his hand out towards you. "You know better than that." Harv' finished.

Black Mask: You held the gun to his masked face, not even the wood of his mask would be enough to save him from the impact of that bullet. You had the ability to end all of this- end him. Yet now the opportunity was here and you didn't pull the trigger as quickly as you'd have liked. In fact, you, your finger barely twitched on towards the trigger. Even after everything he put Gotham through, he couldnt do it. "All of that and you don't have the guts to finish the job?" He said icily. "Shut up!" You retorted, hands shaking. "This is pathetic!" He bellowed. "I should do it." You said stiffly. He scoffed. "Who are you kidding? You don't wanna hurt me." "Is that what you think?" You asked quickly. "Doll, if you were gonna shoot me, you'd have done it! You don't have the guts!"

Mad Hatter: Jervis trembled violently. "If...if I may..." He lifted his index finger, tone light with suggestion. "...despite your sour mood. I don't think you want to h-hurt me." "What makes you think that?" You answered coldly. He flinched as though your cold tone bit him. "J-Just a f-feeling! You know me, my head would float to the ceiling!" He let out a nervous giggle. He lifted his head to lean closer as he whispered. "Because he would." "What are you talking about?" You ground out. "The Batman...he would hurt me. That's why I k-know you wouldn't. You're different to him. It's why I like you so m-much!" You weren't sure who wasn't supposed to hear that he felt compelled to stay quiet but his words stunned you into silence. It was the most sense he had made in days.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #jervis tetch

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burnieblanders · 2 years

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The boys react to Mc turning into a cowgirl: fat, huge boobs that leak milk, lil horns, cow ears and tail, can only speak in moos, inspired by milqilin* on ao3 (idk if they have a tumblr...)

(This is my mc♡♡ i love her)

Basically they all love it tho♡ lmao

Lucy: tries to keep his composure but secretly loves it, as soon as he gets mc to himself (he invites her to his room of course) he drinks her sweet milk gently. He ties her up, wrists and ankles bound to the bedframe and fucks her slow...loves the jiggle of her curves. (To me he seems like the type whod fuck all night, switching between brutal merciless overstimulation to tender and sweet aftercare.)

Mammon: cant contain how much he loves it, cant stop touching and hugging mc, plows her as soon as theyre alone together. He tastes her milk but find he doesnt love it as much as he loves to just squeeze her nipples and hear her whine. (To me he seems like the type to go like 4 rounds back to back, defs a cuddler after sex)

Levi: omg its just like a hentai...so he goes hentai mode and ambushes her while theyre hanging out, (doin that classic trap ur love interest against the wall) tho hes visibly flustered and stumbles a bit so mc throws him a bone and acts submissive for him, hes still not the best at being domineering though, hes too self depreciating, so mc just pins him down and rides him

Satan: like lucy he tries to keep his composure but loses it a lot faster, he invites mc to his room, saying they could look through a book on pregnancy and breast milk together. As theyre sitting next to eachother and looking through the book he starts to get distracted, theyre reading about breast feeding and he tells her he wants to try it...so naturally things escalate from there...it starts with him simply suckling her breast milk and ends with him pounding her into oblivion, smacking her ass, pulling her tail, pinching and pulling her nipples, calling her a slutty cow and just generally bullying her♡.♡

Asmo: he lures her in with promises of a massage and a bath with rose petals and scented oils along with candles and incense to set a romantic mood. He rubs down her whole body and relishes in her softness....They do it in the bathtub and splash water all over the floor lol. After they get out of the tub they do it again in bed, then standing up, then back on the bed 2 more times. He constantly compliments her beautiful body as he gives it to her slow, gives her tons of kisses and hickies. (What kind of avatar of lust would he be if he couldnt go multiple rounds?? Lol)

Beel: ambushes mc in her room, acting like a spoiled brat and demanding a taste, he gets on top, drinks her milk and relishes in it, sucking too hard and making her struggle against him sometimes, he takes the hint and tries to hold back so he wont hurt her. He continues to suck and play with her tits as he fucks her (to me he seems like the type whod go hard for a long time, leaving her completely exhausted from multiple overstimulated orgasms, i think he could do1 or 2 very long rounds before he needs a snack break)

Belphie: loves to hold her, lean on her, and cuddle with her when they nap together. Some nights as theyre cuddling he wakes up and while shes asleep he puts his dick between her thighs and ruts against her slow. She'll wake up wanting more so he gives it to her from behind while pulling her tail. Hes the type whod fall asleep inside her of course...

Dia: loves it unashamedly, invites mc to his room for tea and a chat. When theyre together hes straightforward in asking to taste her milk, as he does he gets excited and touches her. He asks if shes ok before he continues. They get naked, he eats her out and fingers her until she cums twice making sure shes proper wet and receptive. He then picks her up effortlessly and bounces her on his massive dick like a doll. (Another one that would fuck all night tbh, hed leave mc absolutely drained)

Barb: very intrigued by it, requests to try some of her milk in his tea, having heard breast milk is creamy and tasty. After trying it in tea he tries it plain, then he requests to try it from the source. Hes mesmerized by the warmth in his gut that he gets as he listens to her embarrassed moos, hes more proper than to just whip out his dick in front of the young miss, so he excuses himself and jacks off desperately thinking about how hed love to get a tit job from her before hed put it in her slick. How indecent!!

Simeon: admires her from a distance ;_;

Solomon: he wants to help in some way...so he gives her one of those lil milking machines so she can get rid of some of the excess, she gives the extras to him so he can drink it or cook with it >_>.....he makes her a potion that should help reduce milk production at least a little bit and indeed she stops leaking so much that all her shirts get soaked, shes very grateful to him for that. So how can she thank him? With some good old fashioned sloppy toppy of course....jeez i couldnt think of anything good for my fave character!! 😩

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gamblersdoll · 8 days

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What if Nerd told the school administration about Guts' harassment?

*nsfw*😋

tw: choking, groping, orgasm denial, i think masochism and maybe degradation.

“you actually thought they would believe you?” he seethed, cornering you in a secluded hallway. his hand was around your throat, ever so slightly squeezing.

“guts–“ you choke out, squirming in his grip and clawing at his wrist.

“uh uh, shut up. what did you think would happen?” he chuckled out the last part, growing closer to your face and his grip on your throat was tighter. his knee was between your thighs, and threatening to press against your clothed cunt. “answer me.”

he knew you couldnt, but he still wanted to know what you seriously thought would happen. he was a straight a student, had a scholarship ahead of him, and was a brute on the wrestling team and football. so of course when you told admin, they immediately questioned him. unfortunately for you, they didnt believe you, and you were within reach for him.

he was blocking your airway, but for him attempting to hurt you, it felt so good to be choked by him. you were scared, no doubt about it, but was he trying to hurt you? or was he trying to teach you a lesson?

his knee bounced up, pressing against your clothed clit that was already throbbing from the choking and his knee. you choke out a sound, causing him to seethe more.

“you think this shit feels good, huh?” he questioned, taking his hand and groping at your left breast. “telling on me to admin and then moaning when i confront you. did you do this on purpose? you just wanted my attention didnt you? wanted me that fucken’ bad?” he mocked, then taking his fingers and pinching your clit. you wiggled and writhed, but he pinched again.

“guts—“ you choke out, only for you to moan again once he slides his thick middle finger inside your walls.

“uh uh, shut up.” he growls into your ear, curling his fingers inside and immediately finding that spot. it took some adjusting to his finger, considering he was a large, large man. “nasty fuckin’ slut. all that whining and shit at the admin office just for a quick nut.”

you grip at his hand around your throat, while your legs quivered and shook. he looked you in your eyes, with his lower. “are you about to cum?” you nodded, “when youre about to cum, tap on my arm three times.”

you feel that coil about to snap, tapping on him exactly three times…

until he pulled his fingers out, completely. you open your eyes immediately, about to whine.

“you dont get to cum, not this time.” he says, taking his fingers and sucking them clean. “not after you went to admin. maybe if you kept your mouth shut, and behaved.. maybe– maybe, you couldve came.” he talks sternly, taking his hand off your throat. “you arent finna bruise up. i didnt choke you hard enough. but youd probably like that, whore.” he chuckled.

“guts— you–“ you wheeze out, “im sorry–“

“i bet you are, you still dont get to come. see you around, nerd whore.” he says, walking away while he waved you off.

man, maybe you shouldnt have said anything.

#guts x you #guts x reader #berserk guts #guts berserk #guts #berserk smut #berserk

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thatguy03 · 2 years

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Committed Food Club - Male tf

It was James first week at his new job after moving across the country. He was shocked at first by how fat all the guys at work were but figured it was common here. He soon found out that most of these men were part of a 'food club', which was most likely the reason why they were so fat. James was sceptical at first but needed to make new friends here, so he decided to join. He talked to a few of the guys in his office to see how to join, one of them said to meet in the office above them after work Friday. Great, an opportunity for some new friends. The fact that all the guys in this club were obese was slightly concerning, but James had a good metabolism and worked out regularly so it wasnt a problem for him.

He shows up to the club after work to find many of the men from his office waiting for him. They briefly introduced themselves before explaining the point of the club. They said before they could explain what really goes on, James needed to follow the initiation process to join. All he needed to do was to eat a small biscuit they had made and get a picture of himself to join. Simple enough. James are the biscuit noting that it was really rich and fatty, but he said it was good anyway. He then went to take a picture of himself, but was interrupted by one of the men. "You gotta take your shirt of for the picture", the man says. James is suspicious but obliges, taking his shirt of and taking a picture.

He asks why he had to do it shirtless and the men told him it made the progress pictures much better. "The progress pictures?" James remarks. One of the men shows him a board with pictures of each of them, starting as skinny guys with each photo showing then fatter and fatter than before. "I dont plan on getting fat, I just wanted to meet some new people." James says. "Well it's too late now, you already the biscuit big boy" the man says while holding up the packaging for the biscuit, "The 1 million calorie biscuit, guaranteed to gain at least 100 pounds and destroy your metabolism". "Soon you'll be looking a lot like this" as all of the men grab their oversized guts. James yells "what the hell" as he runs out of the office in a panic. "Trust me you'll love it" one of the men yells as James runs away.

James secluded himself away that weekend as his body slowly inflated. What were the people at work gonna think of him, none of his clothes fit properly anymore. His gut started to show under his shirt and he couldn't button up his pants anymore. He got dressed Monday morning before work struggling to pull his pants passed his ass, and wearing a shirt that couldnt go passed his belly button. He looked in the mirror to see the outline of his moobs through the shirt and his love handles spill over the waist of his pants. It was embarrassing but he wasnt going to lose his job over something this stupid.

He arrived to work and nervously walked by everyone at the office with his hairy belly exposed under his shirt. Most of the women rolled their eyes and remarked that the hot new guy joined that food club and got fat. The men on the other hand couldn't keep their eyes of him, some even grabbing at his ass and belly. Each day went the same expect his clothes were getting smaller on him every day. Surprisingly, James started to enjoy the routing more than he dreaded it, by thrusday he was looking forward to the men in the office eyeing him and by Friday he invited the men to grab at his ever growing belly. He almost felt entranced by his belly and enjoyed the feeling of it growing.

The end of the week came quick and James found himself at the food club again. His brain was saying it was a mistake but his gut was telling him to go again. He opened the door to find the men waiting for him again, it seemed this was as enjoyable to them as it was for him. "We told you you'd love it, they always come running back once they get a taste". The first order of business was weigh in, James went first and the scale stopped at 220 pounds. He had gained 50 pounds in a week. He excitedly went to the bathroom, took his tiny shirt off and snapped a photo.

James runs out of the bathroom and excitedly asks for a second biscuit. "Woah slow down cowboy, we appreciate your enthusiasm but from now on you'll have to work for it. The biscuit started you off strong and slowed your metabolism down to a halt, but now you'll have to eat well if you want to look like us". James got an excited look in his eyes, he never let himself indulge in the sake fo keeping his physique but now he can go wild. He proceeded to gorge himself on the buffet the men had waiting for him. All the men joined in, encouraging the new guy to keep up. Everytime James was called piggy or fatboy, he sped up. Withing minutes all of them had finished an entire tables worth of food. " So what's next?" James remarks while the rest sit in silence holding their bloated bellies. "Well we get new clothes that fit and we feed like the pigs we are until next meeting". The men grab some xl clothes for James, "I kinda like the M size clothes I have right now, they show off my belly", james says, "Trust me, those clothes will look like a bra on you by next week and youd be lucky if those shorts and underwear last another day around that ass. These XLs will be small enough to show off your belly by the end of the week." The man said in response. James proudly went home his XL clothes.

Over the weekend, James ate out for every meal, and snacked constantly throughout the day. The bloat that he would go to bed with, turned into pure fat by morning. Each day his clothes getting tighter and tighter. By monday morning he had already outgrown his ne clothes. Clothes that would have looked massive on him just over a week ago were now too small. His gut started to hang over his pants so people wouldnt be able to see the fact that he couldnt button up his pants. The underhang of his man boobs started to show through his clothes and his love handles also peeked under his shirt.

James proudly marched into the office, with his massive belly on full display. The men continued to eye him and at this point to comments from the women that he let the men turn him into a fat pig turned him on even more. Each day of the week, he grew fatter and the daily struggles of being fat started to become apparent. He struggled to get out of bed and he doesnt comfortably fit in his shower anymore. And each day it became obvious that the men were right about the clothes not fitting by the end of the week. By thrusday his shirt couldnt go past his gut and was ripped under his arms by his moobs, he walked around with his fly down because it wouldnt stay up, and he couldnt wear underwear without it ripping instantly. All the guys couldnt keep their eyes off James, seems like pigging out this week really paid off. He spent Thursday and friday just sitting in his cubicle and rubbing his gut just waiting for the next meeting. The time flew until it was friday after work and he was standing by the office door. He bursts in with all his heft to see the group of men waiting for him again. "Woah, who's this big guy. Seems like you took our advice on eating seriously, you're even starting to look like us." He approaches James and starts to grab at his fat, shaking his belly and grabbing his moobs. "You might have broken our record for most growth in 1 week", the man says with a smile. They rush to the scale and James hopes on, the scale quickly rushed up to 300 pounds. "Holy shit, 80 pounds in a week, that's a record". James, prouder than ever, runs to the bathroom and gets a shirtless photo showing off his new man tits, massive overhang, and fat arms.

He walks out and posts his photo proudly with the rest of them. Followed by their massive meal. As he was eating, one of the other men went behind him, pushing his stomach into the back of James' head as he wrapped his strong arms around him to grab his man tits. As James ate, the man grabbed at James fat gut and played with his dick while whispering 'keep eating you fat pig' into his ear. It made James hard, which was weird cuz he had never been into guys, especially not fat guys but something had changed the past few weeks. He found it so hot when they encouraged to eat more junk. Suddenly the other men started to take their clothes off to reveal their massive bloated guts as the man behind him pulled his tiny XL shirt off. He didnt know why, but he found it so hot. A very obvious bulge formed through his pants when the man started to pull James' pants down while kissing his ball belly. He knew it was hot but didnt know what do to at first, he had never had sex with a man before. But as the man pinned him to the ground and played on top of him, he knew what he wanted.

James got home much later that night full of hickeys and horny for more. Over the weekend he looked around on google for gay porn, specifically with fat guys and stumbled across a gainer post. He found out men do this outside of his club, just for the sake of getting fat. He posted his progress photos online with the caption 'this is just the beginning' with a goal weight of over 400 pounds. It didnt take long for people to come over to feed him and fuck him. Guy after guy, fat and skinny, you end and old, came over help him reach his goal. By wednesday, he had already passed his goal of 400 pounds and men started to point out that his photos online were outdated, but they were shocked to find out that they had been only 5 days old. Them knowing about his club made them all the more horny, and hungry. Friday came around and, as usual, James arrived to work 3XL clothes that were far too small for him. Soon enough it was time for club. He walked in to find many of the men he touched that week waiting in the room. They were all going through initiation for the club, all of them eating the biscuit that turned him into the pig that he is now. He couldnt wait to see what they would become in the coming weeks. After all the new guys got their photos, James snapped his photo and got ont he scale to see that he had gained over 100 pounds sitting at a monstrous 415 pounds.

Afterwards they went through the usual rounds for a club meeting ending in James getting home really late again. James enjoyed watching the new guys go from skinny, to having a starter belly peaking under their shirts, to being absolute pigs that cant find any clothes that fit for more than 2 days.

Soon enough most them fit in with the rest of the crew, between 400 and 500 pounds. But one meeting one of the men brought more biscuits, more powerful biscuits. Not satisfied with the 300 pounds gained from the original biscuit, all of them took one. None of them were ready for what was to come. Suddenly all of their stomachs start to growl and their stomachs start to grow uncontrollably large. All easily bursting out of their 5XL clothes as their faces puff up with fat, their guts start to droop under their own weight, their man tits begin to sag under their arm pits, and their limbs blow up to twice their previous size with both muscle and fat. Within minutes all of them were left well over 700 pounds and completely naked as their clothes had been ripped to shreds. It seems like the office is going to need new chairs for these beasts of men.

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kai-and-their-mess · 7 months

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Please Don't Go

Astronaut Mafuyu x Angel Mizuki

warnings for: heavy angst, character death, tragedy, ambigous endings cuz wow im bad at conclusions, and probably poor grammar. this is beta read but not edited to fix anything my beta pointed out to me.

intro: transfem Mizuki, transmasc Mafuyu. Fuyu and Yuki mostly used as names for Mafuyu. transmasc Shiho cuz cmon, have you seen? shiho? ever? thats a boy. prompt taken from @probably-not-niigo Link to the original post found here. the last time i wrote for public consumption was years ago so if POV is sloppy or nothing is capitalized or some of the sentence structure is strange: no it isnt 💕

THIS HAS TWO ENDINGS. neither of which are strictly happy, but one is bittersweet cuz i couldnt finish this until i came up with a "happier" ending.

There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that this was dangerous, sadly past trauma meant that Yuki was the only one 'brave' enough to do this. as the crew flew around in their ship, they had gotten a notification that there some damage to the exterior. Fuyu, who isn't at all the engineer, was on his way to see the damage. the actual engineer, some dude named Shiho, refused to fix the issue unless he knew more about what was wrong.

Fuyu understood his hesitation. they were passing by an asteroid storm right now. but they didn't know how bad the damage was, and they couldn't see it on any of the cameras either. the crew had no clue how bad it was and that's why they were sending Yuki out. if it was minor, they would wait until it was safer to fix it, if it was major, Shiho would take the tools he needed and fix it as fast as he could.

But they wouldn't know unless someone went to look. so Fuyu put on his spacesuit, double and triple checked the oxygen tank and once the necessary safety gear was attached, he was ready to head out. "Again, be fast but be safe, we'll be able to communicate through the walkie installed in the suit, if anything goes wrong, we'll pull you in fast as we can. just…. stay safe, be aware of your surroundings" Shiho rambles to Yuki, worry in his voice as Yuki silently nods along.

"I'll be quick, don't worry." Fuyu speaks aloud to reassure Shiho but also for himself. something in his gut just told him he shouldn't go out there, but he didn't really have much of a choice. resolve firmed Yuki steps forward into the airlock. the first door closing behind him as he does. he feels what he can only assume is a wave of anxiety wash over him as he stares at the second door, the vastness of space behind it.

when Fuyu first became an astronaut, it was because of his fascination with the stars, the way that it was so empty yet so full of life, energy. it was, literally, as far away from his mom as he could possibly be. but it was also so fulfilling, so fun. so why then was all that magic and joy missing? why was there anxiety in his gut? where was that usual excitement? Yuki found himself suddenly…unwilling.

he shakes his head. it's just a quick trip to check the hull and then right back inside. not giving himself more room to procrastinate he presses the airlock button and the door in front of him slowly starts to open. one hand firmly on his tether he works his way outside, maneuvering carefully to the area that's damaged. it wasn't super bad outside. the asteroids weren't too close to him, it felt safe this close to the ship but still he made sure to keep an eye out just in case.

meanwhile, out of sight a young angel watches, brows furrowed with concern, stress. she had hoped and done her best to send warnings but still Yuki had left the ship. Mizuki was beside herself. she had been put in charge of Yuki, she considered herself his guardian angel despite her having yet to pass the test to officially become a guardian. she was an observer right now. her job was to just watch, not intervene.

but she had… "borrowed" Yuki's book from his real guardian angel and knowing what she knew, how could she just watch? Yuki was going to die. it said so in the book. the book described every event from Yuki's life right down to when and how he brushed his teeth, there was a few possibilities for each choice he could make. but there was no avoiding this. there was no possibility of Yuki surviving this. once he stepped out his fate was as good as sealed.

but Mizuki couldn't accept that. she tried everything. even going as far as to try and influence his feelings. it didn't stop him, but it did alter the book. she groaned, watching closely as Yuki floated. part of her still hoped it wouldn't happen, but she knew that wasn't the case. helpless, she watched the young man, putting all her hopes into her heart Mizuki found herself passively wishing that she'd birth a miracle, right here, right now as she wandered off. things to do, places to see.

for Yuki, nothing had felt different, he was focused on his task, and almost to the damaged spot too. after a few more moments it comes into view. an asteroid had struck, not a big one, it seemed, but it had exposed some wiring on the side of the ship. Yuki presses a button on his collar and speaks "hey. I'm at the damage site. a small asteroid must have hit us, there's a panel missing, and some wiring exposed." there's a pause before Shiho's voice filters through the walkie.

"Got it. we can fix that once we're out of this asteroid storm. return to us." Yuki nods, though no one's around to see it and starts to follow the tether back. when he's about halfway there the ship shakes violently, bumping into Yuki, who stayed close to the hull, and sending him away from the ship. Yuki closes his eyes when the ship first shakes, gripping onto the tether the whole time. he slowly opens his eyes to see darkness.

the ship seems almost impossibly far. Yuki tugs on his tether and it goes taunt. whatever hit the ship sent him to the limits of his tether, he'd have to be careful. he pushes the button on his collar again "hey, what happened? are you guys okay? is the ship okay?" it takes a few moments for anyone to answer so while he waits Fuyu starts carefully guiding himself back to the other end of the tether.

to his relief the speaker on the walkie talkie sparks to life and a voice is heard "Yuki? good to hear your voice. the ship was hit by an asteroid, it knocked us off course but we're all safe. there's major damage to the hull now though… I'm going to have to try and fix that if we want to make it to our destination safely." Shiho's voice is hard to hear over the alarm in the background, there's others talking in the background. everyone must be worried.

"I'm on my way back" Yuki responds simply. "Stay safe" Shiho's response is short but it feels warm. sighing, Yuki starts on his way again, the ship growing closer as he moves. it feels like quicksand today, almost like space doesn't want to let him go. he does his best to move fast but it's hard to do so when you have no means of propelling yourself forward. Yuki isn't sure how long it takes before he's close to the ship but it feels like an hour.

it's probably been closer to 20 minutes. all of a sudden something out of the corner of his eye makes him freeze. eyes wide, heart stopped. slowly, his hand comes up to his collar and he presses the button "Shiho…. I... I don't think I can get back" it was moving too fast. the asteroid. He knew that if it was this close, there wasn't a thing he could do to avoid it. he hears Shiho respond. kind of. he definitely heard Shiho's voice, but the words were lost on him.

fear gripping his heart Yuki closes his eyes. he's never felt so scared so suddenly. he feels the asteroid more than anything, a perverse feeling of heat and cold consumes Fuyu. if this is what death is like at least its fast. after what feels like a lifetime the feeling leaves him. he slowly opens his eyes and is greeted by the darkness of space. distant stars shine in somewhere far off, but instead of relief at being alive all Yuki can process is dread.

the tether is cut. the tether is cut, and among all those stars, glittering and sparkling in this distance, is his ship. too far to reach, especially at the full mercy of space. not knowing what else to do. he laughs. it's a pain-stricken sound, gasping, sobbing, heart wrenching. all those times he thought 'I want to die' all those times he thought 'I want to disappear' he never could have imagined it would end like this.

he doesn't know how long he cries for, or how much time passed between his last contact. but like a fever dream, Shiho's voice is heard. panic and worry clear in the man's tone. "Yuki, Yuki! respond! fuck, say something!!! shit!" another laugh bubbles up, it's just so. funny. taking a breath, he steadies his breathing as much as he can before radioing in. "I'm… still here" a loud sigh is heard, and Yuki does his best to ground himself.

he'll need to be able to think if he wants to try and make it back. "I'm…sorry Yuki. we can't turn to come get you until I fix the hull. you should have about an hour of oxygen in the tank. I'm already on my way to fix it." Yuki chuckles, against his will. "No… I won't… the tether broke. you guys won't be able to find me." the line goes silent before Shiho responds again. It almost sounds like he's crying. "I'm…. really, really sorry, Yuki." Fuyu nods, it's no one's fault.

"One last request. Shiho... can you say to me; 'Mafuyu, you did a good job here.' and then…. can you disconnect my walkie from our closed circuit..?" It had been years since he so much as thought of his deadname, but he needed this. there's a long sigh from the other end of the line, but Shiho reluctantly complies. "Mafuyu, you did a good job here." there's a small pause as Shiho inhales, having more to say. "Thank you for your bravery, for everything you've done during this voyage. you'll be remembered with the highest honors…. captain and engineer Shiho Hinomori signing off" Fuyu whispers a small barely audible 'thank you' as the line goes dead for the last time.

it may have seemed cold or callused to just disconnect like that, but Shiho was the only other realist on the crew. he wouldn't try and comfort Yuki with false empty promises and reassurances. they both knew the odds of being able to get back the ship was really low, there was no point trying to deny that. but at lease he could have a bit of comfort as he accepts his fate. not having anything else today he 'lays down'.

letting himself just float in the nothingness of space. his face still wet with tears, unable to dry because of the space suit. Yuki finds himself wondering if, somehow, his mom knew something like this would happen. it makes him laugh a little, it's a dry, melancholy sound. his headaches a little. he's not sure if it's from the fit of hysterics or from lack of oxygen.

the stars become too painful after a few moments, their freedom and ability to thrive in this situation feeling almost mocking. he closes his eyes, waiting. for what? he's not sure. but maybe, for once, he'd be able to imagine. just an alternate world where things went right, where he didn't get lost in space. where he found happiness and love and just lived a boring life in a house he owned.

that's when he hears it. a voice as sweet as kittens, singing with power and intensity to rival the gets used to get him into space. the song is soothing, though he has no clue what language it is. it's comforting, warmth blooms slowly in his gut and creeps through his body. taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes. floating there, inches from his face was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

the sight of her alone was enough to steal his breath away, mesmerized by her. she had long pink hair that, to him, seemed to trail off into infinity, her body glowed with a soft light. she wore this milky pink colored dress that hugged her torso and ended with a frilly skirt. from her back sprouted a pair of huge wings, seeming to have glitter woven into the white feathers. Yuki didn't dare move, what if she was just a hallucination? what if interacting with her meant doom for him? not wanting to be alone again he stayed still and listened to her sing.

when her song was finished, she opened her eyes to reveal pink, glittering orbs that bore into him with a look of affection? or maybe admiration? "it's such a pleasure to meet you" the girl speaks, startling Fuyu out of his stupor. "My name is Mizuki, I'm... here to keep you company." for a while, Yuki says nothing. he only speaks when the smile starts to slip of Mizukis face, for some reason, he doesn't want her to be sad.

"Am…I going to die out here?" the question surprises even him. Mizuki hesitates for a long while, her voice tinged with sadness as she speaks.

"that's… what's fated, yes. but! I'm an angel!" she states this fact proudly, and for a moment Yuki feels a bit of hope. but. there's no way she's real. it's just a comforting hallucination in his last moments. there's no way angels could possibly be real. but he would humor this hallucination.

"So, you're going to save me?" Mizuki knew deep down that she shouldn't. she couldn't. not without offering up something in exchange. but the price would be so steep. she couldn't waste too much time, though. the longer she took the less time they had. but what could she do to save him? what could she give that would be enough to repay her disobedience?

"I…." her voice is hesitant. she has about less than 30 minutes. "I… yes. I'm here to save you" she smiles, her voice becoming more sure as she speaks- "I'm here to save you, Yuki. don't worry. help will come. until then, I'll sit with you." Mafuyu stares at her, not sure if she was being honest or not.

hell, he wasn't even sure if she was fucking real. this whole thing- it was insane. but hey, it was the end of his world. so, what the hell? letting out a soft sigh he reaches out to grasp at her hand. "Please don't go" he speaks. not sure if she can even hear him through his space suit. regardless, she grabs his hand and holds it tightly in both of hers. he watches as Mizuki closes her eyes again, singing another song. warmth envelopes Yuki once more and he smiles.

(Here is where the ending splits!!! You can stop here if youd prefer for this to be the canon ending. as for the actual endings themselves you can find ending one here and ending two here hope you enjoy!)

#project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #akiyama mizuki #mizuki akiyama #asahina mafuyu #mafuyu asahina #mafumizu #mizumafu #transfem mizuki #transmasc mafuyu #shiho hinomori #transmasc shiho #angst #heavy angst #fan fiction #fanfic #character death #implied character death

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deedoop · 2 years

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Asleep

CW: consentual somnophilia

Billy looks unreasonably pretty when he sleeps, lips parted, skin dewy with sweat. He looks like a fallen angel. Steve lays beside him, watches Billy moan and groan in his sleep, watches him shift. Steve cant help but grow hard in his boxers, just thinking of taking Billy like this. Taking his perfect sleeping beauty and waking him up with a massive cock rearranging his guts. He rubs himself, feeling his cock drip with pre and twitch with desire. He wants to breed the sleeping man next to him, use him as a personal fleshlight. Billy shifts again, his legs spreading slightly. Steve bites his lip..the bed creaks with his movement as he moves to kneel behind Billy. Billy who is laying on his belly, ass hanging out of red boxers. He looks so ripe for the taking.

With a shaking hand he massages the two globes of flesh, spreading them to look at that gorgeous pink hole. His breath catches in his throat, he cant believe hes doing this. He spits onto the fluttering hole, Billy barely moving, but once Steve slowly presses two fingers in, Billy is burying his face into the sheets, moaning out all whispery. It goes straight to Steves dick. Hes fingering Billy as he sleeps, his heart pounds with the utter wrongness of this situation. Steve feels like a freak, not even Jonathan would do this.

He spread his fingers, stretching the greedy hole before him. Even sleeping Billy was such a slut. "Ungh.." Groaned the sleeping body before him. Steve paused, stilling, didnt want Billy to wake, atleast not yet. He pulled out his fingers, wet with spit. He couldnt help himself as he sucked on them, tasted Billy's insides. Fuck if he didnt fuck Billy now he might cum all over just from his taste.

He quickly spit in his hand, stroking it over his cock before lining up with Billy. Fuck..he was doing this. He was really going to do this. The tip pressed against the entrance, his cock so big he had to shove it in. That woke Billy up. "Huh..? Ssteve?" He slurred, sleep in his voice, "What are you-" Steve quickly buried himself to the hilt, fucking into him with brutal pace, fucking up into his guts with his monster cock. Billy's eyes were wide, a high pitched confused moan clicking out of his throat. He had to cling onto the sheets, bury his head into his pillow, crying out as Steve took advantage of him.

"Youre mine Billy." Came a soft whisper pressed to the shell of his ear. "I can take you whenever I want, youre mine to fuck." Billy shuddered out a gasp, his own cock hard and dragging with every thrust against the now sticky sheets. "You like that princess? Like that I can just take you?" Steve growled. Billy nodded quickly because God being Steve's fuck toy sounded like the best thing in the world.

Steves thrusts only got harder, got faster. All Billy could do was just sit there and take it, his hitching gasps had turned into full on wails. "Stevie! Fuck youre so big!" The brunette laughed, "Shhh princess just relax." He was getting close, chasing after his orgasm. It was Billy who pushed him over the edge, Billy cumming with a long pathetic mewl, squeezing and wringing the orgasm out of Steve who filled Billy til he was leaking. Steve's exhausted body fell forward, pulling Billy close. He couldn't believe he did that.."You okay Bills?" He whispered. Billy's lidded eyes just looked at him, his lips a thoughtful smirk. "Im just mad it took you six months to finally go through with my idea." Steve rolled his eyes, going to insult and tease, but Billy was dead asleep before he could utter a world. "Gonna kill me Billy." He snorted quietly, burying his face into his chest.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #lemon #writing

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montys-mortuary · 2 years

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Blasphemy (Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader) Pt. 3

A/N: hello again, readers! Its time to get fluffy in this part. Why? Because I have a lack of basic affection in my life and im starved for it. Enjoy!

TW: Blood, Needles, graphic stitching of a wound, non-con removal of clothes, non-con touching(?)

Thomas gets you all cleaned and stitched up from Hoyt's hammer assult on you from earlier.

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Laying on old dirty sheets, staring up at the wooden ceiling, your eyes tracing cracks and leaks within the beams, you prop yourself up slightly to watch Thomas look around a moment, then eyeing your calf. It was still dripping a chrimson red, making you a little light-headed at this point. He grunted to himself and turned to the door, hesitating a moment before dissapearing. Your captor seemed oddly trusting that you won't run the second he's gone. Or rather, maybe it's because he knows you can't.

He returns a few moments later with some supplies. A bowl of what looks to be cloudy water with a wash cloth draped over the side of the cracked piece of kitchenware, a rather large, curved needle, a thick black thread attached to it, and a sort of thick wooden dowel. More like a piece of discarded scrap wood. Your eyes widened and watched him intently, noticing he wouldnt dare make eye contact with you. You were weakened too much at this point, making it apparent that you couldnt fight back as much as you wanted to.

He set the supplies to the side before rolling you over on your stomach. You winced at his touch, a throbbing pain still present throughout your body. He reached for the bowl of water, and you watched closely as he balled the wash cloth up into one of his massive hands, water dripping through his fingers, down his knuckles, and back into the bowl it came from. He glanced over in your direction, huffing slightly as he placed the warm face cloth on your forehead. You flinched a moment, and he withdrew, but only slightly, before beginning to gently wipe down your face. You looked up at him quizzically. Just a few minutes ago, this man was about to gut you like a fish, and now he was washing your face? What a turn of events, you chuckled to yourself.

He worked his way around, wringing out the soiled cloth when needed, the murky water soon turning a washed-out grey-red as your blood came off your face. He was careful to wipe away around your hair line, your eyebrows, your jaw. You took the time to study his features as he tended to you. Realizing just how handsome your captor was. What? What were you thinking? God, (y/n), are you developing Stockholm syndrome?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when he set the bowl aside, and picked up the piece of wood. He handed it in your direction, and you blinked at him. He didnt look at you until he realized you weren't going to take the object from him. He placed his hand firmly on your jaw, earning a rather rough moan to escape you. He used his fingers to part your lips, your face radiating a sudden heat on your cheeks. He placed the wooden piece between your teeth, using his now free hand to close your jaw so you'd bite down on it. He reached over and grabbed the needle, pulling the black thread taut before leaning over you for better access to the open wound on your leg.

Your (e/c) eyes widened again with pure fear radiating from them once it clicked in your head what he was about to do. The giant inhaled deeply, exhaling with a shakey breath. Your muffled pleas went unheard as the needle plunged into your flesh, prying itself out the other side. You screamed through your teeth, shrill and sudden, but he kept going, stitching up your wound with precision. The shrieks of pain echoed off the walls of the room, and your body went rigid, your vision becoming blurred as tears spilled from your eyes. Your sobbing was loud and your chest heaved as you fought against the pain, balling the stained sheets in your fists.

Thomas tied off the thread and leaned in, severing it cleanly with his teeth. He reached for the wash cloth again, wringing it out before lightly wiping away the blood, both dried and fresh from your wound, making sure you were cleaned. He took a scrap piece of fabric he had on hand out of his back pocket and wrapped your newly stitched wound to the best of his abilities. It wasn't the prettiest, but it did the job. You exhale shakily, attempting to collect yourself. He pulled the piece of wood from your mouth, bite marks sunken into it. He finished wiping you down, careful to make sure he doesnt cause you any more pain than nessecary.

He paused a moment before sitting you up, roughly grabbing the hem of your shirt. Your face flushed, and you gasped, hands on his immediately. He grunted slightly, obviously stronger than you, and ignored your protest, stripping your shirt from your body and discarding it. You covered your chest with your arms, obviously embarassed that this...this Stranger had just exposed you to the cool air. He cleaned the washcloth once again before starting between your shoulder blades, working his way down your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. He slowed at the small of your back, taking extra care, running his hand along your hips before moving his way to your stomach. He wiped away the days grime and blood, up past your navel, and stopped at where your arms blocked your chest.

You hesitated, but didnt have time to think before he grabbed your small wrists, pulling your hands to your side and exposing your bare chest to him. You looked away in embarassment, your teeth gritted, but he seemed indifferent to the situation. He rung out the wash cloth one more time before placing it softly between your breasts, wiping over them in a slightly rough manor causing a stifled gasp to come from you. This didnt bother him, however. The task was to clean you up, and that is exactly what he was doing.

Once he was finished, he moved to the button of your shorts, when you stopped him.

"I-I'll do this. Just...can I have a little privacy?" You asked sheepishly, your hand absentmindedly grasping his.

He let out a low grunt before standing to his feet, his hands fidgiting as he walked out. You sighed and struggled to discard your shorts and underwear, finding it a difficult task to do painlessly. Once you had managed to strip down entirely, you wiped yourself clean and laid on your back, your (s/c) skin exposed to the stale air around you.

You hear large footsteps lumbering up the stairs to where you sat, and you grabbed the nearest sheet to you and covered your body. Thomas had returned, a piece of clothing in his hand. It looked to be a dress. A dirty, off-white, speckled with a sunflower pattern. He tossed it into your lap before turning and heading back downstairs. You wondered why, all of a sudden, this massive mountian of a man, this...this monster, was suddenly taking care of you, instead of skinning you alive. You sighed, just thankful that you were still on this earth. For now.

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas brown hewitt #tommy hewitt #the texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre 2006 #SELF CARE FOR A TOUCH STARVED LADY #self indulgence time #self indulgence babey #slasher #slasher community #slasher smut #slasher fanfiction

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dballzposting · 2 years

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How much do you think Trunks missed Goten during GT?

He was up there in space and he didnt want to be a downer so he never said it outloud but occasionally while he was steering the ship for long periods of time in complete solitude he would think about how if they failed then the earth and the whole universe would be fucked and before their imminent demise he would have to live with Goku and Pan on some planet somewhere, or die early trying to fight whatever beast was inevitably coming their way. And well that thought just sort of sucked.

He missed everybody and everything but he missed Goten specifically in the way that cool shit would happen and he had nobody to tell it to :( he couldnt just pull out his phone and be like "Hey Goten. Youre never gonna believe this. There was this frog guy and he tried to marry me. Yeah MARRY ME. Yeah I had to dress up as a bride but it was okay because it spared a real woman from an arranged marriage with that big green thing. Yeah it was righteous of me. Yeah and then we got a dragon ball and then this OTHER GUY SHOWED UP and STOLE IT. Yeah and now we're chasing those guys. Yeah uh huh. yeah I'll let them know you said that. Yeah for sure. Okay. Take care. Bye man."

Again he didnt want to be a downer but he really missed the little things about home .... all the room to walk around in .... the nice meals ..... the sound of his mother tinkering in one of the many garages .... the sound of his father fucking shit up in the gravity chamber ..... the peace of his office (which he normally hated).... his sister's stupid Nintendogs game that she always played at full volume .....the way that he could exist without being subjected to a gas leak all day..... The sound of Goten pissing really hard in the urinal next to him (with his pants on the floor ass fully bare) and he would piss so hard that it was to the point where Trunks would often take the next urinal down becasue he was afraid of splashback .... sighhhhh.

Anyway he makes a best friend out of Giru so it's not a big deal. He comes home and is like "Hey Goten meet my new best friend" and Goten is like "haha you mean like your SPACE Best Friend right? Like the guy who is your best friend when youre space traveling but not all the time right....Your spaceship buddy right" and Trunks is like "Nope. This is my new best friend Giru :D" and then he kisses the robot deeply and with passion on its glass face and Goten is flooded with a toxic amount of jealousy so fast that his muscles and bones begin to melt and he starts shaking and he goes "haha well gimme a minute i gotta go blast ass real quick...i'll be back..." and then he runs to the bathroom and pukes his guts out.

Later he assumes that it was all a misunderstanding so he goes to talk to Trunks again and he overhears him talking to the robot and Trunks says "Youre a much better best friend than Goten. You dont pee or spit at me and you never smell like dog food. You only smell like metal and burning wires and sometimes chrome polish, and I'm into it. And you're quiet when you sleep and you actually listen to me when I talk. Also, you've forgiven me for when I had space madness and I kept trying to breastfeed you. If that were Goten instead he never would have let me live it down. He would probably keep trying to get me to do it again honestly. And honestly Giru, I would do that again for you because I have fond memories. And I love that you eat the spare nuts and screws and wires that end up at the bottom of my bags and on my floors because I dont know what to do with them otherwise. You're a real friend Giru. I love you" and again Goten has to run and limp and fall down the hall to throw up in the Capsule Corp shitters.

and idk maybe they make up. Maybe Trunks is like “Im sorry Goten I was wrong. I miss you and all of your weird smells. I miss how your flesh is fleshy and notably not metallic and how it’s wet but sometimes it’s dry instead. And I miss how you would make me do fun things with you rather than let me work on machines all day. You know Giru really just sat on my desk and watched me file papers all of Thursday and I hated it. And I miss peeing at the urinal with you. Giru doesnt pee. GIRU DOESNT PEE ! I miss you man. I’m sorry”

um this isnt what you were asking about...

#dballz posting #dballz asks #Goten & Trunkz

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thetruecthulhu9 · 2 years

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Also Souls and swords

Percy was slumped at the base of a grand ash tree, hand clutched to the gaping wound in his side. He would die. He had always known this is how he would die, even within his delusions of domesticity, his dreams of a quiet life in a world annabeth had crafted for him and everyone like them, a city where their parents would be free to visit them, to be the mothers and fathers they were and longed to be. Percy knew he would always die in a growing pool of his own blood, growing from under him as his body desperately snatched water, from the plants, the animals, even the atmosphere around him.

There was one thing about his death that surprised him, and truly would’ve shocked his younger self, and that was his age. To be seen as a decrepit old man, seemingly in his late 90’s, but reaching closer to 300 years. Nothing could stop age, other than his uncle’s word, but the ichor running through his veins fought it to the last, keeping him as spry as he was in his twenties, healthy enough to best a titan once again, the memory of driving his bone sharpened thumbs into Hyperion’s throat, tearing though skin and spilling golden blood, even while a spear grew in his gut, rupturing organs and cracking bone was fresh in his mind. But in the shade of dense forest, his enemy did not have His domain reaching back when He pulled on it, and had crumbled to a fine gold powder.

Percy wasn’t truly thankful for his death, but he would not begrudge Thanatos for taking his soul, he had made the god of death wait long enough and the only mortal left to mourn him was Thalia. The thought of the huntress brought a contemplative frown to his face, there was something he had promised to do when he died, although the voice he had sworn to wasn’t particularly happy about it, if he recalled.

The voice had receded in his mind as of recent years. It was once again unwelcome, with his young mind being too weak to sustain connection and his aged one proving to be too perilous, but even half a century couldnt erase the connection between percy and the voice in his sword.

He let go of the wound in his chest, the attempt to stem the blood flow was one doomed for failure regardless, and stretched out for the pommel of analkumos, hooking the hilt with two gnarled fingers, and dragged it into his feeble grip.

Percy cradled it to his wounded side and began to direct the blood that had been pooling around him into the blade itself. The bronzing liquid was eaten greedily, the blade had tasted a halfblood’s life before, but never from one as overflowing with energy as percy. There was no steady stream, but a continuous tidal wave of it, always feeding into the blade, that lasted half an hour atleast. By this point the blade had been transformed into a pulsating mass, a bronze membrain surrounding a body littered in stars. Percy smiled as he saw the figure. He had watched her death, it was somehow fitting that he would bare witness to her rebirth.

Percy watched passively as the girl opened her eyes and began to panic, thrashing about in her flesh like prison. He sat and stared as she began to smack and push against the walls, before smiling when she finally broke the seal, having caught it with the corner of a young nail. Plasma spilled out, pulling the girl with it as if someone had allowed a balloon to rupture, and the child reborn reached as she braced herself on the woodland ground. Percy chuckled at the sight.

“I told thee that this were nay an option perseus! I refuse to live in exchange for you!”

Percy smiled faintly, his life truly on the brink of leaving him “I dont… dont believe i had much of a choice”

Percy’s eyes fluttered shut as he finished the sentence, in a facsimile of sleep. The girl scoffed at his body, assuming he had faked it to end the conversation, before the silence unnerved her enough to check his pulse,

“No… no no nonononono!” She started to pump on his chest, throwing all her weight behind it, shoulders starting to ache as the force she was exerting pulled at her young muscles and ligaments, “no, thou cannot be dead perseus! You. I… I’m not ready for you to be dead” the girl began to sob, leaning over his slowly cooling body, his soul long gone and his chest gaping. She stayed in that position until a young voice called out to her from behind, a panicked warble in her voice.

“Zoe?”

#Percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #zoe nightshade #Cthulhu writes

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seldomscilence16 · 1 year

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Its mermay, its the day of my burth, and Im determined to post this dang it.

So Heres a fanfic that I pulled out of nowhere and everywhere and the hole.

It was a tossup of which fandom to use, but eventually it fell to this, (thanks to my friend for picking a number) but let me know if you'd like to see something else if you like it!

Voltron Fantasy esc au!

(Ps; a picture of a fish with a bite taken out of it inspired some of this so... yeah)

(And you can thanks autisticlancemcclain for the brown-eyed lance. )

(Pps guess who found out how to cut her posts? *insert that weird double chin face crinkling grin*)

Stars reflected off the water and cast moving shapes along the sand in beautiful light. A tan hand reaches out, but like always, the light simply dances, out of reach and teasing. A sigh heaves from the figure sprawled on the sand, tail fin curling lazily in the shallow water. He knows he should continue on, should get further away from shore.

He's so tired.

Tired of living on the run, of hiding, just… tired.

He rubs at his face and forces himself to turn, to swim further out, to ignore the call of the moon and continue on his way. He reminds himself he truly can't dally long, not if he wishes to stay ahead, and free. Or as free as one can be when you look over your shoulder as often as he does. He should be used to it by now, being alone and terrified and tired, it's been years since…

"Come on Lance. Can't even think it?!" He groans and pulls at his hair at his own brain's stupidity.

Whatever, he just needed to keep going. He'd find safety someday, everything would come to a head and finally end eventually, and then it will all have been worth it. It had to be… after everything they'd done and everything they lost, it had to have been worth it…

Something shifts the water around him, knocking against his own currents, he tenses, going into high alert mode. His insides feel coiled tight, warring on whether to fight or flee. He's never one to coward away, but unlike popular opinions of him, he was not an idiot incapable of knowing when someone has him beat. Lance slows his breath, trying to hone in on the threat through his senses. The current comes again, behind him a little to the left, larger mass than his own, going slower than he had been. But that meant nothing in the grand scheme, this could very well be something with the speed of a sailfish or worse, Lance couldnt underestimate it.

He swallowed thickly, he needed to think about this carefully. Swimming away at top speeds could make him prey if this was simply something looking for food. On the other hand, should this be the very reason for his life on the run, not booking it could very well mean another nightmare to escape. And in the unlikely chances of this being just a passerby, Lance could exert himself for no reason and make himself vulnerable. Whatever it is is only getting closer, Lance had to do something now.

A deep centering breath, he pulls one hand through the water, the other forming a strong hold, a familiar glow appears as a curved shape takes form. His stance is second nature, his hold firm and steady, his movements fluid. He takes his aim, somewhere behind him not quite towards the threat, but close enough, it will tell him all he needs to know. On his exhale, faster than most eyes can track, a projectile lands home. The rock formation explodes, the threat stops, for one moment, two, the currents pick up and Lance bolts.

At the very least, he supposes they are not quite as fast as him, but they did not flee. Lance could have stayed and fought, but something in his (over paranoid but usually right) gut, told him not to. While he couldn't tell you exactly what his gut was thinking, it hadn't told him to fight. And that was enough for him to-

He changes directions, using a coral formation to propel himself to the left. A steady chant of curses goes through his brain as he pushes himself to go faster.

Two.

There were two quiznacking threats now. He shouldn't have stopped, he should have found a hiding spot or… he shouldn't have stopped. How had he missed them? One was practically leading him to the other. He was screwed unless he could somehow lose them but the chances of that in such open water with like no activity?? Quiznak! Seriously Lance, only you.

Something flies past him, skimming by too close for comfort, a heat, a sizzle. His mind reminds him of that numb feeling unhelpfully, he doesn't need reminders of why he should avoid those. So he had been right, the threats were threats, and once again, he was quiznaking screwed!!

He twirls to avoid another shot, wracking his brain desperately for a plan. Any plan, come on brain, it had to be easier to evade this than to escape later! He does another sharp turn, anything to make it more difficult for them, but he knows he can't keep up this speed forever. He was running on low to begin with, he needed to think of something now!

A dark mass is in front of him, not there one second, solid the next. He crashes hard, bouncing off in a daze and sinking as he tries to regain his senses. Something metallic in the water tells him he's bleeding- did he bite his lip or hurt his nose?- his head spins as his breath heaves in too quick a rhythm. Something wraps around his throat, claws digging far too close to a gill, it's enough to restart his adrenaline, as he struggles and claws at the appendage. Still it takes a moment for his eyes to truly take in what's before him.

A monster. One of Haggar's creations, he recognized it from a past battle- it's not a new one, she cant make anymore she- how was he supposed to fight off three threats alone!? When one usually takes all-

He'd have to… or die trying…

His tail glows- this thing is disgusting it has a hole what the heck why isn't it dead ohdiosmiomaybeitishesscrewed- and he lashes out quick as a whip, the grip loosens and Lance breaks away. The other two threats have arrived behind him, left over soldiers from an empire slowly buckling but ever so fricken loyal, he's surrounded. From the looks of it, capture is now an option, and one they don't seem keen on choosing.

This would be Lance's final battle.

He can't see the moon from here, or the stars, but he sends a prayer anyhow. That his friends are safe. That this war can end. That it's not all for naught. That his precious Blue will find a worthier Paladin.

Light builds around his hand, taking the form of his namesake. He would go down fighting then, and hopefully take some with him.

~i'm sorry I suck at fight scenes~

Ragged breathes through parted lips, blood twirling as it meets the water, bubbles as he twirls his lance. The soldiers were down, floating lifelessly and making his stomach clench, but the monster seemed unaffected. It truly looked undead- a hole in its side, tears and worn down flesh- but perhaps it simply rotted as Haggar's magic faded, its mission the last thing it can comprehend.

His tail reminds him with every move that it has taken damage that needs attention. His torso aches with bruises and burns and cuts, his gills are overworked and tired as his heart. Much more and he'll keel over, his vision already blurs, he can't push through much longer.

The monster lashes out, a black line of numbing heat that Lance throws himself out of the way of. His lance changes to a bow and he lets loose a flurry of projectiles, he growls as they each hit home on his large target, but seem nothing more than a nuisance. The thing's arm cuts through the water and sends a current strong enough to knock him back. He rolls and slams into a convenient rock, oxygen lost as he finds the sandy ocean floor- when did they get so low?

Lance's head protests as he moves to get up, but the monster is already there, pinning Lance to the rock, slamming him into it every couple seconds. His strength is leaving him, his head aches something fierce, and his vision is dotted in black. This was the end. He'd tried, made new holes in un-bleeding flesh- was it flesh? Seaweed? Magic clay?- defeated two more soldiers, but he couldn't persevere. There was no coming back from this one, Lance the Blue Paladin, would be no more. And his last image would be a melting faced rage monster.

His eyelids waver closer and closer together, ready to join the light of the moon, when a literal light flashes instead. It's jarring enough to make his eyes pop open, a green and yellow swirl that hits the monster dead center and sends him flying. Lance hits the sand again, too weak to do much else but watch his blood mix with the water and multicolored blasts hit the monster.

They were so familiar too, strong yellow, clever green, fierce red, brave purple, uniting pink, calming orange… huh…

A hand cups his cheek, he..hadnt meant to close his eyes, blue meets brown and why is that so important?

".e……Lance…….…okay…"

Accent, soothing, familiar, safe.

"Is..okay?" Another, rougher but comforting and…

"..'s..ay buddy…ot you."

He forces his eyes to focus if even for just a moment, and the blurred colors become familiar figures, friends, his family. Voltron. How had they found him? They hadn't been meant to meet yet, not until it was safe for the lions to return. 'Safe' hummed in the back of his mind, a wave of comfort that had tears springing to his eyes.

"It's okay now Lance, we got you."

Hands are oh so careful as they lift him, tails supporting his own as they pull him through the water. He glimpses floating chunks and swallows the bile that rises in his throat. They'd gotten it then.

"You did good Lance, without your arrows I don't think our attack would have worked." Was Shiro reading his mind??

"Coran should have a pod ready, he swam faster than a duflax when he saw what state you were in." Allura assures, eyeing him worriedly.

"Thanks…for coming guys." So strange to talk to them, when he hadn't in so long not since they got split up, and went into hiding. "Never thought i'd see you again." He admits quietly, tears floating from his eyes.

"Nope, not thinking like that ever again." Hunks' own tears joined, though he suppressed his sobs so as not to jostle Lance.

"Youre home now, you made it."

#fic #voltron legendary defender #angst #mermay #au #langst #blood mentions #short #happy ending #team as family #found family #brown-eyed Lance

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