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fairy-angel222 · 3 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men begging and making you give them one more, pumping you full of their cum in the process

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎, 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: smut, breeding, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praise, belly bulge, begging, dub con themes, overstimulation, mean! toji, whiny! choso, soft! nanami

✮ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Nng Satoru— no more, ‘s too much.” you mewled, your legs high on Gojo’s shoulders as he fucked deep into you, toned hips slamming against the underside of your thighs loudly.

“Please princess. Fuck. Please take it,” he groaned, “Take it f’ me yeah? Need it s’ bad— shit- my pretty pussy.” His breaths speeding up along with his thrusts. “Doing so well.”

You could only let out a loud cry, your back arching when you felt Gojo’s cock hitting perfectly into your g spot. Hammering the gummy spot till you were seeing stars, vision blurred and your grip on the sheets tightening. “Satoru, oh fuck— nnngh,”

“There’s my good girl— you can do it princess. You’re almost there, fuck. Just one more f’ me.” he breathed.

Gojo smirked at your state underneath him, your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in short screams that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Your face stained with both drool and tears as you were fucked into your 6th orgasm no doubt.

“That’s it princess. Last one okay? Took it so well, fuck. Love ya so much.” He grunted, thrusts sloppy as he brought you both to the edge. Bringing his hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive clit making you squirm back with a loud mewl.

“Nuh uh— sensitive,” you cried, your puffy eyes meeting Gojo’s stern ones. Your chest heaving as Gojo kept up his torture, pussy spasming around his girth.

“Cum for me baby, let it all out.” he coaxed, letting out long breaths as his eyes closed. Feeling you squirt around his cock with a cry of his name. “Hmm, so good f’ me. Gonna cum in ya now kay?”

Stuffing his twitching cock as far as it could reach, his hips still as he let himself spill inside you. Moaning at the way your pussy drank it all while you moaned at how full it made you.

Gojo leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

✮ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“S-Suguru— wait, no more.” you whimpered, Geto flipping your body so that you were laying flat on your chest, hands gripping the sheet as he rolled his hips into you from on top. “‘S too much Suguru.”

Geto only hummed, his thrusts hard and picking up its pace as he brought his lips to your neck. “Oh c’mon sweet thing, where’s the fun in that. Just take it yeah?”

You let out a loud cry, feeling your boyfriend grinding meanly into your gummy spot. His hips slamming against your ass noisily as he fucked you deep. “It’s just one more i promise.” he groaned, “One more and you’re done for the night.”

His cock bullying its way even deeper into your heat with his hot breath on your skin. A string of mewls falling past your lips and your grip on his sheets tightening, your eyes tearing up as your back arched under him.

“Ahh— Suguru.”

Geto let out a deep grunt, “Look at you, taking it like a good girl f’ me. Fuck,”

Your body trembled with a choked scream, broken whimpers filling the air as Geto fucked you past the edge. Feeling a pool of heat building in your core as your toes curled. “Suguru— nngh, ‘m close,”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweet thing?” he cooed, thrusts getting rough and sloppy as he approached his release. “Fuck, ‘m close too baby, gonna fill you up so good.”

Your moans were shaky when your pussy tightened around him, your lips parting in heavy breaths and your eyes rolling back as you came, spraying messily onto the sheets below.

Geto swallowed hard at the sight. “Shit, so fucking hot.” Slowing his thrusts until he was giving his final grinds against your ass. His thick cock twitching against your walls before spurts after spurts of the sticky substance filled you up.

“There we go.”

✮ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“Choso baby— i don’t think i can take it.” you moaned, your boyfriend’s hands locked tightly around you as he rut his hips into your tightness.

“You’ve gotta take it, i need you to.” he whimpered, “Please, please, please take it. ‘M so close again.” His thrusts hard and uncoordinated as his balls slapped messily onto your skin. Lewd squelching sounds filling the room as Choso fucked himself to release.

“Ahh— Choso, ‘s so much.” you cried out, your boyfriend’s long dick fucking into your sensitive walls, sending shivers through your shaking body.

“It’s just one more, please,” he whined, “you can take one more, you’ve done it before.” Refusing to let you go as he lost himself in the feeling of your perfect pussy wrapped around him.

You mewled when Choso found a way to speed up his pace even more, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting close.

“O-oh nng— are you close too baby? Please tell me you’re close,” he cried, “Need to cum in you so bad.” His thrusts sloppy as the throb of his cock intensified, squeezing you tighter into him with a loud moan.

“H-hahh,” you breathed, your chest heaving as you felt yet another orgasm washing over you. You would never get a break at this point, Choso was just too lost in it. “Mhm, ‘m close.”

Choso smiling into your skin while slamming his cock deep past your slippery walls, both of you filling the room with your noises as you creamed his cock with shaky legs and curled toes.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Choso mewled, thrusts slowing down as he spilled all his cum into your insides.

✮ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“Tojiii— i can’t, no more.” you sniffled. Your face down and your ass up with both your hands held tightly behind your back with one of his.

“Yes you can.” the man grunted, “you can fucking take it and you’re going to fucking take it.” His eyes dark as he slammed hard into your tight pussy, his girth stretching you out while you clenched down on him.

“But Tojiii— ‘s too much,” your cries had already turned to sobs. Fat tears drenching your face as you were rocked roughly into the mattress. Your body trembling as you lay tiredly, Toji being the only thing forcing you to stay on your knees.

“No buts doll.” He warned, “Told you to take it, so take it. You hear me?” Watching as you nodded with a cry, your eyes closing in loud mewls when Toji began pulling your ass back onto his cock together with his thrusts.

“Ahh— Toji ‘m close, ‘s so sensitive.” you moaned, your stomach tightening as you neared what seemed like your 10th orgasm. Unable to go against the movement of toji fucking you into the sheets. “Nngh, ‘m so close Tojii.”

“See that? Not so hard to be a good girl now is it? This is your last one kay doll?” his thrusts never slowing down as he neared his release, cock fucking directly into your spot pulling a choked scream out of you.

Your toes curling and your vision going white as everything fell apart.

“There we go. Fucking cum for me.”

Your body shook as you came, the orgasm painfully pleasurable as your pussy gushed onto him. Toji letting out a low whistling at how hard you clenched down. “My turn.”

A smirk on his face as he fucked sloppily into you, his duck twitching at the recoil of your ass before he was bottoming out with a loud groan. Painting your walls a creamy white.

“Look at that, all that whining and you still took it well hmm?”

✮ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Kentoo— i don’t think i have another one in me.” you mewled, your legs aching as Nanami bounced you on his cock. His hands on your waist with yours wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yes you do sweetheart. Been knowing this body of yours for years. That sweet little pussy can take it.” he reassured, bouncing you up and down so delicately until you were moaning his name, nails digging into the top of his back.

“Kento,”

Nanami smiled, “See? There you go. Just take it for me.” Speeding up the pace in which he slammed your tight pussy down fully on his cock. Thick mushroom tip bulging lightly in your stomach as your pussy tried to take his girth.

“O-oh Kento— nngh,” you cried out, your head dizzy as it fell back, the painful sensitivity turning into pure ecstasy as you were guided to ride the man underneath you. “Kento, mmm, ‘m getting close.” you whimpered.

Nanami’s lips kissing up your chest, then up your neck until he reached your face. Placing soft pecks all over your face. “So damn pretty. Gonna cum on my cock again sweetheart?”

Your back arching as you nodded, “Mhm,”

Nanami could feel his breathing speeding up as your wet pussy brought him to near his release as well. Groaning loudly when he began guiding your hips with no rhythm, his fat tip grazing every corner of your insides before piercing deep.

A loud string of moans being pulled out of you when you felt yourself about to let go. “Ah, Kento— ‘s so good,” you mewled, “gonna cum.” Grinding your hips back and forth to stimulate your already sensitive clit.

“Let it out sweetheart, cum for me. Such a good girl.” Watching as you came with a silent scream, your mouth hung open as your pussy formed a sopping creamy ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” Nanami grunted, “Gonna cum deep in you sweetheart.” His grip on your hips tightening as he held you flush on his hips. A loud moan falling past your lips when ropes of his hot cum were pumped deep in you.

“What did i tell you, you could take it.”

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tobiogf · 3 years

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦

kageyama

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genre: do i gotta say? with a bit of angst... you and kageyama are stuck in a locker room together on a cold, winter night...

the proximity was dizzying and and tobio was half sure he was losing his mind right there, with you pressed against him, shivering in the cold, your hair tickling his nose and poisoning him with the lust-inducing scent of you. he saw you slip both hands between your legs, pressing your thighs together and humming to pass the time. tobio merely gulped down a lump in his throat and glanced away, overwhelmed suddenly by the heavy feeling of being weighed down by drenched clothes.

“u-um . . .” you began to say and tobio’s heart lurched into his throat, hammering away like there was no tomorrow. “are you seriously hard right now?”

pushing down the furious blush that was currently fighting its way to his pallid cheeks, tobio remained as stoic as ever. “you’re sitting directly on top of my dick and i’m only human.”

crinkling your nose, you averted your gaze and seemed to be shifting away from him. the slightest gap between your bodies was exploited by a gust of cold air that had tobio stiffen up almost instantly and clutch at your hips without intending to.

you gasped softly at the way his hands sought after you, or rather, sought after the warmth of your body. tobio didn’t say anything, knowing his words were always miscalculated -- caused trouble in the past and would continue causing trouble wherever he spoke.

you were also human and tobio was reminded of that when you’d shifted again slightly, this time to face him and the plume of white air leaving your mouth had warmed his lips, your eyes locked on his. how were you so beautiful, in the dark, cheeks dotted pink and crisp from the cold, shooting nostalgia and regret into that stone-cold chest of his.

and it hit him again that you two were no longer together and the way he was looking at you right now was the way only two people who were in love could look at each other. and you two were not in love.

“don’t take this as an opportunity to kiss me,” tobio warned you, tilting his head back to put a bit of distance between his face and yours.

“oh, sorry. I must’ve gotten the wrong idea when you were rubbing your dick in my ass,” you murmured, lowering your own head so that you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

“i’m just trying to stay warm!” tobio protested, feeling the unwanted heat rise to his cheeks once again. you kept squirming above him, making it quite difficult for tobio to sit still. he gulped again, releasing a breath before trying to change his position in an effort to alleviate your discomfort.

but you winced -- and then whimpered at his actions and kageyama clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip, delirious from the cold, and your body. “t-tobio, stop,” you hissed, suddenly sliding off of him and turning around to face him, your arms flying up to wrap around your shivering body.

tobio’s cheeks burned and it was an uncomfortable contrast to the frigidness of the rest of his body. “sorry,” he mumbled, barely looking at your face. “i don’t know how else to stay warm other than to huddle with each other... hinata and i did it all the time in tokyo when it was cold...”

the frown on your face lifted slightly as you continued to stare at him. “i’m not hinata...” you said quietly. “it’s different... with... us...”

“yeah, i know...” tobio responded with equal aggravation. he really didn’t want to be having a conversation like this with you right now. he was too tired. and too cold.

“you seem a lot colder than me,” you observed and although tobio wasn’t looking in your direction, he thought he might’ve heard the way your lips formed a small smile. “here, see...” you reached out to touch his hands and tobio’s palms immediately invited the warmth of yours before you removed them again. his eyes fluttered up to look at you as you moved toward him, your hands now on his neck, warming up the skin there while he gazed up at you in awe.

in this moment, tobio felt responsible to say something, interfere with your actions that were sure to cause collateral damage in the near future once you warmed up and regained your senses.

but how could he even speak when the heat of your palms was now raising goosebumps on the bare skin beneath his shirt... and then sliding into his pants.

tobio felt his chest rise with a heavy breath as your hand cupped him between his legs, head falling back against the wall and fingers curled against the freezing floor as he stared wide eyed at you.

“w-what’re you doing?” he asked with a clenched jaw as you continued palming him over his boxers.

“just trying to keep you warm,” you whispered and a moment later, your movements ceased, causing tobio to drop his chin and glance wonderingly into your glazed over eyes. “shit... i shouldn’t be doing this—”

a second’s realization told tobio that you were planning on abandoning your intentions and stopping there, disregarding his throbbing dick beneath your hand. before you could tug it out of his trousers, tobio’s fingers quickly curled around your wrists, keeping you in place and biting his lip in anticipation and, admittedly, sheer desperation — to stay warm, of course.

“don’t you dare stop,” he muttered to you in a blurry sense of mind. your eyes grew wide with his statement, hand pressing down on him and eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

moments later, you had lowered your head, tobio’s jeans unzipped and tugged down, his hand gripping your hair as your mouth worked quick over his hardness. tobio had never been too loud but the emptiness of the locker room caused his low grunts and moans to echo against the walls and ring against his ears, making his heart speed up as it heightened the bliss of the feeling of your tongue and lips wrapped around him. he couldn’t help holding your head down and pushing his way deeper into your mouth, bent over you at an awkward angle with his jaw slack and his free hand pressed to the floor to keep himself balanced.

“shit— i’m g-gonna cum,” tobio groaned, bunching your hair in his fist to try and pull your head up but his will was weak and you were determined to keep sucking him off. “y/n... fuck... fuck!” he cried out when the high fluttered right past his shut eyes and he was releasing into your mouth. “what the f-fuck...” tobio trembled, the cold enveloping him again once you moved your head, a string of white connecting him to your lips as you blinked up at him. tobio watched you with tightened brows as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and crawled back into his lap, chest pressing to his as you straddled his hard length.

“i’m still so cold,” you whispered, dipping your head to meet his lips but tobio almost instinctively tore his face away from yours, fully aware of how a simple kiss from your sweet lips would have him spiraling again into an abyss that longed for you.

“we should fix that,” said tobio, trying to ignore the injured expression on your face. he fumbled with your pants, blinking the cold out of his watery eyes as he stared down at your zipper, your heads bumping against each other.

“here,” you grunted, sitting up with your hands steady on his shoulders as tobio tugged your pants off along with your underwear. you sucked in a deep breath from the breeze taking advantage of your exposed skin, but then tobio’s large hands were cupping your thighs and they were even colder but the feeling strangely spread warmth all through out your chest.

tobio ran his slender fingers along the buttons of your shirt before tearing it open, instantly mesmerized by the sight of your body, suddenly astonished at how he’d even been able to stay away from it all this time. you shivered again and tobio latched his lips onto your neck, planting lingering kisses all over your skin as his hand cupped one of your breasts over your bra, causing you to sigh out in pleasure.

and when he pushed himself inside of your soaking entrance without warning, you fell against him, head buried in the hot skin at the crook of his neck. it was quiet and slow at first, you riding him with apprehensive movements but tobio couldn’t help the way his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your hips to encourage you into a pace that wasn’t painfully slow.

“t-tobio,” you whimpered, warm lips brushing against his ear lobe and sending tobio’s heart springing to his throat and beating fast. he wanted to guide your hips to meet his tempo but that had always been the problem with him -- he’d always taken something out of you, expected you to cater for him and meet his needs and it’s what drove you away in the first place.

but right now, even trying to reassure you felt like a foreign concept. he wanted to be selfish again with you this close to him, his arms already locked around your body and eliminating any distance that remained between the two of you.

“fuck, baby,” he slurred, dropping his head and watching the way his cock buried itself inside of you like you were the only thing that mattered. every inhibition was completely obliterated by the warm, tight feeling of you -- in front of him, clenched around him, pressing your glistening chest on him. “you feel so fucking good,” tobio groaned as you clutched at his wet hair between your fingers. he held your hips down, speeding up his own thrusts as you clutched onto him, fingernails carving crescent-shapes into the skin at the back of his neck.

“holy shit...” you hissed out, lips parted as you pressed your forehead against his, back arching as tobio lowered his head into your chest, his mouth attached to the sensitive skin between your breasts and using his teeth to mark up your perfect body. “tobio... fuck... slow down...”

the request went unregistered in tobio’s mind. all he wanted was to move quicker, harder, but the cold air seemed to be itching to get underneath his skin while both your bodies worked to produce some hot air. he felt dizzy.

“that’s it, baby, come on,” tobio babbled on, holding you steady as you bounced against him, one of his hands coming up to wrap around your throat and pull your face towards his. you’d puckered your lips for a kiss but he moved his own mouth beyond that and choked out in your ear. “fuck, y-you’re mine... this fucking pussy belongs to me—”

your breaths became shallow, moans louder, and movements sloppy. you understood what was happening when those words fumbled past his lips. “tobio—” you began to say, fighting with the flutters of pleasure rising in your chest and stomach to manage some solid words but then tobio’s hands seemed to lift you off of him slightly and you gasped, your back suddenly pushed against the freezing surface of the locker room floor and tobio pushing right back into you from above.

“fucking hell, i missed you so much,” tobio groaned out, head buried in that stretch of skin between your neck and shoulder. your legs hiked up his waist, trying to take him as deep as physically possible. the action sent tobio’s stomach spinning in a flurry of pleasure. “that’s my girl...”

your own eyes fell shut, feeling the wave of pleasure overcome you at tobio’s bewildering pace. he seemed to fit so perfectly in that one place that had always felt void since breaking up with him.

“i’m gonna cum,” you managed to croak beneath him.

“me too,” tobio breathed, his one hand lifting off the floor beside you and squeezed your thigh. “y/n... babe...” he whispered, feeling beads of sweat drip down the strands of hair in front of his eyes. “i-i can’t... not inside...” tobio felt the knots unraveling and your legs were still locked around his waist.

slightly panicked, he slowed down his movements and used your moment of confusion to pull himself out (rather reluctantly) of you before wrapping a hand around his cock, a low groan stumbling past his lips as he threw his head back, releasing right onto you.

in those ecstasy-driven moments, tobio’s head almost blurred the line between just being your ex and being your ex who was still in love with you. although he executively came upon the decision to choose volleyball -- a part of his life he’d never doubted -- over you, he sometimes wondered what life would be like if he hadn’t.

would those moments have filled his heart with warmth forever? like the times he’d win a match, be it a practice one or official, and immediately search the bleachers for your face -- you’d be there, cheering for him with that beautiful smile of yours. or when winter laid snow across the streets and tobio would have to hop off the bike you two would be perched upon just to push it across a particularly snowy path. or those few seconds at lunch time when tobio would sit alone and then suddenly remember with such silent delight that you, his girlfriend, were going to be joining him.

tobio wasn’t stupid; humans were complicated enough to simultaneously fill your heart with love and just as quick, poison it with hate. and this regret, this guilt over losing you... it would be temporary. so he’d have to brave through the cold, sleepless nights, swiping through pictures of you he still kept on his phone, saved voice messages that’d have him reaching into his pants -- tobio could endure.

“shit-- you okay?” tobio asked, gulping hard as he stared down at you. you were wiping down your stomach with one of the spare towels you two had been using to keep warm earlier. “y/n.. i’m sorry, i lo--”

before he could finish his sentence, you’d tossed the towel to the side and sat up, pushing your mouth against his. tobio’s eyes widened in shock, completely unprepared for the realization that he had never forgotten how your lips tasted, just like he’d never forgotten how your fingertips felt when they’d touched him, how he’d never forgotten every scar, freckle, or mark on your body.

the way it all felt and terrified him that he probably would never forget it for the rest of his life.

cursing himself for kissing you back, tobio quickly pulled away and raised a brow at you, questioningly. “what was that for?”

you blushed and looked away, nervous fingers coming up to button your shirt up. “i thought you were gonna say something weird...”

tobio, fully clothed and throwing another towel over both your bodies, scoffed. “like?”

“like i love you,” you blurted out and tobio felt the cold stick to him all over again. “it just sounded like you were gonna say it.”

“i was gonna say i’m sorry that i lost control and got carried away with you,” tobio explained, a slight edge to his tone that made you almost wince. “let’s be honest... that wasn’t just us trying to stay warm.”

you nodded meekly. “yeah...”

the conversation was cut short, which tobio wasn’t sure if he was grateful for or irritated by. there was the sound of keys jangling and somebody’s annoying voice (it was hinata, tobio could tell) knocking urgently on the door.

“kageyama! y/n! please tell me you guys aren’t dead!” he yelled. tobio glanced at you.

“i-i texted like everyone on the team that i knew...” you answered his unspoken question. “hinata! we’re in here!” springing to your feet, both you and tobio scrambled to get fully dressed, tobio disappearing into a shadowy corner, struggling to tug his jeans up his freezing legs while the door opened.

“thank god,” said takeda sensei, hinata and yamaguchi right behind him with concerned expressions.

“are you guys okay?” hinata questioned, thankfully oblivious of the tension in the air. you decided not to look back at tobio.

“yes, we’re okay! thanks for coming,” you spoke quickly as tobio emerged from the corner and gave takeda sensei a grateful smile. he dipped his head right next to yours while everyone was walking out.

“this never happened.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #anime #anime smut #kageyama tobio #kageyama #kageyama smut #tobio headcanons

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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I am not looking forward to House of the Dragon. I hate the costumes, especially those for the Blacks. Rhaenyra's outfit makes her look older than she is. HBO really wants to make Alicent Hightower the Realm's Delight. The Velaryons' outfits are all wrong. They should be wearing teal green and silver. Why are they wearing gaudy, black and gold clothes? Black and gold are the colors of House Baratheon. I think "Look how they massacred my boy," every time I see Matt Smith as Daemon Targaryen.

I'm a just drop this here real quick:

Renada Tedesco? Is that you? Is that you from the trailer?

All that’s missing is a fugly head “Tudor inspired” (Tudor age, sweetie, I am so sorry for what they keep doing to you) “headband”.

For everyone wondering this is the traditional bridal clothes wore by the women of Viana, Portugal. Look me in the f_cking eye and tell me this isn't Renada from the trailer. The only face I kept uncovered was that of a Portuguese public figure for anyone wondering.

Tbh though these women had it going on. Not only were they dressed like they about to go to a funeral - bestie same, marriage is not all that - but additionally they be wearing all them bling!

I guess throwing gold and huge gold earrings is their way of "trying" to make Renada Tedesco look fancy. Who cares to give the fashion a proper style? No, no, take some gold and stfu, Renada!

H*O's rule is everyone wears black. Everyone. E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E. What are the Velaryon colours anyway? Let's change those :D haven't we changed house colours before? Who cares?! Give us your money!

You mean Demon Tedesco? You must, because there's not Daemon anywhere on that show sorry.

And of course that Alice Targaryen is the Realm's Delight 😌 didn't you read F&B, Anon? Where it's hammered on you over and over again how beautiful she was? How they keep calling her the Realm's Delight? Remember that scene where Daemon declares her the most beautiful woman of the Seven Kingdoms? Well H*O does, so there 😌

REDACTED SHOW, staring:

Princess Renada Tedesco

Prince Demon Tedesco

Queen Alice Targaryen "The Realm's Delight"

King Vincent Tedesco

Ser Christian "I am Dornish y'all" White

Ser Other Targaryen, the Hand of the King

GET HYPPED :D

PS: I am Portuguese so I can mock this if I want 🤗 #haterscry

PPS: I changed their family name on the show to Tedesco in honour of Nazaré Tedesco from a Brazilian soap opera called "Senhora do Destino" y'all google and have fun 😂😂 My father is Brazilian, yes. Regardless everyone in Portugal watches Brazilian Soap Operas they are much better 😌 and better written than G*T as well for those wondering.

PPPS: This is Nazaré Tedesco y'all, the meme you have been using for years. And also my face at everything that comes out from REDACTED SHOW. Let's start calling it by its proper name: REDACTED SHOW.

PPPPS: Renada would be translated to Renothing. Nada is nothing in Portuguese, and Spanish. You're welcome x2.

#redacted show redacts #anti hbo #anti hotd #rhaenyra or renada?#daemon or demon?#targaryen or tedesco?#alice targaryen #the realm's delight #best show evah #I am a give my anger and asks a break I need to work XD #House Tedesco #words: MaD qUeEn!!!!!!!!!#sigil: D&D in a field of black #Im taking a break from speaking about this show for a while #here I am trying to be a positive person and focusing on what I like and y'all keep poking me XD #popcorn answers

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glassessence · 3 years

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PGR - OC

I got so inspired by everyone’s creativity that I created my own OC ^^” Even though she’s a member of the Purifying Force, I hope she’ll still be received warmly. Special thanks to @punishing-gray-raven-ocs for their detailed posts about character creation that really made me think about Lydias!

Warning: I may have gone a bit overboard with the detail. It’s a long read! Also, I threw in a not-so-subtle reference to the most traumatic Memory Rescue mission lmao. So proceed with caution, I guess HAHA

Name Lydias: Umbral

Type Offensive Support-type Construct

Service time 1 year

Psychological age 24

Activation date 15 March

Height 167 cm

Weight 59 kg

Vital fluid type O

Faction Purifying Force

Rank A

Weapon Chakrams (preferred) / Gun

Damage type 70% Dark, 30% Physical

Lydias is a support-type Construct modelled after Watanabe’s Astral frame. She has extreme stealth capabilities and excels at tracking, making her ideal for the execution of rogue and infected Constructs.

Her missions mostly involve infiltration and spying, although she’s also been deployed on assassination missions. Those orders come straight from Nikola and their records are kept top-secret, inaccessible even to Bianca.

Her frame is designed for long-range sniping and comes equipped with visual accuracy enhancements and superb calculative powers. However, Lydias prefers to engage her targets in close combat. Killing Constructs from afar feels cruel and cold, like they really are meaningless machines instead of former comrades.

She truly believes in the good of the Purifying Force, but hates the things she has to do. She doesn’t feel like she belongs, but also can’t see a future for herself anywhere else.

Her fighting style is very graceful, featuring a lot of spins and flips that are reminiscent of a dance. Her signature move is called “Blade Dance.”

B A C K G R O U N D

Lydias was born to a wealthy family in Babylonia. Her mother joined the war effort as a Commandant shortly after she was born and is known as the leader of the elite task force, Cybele. Since then, Lydias has always wanted to follow in her mother’s famous footsteps.

Originally a Commandant of the Black Wolves, a certain incident caused her to give up the position and apply for reconstruction. Despite having low compatibility for Tantalum-193, her application was approved after negotiations with Nikola. Following her surgery, she was transferred to the Purifying Force.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Shows affection through actions rather than words. Bakes cakes for the humans of Babylonia in her free time

Philosophical, often ponders on the nature of humans and of the war

Likes to make dirty jokes and tease others

Obedient to a fault because she doesn’t trust her own judgement

Comes across as cold, but is just awkward with introductions

Doesn't think very highly of herself. Ignores it when other Constructs call her "traitorous hunting dog" but secretly thinks they're right

Loves the sea and the fathomless depths yet to be explored. Likes to go swimming at every opportunity

Prefers to work alone, but overprotective of her comrades when in a team. Frequently throws herself in harm’s way to shield her teammates. Knows it’s not good, but is too haunted by her past

Trusts easily, but is very guarded with her heart

Knows how to dance a lot of old-school styles like ballroom and ballet, but is too shy to ask anyone to practice with her

S E C R E T S

Has memorised a lot of poetry from before the Punishing Virus outbreak

Gets intensely lonely and jealous when seeing close squad camaraderie like Gray Raven’s

Avoids Kamui because he reminds her of someone she’s lost

Has spied on Watanabe extensively under Babylonian orders and is deeply fascinated by him

Doesn’t trust Nikola, but is unable to disobey his commands

Secretly harbours doubts about Babylonia’s mission to reclaim Earth

Has obtained special permission to download the data of the Black Wolves and often reads the records to keep them alive in her heart

V O I C E L I N E S

“Team leader? No, I refuse. You’re making a grave mistake.”

“I’m not suited for protecting people.”

“My opinion on the Forsaken? They’re hardworking, loyal, and--Nevermind. We seem to share a similar goal.”

“The Black Wolves? Where did you hear of that name?! Don’t mention it again!”

“I baked a cake today. Would you like some?”

“Yes, I can dance. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell the others…”

“I can teach you to dance. Privately, if you’d like. Haha, just kidding.”

“Becoming a Construct was a decision I made rashly. I don’t necessarily regret it, but…”

“Are we really doing the right thing? This endless war… All these years… What have we really achieved?”

INTERLUDE

D U S K F A L L

A voice cracked over the intercom. “...dant…Com...ant...Commandant, do you hear me?!”

Lydias blinked. The urgency in his voice caught her off guard. Ferdinand kept his cool even in the most dire of situations. Something was very wrong. “Tell me, Ferdie.” Static. “Ferds? Come through!” Nothing. Communications had been poor ever since they’d entered this area, but they’d managed until now. For it to suddenly fail like that… it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Shit,” she said, turning to the other two Constructs with her. “On guard, guys. Something’s coming and comms are down.”

Ilya grimaced. “Sure it’s not one of Ferdinand’s pranks again?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Flora offered, even as she tightened her grip on her lance. “Pesky little bastard would find it hilarious.” Lydias said nothing. She was too tense. There was a taste in the air, a metallic tang that churned in her belly. Sweat dripped into her eye. Suddenly, a hand slapped her on the back. “Relax, Commandant,” Ilya chuckled. “We’ll protect you like always. No need to be so scared all the time.”

Something in her loosened, just a bit. “Shouldn’t I be the one protecting you?” she retorted, trying to project confidence. “You guys with your fragile little M.I.N.Ds?” Flora laughed, a deep-belly rumble that Lydias loved. The knot in her stomach unravelled some more. “You do that, Commandant,” Flora said. “We’ll just twirl our pointy sticks at the bad guys.”

Lydias was just about to say something snarky when she caught movement in the corner of her eye. She swirled, gun at the ready. There was still no word from Ferdinand. “I’m sensing a large Corrupted force in our perimeter,” Ilya reported. His voice had lost its casual lilt. “They’ve got us surrounded.”

Lydias cursed. “How’s that Memory retrieval coming along?”

“Slowly,” Ilya replied unhappily. Flora clicked her tongue. The Corrupted were visible now. They weren’t like anything Lydias had seen before. They carried advanced weapons - chainsaws and spears and bows - and seemed to be organised into phalanxes. Dread coiled in her belly. “We’ve been ambushed,” she breathed in horror. “Ferdinand tried to warn us. They must have blocked off comms.”

“Well, shit,” Flora grunted. The Corrupted army was within gunshot range now. “When the fuck did they get so smart?”

“Someone must be leading them,” Ilya said. “How did the information leak?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lydias said. “We need to retreat. Now.” A bullet flew by her head, burning the shell of her ear as it passed. Her heart hammered. “Back off,” Flora growled. She twirled her spear, eyes flashing as she impaled the Corrupted soldier. Beside her, Ilya stepped forward, fast as a flash, and stabbed one through the neck. Lydias fired off three shots, watching in grim satisfaction as two buried themselves in the heads of two infected Constructs.

The scene descended into chaos just as Ferdinand’s broken voice sounded in her ear. “...n...way! Comm...ant!”

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Flora stumbled back. She was breathing heavily. Vital fluid leaked steadily from several places, staining her coat a rich purple. Ilya was behind her, grimacing. His left arm was gone, torn away at the shoulder. Sparks flew from the exposed wires within. Beside them, Lydias swayed unsteadily. She clutched at her stomach. Red blood seeped through her fingers. All their attempts to break through had failed. Things were looking more hopeless by the minute.

“Commandant,” Ilya said, voice strained. “Turn off my pain receptors.” Flora nodded. “Same here.” Lydias coughed wetly. Her vision was growing dim. “It’s dangerous,” she admitted, wishing she could shut off her own terrible pain. “But there’s no other choice.” She authorised the command. Her team’s face relaxed immediately. She met their determined gazes and nodded. “We’re all gonna go home. Together.”

Ilya smiled. Flora grinned. But there was a sadness in their faces Lydias didn’t want to acknowledge. Her connection with Ferdinand was still blocked. He could be dead for all she knew. She turned away from the thought. Just survive, Lydias. And take the Wolves home.

Together, the Black Wolves rose. Ilya with his dagger and Flora with her spear. Unseen by Lydias, they nodded to each other. An agreement, a pact. A promise. Renewed, they threw themselves at the Corrupted like cornered animals. Slowly, inch by painful inch, an exit was being forced open. Corrupted weapons dug into their bodies, but they pushed on.

Lydias fought beside them, swinging her chakrams haphazardly. Her gun had run out of ammo long ago. She stumbled, half-blind, and almost skewered herself on the end of a Corrupted sword. She could hardly think straight; blood loss was making her weak. Suddenly, a voice crackled in her mind. “Commandant!” Ferdinand’s voice tumbled through her hazy thoughts. “The signal jammer is gone. What’s your status?!”

Her heart soared, bringing with it a brief burst of clarity. “Ferdie! It’s an ambush. We need support!”

“I’ve already informed Babylonia,” he said urgently. “Reinforcement is on the way. I’m coming to you, Commandant. Just hold on!” His signal blinked to life, moving rapidly towards their location. Lydias smiled grimly. Ferdinand was on his way. Support was coming. Surely, they would be okay. They would make it out of this. She just had to hold on for a little longer.

Flora’s signal pulsed unsteadily and Ilya’s grew fainter with every breath. Lydias clung with desperation to the unstable M.I.N.Ds of her Wolves. I will protect you.

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“Coming through!” A ray of energy tore through the Corrupted wave. Lydias spied Ferdinand’s face through the sea of blades. She almost wept with relief. “Retreat,” she said hoarsely, struggling to stay conscious. “Black Wolves, retreat!”

On cue, Ilya and Flora rushed through the tunnel, half-carrying Lydias with them. Between one ferocious breath and the next, they’d broken through the Corrupted circle. She tumbled bonelessly into Ferdinand’s open arms. He took a brief moment to survey her and paled. “The meeting point isn’t far,” he said. “Support will be there.” He picked up Lydias and turned to run, but Ilya and Flora didn’t follow.

“Sorry, but this is the end of the road for me,” Flora said wryly. “Didn’t think it’d end like this.” She spat out a wad of purple fluid. “At least these fuckers will go down with me.”

“And you get the privilege of dying by my side,” Ilya said primly, readjusting his grip on his dagger. Flora laughed, an edge of sadness in her voice. “Yeah, old man, I guess I do.”

Lydias stirred in Ferdinand’s arms. “No,” she said, forcing herself to meet their gazes. “I won’t allow it.”

“Unfortunately, Commandant,” Ilya said. “This time it’s not up to you.” He raised his remaining hand in a salute. “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Go on,” Flora growled. “We’ll make sure nobody pursues you.”

Ferdinand pursed his lips, but nodded tightly. Lydias fought in his grip. She hardly even felt the pain. “No!” she screamed, or tried to. It was hard to tell where her voice was. “Don’t! I forbid it! That’s an order!” He started running. She watched helplessly as the distance grew. “Stop! Go back, we have to help them! Stop!”

In the fading light, Ilya fell and was immediately consumed by a horde of Corrupted hands. His signal weakened then blinked out. A scream tore itself from her throat. She thrashed in Ferdinand’s grip and felt his hold on her loosen. White-hot pain shot through her body as she tumbled to the ground. Mad with grief, she crawled forward desperately, mind blank except for the desire to be with her Wolves.

Strong arms lifted her up. Ferdinand’s lively voice was dull. “Please don’t do this, Lydias.”

“Let go, Ferdie,” she said angrily. “We have to--” Flora’s signal flickered out. Lydias felt her spirit break. “No,” she cried. “Please, no.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. Words abandoned her. The world seemed to shrink, compacting to a single thought: she had failed.

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She woke to white light. Something beeped steadily beside her. Tubes ran from her body to several machines like the tentacles of some deep sea creature. Her entire body hurt. Immediately, she reached for the Black Wolves, but their signals were absent, leaving her mind uncomfortably empty. Panic settled like ice in her veins. It couldn’t be. It was impossible.

Surely, they had recalled their consciousnesses. Surely, she’d simply woken up early. And where was Ferdie? Gasping, Lydias stood, dragging her broken body to the wall of windows. She brought a fist to the cool glass. Nikola watched her from the other side. “Where are they,” she croaked. “What happened?”

He shook his head sympathetically. “They didn’t recall their consciousness. According to our records, Ilya and Flora died protecting you from pursuit. Ferdinand was infected.” His eyes were grave. “He guarded you until reinforcements arrived.”

She didn’t know if she could bear the answer, but she asked anyway. “And then?”

Nikola studied her for a long moment before giving in. “And then the Punishing Virus took over his M.I.N.D. He escaped because we prioritised your survival.” A desperate hope sparked to life within her. “So he’s still alive? Then there’s still a chance! Please, let me find him!”

“You know it doesn’t work like that.”

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

He turned away from her. “The Purifying Force has already been sent after him. I’m sorry, Lydias.”

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Three weeks later

“Are you sure?” Nikola asked, studying her with intensity. “Your chances of success are only 47%.”

Lydias stared at him blankly. “I’m sure.”

“I’m afraid I can’t allow it. Commandants are valuable to Babylonia. Perhaps even more than Constructs. Few possess the will and compatibility to stabilize M.I.N.Ds. Someone as experienced as you is not expendable.”

“Then I quit being a Commandant. I refuse to lead another squad.” She looked away. “I couldn’t protect any of them. Not a single one.” Her voice broke. “I’m not… I don’t think I can--I just can’t.”

Nikola considered her with some pity. “What do you want then, Lydias?”

“You know what I want. I’m not afraid of dying.”

“I know you’re not afraid, but it seems to me like you seek it.”

She said nothing. Nikola sighed. “I’d rather not lose you completely. You have experience and ability. The Black Wolves were specifically chosen for that mission for your competence. Aife will increase our combat power significantly against the Corrupted.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s unfortunate, but these things happen at war.”

“Say whatever you want,” Lydias said stubbornly. “But this is my final decision.”

“Fine,” Nikola said. “Your attempt at redemption is admirable. I’ll grant your request, but if you survive, you’ll work directly under me. Is that acceptable?”

“Perfectly.”

INTERLUDE HIDDEN CHAPTER

F A D I N G L I G H T

Flora: Fairfrost - Voice Log

*sounds of fighting* I hope this reaches you, Commandant. I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer and… *grunting* I just wanna say goodbye. The old man’s already gone. I felt his signal die out a while ago. He went down taking a blade for me, can you believe it? Even though I’m the Attacker Construct. *panting* You know what his last words to me were? “It hurts.” As if our pain receptors weren’t turned off. I know what he means though. *blades clashing* After all, we all wanna go back home with you. But life’s a bit unfair, eh? For once, I don’t mind. Protecting your back… it almost makes me feel like a hero. That ain’t something you experience every day, y’know? *metal tearing* I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. For being someone worthy of love. *crash, wet coughing* It’s been my honour and privilege to have been one of your Wolves, Commandant. You’ll remember me, won’t you?

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Ferdinand: Aegis - Voice Log

Lydias… This will probably be my last communication with you. I never would have thought this would be how it ends, but… Well, I’m just glad that I get to spend my final moments with you. I can feel my M.I.N.D. slipping, but Babylonia will be here any second now. They’ll take care of you, the way I wish I could. *sigh* Ah, there are so many things I want to say. I have nothing to lose anymore, so I hope you’re ready to listen. *deep breath* I love you. The way you laugh at my jokes and tease me. The way you can talk about anything. Your smile, your lips. I love the way you kiss me. And of course, I love our late night activities… Such as you trying to teach me to dance. *short laughter* Were you expecting me to say something else, Commandant? You--*grunt, glitching* Looks like my time is running out. I should go, but promise me one thing, Lydias. Promise me you’ll keep your heart open, so that someone else can love you as you deserve. I--You--*glitches*

DATA CORRUPTED.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr oc

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QUESTIONS FOR OC CREATORS

Haaaa ok so I am doing this cause i saw @fallout-lou-begas steal it from @tarberrymentats and they both looked like they were havin hella fun so i am commandeering this for my own purposes. So lucky for yall its Emi time (art by the dearest @yesjejunus because yall need to see more of her work)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

Because she's an older woman (57) that breaks a lot of moulds and I love to see it. Aside from just enjoying older characters, Emi isn't a sweet old lady and she isn't here to try and mother anyone. Her drives are entirely her own and while she prioratizes herself and her sister before anyone else, its not always due to complete selfishness and just due to growing up in the wastes (I try to keep her character true to a fend for yourself setting as possible). I think Ill go into detail in another question with this, but I went through a lot of concepts and personalities for Emi before settling on someone who was seasoned and very much a product of the wastes. I think after seeing a lot of other couriers I finally figured out what I wanted to do differently, and that sort of helped guide her to become what she is today.

B) What inspired you to create them?

I think my last line there sort of short answers this. I wanted someone different from the other couriers I saw, and wanted to make one that was distinct or even juxtaposed against some tropes. She's a woman in her late 50s that doesnt try and play mom/granny to the companions, she very much has no stake in what happens to the Mojave, she doesnt care about Benny or that he shot her in the head (such is life in the Mojave, but she did have a job to complete so ripperoni him), and a lot of her motivations are selfish or exist to benefit her sister. She doesnt act 'old' in the fact that she isn't a wise caring soul or a grumpy old man, but rather her age is shown through her experience, and this also shapes her personality. She's never had to formally 'grow up' so she can come off as immature and irritating for her own entertainment, but she doesn't have youthful ignorance for how the world works. She knows how to be responsible but she doesnt have to act like it outwardly, even with her Tragic Caregiver Backstory.

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

To a large degree in the beginning, yes, and to specific degrees now, also yes. Writing in general isnt my strong point though I did know what I wanted for her. The main image is there but the details are funky, and Ive been slowly hammering those out as I work along with her and Camila's stories. There's been some huge changes along the way that help push both of them towards an ending I like and that fits them, and even if it takes forever and I never actually write a fic, I'll be happy when she finally feels completed in New Vegas.

Aside from that, she kind of fits in anywhere in regards to AUs. My friend @yesjejunus and I have probably like 40000 fucking aus for our OCs and all of them feel just as organic and their canon stories.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

So I know I have an 'original concept Emilia' art on here where she looked like Laura Croft and had aviators but that wasnt even her first concept. I had originally wanted to make a petite southern belle type from Louisiana who used a shot gun and had a mean streak, but as I kept playing with concepts Emi really started to lean other places. Another huge change was her personality. Even when her concept got settled as a sniper from Mexico, she was suppose to be an early 30s caravan guard who was way too sure of herself. While there are reminents of that concept still in her, she has a lot more experience in the wastes and in think-on-your-feet situations to back up her attitude. Another thing she required was dropping her "take me seriously" personality with more goofy "i do what i want cause why not" traits.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

Emi can get along with anyone at a surface level, for a small while, if it will benefit her or she wants to pass time. She really doesn't have interest in folks who arent interesting or beneficial in some way. Since I don't really offer her much, and am a bit of a wet bag, she might yank my chain for her own funsies or she'd have no interest.

And while I did indeed give Emi my go with the flow attitude, I think I wouldn't be able to keep up with her. Emi is very fast paced and doesnt necessarily have regard for those she decides to pick up as drinking buddies for the night. Def dont trust her with my life, and knowing the shit she gets into I'd def want to steer clear of it....like a trainwreck its much better to watch her from a safe distance, lol.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

A lot of affection from a meta standpoint? I've worked with Emi and Cam a lot since creating them, and they've def come a long way since their original concepts. I wouldn't say their story is quite where I want it yet, but I am quite happy with it overall.

That, and Ive met so many awesome writers along the way with Emi. Not all of my friends have posted fic but the amount of world building and having our characters interact and talking OCs ive done with them has placed both Emi and their OCs in a special place for me. Sure her having her own story is fun but I much more prefer the bonds Ive created with people over OCs and I think thats a bit more of a cherished component to character creation for me.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Literally? That she likes to be irritating if she feels she can get away with it (or even if she cant). Actually? That she has a very "I shelter you and feed you therefore I make the rules, period." stance on how she takes care of her charge. She lets a lot of shit slide with Camila but things get very Rapunzel-esque at times.

H) What trait do you admire most?

How sure of herself she is. Even if its to a fault, she trusts herself and her judgements. That sort of confidence is something I strive to have haha.

To a lesser degree, and more of a meta point I wanted to make with her, just...her appearance I suppose? To me she's attractive, but she also has a lot of traits that aren't conventionally attractive and that's played a lot into how Ive wanted her to be. Again she's 57 years old. She has age to her body, her skin wrinkles and droops, her tits sag, she has the body of someone who uses chems, and yet despite her age and breaking of beauty standards ive made it a point to show that she is desired or thought of as attractive in non fetish specific circumstances. She herself, while aro, also still has an active sex drive and I really wanted this to be a backseat part of her character, as I feel like fandom in general shafts older women in this department (this also goes for a lot of her non 'old lady' traits I give her too). She still has sexual needs and is still very much sexually active, and she is still found to be a regular sort of attractive and is desired by those she gets involved with.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

Yes? Ish, to a degree. I didnt have to but I wanted to. I also did a lot of headcanoning with post Mexico for her early life which, afaik is free real estate for lore/nothing super detailed has been given in canon.

Given that she and Camila both shape their stories as individuals, I did have to split up some canon elements to follow two seperate characters, but other than that I really just had to make sure Emilia's story wasnt "boring" in the fact that she again, has no real stake in what happens to Vegas/the Mojave.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

Cackles in 'which au will I obsess with today'

For the most part yes, however I love placing her in new things or different stories. She may be 'my courier' but really shes just the frog granny that goes into whatever au I am feeling at the time.

#courier six #emilia #emi #emilia vazquez #fnv

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torikawa · 4 years

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🌿WARNING, SEXUAL SHIT🌿

[Step Brother FanFiction] Part #3

This FanFiction Includes the Following..:

Smut

Y!ndere Bokuto

Sexual Themes

S!x during sleep

Degrading Kink

Spanking

Dumbification Kink

Size Kink

Practically R!pe

Bokuto lied on his bed awake, his eyes glued onto his white empty ceiling. He wasn't sure why he was still up, the fact that Aito was over at their shared House bothered him to an extent. But why.

A few more minutes passed by, and Bokuto finally decided to go over to your room. Only to be met by an empty bed with you nowhere to be found.

"[F/N]..? [F/N]?!?" He yelled out. Kotaro stumbled down the stairs in a panic while his eyes darted around quickly. Until, he saw a pair of legs under their Kotatsu. "[F/N]? What are you doing under th-"

As soon as he got close enough to see what you were wearing on your lower half, he stopped in his tracks. Eyes widening with his mouth slightly parted. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Has your ass always looked this delicious? Has your legs always looked so smooth and tempting? Hundreds of thoughts rushed through his head as he settled himself behind you. His right knee just in between your legs as his hands worked along the hem of your shorts, tugging effortlessly to get them off.

Bokuto slightly ducked down to lift the blanket, only to find you sleeping peacefully under the Kotatsu. It was a habit of yours to sleep here. He lowered the blanket, and went back to fully taking off your shorts.

This was wrong, so wrong. But Bokuto couldn't find any reason in himself to stop. He has always found you tempting, your body, your voice. Surely if you found out how truly sick he was you'd never look at him with those big sparkling eyes ever again. But seeing you defenceless? His Self Control snapped.

"Fuck.. I wonder if you're still a Virgin [F/N]." He muttered under his breath as he dipped his fingers to your entrance. "So fucking wet already.."

You stifled underneath the Kotatsu, whimpering from how the pad of his thumb rubbed circles against your clit while 2 of his fingers curled inside your pussy.

"I wonder if you're okay with Big Brother taking you right now, it's okay right? We both love eachother so I don't see any problem!" His usual out going attitude showed. Even though you were sleeping, he continued on how naughty you were to have always tempt him.

"Wearing these booty shorts everywhere around the house with a thin tank top. I bet you were waiting for Big Brother to take advantage of it.."

Bokuto increased the speed of his fingers, even though he wasn't able to see your face, he could still hear you moaning from the way it felt.

It didn't take long for you to cum on his fingers, nor did it take you to wake up because of it. Your head banged against the bottom of the Kotatsu in a panic.

"W-What's going on..- I-"

"Oh, you're finally awake! I was surprised you didn't wake up earlier but Hey" Bokuto kept his fingers curled inside as he pumped it in and out repeatedly.

"N-No- Kotanii- wait! Wait wait! I just came I- It's too much please..! This is so wrong! I..- I.." he pushed you through another orgasm. He didn't care how overstimulated you were, he loved hearing your voice and that was enough to keep him going.

"You're gonna take big brother's cock alright?" Kotaro said in a happy tone, while freeing his throbbing cock from his pants.

"N-No..please..Kotanii-- don't do this" You whimpered, tears streaming from your eyes as you oh so desperately tried to get out from under the Kotatsu. Only to have a hand struck down against your ass for your actions. It caused you to yelp in both pain and agony.

"Stop being an ungreatful whore and just deal with it [F/N]. You know how irritating it is to find out that your little sister is slutting around with their guy friends? I'm pretty sure you need punishment for that"

"N-No! I'm sorry, please forgive me I- I just..-" Before you were able to let out the remaining words of your sentence, his thumb was parting your cunt along with his head pressing against your entrance. "Atleast let me re--"

And there it was, his cock pushing inside of your pussy in a fast movement that had you almost see stars.

"Fuck..! It's so tight" Bokuto positioned himself in a more comfortable way. His knees on either side of your hips as his hands gripped tightly against your ass.

"Kotanii..~" You shamelessly moaned out his name, it wasn't your fault that his cock was big.

It didn't take long for Bokuto to start ramming his dick inside of your cunt. He didn't even think twice to let you have the privilege of adjusting to his size.

"Big Brother's gonna take care of you. You'd like that, yeah? You like having my cock inside your dirty cunt?" He asked with a loving tone, as if he wasn't already aware of the fact that he came off unusual [not himself.]

Your mouth parted as moans continously escaped. Eyes watery with tears of overstimulation. You already came twice, how many more times does he need to make you cum for his satisfaction.

Bokuto was quick to pull out with his tip still inside, only to ram it back in with brute force. It ripped out a loud shriek from your throat. He did it over, and over again. Until you came for the third time.

"Fuck, you came without me? Don't worry, we'll get you to cum one last time but instead with me.." Kotaro let out a string of curses as he continued to fuck your pussy. He was chasing his own high while you saw stars underneath the Kotatsu. It didn't help the way your cunt squeezed him like a vice. It only drove him nuts of how delicious it felt having his cock balls deep inside you.

"Kotanii..Kotanii please- t-too much..! A-argh..~ Too big plea-" you were interrupted once more with a harsh thrust of his cock, causing you to slurr your own words with a moan.

"Don't worry..! From now on you're gonna have me only, I'll be your man instead of that Aito guy..! Fuck, I love you, I love you so much"

It didn't take long for Bokuto's hips to stutter and slow down in speed, his thrusts were still as hard as before but with a bit more force to it. You could tell he was close.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, [F/N] cum" His voice was deep and husky. Using a tone only for you to obey and cum against his raging dick.

In a quick movement, Bokuto pulled out of your cunt only to spill his seeds against your back. His breathing was heavy, and so was yours. That was by far the best sex either of you had, but it was still wrong.

He slowly moved back, ruffling his hair with his right hand as you slowly emerged from beneath the Kotatsu.

You were about to get up and shower, but he had other plans. Bokuto pulled you back onto his lap, his cock already hard by the looks of it.

"K-Kotanii wait.. I can't anymore please.. Too much.." You were a quivering mess in his lap, not able to take anymore. Your pleading eyes bore into his golden orbs.

"It's okay.. you're a good girl right? You can take one more.." He said as he lifted you up, only to be dropped down onto his cock.

You slowly wrapped your legs around his waist with a whimper, eyes tearing up only for him to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb.

"[F/N].. Big Brother's gonna take real good care of you so you better not see that man again okay..?" Kotaro used a softer and more friendly tone this time, in hopes to make you listen.

Nodding, you face pressed against his neck as he experimentally bounced you against his cock. The stretch was undeniably amazing, the way his cock rubbed against your g-spot repeatedly got you hooked onto the feeling.

"Hey, answer me" Bokuto asked once more, his hands still settled underneath your ass as he continued to bounce you on his cock. Only to be met by you staring into his eyes with your mouth agape.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a worried tone. But suddenly it struck him, could he have possibly fucked you stupid? How cute.

Bokuto only let out a small chuckle before he began to roughly thrust up into your throbbing cunt.

Whimpers, that was all you were able to make out of as his dick continued to carve its shape inside. You couldn't form any words, no matter how hard you tried. It felt so good, way too good to have Kotaro fuck you.

"One more time okay.. I promise this is the last time for today" He quickened his pace, roughly smacking your ass only to kneed it after. "you're such a good girl for me, that's it.. that's it.. cum on my cock Princess"

And as he said, you came on his cock with a loud shriek ripping from your throat. With one last thrust, he kept you in place. His cum spilling deep inside of your womb.

How will your relationship with your brother be like from now on? Will you two act as if nothing happened? Or will something blossom out of it.

#kotaro bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq fanfic

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fvrxdrm · 4 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 1

“Y/N, wake up!”

Carlos yelled at you to wake you up and shook your still sleeping form violently. Your eyes abruptly shot open after hearing his full-throated voice, your E/C orbs immediately landing on the face of the man hovering above you.

You scanned his face, still not fully aware of your surroundings due to your sleepiness but as time went on and your brain had sobered up a bit, you noticed that he didn’t look calm and balmy like how he usually was, he looked...agitated which mirrored the way he shouted at you.

“Carlos?” You muttered, your mouth barely opening as the rest of your body was still putting itself together.

“Come on. We gotta get out of here”, Carlos said as he unlatched all of the metal straps holding you down onto your bed using the computer that was situated on a wooden desk a few feet away from you.

“What? Why? What’s going on?” You asked, confused as to why the soldier was jittery all of a sudden.

You forced yourself to sit up with both of your hands aiding you as you struggled to do the simple action. It had been a long time since you’ve done it anyway. Those stupid scientists would not let you.

“Would you believe me if I told you that a zombie apocalypse is happening?”

Now that woke you up.

“What?”

Zombie apocalypse? How’d that happen? Don’t those things happen in like movies or something?

“The city’s in total chaos. Don’t know how it happened but it is... Listen, we’re the only two left in here. The rest of our team members are looking for other survivors and something we could use to get out of here”, Carlos replied as he draped your arm around his shoulders and wrapped one of his own around your waist to help you stand up since your legs felt like jelly at that moment.

“What about my sister?” You questioned, remembering that your sister was taken with you.

“I haven’t seen your sister yet so I guess her bodyguard helped her out”

“Do you know who her bodyguard is?”

“No. Those information are also confidential for some unknown reason. Can you walk?”

“I think so”, you slowly slid your arm off of Carlos’ shoulders as you carefully took a few steps to your right side, Carlos’ arm still not leaving your waist until he was sure that you got the hang of it.

“Alright, I’m ready”, you spoke after a few seconds of finding your balance.

“Not quite. You still need to change your clothes. Wouldn’t want to go out in the wild like that, would we?” Carlos uttered as he gestured his hand towards your skimpy hospital gown that had a deep v going dangerously down below your breasts, showing off your cleavage.

Why the fuck is my gown this revealing?

“Right. Where will I get some clothes?”

“I think we got some in the locker room”

“Okay, let’s go then”

“Come on, I’ll lead the way”, Carlos motioned for you to follow him as he opened the white door, looking back towards where you were to make sure that you were trailing right behind him.

*****

“We’re here”

Carlos swiped the key card that he had been holding onto since he entered your room into the key slot located on the right side of the locker room’s door and waited until the light beside the slot turned green before pushing the metal door open.

“Ladies first”, Carlos spoke with a smile as he raised his arm towards the room that was full of lockers (duh) and some benches, his free hand still placed on the door to keep it from slamming pancakes into your faces.

“It better not be to check out my ass”, you snickered as you strolled inside the room, immediately checking every locker in hopes of getting some new clothes to change into ‘cause the hospital gown you were wearing was a fashion no-no.

“Nah. I’m too manly to do that”, Carlos said back as he followed you inside, closing the door right behind him after doing so.

“What a gent”

“I tend to be”

Carlos helped in finding you new clothes, searching lockers after lockers until he finally found a plain black tank top, a (F/C) (sports/balconette/demi/whatever you like) bra, a pair of ripped black denim shorts, a denim jacket, and a pair of black combat boots.

Perfect.

“Hey, Y/N, I got something that might fit you”, Carlos mouthed aloud as he held the neatly folded clothes with both hands right in front of you.

“Thanks”

You quickly grabbed the clothes that were placed on top of his palms before entering the small area that was covered by a white curtain.

“So, what’s the plan, hero?” You asked the mop-headed soldier in order to break the slightly awkward silence that filled the room as you changed into the new clothes that Carlos found as quickly as possible.

“Like I said, my teammates are looking for something we could use to get the hell out of here but they sure are taking their sweet time”, Carlos replied as he shook his head, his back turned to where you were as if he could see your naked body through the curtain even though he could literally only see your silhouette. What an actual gentleman.

“What’s it like up there?”

“A shit-hole. This place is full of zombies and shit. There’s also this giant-ass dude just roaming around. You wouldn’t wanna see it”

“But I have to if I want to get out of here”

“Yeah... Listen, once we get out of this facility, you stay right behind me. Wouldn’t want you to get lost”, you chuckled at his remark, your head shaking a bit as you did so.

He’s like an over-protective big brother or something.

“How would I get lost in this place? I mean, I grew up here in Illinois. I basically know every twists and turns in this place”, you said as you put the pair of shorts on, making sure that the bottom of your tank top was tucked inside your trousers.

Unseen by you, though, Carlos’ face fell as he heard those words come out of your mouth.

Shit, she doesn’t know?

“Y/N...”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not in Illinois”

Your heart dropped.

Your hands stopped tugging on your jacket and your eyes widened by themselves as you stood still, frozen in place.

“What?” You finally spoke after a minute of silence as you practically yanked the curtain open and stepped out of the tiny space, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as you stomped towards the man.

“Y/N, you’re in Raccoon City. Did nobody tell you that”, Carlos said as he turned around to face you, his face mirroring the look you were giving him.

“No”, you shook your head from one side to another as you said that one word to emphasize what you were saying since you were not sure if he had heard you at all for the reason that your voice sounded barely above a whisper as you spoke.

You stayed silent, taking in the newfound information you got from the male right in front of you.

Your brain scrambled a million thoughts together as bewilderment flooded inside your head. But even so, one question kept nagging you every time you woke up on top of the leather-topped bed you were placed and strapped on.

“How long was I in here?” You asked.

You were nervous as hell for some unknown reason but you were itching to know the answer.

What if I was in here for like a month? Are my friends worried?

Slowly, your heart began to pound in your chest, the sound becoming louder and louder until you could hear its hammering ringing inside your ears. You were starting to think that Carlos could hear the anxiety you were feeling even though you didn’t let it out verbally.

Please don’t be too long, please don’t be too long...

“One year”, Carlos finally responded after a few seconds of heavy silence.

Your heart dropped into your stomach again and you sure as hell heard it shatter into a million pieces after hearing those words come right out of his mouth.

“One year?”

“Yeah... Hey, don’t cry. Your pretty face might get ruined”, Carlos said as he wiped the stray tear that you didn’t even notice away with his calloused thumb and attempted to comfort you but it was no use. Your heart broke at those two words.

One year? That’s how long I was gone? That’s even worst than a month! How the hell was I missing for that long!?

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to bring you back to Illinois. If it makes you feel a bit more at ease, I snatched this bracelet and this necklace from Dr. Birkin’s office. Thought these might be really important to you”, Carlos spoke again as he took out a customized bracelet with your friend’s name on it and a silver necklace that had a(n) (birthstone) stone attached into a metal framing from one of his pockets.

You gently took the bracelet from his hand before reading the four letters that were written on each tiny cube bead.

Leon

God, how is he feeling right now?

You wondered.

Out of all the friends you’ve had, Leon was the most over-protective of them all. You didn’t know why he was like that but you were kind of glad that someone genuinely cared about you even though most of the time it was the cause of your arguments.

You see, you and Leon have been best friends since birth and so were both of your mothers. For some reason, your mother and his decided that it would be a good idea to get pregnant at the same time and then BOOM! You and Leon were born.

I’m so sorry, Leon.

“Hey, I don’t know who this Leon kid is but don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to him, too”, Carlos uttered out loud as if he could read your own random thoughts. He circled around you to place your necklace around your neck, making sure that he wouldn’t snip even a tiny part of your skin as he clasped the hooks together. You smiled.

“Thanks, Carlos. I owe you one”

“No problem, kiddo. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Yeah, and you were glad that you had one in that hell-hole of a facility you were in.

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Ayo! Chapter 1, wuz good?! I'm sorry this was kind of rushed. I was busy with dance and all that stuff🤣

Anyways, how was it? Did you like it? Did you not?

#leonkennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon s kennedy x reader #leonxreader #leon kennedy x you #leon+kennedy+fanfic #leon+kennedy+imagine #residentevil2 #resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfic #resident-evil-fanfic #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 2 #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #jill valentine

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anestheticrage · 4 years

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Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately.

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho.

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi- and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏 defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself.

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got:

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H)

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

- everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

- the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

- make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊).

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..."

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs

Yours Truly,

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 1,252 Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock @kemmastan @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @amirahiddleston @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual Rating: G a/n: This went in a slightly Spookier direction than I’d intended but I kept the heart of what you were asking so I hope you still like it! xo

“Don’t get lost, don’t get in trouble, and don’t mess around with things not meant for you.”

Yennefer’s warning had been stern, delivered like a mother reluctant to let her children wander off in the fair alone, but her and Geralt had business and you and Jaskier had convinced her to let you go. It didn’t take long before you broke all three rules. First you’d gotten lost trying to find where they sold the caramel apples, Jaskier declaring it a matter of utmost importance when you mentioned you’d loved eating them as a child. Then to distract you from your worry over getting lost, Jaskier had declared he would win a poppet for you in an archery game. He got into an argument with the game runner, accusing him of rigging it so he couldn’t win you the largest prize, and you’d ended up running away when the man tried to physically fight for his honor. This had left you panting and giggling behind the fair where festival ground turned to forest.

“Do you think Yennefer will be very cross?” you asked between breaths.

“I’m not scared of her,” Jaskier lied, “She likes you, so she won’t hurt you and you like me so you won’t let her hurt me.”

“Sound logic,” you said sarcastically. Then your attention had been pulled by a strange scent.

“What is it?” Jaskier asked as you stood up and began wandering a bit farther into the woods.

“I can smell the apples,” you’d said, walking a bit farther with Jaskier by your side now.

“Oh look!” he cried, pointing at a little hut in the distance. It was well-lit, candles illuminating the windows, and there was a sign out front; Welcome.

You approached cautiously though you both noticed a lack of fear of trepidation. You rapped your knuckles against the door gently and it fell open, light falling on you as it did.

“Come in,” a soft voice called. It sounded warm and matronly and it even made you smile a little as you entered. Jaskier walked in after you and froze, looking around the cozy hut which seemed bigger once inside. A lit hearth made the space warm and a woman sat on a very cozy looking couch, a handcrafted wooden table in front of her and two squishy looking armchairs facing her. You weren’t sure how old she was. She wasn’t gnarled and decrepit but there was a wisdom and a heaviness in her eyes that seemed they belonged to someone who had watched centuries pass, the same dramas played out again and again in different eras. She smiled and Jaskier stepped forward, you right beside him. You both took seats in the comfy chairs, sinking into its cushy depths with a sigh. You hadn’t realized how weary you were until that very moment.

“You have come to me for answers,” the woman said.

“We came because we smelled apples,” Jaskier admitted.

“I have no apples but I do have answers,” the woman replied, a serene smile on her face, “If you believe you have the courage to hear them.”

Though her words were ominous you felt no fear. This woman seemed harmless, someone who decided to try her hand at playing mystic.

“Alright,” you said brightly. The woman’s eyes went from yours to Jaskier’s.

“You both must agree, for the answers involve you both,” she said. You leaned up from the depths of the chair to glance at Jaskier.

“Sure,” he said with a carefree shrug, “Tell us all.”

“Oh you most certainly could not handle that,” the woman said with a tinkling little laugh, “But I can tell you of your futures. They are joined.”

“Of course they are,” you said with a little laugh, sharing a companionable smile with Jaskier, “Friends should always stay together.”

“You will die in two months,” the woman said, and your eyes quickly went back to hers, the first sinking feeling of doubt worming its way into your stomach as Yennefer’s words flitted through your brain, “…don’t mess around with things not meant for you.”

“You will not stay dead,” the woman continued, “You will die for but a moment and then true loves kiss shall bring you back, as your death will be caused by a curse. And after Jaskier kisses you –”

“Um-”

“How did you know my n-”

“We’re just f-”

She silenced you both with a quick look, just an edge of danger in those placid eyes that made you both hold your breath until the serene smile returned.

“After he kisses you, your paths will be bound. In truth they already are though you cannot see the threads that tether you to each other,” she said. You sat waiting for her to continue speaking for a few minutes but she just sat and smiled at you both.

“Well… that is… very kind of you to share,” you said cautiously, glancing over at Jaskier and slowly rising from the chair, “How much do we owe you?”

“You have already repaid me,” she said simply. She said nothing else and you both rose and awkwardly waved goodbye before stepping out of the hut. Once outside you both took a deep breath and began to laugh, the apple smell dissipating behind you as you strode further away.

“Well she’s certainly got atmosphere down,” you teased.

“Oh indeed! An amateur showman but she’ll get there in time. That so-called answer. Never bothered to explain what the question was,” Jaskier joked.

“I suppose she thought we were sitting here wondering if we loved each other,” you laughed, a bit too loudly and a bit too long while Jaskier joined in a bit too enthusiastically with a look a bit too incredulous. You’d only just crossed back into the comforting chaos of the fair when you heard your names called and jumped. In the distance Yennefer and Geralt walked towards you, and between them walked an all too familiar face. You and Jaskier exchanged a glance and you instinctively slipped your hand in his which he clasped tightly as the three moved closer.

“Y/N, Jaskier, tell me is there a rule you didn’t flout?” Yennefer asked.

“We’re alive aren’t we?” you argued.

“No matter, we’ve found what we were seeking,” Yennefer replied, gesturing to the woman between them. The woman gave you both that same smile and your heart hammered beneath your ribcage.

“A carnival teller?” Jaskier asked, “What do you need her for?”

“This carnival teller is the last true Seer in in the world,” Geralt answered. You felt Jaskier’s hand squeeze yours a bit tighter.

“What?” Yennefer asked suddenly, “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” you asked, failing at trying to sound casual while you clenched Jaskier’s hand so tightly you knew your knuckles were white and you were liable to do serious injury to one or both of you.

“Like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said.

Neither of you had an answer and Yennefer and Geralt looked at you both with impatience while the woman just kept smiling.

“Perhaps they’re simply not as brave as they thought,” the woman said, breaking the tense silence.

“We’d better get going before whatever has them frightened comes trying to kill us,” Yennefer sighed. Geralt gave a suspicious “hmm” and they gestured to begin walking. You all walked towards the camp, Geralt and Yennefer quietly talking to each other about their plans, you and Jaskier silently processing all that you’d learned. The woman just smiled.

#Jaskier x Reader #Jaskier imagines #Jaskier fluff #ish???#reader request

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thousandsunnywrites · 4 years

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Mister Sun

⤷ ficlet

part 1 | part 2

Ace x f!reader; romantic

⤷ synopsis: The only way to calm yourself down was by listening to Mister Sun by Barney. Sounds cute right? Don’t be a clown. This is a n g s t.

⤷ word count: 1,6k

⤷ a/n: aHHHHH heres my comeback from my hiatus 😎hope y’all liked it, i was writing when it was 4 AM and i downtripped to lots of sad songs, remembering how good and youthful life was before I became a boring old hag. das all folks, lemme know what u think as always! (((also im trying this new format just for ficlets/og works teehee)))

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“Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun,” Ace cooed as his rough fingers gently combed through your hair, “please shine down on me.” You shift on his lap, clearly still startled from the nightmare, but unwinding as he continues his humming while swaying lightly.

He was so warm against the cold night.

“You feeling better?” His head lulled a bit to the side, his loud yawn permeating the night air. Guilt bloomed in your chest for waking him up in these delicate hours, but you couldn’t help but need comfort. Your late mother always sang Barney’s song to calm you when you were younger, so naturally it was the only way to unravel your nerves, despite it being a child’s song.

“Thanks for doing this, I know it’s not really your style.” You briefly apologized. He waved it off.

“No biggie, anything for my girl.” He grinned, his toothy smile shining against the moonlit sea. Your giggle follows right after, his smiles always made you feel like everything was gonna be okay.

“Love you babe,” you dreamily sigh, still high off broken sleep.

“I know.”

You nestled your head on the meatiest part of his thigh, and fell asleep. When silence pervaded the air, he pulled you tight to him and closed his eyes. The tranquility of the night made you follow suit a bit after.

All things continued well, you went fishing with Ace the next morning, catching a bigger fish than him and bragging about it to Marco.

“Cheater!” Ace kept chanting as he demanded a rematch. “You just got lucky, lemme show you how it’s really done.” Grumbling, you acquiesced to his ramblings and hooked on bait.

“Ho,ho. You’re going down, lover boy.” You bore your sole into the wood of the deck, readying yourself for battle.

“Ready!” He counted down, “Set! Go!”

Fishing lines cast into the sea, a brief moment passing by before a fish tugs on your line first. Messily reeling it in, your feet trip over themselves, cursing as the rod slipped through your sweaty grip. Meanwhile, Ace grunted as he fought against his big catch before victoriously reeling it in. As much as you hate admitting it, you lost.

“Yeah!!” Ace rejoiced, admiring his fish, “we’re eating good tonight boys! Fire up the grills!” The resounding cheers of the crew followed after.

Moments like these, seeing everyone, especially Marco, merrily hammered with booze and seeing Ace mingling with the crowd, occasionally falling asleep, yet his smile never fading. It was moments like these that you wished never left because eventually everything becomes a distant memory.

As a little girl, you believed nightmares disappear after mom sings you to sleep. As an adult, you realized nightmares are never really gone; instead it slowly builds itself in a steady, continuous stream until it becomes real.

It became hell.

The marines took Ace.

Whitebeard rampaged.

And one thing leads to the other, you find yourself alongside his little brother on the battlefield. Ace looked disparaged sitting atop of the execution platform, protected by the best of the best.

“Ace!” With a determined look raging through his pupils, he grit his teeth and dug his fingernails through the log he was carrying, “We’ll save you! Y/n and I, we’ll save you!” His promise rang throughout the battlefield, commencing the beginning of the end.

The battle ensues, one thing leads to another and Ace is free, running towards freedom.

Until Akainu provokes him.

“Ha, the loser from the dead generation finally met his time.” The magma man inched closer as the flames flickered off of Ace’s body, angry.

“Take that back.” Ace growled, his white-knuckled fist engulfed in his flames.

Akainu snickered. “In other words, he’s an eternal loser who will never surpass Roger. Making all his underlings call him ‘old man’ and ‘father’ or whatever.... he got stabbed because his stupid ‘sons’ believed every word he said.”

“The old man gave us a place where we belong,” Ace lunged forward, fist in front, swallowed with rage, “don’t make fun of the old man who saved my life!”

He dodged gracefully, turning on his heel to jab Ace in the rib. They exchange punches, the belligerent admiral having the upper hand due to Ace’s lagging and recklessness. Akainu’s eyes shifted from the fire fist to the strawhat.

Perfect, he thought, time to end this.

He leaped in the air towards Luffy, the magma on his fist leaving a trail behind him and a smile as wide as ever. He won.

His fist never connected with the strawhat.

It bore a hole through Ace instead.

Even better.

Overwhelming dread filled the battlefield, especially in Luffy’s unwavering faith, because holy shit you’re not supposed to see right through him. “Ace!” Marco called from the other side, soaring to his side while everyone froze in fear as they watched the events unfold. Whitebeard can only watch in lament, knowing that he did all that he could and it still wasn’t enough. Luffy promised to save him, but why does it feel like he’s the one Ace saved?

He was there, within your reach. Why couldn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you do anything?

How could you let him die? Out of all the things you could’ve done for him, you cried.

Pathetic.

He was right there.

You rushed into the rumbling battleground, skidding against the concrete to plant yourself next to him. Luffy’s head whipped to you, holding Ace in his shaking arms. “Y-y/n,” Luffy trembled, and the look in his eyes said it all. He’s dying.

Ace exchanged a few incoherent words with Luffy, so melancholic that he went into shock, mouth agape as his eyes rolled back into his skull.

Swapping places with Luffy, you held Ace’s head on your lap. “Hey, don’t cry,” he brushed the hair clinging to your wet face, “don’t make that face. Doesn’t look like you.” He joked as you pulled him closer to your chest with your foreheads touching and hands shaking as it was on either side of his cheeks, screaming in frustration as tears stained the ground and shamelessly dripped over his face. The warm air contrasted with the coldness of Ace’s body.

“You’re gonna be fine,” your eyes scanned for a doctor, “you’re gonna live, you’ll be fine!” You called out to the nearest medic, asking them to save him.

“I’m sorry ma’am, it’s already too late, not much to do!”

“Bullshit! You’re a fucking doctor right? What kind of a doctor can’t even save a man dying in front of him?”

Scared, the poor doctor frantically skirted away, while Ace stared into your orbs, admiring them one last time. “No need to be upset,” he nuzzled his cheek against your thigh, “he can’t save me. Nobody can. My insides are fried.”

“Don’t talk like that!” If he wasn’t injured, you would’ve slapped the living shit out of him. “You’re not dying. I refuse. Get up.”

“It’s no use.”

You heave up his weight, slinging his arm over your shoulder, only to come crashing back down. The others watched in pity because all you can do was repeatedly punch the ground in dismay like a child throwing a tantrum.

“You can make it!”

“Y/n.”

“Luffy promised we’d save you and I intend to keep my word.”

“Y/n.”

While watching you trying to save him in vain, unconscious tears wet his cheeks as he bit his lip. It broke his soul to know that he has to leave you like this and there’s nothing he can do to help you. He wants to live. For you. But he knows better than to dream, especially in the condition he’s in. He haphazardly tapped your face with the fading strength he had.

“Y/n, calm down. I’ll be fine. Please don’t cry. Listen to me, yeah?”

You nodded, knowing it was a lie, but acquiescing to hear your lover.

“God, I’m so tired Y/n.” He took a shallow breath before continuing, “I wanna sleep but I don’t wanna go.” I don’t want to leave you alone, hangs on his lips.

This was the end of the line. You knew it was. His stagnant breaths told you so.

All of your movements stop, frustration replaced with empty acceptance. Ace can’t remember you like this, you thought, it’d only be harder for him. “Go ahead,” you manage to show him a forced smile, contrasting against your red nose and puffy eyes, telling him it’s okay. It’s okay to go. He was not nearly convinced, but it was getting harder to fight the sleep overwhelming his crisp body.

“Go sleep,” you encouraged once more, “I’ll be here for you, waiting for you.” You choked on the words as his smile relaxed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Love you, y/n.”

“I know.”

“Thank you for loving me.”

Clenching your fists, you bit the insides of your cheeks, hoping to drown out the deafening world. Everyone was screaming, but your heart screamed louder. Don’t go, your heart pleaded, I need you. Please don’t leave me.

But you knew better, Ace would’ve wanted to know that you’d be okay without him. You had to be strong. For him.

This is all that I can do for him.

Before all life left his body, you sang to him one last time, hoping it would provide him as much comfort as it did for you.

“Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun. Please shine down on me.”

The wind gushed by, taking his last breath with it. The end of the beginning was concluding, clearing a new path for a new era in its place. The war raged, filled with metal clashing and the wailing of crestfallen loved ones.

His vivre card burned, crumbling into thin air, as if it never existed.

Please wake me up from this nightmare.

#little miss angsty strikes again #part 1 cow tiddy suckers #one piece #one piece scenario #ace x reader #Portgas D. Ace

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Lost Song:10

Summary: The war between the Dragons and Griffons ended 233 years ago, and both races right along with it.

Or so it was believed. There are three individuals that will soon change that.

Kai is the last of the Dragons and he seeks to take what he sees as his rightful place and rule over all of Oblvi. Meanwhile, Shouta, the last Sphinx, wants nothing more than to do his job; keep the peace and and teach the young Fourth’s to hopefully avoid the mistakes of their ancestors. And Teris, a Foundling who is just trying to understand and survive in this strange new world that is supposedly her own.

All three have their own wants and desires, but Kai’s plans, Teris’ existence, and Shouta's past mean that none of them may get what they want.

This fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Notes: Flashbacks/memories are in italics. I decided to give Pops a name. Ryuu. For those of you who haven't read BNHA Vigilantes. His Purple Highness is a character from there.

10.1

Shouta entered the library of his Ilca dorm carrying a stack of essay’s to grade. His student's complained every time he assigned them homework. As if they alone suffered. If anything, they had it easy. They only had to write a single paper. Where as he had to grade them all. He set down the pile and frowned at the top page. ...And try to decipher Kaminari’s handwriting, he thought with a tired sigh.

Shouta shuffled the Venti-High Elf’s essay with its chaotic scrawl to the bottom of the pile and sat down. At least he had the next few nights off from patrol. Though it was doubtful he would get any rest from the time off. Not with members of the Council arriving and the truth of Teris being a griffon needing to be guarded. If anything, he’d probably get even less sleep than usual.

The thought of Teris had Shouta reaching into his pants pocket in search of the item he had been carrying around for two days. His hesitance was illogical and had to end. With Elders of the Council arriving later this evening, he could no longer stall. He had to give Teris the gift today.

A soft humming growl reverberated in Shouta’s chest. Not gift, he corrected himself. Why did he keep on thinking of the thing as a gift?

He growled again at the other, far more crucial failing on his part. With the Council Elders arriving this evening, Shouta should've given the thing to Teris this morning. But the infuriating woman had had been spoiling for a fight. And with the little sleep he had invaded by dreams of her. Shouta, in his irritation, had given in and snapped back. Because of that he had held off giving Teris the bracelet. He couldn’t say why, but he didn’t want to give her the gift in anger. It’s not a gift, Shouta told himself inner voice stern in it’s scolding. It’s a necessary thing for her protection.

Shouta entered Nedzu’s office. “You wanted to see me.”

“Yes. Please come in and have a seat. We have a concerning issue. Tea?” The Director of Traverseen Hall offered.

Shouta sat before the Hybrid’s desk and shook his head. When Nedzu didn’t even make himself a cup, Shouta realized just how serious the matter was.

“I’ve been informed that some Elders of the Council will be coming to Traverseen Hall. They wish to see the Foundling’s.” Nedzu said.

The heckles on the back of Shouta’s neck rose in protective aggression and worry. “Teris… There a those on the Council that will know her for a griffon at first scent.”

Nedzu nodded. “I’m aware. It’s not an easy thing to tell a Fourth's species by scent alone, especially when both parties are in human form. But there are those on the Council who were high ranking in the Griffon Court and dealt with griffons often and closely enough to know Teris is one at first whiff. While a few others would be able to do the same, having specialized in hunting and stalking out griffon locations for the dragons. If one such Elder is part of the group that’s coming. I fear there is little we could do to stop them from taking Teris before the panel. And we both know what that would mean.”

Shouta's chin ducked, teeth baring in a snarl that was hidden by his capture weapon. Teris was his. He would end anyone who dared tried to take her from him.

Nedzu went on. “It’s why I called you here. I’m aware the Dryad King found a small library of books near where he discovered you. And that he kept those books secret from the Council, gifting them to you as your inheritance as the last Sphinx. I was hoping somewhere in that small portion of what remained of the vast stores of Sphinx knowledge is something that could assist us in this.”

Shouta had barely been able to focus on teaching his class that day. When the school day finally ended he had filed out quicker than his student's. He had missed dinner and evening lesson with Hizashi and Teris. Having called in a favor with Nemuri to cover his patrol, Shouta had spent a sleepless night locked in his chambers scouring the books in his personal armory for something to help. An hour before sunrise, he had found a solution. If he combined a specifically forged charm and overlayed a certain spell on it… The following night had been another sleepless one.

An echoing clang of metal hitting metal sounded from deep within the bowels of Traverseen Hall. Even in the middle of winter the furnace room was as hot and sweltering as hell. The place was windowless and dark. The sole light of the furnace fire throwing long flickering shadows.

Tired and slick with sweat, Shouta set down the hammer and examined the layered mix of salted iron and shining silver. He pushed back his plastered hair and wiped the sweat from his brow with a leather gloved hand. One more turn in the fire and a few more hits of the hammer, and the charm would be complete.

The cuff bracelet he was making could've been made from of any metal. It definitely would've been easier and far quicker if he opted not to blend two separate metals. But given the dangers Teris would face on the patrols she and Hizashi would go on with him, Shouta found it illogical to waste the opportunity to add other layers of protection.

Sweat rolling down his bare chest, Shouta smiled, pleased with how the gift was turning out. He frown at the cuff. Why did he keep thinking of it as a gift? It wasn’t a gift. It was a necessity. He wasn’t doing this to court Teris. He was doing it because the Council was coming and Teris needed protection from being sniffed out as a griffon. Him making this thing had nothing to do with his care for her. He had no care for her. The only reason he was doing this was because it was his responsibility as Ilca leader to see both Teris and Hizashi protected.

Shouta didn’t dare ask himself if he would’ve put the same amount of time and effort into making the item look perfect and pleasing if it were for Hizashi's protection instead of Teris’. Shouta did his best not to examine his thoughts where Teris was concerned. Why would he? Teris was an annoyance he’d rather not think about at all.

Black pants hanging low on his hips, Shouta stepped back to the fire. It was cathartic to thrust the confounded item he kept thinking of as a gift into the blaze.

Humans might’ve needed protection against the furnaces heat and sparks. But even in human form Shouta didn’t have to worry about such things. The only thing he had to worry about was getting this right the first time. While he had enough material in the stores of his personal armory to make the gift. He only had enough for one attempt.

Shouta turned the long tongs, evenly heating the salted iron and sliver. More strands of inky black hair fell from the messy bun. The escaped dark waves clung to his face and neck. Sweat sizzled on his body and evaporated. It rolled down his chest and pooled in his navel then continued on and caught in the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

Thoroughly heated, Shouta pulled the red hot metal from the flame and returned it to the anvil. The firelight highlighted the rolling muscles of Shouta's back as he took up the hammer and lifted it. He brought it down with a clank and mass of sparks.

With the charm forged he now had to place the overlaying spell on it. But something made him pause. The charmed bracelet would muddle the scent of the wearer’s species. While the spell would stop the charm from interfering with the wearer’s personal scent. It meant that Teris would still smell like herself; but she wouldn’t smell like a griffon. But what if one of the coming Council members were so familiar with griffons that muddling the smell of Teris’ species wasn’t enough?

If he added a few strands from his mane. No. The underlying scent of a Fourth’s species became stronger and much more prominent in their true form. Such a powerful scent of hereditary marker would garner attention in itself. But if he were to add some hair from his human form, the charmed bracelet would carry and muddle his species scent along with Teris’.

Shouta hummed, pleased at the thought of Teris having a part of him so close. He frowned. What kind of silly youngling thought was that? Why would he even want Teris to keep a part of him close when he couldn’t stand and didn’t want to be near her? Growling, Shouta blamed his exhaustion. He rubbed his tired eyes and read over the instructions for making the charm to be sure the addition of his hair would work. Satisfied that it would, he pulled the tie holding his hair back. The dark, sweat drenched locks fell with a plop.

He smirked at the thought of how Teris would react if she knew she would be wearing his unwashed hair around her wrist. But it was more than a petty vengeance. His beastly scent would be more potent this way.

Shouta reached up and sectioned out a bit of hair from the nape of his neck. Mind wandering back to the thought of Teris keeping a part of him close, Shouta carefully braided the strands unaware of the smile that crept onto his face.

Shouta stared down at the bracelet in his hand. Like all creators he easily picked out every minute flaw in his creation. Even though he had been careful in braiding, and selected the best portion of the strand to use. His critical eye found the braid sloppy. It’s weave marginally tighter at one end of the cuff and looser at the other.

At least he had done a bit better with the actual metal work. The layers sandwiched silver and salted iron so thin a Fourth would have to be in their true form and squinting to see them. The cuff looked like one solid piece. The salted iron giving it a charcoal color. While the silver gave it a sheen. His braided hair looked like a decorative black metal detail. And with the charm finished, its spell set in place, it may as well have been. Even in their true form, only a small handful of Fourth's would be able to see it as the hair it truly was.

Shouta ran a calloused thumb over the bracelet. He wondered if Teris would like it. The clock in the great room chimed the hour. Teris would soon be returning from her lessons with Kai. A slight nervous excitement bubbled up inside him. He scolded himself. This wasn't a courting gift. It was something he had to do protect Teris from the Council.

What if she did more than not like it? What if Teris rejected it? Maybe he should have Hizashi give it to her. Teris would surely be more accepting of the bracelet if given from Hizashi instead of him. A low growl rumbled in Shouta’s chest at the thought of Hizashi giving Teris the gift he had worked so hard on.

Shouta stared at the bracelet and sighed. Truth is getting harder and harder to ignore, he thought. He shook his head and told himself to shut up.

It’s an illogical waste of time and energy to continue attempting to deny the truth, his inner voice continued. You’ll have to face the fact of it sooner or later. Why this stubborn insistence on delaying the inevitable?

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shouta told himself.

Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise. Just admit that you want her, his voice of reason sounded. This blatant denial of facts is childish and doesn’t suit you.

I don’t want her. I can barely stand her, Shouta argued with himself.

Then why worry if she’ll like the cuff and accept it?

You’re right, he told himself. It’s a necessity not a gift. As her Ilca leader, I’ll simply order Teris to wear the thing.

That’ll certainly warm her to you and win her favor, his inner voice taunted.

What do I care if Teris warms to me, he thought.

You did proposition her with seeking release, he told himself.

That was simply so I wouldn’t have to go to Nemuri. It’s not like I asked Teris to mate or be companions, he reasoned.

You wanted to though, his voice of reason pressed.

No. I didn’t, Shouta thought getting annoyed with himself.

You were disappointed when Teris turned down your offer of release.

Release, he thought. There’s no feelings involved with that.

There can be, his rational side argued.

Yeah, well, there wouldn’t have been if Teris accepted, he told himself.

You should ask her again, he thought. With her around you’ll be needing release more often. You need it now. No doubt she’s needs it too. Maybe after you give her this gift…

The main door to the dorm opened drawing Shouta’s attention and ending his inner argument. He rose to his feet and exited the library. The sight of Teris made him pause. She was beautiful. Lips slightly swollen and redder than usual. The ends of her hair damp and wetting her shirt. Wait… The smell of sex carried across the great room and assaulted his nose.

Shouta growled, heckles rising. The light excitement he had felt upon seeing Teris darkened and disappeared. His heart clenched. Chest aching as if physically wounded. Incisors lengthening Shouta pressed teeth painfully together, trying to get himself under control. The image of biting down and ripping Kai’s throat out danced in his mind along with other far less desirable scenes of Teris and Kai together.

A faint burning red mixed and tinted his charcoal colored eyes. He was kill the Dragon for taking what was his.

She’s not yours, his inner voice of reason taunted. You don’t even want her. Remember?

Right, Shouta gruffly thought. He had no interest in Teris. No desire to take and claim her and make her his. She was free to seek release with whomever she pleased. The only reason it mattered to him was because Teris was a griffon and Kai a dragon. That was why he was upset. No. Not even upset. Just concerned. As Teris’ Ilca leader, it was his duty to protect her. And Teris had just unknowingly put herself in further danger by seeking release with Kai.

Teris’ nerves were still on edge from the encounter with the red winged man. Relief instantly filled her at the sight of Shouta. His presence alone made her feel safe and secure. Shouta would know what to do and how to deal the winged man.

Teris rushed across the room to him. “Shouta--”

Shouta stepped back with a hard blowing exhale. The smell of sex and Kai on her was too much to handle. He couldn’t bare it. He shoved the bracelet at her, letting go without a care if Teris had a grasp on it or not. “For you.”

Teris fumbled with the item thrust at her. She didn’t even look at it. “Okay. But first--”

Shouta made his way to the still open door. He needed to get away from the stench of Kai and sex on her.

“Shouta! Where are you going? I need--”

“I don’t care what you need. Either deal with it yourself. Or wait till I get back.”

Teris stared after him, hurt and angry by his dismissal. She wanted to ask when he’d be back. Wanted to yell and demand he stay and listen.

Shouta slammed the door behind him.

Teris jumped, startled by the resounded sound. Left alone with her worry and growing anger.

10.2

Even after a long hot shower Kai was still upset he hadn’t been able to bring Teris back to his rooms and properly tend to her. Though she had assured him she was fine with a quick cleansing dip in the hot springs, he had wanted. Needed. To do more. It was his own propensity for cleanliness, mixed with the instinct to care for his chosen mate that had left him angry and distressed about his inability to properly tend to her.

Next time, Kai thought as he buttoned up his shirt. Next time he would show Teris what a good, caring attentive mate he would make her.

His cock stirred at the memory of Teris beneath him. The feel of her tight silken heat was something he would never forget and couldn’t wait to feel again. His eyes closed remembering the way she had moaned and cried out his name. He frowned recalling how she hadn’t been blushing or nervous at the start. Even in the heat of the moment with beastly instincts running high from the chase Teris hadn’t behaved like a virgin.

A growl bubbled in his chest. It was cut short by a knock at his chambers door.

“Enter.” Kai called, tightening his tie in place.

The door opened revealing Hari. “Master Ryuu has been seen on his way. He will be here shortly.”

“All work has been stopped?” Kai questioned, wanting to make sure.

Hari nodded. “All work ended late last night, just as you ordered. The Ilca has informed your followers to cease and conceal all doings until they have been told it is safe to begin again.”

“Good.” Much as Kai hated having to pause his efforts to reclaim the lost Dragon throne. Continuing them while members of the Council were here would be reckless and foolish. Especially when one of the visiting Council members was the man that had found his egg and raised him.

Kai exited his room and walked down the long hall. Hari turned and followed a respectful half-step behind the Dragon.

“I hope it’s alright. I took it upon myself to order the Ilca to busy themselves elsewhere this evening.” Hari said.

“Excellent. There’s no reason for them to meet Ryuu anyway.” Kai’s eyes slid to Hari. “Though if they do happen to find themselves in his presence they are to show him every level of respect.”

Hari nodded. “Of course, Sir. Master Ryuu is the reason you are here to give us purpose and hope. He deserves the utmost respect for that. I will make sure the Ilca knows it.”

“He’s a kind man who might suggest you stay with us. But we both know you have work to do. So after I introduce you, take your leave. Understood.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A knock on the door sounded just as they reached the great room. Hari quickened his steps to answer.

“Master Ryuu. It’s an honor.” Hari bowed. “Please. Come in.”

Ryuu looked about the Ilca dorm. The space seemed to expand and contract, perspective changing in direct response to his focus. He had known Traverseen Hall had been built by some of the most powerful Dwarf clans a thousand or so years before the rise and rule of Dragons and Griffons. But that didn’t make it any less impressive to finally see the ancient and powerful magic the place was imbued with.

“Do you ever walk around in your true form in here?” Ryuu questioned, a desire to try himself welling up. As a Tengu, his true forms size wasn’t hugely different from his human form. Still, to see and experience how the space altered to accommodate the change…

“That would be unseemly. You raised me better than that.” Kai said.

Ryuu’s eyes fixed and focused on the Dragon. A warm smile sprung to life. “Kai. My boy.” He looked the young Dragon over. “Not such a boy anymore. Look at you.”

Kai cleared his throat, glad for Hari’s preemptive removal of the rest of his Ilca.

Ryuu smirked and glanced out of the corner of his eye at Hari. “I’ve embarrassed him. He was never good with being fawned over. Now praise. That’s a different matter entirely. Kai’s never had any issues with being told how smart and special he is.”

Hari ducked his head and looked away, uncomfortable. He could feel Kai’s molten eyes on him. Judging and waiting for reaction.

After a brief moment, Kai spoke. “This is Hari. My second.”

Well aware Kai was subtly telling him ‘enough’, Ryuu inclined his head. “And I’m sure Kai’s told you all about me.”

Hari bowed again. “Master Ryuu. It is an honor.”

“You already said that my boy. Are you looking to make this old Tengu blush?”

Kai felt the beginning of a growl at Ryuu’s informal address. It didn’t matter whether Ryuu had called Hari ‘my boy’ because the Tengu already felt a warm favor toward him. Or simply because Hari was introduced as his second. Kai didn’t like it. Ryuu was his mentor. Hari his second. His things didn’t converse or bond without his say.

Even though the Ilca dorm was empty save for them, Kai extended a hand toward one of the private sitting rooms. “Shall we sit.”

Ryuu nodded and stepped in the direction Kai had gestured. He stopped when Hari bowed and turned away. “You’re not joining us?”

“He has work to do.” Kai answered for him.

“Ah. Of that I am far too familiar with. Even here work follows me.” Ryuu said, entering the sitting room.

Kai paused, respectfully waiting for the Tengu to sit first. “If I may ask. What brings you here?”

Ryuu’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “They didn’t tell you?”

Kai stared across the coffee table. A tight tenuous smile graced his lips. “I am rarely told anything.”

Ryuu chest lifted and fell in a sad silent sigh. He wasn’t some deluded old man that thought if people were more kind and welcoming Kai wouldn’t being looking to reclaim his throne. But he liked to believe that Kai would’ve softened and responded if he was treated with less guarded animosity simply for being a dragon. And yes, Ryuu was aware of Kai’s plans to claim the lost dragon throne. Even if Ryuu’s clan of spies hadn’t reported hearing such whispers. He knew Kai too well having raised him.

“We are here to meet the Foundlings.” Ryuu said, speaking of himself and the other Council members he arrived at Traverseen Hall with.

Kai blinked, pretending this was news. Just because that Rat Director hadn’t informed him of anything didn’t mean his wasn’t fully aware of things. He simply had wanted Ryuu to be the first to bring Teris up.

“I was charged with the females Foundling’s instruction.” Kai said.

A proud smile tugged at Ryuu’s lips. “So I’ve been told. What can you tell me of her?”

Kai took in a breath, resting forearms on knees.

Ryuu’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly noting a subtle change in Kai’s expression.

“She’s smart. Clever and capable. Eager to learn and able to retain what she’s read or been told.” Kai could go on forever talking about Teris’ desirable attributes. But he didn’t want to appear like a lovesick fool.

“High praise coming from you.” Ryuu commented. And it was true. Kai was a hard man to please.

Wanting his mentor to properly meet and get to know his chosen mate, Kai offered. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing her during tomorrow’s gathering. But if you wish, I could have her join us for dinner tomorrow evening.”

Thinking of the reason he and the others were here, Ryuu nodded. “I would like that.”

Kai inclined his head. Glad to have his plans so easily set. Now all he had to do was invite Teris who would surely and readily agree.

Oblvi Facts 1

(aka info dump cause I’m a lazy writer who’s not making the effort to fit this seamlessly into the fic)

A bit about Dryads:

Dryads of Oblvi were one of the first earth Spirits in existence. Like Venti, they are elementals. Though not the Elemental of earth.

They are ruled by either a king or queen. Their current ruler, His Purple Highness, is also an Elder on the Council. His reign as King began 380yrs into the 867yrs Dragon-Griffon war. And he has ruled as the Dryad King for a total of 711yrs.

Dryad’s do not mate/bond. It is against their nature and something they are incapable of doing. Occasionally Dryad’s will take on or become companions with one or more Fourth’s. But as a whole they simply seek and provide other Fourth's with release. Unmated Fourth's or those lacking a companion will often seek a Dryad out for release. Though not compelled by their nature or some order to accept a Fourth seeking release. A Dryad will rarely, if ever, turn the seeking Fourth away. Release/sex is not needed for a Dryad to live. But it does provide many benefits to the Dryad, their home tree, and consequently surrounding flora.

A Dryad’s home tree is the tree they were born from. It more than houses their soul. It is their soul. The only way a Dryad can be away from their home tree for more than a day is by taking and carrying a cutting of their home tree. Even then, if the cutting were removed for whatever reason the Dryad would weaken, wither, and die sooner than the usual day they could survive away from their home tree. This is why the chosen Piece of Their Person for all Dryad’s is a cutting from their home tree.

Since a Dryad’s home tree is their soul, the physical and emotional state of a Dryad will effect their home tree. This is most noticeable when having sex. As a Dryad’s arousal heightens flower buds will appear on the cutting and home tree. During the act, those buds will grow. Upon orgasm/release the buds will blossom and bloom. The magic imbued within the pollen of a Dryad’s release will carry on the air and spawn a reaction in the surrounding plant life causing those plants to blossom and flower in kind. While it’s not necessary for a Dryad’s sexual partner to orgasm for this to happen. Their partner's release does strengthen the magic in their pollen thus creating and supporting further life in the area surrounding them and their home tree.

10.3

Along with her own personal quarters, Nemuri had a different set of chambers where she took Fourth's seeking release. While she wouldn’t have minded allowing some of her regulars into her personal space. Having separate rooms was all together easier for a number of reason. Not the least of which was the feelings of one of her three companion's.

Poor Sekijiro. Tonight was suppose to be his night. But when Shouta who rarely sought release and always scheduled appointment several days in advance had shown up without one, Nemuri couldn’t send her friend away.

Thankfully she had been the one to answer the door and had been able to tell Sekijiro of their evenings delay without Shouta hearing. Cause let’s face it, Shouta had already been apologizing and trying to leave despite his clear need for release.

The Sphinx's level of control amazed her. As a Beast still early in his prime one would've expected Shouta to come seeking release at least once a week if that little. Yet it had been months since Shouta had last sought her out. And she knew for a fact Shouta didn’t have agreement with anyone else to seek release from.

Speaking of agreements. Along with scheduling before hand, despite Nemuri telling him it wasn’t necessary, Shouta had a list of set rules. Lists of preferences or strict no’s were rather common. But Shouta's list was extensive. Nemuri supposed it was part of Shouta's nature as a Sphinx to want to be prepared for every possible outcome. Never mind his need for control as an apex alpha.

Despite one of his rules being no cuddling after, Shouta always provided other forms of aftercare. It was an unnecessary thing. And most who sought release didn’t do it. If she needed tending after Nemuri had her companion's for that. But whether it was because they were friend's. Or Shouta was simply such a caring lover it bled through even in this professional setting of release. Shouta always asked if she needed anything. If he had tied her up, his calloused hands would smooth over her body seeking out tense muscles or knots to message away.

Shouta hadn’t tied her up this time. There had been no scene to lengthen his release. There hadn’t even been much foreplay. Not that Nemuri was complaining. Shouta always satisfied. And tonight was no different. Already having one orgasm, Nemuri was well on her way to a second.

Panting and sweating Nemuri's nails raked up Shouta's strong arms encouraging him along. She delighted in the way his biceps quivered and rolled under her touch. Shouta growled. His powerful hands gripped her hips, holding her still.

The head of his cock hit that spot inside her. Nemuri threw her head back and moaned. Her sensitive pussy clamping down around his thick pulsing length.

Shouta's hands tightened, fingers digging into Nemuri's flesh, adding a delicious pain to her pleasure. Nemuri moaned again. Shouta’s betraying mind once again wondered what Teris would sound like. His teeth scraped over and bit into his bottom lip wanting to bite at Teris’ tender flesh. He wanted to feel Teris dig her nails into him. Wanted to hear Teris moan and scream his name. He would mark her and claim her as his. Would feast on her lips and…

The cutting of Nemuri's home tree laid at the base of her throat jostling with Shouta's every hard, deep thrust. Three new dark purple buds sprung out near the already blossomed flowers.

“Fuck.” Shouta cursed, thrusts growing ragged and rougher.

Nemuri's back arched, pressing her breast into Shouta's large groping palm. He tweaked and twisted her nipple. She moaned again. The coil within her tightened further making her vision go white.

Shouta's eyes squeezed further shut. Teeth gritted, he shook his head. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? Balls heavy and tight. Cock throbbing and ready to burst. He was so damn close to cumming. But it wouldn’t happen. Why wouldn’t it happen? Why couldn’t he cum?

Growling, Shouta stopped.

“Wha--” Dazed by her impending orgasm, Nemuri lifted her head.

“Sorry.” Shouta mumbled.

Despite the set rules Shouta had about no kissing or touching of the face or lips, Nemuri reached out to cup his handsome face. It was an instinct born of desire to help her friend and happened without thought.

Shouta jerked his head back. He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you.”

Shouta let her go and pulled his cock out of her wet heat. He rose to his knees, chest rumbling with a noise of disapproval. Deep voice stern, Shouta shook his head. “No. You know I’m not looking for connection or affection. Merely release. Nothing more.”

Arousal fading, the purple buds on Nemuri's piece withered and fell away leaving only the blossomed flowers from her first orgasm. “I’m well aware. I just thought that with everything going on you might need something more to help you along.”

“Going against the boundaries I set isn’t going to make me less tired or distracted by the Council’s presence.” Shouta said, face expressionless.

Nemuri blinked rapidly eyes rolling in her head. Is that the excuse he was going with? They both knew full well him being tired and distracted had nothing to do with it. Still, he was right about her crossing a line. It didn’t matter how pure or earnest her reasoning was. It had been unprofessional and wrong.

“I’m sorry. I overstepped. It won’t happen again.” Nemuri said.

Shouta gave a curt nod of forgiveness, the matter over and forgotten the moment she said it wouldn’t happen again.

Nemuri propped herself up on elbows. Her piece fell safely between her breasts. The cutting of her home tree hanging by a smooth, shining cord of black leather. “But if you ever want to properly kiss or allow the touching of faces. I would be okay with it.” She shrugged. “Who knows? It might make what you were imagining feel more real.”

Shouta's eyes sharpened. The rest of his face an expressionless mask. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not offended. Plenty of Fourth's seeking release close their eyes and pretend to be with someone they favor.”

“My eyes were closed because I’m tired.” Shouta said.

“So you were falling asleep while fucking me? Now that would offend me.”

Shouta sat on his haunches and sighed. He knew Nemuri had been close and felt guilty for leaving her in want. “I could finger or go down on you.”

Nemuri smiled gently. Shouta was such a sweet, caring person. Not that many knew it. Seeing only the cold hard exterior of indifference Shouta displayed to protect himself. “You already gave me one release. This was for you, Shouta. What’s going on? Why couldn’t you finish?”

Irrational as it was Shouta refused to accept the known facts on why a Fourth was unable to finish. He rose up and moved from between Nemuri's legs to sit on the edge of the bed. “This arrangement works because it’s of benefit to both of us.”

“This arrangement works because you tell yourself it’s of benefit to both of us.”

Shouta looked back at her.

Nemuri sat up and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s true and you know it. Even if I didn’t have three companions. There are countless others who regularly provide me with release when they seek it for themselves.” She looked over Shouta's strong, naked frame and smiled. “Not that release with you isn’t some of the best I have.”

Shouta huffed. He shook his head and looked away. Wavy dark hair fell across his face hiding the light blush Nemuri's praise evoked.

Nemuri got out of bed and slipped on a robe. “So what’s the matter?”

Shouta took the tissues she offered him and wiped his softening cock clean of her arousal. “Just tired.”

Well aware of the same facts Shouta was blatantly ignoring, Nemuri challenged. “You’ve been tired before and always finished.”

Shouta tossed the tissues in the bedside trashcan and reached for his clothes.

“Does it have anything to do with a certain member of your Ilca?” Nemuri pressed.

Shouta’s head snapped back to her. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Nemuri smirked at the Sphinx's furrowed brows and bared teeth.

Fingers fumbling with his pants zipper, Shouta muttered. “This has absolutely nothing to do with Teris.”

“Who said anything about Teris? I was talking about Hizashi.”

Shouta's eyes narrowed. He didn’t need to see Nemuri's dancing blue eyes to know the Dryad was toying with him. He could hear the smirking tease in her tone. “This has nothing to do with anyone.”

“Fine. But I’m here if you need to talk.” Nemuri sighed.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Shouta brusquely pulled on his long sleeve shirt.

“As you say.”

Shouta suddenly softened. “Sorry. I didn’t check. You need anything. Water? Warm towel? I could draw you a bath.”

Nemuri smiled in thanks. “No, Sweetie. I’m good. Just gonna take a quick shower and meet Sekijiro.”

“Alright then.” Shouta turned and made for the door.

Nemuri opened her mouth to ask one more time if he was alright, but stopped. There was only one reason why a Fourth in their prime wouldn’t be able to finish. Shouta knew that just as well as she. If he wasn’t ready to admit to it there was little she could do to help. At least at the moment.

Shouta walked through the long hallway of Nemuri's Ilca dorm. Lost in thought it took him a moment to register Sekijiro’s presence.

Waiting for Nemuri to finish with her unexpected caller, Sekijiro had left the doors to his rooms open. It was bad enough he had to suffer sharing Nemuri with her two other companion's. Never mind the Fourth's that continually called on her for release. But tonight was suppose to be his night alone with her.

Having heard Shouta exit the hated chambers Nemuri used for those seeking release, Sekijiro moved to stand in the doorway of his quarters. The smell Nemuri and sex on the Sphinx invaded his nostrils. His red eyes glowed. A deep, dangerous growl echoed through the long hallway.

Sekijiro would’ve thought that as a beast Shouta would understand. Or at least have sympathy for his situation. It wasn’t as if the Sphinx didn’t know about his predicament. Badly kept secret that it was. There wasn’t a single Fourth in Traverseen Hall, aside from the student's, who wasn’t aware Sekijiro was emotional mated to Nemuri. That as hers and hers alone Sekijiro couldn’t have sought release elsewhere. Even if he wanted to it would've been useless. He wouldn’t have been able to finish.

Shouta inclined his head in stiff greeting as he passed. “Kan.”

“Aizawa.” Sekijiro growled out between clenched teeth.

Bad as Shouta had felt for Sekijiro. He had seen it as the mans own fault for falling in love with Nemuri when Dryad’s were incapable of mating. It had struck him as irrational that Sekijiro had let his feelings grow to the point that the Vampuric Gargoyle was essentially one-sidedly mated. That was until tonight. Until Shouta discovered first hand that no matter the effort you didn’t always have a say in who you fell in love with.

10.4

Teris had grown more and more furious as time progressed. How dare Shouta leave like that when she needed him. Of course Hizashi, ever the peacemaker between her and the ill-tempered Sphinx, had tried to soothe her anger saying Shouta was probably on edge about the Council’s arrival. So what? For some reason everyone at Traverseen Hall was on edge about the Council’s arrival. Far as Teris saw it that didn’t excuse Shouta’s behavior. Kai never would’ve ignored her and walked out like that. Kai would've listened and…

Teris shivered. She had never seen Kai act violently. But something told her the Dragon was more than capable of doing so. She pushed aside the foreboding feeling and inner knowledge that she never would've gone to Kai about the winged mans kiss, and continued pacing the great room.

She hadn’t told Hizashi about the encounter with the strange winged Fourth either. Hizashi had only stopped by the dorm to change and get ready for his date with Oboro. Teris hadn’t want to ruin his time by worrying him. Or worse have Hizashi call off the date to stay with her until Shouta returned.

It wasn’t really that big a deal. Angry as Teris was about the unwanted kiss. It had been the look in mans eyes that truly disturbed her. The sharp dissecting gaze that seemed to pierce deeper than skin and bone. Like she was some sort of puzzle to examined and solved.

Teris unconsciously rubbed the bracelet Shouta had given her. The act brought a calming comfort. Her muscles relaxed then tightened when she caught herself. Teris growled and pulled her hand away from her right wrist. A petulant urge to take the thing off welled up inside her. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Why had Shouta given it to her? More like threw at her, Teris thought with a huff. ”For you.” Shouta's gruff words as he thrust the bracelet toward her replayed in her mind.

Teris looked down at the bracelet for the hundredth time. Not overly large or ornate, it held a reserved, subtle beauty. Her fingers traced over the braiding wondering what metal had been used for the decorative detail. The thing was flawless. Certainly the finest piece of jewelry she had ever owned.

With another growl, Teris made for the door. Waiting around here was driving her crazy. The night was nice. Maybe a stroll would take her mind off everything. Besides, the last thing she wanted was for Shouta to return and discover she had been waiting for him.

Teris opened the door and walked straight into the Sphinx. She crashed into Shouta's solid chest and stumbled back a step. Strong arms wrapped around and steadied her. The smell of sex and someone she vaguely recognized as Shouta's fellow Ilca leader friend Nemuri burned her nostrils.

Face an inch from hers, Shouta stared into Teris’ wide eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, warm breath ghosting over him. She had showered and changed. The smell of Kai and sex was gone, leaving her scent alone to delight in. Shouta’s humming purr went unnoticed by Teris who pushed and pulled away.

“Get off!” Teris tripped over her feet and stumbled again.

Shouta reached to steady her. Teris slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” Teris hissed through bared teeth.

A low displeased sound came from Shouta's throat. The known facts were wrong. There was no way he loved this irritating, ungracious woman.

Teris’ gut twisted, heart aching. Was that where Shouta had been? Having sex with Nemuri. Had it been a scheduled meet up for release? Or just something that happened? Both prospects were equally upsetting.

Why, she asked herself. You had sex with Kai only few hours ago. What’s it matter who Shouta seeks release from?

It matters because I was unsettled by that winged man and needed him, Teris thought. Shouta's my Ilca leader. He’s suppose to be there and help in times of trial. If he left in a rush when I needed him just to— Her mind stopped, forcing the abhorrent image of Shouta and Nemuri from her head.

She took shallow breaths through her mouth trying to lessen the sicking stench of sex and Nemuri from invading her senses. Needing fresh air more than ever Teris took off down the hall.

“Teris. Get back here.” Shouta stared after her a moment. When she didn’t stop and return he stormed after her. His longer stride saw him quickly catch up. “Where are you going?”

“Away.” Teris puffed, trying and failing to pull ahead of him.

“It’s late. Get back in the dorm.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“Teris…” Shouta’s hand brushed her arm.

Teris spun right hand swinging out.

Shouta grabbed her wrist before the slap could connect. Teeth bared he pulled Teris to him by the forearm he held. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You! You’re what’s wrong.“ Teris accused, free hand pushing against Shouta’s firm chest.

Shouta stood immovable. His eyebrows knitted together. “Me?”

“You with your face and hair and way you move. That voice that makes me—“ Teris didn't know if she caught and stopped herself. Or stopped because someone was approaching.

“No!” The man approaching complained. “Don’t stop on my account. I just love watching confessions of love. There’s nothing better. Well, there is. But I wouldn’t watch that unless you two invited.”

Shouta stiffened. His eyes darted down to Teris’ wrists. Relief washed over him. She was wearing the bracelet. A warm exhilaration blossomed in his chest. She was wearing the bracelet.

Shouta’s thumb brushed over the metal made warm by its contact with Teris’ wrist. The spell broken when Teris pulled her arm free of his hold and turned on the newcomer.

Shouta did the same. The both of them telling that a there had been no confession of love because neither felt anything of the sort.

The Dryad King smirked at the way the two spoke over each other in their rush to assert their mutual dislike. This era’s youth sure were curious. Why did they insist on making everything so difficult? Granted in his day there had been a war raging. The youth of his time having serious matters to contend with. Still, was this ages young ones that in want of tension and spectacle? Surely they could find meaningful trial elsewhere. Love was suppose to be easy.

Shouta stopped. He frowned at Teris who continued on for a time.

“Your Highness.” Shouta inclined his head to the tall, slender man. “Are you lost?”

The Dryad King placed a manicured hand to his exposed chest. The buttons of his dress shirt undone all the way down to his tailored vest. “I came to see you, Shouta.”

“We’ll be seeing each other at tomorrow’s afternoon gathering.” Shouta said.

The Dryad stepped ever closer. His footfalls eerily silent on the wooden floor. Teris noted the mans apple green shoes perfectly matched his three piece suit down the shining gold embroidery that depicted lush swirling leaves.

His Purple Highness shook his head and sighed in disappointed disapproval. “You’re always so gruff and distant, Shouta. No wonder you and your lady friend are unwilling to accept the truth of your love.” Shouta and Teris opened their mouths but His Purple Highness went on. “It’s been years since we last saw each other. Can you blame me for not wanting to wait to see how the young Sphinx I found and finished raising is getting on?”

Teris turned to Shouta. “This is His Purple Highness?”

Shouta heaved a tired sigh and nodded.

“You’ve hear of me?” A large beaming smile cracked the Dryad King’s face.

Teris looked back at the man and blinked. He was… Different from what she expected. Though she couldn’t really say what she had expected. Certainly not some ostentatiously dressed man wearing a dark purple wizards robe over an impeccably tailored skinny cut suit.

The Dryad wagged a finger at Shouta and tisked in teasing censure. “Have you been sharing story’s of me, Shouta?”

“No.” Shouta deadpanned.

His Purple Highness looked at Teris. “Whatever he’s told you. I swear it’s a hundred times more salacious.”

The man stopped in front of Teris. He held his hand out, knuckles up. Teris quirked a brow. Did the Dryad expect her to kiss his ringed fingers? He was the Dryad King. Maybe it was expected protocol. Kai had never mentioned what to do when faced with a species royal leader. The only time he talked about them was to dismiss and belittle their authority.

She glanced at Shouta for direction. Shouta gave a small, subtle shake of his head.

Relieved, Teris gripped the Dryad’s fingers and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m--”

“It’s you.” His Purple Highness breathed.

With the smell of sex and Nemuri perfuming the air, His Purple Highness hadn’t registered the woman’s scent. But when Teris had moved, her scent had wafted through the air and tickled the Dryad King’s nose. Her scent was warm, fresh, lovely. And the underlying scent of her species… Muddled as it was, His Purple Highness wouldn’t have been able to tell what she was if he hadn’t smelled this particular Griffon before.

It was early spring. Snow still clung to small shaded patches of earth. The Dryad King walked through the forest alone. Nature was a living thing. If left alone for too long it would grow sinister and violent. This forest had been void of life for quite some time. Why? What was warding the lesser creatures away?

His Purple Highness followed his senses. Pulled to the thing that was keeping everything else at bay. Green shoots of new plant life sprung up and spread in his wake. Deep in a cold stone cave he found him. A young Sphinx frozen in time by a Gargoyles stoning spell. The boy was hold something. Clutching it in his hands. His small frame curled around it as if to protect it.

A feather.

Not just any feather.

Stoning spell removed the young Sphinx was slow to wake. It gave the Dryad King time to realize the youngling held a griffon feather. As he plucked the speckled grey and white feather from the Sphinx's tightly balled hands the Griffon’s scent wafted through the air, tickling his nose.

His Purple Highness had hid the feather for Shouta’s safety. Even then it had taken calling in several favors and making countless promises for his fellow Elders on the Council to agree to let the Sphinx live. Even now Shouta was watched. The ax hanging over Shouta's head ready to drop at the first mistake he made.

Eventually Shouta forgot about the feather he had been found clutching to his heart. Yet even without it, the Sphinx had managed to find his Griffon. And with her, the dangers His Purple Highness had tried to protect Shouta from.

Love was suppose to be easy. But that didn’t mean it always was. Sometimes love came with great hazard and difficulty.

This fic will have a LOT more world building than my others. Please feel free to comment or send me an ask if you have any questions.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a special thank you to those who have left comments and/or reblogged. They really mean a lot.

Special thank you to @inorganicone2230 who knows of my love for the mythic and encouraged me to start this fic without stressing about the other two I’ve got going. Your friendship means the world to me.

#aizawa shouta #kai chisaki #nemuri kayama #yamada hizashi #kan sekijirou #His Purple Highness #lost song

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First,, I’m obsessed with you work and you’re amazing🤩I’m in love😍I was wondering if you could do a NSFW alphabet headcannon for our beloved Levi heicho? Also ,, what are some good Levi headcannon/fanfic blogs out there?

Thank you!!!! I really appreciate that. Some great blogs that I have run across are: @shewolfofficial @dirtylevi @attackonleviheichou @dreamss-of-boston @ackerfiction @phen0l @sexuallylevi

There are other great blogs out there I am sure, but these are a few that stick out in my mind!

NSFW Alphabet for Levi Ackerman:

A-Aftercare: Aftercare depends on the type of sexual session you had. If it’s particularly rough or sensual, he will be attentive and loving while you are cleaning up. If it’s quickie, expect a slap on the ass after finishing washing as he saunters out to finish that damn paperwork on his desk.

B-Body Part: Levi is an ass man. He loves the way the uniform makes your ass look so mouthwateringly round. Plus its easy access for a quick squeeze when he’s feeling cheeky. He loves watching it jiggle while he is pounding into you from behind.

C-Cum: Cum isn’t his favorite thing in the world, but he isn’t squeamish about it either. He’s a man who doesn’t mind getting dirty if the situation calls for it and sex is definitely an area where he’s willing to get filthy. He preferes to cum in you, but if thats not possible, your mouth or all over your ass is a nice second choice. He also love when you cum on him, seeing your thick cream on his cock is an incredible turn on for him and makes him go harder.

D-Dirty Talk: Levi is the fucking KING of dirty talk. It doesn’t happen every time, but when he’s the mood, that man can make you cum just by murmuring dirty things in your ear as he is fucking you. “You love the way my cock stretches your little pussy, don’t you?” “Your pussy was made for my cock.” “I want you scream my name, let the entire building know who’s fucking you.” *Sigh*

E-Experiment: Levi is a pretty laid back guy when it comes to sex. He has seen a lot of shit over the years and the sexual proclivities of the human race is one of them. If there is something you want to try, just ask. He will not judge and let you know if its a Hard Limit or not. If it’s not, he’s down to try almost anything once.

F-Favorite Position: I am going to have to go with the two most popular. Doggie and Missionary. Doggie is for the leverage, watching your ass jiggle, and the satisfaction of watching his cock disappear into your pussy. Missionary is more for the sensual side of Levi. Holding you close and watching your expressions as he fills you and brings you over the edge. There is a lot of kissing in this position and more emotions seen in those expressive eyes of his.

G-Goofy: He’s not very goofy in bed. It’s a serious time for him, wether its blowing off steam from the stress of your lives or making sure you know how he feels about you, sex isn’t the time for jokes. Now, he will make a comment if there is a particularly loud noise emitted or something unusual happens. But he’s not going to normally crack jokes when he’s inside you.

H-Hair: Trimming all the way! Levi preferes to keep himself manscaped regularly. Not only for the hygiene aspect of it, but for you as well. He knows he enjoys it better when you are neatly trimmed or shaved so why wouldn’t he give you the same consideration? Plus there’s the added bonus of being able to get a centimeter more of his cock into you if you’re both trimmed.

I-Intimacy: We all know that Levi is a man of fewer words than most, and most times they are sarcastic and rude. However when it comes to showing you how he feels in bed, he’s most expressive through touch and his eyes. Those ashen orbs fill with unspoken words as he kisses you or touches you. Every move he makes during this time is for your pleasure as he worships your body with his own.

J-Jack Off: Levi would rather wait than jack off. You feel better than his hand any day of the week. Plus with all the stress he’s under, there’s little time for that. If he does get too needy, he will rub one out in the shower, thinking of you the entire time.

K-Kink: Dirty talk and spanking are his two go-to kinks. Those are the ones that get put into use the most often, but he also enjoys tying you up and making you beg for him to let you cum as he edges you relentlessly.

L-Location: He will always prefer the safety of the bedroom. There would only be an interruption in the case of a major emergency and he’s free to take his time. Plus the bathroom through the next door for easy clean up. However, if he’s feeling frisky, he will pull your ass into the nearest closet and fuck you hard and walk out with a little smirk on his face while telling you to hurry up.

M-Motivation: Watching you do simple things will rile Levi up. It could be as simple as watching your hips sway when you walk down the corridors, or having you execute a perfect move while on the ODM course. The other thing that gets him going is you coming up and whispering in his ear that you want to fuck him. Being bold with words or just coming up and rubbing him with that wicked look on your face will get him in the mood fast.

N-No: Hard Limits are pretty basic for Levi. If it’s especially gross, expect that to be a no from him. No one is peeing on anyone.

O-Oral: Like most men, he loves to receive over giving. He loves when you are on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You look so pretty with those eyes looking up at him. However, he is willing to give as often as you want it. He’s not shy about going down on you. You taste delicious and he loves the way you cum on his face.

P-Pace: He will change it up depending on the mood. He will normally start off slower, make sure that you aren’t uncomfortable before ramping up the speed and power behind his thrusts. However, if you are wanting it rough and fast, hold on, because he’s going to slam himself into you with enough force to take your breath away and just keep hammering into you until you are shaking and crying out his name.

Q-Quickie: Prefers the normal sessions over a quickie, but if he just has to have you or you are short on time, he’s down. He’d rather have a quick fuck than no fuck at all if the situation calls for it.

R-Risk: He’s not one for sex out in public. That’s between you and him. As far as risky sex, you risk your lives for a living, why shouldn’t he be willing with sex? Will only be willing to try it after you have both done extensive research on it and feel comfortable will the idea. Safe words and signals are a must. Risky is one thing, idiotic is another.

S-Stamina: He’s not Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. That Ackerman bloodline is great for the bedroom. Expect him to last at least a good hour or more if you don’t want him to cum too fast. He can speed it up or draw it out depending on his mood and how into it you are. If you are up for more than one round, he’s your guy. Give him 5 minutes and he will be back in the ring to take another swing.

T-Toys: Another one of those things that Levi will just shrug and give a chance. He doesn’t like a cock ring, so don’t even get him to try that shit again. As far as other toys, he will see how much you like it before deciding to use it. He prefers to use his own fingers and tongue to bring you pleasure, but watching you masturbate with a toy is fucking hot in his book.

U-Unfair: This little fucker can be a huge tease. He doesn’t like it when you tease him, but he can edge you for hours with a twinkle in his eye. It’s an ego boost to have you begging for him to fuck you.

V-Volume: Levi isn’t loud at all. The occasional grunt or low moan is the most you will really get out of him. The loudest you’ve ever heard him was when you hadn’t been together in a few weeks because of a mission and you gave him a blow job in his office. He bit down on his knuckle, but still the moan you heard was regular speaking volume.

W-Wild Card: He can be a bit jealous, even when he knows he doesn’t need to be. Not that yandere, serial killer kind of way, but he will glare at those soldiers who haven’t figured out that you are the Captain’s girl yet. Hasn’t thrown you over his shoulder to go fuck you in a fit of jealously yet, but you’re still hoping.

X-X-Ray: Levi is a little bigger that what people would expect for a man of his height. He is 8 inches long but thicker than average. The tips is particularly large and he curves upward just perfectly for slamming against your g-spot.

Y-Yearning: If it weren’t for those damn Titans and the piles of paperwork he had, plus the training schedule with the squad, you would have shit ton more sex than you do. He didn’t get a lot of physical affection in his life until you, and he craves that feeling when you to are connected.

Z-Zzzz: Okay, poor Levi. We all know this boy can’t sleep decently to save his life. But after sex he can doze off faster than he would without it. After cleaning up of course. He still will only get about 3 hours, but with you in his arms and the hazy endorphins from his orgasm still in his system, the nightmares are kept at bay long enough for him to feel refreshed.

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spookyboogie3 · 4 years

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MY FAVORITE AH MOMENTS W/O R*an H*yw**d

Also keep in mind some of these moments i picked Bitch Face r*an may have been present for but this aint about his stupid ass.

The straw bit on Off Topic

Fiona and Trevor’s “Look at us” “Look at us” “Look at us” in TTT

Drunk Jeremy inhaling helium, followed by Jack and Trevor on Off Topic

“Krusty KrAYAYAB!!!” TTT

Jeremy trying to slam his face through a table, followed by Michael doing the same thing

“my god…… the munchdew” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Minecraft: Skyfactory

Actually all of Simple Farmer Geoff from Skyfactory

Whatever those sounds were that Jack was making in the beginning of GTA video

Alfredo screaming as he continues to fall down a steep tube in a GTA race

DESTROYING THEIR OFFICE DEAR LORD

“How did he drown though?” “UNDERWATER, MATT!”

Anytime Fiona starts to RAGE in TTT (bonus if others join in)

The time Gav was the phantom in TTT and he kept dying and being brought back and Jack spitting water and then trying to catch it

Alfredo’s Magoo moments in Minecraft

Geoff laughing in the background of a video hes not in

Lindsay fucking around with Chef Mike on Harecore Minigolf

Lindsay fucking around in general

Gavin and Fiona playing Animal Crossing and laughing at the stupidest shit

The Fish Tempura incident on Wheel of Fortune

Lindsay’s reasoning for why her and Michael should have 4 kids

Geoff’s fucking ad reads (my favorite is 23&Me)

The whole thing during Push the Button where everyone especially Michael gets mad at Fiona because she said the best candy to get while trick or treating was lollipops

Matt’s fucking desk in the corner of the room

Anytime Millie is in a video

Everyone falling off the pink ladder during TTT and dying repeatedly because of it

Alfredo “the two-time champ” Diaz dying very early in YDYD 3

Gavin and Michael fucking up almost every game they play on Play Pals

RAY OR NO and then RAY OR NAY on Off Topic

Reddit Roasts Geoff

Gavin asking if someone could kill 20 cows with their bare hands and the proceeding so say he could rip out a cow’s veins by reaching into its neck

Ify’s narration during Let’s Roll Ave Caesar

The internet losing its shit when Jeremy shaved his head years ago

“We need a knife” Gavin comes back with a hammer

Griffin chain sawing the Off Topic table up

“How do I put the boat in the water??” “Right click you animal”

As of 2020, 8 years of playing Minecraft, certain people still do not know how to play the basics of this fucking game.

Honestly it took over 200 episodes for some of them to figure out how the compass worked. You know after they decided that the sun was setting in the wrong direction. (this was in 2016??)

Flynt coal still is a joke they make

So is Day 2

Whatever happened in that GTA lets play where someone called a mugger or a hit on someone and the game glitched and 50 guys showed up and lined up on the street below from where they were playing

Anytime Gavin gets mugged, it’s an old running gag but it’s a classic

The time a mugger fucking started driving the fire truck away after mugging Gavin with Michael and Jeremy still in the truck thinking the other is driving and it takes them like 2 minutes to realize what happened while Gavin’s yelling “come back”

They got a water jug and immediately started water boarding each other

“It pinged and went dingle”

“Hey Trey-Boi” “Hey Gay-Boi” Immediately realizes what he has said

Jeremy’s website puns

(OLD) Ray jerking off in the corner during a let’s play

(OLD) the world in Minecraft never loading and everyone screaming about as Geoff says its fine for him

Jeremy’s “I AM MONSTER TRUCK”

Jack taking AH to Disney……in Minecraft

On Twitter, Gavin asked about recommendations for a computer mouse and Fiona starts sending him pictures of actual mice.

“Its not ghey, if its on the moon”

Literally anything Fiona does as Po

Jeremy saying the heterosexual flag is boring

UNO THE MOVIE!

Geoff fucking cackling the whole time.

“here’s looking at you kid”

the video was almost 3 hours long

“you know what my favorite color is? blue” “oh really? You know what my favorite hand is? Yours

They all want it to end but no one wants to lose and so they fuck each other and that prolongs the game. Also they put on more rules, so they just keep getting more cards if they don’t have a card to match the previous

Alfredo saying he won’t participate in ghost hunter because he knows what happens to people of color in horror movies

Fiona walking in on Off Topic with a protein shake and Gavin asks if shes drinking milk and she says without missing a beat “ah no that’s cum” and everyone laughed not expecting the answer

(OLD) “SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER” *falls in hole*

(OLD) Ray and Gav running in a panel dressed as X-Ray and Vav and Ray running the whole way around the room before he got to the stage

Duck taping Jeremy to the wall

(OLD) All of Minecraft Episode 3 Plan G (This was the very first AH video I watch and why I know who they are)

Geoff and Gav creating Achievement City and giving everyone houses just to prank Jack into burning house down with lava.

Ray’s house is a dirt block with no furniture and single torch

Geoff’s giant ass house next to Ray’s tiny house

Jack tries to destroy everything with lava throughout the episode

“lets be honest, I realistically didn’t lose anything”

Michael stealing art from Gav’s house “NOO! I want nice things”

The sign to Michael’s says “Awaiting Approval, Awaiting Approval, Awaiting Approval” he runs into house and say “I’m home”

Ray also steals this sign at some point

Plan G – The failsafe.

“Oh whats this? Is this a button? Whats this? (pushes button) Yeah it was a button”

“Did you push the button?”

“Yeah”

“okay”

“wh-what does it do?”

“uh…”

Cue Achievement City beginning to explode as Michael starts screaming

Rays reaction “NO, MY SHITTY HOUSE JUST GOT EVEN SHITTIER!”

Not something funny but something VERY IMPORTANT. AH admitting that they all fucked up and how shitty their behavior was when dealing with harassment in the fanbase. People were racist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, and just downright horrible to a lot of the employees at RT and AH. This came up after Mica Burton left the company and talked about it publicly and how nothing was done about it. Fiona who also experiences these same things, along with Lindsay and other employees, but Fiona took the charge on the Off Topic talking about people can’t continue to get away with that behavior. She got to sound off her feelings to a group of white men who all respected her and LISTENED to what was saying and how she felt. She cried; Geoff cried. They all want to do more, so this doesn’t happen in the future and they’re not tolerating the racist and horrible comments. AH taking a mature moment to talk about how they failed to stop these comments and Geoff was right when he said the company has a long way to go.

Outside of AH each member has more to them than just all of the comedy and laughs and dumb shit they do

Geoff helped found Roosterteeth and Achievement Hunter. He has a beautiful daughter in Millie who is awesome in her own right. He’s a recovering alcoholic. Currently doing F**k Face podcasts. Was in the fucking army. Takes accountability for every mistake he makes.

Jack also helped start Achievement Hunter. He does so much work for charity. His twitter is full of things to help people go vote. He’s like the dad to AH, especially Fiona. He’s happily married to his wife Caiti.

Michael was an electrician and has a lot of handy man experience. He made a few videos online about him raging at games and that got the attention of RT. He’s currently married to Lindsay who he met because of RT. They have two kids together.

Gavin is an expert at high speed filmmaking and know how use and edit footage from a slow-motion camera. He has worked on actual films. One of the creators of the Slow Mo Guys. Worked his ass off to get to work for RT. Currently dating model and cosplayer Meg Turney

Lindsay flips between being the mom of the group and a complete chaos queen and we all love her for it. She started as an editor for the RT podcast and then AH stuff. She is an incredible voice actor, most known for Ruby Rose (RWBY), Space Kid (Camp Camp), Hilda (Xray & Vav) just to name a few. She also has a degree in finance

Jeremy started as a fan who made videos on the community page. He took over Ray’s place after Ray left to do Twitch full time. He is a self-published author and a skilled rapper and singer. He’s currently married to his wife, Kat.

Matt also started as a fan making videos on the community page. He actually interacted and made stuff for the guys in really early Minecraft episodes. Seriously this guy is like king of Minecraft. He has a degree in electrical engineering. He also has pretty decent singing voice.

Trevor is THE BOSS. Has a degree in aero-space engineering and is getting paid to babysit AH. Currently dating Barbara Dunkelman, RTs queen of puns.

Alfredo worked at IGN before RT and is a well-known streamer. He is the best when it comes to first person shooter games. He and Trevor look so similar.

Fiona. Po. Her majesty. Host of This Just Internet. A Twitch streamer. Baby of the bunch. Grew up in Europe. Her and Gav act like a pair of siblings. She has stated and showed time and time again she will fight for people to have safe spaces for anyone who needs them.

Ify, our new guy. He is wonderful and I want to stay forever. He’s a comedian, a writer, and an actor. Co hosts F-ing Around with Fiona. Has his own film podcast, Who Shot Ya? I look forward to more content with him in it, cause everything he’s been in so far has been great.

Were all hurting but well make it through this

We have all these wonderful moments and a lot more that I didn’t list and this incredible team of personalities with their own accomplishments and achievements. Not to mention old team members who were also great additions and the entire crew behind the scenes editing and making videos look the best that they can.

Here’s to Achievement Hunter and to this community. We need to be here for each other in times like these.

@theonyxranger gave me the idea for this based on their own post they made about the fans giving their favorite moments without bitch face and there were just too many. Oop.

#Achievement Hunter #Jack Pattillo #Gavin Free #geoff ramsey #michael jones #lindsay jones #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #fiona nova #jeremy dooley #matt bragg #ify nwadiwe #roosterteeth #yes im calling him bitch face now

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sergeanttucker · 5 years

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Begging

Summary: A broken shower is responsible for the fact that Clint can no longer suppress his cravings and finally makes a move on (Y/N).

Warning: SMUT!, begging, a little dirty talk, handjob, awkward Clint

Word count: 2228

AN - This is part of my 500 Follower Celebration and @little-moonbeam-666 requested this.Thank you for the request and tell me if you like it, love!

AN2 - Feedback appreciated

The training was hard as always. After some things had not gone the way Steve intended, he had set up extra training for everyone. (Y/N) had finished her workout and was dragging herself exhausted back to her room to take a much-needed shower.

Once there, she trudged into the adjacent bathroom and got rid of her sweaty sportswear. When she leaned into the shower stall to turn on the faucet, there was only a squeaking noise and no water. She huffed angrily and dropped her head back. Ironically, when she was so desperate to take a shower, it did not work! That was typical.

She wondered for a moment what she should do now before she decided to ask one of her fellow Avengers if she could take a shower there. She quickly pulled on sweatpants and a shirt and headed for Clint’s room with everything she needed for a shower.

Clint was her best friend for ages. He certainly would not mind if (Y/N) used his bathroom while he was not there, right? When she finally arrived, she opened his door and put her clothes on, which she wanted to put on after her refreshment, before disappearing into the bathroom. She made a brief prayer as she turned on the faucet and sighed with relief when the steam of hot water filled the room.

Quickly she undressed and stepped under the stream of water, another sigh left her lips as the hot water flushed the tiredness from her body. Just as she was about to reach for her shower gel, she noticed that she had left it and her clothes in Clint’s bedroom. She looked around the shower stall and reached for her best friend’s shower gel with a shrug.

The familiar scent of Clint lulled her senses, her mind wandering off. (Y/N) loved that smell, probably because Clint always smelled like it. In fact, she loved his smell so much that she stole shirts regularly from Clint to sleep in them. Maybe, just maybe, she had a little crush on the archer. On the other hand, how could she not? He was cute, handsome, funny, caring … and the list goes on and on.

After a while she got out of the shower stall and grabbed one of Clint’s towels, wrapped it around her body, and went back into the bedroom to get her clothes. As she leaned forward, a door slammed behind her and made her wince, and she grabbed the towel and held it to her body as she turned.

Clint stood there, a slightly confused expression on his face as he studied her barely covered form, staring just a tad too long at her bare legs. A blush formed on (Y/N)’s face at the realization and she gripped the towel tighter as she fidgeted on her spot. She swallowed heavily as she too let her eyes wander over him; his shirt clung to his sweaty torso, his hair was messy, his sweatpants hung low on his hips. Surely a sight to behold.

They stared wordlessly at each other for a moment, tension thick in the air around them. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” Clint scratched nervously the back of his neck as he finally tore his eyes from her body. Inwardly he punched himself. What kind of stupid question was that?

"Well, um…no.” It sounded more like a question than a statement as she squinted her eyes slightly. This was weird. Really weird. “My shower doesn’t work, so I thought…”

“Yeah, no… I mean… It’s ok. Mi casa es su casa, right?” Clint chuckled awkwardly and sat down on his bed, turning his back to her as he took off his shoes.

“Right…” Weird didn’t cover this situation, she had never seen him like this. “I will get dressed real quick and then… ya know….” She pointed in the direction of the door and stepped backwards towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft thud.

“Mi casa es su casa…So stupid…” Clint mocked himself and rolled his eyes, why did he have to be like this around her? So awkward? Unsure? Before he got the chance to kick his own ass, the door to the bathroom opened and (Y/N) stepped outside, only clad in her underwear.

His eyes followed the line of her body stopping briefly at her breasts before they snapped up to her flustered face. “I… I forgot the r-rest of my clothes.” She hurriedly stepped over to the bed and bent down slightly to grab her pants and shirt off the floor, giving Clint a perfect view of her ass.

A low groan left the archers lips followed by a whispered “fuck it” before he jumped up and turned her around, walking her backwards until her back hit the wall, causing her breath to hitch at the impact. Her eyes darted between his as he lay his forehead against hers, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Do you want this?” He didn’t have to say what he meant, the intense look in his eyes as well as the way his body pressed against hers told her enough.

“Yes, please…” Her voice was breathy as her eyes fell to his lips. Just as she wanted to kiss him, he closed the gap between them. The first touch of their lips was slow, soft, just as she always imagined. A soft sigh was muffled against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, making him hum in appreciation as one of her hands found its way into his hair.

A smile tugged at his lips when he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes before he dove right back in, pushing his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. His hands dropped from her face to her hips and travelled down to the back of her thighs, effortlessly lifting her into his arms. (Y/N)’s legs wrapped themselves around him as she deepened the kiss.

Clint stepped over to the bed and dropped her in the middle of it, he took a moment to memorize the sight of her in his bed before he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, his pants following quickly.

(Y/N)’s eyes moved greedily over his body, she had seen him shirtless countless times, but the sight never failed to excite her. She bit her lip as he crawled between her legs and lowered his head to kiss over her collarbone up to her jaw until he reached her lips. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him and pulled his body down, a sigh left her lips when he settled more of his weight on her.

“Clint…” A soft whisper fell from her lips as he made his way down her body. He pushed his hands behind her back and after a consenting nod opened her bra and threw it somewhere in the room. (Y/N) swallowed heavily as he stared at her bare breasts, his hands stroked over her body until he cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “I always wondered what you hid behind those clothes.”

He leaned down and kissed the tops of her soft mounds before his tongue darted out and licked one of her nipples, making her moan softly as her hand rested in his hair. “I’m not disappointed…” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flickered his tongue over the bud.

“Clint … please, I’ve waited too long for this to happen, do not let me wait any longer.” (Y/N) tugged on his hair to get his attention and earned a chuckle from the archer at her needy voice.

“Someone is impatient…” He grinned and sat up on his knees to take off her panties. When the fabric was out of the way, he spread her legs wide and licked his lips at her already wet pussy. “… and so eager.” He swept two of his fingers through her folds and collected some of her wetness on his digits before he stuck them into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Clint, please..”

“Please, what? What do you want?” The cocky bastard smirked at her pathetic whimper and gripped her thighs to pull her closer. “Please fuck me.”

Clint grinned and bit his lip as he pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, slowly stroking it as he watched her begging face. “I don’t know, baby. I’m not convinced yet.” He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, bumping her clit before he slid only his tip into her entrance.

(Y/N) moaned and wrapped her legs around him to try to push him further inside of her, but it was to no use. “No, baby. You’ll have to beg if you want me to fuck you.”

(Y/N) threw her head back with a huff as she tried to think of what to say. “Please Clint, fuck me… I’ve waited so long for this. every time I touched myself, I thought of you fucking me… please, please… I need yo…” she was interrupted by a loud moan as he suddenly plunged into her, bottoming out with one stroke.

He leaned over her, one of his arms lay beside her head to hold himself up as his other gripped her hip. He pressed his forehead against hers, groaning deeply at the feeling of her walls gripping him so tight.

“F-fucking hell. You’re so tight…” He pulled out slowly before he pushed in again. The pace was steady as they tried to get used to being connected like this. (Y/N)’s hands stroked over his body to feel as much skin as she could, after all, she didn’t know if this was just a heat of the moment thing or if she got the chance to feel him like this again.

He quickly gripped her thigh to wrap it around him before his hand went back to her hip. He angled her slightly different to reach even deeper and groaned as her walls clenched around him. “There it is…”

(Y/N) whimpered as he hit her g-spot with perfect precision. Her legs tightened around him to push him deeper into her. “Shit…Clint, please…”

Clint pressed a hard kiss to her lips as he kept his pace slow, but thrusted harder into her. Skin slapping against skin filled the room, the smell of sex heavy in the air around them. “Fuck me…fuck me… fuck me…”

“I love it when you beg…” He groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking a mark there for the whole world to see.

(Y/N) moaned and dug her nails into his back as he thrusted even harder into her. Moans and pleads fell from her lips as he perfectly hammered against the spot that let her see stars. Her thighs begun twitching as Clint’s hand found its way between their bodies to rub at her clit. He pressed his forehead back against hers, breathing heavily as he stared into her lust ridden eyes.

“F-fuck Clint…. please make me cum… I wanna cum for you, please.” She babbled and she knew it but she couldn’t help it. The need to cum overwhelmed every of her senses as her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. “You want to cum for me?” She nodded frantically; “Yes! Please…please…”

He grinned at her begging and leaned down for a soft kiss. “Then cum for me.” He sped up the pace of his thrusts as well as the movements of his fingers on her clit, keeping his eyes on her pleasured face as her back arched upwards. Her release crashed into her not long after, making her vision blurry as her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Clint groaned deeply when her velvety walls clenched around his aching cock. He continued to pump into her to help her ride out her orgasm before he quickly pulled out of her and sat back on his knees.

(Y/N) sat up, still breathing heavily and wrapped her hand around his cock. She leaned up slightly to kiss him messily as he stroked his aching cock. His face was scrunched in pleasure and he could hardly respond to the kiss as his hips bucked into her hand. “Cum for me, Clint. Please. I want to see you cum.”

This was enough to send him over the edge. His hips bucked wildly into her hand as a loud moan of her name fell from his parted lips, sticky ropes of his cum shot over her hand and trickled down her wrist. She whimpered as she watched his beautiful face contorted in pleasure.

Clint fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving with each breath he took. He threw one arm over his eyes as a lazy smile played on his lips. He peeked up at (Y/N) from under his arm, she was kneeling between his legs and watched a drop of his cum on her hand. She lifted her hand and peaked her tongue out to catch it before it could fall, humming at the taste. The archer groaned again and tugged her down to his side. “You’re going to be the death of me.” (Y/N) giggled slightly and leaned in for a kiss.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something wonderful.

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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: Request from @scorpionchild81. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. ;-)

Words: 2349 Warnings: slight dub-con, smut

Loki was… complicated, but who were you to judge? Your job was it to clean the Avengers compound, to cook for the heroes when they were hungry, to wash their laundry, make their beds… well, all the things a maid was responsible for. In return, your salary was heavenly. You were good at what you were doing, Stark had never had a reason to complain.

It was Loki who made your time at the compound rather nerve-wrecking, if anything because of the scrutinising and penetrating looks he occasionally shot you—not to mention the many times you caught him staring at you and sometimes… sometimes the teasing innuendos sending shockwaves of heat through your body, gathering unceremoniously between your legs.

You were not afraid of the God of Mischief. Stark had ensured you that you were going to be absolutely safe and had nothing to fear from Loki. Nevertheless though, you were intimidated. He was handsome. He was charming. He was dangerous and he was playful. And you had fallen for him, head over heels. Naturally, of course, you would never tell him that. Instead, you let your fantasy consume you, let your unconscious take care of your unfulfilled desires. Your dreams came all by themselves and you were not to complain—waking up in the middle of the night to get yourself some relief was not the worst reason for sleep deficit after all.

It was one of those typical sleepless nights. Bad dreams kept him up, robbing him of restful slumber. Loki decided to give up and instead read a book in Stark’s library as he did so often. As quiet as a cat, he moved through the dark hallway, in no need of any light other than the pale moonlight from outside as he could see well enough not to trip. He took a deep breath when he passed your room, glancing down at his feet to see if you were still awake.

No. It was dark, no light coming from your room, yet the door was open just a smidge—just enough for him to peek inside. The God of Mischief frowned when he suddenly heard you moan quietly, ready to conjure up a dagger and defend whatever was attacking you in your sleep.

It took him another moment to realise you were dreaming. Were you having nightmares as well? He had never thought you could be a tormented and hurting soul either, sharing his grief and pain which he carried inside him at all times. You were always so… cheerful, so… disgustingly nice, even to him. Granted, you worked here. The maids on Asgard had been forced to show respect and kindness even when all they wished was to kick him in the shin as well, there was no need to try and interpret your friendliness towards him.

But Loki was beyond attempting to figure out whether he could pique your interest, he knew someone as soft and innocent as you would hardly wish to be with him of all people in the compound… no. He would content himself with how flustered he managed to make you whenever he was around; after all, that was what he was good at. The Master of Mischief. The Trickster.

He almost laughed out loud as he glanced further into the room, for he, Loki, was smitten with a mortal woman.

He flinched when you moaned again, watching you thrash briefly on the bed. Only you did not sound like you were having a bad dream at all.

Were you having a… sex dream? Loki smirked. Naughty little thing… Quite unable to help himself, he slid through the small gap and quietly closed to the door behind him, drowning himself in utter darkness as he stepped closer to the dark spot that your bed had become upon the lack of any light coming from the pale moonlight shining through the window in the hallway.

He wasn’t so sure what exactly he was doing. Thousands of delicious ways of blackmailing you with his nightly observations tumbled through his mind, dizzying his mind with electrifying waves of pure mischief, the very magic pumping through his veins. Oh, he could use this intimate and private information against you, draw a selfish advantage out of his presence in your room.

Or… was it curiosity that had pulled him to your sleeping form like invisible whips curling around his limbs? Loki was very well aware of the fact most people experienced orgasms during sex dreams, waking them up all sweaty and flustered. That. That was it. He craved to see you let go, to let all tension flow from your body, to moan and thrash on the bed, for your throbbing, dripping cunt to convulse around his long fingers…

He gasped when he realised his loud breathing, his broad chest heaving with unfulfilled lust and desire. If he just… slid his hand under the covers… to feel the warmth of your thighs under his cool touch… between your legs… oh, he would find you so wet for him. He considered for a moment, his blue eyes narrowing in the darkness.

Whyever should he not? He heard you moan again, barely audible whimpers escaping your slightly parted lips he wanted to cover with hot kisses. At the end of the day, he was a man. A god, yes, but also a man. A man with carnal desires and thirst he was desperate to quench, more so now than ever before.

Swallowing thickly, he felt his cheeky smirk grow as he removed the blanket from your body and slowly pulled down your knickers. Goose flesh spread both on his and your skin as his fingers slid across your beautiful legs, a priceless view he aimed to memorise… but then he lay his mischievous eyes on your pubic bone, gently prying your thighs apart to reveal your glistening petals to him.

He longed to dive right in, to bury his face between your legs and taste your wetness until you would wake screaming in pure ecstasy. Loki growled darkly. It was a hungry, animalistic sound echoing through the room. Lifting his hand carefully, he brought it up to your sex, cupping it gently to feel the heat radiating off of it, taking a deep breath in a desperate attempt to keep his composure, to ignore the growing and aching bulge in his black leather trousers for a while longer…

“Loki…” You suddenly whispered, making him jerk and turn his head, forcing his gaze from your revealed womanhood back to your face. He must have imagined it. Surely, you would not speak his name. He wondered what it was you were dreaming. He could, of course, simply cover your forehead with his palm to force his mind into yours, to delve into your memories and thoughts… but for some reason he could not quite understand himself, he decided against it. Would it be painful, perhaps, to see another man in your dream, pleasing you relentlessly when it was him who wanted to bring you bliss, to make you feel good for him? And where did this sudden urge to be selfless come from?

Loki remembered those way too eager royal concubines practically queuing up outside Thor’s and his chambers every night, hoping they would choose one of them to spend the night with—mainly because they knew that for very obedient and satisfactory services they would receive rewards beyond their imagination. It was mainly jewellery they hoped for, sometimes a leather pouch full of golden coins for them to spend leisurely. They had been entertaining for sure but Loki had never bothered about their sexual peaks or if they had any at all as long as they sated his lust.

With you… he wanted to see and feel you come undone for him, he wanted to have you squirm beneath his teasing touches.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, fuelling his intentions. His mouth fell open when two of his fingers pulled apart your folds, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers to spread it over your clit. The secret source of all pleasure was peeking out of its hiding spot already, desperate for attention. Who was he to deny it to you?

Loki had barely touched the little nub when you moaned again, your hips bucking up almost automatically to respond to his advances, making him gasp in response. He would spill his cum in his trousers if you continued like this… and he hadn’t even properly started!

Slowly and intimately, he began to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers, coaxing it into giving in to the pleasure it received until your legs fell open even wider on their own, your back arching.

“Loki…” You whispered again, his name coming from your lips like a prayer, making him growl hungrily. Would you taste as sweet and soft as you felt beneath his fingertips? For sure you would… and this time he had not misunderstood. You were dreaming of him. The realisation hit him like a hot wave, sending an entire sea of arousal through his own body.

He had warmed you up quickly, on the brink of orgasm within mere minutes. Your juices were gushing all over his fingers when he swallowed thickly, replacing his finger with his thumb to sink two of his long digits inside of you, exploring your wet and hot cave and rapidly finding your g-spot, fuelling your excitement even further.

Lazily and placidly at first, he began to stroke you, his thumb never ceasing to pamper your clit, yet he soon picked up his pace, if anything to hear your quick and heavy breathing and those pleasurable little moans and whimpers of yours rewarding his ears.

He could feel you tightening around his fingers, your orgasm drawing nearer and nearer. Loki was unable to take his curious eyes off of you. He wanted to see it. He needed to see you cum. All those times he had carelessly dropped items around the compound and in his room to get you to kneel on the floor or bend down heartily with your perfect backside in broad view, to pick them up… how many times had he imagined pressing you against the wall, to fuck you senseless and impale you with his hard cock, depraving you for any other, mortal man?

You were panting when your eyes fluttered open, your heart pounding like a steam hammer. Oh… biting your lower lip you let the pleasure cursing through your body consume you, your dream still lingering in your mind like white fog on a cold and fresh morning in the forest.

You had dreamt of Loki again, how he had grabbed fistfuls of your hair to pull you close and bury his face in your neck to inhale your scent, how he had ripped your clothes off your body and chuckled darkly when you moaned and how he had sheathed himself deep inside your core, screwing you senseless all the while making you climax again and again and again… but oh, you were still so worked up, so close…

Your eyes widened once they had finally gotten used to the blackness around you as you made out a dark figure looming above you, realising that there was a hand between your legs. Then there was Loki’s mischievous smirk and a greedy, hungry sparkling in his stunning blue eyes. Gasping for air both in shock and pleasant surprise, you aimed to protest, to scream at him, push his hand away and lunge at him for assaulting you. There was no time for that. Loki’s skilled fingers forced you into one of the most intense and breath-taking orgasms you must have ever experienced. You came undone looking him straight in the eye, contracting around his fingers as they kept pumping in and out of you frantically, drowning them with your juices. Your whole body jerked, in his control, his possession, unable to obey you any longer.

But… had you actually wanted him to stop, really? No. The irrational, naughty and depraved part of you… that part wanted him to continue taking orgasms from you, as many as he pleased.

Only when you had calmed from your high again, your mind still drowsy and feeling dizzy did Loki remove his fingers from your dripping cunt, his smirk growing even wider. Your dream had become reality and it was the most delicious reality you could have ever imagined.

Biting your lower lip, you sat up, revealing your thin nightgown, glancing up at him expectantly, waiting, impatiently, what he was going to do next. Memories of him giving you suggestive glares during the day flashed before your eyes, helping you put the puzzle pieces together.

“Tell me you want me in your bed,” you heard him growl with a start, his voice dark and low, oozing with lust and desire. “Tell me what you want from me.”

Swallowing thickly, you felt your eyes widen once more.

“Naughty little thing, you were dreaming of me.” He continued almost threateningly but not without a playful tone complimenting his downright malicious smirk.

By now, your still very prominent arousal had taken over your mind completely. Unable to think, your lips parted, desperate to speak to him. In fact, what if you were still dreaming?

“I want you in my bed, Loki,” you heard yourself say quietly. He was quite unable to comprehend what you had said. Nothing would ever make him ravish a woman against her will and now here you were, the mortal who had managed to turn his head… asking him to join her in bed. Surely, he was the one dreaming now. “I want you… please.”

It was all he needed to hear. Your heart skipped a beat when he growled once more in an animalistic manner and then crawled under the covers, hovering above you like a hungry wolf about to devour its delicious prey.

In future, he would wander about the dark hallways and pass your room at night a lot more often.

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