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rainisawriter · 7 months

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Battle of Tokyo 🌸 Masterlist

🌸 Introduction

Before we begin, I’d like to set the record straight in saying that I do not speak or read Japanese. I bought these books because I’m very interested in the Battle of Tokyo and want to learn more about this amazing world, its story, and its characters.

I went through each book, copying the Japanese onto my computer before translating the text with DeepL. I can’t promise this will be entirely accurate, but I’m trying my hardest to work it in a way where it’s written properly in English.

This list will be updated as I get more stuff posted c:

🌸 The Characters

Team Info

Zero ≠ Shirahama Alan

SherRock ≠ Katayose Ryota

Smash ≠ Kazuhara Ryuto

Chatter ≠ Komori Hayato

Masato ≠ Sano Reo

Parte ≠ Sekiguchi Mandy

Rosso ≠ Nakatsuka Yuta

Profile Scans

Team Info

Hades ≠ Likiya

Goemon ≠ Zin

Bailey ≠ Riku

Mi-ya ≠ Kamiya Kenta

Gusk ≠ Yonamine Rui

Marduk ≠ Yamamoto “Yamasho” Shogo

Lupus ≠ Kawamura Kazuma

Lucas ≠ Yoshino Hokuto

Travis ≠ Iwaya Shogo

Sarutobi ≠ Urakawa Shohei

Kisaragi ≠ Fujiwara Itsuki

Marine ≠ Takechi Kaisei

Q-b ≠ Hasegawa Makoto

Joe ≠ Ryu

A-Not ≠ Suzuki Takahide

Judy ≠ Goto Takuma

Team Info

Teku ≠ Sekai

Itaru ≠ Sato Taiki

Hajime ≠ Sawamoto Natsuki

Kagura ≠ Seguchi Leiya

Dill ≠ Hori Natsuki

Kane ≠ Kimura Keito

Karasu ≠ Yagi Yusei

Aria ≠ Nakajima Sota

Team Info

Skeet ≠ Sunada Masahiro

Flory ≠ Kainuma Ryusei

Future ≠ Fukahori Miku

Claude ≠ Hidaka Ryuta

Yuki ≠ Kano Yoshiyuki

Libra ≠ Okuda Rikiya

X ≠ Matsui Riki

🌸 The Chapters

Chapter0 🌸 Chapter1 🌸 Chapter2 🌸 Chapter3 🌸 Chapter4 🌸 Chapter5 🌸 ChapterEx.

🌸 Other Information

World Map & Information

Mechanical Design

Staff Interviews

#RFO - BOT #battle of tokyo #exile tribe #generations #fantastics #ballistik boyz #the rampage #rowdy shogun #astro 9 #jiggy boyz #mad jesters #RFO - ficography

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banqanas · 7 months

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LIBERATION (voice drama part) translations

GENERATIONS from EXILE TRIBE

CAST: ZERO ≠ Shirahama Alan (CV: Yuki Kaji) PARTE ≠ Sekiguchi Mandy (CV: Kimura Subaru) SherRock ≠ Katayose Ryota (CV: Uchida Yuuma)

0:04

Zero: It’s almost time. Is everyone in place?

Zero: Smash, Chatter, you two will create a diversion from the front door.

Zero: Masato and Rosso will break in from the back.

Zero: And you, Parte?

Parte: Yeah, yeah. On your cue, I’ll crush any enemy backup from behind. I know my stuff, okay?

Parte: Geez, you’re such a stickler for details, right, Sherrock?

Sherrock: But that’s exactly why he’s so charming. Not only is he leading our band of phantom thieves, he’s also the brain of all Mad Jester’s operation.

Sherrock: None of this would be possible without Zero.

Zero: Save the chatter for later. Our target this time is an important one.

Sherrock: The Final Fact.

Sherrock: The last truth* we've been looking for.

Parte: It’s showtime, gentlemen.

4:11

Parte: Who the heck are these guys?! I’ve never seen these kind of skills before!

Sherrock: They’re “Protector” users. Careful, their skill is bad news for our “Copy”.

Zero: I see. So they’re the strongest bodyguards everyone have been talking about.

Sherrock: The Rowdy Shogun.

Sherrock: Heh, how exciting.

Sherrock: It’s not everyday we get to meet worthy rivals like this.

Parte: Oh yeah, now we're talking! Catch us if you can, bouncers.

TL notes:

The setting for the voice drama takes place in Volume 2 of the novel. You can read a summary of the novel here.

In the novel, "last truth" is written in kanji, however is read as "Final Fact". Both refer to the same thing(s).

Usual translation disclaimer apply, with extra grain of salts. Earsubbing technical terms is out of my regular repertoire.

#battle of tokyo #mad jesters #generations from exile tribe #exile tribe #banantls #Spotify #BOT drama tracks

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thistaleisabloodyone · 10 months

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I'm wondering if the different color crystals mean anything during the "Ally or kill" section of Justice is Blind. Zero, presumably representing Mad Jesters, has a purple crystal; Libra, presumably representing Jiggy Boys, has a green crystal; and Kagura, presumably representing Astro9, has a purple crystal.

However, while there are two groups Rowdy Shogun seems to be opposing and one group that they seem to be allying with, that's not how the crystal colors shake out. Astro9 and Mad Jesters both have purple crystals, while Jiggy Boys have green, but Astro9 is the group Rowdy Shogun has the least problems with at this moment.

For the Mad Jesters, they stole an object the Rowdy Shogun were hired to protect (though apparently the item was stolen before it got to the auction the Rowdy Shogun was hired for, so they didn't technically lose the object; but that was still an affront to Lupus's pride). Marduk has flat out tried to kill Rosso twice (ex-assassin instincts die hard, apparently) and the Mad Jesters once set off a number of bombs to bury the Rowdy Shogun in rubble.

For Jiggy Boys - well, they stole the Rowdy Shogun's helicopter while trying to frame Astro9 for the theft. Then crashing said helicopter. And then, after all of the trouble to frame Astro9 for the theft, they fucking admit it to the Rowdy Shogun that Jiggy Boys stole the fucking helicopter. My guys. You specifically dragged Rowdy Shogun into the problem so they could beat up Astro9 and then admitted you did so. Also, mocking two ex-assassins for wanting to turn their lives around is kinda not cool, Claude. And may very well further hinder any negotiations to get them to not want to kill you.

Astro9 and Rowdy Shogun have worked together, with less quibbles than any other group. There was the helicopter theft framing, but when that cleared up, it seemed to settle into Astro9/Rowdy Shogun vs. Mad Jesters/Jiggy Boys.

#battle of tokyo #rowdy shogun #astro9 #jiggy boys #mad jesters

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helixsnake · 11 months

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I remember someone saying "mad scientists in fiction aren't scientists because there's never a control group"

I think if you've created an elixir that turns people into goat men you have sort have gone past the need for a control group. The control group is not going to placebo themselves into goat men. You can probably not run the control group, and safely assume that none of them would have turned into goat men. That said, having a control group for that would make the mad scientist seem extra crazy and be really really funny, especially if he was carefully testing them for goat like features from the dyed water they drank instead of the elixir

#mad science #mad scientist #mad scientists #goat people #this post is blowing up so while you're here please play Spark the Electric Jester 3 it's really good

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blackplaaague · 8 months

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The genders? Yeah, I know those. I'm aware of them. There's:

Monster high doll

Mad scientist

Clown, or jester or mime of some sort

creature made of mist that sits and listens

the loch ness monster

supervillain

superhero

librarian with a mysterious white streak in their hair

box of deer teeth

robot from outer space

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essektheylyss · 7 months

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“Your delinquent child is outside, and I have assured him that he is very, very grounded.”

Between Yeza and the campers still waiting for their parents to arrive from around the coast to collect them, Veth wasn’t sure any of them saw her move between the dining room and the foyer before she’d thrown the front door open.

Outside, Caleb held Luc by the back of the vest, neither of them looking any worse for wear. Behind them, Jester and Fjord looked a bit sheepish, though not nearly as sheepish as her son, who had almost curled into himself beneath the venomous look she’d given him.

“I thought you were dead! You're never leaving this house again! I couldn't get in contact with anyone and I thought you were fucking dead!” she screeched, before any of them could move, but Luc almost kept pace with her, slipping from his godfather’s grasp and, to her surprise, likely to the others’ surprise as well, threw his arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I should’ve listened to you, I’ll stay grounded for as long as you want—“

Veth spluttered for a moment, though her arms wrapped around him in return. This had not been how he’d returned under Kingsley’s grasp, caught by the ear and cursing up a storm.

It took a long moment to realize that Luc was trembling beneath her grasp. Very faintly, but definitely trembling.

She looked over his shoulder at Caleb, then Fjord and Jester. “There have been… several lessons learned in the past thirty-six hours,” Caleb said, his tone even stonier than his expression.

Fjord nodded slightly in agreement, carrying the weight of agreement. Her grasp on her son tightened, and she kissed his hair. Her sharp tone felt empty and hollow even to her own ears.

“Don’t you ever run away again— Don’t you know what I’d do if you were killed—“

“I know, Mom,” Luc interrupted, and for the first time in weeks— months— a long fucking time— he didn’t sound petulant.

He sounded like her boy.

“I kept him safe,” Caleb said flatly, also without any defensiveness. There was, even for Caleb, a dark flame behind his eyes. It felt like a spark she hadn’t seen in quite a few years.

“He was very particular about it,” Jester agreed, and then, in a poorly-disguised whisper, “Trent.”

Veth’s grip tightened, and she pulled Luc aside, away from the doorway. “Come in, tell me all about it—“ she pulled back and checked him over as Caleb nodded and passed inside. “You’re all in one piece, you’re alright—?”

“Yeah, Mom,” he agreed, with exhaustion. “Uncle Deuce made sure we were all in one piece.”

Jester pouted as she passed. “I also made sure you were okay, alright, but Caduceus is so helpful, you know, and honestly, in the end, it wasn’t even that bad— we saved most of the town, and we had a great party, and—“

She stopped her rambling in the middle of the doorway and clapped both hands to her mouth as Luc ducked under both of them into the house.

“Oh. My. Gods, Veth, you will not believe— Fjord proposed to me—“

With the number of things Jester had just imparted to her, it was honestly a testament to her own intelligence that Veth managed to process them in time to turn to Fjord just as he started up the steps, stopping him in his tracks.

“You what? And I missed it—?!”

"You know, Jester, I think we can let Caleb debrief the Brenatto family alone—"

She had him by the ear before he could move, which was an impressive feat considering he was over half her height, but he was almost as slippery of a bastard as she was.

Within an instant, he'd turned to mist in her grasp and vanished to the other side of the street, Jester complaining behind her all the while. Veth shrieked after him. "You piece of shit!"

In response, he yelled, "That's soon-to-be Admiral Tusktooth-Lavorre to you!"

#critical role #cr spoilers #cr fic #fjorester #veth brenatto #fjord #jester lavorre #m9 solstice #honestly very funny of me to post this considering I have a post in my queue for a bit later that's tagged like #'I'll probably have half a one-shot written by the time this posts'#surprise! I have a WHOLE one-shot written. and probably another half given I have other thoughts. obviously.#listen my brain went 'veth is going to be so mad in general but she's gonna LOSE IT when she finds out this is where fjord proposed'#and I couldn't NOT write that

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bittenappleyetnotloved · 7 months

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Me: I am normal about this character. This character doesn't affect me in ways that it shouldn't to degrees that it shouldn't. When I see this character, I act so normal, people don't suspect anything of me because I'm so normal for this character. Yep, I am 100% normal about this character-

Someone: Hey, this character-

Me:

#basically any character that either has skrungle vibes or wet cat vibes kfjdnfd #Which is which? That's the name of the game!#the mad rambles of a jester #the jester talks #caine #spamton #spamton g spamton #Sans #Pomni #Almost all the cast of TADC #Papyrus #Simon Petrikov #Undertale #tadc #the amazing digital circus #Deltarune #adventure time #fionna and cake

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sealed-valkyria · 27 days

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Doodled in Magma where Hank J. Wimbleton takes on Lethal Company (ft. Beeter).

#doodle #madness combat #lethal company #hank j. wimbleton #beeter #my oc #mycharacter #lethal company oc #lethal company bracken #lethal company jester

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athena-xox · 1 month

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Imo all the wonderlandians are somewhere on the queer, trans, poly, neurodivergent and crazy spectrum.

Like that’s just canon to me

#ever after high #eah #lizzie hearts #kitty cheshire #darling charming #maddie hatter #madeline hatter #bunny blanc #alistair liddle #alistair wonderland #chase redford #mad hatter #queen of hearts #white queen #courtly jester #cheshire cat #eah wonderlandians #wonderlandians #wonderland

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rainisawriter · 7 months

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So, I got the character book and vol.1 of Battle of Tokyo. I'm working hard to translate the text to English and I'll hopefully be able to start posting them soon c:

I'm excited but also super nervous as I'm relying heavily on DeepL to translate it. Hopefully, I can work it so it makes sense and the translations are accurate. I'm excited to learn more about this world.

#Battle of Tokyo #Exile tribe #Jr.exile #Rowdy shogun #ASTRO 9 #Jiggy Boyz #Mad jesters #Generations #Fantastics #Exile #The Rampage #Ballistic Boyz #Rain speaks

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thistaleisabloodyone · 10 months

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Rewatching Shoot It Out and I love the sheer level of "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on" vibes from Rowdy Shogun to Mad Jesters

I do have to admit, I don't think the concept was as - solidified - back in 2019. The 2019 vibes are very different from the 2022 and 2023 vibes. 2019 Rowdy Shogun in Shoot It Out gives 'street rat' vibes, compared to 'organized bouncer gang' vibes. 2019 Mad Jesters give 'rich asshole' vibes in Shoot It Out, because it looks - to me - like they just drove up into Rowdy Shogun's territory and started shit.

#rowdy shogun #mad jesters #battle of tokyo

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celestewritesstuff · 2 years

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Pierro- His Majesty

You’ve been temporarily moved from your previous housekeeping position to Pierro’s own personal room keeper. What happens when Pierro can’t keep his hands to himself?

(CW: Afab!reader [I’m pretty sure all terms are gender neutral tho], brief mentions of jerking off, maid reader, bit of power play, usage of ‘Lord Pierro, usage of sir, usage of pet)

“I-I’m going where??”

Your mind was reeling. Being a room keeper for Pantalone was tedious enough, with its own unique challenges that the ninth harbinger brought to the table, and the ever present threat that if you messed up it might be your last mistake. You were an expert, you were told, but doing the job for one person for so long was just muscle memory after a certain point. You knew what to do simply because you did it so many times. Dusting and sweeping were simply tasks, given to your juniors among the housekeepers. You always saw to the more personal commands; attending to Pantalone’s household needs when he had them.

But when you were told that Pierro’s housekeeper was unavailable to attend to his duties anymore and that you would be taking them, your heart dropped to your chest. The first harbinger? Was that a step up the ladder or a step into doom? Did… something happen to the previous head maid? You adjusted your long sleeves nervously as you looked to your superior for compassion.

“B-but… I’ve been working under Lord Pantalone for so long, couldn’t someone else be his new housemaid? I’m not fit to attend to anyone else!”

“Quite the contrary,” She said, indifferent behind her desk. Papers were scattered yet near on her desk as she adjusted her tiny glasses on the bridge of her nose. She didn’t even bother to make eye contact with you as she spoke, sifting through letters. “Lord Pantalone recommended you himself. He and Pierro were discussing their housemaids and he decided to let Pierro have you work for him as a… ‘present’, he called it.”

Your eyes scanned the ground in horror. So many thoughts scattered your mind. Did he not like your work? We’re you not attending him well enough? Did he think Pierro would have more fun with a clueless housemaid if so? And… did he really decide to treat you like property…?

“I suggest you stop standing there like a wide eyed doe and get to your new room. It’s the room above Lord Pierro’s, so if he needs assistance with anything you’re there for his beckoning. You start tomorrow.”

Silence filled the room as you were unable to move. Everything you had worked for, was now being transferred to a total stranger’s abode. Of course, you never regarded The ninth harbinger as your friend, persay, but you didn’t think he’d hand you off so easily.

“Oh, and you have a new uniform, of course. Since each harbinger has a different outfit for their subordinates. Now, get going before i get someone to chase you out of here,” She gestures toward the table along the wall, where a neatly placed stack of clothing was. You, finally finding the courage to walk, briskly stepped over to the table, grabbed your clothes, and went to your new room to settle in the best you could before tomorrow.

Morning came hours before you would have been ready, but as they say time waits for no one. You awoke, ate your cold breakfast in silence, then got dressed. Finally getting a look at your new uniform, you gawked at yourself in the mirror.

It sure was different from your previous outfit. This one was a small black dress, with a frilly apron around the waist and attached to the neck and shoulders. The skirt, hitting your mid-thigh, neatly decorated your legs in ways anyone could admire. Your new headpiece was a small white headband with a similar pattern around the edges as your apron. Overall, it was a simple, more neat appearance. One you could get used to. Before time could get away from you, your quiet steps exited the room and headed downstairs to your new superior’s room.

Should you knock? Does he expect to be awoken every morning? Was he the type to drink coffee? Was he already out and about, working for the Tsarista like usual? He clearly wasn’t like Pantalone, expecting all of his maids to be outside his room in a line to be let in when he left. You seemed to be one of the only ones working for him. Your worries were soothed but also spiked when you watched the door open, and there he stood.

And you never felt such a heat rush to your cheeks as you did then.

Never, ever in your life did you think you’d have the hots for a harbinger. But the Jester, standing before you, made butterflies erupt from your stomach. His icy platinum hair adorned his face and neck, while his chiseled jawline pierced the air around you. Not to mention his build; Arcons, just briefly thinking about what could be under his robes had your mind spinning.

But you were at work, and shouldn’t be thinking of such things for your new boss.

You covered up your flustered expression with a simply curtesy as you looked into his eyes to read some sort of expression (there was none).

“Good morning, Sir- Lord Harbinger- Pierro. I-I expect you rested well?”

His silence stilled the air around you both, whilst his eyes spoke no emotions.

“You’re the maid that Pantalone recommended, I assume?”

“Y-Yes sir,”

“Then I hope you will not disappoint. You may call me Lord, or Lord Pierro, and your name?”

“(Y/N), Lord Pierro,”

“Good girl,” Your eyes widened, and you could swear you saw a smirk on his face. “Come inside. I’ll go over some basic rules and what I expect from you,” You followed him inside as he perched on the end of his bed and you stood before him.

The next hour or so, he explained a few things: One, he only had maybe a handful of maids, so there was most likely going to be nobody cleaning with you. Two, He will let you in the room every morning and dismiss you ever evening. And lastly, Three, his word is law. You dare not disobey him.

You tried to focus on his every word but you couldn’t help but imagine… everything that he could do. You’d never had any serious relationships in the past, never settling down but always focusing on your work. This man, no, this harbinger, undressed you with his eyes every few minutes over again. You tried to blame his glances on him making sure you were paying attention.

“If you don’t have any questions, I will be off, and you will attend to my door and room while I’m gone. That means answering the door and tidying up, as I assume you know.” You nodded quickly as he stood up and adjusted his coat.

“I will return this evening, be sure to have my dinner ready for me,”

“Y-yes sir, uh- I mean, Lord Pierro. I have one question, though, sorry,” You stuttered, a worse blush than earlier painting you features. He turned to you and quirked an eyebrow, something you had to concentrate to not fall to the ground over.

“What duties do ‘your word is law’ fall under? Will any duties be… dangerous…?”

“Not unless you wish them to be.” He answered, his voice droppings few pitches. A shiver ran down your spine as his eyes bore into you with intentions even the densest of persons couldn’t misinterpret. You were in for a long career.

Working under him was torture. Sometimes he would stay at his room for the day, but still expected you to be there with him. He would ask you questions about yourself, inquiring about your family, your hobbies, with which you would always answer shortly and taking as little time to answer as you could. Meals were delivered, as usual, to his two-seater table and his rooms were as clean as possible. A heaven and hell for you.

The worst days were when he took a shower but still, expected you to stay. You knew what he was doing in there most of the time. You could hear it. His soft groans and small grunts, ones that you couldn’t help but pause by the door to hear. Whenever he exited the shower was torture too. He always had that thin towel wrapped around his waist as you prepared his clothes for him; his thighs and waist were torture not too oogle at. His eyes would follow you as they always did, but with his beautifully muscular torso on display and so close to his privates your hands were always shaking when you would give them to him. Every time it was like fighting a god to not look where your eyes pleaded to go. Today was no different.

“Why do your hand shake like so?” His voice rumbled, jumping you out of your state. Eyes snapping up to meet his dark ones, you fumbled for an answer.

“I-I don’t know what you… what you mean?”

“Yes you do,” Your stomach dropped and fear flooded your body as his hands stays put holding his towel and not taking his clothes to change. He took a step closer. “You’re shaking. Why? Are you cold?”

“Y-Yes. I suppose I am. My apologies, Lord Pierro,”

He tilted his head, his gaze still on you. Even when you lifted the clothes as an offer to him he didn’t take them. He looked at you like he was… studying you?

“You amuse me, (Y/N), did you know that?”

“I- I what…?”

“You’re so fascinating to me…” He grabbed the clothes, to your relief, but he just set them on the dresser. One of his hands went up to caress your check and you could swear your face looked like a tomato.

“Of course, you wouldn’t mind if I…?” As he trailed off his lips got closer to yours, and out of pure panic at how close the harbinger was you stepped back.

“Lord Pierro! I-I’m just your h-housemaid…!” You stuttered, eyes wide.

“I see.” He took a step back, and swiped his garments from the dresser. “My apologies. I don’t now what came over me.” Pierro turned to change in his restroom before you spoke up again.

“Unless… you made it an order… because… t-then I’d have to comply…”

This was a once in a life time opportunity. With how delirious with lust you’d been the past weeks, you were surprised he’d actually made a move. You were also surprised you had even tried to pass it up. This was the only way you could save it, and… by the looks of it, it had worked.

He turned back to you, and somehow his presence in the room had changed. His eyes darkened like they did awhile ago, and he dropped what he was holding on the floor. His towel was hanging onto his waist by pure luck alone.

“Oh, sweet little thing, you’re going to regret saying that,” He took a few swift steps forward and his hands grabbed your face as he smashed your lips together.

You quietly moaned into the force of the kiss as his molded against yours. The air crackled with pure lust. Everything that had happened since the two of you met, every instance of him pressing too close to get behind you, each lingering gaze, had built up to this moment. His tongue licked your lips, asking to deepen the kiss. You obliged and he delved further into your mouth to taste all that he could. Small, wet sounds filled the room as your eyebrows knitted with how turned on you were getting. After not long, you felt he was enjoying it too.

Your lips parted as you both gasped for breath, but dove into the kiss once again. In the brief moment you two looked at each other, you saw his eyes were clouded over with need. His hands began traveling over your dress, feeling you in ways he couldn’t before. He squeezed your ass, your breasts, everything. He soon went to your zipper on the back of your dress after he removed your apron. One hand hooked on your thigh, pulling you closer to him, and one hand slowly but surely unzipping you, had your mind foggy. Your hands, however, reached down to fondle his cock through his towel and he pressed even closer in your wet kiss.

“Oh, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to stop myself from doing whatever I wanted to this pretty body of yours,” He gasped as you both broke the kiss again for air.

“Then do it,” You whispered. There wasn’t anything holding you back. It was evening, and if it was a normal day you wouldn’t be released soon. Nobody expected you anywhere.

He had the whole night to do what he wanted.

He took little steps, pushing yourself toward the bed. He placed you beneath him as he finally undid your entire dress; you were now bare for him besides your bra and panties. He quickly did away with both of those garments leaving you bare underneath him.

“Arcons, you’re so beautiful,” His lips attached themselves to your neck and you groaned, your hands reaching to his back for something to hold onto.

His sweet, serene lips traveled down your body, attaching themselves to your breasts. Your back arched as he attacked your nipples in turn. His fingers, which were previously attached to your waist, traveled down, down, down all the way to your thighs where he squeezed roughly. They made their way to your core after gently prying open your legs. He inserted his knee in between yours, making sure you stayed open for him. He peppered kisses up your body again to your lips as he began to play with your folds, nudging your clit till you were moaning into the kiss rather loudly. He broke the kiss, looking at you, and chuckled.

“You’re getting excited now, aren’t you? Yeah, All wet and ready just for me,” You whined in response, too shy to respond as your eyes closed in embarrassment. He slapped your thigh as if to tell you to respond, or else.

“Y-Yes, Lord Pierro only for you, sir…” You stumbled. Your mind was far from coherent as his attack on your bundle of nerves made your brain fuzzy.

He chuckled in response. “Good pet. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes shot open as you felt his tip prod your entrance. When did he take off his towel?! And gods, why did he look so perfect??

His cock was beautiful. His tip was a bright red color, with pre-cum making it look delicious. His length, which you weren’t going to try and measure, had just the right amount of veins that you knew you would feel all of him; he curved up a bit too. You were staring and you didn’t even know it. It looked like he was carved by the hands of an age-old sculptor.

“You like what you see?” He laughed softly. Your eyes met his bashfully and you murmured out a sorry for staring before he took his fingers that were previously fondling you and held your jawline.

“It’s alright. Now, eyes on me, alright? We’re gonna take it nice and slow,” When he said those last three words, you knew it was all over for you as he slid painfully into your tight hole. You didn’t dare look away from him; but you knew that he absolutely loved seeing your eyes wide and pupils dilate the further he entered you. With every inch your body reacted more and more until by the time he was fully inside you, your mouth hung open in an “O” shape and your back was arching off the bed.

“‘Feel’s alright?” He whispered, and through your sub space you managed to nod a little bit. As he bent to kiss your neck again, he attempted to distract you with a few hickies. Soon enough the pain of such a stretch subsided and you shifted underneath him.

“P-please, move, I need more,”

And he obliged.

His hips roughly smacked against your pelvis, earning such a moan from you that he wouldn’t forget it for awhile. He continued to roll into you, gradually getting faster, rougher. Your arms, still connected to his back, began to shake from this overwhelming feeling and all that was happening. Your nails dug down his back earning a groan from him. As he continued to bring you both closer to the brink, your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to bring him closer to you. His breath tickled your ear and it only spurred your lust for him.

Soon enough, his thrusts were getting sloppier and your words of “Please, please!” more sporadic. He lifted his head to look in your eyes. His icy blue hues were blown, lips slightly puffy from attacking your neck like he was. He had a look in his eye, one that said he was not letting you go for anything. That this wasn’t just a one-time hook-up. He wants this night, the next, and so many after that; You just hoped your expression said that too.

His hand went to attack your clit again, rubbing swift circles that had you almost screaming as it sent you over the edge. Sweat dripped down your body as you rode out your climax with him clinging to you and still chasing his high. “Ah, shit, I’m gonna, fuck,” He pulled out, a little to your dismay but maybe it was for the best. He quickly jerked onto your thighs as you lay, a bit overstimulated, but gaining your consciousness again. It was a good minute or two of catching both of your breaths before he spoke.

“Was, was I too rough for you, dear?” He spoke. There was so much caring in his voice, and if what his eyes said earlier wasn’t convincing the way he held you now definitely was. He flipped you both gently so he was holding you, facing him but with the way you were situated you were buried in his chest.

“No, that was wonderful, I couldn’t ask for anything different, Lord Pierro,”

“Please,” he murmured, as you both began to drift off into sleep, “Just call me Pierro,”

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