#& she’s like they f•cked on the train

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 7/8

Ruben done f*cked up, is all I can say. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

"Maybe it's better if she comes and stays with us?"

The headaches and memory shocks, not even the doctors had predicted how it would affect you. Your parents came to visit you while you were in the hospital. They were convinced that you should go back to live with them in the Netherlands.

"What do you say Ruben?" They asked.

He looked pale, grey bags visible underneath his eyes. You had been hospitalized for the past week. Ruben had been staying with you every night, leaving for training in the early morning and returning to you late in the evening.

"It's her choice." He mumbled.

Your parents turned to look at you, cradled in your hospital bed. "What do you say honey? Kom met ons mee? (Come with us?).

You were staring blankly into space, like you had been for the past week. It wasn't the memories that haunted you. It was the sense of loss. You had lost somthing that you never even remember having. But one thing was clear to you, somthing wasn't adding up. Someone wasn't telling you the truth, weather it was Ruben, your parents or Rachel. For all you knew all of them were keeping things from you, things like what actually happned to you on the day of your accident.

"I want to go home." You said, your dry lips parting slowly, the words barely making it out of your mouth.

"Home?" Your father questioned. "With us?"

You looked to Ruben. He looked on the verge of somthing, tears, collapsing, verbal confliction? It was hard to tell. Your gaze shifted back to your partners. "Yes." You nodded. "With you. I want to go home with you. "

Ruben bowed his head in defeated, in a way, accepting your choice.

"Okay honey, we'll get the doctors to sign you out."

Your parents left the room, leaving you and Ruben to an endless silence. He approached your bed, at first a bit hesitant to touch you. He then grabbed your hand and pulled up a chair to sit next to you. Your fingers rolled in the palm of his hand. He examined them, taking turns to press each one of them to his warm lips. You watched him. That was all. You just watched him with the sense of loss still devouring you from the inside out.

"Tell me...." Ruben said, gently putting your hand down. He raised his head to hold your gaze. He was unrecognizable, fatigue covering his face like a mask.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you remembered." He asked.

You watched him, his eyes read your soul like an open book.

"You remembered her, didn't you?" Ruben restrained his lips from quivering. "You remembered our baby girl."

You closed your eyes, tears escaping you lids. "I remember her, but I don't remember her. How is that Ruben?"

He shook his head. "I....I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know how to..."

"So you chose to lie to me?"

"Forgive me, Y/N. But I almost lost the both of you that day. I just couldn't..."

"Tell me." You pleaded. "Tell me what happened."

He shook his head, low sniffles leaving his mouth. "I can't,  I can't go back to that night."

"You must."

Ruben looked down, watching your hand in his, however he was inconsolable, refusing to talk, refusing to tell you the truth.

"Then it's decided."

You let him go, creating distance between you.

"Y/N, please."

"I've tried so hard to remember Ruben. So fucking hard. And all this time you have been the one wanting me to forget."

"Y/N, I never..."

"Don't touch me!"

You drew your hand back.

"Y/N?

It was too late. You withdrew to lay in a cradled position, your eyes staring blankly into space. You felt nothing. All that was left was the loss and the pain.

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Lack of Conviction

Episode five of Ahsoka really hammered home how goddamn ridiculous the entire Clone War situation truly was. Watching Ahsoka on the front lines of that Geonosis battle, a fight where she was canonically fourteen or fifteen, was ludicrous back in the original show, but seeing the character in that situation portrayed by the age appropriate Ariana Greenblatt was f*cking jarring. Greenblatt is sixteen years old, splitting the difference of Aksoka’s age range throughout the Clone Wars. She’s as close to a real, teenage, Tano, that we’re going to get and it is wildly apparent that she is a CHILD. The goddamn Jedi Order, was sending child soldiers to fight in a trade war against an analogous Sith overlord and his army of drones. I don’t care how good at space wizarding your teenager is, they are still just a goddamn teenager! And Ahsoka wasn’t the only one. Barris Offee immediately comes to mind! The age you become a Padawan Learner to a Master Jedi is around twelve. That means there were children as young as twelve taking laser shots to the face, not to mention the wholesale slaughter of these cats during Order Sixty-Six, because of a goddamn trade dispute. How f*cking ridiculous is that? Anakin even said the quiet part out loud when addressing Ahsoka’s hesitation. He told her that Obi-Wan trained him to be a peacekeeper, but Anakin was training Ahsoka to be a soldier. That sh*t was the intent. That was the plan. That was the whole dynamic; Train an army of child astro-sorcerers in the ways of war, by throwing them headlong into one. From anyone’s point of view, that’s f*cked up and lends credence to everything Poppa Paps was talking about. Imagine trying to convince the ludicrously powerful Chosen One you’re in the right, when the only other person outside of his mom and wife whom he genuinely loved, was put in his charge to turn her into a weapon. And then when she turned out to be a fantastic one, they cast her aside the second someone gets murdered in those hallowed Council halls. Cats give Anakin sh*t for slaying them Younglings but how are the Jedi any goddamn different? They literally use children until they are used up. I can only imagine the trauma the kids who survived will have to endure. Hell, we’ve seen a few of them already. Ahsoka, Cade from those absolutely dope games, Hera's dead baby daddy, and that one chick from Kenobi; None of who are healthy, well adjusted, stand-up adults! Absolutely emotional train wrecks, the lot of them!

More than that, this episode proved to me just how much of Anakin is in Ahsoka. They mirror each other as much as Ahsoka and Sabine. It's wild to see in live action, especially getting that from Hayden who finally got to play a complex version of Anakin. Clone Wars went a long way to redeeming that character but seeing him actually force a catharsis in Ahsoka was rough. I've seen them cross lightsabers before and it broke my f*cking heart. I've spoken at length about that, but seeing it here? Knowing this is training from a fully fledged Jedi Master Anakin? I cannot articulate how amazing that is. He pushed Ahsoka to her limits. Forced her to confront the grief and guilt she had for being a weapon, for abandoning Anakin. Hayden gave this role so much depth, so much emotion, it was just breathtaking to witness. Seeing him flit between Vader and Sky Guy was almost too much but it very necessary. It was necessary for Ahsoka. She had to see that, to come to terms with that, in order to move forward. She is everything Anakin is, even Vader, as demonstrated by those Sith eyes when she contemplated the unthinkable. Interestingly enough, even channeling the Dark Side like a champ, you can tell Anakin was concerned for his Padawan. Not that he would be killed, Anakin is beyond even that at this point, but that his Padawan, would fall like he did. Ahsoka did not. She chose life and Sky Guy gave her that smirk, telling Snips there was hope for her yet. F*cking everything. That last exchange was f*cking everything. Especially when you take into account that Anakin pulled her into the World Between Worlds to save her life. As a goddamn Force Ghost. What the f*ck does THAT even mean??

[captainimfangirling]

The Boys Season 4 Episode 7

I lied. I stayed up until 2 am waiting for this episode to stream but I'm actually surprised it was better than the last one.

Warning: Major Spoilers.

A-Train

I didn't like A-Train but know I do. Good for him for doing the right thing and becoming an actual super hero. Not sure if this will be a popular opinion or not but I don't think his deed is done. After he hides his family I think he should come back and finish the job with The Boys. They sure can use him. Also he shouldn't be running off after what he told M.M. because he would be a hypocrite.

Butcher

My gut feeling tells me Joe Kessler is going to take over after Butcher passed out. Like we thought Butcher was going to do the right thing at the end but sadly not when Kessler takes over. I think if he does take over Butcher Starlight will figure it out because she heard that name. Also what was the f*cking point of making him cheat on Becca?! I mean I didn't ship them or anything and I know he was a asshole and a drunk but still I feel like they added that so we start hating on Butcher. Is Butcher (or Kessler) going to do something really f*cked up? Like kill Ryan? I've always said Kessler is like the comic book Butcher influencing TV Butcher and he's probably going to kill Ryan like he did in the comic books.

Hughie & Starlight

Because of what happened to Hughie last episode the shapeshifter tricking him into having sex with "Starlight" made me very uncomfortable. I mean I get the show is supposed to be f*cked up but wow give the guy some time to breathe. I'm scared for Starlight and I hope they give Hughie a chance to save her. I think that's all he wanted to do last season because he couldn't save Robin. I don't think it was all about Starlight being stronger than him.

Kimiko & Frenchie

Yup like I said both of them have so much in common and can heal together. I love that we finally get a backstory of why Kimiko can't talk. She had to be silent as she killed other girls in order to live so she was never able to speak again. To be honest I don't get what the point was about Frenchie turning himself in. Are we supposed to see his as his redemption and all is forgiven because he did the right thing?

The Deep

To be honest I'm not surprised The Deep broke Ambrosius' tank and let her die. The Deep always used and abused women. He didn't change at all. He finally got a taste of his own medicine when he found out about Sage and this time it's the correct way (the wrong way was him getting sexually assaulted in season one). Anyway did anyone know Ambrosius was voiced by Tilda Swinton because I for as hell didn't.

Black Noir 2 & Sage

Black Noir 2 was hilarious in this episode. I wonder if The Boys are going to figure out that he's is a different supe because they saw him talk and fly. I mean they would've known about Earving condition from Mallory, right? I think they should start a rumor about Black Noir being replaced so conspiracy theories fan would believe it. I always knew Sage had a sexual relationship with Black Noir 2 but didn't think she was going to break his heart. My poor baby. I love how she didn't have to lobotomize herself to have sex with him like The Deep. I'm so mad at Homelander for firing her but it's probably for the best if you want her to be redeemed or work with The Boys. I think she really was going to help Homelander but when she realized he wont actually listen to her she doesn't give a damn about the plan anymore and will probably help The Boys if she's hasn't given up on anyone listening to her.

Homelander, Firecracker, and Ryan

I am so proud of Ryan but I am also scared for him. Yeah Homelander didn't mean it at all when he told Ryan he can do whatever he wants. Homelander only wants Ryan to listen to him. I think Ryan is finally understanding. I have a feeling there's going to be son and father argument and Ryan is going to say I thought you said I can do whatever the f*ck I want but I guess you didn't mean it. What was that notebook Sage put on the table? I hope it belongs to Firecracker and it exposes her. Like how she writes down her plans of manipulating Homelander and step one was the breast milk. I keep saying oh this or that is going to push Homelander over the edge but when the hell is that going to happen? Next season? Because I for sure thought Homelander was finally going to go crazy and act like a god he thinks he is after the bad room episode but the next episode he's drinking titty milk from Firecracker and the episode after that he's manipulated into firing Sage who actually had everything figured out for him.

Mother's Milk

You know what M.M. getting skinny actually makes sense. Maybe he wasn't eating right because of all the stress. I know the actor wanted to lose weight but they should've written it into the plot. Anyway I'm happy he tried to save his ex-wife and daughter but A-Train is right. They wont be safe until they stop Homelander. That's why I think A-Train will come back.

Victoria

I don't care for her to be honest. I thought she was more interesting and fun when I thought she was going to be just as ruthless as Homeladner. I think they're trying to make her sympathetic so we can compare her relationship with her daughter and Homelander's relationship with Ryan.

Ashley

I adore her and this is the first time I'm saying that. She's right that Vought turns people evil. I've always said this. I think all supes were like Starlight at one point even Homelander (watch the cartoon series and see) wanted to be a real hero but Vought messed them up very badly. She's just too scared to leave. I hope she does the right thing at the end.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You had all realised how much you liked spending time together, even if it was doing your duties

・The banter was top-notch; constantly teasing each other, laughing and ultimately making life a little brighter

・On the long watches with Rosita, you learned a lot about her. How she didn’t like certain foods, especially canned, bland food (which was practically all you guys ate). Her favourite animals and favourite colour. 

・Your original impression was that Rosita was a stone-cold bitch. And ... that was somewhat true, but you now knew her as a loveable stone-cold bitch. 

・Michonne had so much responsibility on her shoulders that she actively sought you two out for some relief. You were always able to brighten her day. 

・Rosita had a lot of insight for Michonne, and it helped her decision making

・You didn’t think anything of the relationship - the three of you saw it as a friendship

・But it wasn’t until Eugene asked if the three of you were romantically involved, that you started to see Rosita and Michonne differently

・Neither woman is super cuddly, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any affection in your relationship. Michonne likes her face to be held in her hands, a thumb gently rubbing her cheek. Rosita loves to be hugged from behind, she rests her head back against your shoulder. 

・Rosita gets the most jealous. She doesn’t like when someone looks at either you or Michonne for too long. Whether that’s in a romantic way - or to size you up. She’ll be right by your side, ready to jump in and kick that person’s ass

・Michonne is very organised, she knows where important things are; hidden weapons, extra clothes, snacks, keys etc. While Rosita can find things in her messy chaos

・Wearing each other’s clothes or accessories: 

    “Hey, is that my- oh, okay. It looks much better on you.”

・You were the first one to say “I love you,” Michonne was the second and Rosita was last

・Everyone sees you three as this power trio. Not to be f*cked with - no one talks about you guys behind your backs. That’s how intimidating you three are. 

・Although you three are daunting, women and children feel incredibly safe with any of you. And this isn’t a coincidence or by accident 

・All three of you understand the troubles and dangers that women and girls experience. So you all make sure that respect and safety are priorities. If anyone makes them uncomfortable, you guys come down like a hammer. Your community is a safe haven, and that means safe for every single person. 

・You guys go on feminine hygiene runs - pads, tampons etc. One time you actually hit the jackpot and found a bunch of period underwear, diva cups, baby wipes, and nappies (both baby and adult). 

・In addition, on your runs you try and find birth control - condoms, the pill, and other medication (anti-depressants, anti-anxiety etc) 

・Rosita likes when you play with her hair; massaging her scalp, twirling her hair around your fingers, braiding and plaiting. 

・Michonne only ever lets you and Rosita see her cry

・On runs you try and find jewellery for Rosita and Michonne. Because those stores were forgotten about - they didn’t have anything important for an apocalypse, you were able to find pieces that relate to the women:

You see them as gold rather than silver. However, Michonne would be white gold. 

Rosita is garnet, ruby, and diamond

While Michonne is sapphire, jade and emerald

・They both showed you how to use their weapons and vice versa

・During fights, the three of you usually fight back to back 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

The Train by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

・Soldier (Rosita) x Poet (You) x King (Michonne)

・Look At Us Wrong And We’ll Kill You x3

・Sun (Rosita) x Moon (Michonne) x Eclipse (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Romance During An Apocolypse

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・Rosita loves being dominated. She’s a dominant person in her day-to-day life, so when it comes to sexual desires, she wants to be told what to do

・Michonne is a switch, but on certain nights she’s the best dominatrix 

・You’re a switch, both happy to be dominated or to dominate 

・There aren’t a lot of places to get lingerie or sex toys, so you all have to improvise and be creative. So this one time, Rosita found a big red shirt and cut it very short, and at the hemline, she ripped it so her cleavage was on display. 

・It drove both you and Michonne crazy, because she wasn’t wearing anything else but that

・Michonne likes to tie you both up and tease you relentlessly. Slowly touching your body parts

・You like to have both of them on their knees, begging for you

[princess-of-the-corner]

Because, Once Again, My Friend Promised Me Chocolate

So, in case anyone actually paid attention, my friend got me to submit our OC (the Raven Miraculous, Kwami of Fate/Destiny, sees the future) and the organization she came up with that went along with it. Well, apparently she’s done some work since then, and now wants me to talk about this AGAIN.

Why she doesn’t do this herself, I don’t know. Probably to watch me suffer.

SO

In case anyone missed it, my friend came up with an organization that acronyms as NOSPOILERS; the New Order Society Preventing Omni-Dimensional Information Leaks, Ensuring Realm Stability (she may have changed a few words since I last checked but whatever). The point of the organization is that they bill themselves as a secret society that observes the world, protecting it from “outside influence” so that the world’s “fate” isn’t “corrupted” by the choices of other dimensions/timelines etc, but otherwise they don’t interfere. However, in the typical fashion of secret societies meant to control the world from the shadows, these days they are less “protect the world” and more “use our knowledge to gain wealth, power, and privilege”.

Now, while they mostly do this through the method of comic book groups like HYDRA or the Illuminati, NOSPOILERS also has access to a powerful magical object that allows the holder to see the future (in my friend’s Headcannon, the Raven Miraculous). The big thing is, to use this item, the holder has to already possess some kind of Clairvoyant ability or potential. It doesn’t have to be strong or obvious, but they need something, otherwise they can’t use the item effectively. Like, they’ll still be able to use it, but it Won’t really be worth it - they won’t have proper control, what they see will be fragmented and disjointed, and the whole experience will take a massive toll. The idea is, people who try to use the item without some kind of Clairvoyant ability (born or trained) will get overwhelmed by the images of the future. Their brains aren’t built for it, and the strain can cause all sorts of problems, such as headaches, fainting, dizzy spells, fevers, and even delusions. Prolonged use when you aren’t built for it can and will eventually cause the user to either have their brain “shut down” in self-defence, leaving them in a coma, or they get swept up in the visions of the future, and lose all hold on reality. You can train for that sort of thing, but even then, all you’re doing is prolonging how long you can last using the item, and your control will be weak at best. In contrast, those that are born with some kind of Clairvoyant ability or potential, even if they never use or awaken it, are basically built to handle that kind of strain, and can use the item easily and quickly master it.

So, it’s in NOSPOILERS best interests to search for and find as many people as they can with some kind of Clairvoyant ability. As a result, they have loads of people who can see the future, even without the item, which just cements their power even more. Still, only the best Seers of each generation are granted the position of Oracle, the one who will use the item to assist the organization.

Then, you get one guy who looks at what the group is doing, and decides “Well, this is f*cked up.”, steals the item and flees the organization. Now, whether the guy lives or gets caught and killed is up in the air, but he manages to mail the item to a distant relative (for ML, they live in Paris) and then we get “teen suddenly has futuresight and superpowers!”.

Now, before anyone says anything about this kid immediately drawing a target on their back, apparently if you look into the future, this item is invisible. Like, you cannot use Clairvoyance or Scrying, or Divination, or any magical method to find this thing. You want to find it, you have to go the old fashioned way.

So, one thing my friend brought up, is that strictly speaking, NOSPOILERS doesn’t actually need the Futuresight MacGuffin. Like, they have so many people who can see the future, plus more resources and money than God, that the MacGuffin is a bit superfluous. But, when you have power …

Anyway, some random bits that I was told to mention:

- NOSPOILERS was not the groups original name, they’ve rebranded

- NOSPOILERS is run by a council, usually of twelve to fifteen members

- since their whole thing is information, they have a massive Archive that has basically all the information in the world

- they have an entire section dedicated to sports, and who’s going to win which trophy in which league, going the next hundred years. It is updated religiously.

- there’s another section dedicated to media and popular fiction. This is the hardest section to recruit for, because you have to be okay with the endings and plot twists of everything being spoiled.

- NOSPOILERS owns a stupid amount of casinos and the like, but most of its members never personally participate. They look down on gambling and lotteries as “too easy” and “beneath them”

Now, ML specific

- NOSPOILERS absolutely know who Hawk Moth and Team Miraculous are. The only reason they haven’t stuck their noses in is because they see the Wish as the “easy way out” (also an Oracle once had a vision of NOSPOILERS using the Wish and the world blowing up, but that has nothing to do with it)

- Actually, the other reason they haven’t stuck their noses in is Gabriel Agreste. They have the knowledge he’d need to save Emilie, but they are fully aware that even trying to blackmail or bribe him would end very poorly, so are keeping out of it (at least until something important turns up to force their hand … .)

- NOSPOILERS has an … understanding with the Order of Guardians. Whether this understanding will survive the Order’s “resurrection” remains to be seen

- of the various Miraculous, besides the Raven, NOSPOILERS would very much like the Snake and the Rabbit. The Snake they’ve never gotten, but there have been a few occasions they’ve snagged the Rabbit. They can never keep it for more than a minute. Usually, they’ll be holding it, when a portal opens, they get beaned with an umbrella, and the watch gets yoinked. This has happened so many times.

Again, we are never going to do anything with this, so if anyone wants to use it, go ahead!

-

oh! fascinating!

[justsomestoicguy]

On a Scale From 1 to 10, My Friend, I'm F*cked!

Sweat drips down my temple, but I keep my gaze locked onto Onibi-sensei's, waiting for the inevitable. The dark room hums with tension—every goddamn inch of it nearly covered in that freaky, living shadow of hers. 

This is the THIRD time this week alone.

"Here we go again," I mutter, bracing myself. Because, honestly? I'm so over this crap.

Onibi-sensei's grin is way too wide for my liking, her pearl eyes practically glowing in the black void of the room, save from a little ceiling light left purposefully untouched. "Ready, Ran-kun?"

Am I ready? Am I ready??

HA!

I don't even get a chance to answer before the room gets swallowed whole in darkness.

My heart slams against my ribs, my senses go into overdrive. 

Can't see, can't hear—everything's muffled. Goddamn, that shadow of hers.

I don't need to see her to know she's coming. She always comes. 

The first time she pulled this nightmare, I was down in thirty seconds flat. 

Not this time.

No way.

I pivot on instinct, throwing my weight to the side just in time to avoid a sharp blow aimed at my ribs—barely—but it's something. 

The air shifts again, and I drop low, swinging my leg out in a desperate sweep.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She's probably laughing her ass off right now, watching me flail around like an idiot.

"Your spatial awareness is getting better," Onibi-sensei's voice echoes from somewhere in the pitch-black, enjoying this a little too much for my liking. "But your overreliance on your quirk shows. Gotta work on that foundation, Ran-kun."

Foundation? 

What does she think I am, a house under construction??

I grit my teeth and try to focus, but it's hard when you're getting your ass handed to you by your own mentor in a room where up is down and down is sideways.

Something brushes against my shoulder, and I whirl around, fists ready to strike, but before I can even process what's happening—WHAM! 

A kick slams into my back, and I'm down, tasting the floor. Again.

"Gah—!"

"Focus, Ran-kun, focus! Conviction without effort is like building a sandcastle in the rain. One wave and poof, it's gone."

Yeah, yeah, I get it! I get it, okay?! 

But it doesn't make this any easier when I'm getting my face smashed into the ground by a literal pro. 

I push myself up, every muscle screaming at me to just STAY DOWN, YOU IDIOT—but I can't.

I won't.

I throw a punch into the nothingness, hoping to at least hit something.

Of course, it hits nothing.

Another kick—this one to my gut—and I'm down once more. 

This time? I don't bother getting up. I know when I'm beat. And she knows it, too. This little "training" session? Over.

Onibi-sensei snickers, and I hear her snap her fingers. 

The room breathes out, and suddenly, her shadow retreats, slinking back to where they came from.

I just lay there, chest heaving, staring up at the ceiling that I can finally see again. 

Stupid ceiling. Stupid shadow. Stupid EVERYTHING.

A hand appears in my line of sight, and I groan, reluctantly grabbing it as Onibi-sensei hauls me to my feet. My legs wobble like jelly, and I probably look as pathetic as I feel, but who cares.

"You held up a lot better this time," she says, smirking. "Your reaction time's improved, and your awareness is getting sharper."

"Thanks," I grumble, though the compliment's about as comforting as a punch in the face.

But Onibi-sensei doesn't let go of my hand right away. 

Instead, she tilts her head, a curious glint in her eyes. "By the way, Ran-kun, did you have anything to do with Stendhal's decision to send Himiko-chan to UA?"

My brain is fried, so I'm not even thinking when I nod. "Yeah, I pitched the idea to him."

And just like that—I realize I've f*cked myself. 

Onibi-sensei's grip tightens, and she leans in, her eyes practically gleaming with amusement. Oh God.

"Stendhal's not one to take suggestions from just anyone, y'know?" she muses. "If he listened to you, that means you've earned his respect. Not an easy feat by any means."

Sh*t. 

Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t—

"No, well, actually," I stammer, trying to backpedal, but Onibi-sensei's sharp. Too sharp. 

She's not gonna let this go.

Onibi-sensei unhands me (finally) and steps back, her freaky gaze still glued to mine. 

"Though, I have to say, Ran-kun. Sending Himiko-chan to UA? Kinda rushed, don't you think? There are better ways to get dirt on the HPSC's Prez."

I bristle, even though I know she's just messing with me. 

I've read that damn file on Tsuneya Tomoe a million times, and I'm not backing down now. 

"She's not just any president, Sensei," I insist. "She doesn't give a damn about dirt if it's not personal; untouchable unless you hit her where it hurts—and that something is her family." 

Onibi-sensei's eyes flicker with something—levity, maybe? "So, using her son is your way of making sure the Ops has her in their pocket when the time comes?"

"Exactly," I reply, forcing a smile. "You get it."

She laughs—low and throaty and God it's so creepy. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Not bad, Ran-kun, not bad. But tell me, how'd you get your hands on her file in the first place?"

I perk up, and can't help the grin that spreads across my face. That part I'm proud of. 

"CodeBreaker," I answer. "Brought him a hot drink, gave him some sympathy, and he melted like butter. Practically handed me the file."

"Ha!" Onibi snorts, shaking her head. 

"Yeah, CodeBreaker's a sucker for kindness," she agrees, snickering. "Sweet guy, loyal to a fault. Definitely can see that happening."

At last, she looks satisfied, smirking at me like I'm some shrewd little fox she's found in her henhouse. 

"You're way more cunning than you should be for your age, Ran-kun," she teases. "No wonder Stendhal's taken a liking to you. He's not even that considerate to the other Founders, for God's sake."

She slaps my back, and I wince because ow?! Can't she see I'm already a mess??

But something she says finally registers in my brain, making me freeze.

"The Founders?" I echo, whipping my head toward Onibi-sensei, eyes wide.

She flashes a smile. "Yeah, the Founders. You know, the ones who created the Ops alongside the old boss?"

…

WHAT THE F*CK?!

WHO ARE THESE NEW F*CKERS?!

"Oh! You didn't know?" Onibi-sensei taunts playfully. "Stendhal didn't tell you about them, huh?"

She nods, amused. "Figures. I mean, they treat him like their errand boy, after all. Must be embarrassing."

No, wait. 

She can't just drop that massive bomb and act like it was nothing!

"Wait, so—wh-huh?" I sputter, still in a stupor.

Onibi-sensei cackles. "Yeah. Before he became boss, he was the old boss's one and only star pupil and the youngest Founder of the bunch. After he took over her role, the other Founders had a blast working him to the bone."

Huh???

"And I'm guessing he's decided to exact his revenge now, 'cause I don't think the Founders know about you either," she adds as an afterthought. 

WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK?!

He kept me and the Founders a secret from each other??

Why would he do that?! Is it because the Founders knew Scourge? Maybe even personally?

If that's the case, then they might know that she's a reincarnator, that she's gonna reincarnate again—and that means they could know more about me than I do! Things that Stendhal—Stain—whatever has been hiding from me this whole time!

But why the hell exactly is he hiding us from each other? Does he not want us to meet? What the hell is his angle here?!

OH SH*T, WAIT. 

Maybe… maybe the Founders are dangerous? And Stain's been keeping me away from them to protect me? But that doesn't add up! Stain wouldn't go that far unless—

Unless what?

Unless the Founders don't like Scourge? 

That they're dead-set against her, holding some ancient grudge that got Stain all worried they'll come after me if they find out I'm her reincarnation? Or—or, f*ck, what if Stain's planning to use me for something? 

No, no, he's an extremely loyal guy, that's too crazy, even for him!

Or is it?

ARGH, DAMMIT, BRAIN, FOCUS!

I need to know. I have to know. 

My head's spinning like it's about to launch off my shoulders, but one thing's crystal clear: I can't just let this slide. I have to meet these Founders, whoever the hell they are.

But how do I even ask that without looking like a total idiot? Onibi-sensei's probably already onto me, knows I've been freaking out on the inside. 

I can't just blurt it out, right? I've gotta play this cool. Act like I'm just, y'know, casually interested. Yeah, that's it. Just play it off like it's no big deal.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the absolute storm raging in my head. Then, with as much nonchalance as I can fake, I say—

"Can you take me to the Founders?"

Yeah. Very subtle, dimwit.

—

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Chapter 1

[dangan-infinity]

The Great Chicago Fire - Chapter 1 Execution

Darkness was all there was at first. Then a spotlight on the killer, Ms. Fenna Van Daalen. She stared straight ahead into the shadows, where the barest edge of light caught something or someone standing there--

"Mother?"

For a split second, Fenna believed it. That distant silhouette with its curly hair and limber frame, and that voice... But it couldn't be, right? She'd f-cked it all up. She'd killed a woman. The train was just mocking her now. And yet...

The lights came on.

She was in her club, the Sunflower Lounge, and it was quickly apparent to the spectators how it had gotten its name. Though the lights and the dance floor were modern, the décor was a quaint mix of the decades this building had endured, and the carpet up the stairs was covered with the yellow blooms.

In the distance, framed by the entryway, was a solid black cardboard cutout. A crude facsimile of her son, for whom she'd done the unthinkable, just to see him one more time. How did they know his voice? She laughed, but her own voice rasped with pain.

"I shoulda f-ckin' guessed, huh?"

She turned away and found herself at the bar, bottles and glasses strewn about after a long night's work for other people's play. The motion was automatic-- a relatively clean glass appeared in her hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and she poured. She watched silently as the dark liquid swirled and the earthy aroma filled the air. As good a last supper as any.

There was a spark, then a flicker, then a blaze. The shadow of her son lit up like a torch, and became the tinder that would soon engulf the room in flame.

She had regretted everything, of course, from the moment she'd pulled the trigger. Even without realizing that escape would bring punishment upon everyone else, well, it was still murder. Atsuko was a person like the rest of them, and Fenna had no right to decide her fate. The only winning move was not to play... and that wasn't much of a victory if she could never leave, when her son was in danger. Not that it mattered now.

The fire was raging now-- it had spread so quickly that the fire extinguisher behind the bar wouldn't have made a dent. Fenna would die, and the killing game would continue. All for naught in the end, like so many things in her life.

One last act of defiance remained to her.

Sweat dripping down her face, she raised her glass to the survivors. A toast to the living, with all their myriad problems and budding friendships-- may they get over their bullsh-t, end this terrible killing game, and escape the Infinity Train. She downed the beverage in record time and poured another. A toast to the dead, to a little match girl and a smiley-faced loner... and a washed-up bartender that would soon join them.

The flames drew closer all the while, disintegrating the sunflower carpet, feasting on turn-of-the-century wood and alcohol. Fenna Van Daalen raised her glass one last time, facing death with a smile...

All of her bravado evaporated in a second as she truly caught on fire. She burned like her victim, and her home burned with her, leaving nothing but a scorched husk of a building and the echoes of her screams.

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[vjstudiosnumber2]

BSD OC INSERT: Madame Pearl #1

Prologue

{■□■}

The city glowed brightly in the darkness of the night sky, and near the center of their core, disgust of the crimes and destruction below made their stomach churn.

They stood alone on the edge of the large building, hidden in plain sight, cloaked and their cyan eyes watching from underneath the black clothing, arms closer, awaiting their orders.

They sigh.

They were beginning to grow restless.

They were here on an important mission, and these kind of jobs sent her a little over the edge.

When it came to children, she couldn't help but growing more and more tense.

The man who owned the building, whoever he was, (they couldn't remember, they never bothered too) had been claimed to have been stealing and trafficking children.

It made their blood boil.

Who could do something like that to poor little children, they always asked, but they never got an answer, neither out of the people who did such horrible things, or life.

So they were f*cked.

Suddenly, the earpiece became static, before a voice echoed through their mind, and a grin bloomed across their lips.

"  You have the a-okay Kikuchi! Get going!  "

They nodded, and stated loudly, throwing their cloak off the roof, revealing a slender, 5,2 heigh, 102 weight, slim built woman of 19 years old, with light brown hair with dark cyan streaks in her bangs, her skin fair, even in the pale light and shining gold of the moon and city.

Her clothes consisted of a casual long sleeved black dress that reached her ankles, knee high boots, dark pale green blue stockings, and a large fur trimmed jean jacket that was a good twice her size. She wore black leather fingerless gloves, and a single earring blue in color.

"No need to tell me twice!" She pressed the off button and grinned, and in one swift motion, she jumped over the edge.

Hiromi Kikuchi was a flashy stubborn agent for the Armed Detective Agency, an apprentice for the well known lazy agent with the name of Omasu Dazai, someone who had taken her in two years before.

She was eccentric, but knew how to do her job.

She was here to break into the highest office of the large building, where the owner of the building was most likely keeping the kidnapped children. Hiromi grasped the cloak, propelling herself mid-air in front of the large window that lead to the Main Office, and cried out, everything slowing down just for her.

"SPECIAL ABILITY! MADAME PEARL!"

Light filtered from her finger tips, glittering like rainbows between her hands as she began to control it, revealing anyone to look close enough, that the lights were white sands, reflecting light of the stars and buildings.

She created and controlled a special type of sand, twice as powerful as a moving train, with the ability to increase and decrease the amount she brought out activating MADAME PEARL.

As long as she could see, she could control a good fifty feet away from her actual body.

The sands bashed into the glass, shattering it and with one swipe of her arm, the sands flowed behind her, taking the form a floating glittering wolf, Langshen, who barreled around her and threw her into the building.

She tucked and rolled, landing on her knees as the security alarm went off, blaring throughout the building.

She looked to the side, before her eyes grew wide, seeing and hearing the glint of the mechanized row of The Range 702s, and moved behind the desk next to her, fully shielding herself from the barrage of bullets heading her way.

She looked to her cloak, before smirking and with a quick swipe of her fingers, Langshen appeared, grasping the cloak between it's white fangs.

Then it jumped over the table, throwing the cloak at the last part of the row of men, before attacking the closest one.

The the last ones not being attacked by the MADAME PEARL Ability's true form, were screaming, trying to shoot at Hiromi, but she was dodging quick, rolling to the side, and before any of the personal could stop her, she grabbed one by the chin and bashed his head into the wall behind him, the wall lightly crumbling from the force that surrounded her fists and forearms, glittering bright as rainbows as she glared at one of the men.

She turned to the right, and kicked that man in the testicals, before turning and wrapping her arm around the last of the man's neck, and twirled, grabbing the trigger and shooting all the others in the knee, legs, shoulders, anywhere that didn't cause fatality.

Meanwhile, the ones who weren't attacked by Hiromi, were being attacked and knocked unconscious by Langshen, who slashed at their backs, legs, arms, knocking them into submission.

She smiled, throwing the man in her control over her shoulder, dislodging his arm, before kicking him across the room into the next wall, destroying any chances that he would get back up.

When all of the men were paralyzed, Langshen returned back to her, and she nodded with thanks, before smirking, turning to face the corner where the only working light lit up the last one, the owner of the building, ugly as a toad and eyes as wide as any flies, held her at gunpoint.

Hiromi's eyes met the kids behind the man, and she felt ease, seeing none of them bruised or scratched or beatn in any way. Then she smiled at the owner, although her eyes held a malice only a monster could carry...

"How rude. I just came to pick up the kids." She flicked her hair and then turned fully to the man, rage flowing through her veins, hot like lava within her very core of spirit.

It took everything in her power to not send any of these men to hell for what they did.

But they didn't matter, the children did.

"Tell me Mister. Why did you abduct these innocent children?" Hiromi was slowly walking across the room towards the owner, causing him to panic, but despite the shaking of his finger on the trigger, she didn't stop her advance.

Kids shrieked, but she continued anyway, even when the man growled and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Stay back! YOU CAN'T WIN AGAINST ME!"

"You didn't answer the question." She replied, as if he wasn't pointing a dangerous weapon at her.

Like it would work anyway.

She didn't heal, but she never got hurt anyway. She absorbed normal weaponry like quick sand.

So she held no worry.

"I'm giving you two more chances to answer or else I'm breaking your lower spine, so you'll never walk ever again."

"I'll kill one of them! I SWEAR-"

"Not if they make a profit on the Black Market, which is highly likely what your trying to do. But that doesn't answer my question. You have one more chance."

He pulled the trigger, but it was clearly a warning shot, yet Hiromi showed no signs of hesitation, or was she fazed.

She was suddenly in front of his gun, and suddenly, she grabbed it by the nose, and aimed it at her forehead. She glared at the crumbling man, before smirking.

"Come on then. Answer the question, or shoot."

The man looked shocked, before it turned into blistering anger.

"YOU MOCKING ME YOU B*TCH?!" He went to pull the trigger in hopes of taking her life, but the only sound that echoed around the large room was the click of an empty handgun.

While the children couldn't believe their eyes, the man was horrified.

She glowered up at him, and she suddenly gripped the gun tightly, before pulling it away and throwing it aside. She glared at him, before in a flash of brown and cyan, with bits of bright lights, she had him on the floor facefirst, and with one swift punch yo his lower back, sands using twice the force of a car punched alongside her.

The force knocked his lower spinal column away from the rest of his spine, instantly crippling him.

He screamed, but he could not move.

He wouldn't be able to for the rest of his life.

"You didn't answer the question. But I have a good idea..." She looked to the children, who still hid within the shadows of the corner, only small paper cuts and a few bruises, but nothing severe or suggestive.

And Hiromi felt ease from the revelation.

She reached out her hands, slowly getting to her knees, welcoming them into her light, the sand glowing around her head like a halo.

The children were in awe as she smiled heartfelt, and asked with a large grin.

"Let's get the heck out of here, what do you guys say?" The sand took the form of a wolf, or even a dog, and appeared around her with bright white eyes, the ones that reminded people of the sun in the middle of the night.

"Let's go home!"

{■□■}

The incident was cased by the police station, and the children were all being reunites with their families, poor or rich.

Hiromi sighed with relief, watching them, before a pain of sadness filled her heart for a second, before she decided to check up with the Agency.

The only one who had called was her Teacher, or someone she could even call friend, or family, (not that she would ever admit it) was Dazai.

She smiled a bright fanged smile, before calming herself, and calling him back.

"Hey Dazai. What's up?"

" I need your help with a mission. I heard you're done with your case from Ranpo!  "

I should have pretended you didn't exist for a few hours she thought, before sighing.

"Why?"

"  Because only you can help! Anyway, I'm sending you the address! Come immediately!  "

"But isn't Kunikida helping you with the Man-Eater case-"

But before she could confirm his partner of the current case Dazai was working on, or protest against him, he hung up, the dial tone blaring before she tapped her phones off button, before turning it back on, glaring at Dazai's contact number. But when the address came up on her screen, she raised an eyebrow, before she was quick to start her way across town.

If she didn't show up, she couldn't save the damn idiot from whatever trouble he'd gotten himself into.

But she wasn't expecting what she would find...

{■□■}

{  INFO  }

Name: Hiromi Kikuchi/Kikuchi Hiromi

Age: 19

Birthday: February 12th

Ability: MADAME PEARL

Form Of Ability:  Glittering Sands, that she creates from her very blood. She can make her conscious, or other true form, Langshen, a wolf shaped sand creature, and can create fists around her own, and legs, and shields, armors and exc. She can create as many shapes as she can remember.

Personality: She's creative, she loves arts and language and writing. She has a kind of heart that has fun on ordinary jobs. Compared to battle missions, such as her VS a criminal and no one else, she has fun.

But anything that involves children, infant to age 12 makes her angry. But others have compared her to two people of the Agency. Dazai and Ranpo.

So expect much chaos in the office Kunikida. Sorry.

Alliance: ADA, The Armed Detective Agency

Backstory: The closest anyone's got in the guessing game is Someone in the Religion business. For story purposes, I shan't give away anything else.

Characters Namesakes: Hiromi Kawakami (Author of Record Of A Night Too Brief) and Kan Kikuchi (Author of Madame Pearl)

Likes: Arts, Writing, Languages, History, Animals, Nature Walks, Music, Anything Soup or Sushi Related, and Strawberry Milk

Dislikes: Child Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Religion, Needles, Hospitals, Eating Food (but that's because she has a hard time eating anything without having a stomach ache

Sexuality: Bisexual 🎀💜🔷️

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Initially, The Trouble didn’t like this truism but I think she’s finally coming around to it.  People will do what they want to do.  Ultimately, people do what they want to do.  And, if they don’t want to do it … they don’t!

We all get numerous invitations and, if we want to go, we go!  If we don’t want to go, we don’t!  If you have space for 50, invite 100, because there will always be 50% of people who can’t go or don’t want to go.

And so it was on Sunday for our garden party!  We invited twice as many people as we had room for.  If they’d all turned-up, we’d have been f*cked but, as expected, 50% dropped out.  It was perfect!

They came from far and wide: Stevenage, Eastbourne, Essex and, of course, deepest, darkest South London.  They got on buses and trains and more buses but, those that wanted to be there, arrived in style, bearing gifts and delicious food.  We had macaroni cheese, tandoori chicken, callaloo spring rolls, saltfish quiche, beef patties, BBQ chicken wings, saltfish fritters, fried dumplings, chicken curry, chilli, Irish stew with dumplings, rice & peas, BBQ spare ribs, assorted delicious salads, assorted scrumptious cakes and, of course, my Wray & Nephew trifle.  People were stuffed (but went back for seconds later!)

In truth, I am still smiling.  Such gatherings are good for the soul.    We had beautiful weather all day and didn’t the rain stay away until Monday?  The Gods Of The Good Time were with us!

The company?  Ah, what people we know!  Knowledge, wit, wisdom; anecdotes, jokes, insight.  Our friends are the bestest! 

Having said all that, there was one criticism from a young lady who complained that there weren’t enough male of the species!  Gentlemen, I beseech you, please join us next time and feast your eyes on a veritable bevy of beauties!  

Okay, I’ve finished talking about our garden party.  Until next year.

Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday.  I love you all.

[smokeybrand]

God Mode

This is the last thing i'm going to post about episode five of Ahsoka, i promise. It just kind of f*cked my whole perception of the entire franchise, all the way up. Never mind the fact that the Jedi Council was legit grooming child soldiers to send them off to the front lines of a war over f*cking tariff disputes, or the fact that Maul got absolutely bodied by a whole ass teenager, there is a fully realized Anakin Skywalker just hanging out in the World Between Worlds. I'm not talking Clone Wars Anakin who got quadriplegic'd by old man Ben, or the hulking, cyborg, menace of an attack dog for the Galactic Empire, but a full potential Anakin Skywalker. An Anakin who has mastered the Force to the point he has transcended even the ability to project as a Force Ghost. An Ankin that somehow found his way into The World Between Worlds with no maps or clues. An Anakin fully at peace with who is, who he was, and who he can be. The truest version of The Chosen One legend, given form.

The quiet feats he demonstrated during that little training session with Ahsoka, were ridiculous. This wasn't a Force Ghost because he physically fought Ahsoka with a perfectly mastered Form Five. Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker was considered one of, if not the best, Jedi Duelist in history, and even that from couldn't master Form Five. This wasn't a memory because he referenced the sh*t Luke said to him during his duel, and inevitable defeat, on the Death Star II. “I won't fight you”, Ahsoka said. “I've heard that before”, Anankin replied. This was Grand Master Anakin Skywalker and he taught Ahsoka a real lesson, forcing her evolution into Ahsoka the goddamn White. During this process, he flitted between himself and his Vader form, like it was nothing. Light and Dark at the drop of a hat but, when Vader finally clashed with Ahsoka, it was Anakin's face he wore. I'm talking full power Darth Vader, without the cybernetic handicaps. Sh*t was glorious to see. He was vicious, brutal, but controlled. The anger was there but it was focused. This was Vader perfected but used for a purpose. This Vader was truly the Sith Lord he was under that armor, but lacked the self-loathing. This Vader was more a tool used to show Ahsoka that she, too, can fall. That it was a choice. That she could overcome even the greatest evil, ever, in her mind; Her fallen master, Darth Vader. But those are just glimpses of Anakin's power. This man literally reshaped The World Between Worlds on a whim.

Anakin motherf*cking Skywalker literally warped an entire reality, just to train his Padawan one last time. He took this adult Ahsoka, and reverted her back to a teenage form. He used her memories to, not only reshape the landscape, but draw in actual people she remembered as tangible representations from that time. F*cking Rex was in the Clone Wars flashback, man, in full Clone Trooper armor. Anakin did that through sheer Force of will. Do you have any idea how f*cking powerful in the Force you have to be to do something like that? Just getting to the World Between Worlds is a feat but Anakin can shape it like clay. Not even the Father, The Daughter, and The Son could do that sh*t and Anakin was shown to be stronger than all of them when he was still just a Jedi Knight. The only other entity that i think can come close to this level of power is Abeloth from Legends and she was a f*cking problem that Grand Master Luke Skywalker barely solved. I mean, this version of Anakin Skywalker physically pulled Ahsoka into The World Between Worlds right before she crashed into that sea. That, alone, is a big ass "The f*ck?"

What does Force Entity Anakin Skywalker mean for the rest of the franchise? This thing is bound by nothing, limited by nothing. He exists at the crossroads of all time, all reality. He can shape this core existance into anything he desires and carries a wisdom that only someone who has mastered the Force fully, can even begin to understand. In canon, that's just The Father, i think. In legends, that's just Luke, if I'm not mistaken. Like, he's stronger than the f*cking Whills, man. But, as broken as Anakin has become, that presents a problem for everything which comes after this episode. The sequels, specifically.

Grand Master Anakin Skywalker is the caretaker for the Star Wars version of a Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He is some sort of extra-physical representation of true Force balance. He can physically pull anyone he wants into this Room of Spirit and Time to train them. He literally gifted Ahsoka all the knowledge he possessed, leveling up her Force abilities like they were nothing, and she was already technically stronger than Obi-Wan before that point. Even Palpatine understood that Force Potential alone, was only a part of true strength. That man spent years of his life, studying under one of the most pragmatic Sith to ever live. This version of Anakin has access to so much more of that knowledge, plus his near infinite potential with the Force. That fleeting thought, on it's own, it's just staggering. If Anakin can do that much, if he is some limitless Force God now, how does he let Poppa Paps manipulate his grandson into being just another tool? How the f*ck does Anakin Skywalker, the man who sent the entire galaxy into a murderous, imperial, dark age over the death of his wife, let his own, personal, abuser, do the exact same sh*t to his grandson? How does he not intervene with Luke during his exile? How do these narratives even work anymore now that Grand Master Anakin Skywalker, Keeper of The World Between Worlds, exists?

[smokeybrandreviews]

God Mode

This is the last thing i'm going to post about episode five of Ahsoka, i promise. It just kind of f*cked my whole perception of the entire franchise, all the way up. Never mind the fact that the Jedi Council was legit grooming child soldiers to send them off to the front lines of a war over f*cking tariff disputes, or the fact that Maul got absolutely bodied by a whole ass teenager, there is a fully realized Anakin Skywalker just hanging out in the World Between Worlds. I'm not talking Clone Wars Anakin who got quadriplegic'd by old man Ben, or the hulking, cyborg, menace of an attack dog for the Galactic Empire, but a full potential Anakin Skywalker. An Anakin who has mastered the Force to the point he has transcended even the ability to project as a Force Ghost. An Ankin that somehow found his way into The World Between Worlds with no maps or clues. An Anakin fully at peace with who is, who he was, and who he can be. The truest version of The Chosen One legend, given form.

The quiet feats he demonstrated during that little training session with Ahsoka, were ridiculous. This wasn't a Force Ghost because he physically fought Ahsoka with a perfectly mastered Form Five. Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker was considered one of, if not the best, Jedi Duelist in history, and even that from couldn't master Form Five. This wasn't a memory because he referenced the sh*t Luke said to him during his duel, and inevitable defeat, on the Death Star II. “I won't fight you”, Ahsoka said. “I've heard that before”, Anankin replied. This was Grand Master Anakin Skywalker and he taught Ahsoka a real lesson, forcing her evolution into Ahsoka the goddamn White. During this process, he flitted between himself and his Vader form, like it was nothing. Light and Dark at the drop of a hat but, when Vader finally clashed with Ahsoka, it was Anakin's face he wore. I'm talking full power Darth Vader, without the cybernetic handicaps. Sh*t was glorious to see. He was vicious, brutal, but controlled. The anger was there but it was focused. This was Vader perfected but used for a purpose. This Vader was truly the Sith Lord he was under that armor, but lacked the self-loathing. This Vader was more a tool used to show Ahsoka that she, too, can fall. That it was a choice. That she could overcome even the greatest evil, ever, in her mind; Her fallen master, Darth Vader. But those are just glimpses of Anakin's power. This man literally reshaped The World Between Worlds on a whim.

Anakin motherf*cking Skywalker literally warped an entire reality, just to train his Padawan one last time. He took this adult Ahsoka, and reverted her back to a teenage form. He used her memories to, not only reshape the landscape, but draw in actual people she remembered as tangible representations from that time. F*cking Rex was in the Clone Wars flashback, man, in full Clone Trooper armor. Anakin did that through sheer Force of will. Do you have any idea how f*cking powerful in the Force you have to be to do something like that? Just getting to the World Between Worlds is a feat but Anakin can shape it like clay. Not even the Father, The Daughter, and The Son could do that sh*t and Anakin was shown to be stronger than all of them when he was still just a Jedi Knight. The only other entity that i think can come close to this level of power is Abeloth from Legends and she was a f*cking problem that Grand Master Luke Skywalker barely solved. I mean, this version of Anakin Skywalker physically pulled Ahsoka into The World Between Worlds right before she crashed into that sea. That, alone, is a big ass "The f*ck?"

What does Force Entity Anakin Skywalker mean for the rest of the franchise? This thing is bound by nothing, limited by nothing. He exists at the crossroads of all time, all reality. He can shape this core existance into anything he desires and carries a wisdom that only someone who has mastered the Force fully, can even begin to understand. In canon, that's just The Father, i think. In legends, that's just Luke, if I'm not mistaken. Like, he's stronger than the f*cking Whills, man. But, as broken as Anakin has become, that presents a problem for everything which comes after this episode. The sequels, specifically.

Grand Master Anakin Skywalker is the caretaker for the Star Wars version of a Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He is some sort of extra-physical representation of true Force balance. He can physically pull anyone he wants into this Room of Spirit and Time to train them. He literally gifted Ahsoka all the knowledge he possessed, leveling up her Force abilities like they were nothing, and she was already technically stronger than Obi-Wan before that point. Even Palpatine understood that Force Potential alone, was only a part of true strength. That man spent years of his life, studying under one of the most pragmatic Sith to ever live. This version of Anakin has access to so much more of that knowledge, plus his near infinite potential with the Force. That fleeting thought, on it's own, it's just staggering. If Anakin can do that much, if he is some limitless Force God now, how does he let Poppa Paps manipulate his grandson into being just another tool? How the f*ck does Anakin Skywalker, the man who sent the entire galaxy into a murderous, imperial, dark age over the death of his wife, let his own, personal, abuser, do the exact same sh*t to his grandson? How does he not intervene with Luke during his exile? How do these narratives even work anymore now that Grand Master Anakin Skywalker, Keeper of The World Between Worlds, exists?

[captainimfangirling]

The Boys Season 4 Episode 6

I love that they're acting like a team again but very sad Frencie and Butcher wasn't a part of it.

Hughie & Starlight

Poor Hughie. That was so f*cked up but at least they didn't just make a joke about it at the end. The person he wanted was his daddy after being sexually harassed! Poor thing. I love how protective Starlight is of Hughie and comforted him when he told her what happened. I was hoping for another beat down of Firecracker but I can see they're trying to make Annie a better person.

Ashley, Tek Knight, and Laddio

I knew she was a freak but didn't know she was a f*cking nasty freak! I'm kind of sad Tek Knight died because I thought he was very funny in Gen V but in The Boys he scared the crap out of me especially at the end when he tried to cut a hole in Hughie so he can f*ck it. How the f*ck did they make a sub in a red leather bodysuit so wholesome?! Like he tried to save Hughie when Tek was about to cut him and helped them figure out a way torture Tek. That little wave when they left?! LMAO

Mother's Milk

M.M. is struggling with the job even though I think he's doing good. Don't hate me but I see a parallel of him and Homelander. Both have a high position as leader but deep down they don't really know how to handle it. I also think the reason he's stressed out all the time because he doesn't think he's gonna live long enough to be there for his daughter.

Frenchie & Kimiko

Like I said last episode he did the right thing but I hate that he wasn't with them when they actually felt like a team again. I think he wants to confess what he's done to The Boys but he's too scared of their reaction especially Kimiko. I love Kimiko she's so smart and doesn't give up on the people she loves.

Black Noir & The Deep

New Black Noir can fly?! Anyway I think The Deep is making the story up about the real Black Noir getting turned on by violence or maybe he thought they were bros and assumed things about the real Black Noir. Either way he's giving the new Black Noir false information so I'm pretty sure he's going to turn into The Deep's version of Black Noir and probably start thinking he's the "real" Black Noir.

Sage and Victoria

I feel like Sage and Victoria had horrible experiences with humans therefore they both hate them deep down. At first I thought they were going to turn on Homelander but now I don't think they will. Sage was hilarious in this episode! She was like a toddler when Homelander saw her with cake all over her face! lol

Homelander & Firecracker

To be honest I'm wasn't too amused by that breast feedings scene. I mean it would've been funny a few seasons ago but after Homelander basically transformed himself into a "god" I thought he was gonna become even more scary and evil. That scene just made Homelander look like he still wants a mommy and human love. I thought he was passed this?! Also how the hell did Firecracker know about his milk fetish? Did she sneak into his room and saw all the baby bottles? I thought Homelander would be pissed that she knew but he was so excited about the breast milk that he didn't care. I really hope Firecracker only did that as a way to control Homelander and not because she's actually grateful for him. That would be more interesting because it might be her way of getting Sage's position.

Billy Butcher

Yeah I was right about Kessler being in Butcher's head (we all were). I though it was a good reveal when he "spoke" to Becca. Becca is for sure the angel on Butcher's shoulder and Kessler is the demon. I still think Kessler is basically the comic book version of Butcher. Anyway Kessler and Butcher are giving me Joe and Rhys vibe from the Netflix series YOU.

A-Train

I actually starting to like him. This is how you redeem a character! It was so cute when the little girl smiled at him and he smiled back because he got a taste if how it feels like to be a real super hero. I hope he doesn't die like other fans think because I HATE it when they want to redeem a character they have them die to save others. Like not every redemption arc has to be that way!

Internment Camp

Is that where the characters from Gen V went to? Because I remember Emma drinking a slurpee and Homelander giving Marie sh*t for basically attacking her own kind. So maybe Homelander doesn't want to kill other supes anymore but will put them in internment camps. Other fans think it's meant for the humans but why would they put humans in internment camps when Homelander can simply kill them? He wouldn't be killing his own kind if he kills humans.

[vjstudios]

Bungo Stray Dogs: MADAME PEARL #1

Prologue

{■□■}

The city glowed brightly in the darkness of the night sky, and near the center of their core, disgust of the crimes and destruction below made their stomach churn.

They stood alone on the edge of the large building, hidden in plain sight, cloaked and their cyan eyes watching from underneath the black clothing, arms closer, awaiting their orders.

They sigh.

They were beginning to grow restless.

They were here on an important mission, and these kind of jobs sent her a little over the edge.

When it came to children, she couldn't help but growing more and more tense.

The man who owned the building, whoever he was, (they couldn't remember, they never bothered too) had been claimed to have been stealing and trafficking children.

It made their blood boil.

Who could do something like that to poor little children, they always asked, but they never got an answer, neither out of the people who did such horrible things, or life.

So they were f*cked.

Suddenly, the earpiece became static, before a voice echoed through their mind, and a grin bloomed across their lips.

"  You have the a-okay Kikuchi! Get going!  "

They nodded, and stated loudly, throwing their cloak off the roof, revealing a slender, 5,2 heigh, 102 weight, slim built woman of 19 years old, with light brown hair with dark cyan streaks in her bangs, her skin fair, even in the pale light and shining gold of the moon and city.

Her clothes consisted of a casual long sleeved black dress that reached her ankles, knee high boots, dark pale green blue stockings, and a large fur trimmed jean jacket that was a good twice her size. She wore black leather fingerless gloves, and a single earring blue in color.

"No need to tell me twice!" She pressed the off button and grinned, and in one swift motion, she jumped over the edge.

Hiromi Kikuchi was a flashy stubborn agent for the Armed Detective Agency, an apprentice for the well known lazy agent with the name of Omasu Dazai, someone who had taken her in two years before.

She was eccentric, but knew how to do her job.

She was here to break into the highest office of the large building, where the owner of the building was most likely keeping the kidnapped children. Hiromi grasped the cloak, propelling herself mid-air in front of the large window that lead to the Main Office, and cried out, everything slowing down just for her.

"SPECIAL ABILITY! MADAME PEARL!"

Light filtered from her finger tips, glittering like rainbows between her hands as she began to control it, revealing anyone to look close enough, that the lights were white sands, reflecting light of the stars and buildings.

She created and controlled a special type of sand, twice as powerful as a moving train, with the ability to increase and decrease the amount she brought out activating MADAME PEARL.

As long as she could see, she could control a good fifty feet away from her actual body.

The sands bashed into the glass, shattering it and with one swipe of her arm, the sands flowed behind her, taking the form a floating glittering wolf, Langshen, who barreled around her and threw her into the building.

She tucked and rolled, landing on her knees as the security alarm went off, blaring throughout the building.

She looked to the side, before her eyes grew wide, seeing and hearing the glint of the mechanized row of The Range 702s, and moved behind the desk next to her, fully shielding herself from the barrage of bullets heading her way.

She looked to her cloak, before smirking and with a quick swipe of her fingers, Langshen appeared, grasping the cloak between it's white fangs.

Then it jumped over the table, throwing the cloak at the last part of the row of men, before attacking the closest one.

The the last ones not being attacked by the MADAME PEARL Ability's true form, were screaming, trying to shoot at Hiromi, but she was dodging quick, rolling to the side, and before any of the personal could stop her, she grabbed one by the chin and bashed his head into the wall behind him, the wall lightly crumbling from the force that surrounded her fists and forearms, glittering bright as rainbows as she glared at one of the men.

She turned to the right, and kicked that man in the testicals, before turning and wrapping her arm around the last of the man's neck, and twirled, grabbing the trigger and shooting all the others in the knee, legs, shoulders, anywhere that didn't cause fatality.

Meanwhile, the ones who weren't attacked by Hiromi, were being attacked and knocked unconscious by Langshen, who slashed at their backs, legs, arms, knocking them into submission.

She smiled, throwing the man in her control over her shoulder, dislodging his arm, before kicking him across the room into the next wall, destroying any chances that he would get back up.

When all of the men were paralyzed, Langshen returned back to her, and she nodded with thanks, before smirking, turning to face the corner where the only working light lit up the last one, the owner of the building, ugly as a toad and eyes as wide as any flies, held her at gunpoint.

Hiromi's eyes met the kids behind the man, and she felt ease, seeing none of them bruised or scratched or beatn in any way. Then she smiled at the owner, although her eyes held a malice only a monster could carry...

"How rude. I just came to pick up the kids." She flicked her hair and then turned fully to the man, rage flowing through her veins, hot like lava within her very core of spirit.

It took everything in her power to not send any of these men to hell for what they did.

But they didn't matter, the children did.

"Tell me Mister. Why did you abduct these innocent children?" Hiromi was slowly walking across the room towards the owner, causing him to panic, but despite the shaking of his finger on the trigger, she didn't stop her advance.

Kids shrieked, but she continued anyway, even when the man growled and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Stay back! YOU CAN'T WIN AGAINST ME!"

"You didn't answer the question." She replied, as if he wasn't pointing a dangerous weapon at her.

Like it would work anyway.

She didn't heal, but she never got hurt anyway. She absorbed normal weaponry like quick sand.

So she held no worry.

"I'm giving you two more chances to answer or else I'm breaking your lower spine, so you'll never walk ever again."

"I'll kill one of them! I SWEAR-"

"Not if they make a profit on the Black Market, which is highly likely what your trying to do. But that doesn't answer my question. You have one more chance."

He pulled the trigger, but it was clearly a warning shot, yet Hiromi showed no signs of hesitation, or was she fazed.

She was suddenly in front of his gun, and suddenly, she grabbed it by the nose, and aimed it at her forehead. She glared at the crumbling man, before smirking.

"Come on then. Answer the question, or shoot."

The man looked shocked, before it turned into blistering anger.

"YOU MOCKING ME YOU B*TCH?!" He went to pull the trigger in hopes of taking her life, but the only sound that echoed around the large room was the click of an empty handgun.

While the children couldn't believe their eyes, the man was horrified.

She glowered up at him, and she suddenly gripped the gun tightly, before pulling it away and throwing it aside. She glared at him, before in a flash of brown and cyan, with bits of bright lights, she had him on the floor facefirst, and with one swift punch yo his lower back, sands using twice the force of a car punched alongside her.

The force knocked his lower spinal column away from the rest of his spine, instantly crippling him.

He screamed, but he could not move.

He wouldn't be able to for the rest of his life.

"You didn't answer the question. But I have a good idea..." She looked to the children, who still hid within the shadows of the corner, only small paper cuts and a few bruises, but nothing severe or suggestive.

And Hiromi felt ease from the revelation.

She reached out her hands, slowly getting to her knees, welcoming them into her light, the sand glowing around her head like a halo.

The children were in awe as she smiled heartfelt, and asked with a large grin.

"Let's get the heck out of here, what do you guys say?" The sand took the form of a wolf, or even a dog, and appeared around her with bright white eyes, the ones that reminded people of the sun in the middle of the night.

"Let's go home!"

{■□■}

The incident was cased by the police station, and the children were all being reunites with their families, poor or rich.

Hiromi sighed with relief, watching them, before a pain of sadness filled her heart for a second, before she decided to check up with the Agency.

The only one who had called was her Teacher, or someone she could even call friend, or family, (not that she would ever admit it) was Dazai.

She smiled a bright fanged smile, before calming herself, and calling him back.

"Hey Dazai. What's up?"

" I need your help with a mission. I heard you're done with your case from Ranpo!  "

I should have pretended you didn't exist for a few hours she thought, before sighing.

"Why?"

"  Because only you can help! Anyway, I'm sending you the address! Come immediately!  "

"But isn't Kunikida helping you with the Man-Eater case-"

But before she could confirm his partner of the current case Dazai was working on, or protest against him, he hung up, the dial tone blaring before she tapped her phones off button, before turning it back on, glaring at Dazai's contact number. But when the address came up on her screen, she raised an eyebrow, before she was quick to start her way across town.

If she didn't show up, she couldn't save the damn idiot from whatever trouble he'd gotten himself into.

But she wasn't expecting what she would find...

{■□■}

{  INFO  }

Name: Hiromi Kikuchi/Kikuchi Hiromi

Age: 19

Birthday: February 12th

Ability: MADAME PEARL

Form Of Ability:  Glittering Sands, that she creates from her very blood. She can make her conscious, or other true form, Langshen, a wolf shaped sand creature, and can create fists around her own, and legs, and shields, armors and exc. She can create as many shapes as she can remember.

Personality: She's creative, she loves arts and language and writing. She has a kind of heart that has fun on ordinary jobs. Compared to battle missions, such as her VS a criminal and no one else, she has fun.

But anything that involves children, infant to age 12 makes her angry. But others have compared her to two people of the Agency. Dazai and Ranpo.

So expect much chaos in the office Kunikida. Sorry.

Alliance: ADA, The Armed Detective Agency

Backstory: The closest anyone's got in the guessing game is Someone in the Religion business. For story purposes, I shan't give away anything else.

Characters Namesakes: Hiromi Kawakami (Author of Record Of A Night Too Brief) and Kan Kikuchi (Author of Madame Pearl)

Likes: Arts, Writing, Languages, History, Animals, Nature Walks, Music, Anything Soup or Sushi Related, and Strawberry Milk

Dislikes: Child Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Religion, Needles, Hospitals, Eating Food (but that's because she has a hard time eating anything without having a stomach ache

Sexuality: Bisexual 🎀💜🔷️

[obstinaterixatrix]

I have to be slightly crude for a second so it’s banished to the tags

[parkers-gal]

Hi. I was wondering if you could do a tomxreader story where the reader does the ‘slam the car door prank’ and Harrison and his brothers are all in the car going “ OH you f-cked up man”

hope u like<33

｡☆✼★━━ requests are closed ━━★✼☆｡

Today was just a low-key Saturday spent with Tom and the boys: Harry, Harrison, Sam and Tuwaine.

Sure, you don’t play as many video games as them, and you don’t go through as many beers as them, but you consider yourself just as close to them as Tom is. It’s sweet really, even if you all don’t always get along.

Tonight, you’re voting on where to eat dinner. You bargained for Italian food, but after Tom brought up barbecue, everyone had outvoted you and you ended up going into town for some good roasted meat.

Tom sat beside you, hand on your thigh while everyone eats and converses about last week’s golf results and an upcoming project Harrison has. You can’t help but feel a little neglected, but you’re not upset about it. You like the opportunity to stay on the sideline and observe Tom in his home, being with his family and those he truly cares about.

Harry and Tuwaine go to the bathroom together while fighting about who spilled the sauce on Harry’s hand. You’re chuckling to yourself, on your phone and scrolling through your for-you-page. You scroll across a certain trend you want to try out immediately. Tom pays the check while Harrison flirts with the waitress who, by the looks of it, seems to be flirting back. You’re proven correct when she gives him her number.

“Sorry we couldn’t get Italian, love,” Tom says after setting the bill down and putting his wallet back in his pocket.

It’s the first time you’ve truly talked to him in the last seven hours. You smile, shaking your head. “‘S fine. No worries, baby.”

He smiles, wrapping an arm around you while Harry and Tuwaine come back.

“We ready to go?”

Harrison nods, waving goodbye to the waitress and you scoot out of the booth, linking your hands with Tom. The six of you make your way to the minivan. Tom has the keys, so you call shotgun, something that has Harry and Sam groaning.

“You got it on the way!”

“Well you got your barbecue so it’s only fair!”

“I thought we were going to get ice cream because you didn’t get to eat your Italian food,” Harry brought up.

“Yeah!” Sam says while climbing into the backseat. You roll your eyes while sitting in the front seat.

Tom ends up getting into the conversation, distracting himself just enough to give you the perfect opportunity to set your phone up and start recording the prank.

“Oh shit,” You mumble, pretending to search through your purse.

“What’s up, love?” Tom asks, twisting back around in his seat to face forward, eyes trained on you.

“I think I left my keys at the table.” You look up, and when Tom doesn’t offer to go get them for you (you suspected he wouldn’t, so you didn’t expect it from him or anyone for that matter), you pretend to scoff quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

You open the car door, stepping out before slamming it loudly and harshly. The car is dead silent, watching as you make your way back into the building.

“Oh man…” Sam trails off, scratching his head.

“You seriously fucked up,” Harrison comments and Tom’s eyes go wide while he turns around to look at them.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs humorlessly. “She’s so obviously pissed.”

“Why?” Tom expresses his worry.

“You didn’t get the dinner she wanted? You didn’t go get her keys for her? You didn’t talk to her at all today?” Tuwaine offers from the backseat.

Tom curses under his breath, but when Harry points towards the front of the car, they see you approaching and rush around to act normal. Tom spins back around in his driver’s seat, and as you open the car door, he swallows his heart and takes a deep breath.

You slam the car door again, something that makes Tom wince. When you finally settle into the seat, hands clasped on your lap, Tom turns to look at you with guilty eyes. You can’t believe the video is still recording.

“Y/N/N…” he says softly. “I’m sorry, love.”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

“I know you didn’t really want barbecue and I should’ve just let you get it but I’m a div and I’m really sorry and we can go get ice cream right now and watch whatever movie you want for movie night. I’m really sorry, please don’t be ang-”

“Tom, Tom, Tom,” You slow him down, hands shooting up to try and suppress your laugh. “Tom, it was a tiktok prank.”

“A what?”

“A… uh, a tiktok prank.” You repeat it quietly.

You hear Harry laugh first and Tom looks at him wildly before pointing to the phone.

“You mean- you mean that was a- a joke? You’re not actually mad at me?”

You reach across the car console to hold his face in both your hands. “No, baby, I’m not.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he breathes out, pulling you towards him for a kiss. It lasts longer than any of the boys like.

“Okay, gross. I want ice cream now, so get the car started.” Harrison pretends to gag and him and Sam snicker in the backseat.

Tom rolls his eyes but starts the car nonetheless. He looks at you with a soft smile, one you mirror.

“So… any movie, you say?”

“We’re not watching Pretty Woman again, Y/N!”

[9tzuyu]

exquisite (rewrite)

[old version]

summary: uhhh idk artist!reader gets f*cked by nat

warnings: 18+, smut, choking (verrrrryyy briefly), mommy kink

also its been awhile since i’ve written smut so if this is awful do not perceive me >:(.

thank you moli for proofreading, i love u <3

dt: @nermalina hey bff heres that smut i promised you. consider it a very late birthday gift <3

🏷: @natasha-danvers @kermy48 @yelenabelovasgf @blackxwidowsxwife @slut-for-nat

natasha had been a model for dozens of people, dozens of times. it never crossed your mind that she would model specifically for you. the redhead was aggressively known for rejecting people's pleas for her to let them paint, sketch, or mold her from clay.

so it came as a surprise when you came across an email requesting a one-on-one session with you. had natasha's name not caught your eye, you would've deleted the email and completely missed such a huge opportunity.

you just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

the all too known model would be at your apartment in half an hour. you had already set up your supplies the night before out of pure nervousness of her arrival.

you stood in the middle of your kitchen, a cup of orange juice in hand as you thought about the different styles you could draw her in. however, your train of thought was unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of a knock at your door.

natasha was twenty minutes early. and god did it feed into your anxiety.

after unlocking the deadbolt, you were greeted with a friendly pair of green eyes. you didn't say anything, only moving out of the way so she could walk in.

she took in her surroundings, and you suddenly felt a little embarrassed about your apartment. it was cheap, invaluable compared to the rich houses you knew natasha had been invited to.

"sorry it's not much," you mumbled.

"no, it's fine. it's different... in a good way i mean." she reassured quickly, "it doesn't scream how much you want to impress me."

you gave an awkward nod and led her into the living room, motioning to her that you wanted her on the couch.

"okay, you can get into any form you want as long as-" seeing natasha with her clothes half off and still going caught your breath. "-you're comfortable."

she saw your panic from the corner of her eye and smirked. natasha tended to have that effect on people, but this was the first time she allowed someone to draw her fully nude. seeing the look in your eyes as they roamed her body gave her the confidence boost she needed.

you bit your lip as you watched natasha position herself. her right arm rest against the armrest, legs situated atop each other while her left arm fell against her hip.

and just when you thought she had finalized her position, she bent her left knee up and spread her legs. you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning out loud.

"how's this?"

you nodded, "perfect."

normally natasha could keep herself busy with small talk, but you seemed to be much more quiet than the other artists she'd modeled for. she liked that though, because she already knew it would be easy to make you squirm.

her eyes steadied themselves on your face. you were very focused on your work, she could tell by the involuntary frown on your face. when you looked up from your canvas you were met with a pair of green eyes staring directly at you. nervously, you tried to glance at a different part of her body, but that would betray you because the first thing your eyes landed on was her cunt.

you tried to cover up your action, but the sound of natasha's laugh indicated that she saw the whole thing happen.

"do you want a closer look?" her voice was raspy, causing you to freeze. "really, i don't mind. the second i saw your picture online i knew i wanted to fuck you."

you felt the air in your lungs leave your body. she stood up from her position and strutted her way into your personal space. natasha towered over you while you sat on your stool. she thrusted her hips lightly against your back so you knew she was in charge. it wasn’t long before her lips began to attack your neck. sloppy kisses littered the edge of your jawline, a generous specialty of hers.

"but the drawing, i haven't fin-"

"i don't care. now do you want me to fuck you in here or in your bedroom? i'd prefer the bed, but i could make eating you out on the couch doable."

your reply was stuck in the back of your throat, but you wanted her more than anything.

she traced the outline of your face before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her. "i don't have much patience and if you make me wait any longer, i'm going to punish you." natasha's eyes grew dark, completely different from the woman who initially walked through the door.

"bedroom," you squeaked, but before you could go to move natasha picked you up bridal style and carried you herself.

you almost regretted underestimating how strong she was by her petite frame. almost.

she placed you flat on your back and in an instant natasha had your clothes ripped from your body. "sweet girl, you won't know your own name by the time i'm done with you."

she tugged you closer to her so that she could prop both legs on her shoulders, keeping you wide and open just as she wanted.

natasha kissed the inside of your thighs as she worked her way up. your eyes screwed shut, and you found yourself fighting back the urge to moan.

the redhead wouldn't allow that though. she wanted to hear every noise you made slip from your mouth, and she would do anything to get what she wanted.

"open your eyes, let mommy hear those pretty little moans of yours."

she kitten licked the outside of your walls while massaging both of your breasts with her hands, occasionally twisting your nipples for extra stimulation. she dipped the tip of her tongue further into your pussy before retracting and going back to kissing your thighs.

"mommy," you whined.

you could feel natasha smile against your skin. "there you go, my love." you tried to grind your hips further onto her mouth by pushing upwards, but natasha's mouth quickly moved out of reach.

"ah ah ah, be patient. only good girls get what they want." you rolled your eyes and huffed, earning a loud slap to the side of your thigh. "do that again and your ass will be bent over my knee seven shades of red."

her glare went away as soon as she buried her face back between your legs. she was downright greedy, almost possessive over the gift between your legs.

natasha's role of being easy on you was put to an end. she shoved her tongue into your pussy, graciously accepting every inch you had to offer. seeing your back arch, hands balled into fists as they gripped the sheets, gave the redhead a sense of euphoria she'd never felt before.

"mommy please-"

"you're so beautiful when you fall to pieces." natasha purred. "aren't you glad mommy's taking care of you?"

your only response was a loud whine as her tongue flicked over your clit. "c'mon sweet girl, i know you can use your words."

"yes!" your voice was strained, a series of incoherent grunts and moans filling the room. natasha’s mouth covered the entirety of your pussy and her lapping only grew stronger the more you cried.

you clenched tightly around her tongue. your legs automatically reflexed to close, but that didn’t do anything for you except grant natasha deeper access into your cunt.

“m-mommy!” the feeling of natasha’s nails scraping the sides of your thighs was enough to let you know you could come. “mmm, that’s right baby. there you go.”

when she pulled away, you were greeted with the sight of natasha’s sticky, grinning face as she moved to sit on your stomach. she figured she could give you a small break before really fucking you senseless.

but that didn’t mean she would stop completely.

her hands found their way to your breasts, squeezing and pinching them again for extra stimulation. “you like that, don’t you baby?”

“yes, please, i want more!”

natasha giggled, mocking your pathetic pleas for her.

“not yet. don’t be the dirty little whore i know you are. now you’re going to lay here while mommy grinds on your stomach until she gets tired of it.” her hand offered a gentle squeeze around your throat.

“you’re going to have to draw me with my fingers shoved in your cunt before i let you cum again.” she taunted, slowly edging herself on your body. it wasn’t long before you began to feel her heat against your skin.

and truthfully, you’d draw whatever the hell she wanted you to just as long as she kept coming back.