#Semi based off fighter

[pratigyakrishnaki]

Of Queens and Lions

She smiled, grinning from ear to ear as her stomach dropped and she experienced the weightlessness that came from her fighter jet executing the steepest of dives towards the lake. She fell further and further, the smile on her face growing wider and wider.

“Squadron leader Rathod, pull out of the dive NOW.” She ignored the command from Ground Control. Just a little further.

The water hurtled closer; still she did not pull up.

“Queenie! You’ll crash!” That was Lucky, her fellow teammate.

She ignored him too. There would be hell to pay for the ignorance, but this rush; she relished in it.

She was feet from the water, mere inches, before she grabbed the joystick and pulled. Hard. The jet righted itself, sending sprays of water flying while her jet’s belly kissed the edge of the lake. She let loose a loud whoop before she heard in her ear, “Squadron Leader Rathod. Ground yourself immediately and report for questioning.” 

Dammit. Sher had found her. She sighed and turned away from the lake, returning to base. Some people, would never understand the rush of flight, speed and the skies, but she, Rani Rathod, was born to live in the sky. 

-

If only some people understood that, she thought grimly as she extricated herself from her helmet and flying gear. Captain Sher Singhania, didn’t seem like someone who did. But that couldn’t be true, otherwise how would someone so young become the captain of their team so quickly? Sher’s name was infamous in their academy. He came from a flying legacy. His father and his father’s father had been generals in the Indian Air Force, and Sher seemed on the trajectory to do the same. But he was only 28. A young, mere 28. 

As Rani walked to the captain’s quarters, she remembered the first time she had met Sher. Excited to be working with him, she had seemed so eager, so quick to shake his hand. But Sher seemed to hate her from the get go.  As she stood there, her hand outstretched, he just stared at her and then turned away, greeting all the other members of the Garud Squad. She had turned red, her ears burning as she stared for just a moment longer before turning away from the man.

A/N: It's been a long while. Two years since I've been here. A lot has happened. Loss, love, and a lot more. I'm getting married in a few months, and he's helping me regain my love for writing. Maybe we'll see more of Rani, maybe not. I sure hope so though. She's become a part of me quickly.

Anyways, hope you all are well. Come say hello!

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-seven: car sex

>>> no one will read these anyway based off of the reception for nobara, but i wanted to give the ladies some love this time around <3

>>> starring: maki zen'in x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: jealousy, homophobia w the zen'ins, making my own cannon, oral and fingering, car sex, semi-exhibitionism? i don't think so but just in case >>> wc: 1.8k >>> event masterlist:

formal events were the bane of her existence. she hated all the ritualistic steps of looking presentable for a clan celebration, of all things. maki has never been celebrated amongst her clan and she knows they won’t start anytime soon—so why did she have to show up and celebrate them? even worse, why did she have to drag her girlfriend to such an event? she knows half the elders will spend their time whispering about either her supposed powerlessness or her lesbianism, and the other half would be thinking about it all night long. she hated having to subject you to such nonsense, but her mother insisted–and she knew she’d never hear the end of it from her if she didn’t just suck it up and go. 

so here the two of you are, shoved into the zen’in family banquet hall in a tight fit. maki was absolutely uncomfortable, forced to mingle with people she can’t stand while trying to keep a possessive hold on you. despite the controversial relationship, she wouldn’t let it be lost on anyone. you weren’t here as a plus one or just a friend, you were here as maki’s partner and she wasn’t shy about it. they hate her already, she couldn’t give less of a fuck. her anger will make her the perfect protector too, she won’t allow them to say anything offbeat to you or their reckoning may come early. 

she also hated formal wear. it was impractical and stuffy, and she didn’t like being painted up to the nines, either. at least you looked amazing. you might be enough to make her rethink all her earlier opinions. seeing you tucked into a gorgeous kimono was definitely a lifeline to get her through the night—naobito’s birthday celebrations could perhaps pass harmlessly by with nothing more than the memories of how good you look. the silk highlights your body for days, tight around your chest and flowing down your legs. whereas maki feels completely out of place with rouge and lipstick on he skin, somehow it makes you look even more elegant and graceful. you’re flawless, evidence that maki is indeed good enough to deserve happiness. she keeps your hand in hers for the better part of the evening, fake smiling to some clan members while she keeps her scowl for others, you couldn’t quite find a rhyme or reason to her reactions. it isn’t until she’s pulled away by her sister that you’re able to understand. 

of course you were familiar with the atrocities of the zen’in, and it made you more than just a little uncomfortable to be surrounded by them, but with maki by your side, you knew that no harm would possibly come to you. but with her gone, well. now you’re left wide open. 

they don’t waste any time, a wall of zen’in has formed around you with various men bidding for your attention by offering you drinks and compliments, swearing that a zen’in man could give you a much better time than any woman—but especially one as weak and powerless as maki. their sentiment makes you snarl, but you don’t know how far maki is—meaning you don’t know how crude you can be with all these disgustingly vile creatures. 

“weak? naobito’s birthday or no—we can test that theory.” her sharp voice cuts through the cacophony of others. the men are quieted instantly, and you feel yourself smirk. they start rattling off excuses as to why there should be no fighting here tonight—but you hear the real reason: they’re afraid. 

maki has always been far more powerful than they deign to acknowledge. she’s a talented fighter, and you knew most of these old fuckers would be dead to rights if she really wanted to cause a scene. her presence is scary enough, brows set with a menacing look in her eye. she stares above their heads, making eye contact with you. 

“come. i think it’s time we left, dear.” she extends her hand for you to take, holding the stare of the disgusting old men that came to hit on her girlfriend the moment she stepped away. you skip forward to take her hand, almost giddy at her demeanor as she squeezes your palm in hers. you knew that she was pissed. she was mad when she woke up this morning and remembered this stupid fucking party was today, but now she’s irate. everything she thought would happen, did, and she didn’t feel like subjecting you to any more ogling eyes. she starts to drag you both towards the door, hoping that the hour and a half she had managed to occupy the same space as her family would please her mother enough. not that she quite cared anyway, hearing your little giggles of excitement told her that you knew exactly how she would remedy her bad mood. 

maki has a track record of jealousy, and you knew this time was no exception. this time may be the worst of them all, your girlfriend’s grip on your hand tightening as the driver brings the car around. her mind was racing with the harassments from the crowd, different cousins and uncles offering to show her girlfriend a good time after the party. tch, she didn’t have to wait. she would have you now, the windows of the car are tinted anyway. she opens the backseat of the spacious suv, jutting her chin out to the backseat. 

your feel your face heat up as you obey her, crawling into the back on your hands and knees. maki turns to give the chauffeur a tip, patting his knowing shoulder. she doesn’t much care if people know what she’s about to do to you in this car. in fact, she hopes rumors spread about it. the windows being tinted was all she cared about—no one would get to see her pretty little girlfriend’s faces of pleasure but her. she steps into the car after you and pulls the door closed behind her. she’s thankful for the air conditioning and radio humming lowly in the background, your noses pressed together for a brief moment as she adjusts your seat, pushing you back and ensuring she has enough space in the floorboard. 

you giggle a little, parting your thighs to give her room to sit between. she slinks between them easily, resting her hands on your knees as she peers over her lenses. you lick your lips in anticipation, seeing that anger in her eyes. 

“worked up, babe?” you tease just a little, resting your hand on her head. she raises a brow at you, quietly warning you to watch your attitude. you grin a little, knowing you could push her to her limits after the night that you’ve had—but you’d be the one to reap the consequences. so you lean back against the seat a bit, easing your cunt closer. she looks down at your middle at the movement, but she nods. 

“yeah. i’m a bit worked up.” she groans, bunching your silken skirt up by your thighs. her mouth salivates the closer she leans to the apex of your thighs. she catches your scent, grinning at the arousal already leaking down your legs. “they’re all just dying for a chance at you, hm?” 

you roll your eyes with a satisfied little grin, shaking your head at her. you pull your skirt up some more for her, but you know not to worry about anything further or you’ll further irritate your already ticked off and overzealous girlfriend. “just too scared of you to come around.” you decide to stroke her ego instead. 

she scoffs a little, amusement sparkling in the vast darkness of her emerald eyes. her fingers stroke over the center of your panties, and she hums approvingly at the dampness she can feel beneath. her lips tilt into a smirk, “and you like that?” 

“i love that.” you purr, scratching her scalp a little bit. she smiles softly and pushes the flimsy fabric keeping your cunt from her to the side. she gives you a breathy chuckle, watching the strings of your arousal stick to your panties as she peels them away, she’s enamored. 

“and i love that sloppy pussy, pretty girl.” she whispers, letting her fingers spread your lips apart. you take your lip in between your teeth in anticipation. she lets her slender thumb drag figure eights along your clit, face focused on your hardening tits and shifting face. you’ve always been so sensitive, it’s one of maki’s favorite things about you—how you jerk into her hand as she’s barely touched you, little moans coming from your pursed lips as the sounds of tires squealing outside overtake the music in the car. maki grins—you’re holding up the line, leaving the other zen’in’s no choice but to pull around maki’s signature suv. she chuckles a bit as she leans in, attaching her pink lips to yours, letting her fingers work their magic over your bundle. 

your body drowns in warmth, looking down at your sexy and strong girlfriend giving you head never got old. she always knew how to get you going, possessively shoving you in the back of her car was on the list. you grip at her hair as the pressure from her fingers intensifies, tongue slipping past your lips and straight into the hole—and she moans at the taste of you. your head rolls against the rest behind you, hands weaved into green locks in an effort to grind yourself down on her tongue inside you without moving her fingers. one of her hands pushes your thigh away, keeping you from breaking yet another pair of her glasses. 

she works in perfect time, knowing exactly how to send you over the edge without much work at all. she knows no man could tend to you so easily—making you cum like it was chewing gum or breathing. that’s why only she gets to wear the remnants on her face. you buck into her mouth, whines going high pitched. she taps your thigh, giving you express permission to cum on her face. 

you whimper, the affection in her eyes was enough to send you toppling over the edge. your hips shake, the dam breaking in your gut—your release covers your girlfriend’s tongue as she curls it inside, gathering all the taste of you that she could with a few animalistic moans as she sucks you clean. 

she pants a little as she pulls away from your cunt, tucking your panties back over the mess with a little smile of arrogance. “did that make you feel better, sweetheart?” she asks, pulling your skirt back down as she leans up toward your face. you bend down to meet her, she was still on her knees after all. 

you chuckle, giving her a soft kiss. “i meant to ask you that.” 

[thatsrightice]

Iceman may have made the climb in ranks, eventually earning the title of Admiral and Commander of the Pacific Fleet, but that didn’t mean he had to give up flying entirely right away.

Retired Rear Admiral Jay “Spook” Yakeley continued to fly as he raised through the ranks, as did a few select other Rear Admirals. In fact, Spook said that he was able to fly just about whenever he wanted given his rank on base.

“I flew all of the teen fighters in one day. I went up in a Tomcat and a Hornet in the morning. After lunch I flew an F-15E and a TOPGUN F-16. Kind of a stunt, but hey. When you’re an admiral you can do stuff like that.” - Jay “Spook” Yakeley, Rear Admiral USN (Ret.)

Ice would have definitely done that just to rub it into Mav’s face, maybe to spite the other pilots. He would have someone hold the video camera and record him, and he’ll start in front of each jet talking to the camera. Nothing much, just his name and callsign, date, time, location, the aircraft type, aircraft bureau number, etc. for record keeping and proof.

Then he’d be filmed climbing into the cockpit and going for a fun flight performing some semi-difficult maneuvers, nothing super dangerous but still impressive. Then he would move on to the next one and repeating the process. Ice would have kept it on the down-low, spending time carefully organizing his schedule to allow for his stunt to be pulled off flawlessly without drawing attention to himself.

Then he’ll bring the video to the next Tailhook reunion early and have the organizers set it up on a projector or video device (or however old video tech works 🫣) just waiting for when one of his friends make a jab at him for probably not being able to fly much anymore given his new rank. And he’ll just turn and give a subtle nod to the man. Maybe it would have been edited by a movie editor he has connections with or something to make him look like the BAMF he is.

[ohnococo]

Eyes On You | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x F!Scientist Reader

Summary: Sukuna takes a keen interest in you after a meeting discussing having him promote the protein powder you helped develop.

Notes: A one shot within the mma!au, though this isn’t part of the main canon of Fight Night. A request for @rosemaydone321

Warnings: public sex, mutual masturbation, rough sex, cum shot

You hated being dragged along for these sponsorship meetings. It wasn’t your thing: sucking up to clients, listening to them negotiate fees, nodding the approval you’d already detailed and reviewed with legal in emails over the product claims in the ad copy. That didn’t stop you from getting dragged along though. Kusakabe, the company’s marketing lead, absolutely insisted that you added an air of legitimacy to the product just by sitting there. You drew the line at his suggestions that you wear a white lab coat to these meetings. There was no need to give some performance of your job, because it was simply something you did and did well, not needing to add niceties or fakeness to bolster your accolades. Not like most of the other people in this room laughing louder than they needed to, smiling wider than necessary.

Not the subject of this meeting though. In lieu of making conversation and underhanded suggestions of sponsorship requirements or costs, his focus was on you through most of it, face unamused by his manager’s banter. He seemed much more interested in watching you squirm under his gaze. You aren’t exactly sure what it was he seemed to get out of it, brows raised, peering down his nose at you as he leans on one hand and waits for your side of the table to agree to what he wants without even having to be the one to ask for it. It feels like he’s judging you, staring into your mind at every little thing you were thinking. It makes it hard for you to listen, not that you really needed to. All they asked was that you “look smart” and “use some science-y words.” All your years of education and experience to be told to look smart when you were smart. It almost made you regret getting into the health and fitness business.

The only thing making these meetings semi-tolerable was at least knowing Kusakabe was good at dealing with these people, having done press management for fighters himself in the past before deciding it was too much stress for the pay. He had to put out less fires this way, now he just helped the company push protein powder via sponsorships and deals. Or in this case, a very important brand deal with a highly sought after man like Sukuna. His being reliable, and doing most of the talking, made up for you being forced to be here rather than where your costly degrees had given you access to. It still didn’t make his client-facing persona any less grating though.

Sukuna leans forward, picking up his glass of water on the long table separating you and your coworkers from him and his management, and Kusakabe makes a show of acting impressed by him to pay him a compliment. It was usually what these men liked most.

“God, look at the size of his hands! No wonder you’re a menace on the ground.” Kusakabe mimics wrenching an opponent’s arm back, but Sukuna seems to be too concerned with watching you intently to be plied by the praise. Though from how disinterested he seemed the entire meeting you were beginning to think flattery wouldn’t work on him anyway. Kusakabe nudges you, encouraging you to join in, “Can’t claim that’s because of the protein powder, can we?”

Sukuna’s lip curls into a sneer, and you feel a small sense of camaraderie that he was just as put off by the charade of it all as you were, though you note this was the first time someone hadn’t been taken in by Kusakabe.

You’d have to tease him for it later when he lets the facade slip on your way back to the more comfortable lab-based aspects of your job. He knew the product inside and out. Not on a chemical level like you, but he was knowledgeable.

You found his penchant for playing dumb exhausting though, and since Sukuna seemed to as well you take the chance to speak your mind for once. “Don’t be stupid.”

For the first time since this meeting had started, the large man across from you actually looks amused, lifting his head from where it was resting atop his hand with the smallest hint of a smile.

“Don’t mind her. You know how brainy types are, right?” Kusakabe deflects, trying to recover from his parried compliment.

That wipes the smile off of Sukuna’s face, and he turns his steely gaze to the man next to you. “She’s right. You were being stupid.

Kusakabe looks frightened for a second, with your new client’s ability to intimidate even without threats, then his business brain kicks in, forcing that fake smile back onto his face as he laughs nervously. “Of course I was!”

He was, really. A claim like that would be preposterous. It was already a stretch for them to try and act like any of the considerable musculature before you was due to your product anyway. A body like that wasn’t built by a year’s worth of free product and the promise of a sizable check…

From the corner of your eye you can see Kusakabe deflate a little, before redoubling his efforts with Sukuna’s management, having noted they were much more receptive than the brooding man who was the guest of honour here.

The meeting wraps up without further incident, except for you spending the majority of it trying to look unbothered by Sukuna’s unwavering gaze. As Kusakabe walks you back to your little hideaway many, many floors down from the fancy meeting room, he places a lollipop into his mouth in lieu of heading outside for a cigarette to calm his buzzing nerves.

“If I didn’t respect you so much I’d have asked you to show a little leg to make that whole thing easier for me.”

It catches you off guard, “Firstly, if you respected me you would have kept that little thought to yourself. Secondly, what are you even talking about?”

He twirls the sweet by its stick on his mouth, pulling it out to gesture at you broadly. “I’m talking about the sexy eyes you were getting the whole damn time. Typical meathead, thinking with his dick.”

“Sexy eyes? Do you mean scary eyes? He looked like he was going to eat me alive.”

Kusakabe laughs as he leans against the wall while you press your keycard to the sensor for the entrance to your floor, “Yeah he wanted a taste of you, all right.”

The door beeps, then the locks click signifying your entry was permitted. Kusakabe’s, however, is not, so he waves at you over his shoulder as he heads back towards the elevator, “I’ll let you know when they decide on the deal.”

“I don’t care.”

It was all the same to you, and while your interest might have been piqued despite the brutishness of being ogled for nearly an hour and a half, your job there was done. Whether he promoted the protein powder or not, or made an appearance in a few commercials or print ads, had nothing to do with you past this point. Hell, it technically didn’t have anything to do with you before, but Kusakabe was adamant your quiet presence made a difference.

When Kusakabe approaches you in the lobby three days later, walking alongside you as you make your way to your car to head home, you think maybe you might care just a little. Enough to see it through at least. He looks serious, disappointed even, feigning having to deliver bad news, before he’s breaking into a smile and patting your back the way he always did when asking you to celebrate a victory that wasn’t yours.

“We did it. Sukuna’s team is signed on.”

“You did it.” You assert. No amount of money would have made you go on all the networking luncheons and meetings he spent his time in to soften people up. One was your limit, agreed to after a lengthy begathon from your coworker, so you let him ask you to come to a celebratory meal with the rest of the marketing team as usual, so you can also shoot it down as usual.

“Well, how about food and drinks tonight to celebrate, eh?” He acts like he might make it sound appetising by phrasing it like that for the dozenth time. But then he adds, “Their team is coming too. Sukuna insisted on paying. He asked us to bring everyone from the meeting too, and that includes you.”

This was a little unusual. It was a rarity for anyone other than the direct lead to be invited out, even if it was his company card getting thrown on the table for it. You can’t say you aren’t interested, even if the thought of being watched through the whole meal intimidated you. So you say yes, and Kusakabe is taken aback, smiling wide and patting you on the back like it was some feat to actually get out of either your lab, your office, or your home.

—

The meal is as insufferable as the meetings usually are. The ass kissing is somehow even more intolerable now that you know the contracts are signed so it was all even more unnecessary theatrics. Sukuna seems more focused on people in the room other than you, bordering on outright ignoring you, save for a few glances down at you in your seat across from him at the table.

It forces you to reckon with the fact that you had possibly been a little self-indulgent, coming to this meal to see him, to see if he was as interested as Kusakabe had seemed to think. You did trust his judgement after all, he had a good read on people, but now you’re just confused. It closes you off from the room even further, starting to feel awkward as your coworkers are drinking fast, bordering on making themselves a nuisance with their boisterous talking and laughter in the little reserved room of this restaurant.

Once they’re shuffling round seats, talking to each other, taking shots, cheersing again and again to a supposedly great fortune this year long contract - with a hope of renewal - would bring, you’re just sitting quietly at your seat in the corner, waiting for Kusakabe to finish his loud story to one of Sukuna’s team so you can say goodbye and leave.

Then, your interest is piqued again, as Sukuna breaks off from the few people he was speaking with, coming to sit down next to you. He peers down at you and you find yourself sitting up a little straighter, blinking when he speaks as if he’d made some sudden frightening movement.

“Are you always so quiet?”

You couldn’t tell if he was trying to be rude or not, but you answer honestly. “Yes.”

It surprises him that you don’t come up with some defence, and that you were comfortable with your quietness, his brows raising gently as he appears to be scanning you head to toe all over again. It has you feeling tense, swallowing hard as he’s silent, though not in the same way you were.

He catches that, smiling with a predacious twinkle in his eye before he leans a little closer than necessary. “Don’t be scared. I only hurt people who have it coming.”

You don’t know if it was supposed to intimidate you, but it worked. It made your hairs stand on end, your mouth feel dry, but it also made a familiar heat pool low in your stomach. He’s caught onto something that lets him know that too, flashing his teeth at you.

“I said don’t be scared.” He says it like an order, leaning back in the seat he’d taken, looking out at the room and you take the opportunity to try and calm yourself a little without being obvious about it.

He crosses one leg over the other, putting an arm over the back of your chair. “They’ll be shitfaced by the end of the night. Half of them already are.” He swings his head slowly to look down at you, “Why aren’t you?”

You shrug. Because it didn’t interest you, maybe. Because you were bored enough that it couldn’t even help anything and would leave you with a hangover that wasn’t worth it tomorrow morning. You don’t tell him any of that though, deciding that you didn’t want to volunteer any unnecessary information right now.

So you answer with the same question, “Why aren’t you?”

There it is again, that smile that would be outright terrifying if you were one of those people that ’had it coming.’ Then, he tempers the smile, running his tongue over his teeth before relaxing into a more neutral expression.

“If I’m partying I’m not holding back, and this is technically business. But,” he leans in, close enough that you’re holding your breath, eyes wide, “maybe we can have our fun some other way…”

You lick your lips, trying to keep your breathing under control, trying to temper whatever had clued him in to his effect on your body before because by now you were absolutely soaked. He doesn’t let you have that control though, bringing a hand up and brushing your lower lip with his thumb and tilting your head up towards him. He’s so close you’re sure he’s going to kiss you, but instead he speaks.

“You need to do something with all that nervous energy, or you’ll wind up passing out.”

He’s mocking you, you know he is. You don’t exactly like to feel so frail in front of him but you can’t deny how your body was reacting, or that you might just be considering letting him kiss you within eyeshot of several of your coworkers. But he doesn’t. He pulls back and stands, eyes barely visible with how low he has to look to gaze down on you.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

Then, he just walks away, leaving you blinking, unsure of why he’d announced his departure with such weight. You catch up to his thinking as he stops at the entryway to the little private room you’d all been dining and drinking in, and quirks his head to the side, raising his brows in a face that wordlessly communicates, ’well?’ before he’s walking away.

It leaves you blinking again, swallowing hard, looking around the room as if to ask what you should do. No one was looking back, all involved in their own discussions. You take a breath, wondering why you suddenly felt the need to confer over something you very much didn’t want anyone else here to know you were even considering. Then, you realise even as you stand to follow along the path Sukuna had taken, it was because you knew it was probably a very, very bad idea.

When you reach the bathroom, you see it’s unlocked. You grab the handle and take a deep breath, half hoping he’d been joking, that he hadn’t even come into here and instead walked outside to get some air and laugh at the dirty little scientist who really thought he was inviting her to fuck in a public restroom. The door is only open a little before Sukuna is in view, very much waiting for you as he’d said, and very much stroking his frankly intimidating cock.

With the way your blood rushes downward between your thighs you almost feel lightheaded, and it’s as if your legs are moving of their own accord as you enter the bathroom and shut and lock the door behind you.

“Anyone could have come in here and seen that.” He laughs at the way you refer to his monster of a cock as that, but it doesn’t stop his slow strokes.

“But you came in here.” He’s still mocking you. And you’re still taking it, responding by grabbing at his shirt, and looking up at him. It spurs him on to release his grip on his cock and kiss you, one hand in your hair the other on your hip.

The force of his kiss borders on painful, teeth clashing with yours, tongue pushing into your mouth like it was his to claim. Then he’s gripping your ass, hoisting you up onto the sink, and only parting from your kiss once his hands migrate downward and feel how wet you already were. He spreads your legs wide, shoving your sensible grey dress upward to unveil the wet patch on your panties and smiling wickedly.

“Were you this wet in that meeting?” His eyes flick upward to meet with yours, and you feel defensive, like he was accusing you of being unprofessional.

“N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He tugs your panties down, hard enough you have to reach behind yourself to grip the sink and keep yourself from sliding off. “I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

That doesn’t help the defensiveness bubbling up inside you, competing with the arousal. “I am.”

He gives you a pitying look, like he wasn’t so sure anymore, “Then be a smart girl and get that cunt ready for me.”

He takes a step back, resuming his slow strokes on his cock, waiting for you to perform for him. Your fight is gone with the way his words have you letting out a horny little whine at the sight of him touching himself. He lets out a pleased groan at that, and if you hadn’t already cast caution and logic aside for a moment you’d be embarrassed at how enthusiastically you begin moving your fingers through your wetness for him. He nods approvingly, picking up his pace a little as his silent encouragement only makes you go further, bringing a knee up to perch one of your feet on the sink, giving him a better view as you circle your clit and let out a stifled moan.

He doesn’t let you work your way up like that for long though, “Go on, fuck that cunt open for me.”

His words are only getting filthier, and it makes your head spin, letting a louder moan slip out as your mind goes blank and you do just as he says. You didn’t know you could be so needy so fast, knuckle deep with two of your fingers, rocking your hips into your movements the best you can without slipping from your precarious position. He flicks his wrist, twisting his hand as he strokes his cock, and his deep groans have you sliding a third finger in, knowing your fingers will hardly approximate his girth. The obscenity of it all is getting you close, breath hitching, eyes struggling to keep focused as your legs get shaky.

Then he’s got you by the wrist, pulling your hand away, and replacing your fingers with his cock in one steady push. You wrap your arms around him, moaning and clutching at his back, squirming until he has to hold your hips still to bottom out inside of you properly.

You’re so full that it’s like you can’t think, mind needing to reset as your body takes over all the work for you, rocking against him, begging him with soft whines until he’s chuckling at your desperation.

“All of your little coworkers are going to hear us if you don’t keep quiet.”

His words are undercut by his actions, as he starts fucking into you in long, deep strokes, only speeding up to snap his hips against yours just as he’s bottoming out, and you find yourself taking it happily as he hits all the right spots inside of you.

The force of his thrusts has his pants slowly shifting from his hips and down his legs, heavy belt buckle hitting the tile floors with a clang as they pool around his ankles. His pace is unaffected, the more pressing matter being your pussy squelching obscenely around his cock.

“Oh- oh my god, oh my god…” you’re clinging to him, despite being in no danger of falling now that he was gripping you so tightly, mouth open and incapable of stopping the little whines coming out with every thrust.

He puts a hand over your still open and panting mouth and chuckles, low and breathy, “Not such a quiet little mouse now, hm?”

You’re still talking now, babbling into his palm about how good it feels, how bad you need him to make you cum. Even with how muffled it is you can still feel how it’s making him throb inside of you, and you clench around him. His hand on your mouth, large enough that he was gripping your entire jaw, and the other hand firmly locked onto your hip, are the only things keeping you from being a fucked out puddle on the floor, too close to do anything but take it as your moans get higher and louder.

As he starts climbing towards his end as well, he doesn’t even pretend to hold those sounds in anymore, releasing your face to have his other hand on your hip, and you resume your desperate talk unrestrained as he fucks you hard enough your head is left lolling. You’re lucky enough to have him obliging your every request, namely because they all centre around begging him to keep fucking you. He does it happily, until he’s growling his approval as you grip him tight, creaming around his cock as he fucks you right through your orgasm until he’s right on that edge himself. Suddenly he pulls out, pulling your dress higher and out of the way as he pumps himself roughly til he’s cumming hard, coating your pussy and thighs.

You lean back, until you’re against the mirror with the faucet uncomfortably pressed into your back, catching your breath, watching him squeeze out the last of his cum as he takes in the view of his handiwork. Then, when the stars behind your eyes have dissipated, and you look down at the mess, the reality of what you’ve just done settles in.

“Oh God…”

Sukuna only smiles at you and helps you off of the sink onto your shaky legs to begin cleaning yourself off. As you both make yourselves look presentable, something you’re putting much more effort into than him, he offers you a playful, “You’re welcome.”

You shoot him a look, much less warmed up to him now that the haze of lust has worn off.

He pats you on the back, then runs his hand down until he can squeeze at your ass. “You look much more relaxed.”

He takes a final look in the mirror and gives you another smile, still hungry despite having his appetites satisfied. “Looking forward to working with you.”

[phuuca]

My friend Jax got me REALLY into Wind Breaker and I binge read the entire manga in, roughly, three days. But every time a new gang was introduced, I always had the idea pop into my head of “What if Sakura joined these guys before Furin?”

So here’s my two cents about how those would all go:

(Gangs ranked from Least Damaging to Most Damaging, based on how they’d treat Sakura)

(Spoilers for the Manga)

Roppo Ichiza - Least damaging

They wouldn't let him join officially, because he's too young. But this is Sakura and he'll throw himself into battle anyway for the thrill of it, but also because he wants to belong and protect. It's who he is at his core. Kanji sighs with unsurprising disappointment because Sakura should be in school! And making friends!! You're committing truancy Sakura. Go make friends, you under-socialized, stray cat!! Sakura being adopted into the Roppo Ichiza is just Kanji and Akihito trying to convince him to transfer to Furin because SAKURA. YOU'RE LIFE IS BEING WASTED HERE. Anyway, he ends up transferring to Furin after hanging around Shizuka and Tsubaki long enough and they beat Gravel's ass. He drags the boy by the scruff, kicking and screaming, and enrolls him in Furin High himself.

Gravel - second least damaging

He thrives, but in a way that’s a little different from Roppo and Furin bc they are a community. However he still, ultimately, gets picked on because of his appearance and is more lonely than he thinks he is. But, for the most part, he's welcomed with open arms because he contributes a lot to Gravel and is super reliable. He takes up a semi-leadership position, despite being one of the youngest members, because of his fighting abilities. Transfers to Furin after Suzuri becomes a Chef Trainee and pushes Sakura to better himself in a way similar to Tsubaki and Shizuka.

Both a Roppo! and Gravel!Sakura would be closest to Tsubaki.

Shishitoren - smack dab in the middle, our true neutral

He’s in a neutral position in Shishitoren. It's neither good nor bad overall, but he’s still incredibly, lonely. Choji picks on him for being strong. Togame picks on him because of their clashing ideals and talking speeds. He’s definitely strong enough to hold his place there and find shaky community, but his own personal morals isolate him more ostentatiously than not. And, with the threat of being kicked out, he's afraid of even being seen as "weak". He still thinks it's some punk shit to be picking on middle schoolers and he'd beat the snot out of Arima and Kanuma, if given the chance. After the tournament, he transfers with a little bit of pushing from Togame.

Shishitoren!Sakura would be closest to Hiiragi (he sees a lot of Sako in Sakura).

Keel - damaging

He withers, but at a slower rate. He’s the only member to not use a weapon, because he thinks bringing a weapon to a fist fight is cowardly behavior. This makes him an outsider and a target of their bullying. He willingly joined under the guise of finding community, but was pissed off when he found out this community is full of petty thugs and bullies. He tried to leave, and was close to being successful, but then he say Nagato and decided he was going to stay and (begrudgingly, with a lot of grumbling and swearing) stay. He stands beside Nagato as an a kind of, tough-loving, older brother/mentor figure. Sakura often takes the brunt of Nagato’s punishments because Nagato is not a fighter and he's "responsible" for hims as his mentor. Even after he fails nabbing the purse, he takes it for Nagato and is devastated, but truly not surprised when they beat up Nagato too. He transfers after Nagato is saved.

Keel!Sakura would be closest with Ren.

Noroshi - most damaging and he’s in active, tangiable danger.

He withers and burns from the inside out. He’s fighting for his fucking life all the time. He’s got scars and a single tattoo. Absolutely lonely and gets sick, maybe, twice every six months from constantly being run ragged and feeling like dirt. There are small streaks of white in his black hair from the constant stress of fighting Takiishi, Endo, and the other Noroshi members in a thunderdome that, seemingly, never ends. Is first seen beside Endo during the Gravel Arc as his shadow, a reopened split lip staining the collar of his hoodie red. He is saved during the war by Umemiya after he clips his head, hard, on the chair Takiishi throws, and is held down until he passes out (Umemiya defends his unconscious body from Takiishi). He transfers to Furin once the war is over and is monitored by the Four Kings, not because they think he’ll betray him, but because Sakura needs guidance on the difference between constantly fighting for your life verses a friendly fun brawl (Endo and Takiishi had him fight them for survival under the guise of “fun”).

Noroshi!Sakura is closest with Umemiya (everyone saw this coming).

In every reality, my boy Haruka Sakura ends up in Furin because all roads lead to Furin. He belongs there, that’s his family, even if some extra steps were taken to get there.

[urluv69]

Task Force 141 COD

Y/N(18+ user) X Ghost

Mature content!

Carnival

It was October 31; Halloween. You didn’t normally dress up or go out for Halloween since you were normally either on a mission or too tired from a mission, but this year was different. You joined the task force 141 just under a year ago and found that they all liked to celebrate (in some way or form) holidays.

As usual, you weren’t planning on doing anything to celebrate Halloween but when Ghost invited you to a carnival, you couldn’t help but say yes. You dressed in fish neck stockings, a tiny leather skirt, a short black tank top, a red racing jacket and healed combat boots. You weren’t quite sure if it looked good or not when you arrived with Ghost but the looks people were giving said you looked hot.

The day went well with you and Ghost playing some games and carnival activities. As usual Ghost kept a stoic expression and lacked a smile but you could tell he was enjoying himself just as you were. When the time came everyone entered the large tent that had a huge stage in the middle. An odd box sat at the center of the stage but you didn’t pay any mind to it as you found two seats with Ghost.

“Ladies and gentlemen, to finish off your evening here I would like to present the annual event. As most of you have been waiting all day for this I won’t take long and will chose a lady from the audience to start us off.” The ring man standing in a flashy red suit announced through a microphone as the whole crowd roared.

It was only now that you noticed how many ladies were dressed in under garments and lacy clothes showing off more then they were covering. You couldn’t say you were covering any more than them but most almost looked as if it was intended to be taken off.

You gave a confused glance towards Ghost who was looking ahead and didn’t meet your gaze. Suddenly a white beam of light shone over you and the ring man pointed towards you. You were confused before he motioned for you to come down to the center stage where he stood.

You hesitated but did make your way down to him. “Now what is your name, doll?” You tell him your name as the crowd cheers and your cheeks flush not used to the attention being on you.

“Do you know the rules or shall I remind you of how we play here?”

“I-I don’t know the rules….”

You stammered as you nervously shifted on your feet.

“Very well. You will step into the box at the center of our ring. You will find various holes and cameras that way we can see and interact with you inside. You may exist at any given point you please by simply pressing the red button on the door. You can strip down at which ever speed you’d like and may choose who you interact with.”

You nodded as realization hit you. It was a pleasure box. You go in and others can chose to interact with you or not. You let out a shaky breath as you walk over to the box and close the door shut. Slowly, you strip off your jacket, top, and finally your skirt and fishnets. You are left in small black thongs and a black skimpy bra.

Soon enough you see something appear in one of the hole. A long, veiny, and strained cock. You sink to your knees without much hesitation and wrapped one hand around its base. You look to a screen inside the box to figure out who it was and see a tall brunette with messy hair in a fire fighter costume.

You wrap your lips around his tip and sensually swipe your tongue over. Your hand begins to pump as you start sucking harder and hollowing out your cheeks. You take him down your throat as far as you can go without chocking and pump the rest. Your tongue swirls around him as you now feel heat pulling in your core.

You should feel dirty and ashamed doing this in a semi-public scene but you don’t. It only turns you on more to think about it. Your body begins to heat up more as you feel him twitch signaling he is close. Another hole is filled to your left and another slightly shorter but thick cock is now in your view. You take your hand away from the man you are still working on and bring it to stroke the new one.

Your free hand reaches behind your back and unclamps your bra. You don’t pay mind to wear it falls and only focus on the load of cum being released into your mouth and down your throat. You swallow everything and pull away with a pop from his tip. Your one hand is still eagerly pumping the newcomers cock who you look up to the screen and see a blond, younger man dressed in a suit and tie.

It doesn’t take long before cum is dripping down your bare chest and you pull your hand back. At this point you are aching to be touched and receive any type of friction. This time when a new cock appears you stand up and shimmy out of your panties. You press your back against the wall before bending over and exposing your pussy to them as they pull back for a moment.

Conveniently there is a hand bar in front of you to hold as you glance up at the screen again. Ghost. He’s the one whose tip is circling your tight and clenching hole. He suddenly slams into you and your legs almost buckle right then and there. He fills you up perfectly as you clench around him. His thrusts are relentless as you have no time to adjust.

You’re so close already as he slams against your spongy g-spot with every thrust. You moan and can’t help your self as you reach down with one hand and rub your clit.

It doesn’t take long before you cum around him and he’s not far behind. After a moment of coming down from your climaxes, he pulls out. You lean against the wall as you manage to pull your clothes back on. You press the red button on the door and as promised it opens and you step out to see Ghost with a clear smirk.

[pianokantzart]

How delusional do you think Bowser is in the Mario Movie? He genuinely thought Mario was in love with Peach the moment they met but in reality, they’re just friends. He thought Peach found Mario attractive, even though they only knew each other for a few days. Hell, he even thought it was okay to straight up massacre all his prisoners as a “wedding gift” for Peach and assume it was fine. He genuinely thought she’d be cool with murder and a forced wedding despite knowing that she hates him. Bowser thought that Peach cared a little bit about him, but not at all. So what’s your opinion on Bowser’s delusions? You think Mario would be able to smack some sense into the lizard’s tiny brain?

I think he's semi-delusional. He's delusional to the extent that he lets his emotions and pride cloud his thoughts and judgement, but he's not completely off his rocker. From an outsider's perspective, Bowser did have reason to worry about Mario winning Peach's affections. For the longest time she was one of (if not the) only one of her kind in that dimension. Then, suddenly, out of the blue comes a human guy around her same age that she immediately takes under her tutelage? Given the little Bowser knows, feeling defensive and jealous isn't all that irrational.

What is irrational is how jealous Bowser got. He sent his most respected and powerful general to kill Mario, and when that general straight up killed himself up to complete his mission all Bowser could do was celebrate that Mario was... as far as he knew... out of the picture.

Then there was the way Bowser made Mario the scapegoat for his wedding's failure despite the fact that Peach's defiance had wrecked the ceremony long before Mario crashed it.

Speaking of the wedding...

I don't think Bowser believed Peach would be okay with the sacrifices. In fact, the entire thing seems to be out of spite for his bride-to-be's earlier attempts to foil him, but his mistake was thinking that he had already won. Bowser had The Mushroom Kingdom under siege and had captured the princess' allies, so now he felt free to do whatever he wanted without pushback or consequence, forgetting just how determined and resourceful the princess was.

Bowser's feelings for Peach are complicated. He knows that she hates him, and part of him likes that she hates him and enjoys their feud, but I think the part of him that craves romantic affection believes that if he chips away at her long enough she'll eventually come around and love him for his "true self."

That's never going to happen of course, not while his "true self" is the way that it is, but beyond knowing she is a beautiful and capable fighter Bowser doesn't really seem to know Peach at all despite being so smitten.

And his delusions are nuanced and based in enough reality that no beatdown in the world is going to set him straight.

[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

if ur taking request what's ur headcanon on yandere damian with cinnamon roll!reader

Yandere! Damian Wayne x Cinnamon roll! Reader

Damian Wayne x reader or Damian Wayne/reader

Yandere!Damian Wayne x reader or Yandere Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 2257 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, imprisonment, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), obsession. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.

Damian and you probably met through one of his brothers. Maybe you were a vigilante in training and they were the ones being your mentor. Or maybe you had been an old classmate of Tim’s. Whatever it was, I can imagine they introduced the two of you. Damian wouldn’t have usually walked up to someone like you, he had diluted himself into thinking he was only interested in the sarcastic and semi-stoic type of person. Yet, when he met you, the two of you just instantly clicked, like something in Damian’s life just felt right for once. 

The green-eyed man was overwhelmed with this feeling at first, being mean to you in the beginning, to cover up for the fact that he genuinely enjoyed your presence. However, when you didn’t fight back with him and instead just asked if he was doing alright, if he wanted to talk about whatever was bothering him and if there was anything you could do to cheer him up, he suddenly felt as if it was simply wrong to ever be rude to someone like you. You were just so genuine and it almost made him burst into a million pieces, he had never met someone like you. There was certainly no one like that at the League, and most others seemed to just be out for their own gains, whenever they inquired about how he felt. It was simply a fate he had resigned to, given that he was indeed Bruce Wayne’s only blood child and thus the one who would inherit the majority of his assets. 90% of the people he interacted with were all out for his wealth and fame… but not you. No, you simply cared… for some odd reason that Damian couldn’t discern.

He would certainly remain suspicious of any underlying malignant intentions to your actions, but slowly he started to feel more comfortable in your presence. You seemed to genuinely care for him… and while entirely strange to him, he ate it up. And who could blame him? It felt nice being cared for on such a profound and thorough level. There was nothing he liked more than hearing you inquire about his safety, it made him feel like he was finally being appreciated for his personality and not just for being a wealthy socialite or for being the Robin, and a damn good fighter. 

I can imagine that the two of you would spend a lot of time together after Damian came to the revelation that you were actually great company and he started to consider you a friend. He would let you pet all of his pets, from Batcow to Jerry. Heck! He’d probably sometimes just plop Alfred the cat on your lap so that you’d be forced to stay longer with him. “Come on! Y/N! You can’t just push Alfred away! Hear how he’s purring, look at how happy he is with you! It’d be a borderline crime to disturb him!” … He would definitely guilt trip you into staying. If you’re afraid of one or even all of his pets, no problem! He’d spend hours and days slowly conditioning you to the more harmless ones like Jerry and Alfred, and if you really don’t want to be near them, he can accept that… for a while, at least. Eventually, he will force you through a slow and careful conditioning process, so that you can at least be near them without feeling threatened.

Other than being with his pets. Damian would also make you sit as a model for him, using your cinnamon-roll nature to guilt you into sitting still for anywhere between half an hour to half a day just so he can get the portrait just right. Sure, he could’ve made the portrait in half of the time he keeps you there, but he enjoys your presence and this is a good way to make you stay around him for an extended period of time, without one of his brothers or his father bothering him. 

It would take him quite a while to become yandere, and even longer to fall in love with you. He is satisfied with the amount of control over you, which your personality allows him to gain. However, when it happens, it doesn’t happen separately. It happens all at once and it comes down on both of you hard. 

Perhaps, if you’re a vigilante sidekick for one of his brothers, it happens when you’re on a mission together and you end up in mortal danger. Maybe you gave the enemy a chance for redemption, which they promptly used to attack you, or perhaps it was simply an accident which landed you with a gnarly injury. If you’re not a vigilante, but rather a civilian, maybe it was simply that you were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up on the wrong end of a rogue’s weapon, making you injured. Whatever it was, it was at this point, that Damian realised that he was deeply in love with you, that he couldn’t live without your sweet words and comforting gestures. It was, however, also at this point where the green-eyed vigilante realised that he had to become more protective to protect you.

With Damian’s newfound protectiveness came a certain possessiveness as well. He would sit at your side for days at the hospital, holding your hands and cooing sweet words in your ears. When anyone outside of the medical staff showed up, however, he would turn ballistic. Especially, if it was Tim or whichever other brother who had mentored you, he blamed them for your injury and vowed to never let them near you again, just in case they hurt you. He’d try to keep these outbursts away from your line of sight, but he might slip up and do it right in front of you. In which case you may or may not scold him, if you do, he’ll pretend to take it to heart, but in reality, he’s planning on how he can get rid of whoever disturbed the two of you. In Damian’s eyes, the best way to keep you safe was to keep everyone else away from you.

When you were finally signed out of the hospital, Damian would not only pay for all bills involved, but he’d also take you to his home, rather than your own. He claimed that this was the best way to let you fully recover, as he would be available 24/7, and not only that, but Alfred would be available to do all normal chores within the manor, that you would’ve usually had to deal with yourself, like cooking and cleaning. Even if you protested, Damian would manage to convince you that it was indeed the best decision… he paid for your medical bills, after all, why don’t you just let him take care of you?!

While at the manor, Damian would be with you most of the time, except for when he’s out as Robin. As a matter of fact, if you are a civilian, this will be the point where Damian reveals his secret identity to you. He’s already sure that the two of you will marry, so why wait with the big revelation, when he can simply get it out of the way now? Obviously, this knowledge would make you trust his judgement more if you weren’t aware of it before. How could you not? This is the Robin! Crime-fighter extraordinaire! Surely, he would never want anything bad to happen to you, right? Besides, he’s also Damian, a dear friend of yours. Those two combined would probably fool you into believing his good intentions for longer.

If you’re a university student, Damian would force your teachers to either film their lectures for you or teach over the internet, lockdown-style. Yeah, as a Wayne, he has that type of power, most colleges and universities are on the Wayne’s payroll, so they often feel obliged to give in to any demand coming from the family, in fear that if they oppose, they’ll lose their funding. 

As you stay at the manor, I can imagine that you’ll be sleeping in Damian’s room, on a separate bed, next to his. Thus giving him better access to nursing you back to health. It was a pretty bad injury which you received, after all. Your placing has the added advantage(… disadvantage?), of giving you a front-row seat to watching Damian slowly bring in your stuff to his room, practically moving you in without your consent. 

Damian will slowly start to drop hints about the true romantic nature of his feelings towards you. Bringing a rose, gifting you a whole bunch of stuffed toys and practically anything else he can come up with to win your favour. He’ll constantly make small contained comments about how he adores your soft personality. It will take a while for him to build up the courage to confess to you. You’re probably almost ready to go home when he drops the, “I love you more than life itself, Y/n” bomb. 

If you accept his feelings, he’ll move you in immediately… not that there was much left in your own home anymore… but still. He would be cocky and spread the news to the entire family within the hour of your “yes”, and the entire vigilante community will be aware within the day. Yeah, he likes to brag about you. Who would have ever thought he’d be able to pull someone like you? Certainly not him! It probably wouldn’t take him too long to propose and get married to you. The Al Ghuls are known for being intense romantic partners, just look at how Talia acts with Bruce! 

If you do not accept… Oh boy! Damian will chain you to his bed with a pair of handcuffs around your ankle, the other end fastened to his bed post. He’d threaten to kill your family if you reveal your newly made prisoner status to his father, brothers or Alfred, and he is most certainly not kidding. He does blame your family for your injury as well. Why didn’t they protect you better? Especially since he found himself so capable of exactly that! You will never leave that bed for more than half an hour or when you’re eating supper with the rest of the family, not until you finally accept his feelings, at which point he’ll act as if you said “yes” in the first place.

Married life with Damian as a cinnamon roll would be delightful, even though he’s a yandere. He’d protect you at all costs. Someone was rude to you? Dead. Oh! You felt hurt by something someone said, if they’re not online, they’ll be gone within the hour. If they are online, he’d take the time to comfort you to the best of his ability… which is admittedly limited… Actually, come to think of it, I actually doubt that he’d let you have access to any online forums, at least not without his supervision. He doesn’t want you to get emotionally hurt by the anonymous pricks that could lurk there, after all. Other than that, he’d do everything to channel his soft side. Cuddles? He’ll do his best not to get restless or flinch. Cooking together? You betcha! But he will be the one handling the knives, he doesn’t want you to get hurt. Movie nights? Absolutely! You get to choose the movie, as long as it’s not a scary one which might frighten you… also, he would roll you into a blanket burrito quite often, especially when watching movies… he just really likes seeing you wrapped up in layers of soft cloth, it makes him feel comforted to see you so… safe? Also! Damian would definitely make sure that you remain healthy! At least 8 hours of sleep and a healthy diet! … The biggest downside is that you will only be interacting with Damian and maybe Dick, Bruce and Alfred… maybe Jason, but definitely not Tim. Yeah, you’ll be kept away from the paparazzi as well. They’ll know that Damian is married, but to who? They have absolutely no idea. 

In conclusion… Damian will keep you safe and sound, at all costs, your personality will be mostly to blame for this mentality of his, but it is also the thing he loves the most about you. He will kill, maim and otherwise hurt anyone who tries to get between you, even his own family. No one will ever hurt you again… because no one will ever interact with you again, except a few select people. Your family will be entirely removed from your life, Damian doesn’t consider them safe. Safety becomes Damian’s prime goal concerning you, someone so sweet and genuine should never experience the hardships of life and he will make sure that you’re protected and right within his grasp 99% of the time, excluding his nightly escapades, where he trusts Alfred to keep you safe… the man was an MI6 agent in his youth, after all. The fact of your possible imprisonment will be a secret between the two of you… and possibly Dick, who would never go against Damian’s happiness, no matter who got hurt… if you ever try to tell Bruce or anyone else, Damian will do anything to keep you and I mean anything… I wouldn’t advise telling anyone. Just keep quiet and enjoy being very safe and very loved by the one and only Damian Wayne.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.

Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it! It was a bit rushed and short since I finished this up before school, but I've honestly never written about a cinnamon roll reader before, didn't even have one in mind, (maybe with the exception of my teen titans! reader x Yan! Damian Wayne), I always try to make my readers more of a sarcastic and savvy one, but I hope this turned out okay and that you enjoy it!

[copperbadge]

(not serious, just kinda wanted to talk to someone, you can delete it if you want)

The Facts, in eight bullets:

So it was 3.30am here and I was scrolling AO3, as one does when struck by the monster known as insomnia.

My bedroom is right next to my parents', with thin insulation between the walls, and although my dad works nights, my stepmom is a day-shifter. She also has insomnia, so I do try to be quiet on long nights.

My stepmom plays shows on low volume (a horror movie tonight, judging by the screams) in order to sleep. The insulation is thin, so I can hear it. It's not always horror movies (I hated her Big Bang Theory kick), and it doesn't usually keep me awake because once I manage to fall asleep, I stay asleep, so it's fine.

I'm autistic, and when I read funny things, I get really excited and tend to vocal-stim by repeating what I'm reading. It's not usually too loud, just a closed-mouth back-of-the-throat murmur, and sometimes I giggle a little bit. Still, though, I usually leave my headphones off so I can semi-control the noise level, because I get self-conscious.

Also, my stepmom and I both consider sleep precious, so I don't like interrupting her sleep unless it's really important.

I was reading a really funny slow-burn crossover fic where the two MCs have a Miraculous Ladybug-esque love square and are currently agonizing over their seemingly-unrequited crushes.

I had my headphones on and was playing white noise, in order to drown out the sweet, dulcet, televised tones of axe murder in the next room.

I got so loud, my stepmother came to see who the hell I was talking to.

I'm not in trouble. She was awake, thankfully (unthankfully?). But I think I'll play my puzzle game for now. And maybe get a glass of water, my throat is hoarse.

So that's how my night is going, Sam. How's yours?

LOL well you sent this a while ago (sorry for the delay) but last night was my first night of three weeks without A/C -- they're doing construction on the roof where our evaps are, and had to switch them off for a few weeks -- and it wasn't awful but it certainly wasn't spectacular :P Mind you, the cats love it; I usually keep the condo around 73F in summer and now it's a toasty, mostly consistent 77F, plus it's dry because in order to keep it from getting any warmer I'm running the HVAC fan 24/7. They're very pleased by their new desert biome.

That sounds like at once both a super fun stim and also something that might be inconvenient for you at times, but I love the idea of you just reciting fanfic loud enough that your mother watching a HORROR FILM got up to see what the deal was :D

Talking of evening routines, there are a number of games/apps that I mess around with that aren't US-based or have weird evening-engagement metrics to hit, so a number of them "reset" after 7pm -- my merge-three game gives me new bonuses, Duolingo has an evening changeover where you can get extra achievements, one of my Wordle forks (Waffle) resets, etc. And I usually go to bed around 8pm. So I've taken to setting an alarm and calling 7pm the "Power Hour". But it's particularly amusing because I'll announce "POWER HOURRRRR" in an arcade-fighter/pro-wrestler voice, then immediately sit on the sofa with two cats and spend an hour playing phone games. Power Hour indeed.

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫?♡︎

Pairing(s): Jess Mariano x Afab!reader, Jess Mariano x Rory Gilmore

Summary: Jess was your escape for a long time especially with your sister being the towns golden girl but then he gets very up tight and personal about who you talk to I mean you aren’t even together. Right?

Word count: 600+

Request: PLEASEE do a jealous/possessive jess mariano imagine —anon

Warning(s): Jealousy, arguments, mention of violence, and Language

A/n:—GIFs aren’t mine— Happy Thanksgiving/Holidays! I Hope i can put out another story today based off the holiday but no promises very busy day today stay safe and eat good Writers!

Jess blocked a lot of things out of his mind that included your sister Rory Gilmore twisting her hair and batting her eyelashes at him while he worked behind the counter of his uncle’s restaurant as his eyes darted to the clock

The past four times he had looked you had at least twenty minutes until you were let out of school you were switching to Chilton soon and Jess was still trying to fighter out how to deal with the fact

He walked through the court his semi smile he didn’t realize he had on his face dropping when the sight of you and some guy talking to each other caused his jaw to clench

He walked through the court his semi smile he didn’t realize he had on his face dropping when the sight of you and some guy talking to each other caused his jaw to clench

You were handing him something a folder it looked like and before Jess could intervene the guy was already walking away giving you a wave which you returned happily a little too happy for Jess’s liking

You turned around meeting eyes with Jess before you slowly jogged over to him with a bright smile on your face before you came I to contact with his chest wrapping your arms around his waist

“That guy you were talking to, who is he?” Jess questioned interrupting you before you could even begin your sentence as you furrowed your brows retrieving your head from the comfort of his soft band Tee at the hostility in his voice and you suddenly realized how stiff he was under your touch before you dropped your arms to your sides

“He’s just a new friend, whats up with you?” You questioned your head tilted as you looked up at the brunette

“Why was he talking to you?”

“He was asking for some notes he missed Jess. Why does it matter?” You took a full step back now Jess not being the only one tense as you both stood in the middle of the court yard most students already starting their ways on their destination

“He only wants to put his grubby little hands on you like the rest of the guys in this town” Jess stated in a matter of fact tone before you scoffed turning on you heels and beginning to walk away

“You know I’m right Y/n that’s why you’re so damn mad” Jess was hot on your heels to the point you couldn’t even turn around without bumping into him

“Does he even have a girlfriend?” At that you stopped in your tracks you weren’t even together so why the hell should he even care?

“Why do you care!?” You turned around sharply and if It weren’t for Jess having a decent balance you both would’ve went tumbling over You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh but Jess was testing your patience

“Why were you so jealous when me and Shane kissed at the fair!?” He shot back at you before you could start to walk away again

“Jealous!? You don’t even exist to me!” You found yourself shouting at the brunette jabbing your a finger into his chest the townspeople sparing you both whispering glances and if he were surprised his face sure did nothing to show it

“You’re mine and you know it Y/n. If I see that punk talking to you again you won’t recognize him the next time you see him” Jess had grabbed your wrist as it thrashed against his hold not enough to hurt you but it was still firm to get his point across

“Did that make you feel better huh? Go somewhere and fuck yourself Jess.” You seethed before successfully snatching your hand away from his hold storming off

Jess decided against following you giving you a chance to clear your head before he turned on his heel walking the other way deep down you knew you both belonged to each other it was just a matter of time before you stopped denying it

[shagatron]

Celebration Feast

Summary: After butchering a walker attacking him, you expected Daryl to be grateful but this is a different kind of gratitude than you were anticipating.....

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: Smut, face-sitting, degradation, semi-public sex, non-graphic violence

They really had to stop letting their guard down, Y/N thought. You'd think we'd have been better prepared by now.

The courtyard was in chaos. The rank they had formed broke apart fairly quickly, leaving each member to fend, mostly, for themselves, scattered around the place.

Glenn and Maggie were back to back in one corner fighting off around six walkers while Rick and T-Dog battled their fair share. Y/N had just slaughtered the final walker that surrounded her when she noticed Daryl's absence.

Although the pair hadn't started off on the best terms, both possessing fiery, stubborn personalities that often pitted them against each other, they had swiftly earned one anothers respect.

For Y/N, it had been Daryl's relentlessness in their hopeless search for Sophia that swayed her. And for Daryl..... well Y/N didn't know exactly what had done it but somewhere down the line, he had stopped treating her like the enemy and more like a begrudged ally, which was something, she thought.

Whipping her head around frantically, she searched for the tall man, her eyes taking in every detail as she looked for any trace of him.

Finally, at the base of a staircase, Y/N caught sight of Daryl's trademark crossbow, strewn across the dirt floor. Running over, she immediately caught sight of him laying on his back, having been overpowered by two walkers. Must have really caught him by surprise for just the two to have overwhelmed him.

Rapidly taking action, Y/N strode over to him, immediately taking out the first bastard, tossing it aside, then grabbing second by the shoulders and stabbing it the brain, effectively splattering thick blood all over her face and upper body.

Quickly, throwing the dead walker out of the way, Y/N stood towering above Daryl's frozen body as he stared up at her with a strange expression and a glint in his eye.

"You good? Bit?", she questioned as she offered him her hand, hauling him up.

Failing to recieve an answer, Y/N shook the still motionless man, attempting to snap him out of his stupor as the fight continued to rage on around them.

"Jesus Christ, come on Daryl", hearing his name seemed to make him come to. He promptly strode over to his fallen crossbow, picked it up and without a glance backward started spearing the walkers that surrounded Rick.

With a scoff, Y/N turned her back to him and began making a dent in the hoarde that had enveloped Glenn and Maggie.

Instantly nailing two with her daggers, Y/N along with the rest of the group annihilated the rest of the herd that had managed to intrude on their camp.

As they stood in a haphazard circle, the anxious fighters checked eachother over for any potential bites or scratches, Y/N was grasped by Daryl as he examined her exposed arms.

"You gonna tell me what that was back there?", she requested, making eye contact once he had deemed her okay, a furrow between her brows.

Daryl only grunted, furthering her confusion. Right as Y/N was about to continue her interrogation she was distracted by the rest of the group trickling out from the cell block where they had remained while the threat was eliminated.

Using the distraction, Daryl snatched hold of Y/N's upper arm, pulling her toward the staircase where he'd lost his crossbow instead of the cell block that was their temporary living space.

Although Y/N did attempt to protest, all the fight had been drained from her, instead choosing to let him guide her to wherever he pleased, hoping it would get her some of the answers she'd been searching for.

What the fuck is going on with this guy. She began recognising the familiar twists and turns of the halls Daryl led her down. The laundry room.

"Come on dude, give me a hint.", Y/N pleaded.

"Shut up."

Well, then. They had finally reached the desolate laundry room when he let go of her arm. Daryl turned around to face her and his expression made her swallow nervously, as he slowly backed her into the wall, eyes staring her down.

Staring up at him Y/N opened her mouth, ready to speak, to protest when suddenly, oh. His chapped lips slammed down onto hers, their tongues wrestling for dominance as her hands travelled up his broad shoulders to wrap around his neck, holding him against her.

As the fierce kiss continued, Daryl started tearing at the shirt clinging to Y/N, seeking to expose her heaving tits. The kiss broke apart as the pair grew desperate for breath, both using the opportunity to pull at eachothers clothes frantically, Y/N feeling her underwear dampen with her growing arousal.

Pulling his vest off, it was a struggle to get rid of his stubborn shirt. The man repeatedly batted her arms out of his way as he grabbed at her tits, manipulating her sensitive nipples, forcing desperate moans from her lips.

The world rocked beneath her feet as Daryl suddenly picked Y/N up, pushing her firmly against the wall, grinding his hard cock into her most sensitive spot, leaving her wet, dripping and panting as he simultaneously sucked on her swollen nipples, pulling them between his teeth.

"What the fuck brought this on then?", she gasped out between pants.

"Was hot as shit, watching you kill that walker.", was his gruff reply as he attempted to get your jeans down.

"Seriously?", Y/N chuckled, before yelping as he bit down hard on her pulsating nipple in revenge.

"Shut the fuck up.", Well then.

She let out a high-pitched yelp, yet again as Daryl pulled her quickly down onto the cold ground, maneuvering her into a sitting position over his prominent erection.

It had been over a year since she had gotten any, so she was incredibly eager to get moving. The new position made it easier as she rose up pulling her jeans and underwear off her with ease, giving Daryl the opportunity to tug his lengthy cock out from his own underwear and jeans.

However, before Y/N could sit down on him, craving the feeling of his cock stretching her walls open, she was yanked forward so her dripping pussy was positioned directly over his open mouth.

She didn't even have a second to protest, not that she was planning on it, before he was sucking her pulsating clit into mouth, tugging on it with his teeth.

"Jesus Christ!", the words were practically ripped from her throat as the unexpected sensations coursed through her, grinding down into Daryl's face while he lay flat on his back on the concrete floor, holding his hair in a vice-grip.

"Careful", he warned, a smirk on his face as removed his lips from her, juices glistening around his mouth, trickling down his chin. "Don't want anyone thinking you're being attacked and come running in to find you grinding that pretty pussy on me, like a little whore."

A shocked moan escaped her mouth, both at his crass words and the feeling of his tongue as it flattened out and dragged a line from her clenching hole to her throbbing clit. The muscle circled her clit a few times causing her hips to jerk as she chased her impending orgasm, before trailing back down and darting in and out of her greedy hole.

Following a few deep strokes, he pulled his tongue out to lick up the wetness that had built up while he'd been occupied with her hole.

With a few harsh stripes, he lapped at her folds which elicited some stilted breaths and breathy moans from her parted lips, before returning to her sensitive clit, licking and sucking.

As she pushed her soaking pussy down, Y/N started pulling at her own nipples, squeezing her heavy tits, making her drip more into Daryl's eager mouth.

Her hips began moving quicker as the sensations in her stomach tightened, before loosening once again as he cruelly let go of her throbbing clit.

"Please, please, please, Daryl", she whined, voice ragged with pleasure, "I'm close, I'm so close."

Deciding to stop halt in his teasing, Daryl slid his tongue back down before pushing it back into Y/N's soaking hole.

He quickly pierced the opening in swift strokes, before rubbing over and over the spongy part of her inner walls, causing a groan-like scream to erupt from deep within her, yet again muffled by her hand.

She clenched on his tongue as the knot in her stomach pulled tighter and tighter, her hips pushing down harder and harder on Daryl's mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, going to cum", she breathed out, trying not to let out the scream she so desperately felt.

Upon hearing this admission, Daryl drew his tongue back up to her clit before sucking it into his mouth as hard as he possibly could, causing Y/N to slap her hand over her lips in order to quiet the wanton moan she let out as her orgasm crashed into her, the knot unravelling in seconds.

His hands clamped down on her thighs as he licked up her orgasm, not letting her up until he had his fill. Her legs were shaking by time he was finished, breaths heavy.

Slowly, Y/N lifted herself off his face, moving backward until she collapsed on his chest, staring down at Daryl's smug face.

"What the fuck was that?"

[20w14a]

Finally made a line up for these guys (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I’ll probably do more or something later but I’m still deciding on the other designs. Anyway, from left to right we have NPC Grian, Evil Xisuma, Helsknight, Worm Man, and Renbob!

[Headcanons and design notes under the cut]

NPC Grian

5′6 ft

demon? robot?? nobody knows

oldest of Grian’s robots children

although it loves messing with his creator and friends, it doesn’t mean to scare them when he suddenly appears

possessed doll vibes

patch on sweater made by Evil X

design wise I didn’t do much but I wanted to give a bit more distinction from mine by adding overalls and a sort of doll like vibe by taking inspiration from old toys like Raggedy Andy and a certain doll line I despised as a child lol

Evil Xisuma

5′8 ft with boots (without them they’re the same height as NPC Grian)

resting bitch face

lichtenberg scars sometimes appear on arms and body

long hair messy from wearing helmet

hair clips from Worm Man (idea taken from @waterfall-ambience)

unironically good friends with a lot of these guys but tends to act aloof about it for appearance sake

qpr with Worm Man

most of their design takes inspiration from the classic doom skin with a little inspiration from some fashion style and a certain clone with electric powers based on a blue fast hedgehog haha

Helsknight

5′10 ft

semi-retired champion fighter

flame is a part of him (essentially like certain demonic creatures, was debating going for a dullahan vibe because they are undead fae)

cut on mouth is from fighting

def a nerd in my head but tries not to show it (probably taught both Evil X and Worm Man tcg or something at one point)

his relationship with Evil X is funny to me, I think they’d share music tastes

his design mostly takes inspiration from knights from video games I know (ex: Julius from ender lilies, please check out that game)

Worm Man

5′10 ft (couple inches taller than both Helsknight and Zedaph)

has no superpowers; runs on perseverance and cartoon logic

sensitivity towards clothing textures, usually wears t-shirts and comfy clothes outside of hero suit (also wears glasses, check my other posts to see what I mean)

the stuff in his belt bags are mostly essential stuff like first aid equipment and leftover treats Evil Xisuma baked

qpr with Evil X

I kept Worm Man’s design the same; honestly my inspiration for his is actually from me using pink fabric as a kid for costume day funnily enough (though I will say I like to think his design is like a closet cosplay in a way with how he made it)

forgot this originally but the eye thing is more so a style choice and not part of the mask, I wanted it to have like a spiderman sort of vibe there with his expressions

Renbob

5′11 ft

originally would stop by to visit his cousin, Ren but slowly started staying more to help around the server until he later joined The Goatman with his work

werewolf cocker spaniel

freakishly strong and smart

more bite than bark than Ren if threatened, takes a lot to get him really pissed off though because of how chill he is

taken a bit of inspiration from hippie fashion for his design

[arisenreborn]

VOCATIONS - Reverie:

Archer:

It came pretty naturally to her despite her lack of memories. 

She likes being able to keep some distance to have a better view and understanding of the lay of the land/how the battle is moving.

Usually this means she's quick with an arrow to help others, but sometimes she's recklessly inclined to want to rush in and physically put herself between others.

Seems almost lucky with her archery sometimes. She has a way of making it look effortless and skillful, but actually she has no idea how she did that. 

(Comes partially from her first cycle and being taught archery by her elven father; that 'luck' is more of the elven style of 'following your heart' still leaking through.)

Thief: 

Comes very naturally to her, but she’s a little reluctant towards it in the beginning for reasons she can’t define.

She's very good at melee, but it does tend to fuel some of her less cautious inclinations - she gets very vicious and brutal, and takes more risky moves. Fortunately she also apparently has a high luck stat (usually).

I chalk it up to: her body remembers the movements, but she doesn't actually remember her thieves training, so she loses some of her subtlety.

Mage: 

This doesn’t come naturally to her at all at first, and she’s primarily taught by Rann. 

She’s not as good as him, but takes to it pretty well. Especially the levitation spell, which she uses often.

Rann subtly hoped she'd take to it more so she could find a less reckless way of assisting others, but she just prefers it when he's healing. His magick feels so much calmer and soothing.

Fighter:

There's a degree to which this suits her very well; she likes getting in there and being equipped to protect others...

But it requires slightly more patience and tactical-mindedness than she has either of.

Again, Rann taught her this - he's not really sure where he learned it either, but he at least had the basics down.

Overall she's very competent with this vocation, but better suited to others - besides, Rann cuts a much more dashing figure when he takes up the sword and shield.

Warrior:

Nope. That sword is too heavy and unwieldy to her and her thiefy build X'D

Beren taught her initially, but because he was dismissed couldn't continue - (she was secretly a little relieved.)

She tried to continue training afterwards but hated it; could never time her attacks right. Spent more time getting laid-out and taking harpy talons to the face.

She was however stubbornly resolved to keep trying, until Rann landed some puppy dog eyes on her to finally stop. ("...All right, if it's for you." - Yet she's relieved to have a good reason to give it up.)

Sorcerer:

Has an extremely high affinity for fire-based magicks.

Kind of goes into a semi-"berserk" state; she gets a bloodthirsty, nigh-mindless exhilaration from raining down so much destruction.

Honestly, it's a little intimidating to her. She'd rather not lose control of herself like that...

And Rann is so good at it anyway.

Mystic Spearhand:

Perhaps surprisingly, this didn't go very well for her... The polearm is just not very intuitive to her.

Was shown the basics by Sigurd in Melve, tried a couple of times to hone her skills in it after they parted but repeatedly found herself flummoxed.

She really likes how it looks and thinks its very cool though when she watches Sigurd - wishes Rann could pick it up.

Trickster:

Also not intuitive to her at all. It's far too hands-off for her.

There's a degree to which this illusory power seems familiar, it pulls her in... And similar to sorcerer, it unsettles her. Like she's looking too closely at something that will haunt her later.

Her and Luz tried multiple times to get it to work, and Luz believes she shows promise, but ultimately Reverie just tries to hit enemies with the censer.

Magick Archer:

It feels like it should make sense to her! It feels like it ought to come naturally, and yet she struggles with it a lot.

Tried multiple times, failed terribly multiple times.

(This was Yumé's main vocation in DD1, so I think that reflects here narratively: Reverie feels drawn to it for that reason, but she isn't Yumé anymore.)

Something started to click when she picked up Warfarer though - putting her own spin on it and learning it in her own way.

Warfarer:

Towards the end of things she started to have some worries about how well she was pulling her own weight. When she began studying under Lamond, Rann complimented her that he thought this suited her perfectly, and she took a shine to it.

Perfect for balancing out her proclivities for both assessing things from a distance and seeing who needs help where - and rushing in quickly when needed.

She primarily uses it to swap between her bow and daggers, but she keeps a magick bow on back-up to try to get more comfortable with it while also being able to rely on her more tried-and-true methods.

[usafphantom2]

We sometimes flew up the eastern coast of Russia. 🇷🇺 We went into the Sea of Okhotsk, down the west coast of the Kamchatka peninsula around its southern tip and up the east coast to photograph the important naval base at Petropavlovsk. Here MiGs often tried to intercept us, but it was otherwise barren space. Russian fighters were not much of a threat, because they probably didn’t get above 60,000ft. One time we were flying along the east Russian coast and Rich said: ‘Look out the window on the left,’ where he saw a circle of contrails. ‘They’re waiting for us.’ I watched through my viewsight and saw them peel off and climb, one by one, trying to intercept us. I saw them through my viewsight, climb towards us, then fall out of the sky. We weren’t too concerned about missile threats; our electronic jamming equipment was very effective. Air-launched missiles had to be fired at us from the front, not behind. If we turned just 10°, that screwed up the missile’s aim. Lights came on in my cockpit that showed if an aircraft was locked on to us and if it was on the right or left side of the airplane and that our jammers were working. When a SAM [Surface Air Missile] came up I had two lights, ‘M’ and ‘L.’ The M told me that their ground radar was tracking us and the L light that they had launched at us.

The 9th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing initially operated from the UK on a semi-formal basis, but Mildenhall hosted a permanent detachment (Det. 4) from 1984

SR 71 RSO, Don Emmons from KEY AERO

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[artzzyb00-27]

{❤️Brotherly Advice❤️}

Mona Lisa/Y'Gythgba is here!

Y'Gythgba. His Mona Lisa. The most beautiful and strongest woman Raph's ever met. Well lizard lady, but his opinion still stands. Despite her scaled features, Y'Gythgba has been one of the sweetest souls he and his brothers have had the pleasure of working with.

Surprisingly enough, basing their initial opinions on an alien ship that landed in the water of the Hudson without people suspecting anything. When Donnie's UFO detectors went coocoo over a giant Star Trek looking navigating system, they all immediately panicked thinking it was another Krang attack. Turns out the Salamandrians were only there to retrieve an old artifact left by there ancestors on midgard while it was still in it's early stages of evolution.

Unaware of the fact that the turtles were friends and not foes a battle broke out. Specifically between the commander and his right hand. Their advanced spears and knives surprised the brothers but they were to hold their own. For about 8 minutes. Y'Gythgba came in and swept through the quartet and dazzled the second oldest. Her style of fighting resembled Tai Chi and Kung Fu mixed together.

Efficiently sweeping the red-clad turtle off his feet. Literally and poetically. After explanations rang out she pulled them up off the floor despite the height differences and apologized profusely.

"It's alright."

"Don't worry about, I respect a well trained fighter."

"No worries girl, I'll gladly get my ass kicked by a pretty girl."

"........" The brothers turned to look at Raph who was looking,... shy?

Gaining weird expressions Y'Gythgba thought Raph was angry at her still and went up to him.

"I really am sorry, I wouldn't have attacked on impulse if I knew you were on my people's side and would get upset about it." Shit. His heart sped up. By a lot. Panicking he quickly shot down her thought process.

"No, no no no! I'm not upset! I'm actually impressed you're really strong and kick ass!" Okay now Donnie thinks he's having a stroke. Cause how the hell did Raph get his ass handed to him by someone who's a whole smaller than him(he's 7,1) and not get embarrassed when she used her tail to lift him up like a 5 pound weight.

After reassuring that they weren't here to take over Earth, the turtles returned to their home and began questioning their brother.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"What?"

"The way you got all shell-shy with that lizard lady?" Leave it to Mikey to bombshell everything. This time though, Leo would let it slide, especially when his little brother seemed to gained a puppy crush after years. The only ones they've had were on celebrities. Men and women.

"What? She's awesome. I wanna take her to Tom's, sue me." Raph gained a nervous smile but was lost in thought. Leo smirked, he's got it bad.

"Wow, you've really got a crush on this Salamandra hottie?" Raph semi-glared at his little brother who through himself on his brother with an arm over his shoulders. Whilst Donnie smacked him on the back of the head for his brother. But continued on from the comment.

"I'll admit I'm surprised she's your type. She's smaller, stronger, and a more efficient fighter than any of us." Nodding in slight agreement, Leo thought about it a little. He didn't expect Raph to like a girl Y'Gythgba. He expected someone more cutesy and human. That is till-

"Exactly! What a woman." Yup. He's gone. Well, if it was going to continue, he wanted Raph to actually know what he was doing before hand.

"Well if you want any advice-"

"Please! You and bunny boy are going strong, no? You two can help-, no offence guys." The other two siblings shrugged and walked off to do something around the lair. Mikey probably went to go find Splinter and Donnie to work on an unfinished project. Rolling his eyes, leader in blue thought fondly  of his small boyfriend. They'd been going strong for about a year and a half. So Leo became the Sudo for his younger brothers on how functional relationships work.

"Alright hold up, lemme call him." Pulling out his phone, Leo smiled into the call and asked his lover to come over. Raph found himself smiling too. Thinking it must feel nice to have someone be your outer-soul. Raph didn't like "other-half". To him personally, he was already whole, he's just adding some sprinkles to the perfect milkshake.

Ten minutes later, Usagi sped into the lair and threw himself at Leo who caught him and spun him around. Clearing his throat Raph turned their attention to him.

"Cute, but can we get back to my problem please?" Rolling their eyes they all went into Leo's room and closed the door for privacy.

"So what do you want to know?"

"Well I know how you got together, I was there." The pair smiled at the memory. These sick fucks. "But I want to know if you had plans to confess differently."

Thinking for a bit Usagi shook his head and turned to Leo. Sighing he started talking pulling Usagi closer.

"I wanted to ask him in place important to us. So first things first, form a platonic bond first. And not just one that's on and off talking. One where she becomes one of your best friends. That'll be easy seeing as you don't have many other friends to begin with." If he could, he would flip of Leo.

Usagi got the message somehow and pinched Leos' side with a smug look.

"If I hadn't been caught rambling about how hard I fell for this guy then I probably would've shown him somewhere that's important to me and confessed their. Like my hidey hole. Only Leo and Uki know where it is." That's why Leo turned off his location sometimes. Gross.

Thinking it over, Raph decided the next time he had the chance he would ask if Y'Gythgba wanted a T-phone to communicate with all of them easier. With the side intention of speaking one-on-one. Even better because the could set up private meetings easier without scouring the Hudson for an invisible ship.

So that's what he did. At least what he tried to do. When he found the ship he Y'Gythgba sitting on the edge of the ship looking out to the city. Piulling off some ninja moves(totally not to impress her) he landed next to her and sat down.

"Hi."

"Hello." She smiled. Ralph could only gaze into her eyes slightly. They were cognac brown and she had weirdly shaped pupils, but for some reason he found it cute. Made her more interesting to him.

"How you liking Earth so far?"

"It's beautiful, although I wish we didn't have to hide from most of the population."

"I hear you. Me and my brothers have to stay hidden to protect them. Sucks that they don't even know it's us and not the people who are supposed to defend them."

Tilting her head in confusion and thought she spoke again.

"That doesn't seem fair. You risk your lives for a civilization that doesn't even appreciate you."

Ralph chuckled softly. It was nice for someone other than him to be frustrated by the fact that, yeah, they risked their necks for people that would scream at the mere touch of them.

"It's not that bad. At least we get to pull pranks on people sometimes."

"Pranks?"

Light bulb. He knew how he could bond with her and show her how to relax Earth style. May Loki have mercy on Donnie's lab experiments.

[quibbs126]

Alright, this kid has been fully finished since like, Monday, I’ve just been too lazy to post him, but now I’m gonna post him, this is Black Choco Cookie

As you can see, this is yet another darklico kid. I’m sorry. But he’ll be the last one I do; I already semi had plans for him when I made Licorice Cream, it’s just that I decided to just do Licorice Cream. But then the night prior to making him, I was thinking about ideas for him and just drew this the next morning

The only other darklico kid thing I plan to do is redesign Gancao, since her look really doesn’t match her name, and it bothers me. Either that or her name changes. But fundamentally she’ll still be the same character

Anyways back to Black Choco, so with his name, he’s dark chocolate like his father. His name is just Black Choco because while he’s chocolate, he supposed to have this smell of licorice about him

Maybe he’s these chocolate licorice brownie cookies I found online that one time. But his name is still Black Choco

Anyways, let’s get into his design

So you’ll notice he looks very similar to Dark Choco except for the eyes. Well that’s because he’s the third one of these, and frankly I feel like the girls look enough like Licorice, so might as well have one of the kids be the Dark Choco clone like Dark Choco is to his own father. I think the fact he’s the third of these I’ve made is the only reason I allow him to look mostly like one parent and be the clone

But I finally gave one of them Licorice’s yellow eyes, so that’s good. I’ve been wanting one of them to have the yellow eyes and white eye lines since Gancao, it just didn’t work with her or Licorice Cream. Though I changed up the yellow slightly so that it’d work better with the white

I based Black Choco’s look off of the young design of Dark Choco in the artbook, since his sisters all look like they live in the Dark Cacao Kingdom too (the three are all supposed to exist in the same universe as siblings), and he’s supposed to want to be a fighter like his dad. Also with the brown it makes him look like the cookies I showed above. That wasn’t the intention but I like that

I think the way his hair looks was supposed to be inspired by how Licorice’s hair, like specifically in how it’s parted or something, but looking at it again I can’t really see that

I just realized the drawing I have of Black Choco here is with his gradient. I wasn’t sure if I should give him one; I did it so he’d look at least a little closer to Licorice, but I wasn’t sure it worked well. Ah well, I suppose you tell me

Anyways, so let’s get into his character

So Black Choco is a shy and a bit anxious kid, as well as someone who gets spooked easily, as shown in one of the sketches. He’s also generally quiet and soft spoken, not very capable of loud noises. But despite his timid nature, he’s a good kid who just wants to help people

He greatly admires his father, Dark Choco, and wants to be like him, which is part of the reason he wants to be a warrior. Thankfully for Black Choco, I imagine Dark Choco to be more openly affectionate than Dark Cacao was, so Black Choco isn’t gonna grow up with those same parental issues. But unfortunately, Black Choco isn’t as great with a sword and fighting, especially since he tends to accidentally drop his sword. But he does want to learn, and he tries hard to overcome this

Despite this however, he does know magic, and he’s actually very skilled at it, far more than he is at fighting. However, he chooses instead to become a warrior. Perhaps in the future, he learns to try and do both, combining his skills and becoming a warrior that uses both sword fighting skills and magic, becoming a real powerhouse

Now, as for his connection to his siblings, I’m not sure, as some of it depends on his age compared to them. I want to make Black Choco Licorice Cream’s twin, probably since I imagined Black Choco as a child and I drew Licorice Cream as one too, but also I don’t think I can really do that since Licorice Cream herself has a particularly unique origin, one that Black Choco doesn’t necessarily fit in to. Not only that, but I think I drew Licorice Cream as a child because I couldn’t figure out what to do for her other than her origin and possible connection to dark magic and the Strawberry Jam Sword. She’s technically supposed to be the older than Gancao, and I imagine Black Choco to be a child. But at the same time, I can really see Black Choco and Licorice Cream as a twin duo, and I like that concept, especially since personality wise, they’re pretty different, Licorice Cream being an extrovert while Black Choco is the introvert, for example. But it just doesn’t work with what Licorice Cream actually is

*sigh* I think I’m gonna need to do a redesign with all three of them, putting them on the same canvas and figuring out definitively what order they’re in and their ages relative to one another. Though Black Choco I don’t see changing much, he’s fine as he is

I suppose for now, Black Choco is the youngest of the three

But in any case, I think that’s it for Black Choco. To be honest, I feel like sometimes, I put too much into these characters and should just try to keep them simple, which is sort of what I tried to do with Black Choco here

But in any case, I hope you like him