#haaaa too bad

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.4k

genres: established friendship

warnings: voluntary usage of sir, desperation, gentle!dom!matt, slight blasphemy, biting, slight choking.

notes from bambi: no use of y/n, poc friendly, thank you for all the love 🎀

pt. one here, pt. three here

Immediately, his hips shuddered into yours, cock pressed solidly against your heat. A whoosh of air left his chest and traveled down the front of your body. 

“What are you doin’, hun…” he groaned, his voice desperate.

You didn't respond, your hands still burrowed in his hair. You let your tongue slip out and flick across the soft, and oh-so-sensitive expanse of skin below his ear.

Matt’s hips bucked once more, his pelvis thrusting up to your stomach. “Haaaa….” he breathed, chest beginning to heave. 

And then, many things happened all at once. Matt’s head shot up from its resting place on your shoulder, and the hand he wasn't using to support you darted up to your neck, fingers tightly wrapping around it’s front. He pulled away slightly to stare once more into your eyes, his look full of an almost-lethal desire. “Kiss me,” he said breathlessly. Your stomach flipped, and you pulled his head to yours, lips mere centimeters apart. You pressed your neck and trachea into his unmoving hand, all your pent up desperation begging, pleading for release. “It’s right there,” he murmured, his lips grazing yours as he spoke. “Kiss me.”

Your stomach dropped out of your body as a whimper of frustration slipped from your mouth, and Matt groaned, his cock twitching against your now-soaked panties. “Wanna…trying to…”

“Trying to what, sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice full of kindness in direct opposition to the cruelty of his restricting, evil hand. The one braced against your back slipped southward, toying with the lower half of your tee, coming close to touching skin but staying just out of reach. 

“Please Matty, I wanna…” you whimpered, the lack of air sensing your brain into a cool, lightheaded state of bliss.

“You wanna kiss me so bad you'll choke for it?” he finished for you. You ground your hips into his, the hardness of his cock a slight relief from the throbbing of your heat. “I think you're reading too much porn, sweet girl.”

“Hnng,” you groaned, pressing harder against his hand, lips finally drifting across his mouth, costing only the rest of your air. The contact elicited a whimper of pure filth from your throat, and Matt responded with an animalistic snarl. He yanked his hand away, shoved it into your hair, and smothered your lips in an all-encompassing kiss. 

Air flowed out from his body and into yours, life exchanged in a single moment, an apology for the lack of oxygen in the form of sacrificing his for you. Your hands clenched in his curls, and in response, his fingers dug into the back of your neck, holding you to him in a vice grip. 

You groaned into his open jaw. Matt's thighs squeezed your body, your hips rutting into his, messy, needy, soaked panties against painfully hard cock. “Fuckkkk…” he groaned, his hands slipping down to grip your shoulder blades and back. 

“Matty…nnnnghh…”

Matt broke the kiss and tucked his nose next to yours, nudging at your flushed skin like a literal animal. “You sound so pretty,” he breathed, “When you're dying for me.”

Your whimpers fell into whines, all the more dog-like in your rutting like an animal in heat, desperate for release, for friction, for-

“Am I making you tingly, baby?” Matt murmured, nosing under your jaw, flicking your skin with the tip of his devilish tongue.

You could only vocalize, pleading notes of longing rolling off of your tongue. Matt pushed your back flat onto the bed, so he leaned over you as your legs were spread around him. “Am I making your stomach feel hollow?” he asked, placing a shiver-inducing kiss on your nose. “Am I making your pussy feel empty?” 

You whined, a high-pitched noise of affirmation.

“Yeah?” Matt replied patronizingly, smiling against your t-shirt-covered chest. “Do you wanna be stuffed, pretty girl?”

“Nnnnyes, Mattyyyyy,” you moaned, bucking your needy cunt up towards his rock-hard cock.

“You just can't help it, can you…” he murmured, leaning away to look at all of you. “Such a needy girl.” Matt extended one leg towards the floor, slipping off the bed. His fingers dug underneath the hem of his sweats and he tugged them down, struggling over the bulge of his cock. You reached for your heat, slipping underneath the worn panty material, over the dusting of soft hair, towards your clit, throbbing with your frantic heartbeat. With your other hand, you tugged the hem of the t-shirt down to cover your desperation. Matt’s hurried stripping slowed to a halt. “What do you think you're doing.”

“Wanna feel goodddd,” you mewled, panting up at him, lips parted, brows tilted upwards, silently begging him to let you keep going. Your finger dipped into the cum-slick folds, garnering a coating of liquid pleasure and, moving upwards, pressed above the writhing knot of nerves, flicking back and forth, each motion a spritz of tingling pleasure. 

Matt flung his shirt off and let his sweats fall to the floor, stepping out of them as his gaze remained rocksteady on your cunt. His hand trailed over the rumpled bed covers toward your t-shirt hem. “At least let me watch, yeah?” 

You obeyed, albeit self-consciously, and let the hem slip away, revealing the rise of your stomach, the pouf of soft skin above your pussy, and the frayed edge of your underwear.

He continued undressing, watching the back of your hand rise and fall under your panties, his chest heaving with lust. Matt almost yanked his boxers away in his rush to feel your skin against his, and you saw his cock already leaking beads of desire. 

Your jaw went slack at the image before you, hand falling still as his cock overtook your mind. Pulsing veins carved rivers over his dick, rising to the lightly-tinted head, curving ever so slightly to the ceiling. His balls hung below, full and pale, the entire view covered in a soft smattering of dark, clean hair, trimmed and well-cared for.

“Awww…” Matt cooed, tilting his head deviously, talking down at you as if you were simply another dumb creature, slave to your pussy’s desires. “Can't even control yourself at the sight of cock, can you?” 

Your throat spasmed around a whimper. “That's okay, baby,” he said softly, letting his finger drift down the bridge of your nose to tap the end. “I’ll do all the thinking. You just lay there all pretty…such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”

Matt stepped closer to you, his cock hanging just out of reach in front of your lips. In a desperate attempt to make contact, your tongue tried to fill the gap between, only able to flick his salty pre-cum away from his cock-head.

“Sweet girl wants her lollipop, huh,” Matt said, his smile condescending and his tone domineering. You could see on his face that he was drinking in every moment of this, loving the control he had over you, loving the control you’d given him, burning the image before him into his brain - the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, cock-drunk without even tasting it, rubbing her sweet little cunt as he spoke so degradingly, reducing her to a sopping wet mess with just his words. Your fingers moved furiously, pathetically over your clit, unable to tear your eyes away from him. 

The soft light of his desk lamp cast deep shadows over his stomach and its dark happy trail of gently-curled hair. Matt’s lashes hung low over his irises, eyelids heavy with desire. His bottom lip stained red from how hard he’d bitten it earlier, puffy and soft…he looked like heaven and hell in living dichotomy. 

The world seemed to slow down. “Oh Matty…” you whispered.

Matt ripped his gaze from your slowed self-pleasure ritual to meet your eyes. “Yes ma'am.”

“...I’m…sorry.”

His brow furrowed. “For what, sweetheart?”

“This…it's a lot.” Your hands were now fully empty, preoccupied with nothing. 

“No, sweet girl,” Matt murmured, lifting his knee to the edge of the mattress, leaning over your body. “I…want this. I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes ma'am.” He stroked your cheek with a knuckle, and you leaned into his touch. “If you feel anything less than, fucking, I don't know, ecstasy, tell me, and I’ll stop. No matter what. I want you to feel safe, yeah?”

Nodding, you pointed at him. “You too.”

Matt chuckled softly. “Me too.”

You let your hands walk featherlight up the arms that encased you, arriving at his collarbone. “I don't think we're acting out that smut scene anymore…”

He blinked. “I forgot we were doing that.”

You began to lean away, reaching for the phone. “Well if you wanna go back to that-”

[ladykissingfish]

*Kisame walks into the hideout carrying a wet-haired Deidara in his arms*

Konan: Ohh, what’s this? Are congratulations in order?

Hidan: So the Uchiha’s sickly ass wasn’t enough for you to stick it in, huh? You had to go for blondie too?

Sasori: What’s this? Am I … am I finally free of this brat?

Itachi: I must say I’m disappointed by this turn of events … but no matter. Kakuzu, would you be interested in going on a date?

Kakuzu: Are you kidding? I’m already going broke on Hidan; you think I want to add your costly medicines to my weekly spending list?

Kisame: Ha ha, very funny, you guys. *sets Deidara down on the couch* Sasori, you’re going to want to wrap up his ankle, I’m pretty sure he sprained it. Tell them what happened, Deidara.

Deidara, mumbling: Not a big deal, hm. Just went fishing with Kisame-no-Danna.

Kisame: And?

Deidara: And .. . I hooked a really big trout. But when I was pulling it up, it wiggled off the line and got away.

Tobi: Don’t worry, Senpai! You’ll get him next time!

Kisame: Oh, that wasn’t all. Deidara?

Deidara, blushing: I took off my clothes and dove in after it, hm. But when I hit the water I landed too hard on a rock and busted my ankle. And I felt something bite my leg so I got back out. And … and there were …

Kisame: There happened to be two women picnicking nearby. Deidara didn’t see them when he jumped naked and screaming out of the water. The women went to go and get the police, and long story short, I had to talk them out of charging him with indecent exposure and lewd conduct.

Hidan, laughing: Haaaa!! Blondie you’re a fuckin’ pervert!

Konan: Oi, poor Kisame … your day was rough, huh?

Kisame: It wasn’t a total loss … *reaches into his satchel and pulls out a wrapped plate* The two women felt bad for causing a fuss, so they gave me a whole plate of fried chicken and some potato salad. Who’s hungry?!

*excited murmurs as everyone follows Kisame into the kitchen*

Sasori, to Deidara: Well, it looks like you won’t be making it in there. How about, after I wrap your ankle, I make you something for dinner? 

Deidara: Oh, Danna, that’s so sweet! You —

Sasori: How does a nice, big piece of trout sound? Maybe paired with a drink on the rocks?

Deidara:

Deidara: You’re a jerk, hm.

[earthtoharlow]

Last Part of this AU, thank you guys for loving this so much! It’s been fun!

SERIES MASTERLIST

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VOGUEMAGAZIINE

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voguemagazine: @jackharlow has found happily ever after! 

For Vogue’s April issue, Jack Harlow & Stacey James candidly open up about the good, the bad, and the beauitful parts of their whirlwind romance. “One night I asked him the dreaded question no one likes to ask, “What are we? We’re perefct for each other? Why aren’t we together?” And he was like “This really awkard. I have to go.”

Tap the link in our bio for the full profile. Photographed by @urbanwyatt 

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user: um???? 

user: please tell them this is a sick joke

druski: thanks for the invite! 🙄

user: imagine asking a guy that and he RUNS away!!

SZA: lol

user: no way, poor Y/N

user: He was just with Y/N 4 months ago!! The aduacity 

summerwalker: the nerve of men 

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: uh oh! Roommates, Y/N seemingly deactivates her Twitter and Instagram accounts after ex man Jack Harlow pops up married to mistress Stacey James, 4 months after he cheated again and begged her for forgiveness! (See previous posts)

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user: Jack has really shown his ass these past two years

user: praying for y/n cause whewwwwww

user: she needs to get over it, that man didn’t want her

user: stacey prettier anyway

user: it’s one thing to have a baby on her but to marry the bitch too??? His momma need to whoop his ass

THATGIRLSTACEY

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thatgirlstacey: happy birthday to my beautiful husband and baby daddy! You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. There’s no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Willow & I are so lucky to have you in our life

user: the best couple!

user: girl he probably cheating on you

user: goals

neelamthadhani: Aw love you guys

user: y/n better

kimkardashian: can’t wait to celebrate tonight 💋

user: why was Jack seen without his ring recently 👁️👄👁️

thatgirlstacey: not that it’s any of your business but it’s because he was getting it cleaned. Y’all y/n stans are almost as pathetic as she is

user: y/n has been off the internet for over a year now and you still talking shit??? You weird as hell

user: haaaa drag that hoe

user: you got the man, why continue to mention his ex

THESHADEROOM

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theshaderoom: whew chileee! #JackHarlow did not hold back when asked about his ex Y/N Y/L reportedly dating his very good friend, and collaborator #Drake! If you recall Harlow and Y/N were dating for 2 years before Jack cheated and had a baby with now wife, #StaceyJames. 

While on The Breakfast Club, Jack went on to say that he has no respect for women that date their ex’s friends. “I don’t want to slut shame but no self respecting woman homie hops. It’s disgusting but you know, b*tches are weird these days”

When asked if he’s spoken to Drake since the news dropped he says “No, and I really don’t have anything to say, he’s just as bad as she is. We were boys, you just don’t do that. But it’s whatever, I’m happy she’s out my hands though.”

What ya’ll think about his response, #Roomies?!

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user: oh someone needs to kicked his ass

user: what’s wrong with homie hopping? 

user: two years ago he would’ve beat someone’s ass for speaking on y/n like this

user: oh so now she’s weird because she don’t want him anymore

user: he’s right? 🤷‍♀️ 

user: why he caling her all these different types of bitches? has he lost his mind

user: he needs to watch his mouth, he know Drake got mob ties 

YOURINSTA

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yourinsta: Let’s make one thing clear. I’ll homie hop, sibling hop whatever don’t care. I’ll fuck your opps, it does not matter. Maybe they’re my soulmate and the universe brought you to me to introduce us.

Now, back to being a new mother and writing new music 💋

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user: omg!!!!

user: now how clayborn get into this

user: this is crazy but I’m so happy my queen is back

user: wait

claybornharlow: 😳😟

user: NEW MOTHER??!!!!

user: you’re a mom?!!!

SZA: I love you boo! I’m coming to visit soon, I have gifts for my god daughter 😍

user: you betta drag that wispy cloud

theestallion: HOTTIE 🥵

CHAMPAGNEPAPI

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champagnepapi: a lot of you boys wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me so don't forget to wish me a happy fathers day June 18th.

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icespice: 😍

yourinsta: papi 💋

tinashenow: sheesh

druski: I know my boy throwing up right now

NickiMinaj: look at my baby 😍😍

urbanwyatt: 🥴

Thank you to my sweet sweet anon who gave me the idea of reader going ghost and getting pregnant ;) i changed some things around tho but thank you love

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NEXT PART

[jinhua-shu]

HELPLESS, Scaramouche/Wanderer x GN!Reader

PART ONE: OVERTHINKING

PART TWO: HIS POINT OF VIEW

PART THREE: HELPLESS

PART FOUR: THE AFTER-EFFECT

PART FIVE: I.. LOVE YOU.. DUMMY

MENTIONS: @lxkeeeee , @4ngei4

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN <33]

Falling into a deep slumber after crying to yourself for hours, waking up at 12pm in a daze, as you slowly sat upright on your bed, phone in hand.

you’ve completely decided to talk to other people for awhile to distract yourself from thinking about him. you spent your time, socializing and having fun with people whom you’re not that close with, but it was quite refreshing.

8pm has struck you’re now currently in your room, texting your friends, talking about various topics.

you seemed to feel quite alright, but then.. you started remembering him. oh god, how it made you feel like you’ve wasted your time for nothing.

“ I need to talk to.. Lumine.. “ you said to yourself as you opened the chat with the mentioned girl and asked her to do a voice call with you.

“  Lu.. i feel so frustrated, i can’t get him out of my head.. “

Lumine sighed as she replies with ‘ Y/N.. do your work..’ in such a sassy voice.

“ It’s just.. i’m confused, he had shown his interest to me, we talked about the possibility of getting together and all.. but i feel like my connection with him is just crumbling down. “

Lumine rolled her eyes, ‘ Y/N.. you know it’s not healthy to obsess over something like that. heck, you and Mr. hat guy were in a Situationship. you shouldn’t fret much because you and him weren’t in a Labled relationship.’ Lumine chews loudly through her mic.

“ I know.. this situationship.. isn’t really something to fret over... but i just like-- no love him too much.. “ you sighed before crumbling down on the floor near your bed.

Lumine huffs as she ends the call, before telling Y/N to suck it up.

“ I.. have such a great best friend.. haaaa...” You huffed as you leaned on the side frame of your bed.

sighing loudly once again, feeling even more distressed, worry piling over your gut. and unnecessary thoughts swirling through your mind all out once, making you pale and want to vomit.

you want to barf out your feelings towards Scara, you want to stop worrying about him.. but you cannot, because you have fallen deeper inlove with him.

your thoughts were cut off when you’ve finally received a message from the said guy after 2 and a half days, later, scared. you waited and thought of what he had said in your chat conversation, getting curiouser and curiouser, you gave in and checked the message..

“ Hey, i have to say no. i just want us to stay friends for now. i have problems to deal with, and i don’t want you to get affected by my quote on quote moodiness. “

reading those words made your heart crumble, those words pierced your heart with a million sharp jabs. it made you feel like you forgot how to breathe, it made you.. feel helpless.

forcing a smile onto your face, you shakily typed in a response to his rejection.

“ Thank you for rejecting me.. i hope you’ll clear the problems that you have, away “

you breathed shakily, mustering up the courage to even stand up straight to lay on your bed. reaching out towards your plush.. hugging it tightly before letting out  loud huffs. you couldn’t control it anymore as tears streamed down on your face. muffled sobs can be heard outside your bedroom, as Lumine slowly backs away from your bedroom door, as she retracts her hand away from your door’s doorknob. she felt bad leaving you be.. but you need the space..

“ I’ll leave this.. one down here.. “

lumine says as she slowly lay down an item.. on the floor.

it was.. a small bell, with your Initial and scara’s initial embedded in..

a bell.. that scara was about to give to you.. to accept your feelings, but it ended up being lost. the bell.. that held Scara’s longing love.. that’s been casted away and stolen.

the bell. the symbolizes Scara’s feelings towards you, also one.. that symbolizes you to move on, once it rang. for your time with him has come to an end.

[niilue]

ok I'm going to feed you a thought that's been keeping me up at night lately. The brat jiang cheng being punished by having his dick beaten after being caught masturbating while the reader was away (traveling? on business?), but then he is caught red-handed and punished for thinking he could trick us behind our backs. (I know you love him and want to make him whimper and beg like I do)

OMFGGGGGG i love you anon! <333 this is so yummyyyy

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub jiang cheng

cw; dom reader, impact play, begging, little of humillation

jiang cheng had a terrible temper, always assertive, with anger issues and was a real jerk when he wanted to be.

but when it came to you he became the easiest and dirtiest brat you could imagine. he was always looking around for your attention, for you to grope him and make him whine.

he would whine about being number one to you in everything.

so it didn't surprise you at all to see him in his room while he masturbated like a desperate boy. he didn't seem to hide it because he thought you weren't home. and the idiot was disobeying you.

You had made it clear to him that no touching until you came home. it wasn't that hard and it was only a couple of weeks away.

"ummnh, (name), i wish you were here." you heard the man whine.

you cleared your throat and leaned back against the door frame. jiang cheng was so overcome with excitement that he hadn't noticed your presence.

when he heard you he gave a little jump and his eyes fell on you. you saw him open his mouth and whimper for ruining his orgasm. the man was completely stiff, even a little, scared?

"(n.. name), let me…"

"shut your mouth whore, what do you do when i'm not at home. did you forget what we talked about, dear?"

you slowly approached until you were close to your boy. his face was flushed, his forehead and neck damp with sweat. his clothes were torn and wrinkled as his cock stood up in the middle of his outfit.

you slowly stroked his hair, releasing it from its bun which was also a mess.

you really liked jiang cheng with his hair down.

" get down on your knees, my love." you said as you grabbed his hair tightly and threw it at your feet.

jiang cheng looked at you with pleading and teary eyes. the whole situation was difficult for him. his cock was crying, he felt ashamed and was a little afraid of what you would do to him. but that didn't stop his cock from throbbing.

you smiled mischievously and with your foot began to massage the weeping tip of your beloved.

you saw jiang bite his lips and close his eyes in a form of pure satisfaction. so dirty.

you felt the sliminess of his cock wet your foot. and this helped it slide easier all over his tip.

"what's the matter, i didn't let you cum and now you're mad at me, love?"

jiang cheng looked at you serious and through gritted teeth. his hair was streaming down his face and made him look so miserable. that's how you liked to have him.

after you were gently massaging his member without warning you slapped his cock, making it bounce.

"aaaah! fuck!"

you moved your hand down to his neck and squeezed it. "no bad words jiang cheng, this is only your fault. don't make me stop fucking you for a whole month."

the man shook his head repeatedly while you were still holding him, tears were starting to flow down from his eyes and his skin was turning red.

still holding him by the neck, you began to kiss him. feeling your boy's tongue slip into your mouth with anticipation. his lips devouring yours. with too much desperation.

while you had him like that, you took the momentum and kicked him in his balls.

"mmnhg, haaaa! (name), stop, stop, i' ll be good… i promise, i won't notdo it again…"

jiang cheng was writhing in pain and pleasure. that kick had made him liquidize pre- cum. his cock was red and so hard, just like his balls.

his whimpering and begging made you so horny. you couldn't get used to this.

you looked at his face wracked with tears and pleasure. god he was so dirty. you wanted to fuck him right there.

"i'll only stop teasing you until i want to, my love. now shut that little mouth of yours and only open it to whimper, okay?"

jiang cheng's lips were trembling. "yes, yes (name)!

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth au: whos him that papa arc is talking about? Finally some context as to WHY they're an asshole to Jaune, and is Jeanne gonna make it into the harem?

The Cold Heart Truth

Acheius: Okay… Okay… Head count… Jaune, Jeanne, Saphire, Saphron…

Juniper: Luna, Janette, Carol, Angela, Thiriana… Yeah, that’s all of them.

Luna: What’s going on mom?

Saphron: Dad’s gonna tell us why he doesn’t want, Jaune to be a, Huntsman.

Carol: Oh this should be good.

Angela: I wonder what this will be about.

Jeanne: Dad’s going to explain why he won’t let, Jaune train to become a, Huntsman.

Janette: Oh this should be good.

Jaune: It better be…

Thiriana: Okay, Dad we’re all here, explain why you won’t let, Jaune become a, Huntsman?

Acheius: …

Juniper: It’s okay, Dear, we’re all here with you.

Acheius: Okay… This happened years ago… many years ago…

Saphron: How many years ago?

Acheiss: Enough.

Saphron: That’s not a…!

Juniper: Save your questions for later, Saphron.

Saphron: Sorry.

Saphire: Go on, Dad.

Acheius: Haaa… Okay… So your mother, and I were on our way home after a trip from the hospital. Your mother was about five months pregnant at the time, we went to see how the baby was doing. The pregnancy wasn’t go that well. Not that it was bad, but it wasn’t that well…

Thiriana: What’s was wrong?

Juniper: It was my first pregnancy. We weren’t sure what would happen, so we went to the hospital to see how things were going. Everything was fine.

Saphron: I thought you had a hard time with my birth?

Juniper: Both set of the twins were harder to deal with…

Jeanne: Sorry…

Juniper: Don’t worry. Keep going, Achi.

Acheius: Well, we were on our way back with a caravan, merchants, people fleeing, Vale. And a couple of, Hunter’s. I was nervous beyond belief, I wanted to get back home as fast as I could because I was freaking out about the baby, and your mother.

Carol: Not much has changed has it?

Acheius: Ha! No, no it hasn’t… Anyway, you can all probably expect what happened��

Jaune: A Grimm attack?

Acheius: Yeah… Typical, Grimm attack… But… by the time I realized we were under attack… the cart that had been carrying us had been flipped over… and… and…

Juniper: And, I lost the baby…

Saphron: Oh gods!

Thiriana: Saphron wasn’t the first?!

Janette: W-What?!

Coral: You had a miscarriage…?!

Angela: Mom, are you okay?

Jeanne: Excuse me! I need to… Hrk?!

Saphire: Me too!

Luna: The baby…

Jaune: …

Juniper: Uhh… We’ll continue our story when your sisters come back.

Acheius: They’re taking this better than I expected…

~~~

Juniper: So… Everyone feeling better?

JS: No…

Carol: That was to be expected…

Janette: No shit! It’s not every day your mom tells you she had a miscarriage! How else did you expect them to react?!

Coral: You know that’s not what I meant, Jan!

Janette: Then why the hell are you making jokes?!

Coral: How the fuck do you expect me to take this?! Making jokes is the only way I can… I can handle… THIS?!!

Janette: Have you ever heard of a thing called timing?!

Thiriana: Enough! Enough you two… Neither of you are helping… You’re just making things worse…

Carol: Ah! S-Sorry… I didn’t mean to…

Janette: Sorry…

Jeanne: Jaune…?

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Jaune, are you okay…?

Jaune: It was a boy… Wasn’t it?

Juniper: What?

Jaune: Mom was five months pregnant; you can tell the gender of the baby by then… You don’t want me to be a, Huntsman because you’re scared. Scared because you don’t want to lose another son, aren’t you?

Acheius: Ha! Haha haaaa… You’re damn right I’m scared…

Jaune: …

Acheius: Haa… When you said you wanted to become a, Huntsman… I haven’t felt such fear before in my life… I laughed at you not because I don’t think you couldn’t be a, Huntsman, Jaune. You’re damn clever boy, more so than most people think. You would be one hell of an impressive, Huntsman. I laughed because… Because it’s a defence mechanism! I laugh when I’m scared, and when you said you wanted to be a huntsman… I’m terrified to lose another son… I… I can’t handle it… I can’t handle it again…

Luna: I’m confused… Why are you so hurt about this, Dad! Mom lost the baby not you!

Juniper: Luna!

Jaune: But, Dad couldn’t do anything.

Luna: W-What?

Jaune: Dad was with, Mom in the wagon, they didn’t even know the, Grimm was there. Dad is beating himself up because if he was outside watching out for, Grimm, instead of watching over, Mom like he did. Well… Maybe none of this would have happened. And, that’s what’s eating away at, Dad so much, isn’t it?

Acheius: Hehe… Haa… Like I said: He’s a damn clever boy… Yeah… That’s why I’m so upset… I couldn’t do anything to save my unborn son… I’m a failure…

Jeanne: For what? Y-You said it yourself there wasn’t anything you could do! Yes, you lost your first son, but you have, Jaune! You have all of us too!

Saphron: And, you’ve done a damn good job of protecting us! Yes you may have failed… But, it’s like you say: “So long as I can stand back up…”

Acheius: “Any lessoned learned is worth the price…”

Saphron: Yeah…

Jaune: …

Jaune: Dad…?

Acheius: Jaune…?

Jaune: I’m going to be a, Huntsman… No matter what you say I’m going to become a Huntsman. So… Will uou train me to become a, Huntsman. To become the, Huntsman that you needed that day. Please!

Acheius: …

Jeanne: Please, Dad?

Acheius: …

Juniper: Achi…

Acheius: …?

Juniper: He will become that, Huntsman. No matter what comes his way, he will become that, Huntsman. You know he will.

Acheius: Haaa…

Acheius: I’m going to make it hell, for both of you.

Jeanne: Oh! I’m so excited!

Jaune: Ha. Bring it old man.

Acheius: Oh, you’re gonna get it now. Come on uou two. Its time to train you into some, Hunters!

Jeanne: Whoo! Lets fucking go!

Juniper: Language young lady!

Jeanne: Sorry!

Jaune: Thanks, Dad. I’ll make you proud.

Acheius: Ha… You always have, Jaune. You always have…

///

So… Yall still angry at, Jaune’s dad for laughing now?!

Hmm?!! Hmm?!!

HMMM?!!

Seriously, it surprised me how upset you lot were. Gave me some good story idea though so… meh. Whatever.

[ofallthingsnasty]

may I ask…you to go on about crocodile’s dentist office?? omg, oral surgeon crocodile?!? wisdom tooth removal?! screaming

Haaaa, yes you may 😳 Thing is, I don't write him without the hook/prosthetic hand - and that is tricky in that field. I personally know someone who suffered an amputation injury (idk if that's the correct translation, in German it's Amputationsverletzung, so simple lol) of two distal phalanges of the left hand and he can't practice anymore. He works for a dental implant company instead - that's why I mentioned Crocodile as a sort-of businessman in the tags of that Doffy/Law dentist shitpost. But....

tags: crack treated seriously, suspend your disbelief bc we're turning baroque works into a fucking dental mill in this jdfksjsk, using the german system bc it's all i know (regarding specialist training etc)

He's a little... difficult. He may not be able to practice anymore but he didn't stomp this office out of the ground only to hand it to some greenhorn surgeon with a fresh-off-the-press certificate - after all, he still has the license. He still has that knowledge and experience - and he knows how valuable all of that is. No, he's smart about it: hires a capable team of dentists, oral and oms surgeons - and retains the status of 'boss', expands what he already has and pretty much doubles down on work, only this time around it's more behind the scenes. Oversees procedures, advises his employees, does a whole lot of paperwork (and tax evasion), keeps the place extremely well-running and profitable. His business strategy is to cover all dental fields with his operation, so people can have a one-stop shop for everything they could ever get done... orally. Robin is the newest addition to his little roundelay - she's an oral surgeon, yes, but she has just finished her training. She has learned an awful lot during those four years of postgraduate training, but she still lacks a lot of finesse that comes with age and experience. She's one Crocodile's top-earners and he hovers an awful lot - guiding her, monitoring her surgeries, trying to help her get better - and most importantly, faster. (If you were to ask Robin - it's almost stifling but she appreciates the effort) So when you come in, an uncomfortable case of denitio difficilis with one of your lower wisdom teeth terribly close to the inferior alveolar nerve, of course he'll hold his head right into your mouth next to Robin's. He's intimdating, that's for sure - you had expected the very clinical young woman with the prim hair and cool smile coming in on her own. But there he is, right next to her: taller than average, tired but observant eyes, dressed entirely in white scrubs, with a tilt of his head that just screams 'in charge'. One look at him and you just know he doesn't joke around. You can't glean if his presence means good or bad news - and you don't care, you're in too much pain. In the end, he does very little - him and Robin lord over you from up above, that clinical light shining around their heads like a halo while you sweat and cramp and shake on the chair, the bitter taste of anesthesia on your tongue and the cracking of your own bone in your ears. He mutters instructions to her while she performs a coronectomy on you, holds your tongue to the side with the surgical hook, tells you to 'open' and not much more. It isn't easy - the anesthesia doesn't work well due to the inflammation in the area and the pain mixed with your own anxiety has you crying fat tears while the two labor - but you somehow survive it. Robin delicately weaves her stitches into your flesh and crinkles her eyes at your perseverance, just a tad out of breath. Crocodile leaves the second she's tied her last knot, not even telling you goodbye - you pay him no mind, you're just glad you're finally done with this torture. All that's left is to get the time slot for a follow-up appointment. You shuffle back to the front desk, to the skittish man sitting behind a computer, and slur out your request, tongue still numb and jaw sore. He pulls up your digital file - and almost falls off his chair. You don't quite understand what the ruckus is all about until he tells you you're no longer Robin's patient, at least not when it comes to consultations, that you'll be seeing the boss himself next time around. (And a few days later you get to brave the presence of Crocodile all on your own while he takes a long and proper look at the state of your wound.)

[jawllines]

YES YES AND YES AGAIN TO BALERINARRY SUFFERING, LIKE IT WOULD BE SO HOT IF HE WANTS HER SO BAD THAT HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF ANYMORE !!! like omg omggg……like imagine him wanting to touch her and be near her so bad but at the same time he is so annoyed with himself for wanting her so much because duuuh he is supposed to keep up the whole hating her thing, so he is just internally screaming because he just haaaas to fuck her and touch her and gets possesive because he doesn’t want anyone else to touch her but him, so he acts all weird when/if other guys talks to her for too long or stares at her or approaches her he gets jealous so he tries to interfere or do something about it cuz he is just so down bad for her even tho he hates her guts but he just wants her so bad that he doesn’t even care he just acts without thinking even tho he knows its weird cuz like hellooo, hes supposed to hate her right?? LIKEEE PLZ SNEAK SOMETHING IN THERE ABOUT HIM BEING JEALOUS OR POSSESIVE !! like maybe a situation at a party or in class or anywhere else lol. Just an idea for part 2 or other parts !!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗

YES WE LOVE A JEALOUS HARRY I WILL MAKE SURE TO ADD IT IN THERE!! IM ALWAYS KEEN ON ENEMIES TO LOVERS WHERE HE'S OBSESSED AND HATES THAT HE'S OBSESSED BUT IS STILL VERY GOOEY TOWARD THEM

[jessysapphireblue]

One Piece Advent Calender Door 5

Today awaits you some time with the simp and cook, Sanji!

Door 5: Tinsel or rather socks

Coming back from the Town with bags in arms, you went straight to the kitchen, to see Sanji occupying the table. “Perhaps I should evade the Kitchen. I´m back, Sanji” “Goddess~~~ welcome back! What did you got there?” “Ingredients for cooking. You know, Christmas cookies and stuff” “CAN I HELP YOU WITH IT~~~~”, Sanji began to swoon around you, as you heard the soft >Mellorine< around you. “Oh why yes, when you are there when I bake, certainly”

“Ah, my beloved Goddess! You warm this poor mans heart up like no tomorrow!!!” A short laughter passed your lips. “Oh why thank you...say, where can I store these up so-” “Oh why, certainly! I already prepared” You followed him into the cooking area to a little cabinet, where your name was written on. “Your own special little baking cabinet~” “Oh, Sanji. How kind of you”, hugging the blond cook, he melted in your embrace. “Thank you”, pressing a fleeting kiss on his cheek, you began to store your stuff away as you heard a thumb. Turning around, Sanji lay flat on the tiles, no emotions-whatsoever.

“oops”, you smiled wryly before “Sanji what is with all this stuff on the table?” “Oh, I deciaded to make some decorations!”, he smiled at you, jumping up. “Did you also-” “Not really. But I remember my Mom made me a Christmas stocking. For Reiju also. So I wanted to make one for all of us” “Aww, that is so sweet! Do you need some help`?” “Yeah”, he smiled and the both of you sat down. “Oh, would you like some hot tea?” “Uh, yes please” “Coming, my beloved~~~”, Sanji swooned back to the kitchen. You looked at the half-sewn orange sock. “You can sew?” “Oh why yes! My Mom taught it to me...well a little. The rest did the old Geezer. Here you go, Madmoiselle~”, he presented you the tea. “Thank you kindly, Sanji.” Taking a sip you looked at the different fabrics. “You already have each name pinned on the colors?” “Yes. Oh. What would you like? I wasn´t sure on either a pretty blue, an innocent white or gold for the goddess you are~~” “Well, my color is a gentle sky blue” “But while doing your magic you look so graceful and elegant like a white rose~” “Now don´t make this harder for me”, you looked at him with a soft pout. He smiled softly at you. “I take the blue one. but we could use the white to make a border around the sock” “Oh! A nice idea!” “Right?”

And so you began to draw the socks and cut them neatly out while Sanji sewed them together. “I wish I could help you with it but I´m too bad at sewing” “Oh, Don´t worry~ You did plenty by drawing and cutting it for me” A little sigh escaped you before you played with your finger as Needle and thread came together, moving your finger in the air as the needle began to stitch, making you smile and soon, it was done. “My Goddess, what did you do?” “Tadaa~ I gave it the last touch on giving each border a name”, smiling you held one out with Luffy´s name on it. “So neat and pretty” “Thank you”

“Why did this rubber idiot get you?! What did he do to deserve such a golden girlfriend?! Such a sweetheart!”, he began to sob. “Aww, Sanji, heads up. There is a woman in the world for you. And for you all alone! You will meet her. You deserve happiness” Big puppy eyes looked at you. “And if you really like one, please, just be yourself. She will love every side of you” “YOU ARE A GODDESS!!”, he shouted. “How can someone be so sweet and kind and gentle, yet so powerful and haaaa~~”, he began to swoon. “sanji, the socks” “Oh, sorry sorry”, he smiled and went back to sewing.

Soon, you had 11 stockings, each in their own color and with their names. “Uh! They look nice” “Thank you again for helping me, Madmoiselle~”, Sanji took your hand and kissed it softly, making you smile softly. “Sanji, it was my pleasure”, walking to the door, you just stepped a foot outside. “Oh, Sanji?” “Yes?” “Come here for a sec” he directly came over. “What is it?” You pointed to the misteltoe.

A huge blush came over the cook, swallowing. “W-Whoa h-hey ok, ok! Sanji, cool. Be cool”, he breathed out and you gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “Keep it ”, you whispered, leaving the wide eyed cook back in the kitchen before you heard a lout thumb, again.

He fainted.

[always-andromeda]

Congrats on 500!!!! 👏🎉 🎉🎉 I know this is a really common trope for Pierre (from what I've seen) but arranged marriage + Fool for Love??

Author’s Note | thank you for this anon! I too am kind of into the arranged marriage trope but haaaa I am SO down bad for the childhood friends trope and I'm using this to channel both tropes. anyhoo, thank you for the request, mwah mwah mwah!!

Your future was always planned out for you. There was no say. No chance to truly protest. Someday you'd marry a man and he'd be the rest of your life. You'd give him children, all of your money, and every part of your soul. And for what? For some ridiculous social hierarchy that you had no desire to follow?

The prospect jaded you early on. By the time you were a teenager, you knew that before too long, your life would no longer be yours. As if it ever really was.

"Can't you just tell him no?"

You gawked at Pierre, "What do you mean tell him no?"

He returned his own owlish stare behind those spectacles of his. "Reason says that you should be allowed to choose who you'll marry. Because what if you don't love him?"

Laughter bubbles up bitterly in your throat. As much as you adored your sweetest Pierre, he always had the most radical ideas. The kinds that would surely make your own father chuckle and chastise the boy. 

"I suppose choice would be nice. Unfortunately, love doesn't quite matter nearly as much as money does."

Pierre swallows thickly before scrunching his nose to readjust his glasses. You can practically see the stars shining in his eyes in the nighttime glow. It wasn't very often that you'd get these moments with him. With both of you getting older, it was beginning to become improper for you two to be left alone. But he'd be going away soon. And he'd be gone for a long time. So the powers that be saw it fit to be a little more lenient on the time you spent together.

He breaks the silence, "If I were to marry you, I'd let you do whatever you pleased. We would go anywhere you wanted. We could do anything you wanted. I'd--" he cuts himself off. I'd love you. That's what he wanted to say more than anything.

You don't speak for a few seconds. There's no rationality in the thought. Though he might be the favorite of the Bezukhov bastards, he's still just that; a bastard. Pierre's words would no doubt send your father into an early grave. But the idea pulls at your heartstrings. And right as you feel it tear into you, you decide you must put a stopper on these fantastical ideas.

"Don't be so silly," you say in a small voice.

Pierre's brows lower and his voice raises, "Is the suggestion really that ridiculous?"

"When you're trapped in the position that I am in, yes. Unfortunately, some of us can't afford to give into childish whims." You spit.

His temper flares quickly, "I'm sorry but that doesn't sound so childish to me. If anything, it sounds--"

You interrupt him, "Romantic? Like a fantasy? Like a dream come true?"

Pierre falters for an answer. "S-something like that..."

"But that's the problem. I can't afford to live in dreamland, Pierre." Your voice breaks when uttering his name. "When I marry, it will not be for love. It can't be. No matter what you think of me, all I am is a bargaining chip for economic gain. So don't try to convince me that I have a choice. You might have the freedom to choose where you go and what you do...but I mostly certainly can't. And to try and make me believe that I could is awfully cruel of you."

He sits with your words as they become a heavy lump in his stomach. Deep down, he knows that you are right. As unaware as he can be about these unspoken rules, he's acutely aware of this boundary. Because even if you were given the freedom to choose, you most certainly wouldn't be allowed to choose him. It's a pipe dream for both of you.

The frustration douses itself almost as quickly as it had started. Pierre sighs, "You're right...I'm sorry. Truly I am. I didn't mean to upset you-- I only meant to...to comfort you."

You can't stay mad at Pierre too long. Not when he gives you those wide, doe eyes and you can sense the regret in how tense he's become.

"I know." you state simply before your tone softens, "Whoever has the privilege to marry you someday...will be the luckiest person alive, Pierre. Don't doubt that for a second."

And though the thought of him marrying anyone else makes the breath hitch in his lungs, he chokes down the emotion. He tries to focus on his future. Because at least in France he won't have to worry about you and your future and how he fits into it. He'll still find some way to worry, of course. But it'll be easier to get by when he's studying.

When he goes away, you stave off the melancholy that comes with it for as long as you possibly can. There's simply no room for you to put stock on a childhood crush. Because of course you only realize now that that's what he was to you. But that's the past. All of the precious memories of a boy who would take you away with him in a heartbeat slowly fade away. Only to return when the quiet of nightfall becomes particularly cruel or you catch the smell of worn parchment and dusty leather from an old book.

By the time your father tells you that you're being married off years and years later, you're practically numb to the sound. The details of the marriage are all white noise. What's the point in listening? It's not like your fate would change if you didn't cooperate. No, your form of protest comes in the form of silence; of an unflinching countenance as your father tells you that the man you're meant to marry is coming for dinner and that you are to conduct yourself with grace and dignity.

If grace and dignity is what he wanted, it's what he'd get. You decide that you won't be showing your future husband an ounce of joy when you see him. You'll show him early on that he might get everything you have, but he'll never get your respect. He'll never get your love.

But the second you see him, it's all over. He's taller. Much taller. And his face has gotten fuller and the shape of his spectacles have changed. Yet, the eyes looking through them are just as adoring and boyish as you remember. And he's still got that awkward hunch that shows how uncomfortable he is with all of the grandeur. Despite all the time that has passed, he's still your Pierre.

Except now you call him Count Bezukhov. And when you shake his hand, you can feel how he trembles.

Your father leaves you with Pierre, mumbling something about how he must check to see if the dining room is prepared for dinner. The second he disappears from view, you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging Pierre into a crushing embrace. The warmth of his full stature engulfs you all at once.

"Oh, my dearest Pierre...how I've missed you so much..." you sob unapologetically. You pull back quickly, already sniffling. "Let me look at you."

Hands cupping his cheeks, you can finally see the dimples highlighting his small smile and the slight wrinkle of his upturned brow.

As you stroke his cheek tenderly with your thumb, all you can manage to say is, "You've grown so much."

You feel ridiculous, letting yourself express all of the feelings that have been pent up inside of you for years. Flames that couldn't be stifled by time and distance. Flames that still lingered long after he left. He's a burst of oxygen, breathing them back to life as you kiss him before a single word can leave his mouth. You hum desperately against his lips, as if he's a figment of your imagination that you're struggling to keep in your grasp.

Pierre's cheeks flush immediately at the contact. He can hardly keep up with you. With your chest pressed to his, his heart thumps so loud he's almost certain you can hear it. His knees wobble as chills run up his spine. When the idea of marrying you had first been proposed to him, he'd been nervous to accept. What if your mind had changed? He couldn't have ever anticipated you accepting him so readily.

He breaks the kiss first. Partially because he'd run out of breath but also because he had to study you. His eyes skim over your features. How you're so far from the girl he'd dreamt about. How the women he'd known in Paris never stood a chance when compared to you. They never cared for him. Not the way you did.

For a few seconds, he struggles to catch his breath before finally speaking, "I promised you that if I married you, I'd do anything for you. I'd love you for the rest of my life. If you'd allow it."

As his large hand goes to cradle your cheek, you lean into it. His touch inspires sparks in your belly when you realize that you'll get to feel his touch every day for years to come. Forever.

"Of course I'll allow it, Pierre. You were always my most wonderful dream." you whisper. His smile grows and the creases beside his eyes become deeper as he pulls you in for one more fervent kiss. This one is languid, expressing all of the want that had been left to suffer in silence for far too long. Because suddenly, you now have all of the time in the world to believe in romance, fantasy, and the dream.

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 119 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: Kono Oto Tomare! - Chapter 119 - Page 1 / Raw | Sen Manga

Page 1

Chapter Title: Beyond the detour

Yocchan-sensei: Good job, everyone!

Asano: Yocchan! How was it!

Yocchan-sensei: Do you really need to ask?

Yocchan-sensei: it was "beyond perfect"

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Tsutsumin: It's your win

Ousuke: !

Tsutsumin: The bet

Tsutsumin: ...As you said, Meiryo was in peak condition

Tsutsumin: And was able to deliver a perfect performance

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Tsutsumin: I'm sorry.

Tsutsumin: I made wrong assumptions and took them out on you

Tsutsumin: ...Sorry

Page 4

Ousuke: Aww Tsutsumin you are making me blush. Kya

Tsutsumin: Acting like that when someone is seriously apologizing

Ousuke: Sorry, sorry

Ousuke: But hey, since I won the bet that means you have to do whatever I ask, right?

Ousuke: Right?

Ousuke: That's what we agreed to, right?

Tsutsumin: ...Wha-

Tsutsumin: What is it that you want? Are you maybe going to ask me to leave the clu-

Page 5

Ousuke: From now on, please do not ignore me

Ousuke: Just like any other person, being treated as if I'm not there makes me sad.

Tsutsumin: No way

Tsutsumin: He just wanted to ask that

Organizer: You over there! Don't lag behind!

Tsutsumin: !

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Tsutsumin: -------- ...Let's go, Kiryuu

Sane: Woaaaaaaaaah

Page 7

Sane: That was insaaaaaane----

Mittsu: That was soooo cooool

Kota: My heart is still racing---

Chika: Wow, this is, how to put it

Takezou: Like just hearing it was so fun!

Chika: That!

Page 8

Hiro: Why are you guys acting that impressed!? Do I need to mention that these are our rivals!? Why are you so happy!?

Takezou: Sorry, but is just that when I heard their performance just now

Takezou: I just couldn't help myself

Takezou: Because surely every one of us

Takezou: Went through many things

Takezou: And feelings to reach this place

Page 9

Takezou: When I thought that, it just made me kind of happy. Hehe

Sfx: Do-ki

Background: Admiration

Hiro: You- you are right

Chika: They are our rivals, but they also kinda feel like our partners!

Sane: More like comrades, no?

Sfx: Yeah Yeah!

Mittsu: Ah, this is bad. When I think about it, tears come to my eyes

Kota: Crying

Natsu: ...

Keishi: Yup Yup

Akira: Fu fu

Page 10

Tsukaji: Haaaa--- Meiryou was just flawless. So this is how it's going to be

Komaki: 'This'?

Tsukaji: Meiryou used to play very way too primer and proper. No matter what they did, they could not catch up to the prodigy of Ichiei

Tsukaji: But that doesn't mean that they had to change their approach drastically. They have pushed their strengths to the limit

Tsukaji: As a result, they splendidly exceeded the essence of just being "Prime and proper"

Tsukaji: To be able to look at oneself so objectively

Tsukaji: Is a talent in itself

Tsukaji: I am impressed.

Page 11

Tsukaji: If last year's Meiryo had been able to perform like this...

Tsukaji: The final result might have been different

Chibana Student 2: Meiryo... Was kinda amazing

Chibana Student 3: Hey, last year they were already really good, but they have taken another step---

Tomoe: Is not that impressive

Tomoe: The song is very fun by itself, so is very listenable

Page 12

Chibana Student 1: Is very lame of you to say that, Tomoe

Tomoe: Wha-

Chibana Student 1: No matter how you slice it, it was an amazing performance. Although is frustrating to admit it.

Tomoe: Admitting that is no better than losing!

Chibana Student 1: If we don't admit it, we have already lost

Tomoe: ...That dude in Meiryo. Have you forgotten that he made fun of us with Tokise?

Chibana Student 1: That has nothing to do with their performance

Tomoe: There is!!

Page 13

Tomoe: A performance is like a mirror that reflects the person themself.

Tomoe: There is no way I would like a performance like that!

Chibana Student 1: The point is that she hates that guy, so she can't approve of their performance

Chibana Student 4: Now now, does it really matter? If Meiryo's performance was amazing or not

Chibana Student 4: It will be fine as long as Chibana tops it.

Page 14

Chika: ----Next is the Kanagawa Collective Team

Chika: Looking at the names of the performers, I can't find that guy from Hokuto

Satowa: That guy?

Chika: Yeah, you know. The one who played in the middle. He had a very messed up sense of personal distance----

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Mio: You mean me?

Chika:AERGHOAEBGOEBGOEBGOAWNBGOIUWHFENONBGEABGBEGNJOAENGBJEJBANGOANAENO!!!!!

Mio: Huhu. Long time no see

Taishin: Hey, Kanzaki---! Don't just go off by yours...

Taishin: ! The guys from Tokise!

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Kota: Waaa-- Is Taishin-sensei! Long time no see!!

Taishin: Long time no see! How have you all been!

Kota: Good--!

Suzuka: Thank you for your help with that verse

Taishin: No, not at all. I'm grateful for the opportunity to dive into it

Mio: I heard from sensei

Mio: That the song you are playing this time is super fun

Mio: I can't wait... Fufufu

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Mio: Ufufufufu

Chika: Thanks for that...

Chika: But hey, aren't you with the collective team?

Mio: I'm not

Chika: Incredible, even when you are so good?

Taishin: Their participation is voluntary, so only those who want to play go.

Chika: ! So it's like that

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Himesaka Students: -----Eh, the... Kanagawa Collective Team?

Himesaka Advisor: That's right. Our school was also approached asking about it.

Himesaka Advisor: Our school was never granted participation in such a way.

Himesaka Advisor: My intention was to reject the invitation but

Himesaka Advisor: I wanted to hear your opinion as well

Wakaba: I am not interested

Wakaba: Rather than spending time on the Collective Team's performance, I would instead start practicing for the next preliminaries

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Himesaka Student 1: She has a point

Himesaka Student 2: Yeah, she is right

Himesaka Student 3: If Himesaka is not participating, there's really no point in going

Himesaka Advisor: I see. I will reject the proposal then--

Rui: Ex- Excuse me!

Rui: I want to go!!

Himesaka Student 4: Rui!?

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Rui: With Hozumi!!!

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Rui: Is true that we won't be on the stage as Himesaka

Rui: Our performance won't be judged either

Rui: Even knowing that I

Rui: I want to go with Hozumi

Rui: to play at the Nationals!!

Rui [Memory]: ----Hozumi

Rui [Memory]: ----Hozumi

Page 23

Rui[Memory]: Don't sit on your hands

Rui[Memory]: We are going together to Nationals

Hozumi: ----...Yeah...

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Hozumi: I will go as well

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*No text*

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*No text*

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Hiro[thoughts]: Woah, amazing... so pretty--

Satowa[thoughts]: This is very different from the impression that Himesaka and Hokuto gave

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Hozumi[Memory]: Thank you for working so hard

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Tokise: Waaaah

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*No text*

Page 31

Chika: This is very nice

Chika: Music can take so many shapes, and they are all good.

Takezou: That is true

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Akari: U-

Akari: OOOOOOOOOO

Sfx: Clap clap clap clap

Akari: For real? Are you for real?

Akari: Isn't this sick?

Akari: The Collective Team is really not gonna get judged?

Akari: Even with this quality!?

Akari: Woaaah, as expected, Nationals are an amazing place

Sentarou: Is ok to be impressed but you haven't forgotten our objective, right?

Akari: Fir-

Akari: First place...

Sentarou: Why are you averting your eyes!? And your voice is too quiet!!

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Sentarou: Don't tell me you just came here to get scared...?

Akari: Ugh

Akari: Well, of course I'm gonna get scared.

Akari: Everyone's level is incredibly high!

Akari: Miya-senpai and Haru-senpai, you both already have the level to be at the Nationals but...

Akari: I'm not there just yet

Akari: Eh, well that

Akari: Am I not kind of out of place?

Akari: I'm the only one that...

Akari: Eh... Uwaah

Akari: Once you realize it, is very embarrassing...

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Sfx: Bonk

Akari: Ouch

Akari: What are you doing

Sentarou: Shut up! Don't be sputtering such useless things at this point!

Sentarou: If I thought you were like that, I wouldn't have brought you here, idiot

Akari: Senpaaai...

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Akari: You are tiny, but you are really a man

Haru: That's Sen-chan for you

Sentarou: You guys are talking too much!!

Eidai Advisor: Children

Eidai Advisor: Is time for us to go prepare

Haru: Eh

Haru: Oh that's right. It was right after the Kanagawa Collective Team performance finished

Sentarou: Aight let's go!!

Akari: Woawoawoa my heart's not ready

Chika[thoughts]: Hm? That guy---...

Chika: ...Break a leg

Side text: There are no rivals... Just allies----.

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue in the next issue---

[asknarashikari]

---Keiwa was forcibly entered into the main Rider's chat, and coincidentally, Houtaro was kicked out of it...---

Emu: Hello, Keiwa-kun, looks like you're the visitor for the day in this chat.

Keiwa: Hojo-sensei!

Keiwa: This always happens a lot huh?

Shinnosuke: Pretty much. Just expect something to come at anyone's expense, either yours or someone you know.

Shoutaro: Especially from the Pink menace himself.

Tsukasa: Its Magenta! Ma-gen-ta!

Haruto: Oh shut up, its been pink, always.

Tsukasa: Now that I have everyone's attention...

Tsukasa: Tycoon.

Shinnosuke: Oh boy.

Keiwa: Please don't let it be bad...

Tsukasa: It's a good thing you didn't end up in this position when you got kidnapped huh?

Eiji: Oi! Decade!

Emu: Di-kei-do.

Emu: I hope you remember, Houtaro-kun is in this chat.

Daiki: Natsumi here, I used Daiki's credentials to kick Hotarou out of this group chat temporarily.

Daiki: Tsukasa, If I wasn't busy patching up Yuusuke now, you would have been in a keeling 20times over with my family's secret technique.

Tsukasa: Thank you, Natsumikan.

Tsukasa: Besides, Tycoon's censoring code should work and not let Gotchard catch wind of this conversation

ikki: Keiwa?

Keiwa: ... *blushes in embarrassment*

Ace: Tycoon, what happened.

Tsukasa: Oh my Gaim!

Keiwa: I woke up when they were arguing how to keep me captive...

Keiwa: Aah mou! I'm not answering that question, I was fine when I forgot all about that time in my life!

Tsukasa: Oh, this is golden! Let's add in someone here.

Michinaga: What?

Tsukasa: Buffa, did you or did you not argue whether to put Tycoon in this situation?

Michinaga: Haaaa?!

Ace: Buffa, answer the question.

Michinaga: We argued, Nadge Sparrow and Archimedel wanted to use him for Jamato experiments.

Michinaga: Beroba wanted to put him on display while everyone else fought.

Ace: And you?

Michinaga: I didn't vote for either of them.

Michinaga: Archimedel and Nadge-Sparrow could've used the blood that Tycoon spilled after he got defeated by the submerging Jamato.

Michinaga: It'd be too much work to display him like a trophy so I voted to put him in a cage.

Ace: How pretty logical.

Tsukasa: thank you for your input, Buffa.

Tsukasa: What do you think, Hakubi...

Sara: Excuse me, while I buy a bow and arrow to shoot some birds, maybe even some bulls.

Keiwa: Nee-chan?

Ikki: Keiwa?

Ace: Probably trying to convince Sara-san not to go through with the her plans.

Emu: it makes sense.

Ryotaro: I kept silent because I think Keiwa-kun can handle this, but as family, I do not like what you did to him, Tsukasa-san.

Wataru: Right, your sister married into the Sakurais... even if it was undone.

Ryotaro: I do not appreciate an attack on my family like that, Tsukasa-san.

Tsukasa: I wasn't attacking your family, Den-O.

Tsukasa: I was simply pointing out how lucky he was for not ending up like OOO in that TV special they made awhile back.

Keiwa:...

Keiwa: Onore Dickeido! I was fine forgetting everything that happened.

Keiwa: And you just had to wrestle those memories to the surface!

Keiwa: What's worse is that you involved my sister in this.

Keiwa: Listen here you pompous pink-clad menace, and listen closely.

Keiwa: If you take jabs at my expense, and involve my sister in them, you better pray to Gaim to Geats to Saber that I don't grab your pink camera, that you are too incompetent to operate and slice it to pieces and force feed them to your mouth wide open and then unravel your films and wrap them around your neck.

Emu: ...

Touma: ...

Shinnosuke: ...

Ryotaro: ...

Wataru: ...

Ikki: ...

Ace: ...

Ace: I'm getting the feeling that you held back in our fight, Tycoon.

Keiwa: What do you think, Ace? I had my sword sheathed after getting it the second time.

Emu: Onore Dickeido!

Shinji: Onore Dickeido!

Shinnosuke: Onore Dickeido!

----

Took inspiration from akrikaiandhyotei/franzfran's threat that Aruto made for Rider Group Chat Misadventures.

...It's always the quiet ones indeed

[niilue]

female with: yuri (spyxfamily)

prompt: 7

content warning: overstimulation, pet-play, dumbification

‧₊˚ ⊹ sub yuri x fem! dom reader

prompt: "loud and intense sex. people listen to them "

cw; drabble, dom reader,fem reader, pet play, overstim, dumbification, noisy yuri. pegging words: 589

"shut up yuri, damn it." you grumbled as you watched the black -haired man whimper as he moved on top of you. he said it bothered him but he had been begging you to fuck him for a while.

"don't be mean (name), i can't help it, it's m- hgn- too big."

"aahg, you know what, get off yuri. now." you demanded and left him lying on the floor.

"get on all fours yuri."

you saw him look at you dumbfounded for a moment but when he saw your serious face he blushed and did it without any complaints.

you raised your foot and slowly tapped his bare chest. you massaged his skin with your foot and moved down to his crotch.

you massaged him a little, bumping his balls and making him grunt. he was sensitive and i think he was afraid you were going to kick him.

you raised an eyebrow and massaged his hard member as best you could, tapping and touching his tip.

"haaaa! hmmp!" he cried out as you hit his base harder and watched him cum all over your foot.

"ewwwww yuri!, you cum all over my foot...:

"bad boy, now you'll see." you said and reached for a chain and necklace. yuri's favorite toy. the base of the necklace was red and the chain was long enough to keep him under control.

you tapped on the bed to get him to come closer. "crawl doggie." you said looking at yuri's humiliated face and being amused by this.

so he did and when he got to you you put the collar on him. you tugged on it, testing to make sure everything was working.

you massaged yuri's hair like all the good doggy he was. you still looked at his hard cock and thought that more stimulation was what he needed.

you told him to lie down on the pillows on his back and lift his ass up for you.

"that's nice yuri, that's the way i like it." you said massaging his ass down to his balls and cock. you touched and masturbated his sensitive part while you were going inside him.

yuri complained that you shouldn't do it too hard or you would leave marks, but you didn't really care, so you started to fuck him.

"hmmmng! (name), nnhg! it hurts, it hurts." he moaned trying to get your hands off his member but you only accelerated your movements on his ass making him faint from the pleasure.

he had cum again. what a sensitive boy. awww.

"aww look yuri, you're still like that after cumming twice, you bad puppy." you said playfully.

you were still watching his ass bouncing on you. taking you in and when you felt it was going to fall off you grabbed it by the collar, digging in deeper making yuri scream.

"(name), i think people can, aahg! nnngh!- hear us." he whimpered covering his mouth.

"i don't care, you're mine baby, let everyone know." you hugged yuri from behind and kept pounding him again and again, until he couldn't articulate a word.

only his mouth opened to whimper and i think he didn't register anything else. he just nodded his head and his eyes watered with every penetration you gave. yuri laughed maniacally as you kept stimulating his prostate and made him have another orgasm.

"yes, yes, mhh! (name) aaah-" he started to speak but couldn't even finish. saliva stained his chin and he stuck out his tongue like a puppy. adorable.

"my cute, silly puppy."

[arc-misadventures]

What’s Going On With You?

Weiss: Hello, Jaune~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Hello, Weiss…? Need something?

Weiss: I just wanted to have a… Word, with you~!

Jaune: Okay…? W-What did you want to talk about?

Weiss: Us.

Jaune: Us?

Weiss: Yes, us~!

Jaune: Okay, what about us?

Weiss: Oh, don’t be coy with me handsome~!

Jaune: Handsome?!

Weiss: It’s been an age since, Beacon, and based how you have been acting… You. Still. Have. Feelings. For. Me~!

Jaune: Eh…?

Weiss: You saved me~! Unlocked your semblance to save me~! And, I have been such a bad girl… And, I haven’t done anything to thank you… Not even a card… I’m sorry, Jaune… I’m so sorry…

Jaune: It’s okay… It’s okay, Weiss.

Weiss: It’s not okay! I have done a dishonour to the, Schnee name! As such, I have to thank you for the actions you have done for me, and I have the figured out the perfect way to thank you~!

Jaune: Y-You don’t need to thank me, Weiss. I’m responsible for you getting hurt. Me saving you, and you being alive… is thanks enough.

Weiss: But, must! And, I know you’re going to love it~!

Jaune: W-Weiss?! Why are you getting on me?!

Weiss: To thank you~! You know… being enveloped in your aura feels invigorating~! So warm, and filling, I loved it~!

Jaune: Okay, nice to know. Now please get off of me.

Weiss: But, how else am I supposed to thank you? How else am I supposed to make you feel the same way I did~?

Jaune: Wowowowowow?! W-W-Weiss s-s-stop that?!

Weiss: Naww… But, don’t you want to fill me up with you warm, succulent aura, only this time in a different, all though in a far more pleasurable way~?

Jaune: W-Weiss?! Are you drunk, or something?!

Weiss: How dare you! You’ve seen what drinking has done to my mother, you think I would willingly drink alcohol?!

Jaune: No, but not knowingly is still a possibility… What have you done before… this?!

Weiss: I was talking with the girls… then, Yang brought out some wonderful chocolates~! I have one right here actually, How would you like me to give it to you~?

Jaune: Let me see that! Eh?! Weiss, this is a chocolate liqueur?!

Weiss: So?

Jaune: Weiss, liqueur is another word of liquor?! You are drunk!

Weiss: So~? We can still have some fun, no~?

Jaune: No! G-Get off of me, Weiss, you’re drunk!

Weiss: Oh don’t worry, we can still have some fun…

Jaune: No! Nonononono! Weiss, I won’t do that your drunk! Now get off of me before…! Before…? Uhh… Weiss, Weiss?

Weiss: (Softly snoring on, Jaune’s chest.)

Jaune: …

Jaune: Oh thank gods… That was too, too close…

Jaune: Haaaa… Alright, Weiss, time for bed.

Weiss: (Mumbling in her sleep.)

Jaune: Yes, Yes, Yes… We’ll shave, Yang’s head later.

Yang: (Gasp!) You wouldn’t dare?!

Jaune: I knew you were spying on us! I knew it?! And, yes I would! Considering you think I would take advantage of a drunk woman, or that you tricked her into doing this! Your dead, you hear me, you’re dead!

Yang: Good luck lover boy! You wouldn’t dare!

Jaune: Maybe, but as soon as, Weiss wakes up, she’ll do it to you! And, do you honestly think she won’t do it…?

Yang: …

Yang: Oh…

Yang: Oh shit…

Jaune: Yeah… shit…