#he....pops...hic collar....

[dog-prophet]

I GOT THE WORMS.İN MY BRAİN. THEYRE İNSİDE MY BRAİN.

[blisshellfire]

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“not good enough. you gotta say it.”

“No?” It comes out barely above a whisper.

“Again but louder.”

“No.” Barely speaking volume but good enough.

“Next time I hear you spouting that crap I’ll burry you in ice cream so deep they’ll need  the cherry on top to know where you are. Not one of those Rainiers, one of them boring old Bings. A rotten one.”

Nova blinks owlishly and for a nerve wracking second, Red thinks she’s going to start crying again. The frown deepens, he winces as he hears another sob, big fat tears roll down her face as she clings to him. She worms her way past his leathers, burying her face in the soft sweater beneath. Her entire body heaving with the sobs.

What the hell is he supposed to do now?

Its then he remembers seeing someone tell their kid to stop smiling and it being funny to the kid because at this point, the kid won’t understand any of his usual material.

Fuck kids.

Why the fuck did Starlight have to share space with so many fucking kids?

“Don’t you dare fucking smile.” Red growls, letting the frustration bleed through as he peals them off. “I’m tryin’ ta scare ya. GAAAH!”

Tears still roll down Nova’s tear stained face. More little sobs but there’s an ebb in it, a glint of a smile. “y-y-your *hic* not sc-scary.”

“I’ve drown plenty of people. Even drowned a pig once in chocolate.” Red awkwardly adds.

Which only made the smile grow wider. “I bet it was a sweet death.”

“Tch” Red yanks her hood down so she can’t see him smile.

Last time he checked, she didn’t pun around.

When she comes up again, there’s still sniffles but a tentative smile plays at the edge of her lips. It lasts all of a minute before another sob bubbles up and she covers her ears.

“Just another minute.” Red grumbles, much to soothe himself as to soothe her. He resumes the pressure on her head but this time her hands cover his as if urging him to press harder. He does.

Through her skin, he can feel Starlight’s blood bumping rapidly. A racing pulse no doubt. It’d be awhile before the Nova calms the fuck down. The more he focuses on the features of Starlight’s face. The way Nova’s leans into the wrinkles in Starlight’s forehead and the little nose scrunch when ze was angry. His thumbs lightly draw circles into the pliable skin. The task taking him out of his own riotous thoughts. Before long, he can feel his own mind clearing. The hunger that gnaws at his belly to the way his ulna hurt from scratching it so much on the way here.  It helps that he sees no new marks on Starlight’s body. He even knows who’s the last guy Starlight played with. Good rep in the local scene and aside from being timid as fuck, didn’t have any red flags enough to mention.  The color in Starlight’s skin looked right, plenty of meat on the bones, and any drugs ze might’ve had in zir system are long since gone.

Whatever happened, he’d have to figure it out later. Neither Nova nor Comet had the information he needed. If there were others… they weren’t talkers.

He’d find out why Starlight ran off HORROR of all people.

“ya gonna tell me what’s eatin’ at cha or do I need ta hold ya here all night?”

Nova shakes her head. “I—I… I broke the fence.”

It didn’t matter how stupid the thing she was upset about. It was like an overfilled balloon, until it popped, she wouldn’t chill the fuck out. He needed chill if he was to not dust the next person he saw.

Nova closed her as if she were listening to someone else. “We.. we.. was playin’. Bridge. Bounce bounce side side.”

Red could see it now, Comet loved playing “pool” between walls, slowly ricocheting like a racket ball. Hallways could tolerate the rough play but soon as you get an older rotten bridge.

“hit-hit so hard.. broke.. fell… heart fast.. soo fast.”

What the fuck?

He didn’t hear the rest. When he hears a hiss, he realizes just how hard he was pushing her head too hard and loosens up, shifting to gripping her collar. Not wanting to hear any more of the sob story, Red says, “he said it was fine but only if ya promise never to do it on any funny business on any bridges ever again.”

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[rebecca-lotto]

taroumaru being inazuma's equivalent to ningguang sounds like the best crack fic idea yet

like no one would think that this humble teashop owner is also the head of a spy ring spanning the entire continent

or that said spy ring is chock full of adorable dogs.

a shiba spy thriller taking place under everyone's noses during the inazuma arc sounds both adorable and awesome~

and a little snippet of an opening to said shiba spy thriller below the cut

[the scene opens in a quiet brick road in inazuma , it's raining gently]

-over head shot; a shiba inu , clad in a hat and poncho is walking : the camera pans down to show the dogs face - he has a determined gaze and his black sesame fur made the look in his eyes even more tense .

he walks for a few minutes , when he pauses at a stair case ,.

a crack of a branch during the tranquil night causes his entire posture to stiffen, he's on high alert.

another dog pops out of the nearby bush , startling the first dog.

"oi , oi oi, what's got you all worked up kai - kunnn~" , drawls the cream colored shiba . he teeters a bit , and the glimpse of an anemo vision swings from his collar as he moves

the black sesame shiba - Kai - puts his head in his paws out of annoyance with his companion , " dammit , rei" kai growls "didn't you swear off the drink this year?"

"ne ~ mika-chan's in town so i deci-hic!-ded to have some fuuun~ , you shoulld come with next time, get a drink meet some girls~⭐"

rei falls face first in a puddle , and proceeds to roll around singing a drinking ditty

"tch ,now is not the time for such frivolous activities " Kai says with a huff "im here on business ; some possible maguu kenki activity was reported south of this area and i need to inform the boss about this" [kai readjusts his hat ]

Rei perks up at this new information "been meanin' ta' check in wit' the big guy myself~ , hope ya' don't mind lil; ol me joinin~~ ya~? " rei hopps up and shakes himself off ; kai tips his hat over his face to avoid getting splashed by his newfound traveling companion.

after a quick burst of wind to dry himself off , Rei staggers over to Kai with a newfound spring in his step

"we best move quickly , lest the rain gets any worse" uttered kai , readjusting his attire ,whilst pondering how and why this snow white womanizer gained a vision.

rei stretches a bit and says with a yawn " heeey~~ ya think his mightyness added anything new to the *hic* menu while we were away~?"

"that is the least of my worries right now " Kai replys with an eye roll .

Rei stumbles into Kai's side and both dogs collapse on top of each other .

rei lets out a loud belch - the smell of his breath is so vile , Kai scrambles to his feet in annoyance

"but maybe lord Taroumaru will have something to make you sober up! " Kai barks

Rei :informant , woman respector extraordinaire, pickpocket - and fun fact this himbo doggo gets easily distracted by pretty girls of any shape , size and species.

and here is the contemplative Kai ; he's a scout , and a chap with simple pleasures.

kai doesn't have much of a personal stake in the inazuma civil war ; but once things settle down , he thinks it'd be nice to be a guard dog for an apple orchard.

[goldentsum]

━  pretty submissives.

CHARACTERS: miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, and suna rintarou

WARNING: smut, 18+ content, bdsm, sex toys, pretty subs who cry, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mommy kink, hard dom! reader, soft dom! reader, lingerie on males, maid outfits on males, degradation, praising, anal play (male receiving), oral sex, handjob, riding

AUTHOR’S NOTE: seeing the “doms” become subs and cry makes me so excited! sub! male characters supremacy!!!

part 2 - tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, kuroo

— atsumu ♡

• a brat and a masochist 

• likes it when you go hard on him. make him cry. hurt him. atsumu likes it. he loves it even!

• when you manhandle him, not giving a fuck about how loud he is and just chasing your own pleasure, using him, makes him whiny and it triggers his orgasm! 

• slap him, spank him, mark him, degrade him, he’ll cum untouched!

• atsumu’s a cocky little shit outside of the bedroom, telling people how dom he is but you both know who moans like a little bitch when spanking sessions goes a little harder than usual. 

• his expressions are the best! his usual cocky smirk turning into a lewd face. eyes rolling back to his head, mouth wide open as drool trails down his chin, and a delicious red blush on his cheeks. the way he shivers and trembles under you is breathtaking. 

• if you overstim him, he’ll cry and scream, jerking violently on the bed. he becomes really sensitive, even more sensitive than normal, and he comes way too quickly but he recovers fast so dw~

• sub! atsumu is super fun to play with especially when he’s being a brat about it. 

• but your aftercare makes him super soft! he gets really cuddly afterwards! clean him up though or he’ll whine about it in the morning. 

“i-it’s too much-!” atsumu cried, your hand still stroking him. the mess from his earlier orgasms makes it easier to stroke him back to hardness. his thighs quivered at the intense pleasure, sensitive from the past orgasms. 

you smirked down at your boyfriend, loving the way he tremble and weep. his face was a mess, drool on his lips and chin and tears running down his cheek, his nose red. atsumu gasped when you placed the bullet vibrator against his spent cock, the intense buzzing making him shriek. 

his moans are so cute. so pretty and loud. 

your eyes admired his bruises and hickeys. his inner thighs red from your bites, chest covered with scratches, and his neck with your lovebites. 

“have you learned your lesson, tsum?” you hummed absentmindedly, still running the vibrator along his length while you other hand squeezed and massaged his cock’s swollen and red head. atsumu whimpered, hips thrusting. 

“y-yes! please! i-i can’t come again! it hurts!” he whined, squirming on the bed. new set of tears running down his cheeks from the pleasure. 

“hmm~ give me another one then i’ll believe that you’ve learned your lesson” atsumu moaned at that and let his head plop down back on the pillows, eyes closing from your actions. brows furrowed, mouth opening again to let out series of broken moans. 

you removed the vibe making atsumu sigh in relief, breath stuttering a bit. he panted, chest heaving.

you snickered at the fucked out expression on him. the calm moment quickly dissipate as he choked on a moan when you wrapped your lips around his cock, tongue swiping at the swollen head and your hand massaging the prominent vein that run along his cock.

“aAAH-!” raspy moans escaped the male, hips jerking as you started to bob your head. atsumu hics as his lips trembles

if anyone asked you what was your favorite moment was with your boyfriend, it was definitely when he’s like this. when he’s your little slut. 

— osamu ♡

• a soft princess~ <3 

• he will do anything you ask. model a piece of lingerie? he’s already wearing it. show you how he touch himself? done. lay on your lap for his spanking session? he’s there. asap. 

• osamu is a obedient baby but he still gets a little playful at time, testing your dom side. 

• but when you turn hard dom on him, he’ll cry. in anticipation and in excitement. 

• if you deny his orgasm, he’s gonna cry. even if it’s only one orgasm, he’ll whine and tells to you that he has been a good boy. only a good boy. no bad boy! 

• a crybaby!! 

• he’s already sensitive normally but if you deny him his orgasm, he gets really antsy and get really sensitive making him squirm and pout. 

• if you degrade him, he’ll be really pouty and teary! only praises for baby samu! 

• tell him how pretty he is. praise how well he fucks you. tell him that you like it that he’s your obedient little princess. he’ll be putty in your hands~

• if you bring food in the bedroom, licking it off him. he’ll get really shy! also, if he sees the food outside the bedroom, he’ll probably remember what you did and get hard pft 

• samu loves the feeling of your tongue on him!

“tsk. you’ve been really bad, princess” you scolded, watching osamu whine. a pretty laced collar on his neck, his body shivering as you massaged his prostate. 

“n-no! ‘m good-!” he whimpers out, hips grinding down to your fingers. you spanked his ass, gripping the red flesh. osamu gasped at the impact, eyes rolling back to his skull. 

you thrust your fingers in his ass, his tight walls clenching down. your other hand went to his balls, cupping it tightly. osamu mewled, tongue sticking out of his mouth. his body shuddering when the tips of your fingers brushed again and again against his prostate. 

“really now? you don’t remember that you were being a brat earlier when mommy had to work?” 

osamu sobbed, toes curling when your fingers quickened. his teeth biting down his lips. he sniffled and stared up at you, eyes teary and red from being denied his orgasm 3 times now. 

“’m sorry, w-wanted mommy’s a-attention!” he confessed, body quivering. you stopped making him whine at the lost of pleasure. taking your fingers out of him, you climbed on top of him. 

leaning closer to him, you kissed his lips. he chased your lips, desperate for your affection. osamu opened his mouth, an invitation to slither your tongue in. you hummed in appreciation and entered your tongue in his cavern, playing with his tongue. 

the male moaned against your mouth as you swallowed his pretty moans. his body violently jerked, surprised at the pleasure, when you started grinding your clothed pussy on his sensitive cock. he cried, trying to make you quicken your slow grinding. 

you moved away from his lips, his gasps echoing in the room as he quivered under you. your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on the soft skin. 

“you wanted mommy’s attention? you have it, princess~” 

— sakusa ♡

• a touch-starved baby! 

• please handle with care :( 

• pretty boy gets embarrassed really easily so please tone down the teasing. but i don’t blame you if you want to try. he gets really red, the contrast of the red on his pale skin and dark hair is stunning!

• stare at him while you pleasure him and he becomes more responsive, your eyes makes him squirm! 

• loves it when you suck him off, admiring his body. do not degrade or he’ll be really hurt about it and might not do anything for a longgg timeee

• any form of physical affection makes him really shy and he’s really embarrassed when he pops a boner because of it! even if it’s the most innocent touch, a sudden boner will pop out of nowhere. 

• when you overstim him, his pretty dark eyes gets shiny with tears and turns half-lidded as he blubbers incoherent words.

• if you give him gifts, lingerie and/or collars, he would react strongly at first! getting shy and being a tsundere but as soon as he wears it and you praise him, telling him how he looks so good, it’ll make him super happy! 

• please wash him after the fun though, the gentle atmosphere contrasting from what happened earlier makes sakusa soft. he loves your hands. running up and down his body, caressing the skin that no one but you gets to touch. 

water splashed against the large tub as you rode omi. his breath getting more uneven and hitching when you clench down at him. 

sakusa hid his warm and red face at the crook of your neck, he can’t look at you. if he does now, he feels like he’ll cum just from the way you look at him with pure desire. 

you run your fingers through his wet dark locks, massaging his scalp. sakusa moaned against your wet skin, lips biting down on his bottom lip as he tried to muffled the loud moans that was threatening to escape him. 

“don’t hide your pretty moans, baby~ let me hear you” you whispered, hips moving faster, loving the way sakusa’s large cock hits your sweet spot dead on and the way the tip reach so deep inside you. 

the dark-haired male whined, hands gripping your hips as his legs shook. he panted against your neck making you shiver when his hot breath hit your cold skin. 

you let your hands rest on sakusa’s wide shoulders, using it to help you move up and down on his cock. you hummed in satisfaction when you hear his moans getting louder and you tugged his hair, making him look at you. you looked at him in awe and lust. 

he’s so pretty. his dark eyes half-lidded as it gleam with tears and lust. lips red from the earlier biting. the red blush across his cheeks and neck was absolutely delectable. 

“you getting close, omi?” you whispered as he nodded, whining, brows furrowing. you leaned closer and started littering his neck with bites, breaking the skin. 

sakusa moaned at that, hips thrusting up making you moan when his cock grazed your cervix. you licked the column of his neck then slid your tongue into his open mouth. 

he kissed you back with a hint of timidness, still a bit shy. he let you take the lead with the kiss as always. omi loved the way your dominance oozes out of you but still maintaining this certain softness that makes his heart full. 

omi gasped into the kiss when your fingers pinched his nipple, rolling it sensually. you broke the kiss and looked down at him, a lazy smirk on your lips as your hips rolled. 

“you’re so pretty, omi~” 

you loved the way his body reacts with praises. his eyes rolling into his head, head threw back, and mouth open. you trailed one hand to his lips, fingers going into mouth and played with his sleek tongue. sakusa moaned against your fingers, sucking and working on your fingers like a good baby he is~ 

— suna ♡

• a pillow princess! 

• he loves it when he just lays there, letting you do all the work, as you work him into his high~

• suna loves it when you dress him up, caressing his skin. 

• lingerie and maid outfits with cat ears are his faves! thigh high socks are also his go to! 

• and when you praise him, cooing at him about how good he looks and your fingers playing with the bell on his collar makes his heart skip a beat

• suna also has a masochistic side! all soft sex aside, he loves it when you fuck him hard. use him for your own pleasure, remind him of his place. also after sex when he looks in the mirror, seeing the bruises you give him rises a weird satisfaction in him

• he would let you do anything! just talk about it with him before actually doing it. 

• pretty boy looks good in dresses! his small waist is amazing! 

• i said it once and i’ll say it again, he’s a pretty pillow princess! 

• he loves the way you stalk towards him, eyes dark and filled with lust. it makes him squirm with excitement, waiting for your next move.

• fucking him while his ass is stretched by a butt plug that’s attached to a tail, his maid outfit messy and covered with his cum, and his bell ringing every time you fuck him would make him so dazed and fucked out! 

“what a cute kitten you are, rin~” you cooed, fingers trailing on his bruised back down to the crack of his ass then to his ass where the tail hang. you grinned and pushed the plug deeper inside him, marveling at the way his body arch and his whines getting louder. 

the skirt of the maid outfit was bundled up on his waist, showing his pretty ass to you. you then tugged a bit at the tail, suna whimpering at the way the butt plug drag against his walls. 

you then turned him around, manhandling him to the way you like. suna looked up at you with dazed eyes, his thick cock standing proudly against his stomach, the now soiled lacy panties pushed down to his thighs. 

“fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous” you praised. suna moaned when you held his cock, stroking him as you positioned yourself up on his thighs and lined him to your folds. 

the male gulped at the sight of you and relished the way you slowly sunk down to his length. your moans mixing together, savoring the stretch of suna’s dick and the way your walls sucked him in. 

once he bottomed out, you panted on top of him and your hands on his chest, touching the soft fabric of his outfit, steadying yourself. 

“p-please move... please..” you heard after a little bit, you gazed down at him and smirked. hands fondling his chest, admiring the way his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped and the way the bell on his neck, rung. 

“want me to move, kitten?” suna nodded, opening his lips to slur out pleads. how can you deny the cute kitty when he moans so prettily for you so you started moving, clenching down on his dick. the way his cock felt was amazing as always, filling you up so good. 

suna moaned when you started going faster, his hands gripped at the blankets beneath him. he laid on the mattress, moaning like crazy, letting you ride him to oblivion. 

you cooed, panting a bit, as you admired him. you reached down and tipped his chin towards you. he opened his fucked out eyes to gaze at you, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“you should see yourself right now, baby boy. you look absolutely delicious~” 

[amazingmsme]

Annoying Turnabout

This was supposed to be a quick little drabble, but I have no self control and it got away from me. No matter, Ace Attorney needs more fluffy fics like this. Phoenix is so fucking cute when he’s embarrassed, and I probably made Edgeworth more teasy than he’d actually be. But that’s okay your honor, they’re smitten.

Miles Edgeworth was a composed man. He didn't often joke around and laughed rarely. His smile was more of a snide smirk, even when it was genuine. And to top it all off, he had an air of superiority about him, like he was too good for anything even mildly amusing. Which is why Phoenix was determined to make him crack.

"Y'know Miles, even though you were an uptight kid, you still knew how to have fun," he noted. Edgeworth cocked a brow, glancing up from the magazine he was reading. "Is that so?"

"Mhm."

"Your point being..." he prompted, trailing off as he went back to reading. Phoenix shrugged, the hint of a smile on his face.

"I don't know. I just never thought you'd grow up to be such a stick in the mud," he said, hoping to gain a reaction from him. Edgeworth stiffened, hands clenching and crinkling the pages as he glared at him.

"Excuse me, what did you just call me?" he said through his teeth.

"You heard me. Or do you need hearing aids?" he asked smugly. Miles knew he was just messing with him. Trying to rile him up. And he shouldn't give him what he wanted. But oh, how he wanted to play along.

"You're the one who needs hearing aids, old man," he said, a teasing note in his voice.

Phoenix chuckled and shook his head. "We're the same age, so you basically called yourself old." Edgeworth looked up, eyes wide and hair falling in his face. "Nhg- You know damn well that's not what I meant!" he said, slamming a fist on the table.

He merely smirked, propping his feet on Edgeworth's desk and leaned back in his chair. He even put his hands behind his head in a show of defiance. "Do I?" Miles glared harder and grabbed his ankles, shoving them off the desk. Phoenix flailed his arms to regain his balance as the chair teetered on its back legs.

Edgeworth hummed as he steadied himself. "Pity, I was hoping you'd fall."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he teased, leaning forward this time. Miles rolled his eyes and went back to reading. Phoenix huffed in annoyance when he was ignored. He stretched his leg out under the table and lightly stepped on the toe of his shoe.

He grunted and pulled his foot away, only for Wright to repeat the motion. He looked at him from over the top of his magazine. "Is there a reason why you're more insufferable than usual?" he asked.

The truth of the matter was that Phoenix thought he was unbelievably cute when aggravated. And deep down, he was a little shit.

"Nope," he said, popping the "p."

"What are we, five years old now?" Miles asked incredulously.

Phoenix shrugged. "Hey, I'd rather have a mental age of five than 50," he sassed.

"Wright. You are testing my patience, and you don't want to know what will happen when it runs out," he warned.

"You know what? I think I do actually," he taunted. Edgeworth let out a deep sigh and stood, straightening the collar of his suit jacket.

"Very well. If you want to act like a child, I'll treat you like one." Phoenix cocked his head to the side, staying still as he watched his old friend come closer. As Miles loomed over him, only then did he falter. He gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Uh, Miles? You got that scary look on your face that you use in court. Y-you know I was only joking, right?" he asked, trying to appear as innocent as possible.

"Believe me, I'm well aware. However, your little jokes aren't near as amusing as you may think. Don't worry, I'll give you something to laugh about." Before Wright could question him, he poked a single finger in his exposed armpit. He yelped and immediately slammed his arm to his side.

"You know what? You're right, I was being stupid and childish, I'll leave you alone now, I promise!" he rambled.

Edgeworth shook his head and tsked. "You will leave me alone. As soon as I teach you a lesson." When he took another step forward, Phoenix rose from his chair, standing behind it to use it as a shield.

"B-but you're usually so mature! I thought you'd be above something as childish as ti- as this!" he said, face turning bright red as he stuttered and failed to say the word. This only made Edgeworth's smirk grow.

"Normally I am. But you bring out the best in me Wright. Certainly a bit of immaturity is required to deal with you."

They stood there, just staring at each other for a solid 10 seconds. Phoenix's eyes darted to the side before he made a dash for the door. Miles easily caught him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him into his clutches.

"No no nohoho I'm sorry!" he giggled, shoving at his arm. Miles dug his fingers into his sides and he burst into bubbly laughter.

"For some reason, I don't believe you. You know, you're awfully cocky for someone who's so ticklish," he mused playfully. Phoenix's blush darkened and he covered his face with one hand.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!"

"Why should I? You obviously can't make me in your state," he teased. He began kneading his soft belly and his laughter deepened and his thrashing increased. It was a bright and slightly goofy sound, and it was perfectly fitting for the ace attorney.

"Mihihiles dohohon't!" he whined through his frantic giggles.

"Don't what? Come on Wright, use your words," he goaded, one hand scratching up his ribs. The only response he got in return was a loud squeal. "Glad to see my memory is serving me well. Does Larry still abuse this knowledge?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"Yehehes okay? Nohohow quit ihihit!" he giggled, curling in on himself. His arms flailed about uselessly as Miles squeezed and prodded his belly. He snorted loudly and blushed profusely, hiding his embarrassed face in his hands.

Edgeworth barked out a laugh. "I forgot how you snort when you laugh too hard. How hilariously charming," he teased. Poor Phoenix was dying of embarrassment.

"Nohoho it's nohohot!" he argued, followed by another snort.

"Sure it is. And don't even get me started on this spot," he taunted, reaching up to scratch the nape of his neck. Phoenix arched his back with a shrill screech of laughter, leaning into Miles. He fell into a bubbly stream of giggles, not even bothering to fight back anymore. Not that he could get away even if he tried; Edgeworth was stronger than he looked.

"Still just as ticklish as when we were kids," he mused, shaking his head fondly. It was only when Phoenix started to hiccup through his hysterical laughter that he finally showed mercy.

He helped steady him as he regained his breath. "Yo- hic-you jeherk!" he scolded, cheeks still burning red. Miles rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I know. I'm truly the worst," he joked along. They both chuckled.

"If you think I'm gonna leave you alone after that, you're wrong. I can't just let you get away with an attack like that! I have to annoy you twice as much now," Wright said, crossing his arms.

He merely shrugged, smirk growing. "In that case, I'll just have to tickle you twice as much."

Phoenix flinched and took a step back, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. "N-no you can't!"

"Oh can't I?" he asked, arching a brow. He cocked his head to the side in amusement. "I'd think again before testing my patience. Unless you're keen on finding out what I can really dish out," he warned, even winking at him. Phoenix whined and hid his face in his hands.

"I forgot how insufferable you can be," he grumbled.

"Well then you're really not going to like what I'm about to say."

Phoenix felt his heart both flutter and sink to the pit of his stomach at the same time. "What?" he asked, because the curiosity was going to eat him alive.

"I recall you admitting that you found all of this to be fun," he said with a triumphant smile. Wright's mouth gaped open, face turning pale before his blush came back in full force at the very accurate accusation.

"Wha- I- we were kids! Of course I liked it back then, it was playful roughhousing! I grew out of it!" he claimed, desperate to reclaim some of his dignity.

Edgeworth tutted, shaking his head. "Oh please, you know I'm too smart to believe that. You even went as far as to provoke me into action, resorting to your old methods in the hope that I would remember."

Phoenix was left speechless... Miles really hit the nail on the head with that one. He groaned, admitting defeat and flopping into the chair at the desk. He rest his head on the cool wood, wrapping his arms around his face to shield himself from Edgeworth's gaze.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Wright. I find it rather amusing myself," he teased, sitting in the opposite chair. He looked up to glare at him.

"Of course you do."

"Oh please. Teasing's half of the fun. You told me so yourself."

Phoenix's eyes narrowed. "No I didn't." Then his eyes widened as he thought it over. "Wait, did I?" he asked aloud, more to himself than to Miles.

He shrugged. "No, but the fact you believed you could have only proves my point."

He let out a small, frustrated scream and slammed his head back down on the desk as Edgeworth's snide chuckling filled the air.

[y0un1ce]

3:43am

Regrettably Drunk

Modern au; Venti x Fem!Oc (Miriam) (Can be read as x reader or x y/n idc)

Cw; Drinking, Unrequited but maybe Requited love, Fluff to Angst/No comfort, cursing, oh and also implied xiaoven but not rlly official but lingering feelinsg between them that wont appear here.

Note; I haven't written in a long time and its kinda shitty. This is also not read proof bc it is clearly 3am

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Its about 1:50 am. It's clearly midnight now with the dark sky covering the world and its splattered stars in the sky kissing its smallest light on to the ground. Down below there are miriads of houses and with one of it having loud booming yet muffled music and closer look there are crowds of people all ages and gender there- except literal children obviously- and just a blocks away from the house there could be seen a silver colored car parked on the side of the road.

And that certain silver car has our two destined people who start this story. With a close look inside, there are two people sitting at the back of the car, the smaller of the two, Venti, had black hair with two braids on the side of his face showing a visible gradient of teal hair dye and his outfit, a white collar shirt popping up underneath the teal sweater and loose black pants with one having a loose thread and ending with a pair of teal converses. And who is visibly holding a bottle of what seems to be a wine bottle at the tips of two of his fingers that was barely holding on whilst laying the back of his body to someone whos trying to remove the bottle.

Now the taller of the two, Miriam, had her hazel hair put up as a bun with several strands of the front of her hair fell and her outfit being an orange wrap shirt with bell sleeves showing beautifully sewed light orange flower designs clearing showing her stomach and a small view of her top half and paring with a black pencil skirt with a few flowers sewed onto trim of the pockets and ending with some parker boots that had few scratches on the bottom of the boots. And who is trying to stop the small man ontop of her from drinking too much and who is also practically vibrating inside on how close they are too each other.

"He-hey! I, uh I promise I won't drink too muuuch" Venti whined to Miriam clearly trying to take another sip from the said drinkable wine bottle. "Venti we've been over this—! Hey! I saw that- your dumb charms wont work on me" Venti trying to persuade Miriam into giving back the bottle by giving her a quick kissnon the cheek that tends to work in his favour. "Come oooon, please, please, hic pretty pleeeeeeease? I hic really do promise to noooo-t! Drink evah againn- just please on mworhe sip!" Venti drunkly ended his sentence with a pop before again trying to take the bottle back before he visibly felt Miriam behind his back move forward to put the bottle under the front passengers seat.

"H-ey!" "Venti please I'm trying to hel—! Hey stop that and listen! Im trying to help you with this drinking problem, and also that shits not gonna work on me again now!" Miriam was internally and externally exhausted with Venti being drunk and the partying too much taking effect even tho she was fully sober. If you were to put a peeved exhausted Miriam next to an apple there wouldnt be a difference. After a few seconds of silence from Venti, Miriam was getting worried considering she never had experienced a quiet Venti before. "You know.. you're really pretty hic like a freshly picked rose, ehe, that's so clicheee" Venti confided to Miriam, his head laying on her chest had been moved as well his body to be straightened a little with a slight slouch and his head turned to her with a slight tilt to it and with a dumb smirk with droopy eyes that were a bit red eyed.

What "What?" Miriam craved for an answer to what the hell did he intend with that unexpected sentence. Miriam wasnt blushing from peeved exhaustion anymore, she was now blushing with the blood rushing to her face from that really flattering comment from her supposed friend and was she going crazy or was her heart spiking weirdly and her breathe hitching a little. "Eheh— come oooon- I can just shee-shay it to youu! You ar-are hic reallyyy reallyyyy! Prettyy.." Venti specified, his body wasnt turned slightly anymore but now the front of his body was facing her now with his arms interlocked at the back of her head and his knee was ontop in the middle of her legs and the other at the lazily on the bottom. Miriam was practically melting on the inside feeling the pit of lava that is called infatuation growing hotter and hotter in her she felt so bashful and embarrassed from this out of nowhere sort of confession from the guy she liked for a year.

"That's- uhm- That's re-really flattering Venti—" Miriam was cut off her sentence by the sudden movement of Venti's arms sliding suspiciously farther until her eyes looked back from the floor to him seeing him much closer to him than before with the back of his slightly arched. "You- you look hic much prettier like this.." Venti quietly settled, now mesmerized by each freckle on her face they were like the stars to him. Miriam felt her heart spike greatly and felt a twinge of fear and some kind of anticipating from how close they were if venti just slowly slid his arms farther then theyre lips would meet- oh god now all she's gonna think is about Venti's lips now! But then again this isnt the first time thinking about his lips.

"He-hey Miriam.." "Yeah?"

There was a couple beats of silence until Venti hazily looked up at Miriam with doopy dreamy look on his face that made him look too ethereal and what he said next made Miriam's anticipating heart burst.

"Can I.. kiss you?"

Miriam's heart felt like it had escaped it's shell and was jumping in joy with fireworks bursting out of every cell in her body to make her feel ecstasy but she remembered that she's still in the moment of his question and hadnt answer yet. "Yes! I me- mean, yes you- uh can.." Miriam bashfully answered, now there was a pause of silence between them. Venti removed one of his arms behind miriams neck and slide it onto the side of Miriams face cupping her cheek, making Miriam anticipate again until both of their eyelids flutter down and have their lip meet by the softest and warmest impact onto one another. The kiss to Miriam was practically what she imagined back then even now and it was still that relaxing and yet exciting feeling to well- feel.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds and yet those lasting seconds to Miriam left her a flustered yet loving look when her eyelids hazily opened back still trying to catch that last moment of what was left lf his lips. "Eheh.. I guess I can deduct that hic you are a good kisser.. Xiao.." Venti Drunkily mused. Venti turned back to his first position with his back facing Miriam and going take a hazily nap ontop of her. Miriam felt her ecstatic heart fall back to its cocoon and she felt so fucking stupid, what was she thinking, no what the fucking was she even thinking in the first place that someone like Venti would like her back, it was so fucking stupid to hope or even dream for it. And to think that even for a moment that maybe just maybe Venti couldve like her back, what did Xiao have that she didnt, thinking now alot of things Xiao could do better that stupid fucking Miriam.

"I love you Venti, I hope one day that your future lover would have the courage to say it too." Miriam softly spoke now accepting and to also smile softly with a single tear letting go like this infatuation with Venti. It's 2:00am now.

Her heart felt so fucking painful, she obviously notice her vision going hazy from the tears building up on her eyelids she didnt care now that her cheeks were streamed with wet and felt like lava tears to her. She was so hopeful, but no, the fucking world decided to give her a good kick and decided that the guy she loved loved to be paired with the most incomparable best person for him to be with its so fucking unfair. Miriam looked down at Venti who snores softly with his head at her chest, she couldn't help but move a braid of his hair behind his hair just to look at his face one more time before it all changes to the way it was.

[kythed]

just my cuppa

yamaguchi tadashi x reader

synopsis: a soaking wet, stressed out (y/n) stumbles into cafe-owner!yamaguchi’s coffee shop. 

word count: 1,944

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The coffee shop is comfortably warm and smells of cinnamon and ginger, a sharp contrast to the heavy autumn rain pelting the pavement outside. Yamaguchi watches water torrent down the windows outside as he meticulously wipes each table, thankful he’s clean and dry rather than braving the storm outside. It’s 9:25pm on a Friday night, approaching closing time. Usually he’d wait until the last minute to start closing up, but there haven’t been any customers since around 8. He hasn’t even seen any passersby since then, just the occasional car splashing through flooded streets, headlights muffled by the deluge.  

So, understandably, he’s surprised to see you stumble in through the door, soaking wet and clutching a sorry looking umbrella. The bell hung on the doorframe jingles cheerfully, and Yamaguchi stares as you exhale heavily and apologetically wring your hands. 

“Uh… hi?” you offer hesitantly, looking rather abashed. “I’m sorry… I was trying to make my way home, but my umbrella snapped and I noticed your cafe was open…” 

Yamaguchi stares at the wet clothes clinging to your frame and the way your shoulders are trembling. “Oh my God. Please, come sit down, let me make you a hot drink or something. It’s gotta be freezing out there; you aren’t even wearing a coat. Come, come.”

“Oh, no, I really shouldn’t track puddles on the floor--”

Yamaguchi ushers you onto a seat at the counter despite your protests and takes your umbrella, setting it to the side. He flies into action, snatching various colored packets and jars of sweet smelling spices. As he sets a kettle of water to boil, you sneeze violently and his eyes widen. “I think I have a towel in the back, I’m gonna go grab it so you can dry off a little.” 

You open your mouth to object but he’s already sprinted into the storage room. In less than a minute he reemerges, cradling a folded towel and a sweater. “Go dry off in the bathroom and change into this sweater. I’m afraid I don’t have any spare pants, but by the time you’ve finished I’ll have that drink ready. Oh, and please, don’t worry about paying-- it’s on me.”

He flashes you a quick smile and you stare, struggling to form words… then you burst into tears. 

Yamaguchi rushes to your side, hesitantly hovering his hands over your shoulders, not sure if he should hug you, comfort you, or what. When he came into work this morning, he did not expect to have a drenched, emotional wreck of a girl stagger into his cafe late at night and start sobbing and dripping on his counter... He settles on patting your shoulder in as motherly a manner as he can muster. “Oh, um, it’s okay, there, there.”

“I’m-- hic-- I’m so sorry,” you sniffle, wiping your eyes with the edge of the towel. “It’s just, I’ve been having such a hard-- hic-- week, and this is the first nice thing someone’s done for me in a while.” 

“Oh.” Yamaguchi’s heart just melts and he impulsively wraps you up in a warm hug, despite not even knowing your name. This is so improper, he thinks, a little too late. Curse my empathy for crying women. You bury your face in his chest and cry a little more, the exhaustion of the day expelling itself in the form of sobs that rack your body in waves. He rubs your back lightly, something he used to do when his younger sister would cry as a child. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Everything is going to be fine, just dry yourself off and sip a little tea, yeah? Does that sound alright?”

You nod, untangling yourself from his embrace and smiling tearfully. “I’ll go change now. I’m sorry, again, for… everything. I’m pretty sure I got snot on your collar.”

“Stop apologizing,” Yamaguchi scolds, giving you a light push towards the restroom. “It’s not a problem at all.” 

You nod, face hot and eyes puffy, and head into the bathroom, dampening a paper napkin with warm water to dab your face with. You gaze at the girl in the mirror with swollen, tear stained cheeks. How embarrassing to be caught at such a bad time by this kind, attractive stranger… thinking about his gracious smile again sends you into another fit of tears that you quickly brush away.

After you’ve stripped your shirt and dried off as best you can, you slip the sweater over your head. It’s far too large, but the inside is soft fleece and smells of men’s cologne. You inhale deeply, comforted by the spicy, woody scent, and head back into the cafe, where Yamaguchi’s finished up the drink. He slides the steaming mug in front of you, along with a saucer of tiny cookies. 

“It’s Earl Grey,” he says, taking one of the cookies for himself. “You looked like a tea drinker to me. It’s got a bit of milk and sugar, too, so I hope that’s alright.” 

“That’s perfect; thank you so much,” you say, lifting the mug to your lips for a sip. It’s hot and sweet and seems to wash away the acrid taste of the day’s tribulations. “I’m (L/N), by the way. If I’m going to impose on your hospitality a little longer, you might as well know my name.”

“I’m Yamaguchi,” he says, pushing the cookies closer to you. “And I already told you, you’re not imposing. It’s not like I have anything else to do anyways! I was getting bored without anyone coming in-- I haven’t had a customer for hours.” 

“Yeah, it’s no wonder,” you say, eyes wide and nodding vigorously. “It’s practically a hurricane out there. I thought I could make it from work to that bus stop on the corner without getting too wet. I was wrong, obviously.” 

“Oh, where do you work? It’s gotta be pretty close for you to even entertain the idea of stepping out in a storm like this,” says Yamaguchi with a laugh. He takes a hairband from his wrist and begins to absentmindedly tie his long, dark locks into a loose knot, out of which a few strands fall to charmingly frame his face. 

You smile, finally deciding to nibble on one of the cookies. It’s chewy, has a distinctly spiced apple flavor, and immediately boosts your mood. “It’s close enough. I work at the little florist’s shop on Mayweather Ave. You know, near the supermarket.”  

Yamaguchi perks up. “Arrangements by Aiko? The one that always has a few big bundles of bouquets out in front?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one. You’ve been there before?” you ask, swirling the remnants of your tea around the bottom of the cup. 

“No, no, but I drive by every day on the way here. You guys always have the nicest looking flowers.” Yamaguchi refills your drink from the still-steaming kettle without being asked as you murmur a quiet thanks. “How come you’ve never been ‘round here, then? It’s hardly a two minute walk if you hurry. I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered if you ever came in for a coffee.” 

You laugh softly. “There’s a Starbucks up the street from us.”

“Pssh,” Yamaguchi scoffs, crinkling his nose. He’s had a personal vendetta against Starbucks for years. Stupid chain, thinking they’re all that just ‘cause they have a trademark and a logo. “That Starbucks has gotta be at least ten minutes from the flower shop. Plus, I happen to know my vanilla bean frapp is a hundred times better than theirs. They don’t even use real vanilla! Can you believe that? This cafe is obviously superior.” 

“Oh, my,” you gasp, dramatically holding a hand to your chest. “I’m not really a frappuccino person, but that is quite the scandal indeed. Maybe I should stop giving them my valuable business and start coming here instead.”

Yamaguchi nods solemnly, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, I think so. Plus, I heard that they don’t give out a discount for pretty girls like we do, something you’d surely benefit from.” 

He smiles shyly, a little surprised at his own boldness, as a splotchy blush rises to your cheeks. You briefly bury your face in your hands, embarrassed, before popping back up with a huge smile. Unable to compose yourself, your next sentence is punctuated by giggles. “Is that so? Well, I guess that seals the deal then.” 

“Mhm,” Yamaguchi agrees happily, immensely pleased with himself. 

You and Yamaguchi pass the next half an hour enjoyably, pleasantly chatting about your jobs, friends, family, and world news until the clock strikes ten and you give a start, remembering you have work early in the morning. “Ah, I should really get going. But again, thank you so, so much for everything and I’m so--”

“Don’t you dare say it,” he interrupts, leaning over the counter to grab a to-go cup and a plastic baggie of cookies. “It’s been my pleasure, seriously. Do me a favor and take these. Then I’ll dial up a cab and we’ll have you home in no time.” 

“At least let me pay for the cab,” you say, exasperated, as he tucks the baggie into your sweater pocket and shoves the cup in your hand. You slowly extract yourself from the cradle of the tall counter chair, muscles stiff. 

“Not a chance,” he says with a sweet smile. “I thought you’d know me better than that by now.”

When the car arrives, Yamaguchi walks you out to the door. A biting cold nips at your noses, but the rain has subsided, at least for the time being. All that remains are the puddles and the slow drip, drip, drip of water rolling off the rooftops. You sigh, breath curling into the crisp air. You bury your hands in the pockets of the sweater Yamaguchi lent you earlier. “I’ll return this to you.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, opening the car door for you. “It looks better on you than it does on me, anyways. You should definitely pop in for another drink soon, though.” 

You climb in, careful not to crush the pouch of cookies. “Absolutely I will. Maybe I’ll even try that vanilla bean frapp you were bragging about.”

“You really should,” he says, beginning to close the car door but suddenly freezing in his tracks. “Oh, wait right here for a second.”

He sprints back into the cafe and rushes out again in a lightning fast thirty seconds, clutching a paper napkin. After folding it into a little square, he hands it to you proudly. “Here. I wrote down the code for the discount. Come back with that, and you’ll get two dollars off your next purchase!” 

“Thanks, Yamaguchi,” you laugh, gingerly taking the napkin and sliding it into your pocket, right next to the cookies. Then you close the door, roll down the window, and wave cheerily as the car pulls away from the curb. “I’ll see you later!”

“See you!” Yamaguchi waves until your cab turns a corner, leaving just the faint scent of exhaust. He pumps a fist in the air before spinning on his heel, heading back into the embrace of the warm cafe with a bounce in his step. 

It’s not until you arrive home twenty minutes later, shower, and sit at your kitchen table with a pack of instant ramen on the stove that you remember the little napkin. Unfolding it, you discover that it's not quite a discount code like Yamaguchi claimed. Instead, it’s a phone number accompanied by a poorly drawn teacup with steam rising from its rim. 

You’re a hot-tea! - Yamaguchi Tadashi (part time comedian)

P.S. I lied. Sorry. Not a discount code. But maybe we can arrange some way to get you those two dollars off if you go on a date with me? Let me know.

Shaking your head with a grin, you pull out your phone and punch in the number.

[kirishimas-lil-shark]

Shot One: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings: Smut 18+, some toxic coping oh well, dom Bakugou, Thiccc Y/N

Anyways enjoy your read and lemme know your opinions!

Words: 2.5k+

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Spicy Shot One (Bakugou)

You sat in the cold empty common room, your face in your hands, tears wetting your palms. You let out ugly sobs and curled your fists. It was unfair. Hugging your knees close to your chest as your tears shedded from your eyes and your sniffles slipped from your nose. It was unfair because you knew he was totally fine. You knew how much he didn't care and how many times you saw him looking in another girl's direction. You had to be happy for them because when you dated him, it was all fake. Just to get someone's attention. And it worked. They’re dating now and you have to sit back and grieve silently. The intent was to date, get the girl, walk away as friends. It was unfair that you caught feelings when he made it feel so real and that he didn't feel even a spark towards you. You needed to get it together and go to your dorm. Shaking, you pulled your trembling body off the couch and clutched your arms close to your chest. You slid your feet across the floor, keeping your gaze on the light caramel stained wood. A flash of baby pink ran through your vision and you were confused until you ran into a chest. Muscular arms embraced you and stood you back up to your feet before your knees hit the ground.

“What? The HELL!” His angry voice cut off when he saw your face. “...shit...are you okay?” You heard a familiar ash-blonde’s voice say and you instantly tensed up. There were certain things about you that you didn't want people to see. Crying was at the top of your list and here you were, with your classmate, sobbing into his toned arms. All your reply was just a weak sob of what you hoped he understood as a ‘no’. His fingers clenched as he hugged you closer, not saying a word. After about a minute your chokes, hics and whines dialed down to nothing but silent drops and you stepped slightly closer to your friend.

“I’m sorry Katsuki…” You half whispered. He tightened his grip and placed a hand on your cheek, making your sad eyes look into his. He smiled softly and kissed your forehead.

“Don't apologize, I knew how much you liked that stupid Deku...It must have crushed you. He didn’t deserve you” He replied in a grumly soft tone. All you could do was nod your head and bury your head in his chest. You weren’t used to coping this way but you swallowed up your nervousness and pressed your chest against him a little more. His eyes widened and he watched you slide your hand down to his hand and his breath caught when you intertwined your fingers with his. You knew this was a bad way to deal with how you felt but you also knew that Bakugou was a hot, steamy person you knew would show you a good time. You also knew of his feelings toward you as well. They didnt go past just having sex or...so you thought. You felt every hot sigh, hot breath, intense stare he had. Maybe it was more that he wanted, past what you wanted to do at the moment. Maybe you wanted more with him as well but tonight would decide that.

“Katsuki…” You shuttered out, looking in his eyes. He gulped and pulled you into a hot kiss. You stood up to your full height, your weak knees gaining new confidence and your other hand tugging his shirt collar. The action pulled him closer to you and he hovered his open hand over your waist. Your body was pressed against him and your self esteem rising each second his tongue worked in your mouth. You finally pulled away to catch your breath and his lips followed you, not wanting it to end. You smiled and looked him in the eye.

“Y/N…” He gasped out, pulling your waist and pulling you in for another hot kiss. You pulled away before it escalated again and pushed him slightly. He bit his lip as you leaned up and placed a small kiss on his neck. “Fuck…I…” His hand on your waist tightened and you started to drag him to his room. His dark room sat quietly in the night, only the sounds of the forgotten window he left open. Light flooded in the room as the couple stumbled inside. You close the door and start to slip off your shirt. His hand crept to his mouth as he watched you take off the clothing item. Blush furiously spread across his cheeks and nose when you tossed the item to the side.

“What?” You ask teasingly. He just shakes his head in response and moves toward you.

“You're gorgeous.” He whispers in a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. You brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes and looked at him, batting your eyelashes. Hooking your thumbs in the sides of your leggings, you pushed them down your legs slowly. They were soon kicked to the side where your shirt layed.

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Katsuki was going bat shit crazy. How many times had he imagined your curves, your vulnerability, and of course your sweet succulent voice calling his name. Here you were, displayed in front of him, cladding in only your underwear. He could practically smell your heat from here and he wondered if he should do something. However, when you moved towards him, the thought of your body was being permanently engraved into his mind. He thought of him being the only one who got to see this. Not Deku, nobody. His excitement was running wild and he wondered if you could see it through his jeans.

Soon you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and guiding him to the bed. He sat up with his elbows resting on the bed, legs spread as you sat in between them. Unlocking your fingers from his hand, you slid his shirt off his shoulders and caressed his toned muscles. Your lips found his again as your hand traveled down his chiseled chest, grazing the hem of his pants.

“Do you want this?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you stop your movements. Katsuki lifts his hips ever so slightly, trying to get the friction he needs. His response is quick, placing a hand on your neck and pulling you in a kiss.

“Fuck yes” he hisses between his teeth. You move down by his pelvis and you stalk his jeans off of his legs. You glance at his boxers after his jeans are kicked to the side and you can't help but notice the dribble of pre-cum staining his dark grey boxers. You could practically see the outline of his dick poking through the thin material. Pulling the hem down, you finally give him the release of pressure that he needed and he lets out a guttural groan. His hips practically shutter as you spit loudly onto his throbbing heat. A lewd noise escaped his mouth as this explicit scene dragged on. You gave kitten kisses to the tip, keeping your hand loosely cupped around the base of his cock. You licked the pre-cum that dribbled from the slit, swallowing it down your throat.

You licked your lips and gave a long stroke to the underside of his shmeat and he sucked in a handful of air. Your hand stroked the bottom of his dick as you started sucking the tip into your mouth. Coming off it with an audible ‘pop’, you lowered your head and took him in your mouth as far as you could. Tears pricked at your eyes as you couldn’t fit the rest of him into your mouth. You lubricated the remaining skin with your spit in your hand, pumping wildly as you bobbed your head up and down. Katsuki watched this sight with hazy eyes. How cute you looked while you sucked him off. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair and grinded his hip to meet your movements. You hummed and hollowed your cheeks at the new sensation and it set him rolling towards the cliff.

God he needed to restrain himself from face fucking you through his orgasm.

“Wait- shit stop-” He hissed, pulling your head off his pulsating dick. You looked at him with curiosity as he quickly caught his breath. He looked at your face, your spit and his pre-cum dripping down your chin. Fuck. “Was gonna cum” He sputtered out. “I wanna do it inside you-fuck- let me fill you” He could practically see your pussy throb at his words and he put you on the bed, towering above you. You squeezed your thighs together to get some friction and a mewl came from your throat, earning a growl from him.

He slid his fingers down your panties, rubbing quick circles over your clit which made you gasp. You had never had this happen to you by another person. It felt amazing. His cold, calloused fingers flicking at just the right spot that built liquid in your folds. “‘Gonna make you feel so fucking good baby” He muttered, leaning down to give your neck and open kiss. He slid his middle finger to your entrance, his thumb never ceasing movements to your sensitive bud as he slipped the finger knuckle deep inside you. Your cunt unconsciously clenches around the tip of his finger as he pumped it in and out of you.

“Katsuki” You moaned, earning a grunt in response. You didn't expect him to respond in words because he was so busy marking your neck. “Please- I need you to fuck me” You let out and he bit down on your shoulder, kissing it afterwards. He pushes himself off you and uses his other hand to rip your panties off, earning a quick gasp from you due to the cold air. He pulls his hand away, licking the juices off his fingers and takes off his boxers. You watched with anticipation as he lined up with your entrance and you couldn't help but grasp the sheets. He slid his dick over your folds for good measure, the tip brushing up against you throbbing clit.

“Fuck you’re so wet-” He spoke, finally pushing his head into your slick cunt. It feels so good, but it's not enough for you. You grind your hips toward him, his cock sinking another inch inside you. The movement tore a moan from both of your lips as his hands dug into your hips. “I cant fucking wait to put my thick cock inside this sopping wet pussy of yours-” As if on que, more wetness seemingly gushed from your heat, your pussy sucking his dick deeper inside of you. He let out a string of curses as he finally pushed until he bottomed out inside of you. Letting you adjust, he glanced at your face and he almost lost control at the sight. Your head was looking up but he could see your mouth gaping a silent moan. Sweat dribbled down your body and your bra wasnt covering your soft breasts.

He traveled his hand to your ribs and ripped the material away.You didn't even react to the ruined garment that lay on the floor. You were too focused on the immense pleasure that ran through your body. A thick vein that traveled down his cock was rubbing up against your sweet spot and on top of that, his gruffudd was pressing down on your swollen clit. You needed him to move. To show him, because words weren't really catching up to your tongue, you grind your hips against him. It sent a shock wave spiral through your body and you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

As soon as you showed him that he could move, Katsuki wasted no time in slipping his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into you. The moans you let out were so pretty, he wanted more of them. So he repeated the same action. Multiple times. Your body felt so good. You couldn't even remember why you were crying earlier. One thrust from Katsuki finally sent you over the edge and you cried out his name as he rocked inside you. You rode out your orgasm, overstimulation building another inside you as you looked up to see. The sight made your second orgasm roll off of you and tears pricked your eyes. Katsuki was pistoning himself inside your dripping pussy, going at an unforgivable pace. It felt so good. Too good. He was smiling, probably feeling accomplished as he built up his release.

“You feel so fucking good-” He complimented, the head of his cock ramming into your cirvix. The mixture of pain and pleasure it brought you was bringing you to your third orgasm. You felt a little embarrassed that he made you feel that good. But you took this orgasm that washed over you to clench around his pulsating dick, milking him to his release. Hot, thick strands of cum spurted from his slit and inside of your heat.

You both stayed there for a while, your legs wrapped around his hips as his pulsing dick that stayed inside of you. All you could hear was the sound of your calming breaths and the slight breeze that came from the window.

“Katsuki I-”

“Be my girlfriend.” He interrupted, looking you in the eyes.

“What-” you sputtered. “But i thought that this is all you wanted.”

“It's not.” He smiled. “Its fucking great, yeah, but I bet you that I could be better than Deku ever could. In every way.” He kissed a tear off your face before speaking again. “Please. I really really like you…”

You smiled shyly and nodded your head. “Okay, yes I'll be your girlfriend.” He sighed in relief at your answer and plopped himself gently on top of you, your sweating bodies connecting as you wrapped your arms around him.

---lil time skip :)---

The morning rolled around and you fluttered your eyes open. You weren't naked anymore, but you decided to skip a bra and put one of Bakugou's shirts on when he went to go shower that night. While he was quick to get back to you, you had already fallen asleep on his bed and he didn't bother to wake you. Instead he just sighed and laid next to you, spooning you until morning.

He was still beside you when you sat up to check, rubbing sleep and post-sex from your eyes. You were ruffling your hand through his hair when there was a knock on the door. You inwardly groaned and didn't think about your attire as you opened the door. Deku stood at the other side and the twing in your heart still hurt but you noticed it wasn't as bad as yesterday.

“Izuku…” You twirled a finger through your hair.

“Oh, Y/N, I just wanted to ask Kacchann if he knew where you were. I figured you'd have a sleepover.” He smiled, rubbing his neck.

“Yeah a...sleepover..” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Um anyways, I hope you had fun.” You nod your head in response. “That good! Uh...I wanted to tell you something.”

“What is it?” You ask.

“I'm in love with you.”

-fin-

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Okay lemme just explain what a gruffud is. It’s basically the place where male pubic hair is. Like where you see the v line? Yeah there :)

[psycho-slytherin]

Bonus: Yoongi's chapter

Request: Hi! I would just like to say I LOVE strangers! In regards to the bonus chapter, I am so curious as to what Yoongi did at the end of ch. 19. The kiss between them is like my favorite part ever! I just wanna know what his point of view may have been! Again, love the series so much! Thanks for all you do!! <3

Context: This takes place during Strangers ch. 19 after Y/n learned of the damage to her apartment. This content is not relevant to the main Strangers plot.

WC: 3k I have no idea what happened

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A/N: yes I did this instead of studying for any of my four finals and no I don't regret it, ty anon for the request! Pls drop an ask or comment letting me know what you think, requests are open!

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“Nooo,” you groan goodnaturedly as you lose again. Taehyung, your rival, laughs as he grabs the bottle and tops off your glass. You’re sitting in between him and Seokjin, across from Namjoon. Yoongi, as usual, is curled up in his favorite armchair.

He watches you play in amusement, sipping from a cup of mint tea. He’s so used to keeping his guard up around you, and he has a feeling that, like last night, you’ll need help getting home. Even if he won’t be driving, he’d rather have his wits about him to ensure you stay safe.

Oh, wait, no – he’s struck by the reminder that your apartment is getting renovated; you’re staying at their place tonight. He blinks hard and takes a long pull of tea. He knows that he welcomed you to stay, but part of him feels nervous.

You chug the rest of your drink, which as far as Yoongi knows is some combination of beer and soju. He watches as you pause, your expression unreadable. You have a drop of soju dripping slowly down your bottom lip.

“Y/n-” he starts, about to alert you, when you reach up and swipe your lip with your thumb, catching the droplet. On hearing his voice, though, you turn and lock eyes with him. Right as you lick the droplet off your finger. Yoongi half-gasps into his cup, inhaling tea in the process. He immediately coughs and sputters, lungs burning.

“I- kitchen,” he manages, although no one seems to be paying attention. He stands, still coughing, and runs to the kitchen, standing over the sink as he struggles to catch his breath. Your face in that moment feels etched into the inside of his eyelids.

Dear god, that’s just not fair. Once his airway is clear, he runs the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face. He knows you don’t mean anything by your actions. You had an awful day and just want to forget. Speaking of… Xiumin. Yoongi clenches his fist, his face and hair dripping water. He wasn’t careful enough, and ended up soaking his collar as well. If he ever meets your ex, it’ll take all the self-control he has to keep from punching Xiumin in the throat.

When he returns to the living room, Yoongi sees you sobbing on Seokjin’s shoulder.

“I th-thought he loved m-me. Why does nobody love me?”

“I love you, Y/n,” Hoseok replies loudly. Yoongi glances at Namjoon.

“What happened?”

Namjoon shrugs, tipping his glass at Yoongi. “Dunno. She just started crying. Better out than in, I guess?”

“Sure,” Yoongi replies absentmindedly. Seokjin is rubbing Y/n’s back comfortingly.

“Why is she staying the night, hyung?”

“Ah- she said her apartment was getting renovated.”

You raise your head, swollen eyes narrowing at Yoongi. “And my apartment is flooded because someone dragged me out.”

Yoongi raises a brow at Namjoon in surprise as you continue glaring at him. “Min Suga… no wait, Agust… what was I talking about?”

How on earth is it his fault that your apartment is damaged? Still, anger, even if directed at him, is better than a painful, hopeless depression. Yoongi learned that lesson years ago. “You were blaming me,” he says softly. How could he ever be upset at you?

“Right! Yeah, it’s all your fault. I’m mad at you now!” you say, pointing. Taehyung, who’s been hovering between sleep and consciousness all evening, snickers. He’s made a pillow of Y/n’s lap, and Yoongi, after quelling the urge to fling the vocalist across the room, sighs and chuckles to himself. He knows how much of a wreck your life has felt like lately – after all, you tell him practically everything. He doesn’t know exactly what happened tonight, only that you learned Xiumin was cheating on you. He’s glad that you have him and the other members to lean on. He remembers hearing your voice tremble and break in that message you left… “Yoongi, I- I need you. Please, something happened. I don’t want to be alone.”

Lost in his thoughts, he barely hears himself respond to you: “Whatever you say, Y/n.”

Yoongi watches you, still grumpy, poke a sleepy Taehyung on the cheek. “God, why are you all so hot?”

Seokjin snorts, and Yoongi sees Namjoon take a swig of his drink to cover a smirk. Blushing, Taehyung sits up and sticks his tongue out at you. Your mood switches instantly, and you giggle, scrunching your nose at Tae.

“Why’s he getting all the attention?” Hoseok, his cheeks red from the liquor. He, Jimin, and Jungkook have been trying to play cards, but none of their attention spans seem to last long enough to remember who played last. It doesn’t help that Hoseok is clutching both of your shoes in his hands.

“Sorry, guys!” You laugh, wiping your eyes. Yoongi doesn’t understand how you can still smile while clearly still feeling so much pain. “I’ll pay attention to you now.” You try to crawl off the couch, but instead fall onto the floor with a thump, knocking over the deck of cards. You pop up, reaching for an open bottle of vodka on the coffee table, and take a swig.

“She’s gonna have a bitch of a headache tomorrow,” Namjoon comments. Yoongi winces in sympathy, walking over to you as you hug Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook in turn.

“C’mon, let’s get you up,” he holds out a hand to help you up, but instead you take his hand and shake it with a giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Suga~” you chirp, still on the floor. “You’re pretty.”

Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He’s been trying to stay serious to allow you space to grieve, but you’re being so ridiculous, so adorable, that he can feel his discipline waning. “Why, thank you,” he says, chuckling.

“And Joon!” You say, turning your gaze upon Namjoon. “You’re pretty too. God, I used to have, like, the biggest crush on you, you know?”

The boys burst out laughing, Namjoon the hardest of them all. “You’re an honest drunk, aren’t you?” He says with a wink. “What do you think about Yoongi hyung?”

“O-kay, that’s enough, we should all get to sleeping.” Yoongi claps, distracting Y/n from the swift kick he delivers to Namjoon’s shin. The younger rapper grimaces in pain, but it morphs into a mischievous grin.

“Y/n, come sit with me,” Namjoon says, patting the seat next to him on the couch. You bounce up and Yoongi, for half a moment, sees red. Instead of settling next to Namjoon, you’ve chosen to sprawl across him, smacking your lips sleepily. He can’t remember the last time he’s wanted to become another person, but now it’s all he can think about. Almost without thinking, he grabs the last clean shot glass and pours himself a shot of his favorite sweet liquor.

“Speaking of sleeping,” Jungkook says, “Where is Y/n gonna sleep?”

“I can jussht take the couch,” you say, slurring a bit.

“You’re a guest, Y/n-ie. You can have my bed. That is,” Seokjin says, glancing at Yoongi, “If you don’t mind rooming with Yoong-”

Yoongi knows with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t sleep a wink if he were in the same room as Y/n. Besides, what if she wants to sleep alone, or she’s still mad at him? “Don’t worry about it, hyung – she can take my bed, I’ll take the couch.” He doesn’t feel tired at all, so being out in the living room will give him more of a chance to wander without bothering anyone.

“You’re both wrong,” the maknae says with a hiccup. “Why doesn’t she – hic – take my bed? I’m not rooming with anyone.”

You sit up, still on Namjoon’s lap. Yoongi’s eye twitches. Where is this jealousy coming from? It’s not the first time Y/n has acted this way, although she’s certainly bolder than before. He doesn’t know why tonight, it bothers him so much. “I’ve already said I’ll sleep on the couch, and I’ll throw my shoe at anyone that argues with me,” you say, your words clearer than they’ve been all evening.

Yoongi can’t hold back his laugh this time as he looks at Hoseok. “You already did, Y/n. Twice. I don’t know if you’re getting those back tonight.” He wishes he could be as confident a tease as his fellow rappers, but with Y/n… it’s probably best that his platonic intentions are clear.

“Aw,” you say, sticking your lip out in a painfully adorable pout. “Anyways, I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight!” With that, you scoot off of Namjoon, who’s still smirking at Yoongi, and push him off the couch. Grabbing the blanket that was lying on the back of the couch, you roll over and begin deep, exaggerated breaths, clearly pretending to be asleep.

“You heard the madam,” Namjoon says, stretching. “I’m off to bed. You guys coming?”

“Yeah,” Jimin mumbles sleepily. Taehyung grabs Jimin's arm to help himself get off the couch, and the three go to their respective rooms.

“I’ll stay here a bit longer,” Seokjin says. Jungkook nods in agreement, and Hoseok is fast asleep on the floor.

“I’ll hang out a bit too then,” Yoongi says. You’re stubborn in pretending to sleep; you’re so motionless it looks unnatural, with none of the twitches or sniffs of a real sleeping person.

“So how come Y/n’s apartment flooded?” Jungkook says with a yawn.

Yoongi thinks to earlier in the night, when you swung open the door with a blanket around your shoulders, your eyes shining with tears. Now that he recalls, he did hear the faint sound of running water when he drew you into his arms and out the door. Had you left something running that he’d distracted you from? Then it wasn’t just your drunk outburst – your disaster really was Yoongi’s fault. He blinks hard, a nervous habit from his trainee days. “I think she may have left something running.”

“Damn, been there,” the maknae laughs. “Remember when I tried to fill up one of those kiddie pools inside the house and forgot about it?”

“I couldn’t forget if I wanted to,” Seokjin replies with a sigh. “I thought Manager-nim would fire us on the spot.”

“Can you imagine? No BTS?” Jungkook asks, absentmindedly poking the sleeping Hoseok’s shoulder.

Can he imagine it? Would he still be Gloss, the underground rapper from Daegu? Would he have tried to make it as a producer, and sent other artists to the spotlight? Or would he have given up on music entirely, and be leading a life as an office worker?

“I have no idea what I’d be doing,” Seokjin says, interrupting his thoughts. “I suppose we’ll never know how hypotheticals might’ve worked out.”

“Mm. I think I’m heading to bed now. Goodnight, hyungs.” Jungkook leans down and picks up Hoseok in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. The rapper, of course, stays sound asleep. Seokjin nods at Yoongi. “Let’s turn in?”

Yoongi casts a last glance at you. He can’t tell anymore if you’re awake or not. “Yeah, alright.”

With that, he and Seokjin walk down the hall to their shared room. Yoongi flicks off the lights, plunging the apartment into darkness.

In bed, Yoongi can’t sleep. That’s nothing new – he knows ARMYs love to joke about how he’s always sleepy, but it’s so hard for him to sleep at night that his daytime fatigue is constant. He can hear Seokjin snoring across the room. And you, you’re out in the living room.

Shit. Suddenly the air is stifling – he’s too warm, he can’t stand it. Cursing under his breath, Yoongi sits up and pulls his T-shirt over his head, falling back onto his pillow. It doesn’t help. His skin feels flushed, uncomfortable. Several minutes pass as Yoongi tries to keep his breathing steady, pleading with his own mind to turn off and let him rest.

His efforts prove fruitless. At last he groans and kicks his sheets off, standing. I should ask Manager-nim for sleeping pills. He pads across the hall, letting himself into his producing studio and settling into the familiar, comforting chair, reaching for his headset. The demos for his next mixtape are still loaded on the computer. Desperate for something, anything to occupy his thoughts, he hits Play and lets the beat pound in his ears. Immediately he zeros in on edits.

“I need to pause for another measure,” he mumbles, reaching for a pen and scribbling his notes down. “Ad-lib there. Stronger snare in the chorus.”

Another half hour passes in the same manner before he remembers that he still needs to actually sleep. Groaning, he leans back in the chair, rubbing his eyes. “Dammit.”

Eventually he gets up and opens the door of his studio, about to head back to his room when he notices movement down the hall.

Ah. It looks like he’s not the only one who can’t sleep. Yoongi smiles to himself and sighs, returning to his room to pull his shirt back on over his head.

You’re sitting on the floor, against the couch, looking out onto Seoul through the window opposite. Yoongi notices you’ve once again wrapped the blanket around your shoulders. Are you cold, he wonders, or is it more for comfort than anything?

He walks closer, his weight accidentally making the floorboards creak. You notice.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiles to himself as he sits down beside you. How did you know it was him without even turning to look? “Hey, you’re awake. How are you?”

You lean your head on his shoulder, your cheek brushing against his collarbone, exposed by the loose T-shirt. Yoongi feels his breath catch in his throat. “I’m sad,” you say with a hiccup. “Is that allowed?”

Is it allowed? For a moment he feels like he’s talking to his former self – a younger Yoongi that was terrified of the monster inside of him, the one that made him despise himself. Was he allowed to feel?

“Of course it is, Y/n. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” He hates seeing you like this, knowing he can’t do anything to heal your heartache.

Your voice sounds on the edge of tears again, and cautiously Yoongi reaches up to rub circles on your back like he saw Seokjin do. “You’re so nice. You really are the best, you know that?”

Yoongi snickers. He likes this honest version of Y/n, and in the dark it’s easier for even him to relax. “Of course I am.” He nudges you. “I’m the best at being furniture, apparently.”

You nuzzle further into him, your face now pressed into the nook between his collarbone and the curve of his neck. “You are. You’re like a soft floofy couch.”

Yoongi holds his breath. It’s for comfort, you just got cheated on, you need a friend to comfort you. He’s supporting you as your friend. Your cheeks are warm from the alcohol, but suddenly the warmth doesn’t bother Yoongi as much now. It’s several seconds before he can trust himself to speak without his voice wavering. “That’s good, Y/n.”

You sit up, breaking the spell. “Yoongs? I feel weird. Like, I’m sad, but…” you look away from him, your eyes glittering with the lights of Seoul below. In that moment, Yoongi feels like he could write a thousand songs. “I don’t feel sad for the right reasons.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sad that I’m not sad,” you whisper, turning back toward him. You’re… much closer than before. “And I’m not sad because I have you.”

“Y/n,” Yoongi says, his voice barely audible even to his ears, “you know you’ll always have me.”

You lean closer, your eyes fluttering closed. Yoongi barely has a moment to notice how long your lashes look in the dim light before you’re pressing impossibly soft lips against his.

You’re kissing him. Yoongi can only thank his lucky stars that he was sober enough to remember to brush his teeth, because you’re kissing him. He barely registers it for a second, his consciousness somewhere far away, before: idiot. Kiss her back.

Remembering that he has arms, and that he can move them, helps as he wraps them around you and pulls you in closer, kissing you hard. He knows this isn’t a good idea – you’re heartbroken, drunk, and rebounding – but dear god, are your lips addictive. Suddenly Yoongi resents that breathing is a human necessity; this is so much better. You taste like soju and chocolate, and your mouth against his is so soft and full that Yoongi has to restrain himself from the urge to bite your lip. No, there’s something about this moment that’s too precious, too special, too magic to change. If he takes a breath or opens his eyes, the spell will break. He shifts positions so he can turn to face you completely, tracing his way up to cup your face in his hands. He’s never noticed, since he’s never had the chance, but your face fits perfectly in the curve of his palms. He smiles against your lips, entranced.

Yoongi doesn’t know if it was ten seconds or five minutes before you both pull away, and he sees a goofy smile form on your lips. “You’re amazing, Min Yoongi.”

All the self-control in the world couldn’t stop the blush that spreads across his cheeks, or the grin that follows. “You’re pretty great too, Y/n.”

You look like you’re about to say something else, but inside your muscles fall slack and you slump over, asleep. Yoongi catches you and carefully lifts you up onto the couch. As he spreads the blanket back over your sleeping form, he wishes for a second he were as strong as Jungkook.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he whispers. You’re completely out, but breathing well. In the dim moonlight and glow of the city, you look practically ethereal.

As he tiptoes back to bed, the thought strikes him: What the fuck is going to happen tomorrow?

[tanoraqui]

I just wanted you to know that I just read all your hellmurder castle 'verse posts and I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCH

what you have to understand about my Hellmurder Castle AU (Homestuck set in the world of Girl Genius, if you haven’t read it) is that it was born specifically from my spite exasperation with all the long, epic AUs about either only the trolls or the trolls + beta kids, with alpha kids appearing as background characters at best and often not at all. Many of these fics are great, and many of them were written or at least planned before the alpha kids even appeared in canon, in which case it’s not the authors’ faults at all. But I LOVE my alpha kids, and Roxy may be my favorite and Dirk is a delight, but I was ALSO tired to tears of how even in fics featuring the alpha kids, it was almost always Derse-heavy.

So I basically said “fuck it”, yeeted them all into the world of Girl Genius (which was inevitable), figured out the torrid backstory of the beta kids and ancestors and how the dancestors and trolls fit in, and set about focussing the plot and character development exclusively on the alpha kids, particularly Jake and Jane. Particularly particularly Jake, because a) I thought him more underappreciated than Jane, and b) the idea of a Heroic Adventurer who constantly has to resist his own reflex to be a minion is fucking funny.

Let’s elaborate, shall we? Because I’m okay again, after the epilogue. I have forgiven. So, the hypothetical pfennig novels/fics in a series:

Jake English: Escape from Castle Lalonde

In which Jake leaves home, and meets a number of interesting people.

covers from basically that scene of Roxy capturing him through Jake escaping with Jane, and them agreeing to be adventuring partners. A lot of the middle consists of Jake helping Roxy and Dirk win back Roxy’s ancestral home of Castle Lalonde, defeating whatever villainous spark - probably an OC - had taken up residence.

Jake means to leave, but Roxy and Dirk need help cleaning up, and getting their labs running, and with interesting projects…and possibly they put a shock collar on him so he can’t leave the grounds…or at least tell him that’s what the collar does, and prove it, like, twice, and then turn it off because they don’t actually want him crippled in an emergency; mostly he’s just a great minion and Roxy is pretty sure he’s destined to be part of their team for defeating the Batterwitch, as laid out in the obscure and highly metaphorical prophecy her mother left her in a wizard book.

this is not at all good ground for either friendship or a healthy minion/master relationship, which is why Jake is pretty damn game to help Jane escape and then run away with her.

Jake English and the Red Miles

in which…I actually have barely any memory of wtf is supposed to happen in this one. Presumably, they have to survive the Red Miles at some point, with some ridiculous series of revivificationsthe trolls show up at Jake and Jane’s camp (okay fine, I love them, too), and after some alarmed mutual weapon-pointing, explain that Jake’s grandmother, Lady English, made them after Jake left, except now she’s died so they’ve come to find Jake and either bring him home or, at least, join his adventuring team and keep him safe

(yeah, Jade instilled some loyalty, which is Sketch. In fairness, when she lost control of the original generation of trolls, all her best friends were killed and/or disappeared, presumed dead. she has reasons)

I wonder if there was supposed to be a timeskip between this and the previous book, or if Escape from Castle Lalonde happened later into Jake going out adventuring than I think, or if Jade just got bored and made 12 new people like…3 hours after Jake left home

for pacing, the trolls should probably show up pretty early in this story, so they have a long time to be around before shit hits the fan

a lot of this book, aside from whatever shenanigans they’re dealing with re: Red Miles, would be Jake dealing with the fact that he is suddenly responsible for 12 people who keep looking to him for orders, and somewhere in the distance is an entire town (Hellmurder Village) that’s likewise.

they do not go back to the Castle at the end of this book, even though they arguably should bc Jake has responsibilities. But he also has adventuring to do, by golly, and…hm, it’s one of the Rings that causes the Red Miles, isn’t it? So maybe they get it at the end of this book, and now they have to track down the other one. Which brings us to…

Jake English and the Rings of Skaia

In which Jake and Jane (and Roxy and Dirk, and 12 young trolls) explore a castle, learn a little history, and generally level up their friendshipsI split up the aspects of Castle Heterodyne in this au: Jake has the recently inherited Castle with the terrifying, nigh-magical power source buried in its depths, and Jane has the abandoned derelict that is fully sentient, most automated, and even more malicious than it is trapped. This is the story of that castle, and the Ring of Life hidden somewhere in it

Jack Noir. The castle’s sentience is Jack Noir. Or perhaps more accurately Spades Slick? Who cares.

I had a very elaborate mythology/history thought up at some point about the twin spark queens of Derse and Prospit and their great enmity, and the saga of betrayal and heroism that marked their reigns and left behind this castle and two super magical scientific rings of power, and I do not remember ANY of it now.

This is the bit where that scene of Dirk ripping out Vriska’s soul comes from. He and Roxy are here for the fabled treasure as well - possibly the castle only appears/is accessible at certain specific times? And they don’t know the trolls are with Jake, so…clusterfuck, there.

Jake English and the Troll Queen

in which the big bad is reveeled

there’s trouble brewing in the countryside, idk, monsters or pirates or something that can be traced, after some investigative heroing, to the self-styled Her Imperial Condescension, still unfortunately at large

mostly this fic is Jake growing into leadering a little more but also addressing the question of that inbuilt loyalty Jade gave this generation of trolls, because really, that was Sketch - and in general, who are we as people defined by who we follow, what groups we ally ourselves with; is it birth or genetics or who raised us or the family we choose or…

i kinda think Dirk and Roxy are conducting concurrent but generally not overlapping investigations to Jake&Jane’s(+the trolls) (dirk and roxy having pretty neatly answered all the above questions years ago by choosing each other, but still being kind of insular about it, and need to relax just enough to trust other people)

in the end there’s some confrontation with the Condesce and she convinces ½-2/3 the trolls to join her bc, honestly, why shouldn’t they

Jake English and the Castle in the Lake

in which…okay, in this one bit of fic I implied her base was in the ocean but I totally had this title written somewhere, so what is the truth??

in the above linked scene, the trolls who stayed with Jake and Jane were Karkat, Terezi, Kanaya, Gamzee, and Feferi, but idk about that. If Feferi’s there, why isn’t Sollux? And, like, Aradia would probably have just fucked off in her own direction completely, given the chance…

our heroes are trying to sneak into HIC’s base and disable it, okay. that is the plot of this one. probably they have to find it first, which is tricky, and basically a D&D dungeon crawl, and that’s before Jane gets tiara’d. Which definitely happens climactically. and then everyone else gets captured, with the possible exception of Dirk, who probably gets beheaded instead. things do not look good for our heroes…

Jake English and the Lost Hero

in which we find out exactly what happened in the previous generation

maybe even alternating chapters, past/present? 

what happened basically is that the first generation of trolls, the Ancestors, went absolutely batshit roughly as per homestuck canon. The Condesce, being OP, started just conquering land. She was stopped, eventually, mostly by the epic sacrifice of Rose and Dave. And John…except Rose and Dave’s bodies were found, and in a clusterfuck of inventions warping time and space and reality itself, John’s never was

Jade survived, of course. obviously.

John did, too, it is revealed. He was just disconnected from the time-space continuum, stuck popping up in random times and places, sometimes close to those he loved and sometimes not, mostly uncontrollable…

he’s appeared here and there throughout the stories, probably, a mysterious figure in blue who nearly has time to say something before dissolving into fizzing wind. Now he appears more frequently, and for longer periods as the story goes on, including just enough to help break Roxy and Jake out of prison. And whichever trolls were stubbornly sticking with them - if the Condesce wasn’t just mind-controlling all the reluctant ones…let’s be real, she was…lotta “I know you’re in there somewhere” fights here, probably

also, Vriska reveals herself to still be trying to help our heroes, because it is SO Vriska to try to double-cross Her fucking Imperious Condescension

this double-cross is revealed partly from her using Jake’s minioning safeword that he developed with Grandma Jade, way back when; meaning roughly “I don’t want to do this but I’m not sure I can stop”. It’s pumpkin, of course.

they revivify Dirk on the way out, and either stop in the Condesce’s lab to get sparkily distracted trying to pin John into reality or they make it back to Hellmurder Castle before doing that?

What am I saying. The Condesce is probably working on some spacetime-warping tech of her own, and Roxy, Dirk, and Jake use it to fully anchor John for the first time in…who knows, subjectively? It’s possible he stays behind to buy them time to run

Jake English and the Battle for the Green Sun

in which things come to a head

aka the Battle for Hellmurder Castle, and it’s mysterious and terrible power source

Jane and half or so of the trolls start out on the Condesce’s side, but if you thought there were good “I know you’re in there” fights before, just WAIT until Jake saves Jane with the power of friendship

ultimately, it’s alpha kids + Alternian trolls + dancestor-clanks VS Her Imperial Condescension

it’s close

it’s very close

I would have krilled for an H–EIR—ESS CHALLENGE X3 COMBO, ie, Jane, Feferi, and Meenah vs. the Condesce, so that happens

John maybe appears one last time-displaced time, for him before the events of Lost Hero, to deliver a well-timed hammer swing

I love Jake, but I’ll give Homestuck this one: Roxy getting the final blow with an ancestral Strider sword? Perfect.

in the denoument Jake awkwardly invites everyone to live in Hellmurder Castle, because he feels vaguely like he should stay and look after it, and of course he wants his chums around. Jane, Roxy, and Dirk are all like, “well, a real lab or seven would be amazing…but also…adventuring. Why don’t YOU come with US?” Jake is like, “oh JEEPERS yes!” The trolls and dancestors meanwhile talk out among themselves who genuinely wants to stay and who wants to go out adventuring, either with these idiots or just to make their own way

[13juuzou07-blog]

Friends or Lovers (Hook; OUAT)

Notes:

Cheating

Almost smut (I’ll tell you were it is at)

Smoking

Tell me if you guys need help with the pirate talk, okay?

Plz tell me any grammar/spelling mistakes

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Keys:

H/C: Hair Color

U/B/S: Up Beat Song

Y/N: Your Name

U/H/S: Usual Hair Style

F/C: Favorite Color

N/N: Nick Name

Your P.O.V.

I top my spoon to the beat of the music that filters through my earbuds. The heel of my black converse also tap to the beat against the stole. My head bobs, causing my H/C locks to bounce on my head. I don’t have to ask for my meal seeing how Ruby had it memorized already. The beat gets louder and louder as it streams out of the speaker on my phone. My beating gets faster and soon the whole dinner picks up the beating. By now they’ve all memorized the lyrics to U/B/S, but of course they have. I do this every Thursday night.

I come to Granny’s diner to meet my life long friend Hook - i’ve known him since I was thirteen. Like usual, I’m earlier than him. I unplug my earbuds as the beat to U/B/S just starts. The volume is on high so the lyrics fill every corner. I always start off the beat on my own with our food already sitting in front of me. The beat builds up and up till everyone is slamming their feet and hands, causing me to smile. I’m young, only twenty-four and still act like a child most days. My friend Hook on the other hand is twenty-seven and wearing his age quite well. Finally the last note plays and Hook walks in, the same as always.

He walks up to me with a big smile on his face, causing me to smile back. “I swear ye're still a sprog, Love” Hook tells me, sliding onto the stole next to me.

I giggles and pick up my fork. “Damn right, Pirate!”

He smiles at me again before starting to eat his own food. There’s small talk between us, Hook talking about Emma, his newest adventures with her and her son Henry. Me talking about my fun with Ruby and the small troubles I’ve been causing around town. Slowly we inch closer to each other as we talk and sometime during it Killian’s hook has ended up on my waist.

Soon whispers start up, just like every other Thursday. I tap my fingers a few times and Hook notices. He continues on with his story, slowly pulling away. “I thought he was dating Emma.” One of the derves mumble.

The one sitting across from him whispers “Do you think he’s cheating on her with Y/N? Cause honestly they’re around each other all the time! I’m starting to wonder if they’re friends or lovers.”

A dude from the booth next to them leans over and says “Nah, Hook isn’t that stupid. If he was cheating they’d more secretive.”

The whispers making me uncomfortable, just like always. Hook flags down Ruby and gives her the exact cash she for everything. “It was my turn to pay, Fishing-Hook.”

“Next week, Love.” Not next week, or the week after that or even the month after that.

I smile and stand up, making sure to grab my purse. “You never let me pay.”

“And you never stop calling me Fishing-Hook.” He pushes back, looping his arm around mine and almost skipping out of diner with me at his side. He walks me out of the restaurant and opens the passenger side door for me.

“Thank you.” I mumble getting in.

He mumbles back a “You’re welcome” before closing my door and getting into the driver side. His good hand is on the wheel and his hook sits on my thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. I bite my lip as he keeps teasing me, slowly inching further and further up my leg. His eyes slide over to me causing him to smirk. “That’s my fav’rit outfit on you.” He tells me, for the thousandth time.

Other than my converse I’m also wearing my leather jacket, a crop top with a zipper going down the middle and black triangles going over than plain white background. Along with that I have on some black skinny jeans and no makeup besides my red lipstick that makes my lips pop. My hair is in it’s usual U/H/S and lastly my necklace around my neck. The necklace that Hook got me so long ago and over the years charms have been added on to it from each one of his overseas trips.

I remember how I got it like it was yesterday. I was in the market with my father who was wasted off his mind. Like usual he was insulting me and beating me around as I try to makes ends meet for the week. Finally he got fed up with me ignoring him and started full out beating me, or at least until Hook stepped. He walked me around and took me out for dinner and drinks. Afterwards he took me to the fair a town over and told me to close my eyes and spin in a circle till I got dizzy. I questioned him but did as he said. When I opened my eyes I was facing a jewelry stand. Hook pulled me up to it and told me to pick out anything that I wanted. I picked out a necklace with a small, F/C crystal on a golden chain.

Self consciously I start messing with the crystal causing all the other charms to jingle around. There’s tons of things on it. A compose, a ship, a golden turtle with a gem shell that matches the main crystal. There’s an anchor and shells, pixie dust from his first time on the island of Neverland and flower petals in the magic waters from the last time he was there to save Henry. He’s also had charms hand crafted for each one of his new adventures since we all ended up in Storybrooke. He also pays to have the chain and charms hand cleaned along with the clap replaced every month.

“Calm down Y/N.” Hook says, glancing at me as I move the crystal faster and faster. “Why are ye so upset?” He questions, stopping his sexual advances. I try shrugging it off but it doesn’t work “Come on, Love, I know somethin' be botherin' ye in that thinker o' yers.” He gently taps me on the head with his hook.

He pulls up into the driveway of Emma’s and his house. Hook puts the car in park and waits for my answer. “What if Emma ever found out? Would we still be friends? Would she not allow it? What would the town think of us? Of me?”

My friend sighs before scooting closer to me. His hands go around my waist and he dips his head down for a kiss, which I return. “If Swan finds out I’ll deal wit' it.  Aye, we’d still be friends 'n even if we choice t' end this we’d still be friends. If Swan finds out 'n we stay together I’m keepin' ye in me life 'cause ye’ve been me friend fer ten years. Lastly, as fer the town, I’ll protect ye from 'em, if they even do anythin'. They all do love ye after all.” Again, he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. The stubble of his beard tickles my skin as his hands slide back and further on my waist. I giggle at the touches and kiss back. “Let’s go inside, Love.” Killian mumbles, pulling away from me and getting out of the car.

I open the car door and climb out. Killian offers me his hand and I take it. Gently he tugs me up the driveway and to the door. He looks through his jacket pocket to find his keys to open the door. As soon as it’s open and we’re both inside to get out of the chilly night air, he locks it back up. My eyes slide over the blue living room and take it all in again. My mind runs wild with all the normal things Hook does with Emma that I can’t do with him.

My mind keeps running around till Killian’s lips brush my hair out of the way and kiss my neck. “Ye think t' much, let me make it stop” The words come out as a whisper, causing my breath to hic. A smirk crosses Killian's lips as he pulls away from me. “Red wine, Love?”

“Yes please.” I mumble as Hook leaves the room and walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. Again my eyes scan the room and this time I notice the open blinds. With knowing people in this town, I walk over and close them so no one can see the sinful things we’ll be doing tonight. After that is down I slide of my leather jacket it and shoes, setting them by the front door. Once my work is done I spread out on the couch.

Soon Killin walks back in holding a bottle of red and two wine glasses. His eyes slide over me hungrily causing me to smile. “See something you like, Captain?” I ask with a flirty tone before standing up and wrapping my arms around the pirate’s neck. I lean up and haver my lips over his so when I say “Are you going to pour me a drink?” my lips brushes his and teases him.

*SMUT-NESS BEGINS*

I can tell by the sudden stiffness of his body that this affects him. I smile and let go of him. He sets the glasses down and pours us each a glass. Right away I down my first one and pour another. Two more glasses later and about five more for the Captain and our lips are locked again and this time it’s heated. Our kisses get sloppier the more heated we get. Soon kisses aren’t just enough and I know this is true for my lover too cause he’s already tugging the zipper on my top. “I fuckin’ love this shirt.” He pants out as soon as the zipper is down and my bare chest is sitting there for him to admire.

I bite my lip and whine a little. “Don’t just stare!”

He laughs and softly crusades my left breast with his rough fingertips. “Sorry Love. I can’t ever get my head around how perfect yer body be.” Hook mumbles as his lips work there way down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him more space to work with. The soft, smooth feeling of his lips slide all the way down to my collar bone. He sucks on a few different spots, causing me to moan softly. His hook loops around one of the belt hoops on my pants and tugs lightly. “Please Love.” He begs me before biting down on my flesh.

His hand squeezes my boob roughly as he bites down harder, almost drawing blood. My hands shake as I start undoing my pants. I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Once my pants are open, Killin doesn’t waste any time. Hid hand slides into my pants and cups my core. I fight with myself to hold back the need to buck my hips. Slowly Hook’s tongue slide up my stomach and over my boobs, circling my tits. His fingers tease me through my panties, causing me to squirm around under the older man. Killin uses his teeth to grab onto my nipple and pull it up. My breath comes out gagged till he lets go of it.

I pant and grind my pussy against his teasing fingers. “Y-You’re t-teasing me!” I whine, pushing his jacket off and sliding my hands underneath his shirt. I let my fingertips dance over everyone of his scars as he continues messing with me. His fingers finally slip into my panties and gently slide through my lower lips but refusing to enter me.

“K-Killi-in!” I call, getting a hum out of him, sending vibrations through my boobs which seconds ago he was sucking and nipping at. My fingers slide through his hair as he uses one of his fingers to circle my entrance over and over again. He’s about to push it in when the lock on the door starts to turn open.

*END OF SMUT-NESS*

I sigh and zip up my shirt and pants before whoever it is walks in. Killin climbs off of me and picks up his glass. “Anyway, so Emma pulled out her sword and….” Hook starts, pretending to be in the middle of the story. When the door opens there stands Henry. Killin turns and smiles at the boy before saying “Ahoy lad!”

“Hey Hook! Hello Y/N, who are you?” Henry asks, waving at us before looking at me.

“I’m doing okay, Sweetie” I say smiling back at the little boy.

Hook smiles at both of us before saying “Wha' are ye doing home, Henry? I thought ye we be wit' Regina today.”

“I am, I just need my math book.” Killin nods and turns back to me to ‘continue’ the story. Henry runs up the stairs and gets his book before leaving the house.

When the boy is out of the house, my friend goes and locks the door again. When that’s done he sits back on the couch and pulls me towards him. His hands wander up my back and his lips go down my neck. Finally I get annoyed enough to push him off of me. He looks at me surprised and asks “Wha' was that fer?”

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” I tell him but instead of backing off he tries again.

“I’m sure I can change that” He says, trying to sound sexy.

Again I push him away and this time I glare at him. “No” I repeat, pulling out my box of cigarettes. Killin frowns at me as I take out a stick and light it.

I smoke it all down and make sure the ashes are in the crystal ashtray on the table. “Wha'’s wrong, Love?” The man nexts to me asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning over as if he’s going to kiss my neck again.

I jump to my feet with fire burning in my eyes. “Do not called me ‘Love’ Jones! Me and you both know I aint your ‘love’!” I yell, getting angrier and angrier.

Hook frowns as he looks up at me with his light blue eyes. “O' course ye be me love, I do love ye N/N.”

I fold my eyes and laugh sarcastically “Ya, just not like you love Emma. You love me in the heat of passion.” The words seem to cut through him but I don’t let it affect my anger towards him.

Slowly he stands up and cups my cheeks, my hair tangled in the ends of his finger tips. “Y/N…. my precious treasure” He starts, moving his arms around my shoulders and petting my hair. “I do love ye as my best friend, as my lover, as much more. Ye’re right, I don’t love ye like I love Emma 'n I ne'er will. Ye know more about me N/N. Ye knew me brother, ye knew me world before 'n after I was a pirate 'n ye’ll always 'ave that upper hand when it comes t' Emma. Always. We 'ave ten years o' life together Y/N. Ten years! Ten years Emma or any other person ne'er 'ave, aye?”

“Okay” I mumble into his chest quietly.

Hook hums and leans down to place a caring kiss on the top of my head. “Like I told ye all those years ago when we first started this, we can stop. We can stop sleepin' wit' each other 'n nothing would be any different. We’ll still be friends. Ye’ll still be me first mate.”

I nod yes as he slowly pulls away from me. His hand carefully wipes away a tears I didn't realize I was crying. I smile up at him because of the small jester. Killin smiles back before softly placing a kiss on my lips which I return happily. “I ‘ave a gift for ye.” He mumbles kissing me again before walking over to his jacket.

He pulls out a little box wrapped up poorly in brown paper. Hook walks back over and I can’t but smile when I say “At least I know you wrapped it.”

“Har har har, so funny.” He says back, handing the box to me.

I giggle and take the box from him before sitting back down on the couch. Hook sits down next to me and pats his lap. I carefully crawl into his lap and get comfortable. Instantly Killin’s arms go around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. I lean against him and tear off the paper to reveal a small, white, paper box. I open it and inside are two charms. The first one is a monkey with wings. It’s curved out of smooth, emarle green crystals. “For when you defeated The Wicked Witch of the West?” I question and he agrees with a nod and a loving kiss to my neck.

The second charm is made out of bright Ocean blue crystal in the form of a heart. In the middle of the heart is a golden anchor with the symbol of the Jolly Roger on it. The outside of the heart is embedded with silver gemstones. I turn it over in my hand and on the back of the charm it says I’d come back to this place a thousand times over to get you back.

The line plays over and over again in my head. It might not seem like much but it means everything to me. A while back, when I was still young, maybe about sixteen, Peter’s shade stole me off of Killin’s ship and kept me trapped on the island. That morning we all were planning on going home but Hook didn’t keep his end of the deal and so Peter stole me for his payout instead. It took Hook about five months to get back to me but he did and he saved me. When we got out of Neverland I asked why he came back and that’s the line he said. I’d come back to this place a thousand times over to get you back.

“Do ye like it?” Hook asks from behind me as he kisses my cheek.

“Oh my Hook…. It’s….. It’s wonderful! It must of cost a fortune for you to get it made!” I say, still adoring the new piece of jewelry.

He chuckles and moves my hair out of the way. “It sure was a pretty penny” He tells me, a smile beaming off his face.

I trace the charm’s outline for a while before asking “What’s the story behind this charm?”

Killin picks me up off of his lap and gently sets me down on the couch. “Once Upon a time there was a sweet little girl of the young age of thirteen. Her father was a terrible man, so terrible that he made the pirate that saved his lovely daughter seem like a hero.” He takes off my necklace and takes the charms from me as he continues on with the story - with our story. “Sadly the pirate couldn’t take her with him because she was so young but he wrote to her everyday. Along with that everytime he was back in town he’d have tons of presents for her. Flowers, perfumes, cloths, jewelry. Everything that she could possibly want or need. Along with all the big gifts he’d bring her charms from each one of his adventures. Every night he was in town the girl would sneak out and spend it with him. Going to the beach, stay on his ship or going out to the pub. Slowly over the years the pirate and the beautiful girl got closer and closer. To the pirates joy when the girl was fifteen she decided to run away with him. That night she packed up nothing but her most favorite outfits, her favorite book, this beautiful jewelry box made from the finest wood in all of the enchanted forest that would sing her her favorite song of the sea and her necklace with all her charms.” He puts the necklace back on me once he was the charms firmly clasped on the chain. His lips brush over my skin before he finishes the story. “Years have past since that day and the pirate still gets to litter his princesses in gifts and I’m happy to report that the two are still happily in love.”

I smile and turn towards Killin who’s smiling like an idiot. “That’s my favorite story.”

“It’s mine too.” He says back before catching my lips with his.

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Hell hath no fury: Finale

   most of her anger was poured into the wrong places. she did not want to    believe that her own men were behind this kidnapping, but the fact that    handy was around their fresh bodies doesn’t make for a happenstance.    there was a bit more... trust in her judgement, for the one who found her    pet. and this cave... this was where she was held. she figured this was some    big time player trying to sell off pet to a market or something. and she made    sure that when she herself was not visible for the ark, that she would have    men surround the area. 

   there was only one man with pet and things got more interesting. this    man, the one who found himself to be so proud, so prideful. her own soldier.    unforgivable. treason was a crime punishable by death. but this man    went further than that. and she would have to go far with this man too.

  “take her to the ship and get her patched up. do not let her out of your sight.   let no one but the medics handle her and keep her in the medbay until i return.”   she was giving instructions to the handmaiden, the captor spitting obscenities   and vile comments about how disgraceful it was to be so fond of filth. her   use of mind control silenced him fast and she ordered handmaid to take pet   and move with haste. she would handle this man on her own.

                                                       . . . . .

   it was only a grand amount of minutes, under an hour, before she finished    handling the man. he was a seadwelling high ranking officer. why he was    with the two guards assigned for pet’s travel security, she didn’t know, but    she was disgusted. and he was going to see what happens to people who    decide that they need to interfere in her life.

   the man was captive to a torture room, specifically made for torturing from    her laughsassins. but this time. she would conduct the trial. a long one.

   he was waking up from his daze of suddenly being manipulated and regaining    himself. chains on his wrists and ankles, he wasn’t going anywhere. not    that he’d need to. he was going to be having a lot of fun with the empress    for many hours to come. specifically because she was going to be interrogating    him for his answers. of course nothing was becoming of his yelling at him and    getting yelled at back. nothing was going to come out of him so she had to    force some answers out.

   from a table of instruments of torture, she grabbed a set of pliers that looked    so shiny it could be brand new. but they were just cleaned after each    session. and this was a brand new session she would personally enjoy.    while he kept demanding to know what she was doing, the empress was     going to his side to grab at his fingers to get his nails. his defiance curled his    hands into a fist, but she constantly banged the metal end of the pliers on    his fingers until they uncurled, then she went back to work. each nail on his fingers    to each hand were yanked off and set aside for later use.

   he was already yelling more from the pain, the aching at the removed    fingernails and the pain from having the pliers banged on his hands. the tool    was set down for a moment and a dental device of sorts was taken, one specifically    designed for keeping mouths open. she’d need him to open wide for this next    bit. she knew putting her hands anywhere near his mouth, he’d bite her so she    controlled him to play nice and keep his mouth open while she put the device in    his mouth to keep it open on it’s own. releasing control over him, his pleas and    insults becoming unintelligible. the empress began to sing a lullaby that her    lusus taught her at a young age, all the while picking up the pliers again to    start yanking out teeth from his mouth. if he tried to turn his head away, she’d    the pliers aside his horns or head to keep him in check. she didn’t remove every    tooth like his fingernails, just enough to make him uglier than normal.

   finally, the pliers were set down and she picked up a small dagger, grinning    at the man, reminding him why this was happening and all the things that    he could’ve done to avoid this. simply not fuck with her love. and as she    patiently explained to him what he did wrong, she was busy ramming said    dagger into the man’s gills, skewered them from inside. each slit the man    would find the brutal weapon rammed inside of it, his purpleblood leaking    from it. not like it was a dominate source of breathing. she couldn’t understand    him past his screaming and yelling and his unintelligible pleas, but she     still spoke over him by reminding him who he was fucking with.

   next came something very fun. with that very same dagger, the empress went    to the man’s torso and tore open his shirt to expose his torso in full. she would    use her very same dagger so that she could start carving into the man’s chest,    cutting down from his collar bone to his lower stomach and then going all the way    back around. the purpose of this was to remove the skin from his chest to expose    the layer of meat at the top. she was going to get her next instrument of torture    before she realized she forgot to get it. she sweetly spoke to him, reminding him    how far they were to being done and how she would be right back.

   in the time she was gone, he only struggled on begged for his life, screaming    for release and for someone to help him. he wanted out. and when she was    approaching the door to the room, she could hear his pleas. and it made her    grin. she entered the room with a flask of something, speaking to him and letting    him know he deserves this, he asked for it. he should’ve thought about the    consequences. and before she continued, she made sure to use what life powers    she had to extend his life force, fearing he could be too weak and might end up    dying before she had her fill of fun.

   once assured, it was back to business, the empress popped off the cork on her    flask and swished about the liquid. grinning at it, she described this as to having the    strength to tear through even the toughest titanium. how well it would burn through    troll flesh would be remarkable. she moved to his legs, dropping two or three drops    onto each leg to watch it burn through his pants and spill onto his flesh, now watching    quickly eat into it and chunk a hole in the flesh. she could tell he was tensing up    even though he couldn’t show it through clenching his fists. speaking of which. she moved    back to his torso and dropped the same amount of drops on his arms and hands, the    flesh deteriorating as quick a lighting a sheet of paper on fire. the shaking of his body    indicated his pain, and she was eating it right up. she went about his whole body, dropping    the acidic solution in random spots to leave him full of chunked out pieces of meat,    right down to the bones below.

   at the beginning of this, everyone knew who he was. what he looked like. at the    end of the session, he may as well be passed as something that had been dead    for some sweeps and still losing it’s flesh. reminiscent of a ghoul ready to haunt    the living. and even in this poorly observed state, he was still alive. flesh hardly    able to cling onto bone, multiples upon multiples of spaces where bone was exposed    and a face no one could recognize no matter how hard they tried. one of his eyes    had fallen out of the socket so he couldn’t even see very well anymore with just    one. his jaw was hardly functioning as she had destroyed it from possible repair.    then there came the deformities of his bone structures as she had placed him in    an impossible body structure, only alive due by the sheer amount of his life powers    and continuous boosts of adrenaline to keep him alive and awake through everything.

   in the end, she presses a button and the table the man was strapped to began to    move, shifting from flat above ground to now being upright. behind her currently,    a camera that had been recording the entire session that occurred. though, there were    many cameras in the room, recording everything from different angles. the best    part? it was live torture. every screen on her ark, every imperial controlled city she    owned. everyone 100% under her control and rule was watching that. and in the end,    she pointed him and spoke to the camera, staring at it with the cockiest grin she’s    ever made.

  “this used to be a man, believe it or not. he committed the ultimate act of treason   and decided to injure someone close to me. if you ever want to become this man   and more? you’ll do what he did and fuck with me. if you wanna keep your life?   stay the fuck in your lane and know your place. i am her imperious condescension.   i am no push over or not someone to jerk around. your life is nothing to me so    please, don’t make it something. or you’ll be next. until next time, lovelies~” and the   camera cuts off, regular broadcasting for whatever regions returning to normal.

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