#it's breaking his heart and he's trying his best but there's always suspicion in those tiny eyes

[nerdpoe]

It's the End.

A huge mission, the world at stake, and in the end only Red Robin, Impulse, Wonder Girl, and Superboy made it to the center to place the bomb that would the alien mothership.

Superboy is injured.

Red Robin is injured.

Impulse is injured.

Wonder Girl is injured.

They know they won't be able to outrun this.

They die in sacrifice to something Greater, clinging to each other for comfort.

They wake up.

And oh shit look at that they've been reborn.

But there's been changes.

Bart is reborn as Tim's fraternal twin. Instead of loving but distant, Jack and Janet are criminal in their neglect. Not even Tim can defend them; they forget to leave food for their toddlers, for fucks sake.

Bart takes control and ends up speeding to Central City as soon as he can toddle to go on food runs. He knows what it's like to go hungry, in the future that wasn't, and he isn't going to let that happen to Tim.

Kon is reborn as Clark's actual, legitimate firstborn with Lois, who Clark had gotten together with far sooner in this new world. They love him so much and he...doesn't believe it. Can't. He isn't who they think he is, he doesn't deserve this, and when they find out it'll only hurt him more if he falls for it.

Cassie is reborn as Wonder Woman's only daughter, and spends her summers with her father, Steve Trevor, before he passes away and all other times in Themyscira.

Now they have to grow up in a world so very different but so very similar.

Cassie still looks in on her other mom, her first one, but has nothing she can say to explain it to Diana.

Bart still has super speed, but Tim is still a non-meta.

Kon struggles with the Clark he's seeing growing up and how much it clashes with the Clark he knew in his past life.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 5 MATCH 6

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Josephine propaganda:

“you get to have a full Disney princess style romance with her, she is the most precious, the most sweet, I love her so much 🥺”

“Josephine's one of the "behind the scenes" companion for the protagonist and she advises them on diplomacy-related matters.

Her personal quest and romance is fairy-tale worthy: she gets threatened with assassination, you help her restore her family's fortune, you get threatened by her best friend to not break her heart, she doesn't dare to hope you mean anything serious when flirting until you spell it out for her, after which Josie agrees to a deeper relationship... And immediately after that she finds out her family has engaged her to a random noble without her knowledge!! You publicly challenge the suitor to a one-on-one duel to win her hand, she finds out and interrupts the duel because she's worried of the Inquisitor throwing literally the entire plot away and risk life in combat for her... To which of course you can confess that they're doing it because they love Josephine, and they get the cutest cutscene with Josie jumping in the Inquisitor's arms and them spinning her around before kissing each other <3 The betrothed steps away because he sees true love between the two. She and the Inquisitor stay together through the end game and after it, gaining a "second home" with her and her family.

She really believes in the Inquisitor's cause and from the very first conversations with her, she asks questions about your background and tries to make you feel welcomed (especially appreciated if the Inquisitor isn't human since people are less trusting of them). She's politically smart but dislikes violence, overall very sweet but still strong... Josie tends to overwork herself (she's a perfectionist) and at first she tries to keep a professional air at all times but if you encourage her, she will rant to you and spill all the tea about nobles lol.”

[terabyteturtle]

hey!!! Can I have Jin Kazama x Pregnant wife (who happens to be a model) Reader headcanons. An idea I have is what if they have to keep the pregnancy a secret from Kazuya due to a fear of harm??? Make it fluff with a bit of angst

Jin Kazama x Pregnant Model Wife Headcanons

Once again, I apologize for taking so long! I tried my best to encapsulate everything you put in the request. Hopefully, it's what you wanted!

- It takes him a while to process the fact that you're pregnant. When you first break the news to him, he's just in shock. He experiences so many emotions at once that his mind just stops working. You better have a chair ready because Jin will need to sit down and process everything for a few moments.

- Once it sets in, he becomes angry with himself. He took every precaution to prevent this from happening, and yet somehow, it still did. It's his fault. It has to be. Jin blames himself for burdening you with a child potentially capable of mass destruction, and although he's tried to separate you from his family feud, you're bound to get dragged into it anyway, and it's all because of him.

- The fact that you're a model only makes matters worse. You already get a ton of publicity and exposure on a daily basis, but now that you're pregnant, that'll increase tenfold. With help from Lee and Lars, you and Jin have managed to keep both your relationship AND your marriage a secret so far. However, with a child on the way, it'll be impossible to keep that secret any longer. People will ask questions about the father's identity, and it's only a matter of time before the paparazzi find out the truth.

- Upon realizing this, Jin launches into full-on panic mode. As soon as he's revealed as the father of your child, his face is going to be all over the media. And Kazuya will be the first one to see it. Jin isn't entirely sure what his father would do, but he has his suspicions. He can only imagine the sheer horror of G Corp soldiers busting down your door, hunting you down like hound dogs trying to take you and the kid. If those suspicions are correct, then you'll likely be forced into hiding until the war is over. As long as Kazuya retains his powerful position, there's no telling how much danger you'll be in.

- Additionally, the people closest to him are sure to freak out. Xiaoyu and Hwoarang would panic, and he already knows Lars won't take kindly to it. He's not sure how Lee or Alisa would react, and that uncertainty only makes him more nervous. Jin knows that he should tell his loved ones before they find out through the media, but the mere thought of mentioning it makes his heart skip a beat.

- To top it all off, Jin's main mission is to exterminate his bloodline once and for all. The fact that you are now pregnant is pretty much the opposite of what he wanted.

- His course of action was to take Kazuya's life, then take his own. He was ready to sacrifice himself so that the Devil Gene would no longer exist. As much as he loved the people closest to him, as much as he adored and cherished every moment with you, he knew deep down that the world would be better off without people like him.

- But now, this complicates everything. He doesn't want to take his own life and leave you to raise the kid by yourself. Sure, friends and loved ones might help you out, but at the end of the day, you're going to have a lot of responsibility on your hands. Additionally, Jin knows how it feels to have grown up without a proper father figure, and he'd seen how difficult it was for his mother. He knows how it feels to have lost a parent, and no matter how much time passes, it will always hurt. Does he really want his child to witness those same struggles? To feel the same pain? Does he really want to leave you behind, after everything you've been through?

- Beneath that cold, edgy exterior, there's a soft spot in his heart that truly wants to settle down with you, but he doesn't believe it'll be possible.

- As he tries to solve his dilemma, a million questions race through his mind. Like, what if the kid has the Devil Gene? Will he have to kill his own child? But it's not just his child; it's your child too, and he can't bear to imagine the pain you'd feel if that were to happen.

- But then, what if the kid doesn't have the Devil Gene? What if they turn out to be a normal kid? In that case, he'd care for them and love them until the end.

- But that's when a thought strikes him.

- Why does it matter whether they have the Devil Gene or not? They're still human, after all. They still deserve love and compassion and nurturing. Just because they have the Devil Gene doesn't mean they're inherently evil; they still deserve a chance. Hell, Jin himself has it, and although he's done some terrible things, he's trying his hardest to atone for them.

- Maybe Jin could help teach them how to control it. Not that he really has control over it himself, but that's okay. Maybe they could learn together. Maybe that could be their way to bond.

- That's when he starts to realize how happy this truly makes him. He loves you more than life itself, and the fact that he's going to have a child with you is one of the greatest blessings life can give him. Being a father will come with a lot of responsibility, but Jin is willing to bear it and do the best he can for his kid. He realizes that he is willing to undergo the trials and tribulations that loom ahead, and he will fight to the ends of the Earth to keep you both safe.

- Jin will try and convince you to take a break from modeling and lay low for a while, as any publicity will become more dangerous as time passes on. You think it would be suspicious to just drop off the face of the Earth, which is why you let your agency know beforehand that you're going to be taking a hiatus for personal matters.

- As the baby starts growing and it becomes progressively obvious that you're pregnant, you will be heavily discouraged from going outside at all. For the baby's safety as well as your own, it's best that you refrain from going out in public where the paparazzi are bound to catch you.

- Naturally, Jin becomes very protective over both of you. He starts treating you like a glass vase because he's scared of hurting you somehow. He also gets slightly paranoid around the others and sticks by your side to make sure nothing happens to you.

- He still blames himself a lot for everything that's happening, and he's sorry that you can't just have a normal pregnancy. You have to reassure him that no one's at fault for this, and you're just as willing to fight for the baby as he is. If you have to break away from your normal life to keep them safe, then so be it. It'll all be worth it in the end.

- With a lot of encouragement from you, Jin confides in his friends, starting with Lee, who is happy to help you guys out. As the CEO of a well-known company, he can try to pull some strings and get the press to leave you alone. While it's no guarantee that they'll be gone completely, Lee will try his best to hold them off for a little while. He'll also give you a secret place to stay, stocked with plenty of food and water.

- Lars almost freaks out but manages to keep himself composed. He congratulates both of you and agrees to help you out in whatever way possible. If there's anything you need, be it more food, more water, or just more paper towels, he and Alisa will go out shopping and get it for you.

- Alisa and Xiaoyu are super excited and happy for you. Although the circumstances are not ideal, they still want to make sure that you enjoy yourself and celebrate your pregnancy. In fact, they've already started planning your baby shower.

- Hwoarang also ends up being super supportive. Though he makes himself out to be a tough guy, he has a big soft spot for babies. Rest assured, he will fight tooth and nail to keep this kid safe. Also, Hwoarang has officially proclaimed himself the child's godfather, and there is nothing you or Jin can do about it.

- If Jin's stressed out, you let him lay down and press his ear to your belly. Listening to the baby and being physically close to you has become the most calming feeling in the world to him.

- If Jin doesn't know what to do in certain situations, he'll stop and ask himself what Jun would do. He loves his mother deeply and thinks very highly of her. She was a loving and nurturing woman, so when it comes to taking care of you, he tries his best to emulate that kindness. Jun was a wonderful parent, as well as an excellent role model. When the baby arrives and he officially becomes a parent, Jin deeply hopes he'll turn out to be half as good as she was.

- He will constantly ask you if there's something he can do better. From this point forward, Jin will always be questioning whether or not he's doing the right thing. Your input is valuable to him, and if there's any advice or guidance you have to give, he'd greatly appreciate it.

- At the end of the day, Jin wants to be the best father he can be. Your child's happiness, as well as your own, mean the world to him. No one can take either of you away from him, and Angel have mercy on those who dare try.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Switching Roles

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m), praise kink, rope bondage, rope play, dom reader, use of cock ring.

Word Count: 3535

Summary: After last time, you wanted to give ropes another try with at least one of your Yautjas. Vic'tao is the victim this time. This is one of the few times he lets you dominate him, you had to take the chance and run with it.

Author Note: I decided to switch the roles. Ah, I'm so funny. Anyhow, hope you enjoy getting a Yautja to beg and whimper.

P.S. Also, those interested in 'The Monarch'. I am working on it, I promise. I'm just trying to figure the best route to go!

Ao3

Masterlist

After last time, you’ve learn what to do and not to when it came to ropes and Yautjas. Those last ones you’ve used were ripped as if they were cotton, left to be shreds on the floor. Vic’tao disregarded them so easily and had you pinned the moment his patience snapped.

A lesson had been learned.

Countless hours of research and testing, you finally believed you had gotten your hands on a rope they couldn’t destroy while it held comfort. Those two points were what mattered when it came to tying your lovely hunters and doing whatever you wanted with them. Comfort and durability.

The rope was soft and glided across your skin without causing any pain or burns. Perfect. If it didn’t hurt your fragile skin, you knew it wouldn’t them either. Yet, when it came to keeping either of them tied up without fraying or snapping. That was a whole different situation. That was something you couldn’t test on yourself. Instead, you had decided to have Uihoy try his damn hardest, nails, claws, and all to break it.

It held up without wear or tear. You were giddy when leaving his workspace. A newfound joy blazed your heart with life. Now, it was ready to be used on Vic’tao and Uihoy when the time came.

That opportunity came. Sooner rather than later.

Vic’tao was reluctant to allow you to tie him once more with rope. Last time you had, he simply tore them apart and had his way with you. Well, until Uie had interrupted him. The damn elder didn’t let him come that night or touch you to possibly relieve his frustrations.

When the fabric slide across his scales though, Vic immediately noticed the difference. This wasn’t the same one as before. As he knelt before you, barely shorter than your standing form, he eyed you with suspicion. You noticed and patted the top of his head like a pet. “It’s going to be okay, love. You remember your signals?” you asked and stopped what you’re doing. He was your main focus right now.

This sort of deal was different compared to what he’s used to. Always the dominate one. He took command over you and Uihoy. He wasn’t always a nice dom though. That’s way you had to keep a watchful eye and ear out for him. You had to read his body language encase he didn’t want to continue. Despite being a deadly creature, you knew they had soft hearts that you loved to care for.

The Yautja nodded his head, tresses swaying with the movement. “Good boy. Remember, if you don’t like something, tell me. I will never be mad at you, alright?” you stated firmly and pulled the strand of rope in hand. His body rocked forward at the movement. Vic nodded again. This time, you shook your head at him. “Words, baby, words. I need to hear you.”

If his species could visbly blush, the skin around his mandibles would be flushed neon green. Vic felt vulnerable in this position. At the same time, he knew he trusted you fully and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes, I will tell you. Promise.” You purred at his statement with a glowing smirk. He felt his cock push at his closed sheath, growing with the blood rushing.

A gentle kiss was place between his brows. Vic chirped. Then, you returned to your mission of binding him to your will. He looked so gorgeous like this. It filled you with a power that you loved to taste and feel flowing through your veins. Just like last time. Yet, he wasn’t going to escape this time. Not again. Not on your watch.

You pull a familiar box to your side and dug through it. With a raised thigh, you were able to keep the contents hidden from sight. Vic’tao was strict about not using a blind fold on him. His sight was something he needed, and you respected that.

The corners of your mouth was pulled high as you glanced at the giant out of the side of your eye. Said alien tilted his head and clicked at with questions. “You’ll see soon enough,” you responded and carefully moved closer to him. The items in hand were held behind your back. “Now, I need you to be really good for me. Think you can do that?” It was all teasing him, testing him due to the last time something similar happened. Uihoy made him learn you were in control. You were seeing if that still sticks, if he remembers who’s the boss.

Vic’tao groaned from deep in his chest and bowed his head. His skin was set ablaze, fire running along the scales that covered him. Yet, you didn’t move or touch him. You needed him to answer. A ability he didn’t know if he had that moment.

From the depths of his brain, he mauled over his thoughts before whining. He lifted his head to look at you with raised brows. Like a puppy dog begging for a piece of bacon. You cooed and cupped one of his lower mandibles. “I know sweet boy. But I need you to say that you’ll be good, okay?” you said, voice honeyed and soft in the air. He keened and strained his bindings.

They didn’t fray or make a sound. You smirked widely.

He released a huff of warm air, body relaxing. “I’ll be good,” he grumbled, eyes drifting back to the floor. You couldn’t help the echo of a giggle in the room.

Then, your hands touched him where he needed you the most. The softness of your palms and delicacy of your fingertips had him purring up a needy storm. Until he felt something wet and cool touch his tip. Immediately his eyes he didn’t know were closed shot up to find a silicone ring he’s seen before. You roll it down the length of his cock, over the pulsing knot at his base, to sit snug around the hilt. His body was trembling with buzzing energy. An energy that needed to be used before he burst from these blasted ropes and take you. He purred thicker at the thought and watched you.

“Pauk me,” he groaned and jerked his hips up into your hands. You released your hold on him and stared down at the cock ring nestled perfectly. The vibrator was a nice touch but not one you were going to use on him this time. No, a heavier, high powered one was better than that one.

You twisted your torso and reached back into your box of goodies. A soft pink vibrator was pulled out into the light of day. Vic’tao paused, eyes zeroing in on the newly shown device. Countless times, he’s seen it in action on you.

Never on him.

There was a curious gnat that buzzed in the back of his mind. It poked and prodded with a need to know. A remainder of his youngblood self. He’s felt the one attached to that blasted ring before. Tortured and edged to the brink. And that one was small. It had made little noise, produced little energy in the air. This one. He’s heard before. Thrice the power than the other one.

Trickles of uneasy dribbled into his veins as he eyed the toy. You set it down next to you and rested your hands on his lower mandibles. With a soft tug, you were able to lift his head up to meet his gorgeous striking eyes once more. “Do you want me to touch you some more?” you tease and let a hand slide down to his naked throat. You feel him swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.

His spilt tongue darted out to taste the tense air. Almost, his eyes rolled into his head as he scented your arousal. The sight something you read and lightly tapped him. He chuffed at the distraction and strained at the ropes once more. They didn’t give once. He growled and tried to shuffle closer to you.

The peaceful hold on his throat turned threatening. Your nails bit into his flesh, dull but held a promise that had his blood singing. Instinctively, his body froze at the silent command. It was you who was in charge. You made that clear. “Stay,” you ordered and squeezed to further set in stone what the situation was.

Despite his dominate personality, his cock jumped, slapping against his abdomen. The neon green head already leaking with sticky precum. You eyed him, gaze drawn down towards the movement. A gracious lift of your lips had his blood evaporating from his form.

If he believed he had died and gone to Cetanu’s hunting ground before… When he saw you lean down, mouth opening, he truly knew his soul had left him completely. But it wasn’t until your lips surrounded the tip that he knew his fate was sealed.

Your thickly muscled tongue found his slit easily and forged a path with that muscle. His heart stuttered in his chest, barely able to work in these conditions. Vic’tao’s hands clenched into his fists, desperate to saw through the rope. He needed you so badly that you didn’t know. He’s never felt this way before. Not in this way.

A keen broke the quiet of the air. The Yautja above you squirmed once more in his bonds but they held steady, not making a sound of complaint. You continued to lave at the head of his cock with just your tongue sliding between the valley of his slit at the tip. He kept twitching, harshly with a lust you were soon to fulfill.

That’s when you decided to let the palm on his cheek drop down to his balls. Soft fingertips brushed against his tight sac. Unlike your own species, they weren’t fully hung low. The skin was taut but thick, not exposing the most important part of him out to the world. Yet, it was still sensitive.

It sent spikes of pleasure racing up his spine. His whole body shivered and trembled worse than a leaf. You felt them throb and pull up into his pelvis. Vic’tao’s cock pulsing heavily with need just resting in your mouth. There was no other place you wanted to be. Him, on the other hand, wanted to be buried to the hilt inside of you, seed filling your womb and knot sealing all of him inside of you. The perfect place to be.

Compared to other times, he felt ready to come so soon. Yet, something he learned from last session like this, the silicone ring around his base prevented him from coming easily. His cock jumped, slipping from your mouth to slapping with a wet noise against his stomach again. You straightened your back to watch him twitch with his hips thrusting for any kind of friction. The cock ring was working heavily in your favor. You felt pride enter your bloodstream to have already so close with little time.

“Aww, sweet thing. I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” you said with a honeyed tone. Your fingers brush against the underside of his pulsating shaft. Right when they were about to grace his tip, you pulled away and placed a kiss on an upper mandible. The male choked and tried to break his bonds once more.

He was desperate for your touch and you took it away when you were about to touch him where he needed you most. “It’s alright, love. I’m going to take care of you. Be patient though. Can you do that for me?” you taunted and shuffled away from him. Vic’tao attempted to follow you like the lost puppy he is. “Stay.”

Just with one word, he stopped in his tracks. His whole demeanor has changed. His eyes were blown wide, slightly giving him a pathetic look you were eating up. You tapped the area between his mandibles with a finger. “Good boy.”

One of the most woeful whines pierced the quiet air. You raised a brow at him with a question within your eyes. From the edges of your vision, Vic’tao’s long, neon green cock twitched. More precum leaking from the tip and rolling down the length of him. Before it could go to waste, you used a finger to swipe it up and lick it off of your fingers.

Vic’tao felt something shatter inside of him. All thoughts of staying a hint of preserved was lost to the sea that consumed his mind. With all of strength, he pulled and fought against his bonds. Fully.

They did not break. They did not creak. They did not give.

It shocked him out of that state. His gaze snapped up to your smirking features. A glint of pride and courage shined at him. He growled and tried to escape once more. Claws and muscles used against the simple fabric holding him in place. Nothing happened. He was truly stuck. Presented to your will. The realization sunk into his bones, settling far deeper than he wanted.

What he wanted was you. And you were being a damn tease! He could almost cry those salty tears like you at this.

Once more, you scooted close to him and rested a palm on his chest. ”Aww, poor baby. do you want me to take care of it for you?” The other hand came to squeeze at those beautiful thighs of his. Despite whatever dignity was left in his lustful body, he rapidly nodded his head. He swore he heard you purr with delight.

“Alrighty, I’ll let you come. You best be good and listen to when I say to.” Vic’tao chirped and dipped his head again. The words were really going in one ear and out the other. All he knew was the ring was being removed. Then he could come at least on you. Maybe you’ll let him push into you. Any hole. He wasn’t going to complain where.

You petted his thigh before carefully using two hands to slide the ring off of him. It was difficult without hurting him or having to cut the band. His knot had grown to its full size, a sign that told you he so desperately close. With some luck and lube, you were finally able to remove it and place it next to the box.

More precum dribbled down in thicker spurts. A couple of finger swipes prevented those from touching the bedroom’s ground. Vic’tao growled and snarled each time you did so but didn’t come. And you praised him for that.

Now, as you sat back to admire this sweet thing desperate for touch – for your touch, you mauled over what to do next. He deserved his release. Where though? There were so many different options and routes to go.

A part of you wanted to loosen the ropes that tied his hands together behind his back. Then he could bend you over at your command and fuck you with his knot and hard cock. That feels like you were giving control back over to him. You didn’t want that. He was yours to do what you pleased to do with.

Instead, you rested your upper forearms on his thick thighs. Vic’tao’s cock now presented in front of you, gorgeous and leaking. It jumped again, bouncing off of his abdomen once more. “Don’t come until I tell you, okay sweet thing?” you ordered him with hooded eyes.

He swallowed the thick lump in his throat and dipped his head. The smirk on your features wasn’t going away anytime soon. By god, you could eat him up when he’s like this. So handsome, strong, fearless, and sounds like heaven. “Good boy.” You snatched the middle of his cock before he could move away from you. He pulsed like his strong, steady heart in your grasp. “Yeah, you like that.” It was the perfect amount of talking he liked. Just enough to keep him from drifting off to lavish in the pleasure that you gave him.

With your tongue, you pressed it flat against the underside and licked up. Just from that, you could see how much a struggled to stop from coming. Guilt rose up inside of you. You couldn’t let him suffer for much longer like this. It almost broke your heart. He’s been good long enough. He’s been your good Yautja for you. All for you.

“You’ve been so good, Vic’tao. So very good. I want you to come down my throat. Can you do that, love?” The question and words almost completely flew over his head due to what you first said. It had distracted him. But once more, he nodded needily and jerked his hips up at you.

You wrapped your lips softly around the tip and suckled while your tongue played with his underside. With a hand firmly around him, he couldn’t move or accidentally twitch. Not this time. He wasn’t escaping you again. He was yours to consume now.

A choked roar sounded from the back of his throat. He cried out, hands clawing at the ropes without much thought. Vic’tao needed something to hold onto. He needed something to ground himself with. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t.

His hips rocked harshly forward. The hand around him prevented anything bad from happening. That didn’t stop you from taking him as deep as possible the moment before he came undone. He filled your throat completely. With both his cock and thick cum. You swallowed the best you could around, further stroking him and prolonging his orgasm.

The palm around his base felt the ball of flesh that made up his knot harden. A huge gush of cum spurted from his tip, immediately going down your throat. You forced him further into you and felt the familiar bulge form in your throat. A sight he loves to see. Unfortunately, this position didn’t offer that to him.

Vibrations from a groan raced up his length. He gasped, muscles bulging with all of he’s worth. This orgasm kept going and going and going. You were milking him dry with just your mouth and hand alone. Then, you looked up at him through your lashes.

He felt himself snap again. But there was nothing he could do besides sit and endure your torture. Until these ropes were removed.

Your lips were pushed against his knot, unable to take anymore. An even suction was kept on him and pulled as much cum from as possible. Your eyes stayed locked with his, unable to look away. You felt him twitch deep in your throat.

That’s when you finally felt the burn of your lungs calling for oxygen. All good things must come to an end. You pull off of him with a loud ‘pop!’ and gasp for needed air. Pants filled the tense atmosphere, both from Vic’tao and yourself. Yet, your eyes never left him as you straightened your back and wiped the dribble off from your chin. When you shifted on your knees, they brushed against the forgotten vibrator. Well, there’s always next time.

Both of your hands cupped at his cheeks as you smiled softly. You licked at your lips before speaking. “You did so well for me. How do you feel? The ropes aren’t hurting you, are they?” It was your turn to care for him. He was yours to care for in the aftermath.

Vic’tao grunted to clear his throat. “Off,” is all he rasps. Concern filled your veins to the brim, overflowing into your body. In matter of seconds, you were racing to pull at the ropes that kept him tied up. Quickly, they were loosened until they fell off of him.

He pounced.

His heavily, lean body shoved you back and hovered over you. Some of his weight resting on you and kept you between a rock and a hard place with nowhere else to go. His face buried into the crook of your neck, tongue lavishing against the sweat building up there. A groan rumbled through his chest.

Now that he was free, he humped his hips against your mound, unable to slip in. A pathetic whine escaped him. “Please.” It had hit you. He’s still in his sub mindset, despite the ropes now removed from his body. A grin grew on your face. All worries before were wiped away. But it fell away as you put a honeyed expression on.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” you spoke calmly and ran your hand over one of his upper mandibles. You reached between your two bodies and grasped at him. Vic’tao hissed, eyes clenched shut. With that hold on him, you guided him to where he needed to be. At the feel of you, he thrusted forward, almost entering you. But the slick and cum that coated had him slipping away.

Vic’tao growled with sexual frustration that ended with a whine. “I know, love. It’ll be okay. You can use me.” At your words, he left himself finally enter you with a breathy moan. “Yeah that’s it,” you groaned with him, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

And the rest was history. Sticky, wet, exhausted history.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

How do you think the M6 would react to a lying MC? Whether it’s to them or some one else is up to you or how extreme the lie is. Thank you, Arcana Headcannon Jesus <3

The Arcana HCs: M6 and the lies MC tries to tell them

~ oh boy, i did not expect being called Arcana Headcannon Jesus to hit my religious trauma like that, that was a vibe check lol

considering how in the stories MC tends to omit the truth at worst and be painfully blunt at best, i'm going to write them as a terrible liar just as a personal design choice. and also because it makes me laugh. thanks for the prompt, anon, i hope it makes you smile! - brainrot ~

Julian

You can totally read his handwriting

You love it when he writes you love letters, they warm your heart, but truthfully you can only make out maybe a quarter of the words on the page

But you can't tell him that because you don't want him to feel like all that beautiful poetry went to waste

At least you think it was poetry

You're running some errands, does he need anything?

Ah, a list of obscure medical devices. Which may or may not be available. And he wrote it down for you, how sweet!

You're so busy trying to decipher the ink blotches that you don't notice his smirk

He totally believes you can read his writing, and all the words on the paper are totally not made up medical jargon

He never says anything because he lives for the moment he can bend over your shoulder and murmur the words he wrote into your quickly reddening ear

Asra

You don't mind the questionable objects they bring into the shop without warning at all

Nope, not the bidet-shaped flamethrower

Or the screeching rattle he replaced the shop's front door bell with that makes every incoming customer jump

Or their favorite painting containing colors that the human eye was not intended to see, prominently hung on your kitchen wall

Or the jar of kool-aid pickled garlic, which he still can't open even though it's been slowly emitting a toxic stench for the last month, and which he refuses to part with because he hasn't been able to try it yet

They love you, but they love pranking you too, and seeing your reactions makes them giggle

He would never cause you any harm though

Which is why their collection of poison spitting cacti stays in a pocket realm, next to the void that wouldn't stop teaching the stove salamander explosive curse words

Nadia

You know royal etiquette like it's second nature

You know all the titles there are, you never get things like pontifex and praetor and procurator mixed up

The table place settings make total sense, who wouldn't use a slightly different type of fork to eat every kind of dish?

And nothing entertains you more than petty politics, nothing at all

In fact, you don't even find Nadia's highly accomplished family remotely intimidating

They're perfectly normal people, just like you, and you are just like them, every move is graceful and your clothes are always pristine

Nadia adores your spirited approach and will happily move purposefully slowly at the dinner table so you know which fork to grab and how to eat the complicated dishes that get served

According to her, you know what you're doing better than anyone else does

Muriel

You can reach and lift anything he can, no problem

You just need a little more time, but you'll get it

You can get the fallen tree split up for firewood and carted into storage, no biggie

Okay so the sun is setting now and you started before lunch and it never takes him longer than half an hour, but you took a lot of breaks okay

But if he wants to spend time with you that badly, he can help a little

Now you just need to lift those bowls down to eat, you've got this, you're a good climber

You never develop any suspicions around why daily necessities always end up on the top shelves, or why Muriel is so open to you helping with outside chores

He likes being needed

The face you make when you're frustrated is adorable

And he loves that you will never admit it

Portia

Please, you can absolutely keep up with her energy levels

Walking to the palace to get a shopping list

And trekking down into the city and through the floating market, the center marketplace, and the south end market to get everything

All to climb back up countless stairs with all your purchases

And walk through all the hallways to give everything to the multitude of requesters

And then back to the cottage for the evening

So you can cook the big evening meal and sweep and mop the floors and spend a few hours weeding the garden

And then all the way back out to the Rowdy Raven for a night of drinking and dancing

And then all the way back home so you can go to bed

She never pressures you to join her, but she always invites you

Hey, she likes spending time with you and you're cute when you're flushed

Lucio

You believe all his tall tales, they're so realistic

Dove to the depths of the ocean and defeated a giant minnow? Totally

Took out a thousand trained killers with one swipe of his mighty gauntlet? Mmmhm

Climbed to the top of the highest mountain to pluck some stars from the sky, which is how he got these diamonds? Of course

He can go days without eating or drinking and never crave sustenance? That tracks, he doesn't have a gluttonous bone in his body

He knows he can be narcissistic sometimes, but he's not *that* delusional

But he likes seeing your little smile as you indulge his fantasies, because you do it out of love and not mockery

And maybe he likes pretending just for a minute that what he's saying is true

[mooniebunny]

English translation of the letters Cellbit left for his friends (and Cucurucho)

Letter to Forever: 

Forever,

I don’t know how you must be seeing me now.

If everything worked out, things must have been very weird that you suspected about my infiltration plan.

You are very smart, I believe so.

The past few days has been a torture more than I could ever imagine.

What Cucurucho did with the chainsaw doesn't even compare to the pain of fighting and lying every day to the people closest to me.

 It hurts to feel the deception.

But it was the only way.

The initial plan was to surprise Cuzãorucho (Cucurucho) at the court but the Vivo meme gave me the perfect opportunity to make a little scene and make it look like I had a reason to fight.

Cucurucho doesn't understand feelings and desires very well, so that should be enough to make him believe.

And it worked.

I’ve never been so alone but seeing you taking the lead and fighting so fiercely made me proud.

It’s all been harder than I thought but that’s the only way we can get any type of real information. 

After all the effort, all the fight, all the puzzles, we still didn’t find ANYTHING about the Federation. Anything. 

I hope I can be there to explain to you in person but if you are reading this book, something must have gone wrong.

I was forced to do things that I’d never do and say things I’d never say. 

And even trying to get the lies through, even trying to make you guys suspect, very deep in my plan… It was still bad. And I know that maybe no one in this island would ever trust me again. 

I burned everything. But that was the only way.

I left a book for Richarlyson in the beginning of everything, I didn’t want him to be with his heart broken and maybe that was my biggest mistake.

But I was willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING to take this egg out of this island. Everything. 

And that’s what I did. 

Apologize to Bad for the things I said about Dapper, to Max for Sofia and to the French people for the suspicions.

I’m sorry for what I did to you XP farm, I know how much you and Richas worked on it and every spawner I was breaking was a knife in my heart.

Honestly, I think that they would break it already because it was VERY cool…

But they made ME break it… to test if I was really willing to do anything for the Federation.

Tomorrow is the day that I officially become part of the Federation.

It’s my “entrance process”.

We’ll finally get new information. I’m VERY anxious… and nervous. 

I did all this for RIcharlyson.

I did all this for Felps.

I did all this for the Order.

I did all this for you guys.

I hope it was worth it.

Explain to Bad, Max and Quackity. And tell Foolish he’s a lovely person.

Sofia’s password that is changed is now “Regret”.

And if those bastards from the Federation make the mistake of keeping me alive…

I’ll be back.

Eyes always open, Forever.

1st Page of Roier’s letter (forever didn’t read because it was for Roier):

Roier,

The Federation asked me to survey you, and send them reports about how you were feeling.

And I had to do it to try and infiltrate them.

But just know that EVERYTHING I said to you I meant it.

TazerCraft letter: 

Moços, 

I know that our past isn’t the best. And I know you guys must have believed I became that monster again.

But that’s not me anymore.

Cell died on that island. I’m not that (monster).

I missed you two a lot and I wanted to be able to play more hidden and seek and try to organize an EGG SCAVENGER HUNT with you guys on Chume Labs.

Sorry for not being able to.

I love you two and you guys are amazing dads for Richas too.

He loves to spend time with you, even though you are crazy,

I think that nobody amuses him more than Tazer and Craft.

At least I won’t need to catch the red wool again.

Take care guys. And explode this asshole Cucurucho.

You already fought with Herobrine so this shitty bear is nothing.

Cucurucho Letter (basically 22 pages of...):

VAI TOMAR NO CU - FUCK YOU - LO VA A JODER - VA TE FAIRE FOUTRE - VAI TOMAR NO CU - FUCK YOU - LO VA A JODER - VA TE FAIRE FOUTRE - VAI TOMAR NO CU.....

Richarlyson Letter:

Richas,

I tried my best. I’m so sorry son.

I wanted to take you out of this island. This place is not safe and the Federation won’t let us leave.

When I arrived, I never thought I’d have to take care of someone… but what you became was more than that.

I’m sorry for not being there all the time. Every neuron I burned with those puzzles, the hours I spent locked in that office…

It was all for you, Richarlyson.

Keep trusting you dad Forever, Pac and Mike… and if in some way i can bring him back, trust dad Felps too.

By the way, Dad Quackity really loves you and he wants to protect you. I was suspecting him in the beginning but I heard the truth in his voice.

If i’m not here anymore…. Dad Quackity now has my 20%, Okay?

I’m sorry if in any way I made you feel lonely.

Remember when I told you about that moment in my life where I felt completely lonely?

Loneliness is one of the worst prisons.

Even worse than the one me and dad Pac and Mike were and even worse than this island.

I’m sorry for making you suffer too.

This is my biggest regret.

I love you, your stubborn egg.

Go and learn how to fish anything that is not a crab.

Imortalyson forever.

Book Cellbit gave Richarlyson telling about his plan:

I need them to trust me. It's the only way.

I love you.

I love dad Forever.

I need them to believe in the opposite.

It’s gonna hurt and I’ll have to to terrible things but I will destroy them from the inside. All of them.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

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Okay - because I’m in a rage of not finding fics I’m going to throw this idea out there for everyone to see (maybe they’ll make it and can tag me)

So obviously a Ryan x Reader because that’s what I’m wanting to see

So at first reader pulls into the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch looking for work and pulls out this stunning Bay Quarter Horse and every single one of the ranch hands think she’s going to be this snobby, rude, entitled Barrel Racer. BUT the thing is she’s not. She’s a breakaway roper champion (also inspired since the NFR is happening right now) she’s pretty close to those top standing.

The reason why she’s being thought of as a barrel racer is because she’s using a nickname. Ryan would be the one kind of onto her but is also conflicted because of her actions. Then - she leaves the ranch because she felt like the longer she would be there the more conflicted she would be to keep rodeoing. Though since later Jimmy starts doing broncs and rodeo events the Yellowstone goes out to watch and before he breaks his neck breakaway was announced. When she walks into the box none of the wranglers could believe it because it was her and her stunning bay, although the shock Ryan always knew it.

After the rodeo ends she’s getting ready to leave, horse loaded, running lights and truck on. Ryan stayed back for a bit wanting to find out the reason she left the ranch. (it could honestly go whatever way the writer wants angst or a happy ending) After a month or so of trying to get her back to the ranch, she finally does what her hearts been telling her to do. She joins in the Reining competitions with everyone, she supervises the chaos, and most importantly she doesn’t have the suspicion of being a barrel racer.

Because of Ryan she still goes to rodeos and still does her absolute best and after the finals show they’re getting her horse settled in. pampered and all that jazz. While their doing that Ryan asks her for a official date and since they’ve been friends for going on 3 years they become official.

Honesty all that came from me just rambling so change how you want to, maybe make it a OC, have your own name for the horse I was thinking Whiskey, Gambler, Poker, or Diva. (Mare or Gelding) Maybe a series is best for this since a relationship can’t spark in a day but…

[winter-spark]

Citron's Love and Limited Self Value Disguised as Coldness & Selfishness!

Okay! So, I said I had thoughts back in December about Citron's coldness & 'selfishness' so let me actually share them now. (I was starting to doubt doing this but one of my mutuals said I should share my thoughts on a3! things and that they'd like to hear them, and this is one I really wanted to share so here I go!)

Intro/Too long; didn't read:

There are three things that I feel are true about Citron:

He loves and values everyone so much.

For the longest time, he saw himself as a title

These things combined into him making decisions that on the surface come off as cold and or selfish but underneath are dripping in love and care.

Table of contents

Paragraphs 1 -3: Fleeing Zafra Paragraphs 4 -6: Joining & Leaving Mankai Paragraphs 7-9: Leaving Guy & Lies Paragraphs 10-14: Citron vs Tangerine and their Dad Paragraphs 15-16: Good now right? Paragraphs 17-22: Tangerine in Citron's Past Role {additional thoughts on this: here.} Paragraphs 23-24: Conclusion

Let's begin with the reason he even fled Zafra in the first place. Citron was being targetted, by those who thought his brothers were better fit to rule than he. And he was aware of this being the reason strange things were happening. At least, seeing as Guy had the suspicion/knew, I don't see why Citron wouldn't have.

Instead of voicing what was going on or raising any suspicions, he just left. He couldn't let them win win because his only value is his role, he's the Crown Prince. It's all he is. But he loves his people and he loves his brothers. He's not going to cause them any problems. They want him gone. Alright, he'll leave, silently without a word to anyone. Is it selfish to leave those who care deeply about you with a word? Well, some people might say, "obviously" but Citron loves so much and refuses to stop existing in the only way he knows, so he couldn't say a word.

What was he supposed to do? Say goodbye to Tangerine and cause him to worry and rouse suspicion on others? Tangerine is very headstrong, he would've wanted to get to the bottom of it(pin on that). Similar thing with Guy, if Citron told him he wanted to leave, Guy likely would have suggested that he say something, if Guy didn't just follow him. He can't really go undercover with Guy around, and maybe he wanted Guy to have a break from being at his beck and call(more on that later). If he announced anything of this to his father, his father would have gotten to the bottom of it. Citron selfishly chose to leave, without a word. But when you think about his motives he wasn't just being selfish, he was trying to protect people because he cares so much.

Then he gets to Japan and ends up finding a struggling theater that just needs a few more hands. He's not gonna stay for long. He can't stay forever. But what's the harm in lending a hand? Afterall, he's always loved the arts.

But then something strange happens. He acts completely different than who he is, completely different than whats expected of him. And they value him anyway. It's beyond just needing another person for the play. They care about him as a person. It's not yet addressed not fully, not really but it's there. And he cares about them. So he pours his heart into them but keeps a distance as best he can, he can't stay he knows this. They can't learn more, they can't care more, they can't be sad about his departure.

Of course, they were gonna be, and of course, Guy was gonna find him. He knew his time was coming to a close when Tsuzuru brought that souvenir. So when Guy arrived, it wasn't the time to dwell on it. On his desires, on his wants. He wasn't allowed to have those. He's the Crown Prince. He must go ascend to the throne lest Orange do. As is his role. As is who he is. As is what he's good for. It's what he's meant to do. He didn't want to leave but he has to and it's going to be sad and hurt. And he loves Mankai, Spring Troupe so much, he doesn't want them to be too sad about his departure. So he creates a list of tasks--a distraction--one for each of them, he can't pretend he's not leaving but he can make it fun and silly for them. Itaru pays for a buffet, Tsuzuru joins him in Manzai, Masumi lets him have some time with Izumi. They're small things to prepare for the goodbye but they can't have an actual goodbye, it'd be too sad. So he gives Sakuya the task of performing with Mankai, something he never plans to do but is something nice for Sakuya to look forward to he doesn't realize the hope he's planting, the hint he's leaving of his own desires, but he does. I believe it's called a Freudian Slip. And that's what he does by putting Sakuya last, with Chikage's Vanishing Citron act before it.

But! Before we move on we can't leave out his love for Guy. Leaving Mankai, Spring Troupe without a real goodbye is harsh, it's selfish, it's unfair, they weren't ready, he left too fast. It was sudden, no one really got any sort of closure. But leaving Guy behind(again) and telling the people of Zafra that Guy held him hostage against his will in Japan, that's cold, that's vicious, that's confusing. That's Citron's love.

When Citron was a little tiny child, he looked at that messed up soldier in training and decided that was his person. And overtime found out just how messed up he was, and Citron wanted to help. He wanted to prove to Guy he wasn't an android, wanted to get him in touch with his emotions to some extent, wanted to get him to be able to do things for himself. Here's where we continue on the "more on that later" point, Citron understands how much Guy has devoted himself to Citron and Citron specifically, and he wanted Guy to be able to be his own person, to have a freedom Citron couldn't have. I like to believe part of the reason he didn't take Guy along with him in the first place was to sort of start that divide, to let him exist on his own, as his own person. We know that goes into him leaving him in Japan with 0 way to return to Zafra. Citron wanted so much for Guy to find his own personhood, and connect with himself, his roots, and he knew Mankai was a great source of support for Guy, because Citron vetted them. Citron loved Guy so much he'd rather be without him than let Guy continue without his own sense of self, his own purpose. His freedom was ending but he wanted to gift Guy with it.

Was it one of the ugliest ways to do it? Oh absolutely, but Citron's quick and analytical. He knew if he just said he intended on leaving without Guy, Guy would have probably followed anyway. So he asked himself how can he ensure Guy's not going to follow him and has a way to remember his past, so he leaves Guy's charm with Izumi and he returns home lying that Guy was at fault for his absence. Guy can't come in, and even though Guy's been cast out of Zafra, Citron can see this as reassurance, he knows Guy is somewhere nice and he knows, in theory, Guy's not coming back to Zafra. Did Citron really never want to see Guy again? Of course not! Like Mankai, Citron loves Guy a lot, but Citron doesn't want to doom people to sorrowful fates.

Take his brothers for example. If Tangerine hadn't been apart of the rescue plot whatsoever, Citron would have done his best to still not rat out Orange and Navel. Citron been knew they wanted him out of the picture. He knew. But he doesn't want them to have to suffer. Even if they were never close like he'd have liked, even if they hated him, even if they were trying to steal the one thing he was allowed to exist as, even if they were trying to kill him. Citron loved his brothers and valued their well-being. He didn't want them to be in trouble surely not behind him and he would've kept that secret to his grave because of that.

But things can't always go how you want them or to your plan. Tangerine (unpinning that earlier point), is very headstrong and he sees things a little more equally. His brothers are all people, and two of them were apart of a plot to kidnap and murder his other brother. He was supposed to keep quiet about that? Lots of people were nearly injured in the event. Of course, he was going to tell his father what happened. Brothers or not that wasn't okay.

And the King, very much like Tangerine, sees things more equally. The King like Citron has a role he must fulfill but he doesn't seem to have the same problem as Citron where it's all he sees in himself(I think, he's seemed to spend very little time with his kids as they grew up so that up for debate), he loves but he can put that aside and think about what's fair for all parties.

It's not fair, for Orange and Navel to simply just be scolded because they are his sons, this was a serious offense, he must treat it as such. It's not fair, for Citron to lie to the people, to lie on his retainer who has done nothing wrong. There are many things to consider. Is him allowing Citron to be an ambassador(was that the word? Idr) of the arts being a little soft on him? Honestly, I don't know, maybe, but he loves his son and he understands that he must have been struggling and in fear of running away because he was being plotted against, not saying anything because he has a big heart. And he just nearly died. He can't let someone so willing to lie over being upfront and stopping issues early on because of feelings be the next in charge, but he knows Citron is very capable and he sees the warmth of Spring Troupe, Mankai with Citron. He understands that where the Palace lacked for Citron, Mankai picked up for it. Citron had a home away from home but also wanted to serve his country. The King, his father, didn't really want to take either away from him. So he gave him a new role, a way he can have both. [How did this become a meta about his dad? lol] This scene, Citron goes through likely a lot of emotions.

Being stripped of his role, the one thing he's lived for, his one purpose in life, the thing he's fought for jeopardizing his relationship with his brothers, his sense of value. That mess is heartwrenching, it's scary. He just failed to protect his brothers from punishment and he lost the one thing he refused to ever actually give up. Now what?

Now, his father gives him a gift. A gift truly of freedom, decorated in a nice bow of still being valuable to his country but also showing him that his value wasn't just his title. He didn't have to be Crown Prince to be worth something. Could he have left the title sooner? Who can say? But right now, his father is basically saying "I love you and I value your happiness" and what more could Citron really ask for? Things are starting to look up for Citron, Guy was able to start healing from his past, Citron gets to return to Mankai and exist and have value and above all be loved. Everything is great.

Except then there's Tangerine.

Many of Citron's problems growing up were tied to him being the Crown Prince, it's restricting, it expects a lot of you, and it's a sad existence. That's how Citron views the title of Crown Prince, even if subconsciously, it's a bad thing to be thrown upon someone. It's something that destroys your sense of worth. How could Citron do that to someone he loves so dearly? He ran off, to be happy, to have a sense of worth outside of the title of Crown Prince, he left his precious little brother for dead, and what kind of person is he to do that? His suspicions "confirmed", when Tangerine shows up unannounced after running away from home.

Citron is so used to seeing himself as "the Crown Prince" he doesn't even consider that Tangerine just missed his brother, or wanted to ask for some sort of comfort or advice or anything like that. Because Citron was the former Crown Prince and Tangerine is the current one. That's where is mind is at. Citron is reliving all those years mentally and worrying that Tangerine is living like he was. Why else would Tangerine run away and come see Citron, who was once in his position? So his love for Tangerine and his pain from only seeing himself as a title combine into guilt, and that guilt turns him cold.

He can't rub salt in Tangerine's wounds by showing how happy he is without the burdens of the crown staring him down. He can't flaunt his freedom. He can't bare seeing Tangerine suffer the way he did. So he frowns and he gets serious. There are expectations of the Crown Prince, too. And Citron has those embedded into his very being. And he tries to somewhat of what you'd expect someone to be after having prepared for a role for years to someone now in their role. And he tries to get Tangerine to go back as quickly as possible. And it's selfish to send someone away because of your own feelings and not what they've done but it's also so complicated for Citron.

He's not mad at Tangerine, he's sad for him and mad at himself and every second Tangerine's there is a reminder of all of that and a show of Citron being a bad influence probably. Citron's used to falling in line and fulfilling duties so as he becomes somewhat of what you'd expect of a serious mentor, it makes sense that he's falling back into that mentally, the proving oneself to the right/expected thing to do. A good older brother/mentor wouldn't let his brother who needs to be preparing for a big event miss practice and possibly the event. A good older brother doesn't brag about how good he has it now that the younger one has it worse.

Of course, thanks to Masumi's patience with Tangerine and Spring Troupe's patience with Citron, he was able to turn his love warm again. But it was a bit rough getting there. Like the other events before.

Honestly, there's so much more that can be focused on about Citron and a part of me wants to go on a tangent about the little slips he has like the wish he'd given Sakuya and how his emotions slip through in other ways like how he got kidnapped and stuff like that. But I should probably reread things again before/if I do that. The important part here is just that I'm so fascinated by how Citron is just so full of love but for so long lack a full sense of self outside of the Crown, (not to say he didn't have interests and desires but more in the sense that nothing he had interest in or desired fully mattered in the long run because it was insignificant to the role he was meant to play, in case I haven't made that clear) and how those things combine into actions that are cold and or selfish but also so layered and so full of care.

Citron is so !!! my heart! Idk how to put it quite into words but I haven't really seen people like full-on analyze him really (outside of some analyzing in fanfictions really funnily enough) and I wanted to just give him a bit of focus. Honestly, it was long over due with how much I talk about his brothers. I didn't even say everything I thought but that's okay. Just means more opportunity for me to talk about him again later.

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"Of course I knew you weren’t him, Batsy Jr.  If the original pulled a stunt like that, I’d be worried about his old-man knees.” from Dynasties and Dystopias on AO3 (full fic below)

Dick dropped to the floor, silent as a shadow, but the woman still knew he was there.

“Hmm, I was wondering when we’d meet again.” She turned, and Dick caught the flash of fangs and reflective blue eyes in the dark of the museum interior.  Well past the hours open to the public, the entire building interior was cast in deep shadows, periodically broken up by the blinking red lights of security cameras nestled into the alcoves.

Or at least, they should have been blinking.  They weren’t, at the moment.  He had the strangest suspicion that the woman had something to do with that.

The woman grinned a feral sort of grin and cartwheeled over to him with a careless sort of grace.  Coming to a halt, she quickly looked him up and down, and her grin disappeared, replaced faster and faster by a smile that was sly and strangely curious.

“You’re not him.”

Taken aback, Dick didn’t answer as quickly as he perhaps should have.  Granted, this wasn’t the first time a rogue had correctly guessed that he was covering for Bruce’s absence, but it was the first time a rogue had guessed it within a few seconds of meeting.  He would guess that Bruce had run into this woman once or twice before, given the familiarity of her tone.

He really didn’t want to follow the train of thought that accompanied Bruce and rogues dressed in a cat theme.

“I don’t suppose you’ll come quietly?”

The woman laughed, and he quickly noticed the necklace draped around her left arm as she reeled back with the motion.  But he didn’t make a grab for it.  Not yet.  This woman was dressed closely enough to Catwoman to be a convincing double, if not for the fact that her grin was distinctly less human than Selina’s had ever been.  Possibly a metahuman, but Dick couldn’t be sure without further information.

“Oh. I would, but it’d be such a boring first meeting, you know? Besides, I’d have to break out, and if I were to do that, well…unfortunate things happen all the time.”

“Her name’s Jinx.  Not quite a Catwoman copycat, but similar enough that her thefts go unattributed most of the time.  Metahuman, with enhanced strength and senses—”

The woman—Jinx—tsked chastisingly. “Naughty naughty, batsy jr. Talking about people in the room right in front of you.” Dick felt his heart drop a little when his comm—and Babs’s voice—abruptly cut out.  Their equipment was among the best in the world; Jinx clearly had more metahuman abilities than what was written in the sparse notes Babs had found.  Maybe short-range EMP pulses?

“You’ve met before then.” He tossed out a batarang as a warning shot, trying to get an idea of her fighting style or patterns of movement. The woman almost seemed to welcome the challenge, as she dodged artfully, letting the weapon lodge in the far wall.  The disturbance didn’t go unnoticed, and flashing red lights bathed the room in a violent glow as alarms blared.

“Oh, but of course.” She sashayed closer, posture loose with just enough tension to leap into motion at a moment’s notice. “Batsy jr., if the original pulled a move like that, I’d be worried about his old-man knees.”

Those teeth, too sharp and too bright, flashed in the light as she grinned.

“But enough chitchat.  Let’s dance, Batsy Jr.”

She leapt for him, a bo staff in her hands as if it had always been there, and Dick struggled to hold her back as they held there for a second, caught in the clash with the bo staff straining between them.  Which shouldn’t have been possible, considering the woman was barely five feet tall, if that.  Definitely meta, but without Babs in his ear, he wouldn’t have any more information on that front unless he could see it for himself here and now.

They separated and Jinx twirled her staff just in time to catch the edge of Damian’s sword.  The two weapons met in a clash of metal and sparks, neither bending.  Dick could see Damian straining and stepped in to back him up. Jinx moved back when he approached, putting space between the two of them and her.  Another twirl of that bo staff, and there was a wicked-looking hook on one end, slotted out in less than a second and as smoothly as rich cream. Clearly, she had access to decent gear and resources, if that was anything to go by.

She moved like lightning, using the hook to grab at the batarang trapped in the wall.  In the next second, she was throwing it, and Dick dodged, only to find the batarang actually flying through the air as she made a second throwing motion. The cape caught—of course it did—and Dick found himself attached to the opposite wall for a few seconds by a rogue piece of metal.

She’d actually faked him out.  With his own equipment, no less.

Snapping to action, he pressed the quick release on the garment and rejoined the fight.  But Jinx had managed to hook her staff onto the hilt of Damian’s sword and jerk it out of his hands in the few seconds Dick had been away.

Metal went clattering across the floor and Damian skittered to the side, dodging, as he pulled out secondary weapons.  Jinx, meanwhile, bolted.  Dick pursued, feet pounding.  She looked back at him and laughed as she ran for the gallery room. One of the few that had a skylight—roof access.  He snagged a bola from his belt and flung it with practiced accuracy.  Except that it just missed Jinx by an inch when she leapt to the side.  Unfortunate, and incredibly frustrating.

Jinx juked the minute he got close, but she couldn’t put enough distance between them to avoid Dick’s blows.  She took several, grunting at each impact, but to her credit, she didn’t buckle.  He’d have to add increased resistance to her file of meta abilities.  After he brought her in.

“Well,” she wheezed after a particularly punishing blow, “not that this hasn’t been fun, but—”

He swung, and Jinx dodged, managing to get lucky as she caught one of his legs with a quick swipe.  Jinx didn’t weigh nearly enough to knock Dick over, but she caught him precisely as his balance was shifting from one stance to the next.  Unfortunate for him, and very, very lucky for her. He struggled to regain his balance, but Jinx was already propelling herself up towards the ceiling with a slick grappling hook during his distraction.  By sheer strength alone, she hurled herself up and out through the only open panel. Barbara had mentioned super strength, but Jinx appeared to be wiry and lithe on top of that, making her slippery as an eel.  Something she was well aware of, given her fighting style.

And he wasn’t exactly free to engage in his usual acrobatics to counter her.

Jinx paused at the skylight, watching with amusement as Dick attempted to use his own grappling hook, only to have the equipment fail.  Fail.

Their equipment didn’t just fail.  Not like this, when he’d checked it before he left as a standard of procedure, but Damian was finding the same thing as he also attempted to pursue.

“Trust me little bird,” she called out, teasing, but in the darkness of the sky beyond the skylight, Dick could see very little beyond the flash of reflective feline eyes and inhuman fangs. “I’m just saving you a bigger headache by stealing this little trinket.  You can thank me later.”

Then she was gone.

Moments later, Babs’s voice, exasperated and worn thin, finally came back online.

“—B-man?  Dick? Look, you’ve got to be careful around Jinx; according to the file B compiled, he pinpointed her abilities as something to do with luck and probability.”

Dick sighed. “Yeah, I think I got that.”

But strangely enough, he found himself smiling.

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2.6 Too Hard to Handle

Written part below

Warnings: Mention of Death, PTSD, Family Trauma, Alcohol Abuse

Reader Discretion is Advised

You were 8 when your mom died suddenly. She had a heart attack at 28, and no one could see it coming. Your father, who loved your mother more than anyone else, was absolutely torn in two. For 2 years, your father struggled to take care of you, before deciding to give you to his mother, your grandmother, as he didn’t think he could care for you. He was in a band before your parents had you, and stayed with you both, agreeing that traveling wasn't the best way to raise you. Once you were safe with your grandmother, he started playing in the band again, traveling the world. He wasn't ever home, not long enough to see you anyways.

Your grandmother did everything she could to raise you the rest of the way, giving you as much love as you possibly could. But she could tell that some days it wasn't enough. Your other side of your family, the one Lumine and Aether are on, is known for all of the twins and triplets the family seems to have. At each family gathering, you would see your cousins with their respective “other” and family together. It was only Aether and Lumine, those two that would really interact with you, unbeknownst why. You never found out, but that side of the family blames you for your mother's death since her pregnancy and your birth was hard. The two of them knew this, but never told you, though, they thought that you had a sneaking suspicion.

Schooling wasn’t bad, but many of the same problems that you had in your personal life came up with you,  almost always being left out during school projects, or not having anyone to play with on the playground. You would come home to your grandmother, and it would break her heart seeing you so sad that you had no one really to talk to, always in your head. She had bought a gaming system and a few games, many of them being multiplayer, in hopes that it would give you the social interaction you needed. It was on your 12th birthday that you met both Xiao and Scara. 

There was even a point last semester before you graduated where you almost drank yourself to death. You see, you had a friend by the name of Eivane Longfellow, and it seemed like everything was fine. Your small friend group that you two were going to become best friends, though you had stated constantly that you would never fall in love with him, due to him being a prick at times. Well, suddenly he dropped all contact with you, and come to find out, he was trying to make you fall in love with him so he could use your smarts when it came to graphic design. Once he overheard you saying that you probably wouldn't fall in love with him, he found it pointless to keep talking to you. You are distraught at how someone could just betray your trust like that, going as far as slandering your name across campus to make him feel better about his relationship with you. You tried constantly to get him to answer your questions, but once he made it clear that you were just being used, you decided to do the same to him. 

Your trust had been broken greatly, and you started drinking heavily. Right after you graduated and got your job on campus, you moved into the apartment you were currently in. Well, you had gone dark for a couple of weeks before you started your job, and the 4 were worried about you. Xiao and Scara had gone over to your apartment, where they basically had to break in. They had found you unconscious on the floor. There was a clear indication that you had only really drunk and eaten nothing else for the last week. They managed to get you to the hospital, where the doctors told everyone that if they had waited any longer, you wouldn't have survived. It was like a slap in the face for the two of them.

Xiao had older siblings that took care of him, the youngest of them being 23 when he was 12. Their only guardian and the only person that could take care of them was their Uncle Zhongli. His siblings died in a car accident when he was a freshman, and it left only him and Zhongli. 

Scara doesn't have a good relationship with his mother, and for a while, his mother, Ei, didn't think of him being anywhere as good as his older sister Raiden. He was abused by a doctor when he was younger, and CPS sent him with his Aunt Buer, whom some of them know on campus as Professor Nahida. 

They all bonded over video gaming and the shared feeling of being left out, which is what made them such an unbreakable trio today. In fact, you're the only one who has even called them by their technical first names, Kunikuzushi and Alatus. 

For Aether and Lumine, it was a different story. Having grown up in a large family due to the massive amount of twins and triplets, seeing Y/n all alone was something they could not understand. They would constantly go out of their way to include you in whatever they did, from family vacations to sleepovers, anything and everything to try and make you not feel left out. They loved you individually, in a family that prided themselves on making duplicates. They hated being just “another set of twins.”

There was even a time when they were seniors in high school, and they were at a family gathering and you weren't there because of college, and other family members had decided to talk about you. It wasn’t good, and after hearing from multiple people, they had had enough and started yelling at the entire family. They never told you what they said, but all you know is that they don’t ever go to any family gatherings anymore. 

At this point, the rest of the group is sitting in absolute silence, comprehending everything that was just told. 

Kazuha was in turmoil. No one could’ve ever guessed you would have been through the things you had, and still come out strong on the other end. He could tell that you had a lot more under the surface. His mind was running a thousand miles a minute on how he was going to talk to you after learning all of this. He knew you were special and amazing, and this just proved it to him even more.

As for you, you were currently standing in the bathroom, leaning on the sink, trying to catch your breath. You knew that they were probably still talking about you back at the table, the other 4 probably filling them in on the finer details. You couldn’t blame them at all, in fact, you were secretly glad. You just hated it, being so awkward, so anxious. Always feeling left out, always being the oddball. It's a lot to deal with, especially since you realized that now that Scara has Lumine, and Aether has Xiao, you were the only one left out. You were happy beyond belief that they had found their special someone in this trial called life. 

But now here you are, standing in the bathroom alone, and you wonder if you'll always end up like this. Just you and your thoughts, your constant companion throughout your life.

You leave the bathroom a few minutes later, having collected yourself. You paused when you heard them talking more about the concert coming up that Kazuha was performing. You truly wanted to go to it to hear him sing again. You were denying yourself, but you really loved hearing him sing, and many of the songs you would actually hum to yourself whenever you were working. In fact, you honestly would be happy running into him, intentionally or not. Maybe, just maybe, this relationship between you and Kazuha might end up going somewhere.

You finally sit down when you see the waiters bring out all of your guys' food, using that as the best moment to reenter the conversation at the table. Luckily, the rest of the conversation was quite jovial as you ate all your food. Talking about the concert, college life, etc. Eventually, after you all finished your food, many of the group were ready to crash for the night. You all got back in your respective cars that they came here in, which made you realize that Kazuha would end up back in the other car. “Wait,” you say, “which dorms are you staying in?” As each one of them states which dorm they were in, you realize that Kazuah dorm was on your way back to your apartment, after dropping off Lumine, Aether, Xiao, and Scara. You bit your lip before deciding.

“Hey Kazuha, since your dorms are on my way home after I drop these 4 off, can I take you there? Be easier and more convenient.” “Oh, would you really?” Kazuha replies a glimmer in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, I see no harm at all,” you shrugged, “I'm sure the other 4 don't mind.” At this point, Kazuha looks at the other 4 realizing that they already started getting back into your SUV the same way they got out. Kazuha smiles and simply nods, you turn and realize what the other 4 have done, scowling at them in the car. You proceed to get a wave from Aether and Lumine, a thumbs up from Xiao, and the middle finger from Scara. You flip him off right back before turning back. “Looks like they already decided for you,” you say, a sweet smile on your face. 

You end up dropping Lumine off at her dorms first, but she had a bit of a walk before she got there. “I'll walk her to her dorm,” Scara says, getting out right afterward. You simply smirk and waggle your eyebrows at him, which causes him to roll his eyes. You yell out the window at both of them, “Don’t have too much fun now!” As they both walk away, you see Scara put his hand on the small of Lumine’s back, and she looks up at him and smiles. 

The next stop was Xiao’s dorm. Aethers and Scaras were farther back into campus, so Aether got out as well. As you watch those two get out, you realize that Aether had on one of Xiao’s favorite sweatshirts. You could only simply chuckle and shake your head at them because you weren't shocked by any means. You saw how Xiao had crossed his legs over Aether, and how they were holding hands secretly when you were walking back from the bathroom. As they walk away, Kazuha speaks up. “You ok?”, he asks. You look at him and then look at the two walking away, watching them slowly join hands. You sigh and get the courage that you never knew you had. You look back at him, with a hopeful look in your eyes. 

“Wanna go somewhere with me?”

You only hoped that your eyes would say everything.

To say the words and emotions that you were afraid to say.

“Where to?” he replies, his eyes matching yours.

You smile, small but sincere.

You proceed to put your SUV in drive and pull out from in front of the dorms. 

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Author's Note

Feels feels feels feels feels

As someone who deals with severe anxiety myself, I took inspiration from myself and how I would have dealt with this situation

Also writing is fun idk why I won't do it more

But yeah, we only have two chapters before the smexy section, and then chapter 2 shall be over

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I'd Like to Try...Fruit Sorbet (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader)

I'd Like to Try...Fruit Sorbet (Rated T)

Request?: Lol no but I'm back baby!

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Slight language, Steve Harrington being an idiot (if that's a warning), just pure fluff

Summary: Working at Scoops Ahoy with Robin and Steve was probably not the best decision for your summer break. A lesbian crush, working at an ice cream parlor, and nothing else to do for the summer would surely end in disaster… right? Co-written with @mischief_and_mercy on AO3 (please go check them out!).

You chewed on your lip as you watched Robin from the table you were half-cleaning. Despite the obnoxious happy go-lucky music playing above you, you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not plucking up your courage. Your eyes followed her as she stared at Sinclair’s little sister with those blue eyes you fell hopelessly in love with. Everything about Robin you loved, from her raspy voice, to her sandy-blonde hair and the freckles that spanned across her nose and cheeks.

You hadn’t known her for very long. When the Starcourt Mall opened that summer, you had applied for the position. Yet when an impromptu sleepaway camp activity came up, you had been forced to miss new employee orientation. Lucky for you, that meant you needed training from the light-haired captain of Scoops Ahoy herself (much to Steve’s chagrin). You were actually surprised that the hours you spent together went by so fast. 

It was just so easy to be around Robin. For the first time in a long time, you felt free to be yourself out in the open, instead of hiding away behind a shield or in the janitor’s closet with Lisa Baker.

“I want to try the cherry cheesecake,” Erica Sinclair’s voice ripped you from your thoughts and half-hearted attempt to scrub out whatever crap a child had managed to get stuck on the table. Her arms crossed over her chest and she raised an eyebrow in challenge.  

“You’ve already tried that flavor,” Robin rasped out, a flicker of annoyance etched on her features. “Twice.”

“And I’d like to try it again,” came the sass of the dark-haired girl on the other side of the counter. “What’s the saying? Oh, yeah. The customer is always right.”

You sighed heavily as you laid your fist into your cheek. Despite being annoyed by possibly the most frustrating customer on planet earth, Robin still managed to look like your dream girl.

“Steveee,” she half-screamed, half-hissed your other co-worker’s name. 

The little window swung open to the side. “Still a little busy back here,” the fluffy-haired head of none other than Steve Harrington popped into view. 

“Well, it’s your turn ,” Robin whined, obviously wanting nothing to do but run away from this small child terrorizing her with samples that she’s tried a million times.

“Ask the trainee,” Steve replied simply before lowering his voice to say something you couldn’t entirely comprehend. You did see Robin swing a hand against his arm before he disappeared again into the backroom with a low chuckle.

Suspicion rattled through your frame. Steve was well aware of your crush on Robin. He was too perceptive to not be. Your heart immediately started palpitating and your palms were sweaty. Heat rose to your cheeks, immediately making you want to slam your head into the nearest wall if it hid your blush.

Turning your attention to the spot on the table, you dug your nail into the rag to scrub at the spot left behind. Everything was so sticky, hence the table duty you had been assigned. While you were happy with the benefits and discounts you got, the stickiness was something you hated dealing with. A hand on top of yours snapped you out of your thoughts. Before you realized who had out their hand on yours, you jerked your hand away. Too little too late, you realized it was Robin. Talk about an oops moment.

“Hey there, sailor,” she teased. “Did you go overboard again?”

“Uh, I- uh, s-sur- maybe?” you stuttered, too distracted with the racing thoughts inside your head. An unending loop of shetouchedmyhandshetouchedmyhandshetouchedmyhand .

Your eyes came into contact with shiny silver as Robin held up her stainless steel ice cream scoop. “You’re on scoop troop now,” she said simply, placing the utensil in your grip before she made her way to the backroom. 

“Oh God, absolutely not,” you said, chasing after her. Your hand latched around her wrist as you forced the scooper back into her hand. You tried to ignore the intense feeling of sparks under your skin at the contact. “We’ve been over this, I do not work with small children. Especially aggressive small children that will not hesitate to annihilate everything about me.” 

“Well I’ve been working with the aforementioned aggressive small children for the past hour and haven’t had the chance to take my company policy mandated lunch break.”

“Make Steve do it!” you exclaimed. “He’s the one eating a freaking banana when his lunch break was thirty minutes ago! It’s his turn to actually do something that’s not sitting around socializing with a child half his age.”

There was a muffled sound of protest at your remark as Steve choked on his most recent bite. “I am working!!”

“Yeah, sure you are, banana man,” you snarked as you stuck your head into the backroom. “Hey, Dustin, Steve has to work. He can’t spend his time decoding a stupid Russian transmission or whatever. Teenagers aren’t going to get any glory whatsoever. Steve, ice cream. Paycheck. Helloooo.”

“You told her?!” Dustin exclaimed, staring at the former high school pretty boy in utter betrayal.

“Dude, I said nothing. I swear.” Steve crossed the banana over his chest in silent promise.

“You two have been screaming at each other for the past thirty minutes. Steve, stop listening to the music! ” Quickly, you changed your voice to match Steve’s. “ Well I can’t help it dude, it’s right there in front of me. ”

Robin rolled her eyes and sighed, her gaze locked onto your own. “How are we stuck with these two dinguses?”

“Because we have the worst luck in a coworker and coworker’s said friends.”

“Why couldn’t Steve have just applied to the Gap?” she bemoaned to you, taking a bite of her sandwich. 

“I’m too classy to work at the Gap,” Steve said as he ran a hand through his hair. The famous hair, which you really wanted to douse in whipped cream just to have a field day with his reaction. Of course, his girlfriend of the week would kill you for it. 

“Sure, Steve,” your female coworker deadpanned. 

 “What was that sure for?!” he snapped as he brandished his banana peel at your overly-sarcastic crush. The banana left in the peel may have landed on someone. And that someone might just have been Steve.

“Dude,” Dustin reached up to flick the fruit from his friend’s hair. “Don’t worry about the Gap. You’re totally too good for that place.”

“Even if it does have really hot babes there,” Robin added with a wink.

Steve stared at her before wrinkling his nose. “Ewugh,” he finally said before he disposed of his mostly-eaten banana. “Anyone who shops there in the first place isn’t my type.”

“Pretty sure Nancy shopped there,” Dustin remarked. 

“I’m not dating her anymore, am I?” Steve said before snatching the scooper from Robin’s hand. “And because I’m just such a great coworker, I’ll take Sinclair’s devil little sister out there.” 

Speaking of Sinclair’s devil little sister, she was currently banging the hell out of the bell at the front. 

“Alright, alright. ” You couldn’t help but let a small smile slip at the sound of annoyance in Steve’s voice as he disappeared to work behind the counter. Served him right for teasing you all the time about how pathetically sad you were when Robin wasn’t on shift. 

Dustin quickly took the hint, snatching the tape with the walkman and going to sit at the newly-cleaned table. And… you were alone with Robin. You weren’t sure whether you should cheer or have a panic attack and cry. On one hand, you could actually… talk to her. Maybe have a good conversation. Feel out if she felt the same for you, which is to say, well, closeted. Fruity. Whatever choice of words that makes you feel better. On the other hand… she could reject you and you could end up a town pariah. What could you even say? “Hi, what do you think of the weather? Oh, by the way, I’m in love with you and want to take you on a date?” Please. That wouldn’t be your style even if you had the charisma of Steve Harrington, Jason Carver, or hell, Billy Hargrove, combined. 

“Sooo….” Apparently your brain decided to choose torture. It wasn’t the first time your brain had done so without your permission.

“Hm?” Robin hummed through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly. 

“Uh… What’d you do last weekend?” Well. That was a sorely pitiful attempt at conversation. You knew what she had done last weekend, because she was working with you. You mentally cursed yourself. “I mean, after you were done with work. Because obviously you were here last weekend. Working. With me. We had just gotten that shipment of the new flavor that sold out? Not that that’s a problem or anything. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling. God, for an ice cream shop, it really is hot back here. Are you sweating? I’m sweating.”

Robin looked at you with her blue eyes that you loved so much. She said your name through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly, finally taking the time to swallow part of her lunch. “I took a nap,” were the first few words out of her mouth. The next were, “I word vomit too. Like a lot a lot. I mean, I don’t know about you, but you get talking and then you can’t stop and this is absolutely bonkers, like why can’t I just shut up and now I’m worrying that you’re mad at me for word vomiting even though you just did it. It’s really hot in here. I’m sweating too. Why’s it so hot? It’s an ice cream shop. It should be cooler.”

You couldn’t help but release a puff of nervous yet relieved laughter at her words. “Word vomit. I like that.” 

Robin’s eyes dipped to your lips quickly and then away so fast that you had no idea she even did it in the first place. A light pink dusted her cheeks as she shoved the rest of her peanut butter and jelly into her mouth. 

Heat rose to your own cheeks, forcing you to recognize you were blushing too. “So…a nap,” you tried again for reasons beyond your understanding. “Sounds nice. Wish I could afford to take a nap.”

“Oh, I failed a test the next day,” she said as she wrapped her lips around the water bottle she had brought. You could practically feel the stopping of the circuits in your brain as you gave a small gulp of your own. You were done for. Death by Robin. You’d gladly have it written on your grave if she’d kiss you once before it got you.

That’s the funny thing about love, you thought to yourself. It’s a sickness and it really only has one cure. But it’s one that everyone wants to have.

“Thank God for extra credit,” she said as she pulled her lips away from the water bottle. This is most definitely how you were going to die. Her lips were covered in the water from the water bottle, leaving a bright glisten. “Although, I’ve read Our Town like three times already. You’d think Mrs. Johnson would give me a different thing to read by now.”

“Yeah… Yeah definitely.” You had no idea what she just said. She could have asked you if you committed a murder and you would have no idea. “That piece is like…sooo freshman year.”

Quit staring at her lips , you snapped at yourself. Did you? No.

“Do you know Oscar Wilde?!” she asked quickly. You almost winced at how your thoughtless remark made her practically light up.

“Uh… sure,” was your only response. But then again, were you an academic? No, that’s why you were scooping ice cream to make money for your pitiful two-year degree at the local community college.

Robin then proceeded to ramble about the musty poet. As much as you loved to hear her talk about her interests, you had absolutely no idea what or who she was talking about. It didn’t matter to you, though. You could listen to her talk for hours about anything. She could tell you the sky was purple with pink-polka-dotted clouds and you’d believe her. You nodded along, your eyes still refusing to make eye contact with hers. Fingers in front of your face and a snap later, you were blinking furiously at Robin.

“Y’know,” she said teasingly before pointing to her eyes. “My eyes are up here, honey.”

Yep. You were absolutely going to melt into a puddle on the floor. Honey. She called you honey.

“O-oh. Sorry,” you barely managed to stutter out. “Was just thinking, I guess.”

Robin took a slow step towards you, closing the gap between the two of you. Your face burned even more as you tried to comprehend the little space that stood between the two of you. “But staring at my lips? That doesn’t seem like ‘just thinking’ behavior.”

“People disassociate when they’re lost in thought,” you weakly argued. “Doesn’t mean I was staring.”

“Ever since I drank from that water bottle, you’ve been staring… barely paying attention… and you’re bright. red,” Robin said, her lip twitching at the corner. She was clearly amused by the state you were in.

Please let the ground open up and swallow me whole now, you mentally pleaded. There was only so long you could deny it. “I uh,” you tried again. “I was just thinking about which of the new flavors I wanted to try tonight before we close up.” 

It was a Scoops Ahoy employee tradition. Whenever new flavors came into the shop, your rag-tag trio would lug the tubs into the glass case and play ice cream roulette. Usually you and Steve would get stuck with the grossest flavors, but you didn’t complain. Robin’s laughter at both of your grimaced expressions was worth any kind of torture.

“Mmm… I’ve seen you think about that before. You stare at the cheesecake tub every single time. This… is something different.” Robin leaned closer to you, a clear smirk on her face. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, honey?”

“Uh…” you cleared your throat. God, it really was getting warmer in the backroom. Your eyes flickered over to the thermostat on the wall. It was still set at the proper temperature, no way near the sauna you were currently feeling. “I think…I’d like to try a different flavor this time.”

You could practically taste Robin’s lip balm at this point, its artificial cherry scent filling your nostrils. “Something… fruity?” she said, her eyes glinting with unsaid mischief. “Maybe a fruit sorbet this time?” 

There was no way. This couldn’t be happening. Robin Buckley, of all people. You tried to ignore it, but the sparkle in her eyes made it impossible to believe otherwise. 

Your crush was completely and totally gay.

You felt a flush burn at your cheeks as the realization struck you like a freight train. “You’re- You- I- We-” you stuttered, trying to begin a coherent sentence that would make sense outside of your scrambled-egg brain.

Before you could say anything else, the taste of artificial cherry overwhelmed your senses. The warmth of Robin’s hands cradled at your jaw sent indescribable shivers throughout your body and you itched to be able to pull her closer. You felt her lips twitch into a smile as she kissed you quickly, but gently. Time stood still for a moment, leaving you to feel a wave of sadness crash over you as she pulled away.

You blinked at her slowly, unable to control the next few words that flew out of your mouth. “Movie… Friday at eight?”

A smirk tugged at Robin’s lips as she glanced at the clock behind you. When you turned to look as well, you noticed it was close to closing. “How about I get you that ice cream first?” she asked. 

“As long as I get the good flavors.”

“For you, honey, always.”

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Authors' Notes (yes, plural!):

mischief_and_mercy (Sylvie): Hey y’all! I’m back with yet another collaboration with my best friend (: I hope you’ve enjoyed, I know I sure did writing it (then again, anything with Elowyn is a great time). Please leave a like or a comment (or both ;D) if you loved it! If you see my fic on tumblr, it should only be posted by the lovely friend down below.

frostandflames (Elowyn) : I’m alive!! Haha, yeah, I know, great way to come back, huh? This time, it’s safe to say that Sylvie and I have found a new obsession. Bet you can’t guess what it is~ Anyway, this has got to be one of my all-time favorite collabs I’ve done. Robin is just so much fun to write (well, the whole ST universe is fun to write for), but it was even more so to write with my best friend!

As usual, don’t forget to leave a like, comment, and a cheeky reblog if you want to see more fics like this on our profiles. I promise I’m going to be uploading more of my work soon- life has just been…life. Until next time, see you soon, little sparks!

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John stood outside the dimly lit alley, nervously glancing around while his partners committed the heist inside the jewelry store. He was the lookout, and this was supposed to be a simple job. But fate had other plans.

Officer Aaron Ramirez's patrol car pulled up, its flashing lights momentarily illuminating John's face. Aaron stepped out of the vehicle, a thick and imposing figure, both fat and muscular. He had a deep voice and a salt-and-pepper mustache that gave him an air of authority.

Aaron approached John, his tone firm but not unkind. "What are you doing here, John?"

John smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he taunted the officer. "Well, well, Officer Ramirez. Always showing up at the wrong time, aren't you? Just doing your duty, or trying to burn off some of those donuts?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow, unfazed by John's jabs. "You can make fun of my job all you want, but you know the drill. What's going on here?"

John shrugged, feigning innocence. "Nothing, Officer. Just out for a midnight stroll and found myself here, you know, the usual."

Aaron studied John, his expression hinting at the suspicion he couldn't quite shake. "John, you're playing a dangerous game. You know I've arrested you more times than I can count. It's time for a change."

John, still trying to divert Aaron's attention from the jewelry store, put on his best charm. "Officer, maybe we've got it all wrong. I've been thinking, maybe I could help the community in a different way. What if I put my skills to use for the good guys?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Are you serious, John?"

John nodded, his voice earnest. "Yeah, I am. I've seen the error of my ways, and maybe it's time to do something right for a change."

Aaron's expression softened, and he sighed. "I'm sorry for always busting you, John. It's for your own good.

The loud crash of breaking glass and the wailing alarm cut through their conversation. Aaron Ramirez's face turned stern and he cursed under his breath. He immediately called for backup on his radio as he chased John through the dark streets.

Their pursuit led them to an old abandoned warehouse. John managed to slip inside and hide, his heart pounding. He watched as Aaron entered the warehouse, his flashlight scanning the shadows.

"John, it's not too late to change," Aaron called out, his voice echoing through the vast space. "Just come with me, stop making this hard on yourself."

John could see Aaron drawing his gun and adjusting it. Probably removing the safty he thought. His heart raced, realizing this had become a life-or-death situation. He needed to escape.

As Aaron turned his back for a moment searching a nearby crate, John saw his chance. He made a silent dash towards a nearby window, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But as he was halfway through the window, Aaron spotted him, and in the tense moment, he fired his gun.

The bullet struck John, but the adrenaline pushed him forward. He felt a searing pain but didn't stop. He was like a man possessed, running like a bat out of hell.

When he glanced back, Aaron was no longer in pursuit. In fact, he was leaving the warehouse, the conflict between fugitive and cop taking an unexpected turn.

John made his way to his girlfriend Maria's house, knowing he couldn't go home. It was late, and she was understandably upset when he arrived, fearing he might wake up the entire house. She asked him why he was there, and he replied that he was just grabbing something to eat. Hunger gnawed at him, especially after the adrenaline-pumping chase and getting shot.

Maria, a beautiful and confident Mexican woman with a perfect body and a matching attitude, instructed him to be quiet and meet her in her room. John makes his way to her restroom and pulls his shirt revealing his muscular build with a small treasure trail. John took pride in his appearance always jogging and working out. There’s no way Ramirez could have ever caught him.

John pulls out some some stuff to clean his injury. He examines where he got hit but to his surprise there’s nothing there. It’s red and sore but no injury. Strange he knows he got shot. Maybe Ramirez switch the bullets to rubber ones. He’s not a bad guy after all he thought. Just than his stomach rumbled loud. John was starving. Where was Maria with his food.

John makes his way out of the restroom and Maria right on que shows up with a sandwich, and John couldn't help but ask for another one, Maria's questions grew more serious. "What did you do, John? I know your ass didn’t just come here for food."

An argument ensued between them, the tension in the room palpable. Maria, who cared deeply for him, wanted him to leave a life of crime behind and find a proper job. John knew she was right, but it wasn't easy.

Frustrated and tired, Maria turned her back to him and lay down, ready to go to sleep. John, still hungry but feeling the weight of his decisions, climbed into bed beside her. His stomach rumbled loudly. She never did get him another sandwich.

John had been laying low at Maria's house for the past few days, not going anywhere and constantly raiding her fridge. Maria's patience had reached its limit. She handed him some money and told him to go pick up groceries; it was time to stop eating everything in sight.

As John walked to the grocery store, his stomach growled with a persistent hunger. However, his willpower was fading. He couldn't resist stopping at a nearby McDonald's. The smell of a burger was irresistible. He ordered one and devoured it, then bought another, unable to control his appetite.

Just as he was about to bite into the second burger, he heard a familiar voice. It was Ramirez. The cop sat down across from John, a sly smile on his face.

"Fancy seeing you here, John," Ramirez said, his eyes fixed on the burger. "You look hungry."

John swallowed hard, his appetite momentarily forgotten as he realized he was cornered once again.

Ramirez placed a bag of food on the table, and John tensed, uncertain of what the cop had in mind. But to his surprise, Ramirez assured him that he wasn't there to arrest him; he just wanted to talk.

Ramirez's conversation was unusual, as he spoke about cleaning up the streets and his sense of accomplishment as a cop. He pulled out a burger and handed one to John, encouraging him to help himself. Starving and intrigued by the abundance of food, John cautiously accepted and started eating.

As they devoured the burgers, Ramirez's demeanor was friendly, even if his conversation was a bit odd. John couldn't help but make a snarky comment about cops and their weight. Ramirez chuckled and replied, "You'll catch up if you keep eating like this." With that, he left, promising to find John again.

Alone, John reached into the bag for another burger, only to discover that they had devoured all the burgers. He couldn't shake the persistent hunger, even after eating so much.

Ramirez took a sip of his coffee and leaned against the car. "You know, John, I've seen you around for a while now. Always up to something, it seems. But I've also seen you change recently."

John nodded, still feeling a bit self-conscious about his recent weight gain. "Yeah, well, I'm trying to turn my life around, Officer. Maria's been helping me, too."

Ramirez's gaze was understanding, though his voice was gruff. "Good to hear. But tell me, why'd you get kicked out of your last place?"

John sighed, his voice tinged with regret. "It was a dump, barely affordable. I got into a big argument with the landlord, and, well, I guess I let things get out of hand. He decided to kick me out."

Ramirez raised an eyebrow. "What was the argument about?"

John hesitated for a moment before answering. "Rent, repairs, and a whole lot of frustration. It was a mess, Officer."

Ramirez nodded. "I understand how tough it can be, especially when you're trying to make ends meet. I hope you can keep this new direction going, John."

John appreciated Ramirez's understanding, even though it was coming from an unexpected source. "Yeah, I'm trying, Officer. Life's been tough, but I'm not giving up."

They continued to chat, sharing stories of their struggles and the challenges they'd faced, finding common ground despite their different backgrounds. As John and Ramirez enjoyed their donuts and continued their conversation, something was subtly changing within John. He couldn't help but notice something different about Ramirez, though he couldn't put his finger on it immediately.

They talked about their past experiences, their hopes, and their aspirations. Ramirez's deep, confident voice resonated with John, and his stories painted a picture of a gay man dedicated to his job and his community. It was hard growing up a gay boy only to deal with the struggles of a gay cop. No one took him seriously either. John would have never took The officer as a gay man. He’s so masculine.

Ramirez leaned against his patrol car, the blue uniform he wore fitting him like a second skin. It accentuated his muscular build, showcasing the contours of his thick chest and wide shoulders. His uniform was well-maintained, emphasizing his dedication to his role as a police officer.

His arms, thick and hairy, bore evidence of strength and years of service. He had a strong presence, and his salt-and-pepper mustache added an air of authority to his rugged, handsome face. As the car's lights flashed nearby, it highlighted the masculine features and stern yet kind expression that seemed to define him.

For John, these details stood out more than ever during their conversation, contributing to the complex mix of emotions he was experiencing. John began to realize he was physically attracted to Ramirez. But how? He’s straight. That can’t be it he thought. John couldn’t help but ask if Ramirez had a partner. “No, been waiting for the right person to come along. They had to be handsome kind of like you.” Ramirez wink and did a pec bounce. Which john immediately blushed and looked away. John was so confused about this feeling.

As they shared their stories and laughter, John's feelings grew more apparent, adding a new layer of complexity to their already unusual relationship. Ramirez took a moment to look at his wristwatch, a piece that held great sentimental value. It clung to his muscular physique.

Ramirez noticed John's gaze and, with a hint of a smile, began to take off the watch. "John," he said, "this watch is something special to me. It was my father's, a retired cop. He gave it to me as a symbol of our commitment to this line of duty."

John was taken aback by the gesture, not expecting such a meaningful gift. He knew the significance of the watch to Ramirez and hesitated. "Officer, I couldn't..."

Ramirez interrupted him, his voice warm and understanding. "Call me Aaron and take it, John. Consider it a symbol of change.”

As John put on the watch, it hung loosely from his wrist, a stark reminder of the weighty gift and responsibility it represented.

They both noticed they had finished the donuts and coffee, and Ramirez turned to John. "So, what are you going to do now, John?"

John shrugged, uncertainty in his eyes. "I honestly don't know, Officer. I'm trying to change, but it's tough."

Ramirez considered it for a moment, then offered, "You know, John, I've got some extra space at my place. You can stay there for a while if you like."

John's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide his excitement. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

John and Ramirez made their way to Ramirez's house in the affluent suburbs. The neighborhood was filled with beautiful, spacious houses, each one more opulent than the last. They passed grand estates with perfectly manicured lawns and luxurious cars parked in pristine driveways.

Ramirez's two-story house was no exception. It exuded an air of wealth and success, with a well-kept garden and a polished exterior. The neighborhood was quiet, and it seemed like a world away from the bustling streets John was used to.

As they entered the house, Ramirez gave John a tour of the house, the banter between them took a flirtatious turn.

Aaron opened the door to one of the rooms and gestured inside. "This, John, is my bedroom. It's got a king-sized bed. Plenty of space for more than one."

John raised an eyebrow, playfully teasing, "Is that an invitation, Aaron?"

Aaron chuckled, a warm smile on his face. "Well, you never know, John. We might have to share a bed if you keep eating all those donuts."

Their light-hearted banter continued as they explored the house, the connection between them growing with each passing moment.

As they reached the living room, Aaron excused himself briefly and returned with a bowl of donut holes, warm milk, and fresh clothes for John. Grateful for his kindness, John thanked Aaron.

Aaron placed the items on the table, and as John stood nearby, he leaned in closer and pull John in. Smelling John as he came up. His face was so close to John’s now he could feel the prickle from his mustache, he could even smell Aarons colone. He raised his hand, large and robust and began to rub Johns belly all the way up to his new expanding moobs which bounced in the transformation. Aarons hands had strength with undeniably masculinity to them. Had his belly gotten bigger? John, startled and nervous, couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions in response to Aaron's unexpected action. His heart raced as he tried to process the situation. The strong and intimate gesture from the confident cop had left him both intrigued and uncertain, his thoughts and feelings swirling in a tumultuous mix. John wasn’t used to this. He was a straight man. He had a girlfriend. Aaron finally let go and suggests that they get ready for bed.

Aaron, still maintaining an air of confidence and consideration, gestured towards the en suite bathroom in his room. "John, feel free to use the shower in here. I'll grab a towel for you."

John undressed and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. The water cascaded down, helping to wash away the tension. As John was lost in his thoughts, the bathroom door opened, and Aaron re-entered, bringing with him the sound of running water. Just than the shower curtain flew open and Aaron entered the shower completely naked. John was completely surprised by this action and completely off guard. Aaron allows his entire body to get wet. Rubbing his hands on his face and body to remove any filth attached to his body. The water glistened and cascaded down his muscular yet slightly plump body. Each droplet clung to his skin briefly before gliding along his broad chest, muscular arms, and over his firm belly, making its way and pouring off his uncut cock. The light from above was highlighting the contours of his physique, creating an almost mesmerizing display of strength and sensuality. John couldn't help but appreciate the sight, captivated by the intriguing mix of power and charm Aaron possessed. He than looks at John eye to eye pulling him closer. John’s body is now pressed against this strong individual. His belly pressed up against his. What the fuck is going on. As strong as John was he couldn’t push Aaron off him. Aarons nose was touching his own he was so close.

John’s cock which was also uncut was now fully erect and pressed against Aarons. Pre slowly existing the tip.

Aaron asks John, “Is this okay?” Very soft spoken even in his manly tone.. John wants to say no but replies yes. Than that’s when Aaron almost interrupts him with a kiss so passionate. His mustache that graced his upper lip brushed against John’s upper lip. As he rubbed his face gently, his strong, broad features seemed to press into John’s unyielding surface. John finally stopped and told him that they should get out soon.

As they both finished up washing each other. Aaron went to change into more comfortable clothes in his closet. John, as he left the shower, couldn't help but notice Aaron's discarded uniform, strewn on the floor, a silent reminder of the day's unexpected and evolving events.

Aaron re-entered the bathroom, shirtless and clad only in a snug pair of white underwear. His physique was impressive, the white under clung and house his bulge and fatty cushion and balls emphasizing and making them pop. His well-defined muscles glistening under the bathroom lights. A rock-hard belly and strong arms emphasized his dedication to staying in shape.

As he approached the mirror, he reached for a bottle of oil, preparing to apply it to his bald scalp. Aaron found John gazing at his uniform on the floor through the mirror. The sight of John's fascination with the uniform caused Aaron's to develop a devilish grin. His deep voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "You find my uniform inviting, John?"

John was taken aback but couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Aaron. He stammered, "I...I just thought it looked...interesting."

Aaron's charm and confidence were palpable as he approached John, creating an atmosphere of intrigue and connection between them.

Aaron picked up his tank top and placed it over John, insisting with a friendly smile, "You should try this too, John. It's all in good fun."

John tried to voice his initial intention of trying on the uniform, but Aaron's persuasive nature and sense of playfulness stopped him. The large uniform shirt wrapped around John's body

As John looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but comment, "I look silly in this, Aaron. If my old gangster friends could see me now..."

Aaron pressed up against him, his presence comforting. He looked at John with a reassuring smile and said, "You look fine, John. Besides, we need to complete the uniform." His gaze shifted down to the pants and the belt. As John bent down to grab the pants to complete the outfit, he paused for a moment, considering the oversized nature of the uniform shirt. Realization dawned on him, and he thought, "It's not like the pants would fit anyway."

Just than Aaron than shoves his cock into John’s ass. Pressing his fat midsection and balls agianst his bare ass. His belly resting on his back now. This causes John’s dick to shoot straight up. It felt so thick and large stretching out his hole. John is pushed and has to hold on to the counter top. The watch that rest on the counter top reacts and snaps on to John’s wrist. Wtf is happening!? He thought.. I’m straight I’m straight! John screams. Aaron laughs and holds him close. He raw powerful arms holding him close. “It’s okay John it’s all part of the change we are talking about.”

John could feel Aarons plump cock pumping more and more cum into him. Aaron reach’s over and shoves his large white under in John’s face. John begins shaking with pleasure and inhales Aaron intoxicating musk.. John’s body reacting and undergoing a noticeable change, it was evident that his muscles remained, but they were now covered by a layer of soft, pliable fat. His body seemed to swell in all the right places, and the oversized uniform, which was already too large for him, became filling out and feeling snug.

His chest, once defined, now sported a pair of man-boobs that were rounder and fuller. His waistline expanded, his large belly now hanging and his once-chiseled abs softened, forming a cushion of flesh. His arms and legs grew thicker, and a layer of hair began to sprout on his skin, adding to the transformation. His ass widen and pushed Aarons cock deeper into his ass the feeling was so intense that he erect cock shot out all over the cabinet he was leaning on. Exhausted and weak in the legs falls to his knees heaving heavily.

Aaron, with a playful grin comes up to John’s neck giving him soft pecs on his now large neck. He encourages John to go all the way. He hands John his large white underwear, completing the ensemble, and said, "Why not go for the full experience, John? It's all in good fun.".

He drops the large white underwear to the floor which began to rise and magically wrapped itself around John's expanded waist, accommodating his new, robust form perfectly.

As John stared at his transformed reflection in the mirror, a profound sense of confusion washed over him. He couldn't fathom what had just happened. His gaze shifted to the wrist, and to his astonishment, he saw the watch that once belonged to Aaron's father now wrapped around his wrist, fitting perfectly.

In that moment, the room seemed to blur around him, and his face began to change. A beard sprouted on his face, and it quickly turned gray, mirroring the age and wisdom that came with the passing years.

As these changes occurred, a rush of memories and emotions flooded over John. He remembered the significance of the watch, a symbol of their love and commitment. It was a reminder of the proposal, the love they shared, and the journey they had taken together.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asks coming back of John pressing his cock against his ass and rubbing it at the same time.

John struggles to pick up his pants and tightens his belt completing his outfit.

As John gazed into the mirror at his transformed reflection, he saw a new, fuller version of himself. His body had taken on a robust and curvaceous shape, with soft, pliable fat that seemed to hug every contour. His once-taut muscles were still visible beneath the surface, contributing to the allure of his physique.

The gray beard on his face added an air of maturity and wisdom, contrasting with the boyish charm of his past self. He looked more distinguished and confident.

Behind John, Aaron stood, admiring his partner's form. A warm, affectionate smile played on his lips as he took in the sight of John's transformation. He could see the unique beauty in this changed version of his beloved, appreciating the essence of the man he had come to cherish.

The room was filled with a sense of love and acceptance.

“Can I change now? I still need to do some work on my computer. The chief is going to ride my ass.” Johnathan Ramirez told his partner.

“Kind of like I did right now,” Aaron winks smacking while grabbing Johnathans large ass.

“Yes babe,” Johnathan rolls his eyes.

John decided to jump into the shower to freshen up before joining Aaron in bed. He cleaned out his hole, “Damn he sure did pump me full of cum today.” Johnathan declared out load. This caused him to get aroused.

John rummages through the closet, he soon realized that none of the clothes were his. It was a strange feeling to confront a wardrobe that seemed unfamiliar. He shrugged off the momentary confusion, thinking, "Oh well, I'll just wear Aaron's clothes. We both fit into the same suit anyway."

With that decision, John opted for a fresh pair of white tights and a shirt from Aaron's wardrobe and made he way to the bed.

John started, a hint of amazement in his voice, "It's crazy to think we're both cops now, isn't it? I mean, who would've thought?"

The thought felt strange to express, but he couldn't help but wonder about the path that had brought them to this point.

As he pondered this, Aaron gets close pressing his body and wrapping his arm around his new developed husbands large gut, gently rubbing it, and offered a reassuring, "Goodnight, my love."

The room was filled with the warm intimacy of the moment as they drifted into slumber. It was weird

In his dreams that night, John found himself revisiting his old life. However, there was an eerie sense of disconnection as he didn't recognize the old version of himself. The dream world seemed to blur the lines between who he used to be and who he had become.

As he navigated the dream's surreal landscapes and met familiar faces from his past, John couldn't help but feel that he had evolved into someone entirely new. After all it was just a dream and his life with his husband was truly magical.

[metize]

Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal.  You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

[prettyboykatsuki]

when you start writing for ushijima >>>>>>>>>>>>>

can you tell im begging?

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inevitable | u. wakatoshi

➳ tags ;; fluff n smut, getting together, first times together, unprotected sex, intentional lower case 18+

➳ wc ;; 1.9k (WHAT THE FUCK)

➳ a/n ;; ask n u shall recieve (i had rlly bad brainrot tn actually)

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if you had to describe ushijima wakatoshi in one word, you think the word you would chose is inevitable.

in·ev·i·ta·ble | /inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable

of all the ways you could describe a person, it's probably not the best word. you could think of a laundry list of other ones to describe - really. hard-working, dependable, strong-willed, mindful, cautious. he's a lot of things and you think that's why he's so good at what he does. he's powerful but he he's brilliant at where he uses that power.

you would also use words like that to describe him, if you had too. if you had to give someone the run-down of wakatoshi - you could probably give them a whole speech about his accolades. he's probably the kindest person you know and he does that mostly on accident. he helps little old ladies carry groceries and lets your niece climb his arms like monkey bars with the most plain look on his face.

he's a lot of things - funny on accident, charming on purpose. but of all the things he is - to you, the thing he is most, is inevitable.

it's not hard for you to admit that you weren't exactly.. welcoming to ushijima when you first met him. you were a barista and he was well.. a big, pro-athlete who came to buy straight dark coffee every morning. after his work-outs (or what you figured was workouts since he always looked pretty sweaty) he bought himself precisely one pastry and a bottle of water and went about his day.

and it went like that for months. obviously you found him handsome - the way you could basically autopilot your shifts but completely broke down when he was there was evidence of that. he was tall, broad, handsome and nice. the kind of man who meets your grandmother, you think.

he always asked about you and you gave him short answers. too nervous to elaborate but he made you anyways, somehow and some way. and he comes back to you every week with details of your life you'd only mention in passing. he'd chuckle - a soft little smile at the way your eyes went wide. for someone so dense, he wasn't all that out of touch when it came to you. one morning your hands trembling just a little more than normal when you hand him back his change

(he tells you later he paid in cash just to see you stumble)

and he asks you with a plain look. observant.

"do i make you nervous?"

that's when you knew, really. you stood no chance against the all-consuming force that was and is ushijima wakatoshi. the subtlety and nuance in all of his actions left you worse for wear and any suspicions you had about how he might be treating you were to be confirmed much later down that line.

he's dense in the same way avocadoes are fruit. it's true, technically - but in a lot of ways and functionally it's just not the same. you think that the better word to use for him is selectively intelligent - like he doesn't bother thinking about anything that doesn't interest him for more than two minutes. but on the rare occasion it does interest him, i.e how you interest him - he becomes some kind of expert.

you've always been a little stubborn when it came to love. heartbreak does that to you - and you were overly cautious with ushijima. you let your heart walk on eggshells. you didn't let his gestures or touches or glances mean anything to you. you didn't let yourself be swayed by the smell of his cologne - sweet and woodsy on the back of your throat. not by the way he placed his hand on your lower back to walk past you on days off.

and when he took you out, to see the movies and stargaze, you told yourself it isn't a date. you tried your best really. because there is something really unbelievable about ushijima wakatoshi liking you - beyond the fact that he's some pro-athlete.

there's something about him that's a little unreal. not that he's perfect, but that all of his flaws make him more attractive. it almost bothers you but he doesn't seem to understand when you give him those lengthy explanations. hands making all types of gestures, flustered as he smiles. he doesn't take anything from your little lecture that day, just gives you a once over as he drives you home.

"oh, so you find me attractive?"

you didn't stand a chance. he was, and is, inevitable. everything about him has this powerful but subtlety all-consuming nature to him. you think the best way to think of it is like letting yourself float. the way you release the weigh in your body and inevitable give into letting it hold you. even if waves came - you'd probably stay in that state.

ushijima is like that. a constant presence and overwhelming force. you get swayed without even thinking. he could probably become president, if he really wanted. lucky for everyone else, he just wants to play volleyball. you think that it's a shame in equal parts that it's a gift but you digress.

the point is that you could never really be away from ushijima. and as hard as you tried to avoid the growing affection - you find that ushijima is always a few steps ahead. always reaching far beyond you with big, strong hands.

you try so hard, to avoid the inevitable. you do it with your whole soul. you're honestly just.. intimated. you've never felt something like him before - not once in your whole life. you're afraid of what'll happen when you succumb to the waves so you dodge the deep sea for weeks and weeks.

he found you after your shift one day after 3 weeks of dry texting and avoided phone calls. wearing a suit and a purple shirt and a nice watch, he has flowers too. and you're in.. a barista uniform with tousled everything and smudged mascara.

inevitable is really the only word. as you stop dead in your tracks, and as ushijima pulls you aside with the mostly gentlemanly smile. you kind of wanna cry when you look at him.

"i've waited a long time but i don't think i can much longer,"― he shifts a little. he almost looks nervous - it's the first time you've ever seen him look anything but overwhelmingly confident ― "i like you and i'd like to be with you,"

he doesn't really offer you much other than a confession and his hands. the frustrating thing is that he doesn't need to. it's the first time he's seen you cry but he handles you well, does it easily like he does everything else. like somehow he's just good at it, soothes you while you sob into his chest and melt into his presence and let yourself fall underwater.

in a probably not so surprising turn of events, you find that ushijima fucks with the same approach that he does most other things.

with careful consideration that seems effortlessly. it makes you feel a little hopeless that he feels good at everything. even at comforting you.

the first time you have sex, you take off his shirt for him. and he takes your hand and puts it up to his chest. gives you the most gentle look. his heart-beat is rapid.

"you make me .. nervous too. just so you know,"

the one thing about ushijima is that everything about him is big and wide and broad. he kisses you like he's trying to circle the solar system - there's a slowness to it. a vastness as he has you seated in his lap with his hands exploring up your body. his hands are everywhere. he's good with them. not too gentle but not too rough as the spread your thighs open.

he cups your pussy and it fits in his whole palm. his middle finger teases your slit as his kisses travel south, down your jaw and onto your neck. they latch onto your chest with a little breathless sigh - like he can't even breathe. it makes you clench when he talks to you - raspy.

"you're.... beautiful,"

he makes you shy. so shy as you lean forward a little and rock into his hand - a burning need nipping at you. and his eyes widen and his cock stiffens and his breath hitches and you think this is the first time you've caught him off-guard before. you wanna bask in it but you're too desperately so you latch onto his lips again.

ushijima does everything right. with knowledge in it. he kisses you and sucks on your tits and plays with your clit with this.. knowing. he likes seeing you fall apart he thinks. he likes how you get when he takes it much slower than he needs too - how he drags you through one orgasm to another with this lithe. he lets you lean over his shoulder when he fingers you - and his two fingers stretch you out like four of your own.

his cock is big. bigger than you think any person could ever take. you stare at it for a long while, gaping at it. your hands barely fit around it and that image burns itself into ushijimas brain like a permanent memory. your mouth falls open and your eyes look hazy and ushijima thinks that he's never wanted to be inside of something so bad before.

"it's so big," ― you whisper, hoarse ― "i-it won't fit,"

"i'll make it fit," ― is his only reply, kissing the crown of your head ― "sit tight,"

he does, by the way. make it fit. he makes it fit good - makes it stretch your pussy out but you don't feel like you'll break. there's a little pressure inside, and your clit swells with desire and blood - but it fits. and his eyes are glued to the way your cute little cunt seems to be swallowing him like it's nothing. it's enough to make him lose his mind.

"c-can i move?"

you nod and he does. slow at first. he draws the noise from you - a slow and soft moan leaving your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you. but it gets faster, goes much faster than you thought it could.

eventually he has you bouncing in his lap, on his cock, with such force that you feel like you can't breathe. it feels unbelievable, sets off a supernova in your gut like at any moment you could come undone. you feel like you're breaking and ushijima doesn't help, soft grunts and whispered affections.

"you're so beautiful," and "im so happy" that make you feel dizzy. you'd probably give him anything he asks for. he bounces you on his cock and lets his thumb just rest on your clit and you're so close you can almost taste it.

"cum for me," ― like he's begging ― "please,"

what choice do you have anyways? you cum on his cock with a silent scream, like your voice is tearing a blackhole into space and you shudder while he holds you in place. he finishes only seconds afterwards.

"did it feel good?"

you give him a wide-eyed look. he's dense at times. you don't know how to hate him for it so you just sigh and nod, cozying to him.

"y..yeah,"

he kisses your forehead, sweaty and tired.

"good,"

yeah. you were right.

you never had a single chance of winning against him.

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[sweetobsessive]

I just found your blog and your self aware Genshin Au and I have to admit I really like it. Just to be clear that I understand it correctly; basically it’s about a player darling who died and then got reincarnated as an all powerful God who then proceeded to create the world of Genshin Impact, those people and Archons then in turn worship them as an all powerful God.

Anyways, if I’ve got that correctly, how do you think the Archons would feel about a very sweet darling who tries to do her best to take care of her followers and just the people in general? She’s very kind and patient and compassionate and all that jazz.

It's almost like an endless loop, pretty much!

Although I do have a couple variations of it - the one you talk about, as well as the one where Darling is transported to Teyvat which almost breaks the cycle entirely in terms of the lore, and the one where they become a villain - the Villain!AU. I might make a full post on the different variations of it and how the plot works out later.

Characters: Zhongli, Venti, Ei

Desc: Their Creator was so loving and nurturing, how could they keep their eyes off them?

Zhongli would wonder if it was possible to fall more in love. Your sweet and patient nature reminds him almost of Guizhong - the one who has haunted his heart for so long. And yet, here you are, almost like a reincarnation of her.

Or maybe, Guizhong was a version of you. Either way, he watches as you follow your follower's going-on's, and how you watch with pride as they achieve so many things. He almost feels like you feel like a proud parent, watching their children go out into the world.

He devotes himself to you even further, trying his best to alleviate the stress some followers bring you. Some of them - Childe - come back to the Palace with bruises and bleeding wounds, and you gasp as you immediately summon a healer to help them. Zhongli scowls as he notices this - of course you fall for it every time, the kind and gentle person you are - but he knows better. Childe is getting himself hurt like this on purpose, hoping that you'll give him more attention.

As Childe looks up and smirks, it confirms his suspicions. He'll most likely take over and distract you if he sees Childe approaching, sending you off where Childe won't be, and then greet Childe with a frown at the front gates, before dismissing him with nary a heal or relief for his wounds.

Venti would take full advantage of this. He's one of the followers who constantly checks in with you, talking casually about his day, and expressing his sincerity for his love of Mondstadt. He notices how whenever he talks about subject's he's passionate about, you always seem to brighten. And whenever he expresses the slightest displeasure with something happening, you'll step in to rectify the situation.

"Your Divineness, Mondstadt is flourishing! It's just a shame that the slimes are so common nowadays, attacking Dawn Winery so often..."

You proceed to summon one of them, letting them know sternly and firmly that doing that was hurting the economy of one of your nations, and the slimes immediately oblige. You can't help but feel bad, so you offer to buy grapes from Dawn Winery to feed them sometimes. Almost like... feeding ducks bread. Or is it wheat?

Ei would feel taken aback. She's lived a harsh life as a war goddess, and a general of the shogunate army before her sister died. As you treat her with care, cooing over her, and making sure she's comfortable in your palace, she shifts nervously.

"Is everything to your liking, Ei?"

"Your Divineness, I don't... understand. Why does it matter?"

You seem almost taken aback, explaining why it does.

"Because I love all of you! And what kind of 'god' would I be if I didn't make sure you all had the best lives you could lead."

She's flustered at your casual approach to it - who declares love out loud so easily? - but she starts to accept it in the way she accepts Yae's random drop-ins to her Plane of Euthymia. As she gets more comfortable around you, she might start bringing gifts by.

"Oh, I was reading this novel and thought you might like it."

"Have you tried this flavor of Dango before, your Divineness? It's absolutely... divine."

(you snort at that one)