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berylcups · 5 months

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PLEASEE do cuckhold la squadra

ITS A VISON NO ONE ELSE IS SEEING.

Hey there! Sorry it took so long! There were so many possibilities I could do for this one so I’m going to try more in the future! 🤩

Get Cucked! Illuso/Formaggio x Reader

CW: Cucking, cheating(does it count if it’s just fantasy?), drinking, petnames(lots of em), masturbation, oral,

Notes: technically the GameCube doesn’t come out in the EU until everyone is DEAD in 2002 but we are going to ignore that little detail 🥲 also it doesn’t seem as descriptive as I want it to be, I’m going through a writers block but this is helping me come out of it so thank you for asking for this! 💜 Beryl

MINORS DNI

It was another night of hanging around the base. When a few or more people aren’t out on missions they tend to hangout at the base and get drunk, watch football, gamble, and just chill out.

Y/N was splayed out on the sofa playing on their game boy. They were playing tetris and they were pretty tipsy from drinking nearly a whole bottle of Chianti by themselves so they weren’t doing as well as they usually do in their game.

“Fuck… lost again? This game sucks.” They groaned.

Illuso and Formaggio were drinking together like usual. Despite all the teasing they were good friends but they just had a strong rivalry and wanted to outdo each other in every little thing. Illuso looked over at Y/N and snickered at their frustration at their game.

“Aww poor baby is too drunk to play their game huh?” Formaggio called out to Y/N.

“Fuck off man…I’m not drunk. Dis’ game is just bullshit.” They slurred, giving him the finger . “ Dammit I lost again!”

He laughed at their response. “C’mon now sugar, I’m just teasing.”

He lowered his voice so only illuso could hear.

“Y’know you're really lucky to have Y/N as your partner. You should let me have a chance with them once in a while.” He whispered.

“Me sharing my Y/N? No way man. That’s just cucking and I’m no cuck.” Illuso laughed.

“Friends share but fine-be a greedy dick.” Formaggio huffed. “Well you can’t blame me for asking. You hit the jackpot with them.”

“Why thank you. I’m very aware of that.” Illuso said smugly. “ Y/N maybe a cold and reserved AFAB but they know quality when they see it.” He said, flipping his hair.

“Yeah yeah- if you’re going to jerk your ego off go do that in private.” Formaggio said annoyed.

Iluso gets up and walks over to Y/N who’s now half asleep. “Hey- scoot over so I can sit down.”

“Nuh uh. How about you come sit in Zaddys lap” they smirked while patting their lap.

“ no— because I’ll end up crushing you.” He snickered at their drunken attempt at flirting.

They tried to get up for him and immediately got a head rush. “Woah… dizzy.” They mumbled.

“Yeah you had enough for one night. Let’s get you to bed.” Illuso picked Y/N. “Well I guess that’s it for tonight. See you assholes later” he said as he took Y/N upstairs to his room and placed them into bed. They snuggled up to illuso as he draped the duvet over them and he tried to fall asleep but…he just couldn’t. His mind kept going back to what Formaggio said—to let him have a night with his Y/N.

Getting with Y/N was tricky. When they first joined the hitman team they were very reserved and quiet…so much that he was ordered to spy on them to make sure they weren’t doing anything against them for the boss. But somehow by some miracle he was able to win their heart. They’re very domestic and loving… and when working they are sadistic and cruel. They were the perfect partner and coworker. He won’t admit it but he’s very lucky to have Y/N and can’t imagine life without them! But… something feels missing. But what could that be? He has everything he wants right? That’s what he thought until his damn friend Formaggio got inside his head about fucking Y/N!

When he really thinks hard about it…He really wants to see them let guard down and be slutty for once. Not just a slut but a whore. The thought of Y/N being uncharacteristically promiscuous and cheating on him is somehow making him hard. That’s a secret that he’s going to take to his grave. He doesn’t want to be known as “ Illuso the Cuck”. But the thought of Y/N being unfaithful just makes him blush.

He’s never going to act on these fantasies but how realistic could it be to get Y/N in on this kink? He knows they’re extremely selective with who they allow into their pants. With Y/N being reserved it does make things a little more complicated. Formaggio would be the perfect guy for them to cheat on him with. The three of them work together the most and Y/N has stated they feel the safest with the 2 men. And… they get along very well—always joking and talking about morbid topics. As curious as he is to let it play out, He’s just going to have to keep it a fantasy.

His pride is far too strong to allow another set of balls near his precious Y/N. They’re his! He found them first! He’d never let him fuck them! That’s his partner! They are a power couple! Nobody is gonna waltz in and take Y/N away from him!

He looked over at Y/N who’s now fast asleep. They have an innocent look to them when they snuggle up with him sleeping. He wanted to sleep but he couldn’t ignore the erection he had straining in his boxers. He pulled his stiff cock out and closed his eyes focusing on his fantasy as he jerked off hoping he didn’t wake Y/N up …

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“C’mon sweet thing. Don’t tell me you don’t want this” Formaggio purred, gently holding Y/Ns chin up to make eye contact with him.

“ I do like you Formaggio but… I’m with illuso. I can’t just betray him like that.” Y/N said hesitantly.

“ don’t worry about it! If anything happens I’ll make sure I get in trouble and not you.” He reassured them.

“I mean, how can anyone be mad at this cute face? Just one little kiss? Pretty please?” He cooed.

He was really putting the charm on. If all he wanted was just one kiss would it really be that bad?

“ I don’t know…” they hesitated. They were starting to break down their barrier just a bit. “ as long as it’s just one kiss then okay.”

He tilted their face back up towards him and leaned in and kissed them deeply. He nibbled gently on their bottom lip and sucked on it, tempting them to let him in. They were reluctant at first but they were starting to feel fuzzy with lust and opened their lips enough to let him slip his tongue in.

He pulled them closer as they finally reciprocated and let their tongue fight his for dominance. He chuckled into the kiss and grabbed their ass.

“!!” They gasped as he groped them and pulled away for a second. “ wait wait wait- this is getting out of hand” they stuttered.

“Aww come on sweetie~ you need to loosen up a little. I bet I could treat you better than he ever could.” He caresses their face. “I mean- who is so secretive about their relationship? The entire team didn’t know you two were together for 3 whole months! Who the hell would ever keep you a secret? I’d be showin’ you off left and right! I definitely wouldn’t be afraid of showing you some love in front of everyone! He’s not doing good enough for you honey~ let me show you what real love looks like. How about it?” He sweet talked them.

They thought hard… “well…it would be nice if Illuso showed me off more… Maybe hes ashamed of me? I just thought it was because he didn’t like PDA.” They said, voice wavering. “Maybe I don’t put out enough? I’m just so self conscious because I worry about my appearance and my personality since I’m so shy…” they started tearing up.

“No baby of course not. Don’t think that way. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He cooed while kissing away the tears running down Y/Ns cheeks. “He just has a bad habit of not appreciating the things he has. He's spoiled. It has nothing to do with you, no more tears bella.” He hugged them tightly.

They said nothing but nuzzled into the hug. “You’re really good at hugs.” Y/N said, laying their head on his shoulder.

“Hmm is that so? Who’s better- me or Illuso?” He asked with a hint of playfulness.

“Oh I don’t know… don’t make me answer that!” He nuzzled his face into their neck and gently placed a few butterfly kisses on them in response. “You realllllly don’t know? Are you sure?” He teased.

“Okay okay. It’s you. You’re better at hugs.” They giggled. “But don’t tell anybody!”

“I keep it as our little secret.” He said with a wink. “Speaking of secrets…how about I show you a good time? I bet I can satisfy you better than he can~” he purred.

Y/N finally caved in to Formaggios charms. “Ok but we take this secret to our graves. Nobody can ever find out about this.” They said sternly.

“Of course bella. You won’t hear a word out of me once this is all said and done!”

He gently pushed them onto his bed and pulled their pants off.

“You have the cutest panties you know. I bet you’d rock some crotchless ones~” he flirted, hooking a finger under the waistband and pulling them off.

Y/N covered their face out of shyness. “Crotchless?! That’s lewd!” They whined.

“Being lewd would be a good look on you~. We just gotta get you in the mood. I’m gonna turn you into a little whore” he spread their legs and gave their cunt an experimental lick to see their reaction.

“Ah~” they softly moaned and shuddered.

“So cute~. But I know you can get louder than that!” He grabbed their hips and pulled them closer to his face so he can eat them out. He licked them roughly focusing on fucking them with his mouth.

“Ah~! Maggi!” They mewled at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s right sweetheart! Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good!” He encouraged them. He fucked them with his tongue and gently rubbed on their clit to make sure that no part of them was neglected.

They kept crying his name over and over. He wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there but he was there to please them. He kept himself sane by grinding his hardness into the edge of the bed.

“Tell me angel, who’s better at eating your pretty pussy? Me or illuso? Be honest or I’ll stop~” he teased.

“Uh… I don’t know… don’t make me answer!” They whined.

“Wrong answer!” He stopped licking and gave a wicked smile. “I’ll give you one more chance. Who’s better at eating you out? Me or him? Be honest now!”

“Wait don’t stop! Please!” They cried.

“Baby all you gotta do is tell me and I’ll do whatever you want! I promise” he said squeezing on their inner thighs.

“Okay! It’s you! You Formaggio! You’re better than Illuso! Happy?!” They cried in frustration.

“Verrrry happy!” He teased. He spread their bottom lips and slipped a finger inside. “I bet you want more than one finger right?”

“Mmm…yeah. More fingers please.” Y/N softly moaned at the intrusion.

“Well…only because you said please.” He teased as he slipped a 2nd finger in and curled them to brush up against that sensitive spot. He nearly pulled out their drooling cunt and back against the spot again to a slow brutal rhythm. He flicked his tongue over their clit and gave a harsh suck to the small bundle of nerves.

“Augh… maggi~” they whined. “Don’t stop~” they spread their legs further, and grinding their cunt on his face.

He fingered at a faster pace and lapped at their clit. He made a lewd slurping sound as he sucked on their clit and the fingering made wet squelching noises.

“Oh fuck Maggi~! You’re gonna make me cum!” Y/N held his head down in their crotch.

“Mmmph~” he moaned into their cunt and fingered as fast as he could as his way of encouraging Y/N to cum.

“Maggio~!” They cried as they came. They nearly crushed his head between their thighs as they rode out their orgasm. They went limp and panted hard looking down at him in a lust induced haze.

“Wow… that’s the best orgasm I ever had.”they panted, trying to catch their breath.

“Glad to hear it honey. But I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He purred. “I’m gonna make sure you cum on my cock too. Now be a doll and get on all fours for me won’t you?” He said rubbing your thighs.

Y/N obeyed and rolled over on to their hands and knees.

They could hear him unzipping his pants and pulling them off. He gives their ass a firm smack and he snickers.

“Did I ever mention that you have a cute little ass? Well ok sweetheart I’m gonna start now.”he says as he lines his cock up with their entrance.

They were well lubricated enough so he was able to squeeze his way in without much sting.

“Shit angel… you’re tight as hell. Illuso better be treating you like royalty over this cunt!” He groaned.

Y/N moaned from the sudden intrusion. They could feel that he pleasantly stretched them out. He nearly pulled out and then thrusted back in. He did this at a slow but forceful pace.

“Tell me who this ass belongs to now?” He slapped their ass as he buried his cock deeper into their wet cunt.

“It’s yours! My ass belongs to you Formaggio!” They cried.

“That’s right~ this is my ass now!” He grunted as he picked up the pace.

They arch their back and mewled and he brutalized their sopping cunt. They were moaning his name over and over like a broken record.

“Who do you belong to?”he grabbed their hips hard as he bounced them on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“You ~! I belong to you Maggi! Nobody else!” They howled with tears streaming down their face from the intense pleasure.

“That’s right! You belong to me!” He thrusted hard enough to where the tip was kissing their cervix.

“I’m gonna take you away from him and show you how a true man treats their partner!” He groaned.

He kept talking about all the promises of the future and what he's going to do for Y/N. Meanwhile his thrusts were starting to become ragged and out of sync. He reached around and started to run circles into their clit.

“Oh Y/N your pussy is so good it’s gonna make me cum!” He panted.

They felt their orgasm coming on quick with their clit being rubbed and their g spot being brushed up on in tandem.

“I’m gonna cum too ~!” They cried.

He rubbed faster and thrusted until he released inside of them.

The sudden warmth from his release finally tipped them over the edge and they cried as they came hard.

“Maggi~ I’m cumming!” The mewled and their cunt spasmed around his cock.

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Illuso looked down at his hand which was now covered in his own cum.

“I can’t believe I came to that …” he thought as he reached over for a tissue on the nightstand.

“ Am I really into that?” He mumbled as he cleaned his hand off with the tissue.

“Into what..? What are you talking about?” Y/N yawned.

Y/N woke up? Shit… Illuso hoped they were still drunk and wouldn't remember anything.

“Nothing-don’t worry about it.” He said trying to play it cool.

They squinted to see in the dark and saw that he was holding a used tissue. “ You know if you get horny you can always come to me right? I don’t care if you fuck me if I’m sleeping as long as you don’t cum inside.”

“Yeah I’m sorry. It’s just you’ve been drinking and I didn’t want to wake you.” He said trying to cover the reason why he was masturbating.

The impulsive thoughts were coming back… he wasn’t going to let it happen but he wanted to see for research.

“Hey Y/N…”

“Yeah Lulu?”

“What would it take for you to fuck one of the other members here?” He asked.

“Eugh. Why would you wanna know that?” They asked with a disgusted tone.

“Not really do it! I mean for shits and giggles !” He clarified.

Y/N thought about it… well they were both drunk so likely none of them would remember what Y/N said so why not answer?

“A GameCube.” They said bluntly.

“That new game system???” He asked dumbfounded.

“Yeah. Get me a GameCube and I’ll do whatever freaky shit you want me to. There’s this cute game called “Animal Crossing” that I’m really curious about and it looks like it would be fun . So I’d whore myself out for something like that.” They said deadpan.

Illuso stares at them for a second and then starts laughing. “This is why I love you! You never hesitate to answer my fucked up questions!”

Now Illuso has something in the back of his mind to think about…but he cares more about his pride than anything so maybe he’ll just get them a GameCube just as a gift.

#jjba #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #la squadra esecuzioni #minors dni #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #jjba formaggio #jojo formaggio #jjba illuso #jojo illuso #illuso #jjba Formaggio x reader #jjba illuso x reader #jojo Formaggio x reader #jojo illuso x reader #beryl asks

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pretty-boy-streaming · 1 year

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Soft Pin-up Boy (Isagi Yoichi)

TV-MA: ftm!reader, reo!reader, aged up characters, pin up calendars, isagi's thigh kink, implied masturbation, implied sex

summary: Isagi's not the type to read porn magazines. But, he picks one up after recognizing the person on the cover. The younger brother of the person who hates him cause his best friend likes Isagi more. And damn... Reo's younger brother is hot. Really hot.

Well, wasn't that face familiar?

Isagi had passed by a magazine rack, seeing a pin-up magazine. This was a newer company, he had recently seen a few of their issues, but none of them caught his eye like this one.

On the front cover was the younger brother of the wealthy entrepreneur, Reo Mikage. And you were wearing a jersey that was a tad too big... and had Isagi's number on it.

It wasn’t a coincidence either, it was his team and his number and it was barely covering what was between your thighs. His eyes lingered there a bit longer than he'd like to admit. He quickly turned away.

"No, I shouldn't... that's Reo's brother..."

He began to walk away... before quickly turning back and bought the magazine. He then made his way to his apartment and stared down at the cover.

"'Angel'... I wonder if that's his... stage name? Is that the right term?" He shrugged before dropping onto his couch. He opened up the magazine, seeing other guys inside. He swore one looked slightly familiar with prominent underlashes and turquoise eyes, but didn't care as he searched for you. And then he hit the jackpot.

Five. Five whole pages with just you on them.

He set the magazine aside and pushed down his track pants. He sighed and flipped to the first page with you on it. You were wearing his jersey number, however you weren't pulling down the jersey, unlike on the cover. So he could see the gap between your thighs... showing something very slightly. Though, he wasn't interested in what was between your thighs, he was just interested in your thighs. They looked soft... supple... easy to squish and squeeze.

Hell, he knew they were soft. You two had a fling sometime back and he loved your thighs.

"Fuck... Reo, your little brother is fucking hot..."

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You scrolled through your phone before seeing Isagi on the headlines of a football related article.

"Heh... well, well. He's amazing."

"Whatcha looking at?"

You turned and saw Reo looking over your shoulder at your phone. He looked at the headline and his face scrunched up. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Are you okay, Reo?"

"God, why are you looking at that article? Isagi sucks." He pouted and looked up at you.

"Hm? He's cute, and we did have a thing..."

He frowned. "I remember seeing him awkwardly leaving our house before..."

You cooed as you scrolled through the article. "Hm..." You smirked to yourself.

Later that day, you decided to call Isagi.

"Hey... I was just thinking about you..."

"I was thinking about you, too. I was wondering..."

"Huh?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over. We can do things like... what we used to."

"...Wait, really?"

"Really."

"Ah... alright! Yeah, I'll be over in a few, okay?"

"Okay. Don't keep me waiting."

"I would never keep you waiting pretty boy. Oh, and... I have a bit of a request..."

"A request?" You cocked an eyebrow. What could he have to request?

"I was wondering if you have a jersey with my number on it...?"

You looked down at the phone. "Uhm... yeah, I do. Why?"

"Can you... can you wear nothing except that when I get over there? I saw you recent pin-up magazine and wanted to see you in that in person."

You smirked. "Yeah, I can do that."

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #x reader #xreader #ftm reader

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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s13e6 tombstone (w. davy perez)

SAM No. You're – you're dead. CASTIEL Yeah, I was. But then I… annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back.

i mean. that's how i described it too. but laughing that we're seriously gonna say that in this moment without the boys reacting, lol okay!

please not this music, it's making me laugh. papa castiel is home! cue the cheesiest fucking emotional music. you know what it reminds me of? the zelda breath of the wild like... those flashback cut scenes, the memories? mushy ones with zelda haha (plinky piano bits around 19:19 if you're curious)

cas hitting the hug jackpot, 3 unsolicted ones! and the one with jack was sweet

whew and now we get cheesy old west music too.

DEAN Yeah, we've done more on less. Besides Dodge City's kind of, uh, kind of awesome. All right, well… two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, and a dude who just came back from the dead. Again. Team Free Will 2.0. Here we go.

no more suicidal dean apparently, get an unexpected resurrection and cowboy shenanigans and he's happy and fired up

one thing i find endlessly amusing/fascinating is how like, all these years we're gonna have silly little logistical questions like. how they clean their suits, are they doing dry cleaning, are they rolling up their suits in their duffels with everything else, etc etc. but we got to see some ironing not long back and now, dry cleaning bags!

cas's face is cracking me up

JACK He really likes cowboys. CASTIEL Yes. Yes, he does.

also my face at the creative team that decided this was part of dean's schtick. i want to let dean enjoy silly things. but they just push so hard

also they're gonna get one room (albeit a suite) for all 4 of them. jack doesn't sleep much, cas doesn't sleep at all. what are those two gonna do while the humans are sleeping? awkward

SAM You're in a good mood, huh? DEAN Yeah. And? SAM Nothing. No, no, I-I-I just, uh… you've been having a rough go, so it's… it's good to see you smile. DEAN Well, I said I needed a big win. We got Cas back. That's a pretty damn big win. SAM Yeah. Fair enough.

what's up with your attitude there, sam. you don't actually seem very happy. worried he's gonna crash and burn? jealous that it's cas? jealous that cas is taking jack from him? (lol)

little bonding for cas and jack while the humans were sleeping talking about his mom was nice

untitled 1 and 2 our old friends!! last seen i think in one episode in 10x10 and not quite some time before that. if my blog search/index wasn't so fucked i could find more details. song remains the same

set designers let the kitsch explode. those silhouettes

CASTIEL I told you. He's an angry sleeper. Like a bear.

cheesy but i laughed. i, too, wake up in a foul mood and should not be talked to

oh sure dean, you're cringing over cas's line but we've all been very generous in accepting your goofy ass shit like that bolo tie and need to cosplay tombstone to begin with

can truly appreciate the sheer awfulness of that hat cas is wearing out in the sunlight. it's so small, it's so translucent. cheapest of straw hats. (not knockin straw hats! my dad was an avid cowboy hat wearer and had a couple nice straw ones for the summer)

i don't pay too much attention to how time flows on this show, i do know sometimes it can be weeks between episodes, sometimes it's the next day (another thing that irked me on teen wolf was how they spent like... 2+ full seasons in one year to keep the kids in high school). but anyway, i just wonder how much show universe time cas was not off on some whatever, and around to do this stuff hanging out with them. them crammed in sam's room on his uncomfortable bed to watch a movie, like they did with charlie? lol. based on the number of times i've seen it in fic, i gather a bunker room with a tv does become a thing at some point, so maybe it was in there?

.... a shootout in the parking lot of the knockoff wells fargo in broad daylight. what planet are we on right now. so jack can accidentally kill a civilian with his powers, great

CASTIEL Jack, I've killed people who didn't deserve it… my friends– I've killed people I loved. I wish I could tell you that it– that it gets easier, that with time, it hurts less, but that would be a lie because it– it never gets easier. And those moments, they never stop hurting. But that doesn't mean that you should stop fighting. Doesn't mean that just because you made a mistake – and that's what this is, Jack. It's a mistake. That doesn't mean that you can't– can't be better, do better. I believe that. I have to believe that.

so the people he killed that he loved, would that be like. angelic siblings? wonder if the wiki keeps track of who killed whom. he killed a bunch of fake deans in that one episode lol

SAM And we still believe in you, Jack. We, uh– JACK Stop. Just… Please stop.

anyway, point being, wasn't this just an accident?? like when eileen accidentally killed the bmol dude? eileen got a hug and commiseration, they're talking about who they murdered and WE STILL BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT EVIL i would tell them to stop too!

why do they do this with him

JACK No, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just another monster. DEAN No, you're not. I thought you were. I did. But… Like Sam said, we've all done bad. We all have blood on our hands. So if you're a monster, we're all monsters.

dean gets to have his little personal growth acknowledgement

really added dimension to the terror of thinking he's a monster like sam did, with a bunch of unintended injury and now death wrapped up in it. kind of hard to... care about anything except vaguely because we sitll barely know him but if i sit and think about it, sure

and a whole other thing dealing with kid having a meltdown when they can just teleport away.

oh god just considered now dean might feel extra guilty for telling jack he was a monster and he was gonna kill him, now that jack ran away. that could be the crash and burn :p

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn clip #spn musical score #spn desktop background update #davy perez #jay gruska #spn 13x06 #spn zelda music

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allkinds-oftrash · 2 years

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The Crown S5E10 Commentary

Non-Spoiler Review: That was so underwhelming. It just sealed to me what an uneventful season this was. I feel like Peter Morgan only went off on Ep 3, 4 then 7 to 9 then called it a day. I don’t know what exactly went behind the scenes to make him chicken out of going full on with the punches like he did in S4. Anyways here’s my live reactions as I watched it but I’m too annoyed to do a proper season review so lemme direct yall to my lovely mutual @mermaidsirennikita Caro’s post that outlined everything I felt about the season (I do disagree on some points but I’ll cover that in my post tomorrow or something when I’m done being mad - also hi Caro its viscountessevie’s side acc lol)

Spoilers Under The Cut

Dodi and Mohammed!! I've missed them Shksjs Dodi is officially an LA producer Not him bidding against Michael Douglas for a house

The way I really thought it was gonna be Diana 🤡🤡 But it's just Barbara Gordan Sr (Erin Richards played her in Gotham) bdjdjdk

LMAOOO DIANA VOTING NO FOR THE MONARCHY Isn't this a lie tho?? I'm pretty sure she wanted William on the throne eventually... Oh well fiction wise it's fucking funny This voting scene is brilliant I love it so much What a great cold open!

(I forgot I watched the cold open last night before falling asleep and am rewatching this bit again for my commentary and GOD IT'S EVEN MORE HILARIOUS A SECOND TIME)

Oooh it's Lizzie's birthday Lmaoo not her getting gag gifts from everyone BUT CHARLES Between the boring ass book he got for Di and this, he really is the worst gift giver huh Not Chucky being jealous of Pedodrew's stupid gift Damn Charles really is a masochistic always watching these programs that make him upset Lmaooo not Edward and Pedodrew taking the piss out of him

God Queen Mother shut the fuck up you racist bitch "The Great Chinese Takeaway" 🙄 For fuck's sake and everyone laughing. God fuck these racist asses. Yeah this might be a fictional scene but YOU KNOW these bitches have said worse things behind closed doors. I cannot WAIT til the Queen Mother dies; she's so insufferable. Yall did not compare the liberation of a former colony to an ex attending a wedding jfc yall are the worst Charles is gonna fuck up the Hong Kong trip just watch

Random tangent but Fly Like An Eagle is on Glen Powell (Hangman in the Top Gun sequel)'s playlist for his character and now there's a plane while the song is playing, I fully expected Glen to come out of that plane why am I like this 💀💀

Anyways hiii Dodi what a cutie Is Barbara Gordan Sr playing his wife? Nope she is not. Who is Kelly?? Why do we need to know her Is this scene necessary Peter Morgan?? OH?? HE'S SLEEPING WITH HIS ACTRESS?? Dodi wtf don't be one of those gross producers Oh wait is that his fiancee he dropped for Diana oop Also why did I think she was his ex wife that happened way back in the 80s dhdjkd I'm sorry but I did not need to see that scene lmao it could have been an email Dodi really has a type huh Ew he's doing coke God he really became a Hollywood cliche huh I mean I never knew much about him so I can't say if this is accurate or not but if it is, bro why did you become a Hollywood cliche

I never followed Tony Blair's politics but we like him right?? In that case, Charles you're nothing like him How has the second Mrs. Al Fayed not aged at all 👁👄👁 It's been at least a good 7 years since Ep 3

Don't be fucking crude Mou Mou Let them speak their native language Kelly Yeah it's rude but you're giving White Woman rn djdkkdkd Heini is right lmaooo Okay actually they did do well with her make up to age her a little

WHAT?? His only talent is women??? "One day you'll hit the jackpot"???? What does that meannnn Mou Mou Peter Morgan are you implying Dodi was a golddigger omg This is so uncomfortable pls Kelly is like ???

Damnn let's go Labour Party let's gooo Ohmygod that's Tony Blair?? Huh the one time the irl person is more attractive 💀💀 the actor is fine but Tony Blair was a DILF back in the day come on

Tell me why I feel sad John Major lost 😭😭😭 He was just so nice this season dhkdjd Lmao this historians convo is so meta especially since Peter seems to have a bias for John Major and have given him a hot actor and made him really chill and cool this season Lmaooo Lizzie you did not just say he's your favourite PM LOL bro it's fine the Brittiana is old af time to decomission her

"The youngest Prime Minister since Lord Liverpool in 1812" WELL Rishi Sunak is coming for that title 25 years later yall "And you're still a young man too" LIZZIE STOP LYING HE'S GOT A FULL HEAD OF WHITE HAIR Johnny Lee Miller playing him doesn't make him less old djdkkd

Can you imagine if the note to Blair had said "GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN" lmaooo Johnnn why you lying "A great job" as if you didn't spend this season just babysitting the royals

This boat nonsense plot line is so fucking stupid and pointless. Peter Morgan THIS could have been an email. I do not care for this shit at all They just sound like rich brats which we already knew they were So you could have used another example to show that

NEW BRITAIN SHDJJDJS This is so stupid omg It's just a fucking boat Lizzie let it go

Like I get sentimentality and all but don't anchor (pun absolutely intended) yourself and your sense of self worth to a old piece of metal Like That I would be alot more sympathetic (because we all have sentimental things tied to our memories)1 if they weren't old rich white people who caused so much pain whining about a luxary no one else can afford and expecting the government to keep funding it

HAHAHHAH HE'S IN BUSINESS WHILE THE REST ARE IN FIRST CLASS PLEASEEEE I CACKLED "You're going to have to be very brave" 💀 Camilla it's just business class yall need to calm the fuck down

What the fuck is this visual Mans is not left out of anything This visual metaphor falls so fucking flat when he's literally usually the one drawing the curtain on people Peter Morgan what are you doing

Omggg the Cantonese burning the British flag What icons They're so right for THAT

Okay Heini has grown on me Girlie really grew into her place in the Fayed family huh Good for her "You were so much more than a model. You were a socialite" MOU MOU WHAT This is so cringey pls

I have gone 20 mins after the cold open without Diana WHERE IS SHE Oh lmao here she is I missed you bby Awww her friendship with Mou Mou is everything I wanna h u g her Her voice is always on point I'm shook

God the flashes give me such anxiety The foreshadowing really gives me the deepest pit in my stomach Oh gosh the offer to Saint Topaz,,, the beginning of the end 😭😭 I don't want her to goooo Yeah Elizabeth took a few eps but she finally grew into the role as Diana we love to see it!

We hate Charles but damn doesn't Dominic look good in a uniform God I hate it here Also booo let Hong Kong be it's own country just passing it off to another country I can't even I get so anxious seeing the rainfall on everyone's head they're gonna catch a cold Dominic lost the Charles voice, it needs to be steeper bud

Charles don't be fucking weird Why did you link the ages to her relatives and husband and now son Don't say it Nope yall are not brothers stfu He said it 🤡 Welll he made Blair say it

Lmaooo Blair sick of the yacht talk too hsjjdkd Why do you feel bad sir?? Bruh it's just a boat 💀

YALL JUST GOT DIVORCED A YEAR AGO - Chill the fuck out Chucky Lmaoo Blair is right he was going behind Lizzie's back and briefing against her They always do this They brief against one another It's messy af

The amount of Charles cocksucking happening in this episode is gross Peter Morgan WHAT did he threaten you with Why are you trying to make him out to be this modern innovative man Was he??? Was he really??? Charles so self serving I cannot LMAO NOT CAMILLA WITH THE KNOCK OFF REVENGE DRESS YOU WILL NEVER BE HER

"Friendly invasion" Okayyy China whatever helps you sleep at night

Helloooo Martin,,, I really am a simp for Martin huh. Listen this season hasn't given me a single person in the main Royals other than Diana to feel anything for So Martin's hotness it is I can't believe I'm saying this: but Lizzie should have said No 😭😭 Martin snitching on Chucky hsjdjdk She's gonna TEAR HIM APART

There's 12 minutes left and this is such an unimpressive finale wtf Peter Morgan bruh what are you doinggg I told myself I won't follow press after the mess than is the Bridgerton production team But I NEED to know what Peter was thinking outlining this season The potential was there and yet it flopped Only Eps 3, 7 to 9 were solid episodes

Lmaooo affair "Divorced man whose wife is still alive" I'M SCREAMING Can't believe I'm agreeing with Charles abt his rls rn Oh never mind fuck you Charles No one brought up Diana why you gotta drag her name through the mud K Chucky sureee Camilla has Did their spin doctor write this episode??

SCREAMS "I don't think it's my behaviour threatening its (the monarchy) survival" Rip him apart harder Lizzie come onnn Yesss throw the whole monarchy away Yeah they yeeted yall cos you OPPRESSED THEM FOR 50 YEARS, idiots

I feel nothing for this stupid ship and her farewell God this is so depressing and underwhelming This ep should have just been the cold open only tbh If you aren't gonna commit to the end of the Diana era then leave it all completely to S6 which is so disappointing, I thought they were finish Diana's story this season I was mentally prepared for that And now I gotta be sick again worrying about it and then mentally prepare for it again before S6

That's it??? That was so underwhelming???

40 mins of white people whining abt their boat and losing a country to independence Then 15 mins of Diana's death foreshadowing?? 5 mins of Dodi being a Hollywood producer cliche and Mou Mou being a dick to Kelly??

That's all??? Bruhhhh

#The Crown #The Crown Season 5 #The Crown Spoilers

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symmage · 18 days

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Jaxon lifted Yasmine up off the ground

"Baby!" Yasmine squealed. "Did you get enough rest over at Mike's?"

"Yeah, we put in an all-nighter on the field and hit the gym for a few hours after. He's trying to outdo me, but you can't outdo the original." Jaxon boasted. "I had to show him who's the top dog."

"That's right! My baby is number 1, with the medals and plaques to back it up."

Jaxon heartily laughed as Yasmine egged him on. "My number 1 fan right here, that's what's up."

He lifted her up higher, getting a handful of her bottom. He squeezed it endearingly and whistled.

"Ooh shit, Yassy...is that ass getting fatter?! I've only been gone for a day."

"Stop it and put me down, silly!"

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm telling you that grip is getting out of hand back there." he grinned. "I like that."

"Focus, Jax. I have something to tell you."

"What's up, baby?"

"Me and the kids finally met the tenant in unit A. She's the new live-in landlord."

"Oh, she's taking on Nana Corelle's position. Is she an older lady?"

"No, she's young, maybe a couple years younger than us. She's really quiet and a bit distant, but she's nice. Jacoby has taken a liking to her."

"His eyes were so fixated on her," she giggled. "You should have seen them light up when she talked about having gatherings in the triplex like Nana Corelle used to do."

"Don't tell me my boy is crushing on the landlord." Jaxon cackled.

"Well, he's a growing boy. I just need him to crush on girls his own age."

"Ah, I know. He'll grow out of it, though."

"It was those damn hormones, girl, and like you said, talk. It was all talk to show off in front of the guys," he replied with a reminiscing smile. But seriously, you were always the one I wanted to claim in school. They all knew I had it bad for you."

"Like father like son," she shook her head. "I remember back in school, you and your buddies used to talk about how pretty and perfect Ms. Harley-Jenkins down the street was."

Yasmine chortled. "Look at you trying to smooth over your antics back in the day. You were a piece of work, Mr. Rogers."

Jaxon gasped. "A piece of work, huh?" He pulled her in close to his chest. "I mean...look at us now. I think I smoothed over a lot and won a jackpot, finally nailing your fine ass in the end. It was what I always wanted."

"You flatter me so much." she smiled.

"It's because I mean it. I love you, Yassy."

"I love you too, Jax." she blushed.

"Now come on," she interrupted their tender moment. "I want you to meet her."

Yasmine led the way into the lobby, hoping to find Kayna at home. Off in the corner near the laundry room, Kayna stood getting a snack from the vending machine.

"Is that her?" Jaxon asked.

"Yep, that's her." Yasmine happily confirmed. "Hey, Kayna!"

Kayna turned around to find Yasmine standing with a man next to her. Was that the tenant of the bottom unit she wondered.

"Kayna, come over here," Yasmine beamed. "You can finally meet Jaxon, my other half."

"Oh! It's wonderful to finally meet you, Jaxon." Kayna smiled as she extended her hand out to shake his. "Yasmine mentioned you briefly, but her face lit up when she did."

Jaxon grinned from ear to ear, listening to Kayna speak. "It's good to meet you as well. I hate that we haven't met earlier." he sighed, "My work schedule has been a bit hectic lately."

"It's alright. Better late than never at all, right?' she shrugged.

Jaxon awkwardly laughed in agreement.

"I've met your kids as well," she continued. "I must say that you have a beautiful family."

"Thank you. I hope my kids behaved well when you met them."

"Besides the ghost story, Briyana told me...everything was fine."

"Oh man , she got you with the story, too, huh?" Jaxon cackled. "She's been holding on to that bit for over two years! I don't think she's ever going to stop telling it." Jaxon shook his head. "I hope she didn't scare you."

"Well...at first, it was alarming, but I've settled on the notion that a child's imagination is quite powerful, and I'll leave it at that."

"I agree!" Jaxon nodded.

"Well, I hope we all get along going forward." Kayna smiled. "I may be your landlord, but I want a good relationship with you all here going forward."

"Yes...I would love that for us as well." Jaxon agreed, feeling a lump in his throat as he tried his hardest to maintain cordial eye contact.

<-Back Next->

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kazariloveandhavok · 7 months

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Chapter 7-The New Best Friend Squad Arc Part 3- Sea-Worthy Smash

Sealinies

Surrounded by Kazari, Finn, Iyexi and Archer, Maila faced her mom, the majestic Mermista. Exhaustion veiled Mermista's features. Being a mom was a hard job, especially when one of your kids was a manchild named Seahawk.

"So, like, what's up, mom?" Maila blurted, hands on her hips.

With a hand massaging her temples, Mermista began, "Okay, so, my spies tell me there's this weird cache box thingy floating around in the open sea. It's, like, radiating some strange vibes."

"So, I guess you want us to go play detective, huh?" Maila's voice dripped with sarcasm.

Mermista let out a long, tired sigh. "Maila, you're gonna be queen one day. Your dad and I thought this would be good for you. You know, learning on the job?" Mermista fetched a pair of keys and lobbed them towards Maila.

"Take the Dragon's Daughter 7. Try to forget that you’re half-Seahawk and don’t fuck this up, okay?"

Maila caught the keys mid-air, stuck her tongue out at her mom. "Well, mom, that snarkiness is why dad scores higher on my favorite parent scale!"

Mermista retaliated by launching her trident at her, missing by miles.

"Haha, missed, bitch!"

"Just scram before I break your neck!"

The Open Sea

Maila was in her element on the Dragon’s Daughter 7, feeling like she ruled the world. "Yay!" she screamed, her voice swallowed by the ocean breeze. Kazari leaned lazily against the railing, idly swirling sparks of havok magic between her fingers. “So,” she began, “has your mother been a moody bitch-canou?”

Maila chuckled lightly, “Yeah, but she’s still pretty cool. She once made sure Finn’s trauma isn’t worse than it is…” she droned.

Kazari furrowed her brow, the magicat’s head tilted slightly.

“Trauma? Maila, what the fuck are you-?”

Maila pointed to the other magicat, Finn, curled up in the fetal position, while Archer and Iyexi were doing their best to confront them. “Finn, just relax, okay?” said Archer.

“We got you, buddy!” Iyexi held Finn’s hand.

“Finn?” Kazari approached her fellow magicat. “Are you okay?” she asked, her aussie accent softened over the years.

Finn looked up at Kazari, saying, “Y-yeah, I will be once we finish this damn mission!”

"Don't sweat it, Finn! You can have a good sob with your moms once we're done!" Kazari jested, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Actually, I can't really be around my moms at the moment…"

"Wow, way to rain on the fun parade..." Kazari responded, her teasing tone deflating a bit.

Maila was busy fiddling with a radar when a blip appeared on the screen. "Hey, guys, I think we've got a hit!"

Everyone rose from their spots and huddled around the mermaid-pirate princess. There it was, the cache box, several feet beneath them.

"Alright, looks like this box is tucked away in a sea cave! Kazari, I could use your help hauling this thing, it seems pretty hefty. Your havoc magic should do the trick," she explained, handing out wetsuits to the team.

Kazari merely nodded, stripping down to her underwear, leaving Finn blushing like a ripe tomato. Kazari didn't miss a beat, she winked at the flustered magicat, taunting, “Guess you've hit the jackpot, tiger. Snap a picture, it'll last longer,” before wriggling into her wetsuit, and the others followed her lead.

One by one, everyone dived into the azure depths with the only expectation being Finn who said, “You guys go ahead, I’ll…stay back and watch the boat…”

Maila shot them an empathetic look as she dived in. Maila's seafoam green jacket melted around her legs, which fused into an aquamarine fish tail.

"Alright, stay close," Maila directed, speeding off into the depths with the rest of the team in her wake.

Kazari lagged slightly, swimming alongside Archer and Iyexi. She asked, "What's up with Finn? They seem off-kilter."

"Finn has a thing about water, but it's their story to share, not ours," Iyexi replied, a serious undertone in her voice. Kazari simply nodded in response, understanding the sentiment.

As they neared the cave entrance, Maila called out, "We're here. Kazari, you're up with me."

“Got it,” Kazari replied, swimming up to join Maila at the cave's entrance. The other two hung back slightly, providing cover and watching out for any surprises.

The underwater cave was darker than the surrounding sea, its entrance guarded by a mess of coral and sea plants swaying lazily in the current. Maila and Kazari had to maneuver carefully to avoid disturbing the fragile underwater life. Once past the entrance, they turned on the small lights attached to their suits, illuminating the gloomy interior.

The water inside the cave was cooler and eerily still, reflecting the beams of their lights in strange, distorted patterns on the rough cave walls. They advanced slowly, the silence broken only by the sound of their own breathing and the occasional crackle from their comms devices.

There it was, nestled among an outcropping of rocks, the cache box. Its metallic surface was half-buried in the sand and encrusted with layers of marine life, making it seem more like a part of the cave than an alien object.

Maila signaled to Kazari, pointing towards the box. With a determined nod, Kazari conjured her havoc magic. The sparks danced around her arms and core before reaching out towards the box, lifting it gently from its bed of sand and rocks.

Just when they thought everything was going smoothly, Kazari's eyes widened at a pattern she spotted. It was unmistakably similar to those cursed spiders they had encountered before.

"What the hell?" Kazari blurted out.

"Kazari, what's up?!" Archer and Iyexi's voices crackled through the comms, their concern palpable.

Maila followed Kazari's gaze just in time to see the sand beneath them begin to swirl and shift. "Guys, we need to move, now! We're not alone down here!"

Before they could react, the ocean floor erupted in a cloud of sand and debris. As the dust cleared, a massive, monstrous squid revealed itself.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Iyexi's exclamation was barely audible over the chaos.

"We have to secure the box!" Maila commanded, doing her best to keep her cool in the face of the terrifying creature. As the squid lunged at them, they swam as fast as they could, the cache box in tow. Their hearts pounded in their chests, the adrenaline fueling their swift escape.

Through gritted teeth, Kazari shouted, "Alright, I'll keep the squid busy, you guys secure the box!"

"On it!"

Without wasting any more time, they all lunged forward, each grabbing a corner of the cache box. Maila, thanks to her mermaid physiology, found the task easier. A mermaid's strength is volumetric - directly proportional to the amount of water in contact with her body. In the vastness of the open sea, Maila was easily the strongest among them.

As they struggled with the box, Kazari swam headfirst into the fray. Her aim was to distract the gigantic squid long enough for the others to make their escape. It was a dangerous plan, but it was all they had. With a deep breath, she charged towards the monstrous creature, ready to face it head-on.

With a determined look, Kazari summoned her havok magic. Electricity crackled around her, creating an impressive, almost mesmerizing display. It felt like pins and needles pricking her scalp, but she had to ignore it. And just as she hoped, the squid turned its focus to her, tentacles lunging in her direction.

Seizing her moment, Kazari pushed off the cave wall, dodging the squirming tentacles with agile precision. She swam underneath the box and latched onto Maila’s tail, swimming swiftly to join the group.

"Archer, teleport us out of here, now!" Kazari's voice was firm, carrying the urgency of their predicament. They needed to get out, and they needed to do it fast. Archer did just that, warping the four, and the box onto the boat, in front of a perplexed Finn.

"Are you serious?!" Finn's voice echoed through the communication devices as the crew scampered back onto the Dragon's Daughter 7. Maila made a beeline for the console, revving up the ship's engines and steering them away from the underwater chaos.

Minutes later, when they were safely away from the giant squid and the adrenaline had started to wane, Finn repeated their earlier question, this time more slowly, "Can somebody please tell me what the FUCK just happened?"

Maila, steadying her breath, managed to give them a succinct answer: "Giant squid. But we did get the cache box!" She hoped that her words carried some reassurance. Despite the unexpected challenges, they'd succeeded in their mission.

“Welp, in any case, let’s crack this fucker open,” said Kazari.

Wanting to contribute, Finn popped out their claws and broke off the lock. Inside the box, were all aging weapons: an armcannon, a trident, a set of power boosting gloves, bow and arrows and a short sword and sheath.

At first, their faces reflected nothing but underwhelmed surprise. This was what they had risked their lives for? A bunch of old, worn-out weapons? But then, the realization dawned on them. These pieces were more than just weapons…

"Guys! If I'm not totally off-base here, these weapons... they look like they were crafted by the First Ones," Maila announced, her eyes wide with realization.

"The First Ones, you say?" Iyexi mused, carefully picking up the armcannon. "Well, in that case, they might actually be of use to us."

Archer nodded, his hands running over the bow and arrows. He sensed the age and craftsmanship in the simple tools. Meanwhile, Finn took hold of the gloves, inspecting them with a quiet curiosity.

As for Maila, she found herself gravitating towards the trident, a sense of familiarity washing over her. Kazari, on the other hand, chose the tanto and its sheath, a certain fondness evident in her gaze.

"Well, regardless of where they came from, they're definitely going to give us a boost for shop class," Finn commented, breaking the momentary silence. "So, at least there's that, right? Right, Kazari? Uh, Kazari?"

They all turned to look at Kazari, who seemed to be in a sort of trance. Her gaze was fixated on a rock outside the ship's window, where an unusual, smoky blob was swirling around…

Later that night…

Alone in the quiet of her dorm room, Kazari found herself captivated by the aged sword she had claimed earlier. It had an undeniable charm, a feeling of history that was too intriguing to ignore. With the sword resting in her lap, Kazari leaned back in her chair, her sketchbook splayed open on her desk.

Her pencil danced across the page, guided by her hand as she poured her thoughts into a flurry of lines and shapes. But there was one shape, one image, that kept resurfacing in her mind. The smoky blob she had seen swirling around the rock.

"What is that thing I keep seeing?" she wondered aloud, her gaze flicking back and forth between her sword and her sketchbook. "What is it trying to show me?" As the night deepened, Kazari found herself lost in her thoughts, her curiosity piqued by the mystery of the swirling smoke and the sword.

#she ra spop #she ra finn #she ra #she ra and the princess of power fanart #fanfiction

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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I come bearing a request! The Brothers with an MC who's really good at cooking and baking? Like, the stuff food blogs dream of. Master-level instagram pastries. Could compete with the chocolate guy if they put their mind to it.

👀 ooooo, I do love me some pastries-

(I know you have an *ahem* distaste for Lucifer, dear moot, so enjoy Lucifer acting like a bit of a dingus in his section!)

Lucifer

Oh, the human can cook. *insert asshole eyeroll here*. Great. Wonderful. Groundbreaking. That’s what’s got all his brothers acting like- what was that word Levi used? Simps? This human has turned six of the seven rulers of hell into a bunch of simps.

Sure, the human has near godlike cooking prowess. Sure, everyone looks forward to their day for cooking. And sure, everyone thinks the human’s pretty great.

Tsk, not him though. He’s a refined demon. Some silly food isn’t going to make him a lovesick fool… did he smell eclairs..?

Lucifer peered into the kitchen to see MC carefully taking a tray of eclairs out of the oven and letting them cool off on the counter. His favourite dessert… right there in front of him…

Due to not being a total moron, MC notices Lucifer and asks him what the hell he’s doing just standing ominously in the doorway. Lucifer makes up some bullshit excuse about reminding MC to do their homework and just leaves. Okay, game plan, he needs those fucking eclairs or he will spontaneously combust.

As he snuck into the kitchen that night, Lucifer took a moment to briefly wonder why he was creeping around his own house. He was the Avatar of Pride for pity’s sake! He could eat whatever he damn well pleased! Oh shit was someone coming- no? Okay, back to sneaking.

Lucifer crept into the kitchen, saw the eclairs, and all logic was thrown out the window. Time to eat!

“BEEL NO! NOT THE- Lucifer..?” “…” “…” “…you’re very talented, MC, do you mind making more of these?”

SOMEONE SNAP A PICTURE! THIS IS THE CLOSEST LUCIFER HAS GOTTEN TO BEGGING IN THE LAST THOUSAND YEARS!

Mammon

Ugh, stuck babysittin’ some dumb human, how lame…

As Mammon was throwing a “I’m broke and I’m stuck in a pact with a dumb human” pity party, the most heavenly smell entered his nostrils. Cooking… good cooking… was Barbatos visiting or somethin’? Nah, Lucifer woulda made a big fuss about gettin’ ready for Lord Diavolo. Huh, so what was goin’ on in the kitchen?

Huh? The human? The human can cook? Well damn, maybe this whole deal wouldn’t be so bad. Oi! MC! As payment for babysittin’ ‘em, he got to have an extra big share of- OW!

Did- did the human just hit him with a spoon?! Th-they can’t do that!

Apparently they fucking can. Mammon gets told to sit the fuck down and wait for the food like everyone else. He grumbles on the way to the dining room, but he can’t fully hide his excitement to try the food.

The food even looked pretty! How did they do that?! Magic. It had to be!

After everyone’s tastebuds were blessed with the heavenly substance that is MC’s culinary exploits, Mammon decides he needs to get on this human’s good side in order to receive more food! Maybe even find some way to make a profit or somethin’!

After weeks go by of trying to suck up to the human without looking like too much of a chump, Mammon eventually realizes… hey, this human ain’t so bad. They’re nice, they make him feel good about himself, they give him headpats… he’s really hit the jackpot here!

He’ll offer to help MC bake or cook, but beware, he will try and sample the food before it’s done. Don’t let him lick the spoon!!!

Leviathan

First thought? This human ain’t shit. Thought after seeing their food? WOAAAAAAAH! JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME-

He was unceremoniously cut off by Beel asking demanding seconds. Humph, fine, he doesn’t actually care about this dumb normie food anyway.

…well at least until Levi saw a little something something on TV that he just had to ask MC to try and make. He shyly knocked on their door and when they answered, Levi shoved the screenshot in their face and stuttered out a dinner request.

On the day MC was supposed to make dinner, Levi poked his head into the kitchen and tried to make it look like he was just standing in the same room as MC and not checking to see if they were making his dinner request.

Not that he’d blame them for not doing that… who’d wanna make some anime dinner for a yucky Otaku- OMG JAHSHSHABA THEY’RE MAKING IT! *fangirl squeals*

As Levi continues to commit the SIN of being in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, MC eventually just asks him if he’d like to help out.

“Here! Just keep turning the takoyaki.” “R-really? You trust me?” “Yes, Levi. You watched how they made it on your show, right?” “Yes! I won’t mess up! I swear on my honour as an otaku!”

All in all, it was a very cute bonding experience for the two. Now it’s a regular thing. Levi requests something for dinner or dessert, MC makes it, Levi helps out.

Satan

So, the human can cook. That’s nice. At least someone in this literally god forsaken house can.

He makes sure to thank MC every time they cook, then he makes sure to thank whatever deity is watching over him that Solomon wasn’t the human staying with them.

As the months progress, Satan realizes, he should learn how to cook better. I mean, Levi and Mammon were somehow both improving in their cooking endeavours, and if MC could teach those two, then he would be a breeze.

Satan walked into the kitchen and simply asked if MC needed any assistance with what they were doing. MC just slid him some garlic to dice and that’s how this mentor/student relationship was formed.

Satan was a star pupil, but Mammon and Levi weren’t above trying to sabotage Satan’s progress to get him to leave.

Here’s the thing, the sabotage worked, but it only worked once, and the two idiots didn’t stop to think that maybe they shouldn’t sabotage the meal they were going to have to eat later.

Well, cooking lessons continued uninterrupted after the ghost pepper incident…

Even when he’s ‘graduated’ their little cooking class, Satan’s always willing to lend a hand if needed. He also will slyly hand over some recipe books and cute baking supplies that he finds. MC should be prepared for lots of cat related things to come their way.

Asmodeus

The human can cook? Oh frabcious day! He’s saved from a life of his brother’s mediocre cooking! And the human’s so cute too! What a bonus!

Not only is the human cute, but their food is just so… aesthetic??? Pretty???? Omigosh he just has to get a picture for Devilgram!

For the first few months, MC’s relationship with Asmo consists of Asmo not at all subtly asking to take pictures of their food and post it to his Devilgram. Listen MC, his followers would just love it!

Being the saint-sheep they are, MC lets Asmo sit in whenever they’re making anything in the kitchen. And Asmo slowly realizes “hey, this cute human with the awesome food is actually pretty cool too!”

New Mission: Make the human fall madly in love with him so they’ll want to hang out more.

Whether the mission succeeds is up to MC of course. (I mean, I’m already smitten with him sooooooooo-)

MC offers Asmo a lot of the pastries they make, but the Avatar of Lust almost always declines. Listen honey, he’s on a diet- wait, don’t make that sad face! He’ll eat it! Look! It’s- it’s delicious…

Diet cheat day is now every day MC makes dessert. The feeling of bliss Asmo gets when he takes a bite out of anything MC makes is only second of the treats is second only to the joy he feels at seeing MC happy that he likes their food. It’s just so wholesome I can’t-

MC’s food Devilgram has almost surpassed Asmo in terms of followers and honestly- he isn’t even mad.

Beelzebub

Gasp! Lucifer finally got him the pet personal chef he’d always wanted! Thanks big bro! :D he’ll be sure not to eat this human!

On the first night MC was supposed to make dinner, Lucifer needed to hold Beel back from breaking into the kitchen to see what was causing that heavenly smell. It was, difficult… especially because Lucifer hadn’t slept in three days.

When they all sat down to eat, Beel practically inhaled everything and held up his half bitten plate for seconds.

We here at Stupid Headcanons incorporated recommend that MC have as many bodyguards as possible stationed around the kitchen at all times to ward off a hungry Beel. We don’t want him eating the ingredients and half-tempered chocolate.

A cinnamon roll through and through, he’ll eat everything MC gives him with a big ol’ smile on his cute little face. He’s not the best person to go to if MC wants advice or critique because the best thing Beel can usually muster is “it was really good.”

As Luke said in Lesson 5, Beel would make an awful food reporter. But we love him.

Similar to Levi, he’ll give meal requests on what to make for dinner. (At this rate, MC’s going to have to make some kind of list).

He kind of just waits by the door like a sad puppy whenever MC is making anything because he can’t get into the kitchen :(

Belphegor

The smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house did reach the attic and it only fuelled his rage more. How dare the human win everyone over with cookies?!

After the attic incident, Belphie was won over with cookies.

Belphie just stands creepily in the kitchen doorway whenever MC is making anything and just makes shit really uncomfortable. Why’s he doing that, you may be wondering, well, he’s trying to calculate the energy needed to swipe the bowl of cookie dough and sprint to safety.

He never succeeds, mainly because once he gets to the bowl, MC already has the wooden spoon ready to smack him, so he just freezes mid-theft and slowly puts the bowl down.

“Oh my gosh, it says let the bread dough rest overnight? Let’s get a headstart and go to sleep now.” “Belphie what-” “I made a pillow Fort, come in. Let’s sleep.” “In the kitchen????”

How’d he make the pillow Fort without MC noticing? Years of experience. He’s trained in the art of- MC? What do you mean you can’t sleep right now and you need to get a head start on shaping fondant?

…he may have eaten the fondant while MC wasn’t looking… whoops… Beel may have rubbed off on him a little…

#Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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sosooley · 2 years

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Rec list update. AGAIN. second part here and first part here

Wyatt Earp. Frontier marshal - Stuart N. Lake Well. This is where fame started. Earp would have been forgotten in the Arizona sands (as he wanted), but after the scandalous boxing match between Fitzsimmons and Sharkey, the forgotten Earp was remembered with unkind words by the entire biased press of San Francisco, and after, many years later, Lake became interested in him. And accidentally made him a national hero at a very hard time. Of course, he SIGNIFICANTLY embellished the biography and wrote it as if from the perspective of Wyatt himself, which caused further confusion. Western knight in a white hat on a white horse, defender of orphans and the poor, an ideal man. Uh-huh, yeah, damn it. But we owe everything to this book.

There is an opinion that the old man didn’t like Lake, so he sabotaged his story in every possible way, telling the writer less than a captured partisan would say.

Tombstone. An Iliad of the Southwest - Walter Noble Burns book that started it all, and produced a number of fictional but iconic phrases (like i’m your huckleberry). It's funny that the book came out before the Frontier marshal, but didn’t hit the jackpot. In general, this is understandable, the Frontier marshal is aimed in structure and style at the reader who needs an interesting spirit-uplifting reading. This book is hard to read, isn’t focused on one person, but as an introduction to the origins of the legend (and this is really the creation of a legend) - definitely a must-have.

Wyatt Earp's Tombstone Vendetta - Glenn G. Boyer the author claims that this story was told to him by the son of a man who once personally knew Wyatt VERY closely since the time of Tombstone (the person chose to remain anonymous) and that this man accidentally got involved in almost all historical events (and the author also personally annoyed a bunch of Earp's relatives, Kate's relatives, Matty’s and McLaury’s). And sometimes he gives out SUCH unexpected facts that it’s just really hard to believe. But it's wonderfully written. There is a GORGEOUS DOC here, he is just GORGEOUS. Well, ship-moments are just f u c k i n g good. I recommend reading with a touch of critical thinking. But if at least half of what was told is true - boy oh boy.

The World of Doc Holliday - Victoria Wilcox is the perfect source of material where Doc lived and traveled. Written in the spirit of travel writing in short articles. A golden book for people with ADHD, the brain receives interesting information in short articles about the life of those times, about the transport system of America. A very nice reading. But the information regarding Doc is outright bullshit occasionally.For a biography, you'd better read Gary Roberts.

Tombstone's Treasure. Silver Mines and Golden Saloons - Sherry Monahan is the holy bible of Tombstone's material. A VERY detailed description of the inner city cuisine, saloons and mines, just a hell of a lot of interesting and useful information, written in an easy and entertaining way, I strongly recommend

Kurukshetra and the O.K. Corral: A Comparative Narrative Analysis of "Wyatt Earp" and the "Mahabharat." - Scott R. Stroud Mahabharat. And the history of the Earps. And a huge number of COINCIDENCES. Incredibly hilarious reading, incredibly hilarious references. No, I'm serious, the parallels are incredibly transparent and obvious, you wouldn’t believe me. And another beautiful parallel are Krishna-Doc. oh god, I'm crying. The quote about death-the-destroyer-of-worlds sparkled with new colors.

Hour of the Gun - Robert Krepps novelization of the 1967 movie. That was directed by the same man who directed the 1957 movie Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. The level of gay tension is just overwhelming. The author ships docatt with the fury of a thousand suns. Strongly recommend. gay gay homosexual gay.

The Earps talk - Alford E. Turner a series of sanitized and annotated interviews that Earps gave throughout their lives. A good insight into the heads of the brothers, but we must remember that Earps formal education sucked, although they were smart men, but speak SO artistically, as they allegedly did in the interviews, they hardly could. Doc could. Brothers? I don’t think so

TOMBSTONE An original screenplay. Fourth draft - Kevin Jarre basically the title speaks for itself. 4th version of the script, there are a lot of scenes that weren’t included in the film. The script was greatly reduced and cut, which only benefited the movie, as there are no side lines and a bunch of unnecessary characters. Well, the cherry on the cake is a canonized docatt, I showed this quote once. With an almost spoken declaration of love. Lord, we've been robbed

Wyatt Earp Meets Doctor Death - Andy Rausch an outright fanfiction. Imagine Jack the Ripper in the wild west. The dialogue is golden, but the characters are fucked up. And Josie is also The Ripper. Have you watched the Miike Snow clip Genghis Khan? There's a manic woman at the end - that's the same vibe

Tombstone: The Earp Brothers, Doc Holliday, and the Vendetta Ride from Hell - Tom Clavin is a nice non-fiction book, with more attention on Earp and Doc than Clavin's other books.

The Saga of Doc Holliday - Victoria Wilcox

books:

Southern son

Dance with the Devil

Dead man’s hand

AUTHOR CAN *:･ﾟ✧ S U C K MY D I C K *:･ﾟ✧ sorry but thats shit

#docatt #wyatt earp #doc holliday #tombstone #my stuff #other tombstone stuff

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goldenraeofsun · 3 years

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Day 18: Inferno

“Okay,” Sam says slowly, staring at the pair of them. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Just - yeah.”

Dean glares across the table at the diner, barely sparing a glance at Sam’s retreating back. “Alright, angel boy, you’d better back off,” he hisses. “Sam’s soul is mine - I’ve been working him over for a whole goddamn week, and I’m not gonna let a member of the God Squad get in my way.”

Castiel sits back in his booth, a smug expression coming over his face. “Well, then,” he drawls, “I only have to hold out for a week. That is the deal Jack worked with the Queen, right? Your kind only get two weeks to damn as many souls as you can before you’re dragged back to Hell.”

Dean really should’ve gotten more intel from Ruby and Brady, but he’d been so goddamn pleased. One of his own descendants, still walking the Earth, ripe for the taking. So when his two-week ticket topside came up, he set his sights on Sam Winchester. He found that everything Ruby and Brady said was true; Sam had a killer instinct but a soft heart. He pretended to be a distant relative (not a lie) visiting town and launched the charm offensive.

Towards the end of the first week, Dean thought he’d hit the jackpot. Sam’s girlfriend, Jess, got in a bad accident. They weren’t sure if she was going to make it with all the smoke inhalation, broken bones, and burns.

Dean been ready to offer Sam the deal right there in the hospital waiting room at two in the morning when a fucking angel burst in and started asking Sam questions.

Sam, of course, had no idea this Castiel was anything but his rumpled, weirdly clueless, neighbor.

“What the hell does Heaven want with Sam, anyway?” Dean asks as crams half the fries on his plate in his mouth. Cheeks full to bursting, he garbles out, “Is he supposed to cure cancer or something?”

Looking on distastefully, Castiel shrugs. “He is descended from an important bloodline. Heaven wants to see it preserved.”

Dean leans back in his seat. “Seriously?”

Castiel nods once. “I suppose you want him because he is convenient?”

“Uh, no,” Dean says, pulling a face as he swallows with only a little difficulty. “Convenient would be a mark without a goddamn guardian angel.” He hesitates. “Sam’s family.”

Castiel blinks in surprise, the first emotion Dean has seen on his face that isn’t disdain or disgust. “You’re a Winchester?”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, eyebrows rising. “So?”

“And you said your name was Dean?” Castiel asks, leaning in over the table, an odd, curious glint to his eye.

Dean nods slowly, more than a little uncomfortable as apparently his name means something to Castiel. “So what?”

But Castiel just stares.

Dean glares until he gives up waiting for an explanation and takes another bite of his burger.

Castiel says out of the blue, “Dean Winchester was the Righteous Man.”

“That supposed to mean somethin’?”

“The first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell,” Castiel intones, his voice grave.

“Hold on,” Dean sets down his burger, “Seals? Like, the cage seals?”

Castiel nods. “You broke the first seal.”

Dean's burger drops back to his plate. “What the fuck?”

“Obviously, just because the first seal broke, the apocalypse wasn't inevitable,” Castiel says. “Heaven saved the others.”

“Huh,” Dean says, not sure what to make of any of that.

Castiel raises his gaze to meet Dean’s head on. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Dean’s brow furrow. “For what?”

Castiel drops his gaze, and Dean would almost say he looked genuinely apologetic. “When we discovered Lilith’s plan for you, we laid siege to Hell. We fought our way to get to you, but we were too late.”

Dean’s mouth falls open. “You guys were going to get me out?”

Castiel nods.

“Great,” Dean says sourly as he pushes his plate away, a dark, heavy ache settling in the pit of his stomach. “I need some air.”

“Dean-”

Glowering, Dean scoots out of the booth. “Screw you, Cas.”

He takes off down the street, glaring at anyone who dares make eye contact with him. He should have stayed at the restaurant, waited for Sam to come back and made another his pitch for his soul. But, with all the anger coursing through his veins, he probably would have just fucked it up again. Scared Sam off by flashing black eyes or trying to stab Castiel with a butter knife.

He sighs and heads into a park. Hell doesn’t have a lot of greenery. Even if he can’t make headway with Sam, Earth has other benefits. He slumps down onto an empty bench with a decent view of the empty baseball diamond and the playground currently filled with squealing kids.

That’s another thing about Hell: no children.

It’s probably because all children are born inherently good or some crap like that, until life screws them over and they find themselves with a one-way trip downstairs.

Dean spends the rest of the afternoon at the park.

In the evening, he heads to a bar by his motel and gets a woman to sign over his soul for the low, low price of killing her cheating husband.

Dean is all too happy to make it happen. He offs the guy himself later that night and doesn’t even try to make it look like an accident.

He troops back to his motel, hands and shirt covered in blood, and riding high from the thrill of the kill. When he steps out of the shower, Castiel is waiting for him.

Dean yelps and lunges for his towel. Glaring fiercely, he wraps it around his waist. “What the fuck, dude? Who invited you?”

“I was displeased how we left things several hours ago,” Castiel says calmly, like he bursts in on demons showering on the regular. He’s not even sitting on the toilet lid or leaning against the sink or something normal; he’s standing in the middle of the room like a complete weirdo.

“Forget about it,” Dean says as he shoulders past him into the main room.

Castiel follows, and Dean glances over his shoulder to find him wringing his hands, of all things. Dean hadn’t known angels could look troubled.

“I was one of the angels leading the charge to rescue you from Hell,” Castiel says in a quiet voice. “It was so violent, so loud, and we lost so many of my brothers and sisters.” He shakes his head, lost in the memories. “When we heard that you had broken before he got even close, we fell back to strategize. Our hesitation cost us dearly, and we had to retreat entirely.”

Dean shrugs on a loose tee shirt and grabs a pair of boxers. “Thanks for the recap, Miss Honey. Is storytime done yet?”

Castiel sighs. “I wondered many times over the years what happened to you.”

“I became a demon,” Dean says, letting his eyes flash black. “Not rocket science, from what I understand.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Dean says. “Being a demon is awesome.”

“Is it?” Castiel asks shrewdly.

Dean forces a smile. “Sure it is. I killed a dirtbag husband today. What’s not to love?”

Castiel’s face turns almost pitying, and that is it.

Dean takes a step closer, licking his lips. “Now, Cas, I don’t really buy that you came here just for that. Why did you really fly into my motel room? And why the bathroom? Were you hoping to sneak a peek? Cop a feel through the curtain?”

Castiel’s face goes bright red, and he disappears with a flap of invisible wings.

Mostly satisfied, Dean jerks off and goes to bed.

The next day, Dean goes to the Farmers Market with Sam and tries not to dry heave at the sight of so many raw vegetables. He lets Sam chatter on and on about Jess’s miraculous recovery and does his best not to stab himself in the eye with a carrot.

Cas tails them for six stalls before he “accidentally” runs into them, so Dean can’t trick Sam into selling his soul at the goddamn Farmers Market. Dean doesn’t exactly mind - he hasn’t found Sam’s achilles heel that Dean can make invincible with a little ten year contract.

After, they visit Jess in the hospital and then Sam splits off to have dinner with a few college friends in town.

“Where are you going now?” Cas asks as he and Dean stand alone on a street corner.

Dean scowls. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing,” Cas says, “But I am an angel. Asking was just a courtesy.”

“Right,” Dean says, his mood sinking. “I was going to find a bar. See if anyone’s up to selling their soul. You know, demon things.”

Cas nods. “I will go with you.”

Dean chokes on nothing. “Seriously?”

“You don’t really expect me to just let you and manipulate people into selling their souls?” Cas asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hey, I don’t manipulate anyone,” Dean defends as he vanishes from the street corner and reappears in front of the same bar from last night.

A flap of wings and Cas steps into view, sporting the same scowl as before.

“I ask what they want, they tell me, and I make it happen,” Dean continues as he pushes the door open. He doesn’t hold it for Cas and half-hopes it will smack him in the face. It doesn’t.

Dean takes a seat at the bar and glances around, scoping out his marks.

The bartender comes around, and Dean orders a whiskey neat, and Cas asks for the same, to Dean's surprise.

“Do angels drink?” Dean asks in an undertone. “Can you even get drunk?”

Cas eyes his glass speculatively. “I’m not sure.”

Dean snorts a laugh. “No time to find out like the present, drink up, dude.” He takes a long pull from his glass, watching out of the corner of his eye as Cas does the same.

Ten shots later, they find out that angels can indeed get drunk.

“Do you really want Sam’s soul?” Cas asks, frowning in disappointment - or maybe that might be pre-hangover nausea.

Dean sighs. This was not what he’d pictured when he swapped his full shots with Cas’s empty ones until Cas had dunk about twice as much as he had.

“Yes, I want Sam’s soul,” Dean says dutifully.

“Why?” Cas asks with exaggerated confusion. “Do you really want him to go through what you did? Torture for decades and decades until breaks? Until he loses what makes him Sam? ”

Dean stands up. “Alright,” he declares, his voice deadly quiet. “You’ve had enough. I’m cutting you off.”

“But Dean-”

“No,” Dean shakes his head as he waves two fifties at the bartender and sets them down next to the rows of empty glasses. “You’re done.” He stands and nearly falls to the floor, his arms full of stumbling angel. Great - zero deals for the day and a drunk angel to take home.

Who knows what’ll happen if Cas tries to fly like this, so Dean zaps them back to his motel. He shoves the door open with a grunt and all but throws Cas at the spare bed. “Don’t go anywhere,” he threatens as he stalks into the bathroom.

He turns on the sink so the silence doesn’t get to him and stares at his reflection in the mirror. Except, it’s not his reflection. It’s his meatsuit, the one he chose because it has green eyes and almost the right height. How much of Dean is left that made him Dean in the first place?

Probably not a hell of a lot.

Sighing, Dean does a perfunctory rinse in the shower and brushes his teeth. Suitably ready for bed, he leaves the bathroom, fully expecting to find Cas passed out on the other bed.

But Cas is wide awake and pouting at him.

“You should sleep,” Dean says as he pulls back the sheets to his bed and gets in. “You’re going to have a killer headache tomorrow.”

“Angels don’t sleep.”

He turns over so he faces the wall and not the angel he totally should have left at the bar. “Well, I do. So.”

“The room is swaying.”

Dean yawns. “It’ll do that after ten shots, dude.”

“I do not care for it.”

“It’d be weird if you did.”

“Dean?”

“If I don’t answer, will you shut up?”

“You’re still you. If that was a concern.”

Dean lifts himself onto his elbows and punches his pillow until it submits to the shape of his face. “It wasn’t,” he lies, his words half-muffled.

“You’re the Righteous Man,” Cas says, “Your soul is one of the strongest ever created.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that you still have a soul, Dean Winchester.”

For the rest of the night, Cas sits on that bed, watching over him. He talks occasionally, about the creation of the Earth, the stars, humanity, but he doesn’t seem to expect any response.

Eventually, Dean drifts off to the sound of his voice. When he wakes up, Cas has gone.

He squashes down his disappointment and gets to work.

He heads to the motel’s complimentary donuts at the main office and makes small talk with a few other guests. He makes a deal with one of the maids and the guy who lives in the efficiency at the end of the row.

Both leave bad tastes in his mouth, which Dean tries to ignore.

He meets up with Sam for after dinner drinks. Sam invites him to Thanksgiving at his parents’ place, and Dean fudges his way through a bullshit answer. He’s going to be back in Hell by the time Thanksgiving rolls around. Dean's next trip upstairs won’t be until Sam is long dead - or a demon.

No sign of Cas - Dean could’ve sealed the deal with Sam, and angel boy would’ve been none the wiser. But he doesn’t.

The next day, Dean sleeps in and watches cartoons all afternoon. Hustle culture is bullshit. Dean only has a few days left topside; he's going to spend at least one of them doing what he wants. In the evening, he heads out to a schmancy bar popular with the Mad Men crowd. He signs a few high profile bankers on a one way trip to the Pit, collectable in exactly one decade, and only feels shitty about one of them.

With four days left until his return to Hell, Dean heads over to Sam’s but misjudges the time and gets there twenty minutes early. He paces the hall, trying to figure out his next move, when the door next to Sam’s apartment opens.

“Dean?” Cas asks, almost apprehensive, “Would you like to come in?”

Dean sighs, but Cas’s very presence pulls him forward like a magnet.

Cas doesn’t favor home decor. His place is almost painfully Spartan - and Dean would hazard a bet that Cas hasn't even entered the bedroom since he moved in.

“Do angels even get hungover?” Dean asks eventually.

“Yes,” Cas says, lightly touching his head. “But I ate a whole bottle of ibuprofen, and it dissipated within an hour.”

Dean snorts. “About what you said-”

“I apologize,” Cas says quickly. “I know I made you uncomfortable, but I couldn’t stop myself in that state.”

“No, that’s fine,” Dean says quickly, “it’s - it’s about my soul.”

Cas blinks, and Dean gets the barest spark of blue fire from behind his eyes as he gives Dean a once-over. “What about it?”

“Is that why the deals feel so shitty sometimes?” Dean asks in a rush. “A few times, I make the deal, and I ride high for the rest of the day. Other times, most of the time, it doesn’t… feel right,” he finishes lamely.

Cas nods slowly. “I think - that could be a reason.”

Dean groans. “Fucking awesome.”

“I might have a solution.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks skeptically, “What’s that?”

Cas swallows. “I spent the past few days combing through the libraries of the Men of Letters, a secret society of supernatural researchers and experimenters.”

“Nerd.”

Cas ignores him. “One branch, a few decades ago, successfully cured a demon,” he says as Dean’s jaw drops open. “It took several days, but,” he coughs, “we - I could try to cure you. If you’d like. You’d become human again.”

Dean inhales a shaky breath, and feels like something exploded behind his ribs. “Really?”

“There’s a catch.”

Dean’s shoulders slump. “Of course there is,” he mutters. “What is it?”

“It would be an actual deal between us,” Cas says, meeting Dean’s gaze squarely, “so I require the deal to be sealed through the usual methods.”

“The usual - are you talking about a kiss?” Dean demands incredulously.

Cas tilts his chin up in challenge.

Dean takes a step closer, the corners of his mouth rising in a slow smile. “Angel, if you ever wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask,” he murmurs, tangling his fingers in the lapels of Cas’s ridiculous coat.

Cas is still chuckling as Dean closes the rest of the distance between them.

#suptober21 #demon dean #angel castiel #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #canon divergence #different first meeting #enemies to friends to lovers #rae writes fic

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou:

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC

he has a family in the future

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time”

cue the waterworks

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes

oh shit

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,” you say to the boy

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

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idesofrevolution · 4 years

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Okay: Bad Boy Musky Transformation it is. Enjoy!

I knew, of course, that Marco sold whatever the degenerates in the neighborhood needed. Weed, Acid, Ecstasy, Shrooms, Coke... take out the hard ones and you have his menu. He always seemed to afford the good things in life with his dark money. Two weeks ago he’d bought a Ducati; a week prior it was a 60 inch TV! God knows it wasn’t from dutiful employment, but I knew damn well just what it was that afforded him these luxuries: whatever could be inhaled, snorted, or smoked. And yet, here I was, working two jobs at McDonalds & Popeyes just trying to afford my garbage studio apartment.

He’d only ever been kind to me, I’ll admit. He’d bring by a pizza he said he couldn’t finish, or his old speakers he’d upgraded. Nice guy, if a bit dim. Always out in the courtyard, laying by the pool with his shirt off. Always surrounded by other guys who’d slip him a hundred. It’s not fair! Four years of college and what did I have to show for it? Student loans and no job prospects. Yet there he was: no trade, no job, no future really; but living like a king. So it was one day where I’ll fully admit that my jealousy overwhelmed me.

I was short that month, for the first time mind you. Short only by a hundred dollars for rent, but I had already gotten a notice on my door. Pay tomorrow or get lost. It was this desperation that made me remember every deal that thug made, every 8-ball, every eighth, every pill... Would he really notice a hundred missing from his pile? I knew for a fact that every Wednesday night, precisely at 10, Marco would leave for the hookah club and not return until 4 or 5 at the earliest. I knew he locked his door, a few locks actually, but I also knew that the moron left his window cracked nearly every night. It just so happened that on that particular evening, he did just that.

In that fleeting moment of curiosity, a plan built up in my head. I watched him loudly slam his door, lock his several locks, and saunter out down the stairs. I waited about five minutes before creeping out of my apartment, careful to watch for other prying eyes. I had to be quick. I made a run for it, bolting to his open window on the balcony. It slid open quite easily, and I heaved myself over the ledge and into Marco’s dark apartment. I landed on the ratty old carpet and quickly shut the window. Looking around the apartment, it was a three bedroom for sure. In the same state of disrepair as mine, but furnished with some of the most expensive, gaudy things I’ve ever seen. Brand new leather couches, a coffee table made completely of glass, a massive stereo system next to his 60 inch TV... An absolute manchild lived here.

However, I wasn’t there for the TV or the oversized sectional. I had a sneaking suspicion that he, like many of us, kept his extra money somewhere in the bedroom. Ensuring that no noise would come from my steps, I snuck quietly down the hall, covered in paintings of scantily clad men toward the bedroom. Interesting, he swung that way, huh? Opening the door, a wafting stink hit me in the face. The room was covered in dirty laundry, used condoms, half rolled blunts, and lines of coke on nearly every surface. This is what I was expecting, and I was surely right. Holding my nose shut, I crept toward his dresser, and began to ruffle through his belongings. Damp socks, damp underwear, damp lycra, everything in there was damp and reeking. I slammed each of the drawers shut, and opened the closet. There, on the tile floor behind rows of pristine sneakers were a pair of destroyed old Vans; and inside each were rolls of hundred dollar bills. Jackpot. I knelt down and grabbed one of the rolls, momentarily unclamping my nose to remove the rubber band. The smell was unbelievable. It took me aback, just how strong it was. I’m sure each of the pairs of Huaraches, AF1′s, and the like had strong scents of their own, but from this single pair of beat up old Vans was the most salty, sweet, almost cheesy footmusk that I’d ever encountered.

For a mere second, I contemplated bringing one of the shoes to my face, letting the dirty, wet insole touch the tip of my nose. However, it was in that second that I should have just left well enough alone. The lightswitch flipped on, and looming over me was the hulking, shirtless Marco. In my right hand was his wad of cash, in the left was his grody sneaker. My face flushed, and my stomach dropped to my toes. He crossed his arms and smiled.

“If you wanted a loan you could have just asked...” Words were caught in the back of my throat. I wanted so terribly to make up some fantastic excuse as to my presence in his closet, but the frog in my throat had other ideas. The growing grin of Marco, paired with him beginning to kneel down to my level made my heart nearly stop beating. “And if you wanted a sniff I’d have given it to you.” He smirked and slowly pulled the shoe from my hand, taking a quick whiff of it’s stench. He turned quickly and laughed, waving the wafting scent away from his face before grabbing the back of my head and plunging it right into the shoe. “Okay, deep breath now.”

I tried to struggle, to fight back, but the man was nearly twice my size and pure muscle. There was no chance of me weaseling my way out of this. I had to just play along with this weird fetish that he seemed to have. I inhaled a quick breath, barely getting any stink.

“No, no. I said deep breath.” I felt a strong hand shoot to my crotch, grabbing my junk within my jeans. The shock of this invasive gesture broke my concentration, and a gasp of breath escaped from my mouth. Into my nose, my mouth, my sinuses, my brain did the musk penetrate. I moaned loudly, the confusion of a powerful grope and a powerful scent submerged me into a strange state of consciousness. Or rather, a lack thereof. I was inhaling the footsmell like air, and I couldn’t get enough. My cock began to tent in my pants, and I felt my right hand drop the roll of cash I thought I so desperately needed. “Ahh, haha. That’s right, let it in. Let me in.”

His voice seemed distorted, as if we were in a deep cavern, it echoed in my skull. He removed the shoe from my face, pulling me to my feet by my bulging groin. Guiding me toward his bed, I sat down on the smelly sheets, no longer in complete control of my faculties.

“Take your clothes off.” His words entered my ears like soft velvet, it felt wrong to disobey. In fact, I wanted to obey. For the first time, I wanted to listen to whatever this man told me to do. His bulging muscles, his plump lips, the way his crooked smile felt so dangerously mischievous, the way his smell took my breath away like a vacuum. For the first time, this man was everything I wanted. I ripped my clothes off and lay there on his bed wearing nothing but my bare, cold skin. Smiling, he took hold of my throbbing, upright cock in his rough hand. Ripples of goosebumps ran up and down my body as he slowly ran his calloused hand up and down my shaft. Each stroke allowed a groan or a moan to sneak out of my lips, before he leaned down atop me and planted a soft kiss onto my lips. He tasted like an ashtray and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, rolling atop my own, I could feel some of his taste transfer to me. I can’t explain it, as we kissed I could feel that taste of cigarettes and blunts seep into my tongue. I pulled his pants down, his thick, uncut cock tumbling out of his compression shorts onto my stomach. He smiled as he pulled away from the kiss. I stuck my finger under his foreskin, swiping it around, and brought it to my lips. It tasted like ripe, sweaty cock, and I began to crave it. “Oh yeah, babe you’re a keeper.”

He jumped up, and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. I got a perfect frontal view of his gorgeous cock and saggy balls, his virile and manly smell kept pouring into my nose and into the depths of my mind. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my eager mouth forward, engulfing his slick, smelly cock. I suckled, my loud slurping seeming making him even hornier. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him fiddling with something just out of view. As he thrust down my throat, I realized just what it was that he had. His used condom, I presume from whatever sexy fuck occurred the night prior, was in his hands. I closed my eyes as I felt its rubbery walls close tightly around the tip of my cock, slickly sliding down my shaft until his cold, creamy load touched my slit. With a loud snap, I looked down and saw his thick white cum completely enveloping my cockhead. I only got a quick glance before he’d pulled out of my mouth, replacing his succulent cock with my now favorite smelly shoe. I licked the sole, letting the thick toejam season my ashy tongue as the musk thrust into my nose once more.

I knew what was coming, and I was prepared when I felt that slippery cock slip like butter into my tight hole. He’d grabbed my cock, covered in his seed, and jerked in tandem with his thrusts into my ass. Sensory overload. His smell, his seed, his cock, his taste, the very sight of him... It was all him. He was marking me. I was his property, and I was glad to oblige. Every single hard smack against my ass cheeks, every stinking waft into my brain, every breath of his smoky breath coming out of my mouth... It was too much! He fucked like a madman, stroking my cock into his slime until I felt a strange tingling in my cockhead. It was a slick, penetrating sensation of his seed... slurping into my slit! I was nearly screaming as I felt it sink deep down my shaft, into my engorging balls. It was stewing, brewing inside my growing sack! I heard him howl as he unloaded his fresher load into me.

I felt his cock within me shooting spurt after spurt... going from ounces to gallons very quickly. His cum spread throughout my body like water into a balloon. I could feel the silky liquid beneath my skin, creeping, inflating every part of my body. It seeped up my throat, into my mouth, behind my very eyes into my brain. The pressure grew as I felt growth, I felt strength, I felt different. My body was gelatinous beneath my skin, before slowly firming into a much larger form. An improved form. I pulled Marco’s shoe from my face, and looked at my changing body. The cum kept flowing as I saw my muscled arms, my bulging abs, a grotesquely inflated ballsack... He leaned down and kissed me again, giving me another much needed taste of his addictive taste. My brain was melting, reforming, changing... Things were fuzzy and blurred before it was my turn to blow my load. In it, was who I used to be, my failures, my strife, my worries and obligations... Flowed like a jet out of my cock into his condom. Cum flowed out of the top of the condom, before Marco ripped it from me, letting the hot juices pool between us.

“Lookin’ good, babe.” He smiled at me, and I looked at the man I loved with a smirk. Yeah, I sure fuckin’ do look good. We laid there all night long, fucking and kissing and sniffing and tasting... By the time the sun came up, I was in his clothes, I reeked of his sweaty manly musk, I was wearing my favorite pair of red Vans, and I was readying an 8-ball for pickup later that morning (after a few lines for me and the boyfriend). I kicked back and lit a cigarette, enjoying the laid back life I’d come to love with my man.

It’s a love story. How touching. So let me know what you think. Give me some anons on your opinions! Also, toss a few quid into the tip jar and I’d be eternally grateful <3 <3

#male transformation #badass transformation #gay transformation #musk #musky #feet #smelly men #thuggification #male takeover #original #badboy #smoking #drugs #stoner transformation

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yourcooladdiction · 3 years

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show me | bucky barnes

a/n: hi! this is my first attempt at writing bucky so please be kind :) enjoy!

summary: jealous bucky leads to a furious reader... but he knows just how to make it up to her.

pairings: bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY!! (smut; fingering, oral, unprotected sex), jealous bucky, angsty, fluff...ish, curse words

The faint glow of the dashboard allowed you to make out his white knuckles as he clutched the steering wheel. He was angry. But you were furious. He pulled into the parking garage of the compound and as soon as the car was parked you stormed inside the building. You were angry that you agreed to stay the night and had no means of escape, you practically lived here anyways but situations like this reminded you why you two haven’t officially moved in together.

The elevator ride is silent. You keep your eyes focused straight ahead as you feel his tension slowly fading. He attempts to reach at you when the doors open and you make a beeline to his room.

“Doll, will please you talk to me?” he finally speaks as he follows you into the bedroom.

“I have nothing to say.” You shrug your shoulders and then attempt to unzip the back of your dress, refusing to look at him.

“How the fuck are you mad at me? Seriously, Y/N?” He raises his voice, as if he has the right to yell at you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You punched a guy I work with in the face. You literally punched him, in the face, and you want to yell at me? Get a fucking grip, Bucky!” You spin around and match his angry tone.

He steps back. You never yell. Never. Even when you two fight, which is rare in itself, you never yell. He quickly gathers that you must be really fucking pissed. He loosens the bow-tie around his neck and runs his hand through his hair. He knows he fucked up, he knows you’re fucking furious and you have every right…he did punch a guy you work with, but he doesn’t regret it.

You glare him up and down, fuck, you hated how sexy he looked right now. Black suit and bow-tie is one of your favorite looks on him, hence why you were so excited to bring him to your work gala. You watch as he loosens the bow tie and you catch yourself internally groan, you wanted to do that. You wanted this night to end with him fucking you senselessly, but no. He had to act possessive and idiotic and immature. You usually enjoy when he gets jealous, it makes you feel good about yourself but something about tonight just made him snap.

“He was eye-fucking you all night. What the hell am I supposed to do? Just stand by?” He asks.

“I know that, you don’t I didn’t notice that? Why the fuck do you think I was being extra-clingy and practically glued to your side all night?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he just looks down in defeat. He knows better than to fight with you on this. You were completely right.

“For fuck’s sake, Buck, you are all I ever talk about, everyone knows we are together. You should’ve just ignored him.”

“Well, I just wanted him to understand who you were with.” He clears his throat.

“I think he got the fucking hint.” You scoff and turn around, attempting to unzip your dress once more.

You hear Bucky slowly walk up behind you and his hand meets yours as you find the zipper, stopping your movements. You sigh as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him. He pushes your hair to the other side of your shoulder opening up your neck to him. His hot breath hits your neck and your knees go weak.

“I’m sorry, baby doll.” He whispers, his lips barely touching your earlobe.

You bite down on your lip, trying to conceal any sound of enjoyment that may slip through. You are mad and you don’t want him to think he can just apologize and everything will be okay. You tell yourself to remain strong. Make him learn his lesson. He leans down and kisses your exposed neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Your eyes flutter shut, this is going to be harder than you thought.

“Doll” he says, “please,” between, “forgive me,” kisses.

You involuntarily roll your head to the side more, giving him more access. His hand that was wrapped around your hip slides up and gently squeezes one of your breasts. You moan immediately. Fuck.

“There she is,”

You can feel his snarky smirk against your skin and you take your elbow and jam it back into him.

“Ouch!” He says as your force takes him back.

“You don’t get to give a weak ass apology and call me baby girl and expect me to melt for you. Think again, Barnes.” You roll your eyes and take off towards the bathroom.

Oh, playing hard to get are we? Bucky loved a challenge, especially if you were the prize. He quickly followed you into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks. You had already slipped out of your dress and you were wearing a new set. Red lace. His favorite.

“Jesus, fucking — shit, “ he whispers.

You spin around and smile at him.

“Do you like? I was hoping to surprise you and us have insanely rough sex tonight but you had to act like an idiot, so —“

Within seconds he has you pushed against the bathroom wall. His hands gripped around your waist, so close you have no way of getting away from him.

“Doll, please, I am so sorry. Please. Let me make it up to you, please.” He begs, his lips go back to your neck as he kisses and sucks gently. Knowing you will eventually give into him.

“You look so fuckin’ sexy, please. God please let me make it up to you.” He asks once more.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes and you could tell he was genuinely sorry, but you weren’t going to give in so easily. He was going to make it up to you just like he said.

“Show me how sorry you are then,” you whisper.

You barely get the words out when his lips are on yours. Fighting for dominance. He slips his tongue out over your bottom lip, gently taking it between his teeth, pulling a delicious sounding moan from your mouth.

“Fuck, doll, do you know what you do to me?”

“Show me.” You repeat your words once more.

His hands wrap around your thighs and lifts you with ease. You wrap your legs around him and feel just how hard you make him. This turns you on even more and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are. You grind your hips into him as he pushes you further into the wall and he gets the hint that you want this taken back to the bedroom. He caries you to the bed and throws you down, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling at his belt buckle. You squeeze your thighs together as you hear the metal of his belt clink, you hated how much you wanted him right now, but you couldn’t help it. He was so fucking hot. Especially when he begged for you. You knew he was going to make it up to you, you knew he was going to fuck you so good.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” His voice a low growl, you start to wonder if you said your thoughts out loud.

He climbs over top of you and the look on his face, the lust in his eyes, you attempt to take a mental picture to savor this moment forever.

“I’m going to make love to you,” he smirks.

You can’t help but chuckle. For such a suave and sophisticated guy, he can be quite fucking corny.

“You’re an idiot.” You say.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Before you can combat his lips are on you. Working there way from your lips to your neck. As he sucks purple marks into your skin, he quickly unclasps your bra, and throws it to the side.

“Hot damn, I hit the jackpot with you, huh?” He says as he licks his lips.

You blush and attempt to cover your face and he pulls your hands away.

“Stop.” He demands.

He looks at you again with that lustful look and you swear this man will be the death of you. He returns to his job of pleasing you by taking a nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your nub and your back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, Bucky.” You groan.

He continues working his mouth on one as his massages the other, alternating every few seconds. He loved all the sounds he was pulling from you but he knew where you needed him most. He trails kisses down your stomach and you instinctively open your legs. He chuckles at how eager you are, slowly kissing your thighs, until he was right at your sweet spot. He kisses your clit through your lace panties and your back arches once more.

“Buck, stop being a fucking tease!” you lean up on your elbows, sternly looking at him. He was supposed to be making up to you, not teasing.

“Impatient are we?” He furrows an eyebrow at you.

Before you could speak he pulls your underwear to the slide and begins massaging your clit with his meta thumb. The coolness sending pleasant waves of pleasure through your body.

“You — fuck!” You moan, head falling back against the pillow.

“Relax, baby doll, I’m going to take care of you.”

He hooked his fingers on both sides of your underwear and pulled them down slowly, making sure to tease you more.

Your fists grabbed at the sheets as his tongue laps up your wet. He gently sucks on your clit as he grips your thighs spreading them further apart.

“Doll, you’re so wet for me, you taste so damn good.” He purred as you moan his name again and again.

He continues licking through your folds and slips two fingers inside of you. He moans into you and you almost cum at just his sound. You feel your orgasm quickly approach as he continues to lick and suck your clit while pumping his two fingers in and out of you.

“I’m — close,” you quiver

“Let go, baby, come on,” he encourages

It only takes a few more swipes of his tongue before you come undone. You scream out his name as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, taking all you give him.

“I got you, doll. I got you. So fucking good.” He continues lapping up your juices.

As you come down from your high you look down to see his lips glistening with your juices. He gives you a devilish smirk as he climbs back on top of you, kissing up your body until he meets your lips.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you more, now give me your cock.”

“Yes ma’am,” he agrees as he quickly sits up and off his boxers.

He aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in.

“Fuck” you both groan in unison.

Your legs wrap around him as he fills you up and stretches you out. You whine and whimper quietly in his ear while he slowly fucks you. He pushes deeper inside of you, hitting spots he’s never hit before.

“B-buck, baby, faster —“ you beg

He listens to your demand as he thrusts his hips into you.

“Shit doll, you feel so fucking good.” He breathily moans into your ear as he rocks his hips against yours.

Your mind becomes foggy as your stomach coils. You’re so close, again. You wrap your hands around his shoulders to give yourself something to hold on to.

“Buck —“ you moan as he strokes your walls with his thick member.

“I know baby girl, I’m right there. Come for me.” He whispers into your ear.

He chants your name in husky moans as he continues his thrusts, speeding up to give you both the release you’re aching for.

You come with a loud whimper of his name and he kisses you harshly as his release is quick to follow. His head falls into the crook of your neck as you both slowly come down from your orgasms.

“You okay, doll?” He whispers, kissing your neck softly.

“Yes,” you answer quietly.

He pulls away and smiles down at you. He loved you, god did he love you. He knew he was such an idiot earlier. He knew better than to act like such a jealous prick, but he couldn’t help it. You were his girl. He loved you and only you. He wanted you to himself, forever.

“You’re forgiven,” you say with a sweet smile.

He laughs and places a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry I was such an idiot.”

“It’s okay, Buck. You’re just a jealous little bitch.” You grin.

“You’re not wrong, what’s mine is mine.” He winks as you roll your eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me? You must be ready for me to fuck you now,” He growls before capturing your lips once more.

This was going to be a long night.

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Get ready! For Boost! AND Magnum.

September 4th, Geats Day! I've been itching to get into this, you've got no idea. What sort of desires would be reflected in our Riders' eyes this season?

My tag for this will be... "the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory". Mute that in your tags for your convenience.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Those waves were from the trailers!

-Coin

-Ah yep, the loot boxes!

-There he is, the Geats Man.

-God, I can't wait to hear the theme song.

-That is a... very nicely animated inverted CGI pyramid, but

-Sakurai Keiwa!

-My man just wants a job, give it to him.

-Oh shoot, he's a mad man.

-"I want world peace!"

-We are strong! No one can tell us we're wrong! Searching our hearts for so long! Both us knowing love is a battlefield!

-Oh shit, series over already?

-Wow, not even two minutes in and we already have aspirations of godhood?

-Who will change the world?

-"Noooooooo, my jooooooob!"

-Sara-neesan!

-"Bro you'd just donate all that money to charity lmao"

-"...yeah </3"

-Jesus, Sara. We don't need these kinds of scenarios so soon.

-Tanuki soba~!

-I'm personally more of a kitsune udon guy myself.

-"I am Neon Kurama! And I just fucking murdered by the housing market!"

-Oh fuck.

-Those guys definitely aren't from around here.

-Let's gooooo, soba time!

-"MY NOODLES"

-Feelin' boxed in, huh?

-Ooooooh, he killed that poor man!

-Keiwaaaa!

-Jyamato, huh?

-Desire Driver!

-Quite the body count, even for this early.

-"No dreaming for you, normie!"

-There he is. The Polar Bear Man.

-And the Buffalo Zombie Man!

-Ooooooh, love that Poison Charge.

-Gamers rise up.

-All these points.

-Oh shoot, we're going

-Where's Mr. Fox?

-Still has his Ace!

-Esu Ukiyo... what kind of man are you, I wonder?

-Awesome bike, awesome bike.

-Where we droppin', boys?

-Ooooh, a fireman type!

-Love this kinda drama. Shirowe(?) and Buffa are definitely gonna impress me a lot.

-The world's coming to an end!

-Oop. Guess poor Shirowe wasn't enough of an epic gamer.

-Ohhhh, there goes Miss Neon! ...I fear this may be foreshadowing.

-Mr. Fox with the save!

-Not gonna show us the full transformations yet, huh?

-Ooooooh, gonna build me up.

-I love how he instantly assumes he's her boyfriend.

-"Soooooo, you're saying I have a shot."

-...I have noticed that he didn't specify whether or not he had a chance with Keiwa or Neon.

-Definitely get a lot of Kagami/Tendo vibes off of Sakurai/Ukiyo.

-Hitting that there jackpot.

-The world's ending, just like that?

-Thank you for reminding me that the dinosaurs are all gone. Just like my friends Ikki and Vice :(

-Ah yes. "Let's end the world and start over."

-That's a very appropriate response.

-Set!

-Magnum!

-Ready, Fight!

-Oooooooh! Love this music.

-"Get ready for the highlight of the game!"

-Oooooh, man can shoot!

-God, he's so cool...

-Magnum Shooter 40X!

-Ah yep, the classic circling strategy!

-Hot damn, fox man!

-Oh, he got shooties on his arms too!

-Goddamn!

-Oh, here comes the fortress.

-Oooooh, he snipe!

-Oh my god he kissed it.

-Set!

-Boost!

-Ready, Fight!

-"It fucking ate him"

-Geats about to bring down the house.

-Get Ready! For Boost. And. Magnum.

-Oh my god, he's upside down.

-Let's do this thang!

-Revolve On!

-EHHHHH indeed, Keiwa.

-Magnum Boost Grand Victory

-Mission Clear.

-Ukiyo Ace.

-Our new God of Desire!

-"Who the fuck, man?"

-Kamen Rider Geats.

-"Oh, hold on!"

-His baby done left him.

-"Byeeeeeee~!"

-"A game is happening."

-Oh, the new world is happening!

-Holy shit.

-Imagine going through all that on this frequent a basis.

-Tanuki soba guy's okay!

-Ohhhhhhh.

-"Hooray, you're a Kamen Rider now!"

-"I'm a what now"

-Holy shit, there're so many of them.

-Neon-san!

-Holy shit that's like 50 cats.

-No going back now, Keiwa-kun.

-"That's... not a dream?"

-Is that the theme song?

-I want to hear it, I demand to hear it, I neeeeeeed to hear it.

-Desire Grand Prix. A game of survival only for those truly worthy to change the world.

-Gotta say, this has me hooked. Takahashi's really good at grabbing my attention.

-Let's play again sometime, hmm?

#kamen rider geats #geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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