#like no. i am here for you to ram as many facts about whatever into a 40 minute windo as possible if i dont learn some random shit about a

[cj-kenobi]

i miss when nature documentaries were juicy (showed real not cgi animals and told you actual fact about stuff)

[darthwheezely]

“it’s my party, and i’ll cry if i want to!”

“My friends love you,” Fred said firmly. He would’ve never called it ‘chasing’ or even ‘following’ - but that’s exactly what he was doing. Chasing after you as you descended the stairs down from the common room.

“Yeah, I’m sure they do,” you muttered, your throat opening and closing with a hiss as you had another large gulp of firewhiskey.

Fred, unfortunately for you, noticed this - had been noticing in fact, and stepped in. “Alright, I think that’s enough of that-“

“No! How else am I going to possibly be as…”

“As?” He arched a brow, leaning down slightly to see your face more clearly.

“Whatever, just forget about it,” you mumbled.

“Hey, no wait a second, hold on, hold on. You wanted to come to this party. No one forced you-“

“Yeah, well, no one held a gun to your head and forced you to act like the biggest asshole here!” You reared at him. He scoffed at you, wiping his mouth - a tic you’d learned to watch out for.

“So-so what? I’m the asshole for trying to involve my girlfriend?”

“In-volve me? Involve me?”

It was at that moment Fred Weasley stumbled. He’d have never said it, but his mind felt as if it’d fell off Gryffindor tower with how utterly foolish he felt at this moment.

“Hey…hey, no wait-“

“No, no, you’re totally right. You did involve me. You involved me when you sat there and made fun of me for not knowing about Quidditch. You involved me when you made me look like shit when you accidentally rammed me into the pong table-“

“It was an accident!” He cried, his voice cracking as he threw his hands in the air.

“If it were an accident you would’ve noticed me behind you that whole fucking time, Fred!”

“Well, why the fuck is it my fault, you’re not a goddamn dog!”

“Well, right now you’re treating me like one!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t acting like such a massive bitch!”

Oh.

He knew he’d gone too far. “I’m. Baby, I’m so-“

“I don’t think you are, actually.” Your jaw was clenched, the tears that now fell so quietly down your face were angry, hard and devoid of empathy for your boyfriend. If you could even call him that.

“Y/N.” Fred Weasley’s voice was distant, far off from the captivity of your brain, of that part of you that believed you’d caused this. Maybe this was your fault. Maybe you should go crashing back into his arms. Apologize even.

But you weren’t a child anymore. How could you after willfully sharing a bed with the man that snapped your heart in half over and over and over again?

“I’m sorry,” Fred said once more. But this time, you didn’t give him a response. He didn’t deserve one, not a shred of elicited response as you continued to walk down the spiral staircase.

“Baby, give me another chance-“

“I have given you so many, Fred.” You whispered. “So, so many chances.”

You looked at him one last time.

“You’ve not deserved a single goddamn one.” He watched you reach the doorway, your hands wrapped around the knob.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I know, Fred. You always are.”

[buttercuparry]

Hi. I am in the asoiaf fandom too and while we may not see eye to eye on a lot of opinions there, I really appreciate the fact that you said something about the ram mandir thing. These guys have been taking out processions for the past three days in my city, and had bhajans ring from loud speakers since last night and haven’t yet stopped. I am scared, like genuinely scared the path this country is taking. And I don’t see many people who call out what is going on, even on Tumblr, which is why I don’t go in the desi tag (which is filled with brainwashed desi blogs and the fascist rhetoric) I am happy to see someone close saying something. Hope you stay safe. Take care.

Anon I am scared as fuck too. Like you know I once believed, or had the privilege to believe that it started with BJP and it is going to end with BJP going out of power. But now I realize that the rot of whatever is happening in this country had always been there...it is just that BJP could harness it to build its party and come to power and now to keep its hold on the seat, it is pushing the country to the point of absolute no return.

I am so sorry that you have had to put up with the blatant display of nonsense for the past three days 😭😭 there is relative quiet in the place where i live, but as the days go by, I see more and more people from my state chanting Jai Shree Ram. I am scared as fuck of BJP coming into power here ( the current party is shit...every single party has been, but BJP is a different breed of shit). There are people on tumblr who have talked about Ram Mandir critically, but to be honest, what remains to be said anymore? We know what this is. Everyone knows what this is but some people believe that this religious fundamentalism is a good thing, and so here we are 🙃

Take care anon and yes of course stay safe ❤

(P.s. desi tag is shit and I avoid it like it is the black plague).

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

I think some people here have leftover baggage from the initial hiatus period too much. Maybe because they pay too much attention to the Larries who blackout the stuff that doesn't line up with their fantasy. This is what I remember as one of his quotes in the latter era. Could he drag Harry more without actually saying the words?

https://www.capitalfm.com/artists/louis-tomlinson/harry-styles-rock-n-roll-magic-mushrooms-party/

Harry was trying to hawk the shrooms pleasing stuff with Mick Fleetwood wasn't he? Louis wasn't having it.

You have to remember this is Capital FM. I can count their good, music-focused articles for Louis on one finger hand. They’re smarmy Harries all the way through. Also, their Louis’ quotes (taken out of context- Louis was asked a question directly; he did not volunteer his opinion) come from the Metro, clearly looking to create some discourse.

But yeah. In 2019, Louis was fed up.

The 'Lights Up' singer [Harry Styles] told the publication: "Did a lot of mushrooms here. We’d do mushrooms, lie down on the grass, and listen to Paul McCartney’s Ram in the sunshine."

"This is where I was standing when we were doing mushrooms and I bit off the tip of my tongue. So I was trying to sing with all this blood gushing out of my mouth. So many fond memories, this place."

Speaking to the Metro, the Two Of Us singer [Louis Tomlinson] said: "I am not going to lie. I was pretty surprised to see the whole mushroom thing with Harry. I always used to get told off for smoking joints."

"But anyway… there are some people who want to be known as that guy — wild, crazy, whatever… there are some people that just are."

The 27-year-old went on to boast that he was the wild member of the band and played the rockstar role well when the band were touring around the world.

He said: "There was a good year in the band, especially when I had my mates out. I think I did my bit for the pop rock world, shall we call it that. I did me bit."

“I always used to get told off for smoking joints." This is a funny quote since Harry told Zane Lowe that he never wanted to do drugs in 1D in order not to cause the band to break up, thereby shading his bandmates.

It’s funny because almost everything Dan Wootton wrote about the hiatus in 2015 turned out to be true.

Nick Grimshaw doesn’t like Louis either. He said Harry has “always played it very carefully as he never wanted to be the man who broke up the band.”

Harry would no longer go out with his bandmates to social events, unless hanging out with Irishman Niall, 1D’s unofficial peacekeeper.”

Harry wants them to start their “hiatus” — translation: a break that will become permanent if he is a solo success — by Christmas time. Louis is keen to continue on to next year’s Brit Awards.

“Sure, they might get back together if things don’t work out for them individually. But that’s unlikely because the view is that Harry will become a massive star. In fact, I’m told Sony bosses’ top priority is securing Harry to turn him into a solo superstar.”

Even at the expense of destroying 1D and everyone else in it.

Now Harry Styles is selling magic mushroom nail polish. Amazing how things turned out, but also completely predictable!

[temris]

yakuza 4 thoughts

I forgot to cross post my entries from my DW acc. Well, if it shows something, it’s that using three different blogs to post the same thing was a bad idea. I just don’t know which platform would be best for me. I think a lot about deleting DW and now I am contemplating it again lol (and I’ve already done that once!)

Anyway, the point isn’t my choosing problem. The point is that I finally finished Yakuza 4!

If it’s not apparent enough, Yakuza 3 was probably my favorite to play in the series. I had just finished off 2′s bonkers story and was more than enthusiastic to slip right into seeing Kiryu bonding with the kids in the orphanage. It was everything I dreamed of. The combat was so much fun. Revelations were an excellent addition and getting them was very fun also.

Not sure if it's because how much enamored I was with 3 that caused me not to fall back into the series with 4 soon, or the fact that I wanted to play the other games I wanted to inbetween, but it took me like 6 months to play this one. I had only started playing DMC3 then but that game was hard af, so I wanted to check if my potato PC could run Y4 - turns out, it struggles big time. First day, I played with the settings to get it to working and voila, hello, Akiyama-san.

I then (for no reason at all) went to play Splinter Cell and that was the biggest mistake of my life. Because I absolutely loved it. And couldn't think of any other game until I finished it around 10 days (hey, I suck). Anyway, that already has its own entry so I won't talk about it again. Then, I finished DMC3 and then finally went back into Y4 almost a month later again.

It didn't take me long to find out the problems with the excessive RAM usage this game is guilty for. The problem gets especially apparent once you get to the hostess clubs. It costs me two loading screen being stuck for me to finally understand that it wasn't because of my PC...

The different protagonists aspect of the gameplay is, well, interesting. But for my dumb brain, every time I got used to one fighting style, it changed and I was back to square one :D But that's on me, so not pointing fingers at the game here. BUT I WANTED TO PLAY WITH MY MANS so waiting to get to Kiryu was very challenging lmfao. I loved playing as Saejima since it reminded me of my favorite style to use while playing as Kiryu in Y0, the Beast style. I can see they got many of his heat actions and movement being slow, stuff like that, from Saejima's fighting style in this game.

Playing as Tanimura was my least favorite and while I didn't really have any problems with his arc or whatever, it wasn't fun to play at all. Same as Akiyama, but Akiyama at least has some more heat actions. Also... even though I completed all of Tanimura's substories (except for the hostess club one with the Mars Fighter) it didn't really affect his health bar, which made it really hard to beat his final boss. (For comparison: I barely used one health item during all of the final boss fights for Saejima or Akiyama, and probably used like two for Kiryu's, but for Tanimura's I emptied half of my whole item screen.) I'm thinking that I probably should have parried with that foreign detective in Little Asia but I just wanted to get on with this game as quickly as possible.

Now for the music...

I don't think many of them stuck with me, but that isn't to say I didn't like anything. Saejima's fight theme for one, stuck with me immediately. Same thing for this one, although it plays only once in the entire game! As always, the MEB theme was also in this game so I went in there just to listen to it as tradition of mine 😁 Another one is this one that plays in the table tennis minigame. It sounds like it could be from newer Persona games. I honestly think that vocalist is the same.

And the story... ummm??

It was certainly a very story. Don't know how else to describe it. As with the earlier games I played, at first, everything seems so random but then they all come together. But this one felt even cluttier than the rest. I didn't connect with any of the players in this game at all. But uh, that could be something to do with me. Because I rarely get emotional with these type of stuff. (But then again... I felt too connected to Rikiya in Y3 so...? Maybe it is with the story, idk.)

One last thing I'll add is that Saejima should have been able to sing smh! Neither Tanimura or him sings in the karaoke. Saejima doesn't even step inside the mf building!!

So in short... this game didn't really leave any impact on me and I'll probably forget about the story in like days. Actually I finished it last night and I don't even remember much. All I remember is that Kiryu smiled a lot in the later cutscenes during the final chapter so that was nice. I always love seeing him smile :)

Hey, he’s talking about me.

[captnjacksparrow]

Hello! i’ve read your last post about the UCM and Sasuke’s belief and wants of revenge. Ive never saw any opinions like this and it kinds of made me think more about it thanks to you and understood more in a new light!!!

I have a question tho, i don’t think you ever talked about it here but i would love to have your insight on Tobirama. i never liked him, i always thought he was a closest racist and wanted to marginalize the Uchiha. Maybe im wrong but its really something that bothered me. The fact that he believed that Uchihas must be controlled bc the Village is more important instead of engaging in an open and honest talk with them to let them feel accepted by the higher ups.

And also!!! the curse of hatred he talked about when Edo Tensei, ive never really understood it clearly either😔 Wasn’t it like some gossip he spread or something?? maybe im biased and i would love your insight on this!! Ty for your hard work ❤️

First of all, Thank you for this ask as a response to this post.... And Thanks for giving a Benefit of Doubt about something you are not sure of instead of going full on Hate for misinterpreted reasons or selective reading. 

Before that, I’d suggest you to read this post... [Post Link]... about Obito’s version of Uchiha Clan flashbacks’ contradictions & loopholes that led to so many misinterpretations in the Fandom. Because it’s very important to get some context and also I talked about this character, a little bit, over there. This post is just the extension of that post.

Short Answer to your Question:

Tobirama is not a Racist.

Long answer as follows:

When we pick a single panel related to a character and base our opinions on that panel.... Almost every character would appear Detestable. I could easily call Sasuke as a Murderer for ramming Chidori into Naruto's lungs citing he hated Naruto. But when we consider the context, his sub-textual feelings and his Character Journey as a whole.... That would prove he never hated Naruto. We should do the same for every others characters too. 

All we have to do is to put the context & subtexts together and see if our opinions were right... And If our opinion doesn't match for more than 3 or 4 panels, then all we have to do is to re-evaluate and re-read the material properly all the while by KEEPING CANON IN MIND... DON’T BRING IN HEADCANON OR PREJUDICED OPINION. This is very important for making sensitive claims like Racist, Homophobe. And this post’s intention is just to present every panels related to him and let the readers judge him for what he is... 

MEANING : DON’T IGNORE ANY PANELS & VERIFY IF THE CLAIMS ARE TRUE BY LOOKING FOR MORE PROOFS.

Let me address your issues and then I’ll take it from there.

The Curse of Hatred he talked about when Edo Tensei... Wasn’t it like some gossip he spread or something??

Firstly, He never used the word ‘Curse of Hatred’ at all...

“It’s the Cursed Destiny of Uchiha”

Even the Japanese Raws says the same  

呪われた運命 Norowareta unmei Cursed Fate

This is very different from Curse of Hatred

憎しみの呪い Nikushimi no Noroi Curse of Hatred

Well, Whatever Tobirama said may not be very different from the real term... But I just want to clarify on that.

Secondly, The term ‘Curse of Hatred’ was first used by Obito (disguised as Madara). When Obito met Naruto, Kakashi & Yamato to talk about Sasuke’s plans to destroy Konoha.

This scene happens way before the Hokages got resurrected by the Edo Tensei.

And this is the first time the term ‘Curse of Hatred’ was used in the series in Chapter 462... Whereas Tobirama was resurrected only in Chapter 618. 

“It was fate... The Uchiha Clan’s blood stained destiny to be consumed with hate... The curse that has plagued our clan since it’s inception...”

And there’s no need for Obito to lie about his own clan’s Curse or Fate or however you describe it. Added to that, Obito is referring to this Curse of Hatred that has been plaguing Uchiha Clan since their Clan’s Inception.... I am pretty sure, Uchiha Clan was found long back before Tobirama was even born....

So, He didn’t invent that term.... The only possibility that he could’ve invented that term is to time travel to Rikkudou Sennin’s time and put that Idea into Indra’s head and it got gradually passed down...

Thirdly, Tobirama never spread such rumour to anyone... If that’s the case, Every villagers would’ve been afraid on the sight of any Uchihas just like how they were afraid of Naruto because he was the source of Greater Power that was sealed inside him and they were afraid that Naruto could go out of control at any time... 

Here, Kakashi is revering Uchiha Clan as ‘Elite Ninjas’ but calling out Obito was being ‘Non Elite’ or ‘Dumb’.... And throughout Part 1, I am very sure Sasuke was treated like a Gifted Child... Same with Itachi.... And same with Sasuke’s Father.... 

This is not the behaviour of how a Cursed Clan should be treated. So, it’s very clear that no one in the Village knew any of this. And Tobirama didn’t spread any of those rumours either. 

The fact that he believed that Uchihas must be controlled by the Village is more important instead of engaging in an open and honest talk with them to let them feel accepted by the higher ups.

I really don’t know the source for this claim.... But it was Danzo and the other councilors who marginalized the Uchiha clan after the Kyuubi Incident... They should have been the one who should should have engaged in an Open and Honest talk.... Where did Tobirama come into any of this??? He was long dead by the time Kyuubi Incident had happened anyway... 

But still, I am attaching the panels in the EXACT ORDER here...  The following panel is from Chapter 399, Page 16.

Here Obito is saying, “Only our Eye Techniques are Capable of controlling the Kyuubi...”

Canonically up until that point, that’s true... Kurama himself told this to Sasuke...

“Unbelievable.... To think you’d even be able to suppress my power...”

And we all know how Naruto struggled to control the power of Kurama until Pain Arc... Whereas Sasuke could easily suppress it... 

This is a known fact among Konoha Higher-Ups and hence they suspected Uchiha Clan. Whereas in the very next panel, Obito was blatantly lying that it was a Freak Occurrence, while it’s canonically proved that Obito (an Uchiha) was the one who released it... 

Which proves the Konoha Higher Ups’ Suspicion right... Isn’t it??? 

I am saying, their Suspicion was right but their actions were not... Not one bit... This is where they should have conducted an Honest and Open talk with the Uchiha Clan instead of controlling them by marginalizing them.

And in the same chapter 399, Page 17... the very next page... We get this...

“The Clan’s land was moved to the remote corner of the Village... They had effectively been quarantined...”

This is the page where the words ‘Discrimination’, ‘Quarantined’ appears for the first time... Tobirama had nothing to do with these pages at all... Because he was already dead...

I always thought he was a closet racist and wanted to marginalize the Uchiha.

Again, Like I said... Tobirama had nothing to do with the Marginalization of Uchihas... 

Let’s consider, if Uchiha Clan were indeed Ostracized by him... Since they are already in the corner of the Village back from the time of Tobirama, What is the need for Danzo to move their Lands into a Remote corner of the Village???

What’s the need to marginalize an already marginalized clan anyway????

Like it doesn’t make sense at all... Especially there’s no proof for it.

Or, Let’s go back to the situation of Uchiha Clan people before the Kyuubi Incident...

This is Obito when he was like 12... The Old Lady was very receptive towards him and indeed gifting him a Candy. If only Obito belonged to a Marginalized Clan... Would she even be this nice to him??? Or do you think If this Old Lady knew about that so called ‘Curse of Hatred’... Would she even walk with him without making suspicious face??? Won’t she be looking at him with a look of terror???

Whereas if it were Naruto... The Old Lady wouldn’t even walk with him... Let alone being nice. 

I know some people will say, the Old Lady might have belonged to Uchiha Clan... Lo and Behold, Obito himself says out loud...

“Now that I think about it... I know every old person in Leaf...”

How is it that a boy from a Hate Filled Clan knew every old person from the leaf???? Not to mention he was happy doing that.... Unlike Naruto who was never shown to have a happy times with anyone in that village before Age 12??? 

What Naruto faced was the real Ostracization or Marginalization.... 

This is a panel which clearly shows how Killer Bee was treated in his own Village.... I mean, If the Author could show some struggles of Discrimination for a side character... Why didn’t he expend his energy to show something like this for the Uchiha Clan plot which takes 50% of his story???

Also, Let’s say, if Tobirama did indeed marginalized them

This is the panel from Obito’s version of the Flashback where he talked about Tobirama.

“But even that was a means to keep them out of Goverment Affairs.... They were simply being grouped together to make keeping an eye on them easier...”

Why didn’t Obito say anything about Tobirama marginalizing Uchiha here like he did with Hiruzen & Danzo panel, as I attached earlier???? He is saying that the Military Police Force were given to the Uchihas to keep them out of the Government Council and they were being spied upon by the ANBU.... 

I debunked this claim about How Uchihas were only allowed to become a Cop in my attached post... Obito wanted to become an Hokage, Itachi was in ANBU, Shisui was not a cop, Apart from Shisui and Itachi, there were many Uchiha members in the ANBU team... Kagami wasn’t a cop.... 

Whereas Orochimaru says something else regarding the reason for the Establishment of Military Police Force...

This Panel!!! 

Another panel which gave rise to ‘Tobirama Discriminated Uchihas’ allegations. Well, the sentence “Succeeding in bluntly chasing them away to the outskirts of the Village...” seems like he marginalized Uchiha, Doesn’t it??? Whereas Obito in his Flashback never made any mention about Marginalizing Uchihas... Which one is true anyway???

While we all fail to notice Orochimaru also says.... “The Ones who control crime sometimes tend to be disliked...”.... Well, Canonically Everyone adored Itachi and Sasuke.... The Academy teacher was very interested to speak to Fugaku who is the Head of the Military Police at that time... And there is no canonical evidence in the Manga about anyone disliking Uchihas because they were police... So, where did this claim comes from???

And also, the Same Orochimaru says.... “Moreover, because of their Authority they tend to become conceited (Arrogant).”.... Again... This sentence contradicts what Obito said in his own flashback, Doesn’t it??? Here Orochimaru saying Uchihas became Arrogant because of the Position which gave them the superior Authority... If people becomes Arrogant because of their Job.... It must be really some high level powerful position as opposed to selling Food Products and Flowers.... Whereas Obito was saying that Police Force was a position to keep the Uchihas away from the Government Affairs... That is, the police force is some low level position that was given to the Uchihas to spite them.

Both Obito and Orochimaru’s Claims about Military Police Force contradict each other and doesn’t match up at all. Not one bit.... 

So,

WHICH ONE IS TRUE, BY THE WAY????

Lo and Behold.... Sasuke himself wants to hear the truth from the Dead Hokages.... before his plan to destroy Konoha....

“The Ones who know Everything”

Meaning, Whatever they say are the Ultimate truth..... Sasuke decided to destroy Konoha because he believed Obito’s Flashback was the Truth. But After meeting with Itachi, Sasuke got doubts... If Uchiha Clan was really discriminated for generations after generations by Konoha, even after knowing that... why would Itachi go so far for this Village??? Why would his Brother’s best friend Shisui went so far to commit Suicide??? 

To clear all his doubts... He wanted to hear everything from the Hokages. If Sasuke decided to destroy Konoha after hearing Obito’s Flashback... Sasuke’s decision to protect Konoha was based on Hokage’s version of the Truth. 

And this whole arc was all about Sasuke (As a voice of Audience) asking a question to the Hokages based on his Opinion and the Respective Hokages gives him their Answers... It’s a Q&A Arc where their Answers should be taken as the Final Truth...

So, Whatever Obito and Orochimaru claimed about the Military Police force should be taken with a Grain of Salt. Because it defeats the Purpose of this entire arc and both of those people were making speculations about the Era they didn’t live in and moreover.... Both of their claims contradict with each other... [[I know people believe their claim as the Gospel... But If their claims was true... Why is it contradicting??? ]]

The real reason for Tobirama to give the Military Police Force to Uchihas was...

“I gave them the positions that they were eminently qualified for! And I believed that even if another Madara were to emerge, He could be dealt with right away!”

Meaning... If someday a person like Madara were to show up attacking the Village, Uchiha Clan with their Military Police Force & their Sharingan can able to deal with that person... [[You may claim... This is a lie he makes up to cover his mistakes... And I have Answer for that as well]]

Oh by the Way.... Usually you see panels where Hashirama was asking, “Tobirama! Haven’t I told you not to persecute the Uchiha?!”

That’s such a wrong meaning...��

Now it may seem like, Tobirama treated every Uchiha Clan members were some Future Madara and gave them the position out of Fear of Uchihas and also to watch over themselves as a Fail-Safe measure... Right???

Because Orochimaru also asks the same thing here...

まるでマダラはトラウマのょうですねそんなにうちはが怖いと Marude madara wa torauma no ~youdesune son'nani uchi wa ga kowaito It's seems like Madara is your trauma to frighten you so much about the Uchiha

And this where Tobirama explains about the Uchiha Clan peoples’ Power Mechanism and why he gave that Military Police Force to them... 

“When a Member of Uchiha Knows Love, it’s as if the feelings they were blocking out arise.... Their Love is too strong... And they can end up running wild..”

My Question is... “Was he wrong to say Uchiha’s love is so strong and they end up running wild???”

Because it’s been canonically proven that they are capable of going out of control. 

This is Obito slaughtering Mist Ninjas after seeing Rin’s death.... And what about that Sasuke’s grand stint in Kage summit Arc???? Obito went out of control because of Rin.... Sasuke went out of control because of Itachi....

And then he says this...

“When Uchiha suffer after experiencing the loss of a loved one or despair... Special Chakra sprouts insde their brains, which affects the optic nerve and produces a change in their eyes...”

Again.... Was he wrong about Sharingan????

Obito evolving his Sharingan after the Loss of Rin...

Sasuke evolving his Sharingan after deciding to part away from Naruto...

And then he finally says this... 

“The Sharingan aligns with the person’s feelings and quickly makes the person stronger... together with the hatred in their Hearts... Almost all of the ones who experience strong feelings are captured by Darkness and Turn Evil... The Deeper their Darkness becomes, the more powerful their eyes get, and it’s impossible to handle them...”

And this fact was also proven true...

Obito: Susanoo...? It looks completely different from the previous one... Yes... Every step of the way, his Hatred has made him more powerful to the point his body reacts to it...

Karin: Is that really Sasuke?? This feels nothing like his normal Chakra...

Sasuke evolved his Susanoo out of his sheer Hatred.... And later he stabbed Karin which signifies his venture into the Darkness.... 

So, All of the claims Tobirama made in 2 pages were completely proven true by Obito and Sasuke himself. If these claims were true, then the fact that he gave that position to the Uchihas out of respect and not for Marginalization purpose is also true....

But now you may ask... What is the relation between Sharingan’s power & Military Police Force & Stopping Madara??? 

Well, Tobirama’s entire claim is that the Uchiha Clan members were one bunch of Extremely Loving people... If they lose their love, they suffer a lot and that sufferings arouse a chakra in their eyes which evolves their Sharingan. And the more the Sharingan evolves, the stronger they become which also gives rise to the Hatred in their Heart.... And almost all those sensitive people were captured by Darkness and turned into Evil.... 

Meaning... Uchiha Clan people gain power when they protect their loved ones... And unfortunately if they lose their loved ones, they gain even more power which makes them even more stronger... If Someone so powerful like Madara threatens the Village, Someday... In order to protect their Loved Ones who lives inside the Village, Other Uchiha people could protect the village very well as a Police Force who has the authority to deal with the Criminals like Madara...

Just like how Sasuke got stronger when he was trying to protect Naruto from Haku...

Just like how Obito got stronger when he was trying to protect Kakashi from those Stone Ninjas... 

Even though Canonically they were proven to succumb into Hatred and going out of Control.... Instead of deeming Uchiha Clan as ‘Hatred’ personified, Instead of deeming everyone of them as Unstable.... Tobirama wanted to channel their Strong Love and the power that comes out of it as a means to protect the Village through the Police Force. And this following panel proves everything...

“I wanted to channel the Uchiha’s power into something that could be of helpful to the Village...”

I seriously don’t understand why this Explanation gave rise to ‘Tobirama is a Racist’ claim.... If he was truly a Racist, The very first thing he should have done was to spread delusional lies about Uchiha Clan to all the Villagers and make them hate Uchiha Clan... 

He knew about Uchiha Clan member’s Power Mechanism and yet he didn’t say about these to anyone in the Village... Well, If people come to know these facts, they would definitely be afraid of them just like they were afraid of Naruto going out of control....

“To pull out the Kyuubi Chakra without losing himself...”

Unlike Obito and Orochimaru’s claims about Military Police Force which had no proof or valid panels to support them... Tobirama’s reasoning has a Big Proof inside Canon....

“But you must not lay a hand on the Village and on Uchiha Sasuke” 

Itachi wanted to protect his beloved Brother from the Chaos that would have killed him... And He also wanted to protect his Village.... 

Itachi’s strong Love was what prevented a War and saved the Village. And this strong love was what Tobirama wanted to channel as a whole. Which he explains in this panel...

“But it’s also true that they were very devoted. There were also many, like your Brother and Uchiha Kagami... That surpassed the boundaries of the clan and did a lot for the Village...”

He is basically saying what I’ve said before... “Yes, There are possibilities of people turning into Madara and destroy everything.... But at the same time they are so much capable of Intensely Loving something and that’s why they were very devoted to the village... There were few people like Itachi and Kagami who loved the Village by surpassing the boundaries of the Clan...”

Tobirama trusted their capability to love and gave them a Law Enforcement Position. And that’s why I never considered him as a Racist. 

But....

Despite all these panels.... Why do a part of Naruto Fandom consider him as such??? 

That’s because he speaks Truth in a Blunt way which sometimes ends up being Insensitive (to the readers not to the Characters involved though). 

And Also some heavily Mistranslated words.

And also people misinterpreting Brotherly dynamics and Mischaracterization of Hashirama. 

Firstly... The translation error....

あれほどうちはをないがしろ にしてはならぬと念を押して! Are hodo uchi wa o naigashiro ni shite wa naranu to nen o oshite! I told you over and over to not neglect/make light of/slight the Uchiha!

The term Naigashiro means Neglect or Slight or Make Light of.... Persecute is nowhere near to the meaning like they put in those translations. Neglect or ‘Make Light of’ makes more sense considering the context...

Like I said above, Hashirama never used the word ‘Persecute’ in his Question... That’s totally a grave translation error... 

And then this panel....

Bigotry???? Again a very wrong translation....

そういう言い方はょせと言ったはずだぞ Sōiu iikata wa ~yose to itta hazuda zo I told you not to talk like that

The above one is the right translation.... Such kind of wrong translation with Sensitive words like Bigotry, Persecute carries a different meaning to the western readers.... This is one of the reason he was deemed as a Racist... But in Anime, the translation was accurate, though..

Secondly, In the above panel, he asked....

“An Uchiha, eh? No wonder you are with the enemy...”

I am asking.... Was he factually wrong to say that??? 

At this point, We have seen 4 Uchihas inside the story... Sasuke, Itachi, Obito and Madara.... Madara was an enemy, Obito was an enemy too... Itachi was not an enemy but posed himself as one by joining Akatsuki... Sasuke was an enemy because he also joined Obito and kidnapped Killer Bee, And on top of that he was standing right next to Orochimaru who once resurrected these very Hokages and used them to destroy the Village...  

Actually Sasuke was proving his assumptions right.... 

But still.... Let’s just say Tobirama was wrong to say like that....

Then what about this???

悪に憑かれた一族だ Aku ni tsuka reta ichizokuda It's a Clan possessed by Evil

Another Blunt remark from Tobirama about the Uchiha Clan.... To which Sasuke was asking, “What is it about the Uchiha Clan??? What do you know?!”

Well, people are making a great deal out of this sentence “It’s a clan possessed by Evil”.... Like it’s some racist remark about Uchiha Clan and all that.... While I agree that this comment is definitely Insensitive especially Sasuke is just a Child. But is it not weird that.... Sasuke was asking about his own clan to Tobirama, out of all people, even though he made a hard-hitting claim about his own clan????. If he was written as a racist, Narratively his opinion will always be biased against Uchihas... Because Racist always spout wrong things... But Sasuke was specifically asking him.... 

But is it a Racist remark???

If that’s the case... What do you say about this following panel...???

Here Sasuke specifically asking, “What do you mean about The Uchiha being possessed by Evil?!”

To Which Hashirama was giving off a GUILTIFUL, KNOWING & ACCEPTING LOOK in the highlighted panel to the Bottom Right .... Like he knows the fact about that topic but he doesn’t want to talk about it out loud.... So, Hashirama knows about the fact that the Uchiha Clan being possessed by Evil or Hatred... But if someone openly points out the fact... Hashirama will get mad... Which is totally a biased behaviour, Don’t you think???

And this is not the only time...

“The Stronger their hate, the greater their ocular powers... That’s the secret of the Sharingan...”

Here Tobirama talks about the Hatred being the source of the Sharingan.... And immediately Hashirama reprimands his Brother just like he did before by saying, “Quit saying such things... Tobirama!!!”...

Whereas here, Again Tobirama talks about the Sharingan and the hatred infront of Sasuke.... And here, Hashi agrees with it... “Madara really loved his little Brother... Probably even more than your Brother”

And this thing happened yet again.... 

Here Tobirama is saying, “However... If they ended up destroying themselves for the sake of the Village, that cannot be helped...”

People take these lines as if Tobirama was happy to see Uchihas self-destructed each other... But in reality, he was just indifferent....

And in the next panel, Hashirama gets emotional by saying the same line, “Would you stop talking like that....?”....... To which Tobi says, “What’s important is the Village... The Village is the Cornerstone...”

Whereas Few pages later... Hashi says this,

“Anyway... You had a really Great Brother, Sasuke.... He’s a Better Shinobi than me...”

Isn’t this what Tobirama said about Uchiha Clan with an indifferent tone in the above panel??? Hashi is praising Itachi for saving the Village here... So, Can we take Hashirama was also gleefully happy to see Uchiha self-destructed themselves, according to the Racist logic????

Added to that....

“I still believe... that protecting the village is the best way to protect people, Shinobi and Children...!”

Again, isn’t this what Tobirama talked about earlier that Village is the Important thing...????

In all the above instances, Be it when he said, “A Clan possessed by Evil” or “Hatred is the Source of Sharingan” or “Village is important”, Every fact was accepted by Hashirama himself... It’s just that he was too enamoured with the Uchiha Clan by pulling the punches knowing full well about everything but doesn’t want to talk about it straight forwardly.... 

Am not saying Hashirama was wrong... It’s just that he was being extremely Idealistic by believing Everything will be alright... Whereas Tobirama was addressing the real issues of Uchiha Clan by being Practical.... 

Hashi was being Soft Spoken and Tobirama was being Blunt... 

Hashi says ‘This is not Good’ while Tobi says ‘This is bad’.... This is their Brotherly Dynamics.... 

But people think Hashirama was calling out his brother for being a ‘Racist’ or ‘Bigot’ (a translation error)... While not realizing, Hashirama also agrees with him about everything... 

Which is backed up by this Panel...

“My brother was too soft.... And Madara was too Dangerous.... My Role as Second Hokage was to mediate between them while protecting and reinforcing the Village”

Tobirama said,  “An Uchiha, eh? No wonder you are with the enemy...” 

Well, It’s that same person who said this following as well....

“Your Brother wasn’t the only one... One of my subordinates was Uchiha Kagami, A man a lot like your brother...”

He calls A spade A spade... Give compliments where it’s necessary... If he was a racist, he shouldn’t have said this at all... 

Which even surprised Sasuke to the point of asking, “I thought you hated the Uchiha?”

And he clearly gives his reason here in this panel.... “That’s not true... I simply treated every clan who would pose danger to the Village with extreme caution... Uchiha Clan just happened to be particularly disposed to be considered such... But it’s also true that they could feel such deep love.... Just like your Brother and Kagami who transcended the Framework of Clan and devoted themselves to the village...”

He is calling Naruto & his Brother as a Fool...

At the same time he is praising Naruto as a person who gives Hope just like his Brother...

He called Minato as this comedian...

At the same time, He praised Minato as the one who saved the Shinobi World...

He called Uchiha Clan as A Clan Possessed by Evil.... At the same time he also called them as The Most Lovable clan....

But somehow, Pointing out Uchiha Clan’s instability is called as Racism, huh??? I feel this is super-hypocritic... 

Still.... If all these explanation doesn’t help... I just want an answer to these following panels....

Which racist would want to make Peace Agreement with the enemy...????

This scene happens right after their brother Kawarama’s death who was killed by the Uchihas. Instead of getting angry at the Uchiha clan, he is speaking rationally without getting into emotional rage of going for Revenge... 

If he were a racist, shouldn’t he be pushing towards the Revenge by making an Hate Speech against them??? Am not saying anyone who pursue Revenge are racists... What I am trying to say is that If a child, even after suffering a loss could able to think rationally and find a solution about how to stop the problem.... Then that person could no way be a Racist... 

Which racist would put his Young Team Members’ lives first, which also includes an Uchiha and makes himself to become a sacrificial piece???

This is a flashback of Team Tobirama where their deadly situation forces someone to act as a decoy... The Person the Bottom left is Kagami Uchiha...

Uchiha Kagami was also a member of his Team.... If he was a Racist, shouldn’t he send Kagami as a decoy??? Or Why would he keep an Uchiha in his own team, in the first place??? 

Also, if Kagami stepped into volunteer as a Decoy, he would’ve become an Hokage... But Hiruzen, A Sarutobi clan member volunteered for it and he became the Third Hokage... 

Racists are people who think their Race are the Best.... Why didn’t Tobirama didn’t have any Senju Clan member in his Team, I wonder????

Which racist would try to ask Madara to not kill Sasuke, an Uchiha?

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Which racist would try to Yell at Madara for killing Sasuke, an Uchiha?

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Which racist would want to desperately save Sasuke, an Uchiha with his own forbidden Jutsu?

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Which racist would advise Kabuto on how to save Sasuke, an Uchiha?

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Which racist would help Sasuke to Teleport to wherever he want to???

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Which racist would be glad to leave the Shinobi world in the hands of the Young Generation (Naruto and Sasuke who is also an Uchiha)???  

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I don’t know, Man.... Why is he desperate to save Sasuke at all costs??? Like he doesn’t owe him anything... He won’t gain anything either... Shouldn’t a racist supposed to leave him to die???? 

And to further prove this....

Madara’s perception about Uchiha’s Eye Power & Abusing another person (Sasuke) from his own clan

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Madara claiming Hatred is the only thing that can be passed down...

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Itachi claiming his clan as Pathetic

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Obito (As Fake Madara) claiming that the Uchiha Clan is doomed to eternally seek Revenge... 

“The Uchiha Clan is cursed to Eternally seek revenge... Sasuke has taken the full burden of our clan’s hatred... And intends to afflict the Entire world with it’s curse...”

Am Sorry, This Curse of Hatred information was passed down through that Uchiha Stone Tablet.... And only very few Uchiha members knew about this.... Namely, Obito and Madara.... Because only people with Mangekyo Sharingan can read a part of the Tablet.... It’s not something Tobirama invented and spread it as rumour... This bad information was started by Tumblr Uchiha Apologists...

But I never seen any Apologists blaming neither Obito nor Madara for this Curse of Hatred thing...

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Rikkudou Sennin claiming he expected someone would abuse the Power of Rinnegan... From Indra’s descendants... That is the Uchiha Clan... 

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Whereas Tobirama was the only person to say

Madara, Obito and including Rikkudou Sennin, judges Uchiha Clan as this Power hungry, Hate filled and Revenge seeking people.... Whereas he was the only person to say, “No other clan treasured Love as much as Uchiha...” 

I don’t know... I see him as a Pro-Uchiha Figure here.... 

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To conclude this,

Tobirama is a rational and practical person who speaks in a cutting and blunt manner without any bias towards anyone. Be it the ‘God of Shinobi’ Hashirama or Naruto or Minato.... He called them Dumb and at the same time he won’t hesitate to praise them as well... 

He uses the same approach with the Uchiha Clan as well.... He called them out as a Clan possessed by Evil and at the same time he called them as the most Love filled Clan.... 

He hated Madara but also loved his Team member Kagami and praised Itachi, desperately tried to save Sasuke multiple times....

When everyone was deeming and judging Uchiha Clan as a Hatred, Revenge and Power Hungry people (Canonically it’s proven true as well... So, it’s not entirely wrong to call them as such.... Madara and Obito and Sasuke were the great example of it....) but Tobirama was the only one to dig deep behind their problem and found the real solution behind their instability and deemed them that they are capable of Loving so much and that their Hatred comes from their deep Love.... (This was also canonically proven true.... But no one knows this side of Uchiha Clan.... Not even their own clan members... Sasuke deeply loved Itachi & Naruto, Obito loved Rin, Madara loved Hashirama). 

Somehow, he became a Racist because of what??? He spoke the truth???

Yes, Hashirama was seen reprimanding his Brother when someone is accusing him... But at the end of the day, he agrees with Tobirama completely. Hashirama is just soft-spoken whereas Tobirama was blunt. But Fandom taking Hashirama’s criticism as the One Single Truth screams Lack of Visual and Reading Comprehension. 

And While he was a cautious man when it comes to protecting the Village, he was also the most trusting person by giving a Powerful position to the Uchiha Clan, invented Edo Tensei that would protect the Village.... But somehow Orochimaru misused this Jutsu on his whim and Uchiha Clan misused the Police Force power that was given to them.... And Blaming him back for everything???? Seriously???

And, Yes, Again for the Nth time I am saying that, It was Danzo who ostracized the Uchiha Clan and Hiruzen didn’t make it in time even though he was against it. And this is the Fact he himself agrees in this panel....

“I could not maintain Lord Second’s village building well...”

So, Whatever Orochimaru and Obito talked about the Military Police Force should be taken with a grain of salt because they both never knew about what happened in that Era, they were just speculating, their claims have no further consolidated panel proof and both of their claims contradicts each other.... And also believing their words defeats the purpose of the Entire Arc... Since Hokages words were the Final One True Source....

If he were any kind of a Racist be it closeted or open, why didn’t he massacre the Uchiha Clan right after he became the Hokage??? 

Why did he have to research about the clan he sincerely hates??? 

And I am Sorry.... None of the claims from this Fandom about Tobirama being Racist or Marginalized or Hated Uchihas makes sense.... Especially there is no panel evidence or subtexts which proves their claim as right.... He hated Madara for sure and for a very good reason... But not the Uchihas as a whole....

I’ve brought in All the panels related to this character and presented my insights in this post. And I never thought he was a Racist. It’s only after I ventured into the fandom, I realized the existence of these claims. I went through the Manga again to verify if these claims were true in the hopes that I might have missed something but all I found was nothing

But I’ll let the readers judge whether he is one or not.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#254

"Well lookie here. I have my captain kneeling completely naked in front of me, eagerly wanting to submit to me and my hose. You ready to be my cunt? I see you follow orders, shaved from the nose down. I knew just how much you want this when I saw your beard you’ve had for years now was gone this morning. I can tell you want this so fucking bad. I just didn’t know you had wanted me for so many years….

“When I caught you on my hidden camera stealing my jocks from my locker, I thought you did it to all the guys here. I didn’t realize just how much of a stalker you were until I read your e-mail. When I asked you how long this has been going on, I was referring to the jock snatching. I wasn’t expecting a two-thousand-word history of you stalking me for the past twelve years. It’s extra creepy to find out that on my trip to California, that you had your friend follow me around and hit on me at the baths. If you wanted my fat cock that much, you could have just asked. I would have been fucking you two or three times a week. Instead, whenever I would get horned up from being around all these beefy men for too long, I had to go into the toilet and toss one off.

“I bet you want to see it. Don’t you? I mean you’ve seen it before, at the urinals, but never hard. Your friend sure has. So you know I am big I truly am. Fuck, you couldn’t stop talking about it in your write-up. And you are already salivating at my stripping to my skivvies. My briefs show a big ol’ package. I never try to hide it. I’ve been wearing these briefs for five days now, ever since I confronted you about stealing from my locker.

“See all those piss stains? There are a few loads too. I figure that a cunt that’s been lusting after me all these years is going to do whatever the fuck I want. Right now, that includes drinking some of my piss. But first grind your face into my pouch; I want you to feel the monster that is going to be the center of your universe. With the focus on my big dick, you probably didn’t notice I have balls to match. They need to be drained frequently.

“Go ahead and pull down the briefs, slowly. Take a moment to smell the piss, the stale cum, and the sweat. That’s better than any poppers out there. Pull them all the way down, and hand them to me…. Whew! I stink.

“Hands behind your back. Now with just the tip of your tongue, I want you to guide just my dickhead into your mouth. Do not suck. Do not take more of my shaft. You will be doing both later. Right now, I need to take a piss. Close your mouth around the head and start drinking. I have a full bladder, and I know how to control the flow.

“Oh, fuck this feels good. You’ve drank piss before. Nice tongue action too. I will be using that tongue for a nastier place later. I take it from your moan that you eat ass? Good. I will be using your mouth as my urinal from this day forward. I am not passing up a talented mouth.

“Pull off. I said pull off. I have a lot of piss for you, and I will be spreading it out. It’s a good thing that you were able to get the firehouse cleared out for the rest of the night. Being captain will have its advantages.

“Stand up and over to the bench…. Wait! Holy shit! Ha! Oh my fucking god. That is one tiny needle of a dick. Jesus! What the hell do you do with that? You certainly can’t use it to fuck. How long is it? I mean it is rock hard and it can’t be three inches at most!... What was that? Two and a half? No wonder your ex-wife left you last year for Davies over at the 9th. Don’t look surprised, we all knew she did. None of us knew about this.

“Trust me, your little clit will never be needed around me. In fact, I don’t want to think about it; don’t want to see it either. I mean look at the difference between yours and mine. It’s a goddamned laugh riot.

“I may only be about 7 inches long, but between 8 and 9 inches around. I have met many men that are longer, but I have never met one who is thicker. We’ll need to get a pic of yours being dwarfed by mine later.

“But first, my cock has wrecked many throats, and it has destroyed many ass cunts. Yours is next. I have something for you to put on. Here are ankle and wrist cuffs. Cunts like you have big eyes and small twats…. Good! Now on the bench face down…. With a couple of D-clamps, you ain’t going to be using your arms and legs too much. Struggling is good, but nothing is going to stop my tree trunk impaling your cunt.

“Open your mouth. Remember my rank briefs. You can suck on them now. That wad doesn’t come out until I say it does, you got that? You are giving me a sour look, like you’re tasting something foul. My skid marks must be on your tongue. Oh well.

“You are really looking forward to this, aren’t you? Have you been fantasizing about how my cock will feel pushing in and stretching your cunt? Have you been thinking about it for all these years? Shake your head. Good! Thought so. And in a few minutes my load is going to flood your hole.

“Damn, that is one nice ass. Push up and show me your cunt. Damn, it’s so cute. Feel my battering ram thump it. That will get you tingling. My cock is so thick and your hole is so small, it’s like I am taking your virginity from you a second time.

“Ok flat on the bench. I need to lay on top of you. My hairy chest feels nice on your smooth back. I’m a big guy, and I weight a lot; I know. The moment you have been dreaming of for the past decade or so is about to happen.

“Lift your head. I need to put my forearm on the bench. Do you feel my stache on your cheek? Good. Focus on what I am saying. Listen up. I own you. From this point on, I control everything in your life. I control your ass, your dick, and your mouth. I decide when you have sex, and what man gets to fuck you. I control when you cum which will be seldom if ever, when you piss, and when you shit. I control what you eat and what you drink. Hell. I even control when you breathe.

“You know what I learned when I went to California? You know, the one you had your friend try to pick me up? I met up with a bud that is a motorcycle riding California Highway Patrol officer.

“Quit squirming. I know it’s hard to breathe with 240 pounds of a real man on top of you. That Office showed me how to use my bicep and forearm in a way that puts pressure on both sides of your neck, cutting off much needed oxygen. Go ahead try to fight back. It’s pointless you know.

“Your struggling has gotten my dick leaking. Do you feel my pre-cum running down the crack of your ass? Probably not. You’re too busy trying to get your next gasp of oxygen. Your red face is telling me that you don’t care about your ass right now. Just a few seconds more. Shhh shhh shhh shhh. It will be over in a minute….

“Or less it seems. And you are out cold. Now my cock will slide in easily. Oh yes it does! Fuck! Your hole is like silk. It’s not going to take me long. I’ve been wanting to fuck this cunt for years. I would never tell you that while you are awake. I can’t wait until I got your ass trained to take me without having to knock you out first. I plan on going for hours when that happens.

“Oh fuck this isn’t going to take long. I got a big fucking load that’s going to be shot in deep. Here it comes. Take it you fucking cunt. Urg! Fuck! Urg! Uh! Uh! Ahh!

“Fuck I needed that. You are breathing. Let’s get my briefs out. You have a minute or two to come to. I don’t have to tell you to lay still. I got some pissing to do. Oh that feels nice. My piss filling you up good. When you wake up, fuck, you are going to be bursting.

“I know, my briefs will make a good plug,… for now.

“Lookie there! You are waking up. Good. I’ll give you a few moments. Let me get those cuffs off of you. Wake up. You are at the station. Captain, you remember?... Good! Here’s some water…. Are you with me yet? Do you remember being naked in front of me begging for my cock? That brought a smile to your face. You are back! Just look at my cock now. It’s covered in your ass slime.

“Yeah, I fucked you. Sucks for you that you were out cold. But hey! It was great…. You even have a quart of my piss in there too…. Don’t believe me? When you go to take a shit, pull my briefs out of your ass and a torrent of my piss is going to come pouring out. Yup! Let me just say that unconscious holes offer no resistance.

“Stick out your tongue. I said stick out your fucking tongue. You are going to clean up your mess on my dick. Start with sticking my head in. I got to finish peeing. You were getting too full, and I had to stop.

“Oh yeah, there’s that tongue again. You are going to be a good cunt for me. Oh yeah, this is going to happen again. Remember I own you. And not just as some sex object, but I will control you here at the station. You may be captain around here, but I will be calling the shots. First thing is that I think it’s time for you to think about retirement at the same time get me ready for a promotion, don’t ya think?”

[favoniuscodex]

abrupt confessions (xiao & diluc)

prompt: “you’re oblivious to their advances and they’re getting frustrated” pairings: diluc/gn!reader, xiao/gn!reader word count: 1.4k warnings: fluff, emotional constipation (it’s xiao and diluc)

a/n: sorry that xiao’s hcs are a bit shorter than diluc’s, i’m still getting comfy writing him. this is a part of my 50 follower celebration! please let this one show up in tags this time tumblr

DILUC

diluc never really considered himself an expert in romance. in fact, if you ask him upfront, he’d tell you that he barely knows anything about courting and how to charm someone.

but jeez, he didn’t think it’d be this hard.

as you sit at the counter of diluc’s bar after hours, excitedly trying new types of drinks that he’s concocted, diluc wonders how he’d entered the friendzone this badly.

he literally just handed you a non-alcoholic, bright pink, raspberry flavored drink he called love potion and you had taken it with a smile and complemented diluc on what a great friend he was.

diluc doesn’t feel entitled to your affections. he understands if you didn’t like him back and would respect whatever decision you made! but he at least hopes you’ll acknowledge the fact that he likes you so you can talk about it and get the conversation over with.

despite his bravery on the battlefield, he’s a bit nervous about telling you that he likes you straight to your face. however, this feels like the hundredth thing diluc has tried to subtly flirt with you.

he’s just glad kaeya isn’t here to laugh at his failed attempts. even kaeya picked up on diluc’s crush on you before you did.

all of the subtle tricks that diluc had read about in gossip magazines (yes, he had resorted to those) in order to get you to notice him were just coming across as friendly actions.

as the two of you struck up a small conversation about your last commission, diluc wanted nothing more than to ram his head through the counter of the bar.

“just ask them out,” kaeya had told him. “they’re not going to pick up on subtle hints.”

as much as diluc didn’t want to admit it, maybe, just maybe, his brother was right about something.

the days passed by and no matter what diluc did, you interpreted all of his advances as friendly. a bouquet of cecelias? what a nice housewarming gift! a nice bottle of dandelion wine? what a generous gift!

“(y/n), we need to talk,” diluc finally states, after his umpteenth gift in his attempt at courting you went without proper acknowledgement.

you look at him in concern, worried about his tense tone of voice. “did i do something wrong?” you ask, nervousness seeping into your words.

diluc’s eyes widened slightly. “no, no, it’s not that,” he assures you, quietly noting your sigh of relief. “actually, i think i might have done something wrong instead.”

“huh?” you respond. “i apologize if i gave off the impression that i am mad at you, i can assure you that i’m not.”

“no, no, it’s…” diluc sighs, trailing off. how should i put this? he asks himself. you’re clearly not lured by lavish gifts or swayed by acts of service, so he really has only one option left: telling you in a straightforward manner. it’s best to be forthright, he reassures himself.

“i like you.” diluc confesses, causing a radiant smile to spread across your face. this is it! diluc thinks to himself. they’re happy with my confession and they like me ba-

his thoughts are interrupted by your response. “aw, i like you too! you’re one of my best friends!” you chirp, your smile still persisting. you were happy with diluc finally being able to adequately express his emotions! you knew he struggled with that sort of thing and platonic affection was always difficult for him to express.

“no, (y/n), i like you in a romantic manner,” he states, his voice slightly dull. it wasn’t the most romantic of confessions, but diluc was exasperated. there was only so much he could do.

“oh, uh, yeah,” you scratch the back of your head as you feel your face heat up. this was awkward. what he just said certainly sounded like a confession but... “i... knew that? haven’t we been dating for the last few months?”

any emotion diluc had on his face is quickly replaced with an expressionless mask and dull eyes, but you knew diluc well enough to know that this expression meant that he was experiencing several forms of sheer panic.

you laugh nervously and lean in, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “i just thought you were being super chaste in courting me,” you confess, but diluc still looks dazed.

“if…” he begins, causing you to pull back ever-so-slightly. “if we’ve been dating for a few months, then can i..?”

diluc’s words trail off, but his subtle glance down to your lips lets you know exactly what he means. you smile softly and give a nod of permission as a scarlet blush spreads across his pale skin.

he leans in, his hands cupping your face gently, as if you were made of the finest porcelain, and kisses you, clarifying the confusion the two of you had accidentally held with each other for months.

XIAO

xiao, over his long lifetime, has learned many things. he’s quite certain that almond tofu is the tastiest food in all of liyue, wangshu inn is the place that irritates him the least, and the polearm is the best weapon for fighting.

however, one thing he has not learned is how to court someone -- especially when that certain someone is a fragile mortal.

he’s not quite sure how to court you, so he starts doing things for you that he would like others to do for him.

when you visit him, he offers you a piece of almond tofu. he offers to kill any foes that stand in your path. he offers to sit with you at night and watch the scenery together.

this type of courting lasts for approximately 48 hours. xiao is a forthright man, never having desired to beat around the bush. he’s not impatient, but he knows he only has a limited portion of his life to spend with you.

so, as you plan to exit his room in wangshu inn after spending time reading on his balcony while he brooded silently in the chair next to you, xiao realizes it’s now or never.

as you stop to open the door, xiao calls your name, causing you to turn around and look at him inquisitively.

before you can ask him what’s wrong, the adeptus puts his hand by your head, effectively pinning you between him and the door with one arm, leaving room for you to wriggle away if you felt uncomfortable.

“i wish to court you,” he states in a low tone. his amber eyes pierce into yours with an intensity you’ve never seen in his gaze before, but a soft vulnerability swims within their depths, disappearing as quickly as you notice it, like a skittish fish seeing a shadow.

“oh,” you breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. the air between you and xiao is now thick enough to cut a knife through.

seemingly coming back to his senses, xiao drops his hand abruptly and takes a step back. if he wishes to apologize, he shows no indication of doing so. instead, his unfaltering, analytical gaze tries to interpret the emotion within yours.

“alright,” you respond, after a few more seconds of silence. “i’ll gladly let you court me.”

a soft exhale escapes xiao’s lips upon your confirmation and a soft, bashful smirk crosses his face, before he surges forward and pulls you close in a hug, hands splaying across your back.

you let out a small noise of surprise, but smile as xiao buries his face into the crook of your neck, conveying the emotions he had trouble expressing. you wrap one arm around xiao’s torso, returning his hug, and the other hand sneaks into his hair, playing with the fluffy green locks.

“thank you,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

“hm?” you respond, not having heard him properly, but rather than repeating himself, he only tightens his grip, as if he was afraid you would fall through his fingers. you begin to worry until you feel him smile, causing a soft smile to spread across your face as well.

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement. 

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight. 

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said. 

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.” 

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened. 

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone. 

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

---

Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers. 

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race. 

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs. 

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.” 

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

[frankiekatt]

Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!

Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.

Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

This was fun to write lmao

Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers

Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.

He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.

But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!

Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.

He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.

Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!

While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.

After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.

Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.

You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.

Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.

During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.

You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.

This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”

Bo Sinclair:

:|

You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy

Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)

Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.

Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.

Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.

You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.

He favored these moments the most.

Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.

He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.

Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.

As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.

It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”

And he would oblige.

He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.

The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.

“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”

He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.

After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.

When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.

Until-

“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”

“.....”

“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”

:////

Lester Sinclair:

!!!!!

You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!

Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.

Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.

And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-

Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.

You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.

Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.

“You look so cute,” he giggles.

“No, YOU look so cute!”

“W-well!!! I love you!!”

“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”

And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.

Billy Lenz (1974):

The perfect couple.

Literally.

The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.

Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.

He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.

Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.

“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”

“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”

Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.

Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.

You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.

It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.

Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’

He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!

Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.

Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.

Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.

“I love you so much Billy.”

Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.

“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”

Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Stu Macher:

Match made in Heaven!

Stu loves to joke around.

He hardly ever takes anything seriously.

He annoys everyone.

And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.

The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.

But you know what that means!

Detention dates <3

As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.

He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.

When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.

He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,

But you?

He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.

“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”

That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”

The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.

He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.

“Hey babe! I just missed you!”

You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.

Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.

You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Michael Myers:

Girl

Michael does not appreciate your antics.

Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.

He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.

He does not think you’re funny :(

He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.

He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.

You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.

He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...

[lily-drake]

Happy Birthday Jason!

Jason ran as fast as he could through the streets back to his apartment where he knew his twin sister was waiting for him.  He raced up the fire escape and did a special tap against the window before opening it and entering the rundown broken apartment building.  As soon as he set his feet on the grossly stained carpet he felt a small body ram into him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY-JAY!”

His small sister, Marinette, cheered loudly as she crushed him in a hug.  He smiled as he hugged her back.

“Hey Pix.  Have you been good, didn’ cause too much trouble did ya?”

She shook her head against his chest and then jumped back as she ran towards their thin dirty sheet they used at night and brought it over to him.  

“Abuela gave me some money for cleaning her floors, so I gotcha somethin’!”

He pulled out a small cheap cardboard box from his hoodie pocket and handed it to her.

“Picked up enough money to get you somethin’ too.”

Her smile brightened, her smile didn’t belong in such a dark place.  They traded the gifts to each other and both were extremely happy.  Jason had given Marinette a small bracelet with a red string and different colored beads.  Marinette had gotten her brother an old book from the thrift shop that obviously used, but it was still good enough to be able to properly read from.  The book was titled Pride and Prejudice.  He looked so awed by the book and she felt immense pride in herself.  There was a bit of bread left over from a few days ago and Marinette made sure it was equally split so her brother also had his proper fill.  It was his birthday too after all!  

When it was time to go to sleep Jason read a chapter of the book to her then, the big meanie, made her read a chapter for him.  She stuttered a lot, but he would just smile and help her pronounce the word.  She was so lucky to have such an amazing big brother.

~~~~~~~~ It just didn’t feel right.  He had been living in the manor for a year now, and today felt so wrong without her.  Marinette had been taken by CPS three months before he had been caught stealing the tires off of the Batmobile.  He needed the money to hire a private investigator in order to find his sister.  It’s not that he didn’t trust Bruce, he just didn’t want him to put his sister into the danger that he was putting himself into as the new Robin.  He just knew that she would insert herself into vigilante life if she knew he was doing it.

Alfred seemed to understand what he was going through as he walked into the kitchen.  He didn’t know how the man knew, but he learned not to question it after spending about half a year in the manor.  He was silently eating his pancakes when Dick burst into the room yelling,

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY J-BIRD!”

While scooping him into his trademark octopus hugs.  Jason struggled to get out of it as shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.  Instincts from living on the streets for many years never really going away.

“How old are you now?  You’re 14, right?”

“Yea, now get off me!”

He did not in fact get off of Jason, at least not until Alfred told him to a few seconds later.  Rolling out his arms and shoulders he rolled his eyes at his brother and turned back to his food.  After a few moments of peace Dick poked his arm to get his attention.  Jason sighed and turned to the side to look at Dick.

“Yes?”

“Here, I got you a present.”

Dick said with a bright smile that reminded him so much of his younger sisters.  He looked down and saw a rectangular looking thing hidden behind brightly colored and nicely wrapped wrapping paper.  Jason carefully took the book with a small thank you nod and tore open the paper to be met with a nice hard cover book of Peter Pan.

“I know we already have it in the library, but I thought you would want your own, and I just felt like you would like it.”

Dick said as he saw the gentle, reminiscent(?) look in Jason’s eyes as he stared at the book.  Jason willed himself not to cry as he stared at the book.  The book that inspired the nickname he gave his sister.  Abuela had read this book to them while they had stayed at her home during a harsh winter day.  Bless her soul, he knew that she was in the best place of heaven, if that place even existed.

Barbara walked into the kitchen with a bright smile and ruffled his hair.

“Happy birthday Jay.”

She said happily.  Jason looked up and gave her a small smile.

“Thanks.”

He hugged the book close to his chest.

“Means a lot.”

~~~~~~~~ Jason was angry, he didn’t understand why this was happening.  His body burned and everything felt like it was burning with pain.  He was training in the League with Talia.  He thought he had found a hint on where his sister was, and apparently his actual birth mother.  No, it was just a trap, and he had died by Joker's hands, and his sister wasn’t even there!  Now he spent the day training with Talia and whoever she saw fit to handle him.  His thoughts wandered to what his sister was doing, to what her life was like, if she was part of a good home, if she was still on the streets, if she was even alive.  No, of course she was, she had to be.  He refused to believe that she was gone before he could see her again.  

They are both 17 now, almost adults.  He would find her, but first he had to prove to Talia that he was ready.  He had to take out Bruce and his replacement.  D* that man, how dare he replace him like that.  He wasn’t just some tool, he was a person, he was important, he would show just how important he was.  This birthday was filled with rage that fueled him through the day, it was his motivation to find her one day and get his revenge.

~~~~~~~~ Jason watched silently as he attended a Justice League meeting with the rest of his family and Leaguers.  It was still rocky with his family, and he hadn’t been able to find a clue to where his sister was.  He still hadn’t told the others about her, though he was pretty sure B already knew about her from doing a background check or something.  He had never brought her up or done anything that made him think he actually knew about her though.  He had celebrated his 19th birthday, and so was she.  He was sure that she was still alive though.  He could never believe that she had passed.

A bright blue portal opened in the middle of the room just as expected.  Apparently Paris’s heroes were coming for a meeting or something today to discuss the Hero Ban there.  Five people in some form of animal themed suits walked through it.  A cat that looked like he could be Selina’s child, a bee, a snake, a dragon, and a ladybug.  

“Hello, I am Coccinelle and we are here to discuss the ban that we put up during Hawkmoth’s reign.”

He looked up suddenly, his eyes transfixed on the girl in the Ladybug suit that spoke.  His heart began to pick up racing quickly.  Her voice was so achingly familiar.  Her English was slightly accented in French, but it also had a small Gotham tint to it.

If this was a trick he would find a way to make the universe pay for this.  He hoped, he prayed to whatever God out there that existed that this was truly a gift from the universe.  He hadn’t realized that he had walked towards her until he was at her level staring into her eyes.

“Red Hood, what are you doing?”

Batman asked in his gruff voice.  He gently took off his helmet and mask before taking both her hands in his at her gasp.

“What are you doing, you bonehead fool?!”

Robin yelled at him, his glare intensifying.

Tears welled up in those oh so familiar blue eyes.  He had to be sure though.

“Marinette, is that you?”

She gave him a small nod before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.  Sobs left the young girl and silent tears fell down his cheeks as he ran his fingers through her hair in a comforting manner.

“J-Jason...I-I’m-”

“Shhh, it’s ok Pixie-Pop.  I got ya.  I’m not leavin’ ya again.”

It was silent around them as everybody observed what was happening, though the Miraculous team was shocked they smiled in a gentle knowing way.  A birthday gift from the universe it seemed, he wouldn’t curse it again…..At least he wouldn’t until the next world ending event.  He had his sister back in his arms, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

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[lovelybarnes]

saudade- l. laufeyson

pairings: loki laufeyson x reader, mentions of other loki characters warnings: loki tv show spoilers, probably tva inaccuracies, mobius being trusted even though i don’t actually trust him lol, mentions of death, tears, a little sad angst but happy ending, ooc characters?? possible mistakes because i can't read this again skjfj about: requested, DF26 with TVA Loki running into the variant of his dead spouse a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i loved writing the last scene so much

loki has narrowly avoided the tva for years, opportunities much better than this and chaos a lot more chaotic than this have already been caused and passed. so the how and why he has been taken in at this very moment- while he’s eating at one of those fast food places you used to like- is very, very unknown to him. he should know, however; you’ve explained to him the tired concept of time traveling many times before, although the most important things were told to him when he thought you a mere mortal like the rest- something you were not- and could not possibly know something he didn’t- also something very untrue.

but the reasoning for his capturing is not at the front of his mind- although close- his main objective staying on how to get out of this unknown place and go back to looking for you- whether the fragile fabrics of reality and string of the timeline fray and break or don’t. he knows it possible, having seen the avengers do something similar, so why can a god like him not?

he’s ripped many holes, and he supposes the consequences for them are finally catching up to him, a lot sooner than he’d like. in another world, he’d already have you, and, with you by his side, you both would’ve been out long before, or never captured at all. although, he supposes, in a perfect world, you never would have been taken away from him in the first place.

he knows stopping for food he didn’t even necessarily need- or, really, like- was not a smart decision. he’s realizing exactly how not-smart of a decision it was with every passing second that the fools in armor drag him along the halls. the stop wasn’t needed, much less planned, but the memories the greasy food and dirty restaurant brought were too pleasant- a break full of you in the nonstop mission to find you. he could nearly feel your fingers touching his, hear your voice urging him to at least try and your bubbled laugh when he cringes. the fizz of the soda had made him grimace like the first time, except there was no you to giggle at it.

loki nearly thinks it was worth it. nearly.

when the guard shoves him into another room, loki takes a second to examine the exits, barely noticing the man at the desk. the person next to him pushes him further, dropping the tesseract and various stolen pym particles on the desk. loki takes note of where the man puts them so he can steal them back.

the guard stops with him in front of a small elevator, pulling a lever and waiting. loki looks at them, “where am i? get me back right now, i have things i must attend to.” the guard only looks at him, and loki scoffs, “i am loki of asgard, god of mischief and trickery, believe me when i say there will be deadly consequences if you do not do what i ask.”

the guard huffs a small laugh, “i’ve heard that before. we’ll see.”

the doors in front of him part, opening to a room he’s rammed into. he looks back the guard, one foot already out when he’s suddenly back where he was, watching as the entrance closes. he senses the machine before he can have a good look at it, a claw that he’s seen too many variations of beginning to poke at the fabric on his shoulders. he swats it away, standing tall as he glares at the smiling machine. “absolutely not! this is high tech armor, only few of this exists.”

the tech on the machine turns the grin into a frown, pulling back the talons and instead extending another apparatus that scans at his clothing, removing them with a yellow glow until he’s completely bare. he looks down at himself before looking back up at the face, pointing a finger, “now what-”

his words are cut off when he falls through the opening ground, falling onto the bottom room, now dressed in an uncomfortable tan jumpsuit, orange letters reading TVA on the left breast. a bored man in front of him pushes a pile of papers to him, “please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.”

loki ignores his words, pushing it back, “i need to find someone, stop the absurdity.” the man only blinks as a machine whirrs, printing a piece of paper he reaches over to take and place on top of the pile. he hands loki a pen, “sign that too.” loki frowns, “did you not hear me? i have important things to do.” the machine does it again, and the man repeats his motions and shakes the pen in his hand. “that, too.” the god only sighs in frustration and signs, slamming the pen down before he’s dropped again.

another man greets him in a monotone, not even looking at him while he reads off the clipboard in his hands, “please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul.” loki’s eyebrows furrow, “i’m not a robot- how many people don’t know?”

“thank you for confirming, move through,” he requests. loki glances at the machine in front of him before stepping through it, a small picture printing after he’s on the other side. loki catches vibrant orange and red with hints of green that overcome any other color. “through the door, please.”

-

he encounters the same guard from before with a frustrated glare, leading him to what looks like a courtroom, a woman sitting in the middle, reading off a file. “variant L4293, aka loki laufeyson-l/n, is charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. how do you plead?” loki tilts his head at her, “madam, a god- i don’t plead.”

the woman sighs tiredly, “are you guilty or not guilty?” loki’s eyes thin as he observes her. “guilty of… trying to find my wife, yes. guilty of being extremely frustrated, yes. guilty of whatever it is you’re accusing me of, no. not guilty.” loki’s hand curls, trying to use his abilities inconspicuously but dismayed to not be able to. he tries again, only to come up empty as he realizes what is happening. “magic powers are no good in the tva, mister laufeyson,” the judge says absentmindedly. “i prefer l/n,” loki diverts simply, unknowingly catching the attention of one of the attendees. the judge barely acknowledges him, about to say something else before a man jumps up, hand raised, “wait, wait- uh, i have something to add to this. before the court makes a decision.”

the judge tilts her head at the man, pursing her lips before sighing and letting him approach the bench. loki leans in to try to understand the whispers that are exchanged, ending in the judge sending one last look his way before letting him go. “the court finds you innocent- and under agent mobius’ responsibility,” she clarifies, looking at the man and watching him nod quickly. she slams her gavel and motions for the man- mobius, he assumes, to take loki. he stands and awkwardly bows, before going over to loki and raising an eyebrow, “don’t betray me,” he says, words too true to be something playful. loki’s head tilts to the side in slight confusion, watching as the man begins to walk, pausing to urge loki to follow him.

loki ignores the activity through the windows of the hall, choosing to concentrate on mobius. “why did you do that?” he wonders aloud, suspicious eyes following him as his head peeks into halls. “let’s just say it’s a favor, although you’ll be on thin ice forever.”

“favor for whom?” mobius doesn’t answer, turning a corner. loki exhales sharply before following him, continuing to pry as he briefly heeds his surroundings. the sight of a woman in a suit much like mobius’ catches his eye, her back to him but he recognizes the shape of her shoulder and the color of her hair. he looks away, pretending to concentrate on the clock thing on the television but actually chasing the overfamiliar features to a face.

the sound of your voice- something he hasn’t heard in an obscenely long time- craved for so much longer it seems like a lifetime, snaps his attention to what surely must be a cruel joke. he can tell it’s you now. you’re standing there, head tilted at the same receptionist man and chuckling exasperatedly, “come on, casey, we’ve been over this. a fish and a lion are not the same thing-”

“but a lionfish-?” casey asks, and loki is pushing away the guards already, because you’re there, you’re solid and laughing like you used to and you can’t not be real. he can distantly hear mobius’ voice telling the guards to let him go as if loki hasn’t already taken care of that, walking over to you with quick and quiet footsteps. his fingers circle around your wrist first as an assurance, and when you turn, hand still in his, eyes widening when you notice who he is, he pulls you into him completely. your arms wrap around him barely seconds later, finally registering the person in front of you as you squeeze him. “loki?” you whisper, inhaling the same familiar scent of him that you haven’t had in what seems like forever.

“i missed you so much,” he says, hands wandering over your back, touching your arms and your shoulders and your hips just to touch you. “me too- i didn’t- i thought i would never see you again.” your tears are falling on the fabric of his jumpsuit, small tearful gasps escaping your lips while you tug him as close as you can, tangling your fingers in his hair and shutting your eyes at the familiar feeling. “oh god, you’re here-”

“i missed you so much,” he repeats, and you finally notice his words, realization like electricity, making you tremble and sigh softly. “what does that mean?” you question, already fearing the answer and already knowing the effects: the mess of his usually kept hair and the red tint of his eyes, like a sheen of sadness that stains the color of the eyes you have missed for so long. loki pulls away from you only to look at your face, trace the shape of the lips he’d spent hours of the morning pressing kisses to, memorize the curve of the nose you’d scrunch in a laugh when thor was a victim to one of his tricks.

“i have been looking for you, darling,” he murmurs, fingers running over your fallen tears while you notice the shine of his eyes, the tears that enhance the love he has for you. “because i’m…” you don’t want to finish your sentence, and you can tell loki doesn’t want you to either; he scans your features, small smile peeking through the shock and grief.

“i didn’t… mobius didn’t show me that, i thought-” your eyes flicker to the man before settling back on loki, the weight of the ring he’d given you feeling lighter now that it had found its pair. the various eyes on you don’t go unnoticed, and neither does the look mobius sends to the rest of the workers, indicating for them to go back to work. the cold of loki’s skin is comforting to the touch of your warmth, and you find yourself back in the summer afternoons where you would settle with your husband to read books, rubbing cool fingers on the hot of your skin when you felt suffocated by the heat of the sun.

another tear slips from your eyes when you realize you don’t have to imagine anymore, there’s no need to search for your memories and shut your eyes for them to run over you. your lips are on his when you can’t help it anymore, eyes squeezed close and salty tears dropping from your chin when it finally settles that he’s here and he’s yours and he’ll never be gone again.

he’ll make sure of that.

[starxscream]

Color-Coded Deck

“ Once again Rouxls challenges Swatch to a battle of wits- though this time it doesn't exactly go as planned. “

SwatchKaard fic!

Bc I saw that there were none and so I had to do smth about it, click the read more to view! (Also check it out on ao3 if it’s easier for y’all to read there!

It had been another long day at the cafe, working various loud-mouthed customers that seemed never ending in Castle Town.  Swatch has to wonder if moving out here was worth it, putting up with some of the patrons here almost made it not.  The bird sighs, making the final rounds while the swatchlings finish cleaning up for the night.  As the final chores and tasks are completed, Swatch excuses the swatchlings to head home and rest for tomorrow, staying behind to finish up the managerial paperwork.  There was always more work to do, and Swatch had no time to rest until it was completed.  Such was life.  The same routine that they were so accustomed to, it didn't truly bother them really.  In fact, Swatch enjoyed the brief moment of quiet and privacy of being alone in the cafe.

As the last swatchling exits, Swatch double checks the store before meandering towards to flip the sign from "open" to "closed".  However, as they move to flip the sign, there's a glowing flash of light, causing Swatch to lift his arm to block out the glare before it dissipates.  Oh no.  A feeling of knowing dread nestles in their gut.

Before Swatch can react, a blue hand rattles the door, pushing it against Swatch who had finally moved to try and hold it shut.  Of COURSE it just had to be him…

A loud shrill voice echoes through the crack in the door, "Greetings thou most commonest worm-avian! I haveth decided to graceth thine nighteth with thy presence!" Swatch inwardly groans, releasing the door and taking a step back to allow the other to dramatically swing it open and saunter through the now open doorway.

Rouxls Kaard.

Truly, could Swatch ever catch a break?

"What might you be doing here Kaard? Need I remind you that you have been banned from the premises."  Swatch crosses their arms across their chest, false niceties dripping off of their voice, trying not to let their impatience shine through.

Rouxls tuts, wagging a finger in the air, "That waseth at thou previousth establishmente, whiche waseth the highesteth forme of slandereth I haveth ever been subjectedeth too mindeth thou, howevereth, I haveth not been bannedeth here! So thy musteth allowth my graciouse presence to be bestowedeth upon thy grounds." A smug look sits on his face, chest puffed out proudly, 'sneakily' gesturing to the sign that was still flipped to "open".

Swatch resists rolling his eyes, a part of them wondering if Rouxls even knew the cafe's hours...probably not.  Though they supposed Rouxls was right, he had not been banned from this cafe.  Maybe he would be within the upcoming days, it was inevitable really, but for now he wasn't and Swatch was left with their hands full.  With a sigh, they consider trying to explain that to Rouxls, but they figure that Rouxls wouldn't listen to that...whenever the self acclaimed "duke of puzzles" set his mind on something there was no way to get him to listen to anything else.  Swatch knew that firsthand.

"Well, here you are then...arriving just as I was closing.  What can I do for you Kaard?" Swatch keeps it simple, but not without a small jab, moving his arms behind his back, standing straight with his beak perked up just slightly.  A mixture of professionalism and their own pettiness that made them want to show off how much better he was, especially around Rouxls.  They wouldn't admit it, but they did enjoy the competition that Rouxls consistently brought to their doorstep…that is, if you could call it a competition.

Grin widening, Rouxls whips out a foreign deck of cards, sauntering past Swatch, and slamming it down onto a nearby table.  Then he spins on his heel to face Swatch once again, face nearly splitting into two with how wide his grin was, and threads his fingers together.  Swatch raises a single eyebrow, gaze looking over the strange deck of cards, before looking back at Rouxls, awaiting whatever long-winded explanation that was about to be given.

“I have cometh to challengeth thee to a duelth of wits!” Rouxls makes a grand gesture towards the table, "Thoust three heroes bestowedeth upon thy a gift,” Meaning, Rouxls probably whined until they gave it to him, “A supremeth gifte thou shalt not be wastedeth!  I shall knocketh thou offeth thine pedestalth like a batteringeth rame knockingeth downeth thy castle doorsth! ” He motions for Swatch to sit down at one end of the table, waiting expectantly with shining eyes.  Swatch opts not to say that a battering ram knocks open doors and not off, but that was their petty side talking.

Inhaling deeply, Swatch slowly moves over to the seat, placing a hand on the seat and pulling it out.  Sure the polite thing to do was pull the seat out for Rouxls- as was their job, but they were not going to give Rouxls that satisfaction.  His eyes bore into Rouxls, half expecting the guy to pull out another handful of worms and run off, but he seemed much too invested in the task at hand.  Always with the games and puzzles that one, truly Swatch had to wonder how many times would Rouxls have to lose before he gives up?

“I foughte againsteth thy three heroes valiantlyth, takingeth thou on in thine own gameth.  Sucheth a nobleth duty of thy to do, no?” Rouxls laughs, swiftlying moving to the seat across from Swatch, “Twas a longe and arduousth battle of brainse, and beingeth thy generouse and benevolenteth soul thy am, could not beareth to standeth thy thoughte of thrashingeth thine darling water-beetle’s closesteth allies.  So I humbledeth thyself and allowedeth thine three hereos to besteth thy in battleth unscathedeth to spareth thine ailsth.”  Meaning, Rouxls utterly lost.

“So you...‘valiantly’ turned tail and came crawling to me instead?” Swatch lets out a quiet scoff, unable to keep it contained at Rouxls’ blatant attempt to save face when anyone who knew Rouxls would know better than to believe the theatrics he was spouting.  Easing himself into the chair, Swatch crosses his arms across his chest, “Alright then, I can spare a moment on your childish games.  Would you care to explain the rules of the game you have so dutifully brought to my doorstep while I was trying to close up shop for the night?  I would like to get this over with so that I may go home.”

Rouxls’ eyes narrow at Swatch, dramatically pointing across the table over at the bird, “Thou do not intimidateth me worm-avian!” Rouxls huffs, “Our battleth will be througheth the mighty gameth of what thy lightenereths call “Uno”!  Whereupon thy willeth finally proveth my titleth of butler supremeth over thy worm-avian!”  His point moves towards the deck, “Draweth foulest beast!”

Swatch makes no indication of moving, “I cannot draw if I do not know how to play, or are you resorting to needing unfair advantages to win?  Truly, I expected more from you...” The bird trails off, feigning a sigh, watching Rouxls’ face light up in a vibrant embarrassed flush.  He was so easy to read...it was kind of amusing really.  A small smirk etches onto Swatch’s face at the sight.

“Of couseth not! I wouldeth never bringeth thy illesteth omens upon thy nameth!  I haveth no need for sucheth ‘advantages’, thy willeth win no mattereth the circumstanceseth of oureth battleth as thy am thy grand duke of puzzles!”  Rouxls covers for his mistake quickly, moving to cover the back of his hand with his mouth, “As for thine rules…” He hesitates for a moment, thinking, “I...shalt not wasteth my time explaining! Thereth is rule cardeths for a reason!” The irony…  Rouxls paws at the deck, pulling out the card with the written words littered over its surface, before sliding it towards Swatch.

“Make haste! I do not haveth all nighte.” Rouxls puffs out his chest, arrogance dripping from his voice.  Swatch gives Rouxls a cold glare at his words, a part of them still bitter they were the one being kept up this fine night.  Quickly Swatch skims over the rules of this ‘Uno’ game, a simple color and symbol type of card game- first to get rid of all the cards in their hands wins.  Easy enough.

“Alright, daresay I believe that I am ready now.”  Swatch carefully sets the card back down on the table, reaching over to draw seven cards off of the top of the deck.  There was a wide arrangement of colors, mostly blue ironically, and a couple of special cards with effects that they would need to play strategically.  After Swatch draws his cards, Rouxls quickly follows suit, flipping over the top card to reveal a green number card to begin the game.

“With thy graciouseth self, I shalt allow thee to make thy first moveth!” Rouxls confidently announces, leaning forward with a tight grip on his cards.  Swatch rolls his eyes again, looking over his hand and rubbing the bottom of his beak with his free hand.  Then, without a word he places another green number card on top of the discard pile, a simple play to begin with.

The game continues on like this for a few rounds, with every turn Rouxls announcing how great he was or how he was going to win and Swatch shooting back with some sort of rebuttal that only served to fluster and make Rouxls even more agitated.  Swatch isn’t sure why he liked poking at Rouxls as much as he did, truly Rouxls was the only one who managed to consistently break through his customer service facade.

It was...nice Swatch supposed.  As idiotic as Rouxls was and his constant pestering to try and best Swatch, it was nice.  A break in an otherwise methodical and boring day.  As much as Swatch hated to admit it, they had grown to have fun playing with Rouxls.

However, the peaceful part of the game soon came to an end when Swatch placed down a draw two card onto the discard pile as Rouxls hand seemed to lessen with every turn, complete with the biggest smirk on their face.

“Now, if you could please draw, I can make my next move.”  The bird hums, watching in curiosity as Rouxls sputters, slamming his hands on the table.

“Whateth is this sorceryeth!?” Rouxls glares at the cards as if they were the ones at fault, “Why musteth I loseth my turne? Draweth two!?” He huffs indignantly, Swatch raising an eyebrow.

“...You read the rules too, didn’t you Kaard? Being the ‘grand duke of puzzles’ yourself, surely you know about the special cards, right?” Their voice drips with faux sympathy, sounding more condescending than nice, Swatch stifling a chuckle at the sudden turn of events.

The rule card sits open on the table, Rouxls glancing between it and Swatch with a growing scowl on his face.

“Of courseth I know thy rules! I haveth bestedeth the most strongesteth beings in thy battleth of Uno!” Rouxls mind whirs in thought, “Thy justeth...won so quickly thateth card nevereth neededeth to be usedeth!” With a burning embarrassed flush once against rising to his face, Rouxls quickly covers his own ineptitude at the game, having bitterly come here after losing to the three heroes to try and best Swatch once again to try and lick his wounds.  

Rouxls snatches the rule card after that, Swatch covering his mouth as they let out a snicker while Rouxls quickly skims through it.  After a few moments, Rouxls throws the card back down, once again puffing out his chest.

"I shalt do this draweth two as thou cards stateth, but feareth not! Thy shalt stille remaineth victoriouse in the endth!" Rouxls swipes at the deck, a little frustrated if Swatch had to guess, gripping the cards in his hand even tighter.

Frustration of the evening having long since melted into amusement, Swatch rests an elbow onto the table to use his hand to keep his head propped up as he continues to play.  Carefully setting another card onto the pile, Rouxls following suit a little too fast.

"I am afraid that this little game will end how it always does, though, I suppose that is why you challenged me after everyone left.  Couldn't bear to take the bitter taste of defeat in the face of the public again, could you?" Swatch begins to idly speak, deciding to make some conversation even if it sounded more like he was targeting Rouxls.  Truthfully they just wanted to see how the man would react, it was always so entertaining to see Rouxls theatrics in action when he wasn't purposefully being a thorn in your side, and Swatch found it more amusing than they should.

Rouxls laughs haughtily, gaze focused onto his cards as he keeps playing, "Fool! I wouldeth happily beeneth a target for thine adoringeth publice, howevereth I waseth ever so busyeth with thy duties of greateth importanceth that I hadeth to scavengeth thine timeth to graceth thee withe thy prescenceth.  Thou shouldeth be gratefule thy oh-so busyeth scheduleth allowede it!"  Truthfully he had been lurking around the outside of the cafe for hours, procrastinating and planning out his "grand entrance" until the store had reached closing.  So alas, here they were.  Sure the patronizing laughter when Rouxls had lost prior bothered him but there was no way he was going to let Swatch be right!

"Ah yes, lucky me." Swatch deadpans, smirk still hanging on their beak, "I cannot imagine how else I would like to be spending my evening.  Why would I want to be relaxing at home after a long day of work when I could be playing a silly card game with you?"  The chirp, sarcasm edging in their words.

"Tsk tsk, thee are justeth afraide of losingeth.  Thou can admite it!"  Rouxls slams another card down.  "For I shall  sooneth claime thy victory in oneth fell swoopeth, prepare thyself worm-avian!"

Swatch scoffs, "Afraid of losing to you? My apologies Kaard, but something actually has to be a reality for me to be scared of it." Rouxls, childishly, sticks out his tongue.  He would not claim it to be childish if you called it out, however.

Setting his own card down, Swatch calls out 'Uno', holding his single card in his grasp.  Meanwhile Rouxl still had multiple cards left, there was no chance of him winning.

Yet somehow, Rouxls hadn't started throwing a fit yet.  Usually when it was clear he was to lose, he would get even more rambunctious than usual- yet this time Rouxls still had his cocky grin, staring at his cards.  Swatch's smirk fades, eyes narrowing, knowing that the other man was up to something.  Of course it wasn't a normal card game, this was Rouxls, something unexpected always happens with him around.

The bird tenses, awaiting the surprise bound to happen.  Rouxls grin gets wider, before he cackles wildly, "Aha! Thou hasn't madeth thine finale moveth! I, Rouxls Kaard, shalt noweth claime thy victory!" Swatch's eyebrows furrowed together, there was no possible way-

Rouxls slams down a red skip card atop the red number card.

Swatch skips his turn, Rouxls putting down a red draw two card- causing Swatch to skip his turn again.  He hesitantly reaches over to draw two cards.

There's no way…

Rouxls tosses down another draw two card, this time in green.  Swatch's grip on his cards get ever tighter as they stare at the pile of discarded cards.

"I dareth say this is wheneth thy say 'Uno'!" Rouxls says triumphantly, Swatch's gaze snapping up in disbelief.  Their beak opens and shuts again, dragging two more cards off of the deck.

"Sayeth thou prayers worm-avian! For tonighte, I reigneth victoriouse!" Swatch watches Rouxls dramatically leap from his seat, pushing the chair back, and slamming down his final card with all the energy in his being.

The card was to choose your own color and draw four cards.  The biggest insult to injury that the game of Uno could give.

Swatch stares in utter shock- he had...actually lost.  Rouxls had actually made a good play and won the game.  Rouxls Kaard did.  The guy who could barely craft a feasible puzzle on his own- outwitting them of all people.  It was an impossibility, and yet, here it was staring Swatch in the face.

Amidst the frustration of losing, Swatch couldn't help but feel...impressed.  That is, until Rouxls starts speaking again.

"There!! Noweth thou see thine wretchedeth worm-avian! Thy am superiore to thou inst everyeth way!  Everytimeth before noweth has beeneth nothing moreth than a fluketh!  For this is thy proveth!  I am trulye bettereth than thou!" He laughs loudly, kicking a foot onto the chair seat and propping himself up into a pose with one hand on his hip and one covering his laughter. "Henceforth thou shalt bowe downeth and call me butler supremethe, thy grand duke of puzzles- Rouxls Kaard!"  A pause in his triumph, looking over at Swatch, " ...Thou hearest me lesser worm-avian?"

Swatch sets down his card, controlled, carefully.  Rouxls boasting makes the guy much less impressive and instead Swatch simmers into annoyance and frustration.  Rouxls got lucky.  And Swatch was never going to hear the end of it.  A scowl breaks his beak in half as he stands stiffly upright, keeping it shut to not say anything without thinking it through first.  Every motion was so strictly controlled, his thoughts whirling around and around until-

Swatch was never going to hear the end of it...unless…

They get an idea, sure it was going to be demeaning and incredibly out of poor taste in Swatch's opinion- but it would be better than anyone finding out about their loss to Rouxls.  Besides, after working for the Queen, demeaning had lost its meaning to Swatch.  At least this time they were going to be the one in control.  So a distraction, enough embarrassment so where Rouxls never wants to talk about this moment to anyone.

Swatch steps out from the table, moving over towards the side Rouxls was on, who merely stared at them in confusion.

Abruptly in one smooth motion, Swatch bows to Rouxls, who they can hear sputter in surprise.  A pleased grin appears on Swatch's beak, hidden from sight.

"I surely hope that will suffice, butler supreme.  You are truly the duke of puzzles, Sir Rouxls Kaard, unmatched in his fantastical puzzle prowess." Swatch pulls himself upright, feeling the grating feeling of forced praise and ridiculous titles being pulled from his throat.  However, the look on Rouxls face was worth it- the bug-eyed look of pure shock combined with the fact his cocky smirk had been replaced with a nervous smile- all the while his face seemed to be a darker blue than usual.  Oh this was worth it.

"Uh...Yes!  Thou is correcteth and shouldeth now understande thou place beneatheth me! I maketh the ordereth now worm-avian, thou can no longere banneth thy from thou fineth establishmente and musteth admiteth always thateth thy am forevere bettereth than thou! Lest thou suffereth thy crippling humilationeth of thou defeate once moreth." Stepping off of the chair, Rouxls manages to get out, his voice wavering at the start- a crack in his carefully portrayed persona.  Startled by how...well Swatch was taking it- he had expected him to get mad or bite back or just...something.  This wasn't like their usual banter at all and Rouxls wasn't sure what was going on.

Swatch listens intently, nodding along to show that they were listening.  Even if they, personally, thought it to be pure nonsense, they did not let it show.

Their head so carefully tilts to the side for a moment, "Beneath you?" They coo, taking a calculated step forward into Rouxls space.

An arm casually snakes around Rouxls waist, pulling the smaller man closer.  He lets out a surprise squeak- trying to stammer out something before he is shushed by Swatch's next words, "Would you not prefer to be side by side? After all, you have proven yourself to be better than I- your chosen adversary since the day we met." He chuckles, "With how obsessed you are with me, dare I say you were trying to court me- hm?" A soft chuckle lingers on his lips as he watches Rouxls nearly melt out of pure flustered nerves.

It was…

Hm. Cute. For Rouxls.

"WHAT? I AM NOT-" Rouxls gasps, much louder than intended, his smarmy accent seemingly fading for a moment before he gulps for a breath trying to readjust himself, "Do not thinketh so highly of thouself! I couldeth care lesse abouteth thou, thy games were merelyeth a simpleth pastime, a pleasureth that thy bestowedeth upon thou!"

Leaning ever so closer to Rouxls, Swatch's voice lowers, a quiet coo for Rouxls' ears only, "Then why is it you always throw a fit when I'm too busy to play with you?  You claim to just want to prove you're better than me, but you've done that now, so what next? Honestly, Rouxls, just spare us the trouble and tell me how you really feel."

A hum.

"If you just wanted to go on dates you could have simply asked." It's said with a wink.

Rouxls chokes, and Swatch thinks they finally have this under control, soon to be wrapped up in a nice pretty bow.  Sure was this a little cruel? Perhaps, but Swatch kept finding it so damn endearing, it was frustrating.  So selfishly wanting to see more of Rouxls' reactions.

But of course, this was Rouxls Kaard they were talking about here.  When did anything involving him go as planned?

Suddenly there are hands grabbing the side of their head, and Swatch can feel his feathers poof out in surprise at the sudden motion.  Before they can react, Rouxls practically slams his forehead into Swatch's, keeping it there and pressing hard as if to challenge the bird.

"Thou sauveth trickery shalt not wortheth on I!" Rouxls announces, before adding his own rebuttal, "Maybe THOU is thee one courting I? Thou claim to be bettereth than I but hereth you stand, arm arounde thy waist.  If thou really haveth better thingeths to do, theneth why are thou hereth and noteth at thou homestead?" 

The two were impossibly close now, pressed together as a different kind of tension fills the air around them.  Swatch can feel Rouxls panting shaky breaths on his beak, the man's false confidence easily seen through, yet- Swatch stutters.  And they never stutter.

Then suddenly- his arms are empty and the simple touch is gone as soon as it had started, and Swatch let out a breath they hadn't realized they had been holding.

"Alas, I am sureth thy leech of a darlingeth prince needs thy attentione!" Rouxls skitters towards the door, "I bideth thee a bittersweet adieu! For now thee willeth be without thine majestic presenceth, whicheth I am sureth you shalt miss.  However, I must informeth thou that I, Rouxls Kaard, willeth not be easily impressedeth with thy simplest flatteries..." He pauses in his escape, looking back at Swatch before glancing down at the floor looking a little...unsure, adding on just a little quieter, "But I shalt be backe, I may haveth won thy battle, but not thy war- so...uh...prepareth thouself for thy return!"

With his final words, which were possibly just an excuse to keep seeing Swatch even though he's already gotten his win, Rouxls escapes through the door and flees faster than Swatch had ever seen him move before.  The bird just...watches him go, dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events.

Swatch stands there for a moment, blinking, wondering if that even just happened.  Rouxls rebuttal swirling around in his brain, them? Courting Rouxls?  A ridiculous assumption, entirely out of left field.  And yet…

Swatch sighs, smoothing down his ruffled feathers, Rouxls was right- if Swatch wanted to they could have easily booted out the nuisance and went home.  Yet, Swatch played Rouxls game.  And every game before.  The bird’s fingers flex, still feeling the faint ghost of Rouxls in his grip, as if it were haunting them- taunting them really.

…

Swatch rubs his face with a hand, a flush rising to his cheeks.  This whole time they had thought they were the one in control, but unfortunately they had long gotten swept up in the uncontrollable whirlwind that was Rouxls Kaard.

[sugaslilsugabby]

Corrupt

F!reader x Simeon

Obey me

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW, Dom angel bby, overall pure filth⚠️

18+ I am an adult writing this, minors do not interact pls and thank you. No reposting. Reblogs are appreciated 🥺💗

A/N: I finally finished writing this after a WHILE of procrastinating bc I’m a terrible writer, thank you so much @letgobro for being so patient with me even though this was requested forever ago 🥺💗

It was safe to say as much as you loved the brothers you would always confide in Simeon the most. The way he would call you his “little lamb” would send shivers down your spine, he was so sweet and caring, especially to young Luke no matter how feisty he may be. What you did not expect was for him to have a more dominant side, and you would’ve never known about it if it weren’t for tonight.

It was Saturday, or as Asmo liked to call it “The day where we can get fucked up and not have to worry about classes the next day.” So he decided it was a perfect idea for a visit to The Fall, while Barbatos watched Luke in the Demon Lord’s castle for the night.

You heard a squeal from behind you, the Avatar of Lust clapping his approvingly at the skin-tight black dress that clung to your every curve and accentuating them nicely. “Darling you look STUNNING!” He said as he looked over every inch of your body, “Asmo this is a little too showy, it’s not like I’m trying to impress someone.” You said whilst staring at yourself in the mirror. You heard a small ‘tsk tsk tsk’ come from behind you, “I see how you look at Simeon, you literally GLOW! You can’t fool the Avatar of Lust honey.” He said as he handed you a pair of black pumps.

“He’s a literal angel Asmo, isn’t premarital sex a sin or something?” You said rolling your eyes, “Besides; even if he COULD he doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend.” You said, putting the finishing touches on your makeup, swiping the lip gloss against your plump lips you stare at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever darling, let’s just go have some fun!”

You sighed, the club was in full swing. Demons grinding up on each other, demons playing tongue hockey in the back of the club, and the strong smell of demonus and other alcoholic drinks in the air. You sat at a booth, demonus in hand as you stared out into the crowd. Everyone was having a good time and here you were alone. “What have we here? Looks like a certain little lamb strayed away from the group.” You looked up startled to see Simeon, a small smile on his face, drink in hand. “Ah, Simeon! I didn’t think clubs were something you enjoyed.” You said, scooting over to let him in.

“I don’t dislike them, we just don’t have many in the celestial realm. What are you doing alone? I’m surprised Asmodeus hasn’t tried to set you up with someone.” He said, chuckling softly. You giggled, “Oh trust me he has. I’m just not interested, not interested in them anyway.” You said softly.

“Oh? But you are interested in somebody? Do tell little lamb.” Simeon said teasingly, his elbows resting on the table as he cradles his head in his hands. “That is a secret I won’t tell, sorry Simeon.” You said, turning your head, blushing slightly.

You felt a big strong hand on your thigh, his other hand softly grabbing your chin to make you face him. You avert your eyes, a pink tint evident on your cheeks. “S-Simeon!” You heard him chuckled, his face nearing yours. “If I were to tell you that I am in love with you what would your answer be little lamb?” Your heart began beating loudly, your pupils dilating as you looked at the angel that currently had you in the palm of his hand, without thinking you pushed your lips on his, your body instantly relaxing against him as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a whiny moan, as he broke the kiss. His eyes now darkened with lust as he caressed your thigh, “Forgive me but I simply cannot hold back anymore.” He said as he picked you up bridal style, your arms instantly circling his neck as he carried you back to Purgatory Hall.

He threw the door to his room open, kicking it closed with his foot as he placed you on his bed, instantly pinning you down. “Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to keep myself calm around you? Every time I go into heat I can’t stop thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock, you drive me insane Y/N.” Simeon said, his hand coming down to your now-soaked lace panties. He let out a groan, his fingers ever so slightly teasing your soaking folds.

“S-Simeon please!” You heard him chuckle as he placed kisses down your neck, leaving a mark on your breast. “Please what darling? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me. Be a good girl and tell me.” You bucked against his finger, whimpering slightly as you try to gain more friction. “Simeon don’t tease me, want you.” You said breathlessly. He let out a playful growl as he ripped off your dress, your panties following the same fate. A groan came from his throat as he eyed your slick pussy, licking his lips he pressed playful kisses to your inner thighs, “So needy baby, I’ll give you what you want just be patient.” He says, his fingers trailing up to your folds.

He spread your slick lips, placing a kiss on your pearl before licking a long stripe up your delicate flower. Your back arching at the sensation of the angel eating you like it was his last meal, your hands ran through his silky hair, clinging to it as pleasure came in waves through your body. “F-Fuck Simeon, your gonna make me cum!” You shrieked, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as every nerve-ending in your body was set alight. “That’s it baby, let it out. Good fucking girl.” Simeon said, lapping up your cum as you rode out your high.

You tugged at his shirt softly, “Wanna see you too..” Palming his erect cock through his pants, a moan falling from his lips. It sounded so heavenly yet oh so sinful at the same time. He pulled away and stood up from the bed, ridding himself of his shirts and pants, your legs squeezed together at the sight of his taught chest. He grabbed you by the arms, planting you on the floor in front of him, your mouth watering at the fact that you were now face-to-face with the still covered thick erection. “You looked so fucked out and I haven’t even fucked your tight little pussy.” he cooed as he removed his boxers.

He let out a hiss, his thick cock standing tall, pre-cum leaking out of the swollen tip. He grabbed your hair, tilting you to look up at him, “Mouth open little lamb, wanna feel your lips around my cock.” You opened your mouth, looking up at him innocently as he slid the tip of his cock in, he let out a guttural groan as his hips bucked at the feeling, pushing your head down and gagging you on his cock, head thrown back in pleasure. He steadily began face fucking you, drool and precum trickling down the sides of your mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him with tears.

As much as Simeon wanted to cum down your throat he pulled out. Picking you up and laying you on the bed once more. You bucked your hips upward, “Please Simeon!” A sinful chuckle fell from his puffy lips as he hovered over you, strong arms holding him up as he teasingly ghosted your lips, “So eager little one, do you want my cock that bad?” You let out a gasp as the tip of cock rubbed against your now swollen nub, your hips bucking upwards for more friction, a low groan came from above you as Simeon guided his tip to your slick entrance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sheathed himself into your drooling cunt, your nail digging crescents into his shoulder, “F-Fuck! S’big Simeon!!” He lowered his head down to your neck, letting out a growl as he sunk his teeth into you, “I’m not even fully in angel, so tight for me.” You whimpered, rutting your hips against him, desperately wanting to feel the rest of him. Simeon pulled out to ram back into you, a shriek escaping your lips. Your slick cunt deliciously stretched around him, “Such a good girl for me, so fucked out, all for me.” He licked his lips, fingers coming down to rub your clit as he quickened his pace, a broken moan leaving your parted mouth as you felt the white-hot pleasure consuming you once again, you had never felt this good during sex, “S-Simeon, s’too much, mmmm g-gonna cum!” Fingers never relenting their pace on your engorged clit as the words ‘cum for me again Y/N’ left his mouth, you clamped down on his cock, arousal coating his cock, a couple more thrusts as you felt his hips stutter, a choked moan escaping him as he came, thick ropes of his cum coating your gummy walls.

As you came down from your high you let out a whimper, feeling empty as Simeon pulled out, getting up and starting the bath for the both of you, “Come here, pretty girl.” He cooed as he scooped you up in his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck. Sitting both of you in the tub as he littered your face in kisses. It was pure bliss and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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This is my super late submission for the MCYT gt gift exchange. I am really sorry for it being so late. I hope it is up to your standards!!!

This gift is for @leetlezeetle

Their promt: Giant dragon hybrid kidnaps a tiny/human to watch its young while they hunt.

As soon as I read this I thought "OMG PHILZA!!!"

So here is a fatherly, Giant, halfbreed dragon named Philza. Who kidnaps a young knight in training named Tommy. Maybe he can handle the young ones? Or maybe he will become the next meal. Who knows?

Tommy remembers the first day he was brought here. The teen was working on his stances and swings. Not even hours ago his face was shoved into the dirt by Dream. "You will never be a true knight. You can't even strike down Niki and she's a woman!" Tommy felt a heavy boot across his back shoving his body and pride even further into the mud. "You will quit or be killed."

Picking his body up the young-looking blond whipped the mud all over his front and face. If he was rebellious he would flick it at the superior, but now was not the time. After cleaning the brown thickness from his eyes he saw Dream holding his silver sword out to him with one hand. Tommy didn't say another word, even though so many were boiling under the skin to be screamed out. With a swipe of his hand, he grabbed the sword storming off.

Now he was in the field making sure he was perfect. Every swing of the sword, every shift of his body, had to be just right or he would restart with a deep growl. He would not leave until he got this perfect.

At least that was the plan.

Instead, he swung the sword jutting it straight out. The invisible enemy crippled back from the fatal stab. He was holding the wound begging for mercy.

"No foul creature. This is your last day on earth." Sliding his foot back he prepared for the final blow. Ramming the sword forward with such speed he had to close his eyes. He knew this was not the correct way to stab someone, but he was just practicing and he would try again. He expected the sword to slide through air. He would open his eyes and he would be holding his sword with one hand straight out and a perfect stance with the ghost enemy on the ground. But...but...he struck something.

Opening his eyes just a peek, his blood ran cold. Standing inches away from him was a black dragon with dark green scales sprinkled in. He thrust his sword forward hitting only the beast's clawed hand. The beast was humongous. Tommy had to look straight up into the air to even see the Creature's surprisingly blue eyes. What startled him, even more, was the fact that if the dragon wasn't looking its head over Tommy then he wouldn't even be able to see his eyes very well.

He could feel his body freeze. It didn't want to move. He felt the sword drop from his hands when the creature got even closer sniffing at his head. His hair flew up a bit then landed on top of the sweat already traveling down his face. The ground seemed to be shaking...oh wait that was his feet shaking back and forth. His pupils went wide when the blackish dragon nudged him with its claws. Maybe to see if he was alive?

Faster than he thought the creature could move, its clawed hand struck out grasping the young knight. It easily encompasses the human hiding it from the world. Tommy's whole body was encased by leather and claws that were larger than his own body. Was he seriously getting kidnapped like a princess? For what seemed like five minutes, most likely longer, Tommy banged against his rock-hard prison. He looked down seeing the monster made the mistake of allowing him to keep his sword. As if it was an instinct he grasped it in two hands and shifted his body forward. One. Two. Three hits. Even a stab and nothing happened. He wouldn't be surprised if he looked at the to and it was bent. He was going to be here for a while. -------------------------------------------------------

That very day was three months ago. On this very day, Tommy was sitting on the dusty ground of a cave, light reflecting off the walls from the fire he built. There was always plenty of food and the cave even had a small stream running through it. He was always surprised no other creatures tried to claim this area as theirs, but at the same time, he understood why.

Behind him, the sound of running feet hitting rock made his head turn. At this point, he was used to this. Looking outside it seemed about that time when the young ones started to stir.

"You can't catch me!!" Running up behind Tommy a child with short brown hair and a rugged jacket came into view. The child decided to run right behind Tommy's back even though his body was way too big to be covered up by the teen. The child looked like he could be a very young adult in stature, but in fact, this was a young halfling.

Two other forms came running out, but instead of humans like this child one was an actual dragon the size of a horse and the other human-looking but with dragon features. These three were young dragon halflings. Tommy found out through experience and reading in books halfling children had no control over their body. The younger they were the more dangerous they were.

When halfling babies are born they are very small compared to their parents. They are the size of a human, some can even be the size of a human toddler. As they got older their bodies morphed into the proper size. This is the exact reason why most halflings do not survive. They have dangers around every corner because of their vulnerable size and accidents do happen between the older halflings and their young. Throughout the years, the children would get used to their shifting abilities, so it wasn't uncommon for siblings, like these three, to look completely different.

The human-looking child keep moving back and forth so he was covered up by his 'shield'. The human with dragon features was trying to get around the sitting human to get to his sibling. With every movement, Tommy flinched a bit because the dragon halfling had claws that were digging into him every time he touched Tommy's skin while trying to get around him. He knew it was an accident, probably didn't even think about it, but he had to learn.

"Michael" he winced once more as his claws touched his shoulder. "Michael." he raised his voice a bit more to get the child's attention. The volume seemed to get his attention cause he froze in his actions. "Michael. What did we talk about playing."

"To be careful." Tommy watched as the pink flaps he had for ears drooped down showing he was upset.

"Yes, kid. You unlike your brothers have claws, wings, and these cool horns." Tommy grabbed one horn and shook the child's whole head making him smile. "I can't have your dad coming back and I'm filled with holes from your claws. He would kill us both. Just make sure next time-"

As he was talking the third child jumped right on top of Tommy. The Third was a black dragon like his father but had specks of dirty yellow scales on him. Somehow the third child learned to turn into a full dragon, but couldn't control turning back very often. He was the size of a horse and as heavy as one. "Tubbo! Tubbo get off!" Tommy was using all his strength to push the little dragon off, but all it accomplished was a face full of dragon licks.

This was how it was every single day. Tommy was left in the cave with three halfling children named Wilbur, Michael, and Tubbo. Every day it was him watching as the three played tag or roughhoused with each other while their father was gone. Who was the father? That was the black dragon who kidnapped him three months ago. Every day the giant black dragon would go out hunting, leaning poor Tommy to watch and protect his young. At first, he hated it and wanted to escape himself, but after a few days of being stuck here, the seventeen-year-old fell in love with Phil's children. Anymore he couldn't picture it any differently.

"Tubbo this is the last time I'm asking. Get off." his face was drenched in dragon slobber. The most he could do was push against the black dragon's body but he wouldn't budge. All it accomplished was the young one started to nuzzle and push up against his face to show affection. Michael ran behind Tommy's head and put all his weight on the human's arms. He was pinned to the ground and he was not going anywhere. His legs would flail up and down, but that was about it. He couldn't even do this much in fear of kicking one of the halflings.

"Get off!" Through his shouting and torturous affection, Tommy heard wood breach at the opening of the cave. The three children must have heard it too, because all three of their heads whirled to the opening as well. Tubbo started to growl and Michael's eyes grew wide. Tommy could feel the young dragon slowly stepping off his body, but he had to be ready for action now. Gently pushing him all the way, Tommy grabbed his sword from the ground. This was why he was brought here. His job was to protect and help with the young ones when their father was gone. All this training had to come into play. His heart started to beat faster as he watched the three halflings hide behind his body as if they weren't bigger than him, as if he could protect them from whatever dared to come into a dragon's den. His grip tightened on the hilt as his eyes glared at the opening. Tommy put one hand out to assure the young ones behind him.

Tubbo started to sniff the air, then his tail wagged like a dog's. He was excited about something. He ran forward with a determined speed. Tommy tried to reach out and grab his neck, but he was just dragged forward when the pup ran at full speed. Tommy dug his feet into the ground, but it didn't seem to help.

Tubbo came to an abrupt stop, flipping Tommy's body onto the ground. He frowned in irritation. He couldn't even stop a running five-year-old, how was he supposed to protect these guys?

Walking into the entrance of their hidden cave was the same black dragon who grabbed him all those months ago. With the creatures massive body in full view Tubbo ran full speed towards his father wagging his tail. Tommy had to just release or be dragged with him. He watched as the dragon very carefully dropped a dead cow, probably stolen from the villagers. The sheer black beast very carefully nuzzled Tubbo with the end of his snout getting a small squick in response.

Michael and Wilbur ran over, but straight to their dinner. Tommy watched in disgust as the two would burn the carcass with their fire than eat the pieces they tore off like hamburgers.

"Not hungry?" a deep rumbling voice asked with a surprising gentleness to it.

Tommy's scrunched up in disgust. "I'll stick to my berries and properly hunted meat. He looked up to see where a black dragon was standing was now an adult half breed human. The half dragon was smaller then the dragon form, by 20 feet to be exact. He still had black dragon wings, his tail, razor teeth, even his claws on his hands, but everything else was the perfect imitation of a human.

Tommy grabbed his sword to head out and find his own food. He would allow the family their time and he could practice with his sword. He marched to the opening when the tail curled around him blocking his path. In irritation, he looked up at the smug blond-haired male who looked 30 with horns. He had his wings tucked away, but Tommy knew they were there. He attempted to climb over the tree truck-sized obstacle until it started to move dragging him closer to the half-breed.

"What! I'm just getting food unless you want your protector to starve." The tail didn't stop herding him until he was right back to the other three dragonlings. Tommy knew he didn't need his sword so he let it drop while he yelled up at the beast. "This isn't funny Phil."

"You know I appreciate you right?"

Since he was close enough now, Phil gently picked the young knight up with two fingers. He could feel Tommy squirming, but both knew nothing would happen.

"If I didn't think you could handle yourself, I wouldn't have chosen you to watch my young."

Tommy looked back in those deep blue eyes before he spoke. "Yeah well... I know."

Phil put the human back down beside the other three. He curled his tail closely around the four. His four kids.

[iwadori]

00:23 AM - your first kiss with Suna

You and suna were on a school trip in Paris, you’ve been dating for around 2 weeks now and things have been awkward. You’d walk to school and home together, your cheeks heating up whenever your hands would brush. But here, in Paris you were determined to get past the threshold of awkwardness between you both. You were standing next to the river Seine, as your teacher gave your class the permission to have ‘free time,’ and was approached by your boyfriend,

“Hey Y/N,” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck,  

“Hey” you responded back just as awkward.

“Did you know the river seine is 74-”

You interrupted his facts with a kiss. It was a quick kiss, with your lips slammed rammed against his. With the sheer force of how hard you kissed him, since he was caught off guard, his initial response was to get you off him...which he did. He ended up pushing you off him, right into the seine.

“What the fuck Suna,” you yelled trying to stay afloat as you splash about in the river.

“Shit- im sorry Y/N, I was caught off guard...” He scrambles down some steps to help you and you give him a deadpan look.

“Well thanks Suna, all I was trying to do was kiss you...” you say a bit shyly “if you want to kiss me or whatever it’s fine Suna you could’ve just said something instead of letting me look like a wet idiot in the Siene”

“I didn’t want it to come off that way, sorry Y/N” he says “since this a new relationship and all, and my first relationship I think I can admit I don’t know what im doing”

“Well I guess we’re in the same boat then,” you laugh “since I don’t know what I'm doing either, but I guess we can figure it out together?”

He nods and smiles, and looks at you leaning in towards you to have a ‘proper’ kiss this time. However, of course you weren’t going to let his ‘accident,’ not be repaid so instead of reciprocating the second kiss, you snake your hands around his long torso and push him into the river as payback.

You both end up with colds the next day, because the freezing cold Seine water was definitely NOT made for being pushed in. However, as you were heating up near the fire in your hotel room, you certainly got that kiss and many more.

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AN: this was based off a conversation I had with @sunalma and I couldn’t get it out of my head... and see alma you got your payback