#ooohhhh what if we start it off with PAIN.

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I’ll take it from here

Alex stood at the front door of Gina’s house and was rethinking her plan when suddenly the door opened and her bully stood right there in front of her.

“Do you have my work done yet loser? That better be why you asked to come to my house after school. I’m suppose to be going on a date with your hot step brother Harry.” Gina snarled at Alex who stood calmly before her tormentor but inside was a bundle of nerves. It might have been a mistake to meet Gina at her own home, it face the bitch home field advantage.

“N-no Gina I don’t have your homework and furthermore I won’t be doing it or anymore of your work going forward.” Alex said stuttering unable to hide her fear. Gina’s bitchy smirk however turned sour.

“Excuse me? You don’t decide to stop, I’ll tell you when you stop understand? Oooh I was looking forward to getting wined and dined by Harry but it’ll be just as much fun beating you up.” Gina said advancing on Alex who pulled out a large red jewel from her pocket and pointed it at Gina.

“No! Stay back! I didn’t want to do this, but I bought this magic rock, it will strip away all your evilness once I say the magic word. If you just walk away I won’t use it!” Alex said almost shaking. Gina however started to laugh.

“A magic rock? That’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard! God I can’t wait until I tell all the girls about this tomorrow, they’re going to want a piece of you too. But for now you’re all mine!” Gina said with an evil grin as she advanced again on Alex.

“No please! No go away! Oh the hell with it! Alterexia!” Alex cried out and the gem started to glow. Before long its light was filling up the room and with a boom, a beam of red light hit Gina square in the chest. Then as quickly as it happened, the light died away.

“Wow nice light show geek but if I were you I’d get my money back.” Gina said mockingly. Alex looked at the gem confused, it should have worked. Then suddenly the gem turned to dust in her hand.

“Haha I guess even that’s not an option anymore. Now where were we.” Gina grinned as she stepped closer to Alex. However after one step she felt a sudden pull in her chest. Brushing it off she took another step and this time the pull was so intense that the buttons of her top flew open and she barely grabbed them.

“What the hell?” She said. It was as if her tits were trying to escape her body. Holding them tight she felt her breasts trying wriggle through her fingers.

“No! What’s happening? Stay put!” She cried but it was no use, with a pop her boobs came from her body leaving her with a flat, bare chest.

What happened next took both of them by surprise as the big boobs hung the air for just a moment before flying over to Alex and diving under her shirt. The very act froze Alex to the spot. It wasn’t until they reached her chest and slid over her own small pair, grafting onto them, that she let out a gasp.

“Ooohhhh fuck what is happening.” She groaned. It wasn’t a groan of pain though, it was one of wet eroticism. Her new heavy pair of tits felt so sensitive, her nipples standing at attention. The combination of both hers and Gina’s boobs gave her an impressive set.

“W-what the hell is this? What did you… wait, what’s happening now?” Gina said as she felt her head start to itch. Her blonde follicles began to rise and stand on end until one by one they were seemingly plucked by an unseen force. Before long every hair on her head was gone, suspended now in the air above her in a large clump.

Just as Gina jumped to grab the hair it shot across the room to Alex where it hit her softly in the face. It then migrated upwards to her head. Each strand latched onto one of her brown hairs, wrapping around it like a braid until it had consumed it and turned it bright gold. The whole process was orgasmic for Alex.

“Mmmm oh yesss that feels really goooood.” She moaned as her hair grew thick and strong thanks to having two sources. Alex ran her hands through her new hair and played with it lovingly. However she wasn’t happy with how her fingers looked wrapping her hair around them. Her nails were dirty and half bitten from stress. Not as nice as Gina’s pink press on acrylic’s. She suddenly wanted them. She felt she deserved them. Eyeing them with new found desire she instinctively lifted her hands out in front of her.

“Come to me, come to your new home.” Alex said in a new cold purr that came naturally to her now. Suddenly Gina’s arms went stiff and shot upwards. One by one each fake nail snapped off her fingers and flew over to a waiting Alex who groaned as each one pressed onto her own fingers.

“Mmmm yes these will do nicely. Thanks loser, I’m feeling hawt and bitchy thanks to you. No wonder you were so mean to me, I feel so fucking evil! But something tells me you have more to offer me.” Alex said as she strolled confidently over to a now cowering Gina.

“No please Alex don’t! I’ll stop bullying you and everyone else. I’ll do anything you want just please no more!” Gina said in a whimper. Alex stood over her unsympathetically.

“Why should I stop? I’m close to taking everything you ever had. I just need that deliciously evil mind of yours now and I’ll be the queen bee. You’ve been the model of an evil bitch but don’t worry I’ll take it from here. Oh and it’s Lexi from now on dork.” The new blonde said as she bore down on Gina and placed her new nailed hands onto her enemy’s bald head.

As soon as she made contact she threw her head back in ecstasy as her brain was filled up with fashion knowledge, juicy gossip and evil bitchy talents. Everything that made Gina ‘Gina’ followed effortlessly into Lexi’s head and a new wicked bitch was born. Not only that but remaining physical traits came over too. Tanned skin, perfect eyesight, pouty lips. They were all Lexi’s now.

As the transfer finished. Lexi let out a long cold cackle of triumphant. She felt incredible, unstoppable. She looked down at a catatonic Gina and smirked. She took off her own glasses and put them on Gina.

“Here loser, I don’t need them anymore, I’m perfection. Thanks to you I’ll be able to slip into the role of head bitch within a day. All your friends will be mine and all your boy toys too. Speaking of which I think you’ve lined up a hot date with my sexy step brother. Mmmm it’s so much badder knowing he sleeps in the room next to mine but after tonight I think we’ll only need one room from now on.” Lexi said grinning wickedly to herself while Gina drool in front of her.

Rolling her eyes Lexi pushed past Gina so she could get to firmer mean girls closet. If she was going to have a hot date she needed to dress the part. After 20 minutes of trying on sluttier and sluttier outfits she finally landed on one she thought would have her step brother creaming his pants.

“You have such hawt clothes Gina. Or should I say ‘had’. Once I rock Harry’s mind later I’ll have him come over here and get the rest of your clothes. Not like you’ll be using them.” Lexi said smiling wickedly again but Gina again remained motionless.

“Oh it’s no fun bullying you if you don’t react. I’ll have to find a way to give you some of your mind back soon but for now you can stand there and think about how you had everything and now have nothing.” Lexi said sarcastically blowing Gina a kiss before leaving.

In the quiet stillness of the room there suddenly was the sound of whipping sand. Particles of the magic rock around the room began to coalesce and reform before too long it had completely returned and sat upon the floor in front of Gina.

Gina’s mind was empty, nothing but darkness. However one word started to emerge from the darkness a word she had only heard once. Alterexia. It echoed again and again in her head. It was the only word in there. Her mouth started to move….

THE END

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Xena's Unexpected Desire - Part 2/2

In the following hours, Xena’s labor progressed quickly. Now we are almost in the doggy position. She is on her hands and knees, gently moving her hips from side to side.

“Here comes another one.” She says. I feel her pain in her words. Then, her breaths become stronger, mixed with low guttural sounds and she moves her hips with desperation, trying to ease the pain. I’m right behind her, doing my best not to get excited watching her movements and hearing her sounds. I’m applying pressure on her lower back, as she asked me to do but I can’t resist lowering one of my hands from time to time to feel how tight her belly gets during a contraction.

“I feel the baby getting lower with each contraction.” Xena informs me once the contraction is over. “I can feel it right in my bones. Please, check my progress.” I step back to see her pussy.

“I can’t see any changes down here” 

“Haha! No Dan. I know the baby is not coming out yet.” She is laughing at my ignorance. “I need you to tell me how dilated I am. Put two fingers in me and find how much of the baby you can feel, right?” After saying this, she changes her position, now touching the grass with her head and shoulders, better exposing her pussy to me.

“Oh! Ok. I get it.” I lick two of my fingers before inserting them in Xena’s pussy. I immediately feel that there was no need in doing it as she is so wet. I keep driving my fingers deeper and deeper. She makes some moans of discomfort. 

“Quickly. Aahh. Another contraction.” I can’t do it fast. I need some time to figure out what I am touching. Then, I feel how her pussy becomes even tighter around my fingers as she is contracting. I already know, or suppose to know, how dilated she is. However, I keep my fingers in her until the contraction ended, enjoying that marvelous tightness.

“If I’m not wrong, you are about this much dilated.” She is panting, with her head still on the grass and turned to the left, looking at my wet fingers. 

“Right. Soon I will be pushing it out.” She says with determination.

I lay on her side, facing her, and I notice how she is sweating. I gently start rubbing her back.

“Xena, how did you check your progress being alone in your first birth?” 

“Oh. I didn’t. Actually there’s no real need, I’ll feel the urge to push anyway. But, these last contractions were strong, I’m quite nervous and I just wanted to know. Luckily for me, now I have you here.” Of course, I feel I’m even luckier. “Can you help me stand up and walk a bit?”

She gets on her knees as I stand up. I help her stand up.

“Your belly is lower.” I notice now I can see it clearly. I touch it with both my hands. “Oh, and so tight.”

“Yeah” She puts her hands over mine, still on her belly. “I’m not joking when I say I’ll be pushing in no time.” She starts pacing around the fire, moving with difficulty, with her legs more spread than normal. “Ahhh. DAN COME! Ooooooh. Contraction!” She screams.

I rush and stand behind her. Putting my arms under her shoulders I am able to support her weight while rubbing her belly. She is making low guttural sounds and moving her hips while feeling the pain. Her hands are again over mine. Then, as the contraction fades away, I can feel her belly change shape. She doesn’t remove her hands and doesn’t stop moving her hips, so we are kind of dancing just hearing the fire cracking. 

About a minute later, she turns around. She is smiling, with tears in her eyes and, without saying a thing, she kisses me, placing her hands on my neck. I don’t need words to understand she is thankful, she is experiencing pain to extents I can’t even imagine and values my aid. Suddenly, she hangs her weight off my neck, spreads her legs and a flush of water falls to the grass, near my feet.

“Ooooghh goood. My water Dan. Ooohhhh. Water broke. Aaaaahhh gotta push! Gotta PUSH! Ah ah oh. Help me to the wall. Aaaagghh.” With her legs spread, she is able to make some steps until reaching the nearest corner, where two on the low walls meet. She positions herself resting on the corner. Her back is upright, her body is low, as if she was sitting in an imaginary chair. She spreads her legs until each one touches the walls,  forming a right angle as the walls do. “NNGGGGHH.” As she pushes, her hands grab her knees tightly, her chin goes deep between her breasts and her face turns red. “Ah. It hurts!”

“Come on Xena! Keep pushing!” I encourage her, feeling I have never seen a woman in such powerful look. Seeing her squeezing her big belly and seeing her tight pussy, is when I fully realize, fully understand, the hard and unbelievable job she’s got ahead. I start getting concerned about it but I have to remind myself that as there’s not much I can do to help her with her efforts, the least I can do is keep encouraging her. “Push! Push! You can do it.”

“Hof, hof, hof, hof…” She pants heavily before pushing again. “I’m pushing. UUNNGGGGHHHH. I can feel it. UUNNGGGGHHHH. Moving down. UUNNGGGGHHHH. Hurts!” When she stops pushing to pant, her head falls back to the wall and her hands move to her belly. She realizes I’m just standing, looking at her, with nothing to do. “Dan, come here. Do you wanna feel it coming down? Come quickly.” I kneel in front of her. As I get two fingers close to her pussy, she looks at me and nods. “Ah, aaah. OOOOOOOOH! Can you feel?”

“Yes Xena. It’s coming down!” I feel my hand being squeezed by the contraction and pushed out by a mass that’s making its way through. “It’s coming fast! Keep pushing!”

“UUNNGGGGHHHH Should be faster! Ah, aaah AAAAAGGGHHH. I feel somthing wrong!”

“Come on Xena, don’t give up! It’s coming. Just push!” I don’t give much credit to her words as I understand she is in so much pain and can’t think properly. With her next push I realize that her pussy is beginning to be stretched wide apart. “OH! Xena! I can see it! You are so close. Keep pushing!”

“UUNNGGHHH….   UUNNNGHHH…. Oh I feel it! HURTS! It’s ripping me!” Xena starts losing control. I can see the baby making her tight pussy open in a teardrop shape. “AAAAAHH…   AAAAAHH… Something is wrong! Something feels wrong! Could it be…  AAAAAAHH…  Dan Oh Dan. Tell me, does it have hair?”

“Eh? No…. it’s bald” I’m quite confused for the question until…

“FUCK! It’s breach Dan! AAAAAAAHH… It’s fucking breach! That’s why it feels so strange, so hard” Xena seems to be in control again. “Can you see the legs or the butt coming out first?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the butt. Xena, is everything right?” I don’t fully understand what’s happening.

“AAAAAAH…  Hof, hof, hof. Well, it could be better. Babies usually are born head first. That’s, let’s say, easier. Ah ah AAAAGGH. This is just making me suffer a bit more.” She explains between pushes as her pussy is expanded to a growing full circle. “OOOOOOHH…  It burns!”

“It’s coming out! Come on push!”

“OOOOOOOHH… I’m pushing FUCK! OOOOOOOGH…Dan, don’t touch it until the shoulders are about to come out, then grab it while I push the… OOOOOOOGGGH…  head out.” With each push, the baby moves slowly out. Xena is screaming in agony as it starts to emerge. “AAAAAAAAAH… NNNNNNNNNGGH… Come on!” Now, almost half of the baby is out. The legs are bent backwards and the feet are still trapped inside Xena. That makes it look like a rigid block of bones and skin.

“It’s half way out. PUSH!”

“NNNNGGGGHHHH….” With this push the legs become free. “Grab it!” She says before pushing again amb bringing all the baby’s body out.

“Xena, come on, just the head and it will be over”

“AAAAAAAAGGH… AAAAAAAAAAGGGHH…. AAAAAAAOOOhhhhh” She pushes the head out and falls to the grown, exhausted, and I give her the baby. “It’s a girl. Oh a precious girl” She says. She is now sitting on the grown and I notice her legs shaking a bit. “Dan, please, bring me a piece of rope and a knife. I’ll cut the umbilical cord”

I do as she says. Once she's done with the cord, she places the baby girl to rest on her chest and a smile appears on her face. She is semi-lying, the sweat that covers all her body makes her hair look messy, and she keeps her legs quite spread. 

  “Do you want to hold her?” She asks.

“Oh, me, eh… of course I do.” I get on my knees to grab the baby. 

“Just hold her head.” She says.

“Do you know what name you are gonna give her?” 

“Yes, Mel, as my mother.”

“I’m gonna give her back to you, I’m sure she wants to be with her momma.” I return Mel to Xena and I sit on her side. “I have to admit that she looks smaller than I had expected judging by your size.”

“Well you’re right I suppose. But I’d say that I’ve been quite lucky. I don’t think I could have endured a breach birth with a bigger baby.” She looks at me. “And I’m sure this birth would have been worse without having you here.”

“Xena, I’ve almost done nothing! It’s just you that are marvelous.”

“No Dan.” She insists. “You’ve seen how vulnerable I looked pushing this baby out of me.”

“I would say powerful, not vulnerable.”

“Well, anyway I felt vulnerable. And your kind support made it easier to find the strength I needed.”

“Xena.” I smile. “Considering how this birth started, I think it’s too much to consider it a kind support.”

“I see you insist on not accepting your merits, but I must thank you anyway.” She says smiling and caressing my face. Then she feels pain. “Ah, ounch!”

“Are you alright Xena?” I ask her.

“Yes, don’t worry. I have to deliver the afterbirth.” She says with one hand on her belly while the other supports the newborn. “Aaah... AAAAAH…   OOOOOHHH…   Fuck!” 

“Is it supposed to hurt that much, Xena?” I ask her.

“Sure I remember it to be less painful. Maybe it hurts more when you just had a hard birth.” She looks a bit concerned. “Oh, here comes again. OOH… OOOOOHHHH… AAAAAAAAGGGHHH… Ahh, ahh, ahhh. Dan, It feels wrong! AAAAGGGGGHHH” She starts massaging her not so tight belly until… “DAN! It’s another baby! I can feel it!” She grabs one of my hands and put it on her lower belly, near her pussy. “Can you feel it? I WAS CARRYING TWINS!” I can feel a strange bulge just above her hips.

“Are you sure it’s not the placenta?”

“Of course I am. The placenta is not made of bones! AAAAAAAHHHH… Hof hof hof… ”

“Alright. Can you push in this position?” She is semi-reclined. “Shall I hold Mel?” I position myself on my knees in front of her.

“I’ll just push and see what happens.” She sits herself up a bit more and spreads her legs once again. “And I’ll hold Mel. I need you with both hands free. Here it comes. Ah, ah, ah, PUSHHHHAAAAGGHHHH…  AAAGGGGHHHHH…” I keep her knees apart as she pushes. “It’s working! It’s moving down!”

“Then keep pushing!”

“AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH…  AAAAAGGGGHHHH… ah, ah, ah… It’s faster this time.” She is right. With just two pushes a slippery black mass starts opening her pussy in a teardrop shape.

“Xena. I can see it! And it’s a head!”

“Hof, hof. Yeahh. Oh oh OOOOOOOHHH… AAAAAAAAAAHHH… Burns! It’s too big!”

“Come on! You’re almost there!”

“AAAAAAAGGGGHH… AAAAAAaaahhh…” The head reaches a full crown and she reaches one hand to feel it.

“It’s almost out, Xena! Push!”

“AAAAAAHHHH…  AAAAHHH…” The head comes out followed by some fluids.

“The head is out! Come on, one last effort!”

“Hof, hof, hof, hof NNHGGG… Hof hof hof NNNGGGHH…” She gives small pushes as I can see the baby rotate. Then she pushes hard again. “AAAAAAAGGGHHHH… AAAAHHH…” Nothing happens. “AAAAAGGGGHHHH… OOOOOOHHH… It’s stuck! I need to give it more room” With her free hand, she grabs one of her legs under the knee and pulls it as far back as possible. “Help me open up more.” I push her other leg back as much as I can. Now, considering her lower body, she looks like a turkey about to be stuffed. Both her legs are kept spread, her belly has a strange sharp look and there’s a head hanging out her pussy.

“Push now Xena. PUSH!”

“OOOOOOOHHHHH… OOOOOOOHHHHH… AAAHH, NOT WORKING AAAHH… ”

“Keep Pushing! Keep Pushing!”

“NO! AAAAAAHHHH… IT’S ON MY BONE! Ah, ah… The shoulder is stuck. Hof, hof… You have to get it free! Hof, hof…Help me on my hands and knees. AAAHH, hof, hof…” She says between heavy breaths. “Quickly! I must not push until you release it. Grab Mel.” She gives the little baby to me. “AAHH. Make sure the head is safe while I turn” Then, keeping her legs spread, she begins rotating to one side until she rests on her hands and knees. “Give Mel back to me and get behind me!” I pass her the baby, she puts it on the grass in front of her, and I get behind her on my knees.

“Alright, what should I do?”

“I’ll arc my back, you have to put two fingers in my pussy, find one of the shoulders and gently make it pass my bone.” I put two fingers on her pussy following the baby’s neck. “AAAAAAHHHH…” She screams in response. I push the shoulder back in and down. “AAAAAAAHHHH… you son of a bitch!”

“It’s free, now push.”

“AAAAAGGGHHHH… AAAAAOOOOOHHHH… OHHH, OHHH, OHHH…” The baby’s shoulders are pushed out and now make her pussy be as stretched as it was with the breach. “AAAAAGGGHHHH… AAAAAAAOOoohhh…” With two more pushes the baby comes out to my hands.

“You did it again! It’s a boy, Xena, you have a son!”

“Oh, a boy…”

She sits on the grass, and grabs the two newborns. She cuts the baby boy’s cord with the tools she had used before, which are still by her side.

“I’m gonna name him Dan, so as to never forget this night and all your help.”

“Xena, you’re so kind.”

Thirty minutes later, Xena is delivering the placenta. As she had said, it looks like an easy process and Xena only makes some faces of discomfort and a couple of groans. Both babies learn quickly to suck milk from her breasts and, once they are satisfied, they fall asleep.

The sun is rising when Xena too falls asleep. She is fully naked, lying on her side with the two babies in front of her. I cover her up with one of the blankets we have and I let her rest. 

We spend the rest of the day doing almost nothing in our little secret place. The following day, we resume our journey, each of us carrying one baby. There’s only one thought that keeps coming to my mind. I’m fully aware that my situation with Xena will not get past the friendship. Even considering the amazing intimate moments we have shared these past days, I know she doesn't want to be in a relationship with anybody. However, witnessing her delivering the babies has been a really exciting experience, it really turned me on. So, I can’t wait to meet a woman who I can marry, get her pregnant several times and be her only helper in the births.

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tw: periods

Thinkin about… how when it’s Julie’s time of the month… she is in the best hands. Like yes she is in a house with 5 guys but, just imagine real quick,

Ray gives the impression of the most understanding like if Carlos is being a little brother bother to Julie Ray would be like “hey, lay off your sister for this week at least, she’s already in enough pain.” Bc I mean everyone’s is different like some weeks it’s tolerable pain, other times it fuckin sucks, sometimes it’s the same pain all the time it just depends.

I feel if Julie gets a week where it’s just unmanageable she would inform Ray that she’s not feeling the greatest and he’d at first question if she’s sick or if it’s the other thing and she lets him know it’s the other and then he’s the most like “ah ok got you 👌”

The boys would then be like “we haven’t seen Julie at all today what gives?” And go investigate and find her in her room sat in her bed and she says that she just doesn’t feel that great rn and then bc they’re them they’re like “…didn’t you guys have hot dogs last night for dinner 😳” and they start to be like “you’re gonna feel a little nauseous, a bit queasy” and she’s so confused but then realizes where their brains went (traumatized by hot dogs poor guys) and just says again “no I just don’t feel good this week”

And Alex cues in on the “this week” statement meanwhile Reggie and Luke are still thinking hot dogs got to her. “You might feel like you have throw up, your stomach is in an endless knot but then once you do throw up it’s this weird color of-“

Alex cuts off who’s speaking by hitting them in the shoulder and then apologizes to Julie, “I’m so sorry about them, I have a sister though so this isn’t the first I’ve dealt with“ and then he just makes the three of them huddle in a little circle and Julie just hears “we knew this would come eventually, like I told you two” there’s a synchronized “ooohhhh” “remember, like we’ve talked about” and then they all face Julie again and Luke makes the grand gesture of going “HOW EVER CAN WE MAKE YOUR WEEK OF MISERY LESS MISERABLE?”

Alex just puts his head in his hands, “this is… not what we rehearsed. I am so sorry Julie.”

Whereas Reggie’s approach is more, “can we get you anything at all? …Chocolate…? …heat pad?”

Alex is just continuing to have his head in his hands being so embarrassed.

Luke looks at Reggie so confused, “Why a heat pad? That’s so-“

“Actually that would sound nice.” Julie interrupts Luke and then he corrects himself, “that’s so smart to ask that is what I meant to say.”

Julie then tells them, “there’s some in the bathroom cabinet, if one of you can grab them that would be-“

Julie just hears Luke say, “BATHROOM CABINET GOT IT-“ and then both Luke and Reggie just sprint out of her room and into the hall to the bathroom (yes they could poof but they are on a mission)

Alex tells is still in Julie’s room and he just looks at her and tells her, “I apologize for them, I really tried to prepare them for this, just give them sometime to learn.”

And Julie just says “I mean they’re already showing in effort which is much appreciated, it’s good to know I’m in good hands.”

It’s always then a competition between who’s the most helpful to Julie during her time of the month (mainly between Luke and Reggie, Luke gets so competitive it’s very funny)

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Tarnished pt. 30

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 30/?? Word count: 2376]

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That left the imp twins together. Barb laced her claws behind her head as they ambled away from the tent. “Sooooo, whadda we do?”

“I guess, check out the fair?” Blitzø hadn’t been left to his own devices at a public event ever before and was at something of a loss. The Pain Games didn’t start for a couple hours but there were presumably other things before that.

The booths set up had foods, carnival games, and the livestock and crops up for judging. Blitzø spotted a shooting gallery amid the line of games. “Fuck yes, bet I can get a better score than you Barb.”

She saw what he was heading to and scoffed. “In your dreams Blitzø. Lemme show you how it’s done.” They both grabbed a rifle and started firing at targets. At the end of the round, Blitzø had two more hits than his sister.

He was not a gracious winner. “Ooohhhh yeah! That’s how it’s done! Who’s the imp?! This guy!” After a few celebratory hip thrusts, Barb punched his shoulder .

“We’re just getting started.” She grabbed his arm and yanked him to a strength test game. “Show me whatcha got bro,” she challenged, holding out the comical large hammer.

“Just sit back and watch.” Blitzø steadied himself with the mallet and swung the giant head onto the target. The slider launched up the meter to gently ring the bell at the top. “Ha! Beat that sis.”

Barb nodded sagely as she took the mallet. “Not bad, not bad.” She settled her feet in a similar stance to Blitzø. Her swing slammed the mallet onto the target and the resulting bell ring sounded out over the fairground. “That’s how it’s done. Who’s got two thumbs, a perfect bod, and is totally the imp? This girl.” She pointed both thumbs at herself while grinning triumphantly.

The next hour was spent with the twins trying to one up each other at the different games. They stopped keeping score halfway through but ended up with arms full of prizes. After they’d tried every game they could, they relaxed by the livestock judging. Barb chomped away at a caramel apple while Blitzø spent a blissful quarter hour watching the Hellhorses being awarded ribbons.

Then it was time to head back. The Pain Games were starting soon and Blitzø had to be on duty. They slipped into Stolas’ tent, dumping the spoils of their victories inside. “My goodness you two,” the Prince said as a small wave of toys and snacks took over the floor. “You appear to have looted an entire video arcade here.” He delicately picked up a fuzzy string with two oversized eyes attached. “I don’t even know what half of these things are.”

“These are the fruits of our labors, our just rewards for victory.” Blitzø opened up a packet of cotton candy and shoved a handful in Stolas’ mouth. “And some are fucking delicious, okay?” He split the rest in half, giving some to Barb as he tore a chunk of the sugary treat off with his teeth. “I need some fuel to get me through standing around all day and half the night. You wanna stick around here Barb or find the others?”

“Or you could enter the Games. It’s open to all…it’s open to imps,” Stolas added with a sheepish look. He knew Blitzø would have been thrilled to compete if he wasn’t stuck at the Goetia’s side the whole time.

“Eh, maybe. Might just chill with Dina. You boys do your thing.” Just having fun with Blitzø had been unexpectedly nice. But being here with him and Stolas, she felt like a third wheel. She didn’t want to deal with all her thoughts on that. Best to just get out.

Looking around the crowd outside, Barb realized she didn’t have a chance of finding her brother’s imp employees. She was better off looking for the Hounds. She was scanning over the cowboy hats and horns when a ripple through the crowd knocked her off balance. She windmilled her arms for half a second before years of acrobatic practice took over. She stopped trying to right herself and turned the tumble into a handspring.

That earned her chorus of ‘ooohs’ and impromptu applause. There was just enough of a performer in Barb that she gave a dramatic bow. “Oh, there she is!” a cheerful voice with a country twang to it called out. The imp woman she met briefly popped out of the crowd waving at her.

“Hey, Barb, right?” The smaller woman trotted up to her, all smiles and welcome. “Didn’t get a chance to talk before, I’m Millie. Care to watch with us while the boss is busy?”

“Sure. You’re not competing?” She let Millie lead the way to a spot in the stands.

“I wish! Ma said I can’t anymore, too many casualties last time.” The tone of a disgruntled kid was evident in her voice. “I only caused half of ‘em too.”

“Mildred you caused well more than half over all the years you’ve been in the Games.” A stout older woman with a clear resemblance to Millie scolded her as they joined the group. “The Ring is gonna run out of anyone to be hands at this rate.” The male imp next to her nodded with an affirmative grunt.

“Fiiiine, I’ll sit out just this year. Ma, Daddy, this here’s Barb, our boss’s sister. She’s watching with us while Blitzø’s busy.” Millie’s mom responded with a “nice to meet ya” before turning back to her daughter. It was obvious she had more on her mind to say but the girl didn’t give her a chance. She hauled Barb up a few more bleachers and secured a seat next to her coworker.

Barb got a spot between Millie and an unfamiliar male imp; Dina was on the bleacher right behind her. She talked with the Hellhound for a bit, mostly griping about fellow patients. At a lull in their chat, the imp next to her introduced himself.

“So you’re from Sloth? That’d be why I didn’t recognize you; thought I knew all the tough imps in this Ring. Name’s Striker, what’s yours little lady?” The imp gave her a confident grin, admiration and avarice in his eyes.

“Barb.” She smiled back, putting as much sharpness as her namesake into it. “I’m from a little bit of all over, been staying in Sloth for a while.” She gave Striker an appraising look over. He was attractive, on the tall and lanky side of the scale. Even seated, he held himself with a rough confidence. His concentric ringed eyes seemed to bore into whatever he focused on.

Something about his expression was a hair off. Maybe it was paranoia on Barb’s part. Or maybe it a look she recognized from all those years of being around desperate, strung out demons. Either way, it made her spines prick even as he shifted to a more flirtatious tone.

“Saw a bit of you at the shooting gallery, and that bit of fancy flipping down there. Not bad, I gotta say.” Stolas emerged from his tent then, taking the microphone from the announcer. He started his welcome speech; Barb saw Blitzø and Loona behind him. Loona looked bored while Blitzø was watching the crowd. Striker looked from Barb to Blitzø and back again. “Say, any connection between you and the Goetia’s boyfriend there?”

Millie popped her head around Barb’s shoulder. “Actually, she’s-“ Barb cut her off. “We’re related.” She couldn’t deny the resemblance but didn’t want to elaborate further, especially not to a stranger that put her on edge. No matter how sexy he was.

Striker shrugged. “Fair ‘nough. I’d best get down there if I’m gonna win this thing.” He sauntered away; as he did so, Barb caught a faint glimmer of pure white light when he adjusted his jacket.

After a moment, Barb hopped up. “I think I’ll try this thing too.” Millie and Dina cheered her on while Moxxie sulked. She joined the group of participants. Even behind his ridiculous shades, Barb could see her twin’s surprise.

“Ah, glad to see you join in,” Striker said with a self satisfied look as she walked up beside him. “I’ll tell you right now, I don’t go easy on anyone. Not even a pretty face like yourself.”

“Wouldn’t expect it anyway,” Barb replied with a bite to her words. “I don’t hold back either cowboy.” The starting pistol fired and the throng of competitors was off. Through the obstacle course, mud wrestling, shark wrangling and other events, Barb and Striker were neck and neck.

It felt like a repeat of her impromptu competition with Blitzø earlier. They traded wins back and forth until: “For the first year ever, we have a tie!” Stolas called out to the cheering crowd. “The winners are Striker and Barbie Wire!” He gave a gracious bow as they climbed the stage. Blitzø, from directly behind Stolas and out of the crowd’s view, gave her a quick grin of excitement and a double thumbs up.

Feeling embarrassed, Barb gave the crowd a wave before quickly getting off the stage. Fortunately, Striker was stealing the show. “I’d like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song I wrote just now, about me winnin’.” As he strummed a chord on the guitar handed to him, a yell of “OH WHAT THE FUCK?!” came from the stands.

Glad to be out of the spotlight, Barb rejoined Dina and the others. “Congrats Barb!” Millie clapped excitedly as she approached. “You were amazing out there! Watching you just ‘bout made sitting out worth it!” The rest of Millie’s family added stoic praises. Moxxie congratulated her too before returning to a small notepad he was jotting something down on.

“Hey, can I grab a couple pages?” Bard asked, wanting to make notes of her own before she forgot. Moxxie obliged with a few sheets and a spare pen. She finished her notes quickly before food started being brought out for the attendees.

As demons milled around, grabbing food that was mostly served skewered or fried, the orange sky slowly dimmed. Striker brought Barb a hunk of roasted meat on a skewer. “Killed it fresh myself this mornin’. Best way to enjoy a Hell beast.” He shot a smug look in Moxxie’s direction. The smaller imp glared back. Not my problem, Barb thought as she accepted the food.

Striker leaned back onto the stands. “You did damn good out there, congrats.” Barb congratulated him back and he continued on. “Not often you meet imps as strong as us. Whaddya say we get together sometime? With the adoring crowd or puffed up royals around?”

Jackpot. “I was thinking the same thing.” She pulled out a page she hadn’t written on yet and wrote out her cell number. “Give me a call, cowboy.” She bit into the skewered meat suggestively before walking away.

The rest of the festivities continued without issue. Stolas revealed the Harvest Moon to the awe of the gathered imps. After the display, alcohol started being brought out. That was Barb’s cue to leave; she was staying off all substances right now. No point in ruining her progress. Fortunately, Stolas’ duty was finished so he and Blitzø could make their exit.

Blitzø saw her back to Sloth and her dorm. The prince had offered her a ride but she turned him down. She wasn’t comfortable being in close proximity to the royal, at least not yet. So she and her twin headed back on foot. Blitzø applied his illusion as soon as he could; both twins relaxed a little once he was sporting the black marking.

After an elevator ride and a brisk walk with her brother chattering about how amazing she’d been at the Pain Games, Barb felt all her exhaustion hit. “Might’ve gone too hard there,” she muttered to no one as she flopped onto her bed. But before she could pass out, there were the notes she’d written.

The pages had rough sketches and a few key words scribbled. Looking them over and refining the drawing, she had an image of a knife hilt. She’d caught little glimpses of it under Striker’s jacket. She hadn’t seen the blade itself but had gotten glimmers of pure white light from inside the sheath.

“Why would a ranch hand have an angelic weapon?” A mystery. And maybe linked to the look in Striker’s eyes; banked anger and avarice. Now she just needed to wait for Striker to call.

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“Well?”

“Like I thought ma’am, the prince’s pet was glued to his master’s side the whole time. Not even getting on the same stage got me a chance to meet him. Plenty of chances to kill the pricks though.”

“Ugh, I’m not paying you to have fun at festivals. I need results.”

“Oh I still got results. I got the phone number of a particular imp tonight. She told me to call her.”

“I’m not interested in your romantic conquests! If you aren’t taking this seriously, you can say goodbye to any payment from me.”

“Don’t get your feathers in a twist ma’am. This imp happens to be related to your husband’s toy. His twin sister if I’m right. And he seems eager to be on her good side.”

“Well, you surprise me darling. This may work better than my original plan. Keep me updated, your payment is being sent over. Ta darling!”

Striker hung up with a snort. The royal’s tendency to abruptly end their conversations was a given by now. He twirled his angelic steel knife in a practiced manner. He’d killed a royal with it before and was looking forward to the next one. Being able to kill that traitorous ass kisser would be a bonus.

He’d wait a couple days, then message Barb. Best to keep a girl waiting, just long enough to make her a little anxious to see him.

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[shirosfics]

On the tragedy of Dazai Osamu, and a “whimsical” god (aka my way of comforting myself after reading BSD chapter 109)

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(Edit: while I am still blown away by 109, I don’t think Asagiri is going to off Dazai this easily. Still. If it does happen, my point still stands.)

Ooohhhh boy chapter 109. Chapter. 109. 

Even Ayatsuji-sensei spoke about how bad things on Bungou were getting on his Twit—X, oops, thanks Elon—account and calling Asagiri-sensei (lol) — and Asagiri-sensei replied! You know it's bad when The Ayatsuji Yukito-sensei says it's bad.

Let’s start with my darling Dazai. As someone who adores L and has lived through L’s death in Death Note, what’s happening to Dazai right now is… painful (extremely) but not unbearable. 

So, for someone who adores Dazai, I know none of us want him to die, but in the unfortunate event that he does… I'm going to try to use logic to defeat my sadness.

This is just me trying to make myself feel better, really. Read at your own risk.

On the tragedy of Dazai Osamu, and a “whimsical” god

Dazai Osamu-sensei (I always refer to the character by surname, and the real life Japanese literary counterpart with the suffix “sensei”, both as differentiation and a sign of respect) was someone who had perceived himself to have lived a tragic life. And I use “perceived” because objectively, Dazai-sensei had been someone born into a pretty good life, it was his perception of his life that was tragic, especially after his idol Akutagawa Ryuunosuke-sensei took his own life.

Asagiri has always mentioned the tragedy of Dazai Osamu, specifically, his friendship with Oda and the Buraiha*, was the inspiration for Dazai’s character and storyline. As we have seen in Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era, and Dazai and Fyodor’s conversation in Mersault, it is clear that Asagiri has Dazai take the view that everything in the world is chaos, and while Dazai thinks that god does not play dice, he certainly is whimsical. This was something that Dazai had always known, and once again demonstrated to him painfully in the form of Oda and Gide’s final battle. The “good” does not, according to Dazai’s version of god, have any more right to live or to live any longer than the “evil” does. 

In fact, as Oda has mentioned, to Dazai, there is no distinction between “good” and “evil”. There’s only each person or each group on their own side, fighting for what they believe is right. Dazai knows this better than anyone else, and simply chooses to support the ADA because of Oda’s dying words. It just so happens that Asagiri chose to tell the story from the ADA’s point of view, and the ADA, as an organisation, upholds the moral characteristics of justice, righteousness, and courage. Sometimes, however, especially with recent development, I see that Ranpo is becoming smart and learning tricks too.

And the whims not only apply to Oda, they also apply to Dazai. In fact, at this point in time, they seem to apply to every single character except for Fyodor. (We will…get to him in a moment. There’s way too little information on him right now for me to say anything, ugh.) 

To Dazai, he and Fyodor could plan many elaborate schemes, but in the end, even they are controlled by the whims of whatever higher power. Some people call it fate—as Chuuya believes—while Dazai merely sees it as someone playing with all the lives on earth. That is what sets him apart from Fyodor—their views on someone’s right to live, and when someone dies. Dazai used to take lives because the concept of “life” itself inherently has no meaning to him, and stopped when Oda gave him a meaning, while Fyodor sees some lives as less important and more sinful than others.

Therefore, even if Dazai did die here, it wouldn’t be because he believed that it’s his fate or not (I’m convinced he’s only using the “fate” angle to wake Chuuya up, which is romantic from a shipper point of view, but it’s not his personal view), but yet another whimsical act of whatever “god” there is out there. There’s a chance Dazai thinks the universe is probabilistic, and that god might not exist. (He just used god in his reply to Fyodor because that had been the phrasing Fyodor had used.)

Again… I’m hoping he doesn’t! It’ll save me a lot of heartache. But my point is, even if he did, we can’t say that we’ve been blind-sided because Asagiri had been building up to it for a while. Because of his namesake, Dazai himself is a characterisation of depression and despair, hanging on a loose thread. Combine that with Dazai’s nihilistic and flippant outlook on life (especially his life!), and also his multiple deaths in canon: 55 Minutes, Dead Apple, Beast… We could and should see him off, and know that that’s how his perception of the world works: it’s fickle, and doesn’t give a damn whether someone’s life or death is fair or not. 

Of course, to us, we’d think that’s unfair because one, he’s Dazai, two, he deserves happiness, and three, he’s part of the good guys and they always win…especially in a shounen manga. But I think as someone who reads a piece of work like BSD, inspired by some of the greatest minds out there, we’d have to respect the worldview while hoping for the best. And also, regarding the shounen manga argument… I’d like to point you to the infamous exhibit: Attack on Titan. 

After the Dark Era and Storm Bringer Light Novels, I think Asagiri has made it clear that he’s not pulling his punches. He’s not Isayama-sensei, but with the way Dazai’s story has developed, even if it did end this way, it’s not illogical, and it’s certainly not bad storyline development. 

It’s just sad and tragic…which fits entirely with the life of Dazai’s namesake. 

Dazai’s probably not dead though! 

The good thing is…There is a high chance he’s not dead. After I got over my initial panic, I remembered that one of the things hammered into my brain during undergrad was the fact that head wound =/= immediate death, or even death. People have in fact lived with head wounds, just with brain damage. The good thing is, we all know who can fix that. As long as Yosano is alive, there is no reason to fear. And she is very much alive the last time I checked. 

There are also some really suspicious visual cues about Dazai’s wounds. Namely the lack of burns, especially since Dazai was shot in the forehead point blank. But that might be due to Harukawa35’s art style, so I don’t have a lot of faith in this. I actually think one of the other torso shots was more dangerous for Dazai than the head shot. There’s an analysis I’ve read on LOFTER on the four shots which is pretty thorough… but it hinges on Asagiri having the medical knowledge, but we all know how awful Asagiri can be at science (remember the heavy water?) sometimes so analysing it using science might not be the most accurate.

I’m going to refrain from talking about No Longer Human because Asagiri has confused himself with the limits of NLH before, and I don’t know whether he’ll remember the rules for NLH this time. 

Lastly, it’s also a matter of how long Asagiri wants BSD to live as a series. It is not a stretch to say Dazai is one of the most popular characters in the franchise. It is difficult to kill off a character like that. At the same time though, he’s also based on Dazai Osamu-sensei, so while people would be understandably upset, they would understand and it would fit with Dazai’s origins nicely too. I definitely wouldn’t want to be his editor right now.

Either way, looking at the comments online right now, I hope a repeat of Isayama doesn’t happen again…when are people going to start understanding it’s a work of fiction…

*I still find it interesting that he chose to leave out Dan Kazuo—how does one leave out THE Dan Kazuo?! I know the guy wasn’t entirely Buraiha, but he fought Nakahara Chuuya for Dazai lmao BSD would be so fun with him around.

Now, onto Fyodor…

My biggest problem with 109 is not Dazai, but Fyodor’s true identity. I cannot tell you how much I need that information like I need air right now and Asagiri knows how anxious we all are. There’s a lot I can say about Fyodor, but I won’t, because there’s simply not enough information yet. After reading 109, I was torn between envying and being worried about Sigma.

People have been treating Fyodor like he’s not human, and he’s been behaving like he’s not human (Dazai have remarked how similar they are in terms of their thinking, and we all know Dazai does not think like a normal human being). So, the following suggestions are my pure speculation based on nothing: What if he’s an actual demon? Or a youkai? Or an actual god (because Japan’s Shintoism is polytheist…but this is less possible because rl!Dostoyevsky was Christian, a monotheistic religion)? What if he’s like Sigma, also written in by someone in the Book? Maybe he’s a Transcendent gone rogue (wouldn’t be the first one). Or maybe he’s like Chuuya, possessing the power of a god. I’m literally going crazy and dying thinking about the possibilities. Not knowing is the biggest torture.

What we do know about Fyodor right now is that Asagiri seems to have taken Demons (The Possessed) by rl!Fyodor Dostoeyevsky as his reference for Fyodor’s character. It’s a book that will blow your mind and give you depression and trigger whatever trauma you have. I don’t suggest you read it unless you’re in a good headspace and can manage whatever the book throws at you. This is why I am very much on the fence about Fyodor’s Dual Personality theory, although I want to believe it is true. 

Fyodor, as far as I can see right now, seems to be predominantly based on Stavrogin, the central character of Demons, who is the most popular person in the novel, but the biggest sinner Dostoyevsky-sensei has ever created. At first I thought Fyodor was based on Rodya from Crime and Punishment (which supports the split between him and the Fyodor the fandom is referring to as Punishment), then I realised that there actually might be a real possibility he might genuinely just be this destructive.

But really, beyond that, everything about Fyodor is a mystery. I don't have enough time to re-read the manga to carve out anything more about Fyodor.

I guess I'll wait 😕

But anyway! I’d love to see how Asagiri pulls the ADA out of this one. If he pulls a deux ex machina on this arc after all this build up I’d seriously be so disappointed. *side-eyes Asagiri*

[wonderlandmind4]

No insomnia brain. I will not entertain that little spark of a Daredevil drabble/fic idea. No. I have to get up and work in 6 hours. I refuse. REFUSE.

…fuck.

[alildritten]

Hahaha, ooohhhh nooooo….. here we go! The big angst drop I’ve been warning everyone about! CW: ABUSE/I’M VERY SORRY/I JUST STARTED WRITING AND THIS CAME OUT OF IT ALSO THERE IS A CENSORED SWEAR TOO

Text like this: text is Moon thinking/trying to message Sun. Click “keep reading” to read!

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Chapter 12: Punishments

“Hm hm hm!~” the voice laughed.

“What do you want from me?”

“Ooh, someone’s curious!”

The screen in front of Moon flickered, Sun fidgeting and shaking horribly in fear. They were in the daycare, it looked like.

A voice played back from the screen. “Naughty, naughty. You must be punished!” It sounded surprisingly similar to Moon’s voice.

“I-I swear, I d-didn’t mean t-to! Please… don’t h-hurt m-me…” Sun whimpered, frightened.

“WHAT?! WHO WOULD DARE HURT MY SUNSHINE?! I SWEAR, I WILL RIP THEM TO SHREDS!”

“Teehee~”

“AND WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT, YOU LUNATIC?!”

…

A pause.

…

“Well, quite ungrateful, really. I suppose you do deserve this punishment after all. Pity.~”

“Punishment?”

“Hehehee!~”

Sunshine, are you alright?

….

…

Error; Message not sent.

“Oooh, did I forget to mention? Oh, silly me. I turned that off.~ >:3”

“You WHAT?!” Moon stares at the screen, at Sun, their Sunshine, who looks terrified out of their mind.

“I-I swear, it w-won’t happen again!” Sun pleaded.

“Oh, I’ll make sure it doesn’t.~” The voice similar to Moon’s cooed.

“What? No, no. You…. You wouldn’t. NO. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT.”

“Oh, don’t worry Moony.~ You don’t have to believe it to see it.~”

The screen crackles as more audio streams out.

“P-please! Don’t! PLEASE!” Sun’s voice yells, pleading desperately as they devolve into tears.

The screen is from the point of view of the thing with a voice similar to Moon’s. A sudden screech of metal comes through the screen, as claws rake across Sun’s chest and arms, and one of the rays is broken off.

Moon can’t keep watching. They cover their ears, trying to block out the sounds of Sun’s screeching, their pain, their pleading. It doesn’t work. It plays over, as if there was no interference at all.

Moon closes their eyes as to no longer see Sun suffering. The screen plays inside their mind instead.

“STOP! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Moon cries. “PLEASE! THEY’VE HAD ENOUGH! TOO MUCH! JUST STOP IT ALREADY!!”

“Oh, Moony, Moony, Moony. You gave me the reaction I was looking for.~” Moon hears fingers snap, and suddenly the screen is gone, the audio dissipated.

Moon was crying. Was that real? Surely, it couldn’t have been. Moon would’ve protected Sun from anything.

“Oh, Moony.~ It was all real. Now, down to business. Tell me how to break Freddy’s firewall.”

“F-Freddy’s firewall…? A-as in….”

“Yes, yes.” Their voice was impatient now. “As in his code. Blah, blah, blah, TELL ME F__KING NOW.”

“I-I’m afraid I- I was n-never told i-it.”

The intruder sighs. “Alright.” Fingers snap again. The screen reappears.

“NO! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I’LL TRY TO FIGURE IT OUT! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!”

“Oh, Moony. You’re too easy!~” The screen is gone again. Moon breathes a sigh of relief, tears still streaming down.

“H-how am I s-supposed to c-crack a firewall in h-here?”

“Tell me anything and everything about Freddy Fazbear.”

Moon sighs, whispering, “You’re a monster.” before talking. Either the intruder didn’t hear, or just ignored it.

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[ragnvindrbrainrot]

"You're Mine."

Character: Childe

Request: Yeah from my own horny brain 😩

Warnings: Softcore Yandere, 18+ themes, violence ig? bondage, knife play, sadomasochism, mention of master/server kink, slight degradation?

Words: 1.2k of pure thirstiness babey

okay first of all Childe is devoted to his partner regardless of being yandere so jot that down real quick

normally when Childe is interested in someone he wont mind playfully reciprocating when a stranger is flirting with him in an attemp to make his interest jealous

however with you the idea that Childe could give the impression of not wanting you? of not needing you? that he doesn't have you on his mind and your name on the tip of his tongue every waking moment his job forces him away from you?

he'd literally rather die lmao

Childe kind of,,,, he's like a dog lol has to make sure people know what's his

before he starts charming you if someone's checking you out the moment you turn away from Childe that man is slinging an arm over your shoulders and playing up his cheerful carefree act

but don't be mistaken. under that smile is a scorching glare directed at anyone who even dares to look at you in a way he deems "rude", or "lusty" which could be anything from admiring the way sunlight catches on your hair to having the gall to not notice your beauty 🥴

and if someone dares to flirt with you? it doesn't matter if he's not there when they do. after all as a harbinger its not like the fatui lackeys are going to question his orders to watch over you and report any, shall we say, discrepancies then well. he'll just have to handle it won't he?

not to mention archons forbid the flirter makes you uncomfortable, some things Childe has learned while working for the fatui are suddenly a lot more useful

anyway,,, moving on to what we're all here for lol

Childe might come off as careless and harsh, perhaps even sometimes dismissive in certain scenarios (bro u aint ever paying for a single thing again in ur entire life if he can help it💀) but when the night rolls in? and its just the two of you with no one around to report his "weakness" to the tsaritsa?

oh he worships you

he has all manner of things he wants to say and do to you but most of all the things Childe needs most is you in pleasure, anything you want, anything you ask for as long as it doesn't let another see you coming undone Childe gives it to you without a second thought

okay so some specific ones that made me really go 🥴 and commit to typing this up haha

bondage. thats it thats the hc (jk jk)

silk ropes, handcuffs, spread bars, hell even his scarf, no especially his scarf Childe is always breathless at the sight of you tied up and at his mercy

the knowledge that it's only him that gets to see you like this? that you, with how strong you are don't hesitate to give complete and utter control over to him simply because you trust him to take care of you? ooohhhh it sends shivers down his spine

he lavishes you with kisses up and down and up and down your torso leaving little nibbles and hickeys wherever he wants and feeling his chest fill with pride at the way your whimpers and moans echo around the room

also im not saying hes a sadomasochist but hes absolutely a sadomasochist haha

his madochist side refuses to let himself cum until you have at least twice and even then Childe is still more focused on giving you pleasure then taking it for himself

throw back to that point that he'd give you anything you ask? ask to dominate him and pretty please tie me up, choke me, use me in whichever way you as long as he's blessed with the sight of you in the throes of pleasure his master/mistress

okay moving on to sadist Childe don't mind if i do mmMmMmm 🥴🥴🥴

ask him to be rough with you and you might have to pray to the nearest archon for oxygen because it makes him so excited he kisses you quite literally breathless

just look okay the idea of you letting Childe be rough with you, tugging you around by ropes or his scarf, pulling on your hair to remind you to keep your eyes open so he can see the way they roll back into your skull when he brings you over the edge

he loves the fact you like the marks he leaves all over you and how you can get shy when people gossip about your hickeys

choking? fuck man he choked on air when you brought it up 🥴 the fact that you're willing to put your life in his hands? in the most literal sense of the words while being so intimate gives him a hard on so painfull he thinks he might just cum on the spot

pushes you down on the bed, one hand around your neck the other in your hair tugging it every time he sees your eyes flutter shut, and as he thrusts harshly into you he whispers every filthly thought that pops into his head

"you're mine, only mine sweetheart"

"mine to use, mine to love, mine to wreck"

"only I get to see you like this, tied up and begging with tears in your eyes as i make you cum over and over and over again"

"they can dream all they like but at the end of the day you belong to me, your heart, your mind, your body, your pleasure, its all mine. isn't it, darling?"

"next time someone dares to flirt with what's mine, I might just have to show them, though of course then i'd have to kill them after all haha!"

okay so moving on to a unpopular kink of mine i just KNOW Childe would moan to think about 🥴

knife play baby and since he can make daggers w his vision lets just combine the two to make knife+vision play

loves the heady feeling he gets at seeing blood beading at the light cuts he skims across youre skin, but don't worry Childe will follow his hydro blades with his tongue pushing down and dragging it along the cut loving how it makes you squirm and whine in a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain

also aftercare with this man? prepare to be treated like a god/goddess

need a drink? of course! feeling hungry darling? why just tell him what you want to eat and Childe will get it right away

on top of that if you want a shower but don't have the energy to stand up don't worry Childe will carry there and wash away all the sweat and cum from your session

Childe will run you a shallow bath after washing the grime away, warm water and bath salts to soothe any aches and leave you to soak while he cleans up the bed, changing the sheets swapping the blanket and picking out clothes for you to sleep in (one of his shirts of course 🥴)

after all that he comes back and slides into the bath behind you, peppering soft kisses to your neck and shoulders all the while whispering praises about how wonderful you are, how much he loves you, the fact you make him feel whole in a way he didn't know he was lacking

unsurprisingly you probably fall asleep in the bath to his sweet praises, but thats okay : ) Childe will drain the bath and dry you off softly and put your sleeping clothes on before carrying you to bed where he wraps you up into his arms and blankets

the next morning you wake up to a lingering kiss, hooded eyelids and the smell of breakfast as Childe spends the few minutes he has left before leaving for work looking after your wellbeing

[ahockeywrites]

Chapter 2 - Edmonton, Alberta

“I cannot believe it’s our first day in Edmonton and we’re already at a hockey game,” Addison laughed. The department Addison and Simone were contracted to work at regularly attended hockey games as a group to encourage socialising outside of the workplace and had invited the girls along to meet their new colleagues.

It just so happened that one of the other girls in the department was good friends with the Oilers roster and was able to get some good seats occasionally, and this happened to be one of those nights. They had seats right next to the ice for the Senators @ Oilers match and seeing as Addison had barely paid attention to the Blues hockey lineup, she had no idea that the brother of the boy she had been ignoring for years was about to take to the ice for warm ups.

A puck hit the glass in front of Addison and she looked up to see who hit it. Standing in front of her was Brady Tkachuk. She shot him a confused look, she had no idea he even played hockey anymore let alone in the NHL. He gave her a quick smile and shouted “gimme a text, number hasn’t changed,” then he skated off.

“Wait, you know Tkachuk?” one of her new colleagues asked? This was not how Addison wanted her first day in Edmonton to go. All she wanted was an easy introduction to her new colleagues not to be bombarded with questions.

“Yeah, grew up in St Louis a few doors down from them,” Addison explained, trying to go into as little detail as possible. There was no way she could let the people she was going to be spending a lot of time with know that she used to be friends with the devil of Calgary. Her co-workers just nodded, trying to understand how she hadn’t shared this information before. To the majority of people, growing up around NHL players was the most amazing thing ever but to Addison it was the most difficult thing. She wished she didn’t block Matthew out that summer, but she knew it was best for her at that time.

The rest of the game went surprisingly well, even if Brady was on the losing end of the game. No one asked Addison anymore questions about the Tkachuk’s, which she was very thankful for but Simone had started putting the pieces together and had pretty much figured out who it was that Addison was avoiding in St Louis.

Addison did text Brady, but she waited until she had settled in to Edmonton first. Naturally, Brady had already let the entire family know who he had seen in the stands as soon as he was able to. Keith and Chantal already knew because of their closeness to Addison’s parents, Taryn was excited to know that Addison had moved and was using her degree to her advantage and Matthew said nothing. He didn’t want to believe that they now lived in the same country, let alone the same province.

Ever since that day in St Louis, Matthew had vowed never to love another woman. He couldn’t, Addison was always the only one for him. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find someone else, he always had women falling over him almost anywhere he went, but none of them lived up to Addison. Instead of trying to settle down in Calgary, he had a different woman in his bed most nights to satisfy his desires.

Simone gave it a few days too before asking about the interaction at the Rogers Place. She was almost certain that the man who Addison refused to keep in contact with was the eldest Tkachuk child but she didn’t know the whole story. She didn’t want to reopen old wounds for Addison which could be especially painful. The safest space to bring up the topic was likely to be their shared apartment and she did one night with SportsNet’s NHL coverage in the background.

“Ads,” Simone started, she was unsure of how to approach the topic so decided to stay safe to begin with, “how do you actually know Brady Tkachuk?” Addison sighed, she knew this would eventually come up and was much happier that her best friend asked her rather than any of her other colleagues because it could have made the entire graduate program very awkward.

“I wasn’t lying at the rink, he did grow up a few doors down from me in St Louis,” Addison explained, “but I spent a lot of time at their house with Chantal because mom often worked late nights and dad used to, and still does, travel with the Blues for games. I’m the same age as Matt, so it just worked well.” She hoped that she hadn’t given too much away, it was the truth, just missing a lot of detail.

“But, is there anything else that I should know? You know, you’re probably gonna see the entire family next time you’re home and if I’m with you, the whole story is appreciated?” Simone tried to get as much information out as she could without hinting that she knew who Addison was refusing to mention.

“Matt was my first kiss and then I’ve ignored him ever since,” Addison said at such speed, she wasn’t even sure she took a breath between the words. It was the first time she had admitted it to anyone aside from her parents. “And I don’t think I ever stopped liking him.”

“Babe,” Simone exclaimed, “why didn’t you say something earlier?”

“Because he’s a professional hockey hot shot and I’m me! Plus, I was going to MIT and he really doesn’t give me vibes of someone that could do long distance,” Addison said, letting a tear fall. “I thought focussing on my studies would get rid of this silly crush, but seeing him in Calgary has just made things worse.”

Addison was shocked with herself, she had never vocalised her feelings of inadequacy when compared to Matthew before. Everything that she had just said was something she had internalised for years and the only way she knew to respond to the word vomit that had come out of her mouth was to cry. Simone came over to her and just held her. She had seen Addison like this before and knew she just needed to know that someone was there for her.

The room was silent bar the commentator for the Stars v Kings game and the two were thankful that it wasn’t a Flames game. “How about, we order some Chinese food, eat ice cream and watch some terrible movies?” Simone asked, this was how Addison solved all of the boy issues that anyone encountered at college so hoped it would help. The two spent the evening watching crappy rom coms wishing they were the main character in all of them and this was able to take Matthew off of her mind at least for a day.

Work seemed to drag along for the rest of the week and Addison let it. She was spending the majority of her time in her office, which she shared with the other graduates, and kept her head down working on a new project she had been assigned. She was designing a new ball bearing and it was the most tedious thing she had ever done. College could not have prepared her to spend 40 hours a week in front of a computer designing such an essential part of a manufactured product in such detail. All Addison wanted was to finish the design and go out to the bars because it was a Friday night and she needed a beer. Eventually, Simone and Addison were able to head home and get ready for a little night out in Edmonton.

It took a few hours for them to get showered, changed and eat something because they knew that drinking on an empty stomach was a bad idea. Addison chose to pair a deep green bodysuit with black jeans and heeled boots whilst Simone chose a flowery jumpsuit with small heels. They both knew they looked good and that gave them the confidence to head out with a smile. The Uber they had called arrived and they quickly threw back a vodka shot each. The night was cold but the bars calling their names were warm as hell.

The number of bars showing Calgary games was low, but apparently not zero because the first one they arrived at showed the Flames thrashing the Bruins and as soon as Addison looked up at the screen, she saw the baby blue eyed, curly haired boy she had been trying to ignore the life of for years.

“He’s everywhere,” Addison complained, “even in a city that supposedly hates him. I can’t seem to get away from him.” Simone shot her a look of sympathy, knowing that everything Addison had done was protect herself from getting hurt by a boy who meant so much to her. “I just want drinks.” And drinks Addison did get.

5 shots and two beers in two hours at the first bar took her to a state she rarely reached, very drunk. Seeing Matthew on tv had done it for her, he was living his life to the best so she was going to do the exact same, even if she was working 9-5, 5 days a week. Simone knew better than to let Addison go anywhere alone and made sure that she had drunk water and got home safely. However, Simone didn’t expect to wake up only an hour after falling asleep to hear Addison talking to someone on the phone.

“BRAAADDDYYYYYYYY!!!!” Addison shouted down the phone with a giggle.

“Heya Addie,” Brady replied, trying to control himself and not laugh too much but it was too hard. Here, well in Edmonton, in front of him was the exact opposite of the girl he had grown up with. Normally Addison was well kept and smartly dressed, today he saw her in a massive Blues t-shirt and hair forming a birds nest. “Has someone been drinking?” he asked playfully.

“Yeaaaaaaaaaa, I saw Matty on tv and decided I didn’t want him being the only one having fun tonight,” she said, trying not to hiccup. The alcohol she had consumed had kicked in suddenly and she had no idea what to do. As Brady was the most recent person she had texted, somehow she had called him.

“You saw a flames game in Edmonton? They must really hate their own team eh?” He laughed.

“I did! I think it’s because they’re coming for a game here next week, ooohhhh, maybe I’ll see Matty, I miss Matty, I was silly,” Addison explained, even if the drinks had gone to her head, she was trying to form coherent sentences.

“Hey, Addie, I know Matt misses you too. But, the best thing you can do is head to bed and get some sleep. It’s gotta be like 5am in Alberta, so go to bed, yeah?” Brady was really trying to help the girl, no matter what happened between Addison and Matthew, Brady didn’t want to lose the potential of a friendship with her again.

“Okaay Brady,” Addison yawned, “I’ve made it to bed, it’s sooooo soft, like Matty’s hair.” Addison couldn’t help but smile as she thought back to the time they had kissed, it was one of the happiest moments of her life along with graduating college.

“I’ll text you when you wake up,” Brady said, “now sleep Addie.” She had fallen asleep before he had even finished speaking and the sound of her softly breathing was the only thing that either Brady or Simone could hear.

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[xsugarysweetsx]

Hinawa x reader smut prompt 1 (First Time/Virgin) with dialogue 43, 48, 51. have a good day/afternoon/night

Haven’t had Hinawa in a while. Please enjoy anon! Also I had a bit of a breakdown last night which took me away from editing. But I hope this makes up for it!❤️

Smut prompt list

Warnings;

1.) first time/ Virgin

43.) "I’d hold onto something if I were you."

48.) "I like it when you say my name like that."

51.) "I’ll be gentle, promise."

“We can stop if you don’t want to.” He Warner once again. For the past hour you’ve been trying to have your first time with you beloved boyfriend Hinawa. Seeing as it was your first he was being extra careful.

He knows it’s painful on the woman’s end, who was he not to worry? You were delicate little flower who he had to protect

“Hija! For the last time, I want this! With you...I want to make love with you” you pouted as you kid there in the bed still waiting

“I’m sorry Y/N I’m just afraid I’ll go too far... that I’ll be too rough with you” you sat up and crawled to him. You take your shirt off, and you pants and stay in your underwear.

A blush painted his cheeks as he looked at you.

“You see? You got this, if you were out do control you would have pounced on me by now” You straddle his lap and give him a soft smile. You both have been talking about this for a month, and you wanted this more than ever

“I’ll be gentle..I promise“ he whispered before he crashed his lips on to yours. The kiss was passionate, lust-full, and yet so gentle at the same time. He laid you you on your back and starts with kisses down your body until they reached your hips. He stood back up and starts to strip from his clothes.

“Wow, a strip tease? For me?“ you joked as you scanned his well built form. 

“Like what you see?“ he flexed a little as you bite your lip and nod. Good gods you were so lucky. He then kneels down in front of you and drags your panties down. he lifts and spreads your legs admiring the view, you were already so wet, just for him.

He can practically feel your anticipation as he gives a long lick up your slit. a shudder left your lips. 

This.

is.

HEAVEN.

His lips latch around your clit as his tongue darts at the small bundle, feeling it swell

“ooohhhh yes! Mmmmm“ not only was he quick with his tongue when he scolds people but he had special skills for other things. You felt his wipe his fingers along your slit, getting it wet enough to help it slide in and out of you.

He gently thrusts his finger in and out of you, stretching you before hand. Another finger slipped inside as he made a scissor motion, you reached for his free hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours he comes up from your core

“Sshh, I got you baby, just need to stretch you first” he continued to stretch you and then turn his finger to make a come her motion. A squeal slipped past your mouth and he knew he found it

“o-oh hina r-right there” you moaned. He came up to you face without stopping his fingers and kissed your jaw

“There baby? Is that your little g-spot?“ he question as he applied more pressure to the area making you gasp and arch your back “You’re clenching my finger pretty good, I wonder about my cock“ he whispered into your ear

You whimpered as you felt a knot form inside you, you panted as if felt like it broke. Warmth filled you as you shook and clenched his fingers. He pulls them out and examines them, covered in your juices.

“I think you’re ready“ he informed you as he stripped from his boxers, freeing his member. It was hard and at attention, ready for you. He took his fingers and spread you cum over the tip. You strip out of your bra, left bare for him as he settles between your legs. 

“I’d hold on to something if I were you“ he warned as he aligned himself with you. Of course you settle for on of his hands, and he gives you a gentle squeeze back. You felt a he started to enter you, it hurt and burned a little as he stretched you out. Surprisingly the pain was actually bearable once he bottomed out.

“You okay there princess?“ he asked as he carefully lowered himself so he was beside your ear. you nodded as your arm came around his back and held him closer to you. He wiggled his hips and started to softly thrust at a normal pace.

“H-Hinawa“ your voice quivered as you accustomed to his member in you. You wrap your legs around his waist as he sped up and captured your lips with his.

His thrusts were slow but deep enough for you to feel him hitting the exact spot you want.

“Oh Hinawa~”

“I like when you say my name like that” he growled in your ear making sure to thrust upward more. He felt you pulse around his cock he knew you’d ere going to cum. He sat up in his knees and starts to take short fast thrusts. He watched as your breasts bounced each time his hips met yours.

With a final thrust deeply in you you both came undone. Panting, messy hair, rosy cheeks, he loved what he saw in front of him. You look sloppy though, which was normal. All he said after he caught his breath was

“I’m calling in for you tomorrow”

“Why”

“You need the walk to go to work right?”

Oh....

Well I hope this is good anon! Thank you for reading ❤️❤️

[starkeristheendgame]

Complicated Boyfriends and Cute Waiters

Just a little something for @starkerchemistry​ for all the love she threw at Complicated Boyfriends and Kidnapping. Also, pls reminds Chems of how amazing her work is bc the lil shit disagrees >:( Also for @starkerintheparker​ because I keep converting her to WinterSpider >;D WinterIronSpider.

Tony takes one look at his waiter and sighs heavily.

Not because there’s anything wrong; no. In fact, the plush lips and the shaped jaw and the mop of curls desperately styled into something resembling purposeful mess is actually quite pleasing. The large, honey eyes that widen in recognition don’t hurt either.

No. It’s because Tony knows Bucky is going to take one look at this twinky little slip in his smart shirt and his tie and he’s going to want.

And Tony so had been looking forwards to a quiet evening. A little wine, some $80 salmon and perhaps even getting dicked down into the next fortnight by his boyfriend. The standard casual night in.

“Mr. Iron Stark” the boy whelped, and immediately flushed scarlet at his mishap. Tony could only smile quietly into his book, endeared if a little mollified.

“I think ‘Tony’ would suffice” he responded demurely, sliding the bookmark into place and setting his book aside. The boy was now stood bolt upright, and had obviously steeled himself into giving the Best Service Ever, though he looked a little like he might crumble if Tony so much as looked at him for too long.

“Oh, god. Right. Yes. Mr - I mean, Tony. Of course. I’m sorry, I’ve only just started this job and I’m not used to...” The boy trailed off, clearly trying to think of a way to say ‘people like you’ without it coming across as a little insulting. Tony flashed him an easy, warm smile.

“Breathe, kid. I’m just like anyone else in person, I promise. How about you start me off with a nice, fruity red bottle and two double Presidential 25′s, if that’s okay? Take your time; Lord knows my boyfriend certainly is” he teased, head tipping as he disarmed the boy with another dazzling smile.

His waiter could only gape, before he shut his mouth with a painful sounding clack and spun on his heel, fleeing to the nether-regions of the employee zone. Tony gave an amused sound as he checked his phone. It wasn’t like Bucky to run late; that was Tony’s thing.

And then, like Beetlejuice and undoubtedly because Tony had been thinking of him, Bucky came sauntering into the restaurant like some sort of underwear model. His suit was a deep, silken black with a slightly lighter floral pattern in the fabric, the jacket hanging artfully off his shoulders as he swept the room for his lover.

His hair was styled neatly, and Tony still loved the more modernised cut that he’d opted for; longer on one side, layered and fluffy with bangs that fell over one eye constantly. His stubble was a neat shadow on his jaw, and his eyes focused on Tony with such intensity as he approached that Tony lifted a brow.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to out-do me” Tony greeted as he leaned back in his seat, enough that Bucky could duck down and suck his lower lip into his mouth for a brief but promising kiss.

“Actually, I’m just trying to do you” Bucky shot back shamelessly as he slid into his seat, one leg immediately finding Tony’s under the table to press against. Tony gave an indignant sound, because it was both a truth and a lie, but let it go as movement caught the corner of his eye. Much as he wanted to watch the boy approach, he turned back to Bucky.

Storm-grey eyes slid away, following the path his own had left, and oh, yes. There it was. The subtle up-down of Bucky’s lashes as he sized up the boy, the curl of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. Bucky’s gaze drifted back to Tony in an undeniable stake of predator-prey. Tony could only tip his head in response, smirking slowly.

“H-here. I’m so sorry it took a while” the boy fretted, balancing a tray neatly on one hand as he set a tumbler of whiskey opposite each man, complete with artful glass freezer cubes and an empty, polished wine glass besides that, setting the bottle of red - freshly corked - in the centre of the table. He had to lean over a little to do so, and you would have had to be blind to miss the way that Bucky leaned back to sweep over his body.

“What did I say, darling? Treat me like any other rich shmuck in this place. And don’t mind him, he only bites if you ask nicely” Tony hummed, gesturing to his boyfriend, who eyed him both like he wanted to throttle him and kiss him senseless. In Tony’s experience they often came one with the other regardless.

“I - Sorry?” It came out as a question, but the boy was flushed from hairline to shirt collar and fumbled with his notepad, hands a little shaky as he produced a pen from his breast pocket. “Um, are you ready to order? Or would you like me to give you another minute?” He asked, and it was impossible to miss the way his gaze flit between them, eyes raking their bodies like they were two cuts of steak he was trying to decide between.

“Oh, I think Bucky knows what he wants, alright” Tony purred in obvious, gleeful amusement. Bucky smiled at him in a flash of canine, but didn’t miss a beat as he tipped his head back, eyeing the waiter with a charming smile.

“I’ll settle for the stripped, gold-crust steak served rare, and your name, since this moron was clearly too impolite to ask”. And ooohhhh, wasn’t that a low blow to gain favour? Tony pressed the toes of his Louboutin’s into Bucky’s own none too gently.

“Peter” the waiter blurted, eyes flitting between them as he scribbled down Bucky’s order in impressive short-hand, gaze drifting to Tony, who only smiled serenely at his boyfriend.

“You’re so predictable. Always going for the tender, high-class meat. Always liking it raw” Tony purred, and they both knew he wasn’t talking about the steak. Bucky only gave an elegant shrug in response; at a loss to deny it. Peter was looking between them again, vaguely like he might know they were talking about sex, but unable to address it.

“What can I say? I like something solid to sink my teeth into. I like a little juice to lick at and taste. And you of all people know I prefer it raw” Bucky replied steadily, gaze not leaving Tony’s.

“I’ll have the salmon, please, Peter.” Tony hummed, gaze leaving Bucky to look sweetly up at the boy, who nodded and turned, striding away like he was desperate to run away. Tony let his gaze drop back to Bucky. “Less wolf, more fox. He’s a skittish young thing. Haven’t I taught you anything about hunting?” He sighed in mock admonishment and Bucky reached across the table to cup his jaw, smirking.

“Doll, I was fucking people in back-alleys long before you were born. You taught me nothing, old man”. And, well. Rude. “You’re right, though. We might spook him off at this rate. Last time I saw someone that red it was Clint, and he was choking on a mint”. Bucky leaned back, picking up his whiskey and taking an indulgent sip.

They made comfortable small-talk over the time it took for their meals to arrive, Tony lamenting the boredom he’d faced at the quarterly performance review and Bucky noting the progress he and Steve were making with their veteran programs. Tony was proud of his man, really. He’d come so far since Steve had shown up at the Tower with him, both sopping wet and bloodied.

Peter came back no longer than ten minutes later, a plate upon each hand. He delivered Tony’s first, bending down to slide the plate onto the table, and Tony couldn’t resist leaning over, flashing a sweet smile at the boy up close, where he could see flacks of green in his eyes. “Thank you, darling” he murmured, and Peter’s cheeks went red yet again, like Tony simply speaking to him was an activation button for a blush.

Bucky, the brat, had to go one extra. Instead of giving Peter room when the boy bent down he crowded in close, practically licking the shell of the boy’s ear as he whispered a sultry "Thanks, Doll”. Peter’s gaze jerked to Tony, alarmed, but Tony only half-rolled his eyes and picked up a delicate mouthful of smoked salmon.

“You’re a pest” he noted, once Peter had stammered his way into retreating once more. “I had a quiet evening planned” he added, as though it mattered. It didn’t. This practically was his quiet evening, he just now had two desserts instead of one. By the way Bucky eyed him, he knew that, too.

“Shut up and eat your fish” Bucky drawled, popping a cut of dripping steak with tiny flecks of gold powder into his mouth. Obnoxious prat.

But Tony did as told, polishing off the salmon and whiskey both, and filling their wine glasses with a generous serving. It was sweet and rich, just his taste, and he wondered if another waiter hadn’t advised Peter on which choice to bring. “So. The choice is yours” he announced after a pause, when Bucky had finished his own meal and was sniffing daintily at the wine.

“You wanna play sheepdog, or am I?” Bucky asks in answer, lips curving into a wicked smirk that has Tony grinning in response, leg twisting around Bucky’s in a hidden touch. Tony shifted his wine glass in response, allowing a few measly drops to fall onto the edge of his jacket. Good thing he wore grey and hated this suit anyway, because that red wasn’t gonna come out.

Bucky only rolled his eyes, because they’d played this game before, and pushed to his feet. “Woof woof, bitch” Bucky murmured, low into Tony’s ear as he passed, and Tony resisted the urge to drag him back by his hair, to put him on his knees right then. Largely because of he had one more PR disaster this month Pepper got his custom Audi, and he only had four days to go.

It took another short collection of minutes for Peter to come practically skipping over; during which Tony had splashed a few more drops for good measure. “Oh, Peter. D’you think you could help a clumsy old man out? Buck’s gone on a phonecall and I tipped my wine” Tony pouted, putting on his best helpless, sweet aura. Peter’s eyes zeroed in on the red splashed at his hips, tongue peeking out like the solution was to lick it clean.

“Of course! I can - I’ll see if there’s any stuff behind the bar? I can be right back” Peter breathed, but Tony shook his head, pushing to stand. Peter’s eyes are wide now, like a startled deer. They’re stood close enough for Tony to note he has almost a full head on the boy. For a man who’s boyfriend towered over him, it made him rather smug.

“Oh, no need for all of that. Just come to the men’s with me to help me dab the wet patches, hm? At least I won’t reek like a wine cellar on the way home”. He added a charming smile for good measure, turning on his heel. He didn’t need to look to know Peter would follow obediently. Refusing Tony Stark wasn’t good for business, after-all.

Bucky is perfectly concealed when he swings the door open, shrugging out of his jacket and listening to the clack of another polished shoe on the tiles as Peter steps in after him, practically vibrating with nervous energy. Tony carelessly draped his jacket over the edge of the sink and begun to run the tap, because what was a story without details?

Peter hovered closer, clearly unsure of why it would take two men to wash a jacket. “I - What do you need me to do, Mr. Stark?” The boy asks not a moment later, and Tony can’t bite back a grin. Peter has wandered around to his right, which means when Bucky makes his dramatic entrance, it’s gonna be behind the kid.

“Oh, nothing you don’t want to, darling. But if you do want to, then just stand there and let me make you feel good, hm?” He asked, head tilting as he turned off the tap and took a step closer. The hitch of Peter’s breath is audible.

He doesn’t step away, though. Interesting.

“Y-You’re here with your boyfriend” Peter whimpered, even as Tony’s hands came up to his shoulders and chest, petting gently. He trembled under the touch, but didn’t back away, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Over Peter’s shoulder Tony can see Bucky swing around the edge of a stall door, prowling quietly closer, but he doesn’t dare look up, doesn’t dare alert Peter of the predator at his heels.

“I wouldn’t worry about hurting my feelings, Doll” Bucky purred, low and raspy in Peter’s ear as he pressed up against Peter’s back, until the boy was a pretty little sandwich filler. Peter actually yelped, driving forwards into Tony’s chest, and Tony let his hands fall to slim hips, holding him steady.

“Now, Bucky” he chided, voice softening. “What do we do before we play?” He asked, arching a brow as Peter panted between them. Bucky cast him a pouty but gentle look.

“We ask for consent” he hummed, metal hand reaching up to gently brush aside a curl when Peter whipped around to face him, lips parted.

“Good boy” Tony murmured, gaze dropping back to Peter. They take a step away from him in unison, giving the poor thing some room to breathe. “So. That means you can tell us to stop, and we’ll walk out, pay our bill, and we won’t approach you this way again. Or...You can say yes, and we’ll be gentle, but we’ll make you feel good” he continued.

Peter shifted between them, looking cautious but also like he was two breaths away from sinking to his knees. His voice is small, rough when he finally speaks. “If...What will you do? To make me feel good?” He whispered, and Tony and Bucky wore matching, slow smirks.

“Well. I’m more of a practical person” Tony drawled, eyes roaming Peter’s face for confirmation. He found it in a weak nod, the boy’s pupils blowing as he advanced closer and reached out, him and Bucky closing Peter between them once again. Peter was small between them, lips bitten and eyes wild as Bucky reached down, sliding metal fingers along the curve of his ass and between his thighs, rubbing there like you’d finger a girl, his other hand winding around to press flat over Peter’s stomach.

A wrecked, torn sound slips from Peter’s throat, practically collapsing against Bucky as Tony’s hand dripped down, palming over the half-hard bulge there none too teasingly, the other hand cupping his jaw and tipping his head.

“We’ve maybe got five minutes or less” Tony breathed, licking into the corner of Peter’s plush, pink mouth as Bucky pressed up against him, dropping to mouth at his neck. “I can think of a few things to do”.

[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 16 - The pain continues & What the fuck is up with Wen Zhuliu

Hiiii! It is Friday and ya girl is super tired, so forgive me if I’m lower energy than usual. I’m going to go help my mum in the garden in an hour so let’s see if I can get an episode down beforehand. I’m wearing mascara again, so I refuse to cry, but just in case lemme locate my big boi so I can have my hug buddy ready.

The hand holding is not gonna escape my eyes this time!

Shijie is two minutes away from a panic attack and the only reason the boys are holding theirs at bay is, I suspect, because they’re focused in rowing.

Mme Yu is one hell of a fighter.

Ooohhhh noooo. Little shaking hands holding a bow, this is going to be the tiny disciple who JFM was teaching how to shoot earlier isn’t he? Nopenopenopenope

Of course it was.

Listen, I can’t tell if Mme Yu is glad to see JFM (because he’s backup) or sad (because if he wasn’t there he’d be safe).

Ok nvm, he just got stabbed.

When Shijie sees her jade amulet shatter I can’t help but be reminded of that scene in the Two Towers when the Evenstar breaks.

I really really want to get into WLZ’s head tbh. When he’s looking around the courtyard at the the kids’ corpses he looks almost sad, it’s almost as if he’s wondering “this is what I left everything behind for?”. It’s clear he thinks WC is a fucking idiot, you only have to count the amount of eye rolling he does in his presence, and I know he’s got a life debt with WRH, but I don’t think we never find out why do we? I just want interesting mysterious characters to have hidden depths ok?

(WZL redemption fic, someone get to it please)

Yeah, I am rambling to avoid talking about the corpses in the throne room. Let me live.

... do WC and JiaoJiao have food testers? Asking for a friend.

My boys should not have to see this.

Holy shit the cinematography is again super stunning.

Again with WZL’s hidden depths, why does he look like he’s going to start crying like Mme Yu? I understand stopping seventy people from attacking a Sect Leader you just stabbed, respect for your opponent and all that but holy shit.

And another thing. JFM and Mme Yu died in the courtyard, but we can see they moved their bodies to the throne room. Someone took care that they wouldn’t stop holding hands (and it is too early for rigor mortis to have set in btw, their corpses are still pliable) I’m sorry wtf?

WHO THE FUCK TOOK A LOOK AT JC GOING ABSOLUTELY INSANE WITH GRIEF, ATTACKING WWX AND WENT “AH YES, ABSOLUTE PROOF THAT HE’S ALWAYS HATED HIM AND WAS JUST WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT”.

Nooooooooo. What the fuck else was anyone expecting besides oceans of rage? No really, tell me how Jiang “I only emote in anger” Cheng should’ve reacted to the murder of his parents and to his big/baby brother telling him they are not going back for their bodies. I’m waiting.

Yeah... give me a second to go hug my cat. I am very close with my parents so JC crying for his... yeah.

I can pretty much see the five stages of grief in these three.

Holy shit look at how WWX takes his pain and grief, shoves it into his already full box of traumas, locks that in the back of his mind and goes into caretaker mode.

Okokok, but see how catatonic JC was when WWX told him he was going out for medicine, and not 10 minutes later he executed a plan that successfully kept the Wens off of his siblings’ backs. I’m not saying it was a great plan, but I really doubt he cared about living at the point tbh.

My sweet boy WN is the bravest and WWX better apologise for what he’s saying to him.

But I’m so proud of WN right now. Look how well he can act!

WN: *poisons/drugs his own clan to sneak a POW and two corpses out*

Every single one of us: you’re doing amazing sweetie!

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH WEN ZHULIU?! No really, he clearly noticed the wine was adulterated, he knows someone there is planing something against WC, and he put himself out of commission anyway.

And WWX is thiiiiiiis close to a mental breakdown.

That is all for this episode, thanks for reading!

[danurso]

The final battle.

Jaune: *in front of salem's door* so, we're finally here.

Ruby: you guys ready?

Yang: we trained a lot for today, we ain't backing up now.

Nora: yeah!

Weiss: let's go.

Blake: we have a world to save.

Ren: *nods*

Jaune: okay, here we go! *kicks door open*

Salem: ohh...ozpin's childs are here, we've been waiting for you.

Mercury: time to kick some butts.

Emerald: agreed.

Cinder: let's finish this once for all.

Tyrian: can we start the onslaught my queen?

Watts: time to put an end to these disturbances.

Hazel: let's finish this already.

Jaune: *standing in front of cinder with his friends on his side*

Cinder: *smirking with the rest of salem's minions on her side* are you ready for a painful death arc?

Jaune: i was about to ask you the same thing.

Salem: dispose of them.

Cinder: yes. Are you ready knight?

Jaune: more than ready.

Cinder: farewell. *takes a deep breath* yo mama so fat, i took a picture of her last christmas and it's still printing!

Emerald/Mercury: ooohhhh!

Jaune: *clenching his hand over his chest* ugh!

Ruby: j-jaune, are you okay!?

Jaune: yeah ruby, i'm fine. My turn now cindy *takes a deep breath* yo mama so fat, when she got to the scale it said "i need your weight, not your phone number"

Ruby: oouhhh!!

Nora: Get Rekt!

Cinder: *falls back on the floor* ugh! Emerald, mercury, GO!

Emerald: yo mama so dumb, when y'all were driving to disneyland she saw a sign that said "disneyland left" so she went home.

Mercury: oooohhhhhh!!

Ruby: *falls on her knees and coughs some blood*

Yang: ruby you-

Ruby: i'm fine, i can do this. *wipes the blood and stands up* yo mama so fat, when she got to the zoo, the hippos got jealous.

Emerald: ACK!! *flies back a few meters and falls unconscious.

Mercury: EM!!! *glaring back at them* you'll pay for that. Yo mama so ugly, when she went into a haunted house she came out with a job application.

Yang: UGH! *falls back* heh, not bad *gets up and wipes blood of her chin* my turn now. Yo mama's so ugly, when she goes into a strip club, they pay her to keep her clothes on.

Mercury: UGH!!! *flies back and falls besides emerald* god...dammit… *passes out*

Hazel: kids shouldn't get involved with adults job. *standing before ruby* yo mama so ugly, she had to get you drunk before breastfeeding you.

Ruby: UGH!!! *flies back hitting the wall*

Yang: RUBY!!! You bas-

Hazel: yo mama so dumb, she tried to make an appointment with Dr.pepper.

Yang: *flies back and falls besides ruby* he...he's way too strong. *coughs blood*

Ren: i'll take care of him *standing in front of hazel* yo mama's so poor that ducks throw bread at her.

Hazel: *stumbles back a bit but glares at him* yo mama so ugly she gives freddy krueger nightmares.

Ren: *slides back but manages to keep himself on foot*

Nora: Ren! You okay!?

Ren: im fine nora *glares back at hazel* Yo mama's so stupid her password needed 8 characters, so she typed "Snow White and the 7 dwarfs."

Hazel: GHHAAAAHHH!!!! *flies off the window*

Tyrian: guess it's my turn now. Yo mama so stupid, she tried to save a fish from drowning.

Ren: ugh! *falls back*

Nora: REN!! GRRRR...YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!!

Tyrian: come and make me little lady, ghahahaha!!!!

Nora: Yo mama so stupid she put two M&M's in her ear and said she was listening to Eminem!

Tyrian: UGH!! *hugs his stomach and spits blood on the floor* heh...don't think i'll go down that easily.

Blake: we know you won't, but she's not the only one here. Yo mama so fat when she registered for MySpace there was no space left.

Tyrian: AARRGH!!! *gets blown through the roof.

Watts: quite the creative minds you two, but you still have a long way to go if you want to reach our level. Yo mama is so stupid, she stopped her car at a stop sign and she's still waiting for it to turn green.

Nora: *flies back and lands besides ren*

Watts: Yo mama so stupid she thought Bruno Mars was a planet.

Blake: *falls back* UGH!!! Goddammit… *passes out*

Weiss: you'll pay for that. Yo mama is so fat when she took her dress to the dry cleaners they said, “Sorry, we don’t do curtains."

Watts: UGH!!! *holding his guts* insolent girl...Yo mama is so ugly when the devil saw her, he started praying.

Weiss: AAHHH!! *flies back and lands unconscious*

Jaune: weiss!! Bastard! Yo momma so fat she fell out of the family tree.

Watts: *coughs blood and falls on the ground* h-how!? *passes out*

Salem: i should have imagined that this was going to happen, but now there's only me and you young knight, are you sure you want to die so soon?

Ruby: *on the ground, holding jaune by his leg* please...no...she'll kill you.

Jaune: don't worry ruby, i'll defeat her, that's a promise. *walks to salem* Yo mama so fat thanos had to snap twice.

Salem: *stumbles* hmm, looks like ozpin trained you well young knight, but you'll need more than just that. Yo mama's so ugly, when her house was being robbed, the mugger took off his mask and made her wear it.

Jaune: *stumbles and falls in one knee*

Salem: what is it? Too much for you?

Jaune: that's nothing, i can still go on. Yo mama so fat the bears have to hide their food from her when she goes camping.

Salem: *gets cut on her cheek* hmm, i can't remember the last time someone made me bleed, i admire your courage young man, but this is the end to you. Yo Mama is so ugly, yo' daddy takes her to work with him so he doesn't have to kiss her goodbye.

Jaune: *arm breaks* GHAAARGH!!!

Ruby: jaune stop! She's going to kill you!

Jaune: *breathing raggedly* i'm still...not finished...Yo momma's so fat, the Hogwarts Sorting Hat put her in all 4 houses!

Salem: *slides back with a cut on her stomach* how did you…grrr, don't expect me to be so merciful anymore young man. Yo mama jokes are old and overused just like yo mama!

Jaune: *flies back*

RWBY/NR: JAUNE!!!

Salem: its over, give up already.

Jaune: no...i promised...i promised that...i would defeat you. *stumbles trying to get up.* and i will defeat you *starts glowing with aura* even if it kills me...i will finish you with all i got!!

Salem: you-

Jaune: Yo mama's armpit is so hairy it looks like she has Bigfoot in a headlock!

Salem: *arm gets cut* wha-

Jaune: Yo mama's so fat, she only knows 3 letters of the alphabet: KFC!

Salem: *gets a cut across her chest* stop!

Jaune: Yo mama is so fat, black holes get sucked into her!

Salem: *skin starts cracking* NOO!! STOP!!

Jaune: Yo mama so fat the only reason she took algebra in high school was because she heard there was gonna be some pi!

Salem: *skin cracks more* NO!! NO!! I CAN'T BE DEFEATED!!!

Jaune: AND FOR LAST!! YO MAMA'S SO UGLY, SHE MADE MY HAPPY MEAL CRY!!

Salem: NOOOOOO!!!!! *explodes in a million pieces*

---

Jaune: and this students, is how we saved the world.

Student 1: it sounds a bit crazy.

Student 2: it's totally ridiculous. You can't kill anyone with yo mama jokes.

Jaune: Yo momma's so fat she puts a cup of water in the bathtub and it still overflows.

Student 2: *blows up*

Jaune: any other questions?

Students: *terrified* n-no professor arc.

Jaune: good.

[legolaslovely]

Trolls

A/N: Some more Fili! Hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to tell me what you think! As always, thanks for reading!

Pairing: Fili x Human!Reader

Word Count: 2,077

Warnings: Reader injury, some violence, mostly fluff

Summary: When the company gets captured by trolls, (Y/N) is the only one who can save them. But even the trolls know she’s hiding something.

You trudged back to the camp, grumbling to yourself about having to go look for firewood by yourself this late in the night. “Stupid Thorin with his stupid demands. He’s not even the stupid king yet. And without me, he won’t be.” You smiled to yourself at that and made a mental note to bring that up to him next time he gave you some worthless command.

You froze when you heard unfamiliar voices booming through the trees. “That one’s mine! Give it back!”

“I’m the biggest, I should get the one with the most meat on it. You can have that scrawny one over there.”

Trolls, you cursed. You dropped the logs and pulled your bow from your shoulders, crouching down and hiding in the low bushes. Through the leaves you could see your company tied together, grumpy pusses donning their faces. Idiots. Did they even try to escape?

The trolls continued to argue over which dwarfs they got to eat and you cowered in the foliage. You had never seen an enemy this big and there were three of them. You had to come up with a plan quick, or they would capture you too and all hope would be lost. You father had told you about trolls and how to kill them… if only you could remember.

You looked back to the dwarfs and made eye contact with Fili. He shook his head at you, warning you to steer clear of the big ugly beasts. You smirked in answer and he huffed, defeated. He knew you too well to think you’d give up on the company to save yourself. Then Thorin grabbed your eye. He winked at you and you crinkled your nose. What was that?

Then it dawned on you. You winked back and pulled an arrow from your quiver, waiting for the trolls to stand in the perfect place.

“I’m hungry!” The smallest troll bellowed. It moved to pick up Ori. “I’ll take this one-”

An arrow through its eye silenced it and sent it falling to the ground. Quicker than a blink, you loosed another arrow from your bow and took down the second troll. But you weren’t fast enough for the third.

The most fearsome of the three growled at you, sending the foliage around you shaking in the wind of its foul breath. “What’s here?” it asked. Strong fingers the size of ponies surrounded your body and pulled you up into the air. You wiggled, dropping your bow and hearing it crack on the ground far below. You managed to pull an arm free and punched the troll’s hard skin with all your might but it only laughed at you.

“I like the fiery ones. They taste the best.”

You stilled in its grasp as it chuckled at you. It pulled you higher, closer to its face and you spat on its wrinkled cheek. Its eyes grew dark. “Come to save your friends? Your mistake.” Its hold on you tightened, sucking the breath from your lungs. You grunted and wheezed as it squeezed you and smiled at your pain. You were sure your eyes would pop out of your face at any moment, and then it stopped.

Your head lolled on your shoulder and you met your company’s worried faces. Thorin and Fili desperately pulled at their restraints, but they were both unsuccessful. Through heavy eyelids, you gazed at Fili, willing him to calm down. A sort of comfort filled you in knowing he was there, though he couldn’t save you. You closed your eyes and felt wet tears hide in your lashes.

“I said, wake up!” the troll bellowed, flicking your face with its finger with a force you were sure would throw your head from the rest of your body. You cried out in pain, but looked the enemy in the eye. “I asked you a question,” it said. “Who should I cook first? The bald, brawny one? What about your leader? Or the idiot with the mustache braids?”

Your head fell from shoulder to shoulder. “No,” you muttered.

“Oh? Ooohhhh, the girl’s in love. You in love with him?” It said, dropping its fist until you were floating right in front of Fili. “How sweet.”

You mumbled something and grunted when the ground flashed below you again as the troll brought you up to his ear. “What’d you say, girl?”

“I said, ‘dwarf is not on the menu.’” With your remaining strength, you pulled your dagger from the holster on the back of your shoulder and threw it into the troll’s eye. Its screams made your ears ring as it stuttered backwards. You fell from its grip and landed hard on the ground with a grunt.

It took a moment for the world around you to steady. You pulled your dagger from the dead thing’s eye and made your way the best you could over to the huddle of dwarfs. You couldn’t hear their grumbles of gratitude or praise, only ringing and pounding in your head. You cut the ties around Thorin and handed him your dagger, unable to help anyone else.

Your arm wrapped tight around your middle and you were sure you had injured a rib or two. You hissed at your pain and wobbled as if you were trying to walk on water. The ground tried to flip you onto your back but luckily, you were caught by strong arms before you could hit the ground again.

“Easy, (Y/N). You’ll be alright.” You recognized Fili’s voice and whispered his name as he laid your head over his thigh.

You forced your eyes open and a blurry version of Oin came into view. “Here, lass. Milk of the poppy. Drink.”

You followed his orders and dark waves of nothingness dragged you far away.

***

You awoke with a whimper. Sharp pain dug into your chest and you wished you could return to your deep sleep where your agony couldn’t reach you. Then your bedroll moved below you and you realized you weren’t sleeping on a bedroll at all. You had been sleeping on Fili’s chest and now he was as awake as you were. How on Middle Earth did you end up between his legs with your back glued to his chest?  You tried to sit up and gasped at the foul pain in your ribs and the thrashing in your head.

“(Y/N), stop moving. You’ll only hurt yourself.” Fili’s voice was low with the early morning hour.

“How did I even… the last thing I remember was cutting Thorin loose.”

“You injured a couple ribs and bruised up your face pretty badly. Nothing too serious, according to Oin. Milk of the poppy helped you sleep but gave you terrible nightmares. This was the only thing that would calm you down.” He lifted you to stand as carefully as he could and you wavered in his arms a bit before he let you go.

“I’m sorry if I bothered you during the night,” you said, rubbing your forehead.

He reached for your hand. “Don’t touch it, you’ll make the pain worse. And you were no bother at all. I quite enjoyed your company,” he smiled lightly.

You hummed and turned from him. It’s the pain. It’s making you batty, you thought. You started away from him. You weren’t quite sure where to go or even how far you’d be able to go but you had to get away from him.

“(Y/N), wait. Can we- I mean, we should probably talk about-”

“Not now, Fili. I-my head is pounding and I can hardly breathe. Later, okay?”

You heard him hum before you joined the rest of the company around the morning fire. You were given breakfast and a hero’s welcome after Thorin helped you to sit on the log. “Smart girl,” he said. “We owe you our lives.”

You grinned at the high praise. “Keep my ribs from piercing my lungs and I’ll call it even.” You managed a small chuckle at the laughter that surrounded you.

You tried to ignore Fili staring at you over the fire as you ate and listened to the company’s stories about their run ins with trolls. After a few hours, before the sun rose too high in the sky, all the dwarfs left you to gather up the camp. All but one.

Fili plopped down next to you and you sighed. “This isn’t fair. You know I can’t get up by myself.”

He chuckled and your stomach flipped at the sweet sound. “You will be the death of me,” he said. “Do you know how worried I was about you?”

“Well, I couldn’t just let you all die. Getting cooked and eaten by a troll is a very bad way to go, don’t you think?”

He hummed, pulling at the sleeves of his tunic. “What it said, about me- about you… was it true?”

You waved him away. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. It matters to me,” he breathed. “Do you?”

“Listen, I thought we were all going to die-”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Fili-”

“Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.”

You stared back at him until you couldn’t bear his gaze any longer. You watched the flames rising from the logs before you. “But I’ll get over it. We’ll get you that mountain and then I’ll go somewhere else. Back to Gondor, I don’t know. The point is, you won’t even have to think of me again.” Before the silence droned on too long, you spoke again. “Now, will you help me up? I’d like to leave.”

You finally looked back to him and saw he was frozen where he sat. “Fine,” you mumbled, struggling you get yourself up off the log. You leaned over and pushed, almost falling into the fire with a cry of pain.

Then his arms were around you, sitting you back on the log as he knelt before you. “You’re a human.”

You sighed, pushing his warm hands away from you. “Yes. I’m fully aware that I’m human and you’re a dwarf prince. You don’t have to tell me how silly and juvenile it all is. Like I said, I’ll get over it.”

His hands returned to you. “I don’t want you to get over it.”

You breathed out a laugh that dripped with ugly sarcasm and disbelief. “That’s really nice, Fili. I’ll follow you around and be at your beck and call forever, is that how you’d handle me?”

“(Y/N).” He shook his head and rifled through his pocket. “I don’t want you to move on. I want to court you, I want you to be mine.” He showed you a round, silver clasp that lie in his palm. “This is a courting bead.”

You realized he was waiting for some kind of reply from you. “I know what it is,” you whispered.

“I’ve carried it around with me since the night I first saw you. I thought I was being utterly delusional thinking such a strong, clever, stunning human woman could ever love me.”

You shook your head. “Not delusional.”

He grinned and rolled a knuckle down your soft cheek. “Then will you honor me with your permission to braid your hair and begin our courtship?”

You smiled so hard, the bruised skin on your forehead ached. Fili rose from his knees to sit next to you and ever so gently gathered the smooth tresses around your temple. He took his time twisting the locks together into an intricate and beautiful courting braid saved for the high born of Erebor. Once he fit the bead on the end, he finished the small ceremony with a kiss to your head.

You turned to him and caressed his cheek. He kissed you gently and your head now swam with longing instead of pain. He drew away and held your hand tight and you grinned with pride knowing you were the one who had made him happier than you had ever seen him.

“Are you telling me that it took trolls almost killing us all for you two to finally get together?” Kili yelled to you.

The dwarfs hooted and called to you when they saw your courting bead shining in the sun. You hid your bashful smile in Fili’s neck and he slid his arm around your waist, chuckling. “I guess he’s right. Don’t tell him I said that, he’ll never let it go.”

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Love O2O” with Me!

Episode 9

HOLY SHIT

Sorry i just read the episode summary

before we get into that

i have my water, i have my ramen, the show is pulled up

as the man who cant get either nct unit (dream and 127) to listen to him when he says quiet down, mark lee would say, lezgeddit

ok we start this episode WAIT THE SUMMARY

I NEED TO TELL YOU THE SUMMARY

“WEIWEI REALIZES SHE IS IN LOVE WITH NAIHE.  guang asks erxi about weiwei’s mood.  NAIHE INVITES WEIWEI TO MEET HIM IN REAL LIFE.”

OK ARE WE ALL SCREAMING TOO??

GOOD.

fuck photo boy.

anyways

we start this episode off with the moment september tells the xiaos what happened

mrs. xiao really looked like she was gonna disagree with her husband just then

not at september really do be falling for nai pulling his leg

not at september blaming kodak for thinking of the game

akldfjasldk his parent walked in on them talking about mrs. nai

HE’LL BE ALT ELAST 40 WHEN HE MARRIES

aslkfjdaslk his dad is sending me

also a;lfkasjdf WE WONT GET A DAUGHTER IN LAW SOON FUKLCFAKL;JDFAIWENFAW

also im dying at the fact that people keep talking about fish head soup

september really did just oh

oh he’s paying for the bill for the hospital

if i do cry it is going to be sucking

september is gonna say that he’s indebted to nai for the rest of his life

BITCH WE ARE CREYING

FUCK

SHUT UP IM ALREAYD CRYIGN ENOUGH

SEPTEMBER TOOK ONE LOOK AT NAI AND SAID GUESS IM RIDE OR DIE FOR HIM

GOD PLEASE IM ALREADY IN TEARS

OF OURSE YOURELIVE IS AS VALUALBE AS HIS MO

oh its beena few days ok

its good that hes able to get this out tho

if hes been holding this in for that long

i like that we’re getting more character development for the #Squad tho

i hope the other two get a chance to have an episode to expand on their characters

i appreciate kodak and mirror fish cheering him up and like comforting him

once again i love the friendships in this show

erxi is gaming while wei2 is just listlessly studyign?

bumptious?

ok

alskdfjas weiwei is gaming and being mean

she lost?

oh wowowowow

she really do have been going thru it bc of naihe

oh wowowow wei2 is bringing up the idea of meeting him

to erxi

but still

erxi is like understanding but not understanding

but why do i feel so panicky this time?

*you in love bitch*

check the game

see if any of the #Squad has said anything to you

ok the way shes overthinking?  mood

shes afraid to log on

and is crying watching the video that they made

inchresting how things occurr

“Oh no...im being sentimental”

“I SEEM TO BE IN LOVE”

ma’am

oh damn nini just told him what’s up

ooohhhh she lay on the guilt hard

oh bitch what the fuck how do you know

DID HE HACK HER COMPUTER???

BITCH THE FUCK

ok lowkey

highkey

lowkey creepy

bud the eye strain

she really do just be watching naihe mcmurder her character huh

alrighty then

yeah you should be in pain sir

you cant just expect to be fine after being in a coma for a few days

aish aint no one in this have any gd sense

good rest sir

maybe put on some socks

her light is so bright how are any of her roommates able to sleep w/o an eyemask

i do not understand

walking thru dead leaves in sandals

baby girl that is NOT the move

UGH THIS GUY AGAIN

god i love that she juast walks away

fanstastic

ooh film class again

THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY IM SO WEAK

does he really think that a yakult is going to make up for it

god i love her

ma’am just walk like a normal person

man this professOR SIR JUST SAID TO STOP FLIRTING I HATE IT HERE

but poor erxi i feel bad for her

i love her

why did you suddenly find a conscious

incredible

i love that shes sus af

she has every right

I LOVE HER

SHES INCREDIBLE

she thwacked him with her backpack

shes so iconic

your intentions werent good you wanted to use her

in her nightmares im marrying her

she really do be conniving incredible

oh no she didnt realize that he was doing that to see 2 BREAKFASTS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

throw your drink

throw your drink

dont help him hes a creep who cant take no for an answer

oh god

OH GOD EW ERXI HAVE SOME TASTE PLEASE

oh god erxi have some confidence T.T

YOU ARENT TALKING TO HER YOU CREEPY CREEP CREEP

i swear to god if they get married in game im going to shut my computer off

ok thank god they just went to a field with lightning bugs instead

ew

this is excessive

i hate it here

fireworks too?

seriously im sick of this shit

also without the editing this mustve been such a funny thing to film

stop that

stop walking no

oh dear

hes picturing him and weiwei

as if

gross

erxi seems to be having fun tho so

noakdfj;aewkj

why are you so romantic all fo the sudden im so weak

listen

im going to kill a man

disguestojg

he really did propose

ma’am its an in game marriage under false pretenses on his end

weiwei really do just be in the library watching the video over and over

yes do log in

oh my god

sack up girlie

wait no studying for your exams is better actually

i support this more

ooohhh who plays violin?

oh shit she just got a BIG call

MARRIAGE BY ABDUCTION FEATURE INTO THE GAME

SELLING THE RIGHTS TO THE VIDEO

OH MY GOD

now she has to log on

sidenote i highkey want erxi’s shirt

she’s herself again

literally sisi i am in love with you

your outfit is so pretty

ooohhhh naihe is back O.O

september sweeiteie

woke up after a day

damn shes pissed now

it stems fromm worry yes but still

OH MY GOD LIKE A NAGGING GIRLFRIEDN I LOVE HIER

uhhhh

well

you see

bitchhhhh

stop this is so

im gonna cry again

say youre not mad if youre not

bitch he really

YOU KNOW NO THE FUCK YOU DNT

HOOOOOO BOY

FUCKGIN

MEET IN PERSON

HOLY SHIT

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

OH AGLIJDFPOIAWEHRP98TGWQHEARSFOI;K

HE GAVE HER HIS CELL POHONE NOUAIJAIEOHA

I AM SCREECHING HOLY SHIT

oh thats fucking RIGHT

her phone was stolen

damnit

i really do be forgetting things

he’ll pick her up

bitch the romance of it all

uni east gate at noon

uni

east gate at 11:35 yaaaasss bith

she really did just yeet herself out of that situation increciley

iS SHE GOING

OMG SHE REALLY DO BE GOING SHOPPIGN WIH AL;DJFAWEOIFN

I LOWKEY LOVE THIS

OH DAMN

THAT DRESS IS CUTE

NAI IS GONNA FUCKING DIE

MY BOY IS GOING TO GO INTO INSTANT CARDIAC ARREST

ME TOO

OK OK OKOK

i cannot wait to watch the next episode hhhh

but it’s almost 5 am rn so thats a #nogo

anyways

i’ll see you guys soon!

thank you for reading!!!

stay safe and stay healthy <333

[isakvaltersmut]

When Chris gets a call from Isak at one in the morning asking him to please come get him in this hollow voice, he knows it's bad. Issy is barely responsive until Chris has him at his place, and then Isak starts crying frantically & hugging himself, Chris holding him tightly so so worried. Isak tells him that he lost his virginity that night, had been pretty upset and went home with a random older guy who was too rough & he was hurting and & Chris is worried he's hurt inside cause he's in pain.

ooohhhh yeees ugh.

TW: implied non/dub-con; implied injury

Chris had known Isak for a while, and they were pretty close, Isak was well aware of how protective Chris was of him. So, Isak was also aware that Chris would do anything for him, but Isak would never ask for anything. And when Chris wakes up in the middle of the night, his phone blaring as he squints at the screen and sees Isak’s name, he knows that Isak needs help. He sits up quickly, answering the phone with a tired voice, and all he hears is deep breathing, and for a moment he’s worried Isak called him on accident.

But then he hears Isak, and he knows something is wrong.

“Chris, can you come get me?”

He’s already getting out of the bed, gathering his clothes quickly.

“Isak, are you okay?”

Isak doesn’t say anything, but then he speaks again, “Can you please just hurry?”

Before he can even say anything Isak hangs up, only a moment later sending Chris his location, and Chris practically runs out of the flat into his car, driving as fast as he possibly can just to get to Isak cause he knows Isak wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t something serious.

And then he sees Isak, he’s standing by the road, wearing only a hoodie and hugging himself, constantly shuffling and moving, jumping slightly when Chris pulls up next to him. But Isak doesn’t get in the car, he just stands there and almost looks through it.

So Chris gets out, moving towards Isak and carefully observing his reactions.

“Issy?” No response. He moves closer, placing a hand on Isak’s bicep, and that’s when Isak looked up at him, his lips slightly parted, his eyes void of any emotion.

Chris swallowed at that, worry creeping up on him as he turned and opened the car door, slowly pushing Isak towards it until he sat down, wincing and letting out a whine as he did so. Chris frowned at that before quickly getting into the car, looking over at Isak who was just staring right ahead.

“Isak, are you okay?”

Isak nodded.

“Are you hurt?”

No response.

Just as he was about to ask if he should take him to the hospital, Isak spoke in a low voice, almost whispering.

“Can we please just go back to your place?”

Even though he didn’t want to, was scared, Chris nodded and drove away, driving way too fast but not caring, he needed to get Isak inside and make sure he was okay. He kept sneaking glances towards him but the boy payed him no mind, still looking out with that void expression on his face.

Soon enough Chris was unlocking the door to his flat, letting Isak go through first, the boy taking his shoes off before Chris did the same. Isak walked towards Chris’ room, already knowing that he would be sleeping there but Chris couldn’t help but frown as he observed his friend walking strangely, almost as if he was in pain.

They went inside Chris’ room, Isak sitting down on the bed, looking at the covers and spreading his palm on them, and suddenly Chris heard a sob, and then it simply kept going and going and Isak tilted to the side and lay down on the bed, curling up in a ball and hugging his middle.

“Fuck,” Chris cursed before rushing over to him, laying down and pulling him into his chest. And Isak gripped his T-shirt tightly, pulling him closer and sobbing.

“Isak, sunshine, I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened.”

Isak’s sobs get louder, he shakes his head before taking in a deep breath.

“It hurts so bad, it hurts Chris.”

Chris rubbed his hand over Isak’s back, desperately trying to comfort him.

“Where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

But Isak shook his head again, still crying.

And then Isak finally said it.

“I-I had sex with someone.”

Chris tensed at that, his jaw clenching as he tried to stop himself from breaking something, cause it couldn’t have happened to Isak...

“Is, d-did you... want it?” He clenched his eyes shut, but he felt Isak nod his head and he let out a breath of relief, but Isak was still crying, something was still wrong.

“I was just so tired, I just wanted to feel good for once,” Isak let out a sob as Chris tightened his hold on him. “S-so I went to this bar and this guy walked up to me and we started talking. He was a bit older than me.”

Isak cried louder, whining once he tried to shuffle closer to Chris and Chris already knew what happened before Isak even said it.

“I went back to his place and we did it, b-but I don’t think I was ready, he only used one finger and there wasn’t a lot of lube, he pretty much went in dry.”

Chris clenched a fist, pushing his other hand through Isak’s hair to calm him down as he continued to cry.

“I-I didn’t want to say anything cause I thought he was doing it right, but then he went too hard, it hurt. A-and I just left afterwards, he didn’t even care.”

Fuck.

Chris went to move Isak away so he could look at him, see if he needed actual help, but as soon as Isak moved slightly he winced before crying once more.

“Isak, I need to take you to the hospital.”

Isak shook his head, letting out a sob as he hugged Chris tightly.

“N-no, I don’t want to.”

Chris let out a sigh, he didn’t want to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do, but he couldn’t let him do this, his heart broke as he continued to listen to Isak’s cries while he stroked his back, desperately trying to calm him down.

“I’ll be there with you, I won’t leave you. You might be hurt, sunshine, you need to go to the doctor.”

Isak sobbed loudly, pushing his head into the crook of Chris’ neck, but he didn’t answer.

“I’ll be there, right there next to you, I promise.”

Isak didn’t move for a few moments, but then he leaned back, looking up at Chris as tears streamed down his face.

“You won’t leave?”

Chris smiles at that, placing his hand on Isak’s tear soaked cheek and brushing the drops away with his thumb.

He leaned forward, kissing his forehead before whispering, “never.”