#so much shit is going on in my head its hard to do normal tasks

[konshokoentaiko]

i always thought i was a very typical enemies to lovers girlie but i think i just realized my actual taste in ships is the dynamic where the two are supposedly equal rivals/enemies who represent diametrically opposed themes (for the Aesthetic), but in actuality it’s just one of them yanking the other around on a chain while the other whines and rages and protests and ultimately makes an absolute spectacle of themselves

so uhhh. how did THAT happen and when and why

[nothingnowherenow]

I really like my job, it pays well and the work environment is like not a hellscape. However everytime I remember I have to work (for the rest of my life!!!) I do consider driving into the side of a building

[manticore-fangs]

im high so this will probably not make sense but schlatt cnc/noncon/dubcon breeding

do you see the vision

no wait, cause i see it. omg. im gonna go with dubcon !! (cw: talk of having a womb, but it doesnt say reader has one. breeding obviously. 'momma' is mentioned.)

just.. listen to my thoughts. your dating schlatt and your staying at his place, yk.. doing the normal streaming and hanging out like a couple would, right?

thats until you do a stream, acting like a parent.. you bought a fake pregnancy belly and even a fake mechanical baby that cries. it was a subgoal you had to do, and you had to stream until 24 hours.

so yeah, basically you had to watch this baby 24/7 making sure it doesnt choke, get hurt or cry. even buying diapers, a bottle for the mechanical baby (the bottles and diaper came with the baby..)

schlatts in the background, watching you and questioning why the hell are you doing this and just throwing middle fingers up at the fake baby for taking your time. (even though at 4:37 am he heard the baby crying and you were so tired so he took care of the baby for you. chat went faster because of how careful he was, even shushing the baby and saying "its okay.. shh shh.")

finally once the stream ended, his hard on was so achy, just watching you with the fake belly and struggling to do mundane tasks does it for him.

you took off the belly and just laid face down on the bed, sighing and just before you could close your eyes.. you felt the bed dip behind you, right near your ass and- woah!

schlatt ripped off your pants - tearing them to shreds. you turned your head to look back at him. "what the fuck jay?! what the fuck are-" you shut up so fast when he starts to rub at your hole roughly.

"shut the fuck up." he snaps roughly at you, starting to prod his fingers near your throbbing hole. your face down and ass up, just watching him.. i mean- fuck. you try to writhe away but he just shushes you. "i wanna make you a real momma. seeing you with that fucking stupid baby and fake belly fucking did something to me toots.. fuck." he rolls his hand over his tip and tugs at it with a groan. "fuckfuck.." you look at him with wide eyes, just absolutely shocked at what hes doing.

now.. now we get to the good shit.

he just kicks off his boxers and pants, then turned you over onto your back. shoving your knees close up to your shoulders as much as possible, putting you in a full on mating press.

he just spits at your poor hole and shoves his thick cock into you, his hips stuttering. trying to push in deeper but - "fuck doll, your so fuckin' tight. loosen up will ya?"

"jay- fuck jay." you push at his thighs when he begins moving. his pace so rough but fuck does it feel good.. but fuck you want him to stop.. but- fuck. your mind is going blank.

all you can hear is the 'schlick' noise repeating over and over again. and your eyelids start closing but then blinking open. fuck, his dick feels too fucking good. hitting the right spot. "fuck gonna breed you toots. yeah - seeing you with a round belly does something to me.. holy shit."

he holds your thighs rougher, his nails digging in and making crescents. "fuck, gonna fill your womb.. gonna do it toots. just gotta make sure your womb takes my seed.. my cum." you moan, gripping and scratching at his thighs, the tip of your fingers turning into a similar shade of white.

“yeah, gonna carry my babies, yeah? make sure you all plugged up nice with my cum, your stomach will basically be bulging with how many loads im dumping into you.”

and fuck do his promises do something to you. working you up your so close to an orgasm but you dont want this. mewling out a: "jay- pl- please wait ohmygod" as he finally blows his load inside you, watching as your womb bulges out a bit from the thick load he busted into you.

he stays there for a few minutes, letting the cum settle in. making sure it takes before he pulls out. it takes a second for the come to pour out but it does eventually come out. you look at him, gulping.

"fuck- get the fuck out jay, now!" you practically screech at him, getting up and shoving him out your room, then slamming the door closed.

your so fucked.

[sentientgolfball]

you and i share a dangerous obsession with phantom its dangerous!!! anyways may i request a hurt/comfort type of scenario. everywhere i look its just phantom angst and being excluded from the ghoul pack so why not contribute to this trend!!!!!

reader is out in the woods taking a stroll when they're suddenly charged at by a dog but hearing their scream, phantom comes in and chases the dog away. reader and phantom havent had much interaction with one another given how badly the ghoul pack shoves him away and when reader realizes this, they take him back to their room where they ease phantom with affection and phantom basically MELTS

hes being given more attention by a human than his pack :[

sorry for the lengthy request!!!

Never apologize for a lengthy request ! I hope you like this one I kinda made it a mutual hurt/comfort. Everyone gets to be sad and everyone gets a hug

My requests are open !

The crunching of the leaves underfoot comes to an abrupt halt. You stop and slowly scan the wilderness surrounding you. It’s green and lush, teeming with life and the sweet smells of blooming wildflowers. The whole forest is cast in a golden glow as the setting sun pours through the foliage. You close your eyes and throw your head back and let out a deep sigh that’s been stuck in you all day. You feel the prick of tears in the corners of your eyes but you will yourself not to let them gather. You were out here to feel better, not worse. 

You really don’t know what got to you, but for the past few days you’ve felt like absolute shit. You didn’t understand it, everything was going pretty good in your life you knew that. You got promoted to lead your job at the Ministry, you’ve made a cluster of new friends from the influx of Siblings, and you still maintained close ties with your friends who volunteered to go to different branches. But something struck you every so often. Normally you had enough around you to distract you, but one night one off handed comment that was meant to be more of a joke than anything made something within you bubble. You tried so hard to make it go away, to not focus on it, to rationalize with yourself but you just couldn’t. It put you in a slump for the whole weekend. You had to force yourself to chip away at the project you were tasked with. You had to force yourself to shower. You didn’t have enough left in you to do your laundry or clean your space by the end of the day. You needed to get lost in something that wasn’t your mind. That’s what led you out into the middle of the woods. You remember something about nature being good for mental health. 

You walked for a while, stopping every so often to take a picture of a mushroom or leaf that stood out to you. When the forest got darker you decided it was time to head back to the Ministry, you didn’t feel much better but you couldn’t stay outside forever. You started walking back the way you came letting your feet drag on. You really didn’t want to have to return to the real world, but you knew you had to. You continued a bit farther before stopping. 

Didn’t I already pass that stump?

You take out your phone to check your pictures only to realize it had died. How did you not realize it was so low before coming out into the middle of the woods? You cursed and looked around in an attempt to get your bearings, but it was only getting dark as the sun sank before the horizon. You felt sick as the realization that you were lost starts to sink into your mind. You looked in each direction briefly considering picking a path and following it, but it would do you no good. Everything looked the same in the fading light and it made you disoriented. You hang your head in defeat and try to convince yourself that sleeping outside for one night wouldn’t be so bad. 

Well…at least it can’t get any worse. 

You should’ve kept your thoughts to yourself. You hear a howl in the distance and you freeze, tensing. You forgot about the hellhounds. How could you forget about the hellhounds.

 To be fair, the hounds only appeared at night to act as guards for Ministry grounds and you typically were not out and about after dinner. The issue now, though, is you have no idea what to do. If the hounds catch you you’re definitely dead. If you stay put they’ll find you easily. If you run they’ll chase the scent and you’ll just get more lost. 

You don’t have a lot of time to think before you hear a twig snap. You whip around to find the source and see two red pinhole eyes creeping out from the brush. It’s growling low, drool dripping from its maw. It snaps its teeth and you feel your heart pound in your ears. You slowly start to back up from it before your back hits a tree. You stare wide eyed at the beast and send a quick prayer that whatever it does will be quick and painless. You see the way its hind legs shift and you know it’s rearing back to pounce. You screw your eyes shut and hope for the best when you hear its growl turn into a full bark. You wait for the burn of claws and teeth…and you wait. 

When the tearing of flesh doesn’t come you crack open your eyes to see a soft purple glow and a tail waving side to side. You watch the hellhound creep closer to the figure, sniff it, and then turn and dart into the bush it first came out of. The second it’s gone the glow disappears and the ghoul hunches over with his hands on his knees. 

“Lord’s below that was terrible. The puppies are so cute I don’t understand how they grow into that.” 

“Uhh…”

“Oh!” He turns around suddenly “Are you alright? It didn’t bite you did it? Oh what am I thinking if it did you wouldn’t be standing here.” 

You stare at the ghoul in front of you. The left half of his face is cracked with lichtenberg figure scars that dip below the neckline of his top. His eyes are mismatched, one the typical color for quintessence, the other looks almost hollow with the pupil glowing faintly. He has a shock of white in his hair that perfectly lines up with the end of one of the branches of his scars. But all that isn’t what catches your attention. No, what you notice is the very obvious streaks of dried tears on his cheeks. 

“Yeah…yeah I’m okay. Uh are you?” 

“Hm? Oh yea! The hellhounds won’t attack ghouls. We smell like the Infernal to them.” 

“That’s not” you pause and shake your head “You’re Phantom right? One of the new papal ghouls?” 

His posture goes rigid when you say this but he nods anyway. He asks for your name and you give it to him and you are suddenly very aware of the tension in the air. After a moment he clears his throat. 

“If you don’t mind me asking…why are in the woods? I thought humans couldn’t survive outside for long.”

You almost wanted to laugh at the statement. The way he said it was filled with such genuine curiosity it made your heart warm. But then you remembered why you were out there and your face fell again. His scars seemed to pulse dimly with light and the ghoul suddenly looked panicked. 

“No, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad by that I was just—“ 

You shake your head “No it’s not anything you did Phantom. I just…had a rough couple of days. Needed somewhere to go.” 

His eyes scan over you for a moment before he wraps himself in a hug, tail curling around his leg. 

“Yeah I…I don’t know much about humans, but I think I know exactly what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

You look up at him and your heart breaks when you see just how small he looks. You tentatively reach towards him and you’re taken aback by how quickly he jumps into you. You freeze for a second not really sure what to do with a ghoul wrapped around you. You know ghouls are pack creatures so this is normal behavior. You slowly bring your arms up and around him, patting his back softly. That seems to do the trick as you feel his tail wrap loosely around your leg. You shudder feeling a zap of quintessence ripple through you. He pulls back just enough to look at you. He looks like he got punched in the gut. 

“I can make that go away. It’ll be easy and you’ll be happy again.” 

“What?” You say astonished before mentally slapping yourself. Quintessence ghouls can sense emotion, and in rare cases read minds. 

“Just let me make someone happy please.” He sounds desperate, almost afraid. 

“Phantom you can’t…make me happy. Well okay technically yes you can, but that’s magic. It’s going to change what’s wrong.” 

He hesitates “What is wrong?” 

You stare at him for what feels like an eternity before sighing and untangling yourself from him. You slump down against a tree and close your eyes, resting your head against the trunk. A quick smile flashes onto your face when you feel him sit next to you, tail now twining around your arm. You open your eyes and turn to look at him. Something about the way he looks at you makes you feel safe, seen. You feel your throat burn and you cough before you begin to explain what’s been causing you so much grief. 

You were lonely. 

“I know it must be such a silly thing for me to complain about…especially to a ghoul.” You say finishing out your tangent. 

“No,” he whispers, shaking his head “No I get it..”

You look up from where you had been playing with his fingers and gasp seeing the tears welling in his eyes. 

“Phantom what’s—“ 

You were cut off by him pulling you into another hug, but this one was filled with something deep. 

“Why do they all hate me? I didn’t ask for this! I try so hard to be everything they need so maybe they’ll keep me around.”

“Phantom?” 

“But they don’t! They always pair off and I’m the odd one out every time! I know they’d rather have Aether. I’m not stupid, but why won’t they just give me a chance?” 

“Phantom.” 

“I know I’m just a waste of resources to them. I know none of them would bat an eye if I just disappeared.”

“Phantom!” 

He stops and stares at you wide eyed, tears running down his face. You gently reach out and hold his cheek in your hand. He melts into the touch as a sob wracks his body. 

“I want you here.”

“But…we just met. Why do you care? Why would you want me?” 

“I could ask you the same. You came to help me without even knowing my name.”

He sniffs “I wasn’t gonna just let you get ripped to little fleshy bits.” 

You cringe a little at his choice of words but continue “I don’t know the full extent of what’s going on but…it sounds like you could use someone to help fend off those bad thoughts.” 

“Like a friend?” 

“Yeah” you smile “Like a friend. We can be alone together. How about that?” 

“I think I need that.” 

You pull him into you and let him lay his head on your chest. You two sit like that for a long time, silently bathing in each other’s presence. You let a few more tears fall from your eyes. For the little ghoul that was so shunned by his pack he had to find comfort in a human who barely knew him. For yourself who had so many people around them but still felt this hole deep inside of your soul. For both of you who found each other. 

You run a hand through his hair when you hear the softest of purrs vibrate through him. It sounds a bit scratchy at first, but soon it turns into an even rumble. You gently shake him.

“Hey it’s getting cold…we should probably find our way back inside.” 

“Oh” his ears droop “Yeah you’re probably right.” 

“Do you wanna…would you maybe wanna stay with me for the night.” 

He instantly perks up “Really? I mean I would love to. I yes I would yes.” 

You both stand and he leads the way once you explain to him that you actually have no idea where you’re at. You take over, though, once into the Ministry. You both curl up under your mound of blankets and spend the rest of the night going back and forth about the things that plague your mind, about the stupid things that make you smile, about each other until you fall into a deep sleep feeling content with the weight next to you, but also the weight that disappeared from your shoulders.

Maybe being alone wasn't so bad if it led you to him.

[oceandirtcountry]

here’s a few thoughts I’ve had drifting around my head on @destiny-in-the-universe’s Project:Zero

Smack dab in the centre of every hero district is the Main hub (Zero Hub?), a place where everyone can go. It’s usually where evacuations happen, where troops are mobilised to handle threats the heroes are a tad bit lazy to go handle, and others, because god knows those residents need a respite from whatever our heroes are gonna pull.

Resident guides in the hub:

- Miko Kubota and Hector Nieves, AKA Miko and Five. Zero hub’s amazing (not really) tech support, they’re well-versed in all tech from many districts, and help their boss (Phil) to run the VR simulations system that allows troops to train, although its a bit…glitchy (eh? Eh?)

-Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher. Child prodigies who have built tons of useful stuff for the hub, although some of their ideas tend to be…comically overblown.

Zero agents, tasked with enforcing law and keeping peace, also ensuring that the heroes don’t go rogue, basically replace the Plumbers, Providence, Huntsmen, whatever super military that the show in question has. The most well-known is the high-ranking unit known as Kim Possible, who has pulled off some crazy missions in her time. She’s crowned as the resident “hero” of the Hub.

Resident hero of district 4, AKA Danville: Agent P, or as he’s more well known…PERRY THE PLATYPUS?! Perry is a literal platypus, but that takes away nothing from his heroics. He’s saved countless citizens in danger due to his ability to pull off disguise missions and infiltrations that other heroes would be too afraid (or too loud and screamy) to pull off. Probably the most little-known as he’s often parading around as a normal old platypus.

Resident hero of district 3, AKA the Providence science headquarters: Rex Salazar, or his other name, Generator Rex. Rex’s district is relatively tame and more of a science facility, but when shit goes down in that canyon, shit goes down. Rex is adaptable, quick on his feet, and has a far less privileged life than the other heroes…and tends to be a little spiteful towards them for it.

After a little team-up with the hero of district 10, the two become much closer together and begin helping to form the Zero squadron.

Resident hero of district 10 (he called dibs on that district) AKA Bellwood: Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, famously known as Ben 10. Ben takes great pride in protecting his own district, although he does end up with the most collateral damage at the end of the day. Bellwood is also a hotspot for alien invasions and the like, which may be partly because of their hero.

Resident hero(es) of district 9, AKA Vale: Ruby Rose, leader of team RWBY. Vale is far more technologically advanced than most of the other districts, and they do flaunt it to everyone. Every single person here boasts hyper-technologically advanced weaponry, save for that funny little blonde lady with kaboom gauntlets that make her punch hard. Being a relatively large district, it’s often plagued by dark, murderous creatures known as Grimm, seeming to be controlled by an underground source.

(For Randy and Danny, I figure I’ll let others take the lead on those, because while I’ve watched them, I’m not entirely super well-versed [ive watched little Danny Phantom, a ton Randy Cunningham] so it’s up to you guys. It’s just some ideas on how it works, but it’s pretty exciting!)

[ashplayz]

Agent One and Two (from helluva boss) x reader (my au) angsty!

Warnings:

Cussing, mentions of murder. (obviously I mean it's helluva boss) kinda spoilers. abuse

Agent One and Agent Two, operatives from the human realm, the face's of the lesser known demon hunting agency; D.H.O.R.K.S. had incredible dumb luck when they had captured Blitz and Moxxie and that ended in fucking disaster. And while most of I. M. P Believed that that their business dealing with the agents was done there was someone else that wasn't so sure. Y/n a worker at I. M. P had heard about what happened and found the fact that the human government was after them somewhat troubling. She hadn't been there when Loona and Millie went to save Blitz and Moxxie but she had heard that quite a lot of bat-shitery went down and she had a bunch that that meant they had something on them that they could use against them in the future and while nobody else in I. M. P seemed at all worried about that. Y/n decided to pay a visit to D.H.O.R.K.S. to tie up any loose ends.

Upon sneaking into the agency Y/n found herself receiving a nasty shock from behind and waking up tied to a chair she figured this is exactly the kind of thing Blitz and Moxxie had to deal with when they were captured. Y/n wasn't worried however she had told I. M. P where she was going and they'd come in guns blazing at the first sign of trouble. She had to admit that while there were certain instances where she had very little respect for anyone in I. M. P she thought it was pretty cool how much each of them care for each other heck they even care for her when she's in shit.

Eventually the agents came in, normally people in hell would find humans to be lowsome and gross in most instances Y/n couldn't help but smirk due to how attractive they both were compared to most humans. "Ah so you're finally awake" the blonde agent said, approaching her. "We're going to get some answers from you hell spawns one way or another" the male agent said, shining the interrogation light directly in her eyes to which she groaned, shutting her eyes "Jesus! It's kinda hard to tell you shit when I'm disoriented from having that shit directly in my eyes!" She snapped. The agents looked at each other then turned off the light. "You know you really didn't have to go this far to get answers you could have just asked." Y/n said, still smirking. Again the agents exchanged looks. "Who do you work for?" The male agent asked. "Think you already met him. He's the dick head in the tacky suit. He's a total jackass. Ring any bells?" She asked. "So he's the one in charge?" Male agent asked. "I mean. I guess he started our company and he's our boss but I wouldn't really say he's in charge of anything in his life he's a fucking mess." Y/n said with a chuckle.

"What exactly is your 'business'? Why are you demon scum killing humans all over?" The male agent asked. "Isn't it obvious? We're hit men. We get hired by rando dick heads that die and end up in hell, to take care of their unfinished business by killing anyone who screwed them over while they were alive." Y/n said. "How did you get from our world from the afterlife?" The blonde agent asked. Y/n rolled her eyes. "Because our boss is screwing some shity demon prince that has the task of basically being in charge of the stars, he has access to the human world in order to fulfill his duties via a book. And our boss fuckes him in order to be able to use his book so we can do our job." Y/n said. The agents looked grossed out and y/n found that hilarious. "Is this him?" The blonde agent said, showing her a picture of stolas. "Yep, but I wouldn't fuck around and find out if I were you two. It's one thing to mess with imps and sinners its another thing to fuck with demon royalty. I'm sure you remember what happened last time you tangoed with that horny bird fuck" Y/n said. The agents exchanged grim looks. They certainly did and they were both plagued by nightmares by the events of what happened on a nightly basis.

"What exactly are you?" The male agent asked. "I'm a sinner. Those two you captured earlier are known as imps. They were born in hell, I on the other hand died and ended up in that shit hole." Y/n said praying they wouldn't ask about her death because they did not need to know that she killed herself. Even the others at I. M. P don't know that. "Why do you have ears and a tail like that wolf girl?" The blonde agent asked. "Because some sinners get a corresponding animal based on how they died. (This next part is just because it's convenient to the plot. I know it's bullshit but she's the same animal of a type of red wolf that can kill itself. I know that's not a thing but it's helluva boss do you really expect it to be logical.) Just then the blonde agent touched her tail. "Hey! As attractive as you two may be for humans. I wouldn't go around touching you two without your permission. So hands to yourself" y/n said pulling her tail away. "Attractive?" The blonde agent asked. Don't pay any attention to that, she's probably just trying to mess with us like their boss." The male agent said.

"Oh trust me. I'm nothing like that red jackass. And I certainly wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Now look, I told you two what you wanted to know. The others know I'm here and they'll no doubt be here soon and I'm sure you remember what happened last time you messed with I. M. P so I'd suggest you two suits let me go before those pretty faces of yours get ruined." Y/n said with a flirtatious yet sincere tone. Leaving the agents slightly agitated yet flustered as hell. They begrudgingly untied her, her smirk returning. "Thank you. You know I'm always down to tell you what you need to know if we meet again, there's no need to tie me up in the future I wouldn't run from such pretty little things anyways" y/n said flirtatiously brushing her tail against them both. When I tell you that these two were beet red. 🤭 She was quite amused by how easily flustered the two were she could have continued to flirt with them all day just to see the expressions on their face's.

The male agent attempted to remain stoic, however he could tell how amused she was by his failure to do so. The blonde agent however, found it hard to resist her charm, her face going red whenever her soft tail brushed against her. She was captivated by her sharp e/c eyes and the way she effortlessly twirled a lock of her h/c hair around her finger. She hated herself for her lapse in judgment; she knew they were just filthy demons after all..

Just then a portal opened up and revealed that same wolf girl they had seen earlier. "Y/n did those shit head agents kidnap you too?" Loona asked, not bothering to look up from her phone as she stepped through the portal. Y/n and Loona had an interesting relationship. They had mutual respect for one another at least pretty sure the only reason Loona tolerated her is because she was also a wolf. "Eh no big deal happens all the time" y/n said half speaking the truth it wasn't the first time she was tied up like that but it was under very different and dark circumstances. Loona looked up at her. "Thought you said you were coming here to 'tie up loose ends' from when the dumbasses got themselves captured by those tuxedo wearing fucks. Wouldn't that mean you know killing them?" Loona asked. In turn Y/n let out a low warning growl that definitely confused loona. "Y/n cleared her throat "Change of plans." Y/n said standing between the agents and Loona. "Why the fuck are you protecting those two?" Loona asked. Y/n looked back at the agents who were just as surprised at the fact that she was defending them as Loona was. "Guess you could say they grew on me" y/n said looking back at Loona who was still confused but gave a shrug. The two of them made their way back through the portal. Before one of the agents called out "Your name's Y/n?" The blonde agent asked. Y/n smiled. " Yeah. I'll see you around agent one and two" she said before the portal closed.

(Time skip)

As fate would have it they did in fact run into her again they had been trying to capture a succubus that had been seen on the surface when she showed up. "You two really don't wanna get involved with a succubus. Trust me you'll wake up naked with your self esteem missing." Y/n said. Both agents were shocked to see her again. Truth be told neither of them had been able to get her out of their heads since the last time they met even dispie the animosity towards all things demonic that they claimed to have. but this time, she was hurt. As try as they may they couldn't bring themselves to ignore her pain even when she seemed to think it wasn't a big deal. They snuck her into the agency so no other agents saw her and they tended to her wounds and sheltered her from whatever had caused her harm. They asked what had caused it but she refused to say anything. They couldn't help but notice that she was.. Scared.. After a while she called someone from I. M. P to come take her back and bid the agents fair well. Without flirting with them in the slightest. It was then that the agents realized that they might have accidentally fallen for a demon. But fate has a cruel sense of humor..

Because weeks had gone by. Agent one and two had already had a talk about how they both fell for her and how they already had a lot of care for each other that could be romantic after all. They didn't know when they would see her again but they never imagined it would have happened the way it did. It was a quiet night with no notable activity.. That is until a portal opened up right in their office and who other to fall out of that portal than Y/n.. but she was hurt extremely so.. Worse than the last time. It looked like someone just beat her to death.. She fell to the ground coughing up blood. Someone could be heard yelling as the portal closed. The agents who had been drinking coffee both dropped their mugs and they shattered on the floor. They were both horrified. They both rushed over to her she was too disoriented and in too much pain to hear anything they were saying or to know what they were doing. She passed out a bloody mess on the floor. When she did finally wake up she was clean and bandaged up she heard talking outside the room she was in. She got up and made her way out of the room despite the pain. Only to see the agents sitting on a couch with grim expressions and looked like they were fighting back tears.. "What do you think happened to her..?" The blonde agent asked.. The male agent grimaced.. "I don't know.." He said.. "Do you think she's gonna be okay?" The blonde agent asked..

"It's not like I can die twice," y/n said gently, leaning against the door. They both stood up quickly relieved that she was okay. "I don't see why you two care so much" y/n said. The agents exchanged looks they couldn't bring themselves to tell her how they really felt.. As much as they asked what happened to her she still refused to say anything. Insisting that it wasn't something they needed to worry about. Y/n asked to borrow one of their phones so she could call someone to come get her. She called blitz but he said he was busy spying on Millie and Moxxie and that stolas had the book anyways and since he needed a date to get into Ozzies he asked stolas. He said he'd send stolas to get you first and made an off hand suggestion that maybe she could bring the agents to Ozzies. Considering they're obsessed with demons and the fact that everyone in I. M. P thought y/n and the agents were dating. Y/n begrudgingly said she'd ask them before hanging up. "Heyy how would you two like to see what hells like for a night? My boss is headed to a demon club and wants me to take you two. I mean you like demons right?" Agent two looked at agent one excitedly. They both agreed and Stolas soon showed up to pick up Y/n. Stolas was able to give them demon disguises and agent two was super excited. Y/n changed into something more appropriate for Ozzies and the agents were a blushing mess.

Once they all showed up at Ozzies Stolas and blitz went in together and y/n walked with an agent at both sides. Before they could go in one of the bouncers started hitting on Y/n. So agent one put his hand on her shoulder. They then went in and sat down and the agents were both so in awe about everything, Y/n however was noticeably on edge. It was understandable given what she had just gone through. Her uneasiness made the agents worried. Agent two tried to ease the tension "so is this like a date?" Agent two asked. "I thought you two hated demons." Y/n said with a slight teasing tone. "Are you two even in a relationship?" Y/n asked. "Well… we could-" agent one started saying before he was cut off by Moxxie performing his song for Millie and everything that happens after that. Btw they both thought Moxie's song was adorable.

(Time skip to after all the bull shit that went down with blitz and Stolas at Ozzies.)

Moxxie and Millie had seen that y/n was badly hurt and the agents learned that this happened a lot at first again y/n refused to say anything. But with even blitz coming at her on it she finally broke down and the agents and the others learned the painful truth. That she had killed herself to escape her abuser but that same man wound up in hell and made it his mission to torment her for all eternity. He was literally torturing her.. All of I. M. P got involved and went to go show him what it was like to be tortured. Leaving Y/n alone with the agents they stood by her side providing moral and physical support. It wasn't long until the agents spilled their guts about how they really feel about her and why she said she reciprocated their feelings. It was gonna take a bit for her to be comfortable in the relationship after everything she went through. It was ironic because the agent had sworn to hate all demons, and yet, they couldn't deny the affection they had grown for Y/n. They had seen her at her most vulnerable, and it had made them see her not as a demon, but as someone who had a heart that beat much like their own.

Their relationship was complicated and filled with danger from both sides as they still hunted other demons and well she worked for I. M. P so it wasn't a surprise that it was something that could get messy. And there was the whole she lives in hell and they were on the surface factor too. But despite everything both the agents had enough love in their hearts for her to always make it work and she had enough love for the both of them. In the heart of Hell's underworld, amidst the chaos and the strife, they had found something unique, something precious. They had found love. They had all found each other. And in the end, that was all that mattered. <3

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Hello, Co-Managers.

Welcome to Emma%, a blog made for my Lobotomy Corporation agents, and their way to document their path to face the fear and build the future. There will be story elements based on these agents and gameplay will be posted sometimes... but its mainly just LC OC posting (because... why not? not everything needs a reason! - X).

But first, why don't we look at our Leaders? Besides, "a majority of them would like to know more about you as a person..."

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This is Roselyn, the leader of the Control team. Roselyn is a former WARP Corp employee who decided to pursue something else that recently became a passion: slashing the shit out of monsters (and getting paid for it).

Roselyn is cold and unapproachable when you first meet her, but its mostly because she has a hard time unlearning the attitude she has while working in WARP Corp. You may occasionally see her chain smoking while working, or tell someone off for doing something incorrectly, whatever shes doing... you can tell that its caused by loneliness.

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Say hello to Vera, one of the most careless and air headed agents that has ever graced this earth... and somehow managed to snag the title "Leader of the Information Team." Vera isn't that smart (and probably shouldn't be in the Information Team for that reason), but her strongest suit is with firearms, hoping that she can one day be as powerful as her father.

Vera is a wild card, no one knows what she's thinking nor what her next move could be. It doesn't help that she is RECKLESS with the magic bullet EGO, shooting magic bullets everywhere with no one making it out unscathed, its gotten to the point that she is considered the leading cause of death for clerks (Vera says otherwise).

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Marinel is the leader of the Safety Team, and rightfully so. Although he suffers from emotional detachment, he tries to make it up with how he treats his co-workers and friends around him with no reason as to why. Because of his emotional detachment, he was gifted a Mini-Helper to emote for him by analyzing and predicting the way he talks.

Not much is known about him when it comes to personal affairs, as agents rarely see him do anything outside of work, and the times they do see him at work… he’s usually in a life or death situation. Marinel also suffers from amnesia, he isn’t sure what his true identity is… but whatever it is, he will still protect his team members from death.

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And what is Emma% without Emma herself? The catalyst for this Lob Corp run herself, Emma has seen all… done all… and remembers all. One day, she hopes to use this knowledge to find her true self…

But she is also self centered and egotistical, believing that only her herself can see past the stars of the city, even becoming unpopular with multiple agents and Sephirot in the lower layers. Emma is cold hearted and knows that everyone around her is disposable, she trains them knowing full well that they will die sooner or later… but she knows that she will be the last person the manager will throw away, she is too important to be thrown away, she is “too perfect.”

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Oh! This is Bella and Romi, The leaders of the Central Command Team! The reason why there's two of them is because managing a huge place by yourself is a draining and extremely difficult task.

Bella takes care of the upper part of the CC Team with an iron fist, she dislikes people not listening to her... but she's really selfless and would throw herself into dangerous situations if it meant that someone would appreciate her efforts as a team leader.

Normally this isn't an issue that our manager should care about... however, Bella's mental state is fragile, she craves praise and appreciation from others, even going as far to do things that shouldn't be humanly possible or should ever be done by a human, and she hides these desires out of fear that she would be judged.

Romi on the other hand, tends to the lower part of the CC Team with a gentle hand, he is very forgiving when it comes to people making mistakes, even offering them ways to help fix them. Romi dislikes doing suppression in the facility and would rather have people do the dirty work for him, it's not that he's lazy, its more of a mindset that he never broke out of.

Well… Romi never broke out of many habits ever since he got to L Corp, help from his coworkers were proven to be ineffective, and every attempt to find out why he acts this way has failed. There were also signs of him crying some… familiar weird green goo after wearing the black swan EGO, is that normal?

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Mini-Capo is the leader (and therapist) of the Welfare Team, he is efficient at keeping his coworkers from going insane (while not batting an eye to The Horrors™️ himself) and causing a ruckus in the facility. Mini-Capo is a musician who loves music, and offers to lend an ear to his fellow employees.

What he doesn't know is that his current audience is not the same as the audience from the past, Mini-Capo has kept his old mindset for as long as he can remember, even (subtly) forcing it on other agents. Mini-Capo also believes that keeping a positive mindset no matter what is important to get through every day in this hell hole, even telling others to turn to toxic positivity.

“Whats that? Why is he so small? Why is he named after an EGO weapon? Well... go ask someone, maybe they'll know something! (but maybe not now... everyone is very busy in the middle and bottom layers!)” - X

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Meet Minicry, the leader of the Disciplinary Team; and the former leader of the Mini-Agents. Minicry used to lead a small group of tiny agents for suppressions, slaughtering ordeals and abnormalities while also gaining a reputation amongst other employees. They believed that with everyone under their command, nothing bad will ever happen to them or to anyone else…

However, things took a turn for the worst when one of their team members had to be suppressed, killing half of the Mini-Agents. With most of their comrades dead and the other half no longer associating themselves with the team, Minicry suffered from survivors guilt, even believing that they’re a terrible leader and sacrificed their emotional health to become stronger.

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Mini-Paradise is the most disliked agent AND leader amongst everyone in the facility; or in Emma's terms: "Mini-Paradise is a bitch ass motherfucker-" "Mini-Para is sadistic, manipulative, and a little piece of s**t, he has done nothing but f**k up our agents! Physically and Mentally!"

It's unknown how Mini-Para managed to be the most manipulative person in the facility, but his words can easily sway people into doing what he wants them to do, and when it doesn't go his way... Mini-Para can become aggressive really quickly. There was even a time when Mini-Para had to be suppressed, with him managing to kill multiple veterans and his own teammates… terrifying every single agent that has ever gotten hired ever since.

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We actually don't have any information regarding the Extraction Team leader, since they are labeled as MIA and any record of them is missing. If you have any information on where they might be, please tell the manager... immediately.

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And for our final agent on this list is no other than Solace, the leader of the Architecture Team. Solace is nothing but a person who mourns everyone and everything who couldn’t keep up with time, she dreams of turning back the clock and changing the outcome of every decision everyone has made… not knowing that the same clock has left her behind in the past.

Solace hates being seen and prefers to be an observer, even utilizing the diffraction EGO to hide herself and eavesdrop on people. she hopes that one day she can save herself and everyone from the 99 day time loop, but for now… she looks at everyone with sadness, knowing that there is nothing she can do to change their fate.

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"This list is not complete and will be filled out or revised later." - Angela

"Thanks Ange! You're the best! :]" - X

(Blog is operated by @21st-sinner-of-misery !!)

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Prancing and Twirling into Madness

Skinny legs dangled from the hard chair, swinging in nervous anticipation as the child sat in the waiting room between his ‘parents.’ Both adults glared at the boy from the corners of their eyes, annoyed at having to take time out of their day to spend yet another afternoon in a doctor’s office. The place smelled of antiseptic cleaner, new plastic, and the odd scent of cherries, making the cowering Tommy think of the lollipops on wooden sticks the physician gave him at the end of a visit.

The windows gave a wide view of a dark grey, cloudy sky, ripe with rain and approaching lightning. A scattered swatch of icy drops spotted the glass in a swift burst of turbulent wind. A clock ticked away monotonously in the background.

“I can’t believe we’re back in here, Thomas,” his mother hissed under her breath, eyes on the front desk receptionist. “Why? Why can’t you act ‘normal’?”

His father’s eyebrows were knitted together like one large fuzzy caterpillar, his face a florid red with barely contained anger.

“Jesus Christ, how old are you again? That was the third kid you’ve bitten this year!” he whispered, the tone an icy calm, his hands gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles were white.

‘He’s going to beat the shit out of me when we get home,’ Tommy worried, trying not to shake, fighting the frightened tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.

Tears would only make things much worse. The man hadn’t yet succumbed to the joys of drink as he would in later years when Tommy reached his younger teens. During this early period, Mr. Oliver was quite strict and controlling, demanding the little boy be a model of perfection despite his chaotic background.

Impatient and given to fits of rage when he became irritated, he had no qualms taking a belt to his adopted son’s bare skin when he felt he needed ‘correction,’ as he called it. And, in his opinion, Tommy required much in the way of correcting. He often opined that opening his home to the unwanted child was a huge mistake.

Mrs. Oliver was not a source of comfort nor a protection from her husband’s anger. The woman couldn’t understand maternal instincts, having her greatest love being herself. She had a fondness for attracting the attention of other men, causing Tommy’s father to erupt in jealous fits of screaming and yelling. Normal tasks such as cleaning, cooking, or otherwise being present bored her greatly.

Leaning over towards the intimidated child, he muttered under his breath.

“You better keep your mouth shut when we get back there about how I run my household. Do you understand?”

His breath was hot on Tommy’s pale cheek.

“If you embarrass me, I’ll really make it hurt when we get behind closed doors. No one’s going to believe a bratty, selfish little shit like you anyways.”

Mrs. Oliver rolled her heavily made up eyes and rummaged in her purse for her compact mirror. Her moist, red lips sneered in the child’s direction.

“Its no wonder why your mommy didn’t want you. You’re obviously broken,” she smirked. “Other children don’t act like you do.”

Tommy’s eyes and nose began to burn with the effort of shoving down such mental anguish. Bright pink splotches colored his face and he pulled his knees to his chest, curling into himself.

A strong hand cuffed his shoulder roughly.

“Sit up straight!” his father harshly admonished, glancing over at the receptionist bent over the deck, a phone tucked in the crook of her neck.

Dutifully, Tommy lowered his scrawny legs back down, shoulders straightening from their hunch with effort.

“The school counselor said they can’t let you back in the building until you have this evaluation. You had better get that head out of your ass and pass with flying colors. We’re getting really tired of your shit, Thomas,” Mr. Oliver continued, his knuckles cracking subtly as they squeezed the chair.

The latest phone call from the school had very nearly caused the child to have to remain in bed for several days. Biting wasn’t the only offense Tommy had committed while in the classroom. There was a whole laundry list leading to the counselor’s stern instruction for a physical and mental evaluation to determine a cause for the boy’s behavior.

Teachers commented on his withdrawn and negative demeanor, his lack of focus on schoolwork, his failing grades, and his inability to get along with other children. They had been forced to send him to the principal’s office on several occasions for his crass language and uncooperative behavior. Nothing seemed to be able to get through to him.

And now, here Tommy sat in a doctor’s office with his parents, the first of many he would have over the years until he grew into Rita’s evil Green Ranger.

Heaving a sigh, Mr. Oliver adjusted himself in his chair and looked over at the door to the patient rooms with annoyance.

“I don’t see why this is taking so long,” he commented loudly.

Sliding over the edge of the chair, Tommy’s shoes thumped on the thin, plain carpeting of the waiting room and he wandered over to the small bookcase in the corner. Settling down on his knees on the garishly colored rug, he perused the cracked spines of the slim children’s books lining the shelves. The boy could literally feel the weight of the adults’ eyes on him, their anger and annoyance palpable.

He licked his lips nervously, tongue dry and grabbed a tattered hardback tome at random. It was a rather thick volume, not necessarily a child’s book but according to the faded gilt letting on the cover, it was a collection of fairy tales and folk lore from around the world.

Tommy scrunched his face in derision.

‘Fairy tales?’

What garbage! Mere entertainment for soft minded, naïve youngsters.

Cracking open the book for lack of anything better to do while he awaited his turn on the paper-covered table, Tommy skimmed the first few pages lethargically. But as he flipped through the various ethereal stories, the child became captivated, not just by the stories but the otherworldly illustrations on the adjoining pages.

Grand adventures, princes and princesses, winsome animal companions, witches, and magic; images flooded his mind and the little boy could vividly ‘see’ the lovely scenes coming to life in his mind. He didn’t realize he was no longer blinking until the dull burn in his eyes caught his attention.

That was the only thing though that Tommy came to realize. The nurse was standing by his parents at the door to the patient rooms, his chart cradled in one arm. She smiled at him gently and waved him up with one hand.

“Ready to see the doctor, kiddo? You can bring that book back with you if you like,” she offered kindly.

The child nodded and scrambled to his feet, mindful of his parents’ irritation as they stood waiting. Hugging the worn book to his chest, he made his way over and down the hall to await his exam.

The pediatric patient room was decorated in bright cartoonish colors, framed pictures of animals on the walls over the examination table along with the requisite blood pressure cuff and boxes of gloves. A counter stood along one wall with a sink and canisters containing cotton swabs and tongue depressors. The sterile smell was thicker back here, and Tommy shivered, his flesh raising in goose pimples.

His parents sat in yet other plastic chairs while they waited for Dr. Samuels, the pediatrician that they had been referred to by the school counselor. Mr. Oliver gave the child a hard stare.

“Remember what I said out there? Keep a lid on it. Understand?” he ground out. “Or so help me God…”

Tommy nodded his head vigorously. He didn’t need to be told twice. The book was a comforting weight in his arms, keeping him grounded.

Mrs. Oliver crossed and uncrossed her legs impatiently and glared at her adopted son.

“You can at least pretend you’re a normal kid, right? I’m really tired of hearing how disappointed your dad is with you,” she added, spitefully.

Mr. Oliver made no rebuttal to the statement; Tommy would have been shocked if he had, to be honest.

Then there was a sharp rap on the hollow door and the click of the knob. Dr. Samuels was a short, balding man in glasses, wearing a white coat and brown loafers. He gave the slim boy a perfunctory once over and then introduced himself to the patient’s parents.

“So, what brings us in today, Tommy? I understand there are issues at school,” he questioned, pulling out a small black and silver gadget that he used to look in the child’s eyes and mouth.

Tommy fidgeted slightly and bowed his head.

“I got in trouble at school,” he managed in a cracked voice.

“I see. It looks like you’ve been in a lot of trouble lately.”

The doctor’s cold hands were palpating the child’s throat, back, and belly; the touch of hands on his unsuspecting skin made Tommy flinch sharply. However, the reaction was not due to the temperature difference.

“Can you tell me about the things you’ve gotten in trouble for?” the doctor went on, mistaking the child’s reaction as being due to his chilly fingers.

Mr. Oliver was glaring over the doctor’s shoulder, his eyes dark and dangerous.

Tommy tried his best to answer the physician’s questions, carefully maneuvering around any discussion of how things were at home. He relayed his anger and frustration with children at school, with the teachers, the counselor, and principal, his boredom in the classroom, difficulty with reading and spelling, and preference to be left to himself.

“I see,” Dr. Samuels continued to repeat with each answer.

He made long notations in the papers contained by the purple chart. Then he turned toward the Olivers and began to make his recommendations.

Driving back home through the now pouring rain, Tommy stared out the window at the hazy lights of passing cars, blurry distorted shapes when viewed with the water spattered glass. The adults were deathly silent, still angry with him. Experience told him that his punishment was not over just yet.

The doctor had a given his parents a prescription for medication and a referral to a pediatric behavior specialist for further work up. Dr. Samuels had expressed some concern regarding Tommy’s withdrawn personality and his aggressive responses when angered or frustrated. With the limited information on his birth mother, it was unclear if there were any history of psychiatric disorders.

But the child could be on a dangerous path if he were not treated effectively with appropriate medical and behavioral therapies. Tommy’s stomach felt knotted and painful hearing the doctor’s assessment.

Dangerous?

The child continued to stare out at the grey, wet world that seemed to match his current mood. Puddles splashed under the tires as the vehicle moved down the road toward the small yellow house. His stomach growled, but it was best that he not eat before he received the rest of his punishment.

Vomiting would make it harder on him. His father despised weakness and he would order the child to clean his mess alone.

“Goddammit, Thomas!” Mr. Oliver suddenly snapped, making his wife jump. She narrowed her eyes at him in irritation.

“Is this going to be an ongoing problem? Are we going to have to put you on crazy pills and go talk to a quack? Talking doesn’t fix shit!” he ranted. “Back in my day, if I got out of line, my old man would tan my ass. He didn’t put up with any bullshit.”

The car was silent for several minutes as the older man ruminated on his own upbringing.

“If you want to acct like a rebel without a clue, we can take a page out of my pa’s book. Obviously, I’m not beating your ass enough,” he snarled into the stillness. “Children knew how to act when I was growing up.”

Tommy’s hands clenched together nervously as his father began to get keyed up. Trips down memory lane were not good for the child cowering in the backseat.

“Kids in my generation weren’t a bunch of disrespectful little pussies,” he advised. “You didn’t go running your mouth to shrinks or doctors. Corporal punishment cured most issues. I’m thinking maybe you’re too soft, too wimpy. Like a little princess.”

Mrs. Oliver laughed, a tinkly jagged sound as she looked back at Tommy.

“Well, he’s got prettier hair than I do,” she chirped, hooking a thumb over at the little boy’s longish dark locks.

His father’s dark eyes locked on his in the rearview mirror; the man scowled at his wife’s observation.

The rest of the ride was passed in silence.

Striding briskly through the front door, Mr. Oliver made no mention of what he intended to do; the older man disappeared into the interior of the home as his wife plopped down her purse with an annoyed sigh.

Briskly, Tommy darted up the stairs to his room, scrambling to find a place big enough to hide in. His little heart thundered in his chest while his eyes frantically looked around the mostly barren space.

He knew shit was not over.

Hearing a creak on the stairs, Tommy barreled underneath his bed, a foolish endeavor he realized. But what else could he do? He curled into the tightest ball he could manage in the farthest corner he could reach and waited breathlessly. The heavy footfalls were coming closer.

“Thomas Oliver! Get your little ass out here. Right now!” the loud voice echoed from the hallway.

The child remained quiet, hoping futilely that something or someone would step in and prevent the beating he knew was coming.

The bedroom door thundered open, striking the wall behind it.

“If I have to bend down and drag you out, you little shit, you won’t get out of that bed for a goddamn month!” he warned venomously.

Swallowing the lump in his throat and wiping his weeping eyes, Tommy pulled himself out and presented himself for punishment.

The wrathful man grabbed the child by the hair and yanked, making him yelp in pain. Dragging the sobbing boy down the stairs to the bathroom, he said not a word until the door was slammed loudly and he had shoved Tommy over to the sink.

“That dumb bitch isn’t right about a lot of things, but I think she hit the nail on the head with this,” he growled. “Look in the mirror, boy! What do you see?”

Tommy gave a limp shrug, sniffing back the snot that running from his nose. He could barely see anything through his watery eyes.

“I’ll tell you what I see. I see a dainty little princess, a Pitiful Pearl who’s took weak to suck it up and do what needs doing. You’re fucking biting people like a goddamn dog! But you don’t obey for shit!” he roared. “That fucking stops right here and now. I’m going to teach you how to toughen up, like a fucking MAN!”

Again, he grabbed the child’s hair roughly; the vibrating buzz of the electric razor echoed off the bathroom tile.

“No! Don’t!” Tommy screamed.

But nothing dissuaded the man; long dark hair rained upon the floor, some gliding to alight on the boy’s sneakers. Again and again, the razor passed over sections of his scalp, at times nicking his skin and drawing streams of blood.

By the time the cruel act was completely finished, Tommy’s scalp was almost completely red, slick with bleeding cuts and the rough beginnings of razor burn.

“Much better,” his father stated, nodding his head at his handiwork. “Look at yourself now, Thomas. That’s a more manly hairstyle!”

Tossing the black razor upon the counter, he looked coldly at the little boy.

“Clean this mess up, then go to your room. You’re lucky you aren’t getting the belt again.”

Then he was gone.

Tommy’s hazel eyes stared at himself in the mirror, fixated on his shorn hair. Heaving sobs wracked his thin shoulders making it hard to breathe. Sinking to the floor, he gathered up the remains of his soft hair in his hands, feeling the silky strands slide through his fingers into the trash bin.

So in shock at the loss was he, that when he stood up again and caught sight of his reflection, he began to bawl anew. With shaky steps, Tommy made his way back to his bedroom, the sound of the television loud from down the stairs, drowning out his sorrow.

Tucked away behind a broken dresser drawer, the child had secreted away a means of comfort in this hellhole. The small stuffed dog had accompanied him through many homes until they both landed here. Pulling the little animal from his hiding place, Tommy ran a fingertip over the glossy black button eyes and nose. He buried his hot scalded face into the warm furry chest and begged for someone strong and brave to come save him.

Over his later school years, Tommy had not only continued to bite other children, he’d stabbed a boy with a sharpened pencil, shoved several teachers, cursed out the principal and counselor, scratched and clawed a boy who’d been tormenting him, and kicked yet another child between the legs hard enough that surgery was required. The youngster bounced skulls off metal lockers, threw desks, and kicked a hole in a wall.

He had been caught smoking on school grounds more than once; a few instances involved possessing marijuana. Additionally, Tommy had defaced school property, vandalizing bathroom stalls with rude and often untrue allegations against his peers and other staff. Several library books were missing pages or otherwise damaged.

At the young age of sixteen years old, Tommy Oliver had a thick medical chart, spanning the years since his official adoption that also included incidents from past foster homes. He even had a juvenile record for running away, fighting, stealing, vandalism, underage drinking, and making threats.

The list of diagnoses was extensive given his age and the list of failed medications was puzzling. Of course, if he actually took them instead of pocketing them in his cheek, they may have had some effect. But he was also a masterful liar, leading countless doctors and therapists down a merry rabbit hole.

Nothing mattered. Life was short, then you die. Tommy was determined to do things his way. He was punished no matter what with the old man clouded with drink and impulsivity. The only positive was being shoved into martial arts as a way to vent his aggression at the recommendation of a therapist.

This was the way he arrived in Angel Grove and the way he operated when he first met Jason Scott, the muscular dark-haired martial artist that, for reasons he could not explain, captivated his attention. Something about him drew Tommy in, made him want to be closer.

The boy had not yet experienced a crush on anyone before, male or female. He never cared to concern himself with other people unless he wanted a cigarette, alcohol, weed, or just to ‘get off.’ They were all interchangeable, faceless no ones.

The burgeoning tempestuous swell of lust and hormones were beginning to swirl even before Rita’s magic took hold. The teen found the reason that Jason was so magnetic once he became the Green Ranger and discovered that the Red Ranger was the object of his desires.

Fantasies intruded while he stared at Jason, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to stab him in the chest, to fuck him mercilessly while he strangled him to death. To take a belt to that gorgeous tan skin as his old man had done to him. To make him scream in pain and fear.

The long, slow descent had begun so many years ago and had set both Tommy and Jason on a collision course both in the Prime and Coinless Universe. Both with very different outcomes.

In the Prime Universe, the Green and Red Rangers were united, best friends to lovers.

In the Coinless World, both Lord Drakkon and his pet, Red, laughed together in shared insanity, both so crazed and mean, they weren’t even a shadow of their alternate selves.

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Goretober Day 30: Cage

"Before man, there were animals.

“Wild animals with survival instincts in both known and unknown environments. Man, like animals, festers to survive by increasing their knowledge of the unknown. But we all have an animal within us that wants to be free of its cages but is trapped by our desire to be 'normal.'

“Find these animals, correct their behavior, and return them as new and improved citizens to carry on Murkoff's promise for humanity's future.”

Joseph loved animals.

He remembers feeding the stray animals when he was younger, breaking apart the pieces of his food enough to share. He’d sit down and eat alongside the strays, examining their matted fur, bloodied injuries, and anxiousness to eat as much as they could. Even when he was on the streets, he did the best he could to feed any strays he came across, even when his supplies were scarce.

But even with the supplies given to him, graciously provided by Murkoff, he had felt guilty for having so much when his furry friends had nothing but scraps to live off of.

But this? This was much worse.

He had mistakenly thought that Murkoff had gone off the deep end and resorted to using stray animals for their sick experiments. The very thought makes the teenager nauseous as he stumbled amongst his team to finish the trial. The four of them were cautious not to garner the attraction of any Ex-Pops there were.

Each of them had a task at hand.

One distracted the threats, the other planted and disarmed traps, the third gathered the items needed to complete the trail, and Joseph was out trying to find the animals.

He worried about the poor things like how a mother worries about their child staying out too late. His instincts heightened as he snuck his way past a trap and over towards the cries of a hound. He recognized the howls, the disconnect of true love as their cries were quickly shut by a harsh crunch of metal and wood alike.

“Shut your traps,” a familiar voice boomed from the confines of the room within, “I don’t like to waste my time taking care of some damn mutts!”

Joseph perched himself close to the doorway, only peaking in ever so slightly to see what was going on. The man wore a white button-up and red tie wrapped in a black leather jacket, with two metallic emblems on the left of his jacket indicating his rank. His jacket's right sleeve is covered in wires that are attached to an electrical box in a cross-body wrap. His uniform also comprises a navy leather belt with a silver clasp looped around gray work pants covered up to the knees in leather boots.

But the two most noticeable parts about him were the weapon he carried and the scar that had blistered across the right side of his face.

Memories of a trial long ago stayed fresh in Joseph’s mind, forcing him to stay within the shadows in fear that he may be caught. He anxiously watches as the disturbed officer blows out a puff of smoke from his cigarette, then turns his attention towards the cage right beside him. He strikes his shock baton through the openings of the cage and relishes in the cries of agony from within.

“Damn bitches whining and hollering like you own the damn place! You don't get to do shit all think you can get away with it with your big ol’ eyes, and your pleading looks.”

He struck the cages, earning another round of cries from all around.

“You’re in my Goddamn care so that means the law pertains to you too! Animal or not, you’ll all get the end of this stick up your ass if you ever so leave these cages, do you understand me?!”

He strikes the ground hard, sending sparks flying as the cages start to rattle.

“I said, do you understand me?!”

Whines could be heard from the cages, and the old man grinned, satisfied with his sadism for another night as he shuffled through the doors, nearly avoiding Joseph from the shadows.

Joseph held his breath, watching as the officer disappeared from within the shadows. He noticed him pause for a second, turning his head to the side before quickly turning away and walking off. Once a considerable amount of time had passed, Joseph got out of his hiding place and into the room where the animals were held.

“Hey,” he hushed, head turned back to make sure Officer Coyle wasn't behind him, “You’re going to be-”

Once he had turned his head he had stopped in his tracks.

Joseph’s eyes caught onto the thin lining of the cages, red blotches of blood had been splattered across from them. Excrement lay beneath the animals, dirtying their bodies as they pushed themselves against the far end of the cages. Inside, having only a flimsy lock to keep them back, malnourished men had crouched down, only having bits of clothing to cover themselves.

On their heads they wore blindfolds strapped to their eyes, preventing them from seeing a single thing.

They were all filthy, covered in their filth or of another, they all huffed and growled at the very sensation that someone else was near. They bared their teeth, drool pooling from beneath their mouths as a few barked at the teenager, all of them afraid of what he may do next. But they didn't need to do anything else as Joseph had stood where he was, completely shocked at what was around him.

But what he had heard from behind sounded like dogs.

Actual dogs. Canines all whining, panting, and barking just like any other canine would do. Any longer he would have waited he would have thought that cats were amongst them, the sound of hissing coming from a man wearing only briefs licking his injured shoulder, dried tongue lapping the blood that poured out of his fresh wound.

Joseph stood with his mouth open, eyes shaking as he moved his center of attention from one unfortunate soul to the next.

He had to admit, he was glad that actual animals weren't being tortured here, but another part of him was sickened by the deteriorating minds of the men that were around him. All were trapped in cages, their minds rotting each day, and all they could think about was what a wild animal would think about in any situation.

To survive.

[tears-of-boredom]

the need to interact with amd seek out dicor ely content isso strong but also I still havent fucking finished it and I dont want to get spoiled so its a constant battle in my head. also I dont like it when the game gives me a normal dialogue option, but when you repeat the conversation because you want to pick a different one, the one you wanted is god damn gone. with no real reason. also I fucking hate the cryptid stuff but im also that bitch who has to do every single god damn side quest they can before proceeding with the main story, so im picking all the options where im excited about it when in truth i feel kim so hard. like come on you dont have to ask about every single cryptid. but also what if theres some secret info or achivement you get from this. also I'm straight up, again, considering starting all over, just so i can complete all the tasks. like I saved SO few times in the start of my playthrough and i regret it so fucking much. i crave to go back and do a "perfect" run. i cant finish it when I have so many regrets. plus i think it'd be kinda fun, and id be able to strategise a bit and not waste so much of my time running around. you have no fucking idea how long it took me to find that fucking map. even with the hint that it gives. i ran around that place frustrated as shit, and was even more frustrated when i found that it was just on the god damn wall. i had ran past it so many times. but also thats honestly just me being stupid, i dont blame the game for that.

[woodenbees]

Wow I'm so stressed and depressed

[itsdanii]

Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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[babblydrabbly]

Distracted (Peacemaker x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Peacemaker x F!Reader; Brief Javelin x Reader

Characters: Peacemaker/Christopher Smith, Amanda Waller, Javelin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of blood/violence. Choking, cream pie, semi-rough sex.

Summary: Out on a Task Force X mission, Peacemaker notices you're acting... different. He generously offers to help with what's distracting you. Asshole.

A/N: What's this? Baby's first Peacemaker fic? Takes place before The Suicide Squad (2021). Metahuman!Reader has super strength/speed abilities. Also, what kind of vanilla name is Chris Smith.

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"Again?"

Amanda Waller arched a brow at your perturbed expression.

"My apologies." She droned. "Am I not stimulating you with enough variety, [L/n]?"

You scoffed, folding your arms in deference. It wasn't about that— It was about the deliberately repeated pairings with Christopher Smith. The dynamic that was becoming a pattern. You never would have worked with someone like Peacemaker on the outside. As much as you appreciated the job always getting done with him, you still bumped heads with him too much on the way to the finish line. He was frustratingly serious and flippant at the same time.

You decided to shut your trap before Waller decided she didn't need you anymore.

"You've got one skillset useful to me, [L/n]. I suggest you get used to the prospect of being paired up with Smith on a regular basis— While you're still around."

You nodded when she dismissed you. You had gotten used to it. You were seeing so much of Peacekeeper you were practically partners.

So, you pointedly sat to next the one called Javelin on the helicopter out of Belle Reve, as far away from Smith as possible. You were about to spend over twelve hours with him— It didn't have to start right away. While Colonel Flag gave you all the spiel on the mission, you glanced over and saw Javelin toss you a nod.

"You're Team B," The thrower noted over the whir of the helicopter. "[L/n], yes?"

"Yeah," you said. Your eyes flitted over the muscular squad member. He looked more like a superhero in his light blue and yellow get-up than the rest of you. You personally kept the lower half of your face covered with a black hard shell mask— Your armor from before you were incarcerated (Yes, you've heard the 'Baby Bane' jokes from the others). Even if you had to get used to working with a bunch of weirdos, you could at least conceal your face from them while you did it.

"You move very swiftly." He complimented, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to take that.

"Thanks," You tried, "I like your... weapon of choice?"

Javelin held his namesake in his arms, his legs spread wide to accommodate it as he rested it against his inner thigh. The innuendo normally would have had you rolling your eyes, but today they lingered, and you wondered if he still looked as broad and muscular without the suit on.

You frowned. Without the suit on?

Were you still staring down at his thighs?

You supposed he was a goddamn Olympic athlete at one point. And prison didn't seem to stop him from his regimen. —There it was again. You blinked and looked away, thankful nobody seemed to notice. Javelin seemed content with the brief introduction, so you left it at that.

Okay, so maybe it had been awhile since you...

You reprimanded yourself. These were not recreational outings. As much as you liked feeling free every once in awhile, you were never in a position to consider doing something so stupid. The last few missions were some of the closest calls you had while on the task force, but now that your job today was more about recon, you could at least let your mind wander to the less... imperative things. You crossed your legs at the ankles in front of you and let mind drift for the rest of the trip.

But christ had prison been rough. And a little boring. You didn’t have to think about Javelin moving closer to you for long— Pressing up flush against you— Before you were imagining yourself against a wall— Hell, right here on this bench— hooking your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You pictured him going for two, three rounds, that stupid suit lying on the floor with your back on top of it. You pictured him going down on you too, a handful of his wavy blonde hair in your grasp as you pressed your thighs around his ears. You swallowed behind the mask, glad it was there to hide your face.

You get dropped off an isolated point a few klicks outside the target area, the rest of the team traveling further in to handle the bulk of the mission. You lug some extra equipment in a canvas bag— Guns, surveillance tech— already annoyed by the heat.

The heat of the jungle. Definitely not the heat you'd been feeling in the helicopter. You walked a half mile in total silence just trying to focus on the mission again.

"What's got your tactical suit in a twist?" Smith finally uttered as you got to your destination. You almost forgot he had dropped down the rope onto the ground after you. He stood out against the green around you in his obnoxious red shirt and white pants.

"Nothing." You lied, and you could tell from under his helmet that Peacemaker thought you were full of shit today. Great.

You set up inside a small building— An outpost long abandoned. Whatever organization you were taking down for Waller, they clearly had to downsize over the years. You kicked open the metal door, sending it flying off its hinges. Smith entered first, clearing all the rooms before you joined him. Upstairs, you begin setting up the equipment together. Peacemaker started with standing up a rifle by the window, aiming it at the road below.

You fiddled with a tablet; You went downstairs to put a sensor on the door frame and on the rusted gate blocking the road outside. They were supposed to warn you when any vehicles were approaching, but when you came back up, it lost signal. You did this twice; You batted at the little screen, vexed. There were probably signal jammers over at the main compound that could still reach all the way out here. You thought about how Team A was doing— So inevitably, your thoughts drifted back to the damn Javelin guy.

"Jesus!" You snapped. You were grateful when you didn't break the small screen in half with your strength.

"Okay. What the fuck is wrong." Came Peacemaker's voice from across the room. You stood there without turning around. You took a breath, tossed the tablet onto the bag at your feet.

"Nothing is wrong, Smith. Fuck off." You said. You reached up and unclipped your vest. Beneath it, you felt the cool air of the shelter hit your jumpsuit. You tossed the vest on the floor, then turned around. "When are they supposed to get here?"

He quirked a brow, as if proving his point. Since when didn't you remember the mission details? Rather than give him the satisfaction of thinking you were slipping you waved your own question away.

"God, never mind."

He scoffed. You watched him remove his helmet and gloves, setting them down carefully next to his own pack. He'd made his own area across the room from yours, another tablet showing him a view of the road propped up against the wall. Smith took a seat on the floor; The two of you were going to have to play the waiting game now.

In silence. The thought made you pinch the bridge of your nose right above where your mask stopped.

"You know, I've been at Belle Reve for four years now." You finally relented. You leaned back against your wall, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah? So?" Smith retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"So," God— You were really confiding in Christopher Smith. That's what it was coming down to. "I haven't had sex in four years. It's... not a big deal— Nothing's wrong. That's just what I was annoyed about earlier, you know? Consider me over it."

"That why you were ogling the Javelin in the copter today?"

Shit. Shit!

You dropped your arms. "You piece of garbage. You saw that?"

"I'm garbage? You're the one sexually harassing our fellow teammates with your eyes."

"I was not sexually— Nope. I'm done. You're ridiculous." You said. You reached down and went back to your tablet, busying yourself with it idly.

Peacemaker did the same. From the corner of your eye, you just knew he was doing it smugly.

"You know," He said after a few minutes, "If that's all you're bitching about, we can just get it over with."

"Excuse me?"

"You and me. Target's not coming in for another six hours, by the way. You don't need that much time do you, 'four-years-dry'?"

You stared at him from across the room. When you didn't reply, Peacemaker set his screen down so damn casually you consider just shooting yourself in the head.

"You're off your game. I'm not going to let you compromise our objective."

You threw your hands up. "There it is. You're like a broken record."

"What? Am I fucking wrong?"

"No, you're fucking crazy."

"Get over here." Smith instructed in a low voice.

The words shot up your spine, sending a very mixed signal to your brain. Directly across from you, Peacemaker was pinning you with an expectant look— One that was clearly a challenge. It pissed you off.

It was the look he used when he said you couldn't rip a guy's spine right out of his back— It dared you. And when you did succeed, you would shoot him an equally smug look in return. Your back and forths were always crass, always a test of who would back down.

You weren't normally so brutal when you worked alone, but something about Peacemaker brought it out of you. Whenever you were paired together, it was like your powers weren't something you had to hold back. They were something he was always prodding you to embrace. The jabs, the snark— It made you want to punch him in the face.

Standing up, you crossed the room. Smith didn't move as you stepped over his legs, as you leaned down to straddle his waiting lap. He simply watched you shift around until you're comfortably seated, your hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to place his own on your thighs but didn't do anything more.

"Well?" You said.

He shrugged, "Your call."

"What am I gonna do? Dry hump you?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck."

Finally, you reached up, unclipping the back of your mask.

"Whoa, wait—" He started, finally reacting to this ridiculous situation, but you already had it off, in your hand.

"I—" He stared at you. You shifted, feeling nervous as you stared back. It occurred to you that you'd never seen him shocked before.

He blinked. "I've never seen your whole face before."

That wasn't true— was it? You tried to think. "What about in Cuba? We camped out for like three days. I had to take it off to eat at least."

"I didn't look."

"You didn't look."

"I don't fucking know! You wear that fucking thing everywhere. When you took it off to eat I assumed you didn't want me looking."

"Wow. How courteous."

"Fuck you."

"Well, isn't that what we're doing here?" You said, putting your hands on your hips stubbornly. Smith's were still resting on your splayed thighs.

"I can't wear this when we— How am I supposed to...?"

He snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're a romantic, [L/n]."

Nothing about this seemed romantic. Least of all with him. Still, if you were going to take the opportunity, you were going to do it your way. You looked him over.

He had a few tufts sticking out from wearing his damn helmet earlier. You reached up and brushed some of it back into place at his temple first. Smith blinked up at you, his brows pinching together.

"This okay?" You heard yourself asking him. He eventually nodded once, watching you as you placed your palm on the side of his face. Finally, you leaned down and caught his lips with yours in a long kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to know his reaction.

But you felt him return it. Slowly at first— Then he was kissing you back. You moaned somewhere in the back of your throat as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, his fingers folding to grip your ass tightly. You were already reacting, already so touched starved. His lips parted, and you felt him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, over the front of your teeth. You opened for him, your tongue darting out to meet his hungrily.

You tugged at the front of his uniform. Without a word he reached down to pull it up over his head, the fabric dropping off somewhere beside you. You glanced down at his bare chest. You ran your hands over it, dragged your nails down his pecs experimentally. When you looked back up he was still watching you.

Your mouths crashed to meet again, this time with a fervor that threatened to split your bottom lip with every bruising kiss. You felt his hands on you again, pressing into your sides, your waist. He didn't move to take off your clothes, so you drew your hands to your own chest, pulled the zipper of your suit all the way down to your stomach.

He took the invitation, and you gasped when he roughly reaches in and cups a hand around your breast; He kneaded it, brushing his thumb over your nipple. His other hand worked at your shoulder, yanking the rest of your suit off of you. You reached back and tugged the sleeves off, finally exposing your upper body.

You felt the clasp at your back come undone, and Smith was tearing your bra off next. A muscular arm came around to scoop you up by the waist, bringing your chest closer to him. He leaned down, took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Smith—" He bit you roughly, and it sent a shock of electricity up you. He palmed your other breast again, tweaked at your nipple until your back was arching into his touch. You squeezed your thighs around him.

Then he was back in your face again, bruising a kiss against your lips as you took a breath. Your eyes flew open when you felt the press of his fingers to your mouth. You shot a look at him, but didn't object when he pushed his index and middle fingers past your lips. You sucked them hungrily, your eyes fluttering shut again.

"Fuck," Peacemaker murmured, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits. You slurped sloppily until they were soaked, until he was pulling them back out with a light pop. He brought his hand down to the base of your suit, where the zipper stopped just above your pelvis. A pair of black panties peaked out from the V shape there, the same shade and material as your bra. You gasped when Smith finally pushed down past the layer of cotton, gripped his bare shoulders when you felt his wet fingers dip right into your cunt.

"Fuck," He said again, because you didn't need any help down there. "You're so fucking wet."

You expected to feel humiliation— To hear a joke about how it really had been while. But all you felt were his warm, thick fingers; He ran them up and down your slit, pressed them in small circles around the peak of you a few times. You cursed, your head falling back. Smith leaned up to kiss your throat, teeth dragging across the base of your collarbone. He bit you some more, daring to take your meta-human skin between his teeth. You cried out, your arm reaching to wrap around his head in pleasure.

Smith slid his fingers up into your pussy. He crooked them, scissoring them inside you. Your hips bucked, unable to resist meeting his short thrusts. You felt him grin against your neck. "Damn, baby."

"Shut up." You whispered, letting your hips rolling down to fuck yourself on his fingers some more. When he slipped in a third you moan loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me." You demanded, yanking the short hair at the back of his head. A groan left Smith's lips, his head jerking back. Quickly, he removed his hand from your suit, pulling the rest of your clothes further down your waist. You lifted yourself off him, but Smith didn't wait. He picked you up and lifted you both off the floor. You grabbed at him as he laid you down on your back, his body between your legs. Then he was ripping off the last of your suit, tearing your boots off.

"Watch it," You snapped— If he fucking ripped anything you—

"Oh please." He huffed, and your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you watched him lean back on his knees above you, undoing his white pants. His cock sprang free from a pair of just as white underwear, his arousal already thick and ready. You stopped yourself from expressing how the sight of him made you even wetter.

He took a moment to drink in your face, a hint of that smug smirk forming. You growled, pulling him down by the neck again before he ruined the moment with speaking. Smith caught your lips again, his hand running down your naked body. He gripped one of your legs and nudges them apart, planting his knees between you.

Despite his earlier preparation, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing inside you. You groaned as he entered you, your walls stretching around his length. Your back arched as you took him in, eyes rolling a little into the back of your head.

"Fuck— Chris—" You shuttered. His hands squeezed your thighs at the sound of his name leaving you. You heard his breath shake, his hips remaining utterly still as you got used to the size of him. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him waiting for you; You nodded once, another moaning already escaping in anticipation.

It was like a brick wall knocking into you. Smith didn't hold back as he began fucking you— Knew you could take it— what with your powers and all. The idea seemed to drive him, and he began hammering into you, his hands moving to bracket your hips so he could fuck you better. Faster. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck— You couldn't think. You arched up off of the floor as you rolled your hips to meet Smith's. It felt like he could keep up this pace forever the way he wasn't stopping. Your breathing turned to panting, a high whine escaping you when he shifts just right— he picked you up again. You arched up into his arms, holding yourself up from around his neck as he fucked up into your soaking cunt. You bounced on his cock, a sheen of sweat blooming across your skin.

When you opened your eyes, Smith was still watching you intently— witnessing every little expression on your face while he fucked you. You could hardly discern what he was thinking. All you could focus on was him ramming you, the feeling of his cock hitting and stretching you out.

“Choke me.” He said, and you have just enough wherewithal to oblige. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pressing firmly on either side. You felt the tightness of his skin shifting under your touch. His pulse beat a fast rhythm in time with his rough thrusts. The strength of your grip was a little vice tipping Smith over the edge.

The look on his face, his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing sends a jolt up you. You used your other hand to slip two fingers down between your folds. They found your clit, making quick work of bringing you to close to climaxing. You shuttered as you felt the tight coil of it building. Finally, with a cry you were coming, squeezing your legs around him as your hips rolling through every wave of it. Smith groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm until your walls were fluttering from the unrelenting stimulation.

“Going to—“ He warned, and you squeezed the hand around his throat harder, making his eyes roll up. You whimpered as you feel the hot spurt of him fill you, his hips finally locking as he pumped you with his cum.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, your hand releasing from Smith’s neck so he could take in a long gasp. His skin was reddened along his throat and chest. You saw the beginnings of your handprint bruising around his Adam's apple, your fingers a mark on his skin. You hung onto him like that, your arms back around his shoulders for balance.

“Fuck.” You finally said. Out of habit, you checked your watch to assess where you were on the mission. He took your chin in his hand, drawing your eyes back up to him. You saw that his hair had fallen back into his eyes, his face glistening with sweat.

“I’m not done with you.” He said. It sent a shiver through you. You felt your walls flutter again, some of his cum leaking out with his half-hard cock still firm inside you. You gasped as he pulled you off of him, guiding you down until you were turning around on all fours on the floor. You glanced over your shoulder, already craving the feeling of him filling you up with his cock again.

And fuck it, you two do take the whole six hours.

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Chapter 10: Just Like You

Kirby SST!

Long before the Dreamland we know today, the time where Kirby was still off to deal with Nightmare,

A young and small Waddle Dee with a fighting spirit stood in his feet.

In Castle Dedede, children are tasked to do simple chores while adults handle guarding and harder labor, this child however, refused listen to what the adults had to say and stayed on his post with a spear on his hand.

One day, the King was walking through the halls and saw the said Dee and immediately approached him.

The tiny Dee tried to sit still but his hand were shaking as the King was about to take a closer look.

"What's the little one doin here?"

The king asked a guard.

"Well it seems like he wants to be a guard your majesty, he won't listen to us when I tell him to give us the weapon!"

"Hmmm so you're a lil tough guy huh?" He looks closer,

The tiny Dee's heart raced, he doesn't know what to do, there's a chance that he could get punished for not doing what he's supposed to do-

"Welp Little Dee here has a passion for being a royal guard, maybe teach him the ropes will ya? Maybe he'd grow up to be my finest warrior who knows." He chuckles as he gives the

little one's head a pat.

The tiny dee's eyes widen, his eyes were almost tearing up, the King's approval is all he needed, from that day, he vowed to be strong, to defend King Dedede, to be his right hand man. He began to idolize his king, he trained and worked hard to get where he is today.

At the age of 14 he is now one of Dreamland's greatest defenders, He's almost like Dedede's own son, isn't that his long dreamed happy ending?

"When I grow up I want to be just like you Your Majesty!" Said the optimistic bandana dee.

Bandana Dee started his day like normal, he noticed his head felt a bit more heavy than usual, maybe he was just hungry.

An hour passed and he felt his stomach hurt, he has felt worse so he also shrugged that off.

Another hour passes and the stomach pain got really worse, he finally decided to ask for help.

"M...miss my stomach hurts..do you have some kind of medicine for it?"

"Oh! sir Bandana Dee! Let's get you to your room.." The servant girl noticed how the poor boy looked pale, she immediately told the other servants to prepare hot water.

"W-what's going on with me?" Bandee asked.

"Everything will be alright, this is happens to everyone, just sit still and I'll try to ease the pain."

"Okay.."

Around that time Kirby and Sailor were off to another trip, sailor is really taking advantage of her vacation, she managed to cheer Kirby up somehow by giving him as many food as she can make!

"I'm sorry if this comes off as weird but.." Sailor asked, she had been observing the little pink boy inhale mountains of food.

"Yes miss Sailor?"

"Do youuu..digest things? Or food just disappear once you swallow something?"

"I don't know... but what I know is, I could eat as much as I can without getting full, I guess if everyone has the opportunity to not get full they'd sure eat alot!"

"Good point."

Somewhere near to where Sailor and Kirby were, a group of soccer players gathered to their meeting place waiting for their captain,

"It's 12:04 pm and captain bandee isn't here! He's never late! What do we do??"

"Maybe we should call him to check if he's alright?"

"Let's visit him!"

The players nodded and agreed until Marx appeared on their back.

"Its no need, he's not coming today because of some stomach ache, is it really a big deal if that chump doesn't show up?"

"Stomach ache?"

"How did you know?"

"Of course it's a big deal! He tells us what to do!"

"Without a leader we won't be able to practice!"

The team chattered

"Well shit I survived crashing into a planet sized galactic nova and absorbed it's powers and YOU'RE wondering how I know what happened to some fragile loser." Marx rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I'll be your captain only for today only because I'm bored."

"Eww! You're just going to sabotage us!"

"Well it's either me or nobody" Marx crosses his arms.

"..."

"I'll make sure we would win without that Banana Dee whatever his name is, are you with me?" He exclaimed, maybe teaching a couple of kids some tricks would keep him occupied, it's like he has anything to do as long as he can't decrypt any of the spells.

The team had no choice but to follow Marx,

"Well, the popstar soccer team doesn't miss on new opportunities yeah?"

"I think this is for the best.."

Sailor and Kirby rests beside a tree and told each other stories.

"Miss Sailor, is liking girly stuff...bad?"

"What? No, who told you that?"

"No one in particular..."

"Then why?"

"I don't know why I feel shame about liking girly and cutesy things even if it's nothing to be ashamed of.."

"Kirby...don't listen to anyone that tells you you should feel that way just because you're a boy.." Sailor looked at him with eyes full of concern

"You're kind of like my big sister and all...do you experience something close to that?"

"Not really, but I know how it's like to have to hide who you are you know?... mainly when I was a young girl being a sailor isn't a feminine job I had to pretend like a lad my whole time at the sea.."

"What?"

"Captain Vul recommend me a job to the Halberd and I had to tell him that I'm a girl because it gets harder to hide it when you grow up."

"Does it even matter?"

"Jee, I know right? I can't believe I had to persuade them to accept me and now I'm the crew member who takes the most jobs!" She scoffs resting her chin onto her palm.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧Flashback--

"See young lady as much as your skill sets are promising I can't promise you'd get accepted. How about...keep that act for a bit longer?"

"But I'm 17 there's no way-"

Captain Vul interrupts, stuffing her short growing hair under her hat.

"You look convincing if you just tuck all your hair on that cap, I'll do the talking."

"Okay.."

"Ahem." Captain vul called everyone's attention.

"We have a sailor boy who wants to work as our assistant."

Sailor Dee was nervous.

"He looks a bit short, and skinny for someone his age..." The crew speculated.

"You're a girl aren't you?"

Axe knight said jokingly, he didn't think he was actually right.

Captain Vul and Sailors expressions dropped, their silence and shock only meant she is.

"Wait for real? That would be a problem since we don't need more damsels to protect- ow!" Captain Vul hit axe knight's head as he completely foiled his plan.

The crew wasn't really shocked, instead they showed concern for the Sailor.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧

As Sailor continues to blabber, Kirby didn't hear the footsteps approaching him.

"Hey Kirby!"

The two snapped out of the flashback and noticed a grinning Marx infront of them, his hands were in his back as if he was hiding something.

"What do you need Marx?" Kirby's mood immediately dropped

Sailor instinctively grabbed Kirby and backed off, she knew that Marx's assertiveness means he could do harm.

"Why so tensed up? I haven't even moved yet!"

"What's the meaning of this!?" Kirby exclaimed

"My revenge!"

Marx grew his distorted yellow wings and let out a maniacal laughter, he spread a glowing book in his hand and absorbed it's power.

'of course, why haven't I thought of that sooner?' Marx thought to himself.

Kirby shimmied his way out of Sailor's grasps and prepared himself to attack.

"Kirby!!!"

Marx emitted large amounts of power making it a struggle for Kirby to approach him.

"Gg-gahh...I'm..gonna...KILL YOU!!"

Kirby grit his teeth and kicked the floor to pierce againts the wind.

"I'd like to see you try!"

Marx laughed.

As the pink boy almost grabbed Marx's neck mid air, Marx reacted quickly and gave Kirby a super hard kick.

"GGKK-..HH!!

Kirby went flying, he didn't land quite well and broke his arm.

"You really think I'd behave that easily? After I betrayed you? You shouldn't have let me live, you're lame, an idiot!" Marx walked closer to the crawling Kirby.

Kirby was helpless, he wasn't prepared for this battle and he didn't bring any copy essence with him. He panicked, he tried to crawl away only for Marx's wing claws violently grab his leg.

"Now..how should I kill you?"

The jester lifts the poor Kirby's face from the ground by grabbing his hair.

"I want it to be humiliating, to be painful, just like when you threw me like garbage at nova!!" Marx shouted.

Kirby could not speak, he only let out desperate groans in hopes that someone would hear him.

He wanted to cry, he felt like passing out, the pain he is in were numb.

He could only hear his thoughts.

'is this the end?'

'i can't die like this, not in his hands...'

'miss sailor...I hope you ran away far..'

Kirby closed his eyes and accepted defeat.

"OOOMPF-!!" Marx felt a large hard kick to his head, it was strong enough to make him collapse.

As the fog that Marx created fades away, Kirby was able to move he immediately looked for who defeated Marx.

"M-miss Sailor!?"

"Haaaahh...hah..what are you waiting for? Immobilize him while he's still paralyzed!!" Sailor huffed and made sure Marx was completely knocked out.

Kirby was dumbfounded by what he just saw, but he quickly got up and landed a hard hit on the defenseless jester.

"Why don't you just give up on being a bad guy you stupid stupid clown!??" Kirby growled gritting his teeth in anger.

As Kirby was mercilessly putting Marx in his place he had to let out all the bullying Marx had done the past few months,

Sailor then noticed the book Marx had dropped, she immediately picked it up and knew it was the book Meta Knight was talking about before taking off.

She panicked, she had to tell her boss right away!

Sailor removed her hat and hid the book inside, she temporarily removed her mask and took a deep breath as she rests on a tree.

*Beep*

"haahh..hhah..Sir Meta Knight?"

"Sailor? What happened?" Meta Knight quickly replied.

"Ah well, I think you dropped that book with the weird cat face in it.."

"...Pardon?"

"The spell book thing!"

"Right...hmm..could you perhaps read the contents on it?"

"N-no...it's all Halcandrian!"

"Good. That means you've found it. Well done Sailor Dee."

"W-wh-what do I do sir??"

"Just keep it hidden and never reveal or give it to anyone until we get back."

"Leave it to me!"

*Beep*

'If merely absorbing some of this book's power can almost kill Kirby...Who knows what this book could do!?'

Sailor is left with a task she must fulfil, but before that she saw the mangled bloody state Marx is in and decided Kirby had to stop.

"Kirby I think that's enough..."

Kirby's knuckles were soaked in blood, Marx is still very alive but he made sure to rough him up until he learn his lesson.

Kirby wiped the blood on Marx's white shirt and approached Sailor, leaving the jester bleeding in the middle of the fields.

The soccer team continued to repeat the kicks Marx taught them early on but they started to feel like their new captain was gone for too long.

"Marx had been gone for 20 minutes isn't that weird?"

"He probably ditched us"

"I think so too, but let's go look for him."

Our hero and the Sailor were exhausted and decided to go home.

"Hey..you alright? Let's clean you up on the castle. Are you in any pain? I have some healing food in my pocket..." Sailor kneeled infront of Kirby checking for any critical wounds.

"Miss Sailor how did you do that?"

"Like, an axe kick?"

"Like fighting! Knocking people out with a kick!"

"I don't know if I want to go over that but.."

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧

"But seriously Captain I don't think Lord Meta Knight would approve of her!"

Sailor pouts.

"She'll serve as our brain for all of you numbskulls are only good for fighting!" The captain rests his palm in his temple and sighed.

"What if you all just teach her self defense huh? Will that suffice?"

"That's not part of the job description!" Sailor whined.

"If you're a man yeah." Sword responds

"What different does it make!?" Sailor glared at sword knight.

"Let's be honest here you look like the character that always gets kidnapped to lure us on an enemy base!"

Sailor's dark and dead eyes pierced directly at the knight, she's starting to want to accept the training just to beat them all up.

"She's the smartest lackey we've got! The sailors left in the dock only knew how to fish and untie sails!" Vul testimonies.

The crew takes on good look on Sailor Dee once again.

"Okay...lady, as long as you acknowledge that you might die, you really have to learn to fight if you want to work for us!"

"....fine" she replied with a bit of salt.

"We could even teach you! Right knights?"

"It don't sound half bad!"

"Well then, Miss Sailor Dee, welcome to the Halberd."

Shortly after Sailor Dee had a meeting with the Meta Knight himself, he read her resume from top to bottom and she filled every requirement needed for the job. She was accepted right away!

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧

"I had months of training alongside doing my actual work, it was so exhausting and thank god it's over a decade ago."

"Just because you're a girl?"

"Yes but heeeyy the training paid off somehow, I wouldn't have saved you if I couldn't fight! It's all good."

"Do you...do you have a reason to work under Meta Knight?" He wondered, it isn't normal to just overwork oneself that willingly.

"At first it was just all for the salary and how cool sounding the job was, I mean, working on a full battleship and for a very popular guy? It was a big opportunity!" Sailor was also too young and naive to reject or pass on Captain Vul's offer, she didn't want to live in the fishy smelling coast forever.

"But now, I realized our crew members aren't just barbaric drunkards but chivalrous people that risks their life for their planet, and that motivates me to help save the world and help heroes like you!"

Sailor gave him a big bright smile giving some inspiration and hope to the boy's eyes.

Kirby admired his optimistic friend, he gave sailor a hug as they walk back to the castle.

"Thank you for saving my life." He smiles as the sunset's reflection glistens in his eyes.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧ about 2 hours later.

"That's not a very funny joke! That is not true...no..!"

Kirby heard cries on the hallways.

*Door slams shut*

"Ughh..no...noooo..."

Kirby followed the noise to find Bandana Dee curled into a ball, he was breaking down, to which Kirby immediately asked.

"What's the matter??"

"I..i-...i don't want to talk about it yet..*sniffles*...let me be.. please.."

"I can't just leave you like this bandee...I'll be here when you need me." Kirby comforted.

The orange haired boy continued to sob as Kirby pat his back.

"Do you need water?"

"no I'm..I'm fine.."

He finally calmed down, took a deep breath and looked at Kirby with helpless and tired eyes.

It made Kirby even more concerned.

Bandana Dee took a deep breath and leaned on a wall,

"What's the matter?"

"Its..it's that..I will never be who I always dreamed to be when I grow up." He takes rapid breaths

"Like what?"

"To be a man!"

"Are you gonna die??"

"No!! I was bleeding even though I wasn't hurt, even they were shocked to find out I was actually a girl!" Bandana wiped his face in frustration, he didn't want to believe what was happening.

"Bandana.."

"I haven't seen anyone's parts all of my life how was i supposed to know right!?"

"Like..god...all that I ever dreamed about is that one day I would be big that i would have a beard! Its all gone.."

His voice cracks.

"H-hey that's alright...no one is stopping you from still being you!"

"Not when I start looking like a girl, one day everyone will know and they'd start treating me differently!...what if King Dedede finds out? What would he think? Am I going to get abandoned??"

Bandana grabbed Kirby's shoulder and shaked him out of panic.

"No wonder my voice never changes unlike boys my age, I wasn't even a boy after all!!" Tears gushed down his face.

"H-hey...there's nothing wrong with being a girl-" Kirby mumbled.

"I-It changes everything! You won't understand since you'd still look the same until I die!"

"..."

"..."

"D...don't say that.." Kirby felt hurt.

"I don't want this body I don't want to live like this! Im jealous of you Kirby! Of your power and your popularity and that you're a real boy!" Bandana ranted as he slams his fist on the cement floor weeping.

Kirby stood up and pats his orange hair.

"Bandana...I really get the feeling of how you're doomed to live the future you don't want." Kirby, with all of his power left tried not to cry, but tears kept gushing in, his shaking hand strokes his brothers orange hair in attempt to calm him down. He doesn't want to hear him spout more of such stupid words.

"The future I'll live is that I will witness all of my loved ones die...I will witness...you..die.." Kirby's voice was breaking apart.

Bandana heavily breathes as he wipes his tears.

"You don't know how afraid I am that one day all of you will just slip through my fingers and I could do nothing about it! And do you really think I want to be me? How I'm always the one to step up on every single disaster just because I have powers I didn't ask for!!" Kirby cried.

The atmosphere felt heavier , they both have their own fears, their own consequences that they'll have to deal with the rest of their life. Bandana didn't mean to hurt Kirby at all, for a moment he wished he could be young for very long and capable as Kirby, but as he watches his pink brother burst in tears no one would like to have a future destined to watch everything you love gone, to watch everything die. Kirby would stop valuing friends in the next thousand years, all of them will be just another lifespan he would barely age through.

Bandana realizes his mistake, his little brother needs him, Bandana has never felt strong emotions like these before, he hates it.

He took a deep breath, they could only think rationally when they're calm.

He apologized.

"I'm..I'm so sorry Kirby, my mind was in shambles I didn't think of what I said.." bandana Dee hugged the little one and sobbed. "It was stupid of me to get jealous of you. I'm sorry for making you cry."

He embrace him tighter.

".....it's..its..okay...don't worry! You know..You're the best brother I could ask for Bandana Dee, and always will be..." Kirby sniffled and hugged back, Kirby isn't okay but he really just wants the situation to be over.

"You too man...you too.."

Bandana Dee and Kirby wiped their tears and stood up, they cheered each other up, everything will be okay. As long as they have their family and friends healthy and alive, they would live those times to the fullest.

With their eyes worn out of crying, it did take them a while to get over it together, a hefty amount of junk food from Bandana's secret snack stash definitely helped their nerves out.

"There should be some sort of magic spell out there to change your body." Kirby suggested.

"It could make me look worse, I don't really trust magic.."

"We'll find a way soon nuff!"

"Of course!"

"When do well tell King dedede? Or do we? It's really up to you..."

"I want to get it off my chest now, after all it's him who I trust the most!"

"Alright!"

The two held hands and entered the throne room, Kirby felt Bandanas hand get colder and shiver, he gave him a big ol pat and told him it will be alright.

"Well if it isn't Bandana Dee!" The king greeted.

"Your majesty!!...I uhh..I want to tell you something...it's uhm.." he stuttered.

⭐ Notes ⭐

Kirby says trans rights

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can i request consensual hate sex between bakugou and f!reader

Oooooh yassssss! This idea got better and better the more I thought about it, Nonny. Love it! I hope you enjoy this naughty little slice of grudge fuck pie. 💖

Riding The Fine Line 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT or I'll have my Big Scary BoomBoom Man blow your little ass up!

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"Oi! Who picked this shitty restaurant anyway?", Bakugou sneered as he walked towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "Oh look, Gorilla Man is here".

"Watch it, shitty girl. M'not in the mood for your shit tonight".

You'd made plans earlier in the week to meet Kiri and Mina for dinner. You knew Bakugou had been invited too, but after having suffered through it so many times over the past year or so of having some friends in common, you somehow managed to tolerate his presence. It helped that the drink you'd been sipping on made him somewhat less intolerable than usual.

It was like nails down a chalkboard every time Bakugou reared his big dumb head. His only redeeming quality was that he was quite easy on the eyes. Shame that such a hot guy is also such a huge asshole.

He's always given everyone a hard time, but unlike most people, you just wave a dismissive hand at him. And it makes him crazy. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get under your skin like he so easily does others. Oh, he annoys the piss out of you to be sure, but he doesn't hurt your feelings per se.

"Y'know, for such a massive ego yours sure is delicate, you meat head".

"Oh yeah? Well, for such a massive ass yours s-"

"God, Bakugou, do you ever just shut up?", you snipped.

Kiri and Mina both jumped in, laughing nervously and smoothing things over to lower the tension. He growled at you. You flipped him a subtle bird before looking away and trying to ignore him.

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Kiri's birthday was approaching and several of his friends decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. You, Denki, Mina, and ugh, as luck would have it, Bakugou, were are all put in charge of decorating his house while some other friends took him out for dinner. Midway through, Mina whined while sorting through various sacks, "Oh no! We forgot the disposable rainbow shot glasses!" Mina had a way of putting a cute touch on everything she had her hands in. Denki offered to go with Mina to procure the missing miniature party cups, leaving you and Bakugou alone to hang streamers in Kiri's living room. Probably not the wisest of decisions, but consider the source. 👀

It didn't take long after they were gone for Bakugou to start in on you with his bullshit. Only this time no one was around to referee. You groaned. This was going to be a free for all. You'd already both cut eyes at each other a couple of times.

"You're not doing it right, dumbass!"

"That's a matter of opinion and you can shove yours up your ass, dumbass".

He flipped you off saying, "You can shove this up your ass!", then turned back to his task.

You were so done. Without thinking, you reared back and hurled the roll of streamers as hard as you could, nailing him right in the back of the head. Damn, it felt good.

He whipped around, a vein popping out of his forehead, clenching his teeth. You were quite proud of your aim until he made little explosions in his free hand and said, "You're really pushing your luck with me, woman! If we weren't in Kiri's house right now I'd blast you right through that fucking wall!"

"Pfft, whatever! You wouldn't do shit. You're all bark and no bite, you fucking douche canoe!"

"You ever stop to think that maybe if you weren't such a bitch guys might actually want to talk to you?"

That did it. He'd finally found one of your hot buttons and you couldn't take his shit anymore. You marched right up to him and got right up in his face, height difference be damned.

"You know what, fuck you, Bakugou! I'm not normally like this! You're the only person who…drives me to this madness!", you spat with tears in your eyes.

A second later, his hands were on either side of your face, crashing his lips down onto yours. You were so shocked you froze before pulling away from him, staring at him in astonishment. He just stood there, huffing, glaring back at you, waiting.

You stepped forward and pushed him, his back hitting the wall, hard. But before he could protest, your lips were on his again. He grabbed you by your arms and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You slipped your tongue past your open mouth, his meeting yours halfway as he pushed his knee between your legs. He pressed his thigh against your sex, shoving his growing cock against your thigh in the process.

Taking the bottom of his shirt into two fistfuls, you eagerly pushed it up to his chest, exposing his washboard abs and god-like pecs. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor while your shaky hands got busy with his belt and zipper, urgently, like you couldn't get to him soon enough. But his will took over when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head so he could peel your shirt off. He dipped down to take a mouthful of your tit, cupping what he couldn't fit in his rough hand, swirling his tongue around your nipple, sucking, then releasing you from the inside of his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue over your pink nub. You grabbed two handfuls of his ash blond locks and arched your back off the wall as he gave your other breast the same treatment.

You impatiently tugged on his hair, hungry for the taste of his sweet lips again. Your tongues once again fought for dominance and you gasped when he picked you up in one swift movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to Kiri's bedroom, swinging the door shut behind him before slamming your back against it.

"Put me down", you said forcefully.

He stopped sucking on your neck long enough to rasp, "And why the fuck should I?"

"Because I want to get into your fucking pants, asshole".

For once you two agreed on something and with your feet back on the floor, you got back to work on his pants before reaching in and wrapping your hand around his hot dick. Shit, you could barely get your fingers all the way around it, it was so thick. You stroked him a couple of times before pulling him out, exposing his manhood in all of its mouth-watering glory.

He ran his hand down his sculpted stomach, spreading his fingers to either side of his girth. "Like what you see?" You realized you were staring at his dick and the pre that dripped from it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?", you sassed.

He growled and spun you around, pushing your front against the wall and swiftly closing in behind you. Wisps of your (color) hair fluttered around his hot breath as he breathed down your neck. "You keep on tryin' to hide it, but you want me just as much as I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make an honest girl outta ya".

His battle-hardened hands found their way down your back, around your waist and all the way to your belly before he slid them down, his fingers reaching below your waistband. You willed him to push his hands further down, pressing your backside against his erection. He used one deft hand to unbutton your pants and work your zipper down, granting himself better access. When he mercifully slipped his middle finger between your folds, you couldn't choke back the moan that emerged from the back of your throat.

"Damn", he growled behind your ear, "for someone who can't stand me, your pussy sure is wet for me".

"Shut up", you gritted through your teeth.

The feeling of the rough pad of his finger teasing your swollen clit nearly sent you over the edge. But it was short-lived and you whined when he pulled his hand away to shove your pants down around your ankles, accompanied by your damp panties. Your hands slid down the wall as he yanked your ass back towards him. You hung your head and watched the head of his cock as Bakugou fucked your thighs, back and forth over your slit, coating his fat cock with your slick, readying himself.

When he began pushing into you, your legs shook from the sheer pressure as he slowly filled you up. When he bottomed out, he held himself still, at least considerate enough to give you time to adjust to his size. He waited until you started grinding against him before grabbing your hips, and slowly withdrawing.

"Now let's see if I can fuck all that hate for me out of you". Before you could retort, he slammed his cock back into you, your pitiful cry mixed with his loud groan echoing off the walls of Kiri's bedroom. He set his pace, steady and hard, the cold buckle of his open belt pressing into your skin with every crash of his hips.

"Yeah, who knows? Maybe if you'd get your dick wet every once in a while you wouldn't act like one", you quipped, voice faltering as he pounded into you.

He slowed his pace to bend over you, pushing your hair out of the way before biting down on the nape of your neck.

"Oww!! What the fuck?!"

He stood up straight again, laughing and said, "All bark and no bite, hah? You just hadn't pushed me far enough yet!" The sweet and salty mixture of his sweat and your need could be heard with every loud slap of his skin against yours.

"Fuck! Bakugou-", you whined in spite of yourself.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gave it a firm tug. "When're ya gonna stop callin' me by m'last name and call me Katsuki instead?"

"When you stop acting like a raging asshole towards me", you managed as he fucked the breath out of you.

"Brave words for someone in such a compromising position. Now - say - my - fucking - name!". Each word came with its very own plunge of his cock into your mess of a cunt.

Your legs started to give out. "Katsuki!" You hadn't meant to obey him, but he'd kept his word and made you honest.

"That's better". You could hear the smirk in his voice after hearing his first name fall from your quivering lips.

You turned to face him when he pulled out, kissing him hard, his fingers going into your hair. You inched backwards onto the bed, Katsuki crawling in towards you with a primal look in his crimson eyes before nestling his thighs between yours and sheathing himself deep inside you again. Your head rolled back as you arched your back off the bed. Gods, the feeling of him filling you up was quickly becoming your new favorite sensation.

He nuzzled his face against your neck as he rutted into you, pulling your thigh up to his hip bone, raking his teeth against your skin. His breathing had become more labored and he started thrusting faster, your pleasure mounting with the increased friction of his pubic bone against your clit until rays of bliss shot out from every pore of your skin at the speed of light.

"K-ka-tsuki, I'm c-cumming hahh oh goddd!" The pulsating grip that you had on him finally sent him to his end as well, growling your name and cursing between clenched teeth, burying himself deep inside you as he unloaded rope after thick rope of his white hot cum into your snug, soft warmth.

"Seems Shitty Hair’s gonna get more than one surprise tonight", Katsuki said, catching his breath.

You laughed so hard that Katsuki hissed at the feeling of your walls squeezing his sensitive cock so soon after his orgasm.

"You still hate me?", he asked, brushing his lips against yours, supporting his weight with his elbows.

"Hmm...that depends", you said thoughtfully, tracing the cut of his back muscles with your fingertips.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you'd still fuck me if I don't hate you".

He smirked. "I'd still hit it even if you love me", he whispered, showing his softer side as he kissed you, smiling.

[alrightberries]

Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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