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cvtqr · 4 years

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thought you were my good girl?

pairings; erwin smith x f!reader (ft. levi ackerman)

warnings; age gap, masturbation, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, thigh riding, slight bondage, degradation, man-handling

f/n l/n, erwin smith’s spoiled little princess. a good girl, always doing anything to make him happy. in his eyes, you were an angel. he loved you, more than he'd like to admit. anything you wanted... you got. no matter what the cost was, you got it without even having to ask twice.

you both lived in a huge, beautiful penthouse. just the two of you. you met him almost two years ago on a sugar daddy website. he was on there, not expecting to actually find someone like you. you on the other hand, were looking for some old guy, just to mess with for sometime, since you needed the money. but the moment you saw someone like erwin, still in his 30s, you were hooked instantly.

“y/n should probably be sleeping by now, you may stay for a few drinks if you'd like.” the taller man opened the front door of the penthouse, holding it open for one of his colleagues.

the penthouse was dark when he opened the door, meaning you were in your shared bedroom, probably asleep. he left you alone all night, as he went on a business dinner. he was home earlier than expected, but told you not to wait up for him anyway.

“i suppose i could.” the raven haired man took his dress shoes off by the front door, along with erwins. “haven't been here in awhile, where's the bathroom again?”

erwin dropped his keys down on the kitchen island, before walking toward the hallway, motioning his head over. levi caught up to erwin, walking behind him. the guest bathroom was just two doors down from the master bedroom.. but he stopped in his tracks, right in front of the door. opened just a crack, the dim moonlight peaked out into the hallway. but that wasn't why he stopped.

“what's wrong-” before levi said anything more, he heard it too. the sound of sweet, soft moans coming from the bedroom. erwin gently placed his hand on the door knob, opening it enough just to get a view of what was happening.

the king sized bed was still nicely made, big plush comforter still tucked into the head board. and you, practically drowning in the big pile of pillows. you were wearing part of a new pajama set that just came in the mail earlier. the slightly oversized, silky tank top hung onto your shoulders. you were wearing the matching pair of panties, but they were shoved to the side as your two dainty fingers were shoved into your pretty cunt. legs open, yourself on display for anyone who opened that door.

you didn't even notice him opening the door, walking over to the bed. no, you were too busy chasing your orgasm as your head was thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut.

what you did suddenly feel though, was the mattress sinking in. jumping up quickly, you pulled your fingers right out of your cunt.

“erwin-”

“c’mere, now.” he patted his thigh, indicating for you to come over. crawling to the edge of your bed, you hesitantly sat yourself on erwin’s thigh. trying to distract him from what he just saw, you pulled him into a hug. “i missed you!”

“y/n.” he pulled your arms off of him by your wrists, placing them on either side of you. “what did i say about touching yourself without permission?”

giving him a small pout, you looked up at the ceiling. “that i’m not allowed to.”

“and what does it make you?”

“makes me a slut.” you mumbled out the words, barely loud enough for him to hear. “but it was just this once! i swear i won't ever do it again!” since your wrists were still restrained on either side of you, you just snuggled your head into his warm chest.

“that's what you said last time... thought you were my good girl?” you subtly started small movements in your hips, grinding yourself down into erwin’s thigh. “what?i am... am your good girl.”

“really, so when did i tell you that you could fuck yourself into my thigh while i’m trying to talk to you?” not even realizing you've been grinding down obviously faster.. and harder. “wanna cum that badly?”

“yes!” erwin let his guard down for just a moment when you wiggled your hands out of his grip, latching onto his shoulders. you bounced and dragged yourself up and down on his thigh. letting out an annoyed sigh, he placed his large hands on your hips, moving you faster. what you didn't know... he was making eye contact with levi, who was standing in the door frame, leaning casually.

“gonna cum-”

“no.” and just like that, your orgasm was ripped away from you. his strong hands brought your hips to a complete stop.

“quite a performance... and you're always bragging about how good she is for you.”

getting completely startled, you whipped your head around to be face to face with the infamous mr.ackerman, with an obvious growing tent in his pants. for some reason, knowing that levi was watching you made your cunt clench around nothing. “mr.ackerman-!”

“levi.” you were interrupted by erwins deep voice, in a sturdy tone. “no worries, i’ll see myself out.”

and just like that, the raven haired man closed your bedroom door. going home to fuck his fist in a cold shower.

right when the door shut, you were flipped around, right onto your stomach. the growing bulge in erwin’s pants was started to get more and more uncomfortable being trapped in the material. he undid the tie around his dress shirt, taking it into his hands.

pulling your wrists behind your back, he tightly tied them together, keeping them in place. your panties were ripped off, torn it two. it was okay though, erwin would just replace them tomorrow morning. you heard the buckle of his belt undo, and the zipper falling from his pants. “i bet you were getting more aroused at the fact another man was watching you act so slutty.”

“no! i wasn-” you were quickly cut off with erwin’s hand pushing your head down into the mattress. “bad girls don't get permission to talk.”

he used his free hand to pull your hips up, displaying your ass in the air for him. once you had yourself held up by your knees, he took his hand and guided his cock up and down your slick folds, lathering himself in your juices. lining himself up with you, he finally pushed the head of his cock in. you would never get used to the size of him. he was too thick and long, way more than you could ever handle. you couldn't help but moan out, feeling so full from so little.

feeling him push in more, you felt the burn. he was moving quicker than usual, not giving you a chance to tell him to slow down. inch by inch he pushed in until he was balls deep inside you. he didn't have absolutely no mercy though, you were still his little princess after all. he gave you a few seconds to adjust before pulling himself out, and jamming right back in.

his thrusts hurt at first, but quickly changed to pleasure as you felt yourself clamp down onto him. you couldn't help but scream into the pillows beneath you. his thrusts were speeding up, as he rammed in and out of your tight cunt.

“fuck.” he hissed, while tightening his grip on your hip. removing the hand from your head, he slipped it underneath your neck, wrapping it around your throat. he then used the grip to pull you up to his chest, not slowing his thrusts even by a second.

at this point, your mouth just hung open with no words coming out. after a few more thrusts, he pushed you back forward onto the bed, leaning into you as he pounded in your pussy. undoing the tie, your hands were now free.

that didn't last for long though. in one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, not letting his cock pry out of you. he continued fucking himself into your poor cunt, while pinning your arms down to the bed.

not long after, he pushed your legs up all the way to your chest. he was ruthlessly destroying you.

with the new position, he was hitting deeper and in new spots.

“want me to fill you up, brat?”

“yes! pl...- please want you to fill me up so, so... bad!” you felt your hole spasm around erwin’s cock, not even giving you a second to think as you creamed all over it. it wasn't your fault! you couldn't even control it coming out!

a small ‘tch’ fell from his lips as his final trust allowed him to cum straight into your pussy. after fucking through both of your high’s he pulled out, cum pouring all over the expensive bed spread.

for some reason you enjoyed that more than you should have.

maybe you should rile him up more.

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ahsxual · 4 years

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Purple and Green Desire

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Female!Reader

Summary: You wanted to make J a surprise by painting your hair half purple, half green, and provoke him to see what his reaction would be. Little did you know what would come for you...

Warnings: Rough and mad J, possessive and jealous J, J scaring the reader, reader with psychotic thoughts, sir kink, dom/sub, vaginal sex, hard spanking, oral sex (male and female), fingering, nipple play, some blood involved, swearing, degradation, a little bit of edging, mentions of anal sex

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,2 k

A/N: Sooo this was supposed to be posted on Halloween, but as always I'm late. I had this idea a while ago, and thought: "why not write a smut out of it?". I thought it would be a good idea to join your request and my ideas together, my lovely @mountainjiwish. Thank you so much for your incredible idea!! I wanted to write something like this for so long, but I thought I wouldn't be able to write such a rough J fic... but how do we know we're not good at something if we don’t try it? Anyway, I still hope you all enjoy it <33

In the last few months, your life has changed drastically. You never thought you would be where you were right now, however you couldn't complain about it, not at all. How could you? You received what you had always wanted and desired for the longest time, something you had always idealized, waiting for your darkest kinks turn into reality with someone you trusted... and he, well, he could have his little toy only for himself, something he didn't know how tremendously he craved until he landed his hungry eyes on you.

If it was possible, your relationship would be seen as extremely toxic by others: you didn't have, or at least you never admitted out loud, the true feelings you had for each other. You just made your darkest wishes come true every time you were together, feeding the hunger that was growing inside your hearts and cores, and that only you could make that happen.

He could be compared to the biggest and most dangerous lion in the jungle, and you to a little masochist deer who would always be eager for the lion to come after you, and eat you in the most cruel way possible. But what was "funny" to you, was the fact that the lion would never let his deer escape from him without causing it some deep wounds... however, he would never kill the deer, wanting for it to come back to him so he could catch it and have some fun. That was the game you both enjoyed playing since day one.

Today was october 31st, your favorite day of the year. Why? It's simple: on this day, you felt like you could be yourself, without being judged or being too obvious that you also had psychopathic instincts. Of course you had your own dark thoughts. Of course you also had the cruel desire to rip someone's throat every time they messed with you or with someone you loved. But you didn't have enough courage to cause such bloody chaos, so instead you decided to be with someone who represented your inner self. Unlike you, J does not fear the consequences of his acts, or even feels guilty. But you do, so that's why it's so much funnier to watch the world burn by someone you love. That way you don't have to feel guilty about anything, because you didn't do anything by your own hands, right? You're not guilty for liking to see the blood coming out of people's mouth and eyes, while they scream in agony. You're not guilty for craving so much to watch the world be destroyed by the scalding fire before your sadic eyes, to love someone who would realize your wishes for you. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered is that you wanted to surprise J, to show him once agaim how a good and dedicated submissive you are for him.

You painted your hair half purple, half green, and put it in two ponytails, each one with a different color, while your makeup also had those gorgeous colors. You wanted to look sexy, yet cute and innocent for him, even if you were the bratiest woman he had ever met in his entire life. And believe me... he had met a lot of girls. Yet none of them were as good as you, and none of them would be loyal and stay with him for so long, even when he had been considered a monster before everyone's eyes... but not yours. He always saw you as his little bunny, his little doll, his little loyal masochist... and he surely planned to keep you for himself for a very long, long time. Your outfit was a little different and scandalous too: you dressed yourself in a fit leather dress you had recently bought, with the highest leather boots you had in your wardrobe, while wearing your sexiest black lace thong briefs and the choker with a diamond "J" on it that he gave you in the beginning of your "relationship". This item was utterly sacred. He always made you to wear it: everyday, at any second of the day, so you wouldn't forget to who you belong to. You then thought carefully if you should wear a bra or not, and decided it would be better if you didn't wear any at all, before putting a comfortable leather jacket on.

You checked yourself in the mirror and for what felt like an eternity, you felt stunning. Halloween never failed to make you feel more confident about yourself, neither the expensive clothes J "bought" you or the compliments he gaves after seeing you wearing them. You stared in the mirror a little while, until you realized that you had something that was excessive on your body: the "J" choker. You knew too well that he would be furious if he didn't see you wearing it... but after all, that's what you wanted, to see the ravenous lion being released from its cage. However, you didn't feel satisfied. Not yet. You were also planning something else to make him even more mad: what about, pretending you went to a party without his gift and permission, while using your favorite perfume in your most exuberant outfit, and then not giving him the attention he always craved from you? Deep down, you even feared he would kill you out of anger, because of your malicious and provocative plan... oh, you really didn't know who you were messing with. But thinking about it, what better way to die than to have sex with the person you were so immensely addicted to?

When you finished fixing your hair by making each ponytail look messy, you heard the door of your house being closed so hard that you genuinely believed he had broken it, which meant he was already mad. Perfect. You ran to your room and started to act normal, pretending to be packing your sex toys. But now that he was there, you felt yourself slightly shaking from pure fear and anticipation. You had a slight idea of what was coming, you just didn't know the gravity of it.

Suddenly your room's door was carefully opened, which wasn't a good sign. The calm before the storm. Maybe he felt your perfume from afar, and knowing that you would only use it for very special occasions, and that he wasn't there with you before, it only meant you did use it for something else. He could even be compared to a quiet dangerous dog, because of his keen sense of smell... and because of his unpredictable behavior. You could sense his stare burning into your back, but you acted like you had a durable shield against his fervent fire. You purposely positioned yourself in a way so that he had a good view of what you were doing: packing your sex toys that were forbidden to be used, unless J used them on you. Now, you could feel and smell the hot and suffocating flames of his fire getting way too intense. You then finished packing them under your bed, and stood up to take your jacket off, making sure he noticed you weren't wearing the choker he gave you.

"You don't look very joyful. Rough day?" you answered contemptuously, calmly taking your boots off in the process. From his point of view, you went somewhere else to do who knows what without his permission, and since you were too desesperate and lazy to undress yourself first, you masturbated with your clothes on. According to his perspective, you didn’t give a shit about his rules, like the obedient slut you should be to him.

Saying that his glare towards you was terrifying and caused shivers down your spine, was an absolute understatement. You instantly regreted making all of this up, but it was too late. Now, you would have to deal with the real consequences of your brat decisions. J slowly walked towards you, making you unconsciously step back until you met the rigid wall of your suddenly cold room. He was so close to you, making you feel his hot, yet deep and rhythmic breathing on your face, and without your leather boots, you felt once again intimidated by his much taller figure. He took this opportunity to analyze you better: your messy colored ponytails and makeup, that for a moment almost made him crack a smile because of your choices, your sexy outfit... to the absence of your necklace.

"Something is ah... missing on ya, dont'cha think, doll? Huh?" completely ignoring your question, he calmly, yet dangerously asked, making known the fact that he instantly noticed you weren't wearing his precious and meaningful accessory. His gloved hands slid to your naked neck and grabbed it forcefully, making you unable to respond him, because of the lacking of air in your throat and lungs. Once he realized you would literally pass out if he continued to choke you, he slightly let it go, just enough to make you receive some oxygen to your now extremely frightened brain.

"I don't k-know what you're talking about..." you really weren't one to give up easily. You wanted to see how your little game would end, even though you had just been almost choked to death. His pupils became so much darker once he realized what game you were playing.

"Ya don't... know?" he suddenly started laughing maniacally, the loudest and scariest sound you had ever heard in your entire life. You knew he had already discovered what your intentions were, however he still didn't know if the fact that you went out with someone else and played with yourself, was true. Yet you would keep him thinking about that... What a strong and determined woman you were.

His laugh started to slow down and his not so happy expression returned to his scarred face. "Do I really need to ah... remind ya of the rules dollface, huh?" his voice was deeper and hoarse, and you could tell he was trying to contain his humiliating words towards you to himself... at least for now. He walked away from you to grabbed the box under your bed, keeping an intense eye contact with you, and put it above the bed. You were watching very attentively with each step he made, not having the courage to look away from him. He then grabbed each vibrator you had, and started to break them with his own hands. Since when did he have so much strength??

"J, what the hell?!" you screamed at him and the moment you took a step forward, he nimbly took a knife from his pocket and pointed it in your direction.

"Ata-tada!" he warned you with his fatal object in his left hand while giving you a sharp stare, making you return immediately to your initial position. "Dont'cha wanna make things harder for yourself. This is all your fault." he grabbed a broken piece of your favorite vibrator and threw it caressly to a random corner of your room. Much to your control, your eyes started to water instantly: you wanted to provoke him, not ending up having your dear toys broken. But that's what you get when you get on J's nerves... and this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you...

A single tear came out of your eye and you instantly looked way, ashamed for feeling so unnecessarily sad for having your sexual toys destroyed. You closed your eyes, and all you could only hear, was your own sobs and his heavy steps.

"Shh-Shh why are ya crying bunny? Ya knew this was ah... gonna happen the moment you messed with your owner, didn't ya?" you didn't answer to him. You were way too pissed to give him what he wanted, but once again... you made the wrong choice. "ANSWER ME!" you never felt so intimidated by anyone the way you did at that moment. You were now trembling with fear, and even if you didn't want to admit it, you were also trembling by lust, excitement and hunger for him. He suddenly harshly grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him: your makeup was already ruined because of the mix of emotions that filled your slippery salty tears, and by his rough movements on your face.

"YES!!" you responded the loudest you could, but he didn't seem satisfied.

"Yes, what?!" he asked calmer while tightening his grip on your aching jaw, yet he was calm by far.

"Yes sir!!!" for the first time for what felt like hours, you saw a proud grin form on his scarred cheeks. You unconsciously smiled too, but that didn't last for too long since he caressly shoved you against the bed. If your bed wasn't so soft, you were sure you would have bruises or even broken your face. He then roughly pinned your hands together, and tied them tightly with some handcuffs he found in the box beside you both. He turned you on your back, and instantly placed a knife on your jaw. You didn't dare to move, because if you did... that scene would definitely turn into a bloody mess. He was so concentrated on your body, memorizing every detail of your soft skin into his psychotic mind, and without a warning, he cut your dress in half with his pointy knife, and this time, you didn't dare to complain.

"Hmm, no bra..?" he pretended to look surprised and looked like he didn't care about your decision, but his body language betrayed his mind since his excitement was way more noticeable. "Now tell me... how ah... naughty and filthy can ya be, huh?" he then grabbed your hips with such force that you knew for sure he would leave dark bruises there. You didn't know anymore if it was the fact that you were so distracted in leading your own emotions, or if it was due to you being completely consumed by pure desire, that you didn't prepare yourself from what was coming: you suddenly felt his sharpened knife being softly, yet firmly craved into your chest. You couldn't see it, but you did feel the fatal object drawing a "J" letter on your once soft chest. He wanted to mark you forever, so if a goddamn choker couldn't make that happen... a deep scar definitely will. Your screams were mistaken for loud moans, so he continued to do his work, blood running out of your body into the sheets, that were once white, into a dark, permanent red.

When he turned you around, you felt another hot and painful sensation, but this time on your butt cheek, so painful and hard it was, that you almost fell out of the bed, only to be abruptly grabbed by your ponytails to make you still.

"Where do ya think you're going, huh?" he pushed you to himself by each ponytail. A muffled sound of pleasure and pain came out involuntarily of your mouth, yet you couldn't care less.

"Please..." you pleaded, blinded by the absurd amount of pleasure that was running into your veins for him.

"Please what, huh? Tell me... Tell your sir want you ah... desire from him. And if ya behave like ah... good little slut for him, maybe he will reward ya." you opened your eyes that were previously tightly closed and looked deep into eyes, noticing that his eyes were now completely black, like he was possessed by the devil himself. You could feel his huge and solid bulge leaning against your now reddish ass since he pulled you so close to him, and you knew that everything was finally leading to where you wanted.

"I want more... please sir, I want you to destroy me..." the moment those words came out of your mouth, he totally lost it. Neither him or you could hold yourselves anymore. With your leather dress thrown into a corner, your ass was now exposed. He caressed your butt not so softly with his strong hands, admiring the gorgeous view for a few seconds. Oh, how he loved to see his doll with lace.

Your room was then filled with loud moans, deep groans from him, and even louder sounds of skin being roughly spanked. He knows your limits very well, so he stopped once he noticed you couldn't take it anymore: after all, the pain is beauty for him, but so is pleasure and trust from both sides. Your ass was now covered in shades of dark purple and red, a view that J never got tired of... in fact, it was his favorite.

"The purple really ah... suits ya, doll. So does the green and the red..." he whispered more to himself, getting lost in the beauty of the job you both did: the spanking session he just gave you, and the look you chose for yourself that had everything to do with him, as it proved your submission for him as well. While he was saying that, you were trying to catch your breath and collect yourself from what just happened. Your ass was hurting so bad, and you were sure you wouldn't be able to sit properly for weeks, but the pleasure that came from it... it made it all worth it. You were almost getting your breath back, almost, when you felt your ponytails getting pulled once again. He really liked the idea of the colored ponytails, you proudly thought for yourself.

"Ata-tada, ya weren't going ta sleep on me, now would ya? Oh sweet cheeks, we are just-getting-started..." you shaked your head, and before he could punish you again, you immediately remembered what you must do.

"No sir!! I won't upset you again... I-I promise I will be a good slut for you!" you obediently answered, fearing to be punished again. Your makeup must be already ruined because of your uncontrollable crying. Your cheeks were covered in a black mascara, and purple and green makeup that was very blurred because your previous position, so it was practically inevitable to rub your face against the bed. This was something that always made J's pants twist with randiness: the messier, the better.

After your response, you heard a satisfied groan from his throat: he had already forgotten the fact that he was extremely mad, only for that feeling be replaced and completely consumed by lust. He then approached your neck and sucked it roughly, leaving marks that would last for a very long time because of the force it was made, while grabbing your throat to make you still. It came to your mind the idea of him being a vampire who was immensely thirsty by your blood.

You gently rubbed your ass on his throbbing, hard cock: it hurted really bad, but it was the only movement you could do to caught his attention, since he was restraining almost all of your body movements.

"Someone is feeling really eager, huh? Ha! All it takes is ta teach ya some ah... manners, to get those panties all soaked for me..." after that, he ripped your lace briefs with his own hands, making you flinch, and then put two long gloved fingers in you. He was never a very patient man and he wasn’t going to be now, so he started to finger you as fast as he could, curling his skilled fingers into your g-spot from time to time. It felt like pure bless, and it was impossible for you to contain all of your sweet sounds. But even if you did, you knew you would be in real trouble for containing them: J loved to hear your moans and screams of pleasure and pain for him, so he had forbidden you to hide them from him. When you were about to cum, he turned you around and replaced his experienced fingers by his hot and wet tongue on your clit, sucking it hard.

" Oh God, J!!" you moaned as loud as you could, and if it weren't the cuffs holding you still, you would ride your orgasm while fucking his face. This was the first time he let you cum without edging you first. Looks like he's feeling generous. Yet neither of you would be satisfied with only one orgasm, especially you, and J knew it.

"God has nothing to do with your ah... pleasure, doll. I am the only one who makes ya cum like a fucking squirter whore, do ya hear me?" he grabbed your face hard enough to make it hurt, and then forced you to look at him while he slowly sucked his gloved fingers with your juices on it, right in front of your face, wanting to make a show for you. "Hmm, always so... tasty." he admitted with the sexiest tone you have ever heard from anyone. "But now... I've gotta prepare ya for da real deal." once he said that, he pushed three fingers into your mouth.

You could taste your own cum and his saliva mixed on his fingers, and you would be lying if you said it wasn't your favorite taste. You knew you had little time to adjust to his fingers, trying so hard to control yourself from gagging... and that was what was worrying you, since if you couldn't take his fingers... it would be ten times worse once you sucked his dick. He decided to take his fingers off of your wet mouth, since his cock was starting to get so tight in his pants, to the point of being painful. While he was unbuttoning his pants, you took the chance to breathe properly, yet that didn't last too long.

"Come here." he ordered while he grabbed your legs, and then pushed them out of the bed to make you kneel on the ground, before grabbing your freshly painted purple and green ponytails.

"Now open wide that pretty mouth of yours. Sir is gonna ah... feed his slut until she's full." with a smirk printed on his scarred white and red cheeks, he wasted no time in shoving his erected cock inside your already wet mouth. "Fuck! That mouth of yours never fails to get me all riled up, dollface!" he started laughing maniacally right after while thrusting faster and harder into your mouth. You could barely breathe, especially when he shoved all of his dick down on your throat, only to get it out for a few seconds before shoving it back inside, where it belongs. Your boobs (that were also covered in blood because his previous signature he made especifically for you), upper legs and even the floor were covered in saliva and some of his cum, and you couldn't wait for him to release all of his cum inside your mouth... you couldn't wait to make him proud of you.

You started to feel his movements getting sloppier, his groans and breath getting uncontrollably deeper, and his dick twitching in your throat. You could tell he was close, and the moment you felt your ponytails getting pulled closer to his pubic hair, you knew that was it.

"Fuck!" he loudly cursed before releasing all of his cum inside your mouth and down through your sore throat. His taste felt more salty than before, but you still managed to swallow it. It was too much cum for you to keep in your mouth, so some of it escaped from it into the ground. After looking at you silently, he caught your attention by his demanding tone towards you.

"What are ya waiting for, huh? Clean your mess. Now." his glare was fatal, and his hold on your hair started to become unbearable, so you didn't challenge him any further. You crouched down on the ground and started to lick the rest of his cum that fell out of your tiny mouth, yearning a satisfied groan from him after you were done.

"Good girl..." he praised, before helping you getting up from the rigid floor to kiss you passionately. You melted completely into the kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance and obviously winning, until you felt his sharp, yellow teeth bitting your lower lip, making it bleed. He sucked all of your blood like his life depended on it, and you couldn't help but feel wetter with each second. Seems like J wants to be a vampire for halloween this year.

When he got bored of it, he pushed you onto the bed, and lifted you legs around his neck once he was positioned on top of you. You could tell he was really hard again, until you felt him rubbing only the tip of his cock on your clit. He remained in that position for some time, creating the perfect amount of friction on your clit to make you squirm under him. It seemed strange, however it was something you learned from him that felt so incredibly good. He decided to suck your hard nipples meanwhile, which made you gasp because of the unexpected, yet very welcome act, and moan harder. When you were about to cum, he shoved himself inside your dripping cunt, this time having no mercy on you. His thrusts were fast, hard and pounded you so deeply, that you could swear you were seeing shiny stars all over your room.

"Oh fuck, right there sir, please let me cum!!!" you closed your eyes, only to be slapped in the face as a warning to keep them wide open.

"Ya wanna cum, huh? Do ya think you deserve it?" he asked, staring into your soul to see if you would dare lie to him. "Dirty sluts don't get to cum, and believe me when I say that I'm gonna fucking destroy ya." after that, he put both of his gloved hands around your neck, grabbing it with such force with the porpuse to punish you from your supposed desobedience. You could see the madness itself returning to his eyes, and before you weren't able to talk anymore by lack of air, you decided to expose the truth to him, before it was too late for you.

"I-I didn't go anywhere! I didn't f-fuck anyone and... a-and I didn't go to any p-party!" it was so difficult to talk, but at the same time, in the situation and position you were currently on, it made you cum so hard without even getting time to ask him for permission, yet he didn't care about it since he was now focused on what you said.

"What?" he looked so confused, and his eyes started to return to their original color, getting also softer in the process. He suddenly stopped fucking you, and in that moment you thanked to whoever was up there for letting you cum before he stopped.

"I-I just wanted to make you mad... I wanted this..." you admitted, ashamed for making yourself look silly and desperate in front of him. You couldn't tell if he was still mad and irritated, or relieved. Maybe all of them, because now he had the guarantee that you obeyed him and didn't fuck anyone else.

"Oh, doll... If ya want me to fuck ya this hard, all ya need to do his to ask nicely. But ya like to play games instead, dont'cha? I always knew how kinky you were. Then congratulations, ya got what ya wanted! Ya really pissed me off, but dont'cha think you're gonna get out of this that ah... easily..." he warned you. For some reason, he decided to look at your bedside table, only to discover where your very badly hidden J’s choker had landed. He grabbed the innocent object, that was also the responsible for the best sex of your life, while still being inside of you, and then put it back where it belongs: on your neck. After making sure his gift was well tightened around your neck, he took his dick out of your vagina and lined it up right with your tight ass hole.

Now this was going to be a long night...

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imaginesfora3 · 3 years

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Can I request 8, 22, 25 and 29 with Masumi and Azami?

Izumida Azami:

8. ♥ Are they loyal to their partners?

There’s not much that matters more to Azami than loyalty. Azami’s eyes don’t stray, not for a single second, and once he’s pledged his loyalty to you it’s clear he’s in it for the long run. He takes everything relationship related very seriously and the courting ritual you went through was time-consuming, and a little old-fashioned, but it showed you that Azami wanted to do it right. He wasn’t about to waste his time on doing all of this for you simply to cheat on you or do something else foolish that would destroy the trust he had built up with you.

22. ♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.

Azami would sacrifice his pride as he did the more traditional route of asking your parents for permission to marry you. He knew above all that only your answer mattered but he felt it was better to announce his intentions rather than just have your parents in the dark, depending on how close to them you were. He also hated more than anything have to discuss these types of things with his father as you marrying into his family would be quite a big deal, an embarrassingly big deal, but he was willing to deal with the brunt of the issues to give you peace of mind.

25. ♥ If they could choose their partner again, would they choose the same person?

Azami thinks it’s an awkward question. He doesn’t know what any other version of himself would do because the only one he truly knows is himself, and he knows he’s not exactly thinking about getting another partner. Who would continue dating someone that they wouldn’t pick again? Azami didn’t really get it.

29. ♥ How do they express their love to their partner?

By nagging you about your skin and overall care. Azami wanted you to live a long and healthy life, some of this admittedly coming from the trauma of losing his mother. He’s not a super stickler for being perfect health-wise in all senses of the word but he assures that you at least get regular check-ups. He also tended to get his frustrations out from you not caring enough about yourself by using your skin as an excuse to dote over you, using some of his best masks to spend the extra time with you so you could at least talk it out and understand his feelings.

Usui Masumi:

8. ♥ Are they loyal to their partners?

Masumi is loyal even before you were dating, having eyes only for you and refusing to so much as allow another person to think about him romantically (you had requested he not be so rude to those who confess as they could easily not know he was taken/enamored with someone else). Masumi worked hard to prove that he was the type of man to deserve being your boyfriend so there’s no chance he’d ever back down on his goal.

22. ♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.

Masumi was fully willing to give up on you. When he was younger the thought never would have crossed his mind and even now it killed him inside, the thought of you without another person was so soul-crushing he was sure he’d never love again. But he didn’t want to hold you back, he didn’t want you to be with him if you truly didn’t care for him in the same way, as he knew that would only wear him down, too. It’s a depressing realization to come to for him but if someone else manages to make you happy in a way that he couldn’t, then he’d have to concede defeat.

25. ♥ If they could choose their partner again, would they choose the same person?

Masumi would choose you again a thousand times, over and over, for the rest of eternity. He has it set in his heart that you’re soulmates, that you’re meant to find each other in each life no matter the circumstances that might keep you apart. You think it’s a surprisingly romantic view but Masumi feels like your connection is too intense for it to just be a one-off deal. He pulled back only slightly at your questioning, telling you with a pout that you were meant to be and he wouldn’t be giving you up easily even if fate tried to separate you.

29. ♥ How do they express their love to their partner?

With music. Masumi was pretty openly affectionate in all sorts of ways but music was a love language he was well-versed in. It was rare to get a full playlist but he always wanted you to listen to songs he found that reminded him of the two of you, some of them a little melancholy (from the times he thought he might not win you over) to more upbeat. You notice that he plays these songs on repeat more often than not when he first hears them and some of his favorite ones are love songs.

#Izumida Azami #Usui Masumi #A3 #A3!#A3 imagines #A3 x Reader #a3 act addict actors #act! addict! actors!#izumida azami x reader #usui masumi x reader #courting meme

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vagabondreamer · 3 years

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The brothers comfort a grieving MC

TW: Death, grieving, funeral

Summary: MC lost someone they were close to.

Author's Note: It's officially been a month since my brother's death, and it's still unbelievable. The obey me boys have always been comfort characters, but I did feel uncomfortable with the idea of writing about them because they are demons. I come from a religious background and I do believe in an afterlife, and as fun and cute as the obey me boys are, I don't believe in that reality. But I don't want to give up on writing about them, so I'm going to try to jump back into it. Thank you so much for those of you that reached out to me, and to those that support my writing.

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Lucifer

He learned of the news before you did. In fact, it was Barbatos that had reported it to Lord Diavolo and him during a meeting they were having. It was his duty to break the news to you, and he hated that he had to be the one to tell you. He knew all too well about loss. His wounds hadn't completely healed and the loss of his sister happened thousands of years ago - he couldn't imagine how a mere human could survive it.

He would break the news in your room. A place of comfort and solace. He'd sit on the edge of the bed with you, holding your hand as he breaks the news.

"MC...I'm sorry to tell you this, but..."

Had it been any of the other brothers you would think it was a bad joke, but it was Lucifer - he'd never joke about this.

He would pull you into a hug and let you cry, scream, shout, whatever you needed to do. He'd be right by your side.

With your permission, he'd help with funeral arragements.

Mammon

Mammon's usual behavior consists of barging on your personal space. There's no doubt he would charge into your room just to hang out. Once he saw you wrapped up in your covers, he'd first assume you were asleep, but his hearing would pick up the groans of anguish and sniffles coming from your nose.

"MC! What's wrong?"

He thought maybe a lesser demon did something mean to you. Whether or not you tell him, he'd figure out that it was something much more important. Those cries weren't from something small, no, those cries were from sorrow. His demeanor would completely change. He'd crawl into bed with you and hold you in his arms.

As days pass, he'd never leave your side. Too afraid that you'd never leave your room ever again.

Levi

You or one of his brothers had to inform him of what had happened. He's holed up in his room so often that a lifetime could pass by. He would've noticed that you stopped joining him for anime viewings/playing videogames, but he would have thought it's because you didn't want to hang out with him anymore.

He wouldn't know what to do. He's not one to know how to deal with emotions. You're his best friend - his Henry - but it was hard for him to reach out. You would have to stumble your way to his room if you wanted comfort of some sort. Only in the comfort of his room would he be able to support you.

Levi would put on happy animes/your favorite shows. He'd stay up all night if you wanted to talk about it, and he'd do it regardless if you didn't want to talk.

Satan

He found out pretty quickly. Whether he happened to hear it from Lucifer or from other sources is unknown. His approach is a lot more methodical compared to the others. He's read up of the 5 stages of human grief, and he knows all of the ways a person should confront it.

What he isn't prepared for is seeing you on the floor in a fetal position begging the higher powers for another chance. He knew you were hurting, but he had never expected you to be destroyed over another human. He was the only brother that didn't know his sister - not through his own thoughts - he didn't grieve her. He didn't know pain.

Satan would pick you up - physically and mentally. He listened to you when you wanted to speak, and he hugged you when you needed love. He bathed you, fed you, and took you out on walks.

Never did he ever think he'd collaborate with Lucifer, but with your permission, he'd want to help out with funeral costs/arrangements.

Asmo

Asmo isn't the most prepared when it comes to crying and emotional instability. He's the fun friend, the one you go shopping with or clubbing with. So when he saw you crying and laid up on the couch, his instinct was to take you out on the town.

When he quickly realized that wasn't the solution, he would go to Satan for help. He trusts Satan's advice, which is just to sit and wait. Sit with you and wait for you to ask what you need. If you wanted cuddles, he'd do that for you; if you wanted him to sing a soft song, he'd sing for you.

He'd be attentive as you open up more to him. His focus would never leave you; day and night he'd be by your side.

Beel

Beel's heart breaks in two when he sees you cry, and it breaks into a million pieces as he learns that someone close to you has died. His own past and guilt is brought up, and he can imagine what you are feeling.

He brings all of his comfort food to your room and encourages you to eat. He won't eat until you've completed your meal. Beel knows how sadness can make you feel unhungry. When Lilith died, he didn't eat for weeks, and then suddenly all he did was eat to cope with his sadness. He feared that you'd physically deteriorate as well as mentally.

Beel is easy to talk to. Although all of the brothers lost a sister, he was one of the closest with her, and felt directly responsible for it. He would be able to walk you through those stages of grief.

Belphie

Belphie cares, he cares about you a lot. But it's hard for him to show compassion towards humans still. Not too long ago he had hated humans, and it would be hard to automatically switch that hate off. It comes with time, and not enough has passed.

But because he cares about you and he, too, knows how loss feels, he feels for you. He'll cuddle with you and let you cry to him.

However, his Avatar is difficult and can become problematic - much like Beel's. His sloth can be dangerous if you spend too much time grieving with him. It may come to the point where all you do it sleep and lay around. And he may not see much problem with this.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #tw death

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azazelsconfessional · 3 years

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((Azazel's abilities(and some combat abilities for the other Missionaries as they continue to be side characters when this event ends)

Azazel is ridiculously powerful. He's easily the most powerful member of the Missionaries, after Nyarlathotep.

Shame about the chains that keep his power and true form locked away.

Rule of Revelation (Sacred Artifact: Bible "Eyes of the Fallen")

Azazel's Bible is always on his person. He does NOT put it down and does not give it to people except those he trusts. He's willing at times to show its contents to people but he won't let most anyone hold it.

If you do get a hold of it it will stop working/won't show you anything. It will just become a book with glowing symbols on/in it or a regular Bible with an eye on the front.

Eyes of the Fallen allows Azazel to view and proccess anything the pages see, including outside of Missionaries territory.

In order to use Eyes of the Fallen, Azazel needs to expose his chains, causing him to remove his cassock.

Azazel can move the pages wherever he pleases. They're magical so there's some resistance in them, however they are paper and thus easily destroyed or removed or displaced.

Large eyes made of light will appear in the sky over large areas he's searching.

Within Missionaries Territory Azazel can see anything without the aid of his Artifact.

Azazel can see anything there is to be seen and a bit more. Though he can't see "how" someone came to be who/what they are, he can see their current form and see them for what they really are(MC has 24+ souls and he can see and identify them all; Nomad is a human modified into a tiger and he can see his human soul; Shino is a Shadow/ghost/etc and he can see that he's no longer really alive/his original form; when Raphael made them all see zombies and the Fisher King he was able to confirm they weren't real zombies but the memories of a past occurrence; etc)

He can both see and hear things, however the other senses don't work.

There are little to no combat capabilities to Eyes of the Fallen.

Healing capabilities slightly described below.

Magic & Game Unit Skills

Azazel is insanely powerful to the point that his Summopedia page described him as being the most powerful of the Missionaries. However his chains prevent him from accessing his true form or power.

Azazel is able to use bursts of Aether(equivalent Light, Holy, etc) magic despite being a Fallen Angel.

They're not super strong, but they do have a decent range. He can use them more or less infinitely due to his huge power reserve that's otherwise restricted to him.

He's able to heal himself and others. In-game limits this to using Eyes of The Fallen/his Charge Skill and only to allies in his immediate vicinity, so I'll consider this healing happening through use of the pages of his Artifact over wounds.

Applies the effect 'Blessing' to his allies around himself(heals over time temporarily.)

Can remove a debuff of people he hits; weaken(defense) of people he hits; temporarily prevent use of skills of those he hits; heal allies after damaging opponents

Taking damage can strengthen allies(increase their charge points, which isn't really a concern in terms of writing since they can use their powers more or less instantly)

Misc

Azazel has wings he can magically produce/retract. He can use them to fly.

Azazel's pain tolerance is obscenely high. He responds to pain as though it's pleasure.

Azazel cannot be killed. Killing him will change him into his true form.

Breaking his chains(accessible only to beings with powers on level with a Supreme God/King of Gods; Archangel Raphael; and entities with Rules that can cut through/break/open things absolutely(MC's Rule of Rending, primarily) and a few others) will also change him into his true form and return to him his powers.

Eyes of the Fallen and some other things can make his tail turn from a goat tail into a snake tail. His scales are slightly keeled and more keeled when agitated/fighting, making them spiky like a spiny bush viper

Exists but is inaccessible--a spear with the Rule of Corruption inherit in his true body. Cannot access it unless chains are 'loosened' by an Archangel or are cut enough maybe????? I haven't decided how this headcanon works since he can't use it anyway

Under the cut a small rundown on side characters' powers

Arsalan:

Artifact is a shamshir that can spray an infinite amount of sacred oil

Oil is fired at a speed that can knock one off their feet or knock weapons out of one's hand

Oil is obviously slippery and heavy enough to prevent use of wings as well; holding things and maintaining footing is very difficult

Allies are adept at fighting through/with his oil and thus are uninhibited except if their wings get too oily

Always covered in oil himself, hard to hold on to

Oil has healing properties(Unction), hurts enemies after they've been hit by Arsalan(Unction Weakness)

Oil is flammable, Zabaniyya controls his flames and uses the oil to spread Hellfire if need be(see: Zabaniyya)

Sword is strong against demons in particular; sacred oil is all over his body and makes him strong against/resistant to demons as well

Rarely uses sword as weapon, sticks to oil and physical combat unless given permission by Jacob or in a desperate situation that requires it

Physically and mentally extremely strong and resilient, uninhibited by his own oils even when manhandling enemies via wrestling

Sword allows him to resist oil and temptation as well

Teeth and claws are very sharp

Incredible leader, almost all of Aoyama Guild will obey him without question

Maria

Artifact is thorns that can move pain to and from others and herself(including painful memories)

Thorns are able to grow just about anywhere, including inside, and cover spaces

Applies Stigma to herself and those she hits or is hit by(applies damage over time and reduces defense)

Heals self and allies, especially by transferring damage from them to enemies through thorns

Temporarily disable skills

Leader of the Aoyama Guild, obeyed by most of the current members

Gabriel

Rule/Sacred Artifact(undisclosed? May be a microphone?/magical girl wand?) allows her to drive others to madness through the power of moonlight. Dubiously part of her Rule is her ability to make others fall for/obey her simply by commanding them

Likely also has a sword Artifact, rarely uses it, similar circumstances as Arsalan

The latter usually is used to make people stop attacking(Charm)

Very support-based, strengthening, healing, and motivating self and allies through song and magic

Has wings, can fly quickly

Maddened people are probably controllable by her, or at least they adore her and will probably listen and attack allies that threaten her?

Zabaniyya

Role of the Torturer; Rule of Hellfire; Sacred Artifact is a fiery spear, however he doesn't use it, similar circumstances to Arsalan

Fights using martial arts, mastering the 'Fiery Spear Hand' in which he channels his weapon through his hands

Can also fight from a distance using fire, but rarely does

Inflicts internal and external burns through his Artifact. Rule of Hellfire under the Role of the Torturer causes eternal pain.

Internally burning all the time, high pain tolerance, considers pain a penance and doesn't shy away from it very much; probably essentially immune to fire? Basically a firey tank. V high defense.

Applies Stigma and deals additional damage to those afflicted with Stigma and Burn; also applies Stigma to those who hit him

Can harm others from a distance using a chain of cross-shaped flames if they're afflicted with Stigma; chains are probably homing?

Heals allies apparently???

Rule of Hellfire purges people of sin and evil through flames, thus likely more effective against demons

Can ignite flames of passion/love, although he refuses to do this

Has wings, can fly, rarely uses them

Will not fight unless ordered by appropriate parties or the enemy has broken divine law

Kimun/Wen Kamui

Rule allows him to strip others (of their growth). Artifact is the 'Mankiller Sword' which he uses on himself as Kimun and others as Wen.

Mankiller Sword, if it's able to strip someone of their clothing, fur, hair, or flesh, is able to spawn a copy of the person's past self for them to fight--losing the fight against themself will cause them to lose their growth. If they win, the copy disappears.

Can spawn multiple copies if he cuts them multiple times

Can duplicate himself this way as well

Copies(of himself or enemies) might not cooperate with him although they mostly obey, depends on the person and their traumas/what they're struggling to grow or move on from/etc

Temporarily can't attack after doing this????/after using his Charge Skill

Can copy enemy buffs

Able to heal self and allies

Very high defense and pain tolerance due to his role/rule causing him to strip himself of his own skin/pelt/fur to give it to others

Hurts you even if he misses.

Unable to be frozen

Can apply freeze(lowers defense, damage over time) if he misses

Jacob

Sacred Artifact is a Pillar allowing him to remember all previous loops; connected to the Tree of Life in Eden; cannot be killed

Sacred Artifact is the Archangel Uriel's whirling sword of flame. Doesn't use it in flame form most of the time, only uses it to enhance his punches and kicks and movements; it also guides him around due to his blindness; also able to restore people's memories from previous loops(including people he doesn't know and he "can reach even those who have never appeared in this Tokyo with his Rule") and makes a pillar of holy light that leads to the Tree of Life in Eden, making him more effective against either angels or the undead(hard to tell because it was used against undead angels, possibly both)

Blind, thus unaffected by anything that requires sight

Leader of the Aoyama Guild, although a lot of people aren't aware of it due to his absence, thus obeyed by most of its members(if not all of them because the Admins obey him)

Can multihit/punch very fast. He's no Captain Falcon but his fists are Dangerous.

Relies mostly on sound for navigation but can also be guided by his Artifact. Can probably blind others with the massive pillar of light from it.

Cannot be forced to move backwards. Can pull people in a certain range towards him/get in people's personal space easily to fight since he fights with his fists

Weakens enemies, applies Blessing(healing over time) to himself

Artifact heals him, removes ALL debuffs, and makes him highly resistent to damage temporarily

Artifact also provides him a shield that keeps him from being exposed to life-threatening conditions(Korpokkur's blizzard is how we learned about this--also keeps him warm and guides him to people and things he should meet)

Takes less damage from other close range fighters using their bare hands/fists(and any enhancements like knuckles, claws, etc--basically if you're a Blow unit/hit in a singular space in front of you he takes less damage from you)

Can use his Artifact as a sword but generally refuses to. It's a big, spinning sword of flame and would apply burn but he avoids using it because he hates weapons

NPC Angels

Primarily attack in a group. Always guarding the Church and its activities and almost always accompany its admins. The church is rarely unattended.

Fight with spears which can be thrown. Some level of magic?

Apply stigma to hit enemies. Deal more damage to Stigmafied enemies.

Can heal surrounding allies.

Nyarlathotep

You just die. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#ooc #character info #side character info #long post #((this is a sloppy mess but here have a bit of a rundown of both game mechanic and story mechanic powers))

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terrifictomholland · 4 years

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Bound to you - TH x reader x HO

This is a beast and very very filthy. Please don’t read this if you are a minor.

Warnings: smut! oral sex (female and male) multiple orgasms, vibrators, dirty talk/derogatory language (occasional slut made it’s way into this) - it’s really just gratitious amounts of smut and sex really!

word count: Just shy over 4K

a/n - this is +18! Also I just wanted to really quickly say that this isn’t something that comes from just myself, ideas and inspirations for this have come from a select few people. I hope they know that they mean very, very much to me and that this fic wouldn’t be what it is without them.

This was the prompt that prompted this: harisson absolutely destroying my pussy giving me the fuck of my life while my boyfriend tom is sat in a chair in the corner forced to get off using his hand and nothing else.

without further ado! Please enjoy!

I’ve got a guest for you princess,” Tom cooed at you as your eyes drifted toward Harrison entering your bedroom. Your throat went dry as your eyes darted between Tom’s and Harrison’s.

“W-what’s this?” You gulped as you tugged on your arms that were restrained against the bed frame.

“You gonna show me how good you can be?” Harrison’s low timbre broke through the room and you felt the bed dip as he sat down on it. His hand lightly caressing your inner thigh, teasing. You squeezed your legs together as his fingers danced all over them, almost brushing over your aching pussy but never quite. You knew from his touch that you were in for one hell of a night which hadn’t even begun yet.

Your eyes moved to Tom, who gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile, giving you all the permission you needed. “I’ll be so good for you Haz,” The words tumbled from your lips like a prayer. His eyes flashed as a devilish smirk crossed his face.

“Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you until begging me to stop - keep you cumming til’ you’re nothing but a cum-drunk slut for me?” Your throat went dry and you felt the wetness pool in your core hearing his promise and you found yourself eagerly nodding your head.

Harrison’s gaze moved over to Tom, “First.. I’m gonna have to do something about that,” He pointed towards Tom and you bit your lip hearing the tiny squeak that Tom let out.

“Chair,” Harrison demanded with the flick of his wrist and Tom quickly obliged. Sitting down prettily on the chair in the corner of the room awaiting further instructions, hands obediently in his lap, watching the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel arousal surge through you seeing Tom being so submissive and the way he just let go and trusted Harrison enough to do that within such a short amount of time.

Just like that, Harrison turned his attention back to you and you looked up into his eyes. His energy sucked you right in and you wanted to do whatever he asked of you. Never had you wanted to please someone as badly as you wanted to please Harrison in this moment.

“Now...I think I’ll have a bit of fun with you,”

You let out a quiet whimper and you felt your wetness seep down your thighs.

“Tom, where does she keep her vibrators?” Harrison wasn’t fucking about and it was sending shivers down your spine in anticipation. You could hear the blood rush in your ears and your heart beating faster.

“Small shoebox in the closet,” Tom piped up, his own breathing coming out in short puffs letting you know that he was equally as turned on and curious to see what Harrison would do to you.

You watched Tom for a bit as Harrison disappeared into the closet, from the way his chest was heaving and his boxers tenting with his perfectly sized and shaped cock poking through. You couldn’t quite see it, but you knew he was leaking pre-cum like never before.

“So beautiful,” You sighed happily watching Tom’s cheeks and ears turn a pretty pink colour.

“So’re you princess - looking like a fuckin sin tied up like this and there isn’t a goddamned thing I can do about it,” He growled staring at your exposed body making heat furl in the pit of your stomach.

“Well aren’t you possessive over here, hmm?”

Harrison chose that moment to come back into the room with the sacred box in his hands - and what magnificent hands he had. So fucking big, thick and veiny. So long and stocky leaving no doubt of the wonders he could do with his them. You were just dying to get them inside of you and see how well he could destroy you with them.

“That’s right Tom, she’s my plaything right now and I’m gonna make her cum so fucking hard all of England is gonna hear it,” You knew that Harrison would make good on it. That alone made your eyes roll into the back of your head without him even touching you yet.

“Please,” You breathed and his icy blue eyes turned to you and you saw the lust swirling in them, making them turn a stormy and darker shade of blue.

“What’s that now?” He gave your inner thigh a slap causing you to moan and it was turning you on to the point where you were dripping right on the bed.

“Nothing,” You swallowed thickly but it was too late seeing him pull a piece of fabric out of the shoe box.

A blindfold. Oh holy fuck.

“See, this is what’s gonna happen,” He started as he gently lifted your head up and he put the blindfold over your eyes and that immediately heightened all of your senses.

“I’m gonna be fucking you senseless and have you screaming my name all while Tom’s over there in the chair and not be able to do a damn thing about it - all he’ll be allowed to do is jerk off while I’m fucking you,”

“Fuck,” Tom’s whine could be heard throughout the room and you let out a soft moan at what he had in store for you.

“I wonder…. What could this possibly be?” Harrison’s voice was full of amusement as you could hear a buzzing sound cut through the room. At first it didn’t register what it was until you felt it against your nipples, making them hard enough to cut glass.

“Oh fuck,” You mewled arching your back off the bed feeling the vibration. You couldn’t help the soft moans that tumbled from your lips.

“Look at you, so fucking receptive,” Harrison praised and that was making you glow.

“H-harrison please,” You begged trying to move around to get more.

“Ah-ah,” He tsked, slapping your tit making you whimper, “Good girls take what they’re given - bratty girls ask for more. Now which one are you gonna be for me?” His voice held a certain kind of harshness that was damn close to making you cum from his voice alone.

“Good girl,” Your voice trembled.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear it,” He taunted and you felt your cheeks burn,

“I’ll be your good girl,” you voiced again, this time louder.

“That’s right, gonna take whatever I give you like a good little slut,”

“Please Harrison,” Tom’s voice broke - you’d actually forgotten he was there in the room, being so enraptured by Harrison and his commanding presence. But it made the pit in your stomach intensify ten-fold because you could just imagine how fucked out Tom looked, you knew Tom well enough to know that he was already strokíng his hard and leaking cock. It made your mouth water because there was nothing you loved more than when you’d seen him jerk off in the past.

“What’s that?”

“Please - I just wanna touch her,” Tom whined.

“No,”

“Fuck, please Harrison!” Tom tried again, this time more desperately.

“Am I gonna be the one having a problem with you? Because I’ve got no issues putting you over my lap either,” This time your stomach clench at the mere image of that. Tom sprawled over Harrison’s lap and Harrison making Tom count the slaps to his ass. His cock leaking like a faucet.

“N-no Harrison,” Tom backed off and Harrison must’ve returned to you and you gasped loudly feeling the vibrator tease your inner thigh getting the toy drenched from your juices.

“God you’re soaked and I haven’t even begun my fun with you yet,” Just as those words left his lips you could feel the vibrator slide inside of you with little resistance and he didn’t give you any time to adjust before the vibrations began.

“Fuuck,” you gritted your teeth together, arms straining as he fucked the toy in and out, your pussy making the most obscene squelching noises as you got fucked by the toy.

Your hips lifted off of the bed to the best of your abilities whilst being tied up. A moan broke loose from the back of your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You were positioned in such a way that Tom had a direct view of Haz playing with your pussy.

“O-oh my god,” You gasped as the toy went deeper inside of you and the vibrations intensified. Harrison’s large hand holding you down as you tried to move your hips.

“Stay still,” His voice was a low growl and it made pearls of sweat collect at your temples and collarbone. Your breath hitched as the pleasure started gradually building in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Tom’s lust-drunk voice called and it made you preen.

“She sure is Tommy,” Harrison spoke, letting his free hand move up to your boobs, fondling and twisting your nipples painfully as a cry left your mouth.

Your pussy was absolutely throbbing with need.

“Harrison,” You began, “Please, please fuck me,” You were barely able to string a sentence together as he removed the toy and slid it up and down your entrance to your clit. He put it on the highest setting and you felt your body tensing up and you came with a moan, crying out both Tom and Harrison’s names.

“Such a show off aren’t you when you cum?” Harrison praised and it made you smile hazily as your chest heaved from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed as he was getting closer to his orgasm after seeing you cum.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum ‘til I say you can,”

“Y-yes sir,” Tom moaned and you sucked in a sharp breath hearing him say that and it no doubt affected Harrison the same way.

“At least you know your manners,” With that he turned his focus back to you, an edge to his voice and you startled when you felt his lips on your inner thighs again. The rough stubble he had was making you whine at how deliciously painful it was. It was so much more intense when you were blindfolded and couldn’t see, so you really felt him there.

You sighed loudly and tried to buck your hips as you felt him bite and nip on your inner thigh.

“Smell so fucking sweet and I bet you taste even sweeter hm?” He groaned as you felt his finger rub up and down your slit making you buck your hips off the bed, arms pulling on your restraints. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm still, but he didn’t care about that and you didn’t want him too. You wanted him to fully take you apart.

“Harrison please fuck - I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned and you heard the filthy noises from his fist and his cock, skin slapping. You could just picture the way beads of sweat was trickling down his forehead and a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. Bicep flexing with the movements that his fist made and his abs clenching and tensing up over and over.

“Don’t you wanna be a good boy?”

“Y-yeah, yes - fuck yeah I wanna be a good boy sir,” He blubbered and you felt that pit starting to grow again hearing just how submissive he could be. It was so fucking hot.

“Keep edging,” Was all Harrison said before you felt his fingers spread your slit and his breath fell on your pussy making your breath hitch before you felt the first lick.

Holy mother of god.

His tongue was something else entirely. The way he held your legs apart and got comfortable licking and sucking on your pussy. Alternating between kitten licks on your clit to him fully sucking to the point of where it almost hurt - it was a delicious kind of pain and it made you dizzy.

“Oh my fucking god,” You gripped the bed frame to have something to hold on. Your breath came out in short pants and the fire in your belly was close to erupting once again. Your legs trembled and tummy was clenching.

“I- fuck I’m gonna cum Harrison,” You moaned loudly.

He brought his hands around the back of your thighs bringing your pussy closer to his face as he let his tongue flick the overly sensitive bud. “C’mon then, give me your best shot - don’t you wanna make a mess on my face?” You heard the smirk in his voice. You moaned as you started gyrating your hips all over his face. Body convulsing and twitching as the onslaught of your orgasm rocked you through your core.

“O-oh shit Harrison!” You gasped feeling your body turn to jelly and you came down from your high trying to get your breathing under control and your heart to stop racing from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Harrison, fuck - please can I get on the bed? Fuck I want some relief - Harrison? Wanna be a good boy for you,” Tom groaned brokenly and you bit your lip. Even with the blindfold on you knew the tip of his cock was angry and red and leaking pre-cum.

“How will you be a good boy for me if you can’t even do as you’re told?”

“W-wanna hump the bed..please sir,”

Harrison clicked his tongue. “Tempting, but no. You’re staying put until I’ve fucked her, then I’ll let you hump the bed and you can cum all you want, how’s that pretty boy?”

“Oh yes, please thank you - thank you so much sir,” There was no denying the gratefulness in Tom’s voice at that. Soon enough you could hear Tom’s tiny grunts and moans, his little uh-uh noises leaving his lips as he worked his cock over. Abruptly cut off by loud moans and his curses as he almost got too close to the edge.

“Y/N, a-ah fuck sir, please I’m so close,” Tom slurred and you moaned at the noises he let out, going straight to your core.

“Doesn’t he sound so pretty all fucked out like this?” Harrison conversed casually as his thumb started rubbing your clit which made you wince at the touch. But it was the best kind of pain making you gasp and moan as he kept on rubbing you, experimenting with different paces and pressures.

“Oh god yes,” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“You gonna let me fuck you now? Gonna let me fill this cunt with my cum?”

“It’s all I’ve wanted since you walked in here, please fuck,” You begged desperately trying to lift your hips up to get his cock inside you.

“So impatient,” He clucked and you whined.

“‘m sorry Harrison,” You felt the heat of embarrassment at that for being so greedy.

“Want you in my pussy, please Harrison,” You backpedaled and you could hear some shuffling around before Harrison spread your legs and you went still. Your heart pounding at what was to come - a full on shiver ran through you when you felt the tip of his cock slap your clit causing your body to jolt at the surprise, but just as fast it turned into an all-consuming need and want.

You wanted his cock so bad.

“You’re the prettiest sight,” Tom grunted as you heard the way his fist went over his cock even faster now. That was only adding to the pleasure of what was going on in this moment.

It should’ve been a strange thing to hear your boyfriend praising you and his best friend together, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt comforting and you felt so safe with them both.

“Thank you baby boy,” You sighed happily. Even though you couldn’t touch him, his words brought you a sense of closeness and just then you felt Harrison push his hips forward. Cock sliding into you, disappearing further and further inside of you.

“You’re fucking big,” You moaned, arching your back as you let him set the pace. He experimented for a bit - going deeper and harder a few times, then shallow and slow thrusts. All of it was making you dizzy.

You were trying to move your entire body to match his bruising pace, your pelvises meeting causing him to get further inside of you and when he found that spot inside of you. It was enough for you to see stars behind your eyelids.

You felt his finger trace your bottom lip and on instinct your lips parted as you started sucking. Harrison’s hands were the prettiest hands you’d ever seen. So thick and veiny and sinewy. It wasn’t uncommon for you to gaze just a little too long at his gorgeous hands just imagining the way he could wreck you with them - and now you had the chance to really see what he was capable of.

It was so much more than what you’d ever bargained for and you loved it.

“Oh so she’s a greedy little slut too?” His voice coming out strained as he pistoned his hips faster and harder. His free hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises later.

“Wanna show you how much of a good girl I can be,” You murmured around his fingers, sucking on them as if your life depended on it.

The room was filled with the sound of bodies slapping together and the mixed moans and grunts from the three of you. A whole lot of praising happening as well which just made everything so much hotter.

“Look at you, is she always so greedy Tommy?”

“She loves showing off, having her holes stuffed,” Tom panted.

Harrison added another finger and you gave it the same kind of attention, hollowing your cheeks out, living out your fantasy and hand kink you had for his hands.

“God you’ve got the best hands,” You moaned around his digits.

“Do I now?” There was no denying the smugness in Harrison’s voice.

You whimpered, “Yeah, you do,”

“Why thank you gorgeous girl,” He smirked and let his hand move from your hip down to your clit, giving it a slap which made you moan.

“Shit Harrison,”

“Such a dirty little girl,” He was gloating as he fucked into you harder, hips still angled to reach your spot over and over and it was bringing you closer to your high with each thrust.

“P-please Harrison, I wanna cum,” You breathed, trying to suck in as much air in your lungs as possible because you felt it in your toes that this was going to be your most intense orgasm of them all.

“Go ahead, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around my cock - let Tom here know who’s fucking you so good it’s all you’re gonna be able to think about for ages to come,” Harrison knew how to taunt and he did it so well.

It was enough to drive you over the edge and you squeezed down on his cock hard as he kept pumping into you. You came with a scream feeling the orgasm wrecking your whole body. Bursts of intense pleasure shooting throughout every single nerve-ending in your body as your legs shook.

“Oh fuck, gonna paint your insides white,” Harrison’s low and gravely moan made goosebumps appear all over your arms. He thrusted in and out of you a few more times before you felt him twitch and release inside of you, he collapsed on top of you and you could feel his heart racing as his chest was pressed against yours. Both of you completely drained and spent.

“Please, please please Harrison can I cum now?” Tom whimpered like a puppy and you felt Harrison gently remove the blindfold off of you in your post-orgasmic bliss.

Your eyes slowly adjusted and the sight you were met with almost had you rearing to go again.

Tom’s cock was painfully hard and leaking, his bicep and the veins in his arm and hand were protruding. So was the vein in his neck as he watched the two of you with a raw-bitten bottom lip and wide eyes full of lust.

“You’ve earned it, come here Tom,” Harrison finally allowed and you’d never seen Tom move faster in his life than in this moment to get on the bed.

He gave it his everything as he rutted his hips against the bed, letting out the most obscene and sinful moans and grunts.

His breathing turned more staccato than anything and you just knew he was getting so close.

You glanced at Harrison, yanking on your chained arms and he was swift in his movements, unlocking them for you. In a flash you were all over Tom.

Your hands roaming his body, tracing his sculpted abs. Fingernails dancing along the skin of his lower abdomen, taking care in not touching his leaking cock but getting close enough to tease him. Harrison grabbed the vibrator he’d used on you and turned it on, placing it on Tom’s cock and the reaction was immediate.

His cock started leaking even more if it was possible as Tom began shaking uncontrollably from the sudden and intense pleasure.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” He gasped, head darting between you and Harrison, who in turn traded a glance with you.

Harrison could tell too from the way his breathing turned choppy and his moans and whimpers got even more dragged out. So he scooted closer to Tom and you watched raptly as Harrison wrapped his hand around Tom’s cock and the sight alone made you drool as he spat on his cock. He started stroking Tom’s cock, going from the base up to his leaking tip, smoothing the pre-cum all over the shaft. Mixing that with his own spit.

Tom’s jaw slackened and eyes glazed over, his mouth parted as he arched up into your touch. “God fuck H-harrison,” He could barely string the words together.

“C’mon now - fuck my fist, show me you deserve to cum,” Harrison commanded and just as Tom started doing just that. His hips rutted up jerkily and fast into Harrison’s tight fist that was wrapped around his cock. Tom’s body twitched and shook with the exertion, beads of sweat trickling down his temple as he got overloaded with pleasure.

You took the time to run your fingers over Tom’s pecs, up to his nipples - twisting and tweaking them as Tom fucked up into Harrison’s hand. Hearing his small whimpers and his tiny noises he was producing from the back of his throat.

You were in absolute heaven watching this unfold before your very eyes.

“Cum for me baby boy - wanna see you cum, wanna lick it all up,” You egged him on and his eyes locked with yours as he came with a feral growl as ropes of cum landed all over Harrison’s hand and himself.

You drank it all up, the sight of him cumming and the face his face scrunched up when he did. He looked so fucking sinful when he came.

You watched at Harrison seeing the way he milked Tom’s cock for all it was worth, hearing the exhausted moans tumble from his lips.

Harrison dragged his thumb over the slit of Tom’s cock and it twitched as Harrison scooped up some cum and pushed his finger to Tom’s mouth.

“C’mon baby, be my good little slut and eat it all,” Harrison smirked at Tom who’s eyes darted between Harrison and his finger before he opened up, licking his finger clean, eyes fluttering close as he did. You kissed the side of his face, whispering sweet praises in Tom’s ear as he lapped at Harrison’s fingers.

“Good boy Tommy,” He praised and Tom’s entire face and chest flushed under the glowing praise, keeping it up and licking everything that Harrison gave him.

“You’re both such good little pets aren’t you?” Harrison said adoration in his voice.

He laid down in the middle of the bed and pulled the two of you against him, pressing kisses to both of your foreheads. Whispering over and over how good you were tonight. You smiled over at him and then at Tom and you leaned over Harrison to kiss him lovingly.

“Heeeyy what about me?” Harrison teased.

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holycatsandrabbits · 5 years

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Give Me A Kiss

Released as part of the #Great Good Omens Snake-Off event!

ficlet by @holycatsandrabbits (Dannye Chase) based on a comic by @hayamiyuu

*comic reposted with permission*

Crowley learned that Aziraphale was comfortable with snakes in Crete around 3000 BC. Crowley had been fleeing from something—probably some mob of humans he’d played a trick on. He’d taken his serpentine shape to hide, turning himself small and dark and slithering beneath some stones in a field. It was cold, and the meager autumn grass didn’t offer much protection, but that had seemed the least of all evils at that point. Eventually, he’d become cold enough that he drifted off to sleep. Which was rather a dangerous thing for a snake to do, but again—a lesser evil.

When Crowley woke up, though, he was warm. No scratchy grass surrounded him, no dry dirt. He was somewhere with a heat source, somewhere soft. He opened his eyes to realize that he was curled up in the lap of an angel, who looked delighted to see him awake.

“You missed our lunch date,” Aziraphale said, with obviously false reproach, his blue eyes sparkling sharply as only an angel’s could.

“Sssssorry,” Crowley managed to say.

“Oh, no matter, dear. I was able to track you down. You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you as a serpent since Eden. It’s quite becoming.”

It took a lot of determination, but Crowley slithered off the warm angel’s lap and back onto the cold ground.

Aziraphale’s smile faded. “Oh,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, I’ve upset you.”

Aziraphale got to his feet. He towered over Crowley like this, and Crowley felt almost claustrophobic. He stretched himself back into human form, the right size, right temperature, right face. He shrugged, and they said no more about it.

But he never forgot what it felt like to wake up feeling so warm and—and safe. It was a harsh thing to realize that he could trust an angel.

oOo

Crowley discovered that Aziraphale was comfortable with giant serpents in 1038 AD in Cappadocia. Hell had ordered Crowley to hang about in a cave, menacing the population of a nearby town, collecting treasure and making some sort of legend of himself. Crowley had thought that sounded like quite a nice assignment for once. Of course, Hell had failed to mention that the presence of an enormous serpent-monster in a cave would attract knights with swords. That part was not fun.

The first few knights ran away at the sight of Crowley, and so he’d relaxed a little. Then had come a braver man who’d held a blessed weapon. When he got past Crowley’s defenses and stabbed him, Crowley had nearly passed out from the pain. He managed to win the fight, sending the knight fleeing for his life, but Crowley wasn’t sure how long it would be until he came back, with more men and more swords forged with priestly aid.

Crowley needed to leave. The problem was, he was too injured to change form, and he could hardly crawl about the countryside hoping no one would notice a dragon. So he’d blocked off the entrance to the cave as best he could and tried to sleep enough to heal.

He woke later to a sharply cold sensation and the sound of someone humming a hymn. He knew who it was without looking. “Angel,” he growled.

Aziraphale stepped into view around one of Crowley’s enormous black coils, looking a little more dusty than he usually did. “Oh, you’re awake,” he said, in an ordinary tone, quite as if he were talking to a person and not a giant snake. “I’m sorry, I had hoped you’d sleep through the healing. It can’t be pleasant.”

Crowley wanted to hiss at him, but in this form he feared he’d terrorize the angel. He pulled in on himself, groaning in pain.

Aziraphale gave him an admonishing look. “I’ve been here a week, my dear. If I was frightened of you like this, I’d have left by now.”

“A week?”

“And without my magic cloaking this cave, you’d have had other visitors by now. So you can be self-conscious later. Right now, you’ve got to let me heal you.” Aziraphale bustled away out of sight again behind a serpentine coil, but he kept chattering. “Bloody irresponsible of you to do this, you know. Become a dragon, fight knights. We just set up our Agreement, and now you’re risking it all without a thought for me. What am I going to do if you get discorporated? I don’t want Hastur or Ligur as an adversary. Disgusting, the both of them.” His voice fell low. “And if someone comes back with another holy weapon, you could be destroyed completely, so—”

“Ssssssorry,” Crowley said, and the sound filled the cave, making it uncomfortably loud.

Aziraphale popped up again, completely unimpressed. “I should say so. Now, hold still, I don’t fancy being knocked about by your tail.”

The healing took another two weeks, during which Crowley mostly slept. Aziraphale didn’t normally sleep, but the work seemed to take a lot out of him. Once Crowley woke up to the startling sight of an angel curled up for a nap with an enormous demonic serpent, tucked among his coils like a little white mouse. As if prey had found itself protected by its predator.

Apparently Aziraphale trusted Crowley as well. This was not good news. In fact, this was really going to put a cramp into the whole falling-out-of-love-with-Aziraphale plan that Crowley had been working on for the last thousand years.

oOo

It took a lot longer for Crowley to discover that he was comfortable being a snake around Aziraphale.

After the Abotchalypse, when Crowley was free to visit the bookshop as often as he pleased, he found that it was quite fun to lurk among the books as a small snake, scaring away customers (and startling an angel, if he could manage it). One day, Aziraphale made an exasperated noise and shooed him out of the Yeats section and onto a sunny windowsill. Crowley found that it was actually quite pleasant there, even if it was out in the open, and still a great place from which to menace potential customers.

The point of being a snake in the bookshop, Crowley had told himself, was just that it was an age-old instinct to avoid making it obvious that he and Aziraphale were friends. If Gabriel came through the door, Crowley could easily hide. The problem with that was, if Gabriel made one false move toward Aziraphale it was very likely that he’d be met by a giant serpent who definitely was not attempting to be inconspicuous.

The truth was that Crowley still just wasn’t sure how Aziraphale loved him. He knew that Aziraphale did love him. Aziraphale had said so, and looking back, he’d certainly acted like he had for millennia. But Crowley was a demon. Could an angel really love a demon? Could he love someone who didn’t even have a human face?

One night Aziraphale was sitting on the couch by the fire, reading a book with those ridiculous little glasses on his face, and he was simply the most adorable, impossible, beautiful thing Crowley had ever seen. So Crowley, in snake form, slithered down off of a chair and crawled into Aziraphale’s lap.

Aziraphale gave him an absent-minded caress, still reading. Crowley lifted his head up over the top of Aziraphale’s book, getting in the way. They sat there a moment, human and snake, angel and demon. Aziraphale didn’t recoil or pull back. He never had. He just smiled a little, looking patient. Crowley kissed him.

It was a wonderful thing to be a demonic snake who was trusted and loved in all of his forms. But, Crowley discovered, after having given Aziraphale a small snakey kiss, that it really was much nicer to kiss an angel if you had hands to hold him with.

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underatedcharactersunite · 4 years

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Serenity

Summary: Trying to get permission to go on vacation becomes a struggle, but once you get there it’s totally worth it. Pairing; Loki x Reader WordCount; 1,265 Warnings; Strong Language

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Vacation. A word that is supposed to bring you immediate joy. However, the sentiment couldn't express itself when your boyfriend was a notorious mischievous God who attempted to destroy New York.

Despite being brought into the Avengers that didn't give Loki the other's trust, in-fact you were growing tired of the stars that your boyfriend often received. You needed to get away for a while. You desired nothing more than to feel comfortable spending time with Loki without the interruptions of others.

If only it had been that easy. Upon your decision to do something nice for Loki and plan a surprise trip to a wooded cabin surrounded by nothing by acres of trees and wild animals. You were immediately shot down by the very people you called family.

"No, Y/N. There is no way Reindeer Games is being allowed out of this compound without someone watching him! He's too dangerous." Tony yelled as you threw your hands up in the air. Your eyes glared at him with fire behind them. How dare he!

"Once upon a time, you believed that I was dangerous! I was the threat! I was a ticking time bomb. Did I or did I not prove everyone wrong?! You haven't given him the chance to do so."

"You were scared, discovering your powers. Anyone in their mind would be, considering you had shot a fireball out of your hand. Not to mention, you weren't the one to attempt to destroy New York and take over the planet. Loki did that. So no, the two of you can't take a trip to the cabin. End of discussion."

“I understand that Loki was formerly one of the earth’s greatest threats, but it’s been years. He’s been on countless missions without incident or betrayal. Yet you still prohibit us taking a vacation away from anyone. How is he ever going to believe that people believe and trust him if you keep blockading every hurdle? Or doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance, just a selected few?” Swiftly, you turned away to leave Tony’s office unable to stomach any more of his prejudice when you almost knocked into Steve who was blocking the area of the doorframe.

“Tony, Y/N’s right. How can we expect Loki to change if we treat him as nothing more than a villain? If it were just up to me, Y/N I would sign off on it, but a decision like this has to be unanimous. I trust you, Y/N and it’s clear you’ve been a positive influence on Loki since he’s arrived.” A smile was exchanged between the two of you. Steve always managed to keep a clear head regardless of the situation and the person’s involved.

“Fuck you, Rogers!... Fine, but if you're going then all of us are going. I’ll set everything up. Tell Reindeer games, that he better be on his best behaviour, otherwise there will be hell to pay.” Retracing your steps, you crossed the room wrapping Tony in a tight embrace.

“Thank you, I promise you won’t regret it.” Pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek, you rushed out to find Loki to inform him of the good news.

“Just to make it clear, I’m doing this for you!... Don’t look at me like that Rogers, if this goes to hell it’s your fault.”

“Language!”

The drive up to the cabin resort that Tony had insisted on renting out was uneventful, to say the least. With your headphones in, you listened to the enticing melody as it played in your headphones ‘We’ve come too far to give up who we are. So let’s raise the bar and our cups to the stars. Resting against Loki’s shoulder, he proceeded to read his book, but the slight tilt as his lips curved up into a smile. Never again would you doubt Tony’s desire to escape the rest of the world, because the moment you pulled up, it dawned to you how alone all of you were.

There were no longer the busy sounds that the streets provided, there was no access to people or busy traffic. No chaos. Just peaceful silence of the enticing forests surrounded the cluster of cabins. A firepit laid in the centre of the grounds in the distance hidden behind the vast quantity of trees and shrubbery, a beautiful turquoise lake. Never before had you witnessed something so beautiful.

“Alright, everyone goes ahead and pick your cabins. Although the one farthest away has been reserved for Y/N and Loki. Now go ahead and relax.” As Tony threw a set of keys at you it brought you to a realisation that Tony was doing the best that he could. Understanding there was a high chance that Tony was never going to be able to accept Loki, but at least he showed some sort of compromise, even though Steve was the key factor into making the decision.

Once the two of you had located the cabin the two of you settled into your new home for the next two weeks. One thing no one could ever argue about was Tony’s undeniable sense of style. Never before had you stayed in a cabin as beautiful as this.

“One thing no one can deny is Stark’s expensive taste. I guess it pays to be able to witness views like this.” Standing outside on the balcony, you could observe everything. It was the perfect opportunity to use a camera.

“Not as beautiful as the one in front of me, my Love.” As Loki engulfed you into a tight embrace, peppering your neck with kisses.

“I’m sorry, we couldn’t take the private vacation that we hoped for.” In a swift motion, Loki twirled you around in his grasp.

“While I will never be a fan of Starks, I admit I understand the reasoning to his scepticism. I am, after all, the God of Mischief and lies. Chaos ensues wherever I go.”

Several days pass as everyone began to unwind. Steve had decided to take his pencils and kept sketching by the lake. Tony and Pepper had taken to relaxing in the outdoors. Bruce was resting on the porch resting, while Thor was attending the main campfire. Bucky, Sam and Rhodey had been going exploring at every ounce of area. A mixture of banter ad playful shoving occurred each time they returned.

Meanwhile, you and Loki had been taking things easy. The two of you spent your time relaxing, reading, listening to music, taking warm baths together. While the two of you were a stone throws away, it felt like the two of you were truly alone.

As Loki came down on the front porch, where you had been reading your book for the past couple of hours, as Loki came to sit down in the chair beside you.

“I have something to ask, you my Love.” Glancing up from your book, Loki, took a hold of your hand softly while he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your hand.

What’s up is everything okay?”

“Nothing to worry about my Love, I just wanted to ask that perhaps when we get back, perhaps you would consider moving in with me that’s all.”

“Loki, I would love that.” As Loki picked up his book, the two of you continued to read while immersed in the beautiful scenery that laid out before you both, perhaps one day the two of you would be allowed to come here on your own. But for now you allowed yourself to immerse in yourselves in the serenity of your surroundings.

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hikarikaishi-blog · 4 years

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Why Caleb did what he did in ep127 – my theory.

This is my theory it can be super wrong, maybe I am right at some points, I just want to put it out there, maybe some of you will like it. Here we go:

Caleb is my fav character the whole campaign so far and what he did in that episode shocked me, it was so not like him. We did see him when cornered he would go rampage but was he cornered here? So I was shocked.

I was shocked he didnt discuss the problem that might come from this with the M9, they didnt talk about it might be a trap they just went for it. They didnt think twice and that was alarming for me and the second they interacted with the guards it all went south and Caleb ignored Astrids tip of being stealthy to avoid Trent. And in the end he did appear and I was like „that is what you get when you just go full rage and dont think a second about it and Caleb you were the thinker in this campaign why did you do all of that?! Next episode I want an explanation for this or I am out!“

Caleb knew what he was doing all the time, he knew if he would do all of this Trent would show up.

There is no way he did forget that because Astrid told him super clear that Trent isnt there so they should be STEALTHY. But he didnt. He ignored the warnings and put Astrid in danger with that as well, a soon as Trent sees the maps he knows who helped and Astrid will be punished. He said he cares for her and puts her in this danger! It was all a lie? Astrid deserves so much better than this! Boo Caleb for treating a girl that was obviusly in pain so she cried because of you like that! I was at least a bit happy that Matt clearly said Trent did appear because of the rucus, not because of Astrid. She didnt sent Trent. She didnt do it.

Caleb ignoring Astrid and her advice and destroying the bit of Trust that was building up between them – shatterd. „Caleb thats so stupid why are you that stupid.“

I was all that. I was so disappointed.

I woke up next morning and was still disappointed and a bit angry that Caleb went this route with all the murder. He knew Trent will maybe show up and catch them while stealing his stuff and he did it anyway. It was like Caleb wanted Trent to show up. To show him how much he hates him and to show him what he is capable off. Because Trent knows that now because he sees the display of raw power he might want to get Caleb back under his thumb and make him work for him again. There is no way out of this situation for them, than to bargain with Trent and he imo will let them got when they will do him a favor later. Caleb must have known that and still did this.

He is just playing into Trents hand where everyone wanted him to escape from. Because Trent is so bad.

And I was: Wait a minute.

Let that sink in for a secong.

He is playing …

playing Trents game. Do you get where I am going with this?

What if all of this, the killing and blood everywhere, is an act made up by Caleb? What if he is playing Trents mind game back at him?

He is giving Trent a view on him like Trents want to think of Caleb: Powerful, full of hate against the Volstruker and Trents experiments, full on revenge and wants to kill him, Trent, but also is no match for him with getting so easily caught in the middle of his home. He has power but he isnt clever enough. What if Caleb wanted to get caught by Trent? Pretend he is not clever so Trent thinks he isnt clever and can be a puppet for him again?

While pretendign being a puppet again, Caleb can get closer to him/the Assembly to learn more about him and his connections in the Assembly. To learn how to root out all the corruption in the assembly wich is his main goal this whole campaign! He wanted to learn about all that from Ves, we know that, but that didnt work out so he has to do it another way and now he doing it on his own.

He knows, he can not fight the Assembly heads up. He knows he has to get inside first and root out evil from within. He has to earn some trust to get the info he wants to have. He cannot trust anyone so he goes on his own and wants to plays Trents game and maybe be better this time and beat Trent. What better way to beat someone than in his own game right?

And do you remember who talked about beating someone at their own game? Do you? It was Astrid during the dance scene. She said „...either we walk into their trap or beat them in their own game.“

In that scene i thougt she was talking about the TT because she touched his spots with the red eyes a second before and it bothered me that she said „we“. Was she planning on going with them to Eiselcross? That wont happen anyway (she would need trents permission/it would be to obvious and Trent would not let them go so they can come up with a plan to kill him) this is stupid. So now I get she was talking about „we either beat Trent and whomever we are fighting here or we walk into their trap.“

So what I proclaim is: Astrid and Caleb in general know they are dancing the „can-i-trust-you-tango“ but they know they have one common enemy: Trent.

So they were discussing during the dance without saying it, if they want to work together in bringing him down. Caleb wasnt sure if he wants/can work on the „Trent-problem“. He has more importand stuff to do right now and he doesnt want to face all that stuff from the past that will come up during this working against Trent.

He cares for Astrid as he said. He isnt against helping her but maybe not right now.

What made him change his mind was Astrid crying in a spot where nobody would have seen her crying all on her own. He knows her, he know how much is to interpret in her crying. I think she is rarely crying. She has doen the same training as Caleb did, she is used to be cruel and to murder and be a bad human. But she wont cry because of that. She said so herself in their first meeting. Her crying is super special and Caleb gets that. And because he cares so much for her, maybe you can relate when you know a person you care for is crying in the mud. You want to help so they dont cry anymore. That is why he decides he wants to help her,/wants to start working on the problem now and not later. He knows she is using him, but he is using her as well. He doesnt care. He wants to help, to help her, help his country. He made this decision over night and Astrid gave him the time to think about it, but she needed a signal from Caleb. Ans anwer to her question if he wants to do this now or not. She said „I will see what I can do for you“ aka says „i want to work on this now, how about you?“

He sent a red firey bloody signal back. A signal as bright as the fire Warning beacons of Gondor

in „The return of the kings“ when Gondor sent signal to Rohan asking for help. The fun part is nobody gets it beside Matt and that is exactly the kidn of pranks the people on the table like to play. Remember Sam/Scanlan? I do. it was stuff he planned for weeks and nobody was expecting it and it was a big suprise for everyone.)

He could have been stealthy and just get the stuff he wanted during the heist. It would have send the signal to Astrid „thanks for the help, I cant work on this now. Maybe later. See you“.

But Caleb did not do that. He send a signal like: „I am full in, I want to play this game, starting it right now and either we win this game or loose and run into his trap. Lets do it.“

Its amazing how they comunicate without saying a single word about it.

The three different papers you ask? For me its the answer to his „for the love that we three shared I need to ask a favor“. She answeres with the box „Here is what i can do for you and yeah we three are in this together“ the paper are symbols for the three of them. The three people from Blumenthal. Its brialliant.

Why she is thankful in the message: Because he comes back and contacts her. He is her only hope.

Why she is sorry the day after: Because she thinks she is guilty to drag him into this. She knows this will be hard for him and will cause a lot of pain. That is why she says she is sorry.

(Is she for real? We dont know. They are still dancing the „can-i-trust-you-tango“)

They are playing Trents game of saying the truth and show whats obvious. Matt and Liam are playing this game so good they fool the other players and me and other fans. Its brilliant.

To let everyone think its a Trap set up by Astrid? - Its fine because people will focus on her (and its legit because she is shady and in this game as well) while Caleb is the one whom they should be worried about.

Let everyone think he does all the stuff he did here because of the Drama, Trauma and the pain etc – Yes it is exactly that to a percentage and that is the truth he is showing here, but underneath that is the other truth that he just wants to get closer to Trent. Caleb knows how he has to behave to get what he wants. He does it all the time because he learnid it from Trent! (remember the scene he wanted to work Essek as he needed him to work in that moment on the ship, because Caleb wanted the peace talk to happen? Because Caleb didnt want Essek to run away but to stay and get done what he Caleb wants?) He does not like those methods but he has to use them to get what he wants.

This is a brilliant plan from Caleb and Astrid and you know, they worked together before. They know each other so well when it comes to work (and probably more). They were a team for a long time and its like: watching a movie where old action heroes that worked together for a time suddenly have to work again. They just work together like they always did. Its like one comes visit the other one after 10 years of both of them living their lives, and they just look at each other and the person stands up goes to a shelf, gets his old gun out that was hidden there all the time and only asks: how is the weather? And the other says „its clear blue sky“ and they dotn talk anymore and just to their thing like in old times and know exactly what to do. Caleb and Astrid are Assassins in this but you know the dynamic is there.

Another way to put it:

With the dinner invitation trent put up a chess board. And invited Caleb to play. Caleb doesnt answer. Astrid asks him at the door in private: „you said you want to play this game last time you visited me. Do you still want to play? „He says „yes“ and she answers „race you to the top“ wich was clever. It seemed like she wanted to play the game herself, and that is again one half of the truth here: she wants to play this game, but not on her own because she knows she cannot win this alone. She needs help and playful/tricky invites Caleb to play this together against Trent. Like she would say: „I want to play the game and I would want to know who is more clever/better here, you or me“. This is the dynamic I think they had as teens: always challenge each other who is more clever and gets the solution to a riddle first etc. but always playful never hating and i think that is how they connected in the beginning and fell in love at some point. We will see that maybe in the comic in summer.

During the dance she said: „You have to decide soon if you want to play this chessgame because Trent is a bit distracted anyway right now. Also time is of the essence. You have eyes on your back?“ this mental chessgame wont be a game that will finish soon, or in 2-5 episodes. It might go on for half a year because its a chess game where you have to think a lot and think a lot up in front. With the „i will help you with the necklaces“ she holds out the first pawn to Caleb, and with his rampage he takes it and sets it on the board and the game is on.

And its all covered up in half truth and some scheming but never blunt lies because that would be to easy to find out and could be the end of the game.

So Astrid and Caleb are workign together against Trent while behaving like nothing happend. She does her stuff, he does his.

They will meet sometimes because they both have the working connetction to Trent and who knows how this will end? Trent I think is aware that the game is on and I think he will play (move his figures in the next episode. With the maybe task they have to do for him so he lets them go.)

He set the board on the table in the first place.

Tldr:

Caleb wanted to face Trent. He was aware of what he did, he knew their actions did lead to Trent appearing. He wanted to seem to be the scholar that breaks into his old teachers house to get stuff so he can get closer to Trent again, to gather information from inside the assembly so he can take the system down from inside. Astrid might have gibt him the idea, and maybe there is some planing going on between Astrid and Caleb that we can’t see.

#Cr2e127 #critical role #critical role spoilers #critical role speculation #caleb widowgast #astrid beck #critical role caleb #critical role astrid #c2e127 #mytheorie #Cr Astrid #cr caleb #my theory

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A Collection of Fic Prompts

These are all genfic/non-romantic fic ideas that I (and some of my friends) came up with in a game where I write a summary for a fake fic title. Some titles have multiple summaries. You can view my tag ‘fake fic asks’ to view the original asks.

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I may end up using some of these in the future (marked with * if you’re interested), but all of the prompts are free for you to use if you’re interested.

Below the cut is a categorized list of the summaries, by characters/themes, including:

All Might, Izuku, OFA, and AFO

Midoriya Hisashi/Dad for One

Shimura Nana

Quirklessness

Aizawa, Present Mic, and Shirakumo

Teachers

Dekusquad

Izuku & Bakugou

Izuku

Bakugou

Todoroki Family/Dabi

Eri

Class 1-A

Misc.

All Might, Izuku, OFA, and AFO

Once Upon a Time

Quirk reversal canon rewrite AU. All Might is a hero with a mysterious Quirk: one that can take and give away Quirks at will. With this Quirk and multiple Quirks given willingly, All Might defeats villains easily. When he meets the strong-willed Midoriya Izuku, he offers Izuku a Quirk and a chance to be a hero.

One for All has been searching for a successor—and his brother’s Quirk, All for One—and finds one in the volatile Shimura Tenko, now Shigaraki. Combined with the power of Decay, Shigaraki’s new Quirk can level mountains and destroy cities.

Izuku has always wanted to be a hero. With a new Quirk and a new enemy, he can be.

Shatter the Sun

All Might walks into a fight he doesn’t expect to come back from. Fueled by rage and grief, he ignores every warning Nighteye has given him and takes down the villain who killed his predecessor… All for One.

All Might limps out of a fight he hadn’t expected to come back from. He defeated his enemy, but it comes with a cost.

And then he wakes up again on the same day, All for One still waiting for him. Each time All Might defeats him. Each time the day restarts. Again and again. All Might had been prepared to fight All for One for the rest of his life, but this is something entirely different.

i’ve been found (but i’m still lost in the morning)

When Toshinori passes on the torch to his successor, he only wishes Nana were there to see it. When Izuku begins dreaming of the past wielders, he begins to feel the weight of the legacy he carries on.

All for One may be gone, but in the wake of his defeat, both Izuku and Toshinori struggle to find their place in heroism and at home.

Cross the Delta

All Might takes Izuku on a road trip in America, and their relationship deepens from mentor and student to father and son.

if only you'd listened

When Izuku complains of headaches and strange dreams, Toshinori doesn’t think much of it beyond offering what comfort he can and painkillers. After all, it’s exam season, and his students are stressed; the common room is loaded with energy drinks and textbooks alike. Izuku also confides he thinks there’s something wrong with his Quirk, but having unlocked two more, Toshinori is under the belief Izuku is simply adjusting.

Then Izuku starts sleepwalking, sometimes with One for All. And there’s the time he almost doesn’t wake up at all, and when he finally wakes up he doesn’t seem like he has control of himself.

Because the closer Izuku has been getting to One for All, a connection has been forming with its other half—with Toshinori’s greatest enemy, All for One.

kiss your fist and touch the sky

After his retirement, All Might is no longer the hero he used to be. But Class 1-A still seems to think so, and quietly All Might begins to learn how to save people in smaller ways.

lead me down the styx

OFA!AU. When Nana dies, a piece of her remains within One for All—just as the other holders have before her. Every time a holder comes close to death, they see their predecessors.

All Might sees his mentor again in dreams a few times, but he thinks they’re just that: dreams. The first time Izuku sees the ghosts of One for All, he’s just nearly broken himself beyond repair. The next time is when he takes a hit meant for someone else. After the next Izuku realizes there’s a pattern, that the ghosts he sees out of the corner of his eye are real and getting stronger, and there’s something they want to tell him.

I Have No Plans to Die Today

Alternating POV. Half is All Might desperately trying to hold on to the remains of OFA as he fights AFO because after all these years he finally has things to live for again. Half is Bakugou trying to escape his captors, not knowing if anyone’s going to rescue him, equally desperate to fulfill his dream of becoming a Hero (from @happi-tree).

Your Heart In Your Hands

In a world where every year on the day you first meet you see a vision of you and your soulmate’s future together, Izuku and All Might meet under a bridge—and Izuku begins to see a future where he can be a hero.

Bonus notes from my tags: #pl bkdk soulmates bk was scared of the future #tho the future vision is limited i think so bkdk doesnt see anything after ua until after dk meets am #bc that future wasnt quite set in stone

The Aftermath

All Might wakes up in a hospital alone. He has lost his stomach, though perhaps more painfully, his most trusted advisor and sidekick. He has nothing, and no one. And his time with One for All dwindles.

But he keeps going—and meets one Midoriya Izuku.

A story told backwards in six parts, from loving Izuku to meeting him to those lonely years before.

Once Upon a Time

Fantasy AU. The Tale of Two Brothers is known throughout the kingdom, a myth passed down through the generations to explain why Magicks exist. No one expects the story itself to be true, least of all a young Magickless boy on the run from his tormentors. But now? Well, now, Midoriya Izuku knows differently (from @happi-tree).

Midoriya Hisashi/Dad for One

But That Was So Long Ago*

Time can’t erase an absence, a person who was never there. Ten years after Midoriya Hisashi goes overseas for business, he re-enters Izuku’s life—not just as a father, but as a vigilante, chasing a lead for a villain with connections to the League. Working with Hellhound, who can manipulate fire and smoke, Izuku begins to notice his new ally’s strange similarities to the father he’s constantly arguing with at home.

You know what family means to me, Hisashi? Resentment

Midoriya Hisashi drags his son Izuku on a short surprise trip to America, where Izuku is separated from his friends as Hisashi teaches him about his business. Izuku is left miserable and angry about the life Hisashi is trying to force him into. What’s meant to be family bonding and their already fragile relationship quickly falls apart, and all Izuku wants is to go home.

Eternal Slumber

In his second year, Izuku and All for One begin to share dreams. Izuku’s afraid All for One is both the person he thought and not, and they seem to share more similarities than Izuku expected.

A Dad For One fic.

In the Flesh*

Right after Izuku enters U.A., Midoriya Hisashi abruptly returns from business overseas, taking an interest in his son’s new Quirk and committing himself to his family again after years apart. Izuku feels uncomfortable with the stranger he calls “Dad,” but stays quiet seeing how happy his mom is when he’s home.

Yet as the school year progresses, Hisashi’s story seems to have different holes. Research into his dad’s business leaves Izuku with dead, outdated links; any questions Izuku asks about work go unanswered; and still Hisashi presses Izuku about his Quirk, driving a wedge between them.

Hisashi’s Quirk is fire breathing—but Izuku accidentally discovers he has a levitation Quirk, too, and more after that. A breakthrough in research connects Hisashi to the address of an old, run-down bar. And a story Izuku’s mentor All Might tells him, of a villain who can take other people’s Quirks, leads Izuku home again, to one Midoriya Hisashi.

Shimura Nana

Oddity Amidst Time

Shigaraki travels back in time and meets his grandmother, Shimura Nana.

Remembrance

Nana’s legacy is a line of death that becomes before her and goes on after her. But what if things were different?

When Nana fights All for One, she wins. Still, the danger of All for One’s lasting influence remains, so Nana makes the decision to leave her son alone as she continues to fight villains and train Toshinori into the Symbol of Peace he wants to be.

Kotaro is the only regret Nana’s ever had. She spends her days wondering what might have been until she meets two siblings who share her smile—and her last name.

if i die young

At the end of his life, Gran Torino gets a chance to travel back in time to when Nana still lived, and the two of them have a conversation about life and loss.

Quirklessness

Out of the Fire

Izuku reflects on how many micro aggressions he dealt with as a quirkless person that evaporated with OFA (from @wildinkling).

You get used to things, even if sometimes you shouldn't

All Might has carried One for All for a lifetime, and he’s nearly forgotten what it was like to be Quirkless, much less understanding how different Quirklessness is treated in society today. After Izuku confides about what his childhood was like and now navigating life after being a pro hero, All Might begins to spend more time looking for ways to help Quirkless youth feel less alone, fighting a villain of a different kind.

Do Not Go Gentle*

When pro hero—and Eri’s big brother—Deku saves her and sustains life-threatening injuries, Eri does the only thing she can think of. In desperation, she pushes her power and rewinds him, leaving Deku not only young but Quirkless again.

For Years I Have

Midoriya Inko, and coming to terms with a not-Quirkless son, her love and fears for him, and the mistakes she’s made.

Battles are First Lost in the Mind

At fourteen, Midoriya Izuku gives up on his dream of being a hero. He puts away his notebooks and resigns himself to a quiet, Quirkless life.

Four years later and as a new graduate from U.A., Kacchan swallows his pride, apologizes, and asks Izuku for help taking down the villain Shigaraki, hoping Izuku’s analytical skills can turn the tide.

Izuku isn’t sure, but in the end agrees; and four years after giving up he’s presented with his dreams in reach and an entire former class telling him he can be a hero.

changing the subject again and bite your tongue (until it bleeds)*

Midoriya Izuku never talks about being Quirkless, or about Quirklessness. No one would understand it. No one wants to try. The topic rarely comes up, until a new semester begins and there’s talk of a new, Quirkless student in Gen Ed looking to transfer into the Hero Course.

Then Quirklessness is all anyone wants to talk about. Now something Izuku can’t avoid, he struggles to deal with his own past, the piece of his trust he hasn’t extended to his friends, and a look into a life that might have been his.

Aizawa, Present Mic, and Shirakumo

when there’s blood in my ears, i’ll hold you closer

Present Mic had always had a rough time controlling his quirk. The day he finds out about Oboro, he slips. Aizawa is always there to comfort him (from @tolerantbean).

It’s getting hard to breathe under here with you, my dearest nemesis

The villain Present Mic has a Quirk that could level buildings and cause a lot of destruction. The hero Eraserhead is one of the few people, if not the only person, who can stop him.

At the end of the day, Hizashi and Shouta are best friends, carefully tending to each other’s wounds and never speaking of either heroes or villains. Until a bigger problem forces them to work together.

an empty mirror only shows what's left inside*

Time loop AU. A few days after Shirakumo’s death, Shouta wakes up to find his best friend is alive again. Time has reset—and now Shouta finds himself racing to save Shirakumo this time.

It doesn’t work. Days pass. And the loop starts again.

A mystery forms in the pieces of a strange doctor, a missing body, and discrepancies in the local newspaper. As Shouta fails again and again to save Shirakumo, he must try to figure out why he’s caught in a time loop… and what seems to be happening to Shirakumo after his death.

Come Around (Your Song is Calling)

Hizashi has always known that he and his best friend Shouta are soulmates. It’s why they work. It’s why Hizashi can see the glittering thread that ties them together when no one else can, and in the deep silence when he touches it he hears music.

Shouta goes missing. The bond goes silent. But Hizashi refuses to give up on his friend—not now, and not ever.

shades of blue*

After graduating, Aizawa Shouta isn’t where he wants to be. His decision to go underground is a lot different than most of his peers, and with everyone busy planning debuts and looking for agencies, Shouta feels isolated. The reminder that Oboro doesn’t get to be a hero follows him, yet at the same time the Hero Commission sends Shouta somewhere his Quirk and his youth will be useful—to help infiltrate and take down an illegal Quirk fighting ring.

Unable to confide in Hizashi about the mission or his struggles, Shouta continues to work alone, distance straining his relationships. Pitted against kids only a few years younger than him, each of whom begins to remind Shouta of Oboro, and fighting to keep his head above water, Shouta must keep his secrets close to him or lose it all.

they’ll think of me kindly

It’s easier to think of society in black in white, in heroes and villains. But Aizawa Shouta doesn’t do easy, and Kurogiri—Shirakumo Oboro—certainly isn’t making things any better. In a bid for information and to return Kurogiri to the person he once was, the investigation team brings in a specialist with a Quirk that allows for two people to be temporarily joined mind-to-mind. To experience each other’s thoughts, emotions, and memories with the danger of losing themselves.

Shouta’s scared if he goes in he won’t come back, but he’s also desperate to reconnect with the friend he’s convinced is still in there. Kurogiri consents to the connection. And after deliberation, Shouta does, too.

Together, they’re not just hero and villain, but somewhere in between as Shouta looks for the memories that have been hidden from Kurogiri and relives a few of his own.

Teachers

to die like a martyr (is no way to live)

All Might is beginning to learn to live again, redefining a path of self-destruction after retirement and meeting Midoriya, when he sees his co-worker and friend Aizawa heading down the same lonely path he was on. Reaching out, All Might and Aizawa form a friendship and struggle together so they may continue to teach their students, and to live as people and not just heroes.

Dekusquad

holding you up (while the world crashes down)

Five times Izuku comforted his friends, and one time they comforted him.

Izuku & Bakugou/Platonic BKDK

Do No Harm

Bakugou goes missing when he’s seven. Years later, Izuku still believes he’s alive and out there.

He is—as a Nomu that falters when Izuku recognizes him and calls him “Kacchan.”

for you know my demons, and i know yours*

Izuku and Katsuki parted ways after a mission gone south a long time ago and their relationship soured, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not still drift compatible. A Pacific Rim AU.

let’s start with the past in front

Pro heroes Ground Zero and Deku are sent back in time to when they weren’t the friends they are now, forced to deal with conversations they never had, their younger selves’ broken relationship, while looking for a way home.

Memories of the Dead

Midoriya Izuku’s funeral is held in the summer. They bury an empty casket and look around at all the faces who have outlived him.

Katsuki goes. There’s a lot of reasons he attends Deku’s funeral—for Auntie Inko, for All Might, for Deku himself. Katsuki was the last to see him alive. They’d shared breakfast the same day Deku disappeared.

But Katsuki doesn’t go to Deku’s funeral because he’s dead. Katsuki goes with the hope and gut feeling that he’s alive.

Izuku

Your Claws Rend Flesh

Midoriya Izuku has never been allowed to stay out past sundown. He always comes home early to his mother, the only person who he won’t hurt when he transforms into a monstrous beast.

His new Quirk and U.A. complicate things, to say the least.

Bonus notes: There’s a reason why Inko is so protective of her son, and resistant to him being a hero.

can you hear me?

Izuku, a few years after his pro hero debut, lands himself an injury that keeps from work for a while. Seeing Izuku unsure of what to do, the Wild, Wild Pussycats invite him to spend summer on their property in the woods to recover and recuperate; and, of course, as an excuse for Kouta to see his hero.

He’s happy to slow down, spending time learning to take care of himself, and to enjoy the woods. As he gets his strength back, he hikes often with Kouta, until one day they’re separated when a storm hits. With only a set of walkie talkies connecting them, the two struggle to find each other and shelter, before anything worse happens.

5% luck, 20% skill

Principal Nezu takes on Izuku as a student.

Bakugou

Out of the Fire

Bakugou as Gordon Ramsey... (from @aizawa-wears-crocs).

Snap

Katsuki is hit with a Quirk that dulls physical and emotional feelings. At first it seems fairly harmless to his friends, until he gets hurt and his reaction is much different than anyone expects.

lead me down the road less traveled

When he’s young, Bakugou Katsuki decides what he wants to be when he grows up: a villain.

And Katsuki always gets what he wants.

Todoroki Family

the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

There’s a ghost haunting the Todoroki mansion. Rumors say it drove Todoroki Rei insane. Shouto has never seen it himself, has only heard footsteps in the hallway sometimes, but one day he discovers the stories are true—and the ghost is someone he knows, his own brother.

The Fire Within You

Scared of the Quirk he’s inherited from his father, Midoriya Izuku runs away from home after a terrible accident. And though the police and his mother search desperately for Izuku, someone else has found him first - an older, scrappy boy whose Quirk is similar to his own. Dabi takes Izuku under his wing, and their meeting lights a fire that may never have started otherwise.

violets are blue | blood is red

Todoroki Rei has been receiving flowers from her husband. At least, that’s what Shouto believes until she goes missing. The key he has to find her is the blue flowers on her windowsill and a tenuous connection to a villain: Dabi, whose motives remain unclear yet who seems to have a particular grudge against the number one hero.

Arsonist's Lullaby

Here is one secret few people know about the Todoroki family: Todoroki Natsuo is Quirkless. He had no power over fire nor ice, and his father never speaks of his Quirkless son—or his dead one.

Studying health and welfare, Natsuo keeps his head down and his anger simmering. He’s no hero like Shouto. Without a Quirk and with too much resentment, Natsuo has never considered the life of heroics or anything related to it—that is, until a strange encounter where bleeding, dangerous villain Dabi asks Natsuo for his help.

Natsuo doesn’t know why he helps Dabi, nor does he understand why Dabi doesn’t seem to want to hurt him. But one encounter with the villain turns into more, until Natsuo realizes one day he understands Dabi better than his own father Endeavor. He doesn’t get why Dabi cares so much or why he feels safe around him. When Dabi offers to help Natsuo leave his life behind, Natsuo is faced with a choice… and his own family.

When the Glitter Fades

When Todoroki Shouto is hit by a mysterious Quirk, he drops, unconscious. Though his friends worry, there seem to be no visible effects. No damage. Nothing wrong.

But as the days pass, Todoroki just… doesn’t wake up. He’s caught in a neverending dream that shows him his own deep desires—his family, whole again and happy. And he doesn’t want to leave.

Digging Dreams Out of the Fire

Moments of recovery between Todoroki Rei and her son Shouto.

Eri

when there’s blood in my ears, i’ll hold you closer*

Even after Overhaul’s defeat, there are still villains looking for more Quirk-erasing bullets, and for the girl they come from. When Eri is nearly kidnapped, Aizawa makes the difficult decision to take Eri temporarily into hiding with him. But their safe houses aren’t as safe as they’re supposed to be either, and Aizawa begins to suspect that the Hero Commission has reasons to want Eri, too.

take your medicine

Aizawa Eri did not like doctors. This was a fact. Eri had also never received proper vaccinations in her very short life. Luckily, her big brothers Mirio and Deku are there to hold her hand, even as she begins to spiral in the waiting room (from @happi-tree).

Other Characters of Class 1-A

Now You Don’t

Traitor!Hagakure AU. Class 1-A deals with their friend Hagakure’s mysterious disappearance, sharing their favorite stories of her and hoping for her safety as the search parties continue to come back empty-handed. Meanwhile, Tooru contemplates if going to the League was the correct decision - or if her new Sensei only sees her as another tool (from @happi-tree).

My Grand Plan

Hagakure Toru is surprised in her second year when she’s approached by a support and hero management firm that promises they will make people pay attention to her, but soon she accepts the offer to work together. But soon Toru realizes the firm’s support gear, plans, and inviting environment seems to cover something suspicious. And when they ask Toru for more information about her classmates and school, she begins to wonder if the support is for heroes or for villains.

visual (invisible)

Toru’s internship is drawing to an end, and though she’s grateful for the experience, she’s glad to be heading back to normal with classes and lunch with her friends without looking over her shoulder all the time. Not that anyone sees her, anyway, if she doesn’t want them to.

On her last day, she takes a bullet to the shoulder, and that’s when things fall apart.

They can see her. Toru’s friends, her classmates, her teachers: they can see her. It’s Toru’s childhood dream come true, all her prayers to the distant stars in the dark of night, her birthday wishes. No more going unnoticed. No more being invisible. No more of people looking right through her.

But it comes at the cost of her Quirk. Lost, unsure of her next steps, Toru has to figure out what it means to finally be seen when she’s been invisible her entire life, and what it means when she can no longer hide anything to anyone—or to herself.

balloons can’t make you fly

Five times Uraraka solved her problems by making them float, and one time she didn’t need her Quirk for it.

Don't ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash

When the Hero Commission gets involved with concerns about Hitoshi entering U.A.’s hero course due to his “villainous” Quirk, Hitoshi suddenly drops out of U.A. entirely, leaving his friends and teachers concerned about where he’s gone.

If the Hero Commission is law, Hitoshi makes the decision to defy it, taking a more direct approach to chasing his dreams: vigilantism.

Do you trust yourself?

Yaoyorozu Momo is supposed to be perfect. She is a recommended student, has a powerful Quirk, and comes from a family with a history of heroics.

But for all of her expectations, Momo knows she has one weakness: a crippling lack of confidence. But Momo’s friends and mentors are happy to teach Momo to trust herself.

A Momo-centric fic that spans her years at U.A. and her first steps as a hero.

Ignorance is Bliss*

Maybe Kyoka shouldn’t have been listening to Midoriya and All Might’s conversation, but she was curious. She ends up hearing more than she should—but not quite enough to get the full story.

Struggling to come to terms with “All Might’s legacy” and a connection to the villain who destroyed Kamino, All for One, Kyoka asks her classmate Todoroki for help unraveling a secret. The two form an unlikely team and friendship as they begin looking for the truth: about All for One, All Might, Midoriya, and the ties that bind them together.

Fear the Anger of a Kind Soul

There’s a bit of an unspoken rule in the dorms. Don’t mess with Uraraka.

Mineta tries. The story starts with him trying to sneak into her room, and ends with an expulsion, a few holes in the ceiling, and a social media post gone viral.

Dissociation Potion

Todoroki, in a spur of bad-decision making, makes a drink he found browsing social media.

It’s not pretty.

A Siren's Call

AU—Jirou Kyoka is an up-and-coming singer, known better as JACK!, pursuing her dreams in music after graduating. Her fast track through school and constant work leaves her lonely. Though she won’t admit it, she’s on the path to burnout; even as her fanbase grows, Jirou feels like no one really listens to her.

After performing at a Hero Gala, there are suddenly more eyes on her than usual, including villains. When she’s attacked, pro hero Creati saves her, and they become friends. Creati, or Yaoyorozu Momo, introduces Kyoka to more pro heroes; suddenly Kyoka has friends her age who like her music but more importantly like her.

Not everyone approves of Kyoka’s new friends, especially not her manager. Rumors start on social media. And a dangerous accident almost threatens to tear Kyoka’s friendships apart, but she’s determined not to lose the people she’s come to care for.

dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight

One by one, students at U.A. disappear overnight. No one knows where they’ve gone, or what happened.

Tension grows as parents panic, investigation turns up nothing, and the teachers search desperately for their students. That is, until Aizawa discovers a calling card left behind, half-hidden, on which is carefully written: Let’s dance.

What’s revealed is a Quirk trafficking ring—targeting powerful Quirks, with no better to choose from than the most prestigious hero school in Japan.

Cross the Delta

Asui Tsuyu knows even at the young age of seven that her froglike features make her an oddity amongst her peers. She tries to let their jeers and taunts slough off her like water, but they seep under her skin instead. A Hero with a Mutant Quirk helps her to see differently. Asui Tsuyu will become a Hero, oddity or not (from @happi-tree).

Miscellaneous

Revenge of the Roses

A non-deadly Hanahaki fic in which characters try to get each other to fall in love without falling in love back.

They’ve got a deadline: exams, when Hanahaki will get them out of it. They’ve got dates planned.

And, well, it doesn’t seem to be working. (Either the characters stay as friends and end up doing really nice things for each other, or they’re both falling in love. Oops.)

Run If You Can

Tensei’s hero career is— well, it’s over. There’s no wheeling around the fact, but that’s okay; he knows Tenya will be a great hero following in his footsteps and carrying the legacy of Ingenium.

It’s just that some days Tensei wheels down the hospital halls and realizes he’s become of the people that needs the saving, not the hero anymore. It’s just that some days he gets a call from the office or a bouquet of flowers and feels worse for the well wishes, not better. It’s just that some days he remembers it’s all over, and he’s one of the tragedies.

He doesn’t regret Stain. He doesn’t regret standing up to him, or lying in the street bleeding out knowing he might have saved someone else. But he doesn’t know what to do now.

There’s no running when you can’t run anymore.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha prompt #fake fic asks #open prompts

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sweet revenge ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1568

request?: yes!

@keepcalm-and-beyou : “Hey can you do song prompt attention with Machine gun kelly please?”

description: in which colson’s ex-girlfriend gets the best kind of revenge

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy, angst sorta

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

masterlist

All eyes were on her when she walked into the party, including Colson’s.

At first he just glanced her way, not realizing who had just walked in. When it registered in his head who it was he nearly got whiplash from looking back so fast. She was wearing the sexiest dress he had ever seen; extremely low cut and tight enough that it showed off her every curve. Her hair was curled and tossed over one shoulder, showing off the tattoo he had watched her get just months earlier.

“Uh, Kells?” questioned the girl hanging off of him; yet another groupie looking for a meaningless hook up.

She was looking at Colson, a teasing smirk on her face as she continued towards the drink table. The groupie whined as Colson pushed her away and approached his ex-girlfriend.

“Who gave you the right to show up looking this sexy?” he asked her in a flirtatious tone. When she turned to look at him, Colson was shocked to see that her smirk had turned into a glare.

“I don’t need permission, especially not now because I’m single,” she hissed in response.

Every ounce of flirt that Colson had in him melted away as he returned (Y/N)’s glare. “Really? You’re gonna be acting like that? You’re the one who broke up with me, (Y/N). Remember?”

“Only because you cheated on me!”

Colson scoffed. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you, I never fucking cheated! It was all tabloid lies, and you fucking believed them!”

“You may not have actually stuck your dick in any of those girls, but you let them hang all over you like you were single. You let them show you their tits and their asses, you let them grind all over you, you let them sending you fucking flirty messages in your goddamn DMs!” She raised her voice to a near yell. Luckily, the thumping music drowned out her words to anyone else who wasn’t near. “You may not have actually cheated on me, but you weren’t exactly pushing away any of those girls.”

She had a point, and Colson knew that. But he was too stubborn to admit it. So instead, he retorted, “So what’s this then, your revenge? Come to the party I’m at dressed hot as shit and then curse me out?”

“That’s part of it,” she responded. “To show you what you lost. The next part is to show you how you’ll never get it back.”

Colson smirked. “And how are you going to do that?”

As if on cue, a man walked up to the drink table. His eyes were immediately on (Y/N), taking in her curved figure in her flattering dress. She looked at him over her shoulder, giving him a look so seductive Colson would’ve grabbed her and fucked her right then and there if it was directed towards him.

“Well hello there pretty lady,” the man said. “Is the shitty rapper here bugging you?”

“Ay, fuck off dick head,” Colson snapped.

“Yes, actually, he is,” (Y/N) cut him off. “Seems like he doesn’t know how to take no as an answer.” She turned her back on Colson and put a hand on the man’s arm, positioning herself in a way that all her...assets here in clear view. “What about you? Do you wanna party, big boy?”

The man smiled and poured up a drink for himself and (Y/N). Colson glared as he watched the two of them move towards the dancefloor.

As the hours passed by, Colson found himself unable to look away from (Y/N). She was laughing and smiling, grinding upon the man, who, understandably, was basking in the attention she was giving him. No matter where they went, Colson found his eyes following no matter how hard he tried to look away.

Colson knew he fucked up, and he knew the end of their relationship was his fault. When it first happened, he was so pissed off he decided to take his anger and frustrations out through song, when that didn’t work it was drugs, and when those also didn’t work it was meaningless sex with countless groupies. Even through all of that, he felt the pain of losing the woman he truly loved.

(Y/N) was right, Colson never really cheated but he also never pushed away any of the girls who flirted with him. He didn’t deserve someone as beautiful, as incredible, as loyal as (Y/N), but he couldn’t picture himself being with anyone else.

The groupie girl was back on his lap, trying to regain his attention by kissing his neck, but he was fixated on (Y/N) and the man, who were finishing their fourth drinks. Suddenly, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. She bit her lip and nodded. Colson watched as the man took her hand and led her down a hallway, towards bedrooms. His blood was suddenly boiling.

“You know, you’re a lot less fun than all those bitches online said you’d be,” the groupie whined in his ear. “What’s wrong? You don’t think I’m sexy?”

Colson looked at her and responded, “No, I don’t.”

The groupie gasped and got off his lap. She huffed and marched away, muttering something under her breath that he couldn’t hear over the thumping music.

He stared at where they had went, debating on whether or not to go after them. It wasn’t his place to burst in there and beat the fuck out of the guy, even though that’s what he wanted to do more than anything. (Y/N) wasn’t his anymore, he had no right to be jealous. But he was. He was shaking with rage.

Before he could stop himself, he stood and made his way towards the hallway. As he walked away from the party, the music started to get quieter. He was barley halfway through the hallway when a door opened and the fucker stepped out. The man stopped, shocked by Colson’s sudden appearance, which gave Colson the opportunity to pin him again the wall and to throw the first punch. It connected with his nose and the man immediately yelped in pain as blood started gushing from his nose.

(Y/N) quickly came out just in time to see Colson throw the second punch. “No! Stop!”

She grabbed hold of Colson’s arm as he raised it again, pulling with all her might to stop him. “Colson fucking stop! I didn’t fuck him!”

Colson paused, turning to look at her. “What?”

“She said no, man,” the man confirmed. “Which is fucking fine by me. No bitch is worth this kind of shit.”

Colson raised his hand to hit the guy again, this time for insulting (Y/N), but she grabbed hold of him to stop him again. The man took it as his opportunity to escape.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” (Y/N) snapped. “You’re the one who was flirting it up with other girls while we were together, you have no right to be getting jealous of me sleeping with other guys now that we’re broken up!”

“I’m sorry, but seeing you with that guy fucking destroyed me, (Y/N),” Colson responded. “I know I fucked us, I ruined our relationship, but that doesn’t make it easier to watch you, looking gorgeous as always, grinding all over some random dude.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms and turned away from Colson. She was so frustrated she was shaking. She wanted to leave, coming to the party was a bad idea. This whole plan was a bad idea. She never should’ve came.

“Why didn’t you go through with it?” Colson asked.

“None of your fucking business,” (Y/N) sneered.

Colson put his hands up in surrender. “I was just curious, okay? I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone to fuck whoever you want.”

He turned and started to leave. (Y/N) watched him go, before blurting, “Because I’m not over you.”

He stopped and turned back to look at her. She couldn’t meet his eye. She stared at the floor as she explained. “I was going to, I figured it would be the ultimate revenge; a meaningless hookup like all the ones you’ve been having recently. But when he started undressing me I told him to stop, that I couldn’t do it. I told him I wasn’t over my ex and I didn’t want to use anyone as a rebound or anything.”

Colson approached her again. He took her hands in his. “I’m so, so sorry, (Y/N). I really am. I have no excuse for what I did, not like any excuse would make up for the shitty things I did. But you have to believe me that I do love you, I always did, and I still do. You’re the only one that I’ll ever want.”

Tears ran down (Y/N)’s cheeks. Colson wiped them away with his thumbs.

“I still love you, too,” she told him, her voice just barley a whisper.

“Did you really mean it when you said I’ll never get you back?” he asked her, resting his forehead against hers.

(Y/N) looked up at him, at those beautiful blue eyes that she always loved. “No, but it won’t be easy. You have to earn my trust again.”

Colson kissed her forehead. “I’ll do whatever I have to, (Y/N).”

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #estxx #everyone stands together #imagine #one shot #request #song #song imagine #song prompt #Charlie puth #attention

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The Many Astonishing Ways Abuse Can Affect Your Money

Photo by Darío Martínez-Batlle on Unsplash

People will use money, and your need of it, to manipulate you in various ways. Some are relatively harmless, and extremely common i.e. an otherwise neglectful parent buying their child lunch to get some time with them. However, some are more nefarious, and insidious. Here are a few common tactics people regularly use to control you financially:

Manipulation- This category is comprised of various types of manipulation including emotional appeal, constant desperation, and the use of younger siblings/dependent adults i.e. grandma against you.

Most everyone has been on the receiving end of an emotional appeal before. We use this to declare our love for each other, ask someone we have hurt for forgiveness, and so many other very positive interactions. But emotional appeal is also regularly used to try to influence a reluctant person to continue offering support with which they have become uncomfortable. A common use of emotional manipulation is for the dependent person to respond with an outburst of anger when support is threatened. They may genuinely feel that they have a right to be angry, and that may in fact be true, but that doesn't change the fact that the person providing support also has a right to their feelings, and ultimately, to their own time, energy, and money.

Another type of tactic that is very similar and often used in conjunction with emotional appeal, is for the person receiving support to be in a constant state of desperation. This person will often come to you at the end of the month to say, "Can I just borrow a couple hundred to get us through the month? I'll pay you pack the second I get paid." This is essentially asking for a payday loan from you, which we all know, is just a cycle of debt that actually benefits no one. This type of manipulation can be difficult to extract yourself from because there is probably a genuine need. However, it is ridiculous to expect anyone to loan you money on a frequent basis. If you cannot support your lifestyle on your own, reduce your lifestyle to the best of your ability.

If you have dependent family members, constant desperation becomes all that more effective. If grandma is on a fixed income, and Timmy is only 12 years old, they come with fixed expenses. Anyone knows this. And therefore, anyone should be able to plan for these expenses. If you are not living in the home, you are not responsible for grandma, or baby brother. I know this sounds harsh, and if the need is true, you can always offer other material support such as taking baby brother school clothes shopping, or asking only grandma what she might need from the store. But you do not need to provide money to people who may or may not be spending it in the way that they say they are.

Use of access to credit- Directly taking money out of an account they have access to, taking out a credit card in your name (or a joint one, if married) and using it indiscriminately or without permission.

My father was a big fan of this type of control. By the time my mother left him after 8 years of abuse, he had taken out something like 13 joint credit cards and run them all up to the limit. Not to mention all of the cards he took out in only his name or my mother's. He used my mother's maiden name and social security number to take out cards without her knowledge. He then chose to reveal the existence of these cards in moments when my mother was seriously considering leaving, claiming that if she left she would have nowhere to go because he had ruined her credit. This is obviously abusive behavior and should not be tolerated in any relationship, whether that is a relationship between adults, or a parent/child relationship. If you find yourself in a situation even close to this one, I highly recommend contacting the National Foundation for Credit Counseling (nfcc.org), as they may be able to provide concrete guidance on how to challenge behaviors like these in court.

Another form of manipulation could be pressuring you to take out a card and let someone else use it. This has actually happened to someone I know. Their parents put a lot of pressure on this person, basically the minute they turned 18, to take out a credit card in their name and let the parents use it, and pay it off. Or so they said. Ultimately, they were not able to make the payments on it, even the minimums, and destroyed this child's credit. The parents also convinced this child to take out payday loans in this child's name, and then just "loan" them the money. Please do not fall for this. This is manipulation, pure and simple. No reasonable person asks another to take out a loan for them, regardless of if you can afford it, or if they'll pay you back right away. Forget it. Any money loaned out is not a loan. You should be comfortable with the concept of never seeing that money back, and it should be an amount of money that you can afford to never see again. Regardless of how close you are, if not getting paid back would ruin your relationship with this person, you cannot afford to lend them money.

Monitoring- Keeping track of how you spend money, not allowing you a say in the family finances, or being cagey with their personal finances, while expecting you to be completely forthright with yours, usually perpetrated under the guise of "handling the finances", are all tactics that many people in long term relationships use to control their partner(s) or sometimes parents use to control their young adult children. This behavior can usually be spotted early on in the relationship.

1. Do they check up on you when they know you have other things to do?

2. Do they expect an unreasonable level of communication?

3. Do they ask to move in together pretty quickly? (This can be a tactic to more fully control your environment, or to begin the process of isolation, or dependence.)

4. Do they regularly ask for small sums of money, and always pay you back? (This can be a way to warm you up to the idea of giving them access to your accounts, or to loaning them large sums of money, which they will likely never pay back.)

5. Have they asked to share bills or accounts early on in the relationship, or before you have moved in together? (This could be a dependence or control tactic, because if they are on the account they are entitled to control and monitoring of the account, whether that is a cell phone bill, or a bank account.)

This is just a small selection of the types of questions that could come up as you negotiate the financial terms of your long term relationships. There are tons of questions that pertain to specific situations, people, and relationships. A great rule of thumb is to ask yourself whether you can communicate regularly, openly, and safely about your feelings with this person. If you do not have solid communication, trust, and safety with any person, they do not deserve access to or control of your financial life.

"Losing ambition" or other types of dependence- This can best be described as someone depending on your money while refusing to work when otherwise able - and this one comes with a huge caveat. Many people are truly dependent, and truly cannot work or find work for reasons beyond their control. But this needs to be communicated. Usually, the people who use dependence as a tactic to control you do not keep a regular conversation about finances going because that would reveal the extent of their use and abuse. My fiancee is pretty much entirely dependent on my income due to a chronic illness. I do not resent this because we have had tons and tons of conversations about our finances, and she has her own money and bank account. She contributes as best she can around the house, and constantly has ambitions of making her own money. She even buys me dinner sometimes. She is still driven and ambitious, it has just had to change in scope and degree from where she was before she was ill. That being said, refusing to work, find work, or otherwise contribute around the house can be a way to manipulate you into continuing to take care of someone. Keeping themselves dependent on you can make you second guess your desire to leave because "What would happen to them, they aren't working, I'm the only one paying the rent, where would they go?" This is a spiral that they want you to have because as long as they have nothing, you have to stay with them. The way to deal with this behavior is to do your best to sit with them and discuss their goals, what plans they have of achieving them, and how you and your money fit into that picture. Both parties should come to an agreement that feels ok for both parties. This will not feel good, do not expect it to. But this plan should offer both of you some level of psychological relief, and guidance on what the next steps could be for the dependent person. If someone is resistant to making substantive change in themselves and their lives, when they are otherwise completely capable of doing so, you do not need to feel responsible for their life, even if they do not feel responsible for it themselves. At this point you are forced to accept that this person is resistant to change right now, and will probably continue their pattern of behavior and manipulation regardless of anything you may or may not do. So, it would be in your best interest to distance yourself from the dependent person as much as possible. Ultimately, I encourage everyone to seek the professional help of a therapist, psychologist, or psychiatrist whenever possible. It always helps to have an objective lens through which to view a difficult situation such as manipulation or abuse.

Actionable Advice:

1. If you take nothing else from this article, always remember the 3 C's: Consent Communication Consideration. - Every partner in any relationship has a right to these three C's.

2. Protect yourself - we are raised to extend our trust, love, and vulnerability to the people who are closest to us, but this does not take into account the reality of toxic relationships and family members.

3. Educate yourself - Continue to advance your knowledge of personal finance and relationships. None of us are perfect. We all have gaps in our understanding, especially when it comes to interpersonal relationships, and getting along with others. Kindergarten can't teach us everything.

#personal finance #family finances #relationship #family #educateyourself

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 5 years

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I was re-reading the whole story and I've noticed a lot of moments where zhan punched or slapped jian and no one called him abusive but when he tian did it to mo in the past he always got hate. The thing I love the most about tianshan is that they're relationship is not the typical one and not "rainbows and sunshine" but I wouldn't call it abusive either. Where did this double standard come from?

Good evening, dear anon-san!

I have talked about physical violence, comedy, and toxicity a couple of times. Here are some asks that I think could be related to your topic:

HT as the discipliner?

ZZX and violence in the beginning

Is Tianshan (still) toxic?

Is Tianshan toxic, vol. 2?

I might repeat myself a little but I don’t think I have compared Zhanyi and Tianshan this way before. At least not in so many words. Also, for this ask, I’m going to call punches, kicks, and slaps just physical violence. But please don’t jump to any conclusions. In each case, I will be giving it context, so “physical violence” doesn’t equal “toxic abuse”. It’s just easier if I have some kind of quick way to refer to whenever the boys kick, slap, or punch each other.

“Where did this double standard come from?”

I wouldn’t call either Zhanyi or Tianshan abusive but I do think physical violence is different in nature when it comes to the respective relationships. So, I do see why people treat it differently when ZZX kicks JY from when HT kicks MGS. Because they are different, although they both serve their own purposes.

Context is the key here. I don’t think you should call anything abusive or toxic without a proper context which is exactly what makes all the difference here. This is also partly why I don’t think Tianshan is toxic or abusive. If you separate the physical violence of both Zhanyi and Tianshan from their contexts, they become seemingly similar. A punch is a punch.

Let’s take a look at Zhanyi at first. The comedy in 19 Days (especially in the beginning) is largely based on slapstick comedy. A form of humor that strongly exaggerates physical violence (either accidental or intended). Literally, when someone gets slapped, it makes us laugh. You can see this kind of comedy a lot in cartoons, comics, and anime. It’s not “real” violence; it’s merely a comedic moment that doesn’t have longlasting effects.

Doesn’t that sound pretty much like Zhanyi? Usually, this kind of comedic physical violence is built on JY’s crush on ZZX and him not always being able to hold back while ZZX is the one with stricter boundaries. JY, being the oblivious airhead in love that he is, often ends up getting uncomfortably close to ZZX or making some kind of pass at him or otherwise gets on ZZX’s nerves. ZZX gets embarrassed, bothered or annoyed, and all of us wait for him to explode in 3…2…1… (ch. 1, 4-5, 9-13, 23-24, 29, 30-31, 34, 62, 73, 86, 88, 92, 106, 121, 129, 137, 171, 206, 247, 253):

Even listed like that, ZZX’s physically violent behavior starts to look kind of bad. But if you remember to read them as a part of their context their meaning shifts quite significantly. Prior to those slaps, punches or kicks, JY had:

touched ZZX’s personal stuff without permission

suddenly kissed him on the lips

refused to get up

destroyed ZZX’s precious stuff by being careless

drooled on ZZX’s shirt

suddenly gotten in ZZX’s face and startled him

tried to hold ZZX’s hand while drunk

been pushy with physical affection

practically made love to ZZX’s blanket

been overall an idiot

suggested they took a bath together to save water

squeezed ZZX’s butt

nearly toppled ZZX over

wiped his snotty nose on ZZX’s shirt

jumped him

suddenly wrapped his legs around ZZX’s waist and locked him in an awkward position on top of JY

tricked ZZX with a lollipop he had already sucked on

suddenly flashed his dick when ZZX wanted to have a serious talk

told something embarrassing about ZZX to someone

and finally ripped his jeans while trying to feel ZZX up.

When you put the physical violence in all of that context, it suddenly becomes something else than ZZX being abusive towards JY. Especially when you’re familiar with the characters, what kind of relationship they have, and 19 Days as a publication. So no, I wouldn’t call the physical violence in Zhanyi abusive or ZZX an abusive character. We realize the bruises, bumps and bloody noses are there for a laugh and they’re “healed” by the next panel.

Besides for the comic relief, ZZX also seems to get physical if JY had made him worry (ch. 179, 181, 198):

In a way, that fits Zhanyi as well. ZZX is the protector and JY the one who’s weaker and yet often careless and oblivious. Giving JY a hefty slap in the head is a way for ZZX to take his relief out on something. Could he do something else instead? Sure. But I don’t think that still makes him an abusive character. It’s just an exaggerated way to show how worried he is about JY.

As far as my interpretations go, there has been one occasion when the physical violence in Zhanyi got darker (ch. 141):

Usually, when JY makes a pass at ZZX, it’s lighthearted and comedic in nature. They could have been brushed off as jokes and JY just messing around. That kiss was different, though. In his panic-hazed bout of seizing the moment, JY did something he had wanted to do for years. It wasn’t a joke anymore, and his unrequited love was suddenly there for both of them to see. ZZX’s reaction was more than expected, but the violence was different in nature. He wasn’t comedically annoyed but shocked and upset. However, even this occasion doesn’t come across as “abusive” to me. Rather it was about something that had been simmering under the surface for a long time suddenly bursting out in the open, raw, vulnerable and potentially destructive. By ZZX seemingly reacting the same as always, it was cleverly demonstrated how it wasn’t the same at all.

Now, what about Tianshan? HT and Tianshan are often called abusive and toxic. Personally, I can see where people who think so are coming from even if I don’t interpret HT’s character and their relationship the same way. There is physical violence in Tianshan - there’s no denying that - but again, it’s the context that matters and gives it a purpose, so to speak.

Whereas physical violence in Zhanyi’s case was mainly about comic relief, in Tianshan’s case it’s often about two strong-willed personalities clashing (ch. 138, 160, 222):

Where ZZX slapping, punching or kicking JY is funny to us, HT’s character uses physical violence to overpower and dominate MGS. And it’s rather easy to call that kind of behavior abusive - but again, the nature of it shifts when put into its context.

HT had to use force to get through to MGS who was blinded by his suspicions and distrust due to bad past experiences. Neither of them was wrong and had reasons for acting the way they did. HT needed to assert control to turn MGS’s direction around and make him listen. MGS wasn’t going to yield to mere words, and while HT thought his stubbornness was good and showed he had principles, MGS was still not to ignore HT’s orders. HT took control by force, but I do think it was unavoidable and in a way helped to create a sense of security and trust. In some ways, HT acted like a parent and set strict boundaries for MGS. But again if you take all of that context away, HT’s behavior comes across quite darker and abusive.

Of course, it’s possible some people interpret the physical violence in Tianshan as abusive even in its context. And I can kind of see where those people are coming from even if I don’t personally read the story the same way. Even if in context, HT still clearly used physical force and didn’t give MGS an option. The thing is, though, I don’t really have a problem with HT behaving like he did. For the most part, I’m not bothered by HT being physically pushy or MGS more or less resisting him. It’s one of the things that appeals to me in Tianshan. And if their relationships became drastically different in that sense, I would find it quite out of character for them. However, that also means Tianshan is most probably always going to come across as abusive to some people.

To summarize, I don’t think either Zhanyi or Tianshan is abusive but the physical violence in them is different in nature. And that naturally results in people viewing the seemingly same acts differently. Some people don’t have a problem with physical violence when it comes to slapstick comedy (although, I have seen people calling ZZX abusive, too) but they do think HT’s kind of physical violence is different and actually abusive. Again, I don’t really agree about Tianshan but the “double standard” makes sense because they’re not the same.

In a way, “abusive” and “toxic” are in the eye of the beholder. And we all have different levels of tolerance for it before it starts to change our opinions about the fictional relationship. And I don’t have a problem with that - we all have our taste and what appeals to us personally. However, I’ve come to found out that when people are quick to cry “abusive” at every turn, the context is often forgotten or ignored altogether. The bigger picture. The question of “why is this happening this way?”. “Toxic” and “abusive” have become moral high horses of sorts to make people feel good about themselves and, if possible, to guilt-trip others in the process.

Thank you for your question, dear anon-san!

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beginners guide to Razia’s shadow.

i remember i was rly confused going into Razia’s shadow. i couldn’t tell if it was a musical or just an album and when i did listen to the song i had to use wikpedia n stuff to figure out the plot. so here’s a little guide for anyone curious about Razia’s shadow!

to begin there is two versions of razia’s shadow. the album is the original. on of the people who worked on the album went on to make a play version that has a pretty different plot. i honestly don’t know much about the play version so i’ll only talk about the album today

the album’s story is split into two halves. the first half is about the creation of the world and a rebellious angel. it sets up a lot of the exposition for the second half.

the second half takes place 100 years after the first half. it’s about star crossed lovers in a very Romeo and Juliet esque story.

so the songs themselves can be a little hard to understand without extra knowledge. i’ve heard the cd version has a little booklet which probably goes over what you miss but as i listened to it on spotify and i’m sure others will too here's little summary of the plot of each song so you can understand what’s happening.

Genesis: this one is about O the scientist and his head Angel Ahrima creating the world. O is basically god, he made all the angels and had Ahrima help with world building. Ahrima views O as a father figure.

. the world’s name is never mentioned in the song but it’s Razia, hence the album title. the song ends with Ahrima bitter about how his talents were used. his temper cools though when he’s with Nidria. another angel he’s deeply in love with.

Missing Piece: this song is basically Ahrima confessing his love to Nidria and them getting together. like the previous song Ahrima complains about how he was meant for better greater things. Nidria agrees but encourages him to be patient.

life is looking up: Ahrima has a great idea that he’s sure will impress O the Scientist and get him the recognition he feels he deserves. he has blueprints for “the lamps”

now the lamps are never fully explained but i believe they’re implied to be the stars, moon, and sun.

Ahrima shows them to O. O is proud but not in the way Ahrima wants. the lamps are still built but they still don’t give Ahrima the recognition he desired. Ahrima feeling jealous and bitter storms of to the dark to cool down and think.

while there a little brown spider named Barayas perches on his shoulder.

spider and the lamps: in this song Barayas says he’s heard of Ahrima and is impressed with his skills.

he tells Ahrima that the angel is special but they still treat him like a kid. he encourages Ahrima to be more bitter and angry. he convinces Ahrima to tear the lamps to the grown in revenge for how he was treated.

the song ends with Ahrima doing just that. Toba the Tura is called to place judgment on him. i’ll go into more detail on Toba in the next song

Barayas is only mentioned in this song. i’m not sure why he wanted to mess stuff up. seeing as there’s a lot of like biblical themes in the first half i assume it’s a reference to the snake in adam and eve

Toba the Tura: Toba is one of many one off characters. he acts as a sort of judge/enforcer and has come to pass his judgment on Ahrima.

he starts of gentle. almost siding with Ahrima a little. he then goes into detail on how Ahrima tore down the lamps, scorching the earth, and destroying the angel’s homes.

Toba has a bit where he sings about Ahrima’s betrayal while Ahrima sings of being guilty and pleading to O.

Toba says Ahrima must stay in the dark while the other angels leave to the light. a massive mountain is put up to block them

the Oracle: this one introduces us to our 3rd one off character, Gargul the Oracle.

he, and the other angels, come to the dark to Tell Ahrima of a prophecy. the prophecy states that someone from the light and dark will fall in love with each other and reunite the world.

this song also has a little bit of Nidria and Adakaias singing together again so that’s cute.

intermission: this one just shows 100 years have past.

The Exit: there’s two brother princes in the dark. the youngest is named Adakias and the oldest Pallis. they both grew up listening to stories of the prophecy and such.

there’s another one off character here called Sangara. they’re only point in the song is to say Adakaias should be more like his brother. i believe they’re a servant of some kind.

anyways Pallis is very down to earth and responsible while Adakais has a big romantic streak. he believes he’s the chosen one in the prophecy and longs to go to the light

Pallis say’s that’s stupid, the prophecy isn’t real, and if he leaves he’ll hunt him down.

Adakias still leaves anyway. he goes to the light and falls for a princess there named Anhura.

True Love: this songs is basically just Adakais and Anhura confessing love to eachother

they sing about being in love, Adakias sings about not being able to reveal his past, then they decide to get married. the only problem is they have to face Anhura’s father.

The King: the newest one off character, King Malka, Anhura’s father.

Adakais and Anhura sing about wanting permission to be married and that Adakais isn’t after the crown. king Malka still says no.

they decide to Elope but before they can Anhura falls seriously ill.

he believes it’s caused by him being from the dark and decides to take her to a special doctor he knows of back in the dark. he convinces her to go without revealing his past.

Holy the Sea: at this point it’s important to note that there is some sort of body of water between the light and dark. i think someone said it was a river that eroded the top of the mountain?

anyways they have to cross it to get to the doctor. they meet two longshoremen brothers (you guessed it, one off)

Anhura is like passed out on the boat ride as the brothers talk to Adakias about the prophecy and that he’s a decedent of Ahrima. Adakias only becomes more convinced of his destiny

the song ends with the couple arriving at the doctors shack.

The Doctor: the doctor is here and he’s feral. he says he can cure Anhura but in return he demands the stay with him in his hut to fulfill his fantasies. Anhura argues and first but Adakias says to trust him and just do it.

the doctor cures her but they can do anything Pallis busts in.

The End and the Beginning: Pallis shows up and he’s pissed. he talks about following the couple and that Anhura could never love poor boys like them. (no i don’t know why he says their poor when they’re princes back home. maybe the dark is just rly poor or maybe he was lying)

Anhura and Adakias sing about how money doesn't matter and she loves him.

Pallis switches gears and reveals Adakias is from the dark. Adakias quickly patches things up with Anhura saying he meant to tell her sooner but that they’re still in love.

Pallis only get more annoyed and reveals Adakias is the reason Anhura gets sick and goes to stab her.

Adakias leaps in the way and gets stabbed instead.

Adakias forgives his brother as he dies and basically tells Anhura and Pallis to take care of the world for him.

his act of sacrifice reunites the two halves of the world.

after that the ending is purposely open ended leaving room for the listener to decide how it goes from there.

and there you have it! the last thing i’d like to talk about is the cannon art. it exists but for the most part people don’t use it so feel free to get creative with how you see the character!

anyways, that’s all i’ve got for now! feel free to add on if you have any more helpful information!

#razia's shadow #Razias shadow #long read #lond post #text #text post #guide #forgive durden #music

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