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mitch-the-silly · 2 months

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hi!!

id like to request sir pentious x reader headcanons where the reader is sir pentious’ and of course went with him to the hotel to spy on the hotel crew for the vees (let’s just say he wasn’t caught on day one for this..) and the reader starts feeling bad so they take down all of the cameras set up. once pen finds out, he’s absolutely pissed and upset, so he refuses to talk to the reader for about a few weeks, and ends with the reader apologizing (or at least attempting to) and some fluff?

thanks a bunch!!

(I swear I love sir pentious more than life itself he’s such a silly lil thing)

OMG YESSS! Sir Pentious was such a comfort character for me; he deserves the world. Most of my friend group hasn't watched Hazbin yet, and I always get caught lacking because of my "It Starts with Sorry" mini-phase. His parts are actual pieces of heaven to me-

(Post-writing process note: I wrote the best parts while listening to "Christmas Kids" and every time that one pops up on my playlist, I cook really hard with whatever it is I'm writing-)

Enough said, I'm gonna make this a tiny bit of a slow burn. Because... yeah :>

Reader is gn! due to no specification of gender being made in the request.

HOPE YOU ENJOYY!!!

"Amnesty"

Sir Pentious X gn!Reader Fluff

Here are your headcanons!

You had found work under Sir Pentious some decades ago. He wasn’t exactly the most successful overlord, but you were happy to not be part of the lower end of the food chain.

He didn’t own your soul and truly had no interest in such a thing. But you were like an assistant of sorts. Not quite an egg boy, not quite an equal to the man himself.

Despite this, you thought he was quite charming. While he was not destroying half of Pentagram City, he was sitting in the main hall of his steampunk zeppelin drinking tea and conversing with you. It was a very comfortable life.

And thus, as it was routine for the both of you, he began to pick a fight with Alastor again (a sort of fight which he always lost, but when did that stop The Great Sir Pentious). You stood ready to shoot. Your hand on the only lever the egg boys could not reach.

Pulling that lever was literally your only job. The only reason Sir Pentious had hired you in the first place. That’s just how enjoyable your company was to him.

Alas, the fight with Alastor was another failure, but he didn’t go down without ripping a piece of his coat. Action that Alstor didn’t seem to take kindly. The whole ordeal ended in Sir Pentious being flung out across the Pentagram. Of course, you ran off to find him.

Once you found him, you checked if he was alright. “Sir! Are you alright? That was quite the hit the Radio Demon gave you…” you mumbled at him, checking his person to make sure he was alright. He’d put himself together quite well, so you let him be.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine Y/n. I must persist in this endeavor! We mustn’t flail in our pursuit of power.” He called out, a statement at which you nodded.

You two tried to walk back to where the zeppelin had landed, but before you could make it there, in front of an electronics store, the both of you saw a TV light up with a very recognizable face.

Through that TV, Vox (one of the overlords Sir Pentious was trying to catch the attention of by attacking Alastor) explained to both of you that he had a mission for them. To infiltrate into the hotel, blend in, and spy on Alastor and Charlie.

(Valentino butted in to ask that they spy on Angel too-)

The both of you were thrilled to accept this mission. Immediately finding the Zeppelin and making your way back to the Hotel (this time in conditional peace).

Sir Pentious knocked on the Hotel’s main entrance and you waited beside him.

When Vaggie opened the door, you did NOT get punched. Sir Pentious however, did not get the same luck.

You both pleaded your cases. Saying that you’d spoken about the possibility of redemption and had considered it the best idea.

Of course, Charlie just couldn’t resist taking you two into the hotel (much to Angel and Vaggie’s dismay).

That same night, both you and Sir Pentious began to set up Vox’s cameras. You almost got caught, but thanks to your amazing deception skills, you two got away with it (Angel saw you guys, and you pretended you’d lost something).

As the days passed, you seemed to get more used to the way things were. The egg boys, Sir Pentious and you loved it at the hotel.

You became friends with Angel Dust and found Niffty oddly endearing despite her psychotic tendencies. Vaggie’s protective nature made you feel safe, Alastor was good company, Husk was very interesting to talk to and Charlie was the sweetest person you’d met!

And after speaking to Charlie a couple of times on the subject of your dynamic with Sir Pentious, you realized that you were very much in love with him.

After such a revelation, your mindset completely changed. Charlie had helped you realize that truly, you didn’t just follow and care for Sir Pentious because he was the overlord you worked for, but because you genuinely cared about him. How could you live with the guilt of betraying, spying, and intruding on the privacy of such a sweet person as well as her friends? Yes, this mission meant a lot to Sir Pentious, but you… you couldn’t do it anymore.

One night, you snuck down to the lobby. You knew exactly where all the cameras were, and you began to carefully take every single one of them down. And just as you were on the last one, you were faced with the last person you wanted to see: Sir Pentious.

He stood in front of the last camera, looking at you in disbelief. “What are you doing messsssssing wissss the camerasssss?” He whisper-yelled at you. Demanding an explanation.

“Sir… I… I can’t with this anymore… They’ve treated us so well… and we’re betraying them.” You argued, trying to keep it as quiet as he was.

“What? Why would you do that? I’m not letting you back out of thissssss. You’re not acting with ssssensssse.” He hissed back.

“Sir Pentious, please… I… We are gaining nothing from this.” You argued.

“Nossssing? Y/n, we are working for Voxssss. That’ssss exsssactly where we’ve been trying to be for the passssst five decadessss. You’re not gonna throw all of that away, are you?” He frowned. He felt so offended that you would even suggest you both ditch the plan.

“No that’s not what I-, Sir… I… hand me the camera, please...”

“Absssssolutely not.” He spat back.

“Stop being so loud, we’re going to get caught.” You responded, “Please… let’s talk this over, Penty…” You mumbled. An old nickname you hadn’t called him in ages. It was more of an inside joke between the both of you, but you definitely meant it as a term of absolute endearment.

“No. I don’t care what you call me. I’m not going to fall for it. I don’t know what they told you, but I sssssee now that I’ve losssssst your pledged loyalty. Do not ssssspeak to me, ever again, you traitor.” He responded bluntly.

Normally you would find his melodramaticism funny. But this. This one he meant it. You looked at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. You couldn’t take the pain of the wound his words inflicted on your heart. You loved him, and he hated you now. He deemed you as a traitor. So you ran away in an attempt to spare yourself from him seeing you cry. Running up the stairs, you stumbled into your room. Crying in a corner as you looked at the (now deactivated) cameras that you’d taken down. You sobbed bitterly on the floor until you eventually were too tired to remain awake.

The next morning, you crawled into your bed. You didn’t want to leave it. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic of you, but you’d been around Sir Pentious for so long that you didn’t know if it even was far-fetched. But all of that aside, you couldn’t bear to show your face. You felt that if you saw him, you’d start sobbing on the spot. So you simply stayed tucked below your blankets.

Charlie came in to check why you hadn’t left your room, and you simply told her you felt sick.

She had Niffty bring you some stew.

The egg boys went to check on you. You didn’t tell them about the argument you had with Sir Pentious.

They offered to bring you the next bowl of stew. They really cared about you

(Carl has definitely accidentally called you his parent-)

After three days of moping around, you decided you would go downstairs and sit in the lobby.

Once she saw you, Charlie asked you if you felt better now and you told her you felt much better.

However, at some point, you were left alone with Sir Pentious. You knew that you had to approach him. From the very depths of your heart you knew that you loved him and that if you stopped talking to him, you would live in misery for the rest of your eternal existence.

So the second you felt ready, you walked up to him with an apologetic look.

The second he saw you in his field of view, he turned away from you. Letting out a resentful huff, he tried to ignore you. However, you were determined to fix things.

“Sir Pentious… I… I didn’t mean to upset you. I know Vox’s attention means a lot to you… but this place made me realize that… you can be happy without him. We can be happy without him. Here in the hotel! In Heaven!” You exclaimed, begging him to listen.

“We? What do you mean by we? You’ve never sssspoken to me like this before.” He asked, still a bit undignified but still turning to you, confused by your choice of words.

You paused, thinking of how to come clean to him. “The reason why I took down the cameras was… because I felt bad. Charlie and I have been talking about feelings and things of the sort… and she made me realize that… That I love you… And, I’m so thankful for the clarity she brought me that it felt like betrayal. But I guess I… I didn’t stop to think how that would make you feel…” You mumbled.

He gave you a look of bewilderment. He had no words; he was flattered. And suddenly, it all made sense to him as well. The reason why he’d felt so betrayed was because of how he valued you.

“The last thing I wanted was for you to detest me…” You mumbled at him, feeling tears build up in your eyes.

He gave you a look of sympathy. It clicked in his mind that you did it out of love for him. He didn’t know how to feel about your affection towards him, but he was sure he cared about you and that the feeling was at the very least partially reciprocated. But right now, the feeling of betrayal was still fresh on his mind.

“I… I forgive you, I sssssuppose… I can’t stay mad at you after such a heartfelt confessssssion…” He mumbled, blushing, turning away. This time, not out of grudge, but out of embarrassment.

It wasn’t quite long until you two decided to take all the cameras down for good (after you two were discovered by Angel Dust about a week later) and dedicate yourselves to redemption.

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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Because of your blog, I’ve read over 500 Sterek fics since April 😂 I have a problem. But! Do you have any super long fics that are your go-to favorites?

That is awesome!!! ❤️ I don't have the attention span for really long fics so there is only one CRAZY long fic here, the rest are around 100K.

This was meant to be a shorter list but they are ALL so amazing!!

Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 434.6K | Explicit

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

a mountain to climb by grimm | 126.4K | Explicit | wayback

“Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!”

Don’t Savage The Messenger by exclamation | 172.3K | Explicit

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters’ stories would have him believe.

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse | 91K | Explicit

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) | 109K | Explicit

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) | 149.1K | Explicit

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi | 156.7K | Mature

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion | 158.6K | Mature

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam | 105.1K | Explicit

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam | 180K | Explicit

It’s the summer after Stiles’ first year of college, and he’s working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he’s okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn’t care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he’s just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica | 124.5K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he’s accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger’s sperm.Awesome.And the father of Stiles’s baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.Joy.

Golden Boy by trilliath | 127.7K | Explicit

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse | 115.5K | Explicit

“I’m sorry, I believe there’s something wrong with my hearing,” Stiles said. “Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me.”

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn’t misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there’s an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won’t last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott’s brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

Home by TheTypewriterGirl | 167.1K | Explicit

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Stiles’s Story Time by trilliath | 125.8K | Explicit

Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids’ reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott’s adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles’s face looks in those glasses. Or something like that.

Do Not Go Gentle by MojoFlower | 195.8K | Explicit

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

Chosen by exclamation | 99K | Explicit

By tradition, when the Hale heir comes of age, the alpha can choose one boy to serve as the heir’s slave for a month. When Peter Hale chooses Stiles, Stiles expects to spend a month being used and abused. But it seems Derek Hale doesn’t want a sex slave any more than Stiles wants to be one.

Unfortunately, they’re stuck with each other. They have to make it through the next month without killing each other, and without getting Peter Hale to order Stiles’ death.

Meanwhile, Stiles wants to know why exactly Peter picked him.

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Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.

Kindred Spirits by Stoney | 104.7K | Explicit

Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

Versus by secondstar | 94.5K | Explicit

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

Honourable Mention - 61K

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #novel length #100k

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17-noodlebird · 2 months

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presenting...

The Amazing Digital Circus Road Trip AU!!!! 🎪🛣️🎉

I finally have the courage to post something of genuine purpose here!!!

So this is the summary:

• The events prior to the road trip were… eventful, for lack of a better term. To make a long story short, a group of dimensional travelers opened the eyes of the Amazing Digital Circus, both for better and for worse. What started out so rocky ended up becoming a closer bond for them, as they learned more about the other dimensions, and maybe, just maybe, the enigmatic inner machinations of C&A and their perpetually dark history.

• About 6 months went by since then, with Bubble, and four of the interdimensional diplomats, Beth, Pam, Val, and Garcia, creating brand new maps for the game that the others could explore, while completing tasks, gaining artifacts, and meeting brand new people, all while keeping the details secret until it was ready. The other diplomats each had their own contributions to their own game maps, as did Bubble, but only one knew the ending of the road trip: the main diplomat Lulu.

• The road trip would be akin to the world level-based collect-a-thon video games, a la the Super Mario Odyssey, and the role-playing games a la the Steven Universe: Light series. Twenty-six designated levels were made, each with a different theme, animation style, culture, customs, interactable NPCs, characters in need of help, and antagonists/bosses that they can defeat.

• There is a door made out of mountain rock that needs to be unlocked, using all twenty-six (or twenty-eight, depending on your point of view on the matter) jewels, to unlock the “ending” of the road trip; no one else, not even Bubble, knows what's behind the rock door — no one, that is, except Lulu. She says that it's a surprise for afterwards. Each gem is hidden somewhere in their respective worlds, and the players need to obtain and collect all of the jewels in order to open that door by completing tasks, fulfilling objectives, and defeating antagonists. While the circus players pack their things into the Magical Digital Van (a combo of the Magic School Bus for the cutesy face that only communicates in beeps or radio music, and Vanzilla from The Loud House, in terms of retro appearance and spaciousness in cargo and passengers), Garcia gives Caine a silver-colored crystalline gem, causing a “YOU DID IT” pop-up to appear, startling him. Apparently, the pop-up appears when a jewel is obtained after completing the location’s objective. After the first jewel is placed in the middle of the rock door, The Amazing Digital Circus sets off for fun and adventure, thrills and peril, comedy and tragedy, action and excitement, an obscure all-star cast of side characters, heroes, villains, pop culture references, ties to nostalgia, relatability, and… possibly romance…...? Who knows? The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.

• Each of the Digital Circus members have magical Velcro bracelet communicators that they can use to contact the diplomats for help on tasks, finding out further information, or to just talk to them the same way we'd talk to our loved ones on the phone for hours on end. The communicators also send the circus members notifications for an objective they must complete (do keep in mind they can come much later than usual when they least expect it), as well as random achievements, the same way you would when actually playing a video game. Once a jewel has been obtained by any means, the pop-up will congratulate the circus members for grabbing the jewel, as well as to notify how many left you need to obtain to unlock the rock door. For example:

~ JEWEL OBTAINED! ~

15 out of 26

Only 11 remain

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Characters:

The original eight characters have been slightly altered to fit the AU, but still have most of their canon traits intact.

• Caine:

Caine is still the charismatic goofball we all know and love, but with a dash of nervousness, inability to understand human humor, especially Gen Z humor, and hints of newfound irritability. He's practically a fish out of water in most of these game locations, not really capable of self-defense outside of his signature cane, and being a lot more cautious and protective with his fellow members, especially his best friend and guide, Pomni. Caine sometimes acts as the dad friend of the group, not tolerating anyone's BS and trying to maintain order in situations he's absolutely not familiar with at all. When around Pomni, he feels kinda at ease, with their dynamic being akin to SpongeBob and Patrick when working together. Hell, Jax even refers to Caine and Pomni as The Dynamic Duo.

• Bubble:

Still the chaotic, anarchy-loving glutton we all know and love, but with a caring side to him. You see, for as long as Bubble could remember, he had been Caine's sole confidant, being there for him during his toughest battles, from witnessing yet another abstraction, to calming the ringleader down after a nasty panic attack. They're even roommates! (my god, they were roommates) Bubble would totally just go with the flow and not worry too much about having to adapt to an environment completely different than his own. In fact, his masochistic tendencies make the perils more thrilling for him! He'd also act as the mom friend of the bunch, acting as some sort of mediator for when things get too chaotic for his liking. He'll also lend a helping hand if so desired.

•Pomni:

She's still jittery and anxious, but thankfully not as bad as when she first arrived at The Amazing Digital Circus. After several months of dealing with this game's BS, she developed an indifference to her situation as a defense mechanism, and has become something of a voice of reason to the others. Jesters in real life are known for not just providing entertainment and comedic nitpicks to the royal court, but were also considered their royal advisors. Pomni would become Caine's advisor after some constructive criticisms towards him and his methods of keeping the others sane and healthy, and later on his best friend, acting as Bubble's stand in from time to time, providing witty banter and friendly roast sessions with the other circus members. Jax often calls Pomni and Caine “The Dynamic Duo” because of the fact that they share some things in common: both can turn into nervous wrecks during stressful situations, both are hilarious to be around, both want to keep the circus happy and healthy, and both care immensely for the well-being of everyone around them. Rumor has it they're also drinking buddies; but nothing has been confirmed…

• Ragatha:

Still our cheerful and good-natured ragdoll, with big sister/ant tendencies. Her hugs are as soft as they are warm and reassuring. She'd be the one to always look on the bright side, even when surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, kinda like Ruby Gloom. She still has to keep an eye on Jax and make sure he doesn't get up to no good, but during moments where Ragatha and Jax must work together, there are things they can learn from one another. Ragatha would teach Jax the importance of being kind to others as well as taking time to listen and understand them, while Jax could teach Ragatha how to be more assertive and set proper boundaries, making her less of a passive pushover and more confident in taking care of herself first. Ragatha could also attract animals and have them help around with chores, a la Snow White.

• Jax:

Jax is less of a condescending asshole and more of a Jerk With A Heart Of Gold, becoming Pomni's big brother figure when necessary. Sometimes, he and Pomni would get into comedic hijinks of their own, as regular siblings naturally would, even pulling off harmless pranks. Jax is still snarky as always, but this time, being more genre savvy than the others, taking notes of his surroundings, and apparently has a lot of knowledge about agriculture, which proves useful for one particular road trip location. He'll also go out of his way to give someone a hug if he sense someone is in dire need of one, and will offer helpful advice during his more rare moments of kindness.

• Gangle:

Still the cute and bubbly but also emotional and prone to crying talking theater mask, but with hidden depths. Her love for anime and all things Japan is generally what keeps her going, as well as her love for drawing. Gangle doesn't really contribute much other than trying to be as helpful as possible, especially after finding out she can use her ribbons as a rope! Golly! She is, however, incredibly intelligent, with a knack for math, science, and history, as we come to find out in a road trip location, and can even speak and translate Japanese. When Gangle decides to grow a spine in protecting her friends from harm or bullying (even Jax, surprisingly), her voice has a tendency to change to a more mature and assertive business-like tone (remember that her VA, Marissa Lenti, was once the voice of a high school guidance counselor until… y'know.) to show you that you really shouldn't fuck with her. This causes Jax to rethink picking on Gangle ever again at one point.

• Zooble:

Honestly, not much can be said about Zooble, other than they're mostly apathetic, slightly rude, and snarky, being there cuz they can. They, along with Bubble, kinda just go with the flow, but now has the ability to become awestruck or starstruck by the other circus members’ newfound abilities, including Gangle's rope ribbons. Zooble also takes time to appreciate the little things in life, enjoying the much-needed change of pace the road trip brings. They're basically the emo goth kid in terms of personality, but with layers like an onion. Zooble also acts as the bodyguard of the circus members, somehow discovering her prowess in defensive combat, fueled by the innate desire to protect their loved ones at all costs.

• Kinger:

The oldest surviving member of the circus, Kinger still retains his ability to get startled easily from constantly dissociating, his love for insects and insect collecting, and his knack for building pillow forts. Due to being the oldest, he now acts as the group’s grandpa, with his “back in my day” kind of storytelling, and apparent knowledge of how the digital world works. He also offers some life advice on how to get through even the toughest days, him having lived through it long ago with Queenie’s abstraction, and is noticeably a lot more chipper and compassionate during the road trip. He also becomes braver and more empathetic in one particular road trip location, with him becoming less startled easily over time. He apparently is also a tech genius (in reference to MatPat and finnthepony’s theory on Kinger’s past life as The Amazing Digital Circus’s game dev), having knowledge on how to fix machines and software, as well as acting as the gang's mechanic for the Magical Digital Van.

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• The Magical Digital Van:

Built by Bubble, Kinger, Val, and Beth, the Magical Digital Van is the main vehicle the circus members use for the road trip, traveling to different destinations and stops along the way. The Van has a cutesy face that pays homage to The Magic School Bus, with her own emotions and reactions, but can only communicate in van noises, horn beeps, and radio music. Yes, the Van is a girl; a lot of vehicles in real life (including ships) are referred to by female pronouns. Kinger especially loves the Van like he would his girlfriend, much to the chagrin of everyone else.

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• Potential ships(?):

I might be the only one in a sea of Showtime, Bluetooth, and Kingleader, among others on this platform, but I actually do ship Caine x Bubble. When I first saw the pilot, I thought to myself, “yep. These two definitely have chemistry.” I see them as one of those old bickering couples that like to tease each other. They've basically been through thick and thin, gray skies and sunny days, tears of laughter, and everything in between. Also, I'm in love with the idea of Caine just being a tsundere; I find it pretty hilarious to me. And Pomni being the Shipper On Deck in the background. I have a particular fondness for the unusual.

Another ship mentioned here is Jax x Ragatha. Remember The Princess & The Frog where Naveen taught Tiana to relax a little, while Tiana taught Naveen to take life more seriously and work harder to achieve his goals? Well, it's essentially that, like rivals to lovers or something. I love when “opposites attract” is done properly, especially here!

Bluetooth (Moon x Caine) would have been canon in this AU at one point in the past, but now The Moon and Caine are exes (y'all can have exes in fiction btw!). In the past, Caine and Moon dated (and at one point did the deed, *wink wink*), but after the Moon became too clingy and possessive, with a yandere attitude, Caine broke up with her, and Pomni would have helped both the Moon and Caine move on from the breakup, realizing what they had was not healthy. This “adventure”/off-screen episode would be mentioned here and there during the road trip (I want to assume the road trip is like a Season 3 thing, but the show's success might contradict this; oh, well) while Bubble and Caine try to take things slowly.

Hints of Gangle x Zooble (aptly named Google by the masses) can be found, but only in subtext. Zooble makes an in-passing comment on how they find Gangle's assertive voice to be hot at one point.

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This AU pays homage to… well… A LOT of things that I enjoy watching over the years. It takes a look back on the things I found nostalgic as a kid growing up in the late 2000s and early 2010’s, including things that might also be familiar to other older generations of Gen Z. My most recent fixations (such as Unikitty) can also be found there, including random YouTubers I used to watch all the time, horror movies I grew fond of, some cartoons I still watch, such as Steven Universe, The Loud House, Teen Titans Go of all shows, the DreamWorks and Disney movies I watched as a kid, the older Gen Z memes we're familiar with by now, other video games we used to play all the time, among many others. I also wanted to spice up the variety of the fandom with my own interpretations of the characters, as well as some neat ideas I wanted to share when I conceived them.

With that being said, I hope you enjoyed this summary of my brand new AU idea!

Welcome one and all to

The Amazing Digital Road Trip!

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Everything You Do & All I Try To Do

A DrakGo Fanfic.

Artwork by: Me!

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Summary: Drakken loses the medal he received at the ceremony months prior. He and an annoyed Shego have to go look for it. Hopefully, nothing bad happens.

Drakken tossed aside another overturned drawer, papers scattering across the floor. He had torn through the lair for over an hour, yet still no sign of it. Stupid, foolish mistake to misplace something so important.

His eyes examined the room, taking in the varying layers of dust settling on old doomsday devices. A small part of him was relieved at his own current failure. The thought of failing at something had him reminiscing, a nostalgic feeling. When was the last time he had used any of them? Weeks? Months? He couldn't remember. Time after time he had rebounded from failure; ironically, it was success that he found himself unable to recover from.

Drakken slumped into a chair. He’d foiled himself for once.

Kim Possible, his teen archnemesis, had always been the one to put an end to his plans. But lately, though no fault of her own, nothing. No thrilling chases, no banter, no imminent sense that his adversary could burst through the door at any moment to stop his world-dominating schemes.

Though not the burst he expected, the sound of a metal door sliding open was enough to alert him that someone had come in. He could quickly tell who simply by the way she walked.

“Lose something, Dr. D?” Her ever-sardonic tone permeated the quiet room, peering around at the ransacked environment that had once been the study.

“Shego.” He acknowledged under his breath, letting out a heavy yet admittedly reverent sigh at the familiar voice. “Obviously. I can’t seem to find that medallion from a while back-” His voice trailed as he tossed another book off the shelf.

Shego watched it clatter by her feet, then snorted, “Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me you actually lost that thing?” She said, forcing a snarky grin. Yet, she found her cunning remarks coming less naturally than they used to. She turned her eyes away temporarily, trying to brush it off; perhaps it was the lack of recent schemes that kept her out of her prime... mockfulness?

She's pulled from her brief introspection by the sound of a grumbled response followed by his voice, “Yes, yes. Don’t remind me.” he said, turning to Shego. “Any ideas from you as to where it could be?” She paused to think, “Uhh, not that I can remember, sorry.” She said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

A small device sitting on a nearby desk caught Shego’s attention.

“What’s up with this thing?” She asked. Drakken peered over his shoulder to look before turning back.

“It’s an electronic dog whistle I’ve been making. Commodore Puddles has been tearing up the furniture lately, I figured I should focus on training him for once.”

Shego gave him a look, “Wow...What a responsible owner you are.” She mocked, “Y’know, I think that’s the most ambition I’ve seen out of you in months, Dr. D.” She added, tone a little bitter about the lack of action recently.

He didn’t reply.

With a quiet scoff, Shego made a show of plopping herself down into the nearby armchair, whipping out a magazine. Yet, she was too distracted by the whole “missing medal” ordeal to focus on its contents. Peering over the top of her magazine, she watched Drakken scramble around the lair, tossing things aside haphazardly. He was clearly obsessed with finding that medal. Seeing him so distressed stirred a hint of emotion she couldn't quite place. Concern? Sympathy? She didn’t like thinking too hard about it.

“Y’know, hate to sound like a broken record, but you’ve really turned this place upside-down, Doc.” She commented, noticing many more books lying around than she had initially observed.

“Not without reason, Shego.” He replied bluntly, shuffling through neighboring rooms, increasing and lowering his tone to match the proximity. “If I were none the wiser, I’d think someone took it! But what business would anyone have stealing that thing? There are plenty of fancy gold vaults to steal from; why me?”

“Not sure,” Shego replied, entertaining enough weak conversation to keep him going.

Drakken deactivated the study’s remote-controlled fireplace and examined behind it, “I could’ve sworn I had it just the other day. It’s my fault I hadn’t checked on it in a while.” He continued with a sigh, “I mean, it’s got to be around here somewhere...”

He halted briefly,

“Er- Well-”

Shego peered up from her magazine to look at him,

“What?”

“Let’s say...hypothetically, a few days ago, I felt a little bored and nostalgic and was taking it to a lot of our old lairs, and I may or may not have left it at one of them-”

Shego groaned loudly, “You can’t be serious...How many is ‘a lot’???”

“About 14 of them.”

She gave him a long, hard look. Then, she sighed, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose in frustration.

She stood, marching for the door.

“Whatever, let’s just get a move on.”

On their way out, Drakken nabbed the device he’d been working on. Despite his confidence, it’d be best to keep himself occupied if this–like Shego probably predicts–is a total waste of time.

Thrusters hummed smoothly beyond distant, quaint villages and ski resorts as the hovercraft rocketed over the landscape. They flew high above the valley below into the jagged, sky-piercing peaks of the range. Thick, perfectly white snow blanketed the steep mountainsides, gleaming brightly in the afternoon sun. The pair were blasted with its thin, frigid air, which held a crisp alpine scent.

“Come to think of it, this might just be the place.”

Shego glared, her hands flickering a threatening glow, “Are you telling me we didn’t have to go to the other 13!?”

Drakken tensed up and raised his hands defensively, “No, no! Your services are appreciated, Shego! It was perfectly likely for it to be at the other ones as well.”

Her palms fizzled, and she relaxed slightly before turning away, “Good. I can’t believe you revisited the wreckage of that stupid underwater lair.”

“I felt like scuba diving then, alright?”

“Yeah? I didn’t feel like scuba diving today .”

The two of them approached Drakken’s freezing lair in the Alps, still standing tall with its many pointed, almost pitchfork-like spires — yet decorated in a dense shrubbery of flowers, they looked to be two, no, three times as thick as the last time he was here. Surprisingly, they were not dead from the cold, though he supposed they were super high-pollinated . It wasn’t often he returned to old lairs; it would be the fourth time for this one in particular; it almost made him feel bad about the conditions he left them in.

As the two landed swiftly, he thought back a bit more. In truth, he was lying about being so sure only to make Shego feel more motivated; he wasn’t even sure if he went inside this one, the later details of the day having betrayed him.

“Do we really have to scout this garden of yours, Dr. D?” Shego asked with a noticeable irritation in her voice. Drakken hesitated, “Well, not particularly, no. But I’d appreciate it if-”

“Forget I asked. Let’s get in and out of here, and we’re done.” Shego remarked sourly. She was just about done with all the running around she’d been doing that day, and the freezing temperature certainly wasn’t helping his case.

Hiking up the side of the tall, icy glacier, not helped by the dense vegetation, Draken saw something in the distance.

“H-hey! Look! It’s one of those alien drone things!” He proudly announced, looking at the dismantled Lowardian machine in a distant snowy crevice. Shego sighed but didn’t look back, “Yeah, good job on saving the world, Doc. I’ve spent all day being reminded of your accomplishment.” Drakken almost opened his mouth in retaliation but decided against it, eyeing Shego as she trudged ahead. Frankly, he owed her for putting up with this wild medal chase. Hopefully, he could make it up to her once this was over.

For now, he decided keeping quiet and getting this search done quickly was probably the best course of action. Drakken hurried to catch up, the frigid wind biting through his coat. The sooner they got out of there, the better.

A faint green glimmer lit the black interior of the lair for a moment through cracks in the door. It was moments like these that Drakken was especially grateful for Shego. It’d be a real hassle getting all the vines off the handles without the use of her glow. There were... a lot of things to be grateful for when it came to Shego, actually.

The rickety door crept open, striking a small amount of light into the dark chamber, large patterns of vines and branches scaling its enclosure.

“A bit dark in here, isn’t it?” Drakken whispered, stepping across the cold floor and crunching leaves.

Shego looked around before spotting a faint light, “There,” She replied, blasting her glow at a dense gathering of vegetation, revealing the large hole the Lowardian Walkers had made in the wall. Sunlight poured in, brightening the room and showcasing a large shrub of flowers and vines.

“Much better.” Drakken acknowledged with an approving nod as he scanned the ruined lair.

His gaze wandered over the vibrant floral blooms now bathed in sunlight that beamed through the hole Shego had blasted. He watched, transfixed, as the petals seemed to perk up, stretching and unfurling as if soaking up the long-awaited rays.

A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. His, albeit mutant, plants had endured, bringing an unexpected vitality to the ruins. He admired the new growth sprouted from the weathered walls, winding through broken glass and overturned debris.

Then he looked back at his henchwoman, getting her hands dirty, and frowned a little. Stepping over to her awkwardly, he started, “Shego-”

Yet before he could start, a deafening crash drowned out his words. Shego’s head whipped over as their combined attention turned to a giant metallic claw that had formed a large crater before them — a booming, animal-like screech ruptured from the shrubbery across the room.

The ruined Lowardian Walker's limbs shuddered and jerked as if pulled by unseen strings. What once appeared as a mound of overgrowth stirred, vines cascading off metallic parts as the robot arose on rigid legs. Shambling forward awkwardly, its shattered frame moved with an awkward organic gait rather than mechanical precision.

Dull metal peeked through a living patina of roots and vines that clung to its body. Strange leafy tendrils protruded from joints like parasitic growths. It appeared much less a machine granted false life than a creature born of steel bones now overtaken by flora.

“Dr. Drakken? What is that thing?”

Drew paused in imminent fear; what was that thing?

Shego’s pupils thinned as the beast stirred, and she turned for the entryway. “Yeah, uh, I don’t think I get paid enough to deal with that so–!” She exclaimed and decided to hightail it out of there. Drakken nodded and quickly staggered to follow.

The pair burst out of the lair; their feet slipped on the snow-covered rock as they descended the icy cliff. The building effortlessly crumbled behind them as the giant mechanical monster stirring from a long slumber shook its already plant-weakened foundation. The reanimated monster smashed through the same entryway, letting out another piercing metallic shriek.

Before they could reach the Hover-car parked below, the Walker bounded past with alarming agility. Whether by cunning strategy or mere primal impulse, it pivoted sharply and kicked the Hover-car with all its might. The vehicle went sailing over the horizon, spinning end over end until it vanished.

The beast reared back on its hind legs, giving another enraged screech. Puppeting vines twist around its limbs, writhing in anticipation.

"And...there goes Plan A," Shego muttered, igniting her glowing green fists. "Guess we’ll have to go with Plan B." Her voice held an uneasy confidence. She leaped into action, hurling blasts of green energy at the lumbering monster. They sizzled against the metallic exterior but barely slowed its advance. It roared, charging at Shego. “Any plans, Doc?” she shouted his way, rolling away from a giant stomping leg.

Drakken blinked, "Right, yes, good call," Drakken said, peering around nervously for anything they could use. His scrambling was interrupted by the monster, quickly turning to rush his way. Shego hastily shot at a joint with another strong blast, knocking it off course with a squeal.

The two split up, trying to divide the creature's attention. Shego nimbly evaded each lumbering swipe, countering with bursts of plasma. Drakken ducked behind icy boulders, fumbling for any gadget in his coat that could help.

"Could really use one of your brilliant ideas anytime now!" Shego yelled over her shoulder.

“Ngyeehh, I’m working on it!” He yelled back.

To his credit, he was working on it. He dumped a variety of incomplete doodads from his coat, using little pliers and screws to put random pieces together. He had a raygun he’d constructed a while back on him as well, but knew it’d be useless against the exterior of one of those things.

“Think, Drew...you just have to come up with something.” He muttered to himself.

Then, he had it! Using parts from a magnetization ray he had been working on and a few emergency batteries he kept on him, he could construct some type of electromagnetic frequency emitter, totally frying that thing’s remaining systems! He just needed a few minutes to-

His momentary pride was shot down by the sound of a scream, followed by a loud crash. He’d be relieved if it weren’t for the fact that the scream was human, and Shego’s.

Quickly peeking around his cover, he saw only the aftermath — Shego tumbling through the snow before she lay limp against a clump of snow.

She didn’t seem to be getting up, either.

“S-Shego!” He called out in worry, the creature’s lumbering form snapped toward him the moment he chose to raise his voice.

Drakken quickly ducked back behind the cover, he needed to crunch those minutes into just seconds now. He rushed to shove the parts of his mechanism, pausing on the battery slot.

“Come on...! Which way, which way?” He muttered frantically, looking at the plus and minus symbols. “There!” He beamed, before throwing the device out into the open and taking cover.

Large, booming frequencies of electromagnetic energy pulsated from the device. The robot winced, slightly, but seemed largely unaffected. It stomped the device into oblivion before continuing its pursuit.

Drakken froze in fear. He was sure it would’ve worked! The machine’s systems should’ve been...completely fried.

Then, his eyes focused on its limbs, vines sliding and gripping. Overgrowth pulling and directing the Walker’s monstrous limbs.

Was it a machine at all?

No.

Its body was merely a husk, the shell.

It wasn’t a robot holding onto its functionality through botanical means. No, something lived inside. That something was orchestrating the remains of what was left in that place months ago.

Drakken, at his wit's end, did what he was best at: running away.

Drakken's legs pumped faster than they ever had before, fueled by sheer adrenaline as the monstrous walker bore down on him. He zig-zagged desperately, boots slipping on the icy terrain, but couldn't shake the thundering steps behind.

Just as a giant metal claw swiped at where he'd been seconds earlier, the beast suddenly halted. Drakken risked a frantic glance back. The creature swayed, vines writhing along its frame as if uncertain.

Drakken's mind raced — was it confused? Losing his trail? Or toying with him? He didn't intend to wait around to find out.

That thing was back to pursuing him a moment later, he ran into what he thought would be his saving grace, a crevice through the mountainside. Unfortunately, the monster was easily capable of turning its frame to follow him in. And, if things couldn’t get any worse, a towering wall at the end marked a dead-end for him. Regardless, he ran to it with no other option.

Coming to the path’s end, he whipped back around to see it looming over him.

Was this how he was going to go out? At the hands of the plants, he played a part in creating?

He pulled the dog whistle out of his coat as the Walker neared.

Tears of despair welled in his eyes, regardless of his feelings were meaningless to the simple beast before him. He hadn’t even fine-tuned the device he was going to make for his dog today.

Yet, as the device slipped from his shaky hands, it wasn’t Commodore Puddles that was on his mind, it was Shego.

Just as before, and just how things had always been. He was caught up in proving himself, proving his worth. It was the Bebe robots then, the medal now. All just to be in the disapproval of his peers by the end of it. It was his colleagues then, Shego now. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d let her down, of course. But it was looking to be the last.

He winced, taking a pathetic step out of the way as if to delay the inevitable. And as the Walker raised its claw for one final strike against its prey.

It stopped, it recoiled, and it writhed. Its heavy claw clattered to the ground out of the way as roots shivered along its metallic form.

Drakken almost thought it may have felt sympathy and spared him were it not for his eyes turning down and finding the cause: it was the dog whistle! He must’ve stepped on the activation button, and the creature was sensitive to the sound it made! He wasn’t sure why that was, but he took the opportunity to nab the device and dart away while it was stunned.

His feet slipped and stumbled as he fled through the deep snow. Behind him, a deafening roar shook the mountainside as the walker freed itself from the crevice, hellbent on pursuit.

Glancing back, Drakken noticed a gaping hole blown in the monster's armor from Shego's earlier attack. Green “flesh” writhed within, exposed. He just needed time to exploit that weakness!

But as Drakken turned forward again, his stomach dropped. Mere feet in front of him, the snow gave way to a sheer cliff plunging hundreds of meters down. Another dead end.

Whirling around, he came face-to-face with the monstrous Walker looming over him, escape cut off. Drakken desperately held out the screeching whistle, but if anything, it only aggravated the creature more.

Vines twisted furiously around the ruined parts of its metallic body. The monster's large flower appendages looked like two judgemental eyes staring down at him. A mass of leaves and petals shook, vibrating with something akin to rage. Time was running out.

Drakken's eyes darted around the narrow cliff edge. There had to be a way! He just needed to buy a few precious seconds against this unbridled fury...But it appeared there was no last-second idea he could pull to escape this situation.

The Walker reared back, shadowed by the sunlight as it prepared to deliver a final blow. Drakken stood with uneasy anticipation, but a flash of green exploded against the creature's back before the strike fell.

"Shego!" Drakken cried out in relief as the monster staggered.

She huffed, "Miss me, Dr. D?" Shego quipped, though looking a bit battered.

The monster whirled with a metallic roar, vines twisting furiously. As it charged Shego, Drakken seized his chance. He pulled out his raygun and fired at the damaged spot.

The creature screeched, whipping back toward Drakken. But Shego was ready, striking it again with her glow. They fell into a pattern — it would turn to attack one, only for the other to blast its weak point from behind.

With a final, piercing wail, the unbalanced Walker lurched toward Drakken. He braced himself, but Shego was faster.

"Hope you packed a parachute, you overgrown weed!"

She launched a powerful flying kick to the creature's back. And, unable to support its own weight, the monster tipped over the cliff's edge, plunging into the misty depths below with a fleeting, monstrous scream.

The two looked down into the gorge as the Walker plummeted into oblivion, equally releasing a heavy sigh.

Shego broke the exhausted silence first after catching her breath. "Glad that's over with."

Drakken turned to her, relief washing over him. "Shego..." he whispered.

He stepped closer, just needing to see her okay with his own eyes. "I was so worried about you. I'm glad you're alright."

Shego softened slightly, an uncharacteristic sincerity coming over her. "Yeah, I'm glad you're okay too, Dr. D."

She straightened, regaining some of her usual casual confidence. "That was some quick thinking with the raygun. I Didn't even know you had one of those."

"What sort of self-respecting villain wouldn't have one?" Drakken replied with a flashy grin.

Shego smiled warmly, head tilting. A moment of understanding silence fell between them.

Drakken broke it this time, voice heavy with remorse. "Shego, I'm...I'm so sorry about all this. For dragging you along over a silly medal."

Shego blinked, having nearly forgotten their reason for being there. "Hey, don’t worry about it. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve made me do something stupid. Nor the second, or the third..." she ribbed lightly.

Drakken rolled his eyes but smiled, “No need to rub it in, Shego.”

He noticed her windswept hair.

“Let me-”

He gently brushed a loose strand behind her ear. Her eyes closed momentarily as he did so.

"There," he murmured.

Shego blinked and met his eyes, her gaze lingering. "I can make an assumption or two but," She started, “What made that thing so special to you?”

Drakken sighed lightly.

“Maybe it was pride,” He paused to think, “But, it meant a lot to me as a sign of victory, I suppose. I haven’t done a whole lot of winning in my life.” He confessed.

Shego smirked playfully, “I think I’d know that more than anyone, Doc.”

Drakken gave a weak smile, the expression vanished from her face.

“Sorry, that was-”

“No, it’s alright.” Drakken assured her, “I like your edge, Shego. You know how to keep me in check.”

Her cheeks flushed just a little, and she smiled again.

“Thanks, Dr. D.”

Drakken turned his head up and to the left, he looked over at the overgrown lair for a moment.

“I don’t think I appreciate you enough.” He admitted, “I mean, I pay you to work for me, but still. I’m not sure if I ever got around to telling you this, but I really appreciated you coming to save me from the Lowardians back then.”

Her head perked up and her cheeks grew just a smidge redder, “Oh- It was nothing, Dr. D, honest.”

“Even if it was nothing, Shego, I still appreciate that you did that for me. I owe a lot to you, a lot more than money can pay for, anyway.” He relents, “For sticking around, that is. Even when I do stupid things all the time. I’m glad you’re still here.”

Shego felt a shiver run up her spine, and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Hey, uh, sorry we couldn’t find your thing.” She muttered, trying to ease the tension.

Drakken smiled.

“I’ll be alright, Shego. I feel I...found something better anyway.”

She swallowed, and without thinking, wrapped her arms around him. A sudden need enveloped her heart.

"Dr. D," she whispered.

Drakken turned to meet her gaze, taking in every detail of her face. Her fire, her strength, her loyal persistence through it all suddenly struck him. She was incredible.

His eyes fell half-lidded as he lost himself in hers. The frigid air faded away in the warmth of her embrace. Timidly, his hands came to rest at her sides, drawn in helplessly.

"Shego."

She took a small step closer, snow softly crunching underfoot. Time seemed to slow, the space between them electrified. It felt right.

Drakken leaned in hesitantly at first, then, as was routine, surrendered himself when Shego picked up the slack, confidently sealing the gap.

In the moment, he felt as if the world had fallen away. Her kiss enveloped him in an indescribable warmth, a tingling sense of belonging spreading through him- newfound purpose excavated from the depths of his timid heart. His hands moved from her sides and delicately cupped her face as he savored the intimacy. Her lips were so soft, and inviting.

Shego drew him closer, her aggressive edge giving way to tenderness. She never wanted this moment to end.

When they eventually, reluctantly parted, Drakken kept his forehead resting against hers, noses still touching. A faint smile played on his lips. Both were resistant to leaving the other's arms. Right now, they had each other- perhaps as they’d always had each other. And for them, that was enough.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He breathed.

“Yeah, I got the impression.”

Drakken clicked his tongue, catching Puddles’ attention once more. The whistle had proven quite effective for training after just a little tweaking, working out the odd frequencies.

"Come on boy, just a few more times around the lair," Drakken encouraged, pacing backward as his pet obediently waddled after.

Shego peeked up from her magazine and watched as Drakken and his dog scurried around the corner. The corners of her lips tugged upward, though she hid her expression. She gave him a bit of crap for it just the day prior but found it sorta endearing after everything.

She stood and followed after him.

“I can’t believe you’re just now training that thing after you’ve had him for...how many years now?”

Drakken scowled, some things never changed about her.

“He’s not a thing , his name is Commodore Puddles.” He remarked, pridefully lifting his pet, “And...world domination schemes get in the way, alright?”

She laughed, “Does that imply you’re retiring from world domination?”

He froze up, “Maybe...maybe not. But don’t think I’m going soft, Shego!”

She snickered still, and he grumbled at her.

“How’s this:” He started, “I’ve scouted out a museum with quite the rare artifact. What do you say we steal it together sometime?”

Shego raised a brow, “What do you plan on using it for?”

He shrugged, “I was thinking about stealing it just for the heck of it.” He admitted.

She grinned.

“I like the sound of that.”

Notes: I don't write very often, but I made this. I hope I got their character right. IDK... Here's a concept sketch of the Lowardian Walker-plant monster thing. Maybe one day I'll make a proper drawing of it, but consider this the canon-fanon for now.

#dr drakken #shego #kim possible #drakken x shego #drakgo #drakken #fanfic #fan fiction #writing #criticism is appreciated #sorry bcbdrums... i stole how you format fanfic posts

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The shower was roaring hot, the heated water prickled upon your skin as your fingers threaded through your hair rinsing out the remains of the conditioner. You loved the way the water felt on your flesh, it eased out all those little nagging little aches that plagued your muscles.

Before Joe, you hadn't had any sexual contact for over three years and your last encounter had been less than satisfying. Now you realised that you simply hadn't lived until you’d met him, that man did things to you that no one else could ever could.

The thought of Joe being yours, wearing your love marks underneath his Henley sent a deviant thrill chasing through you. Joe made the most delicious noises during your love making and you adored seeing the expression on his rugged features as you rode him into oblivion.

You had never had such an attentive lover. Never orgasmed from oral sex before. He was well versed in the acts of love.

When you had left his bed, Joe had been sprawled out on his stomach, his weary features buried in curve of your throat. It was the most carefree you had ever seen him, and you had stayed nestled up in his arms for hours just enjoying the sensation of his hot naked skin pressing against yours.

You could hear Joe stalking towards the bathroom, the cool air whooshing though the open door before he closed it swiftly behind him. He was still naked when he stripped back the shower curtain and revealed your nude form.

The look in his eyes as he drank you in, that mischievous smile crossing his features, you knew what he had in mind. He watched as the rivets of water trailed down the gentle curves of your body. He knew every inch of your skin by touch alone and right now he wanted to lick that tiny droplet that was chasing it's way between your breasts.

Joe stepped into the shower before drawing the curtain back into place. Your hands smoothing over the planes of his chest as you tilted your head up to Joe with a bright smile.

He could feel the tremendous power of your love seeping over your connection. It poured into his soul like sunshine seeking out all of the shadows inside of his being and bathing them in it's light.

He cupped your face in his strong hands, cradling it as if you were the most precious thing in his life. You were. There had never been a person who meant more to him than you. Your souls were cut from the same cloth and when he was inside you, he felt complete and whole. He loved you more than he could ever say so with every action he tried to show you.

"You are insatiable." You whispered against his lips.

"You make me this way." Joe smiled before capturing your mouth with his own.

The kiss was tender, the soft caress of Joe’s lips upon yours. He was always gentle with you, always careful and slow until you demanded more. You had never needed someone the way you needed him, the chemistry was already sizzling in the air as your tongue parted his lips, your hands threading through his hair, dragging him closer. Your back came to rest upon the cool tiles as Joe’s entire body pressed against the length of yours.

The way you fit together was beyond perfection. Joe’s aching erection was trapped between your slick wet forms as he growled with appreciation into your mouth. His palms came to rest you’re your breasts, his thumbs teased your rosebud nubs as your exploration of his mouth became more frenzied. Your skin was on fire as Joe’s hands caressed the outline of your form. He loved you more than anything in the world and he would spend the rest of his days showing you.

Your breathing heightened as his hands slid down over your ass. He squeezed it gently pulling you taut against him. You were touching him everywhere, deft fingertips were stroking over his muscles before they chased down the shape of his spine. You graced the scars on his chest with kisses from your adoring lips, tongue running over the thin, white lines, lips sucking the puckered flesh and driving Joe into a haze of delirium.

You honoured his scars as a badge of courage and when Joe had first stripped off his shirt to reveal his body, he had been shy and apprehensive. That wasn’t a problem anymore.

Joe was ready for you; he had been ready the instant he woke up. His cock was always aching for you, he needed you right now.

"Want you." he grumbled, his eyes lowering to yours as he sprinkled your eyelids, nose and then mouth with light, affectionate kisses.

"You have me." You told him as your fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection and guided it to the parting of your legs.

Joe groaned as the head of his dick brushed that hot moist area. His hands lifted you so that you were just the right height for him to take your pleasure. Your thighs locked around his broad waist as you buried your hands into his hair. Joe supported your entire body as he entered you with immense care watching as your head tipped back, wet hair cascading down your shoulders, his name on your lips. He thrust up into your alluring tightness burying his face in the hollow of your throat as you whimpered.

Joe’s ragged breathing was on your skin as you drove each other to the point of completion. He was hitting just the right place inside of you, that tiny little sweet spot was sending waves of ecstasy trembling through your body. You could feel it like static electricity dancing under your skin as you gave yourself over to Joe completely.

His groans were like music in your ears as his pace began to quicken. You were riding him taking every inch of him as your orgasm drew closer. You were getting louder, the two of you wild with abandonment as you made love.

The euphoria hit you both at the same time, drawing his name from your lips as Joe bit down hard, his entire being trembling. He held his you tightly, clutching you to him as you shuddered in his arms from the sheer force of the orgasm. You were still panting as he set you down safely onto the shower floor.

Joe groped for the towels as you turned off the water. He wrapped the plush white towel around your shoulders and used it to pull you closer. Your arms wrapped around his wet body, hugging him fiercely as his hands busied themselves drying along your back as he kissed the top of your head.

"You gonna let me dry the rest of you?" he questioned you, his voice full of mirth.

"I want to dry you." You countered removing the towel from his hands.

Joe had never had someone respond to him like this before. He had never had someone who focused on him completely, contemplated his needs. Your hands were already on his body as he allowed you to pat him with the towel. No one had ever treated him like this before and he relished it. When you had finished he took you back to bed and showed you once more exactly how he felt.

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1 - The Professional

I don’t expect you to like me. In fact, I’m willing to bet that by the end of my story you will loathe me. That’s okay. I’m not a good person– no one in my line of business is. But I do want you to understand I acted without malice, no matter how cruel my actions may seem. I just take my job seriously, that’s all.

When he walked into my office I could read pain in his deep black eyes, his slow, defeated gait. He was a broken man, and as he told me his story I could tell he wasn’t just speaking: he was living it all over again. The surprise and fear when he realized he was attracted to the babysitter. The thrill and guilt of the illicit affair. The shame as he realized she had played him and he had been too weak to resist her. The rest was predictable: pregnancy, shattered marriage, loss of custody over his only son, child support payments for the one that ruined his life. And yet in that ocean of despair he had found a light, a hope. He called it a need for justice. Others might call it a lust for revenge. I didn’t care either way as long as I got paid.

After we reached an agreement, I went to work. The first step for a proper hunt is to study the prey, to get to know its haunts and routines, its weaknesses and blind spots. Old timers waxed poetic about how hard it used to be, the hours of surveillance and shadowing the mark. All I needed to do was boot up a computer. No point in watching a generation that surveils itself, that lives its life like a mixture of advertisement and open wound. What they post and what they don’t, when they are active online, who they follow… the rosetta stone to their hearts is out there for anyone that can read it. Kate Meadows was no different than most twenty one year olds, in that regard. If anything, she had a taste for the attention that salacious pictures brought her.

I printed a picture of her and pinned it to my board. A completely unnecessary action, I know; but we all have our quirks. I looked deep into her blue eyes and asked the key question I needed to solve. Kate Meadows: what do you lack?

2 - The Homewrecker

Kate barely ever thought of James. He was punctual with his payments, and so he mostly existed as a line on her income sheet. She supposed he was the father of little Marie in a biological sense, but deep down she felt Marie had been born simply as a result of Kate’s own skill. She had willed the child into existence. A part of her had been concerned that some useless maternal instinct would appear, that she would be trapped by a genetic monstrosity hidden somewhere in her DNA and would become one of those disgusting women that cooed and posted pictures of their spawn online for the world to see. Happily, after the birth she felt no more attachment to little Marie than she did for a particularly cherished scarf. No, her most pressing concern after the birth had been to get back in shape.

Aunt Carmen could handle Marie. That had been one of the reasons for Kate’s move to Miami. Carmen was childless, resentful about it and had skeletons in her closet. She embraced Marie as her own just as Kate expected, and if she ever decided to tell Kate a peep about parenting, the younger woman had leverage to keep her quiet and servile. All things considered, a good deal. As Kate walked to the gym, she took in the looks from passers-by. Ah, there was the other reason for the move.

Miami was where rich, older men came to express their various midlife crises. Honestly, it was too easy to do her job here.

Sex was a key that opened many doors, as Kate had learned quickly. It wasn’t just looking desirable– although that was important, hence her strict gym routine and skincare habits. No, it was more than that. It was knowing how to convey a look of innocence with a hint that, perhaps, this good girl would like to be corrupted; or to say without words that she was a freak that would gladly engage in any kink and make every wet dream come true; or to project an aura of vulnerability, like a wounded kitten only looking for a protector, a guide to whom she would be oh so very grateful… The trick was knowing who to become for each mark, and she had been honing those instincts for years. Miami was the perfect hunting ground: the male loneliness capital of America.

Hell, she didn’t even need to fuck most of her marks. They kept her cozy, brought her to the best clubs, bought dinner at the most exclusive restaurants, gave her clothes and jewels and all manner of presents, all for a dream stoked by Kate with smiles, looks, suggestive words. Hope was a powerful force, and that she could provide. False hope perhaps, but real enough for her marks to fantasize the nights away. Sure, she did fuck some of them every now and then but that was hardly a sacrifice. She loved the thankfulness in their eyes, the sensation that she was a goddess bestowing her blessings on these damned souls. She came so hard bouncing on them, knowing they were her toys, her little walking ATMs. She loved that they didn’t know, loved how they looked at her with complete adoration. Nothing felt better than riding their cocks like she rode their hearts, coaxing moans and words at will with her skills.

Suddenly, a warm shower fell on the street. Tourists, unaccustomed to the city’s regular midday rains, started running. Kate let the water caress her, let her clothes get soaked and cling to her every curve, accentuate her silhouette. Who knew, maybe she would land a rich tourist to ride and drain for a few days.

Then, she was on the ground. It took her a moment to realize someone had bumped into her. She would be upset if she didn’t know the “accidental bump” was a standard lame attempt at approaching a woman. Well, one look would tell her if she had gotten a quick success or landed a dud.

The man barely looked at her. Expensive watch. Classy but not tacky shoes. Understated clothing in that way that old money men tended to play down their inherited wealth. Fucking bingo. A tad too young for her usual fare, but she could hook him. She took his outstretched hand and got up, expecting the usual apologies, followed by an offer to make things up to her– with a drink, perhaps?

Instead, all she got was a quick glance. Oh, that would not do. She smiled.

“Sorry! I’m so clumsy sometimes”, she offered. There. Door open. Come in, little man.

“Yup,” he replied. Nothing more.

He left her standing there, dumbfounded. He hadn’t spared her a second look. If anything, his tone had been of utter derision. What the fuck? Whatever. He was probably gay anyway. She shook off the strange feeling in her chest and resumed her walk to the gym.

3 - Analysis

After a week of observation, I made first contact. Oh, Kate. You thought you were so complex, so smart. I went to the board. Lots of sugar daddies, that was for certain. You felt on top, and yet you were a prisoner, like everyone else. Your cage was gilded, your life a race from pleasure to pleasure, all so short lived, all so disappointing in the end. You were a seeker, and didn’t even know it. Like a fool, you went to the ocean and believed it would take the thirst away. Kate… I would have felt sorry for you, if my job allowed such things.

4 - Apocalypse in Neon

She took a deep breath, smelling the sea. Todd had just left, and Kate felt things had gone as well as they could have. It hadn’t been a hard call: Todd’s wallet had gotten lighter, his gifts slightly cheaper, his demands more intense. Sure, she could have made up some medical emergency or family crisis to squeeze one final paycheck… but she didn’t need the money at the moment and it was always better to let the used up ones go with as little bitterness as possible; and so she had pulled out the “need to find myself, you deserve someone that is focused on you” speech. It was bullshit, but she could sell it and it kept the number of angry men in her life at a minimum. Besides, one never knew when a sudden return to their lives might be needed.

She looked at her drink. It was sweet and sour and she wasn’t sure she liked it at all: she had let Todd order for them both. Men liked that. Colored lights flashed and shifted, tinting the liquid in her hand. It felt a bit weird. A million imagined futures had been shattered by a single conversation, entire possible worlds had collapsed with her words and Miami didn’t care: it kept its bright night going with party music and a multitude of artificial suns painting scene after scene in different colors.

“Well done. I’m impressed”

Kate had been too immersed in the neon spectacle to notice the man sitting down on the chair in front of her. It took her a second, but she recognized him. The asshole that had pushed her down a few days before. Oh, great. She wasn’t planning on hunting that night, but… still, who the fuck did this dude think he was?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“The landing, girl. That could have gotten nasty, you know. But I guess you’re clever about picking your men, filter out the violent ones early, keep the more melancholic ones hooked”

Kate looked at the man, anger bubbling up. Part of it was his sheer rudeness. Part of it was that he was absolutely right. She did know how to tell if a man had that violent streak deep inside and how to keep them away. She knew she should just get up and leave, but her curiosity got the best of her. How had this random guy made her?

“What the fuck do you mean?”, she blurted out.

“Look around you. At a glance, what would you say is the average age of the men in this bar? And how old are the girls? Quite the gap, right? Look at the way they’re dressed. That’s bait. The short skirts and tight pants, the pink tops with childish designs, the eye-catching makeup… advertising, that’s all it is. Sure, I suppose it could be a coincidence and they all have daddy issues and a fetish for beer bellies and expensive cars, but I doubt it. They’re working, just like you. I was merely expressing admiration for good work, from one manipulator to another”

Kate felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t just that this asshole had called her out: it was the fact that looking around she saw other girls like her, flirting and luring men in. For the first time Kate Meadows felt something, something she definitely didn’t like. She felt common. There were so many girls… some barely out of their teens; others with cosmetic enhancements that drew the eye to their chests; others catering to special tastes: goths, tradgirls, babygirls… She felt so small, just another fish in a vast ocean… no, she wasn’t like them. She was better. She was the best at what she did. Still, it was an uncomfortable feeling. And who the fuck was this man?

“That’s a cynical view of things, don’t you think?” she challenged. She took the time to really look at him. He was handsome, sure… and his blue eyes were positively entrancing, his lips almost femenine in their fullness; but a deeper, primal part of her told her that he was dangerous.

“True. Cynical, certainly. But I’m not mistaken, am I? Don’t get me wrong, you seem really fucking good at your job, but you are delusional if you think some new girl will show up and do your gimmick better than you. And besides, this… this whole grind, it’s a fool’s game”

“Oh, so I’m a fool now too?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m saying that the real money, the fuck you money… they don’t come here, to this neon purgatory. They have their exclusive resorts and hotels in Monaco and private islands and Lord knows what. Sure, you can make a living here for a while but it seems to me like you should be aiming higher”

“Is that so? And apparently you would know how to reach those higher goals? Who the fuck are you to tell me how to do my job?”

“I’m a professional, like you. True, I don’t con middle aged divorcees, but I’m really good at what I do. I can read people. And I can give you the skillset you still lack”

“I see. And you’ll do this out of the kindness of your heart?”

“Of course not”

“So what’s the gameplan? You teach me, hook me up with richer people and… what? Get to fuck me whenever you want? Get to have me on my knees with a snap of your fingers? Get a cut of what I make? Protect me, maybe? Are you trying to be my pimp?”

He laughed. It was a delighted, genuine sort of laughter, as if the idea of pimping was ridiculous on its face. Or maybe what was silly was the idea of pimping her. For some reason she felt slightly insulted. What, was he too good to pimp her? Did he think pimping her wouldn’t be profitable? Did he think she couldn’t be a top notch whore if she put her mind to it? And was the idea of keeping her as his fucktoy so… without charm?

“What’s so funny?”, she grumbled.

“Nothing. Just the visual of someone like me being a pimp, of all things. No, that’s not the plan. But I do have a plan. You see, I’ve been in contact with a certain individual… I’ve been looking for an angle to do my job... And as much as it pains me to admit it, this is a job I cannot do alone. This particular case needs, well, you. But it needs a better you. A more… diverse you in terms of attitude and willingness to do certain things”

“Ah. You have a mark with certain tastes. You want to ingratiate yourself with him, and introducing me to him would get you closer to him, but you want me to be his perfect woman. You want power over him and to use me to get that, is that it?”

“Something like that”

“Why me? You said it, there’s a lot of girls to pick from here”

“I want to do the job right. That means it has to be you”

Kate felt flattered, she had to admit. Perhaps that’s why she found herself more and more drawn by the man’s proposal.

“How big is the target?”

“The person involved is Important. A man that feels very strongly about many things. Driven. Willing to pay to see his desires fulfilled”

Kate made a mental image of the man. A CEO maybe. Maybe an investment banker. In any case, way above the upper middle-management types she usually dealt with.

“Let’s say I’m interested. What, you take me to him?”

“Eventually. When you’re ready. Like I said, he has very concrete ideas. We need to work together first so you can fulfill that role. Practice. Train. Study. It would be a challenge”

Kate felt her competitive blood boiling. She could be anything. She could become anyone’s perfect dream. That was her gift, and frankly hunting the same kind of man over and over was getting a bit boring. A challenge with a big payday? That sounded intriguing.

“When would we begin?”

“Tomorrow”

“You know you didn’t tell me your name, right?”

“I know. Does it matter? It’s not like you’d ever know if any name I say is real. So… you choose. What should my name be?”

“Hum… something European, maybe? Classy. Leon. How about that?”

“Sure. Leon it is. Nice to meet you, Kate”

“Nice to meet you, Leon. So, we exchange numbers now?”

5 - Improving

The hotel room was clearly expensive, with nice, classy furniture and a large bed. Kate noticed there was absolutely nothing that would give her a clue as to Leon’s state of mind or habits. No personal effects, no little objects that might offer any sort of clue. She didn’t look for long: her eyes were drawn to the tripod and the camera aimed at the bed.

“So we’re shooting porn now?” she asked

“Don’t be silly. It’s for you. So you can review your performance and improve”

Right. Improving. Training. It still felt odd: seduction came to her as naturally as breathing; how special could this target be? How refined his sexual tastes? Of course, there was always the chance that Leon was a psycho and lying to her face… and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that. It wasn’t anything concrete, just a sort of aura, a vibe she couldn’t put into words. In short… Leon just felt like a good person, deep down. Dangerous, but good.

“Okay. So, let’s make me this dude’s perfect girl. How is she?”

“Hard to sum up. Submissive, but more than that. He needs a woman that just… feels the need to please him deep in her bones, needs it more than anything. A woman that can overcome any moral or personal limit if she thought it would bring him pleasure. A woman devoted, body and mind, to his happiness. A chameleon that can be the most traditional housewife and the trashiest slut”

“Oh, I can do that”

“Show me”

“Man the camera and learn, ‘professional’”

Leon did just that as Kate hopped on the large, white bed. When she saw Leon giving her the sign that he was recording, Kate closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them and pierced the lens with her gaze, Kate was gone. Instead, a new person seemed to be inhabiting her body. She stretched like a cat and let her hands roam over her body.

“Daddy,” she moaned, “look at me. I’m yours. Let me be yours. Let me please your cock with every inch of my tight body… please, please, use me. I need it, Daddy. I need you to use me… abuse me… anyway you want. Anywhere, anytime. I’m just your toy, your little fuckdoll for you to play with… I need it! I need to make you happy…”

“I don’t buy it”

The words hit Kate like a bucket of freezing water.

“Sorry?”

“You’re good. That little performance might work for most, but I don’t buy it and neither will he”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you wet?”

“What?”

“Is. Your cunt. Wet.”

Kate took a moment.

“A… little bit” she admitted.

“That’s not enough. That’s the problem. You’re still in control. Measured. I can see your mind at work behind your pleading eyes. You can fake arousal, but desperation, true desperation… that’s not something you can just pretend you feel. Your pussy needs to truly need it. You need to train your body, not your acting skill.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

“I assume you know how edging works”

“Yeah, but I don’t see the point in it”

“That’s because you’ve never reached the state of absolute need you have to reach for this job, Kate. Every movement, every inflection of your voice needs to be a manifestation of a physical, irresistible urge to please. And edging will help you get there”

Kate thought for a moment. Edging seemed silly to her. Pointless. But if it might make her better at her job… why not try?

“So… what now?”

Leon tossed a tablet on the bed.

“That is loaded with porn. The kind he likes, straight from his browser history. Edge to it for a few hours, and whatever you do, don’t cum. I’ll go do some shopping in the meantime. Have fun.”

With that, Kate was alone and mystified. He had just… left. After that performance, he had felt no need to even touch her, or tease her, or offer a single word of praise. What the fuck? She felt her competitive spirit rising again. Fine. She’d show him. Kate made herself comfortable, removed her small skirt and turned the tablet on.

The first video was quite standard, Kate felt. The girl was hot, docile and so, so eager… when the inevitable cocksucking happened, what Kate saw was less a blowjob and more an act of religious worship. The girl kissed, liked, cuddled the big cock as if it was the single most important thing in the universe. Suddenly, unexpectedly, an orgasm started to build and Kate managed to barely stop it. Shit, that was a surprise. A part of her felt frustrated and angry at her own denial, at the orgasm that never came, but damn it she would show Leon she could edge with the best of them. She took a deep breath and went to the second video.

Oh, a solo work. Interesting. The girl was in what Kate assumed to be anime cosplay. Sure, whatever. People liked what people liked. Then something remarkable happened. The girl was edging, like her. Her tongue was out, which made her look almost less than human, like a mindless animal in heat. Kate’s pussy sent a wave of pleasure at the realization. Maybe she should… why not? Kate opened her mouth and did her best to mimic the desperate expression in the girl’s face. It felt… good. Good in a way she had never experienced. Somehow… relaxing. As if she didn’t have to think about anything but pleasure, anything but rubbing. Then, the girl spoke to the camera. Her voice was a plea, the expression of a deep, overwhelming need.

“Please… please make me yours… make me your property, your pet, your fuckdoll… I don’t want to think anymore… I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want… I’ll be… fuck… whoever you want me to be… I’m empty… You can fill me with your ideas, your desires… please, please… let me live for you… share me with your friends… use my holes whenever you want… that’s all I am… holes and tits… rent me out… make me do things I can never take back… ruin me for your amusement…”

It hit Kate like a truck. The girl meant every word and Kate found herself muttering along before having to stop herself from cumming. Panting, she looked at the ceiling. Fuck, that was hot. She would never have guessed seeing that degree of utter submission would do anything for her, but… Well, the edging didn’t help, she supposed. She would probably find anything hot. She went to the third video.

Things became a blur of edges, drooling and images. At some point her mind… shut down. She only edged and watched and imitated what she saw. One of the girls was bound, helpless, used over and over and over like a good girl… another was teaching a younger girl to be obedient, to suck cock, to worship… another only proclaimed herself to be a silly cow, edging and mooing and playing with her huge udders…

At some point, Leon came in. Kate couldn’t stop. His eyes were cold, clinical. He was evaluating her. Kate could only think about his cock… cock… that was all that mattered. She couldn’t think. Everything was fuzzy and warm and vibrating.

“That’s enough for today”, he said.

What? No, it couldn’t be! She needed to please cock… she needed to serve her purpose, to be a good girl!

“Now, we’ll meet tomorrow. But remember: don’t cum”

Don’t cum. He had said it as an order. To her, it was a divine commandment. Good girls didn’t cum.

6 - Bound

Kate knocked on the door with more intensity than she intended to. Her mind flashed back to the previous night. Leon hadn’t told her to do anything and still… her memory was a blur of edging and porn, of speaking out loud words she’d never would have said and enjoying every second of it, of denying herself an orgasm she desperately craved just because… why? Because the Leon in her head would approve of it and she needed to please him. Because the videos made her say it over and over. Because good girls didn’t cum.

When the door finally opened, Kate fought the urge to drop to her knees. There was something so liberating, like losing all control was true freedom. No calculation, no plans, only pleasure and obedience. Leon, on the other hand, was in no hurry. He showed her in, asked her if she’d like some water. Kate couldn’t really decide if she did, and she wished Leon could make that choice for her. She was so fuzzy she didn’t notice the leather bindings on the bed until Leon pointed them out.

“The mark is very, very interested in these. Top notch, expensive stuff. You can adapt the length of the chains and everything. A bitch to set up, let me tell you”

Kate’s pussy sent her a pang of pleasure. Leon had set this up for her. She needed to be thankful. She needed to prove she was worthy. She needed to express her appreciation… her lips felt warm. She needed to please his cock. She took a step toward the man that seemed less and less a man and more and more a divinity… but he stopped her with a single gesture.

“Oh, the edging did a number on you. But we need to focus on the task at hand. Take of your clothes and get on the bed, Kate”

She removed her scant clothing as if it was asphyxiating her, tossing top and jean shorts on the floor. As she crawled (like a bitch in heat, her mind added) on the bed, she became aware of something… something out of place. But what? She couldn’t tell. Her mind was too fuzzy and dizzy to pinpoint her. Something didn’t add up, but she didn’t care. She spread her arms and legs and let Leon strap her, every moment feeling herself become more and more her property. He owned her. Or would own her if she was deserving of it. What had happened to her? Why did she want this -need this- so much?

She was exposed. Spread-eagled on the bed, incapable of escaping, at the absolute mercy of the man standing before her. It crossed her mind that he could do anything to her, anything at all– and not only she didn’t care, she relished the feeling. She was an object, without will or freedom and all she could feel was… relaxation. Letting go was something so new, so exciting: like he was a river after a storm and she was nothing but a leaf, carried along. She didn’t have to scheme, she didn’t have to fake. All she needed to do was feel and obey. His hand barely touched her inner thigh and a shiver ran up her spine. She bucked her hips. Her cunt needed to be used, and it was so strong, so powerful… while she was so powerless and deliciously weak. She’d do anything, anything to please him. It was something she had needed her whole life and never even known it: to just… be. No more chasing, no more pointless holding on to control. Just existing, just being empty… it was bliss. But the hand was skilled, and caressed her softly without even touching her pussy, without giving her a measure of relief. She moaned and whimpered and her breathing became a ragged, shallow thing.

Without a word, Leon took off his pants. There it was. His cock. It was all that mattered, all she needed. Please cock. It was as simple a purpose as she could imagine, and yet it felt like the most glorious task. A miniscule part of her was trying to ring an alarm, to tell her she had missed something important. But then, looking at that beautiful cock… nothing else was important. Her mouth filled with saliva and she stuck her tongue out like a brainless puppy. She needed to feel it inside her. Inside her mouth, her pussy, her ass… it didn’t matter. And, she knew, it wasn’t up to her. All she could do was squirm, and hope.

Leon took a step towards the side of the bed, studying her with his big, blue eyes.

“You are not faking this, are you Kate?”

Kate could only shake her head. Words were too complex for her.

“I can sense it. This isn’t one of your two-bit performances for sad bastards. This is real despair. Real need. Real submission. And to think you achieved it with only a single day of edging! Some girls take weeks or months of training to get to this point, but not you” He climbed on the bed. Kate could smell him… all she could do was drool and pant and hope he would use her mouth-hole… “Wonder why that is? How you broke so easily, Kate? Now, I need you to tell me the truth: what would you do to please my cock?”

Kate had to make a superhuman effort to speak, and even then the words came in bursts, not even proper sentences. “Anything… edged doll… make me better… anything… take me… own me… edged… needy…”

Leon examined her. Her body didn’t lie. He pinched her nipple, drawing pitiful moans from the former homewrecker. The fall had been spectacular, and much quicker than he had anticipated. He moved a bit closer, and Kate strained to reach his cock, desperate to feel it in her mouth. He decided to give her a taste.

She didn’t really suck his cock. She devoured it, kissed it, licked it, made love to it. Her hands strained against their cuffs, eager to hold the marvelous member, to feel its warmth, the way the blood flowed through it. This was it. All she was. All she wanted to be. And she felt… grateful. So, so grateful that Leon was deeming her worthy enough to use her mouth. She soaked the sheets while humping the air. The world faded away. Please his cock. That was all that existed.

He spoke with unusual composure, given the spectacular job Kate was doing. That only made her more eager. He was in control. She was barely more than a beast.

“Kate… you broke so easily because that’s what you wanted, deep down. You were afraid of it, so you always put yourself in a position to rule others. Don’t you see? You were never satisfied because you were too scared to admit it to yourself. You needed to be… taken”

Yes. Yes. Leon was right. Leon was always right. He knew best. He knew her better than she had ever known herself. This was what she had always desired. To serve. To obey. Now… now she was home, having found someone worthy of worship. She took the cock deep in her throat, trying to milk it, to coax the wonderful cum from it… that would give her all the validation she’d ever need. It all began and ended with making his cock cum.

“It even made you blind to the obvious”

There it was again. The alarm. She pushed it away. She didn’t care. She was a cockslave. His cockslave. That's all she ever wanted to be. The idea of going back… unthinkable. Cumming without Leon’s permission? An abomination, not worth considering. His words came from far away, fuzzy and indistinct. She needed to serve.

“Kate, think back to our first conversation”, he said, pulling away. Kate whimpered. She had been given an order, and so she obeyed. Her mind went back to that encounter under the neon lights. It was hard to focus. Hard to remember.

“Kate, when did you tell me your name?”

It hit her like a train. That was it. The thing that didn’t add up. She never did. She never told him her name… and still…

“Sure. Leon it is. Nice to meet you, Kate”

“Nice to meet you, Leon. So, we exchange numbers now?”

She felt as if the floor had disappeared. She was floating in a vast, silent void. Only her needy pussy kept her linked to reality, demanding her to obey. She felt Leon lengthen the chains on her feet.

“Now you know. You are the mark. You were always the mark. Or the… target, so to speak. I never lied to you. There is a man. You just assumed he was the victim, rather than my employer. Hell, I almost told you as much”

“This particular case needs, well, you”

“I want to do the job right. That means it has to be you”

“The person involved is Important. A man that feels very strongly about many things. Driven. Willing to pay to see his desires fulfilled”

The phrases floated in her head. Leon was right. She should have seen it, should have noticed. Yet she hadn’t. Why? Because… because a part of her wanted to fall. Wanted to be defeated. Wanted to bathe in the despair and become a willing slave. And Leon had seen that in her.

“I’m a professional, like you. True, I don’t con middle aged divorcees, but I’m really good at what I do. I can read people”

It was true. He was better than her. She should hate him. But she could only feel wetter and wetter as the depth of her failure sunk in. He had conquered her. Defeated her. Broken her. He deserved to be her owner.

“And knowing the truth, I know what you’ll do. You’ll obey, even if you know you shouldn’t. Raise your legs”

Before the words had registered in her mind, her body was doing as it was told, and in a flash her knees were beside her ears, her holes presented as a token of her submission to her superior.

“I tricked you. Used you. Warped you. And still, you’ll beg me to use your ass. How pathetic is that?”

“So pathetic… I’m so pathetic… I deserve this. I deserve to be a fucktoy. Nothing more. I deserve to be used. I deserve to be abused. I deserve this. You own me. You own me. You are better than me… so please… please use my tight asshole! Please! Please let my body please your cock! It’s all I’m good for! I’m a living fleshlight, a breathing cumdump for you!”

She felt him stretching her. It hurt in the best way possible. She was being useful. He was taking ownership of her. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her body, her brain overwhelmed by the sensations and the acceptance of her utter, complete defeat. It was so good. So good to finally embrace it. With every pump, he blasted away pieces of the person she had once been. She welcomed it. She was ready to be a lesser, greater being. She was ready to take his cum deep inside her body. A body he owned…

Then he stopped.

He pulled out and the emptiness he left behind wasn’t just physical. Kate felt cold. She needed it. Needed him. He had shown her her true self, and only he was worthy of her devotion, of her undying, slavish love. Only he could make her feel like her true self…

She panicked as he put his pants on. No, no, he couldn’t leave. He couldn’t… Her life… there was no return to the gray days of teasing and using lesser men. Not when she had tasted this. Not when she had seen the light. He couldn’t just…

“For what it’s worth, let me tell you this: you had no chance. There was nothing you could have done differently, because you are what you are, and I am what I am. I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you that much. But I take pride in my work, and I believe I did quite a number on you, didn’t I? Now you know what you were looking for all along, and you know you’ll never reach it. This, I’m afraid, is goodbye. Someone from the hotel will untie you shortly”

Kate weeped. It was all she could do, and she knew it. Her old self now appeared to her a silly simulacrum, shattered by the truth Leon had shown her: as artificial and tacky as Miami’s neon nights. She watched him walk to the door. He paused, and Kate let herself feel hope for the last time.

“James says hi”, Leon said.

7 - Goodbye?

I told you I wasn’t a good person, and reading this, you’d be correct in hating me. I don’t mind.

I don’t mind because I know that if we were ever to cross paths, you’d never know it unless I wanted you to. I don’t mind because I know that, whoever you are, I’ll find that small crack in you, that need everyone has and doesn’t even realize it, and I’ll use it against you. I’ll be what you need, and you’ll never be able to tell what I truly am. I don’t mind because you’ll love me, and I’ll break your heart.

If not me, someone like me. There’s more of us than you may think. Professionals. We don’t advertise, yet clients always manage to find us.

In fact, can you be sure you haven’t encountered one of us already?

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Special thanks to @dumb-doll-lips for being Kate in the cover!

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goldengoddess · 2 years

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infuriating or infatuated ? - pope heyward ♡

pairing: pope heyward x reader

authors note: hello lovely friends! back from the dead with some actual writing this time. warning this hasn’t been proof read or anything fancy just my silly little thoughts <3

warnings: one small nightmare but no detail at all

“you are the most infuriating person i’ve ever interacted with” you whisper under your breath.

the low chuckle behind you made you want to stab someone’s eye balls out. his eyeballs out to be more specific.

“aw cmon you know i’m just playing around. i’m sure you’re fully capable of opening a door. but who knows, maybe you’re only book smart. not door smart”

that infuriating prick. you were going to whirl around and give that cheeky motherfucker a peice of your mind. wipe that silly beautiful smirk-

click!

the handle under your palm suddenly jerked downwards and the door of the hotel room flew open. you let out a small sigh of relief, hoping the pouge behind you would stop making his comments now.

unfortunately that wasn’t the case as he opened his mouth and said, “look at that. people can learn new tricks.”

you scowled to yourself, choosing to ignore his dig, and walked into the stingy hotel room. it smelled like all the other humid and frankly gross hotel rooms the school had bought for you in your years on the decathlon team. the smell was almost comforting, or at least familiar.

pope though, who’d only recently joined the decathlon team, scrunched his nose in disgust. “what in the world is that smell?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders and placed your suitcase on the twin bed you wanted to claim.

pope chuckled again, amused. “so what? now i’m getting the silent treatment?”

you simply ignored him and made a big show of unpacking your smaller bag. slowly, you pulled our your toriletry bag, phone charger, and the crazy amount of flash cards you’d spent hours making in the previous weeks. the one you knew pope wanted but was too proud to ask for.

“oh wow very mature of you. look i’m not all that thrilled to be sharing a room with you either but at least i’m not being a bitch about it” he scoffed and began to mimic your actions, pulling out his far more inferior flash cards.

you whirled at him, mouth downturned in anger. “i am not being a bitch,” you answered. “i’m simply trying to make sure you and i don’t kill each other before the weekend is over and keeping my distance. rooming with you wasn’t in my plan either, trust me. why would i want to room with my natural enemy.”

you turned away from him in your own dramatic fashion and made a point not to continue looking at him. as good as he looked in that burnt red shirt which hugged his arms in just the right way and - what?

shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you kept unpacking. this was just nerves. you were frankly a little freaked about tomorrows competition. going up against some of the greatest schools in the state was no small thing. what if you weren’t good enough?

you didn’t notice the only other body in the room come up behind you. close. dangerously close.

“oh i’m you’re enemy now, am i? you do realize we’re on the same team right? so technically we are partners.” he paused and leaned in close to your ear, “equals.”

you straightened at the word, and at his proximity to your face. “we are most definitely not equals. i have way more extracurriculars than you”

he scoffed. “well i have more letter of recommendation than you. and i’m debate team captain .”

the proud tone in his voice almost made you smile before you squashed it back down. without even turning to look at him you answered, “well i have a much higher gpa than you.”

he hummed under his breath, like he was enjoying the banter between the two of you. “not after this semester you won’t. don’t think i don’t know about that c minus in biology. that’ll push me right back up to valedictorian.”

you stiffened. that silly c minus. stupid biology. stupid miss david who hasn’t rounded your grade and couldn’t teach for the life of her. pope was going to hold that stupid grade over your head the entire weekend. he’d win. you’d fail.

you couldn’t turn to face him. knowing you’d be met with that smug smirk of his. the one you sometimes, occasionally, pretty frequently, enjoyed seeing. enjoyed being the cause of.

so you simply let out a huff in response and shimmied to the bathroom before he could say anything else. in doing so, you slammed the door in his face.

god you were so not good with guys.

by the time you were done in the bathroom, you’d only let a couple of tears slip and pope was under the covers in his own twin bed.

when you emerged he looked at you with concern, but as quickly as it was there it disappeared and he said to you, “good glad you’re finally out of there. i was starting to think i might have to take your questions at the completion tomorrow. on second thought that wouldn’t be so bad, go back in there.”

you gave him the slightest most pathetic smile in the world, in no mood to join in the back and forth the two of you always had with each other. instead you silently got into bed and twisted so you weren’t facing him.

as you fell asleep you thought about the boy in the bed a couple feet away from you. the flash cards that had been on his night stand. the color of his eyes. the smirk he only ever sent your way during decathlon meetings. how every time you got nervous he seemed to start up some petty little fight which distracted you from your anxieties. in some ways, he was a lot better than you.

the thought sent you into restless sleep.

you woke up gasping. sweating and scared. you sat up, holding your chest. you were disoriented, not sure where you were. a moment ago you’d been on a stage in front of millions of people incapable of remembering the enzyme involved in digestion and now you were in a dim humid room.

before you could get your bearings a voice to your right asked “are you okay?”

you gasped again, turning towards the source of the question.

pope. beautiful pope who was still awake and had his flash cards on his lap, the lamp next to him still turned on. but at that moment, pope was looking at you. with a look so concerned he might jump over to your bed.

checking the clock on your nightstand and seeing it read three am, you turned back to the boy. “what the hell are you doing up? we have to be awake in five hours.”

at your snippy, and reflective, response pope’s shoulders loosened slightly. as if he was happy to have you participating with him. he motioned towards his flash cards.

“unlike your lazy ass, im getting some cramming studying done”

the way he said it almost felt like.. an invitation? and yet the words made it seem like a challenge all at the same time. maybe you’d accept both.

you pulled your covers off and sauntered over to his bed, dramatic as ever. he watched your every move. you decided right then and there that you loved having pope heyward’s eyes on you. to have him look at you in that way. more than anything. maybe even more than winning the decathlon.

before sitting down on the end of his bed you grabbed your own, again, superior, flash cards from your bag. surprise flashed through pope’s features. you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling and giving yourself away.

“what?” you asked, “did you think i would study with your shitty flash cards?” you scoffed, “i’m not stooping to that level.”

before you could hesitate too much, you passed them to him. “and since you’re technically on my team i guess you can use them as well.”

pope, unlike you, made no move to hide his blinding grin. and even though you were sitting down you thought you might fall over at the sight.

“i knew you’d finally realize i’m your equal” he said as he started flipping through your perfect cards.

you kept silent, not confirming nor denying what you both already knew to be true.

inching forward slightly, he looked up at you and said: “maybe we could start with biology? i’ve been struggling a little bit with the newest topic.”

you knew he was lying. his perfect and consistent scores were proof enough of that. and if it had been anyone else to mention that class, you would have slapped them silly.

but pope got it. he knew how much the c minus had killed you inside. he understood. probably more than anyone else ever had. you could see it in the way he was looking at you now. with love. concern. friendship.

so you answered, “well if you need the help i guess so. cant have you making us lose, can we heyward?”

#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward imagine #obx jj maybank #obx pope heyward #jj maybank #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #john b routledge #obx #obx imagine #obx fluff #obx pogues #obx x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks

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plaindangan · 1 year

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Futa!Kyoko and Futa!Mukuro have both had a long and exhausting day. So, the two girls decided to go take a bath together. Considering it’s late at night and they haven’t seen anybody else awake, they figured that it’d be fine to walk into the bathhouse completely naked. However, it seems that a certain lucky femboy had the same idea as them and is currently relaxing in the bath. Upon discovering this, the two girls decide to show Makoto both of their ‘not so little’ secrets.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"The bathhouse is up ahead. Can't wait to just soak in there after the workout I had today with Hina and Sakura." On the left was the ultimate soldier, face filled with exhaustion after the day she had. While she loved working out with two of the fittest members of their group, it never failed to quickly get her almost as tired once it was all over.

To the right was Kyoko Kirigiri, giving a slight nod. "While I might not have been working out, constantly going everywhere to investigate these recent thefts has me appreciate this bathhouse a lot more than usual."

It was dead at night when they had finally decided to take a stroll to the bathhouse. Everyone else would be in their rooms, dead asleep or too occupied in their own thing to even consider bathing this late out. Perfect for too ladies who just wanted some time for themselves. Heck, they even went one step further in their confidence and just walked right to said bathhouse utterly nude. Something first started by Mukuro, but Kyoko eventually got in on the action after back to back nights of literally no one ever discovering them. She has to say...it's not bad!~ There actually was kind of a thrill to be doing something so shameless when so many people could potentially witness her out in the buff. Getting glimpses of her milky bare ass, Mukuro's hard-earned muscles...and both their eight-inch, girthy, boybreaking, cocks!~

Both were futa's, though they each went through great lengths to hide such a fact from the others outside of those they really trusted. Both were perfectly fine with themselves, but its best to not risk any fuss coming about from being exposed. Well, exposed regularly for that is!~

As the two happily chatted away amongst themselves and entered the bath house, they failed to realize an occupant was already in the house after a long day of his own. With an even larger ass than the girl and hips most would kill to acquire, Makoto's eyes was happily lounging about in the bathhouse. Eyes closed and not a care in the world...until he heard the door to it fling open. "Aaaah!! I-I can explain!!....H-huh? Mukuro...Kyoko? What are you guys.....doing....." he slowly trailed off as he had gotten a good glimpse of what was between their legs. Or rather, how they slowly stood quite erect. Being so blatantly out in the open, thoughts of asking about both Kyoko and Mukuro's intentions or them being futas slowly melted as thoughts concerning those cocks dominated his mind. What would it be like to suck on them? Or even...getting pounded by them. In turn, for the girls, this was the first time either really got to see Makoto so exposed as well. They always admired their lucky friend and the fact that he had such a such sexy backside was bonus both wanted to get!~

Eventually, it was Kyoko who broke the ice and walked over to Makoto. "Perhaps, its best to get to talking after we 'de-stressed' so to speak?" she said softly, her own cock an inch away from Makoto's face.

Mukuro's quickly nodded her head and rushed to the other side of Makoto. "Y-yeah!! Explanations can be for later. Fine with that, Makoto?" she asked, though knew it was pretty much a formality and her heart was pounding for the next step.

So, what's a femboy to do with two sweaty, musky smelling, cocks and two women who eagerly wanted to fuck his daylights out? Why...dive right in!

For Kyoko's case, he couldn't help but try to go down on that gigacock of hers, sucking her tip and the juices that came out, licking all of her shaft and fondling her cum-filled balls!~ The detective let out a rather soft moan from such a treatment, holding onto Makoto's head to keep there as he went lower for for her. As for Mukuro? She was always someone that loved a good ass and Makoto's reigned supreme. Grabbing onto his hips, she wasted no time in shoving her dick into him, deep as she could go and thrusting in a steady rhythm. Groping and slapping Makoto's ass until it bright red, she was more vocal of the girls, breathing heavily and was louder in terms of expressing her enjoyment.

"I-I think...yeah, Kyoko we gotta do this more often!!" Mukuro said, speeding up in her approach now. Much to Makoto's muffled delight!

"I-In...indeed. Perhaps...a daily occurrence then? Would that...would! W-would...would that suffice!?" Kyoko was really trying to keep her cool, but Makoto was surprisingly good at quickly wearing her down.

In fact, after a good half hour of fun, both finally came at the same time. One sending warm, gooey, cum down this throat, while the other shot seed after seed into his fat ass. By the time both had finally let go, Makoto was a perfectly filled cum slut and absolutely fucked silly!~ Not to mention dirty again!

But not to worry! Both Mukuro and Kyoko were more than happy to repay the favor by helping scrub the lucky student off again...especially concerning his own sizable cock. Did it result in him cumming hard after a vigorous handjob/blowjob combo from them and becoming dirty once more? Why, yes, but hey no one is perfect! Besides, since this was going to be a daily thing they had all the time in the world to perfect their techniques!~

#DRikusaba-R18 #DRkirigiri-R18 #DRnaegi-R18 #dranonasks

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alyjojo · 5 months

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The Person On Your Mind in December 🧑🏿‍🎄 2023 - Cancer

Whole of their energy towards Cancer: Page of Cups

Feelings: 3 Cups

Intentions: The Lovers

Actions: 4 Wands

Either you’re involved with someone that’s committed, or you’re the one that’s committed already, that came up in the preshuffle too - The Empress misses The Emperor but both are very busy and there’s a lot going on in their world, not sure if it’s known there’s a 3rd party on all three sides. You’re aware, both of your messages indicate this, I assume you’re The Emperor. They see you as heading to gatherings and family parties, mingling with your actual person, and they’re off in a corner feeling upset that this is falling apart. They intend to cut this off before they’re hurt any more than they’ve already been hurt, or before it blows up into something that’s beyond repair. What they actually do is stay home, and say nothing, feeling like they’re losing their opportunity because they’re doing nothing. They want to communicate with you, flirt, be the one you want…they have a very young & naive energy, there could be an age/maturity difference. If they cut this off & end it, it’s for their own good. End whatever else you’ve got first and that could probably change things here, they’re at home breaking their own heart, because in public, you’re happy. They’re “seeing the light” and realizing they can’t keep doing whatever they’ve been doing, which may have just been flirting - Page of Cups. They intended on “Lovers” and what’s going on with your 3rd party - 10 Cups at the bottom, is changing their mind. They don’t want any games, if you’re happy, go be happy.

Messages:

Their side:

- Superficial 🎭

- I will surprise you.

Your side:

- 3rd Party 😕

- Too many people involved

Possible signs:

Aries, Cancer, Scorpio & Gemini

If you’re dealing with:

Ace of Cups shows new love, new beginnings in love, possible new people to date. Most of the cards that came out are reversed, even if some of these people are date-able, whatever/whoever else is around needs to be closed out first, that’s a repeated message here. Especially if it’s 10 Cups 💯 But if you’re ready for new, commit to it and let the old go, you have options.

Aries - not thrilled with how things have changed, but they support you no matter what

Taurus - giving up on this because it doesn’t make them happy, feels they know the truth about something where you’re concerned

Gemini - shocking clarity is coming, either to them or to you about them

Cancer - a liar that plays mind games, they’re not sorry about it either

Leo - no progress because there’s no belief that this can go anywhere positive

Virgo - not speaking so long as you’re involved with someone else, not breaking any hearts, could be this person

Libra - something is unfinished between you but it’s just going to fail until you decide this is what you want, don’t, or that’s them…the door is still open, a decision or closure is needed

Scorpio - releasing a situation that’s not going anywhere, there’s no growth or potential for things to change positively

Sagittarius - coming back to work if they’ve been out, or returning to a family, could be this person or a prodigal son type in your family

Capricorn - either burdened by a lover, because they’re healing another relationship, or burdened by a cycle that repeats over and over again

Aquarius - has regrets they didn’t do something the right way, 4 Swords rev shows they’re over it but any regrets still stand, there’s a sadness with them

Pisces - powerful, attractive, passionate, an emotional manipulator, likes attention and uses it to their advantage, or feels that way about you, 8 Swords rev shows they’re/you’re free of this now, or one of you will soon decide to be

#cancer #person on your mind #December 2023 #astrology #tarot #tarotblr

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manias-wordcount · 2 years

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Hello!! Could you do another nsfw fic with makoto edamura when they finally find time together while baby edamura is taking a nap and trying to stay quiet?

A Little Private Time (Makoto Edamura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗯𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝘄𝗮𝗵 <𝟯

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 (𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆), 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The second the door closes behind you, he’s already up and pinning you against the wood.

“We have to be quiet,” Your voice is a whisper between sloppy kisses and roaming touches. He makes a noise of acknowledgment, but it’s swallowed by the open-mouth kiss placed on your lips. His fingers tugging at the end of your dress while your hands are tangling themselves in his hair. Every second that passes makes your body grow warmer and warmer. Every second that passes makes your head spin faster and faster. It’s been so long. Too long without this. “Can you do that for me, Makoto?”

Your husband pulls back from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you even as you part. There’s a part of you that feels embarrassed at the sight. The two of you were going at each other like a bunch of teenagers. Primal, horny little monsters who just can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves. But the rest of you accept this part of you wholeheartedly. It’s the part that reminds you how you’ve been through a lot- from childhood to Team Confidence to now, married life, and motherhood in a foreign country. You deserve this. You deserve all the good things you could ever want. You deserve the fun, flirty touches that turn more and more passionate the lower hands go. You deserve the thrill of feeling young again with the man you love most in the world. You deserve it.

And he deserves it too.

“Of course, I can,” Makoto answers your question in an equally silent whisper. His eyes fall into a half-lidded stare and his bangs are going in every direction as he presses his forehead against yours. It’s as his nose touches yours that he takes the chance to slide an arm behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. The action still comes off as a bit sudden, despite you being aware of his every intent from the beginning. Though what really catches you off guard is the way you’re able to feel the bulge of his erection against your stomach, straining to get free through his pants. You couldn’t help the gasp that accidentally spilled from your lips. You weren’t expecting to feel it so clearly like this. Though at your vocal response, Makoto ends up tossing up an eyebrow and giving you a knowing look. “The real question is, can you stay quiet for me?”

If you weren’t dying to get your hands on him at the moment, you would have probably rolled your eyes at him and turned your head away. Just to extend the teasing as a way of getting back at him. But you can’t. Not right now. The two of you haven’t been able to have sex in weeks. Between your postpartum recovery, his job, and taking care of the little angel sleeping just down the hall, you two haven’t found quite the time or place in which you could both relieve each other’s needs. And now that’s been enough time for you and he has today off from work, you had to take the chance. You needed this.

Not all those quick moments at night when you’re both too exhausted to do more than just touch. And certainly not those quicker moments in between waking up with him by your side and parting after a few hot kisses because the traffic will make him late if he stays a second longer. You wanted the sex you used to get. You wanted the fun you used to have. And you wanted the same type of encounters that got you pregnant in the first place.

So you promised him. With a chaste kiss on the lips, you promised him you could be quiet. Silent, even. But you should have known. And maybe deep down in your heart, you did know. Maybe you really did know.

That Makoto would take your words as a challenge.

As soon as the promise leaves your mouth, there’s a hand by your side. It strokes your leg, grabbing a fist full of your plush thighs before squeezing tightly. A squeak threatens to bubble out of your throat, but lips against yours silence the sound before it even came to be. But then they started to trail downwards. From your lips to your cheeks. From your cheeks to your chin and then finally, your neck. He goes in a straight line, pressing his mouth against your skin and showing his affection. But as he alternates between needy hickeys and feather-like kisses, the hand on your thigh starts to lift and lift and lift until suddenly- his clothed dick is rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties and tiny little sundress.

Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders, and you cross your leg against his waist as he rolls his hips into yours once. Twice. Three times. A fourth time, and by now you swear he must be feeling the mess you’re making between your own thighs. He does it so skillfully. Easily giving you the friction that you’re looking for with a speed and intensity that drives you insane. But all too soon, it’s over. All too soon he’s unhooking your leg from his body. All too soon he’s letting it fall back to the ground and letting his hand settle modestly at your waist instead. And all too soon, his lips are pulling back from the trail of kisses he left you, an unreadable expression on his face as he finishes with the last lovebite against your shoulder.

You watch him as he straightens to his original height, wondering what’s going on in his mind. For a second, his eyebrows furrow, and his lips twitch when he looks at you. And the part of you who knows all there is to know about your husband can’t help but feel weary at the idea that he’s planning something. Something that’s surely about to take you for a surprise. But as quick as it comes, it’s gone again. All that’s left in front of you is Makoto. Your dear, lovely Makoto. With a softer than soft look on his face as leans closer and closer. And this last kiss pressed against your swollen lip so gentle and so sweet. Perhaps even sweet than the one he gave you mere seconds after he was first pronounced to be your lawfully wedded husband.

But then he pulls away once more. Staring at you as you stare back. His hands are merely ghosting a touch on your hips. Inviting more excitement in your blood without bringing forth any promises. It leaves you stuck in a rock and a hard place. Stuck with little more to do than to count the rises and falls of his chest as you bask in the fact that he’s still able to make your stomach fill with butterflies after all this time. One breath passes. And then two. And then three. Four. Five. And by the time you reach ten, you’re convinced he’s waiting for you to make the next mood. And maybe that would have been the case…

…if you weren’t currently watch him get down on his knees half a second later.

There’s a glint in his eyes as he looks up at you. Something devious. Something sneaky. Something hungry. And yet, it still catches you for a surprise when one of his hands bunch up the bottom of your sundress and hikes it over your hips for you to hold up. And it’s after he passes the ball of fabric from his to your grip that his other hand takes its time in making its way up the side of your body. Reaching higher and higher and higher until he’s sliding off the strap of your dress from one of your shoulders and letting your breast fall free.

Your face warms at the implication of what’s to come he leans up on his knees and presses his lips against the underside of your swollen and sensitive chest. Your body is aching in anticipation as he takes his time toying with your body. Enjoying the touches you both had to live without as life grew hectic and romance became coveted. But you’re brimming with desire. With want. With need. So much so that you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, searching for something and hoping he’d silently get the hint that you can’t take much more of this. That you need him. More of him. And you need it now.

And luckily for you, he gets the hint.

Though like this entire encounter, every move he makes is slow and calculated. Long and drawn out. Petty, even. As if he enjoys driving you to your absolute brink. But you suppose it’s his own way of wanting you. His own way of wanting this to last. It’s been so long since you both were able to spend an entire night fucking like rabbits. Or take the weekend off just to make love on every surface of the house. It’s been so long since any of that. So many, just maybe, this is his own way of feeling young again.

Lazily rubbing his own hand up and down the length of his covered erection. Staring up at you, with half-lidded bedroom eyes as his lips close in around your hardened nipples. Pulling your panties to the side and sinking a finger- no, two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. Maybe this really is his own way of recapturing what you used to have. His own way of making up for lost time. And at that thought, you really couldn’t blame every kiss, every touch, every look he gave up until this moment. You really couldn’t.

After all…

This wasn’t the first time you found yourself in this exact same position, isn’t it?

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Snippet Update 5

Only one remains and my journey will be complete. For this part we will have "Elric Graves, A.K.A The Watcheful Eagle."

In this snippet, I decided to change things up, so bear with me.

And I have a surprised for you there. :)

(Note: If you see this; MC(Elrick) it means that Elrick is the one impersonating MC, or anyone who is outside of the parenthesis.)

Elric Graves Snippet

MC'POV

Standing in front of a tavern, where you can hear happiness and cursing, happening inside the establishment. "The Bullseye" looking at the signage you can see a target being hit in the middle, as the name suggest. Searching for Elric is the most gruesome activity you have been doing the whole day, the sun burning your skin and making your sweat like tar.

Searching every possible place you think, where Elric can be found and asking people if they have seen his wherabouts. Exhausting all every place you know and not seeing even the shadow of Elric, you were about to give that when you rememebr one last place After a mission you and the team went to a tavern, recommended by Elric.

"You guys will not regret coming here, I spent one night here and all-" you remember Elric saying and forgetting the rest. Stepping on the porch and putting your hand on the metal hook of the door, you brace yourself for the smell that is about to assault you.

Pushing the door open and treking forward, inside you were attack by many horrible scents. In the air you can smell a mix of piss and puke, and tang of blood and is not even happy hour yet.

While stopping yourself from hurling the contents of your stomach, you heard somebody in the crowd spoke up.

"C'mon Elric enchant us with the tales of the, "Watchful Eagle". the person said and sloshing their mug in the air, beer dripping.

Going straight to the place where people are gathered around, there you see Elric standing and his foot atop a stool.

"Alright but this is the last one!" Elric says, the people around him cheering wildly.

"Haha, simmer down lads and ladies, and huddle close for I will regale you with my adventurous tale." he says and everyone huddling and listening intently.

Seeing him do this, you approached closer but hiding yourself from Elric's view, knowing that this gonna be a good one. Leaning on the wooden beams and crossing your arms, waiting for him to narrate his story.

(Story Telling Time, Elric's Side) Elric's POV

Elric: There I was, facing a huge basilisk. My team and I were tasked by the king to dispose this monstrosity that is terrozing a nearby village. The basilisk look at us with maddening eyes and it's teeth bare with venom dripping on it's fangs. Me and the team ready ourselves and brandishing our weapons, we look to our a leader, awaiting for them to give the world.

(A person interupts you) Person 1: What did you do? (Looking at the person you smirk)

Elric: Oh what did I do indeed?, well I rush forward to the action and feeling the thrill of danger in my veins. (Moving around and thrusting your fist in the air)

MC(Elric): Elric get back here!. Oh for fack sake, charged( Shouting exasperated)

Elric: While charging head first to the beast, I looked to my side and I saw the team right beside me, charging together and raising their weapons, I too ready my bow. I grabbed a arrow from my quiver and putting it in my bow and drawing with all my strength and I let go! my arrow soaring high and aiming true. ( Standing straight and mimicking drawing your bow in the air and making a whistling sound.)

(A person interupts you again.) Person 2: Oh, Oh what happens next!( Excited and leaning to close to you even further, awaiting your words and holding their breath.)

( Grabbing your knife and throwing it on one of the beams for effect)

Elric: The beast dind't see it coming and my arrow hit them straight in the eye.( Pointing to your finger and mimicking a beast being injured in the eye.)

Serena(Elric): I think you just made it even more mad.( Worried)

Elrick: My fellow assest said and boy was she right, the beast howling in pain and looked at us with burning fury in it's other eye and tilting it's head upward. ( Tilting your head upward and howling)

(Person interupts again) Person 3: Looks like you and the team are in deep shit Elric, I have my fair share of facing a basilisk in my life and knowing what hell it is when they are pissed off.( They say wistfully and having a flashback of their past). (Insert flasback noise of people screaming in pain)

(Looking at the person and pointing at them) Elric: And deep shit we are my friend, our leader shout to us a warning. (Copying MC's action)

MC(Elric): Sheit, scatter( Running for cover)

Elric: With that command we run for our lives and at that exact moment the beast spew it's venom from it's mouth, scorching the ground with it's poison. ( Running in place and ducking for cover.)

Elric: I looked to my side and see MC looking back right at me their eyes filled with fear, seeing the love of my life like that, ignited something in me.( Increasing your tempo.)

Elric: MC if don't come back alive, I want you to know that I love you with all my life.( Looking at the air and pretending MC is there)

MC's POV

Hearing their story you can't help but smirk, knowing that there is a sliver of truth in their words. Now, seeing them talk to the air and mimicking your voice and the voice of the team. Fills you with laughter, then you hear Elrick speaks once more.

MC(Elrick): No Eldrick! do you got a death wish? (Acting worried)

Elrick: I did not listen to their concern and I put my hand on their face and kissed them. (Pursing your lips and kissing the air.)

Elrick: With one last kiss and looking at them one last time, I vault over my cover and run straight to the beast and hearing the pleas of MC behind me, but I did not looked back, focused on my misson in front of me. ( Standing atop on a table)

Elrick: I looked the beast dead in the eye, the beast growling with hunger and terror. Unphased I put a arrown on my bow and draw it. Poof! the beast is dead and me and the team return with our lives and enjoying our rewards. (Drinking ale from your mug).

The people around you and huddled around Elric groaned in annoyance.

Barkeep: Really Elric, your just gonna finish it like that! ( Still wiping the mugs with their rag)

Elric: Yup and besides where's the anticipation and thrill if I will not end my stories in a horrible manner. (Winking and smiling at everyone)

Getting of from the bean and standing, you started to clap your hands together, every one looking at you and being quiet, not expecting that the "Peerless Dragon" will be present.

(Insert Dramtic Music And Entrance Here)

Elric's POV

Curious, you looked at the person clapping their hands, their face shrouded by the darkness and you heard them speak.

Mysterious Person(MC): Bravo, Bravo, but I think you are missing one crucial information to your story Asset.( Clapping hands loudly and slowly, masking their voice)

Elric: And what will that be? stranger( Watching intently and curious)

The Person stepping into the light and looking you in the eye, you recognized them.

Elric: MC!( Surprised and mouth agape)

MC: Yes Elric, it is I and I wish to tell everyone how the story ends, properly!( Shouting and their voice echoing in the tavern)

Everyone drawing out from their stupor and started cheering MC's title

Crowd: Dragon, Dragon, Dragon( Loud and deafening)

Elric: Please don't tell them that part MC, I beg of you!( Getting on his knees and worshipping MC)

Everyone looked at Elric shocked.

Barkeep: Elric bowing and worshipping, this is gonna be good! Oh great "Peerless Dragon" would you grace us with your tale!( Asking in a regal manner).

MC: And I shall, barkeep!( Ringer pointing upwards victouriously and somehow magically a spotlight looms over you)

Elric: Nooooooooooooooo!( head tilted up in the air and howling in the sky)

(Story Telling TIme, MC's Side)

MC's POV

Everyone set their attention to you, anticipation building in the air around you.

MC: Let me go back to the part where Elrcic kissed me on the lips and how he charged recklessly towards the basilisk.

Feeling the lips of Elric on your lips and how he quickly remove it and started to charged the basilisk all by their lonesome, at first he looked heroic and dashing, his hair flowing with the wind and the sun complementing his skin, his sweat glistening under the sun.

Until he tripped himself on a small pebble and landing faced first on the ground and sliding closer to the beast.

Elric(MC): Sheit!( looking upwards at the beast)

MC: The beast started to salivate, seeing how their dinner graciously offer themselves to him( looking at Elric)

Everyone looked at Elric and started laughing.

Drunk Guy: Hahaha, what the fack!( they say laughing and putting their arms around Elric)

MC: It's up to me to save my boyfriend from certain doom so I started running towards the beast and picking up the pebble who tripped my love and throwing it at the beast, avenging the pride of my love. (Looking at Elric and seeing them crossed their arms, faced pouting)

MC: The beast looked at me furious and I insulted them for added injury. "Hey ugly over here!" I shout and the beast started lumbering towards me and almost stepping Elric into a pancake( Pounding your hands together to make your pancake point.)

MC: While the beast is heading towards my way, I started shouting orders to the team. "Fox with me!", "Wolf, get Eagle's ass to safety!", "Owl provide support!," Lion you try to attack the beast, while me and fox distract it!" With that done, everyone started doing their task( Talking to the air and pointing your finger, pretending that the team is front of you.)

MC: The beast is nearly upon us, their eye set on me for mocking their appearance, me and fox scatter so that we can distract the beast efficiently.(Jumping from one place to another.)

Serena(MC): "Hey over here!"( Arms waving frantically in the air)

MC: We were doing a fine job at it too, the beast don't know who to chase, when I shout at it, it will look at me and when the fox will shout at it, it will look at her.

That distraction give the Lion the oppurnity to climb it's back and standing atop on the head of the beast. From there, we see the Lion jumping from the head of the beast and twirling around and stabbing the beast in the chest with his sword. (Plucking Elric's knive's from the bean and stabbing the table)

Dustin(MC): Take this creature!( Twisting his sword on the chest of the beast and holding to it.)

MC: We saw the Lion holding for dear life and trying to push their blade deeper into the chest of the beast, but it's scales were to tough to pierce through.

Then we saw the Lion lost their grip and started to fall from the air, it's a good thing that the Owl is present, using their magic, their hand glowing with the arcane, they conjured a gust of wind and gently cushioned the fall of the Lion. (Grabbing a mug and letting it freefall and catching it deftly with one hand,)

Luna(MC): You look like sheit!( Looking at Elric)

Elric(MC) I kinda diserved this and that humilation and don't you dare tell a soul about! ( Mimicking Elrick's voice mockingly and fist thrusting in the air)

The quit atmoshpere where shattered and your captivated audinece were laughing like a maniac.

Barkeep: So that' the reason why you always end your story early Elric, I wonder if your other tales will be good like this one. ( Laughing and slapping their leg.)

Elric's POV

Standing up and having enough of being end of the joke. Elric: Alright, alright that's enough!"( Hands in the air)

MC: Oh! but we are just getting to the good part.

Elric: NO MC, I had eno-( you try to say, but everyone shusses you)

Sshhhhhhhhhhhh, the sound deafening in your ears.

Elric: Fine, but make it quick( Sitting back to your chair and crossing your arms together.)

MC: There the Lion still lying on the ground, we saw the Owl pulled their hands backwards and instantly the Lion is flying towards us. Lion sliding on the ground, his armor dragging on the ground.

MC: Owl I want you to hit the the sword with a lightning bolt( Talking in the air, thinking that Owl is there).

MC: As the word left from my mouth, the sunny blue sky was covered with a dark cloud, blotting out the light and inside those cloud we hear thunder clapping and lightning striking over head.

I looked at Owl seeing them chant the arcane language and both hands sparking with great energy, then at the gesture of their hand, lightning obeyed him and striking the chest of the beast, the sword acting as a lightning rod. ( Brosshhhhhkk, making a lightning sound effect).

A voice interupts Random Woman: Wow, he's so powerful.( They say in awestruck)

MC: He is truly powerful, but with great power comes a greater price, we where mesmerize by the display of power of Owl, we saw the beast shaking violently and glowing in a blue hue.

But is not enough and we saw that Owl's power is starting to wane,. We know that we need one more push and we can deliver the final blow.

Hearing MC say this, you know this your time to shine and your this is your comeback from the humilation from earlier.

Elrick: Seeing the threat, I know that if Owl continue in this path, he will hurt himself and worse we will not have any weapon against the beast. (Standing from your chair and proceding to jump to a table and then the spotlight from MC moves to you.)

Everyone turn their heads to you and even seeing MC smirking and shaking their head.

Elrick: There I was, seeing the beast is still persisting in walking the earth, I know that I have only one shot, if I want to finish this hunt once and for all( Hands balled into fist and looking heroic.)

Elrick: I quickly fetched my bow from the ground and took a metal tipped arrow from my quiver. Mind you this arrow is specially made just for this kind of situations.( Hand going to your pocket and retriving a metal tipped arrow and brandishing it in front of everyone).

Elrick: Checking the wind and calculating the the trajectory, I raised my bow and draw the arrow and I let go. ( Mimicking a drawing bow)

Elrick: My aim was true and it hit the sword square on, driving the sword deeply in to the beast, the beast give one last howl and dropped dead on the ground.

MC'POV

You know that Elrick couldn't help himself from taking the spotlight, so you decided to cut in, wanting everyone how that particular story end.

MC: The beast vanquised, me and the team celebrated our victory. ( Jumping on the table and the spotlight moving back to you)

MC: Giving the love of my life a kiss of victory and hugging him tightly( Making your way towards Elric, the spotlight following your every moment)

MC: We where cutting a piece of scale of the basilisk as proof we have killed the beast, but while walking towards it. I heard Elric curse( Pointing at Eldric horrified)

Everyone gasped and looked at Eldrick horrified and started to murmur.

Elric: Ah! yes I remember that last part.( Chuckling wildy)

Elric: There I was cutting a portion of the beast for my own, while walking to another section of the beast, I stepped on a poop.( Remembering how that vile thing, stained your favorite mocassins.)

Elric(MC): You gotta be shitting me( Mimicking the voice of Elric)

MC: Upon hearing this, I told him. "I shit you not Elric, clearly you stepped on a shit( Laughing at Eldric)

Everyone at first were serious, then hearing this make them laugh uncontrollably.

Elric: Yeah, yeah I stepped on shit happy?( Pouting and crossing arms together)

MC: And that is our story ends, ladies and gentlemen( Arms sweeping and bowing with a flourish)

(End Of Story Telling.)

Elric's POV

Seeing MC bowing, you mimic their action. After raising your head, you see MC saunter towards you. "Achem, everyone may I have your attention, I want you to know that this man right here is my future husband" MC says, gaining the cheers and the whistle of everyone in the tavern.

Loking at them, perplexed. "MC what do you mean by that" you asked surprised.

Seeing MC get on their knee and fishing a box from their pocket and pulling the lid upward, you see a beautiful emerald ring inside it, it's color like the green forest.

"Elric the first day our eyes met I know your the one, you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love…I love…I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you, from this day on. I wrote your name in the sand but it washed away…I wrote your name in the clouds but it blew away….I wrote your name in my heart and there it will always stay. I love you so…so much. I need to make you happy, for me to even have a shot at being happy. Will. You. Marry. Me?" MC says with their heart and soul and looking you deep in the eyes.

Everyone around the tavern started chanting. "YES, YES, YES, YES!" they shout and their mugs pounding the table, their feet stomping loudly on the ground. Looking around you, you can't help but a shed a tear.

"YES, I WILL MARRY YOU!" you shout through the noise. Running towards MC and pulling them for a deep and passionate kiss.

MC's POV

Elric charging towards you, pulling you and kissing you madly and deeply. Their lips atop yours and their tongue pushing deep inside your mouth. Everyone around you wallop in joy, but you block out the noise, too focused in this moment. Elric is the first one to break the kiss.

"Everyone, since I'm officially engaged, all drinks are on me and not only that me and MC will sing a song to you." he says, addressing the rowdy crowd.

"Alright Eldric. That's what I'm talking about. Congrats to the both of you." the poeple shout with glee and joy in the crowd.

"Will you sing with me MC" he ask you and holding your hand.

"Let me guess, Wanna take forever tonight? you ask and shaking your head.

Elric holding your hand and guiding you towards to the stage.

"You know it!" Elric shouts confidently and winking at you.

"Maestro, wanna take forever tonight would you please!" Elric shouts to the musicians.

The musicians started playing their instruments and the tune is echoing around the tavern.

(Sing along and listen to the music, while reading this part. ;) )

(Elric) Feel your breath on my shoulder And I know we couldn't get any closer I don't want to act tough, I just want to fall in love

(Elric, twirling you in his arms and putting his hand on your back and gently lowering you)

(MC) As we move into the night I get crazy Thinking how it's gonna be with you baby I don't want to play rough I've been loving you enough Oh, baby

(While in Elrik's arms, you put your hand on his cheeks, you see him closing his eyes, savoring your touch.

( Together) I want to take forever tonight Want to stay in this moment forever I'm gonna give you all the love that I've got I want to take forever tonight Fill you up, fill you up with love When we close the door all I need is in your eyes I want to take forever tonight

( Elrick, raising you up and spinning you around)

(Elric) Touch my lips, I'm on fire You're the only one I'll ever desire Turn the lights down low, make the world go slow When I'm holding you tonight it's so easy

(MC, giving a peck on Elrick's lips)

(MC) Nothing moves me like you do when you tease me And to rush would be a crime I just want to spend some time with you baby

(Both of you getting to closer and the light of the torches that are lined up on the wall is shining brightly in the both of your eyes.

(Together) I want to take forever tonight Want to stay in this moment forever I'm gonna give you all the love that I've got I want to take forever tonight Fill you up, fill you up with love When we close the door all I need is in your eyes I want to take forever tonight

(Holding each other's hand and both of you squeezing it.)

(Elrick) And when I'm here beside you I want to see what drives you out of your mind

(Elrick letting go of MC's hand and getting behind MC and holding them close.)

(MC) I never want to leave I only want to be with you 'Cause I love how you feel your love is so real

(MC, turning around to face Elric and putting their arms around him.)

(Together) I want to take forever tonight Want to stay in this moment forever I'm gonna give you all the love that I've got

(Both of you, placed your forehead on each other and swaying to the tune.

(Together) I want to take forever tonight Want to stay in this moment forever I'm gonna give you all the love that I've got 'Cause I can't live without you

(Both of you look each other's eyes and kissed passionately)

(End of song)

The people going crazy and cheering the both of you wildly, you think that you even see a couple of women fainting.

Looking at Elric, you see them smiling widely, sauntering closed to them and leaning closed to his ear.

"Let's blow this joint and write our own tale in bed" you whisper and licking his ear lobe.

"You read my mind." he says chuckling.

Grabbing your hand and pulling your towards the exit, excited for the adventure and romance that the both of you will make throughout the night, in private ;).

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