#like when I first heard that recording it was horrifying as hell

[asexxxualauthor]

I think the best part of finishing Burrow's End is the moment about six or so hours later, where you're chilling in the shower or in the middle of dinner, and you suddenly realize that the tape—you know, that tape—wasn't all five of the Firsts dog-piling and murdering Dr. Winnebago, but literally just Phoebe. And just that one stoat was enough to cause the carnage the kids found in the store room and turn the doctor into a Meat Dave when she didn't even know how to speak human yet.

#dimension 20 #burrow's end #d20 spoilers #burrows end spoilers #hey aabria what the fuck? like what the actual fuck? #I am all for grizzly death and body horror in my D&D campaigns but that is absolutely fucked up #like when I first heard that recording it was horrifying as hell #I'm right there with Brennan being #nope no thanks I'm out #but once you get the extra information from Silence's notes and we find out that it was just Phoebe who went into the store room #like it's so obvious but holy fuck aabria! #that was fucked up!

[mcu-coworkers]

You?

Summary: What you thought was your love story ended up being one cruel summer.

Word Count: 1k+

warnings: None really other than angry Miguel :I

A/n: amidst writing a part 3 for another story I got inspired by doctor strange and gave it a bit of a twist. Hope you guys like it!xx

Parts: One^ Two three Four

You had never seen Miguel so angry before.

Sure he was always short with everyone and never smiled other than to laugh at someone.

But when he did laugh, even if it was at someone, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

There were days when he’d call you into his office and ask you to update him on the spiders and the sectors they were handling and sometimes, if he was in a good enough mood, he’d ask about you.

Despite the mood swings, and his constant frown you wanted nothing more than to stand by his side and be there for all of it.

Peter B. though you were crazy for having feelings towards the coldest spider in the spider society but all things considered, he was probably right.

Only a crazy person would fall head over heels for someone who gave no sign of reciprocating feelings.

You had hope you’d get through one day.

That day definitely was not today.

You’d been caught up on a mission for the past couple of hours so you never responded to any of the comms. When you arrived back at HQ you were horrified by the mess.

You tried to ring Miguel but no luck, then you tried Jess, Ben, Gwen, shit, even Hobbie and still nothing.

Finally you were about to try Peter B. when he popped up behind you.

“You’re not gonna reach them, and honestly,  I   don’t think you want to.” he said as he held a very active May Day in his arms.

“What happened here?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper.

“ I  ‘d tell you but maybe it's better if you just watch.” he said, pulling up all the camera footage.

And holy shit.

Suddenly you felt a lot worse about ignoring those comms from Miguel.

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath.

“Yeah, listen  I   should get going. Miguel will be back soon and  I  ‘m the last person he’ll want to see.” he said, opening a portal.

“Bye Pete, take care of yourself okay?” You said with a soft smile as he slowly disappeared into the portal.

Looking back at the paused footage you didn't know what to think.

You understood Miles, but you also understood Miguel.

But still, seeing the way he handled this and how out of hand he got made chills run down your spine.

You didn’t even want to think what would’ve happened had he gotten through the shield of the go home machine.

Lost in thought you never heard Miguel enter the room.

“Where the hell have you been?” you heard him yell as he walked up to you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of his tone.

“On a mission you know that Miguel” you said trying to not anger him further.

“ I   called you to come back, so where the fuck were you.” he wasnt letting up.

“Miguel  I  got the guy  I  -” you tried but he cut you off.

“When  I   say come back that means come back am  I   fucking clear?” he said, looking down at you.

You’d never felt so intimidated by him before, not even on the first day after being recruited.

“Yes sir.” was all you could manage to say.

Finally he stepped back and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

“Lyla pull up the records of the go home machine and tell me where it sent him.” He said turning his back to you.

You could hear the distress in his voice so you thought of a way to help.

Walking up to him with caution you put a hand on his shoulder, “Miguel, Maybe you need to take a step  back let someone else handle it.” you suggested.

“Yeah? Who?You? Thats a fucking joke. You could barely handle a stupid villain, you’ll never catch this kid.” he snarled, shrugging your arm off.

Taken back by his statement you felt a heavy weight on your chest.

“Miguel-” you tried but again you were cut off.

“What are you gonna say some inspirational shit? Tell me you're here to help?hm?” he asked, turning back to you.

“Yes, Miguel, I am here for you, always. But this, this is mania. Some things can't be fixed by yourself. ” You said the weight on your chest felt heavier.

When he stayed quiet you took it as a sign to keep going.

“Maybe this is a sign to consider stopping, look at how much of a toll this is taking on you.” you urged the man was grasping for straws at this point if they didn't find Miles he’d be lost.

“This is my life's work, there is no me without the multiverse.” he exclaimed, turning away from you.

“There are so many things that give your life meaning, that could give your life meaning.” you suggested, realizing what that last part sounded like you felt your face heat up.

Shit.

He stopped his pacing and turned to you, “Like what? You?”

Suddenly you felt your world come crashing down. You had nothing left to lose.

“Yeah. Me.” you said barely above a whisper.

“You care so much don’t you? You think  I   want your pity? That  I  need you?”he said aggressively.

“ I   have never pitied you.”you snapped back.

“Good, because  I   don't need it. And  I   don't need you.” and with that he turned back around leaning on his desk.

You had nothing left for him. Or the spider society.

“Goodbye, Miguel.” was all you said before you walked out of the room and opened the portal to go home, for good.

“That was a bit rough for someone you like, don't you think?” Lyla asked, watching Miguel as he looked over to the door you walked out of.

He decided to focus on one thing at a time, Miles now you later.

He knew you’d come back and when you did, he’d fix it.

If there was something he could fix in this fucked up world it was the mistakes he made with you.

“The files Lyla.” he said changing the subject.

Sighing, Lyla gave him what he wanted and left.

She didn't have the heart to tell him that you left your watch and your suit at HQ.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spider-man 2099 #spiderman #across the spiderverse

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Another sagau reader hearing someone insulting characters and going apeshit but when someone insults reader are like "......hmm shodul I drink hot chocolate or tea today?" This time ganyu( becose I still pissed at one guy who insulted her i her own story quest) bennet and nilou (another chance to make azar feel terror)

COMING RIGHT UP, ANON. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING OMG 💀 I have been too dead without these requests, fr.

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When Someone Insults Ganyu, Bennett, and Nilou vs When Someone Insults Reader...

(Disclaimers: Might Be OOC, Mentions of Violence, & Quest/Genshin Impact Lore Spoilers!)

Ganyu

Okay, first of all: Yes, I am adding that stupid idiot cough Xin Cheng cough into this.

You were just following the Traveler and Paimon, joining Ganyu's Story Quest which, for some reason, was not completed yet. So, you decided to tag along to see Ganyu!

You weren't hyped when that beggar came out of nowhere and started to do all that fairytale stuff even you don't approve of—and you were someone that sticks themselves into your own head, thank you very much.

So when this man started to gain the audacity to insult Ganyu, you knew you had to step up and do something. No one, and you quite mean it, was going to insult her and get away with it.

"Hey!" You came out from your hiding spot (you're the Almighty Creator, you know it'll make the situation worse). "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, huh?"

Xin Cheng pales at the sight of your enraged figure. He stutters to make an excuse, but you cut him off. You're having none of it.

"Get your useless self out of here, before I decide to kick it down the mountains myself!"

To say that Ganyu was shocked that you were getting angry over a mortal was an understatement. She was beyond surprised that you even stood up for her.

But she did have to intervene with your threatening—after all, she is still an Adeptus. Protecting the people of Liyue was still her duty.

"Your Grace...Please let him go. I'm sure he already understands his mistake." Ganyu's soft voice only made your anger increase—she sounded so upset!

"Y-yes, please, Your Grace! I understand what I've done wrong, I—"

"Silence." You glare down at the mortal. Your turn back to Ganyu, and considered your choices. While you wanted to wreck absolute vengeance on this man, you also didn't want to hurt Ganyu's feelings more.

Guess you were going down Trauma Lane, then. You sigh, and stomp your feet as you turn around to glare at Xin Cheng, catching his petite form by surprise.

"If I ever see you do this again..." Your eyes narrow. "Believe me when I say it—you will be granted no mercy by any adeptus nor Rex Lapis himself. Now SCRAM!" With that, he was running for the hills. You weren't entirely satisfied, but you'll take it. For now.

What would Happen if Ganyu heard you get insulted? Well, first of all, she would gasp quietly to herself. What was this blasphemy? She's utterly horrified.

Ganyu thinks she might faint once she realizes you were nearby, checking out vendor goods next to where the gossipers were spilling terrible insults of your image.

"Y-Your Grace! Please accept my apology on behalf of the people of Liyue." Will literally run up to you and apologize for them. While she may not be the one who did it, she's still cares about the People of Liyue—and thus her reasoning as to why she's askign for the mercy of the Almighty Creator.

Your puzzled look turns to Ganyu. "Who are you apologizing for?" Ganyu blinks.

"The, uhm—the gossipers..?" You're still confused, until your eyes shine once recognition hits you like Truck-Kun.

"Ohhh, those dudes! Yeah, don't worry about them—they're pretty boring, saying the same thing like a broken record. Say—wanna shop with me? I'm paying, of course."

And that's how you got Ganyu to be more comfortable around you! :D

Bennett

Ah, our unlucky yet optimistic adventurer! This boy—he is good. He's cool, and he's rather awed by most of the kids in Mondstadt.

He was hanging out with Razor and Fischl when someone decides to insult him. this genuinely upsets him—after all, they were insulting his ability and his position in the Adventurer's Guild...

Already, Razor and Fischl were already up to defend him, but what they didn't expect is for the Almighty Creator (aka you) got to it first.

"I beg your pardon," you say through gritted teeth. "How exactly is having a bad luck aura got to do with ANYTHING related to being an adventurer?" You're glaring so many daggers you could practically say you were breaking all the walls. "Perhaps we'll see just how lucky you are when I send you to Dragon Spine and watch your dead corpses FREEZE TO DEATH?"

The insulters were paling the more you went on. Razor and Fischl aren't sure what to do—you're already there, dealing with the situation.

But Bennett? Well uh, like usual, his bad luck got the best of him, and he accidentally stumbles towards you (miraculously). He bumps into you, and you shift your gaze onto him.

"Uh—Sorry, Your Grace! I really didn't mean to bump into you, I swear!" Poor guy is scared because his bad luck affected him at the worst time of all. He thinks he might get killed.

You though? Oh, hell nah. Your gaze already soften, and you decided to show favoritism! You pull the boy into a hug, glaring at the insulters one more time as a warning to scram, before you go back to enjoying giving the boy affection!

But when Bennett hears you get insulted? Well, first of all, screw his bad luck because the insulters were quite literally telling him how bad of a Creator you were!

He immediately tries to avoid getting too deep into the discussion, trying to sway the topic elsewhere to no avail, and he pales when he realizes you were literally a few steps away from them!

And it seems his bad luck gets in the way again, because you just turned right as he was staring at you with shocked eyes!

However, instead of being mad, you were actually beaming when you see him. You wave at Bennett, smiling.

"Bennett! Help me choose some flowers, yeah?"

"Uhm—uh, Sure, Your Grace!"

And that's how the insulters were hiding in their homes for the rest of their lives as you merrily dragged Bennett out of that horrendous conversation.

Nilou

Honestly, do I need to say who decided to insult this amazing dancer?

Yes, it was fricking Azar again. What is up with this crazy old man, nobody knows. Perhaps you should put him in prison for a while until he's gained a sense of appreciation for the Arts. ALL of the Arts.

Apparently, when you had drilled fear into this man, he thought it only applied to flipping Nahida. As much as you love Nahida, you are not going to have Azar twists your words and make it seem like you grant him permission to snark down other people—especially the people of Zubayr Theater.

So when Azar finally decides to have scholars gain the nerve to insult Nilou on behalf of his stupid brain, you (of course) just had to get yourself involved with this.

"Excuse me, but since when did you have the audacity to judge someone else's profession of art, simply because it isn't 'academic' in any way?" You spat. "Where I come from, Art courses are necessary in order to move on in your academic life." When Nilou hears you, she, first of all, is grateful of you stepping up for her, and, second of all, very scared of what might be happening next.

The scholars pale, but they seem to have taken your comment as a debate.

"With all due respect, Your Grace, the Arts are anything but educational—"

"Was I looking for a second opinion, dimwit?" You narrow your eyes. "Besides, have you yourself ever tried the Art of Dancing or the Art of Music before?"

"Well—uhm, no, but—"

"Then shut up, then." The scholars begin to panic as your voice becomes low and dangerous. "You don't have an excuse to be judgmental if you haven't even tried this stuff yourself."

"Ex-Sage Azar told us to say this!" They blurt out, and that only increases your rage. Seeing that things might escalate, Nilou steps in.

"Your Grace, let's not be too harsh!" She exclaims, waving her hands frantically. "I'm sure they understand what they did wrong. There's no need to have them punished." You narrowed your eyes in disagreement, for a half second, Nilou thought she made the situation worse.

But when you sigh heavily, she knew you relented. You glare at the scholars again.

"Tell Azar if he does this again, to ANYONE, I'll cut his head off, and there's no more excuses there. In fact—bring me to him. I'll have a talk with him myself."

Yeah, Azar got traumatized again :)

But when Nilou hears you be insulted? Quite literally behind your back? She thought she was going to faint from the gossiper's comments alone! You being there to listen it to it all only made her feel worse.

She was about to confront them, until she saw other people nearby dealing with the situation. So, Nilou decides to check up and see if you were okay...After all, those comments weren't nice.

She was pretty shocked when she realized you were contemplating over wares instead, completely unbothered by the drama going on behind your back. Nevertheless, she was still going to apologize in case you were just hiding your emotions.

"Uhm, Your Grace—I would like to apologize on behalf of all of Zubayr Theater. We should've done something earlier." You look at her, confused.

"What are you apologizing for, Nilou?" You ask. She blinks.

"Uhm, the gossipers, Your Grace..?" Your eyes widen, before you bark a laugh.

"Oh, those dudes! Yeah—don't worry about them, honestly. Say—help me pick: should I get hot chocolate or tea from this lovely store?"

Let's just say you had a fun time hanging out with Nilou for the rest of the afternoon :)

AND THAT'S IT! WE ARE DONE! I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE AND TAKING 30+ YEARS TO FINISH THIS, BUT IT'S HERE! :D I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT!

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#yandere sagau #sagau genshin #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau fluff #genshin cult au #sagau x reader #self aware genshin #sagau ganyu #sagau nilou #sagau bennett #genshin self aware #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic #sagau razor #sagau fischl

[takeachillpillshawty]

Things that you do that creep them the fuck out.

Ft. The Overblot gang.

Genderfluid reader ( Selective mute reader for Vil's part.)

Riddle Rosehearts

You're very intimidating, and you don't even mean it. You just have that face you know.

It was a morning at Heartslaybul and he was getting ready fro school. You had notified him that you were coming to walk to class with him, After getting dressed he walked out his dorm....and saw you.

And god did he almost shit himself, you were standing right outside his room door. That terrified him was how the shadows angled your face!

How is it possible to look like a demon of hell when it 7 am! It's a sunny day! How do you look so menacing?!

" Riddle, you ready? " you asked so nonchalantly, while Riddle over here is having seven heart attacks.

Leona kingsholar

You do great impressions... You think that would be a good thing.... But its fucking not....while you and Grim were staying over, Ruggie warned him before hand that you have a tendency to....make strange noises.

Leona didn't give a fuck.....as long as it's doesn't bother him....

You were getting pissed that Leona didn't help you with that contract you had with Azul. You threaten to ruin his sleeping hours but he said and I quote, " Herbivore, you're as threatening as a mad bunny."

One night when he was sleeping Ruggie woke him up...

" Wake up Leona. It's time for school." But when woke up....he didn't see Ruggie....it was still night time....he went back to sleep.

" Leona, it's time to wake up. Come on." Yeah, he's starting to get pissed off. He woke up again and looked around to see a shadowy figure, he walked up to it without thinking. " Ruggie, it's fucking late. Why the..... What the fuck..." It was just a coat hanger covered with clothes he had thrown over.

" Leona." He whipped his head around to see nothing.... He felt unnerved. He went back to bed, but not without feeling something grabbing his foot from under his bed.

He let out the most horrified scream he had ever mustered in all his years on this earth. He quickly jump back on his bed. Like a cat seeing a cucumber, he saw limb coming from his bed. Someone was coming from his bed.

But something about not felt so inhuman, like it's pretending to be human. The figure stood up...it was you...." T..that was you?! The fuck! Why did you! " you cut him off.

" Leona, Prefect needs their dorm. " the voice came from you....but it was spot on to Ruggie's voice... Your lips didn't move, or that's what he thinks due to him still being half asleep and it being dark.

But the way you said it....it sounds like you took different recordings of Ruggie and crudely mashed it together.

You got closer. " You are going to help them Leona..... ÜňðÊşTåǹÐ?"

The voice sounded choked out...and the last phase sounded distorted... Like a glitch....h..how how did you manage to do that....and no matter how you said it....It still sounded like Ruggie....

Leona could only nod as he gave you a shell shocked stare....you blend in the shadows of the room. A door opening and closing was heard, as if telling him you have departed.

The next morning the dorm was lively and enjoying breakfast, it was noticeable that Leona did not get a wink of sleep last night due to your...' Visit '.

Azul Ashengrotto

He has been best friends with the Leeches since childhood, nothing could scare him...or at least... At first....

You...you were a very weird human....no, fuck that you're fucking creepy. Not even Floyd wants to squeeze you.

It happened when you were hanging out with all three of them. And you said, " hey I bet I could fake being dead for 10 minutes. "

" bet" Floyd said as you immediately went limb at the table you all were sitting at...eyes open and everything.

It's was fine...until 10 minutes passed... " Alright Prefect, that was impressive. You can stop now. " Azul stated.... You didn't respond.... Your face was blank, unmoving..... " P..Prefect? "

Jade shook you a bit but your body slowly slid off your seat and onto the floor like a ragdoll.

Yeah...it's time to panic.

Azul was freaking the fuck out, Jade was too but internally. Floyd went over to you and checked your pulse... "Guys! T..the pulse is gone! "

Azul was thinking of what to do, A close friend of his was probably dead in his dorm. He started to cry. " AZUL! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF! " Jade shouted, it was out of character for him...Who can blame him, he's panicking at the moment.

" Ok. We have to hide the body, let's just feed them to a shark. W..we'll all have alibis, and if that doesn't work. It's fine! We'll fake our deaths transfer to a new school. Live new lives. Floyd! Grab their arms, I got their legs." Jade said in a panic.

" O..oh god...oh god..." Azul has having a breakdown... Until.

" Ah! Told ya I could do it for 10 minutes! " you shouted in victory.

Azul immediately passed out on site. Jade dropped in shock, Floyd was just shocked.

Jamil Viper

You...had a very bad habit of spacing out.... Like...really bad... It doesn't help that you had a ' resting bitch face' either.

When you had a study session with with him and Kalim you were spacing off....looking through the open dorm....

" The world is...so beautiful. Do you feel it? The voice telling you to follow them....the voice wanting to end it all....it very beautiful.... Can you hear it Jamil?" You said it like you were hypnotized or possessed by a great Force.... Kalim was confused and also weirded out by what you said....

Later that night, Jamil couldn't sleep due to what you said earlier.

Vil Shoenheit

He got used to your bad habit of popping out of nowhere. He has dealt with Rook, so he's pretty much desensitized to it....but the difference is...he knows when Rook is coming due to his footsteps. But you....you're... So silent...to the point is very unnerving.... Like he has not here you spoken a word... A matter of fact he can't even hear you damn breathing, A pin drop is more louder than your own fucking breathing....

He has to ask you is you were ok, you nodded.

While being the manager of the dance group, Vil over time bought you some earrings, bracelets, key chains and necklaces.... You thought this was nice of Vil to buy you all this stuff.... But in reality, he belled you like a cat. So whenever you approach him he wouldn't have to have a heart attack every time .

One time you got Vil some tea after a days worth of practice. At the time he was talking with Epel and scolding him on his behavior. You not wanting to be rude stood next to Him and waited... His scolding got more intense as he accidentally swung his hand up knocking the tea out of your hand. Vil look behind him....

and jumped while slipping on the spilt tea on the floor, falling face first. ( insert family guy death pose ) Epel took everything he had in himself to not sound like a laughing lunatic. As you helped Vil up and apologized profusely.

Idia Shroud

He's a scaredy cat, the words his own little brother Ortho would describe him....and he's not wrong, Idia and you both love anime.... And he wants you to wear some cosplay...but whet he doesn't know is that you like to stay in character when it comes to cosplay..... Let me tell ya...he regretted letting you cosplay Himiko Toga.

You texted him earlier that you would be coming over in cosplay.... And he was ecstatic.... He heard a knock on the door and opened it, he was immediately tackled to the ground by you.

" Idia~ my my....you look so red! I can't wait to cut you open and play with your insides~! " you held a small pocket knife near his chest and raised your hands and plunged down about to stab him but stop mid way. " How was that? Too in character? Or? " Idia had fainted already, accepting his faith....when he regain his senses he was on his bed and you were out of cosplay watching some Tv.....He doesn't know what's worse you nonchalantly watched TV like you didn't try to stab him...or he got turned on by it...

Malleus Draconia

The fact that you know that he's the Prince of Briar Valley and one of the most powerful mages in the world and you treat him like a silly lil thing is weird enough... Have you no fear? But still he loves you either way.

#twisted wonderland shitpost #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #kalim al asim #floyd leech #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #diasomnia

[semisgroupie]

unethical techniques

scumbag lawyer!gin ichimaru x lawyer!fem. reader (ft. serial killer!aizen)

word count: 7.0k

warnings: noncon drugging, blackmail, noncon recording, aphrodisiac use, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, public sex, fingering (f! receiving), mentions of murder, use of legal jargon, consumption of alcohol, spit, praise, reader is called sweetheart

synopsis: never wander into the lion’s den, you’ll never like what’s inside

a/n: this is for my love and my heart @maitaro’s FAME collab! Please check out the other amazing works and thank you so much for letting me join! And this fic takes the cake for being my longest fic!!

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ THIS FIC I DO NOT CONDONE OR APPROVE OF THIS BEHAVIOR THIS IS SOLELY A FICTIONAL PIECE AGAIN PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING THIS FIC

You always wondered how Gin Ichimaru was able to have such a high success rate with cases. Even against the best prosecutors he would come out on top. Hell, his client could confess on the witness stand and he’d still win the case. It didn’t make sense to you, it never made sense. You even hired private investigators to sit in during the trials you couldn’t attend and hired them to follow him around and they would come back with nothing. Then when you would sit in during his trials you couldn’t pinpoint his technique, you just saw it as weird. But whenever he made eye contact with you or just looked in your direction you felt a chill run down your spine. It was all unusual and you just couldn’t figure it out from just being a viewer.

So, when you were given a case that he was involved in you saw it as a way to finally have all your questions answered.

You looked through all the documents of the case and you grew horrified at the gory details. You’ve handled murderers and serial killers before but this one gave you the creeps. Then it really bothered you when you saw his photo, he looked like a normal guy, like a guy you’ve passed by on the street hundreds of times. But of course Gin would be his lawyer, scum attracts scum.

Over the course of a couple of weeks you set up meetings with all the detectives working on the case and wrote up a list of possible witnesses you could use during the trial. You met with some of the family members of the victims and after 3 weeks of interviews and meetings it finally came to the day where you would meet the defendant and his attorney. You had to drive to the maximum security prison where he was currently housed since his bail was remanded due to the nature of his crimes and since he posed a high risk of reoffending if bail was set.

You sighed as you parked in front of the maximum security prison, you’ve been here quite a few times over the course of your short career but as you got out of your car and walked to the entrance you felt a cold chill run down your spine. You opened the door and clutched your briefcase tighter as you walked to the security check. You greeted the correction officer there and set everything down on the conveyor belt.

“Hello Miss L/N, who are you here to see today? And if you just came to see me you could just call, I could show you that I can dress up fancy too.” You laughed at his words and shook your head. He was a nice older man that had always kept a close eye on you whenever you came to visit an inmate and always had chocolates to give you once you were done with your visits. It’s been three years since you first met him and he had shown you nothing but kindness and always found a way to lighten your mood whether it was through harmless flirtatious comments or fatherly wisdom and advice.

“No, no Mr. Hiro. I wish I was here to visit you and what did I tell you about being so formal? Please just call me by my name. I’m here to visit Sosuke Aizen and his lawyer, they want to try to discuss a plea deal before the trial starts.” The normally crinkly eyed smile that was on Mr. Hiro’s face dropped once he heard the name fall from your lips and he grabbed your wrist to pull you close before you walked through the metal detector.

“Please drop this case or hand it down to another attorney in your office Y/N. That man is no good and neither is his snake of a lawyer. I’ve worked in this prison for 10 years and saw the worst of the worst but this guy is no joke, he’s the worst of them all. Please, just turn back now and forget all about this case. Nothing good is bound to happen.” Worry oozed through his words and your eyes widened. Was this man really that bad?

“Don’t worry Mr. Hiro, I’ll be fine. I have spoken to some of the families of the victims and they are putting all their trust in me to put this asshole in the electric chair, I have to do it. I’m the only one in my office with an almost perfect win record. If I feel threatened or endangered in any way I promise I will drop this case and hand it to one of my colleagues.” You placed your hand over his and gently squeezed it as a form of reassurance but he just shook his head and let go of your wrist.

“Just please be careful, you’re like a daughter to me and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.” You hugged him tightly and nodded before going through the metal detector and heading to the security desk to get your visitor’s pass. Your heels clicked against the floor as you made your way to the elevator and once you reached the floor where the room for the meeting was located you felt the chill run up your spine again. You shook off any nerves and you made your way to the room. Once you reached it you saw two large corrections officers standing on each side of the door and you nodded at them and took out your identification.

“Hello, I’m the state attorney for this case. Is the prisoner inside?”

One of the men nodded and pointed to the window, “his lawyer is inside too.”

You walked over to the one way mirror and saw both men. One with brown hair and wore a blue prison jumpsuit, signaling to you that he was a dangerous felon and the man next to him was someone you easily recognized. Gin Ichimaru. His silver hair was pushed back neatly and he wore a suit that was extremely expensive. You sighed as you looked at them then made your way back to the door.

“The inmate is handcuffed to the table and once you are done just knock on the door or window twice and we’ll let you out, we’ll keep a close eye on you while you are inside just in case he tries to become violent.” With that one of the officers opened the door and you made your way inside.

“Good morning gentlemen, my name is Y/N L/N and I am the prosecutor assigned to this case. I am here because you and your attorney would like to make a plea deal” you sat down in the chair across from the two men and you burned under their gazes. You set your briefcase on the table and opened it up to take out the file you had and opened it up. “Mr. Aizen, you are on trial for twelve counts of capital murder, thirteen counts of kidnapping, one count of attempted murder, twelve counts of abuse of a corpse and one count of resisting arrest. With all these charges you will most likely be sentenced to death, what would you like to discuss?”

You closed the file and looked at the two men, your gaze fell on Gin. Was he smiling? The sight of the smile on his face repulsed you and as he leaned forward you moved back a bit. “Well my client has already confessed to the murders and shown police where all the bodies are so with all his cooperation I’m thinking we should lower the sentence to 25 years in prison with the possibility of parole after 5.”

Your eyes widened and you scoffed at his words, “I’m sorry but is this a joke? You want your client to receive the sentence that is the equivalent to second or third degree murder? That’s just absurd, your client brutally murdered twelve people and would have murdered more if his thirteenth potential victim didn’t escape. He’s a threat to society.”

Aizen shook his head and rested his hands on the table. “We all make mistakes ma’am, I just made mine too many times in a row. I don’t deserve to die, I know what I did was wrong and I am sorry for what happened.”

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth and how Gin sat next to him with a smile on his face. How could he believe those words? How much was Aizen paying him? You stood up and placed your card on the table, handing it to Gin. As his fingers brushed against your hand you felt like your skin was burning under his touch and quickly moved it back. “When you’re serious about a plea deal, call me.”

You grabbed your briefcase and walked to the door, knocking on it twice. As you exited the room you could’ve sworn you heard Gin and his client whispering to each other and snickering but you just shook it off and made your way to the elevator. Just as the elevator opened you felt someone standing next to you so you looked to your left side and saw Gin standing there. That same grin was plastered on his face.

“Have I met you before this? You seem very familiar.” You walked into the elevator with him and stood at one of the back corners while he pressed the button to the first level and then moved to the back of the elevator with you.

“No, this is the first time I’ve been assigned as opposing counsel to a case you’re involved in but I have attended some of the trials of my colleagues when you were the defense. You have quite an impressive record, no losses.”

He nodded and moved closer to you, almost towering over you. “Wanna know the secret?” Without waiting for an answer from you he leaned down until his mouth was at your ear, “I always get what I want and I stop at no bounds to get it.” Your eyes widened and goosebumps rose along your skin and before you could react the elevator reached your floor. Gin backed away and looked back at you with that vile grin, “hope you continue to bring your A-game for trial, I love a challenge and you seem like the most difficult puzzle I’ve come across in years.” He walked out and you were left frozen in your place.

After a few deep breaths you quickly walked out of the elevator and walked to the parking lot so you could drive back to the office and gather yourself. It was probably some stupid tactic to psyche you out and throw you off but you weren’t going to let that stop you and you definitely weren’t going to forget what he told you, the words still ruminating in the back of your mind. “Always gets what he wants, fucking weirdo.” You shook it off and drove back to your office to somewhat prepare yourself for the next grueling weeks before trial.

After weeks of interviews, investigation, pointless plea deal requests and trial prep it was finally the day of the beginning of the trial. You could barely sleep the night before, something you just noted as pre-trial jitters. Then as the trial began you were completely unsure of what possible tricks Gin could have up his sleeve, his opening statement sounded like it was whipped up last minute, during his cross examination of your witnesses he didn’t even ask any relevant questions or questions that could make the jury question the witness’ credibility.

Everything was easy for some odd reason, when his witnesses took the stand you easily shred their credibility to pieces when it came to your cross examination. You were positive that you were going to win the case and send Sosuke to death row.

And still after every day of trial he had that smirk on his face, like there was something he should be proud of. It baffled you, why was he smirking and smiling all the damn time? You had to find out, so when Gin offered to discuss another plea deal over drinks you jumped at the opportunity. You just had to find out what tricks he had up his sleeve.

After he gave you the paper you went home, freshened up and made your way back to your car with the paper in hand. You glanced at the paper he had given you, an address written messily on the torn paper and furrowed your eyebrows. It didn’t seem like a bar you went to before but you just shrugged it off and put the address in your gps and followed the directions. It wasn’t a long drive from your condominium and your eyes widened once you parked in front of the building.

A luxury building, one of the most expensive luxury buildings in town. You got out of your car and fixed the skirt of your dress and made your way inside the building. The concierge took your name then led you to an elevator that would go straight to where you were meeting Gin and once you were inside you felt the nerves in your stomach.

Your boss had always warned you about meeting another attorney in such a private setting and it only intensified when one of your coworkers mixed business with pleasure during a meeting and got their case thrown out.

Once the elevator stopped and the doors opened you stepped out into the penthouse apartment. You took in all the expensive furniture, the beautiful view of the city, the shelf of expensive liquors and spirits as you stepped further inside. You looked over to see the door to the balcony open and you walked to it and peeked your head outside to see Gin leaning on the balustrade with a half empty glass in his hand. You took a few more steps out and caught his attention.

“Hello Miss Y/N, thank you for meeting me here. Come join me.”

You walked over to him and faced him as you leaned on the balustrade, keeping some distance between you two, “well I’m just here to listen to whatever deal you want to make, hopefully it’s not as ridiculous as the one you made when we first met.”

He laughed and shook his head as he took a step to close the distance. “All work no play I see. Well what would you like to drink? I would still like to be a good host while I have you here.”

“A scotch please and I hope you’re not a heavy handed pourer, I still need to drive back home.”

The smirk grew on his face as you told him your drink of choice. “Don’t you worry, I’m not heavy handed at all. I still want you to be coherent and please feel free to sit inside, it is getting a bit windy and it doesn’t seem like you brought a jacket. Come on.”

His hand rested on the small of your back as he followed you back inside. You took your seat on one of the plush couches and continued looking around the penthouse while he walked over and made your drinks. He glanced over at you and chuckled as he made your drink and refilled his.

“Like what you see? Maybe once you leave that crummy state attorney’s office, you can become a wealthy defense attorney.” He made his way over to you and handed you your drink, which to his delight you quickly took a sip and he sat on the opposite end of the couch from you.

“Maybe that is what I should do but I love sending people to prison too much and I could never imagine defending the monsters you defend.” You took another sip and shifted a bit so you could face him and your eyes quickly skimmed over his body. He wasn’t wearing one of those expensive suits he normally wore to court but his outfit was still fancy. He wore a burgundy button down satin shirt, with a few buttons popped open and black slacks with black dress shoes that look like they’ve never been worn before.

When you met his eyes it seemed like he was doing the same to you, making your cheeks burn as you didn’t wear something as fancy as him, just a simple black v-neck cocktail dress that you often wore to work whenever you didn’t have to go to court. You downed some more of your drink and leaned in a bit, “so what did you want to discuss?”

“Ah of course” he moved a bit closer but still kept his distance as he swirled the liquid around in his glass. “So I still think you should reconsider my most recent offer, 50 years with a minimum of 10 to 15 years. He’ll still go to jail but he won’t die, I think that’s a good deal.”

You scoffed and finished your drink and just before you could set it down on the coffee table Gin reached over and took the glass from you. “I’ll get you a refill, don’t worry I won’t put too much.”

You nodded and watched him walk to grab the scotch bottle before speaking. “That’s absurd, he murdered all those people Gin, even you must know that’s absurd. I could never accept a plea like that, the lowest I’ll go is life in prison without the possibility of parole. I’ll take the death penalty off the table.” You knit your eyebrows together and pinched the bridge of your nose as you felt something course through your body, you just had one little drink so it couldn’t have been any effects of drunkenness and you knew how you got when you drank so it would take a few more drinks to get you to even feel tipsy.

But this feeling was different, like there was a fire burning inside your body. You shifted in your seat, trying not to make it noticeable to Gin but it was too late, he handed you your drink and his classic smirk was plastered on his face as he reached a hand out to touch your shoulder. “Are you alright? Don’t tell me you can’t handle your liquor.”

You moved from his touch, as it felt like his fingers were going to burn through your skin and shook your head. “No I’m fine, I just need to stand outside. It’s getting warm here.” You stood up and made your way outside, it was like every single step you took this burning grew and traveled further south. You quickly made your way to the balustrade and leaned over it, gripping the glass tightly as you took deep breaths and downed everything in the glass. “What the fuck is going on?” You pressed your thighs together for some relief but it made the throbbing between your thighs worse. Your mind ran in circles trying to process what was going on with you but you couldn’t figure it out.

“Have you figured it out yet?” You looked over to find Gin standing extremely close to you, that damned smirk still on his face. “Have you figured out what’s going on with you yet or are you still clueless?” He lifted his hand and brought one finger up to drag it across your cheek and jaw, chuckling at the little whimper you let out. “Do you know what this burning sensation is coursing through your body? Do you know why your cunt is throbbing? Why you’re so sensitive to just the slightest touch?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him and shook your head. “What did you do to me, Gin? What the fuck did you put in my drink?”

He laughed as he made his way over to the outdoor sofa and you whined at the loss of his touch. He took out his phone and put it down on the glass table in front of him and looked up at you. “Come and I’ll tell you.” He patted the spot next to him and your body moved instinctively to him and filled the empty cushion. He placed his hand on your thigh and looked you in the eye. “I only did what had to be done sweetheart, remember when I was with you in the elevator after our first meeting? What did I tell you?”

Your mind was growing fuzzy just feeling his touch again and you couldn’t remember a thing. “I’ll remind you, I always get what I want and I stop at no bounds to get it.” He moved closer to you and his eyes scanned your face. “Do you know how difficult it is to get dirt on someone who has a squeaky clean record? Not even your exes have anything bad to say about you, you’re too fucking clean. There’s nothing else I could’ve done but this.”

Your breath hitched as his hand traveled higher and he moved to your ear, “you’re also so fucking naive, didn’t anyone tell you to keep your eyes on your drink when it gets poured for you? It was so fucking easy to slip my special little powder in and give it to you. So sweetheart, what I gave you was an aphrodisiac and the only way to get rid of all this burning and throbbing is me. I’m your only solution.”

You backed away and shook your head while your body was screaming at you. The amused look on his face never lifted as you muttered how it was unethical and how much trouble he would get in for what he did. “Won’t show up in drug tests silly girl, so you could deny it all you want and shake your head but I am the only one who can help you. You just need to say the words sweetheart, all you need to say is ‘please Gin, please help me. Please fuck me.’ It’s not that difficult. You could try to masturbate but that fire won’t quell quickly, it’ll probably take you one maybe two days to really satisfy yourself and we have court in two days. What are you going to tell judge Fujimoto? ‘Sorry your honor but I need to make myself cum for the rest of the day, can we postpone closing arguments and move the date to the end of the week?’ Just repeat what I told you and I’ll help you, then you can be nice and chipper for court.”

This was against every ethical principle you had and you cursed yourself, how could you do something so stupid and let him slip that into your drink? You glanced at him and sucked in a breath, this was how he did it. This is how he always won his cases, that fucking snake.

“And don’t get me confused with a piece of shit that uses drugs to get what he wants, sweetheart, I don’t drug every lawyer I go against. Normally the other ambitious prosecutors had some dirt, bribed their way to get their license, were abusive to their spouse, had a crippling gambling addiction, just other shit I could use against them but you my dear, are the first and will be the only person I drug. Now, what do you say?”

You let out a sigh, he was right. You couldn’t explain this to anyone and there was no way anyone else in your office could execute a closing statement like you could, you needed this. Sad to say, you needed him. “Please Gin, please help me. Please fuck me.”

Just as the words left your lips he pounced on you, caging you beneath him as he captured your lips in his. His hands roamed all over your body until it reached the hem of your dress and he hiked it up to your hips so his hands could explore where you needed him most. You normally would’ve felt embarrassed with how wet you are but right now you just needed some form of relief, you needed Gin to help you. He slipped your panties to the side while his tongue explored your mouth and he pushed two fingers inside your soaked heat. You gasped against his lips and pressed your chest against his as you broke the kiss.

He kissed down your neck and bit down as he started to pump his fingers. Every drag of his fingers, every press of his lips against your neck, every gentle nibble against your neck, every suck on the sensitive skin on your neck, every brush of his thumb against your clit was heightened and was more pleasurable. “So fucking beautiful, every single time I’ve seen you sitting in the gallery you’ve caught my eye. Then finally seeing you in action, fuck it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, even makes me feel a little bad for doing this.”

His murmurs against your neck became a second thought as the squelching of his fingers in your cunt grew louder as he sped up his motions. His thumb rubbed at your clit more furiously and his free hand groped and gripped your breasts through your dress. You wanted to feel him more, you wanted to feel him against your skin completely, you couldn’t even care about the cold air nipping at your skin. He slipped in a third finger and pressed them against your g spot as he thrusted them in. Your thighs shook and your body quivered while your moans grew louder.

“Gin! Gin fuck! I’m cumming!”

He continued pumping his fingers and pressed his lips against yours in a deep kiss that you could barely return as you couldn’t stop moaning his name. Once you stopped quivering around his digits he slipped them out and looked at them, the moonlight making them shine and he slipped them in his mouth, cleaning your cum off of them with a groan. “I think you might just be an aphrodisiac yourself.” He leaned down and gripped your cheeks so you could open your mouth and he spit on your tongue, the action mixed with the effects of the drug turning you on to no end.

You looked down at the bulge in his pants and licked your lips, just from the bulge you could see how thick and big his cock was. “Please fuck me Gin, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.” You sat up a bit to undo his pants and he gently pushed you on your back and shook his head. “No no sweetheart, I’ll do all the work. By the time these drugs wear off I want the association between me and pleasure to be imprinted in your mind. I want you to look at me and press your thighs together subconsciously, got it?”

You nodded at his words and your attention quickly shifted from his eyes to his hands as they undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Your eyes widened at the sight, it was thick and long and the angry red tip was leaking precum. “Blink a little sweetheart, don’t tell me this is the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.” You bit your lip and spread your legs more, opting not to say anything since he already knew the truth. He spit on his cock and stroked his cock to lather his spit on it and he moved closer so he could drag his cock through your puffy folds. Up and down and each time he dragged his cock up, the tip of his cock brushed against your clit, making you whine and mewl.

“Please Gin, I’m wet enough. Just stop teasing me and just fuck me!” He chuckled, muttering something about your lack of patience before pushing his cock through your folds, splitting you in half on his cock. He continued pushing his cock inside you while getting a firm grip on your hips and one his grip was firm enough he slammed the rest of his cock inside you. “Fuck you’re tight! Like you’ve never been fucked before or is it that you haven’t been fucked properly yet? Don’t worry about answering sweetheart, just focus on how good I’m making you feel.”

He dug his fingers into the soft skin of your hips while he thrusted into you hard and fast, your slick soaking his cock, balls and thighs. The wet slapping of skin filled the air along with your whines and moans of his name. “So good Gin, so fucking good don’t stop.” He picked up the pace of his hips and moved one hand to slide your dress higher so your breasts could be exposed to him, so he could watch how they bounced and jiggled with each of his hard thrusts.

They looked perfect, your nipples were perked up because of the cold wind and how turned on you were. He toyed and teased your nipples as the tip of his cock pressed against your g spot, hitting the spongy spot repeatedly as his thrusts grew even faster and harder. Your back arched into his touch and your eyes shut due to all of the overwhelming pleasure. “Please don’t stop Gin, please please please!” You lifted your hands to grip his arms and ground yourself as your second orgasm of the night quickly approached. Seeing you like this was a complete shift from how you normally carried yourself, normally you were so composed and stoic and now you were a complete mess, whining and whimpering as tears and saliva coated your face.

He brought his hand back down from your breasts and to your clit, rubbing it quickly in time with his thrusts and he leaned down to bite down on one of your nipples, sending you head first into your second orgasm. You cried out his name loudly and he continued thrusting you through your orgasm. He latched off of your nipple and looked up at you, “where do you want my cum sweetheart?” His hips didn’t stop as you thought of your answer.

“Inside me Gin, please cum inside me.” He thrusted a few more times and came deep inside you, his thick seed filling you up. He slowed his hips as the last drops of his cum filled you up and he slowly pulled out of you. His cock throbbed at the sight of his cum seeping out of you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You whined and bucked your hips as you felt the throbbing intensify.

“I need more Gin, I need more of you. Please Gin I need you, I need you so badly, please fuck me more please!” He stood and fixed his pants so they were back on his hips and he chuckled at the way your eyes widened. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna stop until that ache is gone, I just want to take you inside, don’t want you getting sick.” He took his phone and leaned down to pick you up and walked with you inside as you clung to him. “I’ll fuck you in every room and on every fucking surface. You want that?” You nodded and held onto him even tighter as he walked with you into his bedroom. He dropped you on his Alaskan king bed and you quickly glanced around to see the lights were dimmed and turned your attention back to him.

You sat up on your knees and took off your dress while he set his phone down and you pulled him over to you, making quick work of undoing the buttons of his shirt and quickly moving to his pants and briefs. “Don’t be in such a rush sweetheart, you’ll get cock.” He shrugged off the rest of his clothes and laid you back down on the bed while he slotted himself between your legs. He hooked his hands under the backs of your knees and pressed your knees to your chest before plunging his cock inside you, the action making the both of you moan and roll your heads back. His grip tightened on your legs while he started thrusting. “Fuck I think I’m even deeper now, look at you, taking me so fucking deep.”

Your eyes rolled back with each of his thrusts and fucked out babbles left your lips. “Don’t stop fucking me Gin, need your cock inside me all the time don’t fucking stop! I want your cum to leak out of me for days, please Gin fuck.”

He was eating up every second of your fucked out state, it was a shame that it did have to end at some point but with what he had planned for you, you’d be in the same position very soon. He gripped your legs tighter at each of your pleas and his heavy balls slammed against your ass with each of his thrusts. Your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him in closer so he could kiss you again, it was like you were getting addicted to his lips and touch in this state. He kissed you deeply and his tongue explored your mouth while the tip of his cock pounded your sensitive spot over and over again.

It didn’t take long for the knot in the pit of your stomach to tighten again and signaled that your third orgasm of the night was going to approach. Your fingers gripped his hair and tugged on the silver stands as you feverishly kissed him back. “Gonna cum again Gin please don’t stop!” Your legs shook in his hold and tightened as the knot in your stomach snapped. You moaned his name against his lips and tugged on his hair harder, making him hiss and his cock twitch. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, feeling your juices gush out and soak his skin more. He groaned against your lips and felt his own orgasm approach quickly.

He continued pumping his hips against yours and stilled them as the first rope of cum spilled out, “fuck fuck take it all sweetheart, take all my fucking cum. It’s all for you, all of my fucking cum is for you.” He rocked his hips against yours and bit your bottom lip, slowly tugging it as he pulled back and pulled out of you. He quickly moved to look at how his second load leaked out of you and groaned at the sight. You bit your lip and whimpered as he stared and you shifted a bit so you could sit up and look at him. Your cunt was still throbbing and the fire in the pit of your stomach was still burning.

“Gin I need more, I need more of your cock. It hurts Gin.” He leaned back against his bed and beckoned you closer. “Then come here sweetheart, ride my cock and take all the cum you need. I’ll fuck you all night long until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

He was the one that put you in this state but right now he was your savior. He was the only one that could provide you relief and you were going to use him as much as you needed to.

You two spent the rest of the night fucking, fucking on every surface of the penthouse apartment he could get you on and it was all in a lust filled haze. You don’t even remember when you fell asleep but when you finally came to your senses you were in his bed, his soft velvet blanket covering you. You rubbed your eyes and sat up slowly, wincing at the throbbing pain between your thighs. You hoped it might’ve been a very vivid sex dream but as you heard footsteps enter the room, you were met with the reality of the situation.

“Hello sleeping beauty, it’s 3 in the afternoon so I wasn’t sure if you wanted breakfast or something for lunch so I just made what I felt was necessary. You need to eat up, we had a very active night last night.” He was shirtless and you felt your cheeks burn as you saw all the marks that littered his body, all the scratch marks, the hickeys and everything that reminded you of the events that happened last night. He set the tray of food down and laid down next to you, pulling you in and pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

You felt sick to your stomach. How could he act so normal after everything that just happened? You moved from his grip, wincing again as the slight tinge of pain coursed through your body. “What do you want, Gin? If you wanted to just fuck me then you didn’t have to slip something into my drink, you could’ve just waited for after trial.” You glared at him as the smirk grew on his face.

“Wow, no thank you or anything. Well, since you want to get straight to business I’ll tell you” he leaned in close and gripped your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your head up. “I want you to accept the plea deal I’m about to offer you. 50 years in a medium security prison with a minimum of 10 to 25 years on good behavior.”

You moved from his grip and pushed his hand away. “No! Are you insane? There’s no way in hell I’ll make a deal like that.”

He sighed and reached over to his nightstand to grab his phone. “I figured you were going to say that, so predictable, good thing I have my little insurance plan.” He scrolled through and turned the phone to you, showing you what was on the screen right before he pressed play. It was you from last night while he fucked you, your face was right in perfect view and the fucked out babbles you made were blaring through the speaker. “Would be a real shame if judge Fujimoto and your boss saw this, not only would you lose the case but you’d lose your job. I’d hate to see that happen to you but I could always offer you a job at my office. The thing is that no one would take you seriously when you’re in the courtroom and that would be a waste of your license to practice. So, have a change of mind?”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched the video, it was disgusting that he would put you in this position. Still you needed to play his game and play by his rules. “Fine, I’ll make the deal and it’ll be ready by tomorrow.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss and put his phone away. “Good girl, now eat up.” He stood by your side the rest of the day until you were ready to head back home and write up the deal. He escorted you to your car and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Drive safe, pretty girl, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved you off and you were left with your thoughts and soreness between your thighs and that’s when it all hit you. There was no way that after tomorrow he would leave you alone, he had that video and probably much more of the events that had transpired. He was going to use you as a pawn in his game of chess and your fate was sealed.

Once you got home you wrote up the deal, showered and then went to bed, not like you actually slept since you spent the entire night tossing and turning. When your alarm went off in the morning you got dressed and made your way to the office to tell your boss the news. Surprisingly he took it fine, he had no doubt in your abilities and knew that the families of the victims just wanted Sosuke in jail, no matter how long that time would be. Then you made your way to court, once inside the courtroom you felt your stomach turn into knots when you saw Gin and Sosuke and winced when Gin winked your way.

“Okay Mr. Ichimaru informed me that there was a deal on the table?”

You nodded and stood up, glancing over at Gin and watched his finger tap his phone as a silent warning to you. “Yes, the deal is 50 years in a medium security prison with a minimum of 10 to 25 years if the defendant is on good behavior.” Judge Fujimoto nodded and wrote it down in his notes.

“Sounds good to me. Mr. Ichimaru, since you and your client accepted just know it would be difficult for an appeal and if that’s all then court is dismissed.” He banged his gavel and stood, you gathered your things while Sosuke was escorted out by the court officers. You took a deep breath and left the courtroom, giving small smiles and hugs to the grieving family members of his victims and then walked out to your car. Just as you fished your keys out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Leaving so quickly sweetheart? You didn’t even let me congratulate you properly, this is technically my first loss since my client is going to prison.” He chuckled and moved in front of you, “but, I wouldn’t have wanted to lose to anyone but you. So, how about we celebrate? I’ll order some takeout and you can come over at around 8? And bring some clothes with you since you’ll be spending more nights at my place from here on out.”

You nodded and looked up at him, “I’ll be there at 8 Gin, and if that is all then I’ll see you later.”

“Ah, never leave without a goodbye kiss sweetheart.” He cupped your cheek with one hand and kissed you softly before pulling away and headed to his car. You got inside yours and drove back to your office, cursing yourself the entire way there.

If only you weren’t so curious to find out the tricks of his trade. But it’s like they always say, hindsight is always 20/20.

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AN: i recommend reading [0.11-extra] before this, some things may not make sense completely without it.

Note: I agree to things before I have the chance to fully think them through, I’m impulsive and that’s certainly not benefitting me.

You had arrived to fake-dating Thursday on time, for once. Not something that happened very often for any event, let alone fake-dating Thursday. In fact, you weren’t just on time but you were early. You were now sat in the cafe at ten minutes to ten waiting for Clyde to make his appearance.

A small part of you actually wished he wouldn’t come today, after the embarrassment that was yesterday. The scene of you massaging sunscreen into Clyde’s chest replaying itself in your head. You would never live it down, by far, out of everything that was the worst thing you’ve ever had to do in this fake-relationship. Hell, it was the worst thing you’ve ever had to do in your life. It was humiliating.

But, you couldn’t keep dwelling on it, plus, considering Clyde’s track record he probably wouldn’t address it. So instead you decided to focus your attention on planning an outfit for the concert, you wouldn’t be leaving next week and you swore you would dress your absolute best. This definitely wasn’t the first concert you’d ever done but this was definitely the first one with meaning so deep to it.

You continued to busy yourself by reading the most recent updates from some of your favourite critics—they had all written some amazing comments about the band—they always kept your mind occupied when you needed it. You quickly checked the time, Clyde was late, which considering his “character” tardiness was the last thing your expected.

Shit. You were thinking about him again.

You made a quick effort to think of something, anything else. Clicking on random tabs and websites to distract you, even going as far as to accidentally click on a pop-up-ad of some random “milf” supposedly 20 miles from you, in a desperate attempt to essentially jumpscare the thoughts out of your head. After clicking on the pop-up-ad, it had absolutely worked. You quickly x-ed out of the tab and went onto twitter, it had been a while since you last properly checked it.

You opened up twitter and went onto the trending page only to find yourself gobsmacked.

You stared at the tag, Clyde was trending? Why the fuck was Clyde trending? You clicked on it, a force in your finger that almost snapped it in half, you could of sworn you felt it throb for a moment.

You read through a few of the messages then re-read them, well it was nice that none of them were necessarily negative, however, you were absolutely not prepared for, for half a moment your thought you’d fallen off your chair. Then you focused on the first one, it was a quote tweet, the original poster was Stan. What the fuck? Your mouth practically unhinged.

By now Clyde had arrived however you couldn’t bring yourself to look up, in fact, you couldn’t take your eyes off the computer screen, no way this had gotten out of work. You felt physically sick. You looked up at Clyde your mouth still agape, he cocked his head ever so slightly. You slowly raised your hand and motioned him to come over, he quickly rushed around and bent down next to you staring at the screen. You heard the faintest of gasps.

You turned to Clyde with a look which must have been horrifying as when you made eye contact he flinched, only slightly. He sighed and stoop up, straightening his back then he walked over to the chair opposite you and folded himself in it. The chair looked like a kids toy chair compared to him. It felt like ever since yesterday, after seeing his body, he seemed even bigger than usual, like an illusion of sorts.

You opened you mouth, you were going to say something profound had you not been in a total state of shock and disbelief, completely void of things to say. Clyde, surprisingly, seemed to pick up on your state and decided to speak for you, “I’m going to be honest, Y/N one of the first things we agreed was that this deal was strictly for in the work place, even my public relations manager had advised we do as such, I’m sorry you friend did something so shitty, but I don’t know how going to deal with this, however we will so you need to try to calm down. It’s not the end of the world.”

You redirected your wandering gaze towards him. What was he saying? Whatever it was it didn’t make sense to you, you were sure you were going to hurt. Right now, all you needed to do was pretend this wasn’t real and deal with it when you aren’t as worked up about it—which would probably be never.

“I doesn’t matter. We’ll deal with it later, Clyde. Let’s go get coffee.” You quickly clicked off the tab and closed your laptop. You had, for a very long time, known how to condition yourself and how to fake it, which, as of right now was your biggest ally. If you faked it, you faked it to yourself and if you fake it to yourself you didn’t have to think about it.

Luckily for you, Clyde had caught onto what you were doing and simply got up and followed you to the counter, not saying a single word. All he did was stand next to you, so close you could feel his body heat, like it was radiating. For some reason, it made you feel safe—protected.

The barista gave the customer before you their order and walked up to the cash register, giving you all her attention. “Hi! What can I get for you today?” Her voice was sickeningly friendly you almost told her to get real but instead your bit your tongue and answered, making a point of staying polite.

“Hi! Can I get a chamomile tea and an iced coffee? Two pumps of caramel.” Clyde gave you a look before paying for the order. The barista wandered off to prepare your drinks. You sighed, realising a breath you hadn’t even realised you’d been holding. You felt so incredibly tense.

“I heard your don’t have a room for next week? Getting one lest minute is going to be really hard you know?”

“Yeah I do know, Clyde. What is the aim of telling me something I already know.”

“Well I was thinking,” he paused, seemingly deep in thought. Looking for the words. “Without this sounding obnoxious maybe you could share with me?”

You felt yourself suck in some air. What was up with him today? You whipped your head around to him, your mind felt frantic. What could he possibly want sharing a room with you? You stared at him, hoping he would explain or tell you something, anything that made the whole idea sound even a little bit less creepy.

He stared at you for a moment before trying to explain only to get too worked up. He stopped and took a deep breath. “Okay, that’s not what I mean, I mean I have a room booked for the week from Pete as a thank your gift for letting him stay at my place. However, I’m only going to be there for three days, two before you’re supposed to arrive and the day of. I have a few meeting down there then I’m preforming then you perform then the day after I have to leave, I have another performance so we’d only be sharing for one day.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, slowly. “Okay but that one night we do cross over, we’re going to have to share a bed.”

“No, we won’t. The room I booked is two bedroom.”

“Oh.”

Really, there was no reason decline, no matter how hard you searched and racked your brain. You began to weigh up the options, but really you hadn’t considered any negatives aside from the one of you maybe walking in on the other changing and concluded that declining would be foolish. You were already struggling enough trying to work out what you were going to do a free room would be really perfect.

You sighed. “Oh what the hell. Yeah, if you don’t mind, I’ll share with you. Thank you so much Clyde.”

He did his mouth-twitch-thing. “You’re welcome.”

You tried not to focus too much on his face, or that fact that his mouth-twitch-thing—which was now the technical term—only seemed to be reserved for you. It, honestly, made you happy that Clyde could trust you enough to be a “vulnerable”—but not really just a little laid back—version of himself. It was like this deal you had was also a secret alliance, it was nice.

The more you thought about how the deal had brought you closer the more the anxiety of it ending in just under a week began to peck at your head. Would you just go back to normal like nothing had ever happened? Like you hadn’t kissed him—twice—or like you hadn’t sat on his lap? Would all that just be forgotten and you return to a normal life like you had just 3 months ago?

The thoughts began to form into anxiety in the pit of your stomach, if anything, you really liked Clydes company, you’d even gained solace in it once or twice, you didn’t want that go away, you honestly wanted him to stay a part of your life. But for now, you had to dismiss the thoughts, you couldn’t entertain them till next week, right now, you just need to focus on being happy. Being in a bad mood wouldn’t help anyone while your practice and prepare for the show next week.

Almost as if on cue, the barista called your drinks out, knocking you off your train of thoughts completely. You took a step forward and grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. Any sadness you’d had vanished completely in that moment, this drink was exactly what you needed, you felt yourself physically brighten up.

You made your way back to the table, sitting where you had sat before when your found out about—

It didn’t matter.

Clyde folded himself into the chair across from you again. The silence was awkward but telling. You both know something had to be said or you would be stuck here staring at each other longer than needed. Alas no matter how much your racked your brain you couldn’t find a single conversation, considering how close you and Clyde had gotten you still weren’t unfamiliar to awkward silences with him.

Clyde picked up his phone and check up them sat up straight. “Fuck.” The “u” lasted for longer than what was probably necessary. “I’m so sorry but I need to go.” He got up and grabbed his bag and left quickly, not waiting for your goodbye.

A little rude.

You let out a breath, you didn’t know you had been holding, and slumped back in your chair. Today was absolutely going to be a long one.

You opened up your laptop again and logged back in. Happy to not see twitter when you opened it. You would have to ask Tolkien to make a statement about it and make one yourself and get Clyde to make one.

This shit was too much for a Thursday morning.

You went onto a random gaming site. Usually when you were upset or stressed about something, playing crappy online games helped. Your favourite one had to be and of the Papa’s games, today though, you had a craving for Papa’s Freezeria.

You had been playing for roughly 15 minutes when your brain decided to abruptly remind you of the deal you had made with Clyde.

Shit.

You had originally agreed because a free room is a free room, a lunatic would turn that down. But then you remembered, this was your shitty life. Nothing ever went the way you wanted them to go, no you essentially were a rom-com now. There was no way you would get out of this amazing offer unscathed. You knew for a fact, without a shadow of a doubt there would not be two beds.

There would be one.

Of course there would.

You would have to share a bed with Clyde Donovan.

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#south park #bounded smau #clyde donovan #reader insert #clyde donovan x reader

[thebluestbluewords]

class schedule struggles

remember when I was writing D1 but like, as an actual school story? Great, me too.

*

“Hi!” Doug says brightly. He’s apparently restocked his capacity for patience overnight, or something. Mal’s never been one to get a restful night’s sleep herself, but she’s heard that it works for some people, and apparently Evie’s potential new conquest is one of them. 

Or else he’s on drugs. 

“Hi, Doug,” Evie practically coos back, leaning over the table so that her necklace swings tantalizingly out over her cleavage. “It’s so great to see you again! We couldn’t find you in the halls, so we just made our own way down. I hope that was okay?” 

Doug flushes brilliantly pink in the face of Evie’s blatant flirting. “Uh. Yes. That’s— fine. We thought you might need a guide today, but—“

“We figured it out,” Evie says sweetly. “Thanks to the great map in our welcome packets. Did you put those together, by the way? They’ve been so helpful, but we have just a few questions about our class schedules, if you’ve got a moment to help us out.” 

She all but bats her eyelashes at the kid. 

Doug, being predictable and also a man, crumbles immediately under the full force of Evie’s affections. Mal’s not sure if Doug’s a beta, or just on scent blockers like apparently everyone else in the fucking school must be, but he’s giving her absolutely nothing. Not that it matters, because it’s not like Evie is going to actually fuck the guy, but it’s weird that nobody they’ve been introduced to so far has given off any indication of their designation. 

Doug reaches out to take the paper class schedule out of Evie’s hand, and then leans in when Evie doesn’t let go, and instead uses the paper to pull him close enough to lean in over her shoulder and gawk down at the thing. 

Evie taps the paper with one glossy nail. “So, I understand the first part here. We go to homeroom at 9am, and then out to Speech Composition, Chemistry–” 

Doug nods along with the movement of Evie’s finger down the page. “We got you guys all set up, yeah.  History of Woodsmen and Pirates, Safety Rules for the Internet, and Remedial Goodness. Fairy Godmother wanted to give you an assessment test this morning to make sure you were all in the correct math and language placements, but I told her to wait until you were in her classroom for Remedial Goodness and give the assessment then. That’s why you have a study block right after. Fairy Godmother’s classes always run late, so unless you want to start the school year off right with detention from your next teacher…” He looks up at the group. “That was a joke, by the way. If you show the other teachers your class schedule, they’ll write you an exception slip warning Fairy Godmother to get you out of class earlier next time.” 

The kid thinks he’s funny. 

“Hah. Hah.” Mal says, encouragingly. “Soooo, Evie?” 

“Right! So, all that makes sense…” Evie says, straightening up so that Doug is practically leaning on her shoulder to see the schedule. “But like, I was just wondering, why would we all be in different classes for the afternoon?” 

Doug blinks. His mouth is a tiny bit open, and in Mal’s opinion, it makes him look a bit like a frog. “Because you’re in different grade tracks?” 

Evie laughs. Her flirty laugh is fake as hell, but gods below, the way that the rough little noise makes Mal’s wicked heart flutter is anything but. “We’re not, though. We’re all sixteen. That means the same grade, same classes.” 

“Your school records said that you were all on different subjects,” Doug says slowly. “They sent them over from the Isle of the Lost, so we could place you….in the correct classes…..” He trails his way to a stop, looking around at each of them in turn. Mal’s not sure quite what her own face is doing, but judging from the boys, it’s got to be something around the land of horrified shock and disgust, with maybe a side of mortified terror for wicked measure. “Were the records wrong?” 

“Yes–” 

“No–” 

“The records weren’t wrong, okay?” Mal snaps, over the sounds of the boys making absolute fools of themselves. “It’s just that we were expecting to be put in the same classes here. Our curriculum looks pretty different on the Isle of the Lost, so we’re all starting at the same place. And we’d like to learn together. Like friends.” 

Doug’s eyes are a little wild. It’s like he’s one of those bobblehead toys, only it’s just his eyes that bobble, flickering from Mal, to Evie and her schedule, to the boys with their plates of food and absolutely nothing useful for the class issue, and back to Mal again. “Well. Um. I suppose we could…talk to Fairy Godmother about it?” 

“We’d better,” Evie says sweetly. “I mean, I’m fine if we have classes together,” she angles herself somehow closer to Doug, so that it’s very clear exactly who she’s aligning herself with at the table, “but I don’t think Mal’s going to be able to get the hang of goodness on her own, if you know what I mean. She locked me in a closet once, you know, and I almost got shredded to death by the bear traps before I got out. She could use a little extra help with getting the hang of this whole goodness thing.” 

Doug’s mouth is open again. “What?” 

Mal beams at him, sickly-sweet like she’s trying to charm her mother into remembering that hey, she’s still got a daughter, even if she’s an independent bitch who hates her guts. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

#my fic #descendants #just ignore the one omegaverse line it's fineeeee the context is totoally normal :)

[gardenofshadcws]

Dracula Daily Day 86

IT’S THE BIG ONE 

Dr. Seward’s Diary

Renfield nooooo I’m so upset

Dracula how dare you beat my boy like this I’m in PAIN

AND NOW YOU GO AND BLAME HIM FOR THIS?  LIKE HE DID IT TO HIMSELF???

Dr. Abe this is so not an accident what are you talking about

Arthur and Quincey heard the plot needed them and who are they to refuse?

Can we save his life because he’s a human and a good bean and not just because he has information?  Like please?

HE’S ALIVE!!!  

“What’s wrong with my face?” I’m DISTRAUGHT

DON’T DIE

“I must go back to death - or worse” DRACULA HOW COULD YOU

The way Renfield capitalizes He like Dracula is a god, or on a level with God is so telling without saying much at all

Ugh this poor thing has been a victim this entire time.  And Jack just looks at him like a science experiment.

“I don’t care for the pale people” AAAHH MINA

Everything hurts and I’m dying

He tried to SAVE her BABY RENFIELD AAGHGH.

Oh cool we’ve gotten what we wanted so we’re just ditching im I guess.

Quincey I love you but I think saving her from becoming a vampire is more important than silly Victorian propriety

DRACULA GET AWAY FROM HERRRR.

It’s truly disgusting how many adaptations saw this scene with Dracula drinking from Mina and decided “romantic?  Sexy?  Soulmates???”

BUT THE SUITOR SQUAD GOT THIS FUCK OUTTA HERE

Noooo Mina ;~;

This part is destroying me

Jonathan seeing his wife distress and immediately going “I’m going to kill the fucker” is glorious

Mina and Jonathan are relationship goals

“I much touch him or kiss him no more”  “aww hell no” Jonathan is the most ride or die ever.  Given the choice between Mina or God and he chooses Mina I LOVE this sweet boy

NOOO THE RECORDS.  But it’s okay, Mina’s the best and saved everything

RENFIEEEEELDDDDD 

PTERODACTYL SCREECH

BABYYYY NOOOOO

Quincey and his bats, man.

I’m so upset

The story of Dracula slipping in to attack Mina is just as horrifying the second time around

“A little refreshment” ewww

“What have I done to deserve such a fate” NOTHING MINA YOU’RE PERFECT AND WE’RE PRIVILEGED TO HAVE YOU HERE

And there goes Jonathan’s hair

Jonathan Harker’s Journal

Jonathan stressing makes me stressed

God’s not helping you, your friends are helping you

RENFIEEEEEELLLLLLLD

He tried to save Mina and this is what he gets 

This attendant sucks at his job and now my SWEET BOY IS DEAD.

Nothing should have been kept from Mina in the first place dammit

“I shall die!” MINAAAA.

Van Helsing’s right for once, that’s not actually going to help anything. 

Yes, lockpicking, much better than breaking in.

At least Mina doesn’t have fangs yet, that’s a good sign

Way to go Van Helsing, you made Mina cry again.

And then you burned her head.  You’re handling this extremely poorly, man.

Poor Mina :(  Girl just wants to live her life

“She shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone” AWWWW.  JONATHAN YOU ARE THE SWEETEST.

This is so romantic it’s melting my black dead heart

“I have written this in the train” Just like the beginning of the book, that’s a beautiful callback.

“The place smells so vilely” perhaps that’s because you just lit a cigar, Art (yes, I know it’s Vamp Stink)

Dr. Seward’s Diary

It always seems like a long wait when we’re waiting for Arthur and Quincey.

Jonathan babyyyy

Yeah, Jack, you’ve got nothing on Jonathan I’m sorry

So, if Dracula was a scholar, are we… condemning the seeking of knowledge over faith?  Is that what’s happening here?

The zoophagous patient had a NAME, dammit

Jonathan is out for BLOOD.  And not in the vampire way

There’s Dracula, it’s battle time!

Jonathan where the HELL did you get a kukri

Damn.  SO close.

All this and Mina’s still trying to put on a brave face

Can we stop talking about Mina’s purity because that’s giving off some really icky Madonna-whore stuff

These two love each other so freaking much

Stoker’s letting his boys cry again you love to see it

I am also in tears by the way if you even care

Jonathan Harker’s Journal

I too thought today would never end

“My poor wronged darling” awww

It’s okay, guys, Quincey’s here to protect you :’) 

#dracula #dracula daily #dracula liveblog #books

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Mark Steel has been on The Bugle a total of thirteen times so far, and three of those have paired him with Hari Kondabolu. Here is the trilogy:

4161 – 2020-08-04 – Corruption, COVID and Cricket

4179 – 2021-01-12 – Everything Is Fine

4224 – 2022-03-09 – Zelensky’s Tight 16

Steel/Kondabolu is an excellent combination, a dark horse in my “favourite Bugle pairings” rankings because you wouldn’t think of them together. One’s British and one’s American, but they’re not like some international pairings, in which both people involved clearly know each other relatively well due to having traveled regularly to each other’s countries and worked together (ie. Kumar/Ballard). Hari Kondabolu and Mark Steel had clearly not met, and probably never heard of each other, before they did their first Bugle episode together. It was an absolute delight to watch them discover each other throughout the episode, and learn that they have such a compatible comedian across the ocean. There’s this one delightful moment near the end of their first episode together when Steel went on one of his furious rants and Hari just said, “I like you, Mark.”

They go so well together. Hari Kondabolu’s whole thing is being angry about justified causes of horrifying things that go unchecked in America, and Mark Steel’s whole thing is being fucking furious about absolutely everything all the time, including justified sources of anger such as unchecked horrors. Before The Bugle I knew Mark Steel fairly well because he’s on The News Quiz pretty often, and I liked him there, but The Bugle showed me depths of his relentlessly angry comedy that they just don’t let him hit on a BBC show where you’re not allowed to swear. He is perfect on The Bugle.

Mark Steel and Hari Kondabolu are like sparks that keep catching on each other, egging each other on in how much they can turn comedy material into visceral fury. I also like the sides of Andy Zaltzman that get brought out by Mark Steel; he gets Andy to shed a little of the irony that normally coats his anger, and it makes a hell of a podcast episode. I think I incorrectly sometimes think of Mark Steel as a “shouty comedian”, but he’s not, really. He’s just angry.

I’ve recently heard Mark and Hari’s third episode together, and it lives up to the first two. There are so many differences in their comedy styles, meaning they bring totally different things to the table in some ways, but there this underlying hatred of fucking everything that they have in common and I love watching them share it. With each other and with Andy Zaltzman.

The second of these was the first Bugle episode recorded after January 6, 2021. They’d previously established a running joke in which at the start of all Hari’s episodes, Andy would ask him how he’s doing, and Hari would say some variation of “I’m in America after 2016, how the fuck do you think I’m doing?” They opened the first post-January 6 episode with:

Andy Zaltzman: Hello, Hari, how are you... well, should I say “how are you”? Let’s just say how are you coping?

Hari Kondabolu: Fuck off, Andy. Fuck off.

It ended with Andy asking Mark Steel if he wanted to advertise anything he had coming up, to which Mark replied: “Nothing to plug until the year 2051, my own funeral.”

It’s good stuff to listen to if you hate everything and want the catharsis of hearing some other people hate everything while being professionally funny about it.

#Youtube

[arkhamsrevenge]

Batman the Adventures Continue: Under the Red Hood pt 2

Hey all! Sorry this took so long! Please feel free to ask for imagines or one shots or even series requests! Now enjoy pt 2 (not sure if there is going to be a pt 3)

POV Y/N 

“Does this feel a little better?”  

“Yeah. Thanks, Birdboy.” I’m back in Leslie Thompkins's office.  Robin’s there, he’s helping me. He’s holding an ice pack to my swollen skin.  

“It’s been swollen for a couple days; the weather hasn’t been great.” I had said. Robin smiled.  

“My pleasure Fighter.” 

Slowly I woke up, my head pounding. I opened my eyes to see a figure standing over me. They were looking down at my leg, doing something to it. I was still very numb, but I was able to speak 

“Who are you?” I asked very horse. The figure became clearer, a very tall, muscular man in a red helmet was carefully studying it, his gloved hands were tracing the raised skin from the side of my kneecap to the base of my heel. Still groggy I didn’t have the reflex to pull my leg back. 

“Does this hurt still?” The masked man asked. He sounded concerned, like he was scared to hurt me even a little bit. The feeling was coming back into my body. With my good leg, I aimed to hit this guy on the head, but he caught my foot. “Ah, you got your fire back. Relax Fighter, I’m not going to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want.” He said setting my leg back down.   

“Don’t call me that.” I growled sitting up. Fighter was the nickname Robin had given me for surviving such a brutal stabbing. Obviously, this was before he disappeared.  “Who are you? And how did you know my name.” The man huffed out a laugh, then shook his head. 

“Doesn’t matter. All you need to know is I won’t hurt you.” He repeated, continuing to get up. “I need to go out and get something, stay here and don’t move to much. Your knee is swollen, keep this ice pack on it.” I sat their shocked as he held an ice pack out for me to reach. It's like he cared. OK obviously this is the person whose been helping me these past few months but who the hell... 

“I’ll be back in an hour, just hold tight until I come back, I’ll bring you some food and water.” I swallowed and nodded watching him leave me very confused. I finally looked around me, seeing computers, a translucent box suspended in the air and a very clammy smell. Oh duh, I’m in Killer Croc's old lair. I held the ice pack to my knee and grimaced a second. Damn basters got me good.  

A little while later, the man came back with two unconscious people. One was Robin..the new Robin and the other...was the clown himself, The Joker. I stiffened, I must have been radiating anxiety because the man handcuffed the Joker first, then placed Robin in the glass box. 

“He’s not going to get anywhere near you. I promise.” The red helmet wearing man said to try and ease my anxiety. “You still don’t look like you believe me.”  

“Are you kidding? Why would I believe you. I don’t know you.” I snapped.  

“I almost killed the Scarecrow.” The man said.  

“I-what?”  

“It was Halloween night. Scarecrow had polluted the airways with Fear Toxin. All of Gotham, fear flooded the streets,” Jason paused to look me in the eyes. I knew he was telling my story, but from his perspective. “Batman and I were working on clearing the airways first and then go after Scarecrow. Batman, of course, cleared the air in record time. Only a handful of people were injured but they were minor cuts and bruises. That is until I heard a horrified scream. A man’s scream. One that was fill with anguish and regret. I raced towards the noise to see a girl, my age, covered in her own blood. Her leg had been butchered by a man under the influence of Fear Toxin.  She was pale, and barley breathing. When I reached her, she opened her eyes slightly and whispered, ““My name is Y/N L/N if I don’t make it, please remember my name. I don’t want to die a Jane Doe”. Then she fell back out of consciousness. Paramedics were able to get her on the gurney, and I followed them all the way  to the hospital just to make sure that the girl was going to be OK. Once they took her inside, I made my way back to Batman to take down the Scarecrow. We found him easily and I jumped the gun as always. I remember being so angry and wanting him to pay for the damage he’s caused. Eventually, I had him right on the edge of the roof. He was trying to surrender wasn’t good enough. He didn’t deserve the easy way out, so I pushed him off and told him to scream so all of Gotham could hear him. Batman caught him, of course, cause he doesn’t really care about Gotham getting better.” 

I felt like someone was pouring cold water over me. My body stopped responding and my breathing quickened.  

“Birdboy?” I whispered. The man then reached his hands up to take off his helmet, revealing the face of … JASON TODD? My mouth fell open. So, Jason Todd was Robin...that means Bruce Wayne is Batman and Dick Grayson, who was the first Robin is Nightwing.  

“Hey...Fighter? Are you OK? Are you in shock?” Jason paused again. I raised my hands and rested it on his cheek. 

“You’re alive?” I chocked out finally. Jason held his hands in mine.  

“Yeah. I’m sorry for...knocking you out. I didn’t know how to face you.” I huffed out a laugh.  

“So, knocking me out and sweeping me off my feet was the best you could come up with?” Jason matched my previous laugh.  

“Jason, what happened to you? Where have you been?” Jason closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, then continued. “Batman and I had a fight shortly after I tried to send Scarecrow to his death, then I went rouge. I terrorized the criminals of Gotham. Even Batman couldn’t stop me. I didn’t think anyone could, until I fell into a trap constructed by the Joker and Harley Quinn. He zapped me with something, it was strong enough to knock me out and when I woke up, I was in the Jokers hideout tied to a table.” Tears started to form in my eyes at his confession. I wanted to say something no words would form. “Joker and Harley taunted me, called me crazy and insane. Saying I was a plague to their kind. Whatever that meant. Then..Joker...he...” Jason paused before continuing, “He beat me black and blue with a crowbar. He kept laughing and laughing. Harley tried to stop him, but Joker just made his goons drag her away. I can’t remember much after that. Only the pain of cold mental hitting me everywhere. Batman eventually showed up and found me. I asked him to end the Joker, for me and for everyone he has hurt. But Batman took the crowbar, the one still covered in my blood and used it to SAVE the Joker. I was so mad, so hurt and angry that I faked my own death. I wanted to punish Batman for everything. I-I wanted-” Jason didn’t need to finish. I pulled him closer to me and rested my forehead against his. Jason sighed, closing his eyes.  

“What can I do?” I whispered. “I want to help.” Jason shook his head. “Nothing. Only Batman can make this right. He chose a murder over me.” My heart broke slightly for him. He seemed so hurt.   “How...how did you escape?” I hesitantly asked.  

“It’s not too hard to fool the world’s greatest detective.” He whispered back. “I lost a lot of blood and had to recover from massive trauma but I’m here now. I’ll make Batman set things right.” Jason’s hands shook slightly as he balled them up into fists.  

“What can I do?”  I repeated. “Jason let me help, please.” Jason went silent for a minute. I could almost hear his brain working out a response. 

“You can’t help. I only brought you here to make sure you didn’t get stuck in the cross-hairs of all this.” Jason came closer to me, his breath now hitting my face. My fingers traced over the small scars that littered his face. “Had to get some work done. Not as pretty as I used to be, huh?” He whispered. My brow furrowed.  

“That would imply you were ever pretty.” I croaked. Jason snorted.  

“Smart ass.” He said, pulling me even closer. “I need to keep you safe, OK? I’m going to hide you in a secret room until all this is over. Everything you would need is in there. No matter what you hear, you cannot come out. Promise?” I nodded slowly, knowing I’d reveal myself if Jason was in trouble. “Say it.” Jason whispered. He then put his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up to look him in his blue eyes. “Say it. Please. I need to hear you say it.” I clenched my teeth. He knew how to get to me. Reluctantly, my lips parted themselves and I spoke.  

“I promise.” Jason huffs out in relief then places his arm around my waist, guiding us both to stand back up.  

“Can you stand?” He asked, he looked more pissed than concerned that I took a shot to the knee.  “Yeah. I’m fine.” It wasn’t a total lie. Sure, it hurt but I could manage if I held onto Jason for support. I thought I sounded convincing, but I forgot briefly Jason was trained by the Dark Knight. He knows when people are lying to him.  I felt Jason stare into my soul without hesitation, scooped me up again. This time though, I felt myself blush.  

“You’re still a terrible liar.” He muttered as he carried me into a secret back room.  

#jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood x y/n

[general-gt]

In The Archives’ Walls- 1/1

Warnings- non-consensual handling, mentions of worms/killing worms. Let me know if I missed any!

Here’s the promised Magnus Archives g/t one shot. In which Jon is the smartest idiot and Martin is along for the ride.

Everyone in the archive was on edge. The worms were everywhere and it was getting on everyone’s nerves.

Martin was probably more annoyed than scared. Those stupid worms meant he had to be doubly as cautious to avoid The Archivist’s — Jonathan Sims, from how the man introduced himself when recording his tapes — notice. The man wouldn’t even spare him a second glance before squashing him like a bug.

Shaking his head, Martin forced himself to focus. If he slipped up now he really would get crushed like those spiders.

Scaling up his rope, Martin heaved himself into the cupboard with a huff. Spooling his rope up, he wandered up to the sleeve of already opened biscuits, pulling two out. He broke them into quarters and shoved them in his satchel.

Buttoning his bag closed, he dug his hook into the ledge of the cupboard and tossed the rest of his thread down. He started to climb down and touched on the counter without issue.

It was as he was fastening his hook to his belt that he saw it.

A worm.

Bracing himself, he grabbed the pin at his waist, drawing it in one swift motion. He knew the worms here had incredibly sharp teeth and he refused to end up a borrower raisin because he got bit.

It didn’t have eyes but it watched him anyway, waiting to strike. He lunged first, stabbing his pin forward, only for the worm to rear back with a shriek.

It struck out and barely missed his arm as he pinned it’s tail with his foot. He slammed his other foot on the middle of it and drove his pin into it’s head. It squirmed for a moment before it fell still.

Pulling his pin free, he put it back in the fabric that made his belt.

“Well, that was unexpected.”

Martin whipped around on his heel, immediately looking up into the eyes of the human who loomed over the counter. Damn it! How did he not notice he was stood there?

The Archivist snatched him up in a clinical grasp, pinning Martin’s arms to his sides and tilting his head up with a thumb, as if he was a rodent about to bite him. Squirming desperately, Martin struggled to force himself to breathe, terror gripping his lungs more than the surprisingly loose grip.

“What are you?” Martin’s stomach dropped as he was lifted even higher, scrutinised by The Archivist’s sharp gaze. The sound of his heart thundering in his chest nearly overpowered the sound of the human’s voice.

Martin wanted to tell The Archivist to go to hell but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “I’m a borrower.” He hastily shut his mouth with an audible click, horrified at how easily he gave that answer up.

“Interesting. I’ve never heard of your existence before.” Jon started walking and Martin swallowed down the bile burning his throat at the swaying motion. “I’m sure I have a spare notebook somewhere,” the man muttered to himself.

He didn’t even want to know what a man like Jon would do to document his existence. Martin would’ve renewed his struggle if he wasn’t suddenly dropped off on a desk. He fell flat on his rear with a gasp.

Scrambling to his feet, Martin snapped his head around to look for an escape. There wasn’t anything for him to even hide behind, no matter use to run and he cursed. He could try scaling down the table but it would take too long.

The Archivist returned after less than a minute with a notebook in one hand and a small box balanced against his hip in the other. The box was set on the table first before he pulled up a chair and set down the notebook, flipping it open to the first page.

“How old are you?” The Archivist asked and Martin blinked incredulously. Was he actually just… asking questions to document his existence? It wasn’t the worst thing that he could’ve been doing, but Martin refused to answer. If the word of borrowers got out, they’d all be screwed.

“I’m 29.” Again the answer came even as he tried to grit his teeth against the compulsion to talk. What the hell was going on?

The Archivist wrote down Martin’s answer in neat cursive. “Do you have a name?”

He tried to spout off a lie. “Martin Blackwood.” came out instead. No! He had to shut up! If he kept answering these stupid questions he’d put every borrower in danger.

“A family name too…” he mumbled, spinning his pen idly between his fingers.

“What the hell are you doing?” Martin asked, making Jon pause in his writing and look at the borrower with a raised eyebrow. As if Matin was the one asking a stupid question.

“Obviously I’m recording your existence. The archives are meant to investigate abnormal occurrences and I’ve never seen or heard of anything like you,” he explained simply. The Archivist seemed to think of something, “Are there more of you here?”

“No.” And thank god that there really weren’t any more borrowers in the building. There’d only been one other borrower and they left soon after the worm infestation started getting worse.

“That’s a pity,” Jon said, sending Martin’s heart pounding again, “With only one specimen I can hardly judge a whole species.”

The fear of being experimented on made itself known and his mind blanked when The Archivist reached for him. He scrambled back but wasn’t fast enough.

“H-hey! D-don’t— put me down!”

The Archivist snatched him up, grabbing something out of the box with his other hand. Kicking at the human’s fingers, Martin struggled desperately.

It didn’t do anything but annoy The Archivist who pinned Martin to his palm, lining something up next to him. He didn’t dare turn his head to see what it was.

“Stop squirming,” The Archivist reprimanded. Those words didn’t seem to hold the same power as his questions but Martin still froze at the underlying threat to his tone. “Hmm… 7.6 centimetres.”

Martin jolted when he was set back down. He saw the thing Jon had held up to him was a ruler and he was split between being offended and relieved. Offence at being treated like some lab rat but relief that he wasn’t a dead lab rat.

This continued as The Archivist took his measurements and wrote down a physical description. It was weird but it could’ve been much worse. Still, annoyance welled up as he was manhandled. If he wanted Martin’s cooperation he could’ve just asked! He knew Martin could talk and understand him.

It was when The Archivist took a photo of him on a polaroid camera that he objected.

“You-you need to get rid of the photo.” he demanded, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. He knew he was shaking like a leaf in the breeze but he couldn’t help it.

The Archivist arched an eyebrow, clearly not at all threatened and only indulging him out of curiosity. “Why?”

He didn’t even need the weird compulsion to the question to blurt out, “It puts other borrowers at risk!”

“I already have a notebook full of information on you. What’s one photo?” Jon asked and Martin wondered if it was meant to be as mocking as he sounded. His face burned.

“It’s- you shouldn’t have either! If anyone finds out about us—” Frustrated fear boiled over and tears poured down his cheeks. Jon reached a hand out but Martin flinched away and he paused.

Jon floundered and pulled back his hand, obviously at a loss for what to do. “Ah… I can- I can tear up the photo if you’d like.” he offered and Martin frantically nodded, trying to bring his breathing back to normal.

There was the sound of tearing paper and Martin wiped away his tears to see Jon dumping a pile of shredded paper into the bin. “Th-thank you,” he stuttered.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to distress you, I was curious.” Jon sat back in the chair at the desk.

“This whole thing’s been pretty ‘distressing’.” Martin muttered bitterly, sinking to sit down and hugging his knees to his chest. The constant adrenaline in his system meant he was exhausted and he muffled a yawn.

Jon winced at his words but didn’t say anything against the sentiment.

“Can I go home?” Martin asked, hoping desperately that Jon wouldn’t try and keep him to make more notes. He wouldn’t, right? He couldn’t—

“Of course! I’m sorry for keeping you like this.” Jon said.

Martin held back a sigh and forced himself to his feet. He wouldn’t give Jon even a second to take it back. “Okay, I’ll be going.”

Jon nodded, probably catching the awkwardness to Martin’s tone. He stood up and took the notebook he’d been writing in, leaving the room.

Martin wasted no time climbing down from the desk and running to the entrance into the walls. He was so glad he’d made one into the room Jon used to record his tapes.

Slamming the entrance behind him, he collapsed against it, heaving deep breaths to calm his pounding heart.

Martin was glad to get out of that one alive.

——

I’m not very far into TMA so I may’ve fudged Martin’s character but I tried. Jon gives off such neurodivergent energy so I think he’d absolutely document a borrower. Also the switching between ‘The Archivist’ and ‘Jon’ is very much done on purpose.

#g/t #g/t angst #g/t fearplay #giant jonathan sims #tiny martin blackwood #borrower au #the magnus archives g/t #tma g/t #my writing #borrower martin blackwood

[brazilianfrew]

I FUCKING WROTE A WHOLE STROY YEAH and it GOES SOMETHING like Thaísa

The estro-outbreak

It was a cold winter night , I was returning from my dead end job I was working in Iowa , the same repetitive routine , walking to and from work through the suburban-matrix life style I was living , it seemed to be no different from other days until I noticed something strange , it seemed a young girl suddenly grabbed on tight to me as if she was hugging me , I was caught off guard from this and fell to the ground , regaining my composure I looked up to see a woman with short almost curly brown hair staring down at me , but this woman wasn’t…a woman IT WAS A FEMBOY , it stared down at me as I watched in horror for what felt like hours until I ran , ran home and locked myself in my house (in 1983 Metallica released their first ever album kill em all starring a young James hetfield , lars ulrich , Kirk hammet and cliff burton , the album contained hit songs such as seek and destroy , the four horsemen , anaesthesia (pulling teeth) etc , this album was an extremely important part of the metal community due to its impact on Metallica and Metallicas impact in the metal community)

I sat in my couch , pondering , unsure of what I had just experienced, I thought I’d turn on the TV to watch kindergarten cop , it was my favorite movie after all until an emergency news report states a strange virus affecting men and women is causing people to turn into femboys , I stared in horror as the news explained how the virus would release estrogen into a males body and a dampened version of testosterone causing penis growth and tiddie (honkers) reduction . As I sat in my living room horrified I heard a noises in my garage and I knew it was them , I grabbed a baseball bat and was ready to raise hell

1,2,3 the foul beasts lunged at me (when Metallica released their album ride the lighting Metallica made a filler song called escape , this song was played only once live and then the band vowed to never play the song ever again because it fit the band and it was rushed) I absolutely maniggalted the First one and hit it in the head with a baseball bat causing blood to spew out everywhere the other ones started to undress and then I said to myself fuck no and got the fuck outta there becuase that shit gay ngl (Metallica set a Guinness World Record for becoming the first musical act to perform on every continent. The band headed to Antartica in 2013 to perform at Carlini Base. Metallica and Coca-Cola organized a competition for fans to win tickets, where the fans also received a weeklong Antartica cruise)

I was about to leave my house until I remembered the local ww2 bunker k lived 5 minutes away from and then I ran there I guess , until suddenly BANG KABLAMO BOOM BANG ROOORAAAR a large nuke was dropped and I looked in awe as Temne fiery mushroom cloud engulfed everything around it in mere seconds. (James Hetfield started playing guitar back in middle school where he met Ron McGovney. Ron McGovney played regular six-string guitar at the time but would later play bass in Metallica for less than a year. In 1979 and '80, a teenage James Hetfield played in his first band which was named Obsession. They played covers of Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, UFO, Scorpions and Black Sabbath in peoples backyards and at parties. The only singing James would do at that point were on UFO songs like “Doctor Doctor.” Eventually Obsession disbanded and James briefly joined another band called Syrinx, which exclusively played Rush songs. Next James formed the band Phantom Lord, which had Ron McGovney on bass guitar. James taught Ron how to play bass guitar because they desperately needed someone on bass guitar. Before this Ron had only played guitar. Next in June 1981 Leather Charm was formed by James Hetfield and Ron McGovney.)

1 month after the nuke was dropped I receive a radio signal to the last human colony unaffected by this disease on earth I decided I was gonna walk there myself and make the long weeklong journey all the way to Mexico

)In 1973 Lars Ulrich decided at the age of 10 to take up the drums after seeing Deep Purple in concert. He had planned to become a professional tennis player like his dad before this, but now he had a passion for hard rock and heavy metal. At 16 he and his family moved from their home in Denmark to Los Angeles. About five months after moving to America James Hetfield responded to an ad he had written, and the two founded Metallica.)

Ok so I did this really epic awesome journey now I have this awesome furry deer girlfriend and I’m friends with Donald trump and Dave Mustaine from Megadeth and we’re running into the metal gates of the last remaining of society until suddenly I trip and I say to trump “go on donaldson , go into the gate with davey” “thank you humphrey you were a true American” Donald trump says to me I give my furry wife the most so I kiss and then slap her ass or something I can’t remember and then I have this awesome speech about the us economy and homosexuality and then I run into the crowd of femboys and sacrifice myself

Until I wake up in my minecraft bed and realise it was all a dream (my mom made tuna sandwiches after)

#feminizedmen #metallica #brazil #donald trump #dave mustaine

[agentnico]

All Quiet on the Western Front (2022) Review

Plot: When 17-year-old Paul joins the Western Front in World War I, his initial excitement is soon shattered by the grim reality of life in the trenches.

My experience with the original novel this movie is based on is that my father made me read it when I was very very young, and as such I didn’t appreciate it at the time nor did I really understand it much. ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ and ‘Three Comrades’ are the ones I had to read of writer Erich Maria Remarque, and believe me when I tell you it’s as if I never read them, as I am hard pressed to recall a single event that happens. To be fair I do remember one part of ‘All Quiet’ when one of the soldiers had lost his legs after going into No Man’s Land and is lying and losing blood at the medic wing surrounded by his soldier mates, and he gives boots to one of them as he realises he won’t need them anymore, after which he proceeds to die. As you can imagine, my child self was pretty traumatised and when I told my father this at the time, he was so proud that I appreciated the book. Appreciation is not the right word. Scarred for life more like! Anyway, so now having grown up I was much more inclined to revisit this story through the lens of the new Netflix adaptation that has just been released, and I was fully ready to experience the boots scene yet again, but now as a strong macho man who doesn’t fall captive to heard-string strumming emotions of terror. Turns out, this new All Quiet on the Western Front does not feature that moment, which means its either a very loose adaptation of the book or I have simply mixed that event up with a different novel I read as a kid. Look, no shame to my dad, he meant well by wanting me to learn from the get-go all the harsh realities of life and whatnot, but c’mon, there’s only so much an 8 year old chap such as myself would have quantified after reading ‘War and Peace’. Yep, I read ‘War and Peace’ when I was 8. That must be a Guinness World Record of some kind. 

Anyway, evidently All Quiet on the Western Front is not the most faithful adaptation of Remarque’s classic, however that doesn’t stop it from successfully bringing out the anti-war themes of the original novel. Look, this isn’t a casual Saturday night watch. This movie is a raw and brutal depiction of life on the trenches, and though this isn’t the first film to show us that war is hell, director Edward Berger manages to make the message as poignant as ever, and very relatable to our modern times. Whilst in the trenches many innocent lads are thrown in the deep end, scared and terrified and fighting for their lives over a war they don’t really understand the reasons of, the higher ranking officers all sit in their cosy mansions and headquarters enjoying their nice fresh food and drink and acting like they are the real heroes. A portion of the film involves a German negotiator played by Daniel Bruhl having talks with members of the Allies in finding an agreement to end the war and find peace, and whilst they take their sweet time signing on the dotted lines and actually stopping the bloodshed, thousands of innocent lives continue to be lost. It’s very relevant to our current day and age, with as little as in the UK with the current parliament destroying the country’s economy and evidently not caring about the working to lower classes who are suffering for it, or probably more and primarily so what’s happening with Ukraine and Russia, where powerful leaders are making horrifying decisions from up top but its the innocent living population and the lads who have been forced to join the army and fight that are suffering and losing their lives. And for what? Just so that someone can get a little bit more land? It’s pathetic, and All Quiet on the Western Front delivers that message full throttle.

This movie is a bleak experience from beginning to end. From the opening moments where the blood-soaked uniforms of the dead are washed and then handed nice and clean to the new recruits, with the latter having no idea where these clothes have been scavenged from, to the main character Paul stabbing a French soldier, only to then have to lie in horror by his side and listen to the victim choking on his own blood, and Paul having to deal with the reality of his own actions. All these moments are grim reminders that it shouldn’t have come to this. The cinematography captures the harshness of the fighting, but also counteracts it by emphasising moments of beauty through landscape shots of the snow to the moments of camaraderie between the soldiers. 

In terms of negatives I’d say that the movie doesn’t really take time with allowing you to get to know all these characters properly minus a couple, and as such from a narrative standpoint you as an audience member aren’t able to connect much with them, and so even though when their inevitable deaths come and it’s hard-hitting, I wish we knew them more beforehand to actually make the moment even stronger. The two you really do spend time with though is the main character Paul, played superbly by Felix Kammerer who identifies the notes of terror and fear this character is experiencing, and the constant loss and despair. Also his main pal Katcinzky - Albrecht Schuch plays him and this chap really does it. He plays Kat in a strangely upbeat roguish manner, as such quite unexpected in light of the setting they are in, but it’s his constant push to find positivity in things that allows them to somehow mentally make it through this horrible experience. As it’s again a powerful and shocking idea that all these people have their lives and their relationships and such, and all of that if thrown away by needless death and bloodshed. Look, this movie is bloody dark, like I mean phew! Can’t say it’s one I’ll watch again, but I very much respect its realistic dirty depiction of war. It is a very difficult viewing experience, but one I think adults should be willing to watch and experience as again, it’s ever so relevant and also really really powerful. Terrifying and brutal, but so so powerful. Worth every wince-inducing nightmare moment.

Overall score: 8/10

#all quiet on the western front #netflix #erich maria remarque #2022 #2022 in film #2022 films #movie #film #movie review #film reviews #streaming #all quiet on the western front review #all quiet on the western front 2022 #edward berger #felix kammerer #daniel bruhl #albrecht schuch #action #war #drama #horror #history #world war 1 #germany #aaron hilmer #edin hasanovic #anton von lucke #devid striesow

[wendyeve24]

Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 3: Ballroom Blitz

(This chapter is long, it has some very heavy and serious moments in it as well as humorous moments. There is smut in this chapter too! This fic belongs to me, I hope you enjoy it!)

It was morning, oddly enough the morning was quite cold for Kentucky... but both couples decided to heat things up.

Cassie had woken up first, though she hadn't really slept... the ache in her ass and everywhere else had kept her awake, along with the horrifying wedding night she had the previous night. But, she was devoted to trying her best to make this marriage stand up to her expectations despite having had a taste of how scary her husband acted in bed. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to start over.

Cassie slipped out of bed, slowly waddling in pain over to the record player and put on Dirty Work by Steely Dan.

She slowly but quietly got on top of him, kissing him before stroking his cock, the motions causing him to wake up, his eyes slightly opened though they were still heavy with sleep.

"Good morning... did you sleep well?" She asked, as she kissed Nate's neck.

"Yeah... so you really did like last night. Heard you telling me to stop. But I knew you were a whore Cassie which is why I kept going. If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be stroking my cock right now." He said in a low voice as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Cassie almost stopped stroking his cock when she heard him say that. She wanted to slap him and scream that she didn't like it last night, and that he hurt her... but she didn't, instead she looked down at him and lowered her sore pussy down onto his already hard cock.

"Nate..." She whimpered.

Maybe the pleasure would cloud her mind and she'd forget how angry she was... but she knew that she'd never forget the absolute nightmare that had been her wedding night. It would be seared into her brain forever, the bruises would heal but she'd always remember. She wouldn't forget... but... it was the start of their marriage, and she wanted to forgive and move on for now... and riding him dutifully the morning after was her way of forgiving him and apologizing for being a whore since she now knew and understood that whores got punished.

"Forgive me daddy, for being such a whore. I promise to be your dutiful wife, to keep you fed and healthy, to love you, to cherish you, to be there for you... and most of all... to obey you." She said as she looked down at him before softly moaning as she gyrated her hips, moving his cock back and forth inside of her.

Nate reached a hand up and cupped one of her bouncing tits before sucking the other one, looking at her as he moaned.

"Cassie... such a good girl. Keep moving just like that... you're gonna get your reward." He said before kissing her, forcing his tongue down her throat.

She moaned as she kept riding him.

This was for him... it was all for him... though deep down she was using him to get what she wanted... her first orgasm as his wife. Luckily, the pleasure was so strong that he didn't catch onto her game, and for that she was thankful.

"Nate!" She cried out.

"Fuck! Cassie!" He groaned as he started to thrust up into her now.

She threw her head back as he started to fuck her, a smile came across her face as she moaned loudly.

Nate grabbed her ass and started slamming her down onto his cock, his face buried into her neck.

"Ah! Nate!" She panted, her pussy feeling as if it would split in two due to how sore she still was.

But she didn't care... she wanted to cum... she needed to cum.

Her cries reached a high pitch as her fingernails dug into his bare shoulders. Her toes curled and her back arched as she finally had her orgasm.

Nate felt her tighten around him and he slammed her back down onto his cock a few more times before he grunted loudly, once again filling his wife up with his cum.

"Fuck!" He cried out as his chest heaved.

Cassie smiled at him and hopped off of his cock, laying down beside him. This time he held her.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked.

"Yeah. Because you managed to be ready for me when I didn't say you needed to be... you get another reward, you get to eat whatever you want at the luncheon this afternoon. But after that reward, no more rewards for the day. You have to earn your rewards. Keep being obedient Cassie, it'll make you go pretty far in this marriage." Nate said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Yes daddy." She said with a nod.

"Good girl. Now, the luncheon starts at 1." He said as he got up out of bed completely naked.

Cassie couldn't help but stare at her husband's ass, he had a very nice ass.

"What do you think you're going to wear?" He asked.

"Um, I... I don't know. I was thinking a cute skirt and-"

"No." Nate said.

He went over to the closet and pulled out a blue gingham tie top she had never seen before, a short blue dress that she knew she couldn't bend down in, a lacy bra and short white heeled boots with laces.

"You're gonna wear this today. I'll help you do your hair and I'll give you the makeup and perfume you're gonna be wearing." He instructed.

Cassie's mouth was slightly agape. He was telling her what to wear? She had never come across a man who laid out her outfit for her to wear. She decided to give it a try, besides... who knew if the clothes were expensive or not since they obviously looked brand new.

"Thank you daddy." She said before giving him a smile and slowly making her aching body get out of bed and approach him.

She felt the fabric of the blue gingham tie top.

"It's really pretty, thank you." She said.

"It's not a reward. Think of it as a daily privilege." He said.

"Daily?"

"Yeah. You don't get to wear what you want... I'm in charge so you wear what I tell you to wear. I'll lay out full outfits for you myself everyday... because you're such a mess you probably have shit taste in clothes too." Nate said as he handed the outfit over to her.

Cassie blinked a bit... slightly downtrodden at the sudden mean comment.

"Go shower and get dressed then you can eat." He said as he picked up the phone and spun the rotary dial to order their breakfast.

"Yes daddy." She said softly with a grin as she gazed at him before going into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and crying.

Fezco and Lexi woke up naked in each other's arms. The room was freezing due to the cold morning they had woken up to. A car outside on the street was blasting Sunshine Of Your Love by Cream as it passed by the hotel while the newlyweds woke up in bed naked together on that chilly morning.

"Good morning Mr. O'Neill." Lexi said with a smile.

"Mornin' Mrs. O'Neill." Fez replied as he leaned his head down so he could capture Lexi's lips in a kiss.

After kissing her husband, she grinned. She then looked down at her ring finger at the diamond ring he had given her during their wedding the day before.

"I'm your wife now and you're my husband. I really can't believe it. It's... surreal." Lexi said.

"Yeah it is. But believe it baby cause we in this for life. Unless-"

"Unless nothing Fez. I got arranged to marry a great guy who just... gets me. I know we've only known each other for a day but... no other guy has ever... gotten me the way you do. There's so much more for us to experience and learn about each other but I can honestly say... I couldn't see any other guy going on this weird journey of marriage with me. You're it, Fez. You're him." Lexi said as she thumbed his cheek, her palm resting on his cheek.

He put her palm to his lips and kissed it.

"Lexi... you're amazing. We're just getting started on our life as a married couple, but the way we connect... I feel like I've known you all my life, ma. I promise you, imma be the best and only husband you ever gonna have Lexi, I mean that." He said, his gaze on her as if she were the only woman in the world.

They kissed again, only for the kiss to get heated immediately. Lexi felt Fez's erection against her thigh and she rubbed her thigh against his hard cock.

"Mmm Fez..." She moaned breathlessly.

"Baby... you think we got time for a little morning sex before the luncheon?" He asked as his hand stroked her inner thigh.

Lexi looked over at the alarm clock that read 8:30 a.m.

"We've got plenty of time. Besides... we need another trial run if we want to be successful at making babies during our honeymoon." Lexi said with a smirk as she gazed at him.

Fez gave her a sensual look of pure hunger and lust for his wife.

"Why a trial run? We can start trying to make little versions of us right now." He suggested.

She smiled before sitting up in bed.

Fez sat up as well as she straddled him, rubbing her wet pussy against his hard cock.

"Oh baby... you're fucking soaked ma. Shit... I ain't even done nothin' to you yet."

"Fezco... I wanna ride you. Please?"

"I'm all yours baby."

Lexi positioned his cock at her entrance before she lowered herself down onto his length, moaning loudly as she did so.

"Ooh!" She moaned.

Her hands roamed his torso before she used his shoulders as leverage as she brought herself on and off of his cock.

"Shit! Lexi you gon' be the death of me." Fez groaned before his hands slid over her thighs and to her ass, squeezing it gently before helping her on and off his cock.

"Fez! Oh you're so big! Feels amazing!" She cried out.

She kept riding him slowly before he looked directly in her eyes.

"Baby... you wanna... change the position?" He suggested.

"Ah, sure. How do you want me Fez?"

"Well... I've been told that it feels even better in doggystyle. Wanna try that?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great. Get on all fours, ma."

Lexi got off of Fez's cock and situated herself on all fours. He then fitted up behind her, teasing her pussy with his cock with a goofy smile on his face.

"Fez... stop teasing, please stick it in." She begged in a whimpering tone.

"Alright. Lemme know if I'm hurting you, Lex." He said.

She vigorously nodded before she let out a loud moan as he entered her, filling her up more than she had been filled by him so far.

"Oh my god!" She cried out.

"You alright, ma?" He asked a concerned look on his face.

"Fezco! Oh you're so deep! Please move, oh my god please!" Lexi said, her mind becoming absolute mush at this new position.

"You got it baby." He replied as he started thrusting in and out of her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix, continuously kissing her womb.

He noticed that she moaned and cried out louder in this position and he absolutely loved that.

"Fez! Oh Fez! Feels so good! Feels so fucking good! Harder! Oh please, harder!" She begged.

"Damn Lexi... You love how my cock feels inside you like this, ma?"

"Yes! Ahhh!"

The headboard banged against the wall as he continued his hard thrusts in and out of her.

"Oh baby! Fuck!" He cried out.

"Fezco! Wanna kiss you..." Lexi panted out as he kept fucking her.

Fez leaned her up against him while still thrusting into her from behind, she turned her head and they caught each other's lips, both moaned loudly into the kiss before it was broken.

Fez grabbed a handful of Lexi's left boob. She held onto him, her arm wrapped around his neck as he kept thrusting. His free hand traveled down to her clit and he rubbed the nub as he kept pounding into her, her cries taking on a higher pitch than before.

"Fez! Oh fuck! Fez! I'm gonna cum! Oh yes!"

"Cum for me, ma! Come on baby, tighten around me just like that!"

"I want you to cum too... Fezco!"

"I'm right there baby! Oh fuck yes, I'm right fuckin' there!" He moaned animalistically through gritted teeth.

Lexi threw her head back into Fezco's chest as she came hard, her pussy squeezing his cock which in turn made him cum too, shooting his load directly into her womb.

"Oh my god..." Lexi said as her whole body shook after her orgasm as she practically collapsed against his chest.

Fez shakily removed his now flaccid cock from his wife and slightly fell back on his ass as he held Lexi in his arms.

"The way we go at it, I'm gonna get pregnant before the honeymoon." Lexi teased.

"Mmm, be careful ma. When that happens, I ain't gonna be able to keep my hands off of you."

"I don't want you to, Mr. O'Neill." She said sensually.

"Shit... can you imagine? Your belly full of our kid." He said as he gazed at her.

"God, I'd love that." Lexi replied.

Fez ran his hands against her flat stomach, imagining that it was rounded with their kid.

"You're gonna look so good pregnant Lex." He whispered as he kissed her cheek.

"We have to get there first..." She teased.

"We will, oh trust me baby... we will."

Lexi smiled at him, before getting up off of the bed shakily as she grabbed his hand.

"You good? Where we going?" He asked.

"I'm fine, just a bit sore. And we're gonna go shower together. We have to get going for the luncheon Fez."

"Shit... that's right."

"Also... I wouldn't be opposed to making love in the shower with my husband..." Lexi suggested.

"You ain't gotta tell me twice." Fez said with a laugh as he lifted Lexi up, carrying her over his shoulder as she squealed with delight at the thought of the two of them going another round in the shower.

It was a few hours later and Nate had helped apply Cassie's makeup to her face and to cover up the angry bruises on her neck. He then kissed her forehead as he finished getting himself ready. Cassie sprayed some of the perfume he had picked out on herself and put some on her neck... though she wasn't aware that the perfume only dampened the makeup covering the bruises... but she would find out later that day.

"Let's go." Nate said as he left the hotel room with Cassie, locking the door behind them and going over to the elevators with her.

"You look perfect." He said.

"Thank you honey." Cassie replied with a smile.

Once the elevator arrived, they stepped into it and hit the lobby button. The song A Horse With No Name by America played on the speakers in the elevator. The elevator doors almost closed when two people caught the elevator doors.

It was Fezco and Lexi.

"Hey Lexi. Oh hey Fezco." Cassie greeted.

"Oh, hey Cassie. Hi Nate." Lexi greeted.

The air between the two girls was icy at best because of their brief yet icy run-in at the reception the day before.

"Oh shit, hey Cassie. And uh..."

"Nate." He said introducing himself to Fez, the two men shook hands though Nate tried to stare Fez down, but Fez looked at him directly into his eyes with a dangerous look. Fez shook Nate's hand firmly and patted his hand twice before letting go.

"Nice meeting you playboy." He said to Nate with an unreadable gaze.

There was dangerous alpha male tension between the two men and both of their wives could sense it.

Lexi decided to break the tension by talking to her sister.

"Are you alright after last night?" She asked Cassie.

Cassie looked at Lexi with widened eyes.

"W-What are you talking about?" Cassie asked defensively, the nightmarish memories of her wedding night flashing in her mind.

"Last night Cassie? You know, when you projectile vomited?" Lexi said with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, you looked like Regan from The Exorcist. You okay after all that?" Fez mentioned.

Cassie was about to open her mouth to speak before Nate spoke for her.

"She's fine. She had a rough night, but she's fine." He said as he pulled her close to him, a slightly shocked look on her face before she smiled.

Lexi and Fez shared a look before the elevator doors opened and they arrived in the lobby, the couples silently walked to the conference room where the luncheon was being held.

Fez and Lexi were busy picking out which sandwiches they wanted to have for lunch at the nearby banquet table.

"That motherfucker is weird as Hell, Lex." Fez whispered into Lexi's ear.

"Right? The fact he decided to speak for Cassie really makes me feel like something is off between them." She whispered back.

"You don't think he did some weird shit to her or somethin'?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno, but what I do know is that your sister's husband gives off Norman Bates vibes or some shit. Fuckin' weirds me out. Somethin' strange is goin' on, ma." Fezco warned in a low voice so only Lexi could hear him.

"Yeah, I agree. I don't really like him either. He seems so... charming, but that creepy type of charming." Lexi said softly to Fez.

Lexi turned around and got herself some lemonade when Rue came up to her.

"So, Mrs. O'Neill... what's it like? Did you and him do it?" She asked with a smirk.

"Rue! You can't just ask that! And... he's a great guy." Lexi said sheepishly.

"Oh come on! You can tell me the details! Besides, it was your first-time Lexi. Come on spill!"

"No! Gosh Rue you're making me blush! I heard through the grapevine that you're next to get married."

"Yeah, mom is really pushing me to get with this Elliot guy... I really don't want to. She told me she has a surprise for me today. I have no clue what the fuck it could possibly be."

"It may not be that bad... uh the surprise and the marriage."

"Oh God! You're saying that marriage isn't that bad!? Holy shit Lex! Who are you!? Are you a clone?" Rue exclaimed.

"No! I'm still the same Lexi, and... last night changed a lot of viewpoints for me, that's all."

"Oh so that means he's great in bed then, got it."

Lexi playfully hit Rue's shoulder.

"Shut up Rue!" She said, her face turning beet red out of embarrassment.

"Oh you'll never get me to shut up about it Lex. Besides... I bought you something."

"Really? What is it?"

"Here." Rue handed Lexi a gift bag.

She opened it and found white crotchless panties with a matching white bra that freed the nipples.

"Oh my god! What the hell possessed you to buy this!?" Lexi asked embarrassed as she blushed even harder, shutting the bag before Fez saw its contents.

"Maddy." Rue answered with a smirk.

"Oh, that makes sense. But how do I even..."

"Don't ask me. You'll figure it out." Rue replied with a smirk.

The Disc Jockey started to play the song In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly as more people piled into the conference room for the luncheon.

Maddy went over to Cassie who was practically piling her plate with all the food she wanted. She hugged her friend and grinned.

"You're a married woman now, how does it feel?" She asked Cassie.

"Oh it feels great." Cassie replied with a forced smile.

Maddy smiled back.

"Well, I'm glad you're liking it so far and-" She cut herself off as she noticed a smudge on Cassie's neck.

"Hey you got a little something there."

"What?" Cassie asked.

"Come here, lemme help you." She said as she took her napkin and wiped Cassie's neck in one swift motion.

Cassie immediately froze, her eyes wide.

Maddy looked at her with suspicion before she saw the bruise around her neck for a split second before Cassie brought her own hand up to cover her neck.

Maddy's eyes widened in shock.

"Cassie... was that..." She stepped closer to her best friend and whispered.

"Was that a bruise?"

"No! I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cassie... did he... hurt you?" Maddy asked, a very concerned look on her face.

Cassie started to freak out about being asked things she knew she'd be in big trouble for if she answered them. She took a deep breath before answering in a stuck up manner.

"He's my husband Maddy. Husbands don't hurt their wives, especially not ones they just met. He cares about me, he knows what's best for me."

Maddy's eyes narrowed as she gave a look of disbelief, a hand on her hip.

"Did he fucking turn you into his little Stepford Wife overnight bitch? Husbands hurt their wives all the fucking time. Trust me, I know. And he's still a goddamn stranger, he doesn't know what's best for you Cassie."

"Oh, like you know what's best for me?"

"Stop putting words into my mouth! He's obviously a piece of shit that doesn't know you and doesn't want to treat you like a husband should treat his wife and you've only been married to him for just barely a day or two for fucks sake! He's not a good man, no good man chokes his wife on their wedding night. What else did he do to you? Fuckers like him don't just stop at choking you until you bruise."

"Shut up! He didn't do anything Maddy! He's a good man! He's already taking good care of me and he even takes interest in my fashion! Our wedding night... w-was absolutely fucking wonderful and I have never ever been happier!" Cassie exclaimed to Maddy, near tears as she defended her husband.

Maddy shook her head.

"It wasn't wonderful, was it Cassie? And what the fuck do you mean he even takes an interest in your fashion?" She asked before it suddenly clicked in her mind.

She grabbed Cassie by her wrist and actually looked at her entire outfit.

"Hey! Stop it!" Cassie snatched her wrist back.

Maddy gazed at her best friend with an incredulous look in her eyes.

"Oh? So you're his mannequin now too? Un-fucking-believable. You need to tell someone to annull your marriage. Now. I'm so fucking serious."

"No! I... I know what this is Maddy... you're jealous! That's it! You're jealous!" Cassie was figuratively both grasping at straws and walking on thin ice.

"Bitch you better be joking." Maddy replied with an attitude, she couldn't believe what the fuck she was hearing right now.

"Oh no I'm not, do I look like I'm joking!? You're fucking jealous of Nate and I because deep down you know we're going to work out. Not like you and your husband! Maybe if you had let Travis do what he wanted to your body and if you fulfilled your duties as his wife, then maybe you'd still be married and you wouldn't be so fucking jealous and bitter now!" Cassie yelled at Maddy.

Everyone in the room turned their attention to the two of them now, since their argument had increased in volume.

Maddy looked as if she was a second away from kicking Cassie's ass for saying what she had said. Her best friend knew how hurt she had been when she was still married to that scumbag Travis. Everyone knew about what went down between Maddy and Travis... it had been a huge scandal in The Organization, because it had been one of The Organizations first divorces.

Kat came over to Maddy who looked like she was ready to kill Cassie and put her hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Maddy... I can get your food for you, how about you come and sit down?" Kat offered.

Maddy ignored Kat, shrugging her hand off of her shoulder and got into Cassie's face, looking her directly in her eyes.

"It's all downhill from here. This is just the beginning. Good luck with your marriage." Maddy said in a dangerous tone of voice as she bumped shoulders with Cassie as she walked past her, ignoring the tears streaming down the blonde's face.

Nate came up to Cassie and hugged her from behind as the Disc Jockey played Stand By Your Man by Tammy Wynette.

"Ignore her, you're right... she is jealous. Let's go eat." He said before she turned around, he saw her tear streaked face and wiped her tears.

"You're gonna be alright Cassie. I'm your husband now, so I'm always gonna be here for you." He added.

To her, he sounded genuine in that moment... and she kissed him deeply and lovingly, before looking him in his eyes.

Nate smiled, looking down at her.

He had her right where he wanted her. She was figuratively eating out of the palm of his hand, she was vulnerable, she was broken down, she was submissive, she had snapped and already began the process of isolating herself from the people she cared about... which he absolutely loved. He also loved that he barely even had to do anything, just choke her a few times, berate her, be mean to her and take advantage of her on their wedding night... he knew he was officially in control... and he loved that more than anything or anyone.

"I'm proud of you Cassie... for standing up to her. She doesn't have your best interest at heart. She doesn't love you... I do." Nate said.

Cassie practically melted into his arms when he said that.

"Nate... I love you too." She said, gazing at him dreamily with a smile.

"Let's go eat." He said as he led her over to their table as she grinned.

"What the fuck just fucking happened?" Fez asked his wife, her family and friends at their table they were eating their lunch at.

Ashtray and Marie were seated on the opposite side of Fez alongside with Faye who was munching on a hot dog trying to remind herself not to deep throat the hot dog.

"I don't know but I've never seen her act like that. Something is really wrong." Lexi said.

"Has your daughter ever been given a fuckin' lobotomy? Cause she seems like she needs one." Marie said.

"No, she needs a fucking exorcism." Suze replied as she poured herself a hefty glass of wine before taking a bite of her pasta.

She then slammed the bottle down.

"She embarrasses not just herself but our family at the damn luncheon! Of all places! If anything I thought you were going to be the one to embarrass our family, Lexi!" Suze exclaimed before taking a big gulp of wine.

"What!? Mom!? Why would you think that?"

"You were so against marriage, I thought you were going to be a runaway bride."

Lexi looked at her mother with a horrified gaze, though she knew her mother was halfway right. She had been thinking about running away from the altar.

"Ain't you glad you stayed, ma?" Fez asked Lexi jokingly as he placed his hand on her knee.

Lexi gave him a knowing smile before kissing him.

"Yeah, I am very glad I stayed."

"Fucking gross! I'm tryin' to eat over here, do y'all mind?" Ash complained.

Rue couldn't help but chuckle at the scene before smiling at Jules who sat next to her, Jules smiled back.

Kat and Ethan both shook their heads, Ethan sipped his lemonade as he heard his wife speak.

"I don't know what any of that was about, but Maddy was super fucking pissed off."

"I mean Cassie caused a scene, I'm sure anyone would be pissed off." Jules said.

"Yeah. It's just... she's been acting so strange since yesterday... stranger than normal." Lexi said.

Suze was stressed out and simply didn't want to hear anymore about Cassie's erratic behavior. She got up from the table.

"Alright, I'm gonna go to the bar and drink the rest of my lunch. I'll see you all later." She said in an exasperated tone as she went over to the bar.

"Damn, and I thought our family had issues." Ash said.

"Is your mom okay Lex?" Fez asked.

"Yeah, she'll be fine... she just... does this sometimes."

"Well, on a lighter note... you both make a great couple." Ethan complimented.

"Thanks man." Fez said with a smile.

Leslie, Rue's mother came over to the table to tell her that her surprise was to happen in approximately 10 minutes.

Gia sat down and gazed at her sister excitedly.

Ashtray couldn't help but look at Gia, she looked nice today. But he wasn't gonna say that. Fezco caught his brother looking at Gia and reminded himself to bring that up with Ash when they got back to Boston after the honeymoon.

Rue looked over at her little sister.

"You little fucker, you know what the surprise is!"

"Yup and I can't tell you." Gia said with a laugh.

"Dammit Gia! Just tell me, please?" Rue begged.

"I can't. Mom said if I keep my mouth shut then she'll let me have all the ice cream I want after the luncheon."

"Oh great, so she's bribing you? Ugh, wonderful."

Maddy finally came over to the table after cooling off for a bit.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lexi asked.

"Hell no. Uh... Lexi, you and Fez... can you come out into the hall for a minute? I need to talk to you both."

"Sure." Lexi said as she got up and excused herself with Fez, following Maddy out into the hall, the faint sound of How Long by Ace seeping out of the blaring speakers in the conference room and filling the hall with it's soft beat.

"What's up?" Fez asked.

"You both are... good right? In the marriage department?" Maddy asked.

"Yeah. We get along so well, and we really connect with each other even though we only just met and just got married." Lexi replied.

"Lexi... she just gets me. I ain't ever met somebody like her before. I wanna do everything I can to support and protect her, y'know. We're a good match." Fez added as Lexi nodded in agreement.

A relieved look washed across Maddy's face.

"Good... that's good..." She then took a deep breath before she gave Lexi a worried look.

"What is it Maddy? Talk to me." Lexi asked, catching on right away that something was wrong.

"I... I... think... no... fucking strike that, I know that Cassie is being abused."

Lexi and Fezco's eyes both widened in shock.

"What?" Lexi asked, feeling her heart suddenly break at what Maddy had said.

Fezco crossed his arms over his chest.

"How do you know this? What happened?" He asked, a deeply concerned gaze meeting Maddy's eyes.

"There's bruises on her neck." Maddy reached into her purse and pulled out the napkin that had Cassie's makeup smudged onto it.

"This was the makeup that was on her neck. She got extremely defensive with me about it when I asked her about the obvious big ass bruise I saw on her neck. She spouted some weirdo Stepford Wife bullshit to me and just went on the attack after that. The bastard even fucking dressed her today! She's literally his fucking doll! Then she... she crossed the fucking line by having the fucking guts to tell me that if I had let Travis do whatever he wanted to me during our marriage then I'd still be married and not bitter or whatever! The bitch literally said that! She of all people knows..." Maddy trailed off tearfully as she shook her head.

"She of all people knows what that piece of shit put me through. That divorce... it was so... so hard. I can't even begin to explain it. But I'll be damned if it wasn't one of the best fucking things I've ever done. I know the signs of what an abused wife looks like, Lexi. I know because I was one. Your sister is with an abusive piece of fucking shit and she needs help, she needs to get out now or it'll be too late." Maddy said as she wiped her own tears.

"What do we do? What can we do? Maddy... you know she's... she's extremely stubborn. I'm afraid that if we say something to her, it could set her off and she'll just sink further into his hold on her." Lexi said as tears ran down her face.

"I know. It's not an easy situation. But something has to be done." Maddy said.

"It's almost like diffusing a fucking bomb... shit. We need to fucking tell The Organization higher-ups or somethin' maybe they can get their marriage annulled." Fez suggested.

"I might know somebody who can arrange that, but it'll take some time to go through. And in a situation like this, we need to get her away from him as quick as possible." Maddy said.

"They're going on their honeymoon today. After the luncheon we're gonna pack and leave." Lexi said.

"Do we know where they're headed?" Fez asked.

"I don't know... I think my mom might know." Lexi said.

"Great! I'll ask Kat and Ethan if they can loan me some cash so I can get a ticket to wherever Cassie and Nate are headed." Maddy said.

"You need to take somebody with you. It could be dangerous, we don't know what that weird piece of shit and his weirdo fucking family are capable of." Fez said.

"Yeah, I agree. Please don't go by yourself." Lexi replied.

"I'm gonna take Kat and Ethan with me. Don't worry, I'll be fine. We just have to concentrate on saving Cassie."

"Yeah." Lexi said, as Fez comfortingly rubbed her back.

They went back into the conference room just in time to see a stage get set up with instruments.

A live band was going to play.

A skinny guy with a white shirt on and blue bell bottoms helped set the instruments up.

Faye couldn't help but approach the stage.

"Hey!"

The guy turned around and saw Faye, blinking a couple of times before going to the front of the stage, plugging in some wires and making sure they were connected.

"Yeah?"

"What band is performing?" She asked.

"The Machines." He answered.

"I've never heard of them. Are you a member?"

"Nah, I'm a roadie."

"Oh. I'm Faye."

"Hi Faye."

"What's your name?"

"Custer."

"Custard?"

"No, not custard. Custer."

"Oh. Your name makes me hungry."

Custer was getting annoyed.

"Alright Faye, be real with me here... how many doobies have you smoked today?"

"Not enough." She replied with a smile.

Custer couldn't help but smile at what she had said.

"I got a bunch of pot backstage... after the show... you wanna smoke it with me?"

"Sure." She said.

"Far out! Meet me there. I'll catch you later."

"Okay. Bye bye." Faye said as she waved at him as he finished setting up the stage equipment. She turned around with a smile on her face as she returned to the table.

"Who the fuck was that?" Ash asked.

"A roadie named Custard." Faye answered with a dreamy smile on her face.

"The Hell can a roadie named Custard do for you?" Marie asked.

"He's got pot, Marie." Faye replied.

"Oh figures." Fezco's grandma responded as she rolled her eyes.

Fezco went to go and get another sandwich while Lexi went to the bar to talk to her mom. Unfortunately, Fez just so happened to run into Nate right in front of the ham sandwiches.

"Fezco, right?"

"Yeah. Whatchu want playboy?"

Fez really didn't want to talk to Nate, especially after finding out that he had choked his wife's sister.

"I just wanted to have a man to man talk. Especially since we're both married men. So, how are things with Lexi?"

Fez played it cool, though he really wanted to kick Nate's ass for even saying his wife's name.

"She's doing good, man. How are things with Cassie?" Fez asked while giving Nate a dead-eye look.

"She's doing great... really great. She's gonna be the perfect wife."

"Oh really? And uh... how does a man achieve the perfect wife?" Fez asked, wanting to dig deep into Nate so he could get an idea who he was really dealing with.

"Oh y'know... praise, a bit of chastising, helping her sense of style... things like that. All women need training y'know. They are the weaker inferior sex, it's up to us men to put them on the right path."

Fez felt like he was going to throw up at what he had heard Nate say, but he simply nodded before speaking.

"And you came to that conclusion on women... how?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Simple, they’re weak and defenseless. Putting them in their place also helps. Cassie is very obedient... she already loves me..." Nate bragged.

Fez was close to losing his temper on Nate but he decided not to do that, he didn't want to embarrass Lexi.

While Nate spoke on and on about his beyond sexist views on women, Lexi was busy trying to get her sister's honeymoon information out of her drunk mother.

"Come on mom, I need to know. It's important."

"She said... Honolulu... lu? Yeah Honolululululu." Suze slurred.

"What resort? What hotel?"

"The... The Sheraton! Yeah Shhhhh Sheraton... on uhhhh Waikikikiki. The Royal H-Hawaiian."

"Thanks mom. Here." Lexi handed her a glass of water and a cup of coffee.

"Drink these and sober up." She instructed as she kissed her mother's forehead before leaving the bar.

"Th-Thanks hun." Suze said as she hiccupped.

Then, the microphone squeaked as The Machines took the stage.

A curly haired guy spoke into the mic, holding his guitar.

"What's up Kentucky! The Machines and I are so happy to be here! We heard that two lovely couples got married yesterday, congrats! And today, we're gonna be playing some groovy cover songs for you all!" He said into the mic.

Custer got up on stage and handed him a folded piece of paper before abruptly getting off the stage.

"Oh what do we have here? Ah? So it seems like the woman I'm arranged to marry is here today in the audience... is there somebody here named Rue?"

Rue's eyes widened as she looked over at her mother.

"Mom... no. Is that... him? The guy you want me to marry?"

Leslie didn't answer as she gently took Rue's arm and led her over to the stage.

"Mom, no! No! Fucking please no..." Rue whined.

Jules squealed in delight as she studied the guy's face... he was handsome.

"Hi. This is Rue." Leslie said as she practically pushed her daughter over to the stage and quickly went back to their table.

The guy with the guitar on stage looked at Rue, his eyes scanning her.

Everybody watched silently.

"You mind holding your head up so I can see your face?" He asked her into the microphone as he kneeled down on stage in front of her.

Rue let out an exasperated sigh before holding her head up so he could see her face.

She was naturally beautiful, and the guy with the guitar couldn't help but smile.

"Wow. Anybody ever tell you how beautiful you are Rue? You're a natural beauty." He said.

He held the mic out in front of her.

"Uh... thanks, I guess. And uh no... no one's ever told me that before." She said timidly.

He held the microphone in front of him again.

"Well Rue, let me be your first." He said with a wink.

Rue reached for the mic and grabbed it.

"Uh... sorry but... you seem nice and all but I don't know you... I don't even know your name."

He smirked and leaned over into the mic as she held it so he was right in her face, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I'm Elliot. It's nice to meet you and don't worry after the show I wanna know all about you and I'll tell you everything you wanna know about me."

A breath she hadn't known she was holding in, escaped her as she heard him speak.

"Mind if I have that back, Rue? I can't do my show without it." Elliot said as he gestured to the mic.

"Oh shit! Yeah. Here. Sorry about that."

Elliot couldn't help but chuckle before he was handed the mic and stood back up on stage.

"Well, looks like I'm off the market now since I've just met my future wife. She's a natural beauty... and I love natural beauty... something about it is just..."

Elliot put the microphone back into the stand as he paused for dramatic effect.

"Foxey. Which honestly... that reminds me of a song that one of my idols released back in 1967. You might know him by the name of... Jimi Hendrix. This one's for you Rue. It's a little song called... Foxey Lady." Elliot said as he sensually gazed at her from onstage and started singing and playing Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix with his band.

Rue stood there, absolutely captivated by Elliot and his stage presence.

As the band played the song, Lexi made her way over to Fez who was really getting irritated by Nate. She had just given Cassie's honeymoon information to Maddy, Kat and Ethan.

"Oh... hi Nate." Lexi said, she was very wary of him after finding out that he had choked her sister.

"Hi Lexi. You know, we haven't really talked-" Nate said.

"What if she don't want to talk to you, man?" Fez said as he stepped in front of Lexi.

"Why wouldn't she? I am her family now. I'm married to her sister, unless you fucking forgot?"

"Nah, I ain't forget. And as far as I'm concerned, you ain't her family playboy."

"Oh really? Are you gonna drop the tough guy act Fezco? It's not a good look on you. What are you trying to overcompensate or something? Couldn't get it up on your wedding night? Couldn't please your wife? Maybe I could take her off your hands for you? Teach her a thing or two about how a real husband treats his wife."

That did it.

Fezco grabbed Nate by his shirt collar and shoved him into the sandwich table, knocking him down. Fez got on top of him and started punching him in the face repeatedly.

Lexi moved out of the way as she watched with a look of shock, though deep down seeing Nate get his face punched over and over until his blood covered her husband's knuckles was both immensely satisfying to see her sister's abuser get what he deserved and a bit of a turn on for her due to seeing firsthand how strong her husband was.

"Stop! Stop it!" Cassie screamed as she ran over to her husband and tried to pull Fez off of him but Fez pushed Cassie away as he kept punching Nate, causing her to fall back on her ass.

The other guests gathered around and also tried to stop the fight, but Fez wasn't budging.

Marie got up from her table with Ashtray as Faye sat there and watched the fight.

"Well goddamn..." Rue muttered at the commotion.

Elliot and his band had stopped playing and he tried to tell everyone to settle down but it was no use.

A fight broke out between Aaron, Nate's brother and Fezco and it was complete chaos in the conference room after that.

Suze had passed out at the bar, so she wasn't even aware of what was happening.

Fezco easily held his own against Aaron who was steady trying to land a few punches.

Elliot had since given up trying to stop the fight from onstage so he had decided to play a cover of Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones.

Meanwhile, Marie was in the hotel parking lot with Ashtray getting something from the trunk of her car with a lit cigarette between her lips.

"Grandma knows exactly how to stop this hillbilly fightin' shit." She said to him.

"You gonna get Rhonda out?" He asked excitedly.

"Nah kid, you fuckin' kiddin' me? Just tryin' to break up a fight not make craters. Ah, here she is... good ol' Betsy."

"You think it's gonna work?"

"Your brother will quit punchin' motherfuckers when he hears Betsy. C'mon." She said as she shut the trunk of her car and locked it, throwing the keys to Ashtray who put them in his pocket.

They went back inside to the chaos as Blitzkrieg Bop filled the room, Elliot playing his heart out on stage.

Marie aimed up to the ceiling above, cocked Betsy and pulled the trigger twice. The sound of her beloved revolver going off stopping the fighting immediately and making the crowd disperse as screams of terror and confusion rang out. Elliot stopped playing immediately and froze.

"Alright you crackers! Step away from my grandson! Now!"

They did as they were told.

Fezco stood up and looked at his grandmother.

Lexi couldn't move, she was frozen in shock.

Marie turned and looked at everyone.

"I don't know what the fuck is goin' on here, but I do know this... Fezco wouldn't do this shit unless he got provoked. You!" She pointed her gun at Cal and the rest of the Jacobs family.

"Y-Yeah?" He said.

"Get your bitch ass sons away from my grandson and his wife or else we got a real fuckin' problem here! Ya dig?" Marie said.

"Y-Yeah!" Cal stammered as he still stood there frozen in fear at this old woman pointing a gun at him.

"Good. And take blondie here with ya. Now move!" Marie demanded.

Cal immediately moved to where Nate and Aaron were laid out and injured and got them up off of the floor.

"Marsha, a hand please?" He asked as he pointed at Cassie.

Marsha rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth with an attitude and took Cassie by the hand, helping her up and taking her away from the scene as she sobbed.

Marie put her gun on her belt with the safety on and approached Lexi and Fez.

"Let's get you lovebirds up to your suite so you can pack and get your asses off to your honeymoon." She said as she led them out of the conference room.

Lexi quickly got the gift bag that Rue had given her earlier before following Marie, Ash and Fez out of the room.

"Uh..." Lexi started.

"What is it?" Marie asked.

"Where are we going for our honeymoon?" Lexi asked, finally finding her voice after witnessing the chaos that was the luncheon.

"Ask loverboy." Marie answered as she took a drag of her cigarette as they all waited for the elevator.

"Fez?" Lexi asked as she turned to him.

Fezco gazed at his wife and kissed her cheek.

"We headed to The Poconos, ma. Hope you got some warm shit to wear, it's gonna be cold up there." He said as he grinned at her.

Lexi grinned back at him, thankful to get the opportunity to be away from the madness with Fez... now she just had to find a way to strategically hide her crotchless panties from him in her suitcase...

#read the warnings #uthdth #fexi #fexi fic #my fic #euphoria #fexi euphoria #fexi fanfic #fexi hive

[ko-riacchi]

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Pairing: Shigaraki x F!Reader Genre: Smut, Angst Length: 4,3k

WARNINGS: NONCON! 

Thank you to @cultbabyyy who read through it as soon as I was done  And thank you to @kazooli whose fics made me realize that I can write whatever the fuck I want

(Inspired by Yagami Yato’s Shigaraki Pt.3 audio)

Tomura was a man-child. Which meant that when he had a new toy, he couldn’t help himself but to rub it in other people’s faces that he had something that they – in fact – no longer had.

 The room was dimly lit, most of the light coming from the computer screen and the various sources of blue light stemming from the computer tower, mouse and keyboard.

Tomura sat in his computer chair, arms possessively wrapped around your form and you wriggled and squirmed in his grip, trying to get loose.

“Now, now,” Tomura rasped into your ear. “Don’t struggle too much. You wouldn’t want any accidents to happen, now would you?”

Your face scrunched up and you bit your lip, knowing exactly what Tomura could do to you – even accidentally – and you stilled in his grasp.

 His right hand left your figure now that you were placated and grabbed the computer mouse, the sound of it clicking reverberating through the otherwise quiet room.

You weren’t particularly interested in whatever he was doing on his computer, so you let your eyes wander through the room. You needed to find a way to get out of this situation, this room and especially this dangerous hold that he had over you.

You knew that the first two were comparatively easy to achieve, once you had successfully managed to pull off the latter one. After all, you hadn’t managed to become a pro hero without learning a skill or two.

But your offensive quirk just wasn’t suited to squirm free of his grasp without potentially getting disintegrated should all of his five fingers touch your body. Usually, you were quite content with your abilities but right now you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not being born with a quirk more similar to the one of your old teacher, Eraserhead.

Your gaze continued to examine the room, trying to find anything at all that could help you in your predicament. But mostly, the shelves were littered with games upon games, accompanied by the corresponding console. Behind you, a bed stood in the corner of the room, the sheets thrown on it carelessly. While those may not be able to aid you in your initial quest to rid yourself of his dangerous hands, you would be able to use them to cut off his vision once you had gotten free – even if it was just for a second.

 Your thought process was interrupted by Tomura, whose hand slid back to your body, grasping your hip in his hand while making sure that his pinky was lifted as to not accidentally kill you.

“Now we just have to wait for a few more minutes and the show can get started,” he said, his hands leisurely beginning to stroke your sides.

“Show?” you echoed confused and for the first time, your focus landed on the computer screen in front of you where a website you didn’t recognize was opened.

What you did recognize however, was the screen in the middle which reflected your own surprised face and the grinning one of Tomura behind you. Your eyes flitted to the top of the monitor to find a small camera on top, the little red light on the bottom center telling you that it was currently recording.

Back on the monitor screen, your eyes zoomed in on a small number in the corner and quickly you concluded that it showed the current viewer number of what obviously was a live stream.

“Wh-what are you planning, Shigaraki?” you asked him and turned your head and upper body so you could look in his eyes.

His gaze locked on to yours and a grin stretched across his face, cracked lips quickly moistened by his tongue so they wouldn’t crack further.

“Why, I thought since I’ve got you here, it would be a… shame not to share all the fun we’re about to have with the world,” he explained. “I even sent some links out to your dear colleagues, wouldn’t want them to miss out on it, now would we?”

Your eyes darted back to the monitor for a second, the viewer counter steadily rising, before you locked your eyes with Tomura again.

“It doesn’t matter in what way you’ll try to hurt me. I’m a hero, for God’s sake, don’t think I’m not used to pain. All you’re going to achieve by streaming this, is that my colleagues will trace the IP and find this place even faster.” You sent him a defiant look.

 Tomura erupted into cackling laughter, sounding like the crazy madman he was. “Hurt you? Oh no no no no, I think you’re misunderstanding. I’m not going to hurt you.” His right hand moved upwards to grip the top of your hero uniform; his pinky raised by acquired habit.

“Rather, I thought…” he continued, his grip hardening around the sturdy material before he purposefully burrowed his hand in it. “We could have some fun in a different way.”

Your horrified gaze went towards your chest, where the material of your suit began to crumble away in ashes, opening the view to your undergarments.

“Fuck you!” you screamed and started to struggle in his grasp. His left hand gripped your side harder, pinky raised, while his right hand came up to grip your chin.

“N’ah, ah, ah,” he chided you and his grip on your chin became painful. “Don’t forget that I hold your life in my hands.”

Before you had the chance to reply to him, his lips descended upon yours. His kiss was harsh and bruising, the feeling of his chapped lips uncomfortable on yours. You tried to break free of his hold, but it was futile. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked your lips, hoping to gain entry. You pressed them together more fiercely, your jaw gnashing with the force you brought up to keep your mouth closed.

Tomura clicked his tongue in disapproval. He took his mouth off you for a second to take a look at your tense face.

“Now, now, doll, while it would be a shame if this level was too easy to clear, I think you still don’t understand exactly in what situation you are currently in.”

As if to prove his point, his hand lifted from your jaw and gripped the fabric of your sports bra with all of his fingers. Instantly, the material began to crumble away under his grip until all that remained was a small heap of ashes on your legs.

Now, with nothing to cover your shame, your face burned with embarrassment and your arms shot up to cover your breasts.

“Oh, don’t get shy on me,” Tomura grinned and grabbed your arms to pull them away from your chest. “I’m sure your viewers would love to get a good look at you.”

 You tried to fight his grip, but his raw strength was far superior to yours, so you had no chance but to uncover your breasts for everyone to see. Your eyes felt hot and began to sting but you refused to let any tears fall. A hero didn’t cry, no matter how dire the situation got. On the screen, you saw an influx of messages on the chat, not even bothering to try and read the contents; you were sure that it wasn’t something you would actually want to read.

Before Tomura could continue to embarrass you further, a “ding” sounded from the computer speaker into the silence of the room. This led Tomura to giggle in excitement.

“Seems like the first one of our special guests has just entered the stream,” he said from behind you. Your head whipped around to face him. “What is that supposed to mean?” you asked him, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry, my doll. That ‘ding’ you just heard? Means that one of my invitation links just got opened and one of your colleagues just decided to finally join us. Why don’t you be nice and greet him?”

Tomura took your right hand he was still holding and began to wave it for the camera. Your eyes closed in frustration, knowing there was nothing you could do about it. When he was finally done waving for you, his hand let go of your wrist and immediately you covered your chest the best you could.

His now free hand gripped your hair and pulled your head back. His head burrowed itself in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting at your skin. His lips moved up towards your ear and he whispered “Now, let’s make sure that we put on a good show for our viewers.” before taking your earlobe into his mouth and biting on it.

“Once I’m out of here, I’ll fucking kill you,” you answered him through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the unpleasant wet feeling of his mouth on you. You felt him smile against your skin, but he didn’t say anything to you in return. Instead, his hand left your hair and glided down your face and neck, making its way down to your breasts.

Your hand gripped his wrist, trying to keep him from touching you in this intimate place but you already knew that you wouldn’t be able to stop him. Moments later, Tomura’s hand had reached its goal and he began to fondle your breast roughly, pulling and twisting your nipple.

Your face scrunched up in pain and once more, you tried to pull his hand away from your body – to no avail. He continued tugging and twisting and shamefully you noticed that your nipple was getting hard. You knew that it was merely a bodily response to being stimulated but it was still hard to stomach that your body was reacting to it when you sure as hell weren’t enjoying his ministrations in the slightest.

And it seemed like you weren’t the only one who had noticed. Tomura had as well and you felt his grin against your neck. “Oh, seems like somebody’s enjoying it?” he gloated and tugged on your nipple harder.

“As if!” you exclaimed, hoping that nobody else would believe his incredulous words. Everything about his touches was uncomfortable: His grip was rough and his hand felt scratchy on your delicate skin.

Once more, you started to wriggle in his grasp, knowing that nothing would come out of it. With just the threat of his hands, he had you defeated before you had even started fighting. And although what was about to happen horrified and scared you, death scared you even more.

Now his left hand let go of yours and instantly, you started curling in on yourself, trying to prevent him from touching you further or the viewers on the stream from seeing you. He allowed you to remain in this position for a few moments while his gaze was fixed on the screen, reading the influx of comments.

“It seems like the majority of our viewers want us to move on to the next level already,” Tomura said and his left hand snaked under your armpit and up to your throat, tilting your body back against his.

“What do you say we give the people what they want?” Another tug on your nipple, and his hand left your breast before it continued downwards to your panties. Your hands clawed at his arm, trying to free yourself from his grip and save the last bit of dignity you still had left. Tomura wasn’t fazed by that however and his hand steadily continued until it had clawed into the material of your underwear and it decayed into nothingness along with your last shred of hope to somehow free yourself of this situation.

The little pile of dust that had settled on your crotch was blown away by Tomura and his mouth stretched into a wide grin, his dry lips close to cracking open. The hand that had disintegrated your panties now took your right thigh and pulled it to the side, effectively spreading your legs and displaying your pussy for everyone on the stream to see.

You had closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself and your shameful display mirrored on the screen. Your hands, that had been on his arm up until now, trying to free yourself of his grasp, fell limply to your sides as all fight left your body. You knew that there was no way you would be able to get yourself out of this situation before Tomura had had the chance to defile you. Your only option at this point was to wait for your colleagues to arrive and save you – and hoping that you wouldn’t get killed before they would do so.

Once Tomura felt your body slacken, he began to laugh. “What? Not gonna fight me anymore?” he asked, his voice full of malicious joy. “And here I was beginning to enjoy your feisty attitude.”

Your change in behavior didn’t however stop him from continuing on with his little show and his right hand moved from your thigh to your pussy lips, spreading them open with the pointer and middle finger of his hand to give his audience a good show.

“That’s some grade A hero pussy,” he grinned into the camera as rubbed his finger around your hole a few times. “I wonder how many dicks it has taken so far…”

He turned his face from the camera to you as if he was waiting for an answer. You weren’t willing to give him that information though and kept your mouth shut, even as he lifted his other hand from your neck to your cheeks to squeeze them and get you to talk.

After a moment however, it seemed as if he had lost patience waiting for your answer, as he retracted his hand and put it back into place on your neck.

“It doesn’t matter. Once I’ve fucked you, I’ll have you ruined for other dicks for all eternity,” he cackled, his pointer finger pushing into your dry cunt immediately after he had finished his sentence.

You hissed out in pain. The skin on his finger was rough and you – surprise, surprise – were not turned on at all, so it hurt when he shoved it inside without any preparation at all.

When Tomura heard your hiss, he cackled again, moving his finger around inside you.

“If you’re already struggling to take my finger, you will break apart once I shove my cock inside you.”

Slowly, he began to move his finger, and with horror you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter the more he prodded your walls. Soon, he was able to fit a second finger inside your heat, angling them upwards and against where he had read the g-spot was.

When you took a sharp breath, he knew that he had been successful and he continued to push against the little rough patch of skin, knowing it would be so much more bitter for you if your body enjoyed the ordeal.

After a few moments of pumping his fingers inside you, he stopped and leaned forward a bit, reading through the comments in the chat.

He laughed. “Yeah, that little hero pussy is getting nice and wet,” he replied to one commenter. “It’s sucking my fingers right in.”

As if to demonstrate, he pulled his fingers out a bit and moved them around, until a squelching sound could be heard, and then pushed them all the way inside again, which elicited a muffled moan you hadn’t been able to stop in time.

“She’s definitely enjoying herself,” he answered another comment, looking at you with a sleazy grin. “Isn’t that right, hero slut?”

You grit your teeth and held back the curses and slurs you wanted to reply with, knowing that it would amuse your tormenter.

Once Tomura felt like he had replied to enough comments, he turned his attention back to you, thrusting his fingers inside you harshly one last time before he took them out, lifting them to the camera first to show the glistening juices before he put them inside his mouth and licked them with an exaggerated hum.

“I hope you’re ready for the final boss,” he whispered into your ear, although he made sure that it was loud enough for his audience to hear.

You shook your head, one last time trying to squirm out of his grasp. All that achieved however was that your ass rubbed against Tomura’s bulge and he let out a soft hiss.

“No need to be impatient, little hero slut,” he said with a grin as the hand that held your neck lifted you higher so the other hand could loosen and push down his pants.

Even if you hadn’t wanted to, as soon as Tomura’s erection bobbed free and sprang up between your legs, your eyes wandered to it, widening when you saw his size.

Tomura had to have seen your expression mirrored in the stream because he let out a manic laugh, his entire body (and dick) shaking with the emotion.

“Oh, don’t worry, it won’t hurt… much,” he cackled as he rubbed his dick along your slit, coating it in your juices. You body twitched when the tip of his dick rubbed over your clit and a shameful whimper escaped your throat, although you willed yourself immediately to shut up.

Not wanting to see your own violation, you closed your eyes as Tomura positioned himself at your entrance and began to slowly push inside.

You couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped your throat at the intrusion, nor the squirming as you tried to get away from it.

Tomura only tightened his grip on your neck you, pushing your body down on him as his dick breached further and further into your wet heat.

Tears threatened to escape your eyes once Tomura was fully seated in you and only through sheer willpower, you managed to hold them back, unwilling to give up this last bit of pride you had.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Tomura groaned, stilling for a second to get used to the feeling of your cunt. “Don’t tell me you were a virgin?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer the villain. No matter what you would say, he would only find it amusing and possibly use it to torment you further, either calling you a stuck-up hero bitch, thinking you’re too good for anyone, or a hero slut, willing to let anyone willing fuck you.

When Tomura realized he wasn’t getting an answer from you, he chuckled before he adjusted his four-finger grip on your neck, pulled almost all the way out of your cunt and slammed you down again until he was inside you to the base.

A pained cry flew from your lips but you had no time to even try and hold back your voice anymore, because Tomura immediately continued to jackhammer into you, moaning and panting into your ear as he showed the world how your cunt ate up his dick.

Your hands flew up to grab at his arm, futilely trying to steady yourself at least a bit, as he pushed and pushed and pushed into you. Squelching noises you were sure the microphone was picking up as well, came from your cunt as it greedily sucked Tomura’s dick back in every time he pulled back.

“Fuck, this is some grade A pussy,” Tomura groaned, his hips only slowing down a bit as his muscles began to hurt from the position. He caught his breath while he lazily thrusted into you, his moist breath uncomfortable on your ear.

Suddenly, Tomura moved and stood up from his chair, pushing you up as well with his hips. The hand that was around your throat slipped from under your arm and instead pushed down onto your back, laying you flat on his computer desk while his dick never left your tight cunt.

As soon as he had finished adjusting to the new position, he began railing you again, his hips slamming against your ass as his dick burrowed inside you further and further.

You let out a pained scream as his thrusts reached even deeper now, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to shut out the pain. At least in this position, the camera wasn’t able to get a shot of your face, you thought in relief, as it was too high to capture your body laid out on the desk.

Tomura must’ve noticed that fact as well because the next moment, the hand that pushed your back down moved up and grabbed your hair, pulling you up so your face was angled towards the camera. Your eyes flew open, a choked cry leaving you as you felt the burn on your scalp of your hair being pulled.

Right in front of you, you could see the red blinking light of the recoding camera and even though you wanted to close your eyes again, you found that the position made it impossible for you to do so.

So you had no choice but to stare into the camera as Tomura fucked you from behind while grunting and panting, your eyebrows furrowing as your eyes filled with tears.

After a minute of thrusting and you getting slammed against the desk again and again, Tomura leaned forward to read some more comments, his face erupting into a cackle when he read one of them.

“They’re saying I’m not taking care of you,” he told you, pulling at your hair some more so your head leant on his shoulder. “Saying you look like you’re not enjoying yourself.” He let go of your hair which caused you to fall forward onto the desk, almost slamming your head on the wood. “Let’s change that, shall we?”

With those words, his right hand began snaking around your waist, moving down so he could rub at your clit. His other hand pulled your back against his chest, giving the camera a better view and himself some more room to move his hand around your little nub.

At first, it was easy to ignore the touches on your clit, instead focusing on your uncomfortable position but then, he moved his fingers in a way that teased your clit just right and your mouth flew open as a loud moan left your lips.

“Ahh, so that’s what gets you going,” he laughed, immediately repeating the motion and trying to get you to make some more noises. You tried to hold back the sounds, tried to force yourself to close your mouth so no more moans and whimpers could escape you, but Tomura simply moved his hand on your chest upwards, pushing two of his fingers inside you mouth so it would stay open.

His thrusts had increased in speed again, his dick rubbing against your g-spot as his hands teased your clit and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.

You moved your body and tried to angle your hips in a way that would made Tomura’s actions at least a bit more bearable but he noticed right away and made sure that you could not escape the orgasm that was building inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re getting even tighter,” he rasped, out of breath due to his insane pace. “Are you gonna cum around my dick?” He laughed at your pained expression, letting out a grunt as your walls began twitching around him.

“Yeah, just like that. Cream around that villain dick like the hero slut you are,” he groaned, feeling himself edging closer and closer to orgasm as well.

With one last effort, you tried to move away and stop his hand from pushing you over the edge but it was useless and with a cry, you came on his dick, the tears you had held back the entire time running down your face as your body twitched and convulsed, milking his cock like some desperate bitch in heat.

Tomura let out a choked groan, pumping into you a few more time as he announced that he was going to fill your slutty pussy with his cum, before you could feel his dick twitching inside you. You wanted to shout, wanted to beg him to at least not cum inside but his hand was still in your mouth and so you simply cried in silence as his warmth spread through you and began dripping out of your pussy.

Tomura let out a shuddering breath as he calmed down from his high, falling down in his seat and taking you with him. His dick began to get flaccid and with a plopping sound the pulled it out of your abused cunt, spreading your pussy lips for your audience to show them the copious amounts of cum that now dripped out of your slit and down your ass.

“Next time,” Tomura laughed as he pushed his cum back inside with two of his fingers. “Let’s try out that back entrance of yours.” He teasingly let his finger circle around your cum-covered asshole while you simply lay on his chest, motionless except for your harsh breaths and the sobs leaving your body.

He wiped his gooey fingers on your chest before he leaned forward to grab his computer mouse, waving to the camera one last time and telling his audience he hoped they had enjoyed the show before he cut the stream and the red light of the camera turned off.

 ____________________________________________

When the screen turned black, back at the agency Katsuki slammed a fist on the table. He didn’t want to watch one of his coworkers violated but they needed to make sure you weren’t killed while his colleague on the desk worked on tracing the IP.

Katsuki whipped his head up, shouting over to the other pro-hero. “Did you fucking trace the stream?!”

It was silent for a minute while his colleague typed furiously, trying his hardest to get a location.

“…no.”

Katsuki’s scream of rage could be heard through the entire agency.

#bnha #bnha smut #shigaraki x reader smut #tw: noncon #bnha noncon

[le-poor-writer]

Serve at First Sight (Kageyama Tobio x F!Reader)

"I bet I can..." Hinata mumbled and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Hah?" Kageyama glared back. "What did you just say?"

"I'm not good at setting. BUT I BET I CAN HIT THE LONGEST AND FASTEST SERVE!"

"IS THAT A CHALLENGE?"

"YOU WANNA GO NOW?"

"Uh... Kageyama, Hinata, Stop messing around or else you'll get an earful from Daichi-san." Yamaguchi tries to mediate the situation. The last time the idiotic duo did something stupid, all the first years had to run extra laps. And he was not up for that today.

"No use talking to idiots Yamaguchi." Tsukki sneered. "They have an IQ capacity of a teaspoon."

Hinata stood at the line of the court, deciding to go first. Throwing the ball into the air, he jumped as high as he could. As if he were a crow that leaped into the sky. His ball managed to land a good one meter away from line of the opposite side. A loud bang resonating the court and he beamed smugly at his tall opponent. Kageyama had a ball ready in hands as he took Hinata's place. Itching to outperformed the record set by the orange-head. Closing his eyes, he briefly replayed Oikawa's diabolical jump serve from their previous practice match. He knew he was a hundred years too early to be able to do that. Doesn't mean he won't try his luck though.

With a deep exhale, he took flight. Blocking out all sounds surrounding him, save that of his squeaking shoes and the volleyball as he slapped it forward. The stinging sensation felt on his hand causing him to grin. Not quite like Oikawa's, but still powerful. This is it, it will definitely plunge further than Hinata's. And it did. The ball flew pass that one meter mark. And hit a person. Kageyama's eyes blinked twice before the situation finally seeped through his thick skull. He had hit someone's head! Suddenly he could hear his surroundings again. Hinata panicked scream. Yamaguchi running towards the unfortunate human being who fell to the ground. Tsukki trying not to laugh at this slapstick comedy.

Kageyama sprinted towards the person. A hundred thoughts running through his mind. Is the person alright? Is he going to get in trouble with Daichi for this? Where are the third years anyway? Most importantly, when was that person there? How is it he did not notice them? What were they doing there in the first place? Surely no one would actually collapsed from that hit, right? He stood behind Yamaguchi who was trying to communicate with the seemingly unconscious person. And that was when Kageyama noticed, the person was a girl. A petite girl. He kneeled beside Yamaguchi. She seemed to be a little pale.

"Hello?" Yamaguchi tapping her shoulder. "Excuse me, can you hear me?"

No reply.

"KAGEYAMA KILLED SOMEONE!" Hinata hollered.

"What are you going to do now Kageyama?" Despite knowing that she only passed out, Tsukki decided to humour Hinata.

"I'll take her to the nurse's office." Immediately he carried her and jogged out of the court. Hoping not to run into anyone. Especially Daichi.

He couldn't help but glance at her face every three seconds. Wondering if she will wake up midway. But she didn't and that worried him more. If it weren't for her soft faint breaths he would have thought that he actually committed manslaughter with his jump serve. Besides, she has such a small frame. He was afraid if he really did break her. Kageyama held her closer to his body. Noticing how she fit snugly in his arms. And when looked closely, she's actually really cute. A blush spread quickly all over his face. What was he thinking? He doesn't even know her.

~~~~~~~~~~

(Y/n) blinked slowly. Feeling slightly dazed.

She woke up late today, all because of that stupid extra Japanese literature homework that had to be submitted during first period. And because she woke up late, she skipped breakfast. She wanted to get something during lunch, but had to drop by the school library to return some books that were due today. Well what do you know, apparently everyone needed to return their books today. If she had known she would've asked her friends to at least get her melon bread. She had about 10 minutes left before lunch ended, but she ran into her senior and was reminded to submit the club activities report today.

It was so hard to focus on classes for the rest of the afternoon. She drank lots of water in hopes to delay the impending dizziness. It was somewhat working. She only needed to wait until clubs and activities time. She'll get a sugary drink from the vending machine, then tell the club leader that she's going to head home early. But karma really had to be a bitch today. Her wallet was not in her bag. (Y/n) dreaded the fact that she might have dropped it somewhere. Searching for her wallet with this now nasty migraine is really going to be such a pain. That is until she suddenly remembered she left it in her drawer at home. She had forgotten about it amidst the rush.

(Y/n) crouched in front of the vending machine. What are the gods playing at exactly. Is it really so hard to get a single bite? Is this karma for denying Mr. Snuggles his treat last week? Well it was not her fault that he knocked over her pudding off the table! She was on the verge of tears when she heard the sound of volleyballs. Oh right, the vending machine was sort of close to the volleyball court... Didn't Yachi say she was recently the co-manager for Karasuno's volleyball club along with that beautiful senior Kiyoko. There is hope. She only needed a little money to get that small carton of drink.

She stood up quickly and regretted it. God, this migraine is killing her. With every ounce of determination she had left, she dragged her feet towards the court. Swaying a little every now and then. The sounds were getting louder, The ball hitting the court, shoes squeaking and people yelling? This is a good thing, it meant that she was getting closer. This is also a bad thing, because it's splitting her skull. Everything around her blurred as she entered the hall. Shit, where is Yachi? She took a few more steps before she felt a hard impact on her head. Dear lord that hurts like hell. And she lost all control of her body before everything went black.

"Oi." a gruff voice distracted her thoughts.

She sat up immediately. Hitting her head on the bed post in the process. She has realized by now that she must have passed out and someone from the volleyball club took her to the nurses office. It must have been this boy sitting beside her. But that still didn't mean she wouldn't be caught off guard. She has always been somewhat intimidated by the male species. Especially those tall towering ones that had to bend a little to talk to her. It's one of the unfortunate things one has to endure being 4'10 and having a small frame. People often joked that she could fit in a suitcase. Though seeing her other shorter friends did brought her pleasure, it still doesn't change the fact that a lot of people around her were giants.

"Idiot."

"Excuse me?" she glared. What's the big idea calling her an idiot out of nowhere. He was the one who surprised her. Sitting on a stool at her bedside, ain't that too close for a stranger, sir?  Who is he again? The volleyball club is pretty popular here in Karasuno after they managed to get into the finals of Inter high recently. It was unfortunate that they lost to Aoba Johsai, but everyone acknowledged what a monster the school was. Yachi said everyone felt down but it didn't dampened their spirit, for their next chance will be the Spring Tournament.

"S-sorry." the guy replied.

Dark eyes darting away from her face. She could make out an intimidating look on his face. Eyebrows furrowing sternly. Lips set on a grim line. Yet his cheeks flushed. Or was it because of the orange hue from the setting sun (she couldn't really tell), which also made his black hair glow. It dawned upon (y/n) that if he could just smooth away his frown, he would be handsome (she thinks). And if only he weren't being gruffy. Wait a minute. Tall volleyball player, black hair, intimidating frowning face but yet somehow still good looking?

"I'm Kageyama Tobio-"

"I know."

Silence... Well that was awkward.

She cleared her throat. "I'm (L/n) (Y/n). From Class 5. Um, Yachi's friend."

"Oh." Shoot. He didn't know she was Yachi's friend. What will the manager say about this. "I'm sorry. That my jump serve knocked you out."

"No no no! I was actually a little hypoglycemic. So your uh, jump serve was just the final nail in the coffin." Damn, she knew that getting hit by any ball was going to hurt. But the ball just now, it felt like it could tear her head off. Or maybe that's just an exaggeration of being starved the whole day. She realized his expression went from frowning to horrifying. "N-not that it will literally be the final nail to my coffin! It was just an expression. Maybe not a good one. Sorry I'm just bad with words when it comes to strangers. I mean not that you're an absolute stranger. It's just that- I'm sorry, I'm blabbering too much."

"Not at all!" he yelled. Ah, he got too animated. He didn't understand why. But he just thought everything about this girl is cute. From her petite stature that makes him want to shield her from the wind. To her way of talking that showed just how shy and awkward she was as how it is with him. Trying to reassure him that it was fine. He couldn't understand this sudden grip in his heart and the tingling sensation at his fingertips. Though maybe it was because he hasn't touch the volleyball for a few hours now.

Another awkward silence ensues.

"Anyways," (Y/n) was still a bit shy. She was after all talking to one of the most popular boys at school. But seeing as how he is now, she thought she could loosen up her guard a bit. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"You wear glasses?"

They rushed back together to the volleyball court. Yachi attacked her with a hug as she lamented about the news she heard from her fellow peers. Daichi scolding him to be careful next time whilst Tanaka giving him his infamous gangster glare. Hinata coming forward with his head down as he presented (Y/n)'s broken glasses. He accidently stepped on them when he was panicking, though he only realised it when she was sent to the nurse's office. Her glasses must have fallen off her head when she got hit. That hard huh. Really God, you want to test her that much today. Fine, she'll apologize to Mr. Snuggles when she gets home.

Unbeknownst to her, Kageyama felt even worse than earlier. His ball caused her to knocked out, and now it even knocked off the glasses from her head and broke it. Stuttering on his words, he apologized again. Hands balled into a tight fist. He just felt so bad. Suga noticed how dejected he sounded. But he also noticed how pink his ears were. Oh? Well even if it wasn't what he thought, there was no harm in... light teasing. Besides, they'd looked adorable together, no?

"If you really feel guilty. Then you should walk her home today." slinging his arm over Kageyama's shoulder, Suga tried to keep a neutral expression. Well there was a slight smirk, but he tried. "What if she falls down on her way home? Or run into a pole?"

"I am short-sighted Sugawara-senpai. Not blind." (Y/n) said through gritted teeth. Really these eyesight jokes should be old by now. "Besides, I will need to stop by the optic shop to have new ones made."

"All the more for him to accompany you. It will get dark soon. Might be dangerous to be walking alone with such bad eyesight."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to burden-"

"Let's go." Kageyama interrupted. And when she declined again, he argued back. "Stop being a stubborn idiot. You still haven't eaten, you can't see well and you're so light that people can just easily carry you away."

Did he just called her an idiot for the second time in the short the period they have known each other. How rude! Not that his points were invalid. He was right. But boy does this person lack delicacy. In the end, she agreed to let him accompany her. He bought two cartons of milk from the vending machine. One for each of them, and they set off on their merry way.

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"No- Okay. Once again. Osmosis only works with solvents. Simple diffusion, both solvents and solutes. So in osmosis, solvents will move from low solute concentration-" (Y/n) stopped explaining when she noticed how Kageyama's brows were almost touching. His lips formed a small pout. "You know what, we have been revising for more than an hour. Let's take 5. Then continue for another hour. It's getting late and although my mum likes you, my dad wouldn't like you being in my room for too long."

Ever since that day where he sent her home, she began hanging out more with Yachi and the volleyball club. Not that she never hung out with her close friend, it's just that (y/n) felt out of place when she mingles with unfamiliar crowds. But now that every member knew her as the girl who got hit by Kageyama's jump serve, that became the basis of her acquaintanceship with the club and she got to hang out with Yachi more. And before she realized it, Kageyama has just been around her circle. Always there. Heck he has been walking her home more often now that even her mother likes him. Then they became just friends. Or she hoped it stayed that way, because she noticed her emotions began crossing unknown territories.

(Y/n) has come to learn a few things about Kageyama Tobio over the course of their friendship. One, he is an obsessed volleyball freak. A prodigy people say. But what (Y/n) sees is a person consumed by passion for the things he loves. And that isn't necessarily bad. Two, he can be quite childish. He fails to control his frustration which later comes off the wrong way whenever he expresses them. But really he means no harm, because when he is happy, he expresses them genuinely. And three, he is quite sensitive. He may want to show that he didn't care, but he actually takes things to heart. He may feel down about a comment, but he will learn to improve from it.

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"For having to teach an idiot like me."

"Oh stop it. Everyone is good and bad at something. We can't all be the perfect prodigy. That's just how things are. You may be bad at studying, but with your volleyball skills I bet you can represent Japan one day." noticing his eyes lit up, she continued. "So in order for you to attend your camp. Let's just try our best okay?"

Kageyama nodded. It was a little embarrassing to have her comforting him like this. But at the same time it brings him immense joy. When he first met her, he would get flutters looking at her cute appearance. Now, he just feels all warm and fuzzy whenever she talks to him. He liked that she didn't judge him or anyone she's ever met. She would scold him sometimes, but at the same time explained her reasoning. And he really appreciated that, how patient she was with him. It does make him guilty, but at the same time he wants to start behaving better. Is this what Suga meant when he said he has a crush on (Y/n)? Kageyama doesn't really know. He will need time to analyze everything.

"(L/n), do you have time during our Spring Tournament?" he tried looking anywhere else but her face.

"You want me to cheer on the club? Sure thing."

"Yes." Hearing her reply made him smile. With a steady gaze he stared straight into her eyes. "Watch me play, (y/n). I'll show you a really strong serve."

(Y/n) could only smile back as she felt butterflies in her stomach. "Then we better get back to studying."

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