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gloxk · 5 months

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hate fuckin w aot plz🙏🏿 like uh what position would they fuck you in when they mad?

Fuck me like you mad at me baby.

(Eren Y. Connie S. Armin A.)

A/N: BEAT THAT COOCHIE UP LIKE YOU MAD AT A BITCH! Sorry it took so long to get your request. But let’s just all agree Eren, Connie, Armin are the big three. I’m not arguing with anyone. It’s true. NOT PROOF READ! 17+

Synopsis: Aot men fucking you after an argument!

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༺Connie༻

—————ON DA WALL.

Connie isn’t going to show you he’s mad, but baby you gonna feel it.

And oh boy you done did it today. After he seen you flirt with a guy…jeez. You really got him walking around in circles trying to not scream at the top of his lungs.

You not going to know he’s mad for a while, after an argument and you THINK everything cooled down it hasn’t. He’s still pissed.

Props to him for controlling his anger (Eren could never.) But when you start sweet talking him again that’s when it comes out.

When you get to rubbing on his chest and start saying “I’m so sorry baby, lemme make it up to you. Please.” with that little whine in your voice…oh best believe he gonna make you sorry for real.

He gives you a small grin and says “Oh for real? You wanna make it up to me?” You should have never even offered because now look at you. Against the kitchen wall crying out how sorry you are.

“You sorry ma? How sorry?” The harshness of his voice craving down on you. You couldn’t even spit out a comprehendible sentence just “Yes mmm so sorry!”

He was satisfied with your sorry, after the second round. I mean after all you did offer…

༺Eren༻

—————FROM DA FRONT.

Now, Eren he’s rough rough when he’s mad. Like oh lord..pray he don’t get his hands on you.

Please run while you can, because after he got you alone you can’t run.

This was especially the case after he found out you followed a guy from your work place, the same guy who continuously flirted with you.

Don’t ask him how he knows, he just does.

“I ain’t dumb mama. So go ahead and do as I asked.” The request was so simple, just unfollow him. But the principle pissed you off, you never told him who to follow and who too not. So you refused. Wrong answer…

Because that refusal sent him through the roof. He just laughed while shaking his head. He tossed you on the bed with no regards.

You never been fucked so hard in your life…The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Eren spat out.

Your poor neighbors, the surely heard the madness that was occurring in your bedroom. But Eren did not give a single fuck.

He had your hair twisted in his fingers while he watched you block ole boy on everything single app you had. “Nuh uh. you ain’t done yet. Block him on spotify.” You were going to learn not to go seeking attention from anyone that wasn’t him.

“Nobody’s better than me mama. You should know better than that.”

༺Armin༻

————— BENT OVA.

You would never expect Armin to act the way he acts when he’s MAD.

Of course he got upset with you before but never something that made you change your view on him.

He always tried to be understanding, always listening to what you had to say and what was wrong. But, today was a little different.

He got so mad that you commented on how his friend looked good. He took it as you wanted his friend, but that wasn’t your intention at all.

“Ah, I see. Well just how good did he look y/n?! Why don’t you just tell him how much you want him to fuck you!” His insecurities were really starting to show. But damn, he just look so fucking hot with his button up shirt slightly undone, and his hair sticking to face. His eyes widened, it was a sexy sight. Armin could tell how turned on you were getting from him slightly raising his voice.

“Fuck—y/n. Stop looking at me like that.” The threw his keys on the table while shaking his head. Armin couldn’t look at you while your hand traveled up his shirt rubbing his abdomen. You were making it so difficult for him to be mad at you right now. Especially since you started begging for him to calm down and let you make him feel better.

The small tugs at his shirt just really got him going. He immediately bent you over on the couch, throwing your clothes everywhere. “Can’t even look at you. So fucking filthy.”

You tried to move away from him pounding your insides, hoping to get a break but no. “What the fuck did I tell you about that shit? Just fuckin take it.” Sluts didn’t deserve a break. They didn’t get that courtesy.

Eventually his hatred turned into love and he started spilling out how much he loved you while he was close to cumming. “I love you so much.” & “You mean the world to me.” & “Wanna make you a mommy.”

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Ah! tysm for 400!

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chosopie · 2 months

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BOOKSTORE - SATORU GOJO

Satoru can read but he just prefers not to.

One day, Suguru decided to bring Satoru to the bookstore with him. “It’ll be fun,” he said.

“Come on, Satoru. You might even find something you’d like.”

“I don’t get the point of books when there are movies. Movies are so much easier to look at and less time-consuming,” Satoru groaned.

As he walked through the aisles, lazily scanning books, he saw you pass by him with a couple of books in your hand.

Satoru was stunned. How could someone be so pretty? Your hair nicely framed your delicate face and your eyes shone with excitement while your looked through the shelves. You were a sight to behold.

“Hey, Suguru. You didn’t tell me this was the place to find hotties. I can’t believe you’ve been gatekeeping this from me!”

Suguru stared at him, unamused. “It’s a library, for fuck’s sake. This isn’t Hooters. People actually go here for the books because, again, it’s a fucking library.”

“Calm down, Suguru. I know you’re mad, but I’ll save the rest of the ladies for you. This one though,” Satoru stared you. “I like her.” His gaze averted to the book you were holding. It was The Picture of Dorian Gray.

He walked closer, his figure towering over your figure. You couldn’t help but turn around and face the guy. “Do you need something?” You asked.

“Ah, I love that book,” Satoru said.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to read this book. What’s it about?”

There was silence. “Dorian Gray.”

“Yeah… what about him?”

“His picture.”

“Okay,” you turned away from him and carried on.

“Goddamnit!” Satoru cursed.

A few days later, Satoru came back to the library, hoping to find you and maybe woo you over. He searched aisle after aisle, but to no avail, he couldn’t find you. He huffed in defeat, his teeth grinding against each other in frustration. He looked down and headed towards the exit. Just when he was about to step outside, he saw you through the corner of his eye, walking towards the tables.

He quickly turned around and ran to the tables, earning him a lot of stares and shushing. You narrowed your eyes. You disregarded his odd behavior and opened the book you had just bought.

“I see,” he pushed his shades up to the bridge of his nose. “Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.”

You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for whatever stupid remark he was going to make. Deep down, you found his stupidity amusing and entertaining. You also thought he was cute, but really annoying and stupid. Sure, not everyone likes books, but why pretend? Was he into you?

“It’s about a salesman who turned into a cockroach and becomes a huge disappointment to his family because he is no longer able to make income,” he proudly smiled. “In a deeper sense, it could be about the absurdity of social roles.”

“Oh, wow. You read it?”

“Yes.” He searched up the summary to impress you.

“Come sit with me. We could read together,” you smiled.

Let’s fucking go.

“Sure. Can I get your Instagram though?”

#rev.writes #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo

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xetswan · 9 months

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Youngest Shadow- Confirming Us

One | two | three | four | five | six | seven

Bella stands by me, getting herself ready for what she’s about to do. It’s the end of the school day and I suck in a deep breath for her. I can not believe she’s actually going through with this.

She starts walking towards the Cullen’s. She makes eye contact with Edward and he immediately gets the message but Rosalie grabs his arm. Bella already disappeared in the trees that bordered the school property. Rosalie says something to him but Alice shakes her head and removes her hand, also speaking. I obviously can’t hear them from here.

Biting the dead skin off my bottom lip nervously I try my best not to cough. Of course I’m still sick, not as bad as yesterday but still up there. Just without the fever.

I watch Edward finally get away from his foster siblings and go to my sister. It feels like my breathing has been shortened. I have a feeling he won’t do anything to her but there’s always a thought in the back of my mind.

“Hey, you okay?” I turn and it was just Angela. “Hm?” I raise a brow. “Oh I was just asking if you’re okay. Since you were pretty sick yesterday.” She smiles, putting her hand on my back causing me to shutter. “I’m better, still sick.” I look away to cough. Her touch makes my chest squeeze and I don’t notice the two staring at me from across the lawn. Or at least I act like I don’t.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” She pouts moving her hand to my shoulder and I nervously laugh. “It’s okay, did you find your prom dress?” I change the subject, her eyes light up in response. “Yes I did. Did you? I wasn’t able to ask since you were so bad yesterday.” She takes her hand back and I felt like a corset was being taken off and I could actually breathe again. “Ah, that’s amazing. I don’t know if I’m going.” I shrug.

She takes my hand and that one feeling comes back. “You have to it will be so fun. And since we don’t have Bella coming we need at least one Swan sister to come.” She tries to convince me. That sentence throws me the wrong way though, I know she didn’t intend it to but I don’t know.

“We could even match colors. My dress is like light pink.”

“I mean if you’d like me to I will.” I tell her with a small smile. “Light pink is such a good choice.” Another voice rings to my right side and both of us jump from the person. I mentally curse once I see who it is. “Oh, um… thank you Alice.” Angela grins at the other girl as I glare at her.

“So, [Name] how’d you sleep last night?” She turns to me and my lips press together angrily. Angela seems confused.

“What an odd question to ask.” I say through my teeth.

“Really? I just wanted to make sure it was nice since Jasper and I left before you woke up.” She sweetly says, my eyes widen.

“I slept fine.” I roll my eyes.

“That’s good! Angela? That’s your name right? I’m going to steal [Name] here for a second.” She doesn’t even let the girl answer nor give me the chance to deny. Taking my arm and dragging me away. I look back at Angela apologetically.

She waves me goodbye, furrowing her eyebrows as she was just as confused as me.

We get into a car where I’m in the backseat, Jasper was in the driver seat. “What was that!?” I pull away from her, my face scrunched with anger.

“Shh.” She tells me and I grunt as I push myself backwards on the seat. “Is this a fucking AA or something? Here to tell each other secrets?” I cross my arms.

“Why are you so mad at us, darling?” Jasper turns to look at me.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I rebuttal.

“Well, you obviously know what we are is that your reason?” He ignores what I had just said. “No I’m just- I’m confused!” I exclaim.

“You’re both together, in a relationship. Immortal I might add that I am not. What do you want from me?”

Their gazes soften. “[Name], you’re our missing piece. You’re ours. You have been for years we only now found you.” Alice tells, still smiling. I think back to my dream.

Their missing piece…

“You still aren’t answering me correctly. Give me an explanation, a good one that doesn’t sound like you’re crazy!” I exasperated.

“I’m some missing piece, whatever! But why me? You don’t know me!” I hold myself trying not to get emotional from how overwhelmed I feel.

“We know more than you think, love.” Jasper says, i glance over to him, motioning for him to keep talking.

“We’ve had this feeling for years, we knew you as humans, [Name]. Years and years ago. You’re the one who would get through our fingers. Your past lives have popped up. And they will continue to do so until you fall for us. You won’t remember until you-“ he cuts himself off, Alice’s eyes bored onto me. “You won’t remember.”

I sit there for a minute in complete silence.

Then I start laughing. “Okay I played into this for a little bit. I actually believed it, I believed my sister too! Is this some sort of prank or something?” I shake my head. “This is good, really. You had me. But knock it off.” I go to open the door but it won’t open.

“Hey, let me out.” I play with the handle and the two just sit there. “I said let me out.” I order, now using to hands.

“[Name],” Alice goes to touch me but I go up against the door. “Don’t touch me.” I smack her away from me and a shock goes through my arm. I gasp not only from how cold she is, even though I already know she is. But something actually shocked me. Not a normal metal shock but like a taser went through my arm.

“We’re telling the truth.” Jasper says lowly, I just scoff.

“Okay, sure and I’m a fucking werewolf. Do you know how crazy this sounds!?” I throw my hands into the air.

“Yes, yes we know.” Alice sadly replied.

“I want proof.” I simply say. “I want to see the speed shit or whatever.”

They look between each other, nodding.

“We can do that but we have to go to an excluded place. Do you trust us enough?” Alice asks me. I sit there for a moment.

“Sure.”

“We need a yes if we leave this parking lot.”

I roll my eyes, “yes.”

And in a quick notion we’re on the road, exhilarating passed the speed limits.

I grip onto the handle above me.

Then we come to a stop, we’re in the forest. “We gotta do some walking.” Jasper warns me, I just nod.

He finally unlocks the child lock he had put on and I get out. I leave my backpack inside the vehicle. Alice and Jasper stand next to me on either side. We start up on this hike trail. We walk in silence. None of us tried to start up a conversation.

“Watch your step.” Jasper warns me and even with that warning I somehow trip. Luckily I don’t fall. My face warms up in embarrassment. They don’t say anything, don’t even crack a smirk or anything. Sort of making me feel better about it.

Then Jasper starts going off trail and I stop in place. “What are you doing?”

“Excluded place, remember, Darling?” Jasper reminds me, I look around trying to think of a way to get out of this. “Right.” I whisper, realizing there isn’t going to be one. I buried my own grave here.

“I’ll be right behind you to make sure you don’t fall.” Alice tells me, trying to reassure me.

I don’t acknowledge what she said, just following Jasper.

It was long until we get to this small spot. “No one’s around.” Alice tells Jasper who nods shortly.

My nerves start rising, I play with the sleeves of my sweater.

“Okay do you have anything else to ask?” Jasper asks and I shake my head. “Just do the speed shit.” I tell trying not to sound panicked but that doesn’t work.

He snickers and Alice stands next to him. Then he’s gone and I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turned he was gone again. I look straight and Alice was gone too. A tap on my back this time and they’re both behind me. I squint at them and then Jasper is gone again. Now hanging on a tree branch.

Alice grins.

He jumps down, it was a high branch so I gasp. Almost going to run to him but he stands with perfect posture.

“Do you believe it now?” Alice teases me, my mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out. “I… I um”

“Are you scared?” Jasper questions me, going back next to his lover.

“Would you be in my position?”

The two laugh. “Yeah, we would.” Alice sighs.

“Well, oddly enough I’m not. I want to know more.” I tell them.

And for the next few days that’s what we do. I learn more about them.

Barely passing by Bella but we both subconsciously knew that each other got our answers.

And with learning about them came.. loving them. Both of them. I never thought I’d be with two people- vampires?

I guess no one thinks they will be with a vampire.

I knew I’d be in a relationship no one would understand in my family. Like being with a woman most likely. But in this odd polyamory love affair I would’ve never guessed.

They were gentle with me. Like a doll.

“Jasper usually has trouble around humans. That’s why he kind of looks like he’s in pain. But with you. It’s like you’re one of us. We still have to treat you with fragile care. Nonetheless you’re made for us.” Alice grins, holding my hand as we walked together on that same trail. Jasper had to help Rosalie and Emmett with something so he couldn’t join us today.

“Do you think there’s something with my blood?” I look at her and she gives me a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Well you guys drink blood. What’s so different about mine?”

She breaks out into a small laugh. “Nothings different it’s just how we are with you. It’s been like that in all of your lifetimes. It’s how we know it’s you. Well we normally know because you always look the same. Same first name too.” She explains, my mouth going into the form of an ‘o’.

“You’re cute.” She gently bumps into me.

And no matter how many times I ask them about my past lives, about how I acted they never answered.

Always saying “you’ll find out when you do.”

It was very frustrating.

“I can see into the future, visions. I can see what a persons up to at this very moment. The future can change though. It’s not always accurate.” Alice tells me and I raise an eyebrow.

“Did you know about Bella and your brother before they came about?” I tilt my head.

“Sort of. I didn’t want to pry.” She says. “Can you do anything special?” I turn to Jasper.

“I can manipulate your emotions. Sort of like an empathetic person. I feel your emotion instead of you.” He explains.

I tilt my head, wanting to know more.

“How come you didn’t do that to me when I was angry with you guys?”

“I didn’t want to have this relationship based off of me manipulating you. I wanted you to feel everything, think for yourself. Make your choice. You’re worth waiting a million years for.” He takes me hand like Alice is but takes it up and kisses it.

I smile to myself, glancing down at the ground.

“We want you to come over and meet everyone.” Alice suddenly says.

“Your sister will be there too.” She adds.

I blink a few times, my chest tightening. “Uh… are you sure?”

“Of course.” Jasper chimes in.

And I felt like throwing up.

The thought of meeting their family made my heart thump quicker than normal.

“Okay… I’ll do it if my sister is there.”

“Great, we will pick you up tomorrow.”

Today I brought my motorcycle myself this time. So I drove home myself. And getting there Jacob and Billy stood outside talking to my dad. Well Billy sat in the car as Jacob was going to get out. I’m guessing to take out the wheelchair.

Getting off my bike, I take my helmet off as I walked over to them. “Hey, squirt!” My dad shouts over to me and I wave.

“Hey guys!” I smile. Jacob comes over and pulls me into a hug. Billy was a bit standoffish but he smiles and greets me as well.

Jacob walks away and goes to set up the wheelchair, Billy gets himself up to sit in it.

That’s when Bella gets dropped off by Edward, Billy and him make eye contact and Billy seemed nervous.

Okay this chapter is a little shorter than normal. I had some things happen so I’ve been busy. But I’m hoping to have two chapters out on Sunday.

And a few requests done.

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frissy · 11 months

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Earth42! Miles Morales x fem!spider/1610!Reader

(Part 1) Part 2

MAJOR ATSV SPOILERS

• Earth 1610 Miles Morales

• You are also a spider person on Earth 1610 with Earth 42 spider DNA like Miles

• Takes place right before, and when Miles (and you) are sent to Earth 42

• possessive Earth 42 Miles

• You and Earth 1610 Miles are not in a romantic relationship

• mentions of death, guns, and blood

• violence

• angst and fluff

• some OOC Earth 42 Miles

• not proofread

Let’s do this.. one more time. Hey, I’m [name] from Earth 1610. You’ve heard the story before, I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for over a year, I’ve been one of Brooklyn’s spider-people, along with my best friend, Miles Morales.

We keep the peace in the city, and we protect it. but.. sometimes it’s hard. Keeping our normal lives balanced with our crime fighting lives… but somehow, we still find time for each other. . End of introduction….

“DON’T LET THEM LEAVE. THEY CAN’T LEAVE.” Miguel O’Hara was shouting out at every other spider person trying to get to you and Miles.

It turns out, you guys were anomalies. You weren’t supposed to be spider-people.

But the chasing was no use, you two already made it to the machine that could send you home.

Somehow, you two managed to get inside as the almost mechanic-looking-spider began to crawl from the celling and read your DNA and build a web around you two to send you home.

But Miguel lunged over, clawing at the web, almost breaking it. He was trying to get to you and Miles. But it was no use. The avatar, who responsible for the machine looked at you and Miles with sympathy. And she pressed the ‘yes’ button to send you home. .

You both were shot onto a roof of an apartment complex. The one that Miles lived in. However he was lucky, and ended up near his room. .

Meanwhile you were shot out onto the roof, hitting your head. On concrete, which knocked you out. .

with miles…

“Miles?” A familiar voice echoed. Entering his room. It was his mom! .

“Mom!” He walked over to her. “what did you do to your hair?”

“nothing? Mom. I have to tell you something. But you have to promise me you won’t get mad.”

“Of course Miles. What is it?”

“you’ll still love me, right?”

“yes of course. Now what is it?”

Miles took a deep breath.

“Mom.. I’m Spider-Man.”

… “who’s Spider-Man?”

his stomach dropped. He tried explaining to her.. but she was brushing him off.

“So, you shoot webs out your butt?” She laughed. “No.. but I did have a nightmare about that once—“

He heard the apartment door open. He felt sick. Even more sick when he heard his voice.

it was his uncle Aaron… but how.

He couldn’t understand what his mom and uncle Aaron were talking about. He was in shock. But Aaron noticed him.

“Miles. Lets go.”

“oh.. okay.” Miles left his room. Walking with his.. uncle out of the apartment onto the roof.

Meanwhile…

“ah.. fuck.” You groaned, standing up. You couldn’t believe you got knocked out like that. You rubbed your head.. then you looked up.

Brooklyn was in shambles. .

Then it all clicked. This, this was not your earth.

You remembered Miguel’s words. .

“BECAUSE OF YOU TWO, THERE’S AN EARTH OUT THERE WITH NO SPIDER-MAN TO PROTECT IT.” .

How stupid could you and Miles have been? The machine reads the spider DNA.

the spider was from Earth 42… not 1610. You were mortified by this Earth’s Brooklyn. .

But it got worse. So much worse. You turned around.. facing a giant brick wall. Miles’s dad was staring right back at you. .

But your own face was looking right back at you too. .

You felt like passing out again. .

You were dead, you were dead in this universe. .

The door to the roof open. Put came Miles… and Aaron. He looked just as mortified as you. Seeing Brooklyn, and the mural.

That’s when you felt a sharp ping in your neck, and the last thing you heard was,

“I TOLD YOU TO WAIT!”

Your body didn’t hit the ground.. someone had caught you in their arms.

“I told you to wait for my signal.” Aaron said looking at his nephew, who held you as if you were as delicate as porcelain.

Who held you how he would always do.

Aaron had Miles slumped over his shoulder.

“I know. Unc.. but couldn’t help it.” .

Aaron sighed, and looked at his nephew who’s looked at your unconscious, breathing figure as if he had just found something that had been lost for a long time.

he looked at you, barely whispering, putting a hand on your cheek. “Mi querida..”

Aaron sighed at his behavior.

“That’s not your girl.” Aaron told his nephew, “Remember that.” He said, pointing at the mural behind him.

Miles didn’t reply. Instead he brought your body closer to him, and held you tighter.

He wanted to feel the ride and fall of your chest.

He wanted to hear your breathing.

And doing that, he felt something he hasn’t felt in so long. .

“I know she’s not my girl.” Miles replied. His voice was shaky and he didn’t take his eyes off you. .

But I can make her my girl.

He thought to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED….

#angst #miles morales #jefferson morales #rio morales #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #oneshot #loss of a loved one #tw mention of crime #earth 42 #miguel o'hara #spider man #earth 1610 #I love Earth 42 Miles so much Omg #miles morales 42 #prowler miles

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writing-blog-iguess · 6 months

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Online Matchup 6

Summery: Y/N gets texts from someone the last person they thought of. In doing so, learns a few things about their sister and who gave out their number.

Warning: swearing, fluff

Words: 3.4K

A/n: Feed back is always welcome, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll

ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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October 23

Y/n (6:30 am) I thought you said you weren’t going to give Conner my number?

Jason I did not

Y/N Then why is he yelling at me for dissing his writing It has been two weeks And he’s still upset about it It’s been three hours since he started texting me And he’s still not done Why is the sunshine boy up at three in the morning anyways? I haven’t answered yet

Jason What the fuck No I didn’t give him your number And he begged me for it Should have known something was up when he stopped asking

Y/N Who the fuck gave him my number?

Jason I don’t know

Y/N Whoever it is, they are dead.

Jason I’ll help But Conner isn’t that bad

Y/N No But he hasn’t stopped being mad at me for what I said He won’t even let me get a word in

Jason He’ll stop, just wait

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Y/n (7:30 am) Are you done?

Conner Nothing to say I see

Y/N It’s been a few years I’m not going to talk about that It’s stupid So why are you even talking about it?

Conner I’m offended

Y/N Then stop

Conner Why are you so mean?

Y/N Because we’re talking about something that happened in the past A past that I do not care for

Conner You were never this mean in high school What happened?

Y/N I moved away and became a different person Gotham has harden my soul Why do you care? We were never friends

Conner Yeah, but you’re my girlfriend’s sister I gotta at least try

Y/N … What?

Conner Ah shit She didn’t tell you?

Y/N W h a t

Conner Pretend I didn’t say that

Y/N NO I CAN’T PRETEND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIENDS SISTER?

Conner Your sister is going to kill me

Y/N CONNER KENT

Conner Has anyone ever told you how scary you can be?

Y/N Yes now answer the question

Conner I mean That’s pretty straight forward

Y/N HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DATING? AND AREN’T YOU LIKE ANCIENT

Conner I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M A FEW MONTHS OLDER THAN HER AND WE’RE BOTH LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THEN YOU And like, almost a year

Y/N WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?

Conner Something to do with her waiting for the right time

Y/N I’m offended

Conner Gonna have to take it up with her

Y/N I can’t, she’s in school Shouldn’t you be in class?

Conner Sick

Y/N That’s bullshit You don’t get sick

Conner I don’t have to explain myself to you You’re not my keeper

Y/N Nah, that’s my sister apparently

Conner Not gonna let that go, are you?

Y/N Nope

Conner Shouldn't you be in class?

Y/N Not until three

Conner Be annoying somewhere else

Y/N Funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you How’d you get my number anyways?

Conner Oh would you look at that! I gotta go

Y/N Bitch

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Y/N (8:10 am) HE’S DATING MY SISTER?

Jason You didn’t know?

Y/N NO YOU KNEW?

Jason I feel like this is a trap

Y/N It’s not, and I’m not mad if you did How long did you know?

Jason Um, couple of months I think They’ve been dating longer though

Y/N Almost a year apparently I’m so mad And I can’t even call her because she’s in school Son of a bitch

Jason Let me know how that conversation goes

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Y/N (11:02 am) Cannot believe you’re dating Conner Kent

Ellie How the fuck do you know that?

Y/N I’m offended

Ellie Hey, you didn’t tell me you were talking to Jason

Y/N That’s different Whatever I have going on with Jason is new And I didn’t want to jinx it You’re dating Conner for close to a year I think that warrants telling your sister

Ellie It never came up?

Y/N Bull. Shit

Ellie You never liked Conner, I was afraid you wouldn’t approve

Y/N I have never said I disliked Conner I may have said he’s annoying sometimes and he’s too bright Hence why I call him sunshine boy

Ellie Do you approve though?

Y/N Does he make you happy?

Ellie Yes

Y/N Then I approve How’d that happen anyways?

Ellie Newspaper

Y/N I still can’t believe you joined the school paper

Ellie I love writing You did it

Y/N That’s because Kate made me I wasn’t there by choice

Ellie Right So, how’d you know?

Y/N Your boyfriend let it slip

Ellie What?

Y/N Which reminds me, did you give him my number

Ellie You know I’d never do that

Y/N Someone did, and he’s not telling me

Ellie Hold on a sec I’ll find out for you

Y/N Someone’s going to die I just don’t know who

Ellie (12:15 pm) Try not to kill Conner, I really like him Also, some guy named Tim I think that’s his friend or something

Y/N That son of a bitch

Ellie Do you know him?

Y/N Not personally, but yeah

Ellie Have mercy on his soul

Y/N Don’t you know him?

Ellie Why would I know Tim?

Y/N Isn’t Conner friends with the Waynes?

Ellie I think so…?

Y/N Eleanor You have been dating Sunshine Boy for almost a year And you don’t know?

Ellie Don’t call me that It makes me feel like I’m in trouble

Y/N Eleanor Stop deflecting

Ellie Okay, yes he’s friends with the Waynes I just never personally met them yet They kind of scare me

Y/N I’m ashamed to call you my sister

Ellie EXCUSE ME HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?

Y/N YES I’m talking to one of them, remember?

Ellie JASON’S A WAYNE?

Y/N Did I not mention that?

Ellie NO YOU BURIED THE LEAD ON THAT ONE

Y/N Oopsie

Ellie DON’T OOPSIE ME Y/N

Y/N Welp, gotta go

Ellie BITCH GET BACK HERE WE’RE NOT DONE Y/N

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Y/N (12:20 pm) Your brother is dead to me

Jason I have like four You need to be more specific

Y/N Tim

Jason Ah, yeah okay that tracks

Y/N Tell him to count his days I’m coming for him

Jason All this over a phone number

Y/N He doesn’t even know me Why would he do this?

Jason I don’t know I personally think he likes the drama

Y/N I hope he knows the consequences

Jason He’ll find out once he meets you Conner finally confessed?

Y/N Not to me

Jason Had a conversation with your sister I take it

Y/N Apparently, I had this ‘I don’t like him’ vibe going on And that’s why she didn’t want to tell me Which fair, I didn’t like anyone in high school much But Conner was okay

Jason And now they’re dating

Y/N Which I find bizarre but if she’s happy then it’s whatever

Jason Did you threaten Conner if he ever broke her heart

Y/N … No Excuse me please

Jason I am so glad he’s not my friend

–

Y/N You break Ellie’s heart I’m coming for you

Conner I would like to see you try

Y/N I will try And I will win

Conner Don’t know how, you know jack shit about me

Y/N I’ll ask Ellie once her broken heart is mended And then I will be coming for you

Conner Well, that won’t happen I don’t plan to hurt her

Y/N I hope so Cuz you’ll be dealing with me And I can be your worst nightmare

Conner Don’t you have a boyfriend to kiss?

Y/N Don’t you have girlfriend to kiss?

Conner I do and I’m about to go see her

Y/NNo Nope I don’t want to hear about your relationship Especially not you

ConnerAwe come Y/N Afraid of a little pda?

Y/NThat’s my sister you’re talking about Be careful Oh, before I forget Pass a message to Tim for me? Tell him he better watch his back

Conner SHE RATTED ME OUT

Y/N Sir, she is my sister She is my best friend And we’ll tell each other things you wish you could hear

Y/N I think I scared him

Jason He probably deserved it

Y/N Hey, what do you mean Conner’s not really your friend? Didn’t you hang out last weekend?

Jason Conners more Tim’s friend then he is mine And yes but only because I was doing something for Tim

Y/N He couldn’t have done it?

Jason Probably But I was coming out there anyways so I volunteered

Y/N You know what I think?

Jason No and I don’t think I want to know But you’re going to tell me anyway

Y/N Even though you claim you don’t like your family very much I think you secretly like your family You just hide it well Jason? Oh no I said something you didn’t like I’m sorry

Jason (4:20 pm) It’s okay So Wanna do something tonight?

Y/N: Ah, he speaks

Jason Okay, yeah that was kind of deserved I’m sorry for just disappearing on you earlier

Y/N It’s okay There will probably be times where I will do the same thing I just need some patience from you And I’ll be patient with you

Jason At least your honest

Y/N I just really don’t want to fuck this up

Jason I second that So, do you want to?

Y/N Do I want to what?

Jason Seriously? I asked like two seconds ago

Y/N Okay, but in my defense I am ~distracted~

Jason With another boy? How could you

Y/N Okay, first of all fuck you And second of all I’m trying to find the books I need

Jason Only if you’re going to help

Y/N I have some regrets right now

Jason Did you forget your library card again?

Y/N No, this time I actually remembered

Jason I’m proud of you for that

Y/N Mm, can’t tell if your being sarcastic or not

Jason 100% serious

Y/N Well damn Now I’m flustered

Jason Oh? Information to store away

Y/N I feel like I made a mistake

Jason Only time will tell

Y/N So, what was the question again?

Jason Scroll up?

Y/N Respectfully, no

Jason Lol okay Would you like to do something tonight?

Y/N Really trying to get to the fifth date I see

Jason Nah, I can wait for that I just wanted to hang out

Y/N Your brothers don’t need help tonight?

Jason Surprisingly no, they don’t. Are you trying to get out of hanging out with me?

Y/N Uh, no I’ve got a project I’m working on I don’t want to bore you

Jason Nonsense I can bring something to read It’d be nice to sit around and relax

Y/N If you're sure

Jason I’m sure I’ll bring food

Y/N You know where I live

Jason All I had to do is say food and you're in? Very easy to please huh?

Y/N I wouldn’t say that But yes, I’m very easy to persuade when foods involved

Jason Any food allergies?

Y/N Not that I’m aware of

Jason Alright I’ll text you when I’m on my way

Y/N Okay But don’t get to offended if I don’t respond There will be a chance I’ll turn off my phone once I get home I don’t want to get distracted Especially if Conner wants to yell at me some more

Jason Thanks for the warning

–

True to your word, you hadn’t answered when Jason messaged you. But he wasn’t too worried, earlier while he was busy at home, you had sent a message saying you got home fine and that you’ll be shutting off your phone soon.

Jason had been too busy to answer, but his heart swelled at the care you seemed to have for him. That you knew he’d worry about you without having to say something. Sure, his family cared about him but there was something different when you cared.

He shot a text back saying he’d be coming soon before going about cleaning his guns.

An hour later, he was finished and left his apartment with food on his mind.

The sound of knocking at your door broke your concentration. You blinked back to awareness just as another round of knocks sounded.

“Come in!” you called, leaning back from the coffee table to stretch. You let out a noise of satisfaction when your bones cracked.

“You should have your doors locked when you're home alone,” Jason called, closing the door behind him. “You never know what creep might come in.”

“Yeah, but I knew you were coming and I tend to hyper focus on my work,” you answered, turning around to watch Jason walk into the living room, carrying a couple of boxes of pizza. “Saves me the trip of opening the door.”

“There was a chance that it wasn’t me behind the door,” he said, setting the boxes down after you made some room for them.

“No, but I don’t have people come over.”

“What about your friends?”

“They have a key, and come unannounced. Aside from my neighbours, you're the only one who knocks.”

“Still, gotta be more cautious,” Jason warned, grunting as he sat on the floor beside you. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate, only making idle conversation. The conversations ranged from what your favourite things are to embarrassed stories growing up, to darkest secrets.

Jason had kept his lips sealed with his secrets, but you weren’t mad about it. They were his, and his alone. If he didn’t want to share, he didn’t have to. And you made sure he knew you understood.

When there were only a few slices of pizza, and your stomach was full did you turn back to your homework. Reluctantly, you rather talk to Jason then do homework. But it wasn’t going to finish by itself and you needed the grade.

“Do you always work in silence?” Jason asked as he stood to stretch.

“Usually I have music playing, but the neighbours kept complaining about the noise level. And I don’t like blasting music in my ears,” you answered, and gestured towards your collection of CDs. “Help yourself if you find anything you like.”

Jason wandered over and whistled. “That’s quite the collection.”

“What can I say? Started it when I was, I don’t know, ten? And just kept collecting,” you said absentmindedly, “same goes with my books.”

“Let’s see what we have here,” Jason mumbled as he looked through them. “Classical, pop, rock, metal, jazz? Man you have a little bit of everything huh?”

“Yup.”

“Oh ho ho, what’s this?” Jason sang, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to watch Jason pull out a familiar CD. “A mixed CD? I didn’t know you were the type.”

You jumped up and tripped over the couch when you launched yourself over it. Picking yourself up from the floor, you ran and jumped onto Jason’s back, reaching for the CD he held above his head.

“Holy shit,” he grunted at the impact, stumbling forward, trying to regain his balance. “You’re a lot heavier than you look.”

“That is not something you tell a person,” you muttered, making a noise as you tried to reach for the CD. “Give it back.”

“What’s on there? Porn?”

“No,” you said, flustered, “why would I do that?”

“No you're right, you’re not that type of person,” he mused, moving the CD further from you. He glanced up and laughed. “I didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up,” you squealed and shouted in victory when you succeeded in grabbing the CD from him. “Ha!” you said and jumped off him, you left the room to hide the mixed tape elsewhere.

“You know, there isn’t a hiding place here that I couldn’t find,” Jason said dryly when you walked into the living room.

“That I have no doubt,” you replied, sitting back on the floor. “But that cd is not one I would like to listen to right now.”

“Is it embarrassing?”

“Yes. I rather not cringe at all the memories those songs will bring.”

“That’s a juicy story I can tell,”he said, turning back to back your collection.

“Only if you tell me your death story,” you shot back. When Jason said nothing, you nodded. “I thought so.”

“Okay, so we both have stories we don't want to talk about,” he confessed, “doesn’t mean they’re great.”

“Agree to disagree.”

Silence settled between the two of you as you continued with your paper and Jason kept looking through your CDs. A few minutes later, the room was filled with Tchaikovsky.

“Never thought you’d be a Nutcracker fan,” you commented as the first song started.

“Sometimes you just want to listen to the classics,” he said, moving towards your bookshelf. “Do you mind?”

You looked up to see him gesturing towards your books. You shook your head and went back to your paper. “I thought you were gonna bring a book.”

“I forgot it at home.”

“Too excited to come see me?” you teased.

“No, I had food on my mind,” he teased back and laughed at the look you gave him. “And you, I was also thinking about you too.”

You hummed, watching as he finally picked a book and made his way to the couch. He plopped down, he moved around a bit until he was comfortable before opening the book. You tilted your head trying to read the title and smiled.

“You’re full of surprises, Jason,” you said before turning back towards the coffee table again.

“So are you,” he shot back, and that was the end of the conversation. For a while, the only sounds were the music, the occasional page flipping and a pencil scratching against paper.

There was a peace that settled with the two of you as you did your own things. A peace that both of you haven’t felt in awhile, so much that you kind of forgot the presence of the other person.

You stayed on the floor most of the time, only getting up to use the bathroom and to switch out the CDs once they finished. A couple of hours later, your homework was finally done, you sat back and stretched.

“Hey, I just remembered I have som-” you cut yourself short when you looked up to see Jason fast alseep on the couch. You weren’t sure at what point he had fallen asleep, but it looked like he needed it.

So, instead of waking him up, you let him sleep. Standing up, you reached down to grab the Jane Austen book he was in the middle of reading. You made sure to bookmark it in case he wanted to finish it the next time he was over.

Setting it on the coffee table, you made your way over to turn down the music until it was just softly playing before grabbing a blanket to cover Jason with.

“Rest well,” you whispered as you tucked in him slightly. “I think you need it.”

You turned back to your bookshelf and grabbed a book for yourself before going to sit back on the floor where you were doing your homework and started reading.

Jason woke up to his phone vibrating against his leg. He blinked, confused about where he was. The ceiling he was looking at didn’t look like his, and the last thing he remembered was reading on the couch. At your house.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled, as the puzzle pieces fell together. “I fell asleep.”

“Turn it off,” came a mumble from beside him. He turned his head to find you leaning against the couch, head tilting up fast asleep. “Five more minutes, Mom. I’m tired.”

Smiling, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and glared at the name that flashed across his screen. “What do you want, Tim?”

“Where are you?” Tim asked instead of answering. “You were supposed to be here like, two hours ago.”

“I told you I wasn’t going out tonight. Bruce knows this, so does Dick and they said they were okay with it.”

“Yeah, but you promised.”

“You and I both know, I didn’t promise shit,” he whispered, “whatever it is, you’ll have to deal without me.”

“Its not the same,” Tim whined. “And why are we whispering?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re with Y/N aren’t you?” Tim asked, and Jason could tell he was smiling.

“You know, I hope that whatever Y/N does to you, you’ll suffer,” Jason snapped and tried to keep his laugh in at the “hey!” Tim yelled.

“What did I ever do to them? We haven’t even met!”

“Enough that they’re out for blood,” Jason said, not wanting to elaborate. “I have to go.” He hung up before Tim could question him further, and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Turning his head to look at you again, he thought about what to do next.

Sleeping on the floor like that couldn’t be comfortable and he knew should wake up and leave, but it was late and he wanted to let you sleep. Instead, he slowly got off the couch without waking you. He went to the bathroom before going around the apartment to lock the windows and doors, and turned off the lights that were on.

He made his way back to the living room, and gently picked you up before setting you back down on the couch. He tucked you in with the blanket you had given him.

Satisfied that you were safe in your own apartment, he turned to leave. But before he could, something grabbed his arm, stopping him. He stalled and turned around slowly, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed you staring at him.

“It’s late, Jason,” you mumbled, “I’m not going to let you go home this late.”

“How are you going to stop me?” Jason challenged. Instead of answering, you tugged his arm hard enough to make him stumble towards you. He braced himself against the back of the couch, preventing him from falling completely onto you. “You’re very bold when your half asleep,” he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him and tugged on his arm again.

“Shut up and lay down,” you mumbled, trying to get up from the couch. Jason moved to sit down beside you. “I’m too tired to move to my bed. So, you can take my bed or share the couch.”

He watched as you curled up on the one side of the couch and moved the blanket so he could have some too. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “I don’t make the people I care about leave in the middle of the night. You never know what could happen on the way home.”

Touched, and not wanting to make you worry, Jason took the corner of the blanket you weren’t using and settled down on the couch. He didn’t fall asleep right away. Opting instead to read more of his book. Within minutes of reading, however, sleep claimed him.

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Switching Roles

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m), praise kink, rope bondage, rope play, dom reader, use of cock ring.

Word Count: 3535

Summary: After last time, you wanted to give ropes another try with at least one of your Yautjas. Vic'tao is the victim this time. This is one of the few times he lets you dominate him, you had to take the chance and run with it.

Author Note: I decided to switch the roles. Ah, I'm so funny. Anyhow, hope you enjoy getting a Yautja to beg and whimper.

P.S. Also, those interested in 'The Monarch'. I am working on it, I promise. I'm just trying to figure the best route to go!

Ao3

Masterlist

After last time, you’ve learn what to do and not to when it came to ropes and Yautjas. Those last ones you’ve used were ripped as if they were cotton, left to be shreds on the floor. Vic’tao disregarded them so easily and had you pinned the moment his patience snapped.

A lesson had been learned.

Countless hours of research and testing, you finally believed you had gotten your hands on a rope they couldn’t destroy while it held comfort. Those two points were what mattered when it came to tying your lovely hunters and doing whatever you wanted with them. Comfort and durability.

The rope was soft and glided across your skin without causing any pain or burns. Perfect. If it didn’t hurt your fragile skin, you knew it wouldn’t them either. Yet, when it came to keeping either of them tied up without fraying or snapping. That was a whole different situation. That was something you couldn’t test on yourself. Instead, you had decided to have Uihoy try his damn hardest, nails, claws, and all to break it.

It held up without wear or tear. You were giddy when leaving his workspace. A newfound joy blazed your heart with life. Now, it was ready to be used on Vic’tao and Uihoy when the time came.

That opportunity came. Sooner rather than later.

Vic’tao was reluctant to allow you to tie him once more with rope. Last time you had, he simply tore them apart and had his way with you. Well, until Uie had interrupted him. The damn elder didn’t let him come that night or touch you to possibly relieve his frustrations.

When the fabric slide across his scales though, Vic immediately noticed the difference. This wasn’t the same one as before. As he knelt before you, barely shorter than your standing form, he eyed you with suspicion. You noticed and patted the top of his head like a pet. “It’s going to be okay, love. You remember your signals?” you asked and stopped what you’re doing. He was your main focus right now.

This sort of deal was different compared to what he’s used to. Always the dominate one. He took command over you and Uihoy. He wasn’t always a nice dom though. That’s way you had to keep a watchful eye and ear out for him. You had to read his body language encase he didn’t want to continue. Despite being a deadly creature, you knew they had soft hearts that you loved to care for.

The Yautja nodded his head, tresses swaying with the movement. “Good boy. Remember, if you don’t like something, tell me. I will never be mad at you, alright?” you stated firmly and pulled the strand of rope in hand. His body rocked forward at the movement. Vic nodded again. This time, you shook your head at him. “Words, baby, words. I need to hear you.”

If his species could visbly blush, the skin around his mandibles would be flushed neon green. Vic felt vulnerable in this position. At the same time, he knew he trusted you fully and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes, I will tell you. Promise.” You purred at his statement with a glowing smirk. He felt his cock push at his closed sheath, growing with the blood rushing.

A gentle kiss was place between his brows. Vic chirped. Then, you returned to your mission of binding him to your will. He looked so gorgeous like this. It filled you with a power that you loved to taste and feel flowing through your veins. Just like last time. Yet, he wasn’t going to escape this time. Not again. Not on your watch.

You pull a familiar box to your side and dug through it. With a raised thigh, you were able to keep the contents hidden from sight. Vic’tao was strict about not using a blind fold on him. His sight was something he needed, and you respected that.

The corners of your mouth was pulled high as you glanced at the giant out of the side of your eye. Said alien tilted his head and clicked at with questions. “You’ll see soon enough,” you responded and carefully moved closer to him. The items in hand were held behind your back. “Now, I need you to be really good for me. Think you can do that?” It was all teasing him, testing him due to the last time something similar happened. Uihoy made him learn you were in control. You were seeing if that still sticks, if he remembers who’s the boss.

Vic’tao groaned from deep in his chest and bowed his head. His skin was set ablaze, fire running along the scales that covered him. Yet, you didn’t move or touch him. You needed him to answer. A ability he didn’t know if he had that moment.

From the depths of his brain, he mauled over his thoughts before whining. He lifted his head to look at you with raised brows. Like a puppy dog begging for a piece of bacon. You cooed and cupped one of his lower mandibles. “I know sweet boy. But I need you to say that you’ll be good, okay?” you said, voice honeyed and soft in the air. He keened and strained his bindings.

They didn’t fray or make a sound. You smirked widely.

He released a huff of warm air, body relaxing. “I’ll be good,” he grumbled, eyes drifting back to the floor. You couldn’t help the echo of a giggle in the room.

Then, your hands touched him where he needed you the most. The softness of your palms and delicacy of your fingertips had him purring up a needy storm. Until he felt something wet and cool touch his tip. Immediately his eyes he didn’t know were closed shot up to find a silicone ring he’s seen before. You roll it down the length of his cock, over the pulsing knot at his base, to sit snug around the hilt. His body was trembling with buzzing energy. An energy that needed to be used before he burst from these blasted ropes and take you. He purred thicker at the thought and watched you.

“Pauk me,” he groaned and jerked his hips up into your hands. You released your hold on him and stared down at the cock ring nestled perfectly. The vibrator was a nice touch but not one you were going to use on him this time. No, a heavier, high powered one was better than that one.

You twisted your torso and reached back into your box of goodies. A soft pink vibrator was pulled out into the light of day. Vic’tao paused, eyes zeroing in on the newly shown device. Countless times, he’s seen it in action on you.

Never on him.

There was a curious gnat that buzzed in the back of his mind. It poked and prodded with a need to know. A remainder of his youngblood self. He’s felt the one attached to that blasted ring before. Tortured and edged to the brink. And that one was small. It had made little noise, produced little energy in the air. This one. He’s heard before. Thrice the power than the other one.

Trickles of uneasy dribbled into his veins as he eyed the toy. You set it down next to you and rested your hands on his lower mandibles. With a soft tug, you were able to lift his head up to meet his gorgeous striking eyes once more. “Do you want me to touch you some more?” you tease and let a hand slide down to his naked throat. You feel him swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.

His spilt tongue darted out to taste the tense air. Almost, his eyes rolled into his head as he scented your arousal. The sight something you read and lightly tapped him. He chuffed at the distraction and strained at the ropes once more. They didn’t give once. He growled and tried to shuffle closer to you.

The peaceful hold on his throat turned threatening. Your nails bit into his flesh, dull but held a promise that had his blood singing. Instinctively, his body froze at the silent command. It was you who was in charge. You made that clear. “Stay,” you ordered and squeezed to further set in stone what the situation was.

Despite his dominate personality, his cock jumped, slapping against his abdomen. The neon green head already leaking with sticky precum. You eyed him, gaze drawn down towards the movement. A gracious lift of your lips had his blood evaporating from his form.

If he believed he had died and gone to Cetanu’s hunting ground before… When he saw you lean down, mouth opening, he truly knew his soul had left him completely. But it wasn’t until your lips surrounded the tip that he knew his fate was sealed.

Your thickly muscled tongue found his slit easily and forged a path with that muscle. His heart stuttered in his chest, barely able to work in these conditions. Vic’tao’s hands clenched into his fists, desperate to saw through the rope. He needed you so badly that you didn’t know. He’s never felt this way before. Not in this way.

A keen broke the quiet of the air. The Yautja above you squirmed once more in his bonds but they held steady, not making a sound of complaint. You continued to lave at the head of his cock with just your tongue sliding between the valley of his slit at the tip. He kept twitching, harshly with a lust you were soon to fulfill.

That’s when you decided to let the palm on his cheek drop down to his balls. Soft fingertips brushed against his tight sac. Unlike your own species, they weren’t fully hung low. The skin was taut but thick, not exposing the most important part of him out to the world. Yet, it was still sensitive.

It sent spikes of pleasure racing up his spine. His whole body shivered and trembled worse than a leaf. You felt them throb and pull up into his pelvis. Vic’tao’s cock pulsing heavily with need just resting in your mouth. There was no other place you wanted to be. Him, on the other hand, wanted to be buried to the hilt inside of you, seed filling your womb and knot sealing all of him inside of you. The perfect place to be.

Compared to other times, he felt ready to come so soon. Yet, something he learned from last session like this, the silicone ring around his base prevented him from coming easily. His cock jumped, slipping from your mouth to slapping with a wet noise against his stomach again. You straightened your back to watch him twitch with his hips thrusting for any kind of friction. The cock ring was working heavily in your favor. You felt pride enter your bloodstream to have already so close with little time.

“Aww, sweet thing. I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” you said with a honeyed tone. Your fingers brush against the underside of his pulsating shaft. Right when they were about to grace his tip, you pulled away and placed a kiss on an upper mandible. The male choked and tried to break his bonds once more.

He was desperate for your touch and you took it away when you were about to touch him where he needed you most. “It’s alright, love. I’m going to take care of you. Be patient though. Can you do that for me?” you taunted and shuffled away from him. Vic’tao attempted to follow you like the lost puppy he is. “Stay.”

Just with one word, he stopped in his tracks. His whole demeanor has changed. His eyes were blown wide, slightly giving him a pathetic look you were eating up. You tapped the area between his mandibles with a finger. “Good boy.”

One of the most woeful whines pierced the quiet air. You raised a brow at him with a question within your eyes. From the edges of your vision, Vic’tao’s long, neon green cock twitched. More precum leaking from the tip and rolling down the length of him. Before it could go to waste, you used a finger to swipe it up and lick it off of your fingers.

Vic’tao felt something shatter inside of him. All thoughts of staying a hint of preserved was lost to the sea that consumed his mind. With all of strength, he pulled and fought against his bonds. Fully.

They did not break. They did not creak. They did not give.

It shocked him out of that state. His gaze snapped up to your smirking features. A glint of pride and courage shined at him. He growled and tried to escape once more. Claws and muscles used against the simple fabric holding him in place. Nothing happened. He was truly stuck. Presented to your will. The realization sunk into his bones, settling far deeper than he wanted.

What he wanted was you. And you were being a damn tease! He could almost cry those salty tears like you at this.

Once more, you scooted close to him and rested a palm on his chest. ”Aww, poor baby. do you want me to take care of it for you?” The other hand came to squeeze at those beautiful thighs of his. Despite whatever dignity was left in his lustful body, he rapidly nodded his head. He swore he heard you purr with delight.

“Alrighty, I’ll let you come. You best be good and listen to when I say to.” Vic’tao chirped and dipped his head again. The words were really going in one ear and out the other. All he knew was the ring was being removed. Then he could come at least on you. Maybe you’ll let him push into you. Any hole. He wasn’t going to complain where.

You petted his thigh before carefully using two hands to slide the ring off of him. It was difficult without hurting him or having to cut the band. His knot had grown to its full size, a sign that told you he so desperately close. With some luck and lube, you were finally able to remove it and place it next to the box.

More precum dribbled down in thicker spurts. A couple of finger swipes prevented those from touching the bedroom’s ground. Vic’tao growled and snarled each time you did so but didn’t come. And you praised him for that.

Now, as you sat back to admire this sweet thing desperate for touch – for your touch, you mauled over what to do next. He deserved his release. Where though? There were so many different options and routes to go.

A part of you wanted to loosen the ropes that tied his hands together behind his back. Then he could bend you over at your command and fuck you with his knot and hard cock. That feels like you were giving control back over to him. You didn’t want that. He was yours to do what you pleased to do with.

Instead, you rested your upper forearms on his thick thighs. Vic’tao’s cock now presented in front of you, gorgeous and leaking. It jumped again, bouncing off of his abdomen once more. “Don’t come until I tell you, okay sweet thing?” you ordered him with hooded eyes.

He swallowed the thick lump in his throat and dipped his head. The smirk on your features wasn’t going away anytime soon. By god, you could eat him up when he’s like this. So handsome, strong, fearless, and sounds like heaven. “Good boy.” You snatched the middle of his cock before he could move away from you. He pulsed like his strong, steady heart in your grasp. “Yeah, you like that.” It was the perfect amount of talking he liked. Just enough to keep him from drifting off to lavish in the pleasure that you gave him.

With your tongue, you pressed it flat against the underside and licked up. Just from that, you could see how much a struggled to stop from coming. Guilt rose up inside of you. You couldn’t let him suffer for much longer like this. It almost broke your heart. He’s been good long enough. He’s been your good Yautja for you. All for you.

“You’ve been so good, Vic’tao. So very good. I want you to come down my throat. Can you do that, love?” The question and words almost completely flew over his head due to what you first said. It had distracted him. But once more, he nodded needily and jerked his hips up at you.

You wrapped your lips softly around the tip and suckled while your tongue played with his underside. With a hand firmly around him, he couldn’t move or accidentally twitch. Not this time. He wasn’t escaping you again. He was yours to consume now.

A choked roar sounded from the back of his throat. He cried out, hands clawing at the ropes without much thought. Vic’tao needed something to hold onto. He needed something to ground himself with. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t.

His hips rocked harshly forward. The hand around him prevented anything bad from happening. That didn’t stop you from taking him as deep as possible the moment before he came undone. He filled your throat completely. With both his cock and thick cum. You swallowed the best you could around, further stroking him and prolonging his orgasm.

The palm around his base felt the ball of flesh that made up his knot harden. A huge gush of cum spurted from his tip, immediately going down your throat. You forced him further into you and felt the familiar bulge form in your throat. A sight he loves to see. Unfortunately, this position didn’t offer that to him.

Vibrations from a groan raced up his length. He gasped, muscles bulging with all of he’s worth. This orgasm kept going and going and going. You were milking him dry with just your mouth and hand alone. Then, you looked up at him through your lashes.

He felt himself snap again. But there was nothing he could do besides sit and endure your torture. Until these ropes were removed.

Your lips were pushed against his knot, unable to take anymore. An even suction was kept on him and pulled as much cum from as possible. Your eyes stayed locked with his, unable to look away. You felt him twitch deep in your throat.

That’s when you finally felt the burn of your lungs calling for oxygen. All good things must come to an end. You pull off of him with a loud ‘pop!’ and gasp for needed air. Pants filled the tense atmosphere, both from Vic’tao and yourself. Yet, your eyes never left him as you straightened your back and wiped the dribble off from your chin. When you shifted on your knees, they brushed against the forgotten vibrator. Well, there’s always next time.

Both of your hands cupped at his cheeks as you smiled softly. You licked at your lips before speaking. “You did so well for me. How do you feel? The ropes aren’t hurting you, are they?” It was your turn to care for him. He was yours to care for in the aftermath.

Vic’tao grunted to clear his throat. “Off,” is all he rasps. Concern filled your veins to the brim, overflowing into your body. In matter of seconds, you were racing to pull at the ropes that kept him tied up. Quickly, they were loosened until they fell off of him.

He pounced.

His heavily, lean body shoved you back and hovered over you. Some of his weight resting on you and kept you between a rock and a hard place with nowhere else to go. His face buried into the crook of your neck, tongue lavishing against the sweat building up there. A groan rumbled through his chest.

Now that he was free, he humped his hips against your mound, unable to slip in. A pathetic whine escaped him. “Please.” It had hit you. He’s still in his sub mindset, despite the ropes now removed from his body. A grin grew on your face. All worries before were wiped away. But it fell away as you put a honeyed expression on.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” you spoke calmly and ran your hand over one of his upper mandibles. You reached between your two bodies and grasped at him. Vic’tao hissed, eyes clenched shut. With that hold on him, you guided him to where he needed to be. At the feel of you, he thrusted forward, almost entering you. But the slick and cum that coated had him slipping away.

Vic’tao growled with sexual frustration that ended with a whine. “I know, love. It’ll be okay. You can use me.” At your words, he left himself finally enter you with a breathy moan. “Yeah that’s it,” you groaned with him, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

And the rest was history. Sticky, wet, exhausted history.

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geonwooz · 6 months

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Hii! Could you do a scenario or headcanon of Hong Woo-jin being a father? I'm sorry if it's not understood but English is not my first language haha

♡ WRONG SINCE KINDERGARTEN — HONG WOOJIN

dad!woojin x fem!reader (ft. baby misun) | wc : 0.7k | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, comedy-crack, fluff, dad!woojin being protective (and unreasonable) af | loki's lines : might do some headcanons too!

“okay, baby. i will see to that, but just don’t tell your dad.”

you told your daughter, knowing very well how your husband would react to the news.

so much for keeping it a secret. you mentally slapped yourself, seeing the aforementioned male standing near the doorway, looking at you skeptically.

hong woojin tilted his head in confusion, unwilling to believe his wife and daughter were actually hiding something from him.

“don’t tell me what?” he asked, immediately turning towards your daughter when you didn’t answer. “what is it, misun-ah?” the smile on his face brightened, and you bit your lip, knowing it was a tactic to get the news out of your child.

deceive her into thinking you are not mad, and then get to know everything.

and of course, the young child took very much after her father, and wasn’t the type to keep things to herself — especially when she had a hard time controlling her expressions and lying.

“a boy kissed me at school today,” she blurted, unaware of the storm she created. “during our break-time.”

woojin’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open, staring in disbelief at you and his daughter.

“i’m sorry? what now?” he scooted closer, crouching near the child as you did. “did i hear that right?” you nodded as he looked towards you, snapping him out of his trance.

“a boy …” misun spoke slowly this time, genuinely believing her father didn’t hear her. “… kissed me … at school.” you sat on the floor, ready to enjoy the show.

“kissed you? where did he kiss you?”

“everywhere.”

“every … where?” woojin’s brows were furrowed, repeating the words he heard multiple times in his head to make sense of it. “where is everywhere?” he had a hard time believing his daughter was kissed at school.

but then again, he also thought about how misun was his daughter and that it was inevitable which such a face that she — but how could this unnamed boy try to steal his beloved misun using kisses?!

“like …” misun trailed off, gesturing to her entire face. “everywhere.”

woojin stood up from his place, turning as he grabbed his keys that were lying around.

“okay, then. let’s go meet him.” he had the most solemn look on his face, and for a second, even you panicked, thinking he’d actually drive to your daughter’s playschool.

“woojin, please don’t–”

“no, no, we must go see him. he needs to know the father of the girl he kissed.” misun looked terrified at her father’s behavior, turning towards you for help. “he needs to know your father is a really good boxer, misun-ah. should we take uncle gunwoo with us too?”

you sat there speechless, covering your face with your hands as you contemplated the life choices you made to get married to him.

“stop it, woojin!” you held your daughter close, covering her, so she didn’t have to see the extravagantly exaggerated expressions he did. “you are scaring her with your overreacting,” you complained, pursing your lips as he frowned.

the male took a deep breath as he held out his hands for his daughter to hold. “did you kiss him back, misun-ah? you didn’t, right?” he inquired, causing your mouth to fall open as your eyes widened.

misun had the same expression as you — except hers was more of disgust while you were shocked. “of course, i didn’t! ew, boys are gross. yuck!” she shuddered, bringing the biggest smile onto woojin’s face.

“yes! boys are gross! totally yuck!” he smiled as he spoke, playing with your daughter’s hands. “never kiss them, okay? at least until you are older.”

the last few words were under a whisper barely audible.

you held misun’s face, giving her a little smile. “yep, and the yuckiest one of them all is your father.” you and your daughter laughed at the joke you made, especially with the ‘hmph’ you got out of woojin.

“now go change so we can go to the park!” you hurried your daughter, smiling fondly as she ran to her room before turning to look at the grumpy male beside you.

“me? the yuckiest one? really?”

“you said it yourself; boys are yucky.”

woojin cracked a smile, chuckling as he stared at you. “i never thought i’d have to worry about misun kissing anyone at such a young age. kids move so fast these days.” he shook his head.

“kissing has always been normal, jagiya.” you teasingly patted his head. “even kindergartners back in my days did.” you hid your laugh as woojin furrowed his brows, twice as confused as he was before.

“well, i might’ve been doing all this wrong since kindergarten then.”

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ruhorih4ra · 6 months

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Good night! 🐏 I came from hell to bring you a slightly unhinged Mc heheh. It's a little bit dark, violent too. (Poquito 🤏🏻)

Also kind of poorly edited jasjajsja

Part 11.

Get out of my way 🌈

Lilith sat down and patted the ground beside her. “Sit down with me, please.” You obeyed and silently prepared for what you knew would come next. “Lili-” She raised her hand. “Four.”

Thursday

The self proclaimed yucky otaku followed you like a second shadow, he didn’t try to approach you or something of the sort, he was just there. Admittedly, that was surprising, Leviathan had left his comfort zone to come everyday to RAD and attend as a normal student would.

“I didn’t remember Levi being so shy, it’s kind of cute.” Lilith was walking beside you but her eyes were on her brother.

You decided to tease Levi a little. “Fancy meeting you here, Levi. I thought you would be stuck in your bed.” His eyes lit up, he seemed happier than ever. “Ah, I thought you would stay in the house of lamentation since Lucifer gave you a free week but then you weren’t there and I had to come and made sure you were saf-” He started rambling at an incredibly fast pace, nervously playing with his hands and avoiding eye contact. “Leviathan.” You cut him off and he flinched, you had called him by his full name again. “I’m sorry. It must be annoying to hear a useless shut-in otaku like me.”

“It is. It is pretty annoying.” You said indifferently. Leviathan wasn’t expecting that. You always reassured him and showered him with kind words, this time you seemed cold and distant. “Leviathan?” You called him, he couldn’t meet your eyes, too afraid to see repulsion in them. “Y-yes, Mc?”

Lilith grumbled and shook her head. “No, no, no. Forget it. Just ignore him, please?” You could have obeyed Lilith and ignore Leviathan, let his harassment pass you by like water flowing in a river, but the truth was that you wanted to irk him. Your second player, who left you when no longer needed you. “Should I sew your mouth? Can’t you understand that nobody cares about whatever you have to say?”

Lilith gasped and balled her delicate hands into fists. Levi’s gaze didn’t leave the floor, he knew your sadistic side, it would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it. However, this was different. You were different. You got closer to him, waiting to meet his eyes. “What are you waiting for? Go back to the hole of pity you came from, Leviathan.”

You weren’t expecting what happened next, but he met your eyes. “I know you don’t mean it.” He said. Curious, you always tried to comfort Levi. Always trying to improve his non-existent self-esteem through compliments, and every time, he was quick to dismiss them and insult himself instead. Yet, the one time you tried the opposite, he refused to acknowledge it.

“I know you’re mad and I deserve it, but,” You took Levi’s hand in yours, interrupting him. “I mean it, every single word. I assure you.” You smiled at him. “You’re going back to your room in this instant and you won’t come out until someone comes looking for you, let’s see how much they care.” Leviathan felt a rush of magic creeping up his spine and forced him to move, an order, you had given him one. “M-mc?”

When Leviathan was out of sight, you murmured, knowing full well that you were acting like a jerk. “You don’t seem too preoccupied, Lilith.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “My brothers love Levi, he won’t be trapped for too long.” Maybe Leviathan’s refusal to believe you had provoked you, maybe you were tired, but you felt no satisfaction. Instead, you felt the need to hurt him even more. “Maybe I should order them all to let him rot, how fun would that be?” The former angel’s head slowly turned towards you, her eyes analyzing you from head to toe. “Hahaha! Just kidding. You don’t know how to take a joke, do you?”

“‘You don’t know how to take a joke, do you?’ That’s what you said.” “Okay, okay, you win. Stop.” You got up and paced from one place to another. “You’re exaggerating, they’re demons. Are they supposed to get hurt by a few insults?” You were trying to convince yourself but Lilith’s presence proved to be effective. You turned your back on her, you could no longer deny what you had done, but at least you could try. “I did it because I was hurt, but I never crossed the line they crossed.” You confronted her again. “What do you have to say about that, uh?”

Lilith didn’t stutter, her face had gradually lost all traces of warmth and kindness. “I’m not here to save them. I’m here to save you.” She walked with determination, something changed in her features and you knew what she remembered.

When she spoke, her voice came out strained. “You almost crossed it, remember?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but your resolve was crumbling. “Not even close.” You responded with hostility.

Lilith lift her hand. “Five”

Friday.

“Hey! Don't pretend to be asleep! I know you're awake!” You nudged the demon of sloth but he didn't drop the act. “Belphegor!! Stop! I don't want to find you lurking in my dreams again, you hear me?” Finally, he opened one eye slightly and replied with not much interest. “I'm not 'lurking'. You're just dreaming of me... you’re welcome.” He smirked and you felt the sudden urge to strangle him. You'd have if it weren’t for Lilith's laugh.

She was looking at her brother fondly. “He never changes! I miss him so much!” She was playing with Belphie's hair and you found a twisted amusement at the thought of the younger brother being unable to see his dear sister even though they were so close.

You also remembered Belphegor's face on a bad day, when he dreams of that fateful day. The way his face contours to display the most pure expression of pain and suffering. How he hugged you with uncontrollable shaking. “It hurts like the first day. It hurts so much and never stops.” He barely takes a breath when he sobs again. “I miss her, I miss her so much. I can’t even say her name.”

You swallowed and felt sick. Why would I enjoy Belphie's pain? You, who loved him so much that willingly put your own life in danger just to free him. What's wrong with me? Intrusive thoughts were invading your mind, maybe you were becoming a horrible person, perhaps the brothers knew what they were doing when they replaced you.

He was looking at you with sleepy eyes and a yawn escaped him as you announced. “I'll go then.” as soon as you spoke he got up, sleep quickly leaving his body. “Wait! Don't go!” you wanted to put some distance between your pain and his, it was ironic but you wanted to protect him.

When you turned around, you bumped face to chest with Beelzebub, he was arriving to the attic with his hands full of snacks. “Are you okay? I'm sorry.” You tried to leave but he was determined to block the way. You looked at him, he pretended to be clueless, an act that seemed almost innocent in him. “Beelzebub?” you questioned. First, he seemed surprised, but guilt took over when he refused to let you go.

“They want to apologize, Mc! Please have compassion!” Lilith said, alternating glances between you and Beelzebub.

“Don't go, you need to sleep well or you'll get cranky.” Belphie took your hand. “I would sleep well if SOMEONE wouldn't show up uninvited to MY dreams!” You let go of his hand. Beelzebub, who had been quiet until that moment, tried to calm the growing tension. “Mc, I brought you your favorite snack. Let's eat together, please?” You saw the snacks and a current of indignation traveled through your body. You took one of the bags and showed it to the ginger. “These are not my favorites! These are Sc's favorites!!”

Before Beelzebub could answer, his twin was already protecting him. “He wasn't talking about those, silly.” Belphie took another bag and showed it to you. “Well, I don't want it.” You said, hiding the embarrassment of your assumption.

“Now you're only being petty” You and Belphie exchanged grimaces while Beel intercepted again. “It's okay if you don't want to be with us, MC.” even if his smile was gone and you could see his puppy eyes looking at the floor. “But you have to eat, you seem skinnier.”

“Mc! Look at them! Please, have mercy!” Lilith begged. It was then you knew you had to leave the room, because even Lilith's sad face was inciting you to go on a rampage.

“It's okay? Nice, get out of my way then.” You said to Beelzebub, tapping your foot anxiously. “Oh please! Those are Sc's favorites and these are yours!” Belphie said, he handed you the bag but you refused to take it. “Beelzebub.” You knew the gigantic demon was close to give in.

“Take it!!” Belphie said, irritated and you obeyed. You took the bag just to throw it back at him. “Give it to Sc, you spoiled brat!” Belphie's eyes widened, frowning with something that seemed close to incredulity. “What? Did it hurt? I hope not enough to suffocate you!” Everyone went silent and in that short period of time you wondered "Where is Sc?"

“Mc! Stop! Please, won't you listen to me??” Lilith's pleas were gradually becoming more desperate. Belphegor seemed to have lost all his will to fight, silently looking at the floor. You would have been stuck staring at him, if not for Beelzebub, who took your hand. “What's wrong MC? What's happening?” you looked at him dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“Those things, I know you wouldn't say that unless something was wrong.” He seemed sure of himself, eyes full of resolve and faith. “Nothing is wrong.” You wanted to cry but tears wouldn't fall. “I love you, MC. We all love you. You protected us and I want to do the same.”

You held his gaze for a few moments, a lump forming in your throat the longer you looked into his eyes. “Could you please...” your voice broke mid-sentence. “Could you please repeat that?” Beelzebub took your face in his hands. “We love you. I love you.” you felt Beel's lips kissing your cheeks, his fingers wiping your tears. “Hey! I'm still here you know?” Belphie said.

As Belphie took Beelzebub away to scold him and rant about egoism and the pros of sharing, you stumbled away in distress. “Lilith?? I can't.” your voice sufficiently low to avoid the twins' ears. “Mc? What's wrong? You can't what?” Lilith murmured, even though nobody but you could actually hear her. You furrowed your eyebrows. “I-I can't feel anything.”

Your sadness quickly turned into rage and this time the twins noticed immediately. “Mc?” Belphie asked. You looked at them with hate. “It's their fault, I lost my soul because of them!”

“Mc! Please, dear. Listen to them!” Lilith stood in the way. Beelzebub took the arm of Belphie, apparently convincing him to give you time and distance. You took advantage of that brief moment to speak to Lilith.

“Say please one more time and I swear for your dear father that I'll order Beelzebub to chop his twin’s head here and now.” Lilith's eyes widened, even though she was a spirit, she could have sworn her pulse increased, you didn't look or sound like yourself. Your soul wasn't bright and warm, it was gray and cold.

Your eyes were consumed by your own hatred. Lilith tried to find a sparkle of mercy in them, but she averted your eyes before drowning in that cruel ocean. “Understood, dear?” you mocked her and she simply nodded.

You were ready to leave but something stopped you, Beelzebub had taken your arm. “Mc, I know you probably don’t want to hear me say this, but I’ll always be there to save you.” you laughed. “Oh please, what could you possibly know about sav-” “No! Please!” Lilith tried to push you, she knew it would be impossible for her but the impulse to help her brother was stronger than logic.

You stumbled back not due Lilith's phantasmal push but because Beelzebub’s anguished face. You didn't say the whole thing, but Beel wasn't an idiot, he knew what you meant. “Let them go Beel, we don't need a petty lousy human.” Belphegor pulled Beelzebub’s arm. “We have Sc after all.”

You felt as if someone was taking the air out of your lungs, a sharp pain in your chest impossible to describe. At least you had Belphie to thank, you still had a soul, a heart to break.

Belphegor knew he had ruined it as soon as he saw your trembling lip. It wasn't his intention to hurt you again, he was just annoyed by your bratty attitude. He loved you, why would he sneak in your dreams if not? He made sure to fabricate the most beautiful dreams he could think of, putting your favorite things in them just so you could be comforted. Do you even know how much energy that costs? But he did it for you. Only for you.

But as soon as he or one of his brothers appeared you would wake up. Why? Do their mere presence repulse you? Did you stop loving them so easily?

Belphie tried to get closer, but Beelzebub blocked his path, facing his brother and giving you his back. “Beel, what are you doing?” Belphie asked bewildered, the demon of gluttony didn't utter a word, only looked at the floor.

While their wills fought, your anger grew and with it the desire to harm them. It was so prominent that you felt the urges of vomiting, your head felt heavy and your vision blurry. Lilith tried to take your hand, but it disappeared when she touched you. “Oh no, Mc, this is wrong. We have to go.”

You turned your attention to Lilith and spoke in a cold, calculating voice. “What did I tell you was going to happen if you said ‘please’ again?” Lilith was confused, trying to recall your previous words.

Slowly, the eyes of your ancestor widened while a lump formed in her throat. She knew she was dead, there was no uncertainty about that. However, she could feel herself dying again, her breath caught in a silent prayer. Your soul was as black as she had never seen before and the color of gold danced in your eyes while your smile became similar to that of a Little D. “Beelzebub.” You said, still looking at Lilith, studying her every move. “Are you hungry?” You asked, a little laugh escaping your lips.

Lilith knew it wasn’t logical, but she was growing dizzy, weaker. “NO! I’M SORRY! DON’T!” She drowned in her own words. “MC!” She cried, standing with open arms before Beelzebub.

Beelzebub felt it before he even saw it, a shiver ran down his spine and when he finally looked at you, all his alarms went off. “I’m not.” He said, shielding Belphie from you. The action didn’t go unnoticed and only fueled your rage. “Hahaha, are you protecting Belphegor from me? A demon protecting another demon from a human… how unsual.”

Lilith was hitting your chest, crying desperately. “Beelzebub, you do look hungry.” You said in a melodic voice. Beel couldn’t believe what was happening, not again. He was being forced to choose between you and his twin. You hadn’t utter a threatening word but he could sense your intentions. You read him like an open book, his eyes, his posture, everything.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like your coward little brother.” You answered sharply before turning around and leave the room, this time no one tried to stop you.

Belphegor fell to the ground and silent sobs came out of him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Mc.”

Beel was left standing, a vicious feeling of emptiness that he has known all his life set in, but this time it wasn’t in his stomach, but in his heart.

Pt 13? ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

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captain-mj · 11 months

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Vampire Part 3

Gaz was wrong and Soap gets a lot of attention

After Alex left, the night slowed down considerably. He noticed Ghost acting odd though. Constantly picking at his mask or his gloves like something was bothering him. He tried to talk to him, but someone would need someone and he’d be dragged away.

Price disappeared, apparently going to woo his ex wife? Who was also Phil the neighbor? Soap was confused by it, but he decided it wasn’t his business. Cleaning up the pounds of wolf hair was keeping him busy enough. Alejandro asked him for the fancy candles that smell nice and Soap ended up having to go to the store to get a new one because none of them could just agree on one of the scents they had at home.

Somehow, for the first morning in ages, Ghost went to bed without Soap. He didn’t realize until Alejandro was pulling Rudy to their coffin to sleep and he saw that the sun was coming up. Soap still checked the coffin, just in case Ghost hadn’t realized somehow. Sure enough, he was already sleep. He had stripped out of several of his layers and Soap noticed some scratches on his wrists like he had been itching himself. It was odd. Soap wondered if something happened that he missed. Something that would make his Ghost anxious.

“Johnny.”

“Ah! Sorry sir! I wanted to check on you and make sure you were asleep.”

Ghost opened his eyes to look at him. “Johnny… Your scar. We didn’t get to talk.”

Soap smiled and perked up. “Want me to tell you now?”

Ghost nodded. “Like those things… the things…”

“Bedtime stories?”

“Precisely.” Ghost purred, a rumble deep in his throat. He closed his eyes again, but he was still breathing so Soap knew he was awake.

Soap pulled up a seat and double checked the curtains before starting. “I grew up with three older sisters.”

“You act like a youngest sibling.”

Soap paused. “You say that like you know.”

“I had a younger brother once.” Ghost opened his eyes just a little. “And I’ve known plenty. You act like one.”

“Ah.” Soap tilted his head. “But I grew up with three of them and a Catholic dad.”

“Ew.”

“One day, one of them challenged me to climb to the top of the steeple.”

Ghost’s eyes opened fully as he stared, clearly interested now.

“So I did. I waited until everyone was inside, told my Dad I needed to use the bathroom and climbed to the very top. Took ages, but I managed.”

“And then?”

“Went down and went back inside. Told my sisters. And none of them believed me. So when church let out, I did it again. Right in front of the congregation.”

“Whole flock?”

“Whole flock indeed. My dad was so mad. My mom was so embarrassed. My sisters were all giggling like mad men though. Turns out they apparently did it all the time and wanted to see if I could figure it out.”

“What does this story have to do with your scar?”

“Well, my dad started yelling at me to get down right that minute. I got scared and lost my footing. Slammed down onto the pavement. Broke my foot and scratched up my face.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes. “You’re lying to me.”

“No I’m not!” Soap laughed.

“No. The story is true. But you’re lying. That’s not how you scratched up your face.”

Soap stopped laughing. While yes, Ghost was right. He didn’t expect to be called out on it. “Do you always know when I’m lying? That a vampire thing?”

“No. It’s a Ghost and Soap thing. I can tell when you lie. And you lied to me. Why?”

Soap faltered even more. He knew the answer, but he didn’t want to say. “The church thing is the reason I got the scar. You’re right it wasn’t the direct result, but it was the reason.”

“And you don’t want to tell me what actually happened?”

“No, sir.”

Ghost nodded. “That’s okay… Do you have any more stories?”

Soap was a bit surprised, but he thought of his childhood. “Yeah. One time, my dad decided we should get chickens.”

“Chickens?”

“Chickens! For eggs!” Soap continued the story, ignoring that his eyes were starting to droop. Ghost eventually stopped breathing, as still as the grave, so he forced himself up. He blew out the candles and started to clean.

“Hey.” He recognized the American accent right away.

Soap turned around. “Alex right?”

The tall werewolf smiled at him. Luckily completely clothed. “Yep! Gaz turned in early, apparently he accidentally fed on someone who’s mom died so he wasn’t feeling well. Did you need help?”

Soap paused and thought about it. It was already 10. It would take him ages to clean up by himself. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

Alex perked up and started helping. He listened to everything Soap said and they got it done in record timing.

Soap yawned. “I think I’m… gonna head to bed.”

Alex nodded. “Hey, I was curious.”

Oh no.

“There’s a few hate groups around here. Why have you never had the vamps eat those?”

Soap shrugged. “They’re not garbage disposals.”

“Gaz told me about your Tinder. And Craig’s list. I know that’s not completely true.”

“I’m Scottish.” Soap admitted with a groan. “Lot of them don’t like me either. Or they can tell I’m gay.”

Alex nodded. “I’m American. And straight passing. You ever want to lure them in with my help… I’d be happy to.” He smiled and Soap noticed how sharp his teeth were.

Soap just nodded. “I’ll think about it…”

Alex smiled but he was clearly thinking about something. It made Soap nervous.

“Might want to spray Febreze or something! Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.” He turned around and left.

What a weird fucking guy…

Soap got up and woke Ghost up like every sunset. “Sleep well Ghost?”

Ghost sat up slowly and stretched instead of answering. He shook his head like he was trying to dislodge water out of them.

“You alright, sir?”

Ghost touched the sides of his head, pressing his palm down over where his ears would be. “Yeah… I’m fine…” He didn’t take Soap’s hand.

Soap frowned and gently touched his shoulder. “Ghost, are you sure you’re okay? Is it one of your bad days?”

Ghost looked at Soap, sniffing. For a moment, he feared the worst. That Alex’s scent was still stuck to his clothing. But just as quickly, he moved on. “‘M not hungry. Just uh… Make sure everyone else is fed. And then can we watch that show you showed me? With the blond lady?”

“Buffy the Vampire slayer?”

“Yes. I like the way she fights. Reminds me of the warriors I died with.” He shuffled forward, still seeming a bit off. Soap arranged for three people under the guise of a party to arrive and then set up the TV. Ghost sat right next to him, almost touching him. Both of them refused to lean into the other, so they stayed at a sort of stalemate. Normally that is.

Ghost leaned into his shoulder, leeching the warmth out of him.

Soap froze, not used to this. He moved just a little and Ghost started to pull away, so he gently tugged him back. It was… cozy. Even if Soap felt cold. He must’ve shivered because Ghost grabbed a blanket and then pulled him closer so he was leaning into his chest. The situation actually made him more cold, but Soap didn’t want to tell him that he was the problem. Eventually, he did start to warm up, answering one of questions at least. Ghost can be heated up.

Soap imagined Ghost in a little cup in the microwave and bit his cheek to keep from laughing at the idea. Ghost watched Buffy, always looking excited when she came on. Now that he was so close, Soap could also feel the twitches in his muscles when she fought, as if he wanted to leap into battle with him.

Soap knew of course that Ghost had been a warrior. Apparently, a very prestigious one. But it just… didn’t fit with the Ghost he had in his head. The man was dangerous, honestly he was the scariest of people in the house on first glance. But once he got to know them, Ghost didn’t really seem that scary. It was hard for him to see him fighting through hoards of people, all while human. To imagine him ripping others to shreds with his sword instead of one person at a time with his teeth.

“Ghost. Can I ask you a question? Since you asked me questions earlier?”

Ghost shrugged. “Won’t promise I’ll answer, but sure.”

“What were you like as a human?”

Ghost sighed. “Better.”

Soap didn’t like that answer very much. “I like how you are now.”

“I was… different. Promise not to judge me too harshly? I know rules have changed.”

Soap didn’t really understand but he agreed.

“I had many wives. Using wife gender neutrally. Some were men, some were women, some were neither.”

“You had a harem??”

“Guess so? I don’t know. I had many though. I was also born during the warm period, so food was abundant. I never dealt with a famine while alive. Only heard of them distantly. My job was a conqueror. Bringing new lands back to my King. Met a few Scottish people in my day, though they only spoke Gaelic.” His hand came up, touching Soap’s face. Tracing the lines of his facial hair and then his lips. “Nice people. Food was good.”

Soap couldn’t breath. “Any of your wives…”

“A few.” Ghost looked guilty. “I never hurt them. Not physically. Never mistreated any of them. Lots of men in my time did. My country was not the best of women, but I… I never…”

“I believe you. Don’t worry.” Soap smiled. Because he did. Ghost would never.

“Johnny. You’re too good. Why do you want this?”

It sounded an awful lot like why do you want me.

“I want to be a vampire because…” Soap hesitated. “I…”

Ghost shook his head. “You deserve better.”

“But I want this. You promised.” Soap grabbed his shirt hard, feeling Ghost tense.

“I did. And I’ll make good on it.” Ghost made eye contact with him and it burned. It bubbled and singed and Soap wanted to kiss him. Wanted to mouth at the fabric. Wanted to feel his hands on him.

For a moment, just one, Ghost looked like he intended to do that. His hands grabbed him hard and pulled him closer.

“GHOST THE FUCKING DOG IS BACK.”

Ghost turned away when he heard Alejandro’s screams. He laughed and scooped Soap up before dropping him back on the couch. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Soap wished Rodolfo hadn’t reattached Alejandro’s head.

The window opened and a lady slid in. “Hey! Are you the familiar?” She was clearly not a vampire since she just fucking waltzed in.

Soap went to yell but she quickly put her hands up. “Wait! Wait!! Please, don’t get them just yet. Alex is keeping them all distracted.”

Soap frowned but quieted down. She was tall, about his height and looked to be from the middle east. She was really pretty.

“I need your help. Badly.”

Soap frowned. “How could I help you?”

“I have a friend who’s been forced to be a familiar.”

“Oh, a thrall?”

She paused. “A thrall??”

“Yes. A person forced to service a vampire. It’s a whole thing. Anyway, she’s a thrall I guess. And I need your help to free her, you know, since you’re pro familiar rights?”

Soap frowned. “I mean… I’m pro equal rights, but I wouldn’t say I’m really out there advocating for familiars specifically.”

“But the bats treat you so well??”

Soap wanted to know what vampires were being so cruel that this was considered top tier treatment. “Let’s ignore that. Look, I can talk to Ghost so we ca-”

“No! This is why I came to you directly. I only want to talk to you about this. I don’t trust them.”

Soap saw her teeth. Sharp back teeth, longer canines. “You’re a werewolf?”

“Yes.”

“Is your friend a werewolf?”

“No. She’s human.”

“And your name is?”

“Farah! Very nice to meet you by the way. Sorry I had to barge in like this, but its a life or death scenario. Tomorrow morning, can you meet me at our pack house?”

“Tomorrow morning meaning in a few hours or like… actually tomorrow morning?”

Farah gave him an unimpressed stare.

“It’s an important distinction!! I’ve had this problem before.” Soap explained.

“Actually tomorrow morning.”

“Thank God, I had stuff I needed to do.”

Farah twitched. “Please just… meet me.”

“Will do!”

She looked up and suddenly threw herself back out the window. Ghost came back in and saw him. “There you are. You okay?” He crossed the room and quickly touched him. It was clinical, clearly just wanting to make sure he’s okay.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry. Did you get him out of here?”

“I did. Let’s watch more later.”

Soap smiled. “I’ll leave it where it is.” He frowned as soon as Ghost turned around, noticing him scratching at his ears again. How odd. He hoped he was okay.

Soap checked on Price to see how he was doing. Only to see him at the fence, talking to the neighbor. He sidled up. “Oh, hey Graves.”

“Hey Soap! Didn’t tell me you guys had family visiting.” He smiled and kept glancing at Price with something close to suspicion. Soap chanced a look at Price, surprised to find him so… calm. Smiling expertly to hide the teeth.

“Soap also didn’t tell me how cute the neighbors are.”

Graves blushed. “British. Like your accent.”

“I’m sure it would sound much better betwe-”

Soap took his cross necklace out under the guise of fiddling with it. Price ended what he was saying with a wheeze, clearly trying to not make his disdain noticeable.

Soap smiled. “Nice to see you again. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on him.”

Graves just nodded and looked at Price again before leaving. He glanced back at Price before going back in the house.

“You bastard.”

“Don’t sexually harass my neighbors.”

Price hissed at him and left angrily.

Soap cleaned the bodies out of the basement and stretched. Thanks to Alex’s help, there was no other cleaning to do. Ghost would probably be in his room.

He was not. There was however some noise in one of the spare rooms.

Soap was stupid enough to look inside said room.

Alejandro had Ghost against the wall. The two of them chest to chest. They were touching all over each other and half of their clothes were strewn about.

Ah.

Made sense. Alejandro and Rodolfo in an open relationship. Vampires were needy creatures.

Ghost groaned and nuzzled into Alejandro’s throat. Alejandro’s hands tightened on his hips to pull him closer.

Very needy.

Soap still felt… slightly hurt. He wasn’t sure why though. Because Ghost was with someone else? That was… stupid.

Ghost’s hand sped up and Alejandro spoke to him, right in his ear so Soap couldn’t hear him. Ghost tensed up and pressed tighter to Alejandro, his grip would probably bruise. Soap could faintly hear them both panting, the fake need to breath coming out.

“There ya go, Simon. Feel better.” Alejandro teased, forcing his head back as he mouthed at his throat.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“There you are. I knew you were just in a bad mood. Just need to a pick me up.” Alejandro purred and pressed him back against the wall. He continued rutting into Ghost’s hand as he lifted the fabric to properly bite his throat. Then, he slid it further up to kiss him properly.

Ghost’s free hand slid up into his hair, combing through him before he whimpered, shaking as he came. Alejandro followed right after, sinking his teeth into Ghost’s flesh. Ghost snarled at him for that and yanked him back.

“Sorry, sorry. You taste nice.”

“I taste foul. Like all vampires do. Now get out of here.”

Alejandro licked at the mess on his hand and Soap quickly backed off. If he got caught, that would…

Would it be bad? Probably not honestly. Maybe for Ghost. To be seen like that without his consent…

It just not hit Soap what he had done. He watched his housemates fuck. Or at least jerk each other off. Like a perv!! He watched them like a perv!!

Soap quickly left as quickly as possible, all but fleeing the situation. This was awful. Terrible. Disgusting. He grabbed his cross necklace and tried to figure out how he was supposed to look Ghost in the eye later when he put him to bed.

Difficult was the fucking answer. Ghost was in a much better mood than earlier and Soap knew why. It drove him crazy.

If Alex hadn’t interrupted, would that have been him? Maybe Ghost would’ve kissed him? Even if it was just a need based thing, it would’ve happened.

He left the room in a daze.

“Say a word about that to anyone and I’ll kill you.”

Soap jumped out of his skin before whirling around to look at Alejandro in the shadow of the hallway. He looked menacing, something he very seldom did.

“I didn’t mean to watch okay? And I promise I’d never want to get you in trouble with Rodolfo.”

Alejandro sighed. “Rodolfo is well aware of what I do. I’d never go behind my husband’s back for anything. As much as I enjoy Ghost, not even he’s worth that. I’ll kill you because Ghost will be upset. He let his guard down and I let you watch.”

“Let me?”

“You think I didn’t smell you? The cologne you wear because you think it covers up the scent of decay from the bodies, the savory scent of your blood and skin. Not to mention your heartbeat. It sped up when I lifted the mask. Did even more when I kissed him. I know it wasn’t me that had you like that.” Alejandro smiled a little and Soap’s heart sped up. His fangs were bloody. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

Alejandro kept staring at him before moving closer. Soap backed up instinctively. Rodolfo didn’t scare him quite as much. They had slept together a few times. Hard to find him scary. Ghost wasn’t scary. Never really had been.

But Alejandro? Alejandro still scared him. He got closer until they were pressed to the wall like he had Ghost earlier. “Do you want to know what it felt like?”

“What what felt like?”

“Kissing him. I can show you.” Alejandro leaned in closer and Soap’s breath caught.

“I…” Soap couldn’t get enough breath in his lungs to respond.

Alejandro pulled away. “Tell me if you change your mind.” He grinned. “Sun just rose. I need to get to bed before Rudy notices I’m gone.”

Soap stood there for a long time, just focusing on his breathing.

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luimagines · 11 months

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He’s Sweet on You Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will consist of Time, Twilight and Wind.

Content under the cut!

Time

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. You know I do.”

It was a simple task and a boring afternoon. Your favorite.

It wasn’t everyday that you simply just got to hang out together and take in the presence of the other. Thankfully, it seemed as if the boys finally agreed to not cause any problems that you and/or Time would have had to deal with. It left you both with nothing to do and a whole day to yourselves.

Time smiled at you, looking ten years younger. “Would you follow me anywhere?”

“Of course.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I know. You walk into walls. Someone has to look after you.”

“Hey!”

You laughed, patting his shoulder in consolation, slipping your hand in his. “But it’s also because I love you. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Sometimes.” He admits softly, pulling you closer. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him. He follows suit, tucking you against him as much as he can. “Do you blame me?”

“I’ll just have to prove it to you.” You smile. “You can’t stop me.”

“You are stronger than me.” He grins, poking your nose with his. His eyes crinkle boyishly and it’s a soft sight on the otherwise battle hardened hero. You get the impression that he’s teasing you.

Still, not one to care much about being teased, you lean into it. “I am stronger than you, aren't I?”

He snorts.

You try to pull away, more teasing on the tip of your tongue but you realize that he’s not letting you go. The words die and you face him with a single raised eyebrow. “Sir.”

“Yes?”

“What is this?”

“What is what?” Time smirks.

“Oh is that how we’re going to play it?” Your own smirk crawls onto your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean back in. “Is this what you want to do? Really?”

“Mhm.” Time nods. His eyes shine with untold mischief.

“I see.” You do not see. If anything, you’re afraid he has something planned.

A moment passes where you’re both just drinking each other in before Time suddenly falls backwards, taking you with him.

“AH! LINK!”

He starts laughing, haven taken the brunt of the hit. “Much better.”

“You’re such a jerk!” You hit the metal plates on his chest. You know you’re not actually that mad and you can tell that he knows it as well. Especially since the laughter in your eyes only seems to grow.

Time doesn’t even try to look guilty. “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do.”

Twilight

“Do you trust me?” Twilight held his hand out with a mischievous smile on his face. “It’s not as bad as you’re imagining, I promise.”

You face had yet to change even as you took his hand in yours. You did trust him. You trust him with your life and with your heart, mind and soul. But his current unprompted excitement was suspicious. “Of course I trust you.”

“I would have thought you would have agreed faster if you truly did.” Twilight shrugs innocently.

“Forgive my suspicion but I happen to know you very well.” You raise an eyebrow and allow yourself to be led through the area.

Somehow Twilight seems very well acquainted with the area. He has something planned for sure buy you have no idea what it is. At least you’re not blind folded.

Your comment makes Twilight laugh as he leads the way. “Fair enough. But you’ll like this, I’m sure of it.”

With those words you relax a little. If he’s so sure that it’s for your enjoyment then it can’t be anything too bad. It doesn’t even sound like it’s a prank. You walk a little closer to Twilight, lacing your fingers together and resting your head by his shoulder. “Can I have a hint?”

“Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?”

You pout and put a hand on your hip. “Not even a little one.”

“It’s green.”

You pout further. You’re surrounded by green. That’s not helpful at all.

Twilight snorts at your expression and pulled away a small curtain of vines. Before is a small pond with the softest looking grass and just enough shade that you bet it would stay that way even as the sun moved through the sky. Twilight pulls your hand as he steps into the picturesque scene. “I found this a while ago. I wanted to share it with you.”

“Oh Link...” You smile and follow him with a slight shake to your head. “You have me worried that you had something else planned.”

“I do have something else planned.” He admits, sitting down on the grass. Twilight pats the spot next to him.

You don’t hesitate to sit there and make yourself comfortable. You look at Twilight and tilt your head. “What else did you have planned then?”

“A nap.” He throws himself back. “With my favorite person in the world.”

He opens his arms out comically and makes the universal sign for grabby hands. He gets a pitiful look in his eyes, as if he’s suffering the more you think about his request. He looks desperate to hold you.

You laugh and move to rest against him anyway. You make yourself comfortable again, making sure that you’re not hurting him and that you’re not positioned in any weird angles. “Is this ok?”

“It’s perfect.” Twilight sighs, running his hands through your hair. “Thank you for indulging me.”

“We could have napped closer to the group though.” You say quietly, letting the moment wind down as you both begin to rest.

“Not a chance.” Twilight replies with the same soft tone. “We would have not only been pulled away from each other but they would go out of their way to make sure we stayed awake. Someone would ask us to look after something or check something out. I don’t think they would ruin it intentionally, but we certainly wouldn’t have any peace.”

You giggle quietly and nod. “That’s very true. I’m glad we’re here then. Nap time sounds awesome.”

“Good, because I’m already five seconds from falling asleep.” Twilight keeps his movements of carding his fingers through your hair but they’re slowed down significantly. He’s really already falling asleep.

Still you find yourself follow his example incredibly quickly. “Sleep well, Love.”

“Sweet dreams, Darlin’.”

Wind

“I have a plan. Do you trust me?” That was only thing he asked you and you didn’t ask questions.

In retrospect, maybe you should have asked more questions. “Link...” You whispered as he lead you out of the inn. You were sneaking out and if felt thrilling to go behind the group’s back- even if you also felt guilty about it. “Shouldn’t we tell at least one person where we’re going?”

“You don’t even know where we’re going.” Wind grins, holding your hand tightly.

“Well no, but you do and what if someone comes to look for us?” You press.

“I already told Hyrule.” He waves you off. “This is going to be awesome, I promise.”

“Okay...” You quiet yourself. “I trust you.”

Your little comments makes him preen with pride and you manage to get out of the inn unseen. Once you’re away, Wind loosens up and swings your hands together. He seems happy. Excited, even.

It’s cute.

“Where are we going?” You venture. He’s been keeping it a secret from you but it’s late and people are asleep so maybe he can tell you now.

Wind only shakes his head, smiling ear to ear still.

“Oh come on!” You his arm. “Not even one hint?”

Wind makes a sounds to show that he’s thinking about it. “We’re going to the lake.”

“Really?!” You perk up. “Oh that’s lovely, Link!”

He giggles and pulls your closer. “Shhh! Or we’ll get caught.”

“Right. Right.”

You keep your voice and follow Wind to where he leads. You end up by the lake alright, but he doesn’t go for the patch of dry land like you assumed he would. You’re confused. He heads inward, letting go of your hand and pulls out a little row boat from under the short dock.

You gasp in delight.

Wind can’t keep the grin off of his face and pulls you onto the dock. He jumps in first and makes sure that it’s ship shape before extending his hand. “Jump in. I’ll catch you.”

You don’t think twice.

You make yourself comfortable on the little pillow he’d put on the bench and watch as he takes the oars, paddling you both out into the middle of the lake.

“This is so charming, Link.” You admit, feeling warm and fuzzy and special. “Thank you. I love it.”

Wind doesn’t comment and extinguishes the little lantern. “Look up.”

You do- and witness one of the most spectacular views of the stars that you have in a while. “...Oh wow.”

“It’s not like being on the ocean.” Wind says quietly. “But this is as close as we’re going to get in a while.”

You hop to his bench, and rest your head on his shoulder. “But you will show me the stars at sea at some point, right?”

“I’ll show you everything.” Wind promises.

You grin back, getting comfortable to watch the stars.

You get yelled at when you eventually return to the inn at the crack of dawn but let’s not focus on that at the moment.

Part 3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #the 'do you trust me?' was not intentional #but after writing two of them i figured that i had to keep the trend going for this one #not super proud of Time's i'm afraid #i realize that i'm really just making this date night part 3 #and that... well #just isn't the request #hmmm #we'll try again another day

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thewondelandifulcafe · 5 months

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First! - Leona Kingscholar

Title: First!

Menu: Twisted Wonderland

Beverage: Thai Bubble Tea

Main Dish(es): Donuts

Side Dish(es): Pies: Pumpkin Pie, Ice Cream Sandwich

Spoilers: None (as far as I know of)

Trigger Warning: None as far as I know.

Summary: Leona and Y/N are in a relationship, he become sensitive and very paranoid about someone being more important than he was to you. Leona always being seen as second had enough, he was determined to be your first, he refused to accept anything less.

Notes: Y/N is GN. It’s been a while since I wrote for Twisted Wonderland, so please don’t be mad if Leona is out of character. I am writing again! Mostly for only Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me because while I am doing the other series, I need to catch up on them. I’m also starting to write for another series called Record of Ragnarok so if you want to request something for that go ahead!

3rd Person POV

Ah, love. It brought out the best out of people like but it brought out the worst in others, like Leona. The normally confident, arrogant Leona became insecure seeing everyone as an enemy. He became scared, nervous, a deep sense of envy seeing Y/N just walking past someone. Being seen as second best always took a toll on Leona, he didn’t want to be Y/N’s second, no, he wanted to be their first. After all he was their boyfriend, he should expect to be their first.

He was Y/N’s first, their first boyfriend, the first on their list, but Leona’s paranoid didn’t let him see that. He misunderstood everything, but never acted on it. Until he misheard you talking about Malleus, god did he hate that lizard. One misunderstanding could set him off, he was sensitive despite how he showed himself to others. You were talking with Silver, well more like you pretended he could hear you since he was sleeping. “Malleus is…” you said, you didn’t realize that Leona was listening in.

Malleus was what? Was he weird, annoying, rude? What? The worst came to worst when Leona’s paranoid filled on the gaps, Malleus was sweet, handsome, better, first. Leona’s eyes widened, he didn’t stay too long to find out what you actually said. He dashed off for his dorm room, curling into a ball as he sobbed.

His nightmare came true. He was second! Not first, but second to that lizard. He cried, wondering what did he or what did Malleus do for that to happen. Sure, Leona was a bit arrogant and rude, but not to Y/N. The insults were just jokes, Y/N knew that, right? He cried, trying to find an explanation for why he became second. Then he heard a knock, he struggled to get onto his feet, opening the door with trembling hands.

He hoped it was Y/N, he just hoped it was. Sure enough it was, Y/N entered the room to find a tear stained Leona. “What happened?” Y/N asked, they walked closer to Leona, bringing him into a hug. Leona sniffed into Y/N’s shoulder. “Is Malleus your first now?” he asked like a child asking his parents if they still loved them. Y/N looked confused, they couldn’t understand what Leona meant by first.

“No he’s not my first, you are,” Y/N corrected, Leona didn’t buy it. He gave Y/N a look that meant ‘Don’t lie’. “But I’m not lying Leo,” Y/N said, running their fingers through Leona’s hair. Leona didn’t believe it, but he was trying to, he nuzzled his face in Y/N’s chest. “I heard you say ‘Malleus is first’,” Leona said, he looked at Y/N’s eyes as they lit up when they understood what Leona meant. “You didn’t hear properly, I said ‘Malleus is helpful’ to Silver since he helped me when my homework,” Y/N smiled, they saw as Leona’s eyes lit up a tiny bit. “Really?” Leona asked, he waited for confirmation, that’s all he needed, a yes, he trusted Y/N with his life. “Yes,” Y/N smiled.

Leona hugged Y/N tightly, not wanting to let go. He sighed in relief, just a misunderstanding, he needed to work on his paranoia, but right now all he wanted was to cuddle with Y/N. He’ll worried about it later.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona #kingscholar #leona x reader #twst yuu #Twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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arliedraws · 4 months

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Good Godfather Sirius Black Fest 2024

Day 6 Prompt: "Dating Advice"

Summary: Sirius gets home from a terrible date and reflects on it with ten-year-old Harry who has recently moved in with him. When Sirius makes an offhand comment about parenthood, it prompts both of them to reconsider their own self-talk. (Tonks is in it for about five minutes,fyi)

Pure godfather&godson bonding/family fluff. Sequel(ish) to “The Neighbor.”

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

AO3

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“You’re back!”

The green-haired teenager sprang from the sofa, blinking sleep furiously from her eyes. Pins on her leather jacket clinked together as she skidded into the kitchen. With an oof, she slid too far in ripped black nylons, and Sirius caught her elbow before she rammed into the cabinet.

“Well?” she said, unfazed by her own clumsiness.

Sirius pulled a face at her.

“I told you not to date women,” she said, grinning.

“Last week you told me not to date men.”

“Yeah, I stand by that too.”

Sirius fished in his pocket for the bag of coins. The bag was considerably lighter than it’d been a few hours earlier before he’d exchanged wizarding gold for quid—a few hours of his life and cash he’d never get back. He withdrew a few Galleons and dropped them into her outstretched hand.

“Don’t you want me to find love?” he said.

Tonks looked sharply at him. “Love?” she said as if the word were new. The taste of it seemed to disgust her.“You’re looking for love?”

“I—” Sirius paused. “Er—aren’t I?”

“Are you?”

Sirius stared at her.

Was it love he wanted? Or was it lovemaking? He thought about the woman who had stolen several precious hours of his life—she was a complete imbecile but she wore tight jeans and a very low-cut top. Maybe it was just a rough go of it against a brick wall behind a pub that he wanted.

“I don’t know,” he said at last. “Have you ever been in love?”

“No,” she said, snorting. “Why would I do that? Have you?”

“In a way,” said Sirius. Then he frowned at her. “You do believe in love, don’t you?”

“Oh,” Tonks said. She nodded. “Yeah, ’course I do. I love my parents and friends, but I’ve never been in love. That sort of romantic stuff seems a bit…I dunno. Expensive.”

Sirius laughed despite himself and tossed the whole coin purse at her. Tonks, surprised, caught it.

“Harry’s alive, right?” said Sirius.

“Yeah,” said Tonks. She looked nervously at the coin purse as if she thought it might be a trick. “Sleeping, I expect. What’s this for?”

“Bit of a bonus. Did he eat?”

“Yeah. I’m a poor cook, though. Nearly burnt down the kitchen.”

“Ah, so that’s why it smells like charred corpse.”

“Of course you’d say that. You sound like Mad-Eye Moody.”

Sirius shoved aside memories of burned bodies as he inspected the huge black mark on the wall near the stove. Part of the drywall had crumbled onto the floor. Tonks blushed and pulled out her wand.

“Reparo!” she said. “Sorry. Forgot to do that before you got back.”

“What did you two eat, then? Charcoal?”

“Harry made us sandwiches.”

“You can’t make a sandwich?”

Tonks had moved towards the door and starting lacing up a chunky black boot, hooking each lace carefully before tying it off. “Didn’t want to risk it. Besides, Harry’s pretty good at the food thing, and I thought, well, if he wants to eat something halfway decent, let him do it. Anyway,” she said, pulling on the other boot, “we talked about going to the Puddlemere United match next weekend if you’ll let us. I’ve got an extra ticket for him if you’re all right with that.”

Sirius opened his mouth to say that he didn’t know if it was a good idea. Thinking better of it, he turned away and pretended to look at the calendar on the wall, knowing that he ought to say yes. What could happen at a Quidditch match in the middle of the day? Unfortunately, he could come up with myriad tragedies in his imagination, all of them ending with Harry’s funeral. But Tonks is an Auror trainee—she’s not stupid! Still, it churned his stomach to think about letting Tonks bring him to somewhere so crowded and so public…

“We’ll see,” he said finally.

“Well,” he heard her say, “send an owl by Thursday. I’m off.”

Sirius said farewell, and she left. Faintly, there was the pop! of Apparition from just outside the door. Pointing his wand over his shoulder, he hit the lock with a charm and it slid into place. The wards he and Dumbledore built around the house rendered a physical lock unnecessary, but locking a door never hurt.

The round clock that the former owner of the house had left behind was ticking slower than Sirius thought it should, but perhaps it was because he had simply grown used to hours that felt too long. The evening that he finally gave up on might have really lasted several days instead of three hours.

For the dozenth time, he wondered what possessed him to say yes to her. Sirius and Harry had been waiting in line at the cinema when the woman and her friend tapped him on the shoulder. Distracted by the way a long lock of her hair rested on her breast, Sirius accidentally said yes to her invitation to dinner much to his and Harry’s horror. For days, he agonized over the idea, but it was Harry who suggested he keep his word. After all, Harry had said, it might be rude to stand her up.

She was a Muggle woman whose name kept slipping out of his mind throughout their date. She was very dull. Loud, but very dull. All she wanted to talk about was how impressed she was that he was parenting his godson all on his own and how brave it was for him to take on such a burden. It might not have been so annoying if she had let him talk about Harry and explain that it wasn’t very hard to look after such a good kid, but she had no interest in that bit. In fact, she rolled her eyes and told him he ought to see how unique it was that a man could be so sensitive and so thoughtful.

Sirius went up staircase after several minutes of self-pity alone in the kitchen. The light was on in Harry’s room when he reached the top stair, so he knocked gently and poked his head in.

Harry was asleep. His glasses hung from his nose, a book about broomsticks was open on his lap, and he was propped up against several pillows, his head lolling over his chest. He was snoring. Sirius grinned and tiptoed inside. Gently, he reached for the precariously hanging spectacles when Harry’s eyes flew open.

“Sorry!” Harry blurted.

Sirius swallowed that familiar lump of fury at the Dursleys. Harry hated when Sirius told him he didn’t have to apologize, though Harry would never say so outright, so Sirius held back from saying that Harry had nothing to be sorry about.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Sirius whispered. “Just taking off your glasses.”

Harry shoved them back over his nose. “When did you get back? Is Tonks still here?”

“Just now, and no, she left. Heard about the fire.”

“I didn’t know you could start a fire like that with just water.”

“It’s hard, but Tonks is a wonder,” said Sirius. “You can sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow morning.”

“How was your…date?”

The slur of sleep was quickly leaving Harry’s voice, and Sirius sighed inwardly. How good a parent could he be if he woke up his kid at midnight? But he couldn’t resist indulging Harry’s smirk.

Sirius flopped on his back onto the bed, groaning.

“Last week, you said you never wanted to go on another date. Why’d you tell her yes, then?”

“Cheeky boy,” said Sirius, popping his head up to glare at him. “You’re the one who said it would be rude not to show up.”

“Yeah,” admitted Harry. “But you shouldn’t’ve said yes in the first place. Why did you?”

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head, letting it bounce against the mattress. “Oh, Harry. Because I’m a bloody idiot. And she took me by surprise.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Well, you saw her. She had this sort of shape—” Sirius mimed with his hands “—and it seemed like a good idea for a second.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

Sirius waved his hand dismissively. “Everything…nothing… Hard to explain. Look, Harry, never go for someone just because they look like this—” again, he mimed his date’s ample figure “—or because they’ve got an appendage like this—” he spread his hands wide. “It might seem like you’ve won the jackpot, but it’ll cost you a dozen galleons, several hours of your life you’ll never get back, and a wicked headache.”

“I don’t think I’m very interested in all that,” said Harry. “Er—dating.”

“Good. Save your gold. We’ll be bachelors together, old chum.” Sirius patted Harry’s leg. He lurched forward until he had propped himself on his elbows, eyeing the bedroom that was half-lit by the solitary lamp on the bedside table. “Think we should get a few decorations in here, Harry. Bit sparse, don’t you think?”

“So wait, what happened?” said Harry. “Was it like last time?

“The one with that bloke from the department store? No, it was different. Worse.”

Sirius didn’t need to look at Harry to know the boy had probably reddened at the memory. Though Sirius hadn’t regaled anything inappropriate regarding his evening with the young man named Matthew, he knew Harry was still unused to the idea that two men could date each other. Admittedly, it was rather new to Sirius too. Before Azkaban, he had never considered the possibility he could meet another man at a restaurant, share wine and talk about romantic things… And frankly, it still wasn’t easy. There were plenty of questioning, disgusted looks shot at them that Sirius pretended not to notice. What did worry Sirius, however, was that the Muggles were battling a strange disease spread through sexual encounters, and it was slaughtering entire communities. In the end, Sirius’s date confessed that he was too nervous to take things further and wished Sirius good luck in the future. It had been difficult to explain to Harry.

Harry’s understanding of men like Sirius came from his aunt and uncle’s declarations that anyone who engaged in such depraved activities ought to be beaten by police and locked away for sexual deviancy. Patiently, Sirius had guided Harry through his conflicted thoughts.

“Your aunt and uncle also hate magic,” he had said. “But do you think magic is bad? Punishable?”

“Oh,” said Harry after a moment. “Right.”

So when Sirius blurted yes to the woman at the cinema, Harry was confused again. After the woman and her friend had gone, Sirius quickly explained that to him, it didn’t really matter to him a person’s gender.

“Then what was wrong with her?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes before he set aside the book.

Sirius shrugged. “Didn’t do it for me. I wanted to talk about things she wasn’t particularly interested in.”

“Like what?”

“Er—well, reckon she got a bit tired of me talking about you.”

“What? You talked about me? Why would you do that?”

“It’s just what parents do,” said Sirius, dismissively. Then he heard it. His soul might have detached from his body, then, as his own words echoed back between his ears. He realized what had come out of his mouth, what it must have sounded like. His stomach clenched with guilt, and he looked very quickly at Harry. “Er—I—”

Harry tried to hide it but Sirius could see the sudden swell of emotion gleaming in those big, green eyes before they fixed upon the floor. Sirius sat upright, grimacing.

“I didn’t mean—Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Harry frowned. “You didn’t?”

“I’m not your dad. I know that. I swear, I’m not trying to take his place. It just slipped out.”

“Oh,” said Harry.

Sirius’s heart thudded. Was that…disappointment he heard in his voice? Harry had curled his hands into fists over the coverlet, knuckles white as if he were trying his hardest to keep his face impassive.

“Harry?” said Sirius after a long silence. “Harry, are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

“Harry…” Sirius started slowly, peering into the boy’s face. “Did you like that I called myself your parent?”

“No, I’m being stupid,” said Harry in disgust. Ashamed, he pulled the book back into his lap and pretended to read, though his eyes were staring at one spot on the page.

Sirius reached for Harry’s chin and tilted it up with a finger. Harry resisted looking at him, but after a tense moment, he dragged his gaze to Sirius miserably.

“You’re not my dad,” said Harry, more to himself than Sirius.

“I’m not trying to be, and I could never take James’ place.”

“Yeah, I know. Look, it’s fine. I’m not asking you to be him.”

“But can I tell you something?” said Sirius, lightly.

“Sirius, it’s fine—”

“—I liked calling myself your parent.”

Harry shook his head. “No, you’re just saying that.”

“I don’t just say anything, Harry. What I said slipped out because it’s what I feel. The first thing I set out to do when I was released from Azkaban was to find you. When Dumbledore told me I couldn’t take you away from your aunt and uncle, I moved in next door because I couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing you. Even if you couldn’t know who I was for your own protection, I chose to live in that awful neighborhood to be close to you.”

“I’m sorry you had to—”

“Don’t be sorry,” said Sirius, trying to quell his annoyance. “Harry, don’t you understand? When you were born, my entire life changed. I helped your parents with everything—I put you to sleep, I carried you around while you screamed, I changed your rancid little nappies. I saw you take your first steps and say your first words. I know I’m not your father, but you’ve got to believe me when I say that I think of you as my kid. Can you accept that?”

To his relief, Harry nodded.

“Good,” said Sirius. He squeezed his face, squishing the crimson cheeks. “And if you call yourself stupid again, I’ll put a tickling hex on you until you admit you’re the most brilliant person in the world.”

“But I’m not—”

Sirius reached into his pocket. “Where’d my wand go?”

“Okay!” Harry blurted. “Okay, I won’t call myself stupid!”

“Then say it!” said Sirius, pretending to search in his jacket. “Say you’re the most brilliant person in the world.”

“All right—I’m brilliant!”

“That’s not what I told you to say, Potter. I’m sure I left my wand here somewhere— Ah! Here it is!”

Harry groaned. “Fine—fine. I’m the most brilliant person.”

“What’s the incantation? Rictus—”

“I’m the most brilliant person in the world!” Harry cried, scrambling from the aim of the wand. “I’m the most brilliant person in the world!”

Sirius grinned and caught him by the leg, yanking him back as Harry laughed and tried to get away.

“Say it again, you clever little genius,” demanded Sirius.

“Sirius!”

“Say it!”

“No!”

“Say it!” Sirius jabbed him in the side, and Harry curled up, howling with laughter, wriggling desperately to get out of his grasp.

“I’m the most brilliant person in the world!”

“Again!”

“No!” Harry said. This time, he managed to escape and fell off the other side of the bed. Sirius looked over the edge at the boy sprawled on the floor and made a swipe to grab him again, but Harry artfully flung himself out of the way.

Sirius groaned and turned onto his back again. “Dismal effort. But I suppose that’ll have to do for now. Maybe I’ll make you do lines tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” Sirius glanced at the clock and shot up. “Oh, Merlin’s balls, is that the time?” It was absurdly late, and here he was, calling himself a parent and chasing Harry around the room when they both should’ve been asleep. “Harry, you’ve got to get to bed!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s late! You can’t be running around all night like a Niffler.”

“A what?”

Sirius leapt from the bed and in a swift movement, scooped Harry by the legs, hauled him over his shoulder, and then dumped him on the bed. Before Harry could scuttle away, Sirius drew the coverlet up to his chin and pretended to sing, poorly, a very quick lullaby as Harry chuckled.

“Are you asleep now?” said Sirius when he’d finished.

“Oh yeah,” said Harry, rolling his eyes.

“See?” said Sirius, tucking the covers under Harry’s legs. “I might be a bad parent, but I can force you to go to sleep, can’t I?”

The joke, however, fell flat. To his surprise, the smile slipped from Harry’s face, and for a moment, it looked like Harry wanted to say something. His brows crumpled, and his mouth opened but nothing emerged.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re a bad parent. You’re the—” But then Harry closed his mouth.

“It’s okay,” said Sirius, pressing a hand against Harry’s chest. He rubbed for a moment, nodding slowly, feeling a quickening pulse beneath his palm. “I understand.”

“No,” said Harry, firmly, as though frustrated with himself. “You’ve got to hear it—”

“It’s all right, Harry.”

Irritated, Harry threw up his hands and said, “No it’s not. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! You shouldn’t—you shouldn’t make jokes like that. Don’t—don’t say things like you’re bad at the parent stuff.”

“Yeah, fine, all right.”

“Say it,” said Harry.

“Say what?”

“Say you’re good at parent stuff.”

“You can’t turn that back on me.”

“Yeah, I can.”

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Potter?”

“Just say it, Sirius!”

“Fine!” said Sirius, sighing. “Fine—I’m—” it was actually bizarre to put into words, and he felt uneasy about it. He drew in a long, deep breath. “I’m good at parent stuff.” Feeling flushed in the face, he smiled humorlessly. “Satisfied?”

“No,” said Harry. “Maybe I’ll make you do lines tomorrow.”

“Oh, the horror.” Sirius pretended to faint backwards on the bed, still feeling the sour taste of Harry’s words in his mouth, wishing what Harry insisted about him was true. The bed shifted as Harry crawled out from his covers and flopped next to him.

“I think I’m done dating for a bit,” murmured Sirius, carding his fingers through Harry’s hair. “At least until you’re at school.”

“Why?”

“Too risky. Next time Tonks’ll burn down the house.”

Harry’s eyes closed. “Sirius…” he started quietly. “Can I give you some dating advice?”

Sirius grinned. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Pick someone uglier next time.”

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Never Lost

Capri Donahue x Harper!Sibling reader

Warnings: Coarse language, arguing, mentions of death/suicide, mentions of vomiting, car accident close-call

In which, you and your sister Darby’s sworn enemy, Capri have been dating in secret. But one day, Darby catches the two of you and she feels very strongly about it.

It was Friday afternoon, and school was over for the week. You waited in the courtyard for Capri, so the two of you could head home together. You were just hoping you could get away from here before your sister, Darby sees you. Or worse, asks you where you were headed. Thankfully, Capri shows up soon enough and you ran off to her car with her.

“Hi, babe.” She flashes you a smile, batting her eyelashes in her usual fashion.

“Hi, you.” You mirrored her smile, admittedly still a nervous from earlier.

“Would you relax? We’re away from the school right now and I don’t think your sister would be at the mall on a Friday afternoon. Isn’t she usually working with her boyfriend with the dead people?”

“The deados. Yeah.” You corrected.

“Same difference.” She shrugged.

As she drives, her hand continues to grip onto your thigh. You were used to this form of affection, but sometimes, it leads to something more. So you were watching her closely. “We’re not doing that in the car.”

“Why? It’s not like we haven’t done it before in the car.”

That tone. It made you roll your eyes in annoyance but you secretly loved it, especially when things got heated and handsy with her.

“Watch the road, Capri.” You ignored her statement. “You dying once was enough for me. I can’t take that shit again.”

“I woke up.” She hums, shrugging in response. Her hand expertly moves to give you a teasing squeeze on the ass. You tutted, “Stop it.”

“Should we just take this to my house?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay.” You just knew that she’d be biting her lower lip, “Feeling a little feisty today, aren’t you?”

“Can we just go to the mall and get some froyo first, like you promised?” You asked quickly.

“Ah.” She chuckles, “So now, you want me.”

“Please?” You glanced at her, hopefully.

“Mm, okay.”

She doesn’t say anything else about that but you two ended up in the parking structure of the nearby mall. “Okay, we’re here let’s go, baby.” She gets out from the driver’s seat and opened your door for you. Reflexively, Capri slides her hand into your back pocket while you two walked, and you on the other hand snaked an arm around her waist.

“Oh, my God- Capri, it’s Alex. Alex, and- Darby.”

“Hey, y/n!” Alex waved at you happily. Which, caught the attention of your sister who whipped her head and saw you, right as you let go of your hold on Capri.

“Can’t run away now, can I?” You chuckled nervously.

“Yes, we can.” Capri leaned closer to whisper to you, “Just pretend you didn’t see them and walk away, come on.”

“My legs aren’t moving, Capri.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“What are you two doing here?” Darby asked, all smiley. Why was she not mad? “Y/N, you said you had a date-” Slowly, she was hit with the realisation that you had a date- with Capri Donahue, the school’s queen bee and mean girl. Someone everyone (well, nearly everyone), called a bitch. Someone most people feared.

“She’s your date?” Darby’s tone instantly changed to a harsh one of disbelief, “I can’t believe this. She’s put me through hell to help her and-”

“They look happy together.” Alex remarked, “Let’s just leave them alone.”

“Fine, whatever.” Darby huffs.

————

When you returned home that evening, the air in the house was tense. Your Dad greeted you, worried. “I’m- I’m fine.”

“I know you’re not.” He says.

“Then why’d you ask?”

He shrugs, asking you to sit down. “Did Darby tell you?”

“That you were on a date with the school’s biggest bully? Yeah, that was the one thing she was going on and on about since she got home two hours ago.”

“Dad, she’s not- she’s not like that. She really likes me. She loves me, Dad. And I love her too.” You looked at him tearfully.

“Hey, hey.” He hushed, “I’m not scolding you, sweetheart. That’s a good thing, and I’m happy for you that you’re in a relationship with someone who cares about you and adores you. You deserve all the great things in the world. So does Darby, but it wasn’t right of her to get mad at you.”

“I cannot believe you actually willingly kiss her with that mouth after you witness what she put me through. She humiliated me, she was a bully then expected me to help her move on when she died.” Darby busted out from her room and went off on a tangent about how unbelievable your relationship with Capri was.

“It’s all about how you feel, isn’t it?” You snapped, “So you see dead people- you help them. Capri died- she needed help and you were the one person we all knew could help her. She needed it. It’s not her fault that the doctors revived her- I know you’d be glad to see ‘a bitch like her’ die, but it’s all an act! You of all people should know that since the two of you were attached to the hip and always excluded me back then! Do you know how I felt having to witness someone I loved so much get electrocuted, went up around the gates of the other world and came back? I thought I would lose her for good, lose my chance to let her know how I felt. So I’m sorry you two don’t get along, but maybe try to see that she isn’t who people make it out to be. How you make her out to be. I’m not lose what I fought so hard for.”

You stormed off to your room and packed an overnight bag. Then, you walked back outside to tell your Dad that you were spending the night at Capri’s- maybe the weekend.

“y/n, wait.”

“I can’t.” You sniffled.

“I can drive you, honey.” Your Dad offers, “I don’t want you to drive when you’re upset like this.”

You refused his offer and left anyway, Darby was still running after you. “Enough, Darby. I hear you loud and clear. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” With that, you went on your way back to Capri’s. Your head was beginning to feel heavy after all the crying you’d already done today, but you pushed that feeling aside and continued your walk. She didn’t live far from yours, so you figured it wouldn’t be too bad of a walk. “y/n, please. I’m sorry.” That was the last thing you heard before you turned the corner and walked faster. Eventually, she couldn’t catch up to you- she wasn’t as in shape as you were.

As you were a couple streets away from Capri’s you saw bright headlights rushing towards you, a car was swerving out of control and your feet were rooted to the ground out of sheer terror.

“Oh, my God, y/n. Watch out!” You hear Darby far behind you as you were bracing for the impact- that could quite possibly kill you. Your eyes screwed shut as you hear it get closer and closer to you- all this went down in no more than a few seconds. But it never happens. You opened your eyes and the cars stopped barely a feet away from you, but turned away from your direction. Capri had her hands out, a terrified look on her face. You hear someone running up to you from behind. “Both of you, get away from there. Now.” Capri demanded, “I can’t hold it any longer. Move out of the way, now!”

Darby grabs your arm and led you across the street where Capri was. Quickly, Capri puts her hands down and the car started moving again, zooming straight ahead. “Don’t drink and drive, bitch!” Capri yelled.

“Oh, my God.” You kept mumbling over and over, crumbling in Capri’s arms when what happened finally hit you.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” Capri hugged you tightly, stroking your hair and pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“What- what was that?” Darby asks.

“That’s not important, is it?” Capri sighs softly.

“How’d you do that?”

“Not now, Darby,” Capri broke away from the embrace slowly, “Are you hurt, babe?”

You sniffled, shaking your head, “No, I just- you saved me. Oh, God, I’m gonna puke.” And you did, leaning over a bush, Capri rubs your back. “Okay, let’s get you into bed.” Capri has her arm wrapped around you on the remainder of the walk to her place. Darby was following closely behind you and Capri, holding onto your backpack.

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“So, you gonna tell me what that telekinesis shit was about?” Darby asks, pacing around the living room.

“That ‘shit’ saved your sister. My girlfriend. I never lost my powers.” Capri says.

“What do you mean?”

“What I said.” She answered, “Even after the doctors revived me, I never lost my powers. I can still move or stop things just by thinking it and moving my fingers, my hands…”

“Wow.”

“What? You gonna tell on me and make me the freak of the school now?”

“No, I think. It’s pretty damn cool. And thank you for saving her life.”

“I can’t have you go through what she did with me. I saw it all. She nearly killed herself because she couldn’t take losing me. I can’t- I just don’t want that to happen to anyone.”

“You saw-”

“Maybe that’s why I couldn’t let go and just pass on.” Capri shrugs. “I know I need to change but it’s gonna be a lot of work. Me being a bitch, it’s to protect myself. But then I didn’t need to anymore, but I was still stuck in my ways. You can hate me all you want, but just- don’t upset y/n over it. I love her, and that’s all you need to know.”

“What you did tonight, that’s enough for me to not hate you anymore.” Darby admits.

“That easy? Wow, Harper.” Capri joked and they laughed.

“That was not easy.” Darby says, “Thank you.”

“I hear you, Harper.” Capri smirked, “I might even ask her to marry me.”

“What?” Darby gasps, “Really?”

“Actually, yeah.” Capri nodded, her arms folded. “One day.”

“How long have you two been together anyway?”

“We’re coming up to a year.”

“Holy shit.” Darby chuckles, “Really?”

“Yeah.” Capri said back, “Look, I think honestly, we should just call a truce. We’re graduating soon with college starting in the fall. It seems stupid to carry on this childish high school ‘beef’- whatever it is.”

“Not necessary. I’m not even mad at you, and now not her, obviously. I just couldn’t comprehend that you would actually treat her well. And to hear that you guys have been together for a year, what you did tonight. I know all I need to now. We’re okay. Though one day I’m gonna get back at you for the frog.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Capri stood up.

“I’m gonna get going.”

“Okay, good night, Harper.” Capri smiled slightly.

“G’night.”

“Be careful.” Capri reminded.

"One last question-"

"Shoot." Capri nods.

"Does y/n know about the telekinesis?"

"Yeah, she does."

"Cool. Night, Capri. See you around."

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

They say when you get your first love that it changes you forever no matter how hard you try to, that feeling just never goes away. That was how Miguel felt. The first day of school for him had him believing that he would sit all alone during lunch, but there you were in your timid and shy nature accepting him and inviting him into your small group of three. You already liked him from day one, but it took him a while to fully admit it himself that he loved you more than anything…and that he should have told you sooner because now time didn’t seem to be in your favor. He pocketed his hands when he entered your room. The tv playing some random show caught his attention. His arrival caught yours. He sighed tiredly, as you turned your head from the screen to his figure leaning on the threshold.

“Hey, there’s the All Valley State Champ.” You stared back at him with tired eyes. Yet your smile hid the fact that your own body was giving up on you. “H-How was the tournament? Did you reclaim your title?” You were always keen on avoiding your problems. “-why are you still in your gi?” You questioned his attire.

“I-I was gonna change but I wanted to see you first before I Ief- went home.” He quickly corrected himself. He was still standing in the doorway. He couldn’t even look at you and it broke you.

“Oh.” You looked up at the ceiling waiting to overcome the silence and the tension between the two of you.

“I-I don’t know whether I should be mad at you?”

“I mean…you can, what’s stopping you?” You shrugged.

“I care about you too much.” And I still love you. He wanted to say. He took a few more steps into the room, hands in the pocket of his gi.

“Ah…” You stifled a laugh. You fought the urge to smile. “I see.” You tried sitting up, but everything hurt too much to move, and Miguel noticed and pushed off from the threshold.

“Here let me-”

“No, no it’s fine-”

“I got it-”

“Miguel, it’s fine-”

“Let me just-”

“No really-”

The bickering and slapping of hands away went on until the dam broke on Miguel’s end. The flood of water rushed forward, drowning any happiness he had left.

“I’m mad at you!” You stopped hitting his hands away, hearing his voice crack. “W-Why would you keep this from me?”

“Miguel-”

“When we broke up at the end of sophomore year…I felt frustrated because we would tell each other everything. We were a team, we had trust in each other-”

“Miguel Please-”

“But then I started noticing how hesitant you were becoming when it came to telling me what was on your mind, and I thought it was because I did something…” He trailed off, trying to read through you like a book. You had closed your eyes avoiding his eyes. “But imagine my surprise, along with everyone else, when we found out you had cancer.” Tears started welling up in your eyes when you finally looked up at him. “You have cancer, and you didn’t say anything!”

“What was I supposed to say, Miguel?” Your hands gripped the blankets over you.

“That you’re sick! That you might not-” He stopped himself before his voice got more shaky. “Anything, Y/n. You could have said anything.” His shoulders slumped down. He gave a tired defeated sigh. His heart hurt too much as it was. “Why?” His gaze turned repeatedly from the bed to the loose thread on your blanket.

“I didn’t want you to treat me differently.” You gulped nervously.

“I wouldn’t have-” He tried to argue.

“Yes! You would have!” You whimpered. “You would have made sure I wouldn’t push myself past my limits, you would have sacrificed your own time with your friends if I wouldn’t feel up to leaving my house because I’d be too exhausted to walk. You would have done that because you’re such a great guy who cares a lot about others.”

“Y/n-” He came closer to sit on the side of your bed.

“I-I’m sorry.” You cried. You started shaking your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should’ve told you. I kept telling myself if I had said something sooner, then maybe things could have been different between us.” You sob as Miguel pulls you into his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He shushed you. “It’s okay. I forgive you okay. Know that I forgive you. Besides, I probably would have done the same thing if I was in your shoes.” Miguel held you in his arms that night. “You’re gonna be okay, alright.” He kept reminding you that you were safe and it was okay for you to rest your eyes even if you didn’t want to. He reassured you that you could. That he wouldn’t be mad if you did. He could see what was left of a fight behind your eyes. You were out of energy to keep going. “I love you. I love you so much, Y/n.”

“I— I love you too…Miguel.” You breathed out heavily. It grew harder to keep your eyes open. So they slowly started shutting. Miguel whispered empty promises into your ear. Words of endearment. How he’d take you on a date when you got out of here. He did promise though that he wouldn’t leave your side all night, and he didn’t, he stayed with you curled up into his side, until your heart stopped, which made him go into panic mode as he frantically tried doing chest compressions on you.

“Help! I need some help in here, please!” He yelled as he heard the annoying buzzing of the monitor.

“She’s crashing. This is a code blue! Sir, I’m going to need you to step away from her and wait outside, okay?” A nurse tried coaxing Miguel into the hall so that the nurses and the doctor could help you. “The doctors need room to help her.”

“Please don’t let her die. Please!” His back hit the wall. He sank to the ground running his hands through his hair as he anxiously watched them work quickly.

“They are gonna do everything they can for your friend. Is there someone I can call? A parent or guardian?”

“M-My mom.” He was finally able to relax enough to speak. “My mom, you can call her.” He nodded quickly.

“We have a pulse!” Miguel perked up at the sound. He slumped his shoulders sliding his legs forward so they lay straight on the ground.

“Hear that!” The nurse rubbed his shoulder gently. He gulped not the knot in his throat. He closed his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek. He nodded repeatedly. The monitor showing your steady heart beat again from where he sat outside your room.

“She’s a fighter.”

“She is.” He tiredly smiled. “Always has been.”

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 8

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"Ok, Lola. Are you ready for your present?"

"Yes!"

"The first part is here" I say, giving her a tablet.

"What do I do?"

"Just press play."

"Hello Lola, Merry Christmas!"

"Oh my God, it's Mason!" she screams.

"I hope you are enjoying the holidays with your family, give them all a hug from me. To your untie too" he says with a wink. "Anyway, I've heard that you now have a new favourite player, that I don't own that honour anymore. But I am not mad, don't worry."

"How does he..."

"Keep watching" I tell her.

"I still think I'm better than him, but hey" Mason shrugs. "You should know that he feels very lucky to be your favourite player now, but what if he tells you himself? Dec, come here!"

"Hello mate. And hello Lola, Merry Christmas" Declan says, showing up next to Mason. "Hope you are good."

"She's having a heart attack" my dad laughs.

"Thank you for choosing me as your favourite player, I hope I don't disappoint you."

"Nah, you won't" Mason says.

"Thanks bro" Declan chuckles. "So, we have a little gift for you and your family, Lola."

"This" Mason says, showing some tickets on camera.

"We would love it if you all came to watch us play on Boxing Day, maybe even have a chat after the game" Declan says.

"No way!" Lola screams, her eyes growing wider and wider.

"And when we say the whole family, we mean all of you. You too, auntie" Mason says with a smile, making me roll my eyes. Again, because I have already watched the video. I wanted to make sure they didn't say anything stupid.

"I look forward to meeting you, Lola" Declan says.

"And Merry Christmas!" both of them say at the same time, the video ending with that.

"Auntie... Is this true? Are we going to the West Ham-Chelsea?"

"We are" I say, showing her the tickets.

"Oh my God!" she screams again, jumping at me to hug me.

"You are like the best aunt ever. Ever, ever, ever!"

"Thank you, Lola. But if you keep squeezing me like that, I won't be the best aunt for too long" I chuckle.

"Sorry, sorry. Are you coming too?"

"I am. And I am wearing my Mount shirt. If I can find it."

"You'll wear Mason's, and I'll wear Declan's! We'll be matching! Isn't that perfect, mum?"

"It is, darling" she says, looking at me and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

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"I can't believe you kept all this from me, you little bitch!" Monica says, hitting my arm.

"Ouch!"

"You deserve it! I thought that after everything you went through over the summer, you would share something like this with me! Like, you freaking met again, and it actually was a coincidence!"

"I know."

"And things weren't weird! You behaved normal!"

"We did" I say.

"Urgh, Dani! You know what this means, right? You are getting a second chance! This is what I told you! If destiny brings you back together, it's because you belong together!"

"Aren't you getting a bit too excited?"

"Maybe I am, yes. But I am just so happy for you! This was the reason why you had that little smile these past days!"

"What?"

"You probably haven't noticed, but I have. I know you better than yourself, remember?"

"I just... Ok. Yes. Maybe since we met again, I feel like this weight on my chest has lifted."

"Ah!" Monica says, hugging me just like Lola did.

"I would like to be able to go to that match. Can you please let go?"

"Yes, yes, sorry. I can't wait to see you with his shirt. Imagine if he scores and dedicates you the goal!"

"He has a girlfriend." One with whom he may be having trouble judging by the way his face changed at the bookstore when I mentioned her, but his girlfriend still.

"He has. But he also has feelings for you. He wouldn't have gotten us those tickets and recorded that video if he didn't."

"You think?"

"Yes, I do. Now let's go find that shirt, God knows where you put it. It will definitely need a good ironing."

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“Lola, darling. Breathe” my sister chuckles.

“Yes, yes, sorry. I just can’t believe I am meeting you!” she says to Declan. After the game, they did as promise and met us to have a chat. Though so far, only Declan and Lola are talking.

“Would you like me to sign your shirt?” Declan asks her.

“I would love that! Do we have a pen?”

“I don’t. Dani?” Monica asks me.

“Nope.”

“It’s ok, I’m sure someone has one in the changing room. Why don’t you guys come with me? I can give you a little tour” Declan offers.

“Yes! Can we, mum?”

“Of course. Dad?”

“That would be nice. Daniela?” he asks me.

“I…”

“I think she should wait here with Mason” Declan says. “Someone has to stay with him, I don’t want him to get lost.”

“I’m not a child, Dec” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but do you remember what happened the last time you came? You got lost. I trust Daniela, I’m sure she can take care of you. Shall we, guys?”

“Wait, what?” I say. But before I can properly protest, they all are gone and it is just Mason and I standing in the middle of a corridor.

“He did that on purpose.”

“You think?” I say, rolling my eyes. “Do you at least know where the exit is? We can wait for them outside.”

“It is freezing cold outside. Why don’t we wait at the bar?”

“Ok, fine.”

“My shirt looks really nice on you” Mason says after walking in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Thank you” I reply, looking anywhere but at him. “Are you sure you know where we are going?”

“Yeah, we are… shit” he says when we make it to an emergency exit.

“Dear God, Mason. We are lost.”

“No, we are not. We are just a bit…”

“Lost?” I chuckle.

“We’ll find our way back, don’t worry. We just have to follow the same route but backwards.”

“Do you remember it?”

“I…”

“We are lost. They are going to close the stadium with us inside.”

“Nah, Dec and your family would not allow that.”

“What? After setting us up? C’mon, Mason. You aren’t that stupid.”

“Wait, did you just compliment me?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“And was that a smile? Oh, my God. It’s a late Christmas miracle!”

“Shut up!” I say, hitting his arm.

“She’s mean and she’s violent. Wow.”

“This is nothing compared with what I can do. Besides basketball, I also did some karate when I was a kid.”

“Did you?” he says with a smile that makes his dimple pop, making me want to kiss it. Wait, what? “You are staring.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are staring. At my mouth. Do you want to kiss me?” he says, taking a step closer.

“I wasn’t staring at your mouth, I was just looking at your cheek. And why would I want to kiss you?”

“I don’t know” he shrugs, taking another step forward and getting closer to me. “Maybe you were thinking about my car in Portugal.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure. Then why are you blushing?”

“I am not blushing.”

“Yes, you are Daniela. Your cheeks,” he says, touching my face and making my heart skip a bit “are as red as United’s shirt.”

“They are not” I whisper.

“I want to kiss you” he says, his face very close to mine while his thumb caresses my cheek.

“And I don’t want you to kiss me.”

“Because you want to kiss me?”

“I don’t kiss people I don’t like.”

“Sure” he says, his lips brushing against mine.

“Mason…”

“That’s my name.”

“I…” And I’m not able to say anything else. I can’t resist it anymore, and I kiss him.

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