#Are you going to tell me that no one has ever noticed the keyholes

[whatsorryiwasntlistening]

oml you watched "uncharted" I love that movie

I watched Uncharted! It was great! I have some problems with it but nothing a little suspended disbelief wont fix.

#Uncharted spoilers #Like are you going to tell me that they didn’t do soundings of the who knows how old building #Are you going to tell me that no one has ever noticed the keyholes #No one has ever tied knocking down the wall at that party to see what’s behind it? #No one wondered about the trap door under the big building? #No one noticed to massive holes it the floor with two giant sailing ships in it? #Really? #And how did a centuries old #slightly rotting WOODEN ship survive being rammed into a stone pillar? #But its fine #its fine #its just a movie #It’s fine #bestie ᕦ✩

[sluttywoozi]

Vampire Wonwoo Headcanons

Notes: sfw; wonwoo is old as hell, like volturi old; this is super long soz

Total recluse, is not up with the times at all

Doesn’t have a phone, or internet, until he meets you

You meet at a bookstore, you work there and that’s the only place he goes

He’s breathtakingly lonely

Doesn’t talk much, just stares at you with those dark, baleful eyes and listens to every single word you say

Turns them over in his head until he can conjure the sound of your voice

Overhears you saying your apartment building is being demolished and that you have nowhere to go

Posts a flier advertising his spare room on a pillar outside the bookstore the next day

You move in the next week

His house is old af, super victorian, creaky as all hell

There are hallways leading to nowhere, locked doors without keyholes, and mirrors covered with sheets everywhere

He’s got a sunroom but it’s all boarded up, and as soon as winter hits and you mention missing the sun, he’s prying the boards off with his bare hands

Probably should have waited until the sun went down but he’s only a little singed so it’s okay

Sleeps so much

Like most of the hours in the day

Finds himself missing you though, dreaming about you and longing for you, and realizes all he has to do is rest less and spend that time with you instead

His schedule gets a little wonky because yours is, but it works

Basically, he goes to coffin when you leave and gets up when you come back to him home 

You have to go away for a month to take care of family and you adopt a cat to make sure wonwoo doesn’t just sleep the whole time you’re gone

He’s rested for longer, he tells you, but you don’t care

Because if he’s sleeping the whole time, you won’t be able to talk to him at night

Which is why you also put him on your phone plan

He doesn’t make you pay rent, so it’s the least you could do

Takes you ages to teach him how to use the phone, and even longer for him to actually think to use it, but it’s all worth it when you get that first selfie 

It’s mostly of Howl, but you can see the rim of wonwoo’s glasses and you count that as a win

Doesn’t outright say he misses you but definitely acts like it

Texts you all the time, sends voice notes when he gets so excited that his thumbs move too fast for the phone to handle

It’s the most you’ve ever heard from him, and you can only hope that doesn’t change when you return

Of course it does though

He avoids you like the plague as soon as you get home, only opens his door to let howl out to see you, times his feeds with your shifts at the bookstore so he can be out while you’re home and home while you’re out

You have no clue why he’s suddenly being so reclusive again, and it pisses you off

And makes you sad, but you choose to focus on the anger

Eventually, you threaten to break down his door 

He refrains from reminding you that he could kill you with one hand behind his back and finally opens up

He looks fucking awful 

His cheeks are gaunt, his skin pallid, his eyes sunken, and you wonder if he’s been feeding at all

And then he has the nerve to give you attitude, to tell you he hasn’t been ignoring you, that he’s just going about his undead life like he always has

And ohhhh that gets you mad, that gets you real mad, mad enough to step into his space and maybe shout a little and perhaps poke his chest with your finger and shit, his pecs are like freakin marble

He’s still as a statue through all of this, and when you’re finally done yelling, it occurs to you that it might not have been the best idea to lose it on your landlord/roommate/vampire bestie

But he’s… smiling?

It’s small, and just barely noticeable, but the corners of his mouth are curled up in a smile, and that steals all the rest of your anger

“You care about me,” he says, awe evident in his voice and wonder clear on his face

“Of course I do! Are you fucking stupid?” You shout at your wits end, ready to lose it again

“Apparently.”

Things are different after that

He’s more open than ever, spends literally every waking moment with you 

Until he meets your best friend’s boyfriend

Him and mingyu latch on to each other immediately in a true show of black cat and golden retriever energy

Pretends he doesn’t want to hang out every time mingyu asks, opens the door for him without fail

mingyu introduces wonwoo to video games and he’s lost to you for weeks

he stops only to feed and even then, he doesn’t get nearly enough

you have to conspire with mingyu to get him to a good place in the game and then cut the internet

he’s upset at first but then he realizes how hungry he is 

and how much he misses you

he keeps his gaming to just a few hours a day from then on

before he knows it, a year has passed, and his life looks so very different than it did what feels like a moment ago

his house feels like a home, he has hobbies, he has friends, he has you. 

He doesn’t know when (time is meaningless to one as old as him) but somewhere along the way, he started seeing you differently

You always had a glow, something like an aura, to him

But now, you’re so golden it’s almost like he’s back in the sunshine

He hasn’t felt it in millennia, but you warm him from the inside out just like the sun used to

It’s why he pulled away when you had to leave all those months ago

Well, after you got back all those months ago

When you were gone, he realized that you’re the only bright spot in his life, and that was scary

He didn’t have to confront it until you got back, so he did the only thing he knows how to do - not confront it at all

He should have known you wouldn’t abide by that, but he wasn’t upset at being called (threatened) out

If anything, it made him realize that he’s important to you just like you’re important to him

Plus you’re beautiful when you’re angry

You’re beautiful always, and there hasn’t been a day since he met you that the thought hasn’t crossed his mind

Now it’s almost recurring, so frequent that it’s become a problem for him

Because you’re his best- 

He can’t say friend anymore, but best works. You’re his best. The best person he knows, the best thing in his life, the best of him

One night, you’re both reading in the study; science fiction for him and romance for you

You gasp every so often, and after a particularly loud one, he glances over surreptitiously to find you curled up with your hands pressed to your cheeks and the book in your lap

“What happened?”

“They finally kissed,” you beam at him, your eyes watery and your glee uncontained

He can’t focus on his own book after that, his thoughts full of what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d sound like, feel like, taste like

If you would gasp for him like you gasp for your book

If you would kiss him back

For days, that’s all he can think about

He doesn’t know what to do with it, or how to behave around you, but he can’t avoid you like he did last time

He doesn’t have it in him to be away from you for too long anymore, his cold heart even colder without you

So instead he grows quiet and follows you like a shadow, like a ghost

You recognize that he needs some time to work through his feelings, and go about your business, a vampire and a cat on your heels at nearly all times

It all culminates when you’re trying to teach him how to cook

He never had a need for the skill until you, but now, he wants to be able to take care of you if some illness or poor fate should befall you

When you ask him why he wants to learn, he tells you exactly that, and you’re so endeared you wrap your arms around his neck and press a quick kiss to his cheek

You pull away like you didn’t mean to do that, but he doesn’t want you to go, his own arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him

He can feel your heart racing against his chest, hear the way it skips when he squeezes and starts to lean in

He goes so slowly, it could literally be minutes before he kisses you, so you close the distance between you and press your lips to his

He hasn’t kissed someone in ages, and now he’s kissing you, and you smell so good and taste so good and feel so good, he could die again 

Time slips away and he loses himself in you, a hunger like he’s never known growing in the pit of his belly

It's a unanimous decision to postpone cooking lessons and go straight to bed 😌

#wonwoo headcanons #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo imagines #seventeen series #seventeen fic #seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #kpop headcanons #supernatural svt

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY/Swords of Fate: Arc Kingdom

Chapter 1 - The Omen

Fairy tales. Myths. Legends. Stories with dashing heroes and sinister villains. Many of these tales share a common source and many diverge from their original tellings. No two versions of one story are ever exactly the same. They evolve, shift and adapt. This is one such a story. In two worlds of aura and magic, there was a young man who desired fo cherish and protect. He never imagined that he would be the one to pull the legendary sword from the stone. With that simple choice, he carved a new path for himself; the path of a hero and the path of a king. And so begins the story of the Arc Kingdom.

—1st June 734 AGW, Remnant - Kingdom of Atlas, Solitas—

Jaune and his team threw off their thick coats as soon as they entered Atlas Academy. Even in the summer, the bitter cold of Solitas still packed a punch. The heat from the generators hit them like a truck. Team JNPR all hummed delightfully as they welcomed the warmth.

Jaune: Woah man!! That's muuuuch better!

Nora: Ahhhhhh!!! It's good to be out of the cold.

Pyrrha: Oh my. *looks around* this place is magnificent!

Ren: *nods* It is remarkable indeed.

The inside of the building had royal blue marble floors, with ivory white walls, pictures of the various locations of Solitas and the alumni of Atlas Academy Huntsmen and Huntresses. Walking down the corridor was the headmaster of the school, General James Ironwood, sporting a five o'clock shadow. Accompanying him were two new faces. One of them was a young man with auburn hair, green eyes and who wore a white coat over an emerald green suit. Next to him was another man with long, white hair, light purple eyes, wearing dark purple suit.

James: Team JNPR, welcome to Atlas Academy. *smiles* It's great to see you again after so long.

Pyrrha: It's great to see you too, Headmaster Ironwood. Are you enjoying your summer break?

James: *chuckles* As much as I'd like to, I unfortunately can't. There's always work to be done if we want to stop the threat of the grimm.

Ren: Evil truly never sleeps, huh?

James: And neither do huntsmen and huntresses.

Jaune: *raises hand* Um, Headmaster? Who are your friends with you?

Dr. Roman: Oh sorry about that, *chuckles* I was waiting for Jimmy here to introduce us. I'm Dr. Romani Archaman, from Vacuo. Most of the students here just call me Dr. Roman. It's very nice to meet you.

Nora: Hi there, doc!

Dr. Merlin: And you may call me Dr. Merlin. I'm an old friend of Ozpin's. It's a pleasure to meet you all.

Pyrrha: Very nice to meet you too. *smiles*

Dr. Roman: James has told us so much about you and Team RWBY. I heard that you all managed to fight back against a grimm invasion in Beacon. That's insane!

Jaune: *chuckles* Well, that's a little exaggerated-

Dr. Roman: Not at all! For first year students to fight back, let alone survive is a fantastic achievement! You should all be proud of yourselves!

Ren: *shakes head* We were just doing our jobs as huntsmen and huntresses. Making sure everyone got out of there alive.

James: And it was thanks you, RWBY, SSSN, ARBN and the other students from all the academies that countless lives were saved that day. It's no small achievement, it was heroic. For that, I thank you. *bows*

Jaune: Well... uh... we're always ready to help out when needed.

James: I'm glad to hear that, because it's time I showed you what I, Roman and Merlin have been working on. Come with me.

Team JNPR followed James and the two doctors down the corridor. They approached the elevator and entered inside. Team JNPR noticed that below the buttons to all the floors was a keyhole. From his pocket, James took out a key and placed it in the keyhole, twisting it. The elevator started to go down and Nora's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Nora: Are we going to a secret basement?

Dr. Merlin: *chuckles* Something like that.

The further they went, the more ominous it felt. Pyrrha felt her skin crawl. She was reminded of what happened one year ago when she was led underground back at Beacon.

Jaune: *holds Pyrrha's hand* Are you okay?

Pyrrha: *shakes head* Not really. But thanks, Jaune. *smiles*

The elevator finally stopped and the door opened. As they stepped out, what they saw was almost otherworldly. The room was lit by a brillaint blue light. At the center was a large, blue holographic sphere floating above them. Surrounding it were several silver pillars. Team JNPR were in awe.

James: Team JNPR, I give you Project Arcadia.

Nora slowly walked ahead of her team and gazed at the sphere. She noticed something oddly familiar about it. There were shapes that looked just like the landmasses she saw on the maps of Remnant.

Nora: Is that Sanus? Anima? Menagerie? Solitas?

Dr. Roman: To answer all of that, yes. You're looking at Remnant.

Dr. Merlin: Though to be more accurate, it's a Remnant. But not your Remnant.

Nora: Wait what?

Pyrrha: I'm sorry?

James: What you're looking at here is another Remnant, one of many.

Jaune: One of many? As in like a multiverse?

James: Precisely.

Ren: Why would you have a projection of another Remnant down here? What's going on?

Dr. Merlin: *raises hand* I believe I can explain that. A few months ago, I had a vision of a great disaster that would befall the other Remnant. *deep sigh* Ozpin was dead... and the Kingdom of Vale had fallen. Nothing leff but ruins and scorched earth.

Team JNPR: What?!

Dr. Merlin: Yes, dead. At the hands of the dark witch, Salem. I believe you've heard of her?

Jaune: We've heard of her alright. She's an old enemy of Ozpin's. Ever since he's told us about the history between them, he's been training us to fight her.

Dr. Merlin: That's Ozpin for you. He's made the right decision.

Nora: O-Ozpin's gonna die? And Vale will... burn?

Dr. Merlin: That might be what the vision showed me, but I'm determined to avoid that fate as much as possible. This is where you four come in.

James: When Merlin told me of his vision, he mentioned that Salem gathered a group of rogue mages. Their magic was enhanced by a special Relic, of sorts; The Holy Grail.

Team JNPR: *eyes wide*

Dr. Roman: According to Merlin, this Relic is supposed to grant miracles. Perform feats of magic unattainable even for the most powerful mage. But if his vision comes true, that means Salem would get her hands on it.

Dr. Merlin: One way to avert this disaster would be to destroy the Grail. If that happens, Salem would be weakened. She could still be a formidable threat, but not enough to be invincible.

Pyrrha: Hold on... you want us to stop her, don't you?

Dr. Merlin: I'm afraid so. This is what Project Arcadia is; a form of multiverse travel.

James: *points to pillars* These are known as Coffins. Merlin and I were able to combine science and magic and use it for a new form of technology called Rayshifting. It transforms your body, breaking it down into its soul form, known as a Spritron. Once that's completed, you are then transferred into the universe. Or at least, that's how it's supposed to work.

Dr. Merlin: As this is a prototype, we cannot physically send you to this alternate Remnant. Instead, we can send your conciousness into the body of your alternate self.

Team JNPR couldn't believe what they were hearing. This wasn't an ordinary mission. Jaune was trembling.

Jaune: Wait a second... I don't get it. Why do you need us to help you with this mission? What's so special about us?

Dr. Merlin: Those are fair questions, my boy. In the vision, Ozpin was surrounded by the bodies of knights. Among those were you, your Team and Team RWBY. Clearly, he sees great potential in all of you. Why else would he train you to fight Salem? Or choose one of you to be the host of the Fall Maiden?

Pyrrha: How did you-?

Dr. Merlin: Nothing gets past me, Miss Nikos. *smirks*

Jaune: *slowly backs away*

Pyrrha: Jaune!

Nora: Woah there! *gently grabs him*

Ren: Do you mind if we think about this for a moment?

Dr. Roman: Of course. We understand that we're asking a lot from you. Take one of the vacant dorms and rest up for the night.

Pyrrha: Thank you, Dr. Roman. Come on, let's go.

[Atlas Dorm]

Jaune sat on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The more he stared, the more he could feel an overbearing weight on his chest. Beside him sat his friends, unsure of what to do.

Pyrrha: Is everything alright, Jaune?

Jaune: *turns to Pyrrha and sighs* I dunno, Pyrrha. I just... this is a lot to take in. I mean, we're talking about a multiverse here! On top of that, they want us to go inside... ourselves to prevent Vale's destruction? That's a lot of pressure!

Nora: You're telling me. I mean, they expect us to just drop everything and say 'yes' to this? We're dealing with unfamiliar technology here. What if something goes wrong?

Pyrrha: These are friends of Headmaster Ironwood. Ozpin seems to have put a lot of faith in them. If he trusts them, then so do I.

Ren: Just because Ozpin trusts them, that doesn't necessarily mean we should. Something about Merlin doesn't seem right. For all we know, he could be lying.

Pyrrha: Ren, you're being ridiculous.

Ren: Am I? I don't think it's wise to just take what Merlin is saying at face-value. The fact that they want us for this mission and not have Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang or anyone else join us is pretty suspicious if you ask me.

Pyrrha: Look, I'm not saying that it isn't weird or that we shouldn't be cautious. I agree that something doesn't feel right. But think about it for a moment, what would Merlin have to gain from lying to us? And why would Headmaster Ironwood, a friend of Ozpin's, want to go along with it?

Nora: Agh! This is making me my head spin! Jaune, what do you think we should do?

Jaune: ...I need some air. *promptly leaves the room*

Jaune slid down the wall in complete exhaustion. He felt like he was letting his team down. He was the leader and he knew that they were counting on him to make a decision right now. But he was struggling. No matter how many times Jaune thought about it, there wasn't an easy answer to this. He reached into his pocket and took out his scrollphone. He dialed the number of the one person who understood the most; Ruby. Facing the camera, he waited until he saw her face. He felt a wave of relief upon seeing her again.

Ruby: Hey there, Jaune! How's Atlas?

Jaune: Hi Ruby. Uh, yeah... it's... okay.

Ruby: *frowns* What's wrong?

Jaune: *sighs* It's kind of a long story.

Jaune explained to Ruby about the dire situation he and his Team were in. His fingers were trembling so much that he nearly dropped the scrollphone.

Ruby: Hm. That's pretty rough. Do you think you can trust this Merlin guy?

Jaune: I'm not sure. I mean, if this other Remnant's survival hinges on us, shouldn't we go and help it?

Ruby: Well... what does your heart say?

Jaune: *small, nervous chuckle* It says I should go. I've always wanted to help others and protect those who need it. Even if that Remnant isn't my own, I should go and protect everyone there. Heroes go and fight the battles make sure we all live a better tomorrow, right?

Ruby: *giggles* Well if that's what you feel, then you have your answer. Good luck, Jaune and tell the others that too.

Jaune: Thanks Ruby. You're the best.

Ruby: *shakes head* No, you're the best. Make sure you come back in one piece, we still need to hang out at the Sweet Shack. *giggles*

Jaune: You can count on that, no problem. See you, Ruby.

Ruby: See you, Jaune.

Jaune hung up the scrollphone and held it close to his chest. Seeing Ruby made his heart flutter. He put his scrollphone away and opened the door to come back inside, only to see Nora, Ren and Pyrrha tumbling onto the floor.

Jaune: What the?! Were you guys evesdropping?

Nora/Pyrrha: ...no?

Jaune: Even you, Ren?

Ren: ...I got curious.

Jaune: *shakes head* Never mind. Look, I think we should help out Merlin and Ironwood. We all signed on to be huntsmen and huntresses. That means we do everything we can to save people from grimm and other evils. It'd be pretty irresponsible to just back out.

Pyrrha: That's a very mature decision, Jaune. I'm with you.

Nora: You can count me in too. If we can handle an invasion in our world, then a witch from another world is no problem at all.

Jaune: Ren?

Ren: I still think something's off about this... but if you feel it's the right thing to do, then I'm with you all the way.

Jaune: Thanks guys. *smiles* Now come on, we've got a cup to destroy!

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fanon #fate series #fate fanon #swords of fate #rwby swords of fate #arc kingdom #rwby arc kingdom #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #team jnpr #romani archaman #general ironwood #merlin #chapter 1

[hack-me-jake]

not the same - chapter 1

Characters : Jake x MC (Jade).

Words : 1641.

A YEAR LATER

"Ma'am, would you like to order something?" the waitress asks me again with the same calmness in her tone, smiling more brightly. I notice her red lipstick on the side of her teeth.

"Ma'am?" she asks again when I don't reply, she adds "Is he not coming?"

Of course, she knows I'm waiting for someone. I had been sitting in that restaurant for an hour checking my phone every few minutes and biting my nails in nervousness. At this point, anyone would know that I got stood up. This suddenly reminded me of Dan. I had made fun of him back then, but now that I know what it feels like. Trust me, it doesn't feel very good. Even if you don't care or love the person who didn't turn up.

I order myself a chicken salad and orange juice solely because it didn't seem appropriate to leave the restaurant after I had occupied their table for an hour.

When I looked around me, everything was normal. There were couples, some were with their families, everyone having a good time with their loved ones. What would life feel like if my parents were still alive and healthy? what would it be like to have a sister or a brother? How amazing would that be, be around people you care so much about and when you know they love you too?

Tears fill my eyes and I quickly wipe them with the back of my hand. No, I cannot cry and embarrass myself more tonight, I remind myself. I have to pretend to be normal, finish what I have ordered, and get out of here.

After ten minutes of chewing rapidly and gulping the juice, the mission is complete. Sure, I could see some people and the staff staring at me like I was a monster but I didn't care. I'm not coming here again anyway. I pay with my card and walk out as if I'm in a rush.

I promised myself to never go on a blind date ever again on the way back to my apartment. I could invest my time in dating and maybe if I tried I could really find love again. but I guess I didn't want to try.

because of him... My heart whispers and I scream out loud as if that thought would go away but it never does. He never leaves my mind even if it has been a long time now. I try explaining to myself again that surely he must've moved on by now, gotten busy with his own life. Surely, I didn't mean anything to him. It was stupid to believe that he would contact me once I was invaluable to him. But if that were the case, he wouldn't have confessed-

my phone vibration brings me back to reality, the caller ID shows "Ellie." I pick up clearing my throat.

"So? How was it?"  her voice makes me smile.

"It was.. amazing." I hadn't planned on lying but I only did it so she would stop worrying about me and setting me up on blind dates every week. It was just a waste of time. I knew it would never work with any of the men I was meeting.

"That's great! I can't believe it! so you are going out with him again, right?" the excitement in her voice kills me.

"Yeah, sure."

"that's amazing! Are you still with him?"

"Yeah.. he's walking me home," I tell her, hating myself for lying to her.

"Ah, that's so gentlemanly of him. well, I don't want to disturb you. Have fun, I'll see you tomorrow."

I hang up, sighing.

As I'm about to get in the elevator, my phone pings, and I decide to ignore it until I'm in my apartment but still check who it is.

My heart stops. And I blink several times to make sure I'm not seeing things. It can't be him. It can't be Jake.

No...

But it is. It is Jake...

I shut my phone and get in the elevator. I need to get to the apartment before I open the message. The elevator seems like taking its own time, I cursed myself for choosing an apartment on the 15th floor. Not knowing why he texted me and what he texted me about was driving me crazy.

When the elevator slides open, I run to my door. My nervousness makes it very hard for me to get the key in the keyhole, it seems to take hours. Finally, after a few tries, I enter the apartment and shut the door.

Sitting on my couch, I take my phone out and press on his message.

Only 4 words.

"You are in danger."

What? What does this mean? I have no time to think because the new message appears.

"Get out of there."

"NOW."

I throw my phone beside me and stand up, trying to make sense. I wasn't really expecting this, but he says I'm in danger so he must be right. I should be hurrying up, packing my bag to get out of here but I don't seem to move. It feels like someone has applied glue on my feet, I don't know what to do and I can't think.

After a few minutes, another message pops up "Open the door."

Not even a second later, there's a hard knock on the door and it scares me. I grab my phone and I'm sweating now, as I head for the door.

Without thinking about it, I open the door. He lets himself in and locks the door in the blink of an eye.

He is so close to me, we are almost touching each other. He has mesmerizing emerald-colored eyes that make me lose my mind, especially because he is staring hard at me but I can't see his expression because he is wearing a mask. He is breathing heavily which indicates that he was running. I have a strong urge to keep my hand on his chest and listen to his heart beating but I don't. We don't speak for minutes.

My mind runs searching for something to break the awkward silence but thankfully he speaks first, "Can I please have your phone?" He gestures a finger towards the cell phone in my hand.

But I don't understand what he says. My focus is on his voice. It's heavenly and not at all like that ugly device he used to cover his own voice before.

"Jake." My voice comes out shaky.

It almost sounds like a question, like I'm confirming if he really is Jake.

Without taking his eyes off me, he removes his cap revealing his soft black hair, and then he takes off his mask.

"Yes." He says, in an emotionless voice.

Oh, he is beautiful. The most beautiful creature on this planet. Pink full lips, straight nose, and his jawbone could cut grass, I swear.

And I'm sure I look like an idiot right now. I wished I could cover myself up in a blanket and hide but it was too late for that. He had already seen me. It was over.

I force myself to look away from him and turn away "Why do you want my phone?"

"Well, you already read the messages I sent you." He adds as he removes his backpack, taking out his laptop and setting them on the table "They know where you are and I need your phone so I can break the connection."

"What?" I turn around "Who knows where I am, Jake?"

"I'm sorry." He says as he walks toward me "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. But I promise you I will fix this. Nothing will happen to you as long as I'm alive." His voice sounds like he might cry, but he is trying so hard to control his emotions.

He still cared about me? I.. "So, what now?" I ask him, shutting my thoughts.

"We need to get out of here." he takes a quick glance around and then looks back at me, his eyes concentrating on me as if something was on my face "Are you okay?" He asks softly.

"What do you mean by getting out of here?" I fold my arms. Does he mean I have to leave everything behind? For how long?

Before he could answer his phone starts beeping loudly in his pocket and he whispers "Shit" before moving to his laptop on the table.

"What happened?" I ask but he doesn't respond to me.

He keeps typing random keys and without looking at me he says in a rush, "Pack your stuff, we are leaving in a few minutes."

I push my phone to the table and then head for my bedroom. I grab the backpack and shove a few clothes and some essentials in. I couldn't believe what was happening. I didn't even know what was happening, to be honest. But I couldn't argue right now. When I go back to the living room after a few minutes, the beeping had stopped and I find Jake with his hand in his hair staring at the screen.

I peek at his screen like I'm going to understand anything he was doing "Where are we even going?"

He shuts his laptop and slides it into his bag. Standing up, he says "Duskwood."

"What?!" Not believing what I had just heard I ask him again.

He puts his hand on my shoulder "I'm going to take you to Duskwood. You will be safe there with everyone. When I have made sure of your complete safety, you can be back here again and continue with your normal life."

I take a step towards him, and now we are touching each other "And what about you? Am I never going to see you again after that?" What about us?

He looks at me surprised and then whispers in a barely audible voice "Yes, you will never see me again."

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#duskwood #jake x mc #jake duskwood #mc duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood fanfic #mc x jake

[dairy-farmer]

(So Lois and Clark just arrived at Wayne manner everyone is talking. My worry is Lois isn't sympathetic enough. Like, this story is about Tim, but from the perspective of Lois which means she needs to be sympathetic to the reader. I'm worried the way she talks about Tim makes her more of an antagonist then anything. ~♡♡♡)

“That’s fine, Ms. Lane. Alfred should be in in just a moment with tea, and I thought we might talk before dinner about ground rules. Please, sit.” Bruce makes a small gesture, much like the one Alfred did earlier, and with a possessive hand on Tim’s back, sits both himself and Tim on the love seat across from herself. Bruce sprawls, like a king upon his throne while taking up so much room on the small sofa so Tim is forced to sit daintily, legs crossed in his black slacks and dark red, sleeveless keyhole turtleneck. It’s pretty but very feminine for a trans man, and Lois wonders how much control Tim has over something as simple as his wardrobe. Bruce’s arm wraps around Tim’s waist, pulling him even closer, and Tim simply allows the older man to manhandle him. Lois quietly seethes on Tim’s behalf, even as Clark clearly sees nothing wrong with the scene before him. She gives Bruce a sharp smile, and keeps her posture stiff. 

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne. However, I was talking to Tim. So, Tim, I was hoping before we started the interview, we would discuss what you are hoping to get out of the article. I would like to give you as much control over it as possible, but I do want to make it clear I will not lie aside from things that will protect caped identities. Does that sound okay?” She makes sure she loosens up, and offers Tim a softer smile when she begins to talk to him, not making any effort to hide her snub of Bruce. 

“Ms. Lane, if my wife wishes to speak, there is nothing stopping him. But-” Lois cuts Bruce off, unwilling to be cowed by yet another misogynistic man.

“Then Tim can tell me that.” Lois smiles, her expression one she had been told was uncannily shark-like. 

“My husband is correct, Ms. Lane.” Tim doesn’t even look at Lois as he spoke, instead his eyes are glued to where his hand is entwined with Bruce’s much larger hand. His voice is soft and dreamy, and with a rather pleasant lilt to it. Lois doesn’t know what to do with that, Tim either too cowed, or too scared to speak up for himself even when someone is holding the door open for him. She frowns, but Clark speaks before she can say anything else, ever the peacekeeper. 

“Ms. Lane, might I inquire as to how you take your tea?” Alfred breaks the mounting tension with his appearance, an ornate gold tea cart pushed before, although she doubts Tim has noticed, much less cares. She’s honestly a little worried he’s dissociationing. But there's nothing she can do for him right now, other than maybe try and keep his involvement minimal. With the kind of efficiency that speaks of practice and routine, Alfred places the tea set on the dark wooden coffee table, set for four. 

“You don’t have to wait on me Alfred, I can make my own cup, but thank you.” Lois offers, unwilling to sit while an old man serves her. Wayne, the ass, just smirks at that, which makes Lois bristle. 

“Lo, trust me, this is not a battle you will win. Just let Alfred make you a cup of tea. Thank you so much Alfred, I really appreciate you going to all this trouble for us.” Clark, apparently at ease with the whole arrangement, accepts his doctored tea gratefully. Alfred speaks in a wiry voice as he serves the couple across from them.

“I promise you Ms. Lane, as someone who has outlasted Master Bruce as well as his brood, I have yet to meet someone more stubborn. So please, before you hurt an old man’s feelings, tell me how you take your tea.” Between her husband’s words and the thought of offending the poor old man who is forced to heel to Bruce Wayne’s every whim, she yields.

Off the bat, one thing I absolutely love about this is you can tell in the way things are phrased the internal tone that lois has about all this “Bruce sprawls, like a king upon his throne while taking up so much room on the small sofa so Tim is forced to sit daintily”. She immediately gets a very cocky vibe from bruce and sees tim as being in a position where he’s being smothered and forced to endure something.

that’s then followed by her observations where she’s already inserted more assumptions because she wants her viewpoint to be validated. Which makes sense since, unlike how she usually is, she’s emotionally compromised by THIS situation in particular and as a result, it provides a great explanation for her behavior!

hence why she thinks that tim doesn’t even have control over his own wardrobe since she perceives it as being very ‘feminine’ for a transman which itself sets up a very clear point where lois has an idea of how certain people act or behave and has some expectations as a result. tim is in a relationship with and married to his former boss in which there is a massive power imbalance therefore he must be like the millions of women who were in similar situations.

she might also be feeling isolated in this situation which explains why she may be more aggressive than usual. she’s in a room where the odds are silently 3 against 1, she’s the only person that seems to see that there’s something wrong about this and those numbers include her husband and that must hurt.

i can imagine her internalized feelings about that with something like her trying to smother the ache that rings in her chest like a church bell at the fact that clark sees nothing wrong with the scene in front of them. she’s told him. over and over. what she feels, why it's wrong, how things couldn’t possibly be as fairytale-esque as he says. it’s led to some pretty tense fights between them and for the sake of keeping peace in their home, they’d both resolved to stop bringing it up.

but still. she can’t help but feel a little abandoned at the soft and carefree look on clark’s face as they all shake hands.

her and bruce haven’t been on good terms since his wedding. the one she hadn’t gone to because she’d had a ‘cold’.

she remembers that tim looked so young that day, she saw the photos clark took on his phone as she ate a slice of the wedding cake he’d brought home for her.

the frosting had tasted like glue in her mouth as she stared at the youthful face pressing kisses to bruce’s cleanly shaved jaw. fuck, he’d looked so young. he was in his twenties but still looked like a high schooler and that did things to lois’s head.

she’s spent the night thinking back on every interaction she and bruce had ever had and wondered how she’d missed something like this about him.

clark tried convincing her otherwise, tried telling her that yes, they were unconventional, but they truly did care for each other- he’d heard their heartbeats that day and-

lois ignored the rest of what came out of his mouth because he didn’t understand.

he didn’t GET it. not really.

clark was big.

very big.

and if anyone wanted to mess with him, they’d have a hard time and that was obvious just by looking at him.

bruce was very much in same boat. people knew who he was, what his money could do, and that didn’t even include his very muscular physique.

people like tim on the other hand. people like her...

people saw them and thought they could do whatever they wanted to them.

it wasn’t fair. she was well fucking aware of how unfair it was and she tried to imagine.

she tried to imagine what it would be like to be timothy drake.

seventeen years old, recently graduated, living on his own, away from his parents and his friends.

and one night your boss asks you to stay late. he needs help with the copy machine and you’re the only intern in the whole building of your college newsroom that apparently knows how to work it.

but you’re young, it’s your first time away from home and you just feel so proud about having landed the internship.

you feel so smug about your articles making up the bulk of the little newsletter even if hardly anyone reads it.

you’re more than happy to show him where the slot for the toner is, run a test copy- then your boss puts his hand on your waist.

he inches his head down and you smell the coffee on his breath as he presses you against the copy machine and asks a question that doesn’t sound like a question.

but you’re lois lane and your dad was military and you grew up on a base with other military brats whose idea of fun was playing ‘mercy’ until one of you cried.

it’s your only infraction while you’re at university. you’re lucky you don’t get expelled for breaking a senior staff member’s nose.

but he backs you up, he tells people that it was an accident, you didn’t mean to. he saves you from getting expelled. and it makes you so sick that you’re grateful for his help so you don’t say anything about what really happened.

you think it’s a fluke. just one bad egg in the carton.

but then you graduate and get your first real job at a woman’s magazine and you figure out that there are a lot of bad eggs.

lois imagines what it would be like to be timothy drake.

she looks at his small form and delicate structure. she stares at his soft abdomen and hands that smell like baby powder and blended carrots.

and she just knows.

she knows in her gut that this isn’t right.

confronted with a man that’s never been told no, or denied what he wants.

lois tries to imagine what it would be like to be timothy drake on that first night wayne showed who he was.

so she uses her pen to write about workplace harassment. she does a decade-long account of all of bruce wayne’s ill-advised and short “relationships” for a wedding present.

tim the youngest partner bruce has had since he was twenty. it does not make her feel better.

then perry tells her about the puff piece on the waynes. on tim.

clark thinks it’ll do her good. she can’t imagine he’s having a very good time. with both his spouse and best friend at odds.

at first lois is against it because like hell will a kind word about wayne ever leave her mouth but then she thinks of tim.

of his silent voice, his rare appearance in public.

she thinks of sitting down and being able to say for him what he’d never been able to.

of freeing him from the shame he’s felt all these years. of letting him be able to say what really happened that night at the copier.

so she agrees to do it

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i think that if lois comes across as being unsympathetic it’s probably because she has a good reason. she relates too much and maybe in some ways is projecting onto the situation. if she feels like she’s not being heard then those feelings might seep deeper and it’s only when tim shows her, tells her about what he and bruce are; that she’ll ever be able to understand that their situations are not the same.

I think painting lois as a misplaced by good-intentioned hero would do really well for easing your worries!! she did like bruce, considered him a friend and then she's confronted with the sight and possibility of him being just liek every single mysogynist man out there that does what they want when no one's looking. but she is. she's looking.

and she sees him. or she believes she does.

if both you and the reader are able to see the reason behind her behavior before the interview takes place or even directly afterward then you’ll be able to see her actions as well-intentioned albeit misplaced.

your lois really does seem to be keeping a keen eye on tim only that she’s misinterpreting them because she doesn’t understand just how weird bruce and tim’s relationship is here!!!! which, honestly, is really the case for everyone until they're exposed to them.

I LOVED this!!!! i can see the tension building up with how short lois is, she wants tim to be comfortable enough to be able to talk with her but at the same time SHE'S the one uncomfortable whether she knows it or not due to bruce's prescense <33333

lois's discomfort and rejection of bruce is relationship doesn't have so much to do with them as it has to do with her which is why not even clark's assurances and words were enough to sooth her (very well hidden) anxieties about it!

this was excellent!!!!!

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #civilian au

[jabbage]

#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

[meduseld]

your last au has me going through it 😭💔 does nick tell isaiah anything about ziggy? also is isaiah more like his mom or his dad? or both maybe? im sure its heartbreaking either way! ❤️

It has me going through it too (and work has been bonkers so yay, finally able to answer ur ask!)

I think Nick does, in vague terms, but always complimentary. Never a bad word. "I loved your mother and she loved you" "She was brave and bold and smart" and "Your mother would be proud". Isaiah catches on fairly early on that his mom is a) not dead b) his father is still in love with her and b) she wasn't married to his dad and that all that is ~hot gossip~ but he doesn't push it bc he loves his dad and thinks this would be hurtful, but also would be a bit afraid of the answers too. [Town ladies talk, and plenty tired to leverage "the boy needs a mother" into being a stepmom married to the most important man in town but Nick rebuffed them all bc he's still evidently in Love with Ziggy. So they talk shit about her too and Isaiah is a good listener, good at being unnoticed when it suits him].

Nick probably scrounged up photos of Ziggy too, to give to Isaiah, which he keeps on his nightstand. Nick was *truly* bowled over by the love he feels for his child, he's the first Goode man to actually love and care for his son as a person and son and not a Pact necessary inheritance/failsafe. Which while great and motivating and fulfilling, also hammered home how little his dad cared for him as a person and how morally bankrupt he really was. Nick is sweating the Pact because he loves his son and wants to save Isaiah's soul and future and doesn't want him tainted by this. See Satan thought that accepting Isaiah as Ziggy's "sacrifice" to be allowed to leave Sunnyvale meant that it would effectively baby trap Nick into the Pact because the Heir is Right There and he can't leave because of the Pact, it really brought home to Nick that he would do anything to save Isaiah from that fate *and* allowed Ziggy to gear up a return that ends the Pact and does save Isaiah.

I think that Isaiah, like a lot of kids, has both the best and the worst of his parents in him. He's strong and smart and brave. And like them, laser focused and committed. Which is great when it comes to goals, less so when he decides you've wronged him and are getting Revenged. On the surface he does seem a lot like Nick, since that's who raised him, Sunnyvale polite, but he's never been Will or Sheila style. He's quiet and studious and very very observant. That comes from some of Nick's not great traits: despite trying to be better, a lifetime of isolationist secrecy rubs off and Isaiah gets fast that there's a lot Not Being Talked about and all about Nick's extreme idea of discretion and the particular Goode family Omerta. So he's likeable, and has friends, but they are shallow bonds. No sleepovers, he would never dream of it and Nick wouldn't let it happen either. But he's very very good and getting and gathering information, listening at keyholes, going unnoticed to spy and because of that slyly manipulative to get the info and results he wants. People don't notice, except maybe Nick. He's the nice popular guy, the one you wish you hated but ugh no he's sweet, but again he doesn't do deep bonds and if he feels you deserve comeuppance he makes sure you get it....... and that no one ever knows Isaiah is behind it. That laser focused dedication again. He seems like the typical carefree handsome straight A class president who is friends with everybody, but underneath he is tightly controlled and calculated, aware of everything and keenly insightful, and faaaaaaaar more anxious than he seems. It's a very Batman and Bruce Wayne situation, in fact probably what Bruce would have been if his parents lived, by putting on the expected persona of the wealthy scion of the elite that totally isn't weird or into Stephen King or constantly freaking out. Just like Bruce Wayne is himself neuroatypical and probably mentally ill, which is hard to tell with the personas and drives he has built, Isaiah has a LOT of generational/genetic curses (not just the Satan bit that still has some influence but addiction issues on the Berman side and the health consequences of longterm stress marginalization and poverty that we know are passed down from mother to child. Trauma lasts ages and both his parents have that and generations of terrible parenting to get them there).

He's also got that Berman passion and tension, so on the outside he and his dad seem ultra tight and agreeing, and while they are super close, they clash a lot behind closed doors (very, YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, GAWD DAD YOU ARE SO ANNOYING style, not like actual fights. Bratty teen stuff). And while he does follow Nick's lead on propriety and such, he has Ziggy's laugh and smile, and sometimes he'll make a gesture that's so Ziggy that Nick needs to catch his breath from the way it hits him so hard. The first time he laughed, not a baby laugh but when it was his distinct laugh, Nick heard Ziggy and almost cried.

#nick x ziggy #more pain baby #fear street #goode family #isaiah has a better chance but #i think even after his dad's death and the curse ending #ziggy would see a lot of nick in him to her delight and also terror #he's never gonna be quite a hero but i think he'd be on the side of the angels

[silenceofthecookies]

Author san!!! Can I use my free pass for the Black bull team pleasee!! I am sure one piece requests will flood away but I wanna read about the black bulls team so much. Fluff/Romance HCs. It can be anything like first meetings or kiss idk what ever you wish and feel like writing. Its your choice. The black bulls, I love them so much especially Zora... I absolutely fell in love with his charecter design, his outfit and his personality. Sadly he is not that popular. Please do justice for him. Thankyou!!!

Hi Abhi! I’m so glad to see you requesting something for the Black Bulls, they are such an amazing squad! For this one I decided to go with first kisses, since I recently wrote more kissing headcanons and I think they’re surprisingly fun to write UwU Zora is up first, and since you mentioned him not being popular, I decided to put more of the less-popular Bulls in here! I hope you enjoy ❤

Zora Ideale

Behind his though exterior, Zora is actually a little bit of a romantic. He doesn't quickly grow attached to someone, let alone fall in love, but it happened. Zora believes you deserve someone better than him, but you picked him so he'll just have to be the best version of himself for you.

He'll make sure the setting is right for the first kiss. Some place away from people, some please you can relax. Probably one of your favourite places. A first kiss should be memorable, right?

He'll place his hand on your cheek and lean In slowly, giving you enough time to turn away in case you'd be uncomfortable. He half expects you to punch him in the face or something.

The kiss is soft, your lips just barely touching. Zora is a little worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and his pointy teeth may or may not be part of that worry. He's not changing them though, he likes them this way.

When he takes his hand off your cheek after the kiss there's a stinkbug on there. Zora wouldn't be himself if he was a perfect gentleman, right?

Charmy Pappitson

Your first kiss with Charmy will be kind of spontaneous, a kiss that will surprise both you and Charmy. It will, however, also be a sweet one, in more ways than one.

You and Charmy will just be relaxing, eating something sweet Charmy has made. Cupcakes, donuts, anything. As you're both enjoying it and gushing over the taste, Charmy notices a bit of frosting/filling/whatever stuck just above your lips. She'll point it out, but instead of describing exactly where it is so you can remove it yourself, she'll grab her chance, quickly lean in and clean it up herself.

The kiss lasts about a second, it's over before you even realise what just happened.

Charmy herself is a little surprised at her sudden bravado and looks away with a blush on her face, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She liked it alright, but what if you didn't like it?

She'll be so taken off guard by her own action, that you have the perfect opportunity to lean in and place a kiss on her lips, this time a proper one. Once your lips part, she will be laughing awkwardly, probably avoiding your eyes by looking at the sweets.

Asta

“Y/n! Can I kiss you?!”

It's Asta's typical stressed/flustered way of shouting and even though he asked you away from other people, you're pretty sure anyone within the vicinity has heard him yelling.

Once Asta falls in love, he wastes no time getting his feelings across. He has no problem proclaiming them to you, be in privacy or in front of others. Once he knows you return his feelings, he will be so ecstatic that he forgets everything else. Including that he wants to kiss you.

So somewhere between 30 minutes and 3 hours after he confessed, he will be asking you if he can kiss you. When you say yes, he'll step closer to close the distance between the two of you, put his hands, which you can feel are a little sweaty because of the nerves, on your cheeks and slowly closes the distance.

The kiss itself is very careful, Asta has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't want to do anything wrong either. First kisses are special, right? He keeps his lips pressed to yours for a few seconds before pulling away with a big grin.

Grey, Henry, Luck, Noelle, Gauche, Gordon and Secre after the cut!

Grey

Grey is just not doing it. She's way too embarrassed, and there's just no way she can get herself to ask you to kiss you. She'll consider catching you by surprise and just doing it, but what if you don't want a kiss? Or what if she does it wrong?

She's an absolute mess. She'll ask Gauche and Noelle for help, but their advice is simply ‘just ask it’ or ‘just do it’. It's no help to her, which only makes her believe even more that she's a lost cause.

She will make several attempts to ask you, but she just never can get any further than the word ‘can'. The stuttering already starts when she calls out your name to get your attention, and after a few attempts to ask ‘can I kiss you?’ the embarrassment becomes too much and she transforms herself into the big guy. She's not finishing that sentence and no matter how much you ask her about it afterwards, she won't complete it.

Ideally, she'll wait for you to kiss her first. It'll still be super embarrassing, but at least she won't be the one who has to make the moves.

Henry Legolant

Henry is a little hesitant about kissing you, he knows what effect he has on the people who come too close to him, but he really wants to! So he'll think about it for a good while before hatching a little plan.

On a moment when nobody is around, he'll call out your name, step closer to you slowly so you can step away if you become uncomfortable, slowly leans in when he's close enough and kisses you. He has his arms around you to support you, in case he's draining too much mana from you.

The kiss is soft and slow, and he stays close to you for a few seconds, not wanting to part from you too quickly. He tightens his hold on you a little, enjoying the rare feeling of being close, certainly this close, to someone.

He'll then hand you a little plate of food he had asked Charmy to prepare for him beforehand and step back to give you some space. It's Charmy's special food to restore mana. Of course Charmy was in on his plan, he had to tell her to get her to make something for him, and unknown to you she's sneakily watching through the keyhole of the door to see if their plan worked.

Luck Voltia

Luck didn't plan on kissing you today. Luck doesn't plan on anything. He always goes with the slow and his only goal is for the two of you to have fun. Aside from that, it really doesn't matter what happens. Though if fighting or pranks are involved, that's a plus! And that's exactly what put him in a good enough mood to kiss you.

The two of you had just played a huge prank and were running away from your poor victim, who seemed about ready to murder you. You were laughing like maniacs as you ran and you eventually lost them. The two of you now stood still, catching your breath and laughing.

That's when he does it, suddenly and unexpectedly. The kiss is story and sweet, gone as soon as you felt it. Just a little peck. Luck simply keeps smiling at you while you're trying to process what just happened. He'll start laughing at your reaction, and it makes you unable to stop yourself from laughing as well.

The whole situation is a little absurd, but there's no uncomfortable silences, no tension, no awkwardness. Just your boyfriend playing a little prank on you, one you certainly don't mind.

Noelle Silva

Noelle is going to do everything in her power to make you be the one to kiss her first. She's a royal, she shouldn't be the one making the first moves. Right?

She's tried to a few times, but she just gets too embarrassed every time and chickens out. Hence her new plan: make you want to kiss her. You're already attracted to her so it shouldn't be too hard, right?

She'll put some extra effort into looking pretty, and she'll try to bait you with things like a subtle with pretty lipgloss, or by leaving a little bit of food hanging on her lip. She's not the most subtle person, so her message should come across pretty easily. It's up to you whether you want to tease her a little about it and pretend to not notice, or to just give her what she wants.

If you keep ignoring her hints, she'll eventually find a moment to just tell you that you can kiss her. Mostly likely when you've gotten her something or done something for her.

“You did good, as a reward, you're allowed to kiss me.”

No, even though she said it, she's still not making that first move herself.

Gauche Adlai

Gauche is not a very subtle person. When he wants something, it's obvious. Usually he just makes sure he gets it too. You, however, are the one exception to that. The one person aside from Marie that he's careful with, about whose opinion he cares. So, instead of just kissing you right the moment when he feels like it, he waits a little.

He's not too worried about setting up a good romantic setting, that's not what matters anyway, it's the kiss that matters, but he does try to get some privacy for that moment. He doesn't need people commenting on him kissing you when he does, it's a pain in the ass.

But getting some privacy with the Black Bulls around is nearly impossible, and Gauche is struggling to even create such an opportunity. His patience runs thin pretty quickly, he just wants to kiss you already, so he pulls you away behind a corner, pulls you close to him and kisses you there.

The kiss is a little on the rough side, mostly due to Gauche's annoyance at the whole situation and at how long he had to wait. He calms down pretty fast though, now that he's gotten what he wanted.

Gordon Agrippa

Gordon usually goes with the flow, letting you take the lead, letting you set the boundaries. It was like that in his friendship with you, and it will continue to be like that in his relationship with you. However, you two have yet to have your first kiss and he's getting a little worried about it. So this time, he decides to make a move.

When the two of you are relaxed and away from prying eyes, he'll just talk to you about it. Not in a sad or an accusing kind of way, but in a way filled with curiosity. Were you shy? Were you uncomfortable? Did you just not want to? Were you waiting for him to make the first move? Despite the somewhat weird topic, it's a comfortable conversation.

Once you let him know you're comfortable with it, be it during that conversation or later, he'll carefully cup your cheek in his right hand, put his left hand around you to pull you close and then he'll kiss you in a soft yet sweet kiss. Nothing too overwhelming, just a relaxed and loving moment.

Mind the lipstick stains though. The other Bulls will have a riot when they see them.

Secre Swallowtail

Secre never really thought too much about kissing you. Sure, she loved you, but physical displays of affection are not really her forte, nor are they extremely important to her. She always figured that if you wanted to kiss, you'd come to her and kiss her, simple as that.

However, when Vanessa, be it in an alcohol-induced haze, informed her that kisses were needed to assure the other of your love for them, she got a little insecure. Was that the ramblings of a drunk woman? Or was there some truth in that and were you doubting her love for you?

She remembered Tetia and Licht, and how happy they seemed when they kissed, so there must be some truth in it at least, right?

So she asks you if it's bothering you. Expressing her emotions aren't her strongest point, but you can see some worry and uncertainty in her eyes. If you assure her you're fine, that's that. If you let her know in any way that you would like to kiss her though, she'll lean towards you and place a quick peck on your lips. The contact doesn't even last for a second, but Secre can't help herself from smiling. Maybe kisses were better than she thought.

#zora ideale x reader #charmy pappitson x reader #asta x reader #henry legolant x reader #luck voltia x reader #gauch adlai x reader #noelle silva x reader #gordon agrippa x reader #secre swallowtail x reader #grey x reader #black clover x reader #black clover imagine #cookie writes #headcanons #700 followers event #requested #vemuabhi #scheduled post

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

It’s Your Fucking Birthday!

One-Shot. 

Daddy misses you. He wants that pretty pussy after you teased him on Zoom and FaceTime 😛💦 you coming to give him some of that pussy? 😏

You blew into the gold party horn in the webcam of your zoom call with your boyfriend, Erik, who is away for business in NYC. Erik covered his ears with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was 12 AM where he was and 9 PM where you were. To get as close to your boyfriend as possible, you changed the background of your zoom call into a picture collage that you created. It’s all of your favorite pictures of Erik with a cute chocolate chip cookie frame. On your head is a gold party hat and you are wearing one of his favorite black hoodies. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I love youuuuuuuu.” 

You make a heart shape with your hand before blowing him a few kisses.

“Thank you, beautiful, I love you too. This really means a lot right now. You called me at a good time too because I just got finished looking over this info for work. You are so fucking adorable look at that smile. And the background?! Damn, baby!!”

“Yessss I had to do it up for my baby!!” 

“This is the best happy birthday I received so far. It really sucks that I’m all the way here in NYC when I could be there with you.”

Erik’s kimono beads started vibrating and the patterns along the beads ignited an electric blue color. 

“It’s my auntie calling, baby girl. Let me take this.” 

“Take your time, I have to go do something real quick. I'll be back.” 

“Don’t be gone too long now!” Erik yelled into the zoom call before a holographic image of his Aunt Ramonda popped up. 

“Happy Birthday my handsome nephew!” 

“Thanks, auntie. I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, Daka. How is it in New York.” 

“Cold. T’Challa should be here later on today.”

“Are you going to rest and put off work for later? I hope so. This is your special day today.”

“Birthdays are just like any other day except I’m older.”

“Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ll let you go, love you.” 

“Love you too, auntie.” 

When you came back Erik could hear you moving in the background but he couldn’t see you. You turned your camera off. 

“Babe? Why is your camera off?” He asked. 

“One second!!” 

“What are you up to now woman?!!” 

Erik stands from the couch in his hotel suite. He picks up his Macbook and the care package you sent him, taking it all with him into his room. Sitting everything on the bed, Erik takes off his hoodie, bare chest exposed now. His body is really filling out with all the training he’s been doing. It felt good for him to get back in the gym. 

“Baby...come on now, I’m tryna see that beautiful face.”  Erik said while staring at a black screen. 

“I told you I have another surprise for you.” 

Erik smirks before taking a seat on his bed. He has to angle his laptop up so she can see him better. He ruffles his locs as he waits patiently for you to appear again. 

“Baby—oh, damn.” 

You went all out for Erik. You’re wearing a piece from the new Savage Fenty collection. It’s a yellow amber, long-sleeve lace slip featuring a sexy keyhole cut out in the front. It came with a matching thong. It’s very revealing so Erik can see your breasts. You pose for him and twirl around with your ass poked out. He had this mesmerized look in his eyes with a smirk that showed a single deep dimple. 

“Mmm, spin around again...oh my God, baby.” 

“You love it? I know how much you love yellow on my skin.”

“I love it and I want to undress you with my hands not my eyes,” He looked you up and down with those beautiful brown eyes of his, “bend that ass over really quick—fuck.” 

You giggle at his words of appreciation for your body. He always hyped you up but each time felt like the first. You are his baby after all. 

“Somebody getting thick on me hold the fuck  up,” Erik laughs, “I don’t remember that ass sitting up and poking out like that! How did you get that ass like that, baby? Tell me.” 

“You already know why, Erik, stop,” you blush. 

“Nah, I want you to tell me why. It’s my birthday after all.”

“Quarantine fifteen!!” You said. 

“Nope. It’s the different positions, especially the back shots. Hitting that ass hard from the back got your cheeks looking like a big ass chocolate cake.”

“You really think that sex made me get thick? I have been getting back in the gym too.” 

“I mean...all of that plays a factor,” Erik licked his lips, “But all we’ve been doing for the past year is fucking. Nothing but sex. So I don’t know why I’m just noticing this now. That ass is fat mama.” 

“Mmm...I wish you could feel how soft it is too.” You said with a sultry voice. 

“Shit, me too. Bend over again….mmm...so sexy. Starting my day off with a bang.” 

“Open your package baby!”

You take a seat and watch Erik open his package that you sent him. When he finally got the box open, he smiled at you with a shake of his head. 

“The apple juice, baby? Really? my favorite.”

Erik shows you the two Martinelli’s Apple juices. 

“What else...ha, no you didn’t, let’s hope Boomer doesn't get to these.” 

It's a pair of men’s Ugg slippers. Boomer, Erik’s dog, chewed up his last pair. 

“Chocolate chip cookies!!! From Gooey On The Inside!!!” He instantly opened the pack up, “Baby. I was craving these cookies too. You’re a mind reader.” 

“I contacted her personally and I had them added to your package. You have one last thing in there, babe.” 

Erik pulls out a bottle of Hennessy. 

“I figured we can turn up together on zoom and you know...do other things.” 

“Other things? What’s that, baby?” 

You stand up and take off your panties. 

“Since I can’t be there to give you birthday sex in person...I figured we could do it together on zoom.”

The WIFI started acting up and your video froze. 

“Shit—babe?” 

“Yeah—can you see me clear now.” 

You came back into focus. 

“Yeah, I can see you,” Erik smiles. 

You started having a giggle fit and Erik looked at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Wait...did you start drinking without me? How turnt up are you right now?”

“I just had a few sips that’s all!”

“Nah, that’s a fucking yes. You’re turnt I don’t wanna hear that.” 

“Stop,” you whimper.

“Fuck, I miss you so much.” Erik said. 

“Me too.” 

You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact. 

“I would have you in my lap right now like I always do...my hand between your legs...fingers in your pussy.” 

“Mm,” you bite your lip, “I wish you could do that right now.” 

Erik pulled on the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He could feel himself growing thick and the sound of your voice coming out of the speakers had him imagining you there whispering and moaning in his ear. 

“What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.” He said. 

“Have you been stroking your dick since you’ve been away from me?” 

“Honestly...yes. I mean...you’re not here to take care of me so I gotta do it myself...have you been fingering your pussy since daddy isn’t there to do it?”

“Uh-huh...I wanna fuck you so good right now.”

“Woah,” Erik chuckles, “I know you would, baby. I’d fuck you good too.” 

“Baby...I wanna make you cum right now,” You moan.

“You gotta show me that pussy first.” 

You slowly lay back against the bed, spreading your thighs. Erik stares between your legs at your pussy barely covered in that yellow amber thong, your pussy lips begging to be free. Daddy’s favorite honey pot. It’s been days since he had that pussy in his mouth and resting on his tongue. 

“What I wouldn’t give to rip that thong with my teeth and put my face in your pussy.” 

“It’s crazy wet for you.” 

“Let me see,” He whispered. 

You tease him and show him just a little. 

“Nah, I wanna see that whole pussy. You’re not being very fair for my birthday, mama.”

Closing your thighs. You take your time and perform a little strip tease for him. You bring your legs up, your panties following the same trail before you kick them off. Your hand covers your pussy before you use your fingers to spread your lips for him to see.

“Oh, my God—

“I told you I was wet.”

“Stick a finger inside I wanna hear it.” 

Erik turns up his volume. You stick your middle finger inside and start wiggling it back and forth. Erik grabs his erection through his sweatpants and squeezes it. He was pulsating. 

“Fuck. It’s so creamy, baby. I wish I had that sweet pussy instead of these cookies.”

“Daddy...why aren’t you touching yourself?” 

“Ha, I’m sorry, baby…I got you...”

Erik lifts his hips from the bed and pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. If he could be naked all day he would. He exhaled and threw his head back as soon as his hand wrapped around his thickness. 

“I haven’t sucked that dick in so long...I forgot how it feels to stretch my mouth around that fat dick.” 

“Would you be able to handle the way I fuck your mouth?” Erik asked. 

“I’m so hungry for your dick I’ll let you use my throat however you like.” 

Erok looked at his dick, “My shit is hard as fuck.” 

“I wish I could sit on it, mmm, it’s just missing my pussy for me to sit on.” 

“Why are you so far away?” 

Erik couldn’t take it. Both of you breathed heavily in the camera, caressing your own bodies, watching each other. 

“I want you to rub your clit.”

Your fingers started circling over your clit. With your other hand you pull your breasts out of your lace teddy for him to see. 

“You gotta get closer to the camera so I can see your pussy better...that’s it...no spread your legs down more...goddamn, ma. If I could lick this screen and taste that pussy I would.”

His dick was massive in the camera. He had to push it back to get the entire shaft in view. His dick was standing straight up and you wished you were there to really give him the best birthday treat ever. Your mouth and pussy. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything, daddy, I’ll ride that dick for your birthday.” 

“Nah...you know I can’t let you have all the fun. They have the best view with big windows. I was beating my dick last night to the thought of you pressed against the window…me fucking you from behind...pulling your hair.” 

“I want you to do that to me so bad,” You moaned, “Let me get my vibrator, I’ll be right back.” 

Still stroking his dick, Erik watches as you walk out of frame. He smacked his dick against his open palm before dragging his thumb over his wet tip. You finally came back with a vibrator Erik hadn’t seen before. It’s a clitoral pump vibrator with a fake tongue attachment and a g spot vibrator on the other end. It’s purple and pink with a suction attachment. Erik and yourself have used clitoral suckers plenty of times so you detach it from the vibrator so you can see how the oral sex stimulating tongue works. 

“When did you get that?” He asked 

“It came a few days ago...I waited until now to open it so I can use it while you watch.” 

“Hmm, all for me?”

“Always,” you get back into position and turn on the vibrator. The tongue starts wiggling up and down slowly but when you went through more levels it started flicking so fast it created a blur. 

“Dayummm, I can’t wait to see you put that thing on your clit. I already know you’re about to cum fast.” 

You dragged the vibrator up your leg and then you gently pressed the vibrating tongue against your pussy. Instantly your toes curl and you start to tremble. 

“FUCK!” You shout, hips twisting from side to side. 

“You’re making my dick drool baby omg...mmm...mmm...mmm...looks so tasty...pretty pussycat baby...keep that vibrator on your clit don’t you fucking stop...how do you want it baby? You want me to fuck you with that vibrator on your clit?”

“Yes, daddy!” 

Your hips lift from the bed. It was too much. As soon as you fell back against the bed your pussy started leaking. Thank god you put a towel down because your squirt came out like a fountain. 

“I told you that pussy was gonna cum fast,” Erik groped his balls, “I’ll lick all that mess up off your thighs and then eat that beautiful pussy.” 

“I can’t take it anymore—

“Nah, I want you to fuck that pussy with the other end.” 

“Daddy—

“Nope. Do what the fuck I tell you. I may not be there in person but that doesn’t mean you do what you want. Fuck your pussy now.” 

“Unh,” you turn around with your ass in the camera and push the vibrator inside of you. 

“Oooo—

“Fuck that toy. Say my name and fuck that toy.” 

You go to town on your pussy, thrusting it inside of you. 

“That shit feels good, don’t it?” 

“Yesssssss, it’s so so so GOOD!”

“That fine ass getting pounded when I see you.” 

“Please, daddy, I wish you were here to fuck me.” 

“Ughhh,” Erik went back to pumping his dick, “I’m a stroke you real good and hit that spot over and over again.”

“Unh—

“Work that fucking pussy baby, damn you’re making a mess all over that toy...cream is just dripping all over it...fuckkkkkk…I want your pussy so bad.”

“Baby—“

“You warming that pussy up for me? Are you practicing for when I get home? You know what I would do? I would get in that ass while you fuck your pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna—

Your entire body trembled and that ass started bouncing and moving like a tidal wave. 

“That big ass girl—SHIT!”

Erik’s cum landed on his laptop screen. His balls must have been fully loaded because the more he jerked himself, the more cum spurted out. He let go of his dick and small droplets of cum stained his sheets. He didn’t know if he had another nut in him. 

“Babe, I’ll be right back. I gotta clean off this screen.” 

Erik stood up with his dick swinging between his legs. He walked over to his hotel dresser and grabbed some tissue. When he came back you were on your back with your legs stretched open. 

“That’s so purrrrrdy,” He said before laughing. 

“Thank you. Wanna go for round two?” 

“One second, babe. I am drained.” 

“Oh? That 34 year old body can’t hang anymore, huh?”

“Jokes.” 

“It’s okay...we have all day.” 

“Yes, we do.” 

Erik throws away the dirty tissue. 

“I miss you.” 

Erik gives you an air kiss, “I miss you too, baby.”

“Grab some water and we can—

The video ended. 

“Seriously?” Erik tried calling back on zoom but it kept on ringing, “What the fuck not right now.” 

Erik could hear his phone ringing. He funded it on the bed and it’s you face timing him. As soon as he answered it your pussy was in his face. 

“Damn girl,” Erik flicked his tongue at his phone, “that peach fuzz is sexy too keep it just like that when I get there...all that beautiful pussy gotdayummmmm.” 

“Let’s finish what we started?” Your face came into view and you winked at him. 

“Shit, my dick is still hard, I'm ready.” 

You slide three fingers inside your pussy with your phone angled as if Erik is laying down looking up at you.

“You did that on purpose...that’s how you want me? On my back and you sit on my face? Let that cum drip in my mouth?” 

“Mhm, I wanna cum all in your mouth, daddy.” 

Erik stood up from his bed while his phone rested on the bed. All you could see was his balls hanging in your face and his long, fat dick swinging. 

“I’m not pulling out that pussy when I see you.” 

You were driving him crazy and he was getting pissed off that you weren’t by his side right now taking his dick. Instead, he has to settle for a video call. It’s nothing like having pussy up close and in your face. Nothing like tasting, touching, and fucking the real thing. He wanted to pack his shit and catch a late flight out of NYC just so he can bury himself inside of you. He would drop his bags off at the door, grab your hips, bend you over, get down on his knees, and suck on your pussy from the back. Then, he would bend you over the couch and long stroke your pussy from behind with a handful of titties. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s hand went faster on his dick, his balls feeling the impact of his hand as he stroked downward, “Ima bust all in your pussy when I see you...wash my face with that pretty pussy baby...that’s all I want for my birthday...fucking you...all night long...FUCKKKK.” 

Erik jerked his dick right on his phone screen and all that cum landed on your pussy. 

“Daddy!” 

You rub your clit back and forth, that pussy contracting. You fell back against the bed and lifted your fingers from your pussy. 

“Fuck, that was so good,” You suck your fingers.

Erik grabs his phone and walks to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch, Erik turned on the sink and grabbed a folded washcloth to clean off his phone screen.

“You had me cumming on my laptop, and you had me cumming on my phone.” 

“But did you enjoy it?” 

“Of course. I need a rewind option that shit was everything.”

Erik propped his phone up against the wall and started looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, his tapered locs falling against his forehead. 

“You look so good. I can’t wait to see you.” You said with your eyes traveling over the length of his body. 

“Soon, baby...real soon…” 

____________

Taking his aunties advice, Erik pushed back a meeting for the opening of an Outreach Center in Manhattan for the next day. Erik woke up to multiple texts and missed calls from friends and family wishing him happy birthday. Even on social media he was tagged in plenty of pictures and videos. Of course, you made a long post about him with all the embarrassing photos of him caught off guard or sleeping. The last picture was his favorite. It’s a picture of you and him on vacation in Hawaii on a yacht. You both shared a kiss showing lots of tongue. 

Danielle_93: Happy birthday Erik! 🎉

BrysonWilliams: Happy Birthday Bro! 💪🏾

Monibaby: Awww y’all are so cute!!! ❤️

There were many more comments and mentions. Erik shared a few posts to his IG story and left it at that for the time being. T’Challa sent him a text letting him know that he landed and he would see him later. Erik was on his way back from the hotel gym when he noticed food, and a few gift bags outside of his door. He figured it was from some friends that live in NYC. Erik opened his hotel room door and picked up all his gifts, carrying them inside. He placed them on the coffee table in the living room area and peeked inside the food bag. Birria tacos and a burrito. He was hungry too. Grabbing the bag, Erik walks through the dark hotel room towards the kitchen. A faint glow came from the kitchen and Erik paused his footsteps. Confused, Erik crept up and peeked his head inside. 

There, on the kitchen counter is a triple chocolate layer cake with a 3 and a 4 candle on top. Maybe room service brought it in for him. Erik placed the bag of Mexican food on the counter and sauntered towards the cake. He could see cursive letters in yellow frosting on top. Erik read the words and a smile slowly crept up his face. This day just keeps getting better and better. 

Happy Birthday Baby. Love, Y/N.

“It’s your favorite.” 

Erik looked over his shoulder and there you were, wearing the Facet lingerie he gifted you. It’s see-through mesh in brown, with a plunging neckline and a high crotch. The gleam of the candles made your gorgeous brown skin stand out. Your hair is stilled in a natural fro and you’re wearing that brown matte lipstick Erik loves. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press the front of your body against his. 

“This was your plan all along, huh?” 

“It was hard to keep it from you. I flew in with T’Challa. He dropped me off here as soon as you left your room for the gym. I got a room key, let myself in, and waited for you to come back.”

“Mmm, baby,” Erik placed your hands in his and stepped back to get a good look at you, “You look so sexy.”

Erik held your hand up and spun you around so he could see every angle. As soon as your back faced him, Erik took his hand and popped you right on the cuff of your left ass cheek so he could watch it wobble. 

“Soft and phat.” Erik whispered in your ear from behind. 

“Do you like your cake? It’s your favorite.” 

Erik brought his attention back to his cake, took his finger and scooped up some frosting. He sucked the frosting off of his finger and licked his lips. 

“I love both of my cakes.”

You bend over the counter and start whining your hips. Erik focused on the way your beautiful ass swayed and how the yellow hue of the candle light made your moisturized cheeks shine. 

“Stay just like that and bend over some more.”

“Yes Sir.” You press the front of your body against the counter top, “like this?”

“Just like that.” 

Erik grabs his cake and sits it on the counter where you are. 

“I’m gonna make a wish and blow out these candles.” 

Erik closed his eyes. His lips are slightly parted and you can see his gold canines. Sweat still coated his skin from his workout. He’s wearing a pair of black and red ball shorts with a black beater. His locks are pushed back with a black Nike athletic sweatband. How could he make going to the gym look so stylish? Erik opened his eyes and gave you a small smile. 

“What did you wish for?”

“It’s a secret,” He winked at you, “You’ve been walking around LA with that ass for these last few days haven’t you?”

Erik squinted his eyes at you playfully. 

“I have, but you know it belongs to you,” You twerk your ass, “Now, you can have it all you want.” 

“And I can eat it how I want too.” 

Erik dragged his fingers in the chocolate frosting and smeared it on your ass. He sucked his fingers off in your face before disappearing behind you. He gets down on his knees with your ass in his face and wasting no time. He starts sucking and licking the frosting off of your right butt cheek while his sticky fingers spanked your left butt cheek. 

“Unh, yes—yes, baby, that feels so good, I miss your mouth on me.” 

“You know what I want next, bring your leg up.” 

“Anything for you, daddy.”

As soon as your leg went up Erik’s fingers were hooked on the lace fabric of your lingerie and he pulled it to the side exposing your pussy. His tongue was already sweet but as soon as he poked it all the way out and licked from your pussy to your ass he got an even sweeter taste. Erik spanked you, twisting his head to suck your pussy. He was a wild man eating you. He gets so focused when he’s face deep in your pussy. Erik spread your pussy open, used the flat part of his tongue and pressed it firmly against your pussy and started moving it in a circle. Erik was disrespectfully eating your pussy and all you could do was moan and hold onto the counter. He ain’t had that pussy in his mouth for days. The way you were dripping on his tongue he couldn’t stop. This is the cake he’s trying to eat for his birthday. Smear his tongue and lips all over your pussy. 

“Erik!!!” 

You couldn’t control him. You couldn’t wait to see daddy again and he couldn’t wait to see you. 

“Fuck, Erik!!!!”

He didn’t listen. You erupted in his mouth with loud moans. 

“Daddy I can’t—I can’t—shit—I’m coming again!”

You dropped your leg and almost locked Erik’s head but he moved out of the way before you could. His beard and lips were soaked. 

“Pussy is yummy. Come taste your pussy.” 

“Mmm, I taste so sweet—daddy—“

You look down and see Erik’s shorts down and around his ankles. His dick was hanging out the bottom of his briefs. You grab him in your hand and use your thumb to rub his tip. 

“You have a lot of dick.” 

It’s long and ridiculously thick. 

“That bulge...that dick...so hot.” 

You swipe your tongue over his lips. 

“My throat is ready for you, Sir.” 

“Let’s take this shit to the bedroom, baby.” 

Erik picks you up and your legs straddle him. He walks down the hallway with his lips on yours and his hands grasping each ass cheek. There, you can see the windows he was talking about. It’s almost nightfall. Erik puts you down and you drop to your knees before him, opened your mouth wide, and stuck your tongue out. Erik smacked the weight of his dick on your tongue. That nice, big, fat, long dick. 

“I want some.” 

“It’s right here for you...have as much you want—damn, aint waste no fucking time that’s what I’m talking about get that dick.” 

You had Erik’s dick halfway down your throat with no hesitation. One hand gripping him and your mouth slurping and sucking him up and down. Erik used both of his hands to hold your head still so he can fuck your throat. You relaxed your jaws and looked up at him. Unblinking, he commanded you with his dark orbs. 

“Oh, my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, baby….oooh, just like that baby, keep sucking this big ass dick...eat that dick, baby, suck this dick off...shit feels so fucking good.” 

His words had you dripping. 

“Suck that big dick baby—Unh, shit—spit on my dick—make a big ass mess,” Erik moaned, “You wanna make me cum? If you wanna make me cum you better suck this dick—daddy can’t hold it baby—I’m a shoot it down your throat, baby, you got my dick rock hard—suck it, baby—don’t fucking stop—oh, shit.”

With one heavy fist, Erik has a handful of your hair in a vice grip. His dick convulsed in your mouth and then after a few more sucks he was busting a nut down your throat. Your hands caressed his abs to calm his body down. You knew what effect your throat skills had on him. 

“Come put that pussy in this dick, I’ve been thinking about you since last night, baby.”

You stood before Erik and he placed a hand around your throat and started kissing you. 

“Take this off...I want you naked and riding my dick…”

As you completely take off your lingerie Erik is fully naked and now he’s laying back against his bed in the middle with his dick pointing towards the ceiling. You climb up to the bed and squat down on your feet, your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you descend your pussy on his dick. 

“Damn, baby, that pussy...keep riding this dick…”

You start dropping your full weight down on Erik. It sounded like a splash park between your legs. Fuck going slow you ain’t have that dick in days. Erik’s hands were molded into your hips as you bounced up and down on him. 

“This what you wanted? To sit on this dick?”

“Ah, shit, Unh! Fuck!” 

“Answer me.” 

“Yes!”

You reach behind to feel your cheeks. They were swaying and jiggling all over the place. Erik pushed your hand away and you gripped the sheets. 

“You better keep fucking this dick or I’ll take over and fuck you.” 

He only gave you one warning. Leaning over his body you start riding him again. His dick was hitting so deep in your pussy. You moved your hips in a circle on the tip of his dick and before you could even take all of him again Erik pushed you down himself. 

“You’re tryna work me, Daddy?” You ask between deep breaths. 

“I want that puss and you keep stopping.” 

Erik lifted you off of him and stood up from the bed. 

“Bend over in front of this window...yes...put your hands against the glass and spread your legs…”

Erik smacked his dick against your ass before resting it on your back. He reached beneath you to rub your clit. 

“Think I’m playing?” Erik sucked his fingers, “Toot that ass up, Y/N...I said toot that ass up!!!” He barked out. 

“Okay!!” You try your best, “Like that—FUCK!! Dadyyyyy. You’re in my pussy, daddy.” 

“Fuck is wrong with you.”

He thrust in all at one and your cheek smashed against the glass. 

“That’s it baby...tight ass puss...I’m about to bust your shit open you better hold on fucking with me.” 

“You talk a lot of shit, birthday boy—OH MY GOD.” 

“And so do you, Hmph,” Erik pulled your hair, “This dick got you shutting the fuck up though. You kept playing on my dick, baby,” he was fucking you rough, “When I want my pussy, you don’t play games with me. For real. Fuckkkkk.” 

“My pussy—oooo—

“FUCK YES. Cum on this dick.” 

“Unh—

“Nah, get up, that’s it, arch your back.”

“Don’t stop, baby.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Yes!” 

As soon as he let that dick out you were squirting. Erik didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasmic high when he picked you up, put you on the bed, and spread your legs. 

“Let me back in there...ahhh, yes.” 

You felt hot tears roll down your face. He looked so calm and cool but his dick was hitting you hard and it was overwhelmingly good. He studied your expression and kissed you from time to time. 

“You had that pussy in face on video last night...I wanted to fuck you so bad...you knew what time it was when you came here...I was getting up in that pussy, right?”

You tried to speak but your bottom lip was trembling so much and he was making your pussy cum again. 

“You ain’t gotta say nothing just lay there and let me fuck you.” 

He started sucking on your neck while his hips stroked all that fat dick in and out of you. 

“I’m about to nut in my pussy...stay just like that...don’t you fucking move...this my pussy...I’m a be in my pussy all fucking night for my birthday...take this dick—“

Erik sat up on his hands and worked his hips faster. You couldn’t see his eyes with his locs in his face. He was too busy watching the way he fucked you. You couldn’t keep your eyes away either. So much cream. So wet and gushy. 

“Daddy, Unh, oh my god, daddy, I love you!!”

Erik pushed your thighs back and held his dick deep inside you. 

“Daddy, I love you!!!”

He chuckled and bit his lip. 

“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for this tight pussy on my birthday.” 

The way he said that it had you squeezing his dick with your walls. 

“Let my dick go...you want some more?”

You nod your head with a pout of your lip.

“Nasty, freaky, bitch. I’ll give you some more dick.”

You couldn’t wait. 

#killmonger x reader #killmonger smut #Erik Killmonger #killmonger imagine #nahimjustfeelingit writes

[daegall]

Coming home

pairing: long distance boyfriend! Donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: uuuuuhhhh swearing?

word count: 1.6 k words

a/n: YOOOO A CONVENIENCE STORE JUST OPENED UP NEXT TO MY GRANDPAS PLACE NO LITERALLY ITS RIGHT NEXT DOOR WATCH ME COME BACK HOME WITH A TON OF ICE CREAM 😎😎 also tell me what you think of this, it's a bit different from my usual writing :) (Sungchan blurb coming out tomorrow for knet-bakery’s nostalgic melodies event!! Please look forward to it <33)

AAANNNNNNDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEST LEADER TY TRACK!!!!!!!!!!!! KING DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLDDDD <3333

networks: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi

🎶: coming home - nct u

5 months. 5 months without Donghyuck. 5 months without his touch, his warm embraces, his soft voice, his teasing remarks. 5 months of yearning for his featherlight touch, boyish grin, spontaneity, his reassurance and sincerity.

5 days until he arrives. 5 more days until you will be with him, 5 more days until you can love him.

Your eyes stay on the calendar for much longer than intended, calculating every single moment until the date hits Friday, waiting for the hour hands to move in the clock. For once in your life, you wish time would go faster.

The movie in front of you is basically useless, it’s his favorite Christmas movie. You can’t stand a second watching it without waiting for time to tick by or constantly thinking of him.

Your foot taps rapidly on the ground, teeth finding themselves chewing and gnawing at your lower lip yet once again. Friday, when will you come?

It’s felt too long without him, his arms wrapping around your body, his lips pressing softly against your burning skin, his hair softly tickling your nose, you’re becoming anxious.

5 days, just 5 days.

——————🌻——————

5 hours. Just 5 more hours.

5 hours until you can whisper how much you missed him, 5 hours until you can finally get shitty convenience store noodles with him, until you can freeze the shit out of your brains with the cold slushies.

You slip on your sweater quickly, bouncing out of bed after the sudden spontaneous decision to get to the airport early. It’s only 3 in the afternoon, the flight lands at 8, and not to mention the baggage pick up and all that other things, that's bound to be another 40 minutes.

You stop yourself before you could lock the door to your apartment, cursing and taking the key out from the keyhole. It’s too early. You don’t want to wait too desperately for him 2 hours before he even arrives.

‘2 hours.’ You tell yourself, ‘you can go in 2 hours.’

5 hours of impatience and anticipation is a lot harder to handle that 5 hours of a normal day.

What can you do in 5 hours? Surely, you could call Donghyuck, text him, send him a video or photo, anything.

Your head swarms more and more with thoughts of your distant significant other, the image of him printed permanently in your mind for you to cherish and enjoy while he’s gone.

5 months, he didn’t change that much, right? He never fell for someone else, right? There’s no way.

There’s a sudden swing in your mood, from frantic and yearning, to worried and doubtful, 5 months could really affect one.

——————🌻——————

5 minutes, god you’re literally shaking in anticipation. 5 minutes until you know you cry, 5 minutes until you’re in his embrace, 5 minutes until you can kiss his most likely chapped lips.

You decided to stay home, after you promised Donghyuck you would wait at home for him after he quickly texted you before the flight landed.

You’re unaware that in 5 minutes, the person you’ve longed most is coming through the front door, in 5 minutes you’ll be able to hold him and kiss him and finally be with him.

Maybe you should take a nap? Eat a snack? Clean the house?

4 minutes.

You slump into the couch, scrunching your face up in frustration. It’s been too long since you’ve been with Donghyuck. Without a fucking screen separating you apart.

There’s a hole in your chest, you can feel it, its dark and empty and swirling with eagerness. It’s eager for something, you know exactly what.

It’s waiting for Donghyuck’s love to come and fill up that void, to complete yourself.

Waiting for your better half.

3 minutes.

You can’t pay attention to the movie. What’s the point of watching a Christmas movie when it’s by yourself? Your eyes trail to the window next to the couch, where the snow falls ever so gracefully, covering the ground in a beautiful white.

Usually, you would always wish to go outside and play in the snow, but you have nothing but impatience in your body as you wait for your lover to come through the doors and welcome you in a hug.

2 minutes.

Is he stuck in traffic? Was there no taxi left?

1 minute.

You’re sure there were many taxis left, didn’t you book one for him? Did you forget? Oh no, did you?

50 seconds.

You curse at yourself and stand up abruptly, reaching over to the lamp table next to the couch to grasp at the keys.

45 seconds.

Dashing to the door, you are unaware of the figure behind it, hauling his heavy luggage up the stairs with such speed as well.

30 seconds.

You’re grabbing your puffy coat from the coat hanger, your heart clenching at the empty spot next to it, where Donghyuck’s coat will be hung.

It only urges you further to quicken up and get to the airport on time.

25 seconds.

But that’s nearly impossible, will all the snow and traffic, halfway there and he could already be waiting for you at home.

20 seconds.

It doesn’t stop you, you still have the large urge to see him come out the gate yourself, be reassured that he is here, he’s going to stay.

15 seconds.

Donghyuck huffs and wipes at the cold sweat on the back of his neck, when did the stairs suddenly become longer? Was it always that hard to get up?

10.

Your long distance boyfriend faces the door, the familiar wooden, authentic door he hasn’t seen in too long for his liking. This is it.

You’re right behind that door, stopping in your tracks to question if your actions are worth it.

Just wait, you tell yourself. He will come.

5.

But greed takes over. It’s taking over your hand that is reaching for the door knob and twisting the cold metal to open the door.

4.

Strangely, there is a weight causing the knob to twist easier, which is weird, the knob has always been a bit rusty and hard to twist open.

3.

Donghyuck thinks the same thing, wondering if you finally fixed it with some oil or changed it.

2.

Even at the smallest opening of the door, the cold gush of wind pushes in and blows against your warm skin, goosebumps being the result of such action.

As the door opens wider, you spot a familiar black luggage, the brown coat you bought as a birthday present for your boyfriend, and what’s best, is your boyfriend himself, whose expressions change as well as yours when he sees you as well.

1.

In the span of a single second, Donghyuck is barging in and swooping you up in his arms, the snow from his coat falling between your own jacket and slipping into your neck and shoulders.

The cold is nothing compared to the nostalgic warmth of Donghyuck’s arms you missed oh so much, his skin burning against yours as you bury your face in the side of his neck.

You’ve grown a few inches, Donghyuck notices, because you only have to tiptoe to reach his shoulder. He can’t help but notice the smallest, most simplest things. Like how the living room has changed a little bit, just a few more pots of plants here and there, the tv playing his favorite Christmas movie, his hoodie he left for you sitting on the couch, he notices every little thing, and instantly adores all of them.

You also notice everything too, the way his shoulders have grown broader, the hairs on the back of his neck that grew longer, heck, even his new shoes he was sure you wouldn’t notice.

One thing that doesn’t change, you notice as you pull away slightly to look into Donghyuck’s eyes, is the love in them. The warmness and adoration pooling in them. The sparkle that they hold.

What also is pooling in his eyes are tears, happy tears, at the sight of you smiling oh so brightly just for him, all for him to cherish.

“Fuck, you don’t even know how much I missed you,” he breathes out, sighing at the feeling of your fingers softly carding through his snowy hair.

A soft smile adorns your lips, your lips Donghyuck has longed for so long, your lips he still longs to kiss.

And so he does. He plunges forward to take your lips passionately between his, the feeling of them crashing together sending his heart into a frenzy. Donghyuck’s mind is blank, only you in it, your hands lightly tugging at his hair, the smooth skin of your neck as he pulls you closer, your heart beating against his. He’s finally home.

Donghyuck attempts to dive back in and chase your lips when you pull away, but is stopped by your fingers pressing against his lips and your soft laughter filling the air.

A pout creases his lips, as you pat his cheek and kiss chastely on his red nose, “Go take a shower, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

He indeed catches a small cold that evening, dramatizing the fact that he’s cold, begging for cuddles and for you to feed him, but you’ve simply missed him too much to complain.

What would you even complain about? It’s almost Christmas, he’s home, and he’s going to stay. He will be the one helping you decorate the tree, he’s the one throwing snow at you, he’s the one setting the mistletoe up just as an excuse to kiss you.

He is everything you’ve ever wanted, he is your home.

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[thefanficmonster]

Inky Memories

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Drug Use (Past), Domestic Violence (Past), Shoplifting (Past)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Tattoos can reveal a lot about a person. What will Y/N’s tattoos, which she has kept hidden for so long, reveal to Corpse? Will it change anything between them?

Requested by Anon. If you’re reading this you know who you are 😊 Thank you for the request, hope you like what I did with it. Sorry if I made it too angsty! And my most sincere apologies for publishing it so late. Enjoy XOXO ❤

“Guys, come on now! I’m not hiding anything!“ I laugh, looking up from the comments to the camera, “You know how much I hate being embarrassed! Believe me when I say these tattoos are EMBERRASSING. I got them while I was either drunk or in my emo phase and I’m not too proud of them.“

I’m currently doing an Instagram live Q&A session that I scheduled last week. I do one every month and it’s my favorite way of connecting with my audience. An hour of chill lo-fi and questions and answers. I get really excited every time I schedule the session. My fans are such amazing people and they are all so supportive, funny, intelligent...I could go on and on about their positive qualities. One thing I’m not too fond of is their persistent curiosity. Here’s why.

Yesterday, while streaming, I got an unexpected pain in my forearm. Instinctively, I lifted my shirt sleeve to see what was wrong, flashing a few tattoos at my viewers in the process. I’ve never mentioned my tattoos to my audience, not even my boyfriend, actually, so to have this much attention on them so suddenly makes me want to hide them even more. People started commenting on them during the stream and I tried to dodge the majority of the questions, but I knew they would be inevitable during the Q&A. If the session hadn’t been scheduled for like a week at that point I maybe would’ve postponed it until the dust settled. 

“I have several. Not only on my arm.“ I only answer these vague questions. I avoid the ones that are asking details like what is depicted with the tattoos and what’s their meaning, bla, bla, bla.

Here’s the thing. I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen at this shady alley tattoo shop and I’ve been obsessed with tattoos since. I made a deal with myself to get at least one every year.

Needless to say, I’m twenty years old and have almost the same number of tattoos. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ashamed of them. And I lied when I said they were embarrassing. I am quite happy with them, the way they look, at least. Each of them represent something different. Unfortunately, they are representative of some dark and depressing times. Times I want only the fewest of few people to know about.

“Yes, he’s here. You can’t see him, but he’s waving. He says hi.“ Corpse is the perfect distraction. My viewers love him just as much - maybe more - as they love me. 

He knows how easily I get overwhelmed by the attention and pressure of thousands of eyes on me and whenever I’m having a hard time while streaming all he has to do is walk in my recording room and just say the most random thing. Recently, his go-to phrase has been ‘Chicken wing’ and it always cracks up both me and my viewers.

Speaking of Corpse, him and I have been dating for over a year now. We moved in together a month or two before quarantine was officially a thing so we have been together 24/7. It’s scary how many things you can pick up on when you spend so much time with someone. That, of course, means he has noticed some of my tattoos. He has asked me about them, like why I cover them up and why am I so secretive about them and I’ve always been vague and indirect with my answers. He’s the sweetest and most patient person ever, so he has never pressed me with the questions, but I’m still hoping to gain the courage to reveal them to him someday.

“Thanks for tuning in, guys! See you tomorrow for my regular stream and next month for a chill hang out like this one. Love you, stay safe. Mwah!“ And with that the live video is done and I can finally breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Now we can order dinner“ I smile at Corpse who is chilling on the couch in my recording room. He looks up from his phone screen, returning my smile. “Were you recording a Behind The Scenes again?“

He does that often, not only with my Instagram lives but sometimes my streams as well. That’s actually how we revealed our relationship to our fanbases. 

He nods, “Yeah.” He pauses for a second, switching to a sitting position with his feet touching the floor. We’re almost at eye-level now. His arms snake around my waist as he pulls me closer towards him. I take the hint and settle in his lap, my legs on either side of him. “I admire how well you handled the pressure back there. I know how you feel about that topic.”

The small bit of anxiety that has started spreading throughout my chest disappears. He has that calming effect on me. Like my own personal safety blanket that’s with me at all times. “I wouldn’t have handled it so well if you weren’t here with me.” I say as I run a hand through his hair, moving a few stray curls away from his gorgeous eyes.

He shakes his head, making the strands fall back over his eyes, “It has nothing to do with me, Y/N. You are simply an amazing person, that’s all.“ His cold hand cups my burning red cheek, leaning my head down so our foreheads are touching. “Nothing could change my mind about it.“

That sentence causes a small pang in my chest. I feel like a manipulator. I’ve led this man to fall in love with me without knowing the past versions. I realize it’s incredibly manipulative of me to reveal my dark aspects only after we’re head over heels for one another, but I can live with it. If it were up to me, he’d never have to know. He would never have to find out that I’m not the amazing person he thinks I am. I have been broken countless times before and all my pieces are just glued in place. Not all of them are where they’re supposed to be and some of them are on the verge of breaking off. Just like a mirror. You can put all the pieces together but not only will you see the cracks, the shards can fall at any moment. 

My tattoos are to me as the cracks are to the mirror - evidence of my fragility and the many falls and breaks I’ve had throughout my life.

“Are you sure about that?“ I whisper, trying my hardest to engrave every detail of this moment in my mind because, after what I’m about to do, I’m afraid we might never be like this again.

The softness of his curls, his scent, his warmth, the way he makes me feel. I can hardly believe I’m risking losing all of that, but I owe him the truth.

I feel him nod against my forehead. I tense up and pull away so I can look him in the eyes. It’s hard for me to maintain eye contact especially when I’m fighting back tears. I can’t even say I’m about to lose him. I’m about to let him go. It’s up to him if he stays or decides that he deserves better.

No backing out, Y/N.

I grab the hem of my sweater and lift it up, revealing the many ink drawings on my skin. I discard the sweater on the floor, leaving me in only my bra meaning all my tattoos are on display. Not exactly all, I have some on my legs as well, but these are some of the most important ones. The ones which reveal most about who I used to be.

Corpse takes my hands, tilting my arms so he can take a better look at the tattoos that go from my wrists to the bend of my arm. His thumbs caress the tattoo on each of my wrists. “This one... “ I nod to my left wrist, “I got on my friend’s birthday. We both did. They’re matching.“ The tattoo depicts a heart with a keyhole. “She got the key.“

“I thought I had the key.“ He says, smirking up at me.

“You do now.“ I feel the pang again but this time it doesn’t go away. It’s a constant pain - a constant fear. Being scared of something inevitable is the most nerve-wracking feeling. It makes you feel small, helpless, like you’re standing aside watching your life be controlled by a force you can’t see.

Before he can break me even more, I go on, nodding to my upper arm, a little below my shoulder where there’s a rope tattoo that bends around my arm, its ends connecting in a bow, “I got this one after my shoulder healed.”

His brows furrow in concern as he tilts my head for me to look at him, “Healed from what?”

Here we go. Let the cat out of the bag. “Um....well...” I instinctively reach up to touch my shoulder, running my fingertips over the inked rope. “My dad wasn’t a very nice guy.”

I can pinpoint the second his heart breaks. I don’t want to hear what he has to say, I know it will kill me, so I just continue, moving onto the one on my other wrist where the word ‘Shadow’ is written in cursive writing, “This was my nickname in my friend group. I was the only one to never get caught shoplifting.”

The tears are gonna start rolling at any moment so I deliver the final blow, moving onto the most traumatic event, aka the tattoo on my collarbone of a heartbeat turning into a dead line and kicking up again, “This one I got after I woke up from my almost overdose.”

As if on cue, a tear falls from my eye onto his hand that’s still holding mine. My voice remains still, to my surprise, but I know it won’t be long before it too gives and breaks. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to see any sympathy or that look like he doesn’t recognize me. I feel like I’ve let both myself and him down.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?“ he asks me in a whisper. He sounds almost hurt. “You know you can tell me anything.“

I see another tear fall, “I know. I just...didn’t want you to think any less of me.“

Again, he lifts my head so he can look me straight in the eyes. He knows how much I struggle with eye contact and how much I hate crying in front of people, he knows how vulnerable I feel when someone’s looking me in the eyes or when someone sees me cry. He also knows that he’s the only exception to that rule. He knows I never feel out of place when he’s around. 

“Think less of you? Babe, you’re a fighter like no other. You picked you life back up. You did all that on your own. You’re a warrior, Y/N.“

I smile through the tears which are now ones of joy instead of fear and dread. “I was a dumb teenager, Corpse. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to get a thrill and feel something other than pain. I know I went about it the wrong way but...” he gives my hand an encouraging squeeze, “And you’re wrong, I didn’t do it all on my own.” I release his hand so I can cup his cheek. His hand comes up to cover mine as I swipe my thumb on his cheekbone, “I met you a month after I left the hospital. The rest you know. I moved to a less druggie populated part of town and I repaired my relationship with my aunt. All that time, I was balancing between the need to relapse and the will to stay alive. After I met you, that balancing act was no longer a balancing act at all. I didn’t even think about my past anymore. I was more focused on what I could be. On what I have to be to deserve to have you by my side.” 

“You will always have me on your side, Y/N. Even when you don’t want or need me there.“ With both his hands holding mine he leans forward, connecting our lips. It’s a short kiss laced with nothing but love and adoration. 

As we lay on the couch, him asking about each individual tattoo I didn’t get to tell him about, everything just seems a lot easier. Like a big area that was previously dark has suddenly turned into the brightest point of our relationship.

“I need to get that key tattooed. It’s only appropriate.“ He says, his finger tracing the heart on my wrist.

“Or an ownership deal for it. That heart’s yours, you know.“ I laugh, lifting my arm to inspect the oldest painting on my body, “It’s your favorite one?”

“No.” he shakes his head, “This is my favorite one.” he leans down and kisses the heartbeat on my collar bone. “I’m so glad it started beating again.”

“I am too.“

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Hallucination

Prompts: i love your fics insanity and real or not real!! can i request another fic where a side is struggling to tell what's real and what's a hallucination? can be in the same like universe (carrying on with one of the stories) or a completely different universe/person, idm - anon

 *crashes into ur asks*

Hey if you’re still taking requests could you do just Janus comforting someone on the verge of a meltdown? Like lots of soft words and caring Janus? He’s my comfort character and I love him - anon

Thanks for the prompt!

Read on Ao3 Part 1 (ish) 

Warnings: talk of hallucinations, uncertainty

Pairings: focus on creativitwins, intrulogical, dukeceit, background LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR, can be platonic or romantic, you decide

Word Count: 3864

Sometimes Thomas watches things and it isn’t Remus’s fault.

Sometimes Thomas decides to watch something late at night, when it’s dark outside, even though Virgil tells him it’s a bad idea, and it isn’t Remus’s fault.

 Sometimes when Virgil has gone to his room and he’s fine, but Thomas’s mind can’t stop playing it over and over and over and over, he starts to expand on it and it isn’t Remus’s fault.

 He can’t remember the name of the video. Something to do with being stuck on a misty island in the middle of nowhere with a monster and villagers that wait to sacrifice tourists to the monster to sate its hunger. Something about a daring rescue or an escape plan doomed to fail.

 Something like…

 “Do not go outside. Do not turn on the lights. Don’t make sounds.” The old man draws the curtains sharply across the window. “And whatever you do, do not look out the window.”

 It’s late now. Patton’s asleep. Virgil’s in his room, probably asleep. The rest of them are still awake in the Imagination. It’s slumber party night for the twins, having created a big sprawling mansion in the Imagination for them to run around in. Logan is here, Janus is here, Roman is here.

 Villagers?

 They’re talking about what Thomas watched.

 Logan straightens his legs out. “It’s not a bad practice, staying quiet.”

 Janus rolls his eyes. “Come on, what is this, some haunted island?”

 “You saw the people in the video.” Logan rests his weight on his elbows. “Something was amiss.”

 “The only thing amiss was how awfully boring you lot are being.” Janus sighs and stands, stretching. “Well, I think a night of entertainment sounds wonderful.”

 “The old man said to be quiet,” Roman points out. Wait, is the old man real?

 “Do you know how prone to flights of fancy old people are?” Janus smiles. “Incredibly.”

 “Hmm.”

 “Oh don’t start that.” Janus rolls his eyes and his gaze lands on Remus. A smirk crawls across his face. “Well,” he drawls, sauntering across the room, “someone’s being awfully quiet.”

 Remus just shrugs. Janus crouches down.

 “What do you think about this monster,” he asks, tapping his fingers on his chin, “about the thing that sneaks around this island, peering into windows, through the keyholes of locked doors?”

 “Janus,” Logan warns.

 “What? I just want to hear what our other little scientist thinks about this.” He raises his eyebrows when Remus won’t hold his gaze. “No? Nothing? Need more data? Well, I’m sure you could ask around if you wanted to.”

 “We’re not supposed to leave,” he says softly.

 “I know you’re a goody-two-shoes, Remus, but you’ll never get anything done that way.”

 “Leave him alone, Janus,” Roman says with a wink, “he’s just mad at how pathetic the monster design was.”

 Long limbs. Dark eyes. Moved like shadow.

 “And the Boy Scout, coming to the rescue.” Janus rolls his eyes as he stands. “Aren’t you tired of being so boring?”

 Roman holds his hands up. “Hey, I’m all for exploring!”

 Janus sighs. “Ever the dashing prince, are we?”

 “Ask nicely and I may sweep you off your feet too.”

 The banter continues. Logan just sighs and pulls out a journal, the pen emerging from god-knows-where as he writes. Remus swallows and glances toward the window.

 In. Out. In. Out.

 Roman and Janus are still tossing barbs and jests back and forth. Remus cannot help but notice how loud they are being.

 The old man said to be quiet.

 Logan looks up when he begins to crouch down and shuffle behind the bed.

 “What are you doing?”

 “Changing.” He gives a half-hearted smile. “Texture spoons ran out.”

 He nods and goes back to his writing. Remus glances at the nightstand. Only 8:00. The conversation gets progressively louder. Logan joins in eventually, rolling his eyes at Roman’s increasingly elaborate proposals to bring in jukeboxes, disco lights, and speakers.

 “Let’s think about this logically. If the ghosts or whatever the hell the monster is sensitive to sound, why not pump everything to like, 300 decibels and blast their eardrums out?”

 “Or it could be that they just hear things like we hear things,” Logan remarks.

 “Mm.”

 “Why do I have to be quiet?” Roman spreads his arms. “I should not have to deal with that!”

 “Actually, you know what,” Janus says gleefully, “I agree. We shouldn’t have to be quiet. If this place doesn’t have adequate monster protection, that’s on them.”

 This place…didn’t they make it safe? Roman said they made it safe. Is it not safe anymore? Are the shadows—is the monster here?

 “Always the entitlement,” Logan sighs, seemingly resigning himself to the voice of reason as he settles his journal to the side, “assuming that everyone should cater to your needs.”

 “Oh come on, Logan. You have to admit that having a hotel that isn’t secure makes little to no sense.”

 Hotel? Isn’t this still the mansion?

 The low buzz of an LED sign comes from outside. Remus blinks. Has…has that always been there?

 “Not respecting the rules of wherever you choose to go makes little to no sense.”

 “That’s gotta hold up in court though.” Roman glances at Janus. “You get me?”

 “Yes, Your Honor,” Janus says, drawing himself up like a lawyer, “I would like to sue on the grounds that my intestines were devoured horrifically by a terrifying, savage beast that the hotel owners neglected to inform me of. How am I standing here, you ask, if my intestines have been devoured? Simple. Spite.”

 Roman’s off, cackling to his heart’s content. Logan bites back his own smile.

 “And how, may I ask, is this not the fault of yourself?”

 “May I say, Your Honor, that victim-blaming is not cute—“

 “Here here,” comes Roman’s voice.

 “—and also, the information about aforementioned monster came from someone who was not an employee of the hotel,” Janus finishes grandly, “therefore they can suck my—“

 Logan hits his hand against the nightstand, still fighting down laughter. “Defendant is charged with contempt of court.”

 “Do not pass go,” Roman chortles as Janus swoons dramatically, “do not collect 200 dollars.”

 “Remus,” Janus cries out, “avenge me!”

 Remus does not respond. He is too busy trying to figure out when the mansion became the hotel.

 “Remus,” Janus cries again, crawling dramatically across the floor, “save me from this indignity.”

 “No, thank you,” he mumbles instead.

 Janus huffs, pushing himself off the floor. “Then by all means, please tell us your ingenious solution to this monster problem that we find ourselves in.”

 Remus looks up, his face carefully blank except for a small smile. “I’m going to hide underneath the sheets,” he says in a soft, small voice, “because everybody knows monsters can’t get you when you’re under your sheets.”

 “That is adorable,” Roman chuckles.

 Janus’s eyebrows raise slowly until another fiendish smirk crawls across his face. “Are you scared?”

 “Yes.”

 “Aww,” he coos, “hiding under the sheets to get away from the monsters, how adorable.”

 Remus doesn’t respond.

 “If only the others could see you now,” Janus crows, “they’d know how intimidating you really are.”

 Logan takes his glasses off, polishing them with the handkerchief from his pocket. “As if you’re any better, crying over a torn seam in your cape.”

 “That bastard took two weeks to get right!”

 Remus ignores them once more, glancing at the clock. 9:45. An acceptable time to try and go to sleep. He moves slowly and quietly as he tries to get into the bed. The monster could be here. The banter continues behind him as he pulls the sheets tight around him.

 He does not see Logan glance over. He does not see that Logan frowns and glances at the clock, thinking perhaps Remus is more tired than he appeared, but…still. He does not see Logan look back at the others still talking, they’re probably not going to go to sleep for a long while.

 He does not see Logan look over at him as Janus leaves the room, claiming he’s going to go find somewhere more fun to sleep. He does not see Logan frown, looking to see Remus still on his side, huddled under the sheets. He does not see when Logan starts to count.

 One, two, three, four.

 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

 He does not see Logan beckon Roman closer.

 He does not see Roman frown as he comes closer, sighing at the notebook in Logan’s hands.

 “Logan, why the hell can’t you take a break for…” he trails off when he sees Logan’s face. “What?”

 “Perhaps I like to keep myself occupied,” Logan says smoothly, even as he nods insistently to the notebook, “even in times where the circumstances might be less than ideal.”

 Roman raises an eyebrow. Subtle, Logan.

 “You are chronically incapable of taking a break, aren’t you?”

 “Perhaps.”

 “Do you know any words other than ‘perhaps?’”

 “Perhaps.”

 Roman hides a smirk as squints at the text.

 I think Remus is actually afraid. Don’t tease. - L

 Remus does hear Roman exhale sharply. He does not see him glance up at the bed before he looks back at Logan and nods.

 “Well,” he sighs, stretching and yawning exaggeratedly, “on that note, it’s probably a good idea to try and sleep.”

 Logan snorts. “And here I thought you were supposed to be an actor.”

 He swats at him halfheartedly as he starts getting ready to go to sleep. What that means is just a matter of snapping his fingers to change out of the prince costume. He packs his other clothes away and crosses the room, keeping his footsteps loud but not too loud.

 Now that he’s paying attention, he can see how scared poor Remus is. He’s frozen under the sheets, barely moving. As Logan starts talking quietly to himself, he sets his bag down next to Remus’s and sighs, moving around to make a bit more noise.

 Remus still doesn’t move.

 When he’s made all the noise he can reasonably make, he walks a little closer to the bed and reaches to fix the curtains, unable to stop the soft noise when his shadow falls over the bed.

 “Hey, Re,” he whispers, leaning down and brushing the sheet a little further from his face, “it’s just me, it’s just Roman. Can you open your eyes for me?”

 It takes him a moment but his eyes do open. He smiles down at him and cups his face for a moment.

 “Hey, there, Re,” he murmurs, “can I come join you?”

 He barely nods.

 “Thank you.” He frowns when he doesn’t move over. “You gonna let me in?”

 He can tell by the way his eyes glass over that’s not a good idea unless he can convince him otherwise.

 “Come on,” he whispers again, “scoot to the other side for me.” He nudges his shoulder gently. “Logan misses you.”

 Loren doesn’t let his mumuring falter but he does reach across the small space between their beds to lightly pat the side closest to him.

 Remus moves, as skittish as the new dragon pups, clutching the blanket tightly to his chest, his pillow gripped in his other hand. Roman swiftly takes the warm spot he’s vacated, wincing in sympathy as he shivers on the cold sheets.

 “Thank you,” he sighs, making a show of getting comfortable before reaching out for him, smacking his lips together in sleep, “now come here.”

 At his quickly stifled questioning noise, he drops the act and opens his arm wide.

 “It’s okay, Re,” he whispers, far too quiet for Logan to hear, “I’m not gonna hurt you, it’s okay.”

 He stares at him a moment longer before he realizes that shit, he’s not going to be able to move on his own right now.

 “Can I come get you, Re?” Roman smiles when he gives him another one of those jerky nods. “Thank you, I’m gonna pull you over to me, okay?”

 He takes him into his arms slowly and carefully, wrapping him up in the sheets until just the very tops of their heads poke out. He relaxes just enough so that he can maneuver him to where he likes, but he’s far from the sleepy pile he expected.

 “Hey,” he whispers, tucking his hair behind his ear, “you want to stay here with me, Re?”

 He blinks sluggishly. Roman bites back a curse and leans down to rub his nose against his.

 “Hey, hey, Re, you just focus on me, okay? Stay with me here—“ he tightens his grip— “right here…I’ve got you.”

 He frowns when he makes a small little noise that sounds like it could be his name.

 “Yeah, Re? You calling for me?”

 He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He kisses Remus’s forehead.

 “Nonverbal,” he whispers, “or just scared? Or both?”

 A moment passes.

 “Both it is then.” Roman tucks his head under his chin. “Why don’t you go ahead and close your eyes, Re, I’m right here.”

 They stay there, wrapped in the blankets, Remus warm and snug up against Roman’s chest. He plays with his hair, one of his legs slung over his to hold him close, working to lull him out of his frozen state. After a while, Logan stands from the other side of the room and pats Roman’s shoulder.

 “Your turn, Roman.”

 Roman rolls over. “Huh?”

 Logan nods his head toward the bathroom. “Shower.”

 Roman sighs dramatically and presses another kiss to Remus’s forehead, leaving his brother dazed, blinking up at Logan. Logan watches Roman leave before he turns his gaze downwards. Remus tries to pretend the shiver that goes through him at the way Logan softens his gaze is just the cold.

 “Remus,” he calls softly, voice barely louder than a whisper, “Remus, may I join you?”

 A pause.

 “Tap the bed twice if yes, once if no.”

 A pause, then Remus hesitantly reaches out to make two little taps.

 “Thank you.”

 He slides smoothly into the bed, reaching out to carefully slip an arm under his and pull him off of the sweat-soaked sheets—when did that happen?—and into his arms. Remus moves pliantly, tucking his chin into the space left between his chin and the pillow.

 “Hey,” he whispers, gentling his voice as he tucks his head closer to Remus’s, “hey.”

 Logan is warm. Is Logan—Logan said it made sense to be quiet. Logan knows. Logan understands. Logan always understands.

 “What’s the matter,” Logan calls gently, “can I help?”

 Remus swallows. “Monster.”

 “Are you afraid of the monster, Remus?”

 Remus nods. “Black eyes. Shadow. Kill you and Roman and Janus and then go find Patton and Virgil and Thomas. Bad.”

 “The monster isn’t real, Remus,” Logan says softly, running his hand through his hair, “it doesn’t exist.”

 Remus shakes his head. “We’re in the hotel on the island. It’s real. Roman left and the monster will kill him.”

 “Roman is just in the bathroom,” Logan corrects, moving his head to indicate the running water sound, “he’s alright. We’re not in a hotel, we’re in the mansion you two created.”

 “But the LED sign is buzzing outside.”

 “Would you like to look and see?”

 “No!” Remus wraps his arms tightly around Logan’s waist. “We’re not supposed to look out the window, the old man said not to.”

 “The old man isn’t here,” Logan says patiently, “I’m here. I have you. I’ll keep you safe.”

 “He said—he—he’s not real?”

 “No, Remus, he’s not real.” Logan gives him a gentle squeeze. “This is real. This is real, Remus, I’ve got you.”

 “You’re real.”

 “I am.”

 “You said it’s safe to look out the window?”

 “It is.” Logan squeezes again. “Would you like me to show you?”

 Remus nods. Logan leans up and pulls back the curtain, peeking outside. There’s no bright red light from the hotel LED sign. Just soft moonlight.

 “There’s no sign, Remus,” he murmurs, “you’re not in a hotel.”

 Oh.

 “The scar,” he blurts, his hand flying to his chest, “from the stab, what if it’s already got us?”

 “I don’t have a scar,” Logan says, lying back down and taking Remus’s hand, “here…feel.”

 Logan presses his palm to his bare chest, pulling his shirt out of the way so Remus can see. There’s no scar.

 “You don’t have one either…may I?”

 When he presses his palms against Remus’s chest, there’s no scar.

 “We’re…not there?”

 “No, Remus, we’re not there,” Logan says gently, “we’re here, in the mansion, safe, there’s no monster.”

 The water stops. A moment later and Roman emerges, tossing a towel over his shoulder. He sees the two of them in the bed and pouts.

 “You stole my spot!”

 “I had Remus to comfort,” Logan says smoothly, waving him over, “though you are welcome to help.”

 Roman ruffles Remus’s hair. Remus leans into it.

 “Ro, are you real?”

 “Yes, of course, I’m real, Re, what…” Roman trails off and his eyes go wide. “Oh, Re, did we—did I push you into hallucination territory? I’m so sorry, yes, we’re real, we’re here, we’re in our mansion, we’re safe, Re.”

 “Safe?”

 “Yeah, Re,” Roman murmurs, getting in to cuddle his brother properly, “we’re safe.”

 “Real?”

 “This is real.”

 Remus buries his nose in his brother’s real neck and holds him close. Logan stays by his side, stroking his hair and murmuring that Remus is here, they’re real, they’re safe.

 After a moment, Remus takes a deep breath and pulls apart.

 “You know the rules, Ro-Bro.”

 Roman grimaces, his head dropping to rest against Remus’s sternum for a moment before he nods. Logan looks back and forth between the two of them.

 “What are the rules?”

 “When Remus gets pushed into hallucination territory,” Roman says softly, “he sleeps alone.”

 Logan frowns. “But surely it would help to have us reassure you and help ground you?”

 “Wouldn’t help for the intrusive thoughts and hallucinations to include you too.”

 Logan winces. “I suppose not, but—“

 “Lolo we’ve tried,” Remus mumbles, “we—this works. It sucks and I hate it and so does Ro but this is what works.”

 “I trust you,” Logan says, squeezing Remus’s hand, “and I trust you to know what works for you.”

 “We’re just overprotective.”

 “I’ll say.”

 Roman gives him one last hug before standing and pulling Logan to his feet. “You know we’ll come as soon as you call.”

 Remus nods. “I know.”

 The room feels empty when they leave.

 The night passes.

 During the witching hour, he startles awake.

 The sheets are soaked in sweat directly under him. His eyes are wide. His breathing is too controlled.

 The monster is not here but the shadows are.

 Somewhere in this house, he knows, something is here. He can hear the voice in the movement of the curtains, hear the step in the way the floorboard settles. Hands never meet his tender flesh, a mouth never bites his fragile throat, but something is here.

 Step. Step. Step.

 The fear clouds his eyes as it drips into his ears. The light flickers. Something brushes a knuckle up and over his cheek. Something pauses outside his doorway.

 Through the depths of the fear filling his ears, something knocks.

 The chill rips its fingers out of his mouth and smears them over his throat. Something knocks again. There’s something outside. There’s something outside.

 “Sweetie,” he calls as he opens the door, “Sweetie?”

 Janus steps inside.

 “You’re awake,” he says, shutting the door and sitting on the edge of the bed, “it’s quite late.”

 “I know,” Remus says as he sits up, wary, “sorry.”

 Janus hums, reaching out to idly brush his hair off his forehead. The chill curls and lingers around his fingers, the shadows diving to hide in the lea of him, greedily drinking the fear from Remus. Janus goes to pull his hand away only to notice the prickles on Remus’s skin.

 “Are you cold, my dear?” He frowns and lightly dusts his forearm with his fingertips. “You look it.”

 Remus shakes his head. Janus raises an eyebrow, pressing his thumb hard against his arm to reveal a white imprint. It takes long seconds for the chill to let blood color the flesh again.

 “Let’s not lie,” he murmurs, his gaze flicking back up to catch Remus’s, “shall we, sweetie?”

 Janus reaches up to trace the air around the curve of his cheek, one finger lightly tracing his jaw. The electrifying tingle clenches his hands in the sheet. He tilts his head and hums softly.

 “What’s keeping you awake, sweetie?”

 The chill snarls, refusing to let go of his throat.

 “You can speak,” he encourages, lightly knuckling the underside of his chin, “it’s alright.”

 “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head a little.

 “None of that, now, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He closes his hand around his. “To be afraid is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie, you know that.”

 The shadows move slowly, wary of him, eager to taste his fear. The chill huddles around it, icing it in place, refusing to let him breathe without reaching its fingers into the pit of his throat.

 “Oh, my dear,” Janus murmurs, running his fingers along the side of Remus’s neck, “can I do anything for you?”

 He shakes his head quickly. Too quickly.

 “Sweetie…”

 “You’ll be annoyed.”

 “I’m concerned,” Janus corrects gently, “that’s all.”

 Remus risks a glance at the shadows.

 “And you know, Remus,” he continues, lifting his hand to press a chaste kiss to its back, “taking care of you is never annoying.”

 A different type of fear tingles along his fingers as they brush the curve of his jaw. This one reaches deep, deep along his fingers, up his arm, down to the curve of his shoulder, wriggling in between the cold knots to pulse against him. The shadows bloom in the corners of the room, shying away from the light flickering over his face, his shirt, his hand.

 Through the mouthful of fear, his tongue wets his lips. “You’ll find it stupid.”

 “Never, sweetie.”

 “The dark,” blurts shamefully from his mouth, “I’m afraid of the dark.”

 “The dark, sweetie? Is this about…”

 “I got pushed into hallucination territory earlier.”

 Janus makes a noise of sympathy, murmuring an apology for teasing earlier.

 “I can’t see anything but the shadows,” Remus whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, “and the noises, and how empty it is because I know it’s not empty.”

 “And what helps this go away,” he asks, still cupping his hand, “what makes the shadows leave my sweetie alone?”

 “S-stay? Please, with—with me?” Remus’s breath starts to catch again. “Don’t—don’t let them hurt me.”

 “Oh, sweetie, of course,” Janus murmurs, “of course I’ll stay.”

 The poor thing chokes out a sob. Janus reaches forward to lie him back down when his hand brushes the edge of the sheet. He frowns. Picking the sheet up between two fingers, he winces. He can feel his fingertips rubbing together, it’s barely warm enough.

 Remus’s breath still hasn’t caught when he returns with a thick quilt, spreading it over him to banish the last of the chill.

 “Hush now,” he soothes, smoothing the corners of the quilt, “hush, sweetie, it’s over, you did so well, shh…”

 Janus climbs into bed, pulling the shaking Remus to his chest, his arms wrapping tightly, tightly around the poor thing as he cradles Remus protectively.

 “Come here, my sweet,” he whispers, “come here, now, shh, shh, you’re alright now, sweetie, shh, shh…”

 His cries soften, gentled into mewls against his chest as he warms him against his skin. The poor thing is still clenched tighter than a fist. He croons, taking his wrist in his hand and pulling him flush against him.

 “It’s alright, sweetie, you did so well, it’s gone now, you did it, there you are, here you are, right here, sweetie.”

 The poor thing whines.

 “Oh, sweet one, shh, shh, shh, my dear, you’re alright…” He makes a noise of sympathy when he doesn’t stop. “What’s the matter, sweetie, tell me, say it, come now…”

 He brings his hand up to stroke gently under Remus’s chin.

 “Say it, sweetie, tell me what’s troubling you so, let me help, I’m right here, I’m right here.”

 “The shadows,” he whimpers, “the shadows, I can—I can hear them, they—they’re everywhere—I—they’re looking at me, they’re touching me, I can—I can feel them—I—“

 “I’ve got you, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, pressing a kiss to Remus’s cheek, “I’m right here, nothing can touch you, here—“

 He pulls the blankets up and over their heads, creating a little bubble of intimacy in the dark room.

 “I’m here, sweetie, it’s just me, I won’t hurt you, you know I won’t. Shh, shh, hush now, sweetie, it’s alright.”

 They stay like that for a little longer, Remus sobbing out the rest of the fear as Janus hushes him softly, pulls him close, soothes away the last of the tremors with gentle hands and tender words.

 After a while, Remus pulls away.

 “…thanks, Jan.”

 “I promised,” Janus murmurs, “I promised that I’d do it when you need me to.”

 “I know.” Remus sniffles. “I just…wish you didn’t have to.”

 “Don’t ever feel bad about needing something,” Janus chides softly, chucking him lightly under the chin, “especially not when you really need it.”

 “Already sent Lolo and Ro away for hallucinations, you—“

 “They’re fine, sweetie, a little worried, but they came and told me what was happening.” Janus kisses his forehead again. “They’re not angry, they don’t begrudge you needing things, and they’ll be here for you. They always are.”

 “I know.”

 Exhaustion begins to seep into his eyes. He blinks sluggishly.

 “This is real, right?”

 Janus gives him a squeeze. “It’s real.”

 “Can I sleep now?”

 “Oh, of course, sweetie,” he murmurs, leaning back up to rest his head on the pillow next to Remus, “you go right ahead. I’ll be right here. I’ll keep the shadows away.”

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In her arms |R.M|

Rebekah Mikaelson x reader

Word count: 2181

Rebekah and you have been friends forever, but when Damon and Elena try and use you as leverage she confesses her feelings. 

warnings: torture, nothing too extreme or graphically depicted. 

MASTERLIST

God, you hated living in Mystic Falls.

Those were your first thoughts when you woke up alone and in the dark.

Where you were was a mystery but how you got there was plain and simple. You had been kidnapped. But by who was what you still had to wander.

You sat as still as you could trying to listen for voices, footsteps, or hell; even traffic. Not that you could even hear anything over the sound of your own heavy breathing. Your head pounded as you tried to figure out how you ended up here. 

Last you had remembered you had been walking to Bekah’s house. It was only about a mile from where you lived and the sun had shone brightly. Not to mention your mom’s car was in the shop so she had taken yours. 

The last thing you remembered was smiling at the thought of the Mikelson’s trying the spicy pasta you were going to make for them tonight. That and then your head colliding with something hard.

You gave up on listening and started to struggle. Your hands were bound in front of you by a thick rope and your feet bound underneath you. After trying to shift your hands out of the ropes for probably a good 10 minutes you realized that whoever tied them was making sure that you weren’t going anywhere. 

By now all the thoughts had started running through your head. They’re going to kill me. Or worse. I’ll never see my family again. Will they ever find my body. Oh my god oh my god. Rebeckah is waiting for me. If I die… I hope she never has to see my body or hear about what happened. 

By now your hands had brush burn where the rope laid, and your legs had fallen asleep. the old shirt of a gag that they had tied around your mouth was soaked in spit and you could no longer taste the bourbon on it that you could when you first woke up. Not to mention the pains in your stomach from skipping lunch, and now probably dinner. 

Rebekah- god knows why- had become rather insistent in training you on self-defense so you had gotten pretty good at that. She failed, however, to show you how to escape from rope bonds. 

You managed to scoot forward quite a bit. Reaching up towards the door handle you twist it only for it to be locked. Of course. But that didn’t mean it was useless. 

The door handle looked ancient. It was metal with one of those old keyholes. Part of the metal plate jutted out in what looked to be an attempt to yank it off. 

Reaching up you started to rub the ropes against the metal piece hoping to cut it off. Your actions halted before starting again faster at the sudden appearance of footsteps.

Shit shit shit.

When the door opened you fell threw. Not realizing how much you’d been leaning against the door. 

“Damon, we already have her. You don’t need to torture her too.”

You were pushed onto your back by a foot to the stomach.

Your eyes met pale blue ones song and a terrifying smirk.

Damon Salvatore

The only reason you knew who he was was because of the absurd amount of time he spent pestering Bonnie and Rebekah. Who happened to be the few people at Mystic fall high you talked to regularly. 

You recognized the voice scolding Damon as Caroline.

“Oh come on, she’s not gonna come if she thinks her girlfriend is A-okay. We gotta ruff her up a bit.”

Girlfriend?

They definitely had the wrong person

As you made eye contact with Caroline she dared to shoot you a little smile and wave. You just glared at her.

“Alright listen here hun, all you gotta do is scream, cry maybe spill some blond for us then call your dear friend Rebekah over to save you and we can all leave happy. Okay?΅

Your brows furrowed. What do they want with Bekah?

Bekah must have a girlfriend she never told me about. And they must think I’m her. 

Your heart hurt at this realization.  

When you made no move or any attempt to reply he continued on.

“look, we just need Stefan back’

Your reply came out muffled by the gag. Which he promptly (and aggressively) ripped off. You shifted so you were sitting up with your back against the cold wall.

“Bekah doesn't have stefan”

He rolled his eyes at you

“I know that. But Klaus does. Klause doesn’t love anyone but his family, and we couldn’t catch them. Trust me we tried. However, Rebekah loves you, which means she’d do anything to save you even if that meant betraying her brother.”

“Maybe.” Caroline piped up.

“Even if she did she would call the authorities to come and save me. Bekah wouldn’t risk her life to come and get me. Plus I’m not her girlfriend.” 

At this, they all rolled their eyes.

“Trust me she will” Damon scoffed

“Let’s just give this over with” came the voice of Elena. Who had somehow appeared at your side. 

Your eyes went wide at the sight of the needle in your leg before quickly dropping closed. 

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

When you awoke again you were in what appeared to be the Salvatore living room. A quick glance down showed that your hands and feet had been bound tightly to a chair.

“Finally she’s up.” Elena grumbled

“Well someone miscalculated the dosage” Damon side-eyed her. 

“Well no one told me she was a human”

Human. There was that word again. You never really understood what they meant. Bekah and her brothers always referred to you as their little human, which implied that they were different. While you didn’t fully understand it, you knew parts of how they were different.

You knew Rebekah and her brothers were all extremely strong and never seemed to get hurt. And you knew from eavesdropping that there were others in the town like them. 

You weren’t scared though. Well, at least not of the Mikelsons. They would never hurt you. Damon and Elena on the other hand….

The earlier stalked towards you with a devilish grin on his face. He reached for your hand and you immediately tried to pull back. Unable to because of the restraints you felt his cold hand engulf yours. 

Right before he broke your finger.

You screamed partially from the shock of seeing your finger bent flat against the back of your hand and the other part from the pain.

It wasn’t until you saw Damon glance back at Elena did you notice that she was recording.

Other hand. Same finger. 

Again you screamed. Louder this time. 

One by one he broke each one. Waiting for your screams to subside before moving on the next. *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

After there were none left to break and your vision was fading in and out from the pain, he leaned in close. 

“Now beg for her”

At first, you didn’t know who he was talking about. But as the tears started to run down your face and all you could think of was the safe embrace of a certain blonde, you knew. But never would you drag her into possible danger. You would rather let him break every bone in your body. 

And it seemed he might.

“Is that all you’ve got?” you mumbled so quietly that you weren't sure if he even heard you or not. Apparently, he did. And boy was that the wrong thing to say.

He motioned to Caroline who handed him a sleek and simple dagger before covering her mouth and turning away.

You hoped you were wrong about what you thought was coming. But when the dagger pierced the skin on your thigh there was no denying it. 

“Bek… “ it had slipped through your lips without you even noticing. Damon however easily caught it.

He removed the dagger and aimed a little lower before plummeting it back in. Your mind rattled as the sound of your screams filled the house.

“BEG FOR HER” but it was too late. You had already passed out

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

“It’s good enough,” Caroline tried to convince the pair. “Just send it to her”.

So they did.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   * 

Rebekah was starting to get worried. You were supposed to be at her house by now for family dinner night. Plus it was your turn to cook. 

She wanted to tell you all about how mad she was at Nik as you played with her hair. She wanted to see you smile as your warm arms wrapped around her with promises that everything would be okay. 

You would have texted her if you were going to be late. Right? 

She let out an audible sigh of relief at the sound of your ringtone coming from her pocket.

Her ease was short-lived when instead of a text she saw a video. Of you. Hurt.

A million thoughts raced through her head as black veins extended from beneath her eyes. 

Before her mind even caught up with her body she was out the door.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

By the time she arrived at the Salvatore house, she thought her dead heart would just about burst out of her ribcage. 

Flinging the door open she ran right to Damon. Steak already in her hand she raised it high above her head

“STOP” she looked over to see Elena holding a knife against y/n’s tear-stricken face.  Her demeanor quickly changed as she let the stake clatter to the floor. Her tight grip on Damon’s shirt, however, remained. 

“If you touch her Elena it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” 

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

At the familiar sound of her voice, you couldn't help but let every muscle in your body relax, despite the situation you were in. 

You couldn’t even hold back the words that left your mouth.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

“Beckah.” She heard you sigh in relief. Her heart swelled at the sound of your voice. 

“Here’s how it’s going to go.” Elena spoke with a sudden burst of confidence “Call your brother and get him to bring Stefan back and make him turn back on his emotions. No Stefan. We kill her. Hurt any of us. We kill her. Got it?” 

Rebekah looked back at you. There was no way she could get to you in time, the dagger was already drawing blood from your neck. Shoving Damon back she walked out with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The moment she was out the door she immediately dialed Nik.

“I need you to bring Stefan back.”

His reply was exactly what she had been fretting: “You know I can’t do that bekah.” 

Her hands shook as she tried to keep her voice steady. “Please Nik, they-” breath in breath out. “They took y/n.” 

The line went silent.

“Please please please” she begged as silent sobs wracked her body.

“Wait right there”

* * * * * 

Klaus had a soft spot when it came to anything involving his sister. And if that meant protecting a weak human girl that made her happy then so be it. 

Don’t get him wrong he adored you as well. You came over every Thursday to prepare a new dish from around the world with them. And while he wasn’t as infatuated with you as Kol and Bekah are, he had grown fond. 

He arrived at the Salvatore house hours later to find Bekah curled up on the sidewalk out front. When she looked up he saw that her makeup had been wiped off and her eyes rubbed red. 

As she took note of the lack of a Stefan she stood up. “Where's Stefan?” 

“Don’t worry I'll handle this” he made a move towards the door but Rebekah quickly moved in front of him.

“No Nik you can't, they’ll kill her. You need Stefan, please just go get Stefan.” 

He gripped her shoulders and gave her a slight shake to bring her back to her senses. “Bekah. Don’t forget who you are. Who WE are.” she gave him a nod and they turned towards the house. 

Within moments the pair had knocked out two of the vampires and the third was left cowering far away from y/n.

Becka leaned close so only Elena could hear. 

“If you ever even think about touching her again, I will kill everyone you ever love. For all of eternity,” she smiled and the quaking brunette. 

As soon as the vamps were taken care of Rebekah wasted no time running to your side. Your head felt light and you weren’t sure if you were hallucinating because of the blood loss or if Bekah just snapped Caroline’s neck. You also weren’t so whether she was talking or that was just the ringing in your ears. 

As she undid the ropes you faded in and out of consciousness. But now you were certain you had heard her mumbles clearly

I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m so sorry. I’ll never let you go. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

as she pulled you into her warm embrace you knew you were safe.

And as tears and lips hit your forehead. You knew this would be the end of your friendship.

Pt.2

#rebekah mikaelson #rebeka #rebekah x reader #reader #reader insert #kidnapping #rebekah x kidnapped reader #the originals #the originals x reader masterlist #originalsxreader #theoriginals #the originals x reader #the originals x you #the originals fanfiction #the originals fic #angst #the originals imagine #rebekah imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine #rebekah x fem!reader #rebekah x female reader #rebekah x y/n

[weaselle]

Ant Cthulhu

Tumblr ate my story! Goodbye to. just. so many thousands of notes. This was one of my first stories that people on tumblr liked. So I’m making it a new post, so that people can find it. Plus, of all the thousands who read the first one or two installments, not nearly as many discovered that I had written a third and final installment that ends the story, so here is a chance at that. 

The story was inspired by a pair of observations on Tumblr, where users probablybadrpgideas and 20thcenturyvole said, respectively 

“if Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.” and “Well if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house I’d certainly notice, try to figure out where they’d all come from, and possibly wreak destruction there.“

It gets just a little dark, but any story named for Cthulhu surely must have some death and destruction, right?

ANT CTHULHU

That’s why knowing and correctly pronouncing the true name is so important to the ritual. Imagine how impossible it would be to not go take a look if the circle of ants started chanting your name. And they’re like, you can’t leave because we drew a line made of tiny crystals - now you have to do us a favor. And you’re like, let’s just see where this goes “yup, you got me… what’s the favor?” and usually the favor is like, “kill this one ant for us” or “give me a pile of sugar” and you’re like… okay? and you do, because why not, it isn’t hard for you and boy is this going to be a fucking story to tell, these fucking ants chanting your name and wanting a spoonful of sugar or whatever. And SOMEtimes you get asked for things you can’t really do, one of them, she’s like, “I love this ant but she won’t pay any attention to me, make me important to her” and you’re like… um? how? So you just kill every ant in the colony except the two of them, ta-da! problem solved! and the first ant is like *horrified whisper* “what have I done” …. _____________________________________________________________________

Meanwhile another colony of ants invades your house, and evidently that last ant has gotten some of them to join her in a circle and taught them the ritual because you’re coming out of the bathroom one day and you hear the ants singing your name. Sure enough it’s that ant, but she’s dark and fucked up now, and she’s like, “kill the queen. I will rule this colony” and you’re like, sure, I guess I kinda owe her, and you do it. And she manages to become queen, and they worship you. Which is cool, you’re not, you know, very important in the human world, but to these ants you’re practically all-powerful.

Your beloved Naya doesn’t understand your fascination with the ants at all, but you easily train her to leave them alone. She’s such a good dog. The ants are horrified that you command such a beast.

You begin to realize can’t be just, doing everything a bunch of ants tell you to all the time. When would you watch Netflx? So you tend to only show up for super important ants; you teach them some extra words and when hear them you go see what’s up. Usually. Also though, you’ll show up to just your name, if you’re bored and you hear it. And, sometimes some of the ants are like, tell us more human names, and you’re kind of jealous of the idea of some other human diluting your private godhood, so you refuse. Your roommate Greg is like, yo, that’s fucking awesome, I want ant worshipers! But whenever he approaches any, they run away, because it turns out that the illusion of control from the named summoning is what makes them feel safe around you. That’s great, because Greg is a dick who never does the dishes, and one day you decide to teach Greg a lesson. So you show up at the colony, and you’re like, “yo, witch queen, did you think there would be no price for all these things? Your colony must do something for me, go to the Room of the Housemate, I will meet you there.” And you go sit on the couch and play Overwatch for a while. You’re like, right there, you can clearly see the ants all marching along the wall to Greg’s room, but to them you’re not even there, you’re so far away they can’t see you. It takes them, like, an ant week to make the journey. They have to figure out ways to get over and around things. Some of them drown, or get stepped on by the dog, or whatever. You win a game, you lose a game, you look over, and they’re trying to get through some cobwebs… looks like they’re mostly going to live, you keep playing, you look over, okay they’re all in there, and you stand up and walk over and by the time they’ve chanted your name once, you’re there. “right, hold on” and you look around and you see a twelve-pack of Greg’s precious fucking soda, that he keeps in his room and refuses to ever share, even though it’s a communal food household and you share your hot chocolate with him all the time. So you gather the ants unto you, and you poke a little hole in each of the sodas and you leave the room to the sound of the ants rejoicing. Greg will suspect of course, but he’ll never be able to prove the ants didn’t chew holes in the plastic and steal his stupid drinks.

He actually tries to blame it on Naya. What a prick. You insist with wide eyes that the ants must have found it somehow — maybe he shouldn’t leave soda pop laying around his room. But later, while you’re at work, Greg destroys most of the colony in a rage, and you come home to find the witch queen gasping her last. “The Dew of the Mountain, which you had us steal, was cursed - and so I lay my curse on you” she manages, and then she dies. Well first of all, you don’t really believe in curses, but last month you didn’t believe ants could know your name, so that’s unsettling. And second of all, you feel kind of bad. You know, not SUPER bad, cause she’s like, an ant. But still. And most importantly, third of all, Greg must pay. Like some kind of movie villain, you pet your loving Naya and say out loud “Oh yes, and pay he will.”

But Greg has done more than kill a bunch of the colony. As you wait for eggs and pupae to replenish the ant population, you discover he has found some ants that didn’t go on the Mountain Dew raid, and he’s spared them, told them his name.

He’s made himself a good sized cult in YOUR fucking ant queendom. Greg has started locking his door. So now you NEED the ants. Once again you direct the ants loyal to you to journey to Greg’s room. You meet them at the door. A locked door means nothing to the ants, they don’t even know there is a door, and can barely perceive the difference between it being open and shut - either passing the threshold on the floor regardless, or being on its surface no matter the position. But you need them to get inside. You’re going to put itching powder in his underwear drawer and leave a raw fish under his bed. So you instruct the leading party of ants how to go into the Cave of Keyhole, and position the Magic Megaliths inside just right to enable the opening of the Great Door and allow you to pass into the Realm of Housemate. Crouched by the door, you can hear when your ants are met by a party of Greg Cultists, who insist that if the Great Door is opened, the colony will be doomed. There is fighting. Your ants prevail, the lock tumblers are moved into place, and you swing the door open… To find Greg! In his room all along! It’s a trap! His cultists attack you! I mean, they can’t do much real harm, but it kind of hurts and it’s super annoying. You order your ants to attack him, and they do, but he storms over and pours bleach down the colony entrance.

It’s the end of their world. Now you and Greg are at war, and you both understand the unspoken rules to your fight. You can’t do things directly to each other, why, that would be assault. But anything you can get your ants to do is fine, because “she told the ants to do it to me” isn’t going to get very far with any authority figures that get involved. Later, nursing your anger, you confer with your few remaining ants and stare moodily at your new prize, the ant farm that came in the mail. It will take time to integrate them- your ants have to get access to the new ants’ scent marker chemicals and go undercover. Meanwhile, you’ve got a laptop schematic to go over with your high priestess. It’s finals week, and if you time it right, he’ll lose everything. … You look down into the summoning ritual. The current high priestess, Zé, is an ant of great influence and personality - you quite like her, inso far as a human can be friends with an ant that worships them. You thought the new queen would become the next high priestess, but according to Zé the queens don’t like to come out of the colony after they shed their wings. Plus they are very busy laying eggs and supervising the care of their ant larvae. Zé says it’s a better deal for you, this way your high priestess can have the time and energy to really serve your interests, and wield an authority among the colony that is purely yours - no conflict of interest, and no baby making duties. It’s really just what’s best for both you and the colony queen to have her as high priestess, she informs you, making you laugh at her flattery-wrapped ambition. There’s no laughing this evening though. It’s serious business on the docket tonight. “O wise and ancient entity of power, you grace us with your presence!” and for formality’s sake, she intones the additional ritual greeting from their holy books “You Look Fantastic, Have You Done Something New With Your Hair?” Ants don’t really understand hair. You respond as you have become accustomed “Thank You, Yes.” It’s just easier. They mean well. Mystic greeting complete, Zé and the rest of the dark clergy move straight to business. Several 10s of them line up in formation, creating a diagram of the apartment complex. You had to coach them into how to make it, as far as they are concerned it’s a complex sigil that conveys knowledge to you - for creatures that traverse the building in long journeys along the pipes in the walls and in the spaces between the lower ceiling and upper floor, it looks nothing like the apartment complex as they know it. Zé claims to understand it, but secretly you suspect she’s just mostly cementing her authority among the clergy. She has, usefully, memorized which parts of the sigil correspond with what parts of the building, and that’s good enough for your purposes. “O mighty being, we have done as instructed. Our scouts had to search wide for them, but we have left the corpses of many termites in all the locations you specified, every night this week. “Very good,” you assure them, “and the Greggorites?” “Our spies among them have learned of their next attack. We should be able to influence their timing somewhat.” “Good. And..” your eyes narrow, “the other thing?” “Ah, yes.” Zé’s antennae wave and dip in that way you know means she is uncomfortable. “to the best of our ability to find out, the… Antifreeze initiative was entirely conceived of by the Demon Lord Greg.” “Just Greg,” you tell Zé with bitter hatred as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. “Greg is not a lord, just a fucking prick who’s going to get what’s coming to him. I swear by all of creation he will.” “Is there…” Zé trailed off and tried again. “O Deity of my heart, far be it from me to question Your Exaltedness, but help your poor servant to understand… your plans have become, ah, they seem perhaps, I am sure I am wrong, but they seem, overly audacious? Your recent change in demeanor has made some of us nervous - not me! - but some of the less devout among my sistren, have become… concerned.” Your fists clench. “I don’t expect you to get it. I’m pretty certain none of you could possibly understand.” Your voice breaks. You clench your teeth. You won’t, you won’t cry in front of your ant worshipers. You lean down and say in the strangled half whisper that is the only way you can force the words past the lump in your throat, “He killed my dog, Zé…” The ants flee the sound of your terrible wailing. The great Finals Erasure had worked to more devastating effect than you had anticipated, and things had… escalated. Then Greg proved himself to be less human than the ants , who themselves had turned out to be such surprising little beings. So. The orders for the heinous deed did in fact come from him. Now, there are things that have to be done. You call the ants back out of hiding and get to work. In the end, it was easier than you thought it would be. You talk to all the neighbors, without Greg. You hide the relevant pieces of mail. You have the scuba gear and the stuff from the sex shop shipped to a friend’s house. You ensure your spies among the Greggorites have escape plans, though Zé assures you they are ready to sacrifice themselves to the cause. “I’m not that kind of Deity,” you tell her. The night before, your ants slip a double dose of tylenol p.m. into Greg’s milkshake. You almost laugh; all your efforts to make sure there is only soup to make for dinner, and he comes home with Burger King. He sleeps so soundly that he never comes close to waking the whole time you are attaching the padded bondage equipment to his limbs and hiding with him in the closet. The walk through by the company inspectors that morning is a tense moment, but as you suspect, they don’t open the closets. After they leave to do their work outside, you finish your work inside, tying Greg to his bed. By the time he starts to wake up, you are sitting in a chair in the doorway to his bedroom, with your mask on. The air is beginning to thicken and discolor. Greg coughs around his ball gag and opens his eyes. You feel curiously calm and empty. “Hi, Greg.” Your voice is muffled, “You like my dive mask?” Greg makes an angry questioning noise, spread eagled to the full extension of his limbs. “Oh, yeah, that must be uncomfortable. Can’t give you enough slack to jerk against the ropes, though, or you might leave tell-tale bruises through the padding.” More angry noises, coughing. “Hhhmm? Oh, did I forget to tell you? It’s termite day, Greg, they’ve tented the house. That’s Sulfuryl Fluoride you’re breathing. You’ll cough for a bit, you’ll throw up, and your heart will stop.” He’s thrashing around as much as the ropes will allow, which isn’t a lot. He’s pretty energetic about it, though; maybe he can’t hear you over his efforts. “You shouldn’t have meddled around with godhood, it didn’t suit you. Power compromised your judgement. You definitely shouldn’t have fucking killed my dog, Greg” You’re suddenly filled with rage. You need to know he hears you. You stride over to the bed and grab him by the throat. Not too hard, you try to remember through your anger, no bruises. The grip is enough to make Greg stop thrashing and look at you with wide wide eyes. “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING KILLED NAYA YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! WHY? WHY? HOW COULD YOU!? SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” Just as suddenly, your anger is gone. You feel tired. You look down at him and shake your head.”Time to die, Greg.” You cross the room and sit back down in your chair in the doorway. Watching him die isn’t easy, but it’s not as hard as watching Naya suffer through acute kidney failure. Afterwards, you take off all the bondage gear, throw it in a duffel bag. You leave through the back, rolling out from under the fumigation tent against the back fence, and packing the scuba gear into the duffel before you climb into the neighbors yard. A month later, you’re moving from town to town. The colony has become so large you’re going to need a bigger truck full of clay for them to live in. Maybe an old Uhaul. The ants bring you a newspaper. They bring you everything now, food, money, information. Word of how you value the life of each individual ant has spread through the colony, and reports brought back from the apartment by scouts confirming your status as a godslayer has …elevated… their worship of you. You open the newspaper to find Greg’s death has made the papers. No suspicion of foul play despite the exterminator company lawyers insisting on an autopsy. Tylenol p.m. in his system accounted for his presence in the building, it was decided, and the failure of the inspectors to notice Greg in bed during their walk through was settled out of court, paid off by their insurance. The ants bring you a conga line of grapes, peeling them for you while you stare off into space. A small line of ants brings the peels back to the colony larder. You’re going to have to teach them how to disable cameras - the leaked security footage of hundred dollar bills slipping themselves out under the bank doors has caused a bit of a stir on some parts of the internet… you eat another grape, and count your money. As usual you put half of it in an envelope, uncapping a sharpie to write “From Naya” on it. The ants will slip it under the door of the local animal shelter for you tonight. END

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so, looking back, I feel I should tell you that when I wrote the final chapter of this I had just become homeless and had to leave my dog in a better home than I could provide. It’s cool, we still see each other a lot these days, I was just real sad about it and it effected what I wrote. Anyway, that’s the Ant Cthulhu story

#ant cthulhu #ant #ants #writing #fiction #story

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Reiner x F!Reader x Porco

I needed to write this because it occurred in my mind many times. Also im new to the fandom and suggestions about how to portray reiner and porco are always welcomed.

Warning: explicit content.

Reiner was sitting in the couch, with one beer in hand and the remote in the other. He occasionally took a sip while changing the channels. There was nothing interesting, besides the ordinary brainwashing documentaries there were a few sports channels. From the corner of his eye he spotted Porco approaching. He had the same disgusted look on his face, the same look he has when Reiner was around. He took a sit next to him. He wasn’t wearing his normal jacket and was only in his white shirt and jeans.

“You ok?” Porco wasn’t looking like himself. His hair wasn’t as perfectly as always and his dark circles were noticeable now in the light of the tv.

“I’m not.” He said after letting out a sigh. “This whole war is crap. I just wanna go home. I’m tired of everyone.”

“Me included?”

“You especially. You’re Marley’s bigger failure.”

Reiner chuckled and handled Porco a beer. He was used to the younger man’s insults. They hurt him at the begging but now he considered them funny. Seeing hiw devastated he is, Reiner handled him a beer.

“C’mon, you need one.”

“No thanks.” He wasn’t in a mod to drink, or to talk. From the past days he wasn’t in a mood for anything.

“First time you drink? You can trust me if you black out. I promise to not draw a dick on your forehead.”

“Just leave me alone. Can’t you just shut for a minute?”

The younger man was clearly irritated. Reiner couldn’t stop his curiosity.

“Tell me, have you ever been with a woman? Or a man? I don’t judge”

“What?!”

“Just asking. You seem tensed, some action could help you relieve the stress.”

“It’s not your business!”

“Hmmm. Do you drink?” Reiner was pushing his luck.

“No” he responded shyly starting to blush and the older men’s questions.

“Do you smoke?”

“N-no”

“Ah, so you’re a virgin in every way”

“Shut up! As i said that’s not your business!” He almost got up to leave, but was stopped by Reiner.

“Look, I didn’t mean to upset you, that’s the last thing i wanna do. We’re all tired. Please stay, i really enjoy your company.” He gave him a warm smile. Oh, how he liked to torment the guy. Porco felt for it and sit again.

“Where’s your girl? Don’t tell me, she can’t stand you either now?”

Reiner chuckled again. There was something about his laugh, a low, husky yet full of life who filled the room. A very masculine laugh to fit his appearance.

The first thing he noticed when he came back was his height. He always pictured Reiner as the skinny, weak kid, but Porco was surprised to see him rather huge and quite muscular. His soft and weak appearance was replaced with a more intimidating presence. He watched as his pecs were squeezed in the tank top he wore, feeling a burn in his cheeks. His messy hair and short goatee added more to his intimidating presence that he owned now.

“No, she’s just tired.” He responded, his husky voice pulling Porco back to reality.

“I see.”

They both stopped at a documentary about the devils from the Paradise Island. Reiner knew there were all lies, and Porco seemed not to believe it either, but they remained silent as they let the same documentary to bring them memories from the past.

They parted at some point. Reiner left suddenly and Porco was alone watching the rest. Once the documentary was done he got up from the couch and headed to his room.

As he crossed the hall he heard some noises coming from the vice-captain’s room. There were grunts and soft moans, like they were trying not to get attention. He recognized the low, deep grunts to be Reiner’s, and the moans were probably coming from his wife. The bastard managed to get married after the failure on the Paradis. Moreover, he got to have sex before of him, which rattled his superiority complex. Curiosity got the best of him and he peaked through the keyhole.

There she was, on top of him facing the door and allowing the man to see her bouncing breasts. The vice-captain’s office was similar to zeke, except for the fact that there wasn’t a gramophone. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her small hands holding onto his big nape. She was looking down at him with her mouth slightly opened.

Reiner grabbed her hips and raised her ass a little, allowing him to fuck her while being under. He picked up the pace, making her to let out a loud whimper from her tiny mouth. Reiner immediately covered her mouth, his hand engulfed half of her face. The other hand was resting on her hip, squeezing the flesh as he was trying to hold her in place. His other hand moved to the other hip.

He was pounding hard in her and the little thing could barely manage. She was a wreck, she looked totally different from this morning. Her hair was in all places and her make up ruined, probably from the tears and other fluids.

Porco let his weight to fall on the door. His knees were weak. He couldn’t possibly detach himself from the keyhole, not now when it seemed to be the final. Reiner let his head backwards, facing the door too. His hair was glued to his forehead and his eyes were tight shut. Before approaching his climax he opened his eyes looking in Porco’s direction and to his fear it might seemed that he smiled. Did he smiled at him? Did he knew he was behind the door, looking shamelessly at them while having his palm pressing over his boner? He thought it might calm him down, but he found himself rubbing over it gently.

Reiner helped her to get down on the couch. She collapsed with her legs spread open, but his view was blocked by Reiner’s huge frame.

“Was I good my love?” She said between heavy breaths.

“Yes dear. But why don’t you ask our guest.” He pointed over his shoulder, to the door.

“W-what guest..?”

“Come on Porco, tell her yourself.”

The young man was stunned. He didn’t know what was more humiliating, the fact that he was discovered, or the fact that there was this urge to come in. All sort of wild fantasies filled his brain while listening to their moans and grunts.

“Come on Porco.” Reiner insisted.

He finally came in and was met with Reiner’s cocky look and her shy expression. She was all red and hid her face with her hands. She tried to close her legs but Reiner stopped her.

“You want this?” He asked him.

“I-“

“Come on, we don’t have all day.”

“Y-yes” he looked at her body, at her beautiful curves and the beds of sweat that formed alongside her skin.

“My love” he moved one of his big hand to remove hers from the face “this man wants you, do you want him as well?”. She glanced at him, still shyly, but she saw she was confused, yet eager as well.

“Would you stay with me as well?”

“Of course love.”

“Them yes.”

Reiner grabbed her by the wrist and lifted her, turning her around so she can rest on his chest. He grabbed her thighs and spread her legs apart. She could feel, on her skin, the hot liquid dripping down her sensitive cunt.

With a mischievous grin Reiner turned to Porco.

“You gotta clean the work space if you want to get to work.”

Porco wasn’t the type to accept humiliation. He was the one humiliating the others with his rude and bitter attitude, especially to Braun. But now something was different. Usually he would get angry, especially if it came from Braun. He felt frustrated, but not because his ego was hurt, another kind of frustration that turned him on. He felt a hug pressure on his lower belly and he was sure his boner was standing out.

“Come on Porco, can’t you see how much she trembles for you?”

He couldn’t think for himself anymore and followed Reiners orders. He sit between her legs and watched as his cum was dripping out her hole looking all sinful, yet irresistible.

“Lick.” Reiner’s smug turned into a devilish smile.

Porco obeyed and moved forward, smelling the scent of sex, a mixture between her own and probably Braun’s. His nose was close to her folds and he shyly gave her cunt a lick. It tasted salty and it was still hot, but again, this form of humiliation only turned him on more. He gave another lick, and another over her sensitive organ. She was squirming in Reiner’s hold. Porco moved his tongue in between her cheeks to clean the rest of the cum. He kept licking, lost in his own thoughts. The salty familiar taste began to fade away and was replaced with a sweeter one. She began to enjoy it.

“Now over her clit, and use your the tip of your tongue.” He moved his hands to spread her folds and expose the little bud. Porco did as he was told and use the tip to stimulate it.

“R-Reiner, I don’t think I-“

“Do it for me, just another one.”

She shallowed hard and allowed the man between her legs to do the job. Reiner pressed harder so the little bud would stick up more.

“Suck it.” Porco obeyed and now his lips were around her clit, sucking and licking accordingly to Reiner’s indications.

“Now Porco, you learned how to give oral sex. Let’s go to the next step. Take out your cock.”

She was leaning her head on Reiner’s shoulder, her whole body turned into nothing but jelly. Her hands were grabbing Reiner’s forearms. Porco pulled out his erection. His tip was swollen and reddish, and his shaft was soaked in precum. He got close to her and slowly inserted his tip into her swollen entrance. Inch by inch he made his way deeper and deeper, feeling her walls tightening around him, and hearing little moans and grunts coming from her pretty mouth. He fully entered her, then he pulled out just half, and entered again at the same pace.

“Can you hear her moaning? This means she likes it. Speed up.” Porco listened and this time he pulled out the whole shaft, his tip almost getting out, and entered again in full force, making her whole body tremble. Her nails were digging into Reiner’s forearms so hard his skin was turning red.

“Faster.” Reiner shifted his position and pulled out his erection again. He lifted her a little and put her in Porco’s arms just a little so he could spread her cheeks and massage her asshole with the tip of his dick.”

“Reiner..”

“Shhh, focus on Porco.” He entered slowly, making sure to not make any sudden moves. Inch by inch he filled her up from the back, whole Porco was pumping into her mercilessly from the front.

“Lift her up.” Reiner said and Porco grabbed her by the ass and raised her. She wrapped her hands around Porco’s neck and rested her body on his chest. Reiner was picking up the pace too seeing she is not hurt.

Both men were pumping into her at their own pace, ravishing the little girl between them. Their bodies were pressed tight on each other, they were all sweaty and their moans formed a sinful orchestra that filled the room. Porco felt the pressure growing bigger and bigger with every slam, and his shaft was throbbing hard inside her walls.

“R-Reiner.”

“It’s ok Porco, fill her up.” Reiner was approaching his climax too. The whole act he saw Porco making all grimaces possible. He frowned and then he relaxed and frowned again. His appearance was messier than before, and Reiner fought every urge to grab the man by his hair and pull him into a kiss, shoving his tongue down his throat and tasting his own cum from his tongue. Porco thrusted a few times and emptied his load inside her. Reiner followed next.

Porco removed himself and sit next to them to catch his breath. After the effect of the orgasm washed out regrets started to fill his mind. He let himself to be dominant by a man like Reiner, whom he despised deeply. He licked his own cum and moreover, he enjoyed it. While preparing to penetrate her asshole, Porco was able to look at his shaft. It had an impressive size, and no wonder why she was like a vegetable after the first round. He must feel amazing inside he thought.

“How do you feel Porco?”

“Huh? Im fine. How about you?”

“How do you think?” He looked at them. They weren’t in a better state either. If her hair looked bad before coming in, now it looked worse. Same for Reiner. They were both sweaty and sticky, but they had that dumb smile on their face. Reiner’s devilish smug was replaced with a more relaxed one. Whatever his purpose was, he must’ve achieved it.

“Hey, stop starring and bring a towel wet with warm water.” Reiner broke the silence.

“What for?”

“I’ll teach you to do after care. Now hurry, she’s getting cold. And bring a blanket too.”

Porco got up and dressed, and went to search for these items.

#attack on titan #reiner braun #porco galliard #smut #reiner braun x you #reiner braun x reader #porco galliard x you #porco galliard x reader

[percywinchester27]

La Petite Mort

Word count: 2.1K

Pairing: Dean X Reader AU

Warnings: None, just fluff, humour and implied sex ;)

Series Summary: The reader has just shifted to a new flat and boy, someone on the floor has a really banging sex life! The passionate moans have been keeping her up for several nights in row and enough is enough! Reader has her suspicions, but is it really the green-eyed hottie from room no. 307?  

A/N: It’s a neighbours!AU. I’m finally writing one. So excited to share it with you guys. Hope y’all like it! <3

Beta: The best babe, @deanssweetheart23​​​​​

Everything was fine till the banging started. Pun very much intended.

The shift had been smooth, the job was going great and life was finally on track. You had slid under the covers with the most satisfied smile in years only to be woken up to a lady very, very, very happy with her life.

Oh yeah… oh yeah… ahhh right there… oh fuck yeah…

You sat up right in your bed, eyes wide, face hot.

Third night in a row. Third fucking night. Literally.

What in the good heavens? The landlady might have mentioned this while renting out the flat!

Shoving the pillow over your ears, you fell back onto the mattress, closing your eyes shut very tightly. Eventually sleep overtook you and you lapsed into lousy dreams of trying to catch the taxi which kept evading you. Not a metaphor for your sex life at all. Nope.

The disturbed sleep didn’t help your mood the following day. Everyone at the office thought of you as a happy-go lucky person. Lately, they were seeing this whole new dark side of you. Sleep was essential to your functioning. 

In the evening, on your way back, you stopped by the coffee shop downstairs to pick up a brownie. It was a little place; busy yet quaint. The barista, Charlie, made two hearts in your coffee instead of one. That put the biggest smile on your face. 

At least, the day was ending on a high note.

Your newly rented flat was on the third floor of a very complicated building. One staircase did not directly lead into another. An entire hallway had to be crossed to get to it. The design probably broke a hundred different by laws and someone was definitely paid off in the city civil office to get a construction permit. You did not want to imagine how the people would fare in case of a fire emergency. Learning the escape plan was like memorising the map of a treasure hunt. You escape, you win. You lose… whoops! Better luck in next life. But the rent was cheap and you were already living all the clichés of a struggling writer- one incomplete book, a job at a publishing house and addiction to coffee. So, yes, you would brave fire when it came to being able to afford a living.

Struggling with the brownie package and the coffee in your hand you jammed the key into the door. It didn’t go in. 

What the hell?

You tried again, and once more the key got jammed. On a closer look, you realised that the lock didn’t resemble yours at all. Stepping back, you peered at the door. 307. Not 306- which was yours.

The floor design was insane and instead of the flats being lined up next to each other, they were all fronting one another in a haphazard fashion. Shaking your head, you took a step back and jammed the key into the lock of your own flat.

Jesus! You’re losing it, Y/N.

Shirking off the mild irritation, you cooked yourself a hot cup of instant noodles, put on your favourite TV show and slinked into your couch. Tonight’s episode was going to reveal who the murderer was and you had been dying for the suspense to finally end. 

Just when the protagonist was about to point a gun at the killer in the shadows…

Oh my God... you’re incredible… aahhhh… ahhhh… ahhh…

You completely abandoned the TV and jumped up from the sofa. The fire hazard might still be worth it, but the thin walls so weren’t.

On tiptoes, you made your way to the east side wall, putting your ear against it. The noise wasn’t coming from upstairs. That was the only sure thing. But it was impossible to pinpoint the direction. The moans were reverberating through the walls. So loudly that there was no escaping it. Not in the bedroom, the kitchen or the living room sofa. 

Of all of them, the east wall seemed like the culprit. 

Right there… yeah…

307. Whoever it was in that room needed to calm the FUCK down. You grabbed your blanket and dragged it to the end of the living room, fuming. What ticked you off was how much this was ticking you off.

It’s sleep you told yourself. The lack of sleep was the only thing making you mad. The sex noises couldn’t be it. Because there were other noises- a dog barked somewhere occasionally, one of the rooms had a very loud stereo and someone was too much into baking- the beater was ceaseless. No, it had to be the timing and your wrecked sleep schedule.

Just like the nights before, you covered your ears and started reciting the story of the manuscript you had been reading at work. Eventually, sleep overtook you again.

The next morning you woke up in a crappier mood. If that was even possible.

Breathing down on anything and everything, you locked the door on your way out for work. Turning into the corridor, you ran into a wall of solid flesh. 

In your groggy, sleep deprived state, the first thing you noticed was the way he smelled- leather and whiskey and something headier than that. It was divine. Next, you looked up into those eyes- stunning green, like sparkling water running over jade.

“Easy there, sweetheart!” The guy smirked. 

You straightened yourself and took a step back. In front of you stood the most handsome guy you had ever seen. He was tall, with dirty blond hair, almost brown, and those stunning eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered, trying to collect your scattered thoughts. You had one of those dumb faces that gave away every damn thought crossing through your brain, so obviously you tried your best not to meet his gaze. Which was a shame really. That face demanded to be ogled at. Let alone the body that followed.

“No, no… I didn’t mind at all.” 

You saw him reach out to the door of 307.

“You’re the one who lives there?” You asked through gritted teeth. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure. You want a tour?”

Uhgg the best looking guy and he has to be such a douche!

Slipping past him, you stomped off towards the stairs. This too-good-looking-for-the-world asshat had been ruining your nights and in turn your life. 

You knew it was wrong to be mad at him without, at least, talking about the issue first. A polite conversation explaining your situation wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world now, would it? But how does one start a conversation pertaining to that? After all, he wasn’t exactly the one making the noise. What would you say?

So, hey would you mind pleasuring your girlfriend a little less? 

Or better. Ever heard of a ball gag?

Mere thought of it made you shudder.

The work day was spent trying to shove your neighbour's stupidly handsome face out of your mind. It didn’t help that your mother kept calling, repeatedly. You knew what she had to say. How you should have taken that bigger job at Royal’s publishing. How the writing career might never take off. How you really should get a boyfriend now, or you’ll be the only unmarried cousin in the family.

Usually you could entertain your mother with well-timed hmms and ahhs. Today wasn’t that day.

Bone-tired and absentminded, you jammed the key in the keyhole in the evening, only for it to get stuck again. You looked up at the door. 307.

Well, shit!

Putting both your hands into it, you yanked the key with all your might, just as the door opened. There he stood, with his crooked smirk, dimples digging in, wearing nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt and sweatpants that hung all too low on those hips.

“You don’t need to break into my house. I already offered a tour.” Of course, god gave him an irresistible voice. Cause at this point, why not?

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at him. “I keep getting the wrong door. This one’s mine.”

“Oh, so you’re the one in 306!” You could feel his smirk more than see it. “Looks like you’re having a good ol’ time in there.”

“Excuse me?”

The guy raised scratched the back of his neck, face apologetic. “You might… ya know… just keep the voice down in there?”

The audacity of this guy!

“Rich of you to ask anyone to keep it down!” You hissed. “Why don’t you tell your girlfriend to keep it low?” 

With that, you shut your door in his surprised face. The worst part was, after bumping into him in the morning, your mind was producing distinct images of him in the bed, doing things to a woman. You had tried your best not to let them make a home in your head. But like a stickly tenant, they refused to evacuate. No wonder it was hard to look him in those brilliant, brilliant green eyes. The guy was hot! There was no denying that. You weren’t even willing to accept to yourself just how much time you had put into imagining him naked.

If anything, the denial mixed with your pre-existing irritation and sleep deprivation had you ready tonight. 

So the moment the enamoured voice started begging, you hopped out of your chair. You had every intention of yelling yourself hoarse at the delectable resident next door, but the moment you stepped into the corridor, you came face to face with the very man. 

He was- thankfully, completely clothed- looking a bit harassed, himself.

aahhhh… ahhhh… ahhh… right there...

Your head whipped up to the suspected direction of the voice, and back at him. “Wait, you aren’t… it’s not...?”

His face mirrored your expression of surprise and then he burst out laughing. “Looks like we’ve both been played.”

“Not intentionally,” you said, peering at the adjacent doors, mostly to not look at him. “Where do you think it’s coming from?”

He shot a glance at the door opposite to his. “If it’s not you, my best guess is that guy over there. I mean, if you ask me, Nick over there doesn’t look the type to make a woman that happy… but what do I know?”

“You shouldn’t make assumptions about people,” you said, taking a tentative step towards the said door.

Mr. hot guy smartpants laughed. “Oh, trust me. He’s the douchiest douche you’ll ever meet. Guy like that? Definitely selfish in bed.”

You frowned at him.

“He asks women in the street to smile more,” hot guy explained.

“Uhhgg… yeah you’re right. It’s definitely not him.”

Hot guy pointed his fingers at the rest of the doors. “That one’s rented by three guys. I don’t think it’s them. Mrs. Hendrickson over there works night shifts. I have no clue who lives in there,” he pointed to the last door, directly in front of you.

Goodness you’re amazing...

“Yes, lady, we already know!” He called out.

You couldn’t help the giggle that burst through your lips.

His eyes softened. “Dean Winchester,” he said, offering his hand.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, taking his. He had a firm grip. A very funny sensation gripped your stomach. Like a flutter. Nervousness? 

“It’s great to meet you, Y/N.” He smirked. “I sure wish the circumstances were better.”

You bit your lip. “Listen, I’m sorry for the comment about your girlfriend. I was just mad about, you know... “

“Don’t worry about it. My non-existent girlfriend is very cool. She took no offense.”

You snorted.

“I was dead serious about the house tour,” He winked. “I can promise great coffee.”

“Sure, sometime soon.”

He shot a look at the door with the unknown occupants again. “I hate to leave this here, but I think we should get whatever kind of shuteye we can while they’re quiet over there, huh?”

“Oh, yeah!” You hurried back to your flat. “Night, Dean.”

He gave you his crooked grin again, just a hint of mischief. “Night, Y/N.”

You knew it wasn’t him now, and he was right about making the most of the quiet and fucking off to sleep, and yet, each time you closed your eyes, your mind decided to replay your imaginations for you. With a start, you sat up in your bed, a thought occurring to you like a hit on the head- If you had been thinking about him that way? Had he been imagining you as well?

Blood rushed to your face at the very idea. Though a tiny part of you begged for the answer- would it be such a bad thing if he had?

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