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shadowlorddemon · 5 months

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Remember this? My oc Shade?

Well, I made four more ocs for TADC. Someone plz stop me.

First up is Bella the foley artist(sound) & composer(music) AI! She is the one who created and manages sounds & music.

She was based on bells & unmute/mute symbols. Her head is literally a bell. However, she have a large crack on her head, during to a certain incident in past.

Thanks to the crack, she now has speech issues. She definitely struggles to speak properly.

She is music-themed with many music note symbols all over her costumes. She also have a large bow.

She have no legs; instead she have a ghost-like tail with two small bells at the tip of her tail.

Next is Kion the coin/chip guy! Horrible name, I know.

He is based of the poker chips and roulette wheel. He is literally a bunch of poker coins/chips stacked together. His uniform was supposed to based on the casino uniforms.

He wears a bandanna because… why not?

However, he is… not exactly trustworthy guy during to… multiple reasons.

He does hops in order to move around. When he hops, you can hear a coin clanking sound as if the coins were stacking. (Thanks to Bella for that sound effect, HAH!)

Next is Pippy the counter(counting) AI! Another bad attempt at naming.

He is responsible for organizing stuffs and programming codes. He doesn’t like it when some stuffs are out of order or something went wrong and cause a mess for him to cleaning up.

His dice head’s pip number are constantly changing.

And yeah, he is based of dices and…. Mr. King Dice from Cuphead. (You read that right, I based him off that smug bastard.)

Although, Pippy’s personality is very different from King Dice but he does have his moments.

He have a huge crush on Bella. And Bella likes him back as well.

And lastly, we have Socoky the sock monkey! I’m really bad at naming.

He is based of these sock monkeys. (They are weird to me but apparently they’re somewhat popular?)

He is similar to Ragatha, in terms of the body proportion. He also have a sewn-in heart like Ragatha. (Saw some fanarts of Ragatha with a sewn-in heart on chest and I love it so much.)

He do wears various of shirts but his favorite shirt is the shirt with wave pattern.

He acts like a grumpy old man who refuses to admit that he can be soft sometimes. No pun intended.

Now with few doodles of our ocs!

Caine and Pippy are the same size but Bella is… very large in comparison to Caine and Pippy.

Why is she so big? That’s because of these all sound effects files and music files. She creates so many sounds and musics that is personalized to each players, that her body is enlarged so she can handle many files at once without having any issues.

Pippy being a simp for a large pretty woman. And Bella likes to tease the small nervous man. (And geez, ain’t that scenario of a large/tall flirty person with a small/short nervous person feels so familiar?)

Socoky (Let’s just call him Sock.) tolerated three people; Ragatha, Pomni and Zooble.

Since Ragatha and Sock have a similar body proportion, Ragatha often helps him out with stitching his torn limbs back. Pomni sometimes helps out as well.

Sock seems like he doesn’t care about Pomni but he actually cares a lot about Pomni. He treats her like she’s his own niece. He doesn’t show that he cares about her but know this: if you harms Pomni in any ways, he (and Ragatha) will kill you.

Sock and Zooble are similar in their indifference towards many things and their grumpy personalities. They have some conversations about few things in their own interests. It’s rare to see Zooble actually socializing with someone, even if it was with Sock.

For unknown reasons, Koin have a quite hatred towards clowns, jesters, carnivals, and circus-related stuffs.

So, naturally he absolutely loathes Pomni because of her jester appearance. (He also loathes Caine because of his ringleader position and his connection to the whole circus place)

Others simply thought that he disliked them because they makes him feels very uncomfortable.

However Pomni, Jax and Sock have different ideas.

Pomni clearly noticed Koin’s intensely aggressive stares at her. He always looked extremely angry towards her.

One time when she partnered up with him, he absolutely refused to cooperate with her and spent lots of time in aggressively staring at her. On few occasions, he would hold his hands up as if he was trying to strangle her.

His aggressive stares and actions made Pomni feel extremely uncomfortable and scared. She’s worried that one day he would actually attack at her.

So she tried to keep her distance from him.

Jax immediately noticed about his strong dislike towards clowns and circus-related stuffs.

So naturally he would try to take advantage of that and pranks him with a clown doll.

Only for Koin to tearing the doll apart with his own hands.

Completely perplexed by Koin’s response, he starts to carefully watching Koin and his behavior.

One day, Jax was minding his business when Pomni suddenly run up to him and hide behind him. This behavior confused Jax until he saw Koin aggressively following closely.

He quickly stopped when Pomni hides behind Jax.

He can only glare heatedly at Pomni before walking away from them.

This aggressive behavior towards Pomni confuses Jax. This is clearly a proof that he is not scared of clowns and circus-related stuffs. This is clearly a sign of something terrible.

This… concerns Jax to some degree. For on now, he won’t interact with Koin much. But he would probably observe closely to Pomni and Koin, just in case…

Sock arrived before Koin did. By then, he had already accepted this odd circus place and the mismatched crew. He already adopted Pomni as his niece.

So, when Sock was acting like he doesn’t care about him, he is actually carefully watching at Koin for any concerning signs.

Naturally, he immediately noticed that he have a strong dislike towards clowns and circus-related stuffs. His first thought was to make sure that he didn’t do anything bad to Pomni.

He doesn’t know about Koin’s intentions but he knows that if Koin harms Pomni, he’ll kill him.

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briefalpacashark · 1 year

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#You patch them up#

Part 2

Name: Toni

Age: 21

warning: Mention of harm. Bit of blood.

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After the fight your squad had eased up on the hazing, don't get it wrong, they still make your life miserable, but it was with less malice now. It all started the next day when you went to go eat. You filled up your plate and sat in your usual corner all alone and looking rather pathetic. That was until Lyle sat down in front of you, you propped an eyebrow as he made himself comfortable with the rest of the squad following shortly after.

You were slightly put off by their sudden appearance, more of the fact that they had yet to insult you.

“Did you see his face though, fucken priceless,” Z-dog commented, making everyone chuckle.

“That was some pretty fine fighting private, where did you learn that?” Miles asked from the end of the table. Everyone went silent, all turning to you with expectant looks. Wait, were they actually engaging in meaningful conversation with you?

“Uh just around,” You shrugged.

“Just around she says,” Lyle chuckled

“You rocked his shit,” Sean commented.

“You were surgical with those attacks, man,” Brown added. They were praising you?

“What was that Karate?” Sean asked, throwing some questionable karate moves around.

“Nah, that was street fighting,” Mile's comment had them all nodding. You turned to him slowly seeing him only smirking.

“How would you know?” you asked. The team let out oooo’s. You had not meant for it to come across as a challenge.

“We know our own kind,” he shrugged. “Survivors,” he added with a nod of what looked like respect.

“Gotta admit though. Made us think twice about teasing you,” Lyle shrugged.

“You call what you've been doing to me teasing?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Uh yeah. Should have seen what we did to Brown,” Lyle nodded, gesturing to Brown who threw his fork down his face turning into desperation.

“Oh god please no, don't make me relive that shit,” he begged.

“Stripped him naked, covered him in honey and locked him on the roof. He was up there for a day before someone found him,” Walker explained, earning a slight smile from you.

“Or Warren. Let's just say he dose eat fish anymore,” Sean commented.

“Fucken bastards,” Warren murmured with a smirk.

“Well just don't call me a whore anymore ok. Then we won't have a problem,” You pipped in.

“Gotta admit, that might have been to far,” Lyle admitted, holding his hands up in defense with an apologetic nod.

“So does this mean that you'll finally let me do my job?” You asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah, there's a toilet brush waiting for you when you get back to the room,” Mile said with a smirk.

“Right,” You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. Yet as you sat there you found yourself piping in at small sections of the conversation, only this time your weren't told to shut up. This continued, them being slightly approachable. With it they found you coming out of your shell, they found you funny, kind and patient. You had quickly formed a bond with Sean and Brown, the two biggest idiots on the squad. They hung around you like flies, when asked why they would shrug and say they found you interesting. You werent gonna lie, it was fun to be around them. They made you laugh but still teased you on all the shitty jobs you had to do. One day the whole base was doing a drill. An attack drill, where the whole base locked up and when dark. It was basically just to see if all the fancy security measures were up to standards, and it would take about a whole day to get it done. So that meant a whole day stuck in a room with your squad. It was going pretty well, you were chilling playing cards with Sean and Brown.

“Nah man thats fucked, your cheating,” Brown said throwing his cards down.

“Of course she's cheating, look,” Sean said, gesturing to the pile of peanuts you all had been using as betting chips. Most of which sat in your corner.

“What can I say? I'm just that good,” You chuckled, pulling over the last remaining peanuts chucking one in your mouth.

“Enjoy that, I licked em all,” Brown said spitefully.

“Taste so good,” you said knowing very well he didn't. Your chuckle was interrupted by an exclamation of pain.

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=Z-dog=

“SHIT!” You were on your feet as you rushed forward with the boys in toe. When you walked into the kitchen your eyes widened at what you saw. Z-dog stood there, her hand grasping her forearm that had a combat knife sticking out of it. By the looks of it, she and lyle were playing catch with the most dangerous thing in the room.

“What the fuck?” Mile questioned walking in.

“No don't pull it o-!” you exclaimed but it was too late. She yanked the knife free, blood starting to pour out like a fire hose.

“Shit,” She whispered, trying to hold her hand over it but the blood seeped through.

“Brown get my kit,” You absentmindedly slapped Brown's chest as you rushed forward grabbing her arm placing a tea towel around it.

“Sorry Boss, we were just fucking around,” Lyle apologized.

“Brown!” You yelled briefly pulling the towel away to get a look at the cut.

“Fuck,” You whispered in worry.

“It's not that bad is it?” she asked with a small chuckle.

“Can we get to the med bay?” You asked looking back at Quaritch.

“No, the whole base has designated medics for every area for anything that goes wrong. You're ours,” he said simply.

“Come on, don't crack under pressure,” Walker's small comment had you glaring at her.

“I don't crack under pressure. The matter of fact is that knife just sliced through an artery,” You said as Brown placed your kit down next to you. Pulling the tourniquet out you worked in quick succession to tie it above her arm and twist it.

“I'm guessing by my lightheadedness that a sliced artery is bad?” Z-dog asked.

“It's gonna be fine. I've got you,” You offered a calming smile.

“But this is gonna hurt like a bitch. Boys hold her steady,” You said, reaching for a bottle of alcohol and douching your hands with it. The boys hesitantly took ahold of her.

“Hold tight,” You said. As you clamps moved into her open wont her hand flinched out of the way. Without thinking much you tucked her hand between your thighs and held it tightly. You hid the blush as you pulled out some clamps and got to work. While you had cut off circulation it was still a race against time. Lucky for you the artery had only been slices, not cleaved in half. It was a painful endeavor, whenever you moved around the deep wound her grip on your thigh would tighten. Yet you kept her still.

So engrossed with your work you didn't notice your patient was admiring you, she looked over your worried features, your curly hair that sat tucked behind your ears. The slight dust of freckles over you nose. She could feel your breath dusting over her arm as you worked. And she certainly didn't mind the view she was getting, straight down into your top. While only noticing it she quickly avoided her gaze from it. And she certainly didn't mind the placement of her hand. She loved the way your thighs engulfed her hand, the squishiness and the warmth feeling nice. She had to admit you were hot, not exactly her time but damn. She thought you were gorgeous. Finishing off the last stitch you put your tools down and took a deep breath slowly losing the tourniquet. There was a few minutes of silence as you waited your fingers on her veins to track her heart beat.

“How are you feeling?” You asked standing moving closer to look into her eyes.

“Light headed, and pissed,” she said glaring at Lyle.

“Lightheadedness is to be expected. Now can you squeeze my hand?” you asked, placing your much smaller one in hers. You noticed how her hand seemed so much more ruffer than yours. Feeling the pressure around your hand you nodded.

“Any numbness? Tingling sensation?” you asked examining your work.

“A Little numbness, but I think that's because your thighs nearly suffocated my hand,” she said with a small smirk.

“Sorry, had to keep you stationary,” you apologize swiftly, missing her flirtatious smile.

“Right, that should hold for a few hours. As soon as the drills over you go to the med bay and get a doctor to look over that,” You ordered softly as you began bandaging up.

“What, don't have confidence in your own ability?” she asked.

“I'm used to keeping someone alive long enough so they can get proper medical treatment. Im just the pit stop,” You said, tying it off and stepping back.

“Right,” you nodded, walking away like nothing had even happened.

When the drill was over you quietly followed after Z-dog as she made her way to the med bay. You watched silently from a window as she got scanned, seeing as the doctor simply changed her bandaged you assumed she was alright. Letting out a shaky breath you turned to leave when a nurse stopped you.

“Are you alright?” she asked, looking over your sleeves in concern. You only then noticed that they were still covered in blood.

“Uh yeah, it's just blood. I mean not my blood. Someone else's,” you quickly rushed out the words offering a smile. A smile to which she propped her eyebrow at.

“Someone that I stitched up. She's fine she’s in there, she,” you jabbed your finger into the room only to see her nowhere in sight.

“Princess?” You spun around to come face to face with Z-dog.

“Oh hey hey heyyyyy,” your words trailed off as you tried to act casual.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I, uh I just came to uh make sure everything was in order,” you said.

“Worried about me princess?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

“Of course I am,” Your response came quickly and without any hesitation which made Z-dog blink in slight shock.

“I'm your medic. It’s my job to be worried,” You continued. A few moments of silence followed before you cleared your throat.

“And as I can see everything in order so I'll just leave,” you said, turning and moving quickly only to slam your knee into a table. Cursing out in pain you doubled over slightly before straightening up and continuing your walk you faced flushing red. Z-dog watched you leave having to bite her lip as she got a perfect view of your rear.

“Damn,” she whispered before following after you.

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=Lyle=

“SHIT!” You were on your feet as you rushed forward with the boys in toe. When you walked into the kitchen your eyes widened at what you saw. Lyle stood there his hand grasping his forearm that had a combat knife sticking out of it. By the looks of it, he and Z-dog were playing catch with the most dangerous object in the room.

“What the fuck?” Mile questioned walking in. You were the first to notice Lyle toppling over, so you were the first to leap forward to catch him. Lyle was a big man, and while you were strong you were not that strong. You both tumbled to the ground, you cradling his head close to your chest.

“Shit,” the other exclaimed as they rushed forward. Lyle blinked through groggy eyes up to you, his breath starting to become erratic.

“Calm down, it's alright it's alright, I got you,” You said, not long after his eyes rolled back in his head and he went unconscious.

"Get him on the table. Brown get my kit," you threw orders around as you pressed your hands to the wound.

“Can we get to the med bay?” You asked looking back at Quaritch.

“No, the whole base has designated medics for anything that goes wrong. You're ours,” he said simply.

“Come on, don't crack under pressure,” Walkers small comment had you glaring at her.

"So what now?" Sean asked in slight worry.

"We risk losing his arm if we leave it in the tourniquet," you said looking over the knife.

"So stitch him up," Mile shrugged.

"Oh yeah i'll just perform a life saving surgery with a doctor's equivalent of a starter kit," you said sarcastically. Miles propped an eyebrow waiting to hear the problem in your statement.

"Can you do it?" he asked.

"I mean I think so. But there are so many things that can go wrong," you trailed off as you began to list things.

"Toni," Miles snapped you out of it.

"If he loses his arm, he’ll. Be sent back. And we all know him. He wouldn't want that," Sean spoke up. You looked between them all. Their sincere gazes. With a deep sigh you grabbed a bottle of alcohol douching your hands in it.

"If he dies I'm blaming you," you said pointing to Miles.

"Alright. Hold him down just in case he wakes up," you whispered. You worked quickly and precisely. When everything was said and done you waited until the tourniquet and waited testing his pulse. He seemed alright.

"Lyle," you whispered gently, shaking his shoulder.

"Lyle," you whispered a bit more firmly. You shook him a few more times.

"Yo bitch," Z-dog yelled, her hand snapping out to deliver a swift slap to his face. Lyle snapped up with a big gasp, a mix of shock and confusion splashed over his face.

"Hey, hey it's ok you're alright," you grabbed him by the shoulders, his own hand instinctively reaching up and grabbing yours.

"What the fcuk happened?" he asked.

"You got hurt. But you're ok now. Just breathe ok. Come on just breathe," you calmed him down.

"Why do I feel so light headed?" he asked.

"You lost a bit of blood but you're alright. I promise you're ok," you reassured him gently, helping him to lay down.

"There was a knife," he whispered.

"I know. And now the knifes gone. It's all taken care of. Now. Squeeze my hand," you said, slipping your much smaller one into his. Lyle glanced down at your hand and back up at you. He had to admit it, you were cute. When he looked at you he couldn't help but see one of those cute little corgi’s. So cute and small, but he could see a hidden temper in you.

"Lyle?" you questioned. He took in the worried look on your face, a smug grin stretching across his face.

"Worried about me sweetheart?" he asked cheekily, squeezing your hand. You rolled your eyes with a huff.

"He's fine," you announced, unrolling a bandage and wrapping it around his arm.

"What happened?" Lyle asked.

"You passed out like a bitch that's what happened," Brown chuckled along with the rest.

"You try getting a sliced artery and staying conscious for more than thirty seconds. Then we'll talk," you spoke up.

"What's an artery?" Lyle asked to sit up again but you placed your palm on his forehead pushing him back down.

"Some very important things that should not be cut. After this you go straight to the medical bay ok. But for now just take it easy and tell me if your lightheadedness gets any worse," you said genty.

“Whatever you say boss,” he said cheekily. You tried to hide your smirk as you looked over him.

When he got checked up at the medbay he returned expecting everyone to be fast asleep. To his surprise he found you propped up at the main table with a small light. You were fast asleep, your head tucked under your chin and your arms crossed over your chest. The sound of the door closing stirred you awake.

“Oh, y-your back. How uh how did it go? Is everything alright?” You asked, rushing to your feet rubbing your tired eyes.

“What, you waited for me?” he asked, walking into the room.

“Worried?” he asked tauntingly.

“Of course I'm worried,” Your response came fast and with complete seriousness which had Lyle smirk dropping slightly.

“What did the doctors say?” you asked moving closer to get a good look at his arm.

“They say you did a mighty fine job, they just changed the bandage and sent me on my way,” he said, holding his arm up so you could see better. A breath of relief left your lips as you nodded.

“That's good, that's good. Well then, I'm gonna head to bed then, have a big day tomorrow,” You said, offering him a small smile before walking to your bed.

Lyles' head tilted to the side slightly as he watched you walk away. His teeth captured his button lip as he watched the sway of your hips. He had to admit, he was smitten for the medic.

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=Mansk=

You rushed into the kitchen, the boys hot on your tail and all of you were shocked at what you saw. Mansk, who looked like was busy eating a sandwich, sat at the table. Lyle and Zdog stood at opposite sides of the table with looks of pure shock on their faces. Shock at the fact that Mansk arm had a combat knife sticking out of it blood already pouring from the cut.

“Ah shit,” Lyle whispered. You were quick to jump into action grabbing a tea towel and pressing it around the knife.

“What the hell happened?” Miles asked. Lyle and Z-dog were quick to apologize. Apparently they were playing catch with the most dangerous object in the room.

“Brown get my kit,” You ordered, pressing tightly on the wound. Your eyes glanced up to Mansk and his calm expression wondering if he was in shock.

“Well, that doesn't look good,” he muttered.

“Yeah, not the best thing,” you said as b-Brown placed your kit beside you. You quickly moved to tie a tourniquet to his arm, the white tea towel quickly becoming covered in crimson blood.

“Can we get to the med bay?” You asked looking back at Quaritch.

“No, the whole base has designated medics for anything that goes wrong. You're ours,” he said.

“Come on, don't crack under pressure,” Walker’s small comment had you glaring at her.

“I don't crack under pressure. The matter of fact is that knife just sliced through an artery,” You said.

"So what now?" Sean asked in slight worry.

“There's really no way to get to the med bay?” you asked Quaritch. He shook his head. You turned to Mansk and took a deep breath.

“If we leave the tourniquet on too long you'll lose your arm. If I can stitch up the artery we can save your arm, but it's dangerous. I don't have all the proper tools,” you were calm, but inside you emotions were on the hay wire.

“Can you do it?” he asked. You were shocked at his simple question,a question that sounded like he already knew the answer.

“Yes, but it's not without its risks,” you nodded.

“Well I'll be useless without my arm. So have at it,” he said.

“This is gonna hurt,” You whispered nodding to the boys who quickly moved to hold his steady.

“It already hurts,” he said simply.

“It's gonna hurt a whole lot more,” You said softly.

You quickly got to work, pulling the knife free with nothing so much as a grunt from your patient. He made no sound, or complaint as you stitched him up. While your eyes were focused on the wound his eyes were focused on you. Your face, the way your hair fell loosely down your shoulders. Everynow and then you would look up with concern wondering if you were being too ruff and each time you meet his calm gaze which resured you that you were doing fine. He had to admit, he fancied you. There was something about your sweet smile that pulled him in. Tieing up the final stitch you pulled back gently unwinding the tourniquet. When no blood sputtered forth you let out a small breath of relief.

“Squeeze my hand,” you whispered, placing yours in his. He gently squeezed it, his thumb brushing over the back of your palm ever so slightly. You looked up catching his gaze once again, that steady calm gaze that put you at ease.

“Are you feeling dizzy? Lightheaded?” you asked.

“A bit light headed,” he answered.

“That's to be expected. You lost a bit of blood, if it gets worse you need to tell me. Until we can get you to the medbay you need to take it easy alright,” You said gently.

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded. Ma’am. You've never been called that before. You weren't sure how you felt about it, but you were sure you didn't hate it.

“Alright then,” you said, pulling your hand back.

When everything was said and done Mansk went to the infirmary to get himself checked out. Getting the all clear from the doctors he went to return. Seeing as he forgot his sunglasses he went back to the room only to find you already there asking the doctor about his condition. Deciding to leave his glasses he walked away with a slight smile.

Bonus:

That night the Recoms were surprised when you sat them down and started scolding them. What surprised them more was the fact that they were slightly scared of you. Granted you didnt make any threats but your kind warning had an undertone of fuck about and find out.

Miles who walked by the rec room paused upon seeing the scene. A bunch of high-grade military personnel being scolded like toddlers but a little five foot medic. What he found even more hilarious was the fact that they were taking the scolding without a word of protest.

#recom #avatar recoms #avatarwayofwater #avatar way of water #avatar oc #Avatarlyle #recom lyle wainfleet #recom zdog #recom mansk

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retrograderesemblance · 5 months

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@pagetreader

"Did you die too?"

The pip of the youthful voice was enough to stir Melisandre from sleep, her eyes squinted as she turned her head, gazing at the boy of ten across the small space of their refuge. The blizzard still raged deafeningly outside, the howls of wind echoing faintly against the abandoned castle walls.

"Unfortunately not." She groaned, pushing herself upright to sit. Her eyes flickered briefly to the direwolf, still perched in the furthest corner of the room, the beast's red eyes burning into hers; she was no more trusting of him as he was of her, the creature sharing with her visions of blood and teeth as warning no matter how often she'd tried to reassure the creature she meant his keeper no harm.

She wondered if it was possible for there to be falsity in her scries of late; it wasn't fair, Stannis' only ally cut down like a sacrificial lamb, not when the lore of old was rebirthed each passing day. Men were fools though - she was a fool - she'd learned that long ago, but the longer this war waged, the smaller the world became; there were less places to run, to hide.

Devan Seaworth rose from his place sat beside the meager fire, the stolen furs swallowing him as he trudged to stand beside the direwolf.

"Careful," she warned, "you're bound to lose a hand." but the boy ignored her just as she knew he would, the boy standing on tiptoes to reach high and scratch the creature behind the ear.

Glancing down at where the former Lord Commander lay covered in furs nearby, Melisandre thought bitterly that it hadn't worked. The man's chest rose and fell with breath, but the slash across his throat had scarred.

A wintersprite buzzed near her ear and she reached up absentmindedly, brushing the creature aside.

Something had happened, as soon as the magic was whispered from her lips, her alertness drained in an instant as she fainted; the nausea still coiled in her gut even now, the weakness of giving her years so the bastard son's wounds might be healed. Still, the man didn't moving. Perhaps her unchosen ward was correct; perhaps the man was dead after all.

#giver of years #pagetreader #blood tw #// you can ignore this obviously xDDD #but here's a rando starter for you while the idea is still fresh in my mind

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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Night of the Living Red: I See Red Pt. 3

CW: Smut like I promised, lol.

I’m too lazy to focus on the magic spell part of the story, so just assume the boys work like vampire diaries vampires now, and they’re free from Max’s site bond.

Your POV:

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. I snuggled up to Marko on the couch as I barely listened to the stories the other boys were telling. They didn’t really feel like leaving the cave again. I noticed Paul shifting in his seat, looking uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong puppy?” I asked him.

His skin flushed at the pet name.

“It’s nothing.”

I frowned, uncrossing my hands from around Marko’s shoulders, and crawling across the couch over to Paul. He gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly. It was a delicious sight. He tried to look away, but I held my fingers under his chin and turned him to face me. He licked his lips, his breathing getting heavier.

“It’s clearly not nothing, I can smell it on you. What is it?”

“Really, it’s no big deal.”

“Paul-“ I warned.

“Ok ok, I tell you.”

“Good boy.”

“I’m the only one who didn’t get to feed before you changed our plans for the night. I’m hungry.” He whined.

I chuckled lowly, the sound purring in the back of my throat.

“We’ll why didn’t you just say so baby? I think a little demon blood is just what the doctor ordered.”

“We- we can drink from you?” He blinked.

“Our blood is highly sought over by many groups.” I explained, “hear we taste better after we’ve fed ourselves though.”

He locked his lips once again. Poor boy must have been starving.

“How do we know this isn’t a trick?” David finally spoke up.

“Do I have any reason to lie?”

“You lied to get up here and hold us hostage.” Dwayne said flatly.

It was clear he was still upset about my little display of dominance earlier.

“No, I said I wanted you go with you. Not my fault you assumed my intentions.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And why would you do that for him?”

Gosh, still so paranoid these too.

“I told you I liked you. Trust me you’d all be dead right now if I didn’t. I could have had my fun and left you here to rot. But I didn’t. Why? Because you guys seem fun, and anything I can do to piss off my ancestors is a plus in my book.”

“Your family seems complicated.” Marko chimed in.

“You don’t know the half of it lover boy. Diplomatic families are seriously energy vampires. That’s why most of us don’t live past our 20s. When you have everything, nothing really feels like it’s worth anything. Sounds privileged, I know, but I’d rather live on the streets then ever go back there.”

“You could stay here.”

All heads in the room snapped to him in an instant.

“Now don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m serious, I don’t see why she couldn’t.”

“Maybe the fact that she’s a vampire hunter.” David pointed out.

“Yeah, one that’s going to give us the ability to walk in the sun again. She could probably even free us from Max if we ask nicely.”

“And who is this Max?” I asked intrigued.

“The bastard that turned us. Fucker said we’d be a family, but all he does is boss us around. And leave us to fend for ourselves. You know I had to teach them all how to vampires?” David ranted.

I frowned. What kind of Maker doesn’t stick with their fledgling.

“And he’s not very nice.” Paul pipped it.

“Is that so?”

“He’s always yelling at us for something.”

I ran a hand through Paul’s hair, swiping it out of his face. A small smile crept onto my own.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, just thinking about how nice his head would look as a foot stool.” I said.

He laughed, it was a sweet and additive noise. I desperately wanted to hear it again. God, these vampires were doing something to me. I could barely even hear the voice in the back of my head telling me to kill them. Normally humans had to try to get me in the mood. Half of the people here didn’t even like me, yet their annoyance with me was making me wet. What were they doing to me?

“You’d really do that?” David asked.

“You kill my priest, I’ll kill your daddy. You won’t even be confined to this shit brick little town anymore. We could go anywhere you want!” I offered.

Some travel companions would be nice. Vampire souls were much more filling than human souls. Just the energy radiating off of Paul right now was enough to keep me full for the night. But I wanted more, so much more. I looked back down at him, shifting a little so we were sat at the same height. I just starred at him for a bit, and he started laughing again.

“What?” He asked once more.

I placed a hand on his cheek.

“Can I-“ he didn’t even let me finish my sentence before his lips smashed into mine.

The kiss was hungry and desperate. Any other person would be able to ignore the other boys, but I could smell their arousal from here. They were turned on by me kissing Paul, so why not give them a show. I deepened the kiss, biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood. But he didn’t even flinch, not stopping the flow for a second. When I finally pulled away for air, I licked the small dribble of blood off his chin.

“You’re sweet.” I smiled at him.

I could tell I was torturing the poor boy. He was hungry and I’d just selfishly taken from him. But the blush on his cheeks was so damn cute. I gave him one more peck on the lips before crawling onto his lap. I leaned in so my back was against his chest, and moved my hair to one side of my neck.

“We’ll go on, it’s only fair.” I said.

He didn’t bother hesitating, I could already see his face shifting. Damn he was hot. I drew in a small breath as his fangs pierced the skin of my clavicle. God did it feel good, I leaned my head back, giving him more space to play around with. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I heard David chuckling from a crossed the cave. My spinning head probably making him sound further away than he actually was.

“Is this turning you on little succubus?” I could hear the smug tone in his voice, and it was not helping.

I pried my eyes open and looked at him the best I could.

“I’ve only heard stories of vampire souls, never been this close to one before.” I said.

A guttural growl sounded from Paul’s throat and I nearly lost it at that.

I snapped my legs shut and threw my head back again.

“Christ, baby you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” I purred out.

“He’s hardly even touching you” Marko laughed.

“I don’t see your hands doing anything-“ I snapped.

In less than a second Marko was in front of me kneeling on the floor. He ran his hands up my leg and his skin was so cold it sent goosebumps through my skin. I could feel David’s eyes trained on me from across the room. But he made no attempt to move, just watching with intent while sipping his beer. Dwayne was trying desperately to hide his arousal but he couldn’t hide from me. I chuckled to myself as he turned the other way in his chair, his back toward us.

Marko’s hands stopped when they reached the hem of my dress. I grit my teeth, frustrated that he wasn’t moving fast enough.

“Marko, I swear to Lucifer if you don’t rip this dress off me right now I’m going to stake you in your sleep.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, the sound of tearing fabric echoed off the cave walls. Oops, sorry mom. I was glad I wore my good lingerie set today, the red lace moulded to my every curve. I heard David clear his throat as he clearly choked on his beer. A shit eating grin crept onto my face. This was probably the closet to heaven a demon like me could ever get.

Marko’s hands tightest on my thighs as he pushed my legs apart. I was helpless to even try to tease him right now. This all felt so backwards, me submitting to someone. Normally my prey loved to beg before me, letting me do anything I wanted to get them off. But right now, these two vampires had me putty in their hands. And I wasn’t going to complain. It felt nice to not have to work for it. I felt his teeth nip at the inside of my thigh, and I let out a shocked gasp. My hands instinctively went to Paul’s hair, trying to gain some stability. He growled into my neck. He likes having his hair pulled, good to know.

I felt the slight sting as Marko bit down into the flesh of my plush thighs. His right hand stayed dug into the flesh of my hip, as his left hand reached up to rub circles on my clit. His hands felt amazing and I could hardly get out a sentence right now even if I tried. And somehow knowing David was watching shamelessly, and Dwayne cowering was just making everything so much better.

Normally I had to do a lot to get even a fraction of this wet. I hardly even orgasmed anymore when I fed from my clients. No matter how hard they tried, or how desperate they were to please me, I always had to take it. But as long as they orgasmed, I could get my fill. Sex had never really been about my pleasure before. I almost wined when Marko’s teeth left my skin.

“God Kitten you’re so wet.” He slurred out.

I couldn’t help the blush that spread through my checks.

“A succubus only needs the other person to orgasm to feed. And god those humans are boring.” I whined.

“You’re telling me nobodies ever made you cum?” David chimed in.

Now Paul’s teeth were out of my neck as well. He brushed some hair behind my ear as he readjusted his grip on me, keeping me steady.

“Not even in the room long enough to get wet usully. Human men are feeble creatures, all you have to do is touch them a little and then they’re done. They don’t know the difference between real or fake moans. One time this college boy had summoned me, and it was his first time. Barely had him in my mouth for a minuets before he was screaming. Poor boy was so embarrassed, I didn’t even want to try more, afraid I might break him.” I confessed.

David let out a light laugh.

“God, you’re more of a saint than me. I’d be pissed with the amount of pent up frustration you must have.”

“What do you think the killings for?” I quipped.

Marko’s hand was still on me, and don’t get me wrong it felt amazing. But I could at least think right now, long enough to have a congestion. But if I’m honest, I just wanted David to shut up and kiss me. And it seems my intentions were heard loud and clear. David set down his beer and moved over to the couch. Paul scooched us over so he could sit.

“Nice bra.” He complimented.

“What can I say, reds my favourite colour.”

“You’d look pretty bathing in it” he said.

He moved my hair out of the way and began leaving hot kisses on my neck. I could feel his little smirk after each one.

“Paul, baby, you full already?” I asked.

God I sounded like a concerned mother right now. Not the vibe I was going for.

“I’d much rather be eating something else.” He purred.

I shifted my weight so I was leaning most of it on David. Marko simple followed along, and Paul’s lips were back on me. He pulled away much to quick for my liking. But between Marko licking the wound on my thigh, and David trailing his hands down my spine, did I really have room to complain? I could taste a bit of blood in my mouth.

“You see, that’s what you taste like baby.” Paul complimented. “Most delicious thing I’ve ever sank my fangs in”

Why was I blushing so damn hard? I never blushed. I’d heard almost every line in the book from all the people I fed on. But something about the way Paul spoke just made my stomach Erupt in butterflies. I felt David’s hands reach the edge of bra, and a soft click was heard as he undid it. I let him take it off and throw it somewhere in the cave. Paul’s eyes had gone wide and he was practically drooling.

“Wanna know what I think?” I asked.

Paul nodded, his yes never leaving my chest.

“Your head would look much prettier between my tits.” I smirked.

The way his eyes lit up was practically adorable. I head David chuckle from behind me, the sound breathy in my ear. Paul latched his mouth onto my right breast and swirled his tongue skilfully around my nipple. I leaned my head back into David, you played with my left nipple with his hand. My body felt like it was on fire.

“Keep your eyes trained on me sweetheart, we’re going to make you feel so good.”

I heard Dwayne get up and footsteps disappear. I tried to move, thinking maybe we should stop. I felt bad. But David just pushed me back down.

“Don’t worry about him, just focus on us kitten.” He said.

And I could I say no to that? I pushed Dwayne from my mind for now, sad that the forth wouldn’t be joining us. They were cruel with it, bringing me to the edge several times and pulling away just to hear my winds. Every time I would squeeze my eyes shut, David would make me open them again, calling me a bad girl for not following the rules. Right, keep my eyes on him, I could do that. It shouldn’t be that hard.

Was this was all my clients felt like? No wonder I had regulars who kept coming back for more. I wished I could feel this blissed out all the time. It’s as almost painful. But the good kind of pain, the pain that reminded you you were alive. Despite my fathers best efforts, I was still here. And right now I’d say I was winning at life. Two have three hot vampires with their attention solely on me. It was like a dream.

“You haven’t had a taste yet” I pointed out.

I knew my blood would work as an aphrodisiac to them, I just casually left that part put. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, besides they wanted to jump my bones the second they laid eyes on me.

“You want me to bite you, don’t you you little slut?” David asked.

I wanted to be cheeky and snap back, but instead a small “please” passed my lips.

What in the name of Lucifer was going on right now? I never beg for anything, let alone sex! What kind of succubus would I be if the others found out I was out here being a little bitch? But then again, none of them ever even dared to try a vampire.

“Ooo, I like it when you beg kitten. Say that again.”

“Please David! Please bite me!”

“How could I say no when you beg like that?”

Paul had taken over David’s work on my nipples so the boy could readjust. He licked a stripe up my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his fangs gently scraping my skin and it was driving me crazy. No, I wouldn’t allow him to tease me. I grabbed his head and pushed it down, causing him to bite me. I could feel him chuckle into the bite.

“Somebodies desperate.” Marko teased.

I didn’t even noticed he had slipped two fingers into me, too distracted by David. The way he looked under me, smiling at me lazily as he played with my pussy, it was indescribable.

“Hell you’re pretty” I breathed out.

He stopped his movements for a second thrown off by my comment. But he quickly regained focus.

“You think I’m pretty huh?” He teased.

“Since the second I laid eyes on you. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I’m so glad I entered that alley.” I said.

My words seemed to get him to pick up the pace. Praise kink, noted. Now I just had to figure out what David’s tik was.

“I wanted to fuck you so bad baby you don’t even know the things I was going to do to you.” I kept going.

My sentences came out shaky and breathless.

“You looked so pretty covered in that man’s blood. It’s the only thing I could think about all day.” I confessed.

Paul’s hands began roaming my body feverishly. It seemed he wasn’t happy all my attraction was on Marko. Neither was David, who bit harder into my shoulder, making me let you a gasp, as my back arched slightly.

“Oh fuck!” I called out.

Paul chuckled, pulling away to switch to my other breast. He bit down on the skin around my nipple, and I should have been angry but he looked so beautiful doing it. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open, he moved to straddle my thigh and was grinding down against it, desperate for any type of friction.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, just like that, you’re making mommy feel so good.” I praised.

David completely drew back at that, and my eyes moved to meet his. His eyes met mine in a glare. I smirked.

“Awww, is daddy mad I’m not giving him any attention?” I cooed.

I could feel his erection pressing up against my ass. Bingo, I’d hit the Jack pot.

“Im sorry Daddy, I promise I’ll be good. You can use me however you want. Show them how it’s done.”

The growl that came from his throat was mouthwatering. I felt high out of my mind. It was like they were made for me, and I for them. Marko seemed to take that as a challenged as he changed the angle of his fingers and I swore I was seeing stars.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” I cried out.

“You can’t even think right now can you baby?” David said.

And he was right, I could barely comprehend anything that was happening right now. I watched as he reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette, and brought to his lips. He took a long drag of it, and with cigarette still in hand, he wrapped his finger around my neck and craned my head backwards. He pulled me in fro a hungry kiss, blowing the smoke into my mouth. The slight tingle of the nicotine making my mouth feel hot. I strangled out a moan, and David squeezed his hand tightly around my throat.

I knew I would last long now, so I stopped trying to fight the orgasm they’d been building for almost an hour now. My breathing was shallow and rugged.

“It’s ok, cum for us baby” David gave me permission.

There was no time to think about it. Almost as if his words commanded it. I could feel the hot coil burning in my stomach was about to snap.

“Come on baby, I know you got it in you. Can you cum for daddy and his brothers. Show us how pretty you sound.” He encouraged.

Half his words didn’t even reach my ear drums a is threw my head back, arching my back, grinding my hips down on Marko’s fingers. I couldn’t even decide who’s name to moan, so I threw it to the wind and just let out a guttural cry. Every once of my body was on fire and my heart was pounding. Holy shit, if that’s what a real orgasm felt like, I never wanted to feel anything else again. I’d let them fuck me for hours just to get a taste of it. I couldn’t even tell who’s hands were hear as I tried to come down from my high.

“That’s it baby, you did so good for us. Such an obedient little girl.” David cooed.

I could still smell his cigarette.

“Can you look at me?” He asked.

His voice was more gentle then I expected.

“There you are.” He smiled at me.

I still couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked.

I simply nodded my head.

“Aww, I think we broke her David. She can’t even speak.” Paul said.

Normally I’d smack him for that comment, but right now I was thanking Lucifer for this boy. There was still blood on his lips. I pulled him in for a kiss, and heard David chuckle. I laid back against David’s chest, still trying to speak. Paul lifted my legs to lay against his lap, and Marko adjusted himself to lean his back against the couch. I watched as he brought his soaked finger up to his mouth and kicked them clean. I swore the sight alone was already making me wet again. Damn it!

David’s eyes followed my line of sight and he smirked.

“It’s a shame only he got to taste you.” He said.

“You can taste me anytime you want” I said dreamily.

As a succubus, orgasm were so much different than they were as a human. Everything was 100 times more intense. For all intensive purposes, I felt like I could kill god right now, ironic, right.

“Your legs are still shaking.” He pointed out.

And that they were. Every part of my body felt tingly.

“Need more, want more.” I cried.

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you? And to think you wanted to kill us earlier.” He teased.

“Still might if you don’t kiss me right now.” I said.

I leaned up to bring him in for a kiss. My stomach muscles were sore from how hard I’d tensed. Suddenly I heard foot steps approaching. We all brought our focus to the sound.

“Omg, sorry!” A girl called.

She turned around and covered her eyes. I chuckled slightly. Next to her was Dwayne, and on the other side was a brunette boy. Dwayne made eye contact with me, pointedly avoiding my naked body. Such a gentlemen.

“I was wondering where you went dude.” Paul said.

“We never told Star or Micheal we came back to the cave.” He shrugged lazily.

Really? That’s all he had to say right now? So Star, that was her name.

“You don’t need to apologise Star, a succubus is never ashamed of her body. It’s not a sin too look you know, Lucifer himself told me.” I said.

I crossed my legs, and brought them to my chest, at least attempting to cover myself for her sake. My goal was never to make anyone uncomfortable, that was gross. Paul whined at my sudden lack of touch. Such a sinful noise that I wanted to hear again and again.

“You can turn around now.”

I told her after Marko had removed his jacket and draped it over my back. I’d notice Micheal never once tried to overt his yes. Maybe he thought I couldn’t see them through his sun glasses. Star moved over to the other couch to sit by Dwayne, but Micheal stayed put. And I knew why, he was miserably failing at trying to his his sudden erection. I chuckled darkly.

“Come on Micheal, I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” I winked.

The poor boy was practically trembling as he walked over to his seat. He quickly pulled a pillow down on his lap.

“Dwayne didn’t think you guys would still be at it.” Star explained, still bashful as ever.

She was positively adorable, and god did I want her. Women were very different than men, much more complicated.

“No worries doll, you have nothing to be sorry for” I cooed.

“God, you’ll flirt with anything that walks won’t you?” Dwayne snapped.

The fuck was his problem?

“If said think had the cutest face I’ve ever seen, then yes.”

She covered her cheeks with her hands, only serving to make her more cute. Maybe it was because I was still high on vampire soul right now, but I couldn’t stop my heart from swelling anytime she moved. Everything about her was adorable, her style, her long curly hair, the way she figured with the ends of it when she was nervous. It made my heart flutter. A completely different experience to the one I had just moment ago. Something most Succubi never get to feel. We were creatures of sex, not love.

“You’re the one who brought her here,” I pointed out, “how could I not, pretty girls like her deserve the world.” I said matter of factly.

Dwayne rolled his eyes. That was it.

“You do know I can smell you right? You can keep denying it all you want Dwayne, if you don’t want to have any fun tonight, then be my guest. But let the lady and her friend speak for themselves.”

“Y-you can smell him?” Micheal asked.

I knew what he was really asking.

“You too. It’s almost like you’ve never seen tits before” I giggled.

He groaned clearly embarrassed.

“It’s ok baby, everyone has their own pace. No need to get so blushy on me.” I cooed.

Paul cackled beside me.

“Aww little Mikey want to play.” He said.

I couldn’t hold back my laugh. Paul almost seemed more proud of that then helping me reach my orgasm. I reached up and stole the cigarette from David’s fingers. Smirking as he glared at me. I let out a long puff of smoke before speaking.

“It’s ok, I have more than enough juice for tonight. We can just chill and enjoy ourselves.” I said, “but I’m not completely opposed to round two.” I finished.

David angrily swiped the cig back from me. I watched as Star squirmed in her seat. Interesting, her eyes were trained on Micheal. She had a crush, how cute.

“Unless of course, you want to help the poor boy out Star. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes here.”

She couldn’t even stutter out any actual words. Poor girls brain much be running a hundred miles an hour.

“I wouldn’t even know how.” She finally muttered.

“That’s ok sweetness, I could show you. Nobody better to learn from really.”

She blushed even harder if that was possible. I wrapped Marko’s jacket around my shoulders and stepped over him on the floor, crossing the room to her. I bent down beside the couch like Marko had earlier. I gently took her hand in mine when she showed no apprehension.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

Her eyes met mine, and I understood why her name was star now. It was like she held the whole galaxy in her eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Love, I’d be more than content to just sit by you.” I said truthfully.

The boys were clearly alarmed by how different I was with her Vs them. So sweet and gentle. Even I was a bit taken aback, never really feeling this way before.

“You intrigue me, Mon coeur, I would be honoured to show you.”

Dwayne’s eyes were on me. The jacket barely did anything to cover my exposed skin. My lace panties now soaked and barely leaving anything to the imagination.

“I could show Micheal how to please you too, wouldn’t you like that?”

I rubbed my thumb against her knuckles. Her skin was so soft, unlike the boys. Her hands felt nice in mine and I couldn’t fight the smile that broke on my lips. She was making my heart do summer salute just by looking at me. I saw her eyes scan the room. She was uncomfortable by the audience.

“Marko?” I asked, drawing his attention to me.

I didn’t even have to ask, he already knew where I was heading.

“There’s a nest in the back of the cave, we wouldn’t even here a thing.” He offered.

“Do you want me to make you feel good baby?” I asked her.

She gave a shy nod. I was quick to pick her up from the couch, my demon strength making her feel like a teddy bear in my arms. She let out a squeal, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face into my neck. I could have sworn my heart stopped. I’d never heard a cuter sound. I used one arm to hold tightly onto her legs so she felt secure. I held my other hand out behind me for Micheal to grab.

I lead them both away to the back of the cave. Micheal seemed tense and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. I already had more than enough fun for tonight. I was more than content to just focus on their pleasure. I had to admit, they’d make quite the couple.

“Dwayne was telling us about you” Micheal spoke.

His voice came out horse and strained.

“Oh?”

“He said you’re going to help them.”

“What can I say, I’m a charitable demon.” I laughed.

“Are you really a demon?” Star asked, sounding a bit scared.

I shushed her. “You have nothing to be afraid my mi amour, you’re in good hands tonight.”

This was going to be a long night, but I didn’t mind one bit. I’d finally found people that made me feel alive, made me feel almost human again. And once I got a taste, I was addicted. But there was still Dwayne. The only man alive to ever resist my charms. He was like a forbidden fruit, dangling right in front of me. And by Lucifer did I want to take a bite!

Tag: @vechkinfan @henhouse-horrors @iloveslasher @oceansrose2002 @tohuntafreak @queer-and-utter-chaos @judeknight @phantomenby @patient1666074 @auntvamp @lazuli-leenabride @2525sc

An: Sorry it took so long lol, I forgot I said I was going to make this a trilogy. You guys can decided what happens from here 😏 as an asexual I’m still really bad at writing smut lol. I have no idea what I’m doing. Why do y’all keep asking (not saying you should stop, this was fun) but I hope you enjoyed none the less. Everyone got a happy ending this time, unless you count Max and the priest who would surly die the next sundown. 😂

I totally wasn’t listening to this song while writing or anything… 👀

#the lost boys #paul tlb #David tlb #Dwayne tlb #marko tlb #max tlb #micheal emerson #star tlb #Spotify

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julianobungus · 1 year

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My first middle school dance I had my first kiss with my first crush slow dancing to Megan Trainor’s “Like I'm Gonna Lose You.” I got so flustered I tried running away, tripped, and fell into the wall ( the dance was being held in the school cafeteria so the room was really small and the walls were made out brick too so ow). Maybe you could write a Bellector scene based off of this?

Oh my god lmao, I'm so sorry

I'd like to imagine a high school/modern AU for this, or even just a Hexside student AU, where Philip and the Collector (named Gabriel here) are teenagers and students; Gabriel is a few years younger than Philip, so he feels like his older best friend wouldn't reciprocate his feelings. At the same time, Pip doesn't want to make things weird with his best friend either.

However, when the school dance comes along, Gabriel just can't stop himself from asking out his best mate... and much to his surprise, he says yes!

On the night of the dance, they're both so nervous, but Philip even more so. He doesn't want to mess this up, and also... what if people talk? What if people judge them? Sure, there's only a two/three-year-age-gap, but the thought of ridicule is rather mortifying.

But holding his shorter date's hand certainly calms him down. Time seems to fly by, he's been having such fun just talking and joking with Gabriel, that he soon finds himself slow dancing with the young man. Slow dancing... with Gabriel of all people.

Pip panics. He's so flustered and tomato-faced that he turns around to run. He has to get out of here... so many eyes-

-and he runs right into the nearest brick wall of the (offensively tiny) gymnasium, falling flat onto his ass in a daze. He can already here them laughing, all those bastard students... but before he can get up to run, he feels a hand clamp onto his shoulder.

"Whoa, took quite a tumble there, didn't ya~?" The voice of his best friend and date, Gabriel, suddenly pulls him away from the world, and whispers into his ear:

"Let's get away from here, yeah? Fuck this place."

And with that, he plants a kiss into his lips before pulling him up to run with him.

#bellector #proshipping #proship safe #proshippers please interact #proshipper #antis dni #anti anti #proship #anti dni

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kiruamon · 1 year

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Part 20

"Want to know a secret?" Quietly and almost in a conspiratorial manner, Damien heard Oz's voice in his head. Curious, he looked up at his classmate. A secret? Well, of course! "You betcha! Hurry up and spill it out!," he replied with a grin. Surely it would be something silly. Oz's favorite actor or actress. Some hobby that he felt embarrassed about, even though it most likely didn't have to be. After all, Damien already knew what a big comic nerd Oz was. Or how much he loved ranting about books and other weird stuff. Or maybe he was about to tell him that he had secretly broken into someone's house to give them back their lost wallet instead of keeping it. No matter how silly this secret would be, Damien still wanted to hear it. And he would try not to laugh too much when Oz revealed it to him. Or at least he wouldn't laugh at him for it.

"Okay. So… look at me closely," Oz said, pointing a finger at his face and waiting for his little friend to follow his request as well. Hopefully it wouldn't scare him too much. On the other hand, he had a good feeling about it. Animals had the tendency to either avoid him altogether from the start or not care about his presence like Pip did. So since the little hedgehog fell into the second category, it would surely go well.

Huh? Was this going to be a magic trick or something? Anyway, Damien nodded and watched with interest the face of the gesturing nerd sitting on the floor in front of him.

Oz held his hands in front of his face as if he wanted to play peek-a-boo with a toddler. No turning back now. The personification of fear moved his hands back to his cheeks, giving the little creature a good view of his face again. "Surprised?"

What in the name of all the goddamn lords of hell was that! Damien couldn't help but stare in shock at the opening cracks that had opened up in Oz's face. For a moment his brain simply froze. It was impossible to process this image before him. Long, jagged lines emanating a glistening white light, and interrupted by shreds of black skin, stretched across the normally mouthless area of the shadowy monster in front of him. It was as if a hyperactive child had scribbled on Oz's face with a white marker. But whatever he was looking at was moving. And… formed into… a sheepish smile.

Damien blinked and slowly - very slowly - he understood. Oz had a mouth. It was as if his whole world was standing upside down. There was a mouth. In the middle of Oz's face. And Oz used it to smile at him. Insecure and a little nervous. "I hope it doesn't scare you… " "No! No… it doesn't." It didn't scare him and as if to prove it, he took a step closer, still unable to avert his eyes for even a second. It was just a bit unusual. He was so used to reading the small changes in Oz's mood from his eyes that it was almost hard for him to embrace this new look. But only almost. Oh damn. His heart was pounding like crazy. The little bookworm looked so forbidden cute. Oz had an actual mouth. A mouth he could kiss. That he would totally kiss! Well… …as long as Oz agreed to it.

"We'll keep this between us, okay?" he heard his classmate's soft voice in his head. Oz's mouth didn't move to match the words, the former demon prince noticed. He would have loved to ask his classmate a dozen questions about it, but he knew none of them would be answered. Someday Damien would ask him. "Count on me," the answer followed without any hesitation. Oz's secret was safe with him! And if he had to take it to the grave! Well, to the grave of every bastard who found out about it. He would definitely walk over corpses for Oz. Then again… he usually already did that regularly out of sheer boredom between class breaks. And probably the sight of a bunch of real corpses would stress Oz out quite a bit. Anyway, he was rambling! And for now, it was probably enough to prove to this far too sweet-natured monster in front of him that he could keep a secret.

"Hey, Pip?" "Yeah?" "What do you think about a trip to the park?"

With a wild cackle, Damien jumped through another group of pigeons, which like a bunch of frightened, headless chickens flew off in all kinds of different directions away from him. He could do this for hours! With an euphoric grin, the troublemaker turned his head around to see if he could find any more of those flying rats to chase around. Meanwhile, Oz was sitting in a meadow some distance away, smiling as he watched his brave adventures. Stupidly, all those cowards had moved out of his reach into the trees! "Get the hell back down here and face me like real men!" Damien yelled at the unimpressed looking balls of feathers from the foot of the tree. But the dumb animals made no effort to follow his request even in the slightest. Hmph, so much for that… And what now? Searching, the prince looked around for a new worthy opponent or a fun-promising activity when his gaze fell on something nearby.

"Is this for me?" Bewildered, Oz looked at the flower with which Pip had rushed to him and that the little hedgehog was now holding out to him in his snout. Even more surprised, the entity realized that Pip was doing it again. The hedgehog nodded in response to his question. At first Oz had thought it was mere coincidence when the little critter nodded at him or shook his head as a reply to one of his questions, but slowly he began to doubt it. Pip was smart enough to understand him! And not only him, when he thought back to how the little one had reacted to certain remarks of his friends. Even if he didn't know to what degree this understanding went… it was still absolutely amazing. Gently, Oz accepted the clover blossom and looked back and forth from it to his little friend in turn. Even if Pip did understand him… it wouldn't change much, he realized. "Thank you so much," smiling softly, he stroked his thumb across his little charmer's soft cheek, whereupon the spiky creature nuzzled its head against his fingers. Pip remained Pip and therefore his friend. And nothing would change that.

"It seems we had the same idea, because… I have something for you, too." And with that, Oz let Acarophobia hand him the daisy they'd picked during Pip's little expedition and placed it between the spikes of his cute companion. "With this, you look even cuter~"

"Jeez. How many times have I told you not to call me cute?" Would Oz never learn? And yet he couldn't hide his glee over the compliment. "For always acting so innocent, you're quite the heartbreaker."

"You were right. He really is much smarter than normal animals. No wonder he wasn't interested in the toys from the pet store." "Yeah, I didn't think so much of it at first either. But… it does explain a lot." At least when he thought back to how their little guest had refused to do certain things in some ways from the beginning. "Maybe he came from a research facility. You know the ones where they breed those super smart animals," Vicky suggested excitedly. "Hmmm… maybe." It was a possibility. "Or maybe his species is so intelligent by default," after all, he still hadn't been able to find any information about horned hedgehogs. "Oh! Oh! Or it's like that movie! You know, the one with the turtles and the rat!" "I… don't think he's a mutant, do you?" "Well, if you want, I could run some tests on him?" Oz thought about that option, but then shook his head. "I don't like to stress him out with something like that after he's finally started trusting us." Maybe someday, but for now it seemed too soon for him to try such things. "Anyway, thanks for putting together an extra controller for him," after all, Pip was having quite some fun with the game from the looks of it. "No problem!" interjected Vicky with a cheerful grin, gently nudging her friend before looking over at the little hedgehog, who was visibly concentrating, hammering his tiny paws on the pad's large buttons. "I bet he plays Smash Sisters better than you." With raised eyebrows and feigned indignation, Oz looked at his giggling friend. "Hey. What's that supposed to mean?" "That I think Pip would win against you." "You don't have any faith in me, do you?" Oz was sure he'd still win against someone who didn't have thumbs! Vickly giggled next to him. "Then come on and let's find out!"

"I can't believe it." In disbelief, Oz stared at the result on the screen in front of him. Third. He heard a thud as Vicky beside him dropped backwards onto the floor, laughing. "We lost!" he heard her exclaim, giggling loudly, while he still couldn't quite believe it. His eyes wandered to Pip, who was proudly thrusting his tiny chest forward and looking at him with the grin of a victor. He really had lost. That was… that was so…. Oz had to put a hand over his non-showing mouth, but could already hear the phobias on his shoulders and legs starting to giggle softly before he couldn't hold back any longer either and joined in their laughter. It took quite a while for him and Vicky to calm down from their laughing fit. Beside him, she sat up again and looked at both him and Pip while her eyes were shining with excitement. "How about a rematch?" asked Vicky, grinning broadly. Oz looked down at Pip. They nodded to each other and started a new round.

Damien, with spikes raised and scowling, has been hissing at a banana for over ten minutes.

Oz: "He really doesn't seem to like bananas." Brian: "In that way, he reminds me of a certain maniacal someone at our school… Remember the incident with LaVey?" Oz: "The… oh. Oh… yeah… that… incident… " Brian: "The guy who tried to interfere in that ridiculous fight is still not back from the hospital." Oz: "Damien can really be quite scary sometimes… " Brian: "Well, things have quieted down a lot since he's been absent." Oz: "Is there still no one who knows what's going on with him?" Brian: "I don't think so." Oz: "And his parents?" Brian: "Heard they are on a two-week campaign through the multiple circles of hell and that's why the school couldn't reach them. Maybe he's with them, just preparing for his future succession or something." Oz: "…yes, it's probably just that. Still, I would feel better if… O-o-oh no! Pip, stop!"

Oz had to give Damien, who had driven his sharp teeth and small claws with absolute disgust, deep into his yellow opponent, a thorough bath in the aftermath of his small friends monumental battle.

Later that evening.

"So, how's my little champ?" asked Oz with a smile when Pip was finally clean and dry again.

"Great. But you really need to practice more if you want to stand a serious chance against me," the victorious prince chuckled to himself.

"Today was quite an exciting day." They had made some interesting discoveries today.

"Hmm… yeah it was alright." If Oz found that exciting already, what would the shy boy think if he took him on one of his usual tours one day? He'd have to take good care of his little nerd then. Couldn't let anything happen to Oz, after all. But for now, Damien just closed his eyes a little and let himself be cuddled a little more.

Bonus Round: Colored little (not so angry) hedgehog prince

To be continued.

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The Garden’s End Chapter 1.

Philip Kensley has been working at the Westcott manor for the past two years, under the cruel reign of Lady Anne Westcott. In this time, he's made friends with the other servants, a haven in the gardens to which he tends, and a lover in his secret romance with the bastard son, Oliver Reed.

After the Lady Westcott's death, her eldest son, Robert, returns to Devon. Despite being brothers, Oliver and Robert are constantly at odds. Pip promises Oliver not to be taken with his brother as the rest of the world seems to be, but everything changes when Isolde, Oliver's sister, assigns Pip to be Robert's personal manservant.

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There was a funeral at the Westcott home today.

Anyone driving by the great golden gates would have surely noticed the black-lace curtains along the manor’s windows, the collection of veiled carriages on the front lawn, and the gathering of friends, family, and other aristocrats, all dressed in black, chattering about in small groups, hushed tones both inside and out of the family walls.

In truth, however, it hardly mattered who whispered and who did not, for news of Anne Westcott’s death had been put in the papers. Headlined, in fact! It was no secret that the wealthiest family in all of Britain, save for the royals themselves, were now without their matriarch.

Whether you walked the grounds of the family, or strolled the marketplaces of Devon, you could hear some of the older citizens’ mutterings.

“Those poor children,” some such mutterings included. “One daughter is yet to be married, the other is not even of age yet!”

“They are hardly wanting of nannies and governesses,” the more envious of those dismissed. “With the fortune they are to inherit—and no small collection, might I add!—I would not be so surprised if we discover one of them polished the old goat off themselves.”

Such exclamations were always silenced with shushed scolding or humour, for who could ever wish the Lady harm? Philip Kensley, however, or Pip as he was called by all those who knew him, knew of Anne Westcott’s true nature.

Pip was one of the many servants at Westcott manor, and had been both witness and victim to Lady Westcott’s strict regime since the day he’d been assigned a position at the household.

Lady Westcott had carried a pocket watch wherever she went. Why? Because everything from afternoon tea to dinner to curfew was determined to an exact time.

It had been one of the many rules assigned; to follow them perfectly was only to be expected. To break them was a great offense and deserved a great punishment.

In truth, Pip hardly thought anyone would go to such great lengths as murder, but he knew there were many who were only too pleased to see the blasted woman gone. And undoubtedly none, Pip thought, more than Oliver Reed.

Oliver Reed was known to the whole of England as the bastard son, the man adored in public and whispered about at balls and gatherings. Son of the deceased Lord Westcott but not the Lady. It was he, in fact, who had taken the name of his mother after she’d passed due to a terminal illness when he was a child.

A very boisterous boy, the other servants had called him. Except when he was alone. It’s as though a dark cloud always overtook him when he was alone.

I cannot begin to disclose to you how deeply Oliver’s sufferings mattered to Pip, so I will not attempt it. I would rather tell you that as Pip stood outside the manor amongst the gardens, watering the flowers and vegetation and fruit trees as his schedule always demanded of him at noon exactly every day, no matter the goings-on of the rest of the household, our young servant was so lost in his concern for Mr. Reed that he very nearly drowned his beloved roses.

He only just realized what he was doing, and he hastily moved the mouth of the hose towards a small lemon tree further away.

Pip knelt at the rose’s side, its petals glistening with beads of water, and ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear,” he muttered to the rose. “I’m a bit preoccupied today.”

Pip looked over his shoulder at the large window overlooking the gardens. Through the black-lace curtains, he watched as groups of people—many of whom he’d never seen before, a few whom he’d glimpsed visiting in the past—come in and out of view.

Pip supposed curtaining the windows had been Mr. Colton’s idea, for no doubt he would find the bright sunlight and warm breeze a terrible insult on what was meant to be a most tragic day.

Andrew Colton was the betrothed of the eldest daughter, Isolde Westcott, not that anyone outside these grounds knew that. Just as no one knew that Mr. Colton had been a favourite of Lady Westcott, and it was she who’d insisted on her daughter marrying him. He was almost as pleasant as she had been.

It was also he who had insisted the servants go about their work as though nothing had changed.

“Leave the house in tatters?” he had intruded indignantly when Mrs. Mary, head of the household, had asked Miss Westcott whether she’d prefer to have all servants begin preparations for the funeral and its guests early.

“What will the neighbours think of us?” Mr. Colton had demanded. “When they see that the gardens have wilted and the dust gathered not a day after the Lady of the house has passed?! No, we will not insult her memory by ignoring the rules she was most proud of. Surely no more than two of you will be required to tend to the funeral and its guests.”

Guests. That was what Mr. Colton had called them, as though the visitors were there to chatter and make new acquaintances rather than mourn the loss of someone they claimed to have cared for.

And Oliver was trapped amongst them.

Pip imagined him, nodding numbly whenever someone took his hand and asked how he was getting on. Forcing a smile or laugh to his lips whenever strangers shared praise or an amusing meeting they’d once had with the late Lady.

Pip imagined his blonde curls falling over his bright green eyes, his unmarked fingers tightening on his champagne glass, his lips curved in a bitter smirk whenever a friend of his stepmother told him how very fortunate he must have been to have her.

Oh, yes, Pip thought dryly in response to his own imagination. How very fortunate indeed. To be settled with a woman who treated him, not as her own son who she’d known since he was a small child, but as a stray dog that had to be tolerated and certainly never wanted.

�� Of course, those were not Pip’s own words, but Oliver’s, told to him in drunk resentment in the dead of night.

Oh, what Oliver must be feeling now! How he must have been struggling with the relief, the guilt that accompanied it, the anger, the grief!

“And I’m stuck out here,” said Pip to the rose, his only companion as he doubted the other guests saw him, or were even willing to. “You can understand my distraction, can you not? I should be in there with him, at his side.”

The rose said nothing.

Pip sighed. “No, I don’t suppose you are too keen to advise me after I nearly suffocated you.”

And so, the young servant made sure the lemon tree was not to suffocate next, and he sat down on a dry patch of grass, taking in his surroundings.

It was what he often did when he felt confined, unable to move yet unable to keep still either. So he looked around at the large mansion, its white walls glistening in the sun, its pillars and courtyards reminding Pip of ancient Greek temples he’d seen in picture books.

Pip looked up at Oliver’s room, the highest and one of the furthest on the right, overlooking the gardens as well, though its window was not curtained.

He smiled to himself at the thought of Oliver sound asleep in his bed, or perhaps writing letters, which he often left hidden for Pip on his breakfast tray.

Then Pip took in the gardens; a field of flowerbeds of roses, sunflowers, lilies, wildflowers, peonies, and trees and trees and trees. Every few feet, there lay a fountain with an angel or mermaid spitting sparkling water into the pool at the bottom.

And encircling the property from behind was a forest of more trees and trees and trees. Pip imagined taking Oliver to the stream hidden in the depths of the forest, the one only they knew of, and bathing in its crystal waters. Pip thought it might be a good idea, for nothing seemed to raised Oliver’s spirits as when the two of them were alone and far away from prying eyes.

“Pip . . . Pip!”

Pip turned and found his friend, and fellow servant of the Westcott household, Charles Ellis, beckoning him forward from behind the wall. He was mindful not to be seen from the adjacent window.

“Oh, would you hurry up?” he stage-whispered, glancing around every so often, terrified of being spotted.

“Honestly,” Pip said, turning off the hose and piling it neatly against the wall. “No one will see you. They wouldn’t care to look at us even if the windows weren’t curtained.”

“Easy for you to say,” moaned Charles. “You’re not the one walking in and out of the drawing room. Every time I open the door, they all look to me.”

“Because they expect someone of high status to walk in, no doubt,” said Pip, amused and guilty for feeling it. It was meant to be a day of grievance, after all.

“But what’s got into you?” asked Pip. “If you’re meant to be inside, what’re you doing out here? You know we’re not supposed to be breaking schedule.”

“Oh, blast the schedule,” said Charles. “And blast Colton. That man . . . you would think the death of the Lady of the House would be enough to return him to London, but no. I may just have to resign if he stays.” Then, panicked, Charles added, “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” said Pip, smiling, as Charles always threatened his resignation.

“I hate when guests are over,” he muttered, and took Pip’s hand. “Come along.”

Pip blinked. “You want me to leave the gardens? Are you trying to have me sacked?”

“Hurry, and no one will notice you’ve gone,” he said impatiently. “We need to see Miss Bradley.”

Pip allowed Charles to drag him around the house and up the marble steps, for although his friend was a timid man, he was taller and of larger build than Pip himself.

“Miss Bradley? What on earth for?”

“Shh!”

Charles held an arm out to keep Pip back as his blue eyes scanned the entrance hall. When he deemed it safe, he pulled his friend along until they were standing behind the closed doors of the drawing room.

“Right,” said Charles, patting Pip’s back as though they were about to go into battle. “Now, you go inside, find Miss Bradley, and ask her to come out here.”

Pip’s eyes widened. “Why would I do that?”

“Well, you can hardly talk to her in front of the whole room, can you?” said Charles, as though this point was obvious.

“Talk about what?”

Charles hesitated. “Tell her that Mr. Reed called for you and you’d rather not go. She’ll give you something else to do.”

Pip frowned. “But Mr. Reed didn’t. . . . He called for me?!”

“SHH!” He covered Pip’s mouth with his hand, looking around to see if they’d been spotted.

“Oh, would you get off?!” demanded Pip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “If Mr. Reed really called for me—”

“‘Of the utmost importance,’ he said.” Charles quickly grabbed Pip’s arm as Pip turned towards the staircase. “But he says that about everything! And then who ends up in trouble? You! You can’t go running to him every time he calls, Pip!”

Pip attempted to pull his arm free, but Charles had a tight grip on him. To think that Oliver had been calling to him and he’d been out in the gardens, worried for him.

“We’re servants, Charles! They’re our masters! When they call, we must go!”

“But you are not his personal manservant,” argued Charles. “He has no claim over your duties! He can’t be angry with you for that!”

Pip and Charles suddenly heard shuffling inside the drawing room, as though someone were coming towards the door, and the two immediately straightened against the wall.

A plump woman who was carrying an empty glass of champagne and whose face was streaked with tears was led out by a flustered and lanky man who Pip assumed was her husband. Once the pair had gone out the open front doors, and the doors to the drawing room behind them had closed again, Charles turned to Pip, flushed.

“He calls on you far too often, Pip, and you always come back looking as though he’d asked you to run ‘round the whole of Devon.”

Pip blushed at the thought. “I do not.”

“And I don’t like the state of him now,” Charles said more gravely. “He’s angry, Pip, and he’s been drinking. I saw him finish an entire bottle in the first hour alone! Who knows what he might ask of you!”

“Whatever task I ask of Philip is none of your concern, is it?” they heard a cold voice say, and turned to find Oliver standing at the centre of the staircase.

He was without his glass, and yet his curls were unruly, his cheeks red, and his coat was undone. Pip’s heart leapt at the sight. He felt as though he hadn’t properly seen Oliver in weeks.

“Tell me,” Oliver said as he descended. “When I asked you to fetch Philip for me, did you hear ‘Bring him to me so that I may whip him’? Well? Did you?”

Charles was staring at the ground. He shook his head. “No, sir.”

“No,” said Oliver, his green eyes cold. “And yet you insist on wasting my time while I wait for you to warn him as though I am the villain of your silly fantasy. Do you want to risk Colton seeing you out and about instead of doing as you’re told? Would you rather I let him deal with you?”

Charles’s knuckles turned white, shaking his head and looking very much as though he wanted the earth to open and swallow him.

Pip, unable to bear seeing his friend so distressed, reached out only a finger to brush against the back of Oliver’s hand. A faint gesture that was certain to go by unnoticed.

Nevertheless, Oliver caught Pip’s eyes and his cold expression softened.

“All right,” he relented. “Off with you. Get back to your work. You,” he directed at Pip, and instead of finishing, he jerked his chin at the staircase.

With a final glance at Charles, Pip turned and led the way up the stairs, down the corridor. He felt Oliver’s presence behind him but knew better than to turn around. Not yet . . .

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38 - Glorious Bastard

One day, I may finish the sixty to one project. Today is not that day, today is the day for Episode 38 of it, because ordering is the hobgoblin of small ore deposits.

Twenty five songs, 90 minutes total, of some of my favourite bombastic bad guys and girls. The Disney side of this trope is well covered, so I've ignored that oeuvre entirely, but here I can almost guarantee you'll find something you'll like, something you'll hate, and something you've never heard before.

(TW: Most of the violence in these are mostly "cartoonish", but I'll add warnings for Paper Chase's "We Know Where You Sleep", which is specifically descriptive of realistic violence, and Scroobius Pip's The Struggle, which in its descriptions of Johnny Depp has not aged well from its 2011 release)

#sixty to one #glorious bastard #music to write to #Spotify

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Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 23/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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When Izuku wakes up, he’s warm. And he’s very confused about it. He’s never been warm after waking up. Well, not in the past almost year and a half anyway. His tiny ‘bed’ in his hideout never keeps him warm enough during the time he sleeps. Unless it’s the dead of summer and in those cases he wakes up sweltering in his skin. What month is it? Has he disassociated so badly that he’s missed several months of awareness? That’s never happened before but Izuku wouldn’t put his mind past it. He squints upwards at the ceiling. He then reaches up a hand to rub at his eye, hoping to clear the blurry vision he’s currently suffering from.

It has to be blurry, right? The ceiling of his hideaway isn’t that color. Is it? No, he’s certain now that it’s not. The ceiling of his hideaway is white, not this soft beige that he’s seeing. He blinks harshly and attempts to sit up. A weight on his chest impedes him though. He makes a small sound of confusion and glances down. Laying on his chest, happily purring away and dead asleep, is a cat. When did he get a cat? How did he get a cat up a fire escape?

He shifts again, finally managing to sit up. The cat rolls off down his chest into his lap and gives off a chirping meow as they wake. Izuku blinks down at them. It looks like Shouta and Hizashi’s cat… Oh shit! It is Shouta and Hizashi’s cat! The whole morning rushes back to him in an instant and he remembers that he agreed to stay with them. Oof, that’s a lot to take in fully at once. Bastard pips another meow at him, batting at his face curiously as he just stared out at the wall blankly for a moment. He runs a hand over her in a heavy pet. She purrs happily at the feeling before rolling off him as he nudges her.

He stands in a slight stumble, grogginess still weighing him down. He yawns as he pads out of the bedroom. The living room is empty so he turns the corner to go to the kitchen. He glances down and sees Bastard trotting next to him, brushing his ankle any time it comes close enough to her. He smiles at her and heads into the kitchen. He pauses to watch as Hizashi practically dances around the kitchen to put things away in the cabinets. Izuku guesses that they must’ve had something to eat while he was asleep and now the limeighter was cleaning up. He briefly wonders where Shouta’s gone. To take a nap, maybe?

Bastard rushes around him to meow happily up at Hizashi and demand something to eat. He turns at the sound of her before giving a grin to the pre-teen now haunting the kitchen entrance, “Well good morning, sunshine!”

“... Isn’t it aftern’n?” he slurs out.

“Yep! About two. You’ve been asleep for around nine hours now. Honestly, I wasn't expecting you up for another hour or so. Chiyo-san said she healed quite a bit on you!” The blonde turns to lean against the counter, hand coming down to pet Bastard’s head as she stretches up to rest her paws on his thigh.

He sinks down into a chair at the kitchen table with a grunt of acknowledgement. He reaches up to rub at his eye again with a yawn, asking through it, “Wh’re’s Sh’ta?”

Hizashi’s brows furrow and it takes him a moment to realize what he’s asking, “Oh! Shou? He ran to the grocery store. You’re on a diet for the next little while and we need ingredients to ensure we can make the stuff you can eat!”

“A diet?” He whines.

“Yep!” He chuckles as Bastard moves from him to hop up onto the table to demand more pets out of Izuku, “Cans of beans, soup, and some vegetables as well as loaf of bread aren’t exactly the healthiest thing for you to eat all the time, Bunny bean. We’ve got to supplement your diet until you’re back up to a healthy weight. Then we can go back to more normal foods!”

“But I tried so hard to eat normal and healthy!” He cries, “I had vegetables, proteins, and grains… I… I tried!”

“Sweetheart, no that’s not why we’re doing it. We don’t think you didn’t try. We know why you ate the way you did and we’re so proud of you for doing so. You’re a lot healthier than most kids who ended up on the streets! But there’s just some vitamins and minerals you were missing.”

“Like what?”

“Calcium, just as one example,” Hizashi pushes up his glasses patiently, “Without a regular amount of calcium in your diet, you’re very likely to break a bone as they slowly get more brittle over time. When was the last time you had any milk? Or Yogurt? Cheese or anything like that?”

“Um… I had a cheeseburger two weeks ago from some American themed restaurant. It was a treat to myself when I finally saved up the money for it.” He doesn’t mention how he immediately felt sick over it about two hours after eating.

“‘Two weeks ago’ is the key part of the sentence there, listener. I promise this diet is not the end of the world. It’s not bad at all and it won’t last forever. It’s just for a little while. We’ve pinned it up on the fridge, if you’d like to read it,” Hizashi points over to the piece of paper pinned to the fridge via a magnet, “It’s also got a list of supplementary vitamins that you’ll need to take for a bit too.”

Izuku gets up and moves to stand in front of the fridge, reading the list. Oh… It really isn’t that bad. A recommendation to stay away from fried foods and large portions for a bit (That might have been why he felt sick after the cheeseburger), have at least one serving of a high protein meat with each meal, a serving or two of fruits a day, and at least a pint of cream milk or a serving of yogurt a day as well. Good thing he’s not lactose intolerant.

“What about the vitamins listed? Do you know what I’d have to take them for?” He remembers a few of them from his personal studies, like C and D, but not all of them.

Hizashi’s eyes squint a bit in discomfort, “Hmm… Honestly, no. I’m no good at that stuff. It’d be best to ask Chiyo-san for a full explanation of each one when you have a checkup with her. I do know that the B12 listed is for replenishing red blood cells just from what I remember from health and nutrition class back in high school. Should help you with your recent injuries and your anemia.”

He blinks at that, “I have anemia?”

Hizashi chuckles, not cruelly but just in subdued amusement, “Baby, yes. It’s a bit obvious even when you just look at you. You live in your hoodies, bunny bean. I admit that I don’t like the house to be too warm but you’re still wearing your sweatshirt even though it’s probably about twenty-two degrees celsius in here.”

It takes a moment to click but when it does, he exclaims, “Oh THAT’S why I’m always so cold!”

Hizashi laughs again and confirms that. That makes so much sense to him now! He did wonder why he always felt the need to get warmer clothes even in the warmer months after about six months of being on his own. He was suffering from anemia! How did he miss that? He remembers reading about the condition not even that long ago in a medical textbook he found. Did he seriously just read about it and go ‘haha that’s crazy close to how I feel regularly, good thing I don’t have that’ or something?

Well, he’s definitely not fighting that diet now! It’s a good thing Recovery Girl knew of a diet off the top of her head that would help him! It probably would’ve taken him forever to find a nutritionist to see about it! He can tell Hizashi knows that he’s realized this too. The blonde just smiles widely and moves over to the fridge, “I’m guessing you’re probably a bit hungry right now. It’s a good idea to eat something anyway since Chiyo-san sapped up your energy to heal you. I don’t want to do anything big since I’ll be making us an early dinner so…” After looking for a moment he closes the fridge and moves over to a bowl full of fruit on the counter instead, “Orange, apple, or banana?”

The question kind of catches Izuku off guard. He thinks about it for a moment. It’s been quite a while since he’s had any of those food items. Fruits in general were rare for him out of the streets. “Apple,” He eventually settles on, remembering that they’re both crisp and sweet.

Hizashi snaps out two finger guns at him. He pulls out an apple from the bowl and a knife from a nearby drawer. He goes about coring and peeling the apple before cutting it into slices. Izuku wanted to protest that he didn’t have to do that but felt like Hizashi would probably say something along the lines about how he didn’t have to but wanted to. So he just sat patiently, waiting for the man to finish. Soon, a plate full of apple slices and a glass of water are set down in front of him. Hizashi also grabs Bastard and sets her down on the floor so she’s not sniffing at the plate of food. He thanks Hizashi for the food. Just as he’s about to pick up one of the slices, one of the blonde’s hands covers his own. He looks up at him in confusion.

“Listener,” Hizashi starts, softly and calmly, crouching down to be at his level and look him in the eyes, “I want to go ahead and warn you now. Shou is also going to meet Detective Tsukauchi while he’s out and both are going to walk back here together. We’re going to go ahead and have you get the talk with him out of the way. I know it’s going to be scary especially because you probably think we’re going to try and get rid of you afterwards but after it’s done, I promise you that nothing will change. This is your home now. Nothing you say or tell him will change that.”

Izuku’s stomach flips with nerves. He’s going to have to talk with the detective? Today? That’s so fast! His appetite fades a bit as anxiety roils through him. Hizashi squeezes his hand tightly, “Baby, take deep breaths. Nothing at all is going to change, okay? I just wanted you to be a bit prepared mentally when he gets here. I didn’t want you to panic over him showing up suddenly like last time.”

“You… Y-You promise nothing will change?” he asks hesitantly, “Even knowing a lot about why I was out on the streets and being a vigilante?”

“Yes, of course. I absolutely promise. On my hero license!” Hizashi chuckles a bit, eyes full of an emotion that Izuku can’t quite pinpoint. It looks familiar though… Another set of green eyes, slightly darker than the blondes, looked at him like that before. Hizashi smiles widely and states, “I would gladly give that up than let anything happen to you, bunny bean. Shou feels the same way too, I know he does. We would never, ever make you leave or let anyone take you. We would only let you go if that’s what you wanted and only if it was somewhere safe and warm where you could be happy.”

Izuku nods in understanding, feeling his heart rate settle down at the adamant reassurances. Hizashi lets go of his hand and Izuku finally picks up an apple slice to nibble on. It reignites the hunger he was feeling and soon he’s scarfing down the rest of the apple pieces. Meanwhile, Hizashi tells him random stories about things that he and Shouta had done during their high school years together. Izuku can’t help but laugh when Hizashi tells him the story how they first met at UA’s sports festival in their second year; At how Hizashi had cockily believed that Shouta was an easy target in the finals only to be beaten into the ground within minutes of their match starting. It’s more than amusing to say the least.

Hizashi was right. He can do this. He’s been assured over and over that everything will be fine. He decides to trust them for now on this. If it turns out that they’re correct, maybe he’ll trust them even more later on.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #vigilante izuku #homeless izuku midoriya #izuku midoryia #yamada hizashi

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cosmic-rainstorm · 2 years

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OMFG I THOUGHT THE CAVE WAS MAKING CREEPY CHILDREN RUN AROUND TO PUT YOU ON EDGE!!! PIP IS THAT YOU!?!?!?

#not my image but!!!!#PIP YOU SMALL BASTARD #pip the troll #adam warlock #IS HE SAFE IS HE OK #gotg game #i have to go back and play this RIGHT NOW

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies.

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you.

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green.

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though”

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully.

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs.

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be.

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better.

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him”

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so”

“you’re not my boss”

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you”

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?”

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from.

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?”

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him.

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.”

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it”

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy”

and that’s that.

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched.

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing.

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest.

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar.

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you.

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip”

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore”

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial”

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar”

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?”

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been”

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me”

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in.

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool”

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties”

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?”

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look”

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it.

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?”

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable”

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years.

“so no current boyfriend or…?”

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now.

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now”

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren.

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you.

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?”

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did”

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?”

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been”

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses”

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary”

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief.

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you”

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway.

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him.

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes”

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy”

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?”

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out.

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down.

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek.

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed”

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno”

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

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