#and obviously. lady D IS FUCKING TALL.

[mouse-of-dimitrescu]

Resident Evil Village: Alcina Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda thoughts on characters. Pls don't mind me, I'm literally just talking to myself at this point.

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After Re8, I've kind of looked into the whole backstory and everything and omg, no! The villains! The fucking villains have a special place in my heart. Okay okay, so the game revolves around the theme of motherhood, as expected due to Rosemary and Mother Miranda and Alcina's bond with Bela, Daniela and Cassandra etc etc.

Stating the obvious, bear with me🐻

I just think that it's sad because those women, yes they have bad qualities, and yes I am a biased simp, I just think those women's actions are expected, especially for someone whose entire life has been taken away through mutation. Miranda spends her entire life trying to get her daughter back and she was previously going to kill herself over it until she discovered the Mold. Alcina bonded with those three robed women in, probably an attempt to try and repeat the past and claim something that she lost in her previous life, the ability to actually have those dreams and pursue them. Everyone wants happiness. That much is evident, even poor old Moreau.

You know how devastating it must be to become a mutated monster? You would have to come to understand yourself all over again. You have to interpret a stranger in the mirror. The real horror lies within the fact that the past cannot be repeated. The mutated are stuck. Alcina Dimitrescu is stuck in that castle, wallowing in self pity over some dream that she cannot grasp. If you put yourself in her position, it would be difficult to get out of bed initially. The villains are bloody strong. Emphasis on bloody.

When Alcina got mutated, and the experiment by Mother Miranda failed, Miranda referenced to her as a disappointment. You know how much that would have hurt? Alcina quite obviously has recollection of the past, unlike the three robed women she took under her wing. Imagine how Alcina felt when she first transformed into that dragon-like creature? The emotional impact is so traumatising. You got lured by some strange woman, transmuted into something that you did not recognise. Alcina would have had to find her whole identity again because she changed so drastically. Alcina quite possibly always had a cold side, but with her monsterous temper, that cold side intensified. The poor woman probably had to learn and make a habit out of ducking through doors, she probably learnt this the hard way. Hearts out to Alcina guys.

Also, before the three robed women, Alcina was most likely lonely. So bonding with them made a great impact on her life. She found a family and a place to belong, and I personally think that to be sweet although they probably bonded on a day to day basis with their meals and Alcina's wine.

With the blood disease that Alcina had, she yearned for ansured safety and when she found Miranda, she immediately took up the opportunity. Alcina just wanted to be wanted, during her brief singing career as Lady D in the Pallboys, she was wanted by many and this probably resulted in her wanting to reclaim that feeling. Through Alcina's reign of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda recognised her rule and referenced to her as one of the four lords. Despite the fact that Miranda thinks that the four lords are disappointments with regards to her biological experiments, she does reference to them as her family.

Like Alcina, Miranda wants her family back and to gain that sense of stability in belonging. Yes, Miranda is a sadistic and quite often a bitch but a hot bitch with a cool mask, it can be argued that deep down, every villain has a heart and every villain wants to be wanted. They just handle their agony in the wrong way that causes even more pain.

Alcina contantly complained in private about not being Miranda's favourite. Yes, she probably has a complex and with her tall frame and dominant attitude, this complex can be expected.

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I have no idea what I wrote here, I just wrote down my thoughts. This is me infodumping to myself in the middle of the night.

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#alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil village #mother miranda #miranaa #dimitrescu #alcina #dont mind me

[bloobluebloo]

It was funny at first, depictions of the hydrated Ganondorf, but I believe Nintendo saw this and decided to sell this image to the mainstream audience buying their game.

The success of tall Lady D dominating the RE 8 advertisements also helps to support this as Twitter was very 'down bad' for her and really helped with sales.

I don't doubt that the rehydrated phenomena surrounding Ganondorf following the reveal trailer for Tears of the Kingdom had a hand in influencing TotK Ganondorf's final design. This might be the second time they use Ganondorf specifically as a selling point of the game (the same had been done for Twilight Princess in order to attract fans of OoT following the grumblings around Wind Waker's toonish design). Mind you, however, that the design elements present on dehydrated Ganondorf were very reminiscent of what we did see in the final design (and many rehydrated designs by fans were not that far off from his final look as a result), but I feel like they may have tried to lean in more on the sexy factor. The sexy villain that everyone loves to thirst after and objectify is nothing new. It's the danger and intrigue, the ability to imagine yourself with this person or monster who is dangerous, cunning, manipulative, and murderous in a way where they can't actually hurt you in turn. This is a fascination that has been with people for ages. It's a great selling point for a character and the story they came from. Personally, when it comes to Ganondorf, I'm not going to lie and pretend I don't find him insanely attractive physically. I have since his OoT days. I have written my fair share of nsfw stories that range from vanilla to questionable, and have indulged in my very, very fair share of fanart and fanfic of that nature. However, it's all the other baggage Ganondorf comes with that people lean into along with the sexualization that...bothers me I would say. There is something disturbing about Ganondorf being not only a man of the desert, but the only man of the desert, being portrayed as someone who not only sexually ravenous, but super duper sexually ravenous because he has to satisfy all his women somehow, and then leaning into that sexual rabidness in order to defile the "holy sanctity of Hyrule" aka Link and Zelda because that is what he would do obviously, right? Then you have the other end of the spectrum where his sexuality is used to portray submission to Hyrule and its light, where he has accepted the goodness and light and see he doesn't fuck like an animal anymore, great. It's like people can't see Ganondorf as a...person with a normal way of looking at his own sexuality. Of course this is not the biggest issue for me; for me it is the fact that Ganondorf is an extreme exaggeration of how the dirty desert terrorist man is often portrayed. Nintendo didn't have to insert any of that in an obvious way for people to draw that conclusion, and I suppose that's where some of my discomfort lies.

This doesn't even touch on how suddenly we're faced with the biggest terrorist darkness of Hyrule being a canonical bisexual/queer icon and all the implications of that when it comes to sexual depravity... EDIT: What I mean is that, the extreme sexuality that surrounds Ganondorf is a very deeply ingrained facet of Orientalism. The white, refined European man had to save these beautiful women from their savage men who would keep them all enclosed in the harem, men who had multiple women and oppressed them and kept them hidden away so that they may be the only ones to indulge in the beauty of their women and partake in them sexually. BotW/TotK really leaned into *that* part with all the men trying to get into Gerudo Town.

#ganonthots #bloothots

[mercy-mercie-mercymorn]

silly little high fantasy au for my urban fantasy witches :D

💕more brain rot under the cut💕

hayden: a silly quirky guy up to silly quirky exploits. she flirts with the Big City's duchess and plays the role of a dashing ne'er-do-well spectacularly. most people in the Big City don't know she's a witch---and she likes to keep it that way (she makes enemies). i gave her a high fantasy-ized outfit and slapped a cloak on top.

scarlet (in my notes i wrote "teehee, scarlet witch"): a witch in a normal town. she spends her time treating colds and hearing tall tales from the local kids. her closest confidant is cynthia, the only witch she can really relate to. most of her look is inspired by victorian era fashion, with a touch of howl for funsies.

cynthia: a vigilante of sorts. she's far more powerful than she seems, and not only is her boob window there for looks, it's also there to show her magically glowing heart (her FUCK OFF feature). no one knows how old she is, but she's far too nosy to become an ancient witch in a forest somewhere. mostly just copied how i normally draw her, with some neat earrings and a imposing silhouette added.

spica: is she human? is she not human? no one knows and she makes everyone uncomfortable. with a Traumatic Fantasy Backstory and a big ol spear, one thing's for sure: you should stay on her good side. she changed the most from her og design because teehee! i ran out of ideas <3 i just think it's funny to have an ominous lady with a thousand yard stare and a large weapon.

xiao-hong: the duchess is obviously not human, but she wants to keep the "witch" part of her identity on the DL. in many ways, she is the gay elsa that elsa could never be. and also with fire :) her and hayden smooch normally so i thought it would be cute to have them smooch but in a gay high fantasy way. she got a cool dress i saw on here and the wings like the ukranian lady from [beauty pagent i can't remember]. badass wings.

brigitte: she lives in a small village and she likes it that way. her best friend is her cat, leonardo. she is small, mean, and angry, and i love that for her tbh. she and xiao have a book club. for her she's obv more of a typical medieval farm girl, plus some cool face paint (that feels weird to call it, but it is that) inspired a bit by typical fantasy war paint and a bit by a pair of neat slavic gloves i saw on here.

scarlet recruited them all into a coven of sorts, where they gossip (scarlet and cynthia), flirt (hayden and xiao), and be threatening (spica and brigitte, bless her heart).

anyways. if you read all that ur a real one. their urban fantasy backstories are frankly more batshit than these ones, but that's because the ideas for most of em have been around since i was in middle school and i've just run with it. but that's a spiel for another time.

#oc content lol #mercymercie.irl #long post

[thisguyilike]

2.3 Woman Who Took the Kids

"Oi, what is wrong with you Emmy?" A grating voice calls out to her. What a wonderful start to a beautiful evening. Of course, it's Karen. Karen, the scandalmonger that prevents Emmy from erasing a dark chapter in her life, which was just calling out to some random guy she saw this morning. Ana herself isn't too fond of the girl with the grating voice, because she always harasses her ass, literally.

Both Ana and Emmy look back to see the few current netball team members. There is not much to say about them, but if you look through Emmy's eyes, those words directed to them are not so pretty. The lovely lady with such a grating voice is Karen; she's tall and chubby, rich but unconfident, two-sided and kinda touchy, most importantly a scandalmonger. Beside her is Jessica and Valencia, Emmy's pretty sure they're only around for a few seconds before they get distracted by something else.

"I think she got the wrong person," Emmy whispers loudly to Ana. Ana snorts at her words.

"You know the seniors are there right, and you go around embarrassing the netball team like that?" Karen says with a scornful scoff, intellect too low to process Emmy's based words. The bias is strong in this one. As those words left Karen's mouth, Valencia and Jessica had left. Valencia gives Emmy a friendly wave before leaving, in which Emmy returns with an informal salute. "Why don't you have some self-respect?"

"Dude, who cares man?" Ana counterargues. "They're alumni, they're not associated with the team anymore."

"God, Ana. You are always like this. Why do you keep defending her when she's wrong? Don't forget you're also part of the team." Karen rolls her eyes. Suddenly she straightens herself up, and both girls notice a certain 'senior' approaching them. Emmy rolls her eyes and growls.

"My momma said if you roll your eyes you'll get eye cancer, haha."

"Thanks for your input, dude." Emmy deadpans.

"You really know your stuff, Wade! Also, you want to join me for d—" Karen chimes in as Wade joins the conversation, only to be cut off by him.

"Haha, I just came here to say that," Wade says, and leaves instantly to catch up with the seniors. Emmy watches as the seniors waddle out of the entrance at twice the speed the moment Wade left their circle. Ana looks to Emmy, who appears to be looking around for an exit.

"You wanna go now?" Ana asks Emmy, who simply folds her arms with a pout.

"I've been waiting for just those words!" Emmy says, turning to leave. Karen, however, places a hand on her shoulder. She scowls at the skin contact.

"If you don't want to join us, just don't. But don't go around embarrassing us, okay?" Karen spites her for her actions. Emmy cannot bring herself to understand what Karen's problem is.

"Nobody even blinked at us, you idiot," Emmy says to her. "The seniors are obviously too busy playing their game than pay attention to our side."

"Em—" Ana voices her concern, but she keeps it coming.

"You're the one who likes one of the seniors, it's not my fault you're too shy to talk to them!" Emmy growls. "Are you still mad because I won't talk to him for you, you fucking idiot?"

"Ugh, talking to you is giving me a headache on a headache." Karen leaves, rolling her eyes as she drags her feet back to her friends.

"So annoying," Emmy folds her arms. "Now I feel dirty. Why do you like swearing so much?!"

"Eh, your form of swearing is much more excessive, don't you think?" Ana smirks. "Is she still so obsessed over him?"

"She wanted me to ask him out to dinner tonight, but for her," Emmy says. "Why the hell would I do that? Not in this world at least I won't."

"Let me get this straight, are we talking about the same guy, or was it the guy from last week?" Ana raises her eyebrow as they take their stroll out of the sports complex. Their little town is filled to the brim with luxurious yet humble facilities, and most shops can be reached by foot. Usually, after the school's last bell, their group of friends would meet up at a modest bakery café, namely Patisserie.

"Her current crush isn't even a senior dude. I don't even know why she calls him that," Emmy scoffs, kicking an oddly shaped pebble along the walkway. "Wade, of all people."

"I see why you didn't help her now," Ana rubs her chin thoughtfully. "I thought you got over him."

"Ee, I didn't actually like him, never in this world!" Emmy exclaims. They find themselves at the café's door. The vintage sign spells out, 'Welcome Home~', with tea from a teapot. Emmy catches herself thinking about Tea again and shakes her head frantically. Ana stares at her suspiciously.

"Sure," Ana says while keeping her eye on Emmy. They push open the door, the gentle tinkle of the café bell fills her with memories of her friends. "Well, I'll get some tea then."

"Hah? Where?" Emmy looks around with full determination. Ana observes her actions and comes to an easy conclusion, perhaps Emmy's found a new muse. It's hard for Ana to say she supports Emmy's potential infatuation, given that her impression of Tea isn't anything saintly. Doesn't stop her from teasing the shit out of Emmy though.

A look of strong ridicule flashes before her eyes. Emmy notices Ana's perception of things.

"Um, I meant I'd like some oolong tea," Emmy corrects her suspicious actions.

"Hm, shit's gross," Ana says, the dubious look never erased from her face. "I'll get you mango juice."

"But I'm allergic to mango," Emmy takes the large table at the very corner, covered by curtains. The owner knows too well this is the reserved hangout spot for this group of young high-schoolers. "Do you have money to pay my health insurance?"

"I know," Ana responds, leaving her bag on the couch. Emmy throws her hands in the air, the frustration evident in her soul. "Natural selection and evolution will save you."

"Hey, I'm gonna die before that even happens!!" She cries out to her.

"Fine, okay then, stop nagging." Ana says. Emmy slumps against the soft couch. Her weight sinks into the cushions.

"Hey, Ana, do you think Tea is weird?" Emmy asks all of a sudden.

"Oh my God, I knew it. You like him." Ana remarks, sitting down to listen to Emmy's conjecture.

"No! What do you mean?!" Emmy roars, but nothing that intimidates Ana. "Don't tell anyone else that I asked, okay?"

"So you indirectly admit you like him?"

"No! That's... you know??" Emmy stammers, pointing her finger back and forth. "I'm just... curious! I want to be his friend, you know?"

"Mhm, sure." Ana says, reaching her fingers into her duffle for her coin pouch.

"Yeah, cause I think he might be a cool guy even if nobody seems to talk to him from all those times I've stalk—, observed him. I think. So I want to try to be his friend!" Emmy declares so proudly. While she keeps her confident farce, her brain is still regretting the embarrassing impression she left on him. First, he makes it seem like she was the one who stumbled into the wrong bathroom, and now her display of ludicrosity will come to haunt her for the rest of her new school life. The least she could do is apologize, right?

"You just want to apologize to him for shouting at him, or what?" Ana catches Emmy in the middle of her dramatic act for revenge. She blinks blankly at her words.

"I'd like to tango with some mango juice and choco mousse," She asserts herself, slipping a five-dollar bill across the table to Ana. She slides it into her skirt's pocket and leaves through the curtains without a word. 

Emmy stares at the parted curtains, thinking about mangoes and teas and how she's Cantonese.

"Damn, I should drop a mixtape," She snickers to herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket lazily as she does. Her body sinks back into the soft couch as her sighs of content fill the room. She recalls the many times Mr. Sowpe had threatened Ana and her for using their phones during school hours. Up until today she still has no clue why he calls them 'lion girls'. From her long day, her eyelids begin to droop. It'll be a little longer until the rest of her friends come around the corner. For some odd reason, it feels like it's been a while since she's seen their names despite only talking to them this morning.

"Hm... there's Celeste, there's Pixie, there's Carly... oh, and there's Voyager, Mir and Matthew..." She says with a dull voice, recollecting the names of her newly made friends from the past few weeks. "There's Valencia, and also Jessica... who else is there?"

Suddenly from her screen, a popup message reads, '[Hyde] wants to chat!'.

#2

[girlucifer]

leviathan bought another weird game from akuzon and the bad guys look strangely familiar...

#THIS WAS AN EXCUSE TO DRAW LUCIFER AS LADY DIMITRESCU>>>>>>>> #ALSO THE BOYS ARE SLAYING THE DAUGHTERS OUTFITS............................. #the game is sooo good so far i fucking love the graphics like wow. #and obviously. lady D IS FUCKING TALL. #ok so my little tag story: levis begging the human PLEASE i NEED that human world game PLEASE buy it and smuggle it to the devildom #im fucking BEGGING and mc is like shut UP i will do it #and they make solomon curse the copy so that levi + his brothers get transported akin to the dating sim arc #and so levi transports into the game as ethan winters and then. turns out. he makes it to the castle and instead #of seeing huge scary tall vampire milf. he sees huge scary vampire dilf and wants to throw UP #bela/cassandra/daniela as mammon/asmo/beelzebub. they really get into their character and straight up #tear their fangs into levis arm and hes like BRO WHAT THE FUCK #mc can be there as the duke. saying snide ass comments whenever levi comes for healin juice bc lucifer sliced his dick off again #anyway. im fucking unwell #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #doodles

[suupernovalight]

- Haikyuu Boys Making You Insecure

Includes: Tsukishima, Oikawa, Ushijima, Bokuto

Small Note: uhh- sorry for suddenly disappearing, I had family issues and soon forgot about this acc. Though now I’m starting to make a few stuff as I slowly come back, so here’s some light angst :D

Tsukishima Kei

Trouble with math

You and Tsuki have been together for about a year now

You two first met when you were struggling on a test and he decided to help you… by cheating

He secretly passed you a pen with a paper of all the answers written on it

Ever since that encounter, you two kicked it off and started talking more

Tsukishima even tutored you on the subject you were having the most trouble on

It was math

Currently, school finals were coming up and you had to take a math quiz

Tsuki’s tutoring helped you with your confidence a lot but sometimes, you weren’t to sure about yourself

To gain some extra confidence, you decided to study your ass off

Tsuki also noticed that you were studying a lot more than usual but never mentioned it and went along his day

It was the day of the test and you were sure you were gonna get a good or at least decent score on it

You did horrible

You got a 25% on it

Feeling embarrassed and losing your confidence in yourself, you decided to keep it a secret

However, your boyfriend somehow found out

Now Tsuki loved making snarky comments, no matter the person

That included even you but you would know that he was joking

This comment however, stuck to you

Feeling dejected and depressed about the score you got on your test, you decided to take your mind off of it and go home with Tsuki after school.

You tried your hardest to stay the same usual s/o you always were but Tsuki knew that you were putting up a face.

Once you two got to his house and went to his room, Tsuki decided to ask how your test went.

“It went good,” you lied.

Tsuki raised his eyebrow. “Do you mind if I ask what score you got?”

“I think I left my paper in my locker,” another lie but he didn’t have to know that. “May I use the restroom?”

Nodding his head, Tsukishima watched as you quickly shuffled away out of his room. Just by the look on your face, he knew that something went bad.

Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to check your school bag to see if you had your test. It didn’t take long before he found a crumpled up paper . When he unraveled it, he soon saw the math test… and the score.

Once you came back from the restroom, you walked in on Tsuki looking at your paper. Embarrassment washed over you as you tried to grab it but he raised his arm up so you couldn’t reach.

“Give it back! Please?” You pleaded as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Damn Y/n, after all those tutoring sessions I gave you and the extra time you spent studying, you really wasted your time just to get a 25% on your test,”

Ouch. That hurt.

“Give it back you jerk,” you gritted as you bit your tongue back from crying. However, you could already feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Y/n, your making me think you are stupid with this score,” tsuki snickered.

He’s joking, he always does.

You fought back the urge to yell and scream at him. Looking at the ground, you avoided his burning gaze. Giving up, you walked to your bag and started to pack up your belongings.

“What are you doing?” He asked but you ignored him.

Once you were done packing up, you walked over to the door of his room but he quickly got up, blocking your way.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” He asked, giving you back your test which you ripped out of his hands.

“Fuck off Tsukishima,” you spat as you finally looked up from the ground with tears welling in your eyes.

Tsukishima’s eyes widened at your sudden anger and tears. He then scoffed and looked away.

“It was just a joke Y/n”

Just a joke. A joke that hurt you.

“Move out of my way. I’m going home,” You said as you watched him move slightly to the side.

“Y/n, come on, don’t leave because of what I said. It was obviously not meant to be taken seriously,” Tsukishima tried to convince but you wouldn’t budge.

“Oh yeah? Well I tried my best on that test,” you started with your fist clenched. “You saw how much I was studying. You KNOW that math isn’t my best subject and it made me self conscious but here you are, making fun of me. Now get the fuck out of my way, Tsukishima.”

Tsuki watched as you pushed him to the side and stormed out of his room and then his house. He was to surprised to even move, much to your dismay.

Tsukishima always joked a lot and even made snarky comments at some times. Though despite his pride, he knew that deep down, he fucked up.

Oikawa Torū

Jealousy, betrayal

He’s a ladies man, what do you expect?

You knew from the moment he asked you out, you would go through the wrath of his fangirls

And you were ready for anything

At the time

You were self conscious about yourself and his fangirls seemed to make it worse

Even Oikawa knew

He would usually console you and tell you that you’re the only one he sees, and you believed him

It wasn’t until one day, you walked in on a fangirl confessing her feelings to your boyfriend

Even worse, the girl does something that Oikawa doesn’t stop, and it made you pissed.

It was after school and you decided to head to the gym because you wanted to see your boyfriend practice. You told him beforehand so he wouldn’t get surprised by your sudden appearance.

However, when you arrived, he was nowhere to be found. Even his teammates were wondering where he was. They just assumed he was with you cause you are his girlfriend.

“He’s not with me,” you confirmed. “I just got out of class,”

“Weird, let’s wait another 5, if he’s not here, you’re gonna find him Y/n,” Iwaizumi informed, making you slightly scoff.

“Why me?” You asked as you put your hand on your hip.

“Uh- you’re his girlfriend?” Iwaizumi trailed off as he saw you sigh.

“Girlfriend, not babysitter,” you mumbled.

Five minutes have passed and your boyfriend was still not at practice. Mentally sighing, you went out on a mission to find him.

You look in the hallways, any open classrooms, and even outside. Still no sign. You’ve probably spent another 5 minutes just trying to find him.

Thinking that he finally arrived at the gym, you decided to return back. He was responsible enough to know that he was late, he was the captain after all.

“I’m sorry I brought you out here,”

The sudden sound of a girls voice made you come to a halt. Looking around, you saw nothing. That was until you looked behind a wall and saw a girl standing right in front of your boyfriend.

“Not another damn confession,” you groaned as you thought about walking away. That was until you heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“No no, it’s okay. Practice can wait,”

Uh- weird.

Now you were invested in the conversation. Oikawa hated skipping practice. Even if someone wanted to confess to him, he wouldn’t go. What made her so different from the rest?

Usually, you wouldn’t care about people confessing to your boyfriend. Whatever makes them sleep at night. It’s been awhile since you’ve felt jealousy and even worry bubble up in you. Even worse, the girl who was confessing knew damn well you were listening. You and her even made eye contact.

“I wanted to confess to you. Ever since I first saw you play volleyball, I was always fascinated by you Oikawa,” The girl bowed as she gave him an envelope with a heart sticker to seal it shut. Pretty cliché.

“Sorry but I have a-“

“Who cares about her,” the girl cut in, making you tense up.

“Excuse me?” Oikawa said, obviously surprised by the sudden change of tone.

“She doesn’t have to know about us Oikawa, don’t worry…” the girl then went closer to Oikawa and he didn’t back away. “You deserve better anyways, someone more… prettier, ”

You felt a pang in your chest. Like your heart has been shattered into little pieces. Your eyes widened as you saw her smirk, her eyes glancing over at you.

Deep down, you knew you weren’t the prettiest of the school. You looked decent but you didn’t care. Oikawa loved you for who you were as a person, though now all of that was crumbled into nothing.

“She won’t even find out, with that dumb little mind of hers,” smirked the girl as she wrapped her arms around Oikawa.

Oikawa froze up. “She won’t know?” He then looked at the ground. “Her looks can use some work…” he mumbled, though the girl heard clear, you didn’t hear a thing.

Your eyes widened even more. Was he actually considering it? Was this considered cheating?

When things couldn’t get any worse, they did for you. The girl leaned in on Oikawa’s cheek, standing on her tippy toes because she wasn’t as tall as him, then kissed him on the cheek.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you sourly said, getting out of your hiding place. “Torū, the team is looking for you, c’mon,”

“R-right!” Oikawa stuttered as he smiled towards the girl. “See you around!”

As the two of you walked away, you kept your eyes away from Oikawa. His smiling demeanor soon disappeared once the girl was out of sight.

“What’s wrong? How much did you hear?”

“I heard enough, thank you,” you spit out as you heard Oikawa sigh.

“I should have known you were the jealous kind of person,”

It was like venom dripped down Oikawa’s tongue as he spoke. Stopping in your tracks, you looked Oikawa dead in the eyes, tears threatening to fall.

“Me being jealous? I have a right Oikawa! She flat out kissed you and you didn’t stop her,”

“It was only on the cheek!” Oikawa argued making you scoff.

“On the cheek or not, nobody else can do that except for me! You’re digging yourself a hole and you can’t climb out,” you said, your tone harsher and louder than before.

“Don’t cause a scene, I have practice,” Oikawa mumbled making you even more mad.

This time, tears did fall down your eyes. Though, you wouldn’t let him see them.

“Oh so now you care about practice? But when that girl was confessing, you said practice can wait?? I’m disappointed in you Oikawa!”

“Then leave,” 

Oikawa started to walk away as you stood still. Your legs didn’t budge. As much as you wanted to chase after him, you couldn’t. You lost him… he lost you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

For people who talk a lot

You two were opposites

He was quiet

You were quite talkative

Despite your guys differences, you guys never broke apart because of it

Though, you have been thinking some thoughts

Ever since you were young, you’ve always been ignored and neglected

Now that you have someone who will actually listen, you take every opportunity you have to talk your heart out

That was until you overheard a conversation with Ushijima and Tendō talking about no one other than you

You had just got back from the convenience store with your friends. While you returned back to your dorm, you decided that you got to much food.

So, you decided to give some to your wonderful boyfriend, Ushijima. He wouldn’t mind you coming to his dorm this late. Plus, everyone should be at their dorms and not wandering around. Totally not you.

As you headed to Ushijima‘s dorm, you made sure that your snacks weren’t dropping. You really did have a hand full.

Finally, after a lot of walking, you made it. Since your hands were full, you couldn’t knock on the door. So to improvise, you were gonna use your head until… you heard something.

“How are you and Y/n? Things going smoothly?”

The voice sounded like Tendō from what you could hear. You wondered to yourself, why was he there in the first place. Though, that wasn’t the only thing you wondered about.

“Smoothly? Yeah we are. There’s just one thing,” a deep voice rang. You immediately knew that it was Ushijima.

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong?” Tendō replied as his full attention was on his friend.

“Y/n… she’s just, I don’t know,” Ushijima stuttered as he tried to find the right words. “Loud…

…annoying,”

You felt a sharp pain in your chest. Like someone just stabbed you. Frowning to yourself, you looked at the snacks. Did he really think of that about you? Were you really annoying?

Just as you were gonna walk away, the dorm door opened and you were forced to stay.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Asked Ushijima after he opened the door all the way. “How long have you been here?”

You stayed quiet but sighed. Turning around, you shoved the snacks in Ushijima’s arms. Biting your lip, you kept back some tears.

“Do you really think of me like that? Annoying?” You replied as you began to back up.

“Well you can talk a lot and sometimes-“

“Shut up,” you spat out, making Ushijima tense up. “You don’t have to talk behind my back. If I was annoying you, you could have just said it yourself. Y’know, at my face,”

That’s when Tendō walked up to the door to see what was going on. He had no clue you were there. He just thought Ushijima went outside to do whatever.

When Tendō saw your hurt face, that’s when he knew that Ushijima screwed up. Backing up from the door, he minded his own business, even though he was quietly listening.

“Y/n, I’m telling the truth,” Ushijima argued making your run your fingers through your hair out of stress.

“And sometimes, the truth hurts Ushijima! You knew how insecure I was about this. I never got to speak as a kid and now that I have someone to speak to, they even don’t want to hear me,” you said, making sure Ushijima was listening to you.

Ushijima stayed quiet which made you want to yell at him more. Instead though, you turned on your heel and began to walk away.

“Don’t text me, call me, or do anything in that matter,” you harshly said as your figure disappeared.

Once you were gone, Ushijima walked back in his dorm and set down all the snacks. His face then looked at Tendo’s who was also frowning.

“Wait for her to cool down… then speak to her,” was all Tendō said before grabbing the snacks. “Im going back to my dorm, see you tomorrow Wakatoshi,” Tendō then left without another word.

“Bye,” was all Ushijima said before turning his attention back on the snacks.

Bokuto Kōtarō

(For skinner girls)

You and Bokuto have been together for a good 7 months

You two met during class

When he first saw you, something in his mind clicked

As you two began to talk, his feelings for you began to grow

Soon, you found out what type of girl he likes

Plump, curvy woman

You weren’t any of those, you were skinny.

At first, you were insecure of it, but ever since Bokuto came into your life, you knew that it wasn’t a big deal

As long as you were healthy

Though, it wasn’t until one day, you walked in on Akaashi, Bokuto, and Konoha playing truth or dare during lunch

Lunch has started and you told Bokuto that you would be late. It was because you had to run to the library to retrieve a book that would help you with your studies.

You ate lunch with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Konoha. It didn’t bother you at all but sometimes, you would be skeptical of what they talked about. One time, you walked in on Bokuto talking about his childhood and how he hit his head on a brick one time.

Now back to the current situation. You were just walking back from the library and was making your way to the cafeteria.

When you arrived, you saw a bunch of people everywhere. It was more crowded than usual but you didn’t care as much.

So, you tried to get past the people but there were a lot of them so you had some troubles. Now it was becoming a bother.

The closer you got to the table, the louder you heard the boys talk. Apparently, they were playing truth or dare and it was Bokuto’s turn.

“Bokuto… truth or dare?” Asked Konoha.

“Hmm…” Bokuto thought. “Truth!”

Smirking, Konoha titled his head. “What is one thing you don’t like about Y/n,”

Wtf Konoha

After hearing what Konoha asked Bokuto, you were invested of how he would answer.

“Uhm… nothing, I love everything about her!” Bokuto smiled making your heart flutter.

“Then what is one thing you wish y/n has but doesn’t,” Konoha asked, making Bokuto‘s face scrunch up.

Sighing, Bokuto lowered his head. “I wished she had more curves. I wished she wasn’t so skinney,”

“Wow.” You said as you finally got out of the crowd. “I thought you knew better Bo,”

All the boys looked over to you with wide eyes. Especially Bokuto who had guilt wash over him.

“Y/n, we were just playing truth and dare and I got asked-“

“I heard all of it,” you said as your fist clenched up.

That’s when you turned around and quickly walked away. Bokuto looked back at his friends, then ran after you who was already out of the cafeteria.

“Y/n, let’s talk this out,” Bokuto tried saying but you tuned him out.

Turning the corner of the hallway, you came to a sudden halt when you felt Bokuto grab your wrist. Still, you didn’t turn to look at his sorry face.

“Y/n, talk to me,” Bokuto pleaded.

“Talk to you? After you said that shit?” You growled back. “Bokuto, you knew how insecure I was about my body, you even comforted me when I wasn’t feeling the best about it!”

“We were playing truth or dare Y/n, it’s a game baby,” Bokuto frowned but you only scoffed.

“Only a game? Oh yeah, it’s only a game. Bringing up my insecurities and how you wished I was the type of girl you want,” you mocked as you began to walk away but was stopped again.

“Calm down Y/n,”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Bokuto,” you muttered making him let go of you.

“Y/n, please relax. It was a truth and…”

“And what?” You cut in. “You told the truth. I don’t know why you’re trying to defend yourself. You’re obviously in the wrong!”

Bokuto was about to say something when you lifted up your hand to slap his face. However, instead of it hitting him, it stopped right before it, hovering.

His eyes were still on yours. Slowly, you caressed his cheek with tears in your eyes. After doing that, you quickly turned around and ran away from him, fearing to turn around.

As for Bokuto? He stayed still. Even his own eyes were tearing up. He knew he was in the wrong but he just wanted everything to be okay.

“Y/n…” he whispered as he felt the lingering touch of your hand on his cheek.

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[samwilsonshandsandass]

Interrupted Road Trip

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader x Loki Summary: You and Sam are on a road trip. Your car breaks down and you find a hotel in the middle of the forest. The receptionist doesn’t seem surprised you’re stumbling upon the hotel and a room has already been prepared for you. Will you enter? Warnings: smut (vaginal and anal, oral from and to m and f), dom/sub tendencies, restraints, one spank, choking Word count: 2532 A/N: This is my entry for @ambrosiase Hotel Indigo writing challenge. Congratulations on everything you achieved and thank you for hosting this challenge. I chose the characters Sam Wilson and Loki with the room "Darkest Desires" and a vacation, namely a road trip.

You were upset at your car breaking down but after a little trek you and Sam saw a Gothic manor in the middle of a clearing of the windswept and rainy forest. The gravel in front was devoid of cars or any other vehicles. Honestly, you would have expected carriages drawn by at least four horses each. Nowhere was any sign of what this building was or who inhabited it. Someone was probably there, because light shone through the windows left and right of the carved double door. A few windows in the upper stories were illuminated.

The double doors opened on their own as you and Sam approached. You entered the hotel lobby. Light came from a black chandelier, small lamps on side tables between velvet chairs and loveseats and black and dark red candles on the walls. The color pattern was accompanied by dark wooden furniture. No one seemed to be there but as soon as you stood in front of it, there stood a person. They didn’t seem to have moved from somewhere in the back or came from under the reception desk.

“Please follow me. Your room has been prepared for you” They said and walked up the stairs with a candleholder.

Sam looked at you and shrugged his shoulders.

After three flights of stairs the person stopped in front of a double door. It was carved wood, as dark as the rest of the wooden furniture of the manor. Carved in it were things like vines and leaves, berries, apples and snakes. Peculiarly (or deliberately), the snakes were always near the apples. Above eye level were two carved and painted golden letters.

“D. D.” You read aloud. “What does that stand for?”

“Darkest Desires” The person said and went down the hallway and the stairs again.

“What do you think about this? Should we go in?” Sam looked at you and squeezed your hand.

“Why not? The car will still be broken down when we get out of this forest and besides, this feels weirdly homey.”

“Homey. Right” Sam chuckled.

“Let’s do this?”

“Yeah.”

You walked in the room, the doors once again opened by themselves. The room obviously focused on the big four poster king size bed with a canopy. The canopy was made of thick fabric, almost as thick as the floor length curtains to the windows showing the rain picking up even more. Light came once again from tall dark candles in candleholders on the wall. To the left and right of the bed were bedside tables and besides each stood a velvet armchair. On the left side was an oriel with two chaise lounges of the same material and on the right side a door led into a dark luxurious bath. You couldn’t see much of it but somehow you knew it had floor heating, a whirlpool and a big shower with special settings. It was like intuition.

Sam walked ahead to the bed and pulled the canopy away. “Would you look at the bedding and all the cushions! Now I’m, feeling very lucky to have broken down near here.” Sam pulled you down to sit on the bed. He kissed your lips softly.

“So you are the two Midgardians who broke down” Someone said calmly from the direction of the arm chair.

“My fucking God!” Sam jerked away from you.

“While people still do worship me in Norway, I did not think you were one of them. The American” The same voice continued.

“This can’t be normal” You looked over to the person. The person who looked like Loki. Who spoke like Loki.

“Come now, you didn’t think this place was normal, did you?”

“Not exactly, but this is not what I expected. Can’t say what I expected though” Sam, now sitting upright and pulling you to him, said.

“Why exactly are you here? And how did you get here? Into this room?” You blurted out.

“I am here because I have been involved with this manor for some short time. If someone who enters tickles my fancy, I come down myself and today I am glad I did. As to how, constraints you humans have, I don’t have.”

“Wait. What do you mean ‘short time’?” Sam thought out loud. “What even is ‘short’ for you?”

“Decades, one or two centuries” Loki mused. “You saw the gravel path. Big enough for carriages.”

“O- kay.”

“When thoughts about time and space constraints are out of the question, I expect you two can think of why I’m here?”

“Sure we can” Sam said. “And you are…?”

“Yes.”

Loki rose from the armchair and stood in front of the short side of the bed. With a flick of his wrist the canopies on the sides facing the room flew open. Sam looked at you. You looked at Sam.

“We did talk about this. You’re sure you want to do this with him?” Sam looked from you to Loki.

“Yeah. Are you?” You looked between the two.

“Yes.”

“I thank you for the trust, Midgardians. Come here, pet” Loki beckoned you over to stand in front of the bed.

With deliberate slowness you walked over to him.

“I wouldn’t test myself, if I were you” He smirked.

“And what are you gonna do?” You challenged him.

Loki ignored you and spoke to Sam: “Is she always bratty?”

“Sometimes. She likes to test me. And, apparently, you. I can get her to behave. I’ll look forward to seeing how you’ll deal with her.”

You looked over at Sam in mock betrayal but couldn’t keep your grin full of memories of you and him and full with anticipation at what Loki would or could do completely off your face. You walked the last steps to stand directly before Loki. From behind, you felt Sam looking at you.

Loki took of your clothes one by one. Shirt, pants, socks, bra, at last your panties. He pushed you back until you laid flat on the bed. After another flick of his wrist, Sam and Loki were both naked. Both were already hard and standing proud. The contrast of Sam’s warmth to your left and Loki being colder than the average human sent a tingle down your spine.

“And now?” You grinned at them both.

Loki didn’t answer. Instead, he bent down and brushed his lips over yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and licked over your lips. You opened them and let Loki play with you further. Sam moved behind you and laid you between his legs.

Loki kissed his way down your body. You felt his lips on your body like they were everywhere. Everywhere except your neck. There, you felt Sam’s hand. He massaged and squeezed it. After a tighter squeeze you whimpered.

The God who seemed to have several pairs of lips looked up at you and smirked. “Look at you. Already whimpering and I didn’t even use seidr…”

Sam chuckled and stroked your cheek. “You wanted this. About that seidr of yours. Never saw you use it. What can you do with it?” He looked at Loki.

“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.”

After a glimmer, you were turned on your belly and felt your arms being pulled together behind your back. Your legs were spread and your mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape. You wriggled and tested your restraints.

Something cracked down on your butt. You hadn’t seen anything to do that with anywhere. And neither Loki’s nor Sam’s hands were near your butt. Loki had migrated to the head of the bed and stood near your head. Now and again he stroked your hair.

“Seeing her ass jiggle without anything in the way is incredible” Sam moaned.

You felt the familiar sting but with each second you still felt it, seemingly elongated by something or someone, you felt something else wrap around your legs, arms and torso.

“This is more than what would just achieve the goal” The tone of Sam’s voice told you, even while still locking eyes with Loki, that he was squeezing his cock.

“This is as much art as much as it is arousal.” Loki looked Sam up and down. His eyes stayed a little below Sam’s navel.

“I’ll take this as a compliment.”

“Oh, it is.”

With that, you heard a whoosh and there stood three duplicates of the Loki currently stroking your hair and spanking you but at the same time not. If that made sense. Then again, sense should be out the windows with the velvet curtains.

You turned your head and saw Sam being passionately kissed by the two Lokis that had just appeared. But you couldn’t enjoy the sight of Sam being pleasured, four hands caressing him and Sam seemingly not knowing where and who to touch and kiss, although technically they were the same person. Just double and that without any alcohol.

The Loki behind you pulled you to stand with your back to his chest. His colder lips traveled down your spine. He stood up again and pulled you closer to him. There was a smaller whoosh sound and two of the Lokis disappeared. One on your side and one on Sam’s side. The remaining God softly kissed down Sam’s back to America’s ass.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.

“That it is” Loki spread the cheeks and asked Sam: “Wanna experience something new?”

“Not like I don’t already.”

“I’ll take that as a yes” Loki started to sink into Sam slowly.

“I’m not pre-“ Sam said.

“Do not worry. I know a way” He whispered into his ear. Sam closed his eyes with a moan when he was entered from behind.

Sam seemed to need no time to adjust, despite being allegedly not prepared, and was immediately lost to pleasure. Loki wrapped his arms around him, pressing his chest to Sam’s back. The Loki behind you mirrored his twin or whatever he was in his position. He nudged your back entrance with his cock.

“Do not forget your lady” The Loki behind you addressed Sam.

His eyes snapped open and he chuckled breathlessly. “Sorry. It’s just so good.”

“Thank you” Both Lokis said in unison. “Now, enter her.”

Sam nodded and put his cock to your pussy. He filled you slowly. Agonizingly so. But at the same time you felt Loki entering you from behind.

“H- how is this possible?” You wanted to know.

“God” He whispered simply into your ear.

“Uh-hu.”

Loki grabbed your hair and bent your head backwards to kiss you passionately. You felt Sam’s wet lips and tongue licking and sucking on your neck. You could hear Sam being kissed as well and opened your eyes to see only sleek black hair just above Sam’s shoulder.

Fairly quickly, the men had found a rhythm that didn’t allow you any reprieve from stimulation. When Loki pulled back, Sam and ‘his’ Loki pushed in. Sam kissed you messily and started rubbing your clit softly. He spread your juices on his fingers and pushed them into your mouth, all the way to your throat. Your whimper morphed into a gag. Loki squeezed the base of your neck and at the same time Sam pulled his fingers from your mouth and slapped your clit.

You saw stars behind your eyes. You mouth opened in a silent scream and you felt yourself clenching both on Sam and Loki. Both didn’t cease or falter in their movements, they just stroked you even more and whispered sweet nothings to you.

“Such a good, pretty girl” Sam whispered when you went lax in their arms.

“Samuel, pull out of your lady” Loki ordered.

“Do I have to? She’s so warm and wet…”

“Obey me. You won’t regret it. And you’ll still have me behind you.”

“How?” Sam asked and looked back at the Loki behind him who was identical to the one behind you.

“Wait. You can feel that?” You asked.

“Excuse me?” The Loki behind you, the original one, responded and applied a little pressure on the sides of your neck.

“That came out wrong. I meant, can you feel what your illusion is doing?”

“Yes, pet. Before any of you ask, it would be too hard to explain. And I’d rather use my mouth for something else.”

“No shit, Sherlock” You deadpanned.

Sam’s eyes went wide at what you’d just said.

Loki’s voice became dangerously quiet. “Talk back to me once more and see what happens.”

You nodded. Sam smiled at you. “My, aren’t you a good girl for him?” He kissed you messily until moans of him and you broke the kiss, because the Loki behind Sam had thrust into him.

Loki laid down on the bed and pulled Sam with him. ‘Your’ Loki pulled out of you as well but before you could do much more than pout, he pushed you to your knees and pressed your head to Sam’s cock.

He pushed your head down until you gagged on Sam. He whimpered at the feeling.

“You feel so good…” He moaned.

He was pushed into you, just as Loki kissed his way up your thighs. Loki licked across your lips before he spread them and suckled on the inner sides of them, now and again poking his tongue a little into you. Then He stopped.

“Samuel.”

Sam just whimpered and continued to thrust into your mouth, like he was possessed.

“Samuel, you will not come before your lady. You will come at the exact moment she comes. Understood?” Loki said sternly.

“Y- yes” He moaned.

As reward for that, the Loki behind Sam quickened his pace. You hollowed your cheeks and licked him. Loki started sucking on your clit and inserted two fingers in you. He found your G spot almost immediately. You were already moaning around Sam because of how Loki pleasured your clit. But apparently that wasn’t enough for Loki.

He went to town on your G spot and you could do nothing but take it, the almost overwhelming pleasure transforming into muffled whimpers around Sam. Sam in turn whimpered because of the added vibrations and the thrusts he received from his Loki.

“I want you to cum, my darling” Loki whispered into your ear and thrust into you.

You felt like you ascended to the heavens and stayed there. Faintly, probably down on Earth, you heard a mix of whimpers, moans and even fainter gulps.

When you were able to open your eyes again, you looked into Sam’s big brown, and dazed, eyes.

“There you two are” Loki chuckled.

You looked around and saw the last Loki illusion having vanished.

“When you can move, let us take advantage of the whirlpool.”

In the bathroom, that had indeed floor heating, so your intuition like feeling had been right, you stepped into the whirlpool with Sam. Loki sat down between you and pulled you both close to him.

“Stay as long as you like” Loki offered.

Your car would still be broken down if you didn’t get a mechanic to come all the way out here. And you didn’t have anywhere else to be. After all, you were on a road trip with Sam.

What were a few more days?

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[nicka-nell]

Say… Who do you belong to?

○ Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader, mention of Oikawa ○ Words: 7.675  ○ Genre: Mafia-AU, NSFW, Smut, 18+ ○ Warning: noncon! oral, force, gun play, slightly breath play, violence, slightly manipulation, daddy kink, blood, pain, rape, dark content, 18+, Minors DNI! ○ Note: All characters are grown up! This fic contains dark content! ○ This fic is part of a server collab. The masterlist can be found here 

Prompt: "I wonder what he'd do if he knew you were with me right now."

Summary: You are Oikawa’s most precious treasure. His beloved wife, whom he married a few years ago and with whom he had bought a wonderful house. But what you don’t know is that Oikawa has a lot of debts with a mafia boss, who suddenly pulls you out of your wonderful life and declares you as his victory. You’re husband and wife, so his debts are also yours, which you now have to settle with Ushijima.

A little sleepy, you turn around a few times in bed. The fine silk sheets have nestled tightly around your body, flattering your contours, while the space next to you is cold and empty.

“Good morning, my precious angel.” The cheerful voice of your husband sounds as you feel the warm, soft lips of Oikawa on your shoulder blade and turn to him with a smile. “Good morning Tooru. Why are you up so early?” The moon is still bright in the sky, while the rest is adorned in darkness.

“I have to leave early today. But I’ll be back tonight, and then I’ll take good care of you.” Winking, he grins and gives you one last kiss before he walks out of your front door. You still don’t lose your smile when you look at the closed door. Because you are happy.

You have wonderful friends, a wonderful husband by your side you married a few years ago, a big house, and hopefully soon children who would make your life perfect.

With quiet music in the background, you stand in the kitchen and prepare Oikawa’s favorite food as you hear the door quietly open. First, you frown and are surprised that Oikawa is there so early, but the closer the steps are to you, the more uncomfortable the feeling in your stomach becomes.

These are not the steps of Oikawa. Besides, it’s two people you hear. Iwaizumi? No, he would always greet you loudly even before he took off his shoes. 

With shaky hands and a racing heartbeat, you reach for a large kitchen knife and hide behind the door. Two tall men, one with light hair and a dark look, the other with red hair and an almost demonic appearance, stand in the room and look around.

“Does this guy have a wife?” Ask one of the two indifferently as he points to the unfinished food. “Looks like there’s got to be a little Oikawa wifey around here somewhere.” The other grins and begins to giggle.

A wonder they haven’t noticed you yet. You could swear that if they turned off the music they could hear your heartbeat. You can’t fight two men this tall, maybe it’s better if you try to escape instead of attacking them. But maybe they are friends of Oikawa who want to surprise him?

But how did they get into your house without a key? Annoyed, the gray-haired man presses his hands to the hip and exposes a shiny metallic object. Your blood is freezing when you realize this object is a weapon.

You have to get out of here, and as if your body understands what you’re trying to tell, your legs are moving. Your ankles are almost white, so tight you hold the knife in your hand to prevent it from falling and making a sound.

Almost arriving at the door, the relief is already painting in your face as the wooden floor below you begins to creak. Your eyes are getting big, and now you know you have to run. But your legs are not fast enough against those of the tall man who pulls you back into the house with a loud shout.

“Who the fuck are you?” The tall man behind you calls while he pulls you to his back. With the knife, you try to attack him but only manage to graze his leg. But it’s enough to let go of you.

“You fucking whore, man!” He yells, his gun pointed at you, but you don’t listen, because you just want to get away. However, you won’t make it to the exit, as a dull sound echoes through the hallway, followed by your body sinking to the ground.

“Tendou… Did you just really knock her out with a pan?” Skeptically he looks at the red-haired man, the hands on his leg with the slight flesh wound. “Yes, of course. What were you gonna do? Shoot her in the leg? Come on, she’s a lady. So don’t disfigure her.” Smirks Tendou, and swings the pan back and forth in his hand.

“So what? We’re supposed to take Oikawa to Ushijima, not some woman.”, “Buuuuut, this isn’t just any woman. That’s Oikawa’s wife, and she’s cute. I’m sure Wakatoshi will like her. Maybe the idiot will pay his debts faster if he knows we have his pretty wifey.” The redhead interrupts him with a broad grin and squats down to lift your flaccid body.

Your head pulsates with pain as you open your eyes and try to straighten up your body. Everything is dark, only a moldy, metallic smell lies in the air. The floor below you feels wet and crumbly. Like you’re on a muddy underground.

Your clothes are already soaked and stink of a mixture of concrete, soil, and moisture. Where are you? In the dark, you grope along the wall until you reach a cold, iron door. From outside, you can hear the voices that you had in your head recently.

Just as you want to lean even closer to the door, you can hear the hinge clicking, how it is snapped up and you land on the floor. “Come with us.” Says the gray-haired man grimly, who now wears an improvised, sloppy bandage around his leg.

Motionless you sit on the floor and look at the two men puzzled before Tendou reaches out to you. “You’ll be fine. So come on.” Your body acts against your mind as you reach for his hand and he pulls you up with a jerk.

You walk up to a huge, imposing mahogany door with golden accents as the fierce man opens it next to you and the three of you enter. Just to meet a man who sits focused at his desk and writes something.

“What do you want, Tendou?” Without even raising his head, his deep voice fills the room. “You know, we didn’t find Oikawa, but we have something much better. His beloved wife.” Tendou hums happily as he steps forward. “Oh? So… What am I supposed to do with a woman? I can’t do anything with that thing.” He hisses indifferently and frowns.

The words ‘I told you’, are written in the face of the gray-haired man as he looks at Tendou, shaking his head. 

“Then you bastards can finally let me go!” You shout to the two men and try to get away from their grips when Ushijima looks up to you in amazement. He does not know whether it is the sound of your voice or this angelic but also fiery charisma, but somehow you seem to have awakened his interest in you. 

Maybe it’s because you belong to Oikawa and don’t belong to him. After all, Oikawa, for reasons inexplicable to Ushijima, hates him. Probably because he could never defeat him and had to admit that he would have taken a better, more successful path if he had gone with Ushijima.

It’s Oikawa who has a lot of debt to Ushijima, not the other way around. So what would happen if he took away the most important thing in his life? He’d have nothing. Right, his world would break in pieces.

But whatever it is, he can’t keep his eyes off yours. “This is Oikawa’s wife?” He finally says and puts the pen out of his hand to stand up and walk in your direction with quiet steps. Now that he’s standing in front of you, a cold shudder runs along your spine.

He is a real appearance as he stands so large and broad in front of you, his eyes sharp as a freshly sharpened knife. With an annoyed sound, he lowers his gaze, his big, cold hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him directly.

Only a few steps separate you from each other and you sense how a masculine, strict cologne flows through your nose. “Yeah, she’s quite pretty, but also cheeky, isn’t she?” Tendou giggles and looks with narrow eyes over to the gray-haired one, who rolls only displeased with the eyes.

With his fingers, he moves your face back and forth, brushes his thumb over your mouth, checks you out, before he lets go of you and looks at his friend and best man Tendou. Shortly after he takes his thumb off your mouth, you feel a metallic unpleasant taste on your tongue. Almost like the taste of fresh gunpowder.

What is all this about? Why are you here and what were they talking about earlier. What is Oikawa involved in? And worst of all, why didn’t he ever tell you? After all, you are his wife. 

“Maybe she’s good for something. Perhaps he’ll pay his debts when he knows his wife is with us.” Ushijima clicks his tongue, turns around, and sits back in his chair. His debts? “Tooru has no debts! We are doing well. We bought a wonderful house!” You respond to him with a trembling voice.

“Oh yes? And how do you think he managed to raise the money for your house? Believe me when I tell you he’s in debt, or not. Apparently, he doesn’t care about you enough to share his dark secret with you.” He says monotonously, looking back at the paper on his desk.

“You’re lying!” your screaming voice sounds, which is provided with a touch of insecurity. Because you don’t want to believe this man. “Hey, don’t yell at our boss like that, you stupid bitch!” You had almost forgotten the gray-haired man when he looked at you grimly and stepped in front of you.

“Don’t call her that, Semi. She must have a name, right?” Even if he still doesn’t look at you, you sense how the question is directed at you. Stubbornly you press your lips together as if you want to signal them that you won’t tell them anything, but then you see Semi moving his hand towards his weapon and open your mouth. “Oikawa…. Oikawa Y/n…” you answer with a little resistance in your voice.

“Good Y/n, Semi will take you to the guest room next to mine and clean you up. Dress her up and then lock the door behind you if you leave her alone.” He just wants to say something about this task because he obviously doesn’t like you, but he stops since he doesn’t want to contradict his boss.

“Come now.” He just hisses annoyed, while he grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you out of the room, into a spaciously beautiful room, with a large bed and a wonderful wardrobe. Pictures decorate the walls, the light on the ceiling is so bright that you forget to stand in a room without windows.

Violently, Semi puts you in a room connected to yours, so you’re standing in the middle of the bathroom. “Take off your clothes.” You feel his hand in your back pushing you to the shower with a shovel.

“I’m not gonna undress in front of some creepy guy like y-”, “Shut up, little doll! You’re nowhere near the first woman I see naked, so stop acting like that, and start taking your clothes off, or I’ll rip them off of your body!” He stops you loudly and grabs your wrist to pull you against him and roughly tear on your top.

“Stop it!” you roar and bite him in the arm with all your strength. Angry, he shakes you away from himself and wants to pull out his gun when a hand from behind stops him. “Hehe, what’s going on Semi Semi? Are you mad that there are also women who don’t spread their legs when they see you?” Tendou chuckles, who steps out behind Semi’s back.

“You take care of that bitch, I’m gone.” Without even looking in your direction, he turns around and disappears, followed by a loud bang of the wooden door.

“Come on, sit on the bed.” Tendou tries to calm you down and puts himself a piece away from the door frame to let you through. You don’t know why, but he seems to be the nicest one here so far, so you nod and follow his instructions.

Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you hear the door open again, and next to Semi now Ushijima, their boss comes in. Directly, Tendou takes a step away from you and pursues his boss with his eyes, who sits next to you, with a gun in his lap on the bed.

Right away, you start to hold your breath because you’re sure he’s gonna kill you now that you’ve disfigured his colleague. With his free hand, he brushes a strand of hair off your face and clamps it behind your ear to then pull your face in his direction.

“You know, Y/n, I don’t like it when someone attacks my men. No matter how pretty and innocent that person may be. But neither do I like it when my men don’t handle women properly. Believe me when I tell you nothing will happen to you as long as you stick to the words of your master, your daddy. Do as I say, and you and your pretty face are safe with me.” he breathes to you with his deep voice that makes your whole body shudder again.

“Tendou, I’ll leave her to you. Do what Semi couldn’t do. Next time I come back in here, I want her done for me.” are his last words before he leaves you alone in the room with Tendou.

You’re supposed to be ready for him? What is this man up to with you? “Hey, don’t look like a deer in the headlight.”  Tendou’s laughing voice gets you out of your mind. Humming he moves towards the cabinet and opens it to push the hangers back and forth. “I think this should fit you.” Happily, he turns to you and holds a beautiful set of lingerie in his hands, purple fine lace, with black leather straps and a short silk gown.

You’d think it’s beautiful if you knew you were wearing it for Oikawa, but you’re supposed to be wearing it for another man? Now you can also guess what Ushijima meant when he said you should be ready for him.

Suddenly your eyes fill with tears and before you know it, these are caught by Tendou’s thumbs. “You heard Wakatoshi, you’ll be fine as long as you do what he wants. Believe me, he would never hurt you. He’s a good man, so come with me. I’ll give you a nice warm bath, leave the door open, and wait for you in the bedroom.” He smiles and brings the clothes to the bathroom.

The water comes out loud from the tap and fills the bathtub as you walk carefully towards Tendou. “Why are you being so nice to me?” You want to know from him. “I have no reason to be mean to you.” You hear his voice and how he checks with his finger if the water temperature is good. “The water’s good, so clean up and put your clothes in the hamper over there, the maid will take the laundry and clean it so you can get it back. I’ll wait outside.” 

As he said, he leaves the bathroom door open but doesn’t look your way. Thoughtfully you look at the lingerie and after a few moments get out of your wet, musty clothes to get into the warm water. The warm water kisses your body, your eyes get heavier and before you know it, you close your eyes and listen to the sparkling foam.

Uncomfortable you go into the bedroom, even if you find yourself beautiful in this lingerie and it fits surprisingly well as if it was made for you. But knowing that another man sees you as your beloved husband makes you want to throw up.

“If you get hungry, knock on the door. If Wakatoshi is not in your room, I’ll be in front of it. Water is next to your bed. Well, I’ll see you then.” Without even looking in your direction, Tendou says goodbye to you and leaves you alone in the room.

Shortly after you hear the door closing, you look around hastily to see if you have a chance to escape in this windowless room. Next to the bathroom door and the front door, there’s another door that leads to a room you don’t know. But of course, this door is locked, so you are looking for an item that may help you escape. Even here, in vain.

Crying, you crawl into a corner and slump on the floor, knees tightly pulled to your chest. Why didn’t Oikawa ever tell you anything? Why didn’t he trust you? Could it be that this man was right and you weren’t enough for Oikawa? No, it can’t be!

You don’t know how much time has passed since only this ceiling light illuminates the room. But the clicking of the door makes you twitch. Tired, you lift your head and see blurred, how a large, strong person enters the room. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

He sits down in front of you, looking into your swollen face as he presses a cold metallic object against your chin and makes you look into his eyes. “Ah, ah baby girl, look what you’ve done with your pretty face. It’s all swollen up.” Full of fear but also hate you look him in his dark olive eyes. He’s a handsome man, yet you hate him for taking you away from your husband.

“You don’t have to look at me like that. It’s your husband’s fault you’re here now, not with him. But don’t worry, you’ll soon think of other things than your husband. The bed, lie on it!” He commands bossy, and quickly straightened up.

But you just shake your head. “Don’t be silly, baby girl.” His deep voice enters your ears, and even before you can open your mouth, you feel the chilly opening of his weapon lying on your temple.

Instinctively, your eyes fill with new tears running warmly down your cheeks, and your body moves against your will to crawl on the bed. “Please, I didn’t do anything.” You beg him because you just want to get out of here.

But he gives you no answer, just looks at you with his indifferent look, the gun in his hand at all times, while he gradually lets his clothes slide to the ground. Freed from his clothes, he stands before you, a few scars drawing his perfect muscular skin.

Even though you’ve been crying all the time, your eyes only burn more when you see how huge his member is, which still hangs flaccidly between his legs. It’s not even erect, yet you know it would never fit into you without hurting you.

Sobbing, you look from this massive thing between his legs up into his eyes that send out anything but warmth and ask him to let you go. “Stop talking so much. Use your sweet mouth and suck on my cock just like it should be for a good baby girl. Show your daddy that you’re worth treating you well.” 

His words make your stomach twist, you get unwell as you look at him in disgust. But it was stupid of you to think that you could defend yourself against such a tall, strong man. Because just as you’re trying to shake your head, you feel his cold hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you roughly forward, the other hand with the gun to your temple.

“Suck it!” His patience has disappeared when he angrily gives you this command, presses his limb literally into your whiny face. Afraid to hear the trigger go off, you open your mouth and start to put his cock in your trembling mouth.

You just have the tip in, when you realize that it is much too big for you so that you’re about to throw up. Fearing for your life, you still try to stick it in, but quickly realize that you are beginning to choke and fresh tears appear in the corners of your eyes. 

“Oh? Does your beloved Oikawa have such a tiny cock or why would you have problems with gagging after not even half of my dick?” His words are accompanied by a deep, barely audible laughter as he plunges his limb into your mouth with a jerk and makes you open your eyes full of pain and shock.

Reflexively, you support your hands against his thighs and try to prevent him from pushing his dick even deeper into your throat. His hand buried in your hair moves your head back and forth.

The only sound you hear is your sniffing, your swallowing, and the increasingly audible groan of Ushijima, whose cock grows painfully fast in your mouth and makes you gag every time its tip kisses your palate.

“Your mouth does it so well, it takes my length so well. Let’s see if you can absorb and swallow daddy’s sperm as good.” He mutters one last time before he presses his limb full strength into your throat and colors it white.

Next to his dick, which still twitches in your throat, you feel the warm sperm, running thickly down your inside. Just when he hears you swallow his cum, he pulls his cock out of you and takes his hand off the back of your head.

Only a mixture of sperm and saliva binds you together before this thread tears and sticks to your chin. You look so cute, lying on the bed in his favorite lingerie, adorned with his cum, and looking at him like a lost puppy. 

But this wonderful view does not remain for long, because you turn around against his command and want to crawl away from him.

You want to get away from the man who used you as a toy for his desires. You feel disgusting, used. But again, you have to admit to yourself that you’re stupid, for just following your will.

Suddenly you feel an arm wrap around your waist and jerk you backward. As if you are smashed against a wall, your body lands on Ushijima’s chest. “Where are you going huh?” His husky voice is dangerously close to your ear as you feel his hand crawling under the silk coat and caressing the outline of your body.

“Oh? You don’t think that satisfies me, do you? Oikawa has a lot of debts. You’re husband and wife, so it’s your debt too. So if he can’t pay the debt, I guess you’ll have to take them over.” He adds indifferently as he pins you down on the bed, his chest still on your back so that you are prevented from fleeing. “Please, I don’t want to, I’m scared.” You sniff under him and keep squeezing your legs together, afraid of what’s about to happen to you.

“Don’t be scared, baby girl. I’ll make it fit.” It’s not just the gun you feel cold on your spine. No, you also feel Ushijima’s stiff cock on your back, as it painfully reminds you that everything that happens now will be unpleasant.

You just hated Oikawa for not telling you about the debt and getting you into this situation, even though you still love him. But how could he do this to you? Just leave you to a mob boss who will do what he wants with you or shoot you if you don’t obey him.

You feel his legs on your inner thighs and how they spread them with force, so that Ushijima can get better access to your most sensitive body part. With pleasure, he licks his lips as he begins to knead your ass and slowly work his way up to your walls.

“No, please…” You whine when you feel his fingers on your skin as they try to break up your walls to get into your entrance. Calmly, he savors your soft skin as he goes up and down, exerting pressure on your clit to then get back to your entrance to check if you are getting wet by now.

But to his dismay, you’re not. You try to prevent your body from feeling good, which is not difficult for you, as you are forced to do so, and besides this man is not someone you love. “How unsatisfying.” He just hisses displeased, takes his hand off you, and lifts his chest slightly, so that you take the opportunity to tear yourself away from him and crawl away.

In vain, because aggressively he pins you back on the bed now fully in rage, and constricts the air to breathe away, from behind. It’s almost as if he knows exactly when your lungs are starting to hurt and your vision becomes unclear when he reduces the pressure on your neck and after a few seconds his big hand loops around your tender neck like a snake. 

“Now I’ve had enough of you! I’ve told you I’m good to you as long as you follow my orders but apparently I have to show you where your place is!” He calls to you angry and presses with force his rock hard, massive cock into your dry entrance.

“Ahhh stop!” You scream in pain as you feel this thing aggressively getting in and making everything in you pound. Everything in you burns, contracts, pulsates, and hurts extremely. You have the feeling that he tears your womb into pieces and senses an unpleasant wet feeling spreading between your legs.

You know it’s not your juices, rather your blood, which promotes Ushijimas movements and helps him to penetrate deeper and more aggressively.

"Look what we did to you, if you’d listened to me, this would have been different.” You hear his strained voice behind you, as it makes you understand that here you are nothing but just a toy for him, which should obey him.

And you have to admit that if you want to get out of here alive with no pain, no visible wounds, you have to do what he tells you to do. Crying, you admit that your body is being used by a man other than your husband.

“You do it well, don’t fight back baby girl.” He praises you as his movements get sloppy and he pulls his cock out of you to spread his warm cum on your back. He proudly looks at his masterpiece before he takes a handkerchief from the nightstand and cleans himself.

Relief draws your face. While all of this seems to be over for today, even if everything in your body continues to hurt. Yet you remain anxiously lying down, as you do not dare to move and be used again by him.

But to your astonishment, you feel incredibly soft, warm lips on your shoulder blade lingering lovingly for a moment before they let go of you just to then caress your arm afterward. “You know, it doesn’t have to be like this if you don’t fight back.”, “Leave me alone!” Your voice is dull under the blanket.

“Well… until then Y/n.” One last time you feel his warm lips on your arm, as only a few seconds later you hear the door closing. Irritated, you turn around, only to find out that Ushijima is no longer there.

Deep breathing, straightening up, you pull your legs closer to your upper body and bury your head inside them.

“You know, Wakatoshi is actually a very great man.” All of a sudden you hear a voice that strangely gives you a sense of security, followed by a soft, slightly damp towel that gently moves over your back. 

With your eyes still slightly closed, you look aside to find Tendou looking at you with a wide smile and cleaning your body without even looking at your most feminine parts.

“You should be grateful he found something in you. Normally, he would take pieces of body parts from you. First a strand of hair, a finger, your tongue… Something every day until Oikawa pays his debts. But you seem to be an exception here. So don’t blame him for your husband getting you into this.” Even though his words are anything but reassuring, it is his look and tenderness with which he helps you get up into the bathroom.

"Do you understand how good he is? He lets you sleep here in a great room instead of locking you down in the dark basement. So be a good girl and listen to your new friend Tendou." He whispers in your ear with a slim grin, just before he leaves the room.

Still shaking, you let the warm water splash over your body, trying somehow to wash yourself clean and think about Tendou’s words. Somehow he is right, after all, it’s not Ushijimas fault. Oikawa is the one who lied to you, not him. Still, he didn’t treat you very kindly.

Completely torn back and forth, you go back to the bedroom, where Tendou has already re-made the bed and waits for you with a drink. “What is this, Tendou?” You ask him confused while he reaches out to you.

“Just a tea, that makes you sleep well.” He smiles and waits for you to drink the delicious-tasting tea. “Lie down, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With these words, he says goodbye and leaves you alone in the room.

You notice how your eyes get heavier, your thoughts blurred and how you suddenly collapse on the bed and fall asleep.

The next few weeks are just like your first day here. You don’t know if Ushijima enters the room every day to sleep with you or if he does it several times a day or just every few days because you don’t have a sense of time anymore.

No matter how many times you have to think of Tendou’s words, in the end, you try to defend yourself, and again everything hurts in retrospect. However, you hate your husband every day more for what he did to you and therefore feel increasingly connected to Ushijima.

It’s probably also Tendou’s words that subconsciously manipulate you. How precious you are to Ushijima. That everyone can see it and you will see and understand it as well when you finally give yourself to him.

Forget your scheming husband, who abandoned you. 'Cause, only Ushijima would be the man to please and protect you. 

Yes, it was Tendous words… Because the last time Ushijima sleeps with you, you notice how your body builds up less resistance. Ushijima knows it won’t take long before he owns you until you belong to him and not Oikawa.

Today you wear his favorite lingerie, the one in which he likes you in so much, in which he looks at you hungrily.

You’re just waiting for Ushijima to enter the room and do what he usually does to you. And when he finally enters the room, undressing wordlessly, as you go straight to your knees without resistance to take his cock in your mouth, he knows exactly that he has broken your will.

A barely visible grin draws the corner of his mouth before he approaches you and looks down into your eyes from above. “Get up. Not today.” Are the only words that come out of him while you look at him puzzled when he pulls you up by your hair. “Come with me.” He adds and points to the door, where you have asked yourself until now where this leads only to find out that this guides exactly to his bedroom.

A huge room with ground-level windows that provide a view of the snow-covered forest and a frozen river illuminate the room in an almost romantic atmosphere. It looks like the sun is about to set because the darkness is slowly coming out.

In the room is expensive furniture, a huge king-size bed, with gray-golden silk sheets. It looks so incredibly soft and the rest of the room just leaves you amazed, standing on a spot, until you feel a hand on your back moving you towards the bed.

You can feel his cold fingertips skilfully opening your bra and sliding down to the floor along your body, followed by your panties kissing the floor just seconds later. With a push, he shoves you onto his bed, which catches your body with ease and looks at you with fiery eyes.

“What do you think? Do we need it today?” His lust-filled voice resounds as he holds his cold weapon against your nipple and stares at you as he slowly strolls down to your entrance with the weapon and lingers there.

A feeling that you previously only knew at Oikawa, spreads within you. You sense the area between your legs getting wet from the cold metal, from Ushijima’s look when you pinch them together and a shudder runs along your spine.

With glowing cheeks you playfully bite your lower lip and shake your head embarrassed, your eyes focused on Ushijima’s. You don’t miss his quiet laughter when he looks into your beautiful, scattered face and knows exactly that you squeeze your legs together because you are only excited by the touch of his weapon.

That’s exactly what he wants to see, his baby girl begging for him and his cock, which only wants him and no one else. Not even her beloved husband Oikawa. Without you having to touch his cock, it grows along with the thought of making you his woman.

He would have liked to see Oikawa’s face when his beloved wife knelt for his rival without resistance, only to suck on his cock and milk him. But it is even better to know that you got involved with Ushijima, that you understand that you are his and he can take care of you much better than Oikawa.

He proudly puts the gun on his nightstand and pulls you by your legs to the edge of the bed to suck fervently on the inside of your thighs, to kiss them, and to work himself down to your entrance. 

His touches are like a drug for you, you can’t and won’t get enough of them. From these kisses that tell you he’s proud to have you. When you feel his breath on your wet walls, you shrug briefly and tilt your pelvis down. “Ushijima, that feels so good.” You moan softly and tilt your head backward as you startle with a slap on your sensitive walls.

“Ah, ah… Are you trying to be naughty again? Have you forgotten what to call me?” He hisses in a husky voice as his olive eyes come up between your legs and stare at you. “D- Daddy… Sorry, daddy…” you correct yourself and wait for the praise of Ushijima. “That’s my good baby girl.” He answers you with a grin and turns back to your walls.

His eyes are on your face as he circles his fingers around your entrance, slowly enveloping them with your juice, and watching you groan with the feeling of having his index and ring finger in you, the thumb on your clit to give you a benevolent feeling there as well.

“Daddy you’re so good to me!” You groan as you feel his fingers explore your walls and bend to meet exactly the right spot. How your cheeks gain even more warmth, your nipples become stiff and your body moves willingly, drives him crazy.

He still moves his fingers in you before he replaces his thumb with his lips and sucks on your clit, licks over it, blows against it, and starts sucking it again. “Come for me baby girl.” His voice vibrates on your skin as you feel the knot loosen inside you, your legs start to shake while squeezing his head, and your eyes roll backward. “Damn it, daddy I’m coming.” You groan as you push your pelvis further to Ushijima and cover his lips with your juice.

Without changing his expressions, he licks your delicious juice off your lips and pulls his fingers out of you just to leave a bitter void in you. He carefully inspects his fingers, which shine in the yellowish light of the lamp, and looks down at you as you lie out of breath with an open mouth in front of him, legs still shaking, beautiful for him to look at. 

“Suck on them, clean them up! Do what your daddy tells you to do.” You can feel his deep voice on your neck and how he puts his fingers in your mouth. Reflexively, you seek contact with his eyes as you begin to wrap your tongue around his fingers and suck loudly at them.

His gaze is razor-sharp as his olive-colored eyes look at you and enjoy the sight. “Tell me, baby girl, do you want my cock in you? Do you deserve it?” He wants to know from you while his fingers leave your mouth with a loud plop.

"Yes daddy, please give me your cock!" You’re begging him. This desire to absorb his length fully in you is so huge. Which only makes Ushijima happier, and makes him enter inside you piece by piece. 

Unlike the weeks before, he is so careful and gentle, making sure you don’t have any pain. "Nnngh…" You groan as you feel every vein of its length painfully spreading your inner walls. But the pain is different than usual, it is pleasant in an odd way. 

"Are you in pain baby girl? Shall I stop?" he asks rhetorically because he knows you don’t want him to leave a void in you again. 

"No, please! I want to feel your whole dick in my cunt daddy!" You say weeping and reach for his upper arms to stop him from going away from you.

Lovingly his arms wrap around your waist and pull you up so that he can get your delicate body just with one arm, holding you in the air, while his cock enters deeper into you. 

A prick spreads in your abdomen while you pinch your eyes together and bite your lip. "Nngh daddy your dick is too big…", "Oh? Too big for my pretty baby girl huh?" Interrupts his deep voice, just before he lays you gently on the bed and then squats in front of your entrance.

He gently caresses your legs before he spreads them with a little pressure, lifts them with his hands at your ankles, and presses his body against them to enter you with a loud murmur. 

Through this new angle, and by opening your legs so wide, his cock can enter you much more easily. He needs a few thrusts until his dick is wrapped in your juice and smoothly kisses your inner walls. 

With slim eyes he watches you as your breasts move up and down, his limb sinks into your sweet pussy, you lay awkwardly under him, not knowing where to put your body and the lustful feelings that want to get out of you. A sight that satisfies him incredibly and makes his member twitch in you. "Look, you are such a beautiful baby girl for me."

Even if you think it’s great that Ushijima praises you so much and gently touches your body, you want him to get rough and aggressive again. Because strangely enough, you have to admit that you find his rough nature as attractive and masculine and how he controls you.

"Ahh I want everything from you, show me you’re my strong daddy." You whine while tilting your head backward. "Oh? You want me to be rough with you? Well…" You hear his astonished deep voice as he begins to enter you faster and deeper.

"Nnngh so good, so good." You groan loudly at his sloppy, more aggressive thrusts, and feel his balls clap against your skin at every thrust. 

"Tell me how good it feels to have my dick inside of you Y/n." his husky voice sounds through the room, accompanied by the damp sound of your skin coming together. 

"So good daddy! Your massive cock feels so good in me, there’s no one who can fill me as perfectly as you!" You purr and push your pelvis deeper into the duvet to feel his limb even better in you.

With each powerful thrust, he hits just the right spot in you that takes you to the edge of your climax. 

"I wonder what he'd do if he knew you were with me right now." With a lustful look, he faces you while these words leave his mouth.

For a moment your eyes widen in panic because you have completely forgotten your husband. But what kind of husband is he, if he leaves you alone for weeks. 

"Tell me, baby girl, what would you do if he knew that you were with me and so willingly give yourself into me? Admitting that only I can really satisfy your needs, huh?" Hungry, his hand wanders from your ankle down to your neck and presses it lightly.

His big hand adorns your neck so beautifully. This feeling of power that is spreading within him, leads him to distribute his load within you soon. “I… don’t know…” You answer him, torn back and forth, since you would never want to see how broken and hurt Oikawa would be if he saw you with another man. But on the other hand, he abandoned you, lied to you, and Ushijima was the one who cared for you and didn’t kill you for the debts Oikawa has on him.

“I don’t think Oikawa would be so happy to see us here, huh? The way you so wonderfully wrap and squeeze around my cock. That feels so good baby girl. So tell me, who makes you happy? Who can make you orgasm?” He wants to know while he’s fucking your brains out.

You don’t know what to say anymore, you just know that your whole body is burning with lust, that this knot that has newly formed is tightening up harder as you know exactly that you will come any moment.

“Who, give me the name that makes you happy! I won’t let you come before you answer me.” Demands Ushijima, when even before he can finish his sentence you call his name. “Ushijima!”, “The whole name!” he orders again while slapping your breast, and again his name comes out under your trembling voice. “Ushijima Wakatoshi!” you cry out. 

“My name sounds so wonderful when you say it so needy. I’m going to shoot my cum so deep into your womb that you’re carrying my fucking kid Y/n Oikawa, or should I call you Y/n Ushijima from now on?” His voice is also getting throaty as his movements get harder so that you can’t hold back your voice any longer. 

Your walls contract and the knot in you, just like your mouth loosens and makes you roll your eyes backward in an incredibly benevolent desire.“Haaah Ushijima! I’m coming!” 

“Come for your daddy baby girl!” He growls almost animalistic as he accelerates his movements and presses his thick sperm into you with a loud moan. Out of breath, he collapses on you, his cock still twitches in you and remains there, so that his sperm stays in you.

Sweat drips down his temple, his skin sticks to yours, as you feel his breath loud and restless in the crook of your neck. The room, which had smelled so fresh earlier, now smells of sweat and sperm.

You feel so good with his warm body on top of you, his soft hair tickling your neck, and the loving kisses he spreads on your body while leaving little hickeys, to mark you as his.

But what you don’t notice is that Tendou, Semi, and especially Oikawa are standing in the door frame. Broken, his face dressed in tears he looks at you. His mouth glued with tape he tries to pull himself out of the clutches of the two men holding him. To get to you, to his most beloved precious wife, to tear you away from this monster. In vain.

But unlike you, Ushijima knew that Oikawa had been standing in the door for several minutes and watched him fuck his beloved woman. Taking the most important thing in his life will pay off any debt he owes. Having such a beautiful woman by his side is better than any money he can get.

“Get him down to the basement... and take the ring off of him. Because there’s no husband and wife Oikawa anymore. Y/n belongs to me… You’ll be a Ushijima soon.” His cold voice lies in the air as he reaches for your hand, pulls off the ring, and kisses you on the now-empty ring spot, his olive-colored eyes fixed on yours the whole time.

For a moment, you think you need to cry now that you know Oikawa’s heart has been shattered into thousands of pieces. However, these tears do not come. Without even looking at him, Oikawa is taken away by the men. 

Lost in your thoughts, you rub your thumb over the empty ring spot. But even before you can think about anything, Ushijima’s fingers make sure that you look him directly into the suddenly so warm eyes. 

“Y/n… You don’t have to be afraid anymore. No one will touch or hurt you, I’ll make sure of it. You belong with me now, my pretty baby girl.” His last words are so quiet that you can hardly understand them before he bends forward to give you a warm kiss that is full of love and passion, for the first time. “My pretty girl.” 

You don’t know if you would feel guilty if you looked Oikawa in the eye, or hate, or even feel nothing. But you know one thing…

You’re not Y/n Oikawa anymore.

#haikyuu smut #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #hqhq server collab #haikyuu x reader #tw noncon #tw force #tw gun play #tw breath play #tw violence #tw blood #tw manipulation #tw dark content #tw dark fic

[artistsfuneral]

I want to make it a habit to just write down the scenes I have going through my head. So here you go :D 

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 Priscilla let out a long, melodic hum as she settled down on the picnic blanket next to Jaskier. One leg up, the other stretched out, the skirt of her blue dress rode up and barely covered her thighs anymore. She didn't correct it, because Priscilla was confident like that and apart from Jaskier and a flock of birds in the sky, no one else was around. „I'm not sure how to react, Jules. That's an awful lot to take in,“ she admitted, always honest and open with her thoughts. Exactly why Jaskier had asked her to accompany him.

They were sitting in an unkempt yard, surrounded by grass and weed tall enough to hide them from the rest of the world. Pegasus and Calanthe were roaming through the shrubbery, chasing birds and barking the squirrels in the trees. Jaskier echoed Priscilla's hum absentmindedly, his fingers fiddling with the old key chain in his hands. The two friends silently looked at the house in front of them. Originally build as a farmhouse, over the years it had been changed into more of an old cottage with heavy stone walls on the outside but the comfort of a cozy home on the inside. Large windows and wild rose bushes between the growing weeds made it look like it came right out of a fairy tale. Obviously in need of a renovation, it was a lovely house.

Jaskier pulled his knees to his chest and let out a sigh. He and Priscilla had spend their morning walking through every room of the cottage and exploring the huge property that it came with. His heart ached.

“It certainly would be,” Priscilla started, frowning at the mossy roof, “a lot of work. Like- months worth of work. You'd need to hire professionals. I have watched enough fixer-upper shows to know that most old houses have horrible pipes and plumbing. And you'd need to install heaters, air conditioning, fix the roof, new kitchen, new bathrooms.” She stopped and scrunched up her nose. “That's a lot of money, Jules.”

“I know, Priss. But gramma knew too and she covered for it. She knew how much I loved her house, so she set up her will so that I could afford it.” Priscilla bumped her shoulder against Jaskier's in a silent support. Growing up together, she knew how much Jaskier's grandmother meant to him, how close they had been. “If I- If I take the house and decide to live in it, all of her money would go to me. If not it's going to be shared between my family.”

“Would it be enough?” She asked and Jaskier nodded. “Certainly. Her lawyer could only tell me the amount of her main bank account and that was already good enough. But I know she has at least a second one, she didn't want Mom to find out about.” Priscilla made a face. “Don't get me wrong, but I still can't understand how someone so kind and smart could be a mother of... well, bog goblin seems like a good definition.” Jaskier broke into a fit of laughter, Priscilla had never pretended to like his mother. She was quite right to call her a bog goblin.

“Gramma always said: If you want your spawn to turn out right, you either concentrate on a single one or have enough that one doesn't stand out anymore.”

“Your parents didn't follow that tradition, did they?”

Jaskier gaped at her. “Fuck you! I am a delight to be with!” He yowled, before they both started laughing uncontrollably, attracting Pegasus and Calanthe's attention. Jaskier ended up sprawled out on the picnic blanket with Pegasus lying on top of him, the huge dog covering nearly all of his body, while Priscilla had taken Calanthe into her lap and rewarded the fine lady with soft scritches. “So,” she picked up the conversation again. “You have the house you always wanted. You have the money to make said house into your home. The yard would be big enough to keep chickens and some watch-geese. You could have your own vegetable garden and repair the greenhouse. If you don't spend too much of your grandmother's savings all at once, you could even finish your book, get it published and start writing for a publisher. Together with your music and your blog, you should be able to afford living. And yet I don't see you jumping up and down in excitement, despite this being the life you always wanted to have.” She turned around to look at Jaskier. “What is going on in that head of yours, Jules?”

Jaskier huffed out a breath and planted a kiss on Pegasus wet nose. “Geralt.”

“Oh. But I thought you two were so good together?”

“We are and that's the problem. The house is so far away from the city, I don't think it would work. I mean, we're close to the stables, so he could come visit me after work every now and then. But he has Ciri as his first priority and I could never ask him to decide between spending time with her or me. Besides, I already love her so much and I think she really likes me too and moving here would mean that I wouldn't be able to spend that much time with her anymore. The only way this would be able to work was if I asked them to move with me, but I just- I can't ask them to do so much, just because of a stupid house.”

“The only thing that's stupid about this is you,” Priscilla blurted out.

“Wha-”

“Think about it! Of course Geralt would say yes! You've been together for three years, he absolutely adores you to no end, Ciri is a hellfire of a child, she would love it out here in the open. You said it yourself, Geralt's workplace is not far and if Ciri will change to middle school soon anyways, until then you can find one that's close by. The dogs would love it here and you'd be living your dream.” She fell quiet again, letting Jaskier work through his thoughts.

“Do you really think it could work?”

“Yes.”

.

#artistsfuneral about the witcher #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #priscilla #witcher #mini fic #cottagecore #projecting onto jaskier until i suddenly have a rich grandma that gives me her cottage #spoilers: geralt and ciri love the cottage ciri gets a tree house and eskel gifts them a goat #a year later jaskier and geralt marry in the garden of their cottage

[theyanderespecialist]

YANDERE MASTER LIST 2021+ RULES

-Rules-

.No Sex Scene with any characters 16 or younger

.No World Leaders or Real People such as youtubers or Celebrities

.Keep It At Least DUB CON or less

-What You Can Request Supporting Hints-

1: Genders and Genderbents

.You may have the reader be, (Male, Female, No Binary Or Transgender) (If Transgender say born as (Fill in birth gender) Identifies (Fill in Gender they identify as)

.Genderbents you make take a character from the list of fandoms bellow and ask if you want them to be the rule 63 aka genderbent version of themselves (Like with Superman Clark Kent being genderbent to Superwoman Claire Kent and anything else)

2: Sexuality

.You can Have Reader be Any sexuality there is (Straight, Bisexual, Pansexual, Gay, Lesbian, Asexual, and so on)

.Same with Characters from Fandoms. Since they are fiction you may make them any sexuality you want (Kinda obvious a yandere is yandere for whatever gender)

3: Roles and AU's

.You can make reader be anything (From Superhero to royalty, from homeless to Villain anything really may it be headcanons or scenarios I even had one story I made reader a chess champion so anything and everything (Except racist and pedo and rapist Obviously)

.Same with the characters from fandoms (Like I have Made priest characters, Dad characters, professors, serial killers and more, anything excpet those three things is good to go)

.You can do au request of like a fandom in a fantasy world or au's with soulmates and so on.

4: OCS

.Yes yes there is OCS and we do better me and my co author writing smut for them here they are

.Marie (My co author as her oc based off of her)

.Mark (My co author with Rule 63 genderbent of her based of her if she was a man)

.Michelle (My Oc based off of me EpicnessQueen)

5: Poly Relationships AKA Sharing

.Yes you can be in a poly relationship where two or more yanderes are dating each other and have the same darling

.Sharing where to yandere decide to share the same darling

-Headcanons-

.You all know how this goes by now but for anyone new. You can ask for headcanons in many different ways with the rules above and also how they deal with any type of reader like even suicidal or yandere from sharing to single it all works.

-Scenarios-

.You can ask for a scenario like (Darling finds out (List of yanderes you want) is yandere for them or anything really.

-Questions aka Q AND A-

.How would (Insert yandere or yanderes) Be like as yandere, propose what pet names they have for darling and any other questions you have in mind for the yanderes

NOW ONTO THE MASTER LIST OF 2021

-Animes-

Bleach (Seen all the anime almost)

Naruto (Seen all the anime)

Naruto Shippudin (Seen a good amount of it)

Tokyo Ghoul (Only in season 1 right now)

Black Butler (Seen most of it)

Ouran High School Host Club (Seen all the anime and manga)

Attack On Titan (Seen First two seasons)

Death Note (Seen Most Of The Anime)

One Piece (Seen a LOT OF IT)

One Punch-Man (Got The Gist Of It)

Fruit Basket (Read all the manga got to watch the new anime)

Rosario Vampire (Seen season 1)

Vampire Knight (Seen all the anime)

Cells at Work (Watching Season 1 now)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Know The Gist of it)

Future Diary (Seen most of it)

Kamigami No Asobi (Seen all of it)

-Horror Themed Ones-

Movies (TV Series will be after)

A Nightmare On Elm Street (Seen Most Of these movies)

Alien (Seen All Of Them)

Alien VS Predator

The Boy

Candyman

Carrie (Only the Original )

Child's Play (Seen the original one in 1988 not the sequels and will now do the remake)

Children Of The Corn

Deep Blue Sea (both)

Dracula

Evil Dead (2013 Remake)

The Exorcist

Final Detestation (Only The Third One)

Frankenstein

Freddy VS Jason (GO JASON!!!!)

Friday The 13th (All of Them)

Get Out

The Grudge

Halloween (Seen Them All)

Hannibal

Hannibal Rising

Harry Potter (All Eight movies)

Hellraiser (All of them but cannot remember most of them)

I know What You Did Last Summer (Seen it once)

IT (Original 2 parts and part 1 of the 2017 remake)

Jaws

Jeepers Creepers (1 and 2)

Meat Train

Orphan (Seen once)

Pet Sematary

The Phantom Of The Opera

Predator (All Of Them)

Prom Night

Psycho (The first and second one)

The Purge (first one)

The Ring (2002)

Saw (All Of Them)

Scream (Just first one)

The Shining

The Silence Of The Lambs

Silent Hill (First One)

Silent Hill (1999)

Split (Yes it is under Horror)

Sweeney Todd: The Demon On Fleet Street (Can't remember which one)

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Of Them)

Village of The Damned

When A stranger Calls

The Wolf Man

Wrong Turn (Some of them I cannot remember )

Zombieland

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Next the tv shows which is shorter for reasons (Dont question me)

Bates Motel

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hannibal

The Walking Dead

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Horror Games as I now a lot of you will want that :D

Alice The Madness Returns

Baldi's Basics

Bendy and The Ink Machine (Half of it so far)

Corpse Party (The First One)

Danganropa (all of 1 and some of 2 and 3)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Emily Wants To Play

Five Nights at Freddy (ALL OF THEM)

Hello Neighbor

Little Nightmares

Lucius (The First One)

Mad Father

Misao

Resident Evil 2 (The Remake)

Resident Evil 7

Soon To Be Resident Evil 8 Village (As soon as I can see it yasssssssssss tall vampire lady step on me!)

Ride With Strangers

Silent Hill (A Couple of Them)

Unforgiving The Northern Hymen

Until Dawn

We Happy Few

Welcome To The Game (1 and 2)

-Various Other Fandoms-

(Games)

Dream Daddy

Bully

(TV Shows)

Avatar The Last Air Bender (Not The Legend Or Korra)

Grey's Anatomy

Law and Order SVU

Prodigal Son

The Blacklist

Breaking Bad

Criminal Minds

Bones

Sherlock

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

DR. Who

Good Omens

Once Upon A Time

South Park

(Movies)

How To Train Your Dragon (Both Movies and TV and Netflix series)

Rise Of The Guardians

-Dead By Daylight-

all killers most survivors

-Outlast, Outlast Whistlerblower Outlast 2-

all characters

-Overwatch-

all characters playable or not

-Disney/Pixar-

all characters will not do the live action remakes

-Star Wars-

Most characters so far

-Degrees Of Lewdity-

All important non playable characters

-Borderlands-

all

-Greek Gods, Tales and Mythology-

everything even fucking Greek monsters as long as age is met

-hetalia-

all 1ps all 2ps and all their nyotalia and cattalia

-creepypastas-

most of them

-DC And Marvel-

Most of the characters

-Team Fortress 2-

All characters.

Well I think that is it for this year master list I may add to it but this is it right now. Please Enjoy and stay sexy!] 

#yandere #yandere masterlist #yandere fandoms #yandere overwatch #yandere team fortress 2 #yandere hetalia #yandere greek mythology #yandere dc #yandere marvel #yandere creepypastas #yandere disney #yandere pixar #yandere dead by daylight #yandere outlast #yandere animes #Yandere Horror Movies #yandere horror games #yandere horror

[potatotrash0]

Hey idk if youve done this alreadh but im curious about your body headcanons for the sdr2 cast!! An anon sent some in for characters previously (the one where they said things like angie has vitiligo and stuff-i love them and they really stuck with me haha) and i wanna know your headcanons!! :D

Hmhmm this one I might be listing off the spot lmao. I feel like my hcs are mostly just. Common hcs but hey I never said I wasn’t basic skdjksjdks

cw for. Everyone. Yeah kdjfksjdks

Hajime…..I like to think he’s slightly buff? Maybe that’s not the right word. Toned? Idk, I hc that he jumps around hobbies a lot because he wants to find something he’s good at, so that includes sports. I like the idea that a few stick with him, like swimming and basketball. I imagine he also has light scrapes and scars on his legs from falling, both with skateboarding and general Clumsy Shit.

Also this one switches a lot but with Trans Hajime, I can see him with top surgery scars.

Oh ah, I like freckled Hajime!! It’s cute. This one goes with the sports hc, but I like the idea that he’s kinda tanned. Entirely unrelated but I also like the idea that he has calluses from playing guitar.

Chiakiii!! She’s soft bc I said so. Specifically her thighs, arms and stomach + some stretch marks. And moles all over. Projecting big time onto a cute fictional girl, call that self care <333 /j

uhh other than that, I imagine she has bags under her eyes from staying up late gaming. Also tan Chiaki my love. Shh I know she probably doesn’t go outside for days on end. In my defense I tan easily and I imagine she does too. Again with the projection. Shhhh

Oh oh!!!! I forgot to mention but!!!! Chiaki gets a ton of moles. I saw the boob mole and went !!!!!! fellow mole haver!!!!!! and went nuts. This is the one weird niche entirely irrelevant thing that can get me to like a character, just. Being able to point at them and jump up and down with joy over them also having moles. Idk why it’s just therapeutic <33

Nagito’s bony. Skinny mf. Could probably cut cheese with his elbows. Maybe grate it on his collarbones. Cuddling with him would be a fight to see if you can find a position that doesn’t end with something poking you in the gut. I mean this affectionately, he’s bony as shit but he’s my bony fucker <3

Pale asf, sunburns if he’s in the sun for more than two minutes. His eye bags could hold the entirety of his life’s trauma. Sharpest features ever. Sometimes I hc that he looks greasy, and other times I hc that he looks ethereally pretty in a ghostly way. Either way he always looks like he’s had the soul sucked out of him by a Dementor.

You can probably definitely see the veins in his hands. They’re. Very There. Also I’ve brought this up before but he definitely has big ass hands. L a r g e hands, all the better to head pat you with. This was originally so much more pining but I decided no I’ve exposed myself enough on this blog skfjksjdkd

Oh last minute thing, I think he’d be tall as fuck. Specifically 6’0 or taller. Also he probably (definitely) has at least a few scars from his childhood, particularly that plane crash. And I like to think he has glasses when he’s older. I’m so sorry that his section is so long I have so many thoughts about him ;;;;;

Okay uhh Imposter? Mmm. Idk actually. I do think they’d have callused fingers but soft hands. Probably from having to adapt to using a ton of different talents for their Imposter Agenda. Also stretch marks probably, all over their body.

Teruteru uhhhhh. God. Can you tell I don’t think about some characters ;;;;; Idk I don’t have much that differs from canon. I like him. Oh but he probably has cook hands? Chef hands, whatever you wanna call them. Probably faint scars from cuts and burns from when he was still learning how to cook from his mama.

Mahiru……hmm well freckles obviously dkjfksjd. I think she’s tanned as well since I feel like she likes sunlit shots. Idk I don’t have much. I like to think she’s got a stockier body type though.

Also not necessarily her body but I like her with an undercut!

Peko’s buff <3 it’s canon <333 /j

N ee way yeah. Buff Peko my love. Also she probably has a few scars from handling her sword when she was younger and less experienced. I also feel like she would have contacts she wears when she trains bc fuck exercising with glasses

I don’t really have anything for Hiyoko until she gets her growth spurt. Afterwards, I imagine she’s tall and kinda thin? Mainly bc of fast metabolism probably, though when she’s older maybe she’d be a little less spindly.

I don’t know if her hair would be bleached or not, but if it were, I like the idea of her letting her actual hair color grow in. If not, I think Ibuki might help her try a few sections of dyed hair? Idk I just like the thought

Ibuki is a fellow bony bitch. I mean this lovingly. She’s skin and bone. Skeleton rocker lady

Probably tan, I imagine she spends a lot of time in the sun. She strikes me as a summer person. Oh, I also saw some art of Black Ibuki with vitiligo and loved that!! Also calluses from shredding guitar, obviously

Hmmm I like the idea that she rollerskates? So possibly some bruises or scars on her arms or legs from falling on concrete when she was still learning. Oh oh I imagine she has a ton of piercings!!! On her ears, nose, lips, brows, tongue, belly button…….maybe she has a split tongue too idk. Also she totally gets a ton of tattoos when she’s outta Hope’s Peak, prove me wrong.

Mikan uhhh. I like tall Mikan. She deserves the height. 5’8 to 6’0 Mikan good 👍

Hmm she probably has scars all over, particularly on her arms and legs. Uh. Idk I imagine she’s curvy probably. What do I say for her I don’t have anything skjdksjdks

I’m not even gonna lie I don’t have a damn thing for Nekomaru. Or. Wait nevermind here’s a concept: buff Nekomaru but like. If you’ve seen those wrestlers who have fat on them that hides some fucking crazy strength? Yeah that’s him. Also hairy asf.

Gundham……tall vampire vibes. I’d say he’s a stick but also I feel like he’s the slim type of muscular. Idk how to describe it. Shigaraki type muscle? Male gymnast. No nevermind those guys have visible muscle. Shigaraki type it is

Hmmm I think this is canon but probably a few scratches from his pets. His arms and legs mainly but I’m sure the Devas have scratched up his neck at some point or another. Just a little though. Also piercing fiend Gundham my beloved. I also like him having a couple tattoos when he’s older. Ibuki probably helped him heheh

I’m torn between Fuyuhiko being skinny as shit and Fuyuhiko being tiny and buff. I like both………hhh

His hair is probably bleached. Peko probably helps him re-dye it when his roots start growing in. I also like him having glasses

Uhhh tooth gap Fuyu’s cute. I used to have a super small one before I got my braces, I imagine it’s the same for him. Him, Ibuki, and Gundham are probably Tattoo Buds.

Kazuichi…..I want so bad to say he’s a weakling just to make fun of him but he’s a mechanic that probably works with heavy machine parts a lot and he probably has some sick biceps. But he probably also smells like hair dye, oil, metal, and Monster Energy. Win lose situation I guess.

I like to think he has a couple piercings? Not as many as Ibuki, but maybe he’s got like. Second or third place in the class. Also he totally filed his teeth to be sharp like that

Akane!! Buff lady, could probably deadlift me or something. She’s definitely got some scars from running around, especially when she was first learning parkour. Ummm oh, I like to think she has a chipped tooth or smth like that from falling roughly as a kid.

Soniaa <33 in my heart she will always be tall and have at least some muscle. Novoselic is a war country if I remember correctly, she’s definitely got some military training in her.

Idk why but her with heterochromia just popped into my head. That pretty greenish blue gray that she has + maybe brown or hazel? I think that’d be cool. And hip dips.

#ask to tag #em answers #anonymous #danganronpa #sdr2 #sdr2 spoilers #ohhhh boy here come character tags #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #ultimate imposter #teruteru hanamura #peko pekoyama #mahiru koizumi #hiyoko saionji #ibuki mioda #mikan tsumiki #gundham tanaka #nekomaru nidai #akane owari #sonia nevermind #kazuichi souda #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #cake dont look #rigi dont look #swearing cw #b word cw #scars cw #bruises cw

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Serendipity

 

note: this story is inspired by how I, when I traveled to DC, picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. I obviously didn’t meet Jake in the process, but it was still pretty memorable. (actually it was a fckn nightmare, but I can laugh about it now) anyway, here’s some nerdy Jake for you, enjoy :)

pairing: Jake Tapper x female Reader

words: 4.8 k

warnings: swearing, mild smut, questionable star wars references (blame my bf, those are his takes)

 

serendipity

/ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti/

noun

1. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

 

“Cmon, open, you stupid thing.” You muttered, fumbling with the lock of your suitcase. You were supposed to be at the job interview in only three hours and you needed to get ready and change into professional attire soon. But said outfit was in your suitcase and the lock was obviously jammed.

Against your better judgement, you started rummaging through your small hotel room in search of something to break the lock with. The rational part of your brain knew that this wasn’t necessarily a good idea, but you were desperate. This job was the opportunity of a lifetime and you’d be damned if you turned up there looking anything but your best.

You finally found a small knife hidden in a drawer of the wardrobe. You didn’t even want to think about how it got there, but you couldn’t afford to be picky now. You tried sticking the blade between the two pieces of the lock, when you suddenly realized something. The luggage tag was dark green. This wasn’t your suitcase. Fuck.

You were on your feet in a second, taking your phone and calling the airport hotline. You needed this handled, fast. You described the situation in all its direness to a pretty unimpressed lady from the service hotline. She told you that there hasn’t been any luggage left behind that fit the description, which could only mean that whoever the owner of the suitcase in your hotel room was, they likely made the same mistake and took yours home with them. You mentally slapped yourself for buying that unremarkable black suitcase, thinking that should’ve gone for red or another flashy color instead.

“You still have to come back to the service terminal and hand over the luggage item you falsely took with you, ma’am.” The woman told you, still sounding terribly bored. Her job probably wasn’t the most exciting one.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You quickly hung up, grabbing the suitcase in question as well as your purse before sprinting out of the door.  You hailed the first cab you saw in front of your downtown DC hotel.

“To the airport and make it fast please.” You told the driver the second you got into the backseat, dumping the suitcase between your legs.

Lucky for you, traffic was flowing and the trip to the airport didn’t take too long, but you still checked the time every two seconds, your fingers thrumming nervously against the cab window.

Finally at the airport, you threw the money at the cab driver before jumping out of the car and running into the terminal, your eyes scanning the giant hall for the luggage service desk. The second you spotted it; you made your way over. Getting closer, you couldn’t ignore a deep, aggressive voice sounding over the usual buzz of the arrival hall.

“No, ma’am, no you listen to me now. This suitcase is of tremendous importance, the documents in there are incredibly valuable. I want it to be taken care of right now.”

The voice belonged to a man standing in front of the service counter, and judging by the way he was gesticulating, he was pretty angry. But what really drew your attention to the guy was what was next to him. Your suitcase. You ran towards it, dragging its identical twin behind you.

“Sir, excuse me, I think we both have something the other person could be interested in.” you panted, slightly breathless from running.

The man whirled around to face you, and for a moment you were totally struck by how handsome he was. He appeared to be several years older than you, but his grey hair, tall stature and commanding presence made for a really attractive appearance. Also, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you had seen him before, but you couldn’t place him for the life of you. He looked at you for a brief moment before his eyes shot to the piece of luggage next to you.

“Oh, thank god.” He exclaimed, and almost yanked the suitcase out of your hands. "Next time, watch out whose luggage you’re taking.” He snapped. That’s rich, you thought, as if he hadn’t picked up the wrong one as well.

"Hey, no need to be rude.” You muttered, but he didn’t hear you, he was already back to talking the woman behind the service counter,hopefully explaining that everything was solved now and saving you some time. Your own suitcase was still standing next to the stranger, so you decided to just take it.

“You both still need to fill out this form, Ma’am, Sir.” The woman said, and both of you groaned but complied. After hastily scribbling down your details, you bid the lady goodbye and ran back to the cab rank.

The clock was ticking, you still had to get back to the city to make it to your interview in time. A quick look onto your watch confirmed your fears, it already was too late to go back to the hotel, you had to change in a restroom somewhere. You contemplated and decided to take a ride back into the city first and find an opportunity to change there before the commuters would block the freeway.

A cab was pulling up and you already made your way over when suddenly, the man who took your suitcase cut you in line and opened the door of the car. You were not having that, raising your voice to call him out.

“Hey, Mister, that was my cab. You better get in line.”

 “I’m in a hurry, I have to be on air in an hour.” He snapped back, but you were unimpressed.

 “You could be needed in the damn White House in an hour for all I care, I have a job interview, and this is my cab, so step back.” You were usually a patient person, but this guy has been testing you too much already. He raised his hands in a mock defensive gesture before speaking up again.

“Maybe we could split the cab. Where do you need to go?”

 “CNN headquarters.” You replied reluctantly, it wasn’t like where you were headed was any of this mans concern.

 “Interesting, that just happens to be my destination as well.” The stranger mused, now grinning at you. “So, how does splitting the cab sound?”

You begrudgingly agreed and sat down next to him in the backseat. As the engine started going, so did the wheels in your head. He had said that he had to be on air, and he needed to get to CNN as well. Oh…

 “What did you say your name was again?” you asked, nervousness now fairly evident in your voice.

 “It’s Jake. Tapper.” He said, mockingly extending his hand.

Well Shit. That’s why his face has been so oddly familiar.

You quickly introduced yourself as well, awkwardly shaking the offered hand.
“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you with those glasses.” You added meekly, feeling like dying of mortification. As it happened to be, the position you were aiming for was with the politics department of CNN, and while Tapper wasn’t your potential boss, he definitely was a big shot, being the lead Washington Anchor and everything. Great first impression.

“So, you said you have a job interview at CNN?” he asked, a hint of smugness in his voice. He could clearly sense your embarrassment. “Which department?”

 You were definitely blushing now. “Politics.”

"Oh, well best of luck then, hopefully we’ll be colleagues soon.” He said, and you couldn’t make out if he was being serious or just messing with you.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, you checked the notes you prepared for the interview one last time and if the man next to you was aware of what you were doing, he didn’t care, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. His presence did nothing to calm your fluttering nerves, your leg was twitching like crazy, and he noticed.

“Settle down.” He said quietly without looking up from his phone. His deep voice had a soothing effect, calming you for a brief moment.

When the cab pulled up in front of the CNN building, Jake got out first and held the door for you. Your nervousness came rushing back with a vengeance as you laid eyes on the big red sign over the entrance.

“When you get in, it’s the first elevator on the right, 5th floor.” Jake said, giving you a sharp nod before disappearing into the crowd filtering in and out of the huge glass doors. He could’ve at least said goodbye, you thought.

You quickly made your way inside, there was only half an hour remaining and you still had to find a spot to change, preferably one with a mirror because you certainly looked wild after all that running around. Luckily, there was a spacious restroom right next to the elevator and after you put on your work attire and a bit of makeup, you felt slightly better equipped for the task ahead of you.

+++

 The interview went incredibly well, so well that you did a little happy dance on your way back to the elevator, the relief and hope for getting the job putting a pep in your step.

You rode back down to the lobby, where you decided to treat yourself with a nice caramel Frappuccino from the coffee cart. You were just about to get your purse out to pay when a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“Here, let me get this. And a black coffee please.”

Jake Tapper stepped up beside you and put the required money on the counter. He looked like he had just come off air, there was still a smudge of studio makeup on the collar of his dress shirt, and his hair was meticulously styled.

Again, his presence was slightly unsettling to you, even more so with him being in his anchor attire. Before you could reply anything, he grabbed your cup, which was almost overflowing with whipped cream and syrup, from the barista and handed it to you with a slightly disgusted expression on his face. “I wanted to pay for this atrocity of a beverage to make up for my rude behavior earlier, but now I’m doubtful if I’m really doing you a favor.”

“To be quite honest, I pity you for drinking black coffee while I can enjoy this.” You replied, taking a deep sip of the drink, sighting as its delicious sweetness covered your tongue. “But thank you.” You added. “Everything is forgiven, you were just as stressed out as I was.”

Jake watched you with an unreadable expression for a moment before he opened his mouth again. “Still, my apologies. The documents in the suitcase were of a very delicate nature, a source gave them to me, they could’ve caused quite some trouble in the wrong hands.” He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of how to continue.

“Anyway, how did the interview go?” he asked, his voice bare of any teasing now.

“It went pretty well, I’d say. They told me I’m going to hear from them in about a week, which is good, that way I’d still have another three weeks to pack up my life in Phoenix and move here should they offer me the position.”

“Phoenix, huh.” Jake remarked, taking a sip from his own coffee. “That’s a long way. What made you decide to apply for a job that would require you to move all across the country?”

 

“Phoenix is great, but its Phoenix, you know. Things are different down there, slow-paced, you always feel like you’ll never be on the frontline, especially when it comes to covering politics. And DC is where the magic happens, so it was the only logical choice for me.” You replied.

 “Well, I can’t argue with that. But make sure you’ll bring a coat with you should you get the job, compared to Phoenix, DC is artic.” Jake noted, the glint of humor making his eyes appear warm and open. He really looked handsome when he smiled, you noticed, there were little wrinkles around his eyes and his teeth were perfectly straight and white.

 “I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m sure I’ll find something to keep myself warm once I’m here.” You said, looking directly at him. Somehow, this man brought out your flirtatious side.

He chuckled again, a low and pleasant sound. It sounded downright sexy, and you could feel a small shiver going down your spine. He and reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, retrieving a pen. He scribbled something onto one of the paper napkins that had come with your coffee order and handed it to you.

 “If you get the job, just contact me and I’ll make sure you have every amenity you need to properly settle in.” he said, and by now he was blatantly flirting with you, something you did not mind at all.

 “I’ll be sure to stay in touch, Mr. Tapper.” You spoke. “But I have to run now. Thanks for the drink.”

 “Goodbye, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m looking forward to giving you the grand tour on your first day here. And it’s Jake, please.”

 +++

 You got the job. The next weeks were a blur of goodbyes, moving boxes and apartment hunting. You barely had a moment to breathe, and it was only when you packed your final stuff into your black suitcase that you remembered Jake Tapper, and that you were supposed to contact him. You had kept the napkin with his number in your purse, and when you fished it out and dialed, your heart sped up, fluttering like a bird inside your chest.

You hung up before even hearing the first ring. What you were trying to achieve with this call? He had been clearly flirting with you back in DC, and now you were about to start working for the network he basically was the face of. And yes, he was funny and attractive, but getting tangled up with the big star before you even got a foot in the door there didn’t sound like the best idea.

You decided to let it slide. Your career came first now, you had worked too hard to let a fling get in the way of that.

 +++

 The first day was a crazy whirlwind of impressions and faces, and when you finally settled into your little secluded work booth, you felt a tad overwhelmed by all the input. You were about to set up a little framed picture of your parents, when you felt someone approaching your desk. Before you could turn around, a coffee cup was placed in front of you, filled to the brim with whipped cream and all kinds of toppings and syrup.

“I didn’t remember your exact order, so I just requested the one that looked the most repugnant.” A deep voice said from behind you, and your heart started beating faster. It was Jake Tapper. “You didn’t call.” He stated. “I had to find out through the grapevine that you got the position.”

 “Thank you for the coffee, this actually looks perfect. And I’m really sorry for not calling, the last weeks have been crazy, I just forgot.” You lied, trying to look as apologetic as possible.

 He leaned onto the edge of your desk, his arm crossed in front of his chest. He looked really good, still in his casual clothes, his hair falling into his face. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and the look he was giving you was so intense that you felt your palms starting to get sweaty. You felt your resolve not to get involved with him crumble more with every minute in his presence.

 “No offense taken.” He said, and the timbre of his voice made goosebumps break out on your arms. “Unfortunately, it’s already too late for me to give you the office tour. But let me make it up to you. Drinks, tonight after work?”

You decided to have some of fun with him, he was acting a bit too self-assured for your liking. You stretched your arms out above your head and let out a yawn. “Today was so busy, I just need to go home and get some sleep. But how about you ask me later again that week, maybe I’ll be free then.”

 For a brief moment, Jakes eyes were transfixed on your thin blouse stretching over your chest, just like you intended. There was a voice in the back of your head, screaming at you to stop acting stupid and turn the man down. But you ignored it, he was too intriguing, too alluring to just send him away.

Jakes eyes snapped back to your face.

“I’m sure we can find another day. I’ll just visit you again.” He said, giving you another intense look.

“Sounds good for me. I have to finish unpacking everything now, but thanks again for the coffee.” You smiled cheekily, scooping up a dollop of whipped cream with your finger and sticking it into your mouth.

 There was just the smallest hitch in Jakes breath, but you noticed. Strike, you thought gleefully. “I’ll see you around then.” He said, his voice slightly stained, before he disappeared in a hurry.

 You leaned back into your chair with a smug grin, taking a deep sip of your hot beverage. That went surprisingly well. You pushed the nagging thought that getting into something with him was not a good idea aside. A couple of drinks wouldn’t hurt.

 +++

You felt a small sense of triumph when Jake already returned the next day.

“For a man who claimed to be so busy back at the airport, you certainly have a lot of free time to visit me.” You greeted him with a cheeky grin.

“I was on this floor, so I thought I’d stop by to say Hi.” Jake said. He was wearing his glasses today and it was doing crazy things to your body. You weren’t sure if you could reject another invitation, but still decided to play it cool.

 “Well, lucky me, I guess. Hi. No coffee today?” you asked, giving him a little fake pout.

 “I see, I already spoiled you.” Jake chuckled, but his eyes were affectionate.

 “You could make it up to me, though, maybe by buying me a drink tonight after work?” The smile that flashed over Jakes face made you forget any regret you might have felt about giving in so soon. Being the reason he smiled like that felt really good.

“It would be my pleasure. I’ll be on air until five, so I pick you up here at six?”

“So you’re just assuming that I’m going to work overtime?“

 “It’s your first week on the job, of course you work overtime.” Jake shot back, grinning.

He was right, of course, you still had to learn your way around the department, so you decided to stay an hour longer each day to get the hang on everything.

 “Just be here at six, smart arse.” You joked, and instantly regretted it, afraid you were being overly comfortable with Jake. But he just winked at you and walked away, a slight spring in his step.

 +++

 Jake was punctual, picking you up from your booth at six sharps. He was acting like a real gentleman, holding the door to the office, the cab and the bar he picked out, a cozy place in downtown DC, away from Capitol Hill and the possibility of running into someone familiar.

 The black suit he was wearing and the martini he had ordered gave Jake a very James-Bond-like look that you enjoyed immensely. You made a terrible “shaken, not stirred” joke that, miraculously, still made him laugh. Conversation was surprisingly easy, Jake could contribute something to basically any topic you broached. His vast knowledge of…well, everything was simultaneously sexy and intimidating, something that could be applied to his whole persona.

 It wasn’t like he was a completely different person than on his show, his sharp observations and cutting sarcasm were still very much there, making you a bit hesitant to voice all your opinions freely. But there also was a lighter side to him that didn’t appear on television. For example, he was a huge nerd. You just uttered “Star Wars” a single time and spent the next twenty minutes listening to his detailed ranking of the entire movie franchise. At first, you were just feigning interest, but he was so passionate about the topic that you couldn’t help but get interested. When you confessed that you had never seen a Star Wars movie before, Jake wasn’t having it.

“Ok, this can’t stand. Friday, my place, were watching Star Wars. I can’t let you run around that uneducated.” He replied, and your heart took up pace like a racehorse. Going to his place was a huge step after just one date and really knowing each other for only three days. But as much as you wanted to decline, you wanted nothing more than to spend some more time with this man, against all reservations you had.

 “I have a master’s degree from Brown, don’t call me uneducated.” you said, reaching out to playfully slap his arm. But he caught your wrist mid-air, making blood rush to your face because of the grip of his fingers against your skin.

 “Careful, Y/N.” he murmured. Why was his voice suddenly so deep and sensual? Your eyes met, and for a second, the air was buzzing between the two of you. Then Jake let go of your hand, and the moment was over. But you could still feel a lingering prickle at where his skin had touched yours.

 “So, what do you say?” He asked, his voice back to its normal tone. You had to decide quickly, not about watching Star Wars but about what kind of message to send to Jake. Coming over to his place was a risk, were you ready to take it?

He looked at you, waiting for you to say something, and his eyes were so damn hopeful.

“Sure, why not. But there better be snacks.” You replied. Here goes nothing.

  +++

It was Friday, and you stood in front of Jake Tappers apartment door, a bottle of wine clutched in your sweaty hand. You weren’t sure what one was supposed to bring for a Star Wars movie night, so you decided on a white wine you liked to buy for yourself.

 A moment after you rung the doorbell, Jake was already there, almost as if he had been waiting behind the door. You smiled at him, presenting the bottle.

“I hope you like white wine.” you said. Wow, what a lamer starter, you thought. But Jake graciously took the bottle and stepped aside to let you enter the apartment.

“I love white wine, thank you very much.” He said, sounding genuine.

 His flat was nice, clean and surprisingly void of clutter. You had never been to his office but back at the bar he had talked about collecting a lot of historical stuff back, he obviously kept all of that at work. There was a nice, comfortable looking sofa, but it was the table in front of you that made your eyes light up.

 “Oh my god, Jake, this is snack heaven! You really outdid yourself.” You exclaimed, beaming at him. There were chips, dips, popcorn, chocolate covered pretzels and even jellybeans.

 “You said you wanted snacks.” Jake said, matter-of-factly and you took a moment to really look at him. He was dressed casually today, wearing a grey jumper that looked incredibly soft, and jeans. Overall, he looked fantastic, and you could feel your heart starting to beat faster when you were thinking about sitting close to him on the sofa.

 “How about you make yourself comfortable, I’m going to pour us some wine and then we can get started.” Jake said, disappearing into the kitchen. You sat down on the sofa, it was really cozy. You had to keep yourself from snuggling back into the cushions, reminding yourself that you were not at home here and this was still very much Jake Tappers apartment. A moment later, the man himself came back, carrying two glasses of wine that he put down in front of you on a small spot of the table that wasn’t occupied by snacks.

He sat down next to you, keeping a respectful distance.

 “So, we are going to start with the fourth movie, which is actually the first movie that was filmed back in 1978, they made three prequels later but nobody that considers themself a true Star Wars fan would introduce someone to the franchise by watching part one.” Jake explained. Seeing him so passionate about this was really endearing, even if you weren’t a hundred percent sure what he was talking about.

“You have my complete and total trust in this matter, I am here to learn.” You joked, and Jakes responding chuckle made warmth bloom in your belly.

The movie was really good, you were intrigued by the characters and the storyline, but what was even better was watching the film with Jake. Some people were annoyed by others talking during a movie, but you enjoyed the occasional fun fact immensely, and Jake was a walking encyclopedia of Star Wars trivia.

“Did you know that the guy who did Darth Vader’s voice and the actor who played him never actually met?”

 “During the trash compactor scene, Mark Hamill held his breath for so long that a blood vessel in his face popped, that’s why they only took shots from one side, pay attention to it and you will notice.”

You quietly munched your popcorn while he was talking, watching him with keen interest bothering on fascination. Star Wars fan Jake was glorious in his nerdiness. How was this the same man that was ripping apart politicians every day on television and had snapped at you at the airport?

 “I’m sure someone told you this before, but you a such a nerd.” You grinned, playfully throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

 “I consider myself the nerd king.” He declared, voice so deadly serious that you couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out laughing. Jake turned around to look at you. Why was his face so mesmerizing? And why was he suddenly sitting so close to you?

“Your laugh is beautiful.” He said quietly. And then he was kissing you. Your brain tried to catch up and make sense of the sudden new development, but Jakes lips were too soft and his hand on your tight to warm and heavy for you to focus on anything else. You responded enthusiastically, tilting your head to deepen the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, teasing you until you opened your mouth.

 His hands were on your hips now, pulling you closer until you were sitting on his lap. He leaned into the back of the sofa and slid his palms down your sides until they settled on your ass. You started to softly grind your hips into his and your body went into overdrive as you felt the evidence of how much he was enjoying the kiss pressed against your core through your jeans.

“Jake.” You moaned against his mouth. “What about the movie?”

 “Fuck the movie.” He whispered, attacking your lips again, his hands squeezing your ass.

Breaking the kiss, you brought some distance between your faces to look at him with mock indignation.

“Don’t let your nerd friends hear that.”

 “My nerd friends would tell me to shut up about Star Wars when a woman like you is sitting on my lap.” Jake responded with a smirk, and you couldn’t argue with that.

He kissed you again, and needless to say, you didn’t finish the movie.

Jake took you to his bed instead, slowly undressing you, kissing and touching every inch of your skin he could reach in the process. He slid between your legs, entering you in one fluid motion and your hands stayed tangled in his hair as you moved against each other. His eyes never left yours, and from the way he looked at you, you knew that this was something real. When you hit your peak, your guttural cry of Jakes name was all it took for him to follow you over the edge.

Afterwards, you snuggled up against him and silently thanked the fates that you had picked up that wrong suitcase.

(about 6 months later)

 

“I can’t believe ours really are the last ones.” You groaned, leaning onto Jake while stifling a yawn. “I just want to go home.”

 “You slept the whole flight, Y/N, and I’m sure the luggage will be here any moment. Patience, love.” Jake replied, sounding rather tired himself.

You had just arrived from Barbados, your first holiday together. It had been amazing, nothing but eating, swimming and relaxing for two weeks. But it was the middle of the night now, and you had already been waiting at the baggage claim for thirty minutes.

 “Just stay here and let me lean on you and I’ll be fine. You have to watch me anyway, not that some grumpy, hot stranger mistakes my luggage for his and I meet him at the service desk and fall irrevocably in love with him because of that.” You said, letting out a soft chuckle.

Jake just wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tightly against his chest.

 “That’s why I got you that nice red suitcase for your birthday, can’t let that happen again.”

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Hey, I just came up with a whole ass adventuring party (by definition. They are a party and going on a adventure.) And I really wanna talk about them and I figured you'd be good to infodump to! If you don't wanna post this that's fine, I just wanna talk :)!

I apologize this was supposed to be shorter I got carried away.

O ka y! So. A human girl named Arlen and her friend Kelly/Kell who is an asshole but in a "I'm So Tired Take Me Home I Wanna Go Home Can You Shut Up So I Can Nap" way. So these two are at some old place, and find a magic artifact, idk where and how they got it just yet but whatever. Kell goes "What the fuck is that?" And then a portal opens and they go "Oh. No, absolutely not. Do not make me. I'm not doing it." And then Arlen goes :D and pushes them in, following quickly.

So Arlen shows up at a little cottage deep in the woods, a short pretty witch lives there, named Adore, whos the sweetest thing, and immediately goes "Omg! You're awake! Tell me all about yourself while I make you a three course meal!! :D" and Alren goes ":D!!!!!! Okay!!!!" and spills her whole story.

Meanwhile Kell shows up at a small house carved into the side of a mountain, inhabited by an immortal scholar/writer named Duncan, and a punk vampire named Amira. (Period appropriate clothing is an illusion when you never specify what period you're in ;]) Duncan is basically this high strung, stressed out of his mind, tall lanky guy, while Amira is a short lady with the physique you'd expect of a vampire, slim but still obviously strong. So basically Kell goes "Oh Shit." And Duncan goes "Oh For Fucks Sake-!" And Amira goes ":0! New Person! You Look Tasty."

And then finally after Kell and Arlen telling their alternative companions about each other and needing to get home and find one another, they each spend awhile looking around the woods for each other, eventually Arlen and Adore stumble upon a little pathetic campsite, and out of a tent climbs the head of the royal guard Ross *incoherent mumble of a last name*

Immediately Adore is head over heels as Ross exclaims that she was banished from the castle grounds and the kingdom as a whole for murdering one of her higher ups, when they tried to murder her first. So yknow unjust. Basically Ross is a butch lesbian with serious guilt over killing a man and is trying to grip with the fact that her entire life is ruined because she was legit born into the knight force or whatever, and is grappling with all this baggage as Adore goes "Hehe Buff Lady Prettyyy ♡♡♡♡"

And so eventually they all find each other and they go on this long quest to figure out how to get these two humans home. Oh yeah uh Ross is an elf btw, and Adore is physically embedded with her magic so literally none of them are human except the two newcomers.

I haven't decided if I want them all to be the same age, or if I want Arlen and Kell to be like 17 or 18 while the others are like 23 or 24 and have them be like older sibling or parental figures to these two kids that just happened to stumble here.

Uh anyway that's it thank u for listening ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I apologize for it getting so long

no need to apologize I enjoyed reading this! they all sound really cool and interesting, plus the idea is fun! :)

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Are Friends Electric? - Alex Turner - Part 2

Plot: Jackie brings her new fella to the boys first gig.

Warnings: Smoking, Underage Drinking, Explicit Sexual Reference, Abuse, Swearing

Word count: 2794

Sheffield 2003

I wasn't actually sure I liked Chris as much as I thought I did. When he had asked for my phone number I had felt so excited and flattered, after all, he was a bit older, he was out of school, he had a job...

...And he was attractive. His hair was short back and sides, and he was tall with lean muscle. Sure, he wasn't the best dressed, but he dressed like most boys did, trackies and trainers, and a polo shirt with the collar popped. And he could drive.

I loved that part. I could phone him and he'd drive round and pick me up, give me lifts about and sometimes we'd just drive for a bit. Then he'd pull into some car park round the back of Tesco's or something and we'd kiss and fumble and he'd put his hand in my bra and I'd let him but we never went the full way. Not in the Tesco car park. I did once give him a handjob, but it was very rushed and awkward, so I didn't like to count it.

Alex hated him. I could never figure out why. They weren't each other's type of people, I supposed. They met at the pub and straight away Chris gave him a friendly thump on the back, and from the look on Alex's face, I instantly knew they wouldn't get on. It was a shame, after all, Al was my best mate. There were times when I couldn't bear to turn him down if I had plans with Chris. Usually I lied and told Alex I had to help my mam, or tell Chris something had come up and I couldn't make it. I was pretty sure neither of them knew, maybe not certain.

Maybe Chris wasn't my person. We hung out, but conversation was short, we had nothing in common, other than birthplace. He liked cars and techno, I preferred cameras and Roots Manuva. We didn't even support the same football team. He liked to talk about car parts a lot and I never had a clue what he was on about. Still, I liked him enough. He knew exactly when I wanted to be left alone and exactly when I wanted to be held. He was sweet sometimes as well, he even bought me flowers from the petrol station once.

Alex had a habit of getting increasingly miserable the more Chris was mentioned. Even Matt teased him about it, or so I'd heard. I didn't hang out with the band that much because I didn't want to infringe on their practices, but whatever information I couldn't get from Alex, I would get out of Jamie.

The gig at The Grapes was exactly the kind of situation I had been trying to avoid. Alex and Chris and alcohol all in the same small space. I really didn't like bringing him to things, but he asked me specifically and I couldn't find a reason for me to go on my own.

"How are ya doing, mate," Chris greeted, clapping Alex firmly on the back. I noticed him scowl slightly before replying.

"Fine, and you?" he answered, through his teeth almost, although he managed to force his tone to be slightly more friendly than his face quite convincingly. Chris clearly didn't notice. Alex was sipping at a can of ginger beer, obviously still 17 an unable to get served. All of the boys weren't drinking, Andy and Jamie were still about a month off their birthdays. I could sense Alex's embarrassment as he wrapped his hands around the can, shielding it from Chris. He noticed.

"Can't get served?" Chris jibed, giving Alex another overly forceful clap on the back. "It's fine mate, I'll get you a pint." If Alex looked embarrassed before, right now he looked absolutely mortified. Chris waved the bartender over.

"2 pints of Carling and...?" He turned to me expectantly.

"The same," I told him with a smile.

"And the same for the lady," he finished, handing over a tenner.

"No worries, hows your Da' getting on?" the bartender asked Chris, pulling the pints.

"Not too bad Paul, 'is leg's a bit better now, off the crutches an' all that."

"Ay, that's good, although, knowin' yer dad he'll have been loving the attention," the bartender joked, and they both laughed heartily. Alex and I made a brief moment of eye contact, caught in a joke neither of us understood. Chris handed over both our pints and lead us toward one of the free tables. As he walked ahead, Alex put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

"Hey, I know yer've got a pint now but I grabbed you this before," he said, pulling a red can out of his pocket. I recognised the flames around the black writing immediately. A can of ginger beer.

"Cheers, Al, that's great," I told him honestly. I felt oddly flattered that he remembered what I liked.

"They didn't have any D&B," he explained further, grinning. I slung my arm around his shoulder and dragged him to the table, laughing.

"Yer daft you are," I teased him, and then I felt a hand on my hip; Chris, prising me away from him. I felt a slight rush of anger, but kept it within. He didn't mean anything by it. I sat myself down beside him, taking a gulp of my pint.

"Right well, I better go help the boys set up, fookin on in fifteen minutes, I'm shittin' myself," Alex told me, smiling slightly weakly.

"Is Simmo coming down?"

"Course he is."

"When you see him tell him where we're sat."

"Alright."

"And I'll see the boys after but tell 'em good luck," I smiled, trying to subtly reassure him. It wasn't much use, he wasn't looking at me properly.

"Alright," he agreed.

"And Al?" I asked, reaching forward and giving his hand a squeeze. He looked up. "Good luck tonight, you'll smash it." He forced a smile, I couldn't imagine the nerves he must have been having.

"Cheers Jack, I'll see you after yeah?" he asked and I affirmed with a nod of my head. With that, he turned and headed toward the stage. A hand slinked itself onto my waist, and I thought to myself about how nice it was Chris was here. There were plenty of reasons why he was just right for me, and all I did was give him a hard time about it in my head. A gig at The Grapes was not a place I ever pictured him, and yet he'd come, especially for me. We chatted for a few minutes, and then were interrupted.

"Alright Jack?" a friendly voice greeted. Simmo sat down opposite the two of us.

"Ah, you're Simmo then?" Chris asked.

"That'd be me, and you are...?"

"This is Chris, my, erm, boyfriend," I explained, hoping neither noticed the slight hesitation in my voice. If either of them did, neither addressed it.

"Oh that's odd, I thought you and Alex were a thing," Simmo said simply in response. Now, if I knew Simmo at all, I could be 97% sure he was saying this to stir shit, and I'd be fucked if I wasn't to get him back for it at some point.

"Don't be stupid Si," I told him, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but coming across as a lot more snappy than I intended.

"Alright love, don't get yer knickers in a twist," he teased. That wound me up more than anything. I bit the inside of my cheek slightly.

"'Scuse me I'm going fer a piss," I announced, standing up and getting around the edge of the table, while trying to come across as casual, unwilling to give Simmo anything to pick up on. Unfortunately as the words left my mouth, I recognised my own tetchy tone.

"Hey babes, hang on a sec, 'e's only joking," Chris consoled, but I could tell he was trying to keep a straight face. Blokes always had to patronise me like this.

"Don't call me babes, you sound like a nonce," I snapped, perhaps a little harshly, grabbing my bag and swiftly making my way to the toilets. Once I was inside the doors I kicked the sink, cursing to myself as it hurt more than I had anticipated, before taking a moment to gather myself up, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I lit a cigarette, inhaling and then sighing out the smoke dramatically. I felt my lip quiver, but still held back tears. I was so wound up but she couldn't let Simmo ruin the gig for me, the stupid twat. The door opened and I quickly stubbed out the cigarette on the side of the sink, not willing to be told of by some virtuous prick.

"Shit, this is the wrong bathroom," a familiar voice said. I turned round to see a very flustered Matt.

"What gave it away?" I teased.

"Well, you're not a bloke."

"Thanks for noticing," I grinned halfheartedly.

"You alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Just heard you kick the sink."

"Oh," I replied, defeated. Matt laughed. "It were just Simmo winding me up, Chris as well actually," I admitted, and Matt took a further step into the bathroom to give me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Simmo's a fookin' prick anyways, and if you ask Alex, so's your Chris," Matt consoled.

"What's his beef?"

"Dunno, jealous?"

"Not fookin' likely," I chuckled. Matt raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

"Anyway mate, I better get out the ladies toilet before I get pasted for bein' a pervert. We're on in 5 minutes anyway."

"Oh right, well proper good luck to you then Matt, you lot will smash it, I bet," I smiled at him.

"Cheers pet, I'll see yous after the gig then," he replied, opening the door to leave.

"Aye, will do."

I swept the cigarette off the sink and onto the floor, putting on some chapstick before leaving the bathroom to find a spot near the stage for the boys to start playing. They were all setting up their amps when I got there. I caught Matt's eye and gave him a thumbs up, which he returned. Alex looked like he was shitting himself with nerves, I could see by the uneasy look in his eye and the way he was chewing his lip. I caught his eye and he gave me a weak smile, and I mouthed back what I hoped was a reassuring "go on."

He hooked the lead over his guitar strap and plugged it in, coming over to the mic, giving it a shaky test, which caught everyone's attention. A few people gathered with me on the "dancefloor", holding drinks in one hand.

"Hello, we're t'Arctic Monkeys and we're gonna play a few songs for you," Alex began, almost mumbling into the mic. A few audience members, myself included, let out some reassuring claps and cheers. He met my eye for a moment, smiled, and i saw his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. "Our first song is called Ravey Ravey Ravey Club and it goes like this."

The guitar began, a fast introduction with Jamie playing rhythm. Alex strummed the guitar fast, and when he sung the words were almost indiscernible. He was putting on an accent that he didn't have, which was odd to me, it made sense for Alex to be that self conscious but I reckoned he had no reason to be shy. The audience seemed to appreciate the music as I noticed a few raised eyebrows. I suppose it was a rarity for a pub band in Sheffield to have a singer who could sing.

A hand slipped around my waist and I felt Chris kiss my neck and mumble a soft 'sorry' into my ear. I didn't reply, but leant back into him instead. Alex continued with the song, and I smiled at how much he was enjoying himself. Matt was doing brilliantly on the drums, I had no idea how good he was. Andy was doing the typical bass player move and looking bored, and Jamie was making his best attempt at being 'rock 'n' roll' without moving about too much. At one point Alex screamed a line and it took all my willpower not to laugh for fear of knocking his confidence. The song ended and the audience applauded, I wooed my support. Alex had a smile on his face, letting out a thrilled "yeah!".

The set continued, Alex gradually gaining confidence throughout the songs. They did a cover of Rockafeller Skank, which I thought was brilliantly genius. Even Chris liked that one, probably because it was the only one he knew. At that point we were both suitably drunk. Si came up and apologised, then offered me a dance in return, which I reluctantly accepted. It was a right laugh because Si was enough of a dick to prance about like a twat whilst simultaneously holding me by my hands and dragging me to dance with him. By the time the song had finished I had tears in my eyes and all irritation had been long forgotten. It was odd to dance to Alex's voice singing the White Stripes, but funny nonetheless. After that he stepped up to announce the next song.

"This next one is for you Jackie, thanks for coming tonight," he mumbled into the microphone. This was met with a wolf whistle from the back of the room which made my cheeks flush red. The band then continued to rush through a cover of I'm Only Sleeping by The Beatles. That also made me chuckle, a cheeky dig at my tendency to oversleep. Chris seemed a bit bothered by that, because he came away from the bar and grabbed my arm slightly, pulling me away.

"Jackie, why would he do that?" he hissed to me, away from the crowd. I furrowed my brow at him in confusion.

"Do what?"

"Fookin' dedicate a song to you and shit like tha'" he snapped, hand still on my arm. "He's not your fookin' boyfriend, I am." His grip tightened on me. I drew back slightly but he kept me where I was. "It's embarrassing, he's not to do it again you understand?!"

"What the fook Chris?!" I exclaimed, surprised at his sudden controlling behaviour. I pushed against him, trying to get away but he pulled me into a suffocating hug. I let him, trying to avoid creating a scene and ruining the Arctic Monkeys' first gig.

"You're my girl okay? I can't have you hangin' about with all those other lads like some slut," he told me. I nodded into his chest, feeling stifled and slightly scared, waiting for him to let me go. "Good girl."

Chris didn't leave me for the rest of the set, he held onto my wrist most the time, at least until he noticed a girl he knew and sloped off to the bar to buy her a drink. I found myself not caring. The boys came off stage and I went round the back to help them chuck their various instruments into the back of Andy's van. Whilst we were out there I ended up next to Alex, having a smoke. The whole Chris thing has shaken me up and I couldn't help having a dampened mood. I chewed the inside of my cheek.

"What did you think Jack?" Alex asked me keenly, grin on his face. I smiled, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"Yous were fookin' brilliant Al, I'm dead proud," I told him, trying to sound as happy as possible.

"Yeah it was pretty good, are you alright love?" he asked, putting a hand on my arm.

"Yeah, am fine. Sorry Al, I loved your whole gig, it's just Chris being a dick'ead before, ruined my mood a bit."

"What 'append?" He turned to me, eyes soft and understanding. I explained what went on, seeing his face harden slowly.

"But I think I overreacted," I finished.

"Nah, not at all love. That's a fookin' red flag. You need to break up with him."

"I should... gave me a bit of a fright when he acted like that." Alex pulled me into a hug and I returned it, trying not to burn him with the end of my still lit ciggie. I pressed my face into his shoulder. His white polo shirt smelt of his house and him, and unfortunately a bit like sweat.

"Do it now, then you won't have to see the cunt tomorrow. I can come with you if you want."

"It's probably best it's not you, I'll take Matt."

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Lifting the Sea

“Where’s Cas?” 

Dean does a full comedic rotation before spotting the Angel— his husband— whatever, scowling at his phone near a landmark. 

He shrugs, “Catching those little monster dudes probably. Apparently they’re all over the place here.”

Sam’s brow furls, he looks over at Eileen who shrugs. 

“What?”

“You know that fuckin’ app that everybody was obsessed with like... 5 years ago? Pocket something something”

Sam frowns for a split second then it hits him.

“Pokémon go?”

“Yeah that shit.” Dean shrugs again, his green eyes still fixed on the man in question. “I knew it was a mistake getting a smartphone” but he doesn’t sound nearly as bothered as he claims. He glares upward. “It’s fucking hot” 

Sam’s also dart up. “I mean. It’s the beach Dean.” He stares pointedly at his brother’s attire. “Would it kill you to buy some shorts maybe a tshirt?” 

Dean pulls a face, but doesn’t argue, Cas is waving happily- just now noticing how far they’ve walked away from him. He points excitedly to his phone and says something. 

“Can’t hear—” Dean sighs, “CAN’T HEAR YA CAS, you’re too far” he yells, smiling softly. “Asshole.” 

Dean points at the nearby shop, waving to get Sam’s attention, a couple kids are clustered around Cas chattering to him animatedly. 

“Sam. Can you keep an eye on him? I’ll be right back” 

~~~

When Dean walks back out into the sunshine Cas has finally decided to join them. He’s signing to Eileen and going intensely through the alphabet. Probably more about that damn Pokémon game. 

Sam whistles, “I’m blind” he laughs. “Your legs, they’re reflecting the sun”

Dean flips him off.

“No, but for real Dean, have your thighs ever been exposed to light? Are you sure it’s safe?”

“HA, HA, fuck you”

Cas turns at his voice, eyes glowing happily, and how in the hell did Dean Winchester get so lucky. 

“I caught a Charizard in the wild Dean, none of the other players were able to capture him” He informs proudly, phone still out, finger flipping with precision, “You have very nice legs” he adds. “The sunlight will cause you to have more freckles, plus the added health benefits of vitamin D”

Dean winks, “Any nude beaches out here? I could benefit from your vitamin d”

Sam retches, seizing the umbrella from Dean and heading toward the beach. “You two are disgusting” 

Dean waves cheerily before turning back to his boyfriend— husband. 

“So What’s a charred—“

“Charizard.” Cas corrects, “dragon fire type”

“Uh-huh” Dean reaches for Cas’ hand, it takes him a second to get used to flicking with his thumb, but he manages, Dean lets Cas lead. “Did you bully those kids out of their dragon? Dragons suck dude.”

“It is very rare to catch in the wild, Edwin told me, he is one of the top players in this region, he is 12, and though he is Team Valor, and I am team Instinct, I decided to trust him.”

“Whatever you say babe.”

“I think you might enjoy this game Dean, it combines hunting and tracking with less bloodshed and all of the monsters seem kind.” Cas squints suddenly, yanking them out of the flow of traffic and down onto the beach. “I see combees.”

~~

“Handsome and artistic, you’ve gotta be a serial killer right?”

Dean raises his head, shielding his eyes in the sun. She’s tall, and curvy with sparkling eyes and a near perfect smile. 

“I don’t know about artistic, but I never murder and tell”

She throws out a hand. 

“I’m Clarice” 

“Dean.”

She notices the lift of his expression and rolls her eyes good naturally, “Yeah like Silence of the Lambs”

“Put the lotion in the basket” he intones with a mock accent. 

“Yeah that never gets old” 

He laughs and she smiles and takes a seat on the beach chair beside him.

“What brings you out here into the sunshine?” 

“Celebratin’.” His eyes turn back to his sketchbook, thumb smudging a carefully drawn mop of black hair.

“Oh, that’s fun, how old are you?” She doesn’t seem bothered by his in attention, sips her drink and watches him sketch. 

“Ah um” He shifts and does the mental math. “Forty-three I think...”

“Looking good” she says appreciatively. He’s too focused on the lines, eyes occasionally darting to the ocean, quite obviously only half listening. She’s not put off yet- no ring on his finger, only a necklace with two silver circles and that could mean anything.

“So uh, a couple of my friends are headed down into the—“

“DEAN!” 

His attention is immediately diverted, a man waist-deep in the frigid surf is pointing excitedly at something, he’s still wearing his snorkel mask. He pulls something free of the water- revealing a long, lean wriggling shape.  

“Is that a fucking shark?” Dean mutters in disbelief, then much louder “CAS is that a fucking shark?”

A giant man with longer hair stops splashing the woman with him, turns and starts cackling. The shark handler pulls his mask off, beaming. “Jack would love this!”

Clarice shades her eyes and takes a good look at the man with the shark and then at the drawing Dean’s been working on. 

“Who’s that?” She asks, his distraction giving her a better chance seeing what’s in his sketchbook. 

A lovingly rendered drawing of what looks like the man with the shark. But in the sketch it’s in a much different position, hair ruffled in detail over his brow. Blankets pooled around his barely covered hipbones. His eyes burn with inner heat despite the fact that they’re merely pencil on paper. His subject had clearly been in love with whomever he’d been looking at. 

“That is my boyfriend, he’s gonna get his nipple bit off if he’s not careful.” Dean’s smiling cause Sam is trying to talk Cas into releasing the shark and is clearly failing. “Oh hell, I guess husband now.”

She stands, “I am so sorry, I didn’t realize. I gotta—“

“Nice to meet you Clarice” he says, honestly surprised by her quick exit. “Yo STEVE IRWIN. put the shark down and come up here— time to reapply sunblock”

~~

“Who was that woman?” Cas asks, shaking like a dog and stirring a loud swearing session out of Dean as he shields his sketchbook from the saltwater.

“What woman?”

“The one speaking to you earlier? When I caught the shark?”

Dean looks completely vacant before remembering. “Oh shit, yeah! Clarice or something. Nice lady.”

Cas nods, waiting patiently while Dean starts applying sunscreen to his back. 

“Did she need something?”

Dean shrugs, “just being friendly I guess, lean close. I gotta get your nose”

Cas hums and obliges, he grins suddenly and rips open a Velcro pocket in his trunks revealing his prize to Dean. 

“Is that a goddamn crab Castiel?”

The angel nods happily. “We should find out if Claire can FaceTime. She would love to see.”

~~

Claire and Kaia lean close, Dean’s got the camera aimed so that it’s mostly sky and their foreheads. Cas is smushed against his cheek waving. 

“Jesus.” Claire hisses. “Hold the damn camera still. Dean— look, YOU’RE the square in the corner.”

Kaia hasn’t stopped giggling since they connected.

“How is Kansas?” Cas asks. “Are you well?”

Claire rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone two days. It’s the same Cas— house burned down and a ghoul attack—“

The camera reels, two deep gruff voices start speaking rapidly. 

“She’s joking!” Kaia intervenes. “Castiel, Dean. She’s joking. We’re fine and safe, worst thing that happened is we ran out of coffee.”

He nods seriously— the left side of Dean’s face is unamused.

“Tell them not to put damn Walmart coffee in my coffee machine—“

Cas lifts a blurry item into view. “I caught a crab today,”

She freezes only for a moment, crabs had been her thing in 1st grade. Her dad had shared some of his favorite memories with Cas; she was realizing that he did it because he trusted the angel. The crab thing was a new one— he seems proud though, pleased that he remembered. 

“He also caught a fucking shark with his bare hands.” Dean adds, taking the phone back, view now up his nostrils. They’re both sunburned and nearly glowing with happiness. “Almost lost a nipple”

“I did not.” It’s Cas’ turn to roll his eyes. “I will send you photographs via messaging after the call.”

“When are you guys headed back?” Claire asks, cause she’s pleased about the pictures and doesn’t know how to admit it. 

Dean turns the camera again. This time slightly more centered. 

“Sam and Eileen are heading home tomorrow, but Cas says he has more surprises for me and “undomesticated equine could not drag the secrets from him’”

Dean and Claire snort simultaneously. 

“I was being funny.” Cas interjects, Dean laughs at something off camera and grabs his face, kissing Cas’ cheek. “I know the saying.”

“Gotta go.” Dean says, with a wink. “Gotta get our vitamin D for the day, right Sunshine?”

The camera tips; Cas is frowning in confusion and they can barely see the top of Dean’s now suggestively wagging eyebrows.

“Oh. Uh. Yes.” Cas looks guiltily at the phone and shakes his head at Dean. “Vitamins.”

Kaia starts wheezing with laughter. It dawns on Claire moments later.

“That’s fucking gross.”

Cas shrugs apologetically, Dean’s laughter fills the background.

“We appear to be having connection issues.” Cas mutters, They watch Cas fumble with the phone as he frantically tries to hang up before Dean does anything scandalous.

“See you in a week!” Dean shouts. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Bye...” the screen goes dark and Claire is left with her and Kaia’s amused reflections. “Dads.”

~~ 

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His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Seven

<-Previous Chapter

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Y/N walks into the Great Hall and sits down next to Hannah, who is sitting across from Darren. They're both talking with Cedric Diggory and a brunette girl named Laurie.

"How are you so sure you're going to win Cedric?" Darren asks the older wizard.

"I've got faith in myself, D," Cedric answers, throwing a small piece of broccoli at his friend," And besides, that Potter ain't half bad, so either one of us can easily take the win for Hogwarts."

"I, for one, don't doubt that Cedric," Y/N chimes in, taking a few fries from Darren's plate. She's  quick to avoid his hand swatting hers away.

"Thanks Fawley," the dark-haired boy smiles at her.

They continue to chat about the tournament. The boys even mention Fleur Delacour and the other Beauxbaton ladies and how 'pretty' and 'hot' they are compared to the girls at Hogwarts. This results in Hannah leaning over from across the table to smack Darren with her Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" Darren whines, rubbing at the top of his head.

"Beauxbaton girls are prettier than the girls here at Hogwarts huh?" Hannah scowls at the boy.

His face falls, "I-I was only joking, Hannah."

"Sure you were," she gets up from her seat, "Come on, Fawley. Let's go someplace where no gits are around to open their stupid mouths."

Y/N takes Darren's whole plate of fries and follows Hannah out the hall. They hear him trying to apologize to Hannah, but they're already halfway out the door.

~~~~•~~~~

The girls sit on one of the window sills near their next class as they munch on the stolen fried potatoes.

"So, since you're doing better after that incident with Pansy," Hannah speaks, "Maybe now we can talk about what happened at the Yule Ball?"

"Why? What happened at the Yule Ball?" Y/N knows what her friend is talking about, she just  doesn't want to talk about it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Fawley," the blonde points a fry at her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Hell, the whole bloody school knows what I'm talking about!"

Y/N bangs her head against the concrete behind her, which was a stupid idea considering her still fairly new head injury. What the fuck is your beef with your own head? "So you saw it then?" she mumbles quietly.

"Well, when you kiss Draco Malfoy in the middle of the bloody dance floor," Hannah says sarcastically, "Anyone, or rather, everyone present in the room will obviously see it. In this case, half our school and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, happened to be present in the room," she grins at her.

"Okay but that's not true," she tries to defend, "Technically, he kissed me. Not the other way around."

Hannah laughs, "Doesn't matter who kissed who first. What matters is that students and staff saw it, and now you two are the biggest gossip around here. On top of that-"

"There's more?" Y/N groans.

"Yes," Hannah nods, "Pansy Parkinson has been bad mouthing you any chance she gets."

Seriously? When is she ever going to stop with this attitude of hers?

"Speaking of, how's your head feeling?"

"Physically, the cut on my head is healing; but with all that's been going on, my brain cells are about to run away to South Korea just to escape my thoughts."

Hannah gives her a sympathetic smile, "What are your thoughts, anyway?"

"About what exactly?" Y/N prompts.

"Malfoy."

She groans, "Ugh where do I even start?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Hannah says sarcastically, "Maybe from the beginning?"

So Y/N does exactly that. She explains to Hannah that she and Malfoy have been friends since second year and how they both agreed to keep it a secret, "...but that's the thing! We promised each other to be friends only behind closed doors and then he goes and takes me to the ball and kisses me."

"It sounds to me that he's got it bad for you," Hannah smirks.

"I highly doubt he's 'got it bad' for me, Hannah," she uses air quotes to emphasize her point.

"Let's look at the facts then, shall we?" she leans forward with her elbows on her textbook and her hands interlaced, "You said that you've been friends in secret for years. In said years, you two flirted back and forth with each other and he's always touchy feely with you. He's probably been in love with you from the beginning! Maybe, he finally got the courage to show his feelings for you and thought that the Yule Ball was the perfect opportunity to do it."

Y/N scoffs nervously, "You could join the Major Investigation Department of the Magical Congress of the United States of America with that investigative thinking of yours," she babbles, trying to deflect what her friend is implying.

"That is not my point and you know it," Hannah says sternly, "With all that denying of yours, I'd say you've got it just as bad as Malfoy does."

"You ladies talking about me?" a familiar voice says.

"Absolutely not," Hannah quickly replies.

Y/N turns her head and sees Draco Malfoy towering over them with a smirk on his face.

"You sure about that, Abbott? Cuz I definitely heard my name," he utters cockily.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Hannah retorts. Y/N is choosing to stay silent, both in embarrassment and not wanting to talk after what her friend just told her.

"I think if it's me you're gossiping about, I have the right to eavesdrop."

"Whatever, Malfoy," she rolls her eyes then pulls her friend up by the arm, "Let's go Y/N, we'll be late for class."

"Hey! I'm in this class too, Abbott," Draco follows the girls.

"And I care because...?" Hannah prompts as she walks faster.

He slows his pace and semi-yells, "Because that's my girlfriend you're dragging all the way there."

The girls stop dead in their tracks. Some students bump into them and some curse them for blocking the way. Hannah slowly turns around to face the Slytherin, "What did you just say?"

"Oh fuck," Y/N mutters under her breath before turning around as well.

"You heard me, Abbott," the boy says, his eyes flickering to Y/N's. A smug smirk permanently plastered on his face, "Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

She nervously meets Hannah's wide-eyed expression, "Yeah, uhh... small detail I forgot to mention?"

"Small detail?!" the other girl exclaims, "Y/N this is huge!"

"Hannah, please," Y/N rolls her eyes, "It's really not a big deal."

"Not a big deal my arse," Hannah grins, "I knew you've both got it bad. Turns out it's officially happening already."

"Can we just get to class?" Y/N groans.

"Fine."

The trio walk into Potions. The girls sit at their usual table with two other Hufflepuffs. On the other side of the room, Draco sits with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.

Snape is leaning on his desk, arms folded and face stoic as ever. If he dislikes his job so much, why not just quit? Y/N thinks.

The professor clears his throat, "Today, I will be teaching you about what can be considered the most powerful and most dangerous potion in the world; amortentia. Can anyone tell me what it is?" He scans the room full of bored students, "Mr. Nott."

"Amortentia is a love potion, professor. It can cause extreme infatuation or obsession from whoever drinks it," Theo answers confidently.

"And what is peculiar about it's scent?" Snape looks to the other side of the room, "Miss Fawley?"

Y/N looks up from her notes, "The scent is different for each person. Amortentia will smell like whatever the person is most attracted to."

"Would you like to tell us what you smell?" the professor says, gesturing to the cauldron at the front of the class.

"Sure, I guess," Y/N nods hesitantly. She gets up from her table and walks up to the front. Using her hand, she waves it over the cauldron and breathes in. "I smell apples, mint and... cologne?" A familiar snicker can be heard from one of the tables. Immediately, Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Interesting," Professor Snape hums, although his tone far from interested, "Please take your seat, Miss Fawley. Now, all of you are to brew this potion. I expect perfection and nothing less. Remember, amortentia is quite a dangerous potion, so don't ingest it. No fooling around. Anyone who fails to act properly will receive a month's detention."

The students nod, and a few 'yes, professor's' are muttered.

"You may begin."

Y/N grabs a cauldron while Hannah gathers the ingredients. They place the items back on their table and start going through the instructions.

"So," Hannah nudges Y/N's shoulder, "Apples and cologne, huh?" she smirks at her.

"Oh shut it, Abbott."

The blonde simply giggles, "Come on. Loosen up will you? At least you smelled your actual boyfriend, and not some other guy. That would've been completely awkward and embarrassing if what you described was antique rooms, firewood and Quidditch broomsticks, like Harry Potter's scent."

"Hannah, why in the world would I smell Harry Potter?" Y/N asks, extremely confused.

"Have you forgotten the beginning of second year?" Hannah raises an eyebrow at her, "I swear every single night you wouldn't shut up about him in our dorm."

Y/N takes a second to ponder, "Oh, right! I mean, Harry did look really cute that year," the girls both laugh but cut off by a tall man in a black cape.

"Is this laughter a product of working, ladies?" Snape's deep monotone voice rings in their ears. When the girls don't answer, he continues, "That's what I thought. Get back to the task. Next time, I will be deducting points."

"Sorry, Professor," Y/N mumbles. Snape glares at the two one last time before moving on to another table to pick on other students.

"Alright then. Let's finish this potion, shall we?" Hannah goes to add some rose thorns into the cauldron.

They finish the rest of the steps in silence and pretty soon, the smell of apples, mint and cologne surrounds Y/N's senses. "What do you smell, Hannah?"

"I smell... old books, red cedar and fudge. Ugh, of course even when I'm annoyed at him, he's still the one that I smell," Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Darren?" Y/N chuckles.

"You called?" Darren appears from behind them.

"Go back to smelling your 'hot' Beauxbaton girls, moron," Hannah repulses.

"Hey!I already said I was joking," he replies with an apologetic look.

Y/N watches the two, trying her best not to laugh at her friends. She turns away from them and spots Draco punching Zabini's arm and laughing. It seems as though Zabini pretended to guzzle down the potion and acted all lovey-dovey towards Goyle. Draco's gaze meets hers and he gives her a knowing wink. She smiles at him then sees Snape appear beside the Slytherin boys. Y/N turns back to her friends, knowing Zabini is definitely receiving that month's detention.

"That boy just knows exactly how to get to a girl's heart," Hannah says sarcastically. Darren has retreated back to his table and is purposefully avoiding the blonde girl's death glare.

"What even happened?" Y/N asks.

"He's just been a real git these last couple of days," Hannah sighs, "Saying all the wrong things all the time. I don't know if he's not interested in me anymore or he's just stupid, or both," she props an elbow up on the table and rests her chin on her hand.

"I say he's just stupid," she smiles and puts a hand on Hannah's shoulder, "I'm sure Darren will come to his senses."

"Thanks," Hannah smiles back.

"It appears all of you have finished," Snape announces, "But because you all took your precious time brewing the potion, class is now ending," he gives pointed looks at each table, "Take an empty bottle and label them with your names. You will pour the potion into the bottle and place it on my desk. I will assess and grade them after class. You're all dismissed."

The students do as they're told and place their amortentia potions on Snape's desk. Y/N and Hannah walk towards the exit then they hear a voice call out, "Fawley, wait up!"

They turn and see Draco and his friends catching up with them.

"What?" Y/N asks, already bored of the conversation she knows the topic of.

Draco stops right in front of her with a grin on his face, "Just wanted to know what you smelt from the amortentia."

She rolls her eyes, "You already know what it was."

"Maybe I just want to hear it again," he smirks.

Y/N scoffs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "You wanna hear how I smelt firewood and Harry's shampoo?" she smirks back at him.

"Ooh burn," Goyle says from behind Draco.

"Shut up, Goyle," Draco elbows him in the stomach. Goyle mumbles a sorry before Draco turns back to Y/N, "That wasn't funny."

"Really?" she bats her eyelids up at him innocently, "I think it was quite hilarious."

Draco grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him. He leans down to her ear and whispers, "I think you should watch it, sweetheart."

Despite the heat rising in Y/N's cheeks from their closeness and the fact that their friends are seeing their obvious tension, she replies, "No, I don't think I will," she moves out of his grasp, but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. She winks at him then walks away, Hannah following close behind.

Draco just stands there, dumbfounded. Just when I think I have the upper hand... he smiles to himself.

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" Zabini jokes.

He just glares at Zabini, but inside he's thinking: Yes. She really does.

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