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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter thirteen - three’s a crowd

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warnings: mentions of sa in terms of unwanted advances, swearing, torture, blood, violence, death, description of injuries, cuts, derogatory names, slightly steamy at the end?? whaaaaat!!!?!??!

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a/n: there is mentions of elements of sa in this chapter. I wont ever include explicit sa, but the characters i’m going with are assholes in general, and as a woman this shit unfortunate seems realistic in the way i’ve discussed. pls do not interact if you don’t feel you can, your mental health is always more important. i did mention it earlier that there would be elements of this, but i’ll always put it in the description as well. i hope the way i’ve written it does not make it seem like i am using this subject as a plot device, but rather a realistic deduction of a conversation, but it is cleared up. pls stay safe and i love u all.

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You stood back as the splash of water woke up the Colonel with a jolt, Frank letting go of the bucket with the movement. It smashes into his face, and you aren’t sure which one was the thing to wake him, but he opens his eyes anyway.

“There we go.” Frank slaps him in the face a few times as his eyes start to open.

“Where the fuck-“ He’s cut off by his own scream of pain, Frank driving the sharpened blade of a knife into his right thigh.

“I think you know how this is gonna go, yeah? You are gonna answer every god damn question she asks, when she asks it. None of your cryptic bullshit.” The Colonel picks his chin up from his chest, and his eyes find yours over Franks shoulder. Frank grabs him by the hair and yanks his head to the other side. “You got that?”

“You need me alive if you want to question me.” The Colonel spits blood onto Franks face, and a sick sort of smile crosses his face. “You can threaten all you want. I know you won’t kill me.”

“Nobody needs you. Half your men are dead, and the other half think you’re safe and sound underground. No one’s coming for you. Now it’s just you and me.” The Colonel doesn’t say anything else, just groans and cries out in pain again as Frank does something you can’t see with the hand next to his head. Then he shoves him, turning around to face you.

Before you’d woken him up, you and Frank had only had about five good minutes to discuss how you were going to handle this. Luckily, you didn’t need a whole lot of training in this department. There would be no good cop, bad cop crack. You needed to straighten out the story, and unfortunately for you, he was the missing piece. The Colonel was weak minded, you knew that from the two months you spent with him, as well as how easily he folded under your threats.

Switching spots with Frank, you crouch down in front of the man. There wasn’t a part of his body that wasn’t broken or bleeding, leaving you little territory to make your claim on. You’d find something. He always managed to.

“Not the reunion we were expecting, is it?” You say, squinting your eyes a little. It was hard to figure out where he was looking this close up, bloodshot eyes shaking too much to focus.

“If you want to draw the Gnuccis out, you’ll need me alive. You’re a smart girl – I know you are, even if you played dumb.” You resist the urge to spit in his face.

“Where are they keeping him?” He drops his head back, the fake medallions on his chest clanking together. The position reminds you the first time you met Frank, coming back to the Colonels base where he strapped you to the chair and slapped the shit out of you. He takes too long to answer, so you repay the favour, cracking your fist into his jaw. “Answers, or I’ll start taking trophies.”

“Trophies.” He shakes his head “It’s almost funny. Bobby always wanted you to be cut throat like that, but he could never break you enough. Turns out one round with the Punisher was all you needed.”

“Are you right handed?” You ask, picking up Frank’s knife from the table, ignoring his slight jab.

“What?”

“You always used to hit me with your right hand.” You flatten out his hand on the table, dragging the chair he was tied to across just a little. “So, educated guess. You’re right handed.” His eyes widen, and you can see desperation flooding his face.

“If you kill me, you’ll never find your brother. I’ll let him burn just like they did to your parents-“ You cut off his little finger, severing it in one go. He screams, just like they always do, and then starts crying. Frank doesn’t move an inch, just stands behind you, observing.

“We feeling more friendly now? You wanna tell me something?” Teeth bared, he strains and looks up at you. He looks at you how you used to look at him, when he strapped a bomb to your wrist and forced you to kill dozens of people.

“I already told you; I don’t know where they are.”

“Maybe I just take off the whole hand. I’ve never been very patient.”

“Okay. Okay, just stop. I’ll – I’ll tell you what I know. Just stop.” You put the knife down on the table and stare up at him, still crouching to his height on the chair. “Bobby came after me, when you got out.”

“Not good enough.” You pick the knife up again, and he thrashes in the chair.

“Wait! Wait. He came after me, and told me if I didn’t get you back, he’d kill me. He was the one who set us up at the docks, and gave us the location of Silo. He’s – he’s been watching me, waiting for you to come. He knew you would. He just didn’t expect you’d have company.” His eyes flick over to Frank, who says nothing, just clicks the safety off his gun.

“He knows now?”

“Of course he does. Who do you think switched off the motion sensors and took over the cameras?” Well, that explains how dozens of people were moving in and out of that place for weeks without being noticed. The cameras must be being fed a loop. “And now he’s coming for all of us.”

“How do you know?”

“He told me. If I ran again, he said he would hunt me down and kill me. Now I’m here, and you’ve just put an even bigger target on your back.”

“You tried to run?”

“When you escaped, I was left with little choice.” He spits, all anger directed to you as if you put him in this situation, and not his own choice to team up with the country’s most notorious crime boss. “It was going perfectly. You only had to wait four more months, and you would have been back with him.”

“So you lied to me. Again. ” You snarl, and Frank puts a hand on your shoulder. The Colonel catches the gesture and stares up at you.

“You should pick your help more wisely.” He changes the subject. The smile on his face reveals his missing teeth. “I could have given you whatever he has and more.”

“Was that before or after you strapped a bomb to my wrist and forced me to kill your enemies for you?” He shakes his head, the weight of it swinging to each side manically.

“You were built for this! Built for violence - you crave it. Bobby had you locked up down there in Washington - wasting your potential. I only gave you what you wanted.” He leans forward, his breath lingering in your face. “Admit it. It felt good - getting outside. Killing again. I made you feel that. I could have given you freedom.”

“I wanted nothing to do with you.” His eyes roam across your face, down to your neck, and then stop, landing on something. You knew the hickey Frank gave you was still there, and it almost burnt under his gaze.

“Jesus Christ. You really did whore yourself out - for what, a little gun power? I could have given you all of that if you’d opened your legs as easily as-“ Frank is suddenly next to you, cracking his fist into the Colonels face. You hear a bone snap, and blood pours from his nose.

“You finish that fucking sentence, and it’ll be the last thing you say.” His voice is deadly low, and before you think better of it you’re pulling him out of the room, closing the door to the bedroom leaving the Colonel strapped to the chair.

“This isn’t going to work if you keep up like this. He isn’t built like one of your targets. He’s-” You sigh, losing the words. You knew Bobby Gnucci would be coming for you - he’d spent the better part of twelve years creating you, it was expected he would want to make good on his investment. Other than that, the Colonel gave you nothing but a headache.

“We kill him. Now. I’m done waiting.” His face was twitching, it’s the most on edge he’s ever been around you.

“What is it?”

“What is it? I wanted him dead two hours ago.” He goes to push past you, but you grab him, yanking him backwards. If you weren’t you, he would have gone straight through you.

“That’s not it. Why are you so pissed off?” He was clenching his teeth, nostrils flared. You lower your voice. “Is it because the kids were down there?”

“What?”

“The kids. At Silo. You said he didn’t hurt them, though, right? Look, if you want this to end now, I will go out there and tear his head off myself. I’m just trying to - if I lose my brother because of him, if he knows something - anything I can use. I will never forgive myself if I let him get to me. We have one shot at this.”

“It’s not the god damn kids.” You saw a glimpse of them - it seemed like they hadn’t seen the violence like he’d inflicted on their mother. On you. You’d be able to pick it. “You hear what he’s saying? About-“ Your sigh cuts him off.

“Oh, Jesus. You want to throw this thing away because he called me a whore?” You almost laugh, trying to bury that warm feeling in your chest when Franks eyes look up to you, confirming your right. “If that was the worst thing he’d done to me, I’d be doing backflips.”

“What are you say-“

“Frank. Focus. If I can shove it down, stomach it for the next five minutes while we finish this off, so can you. You have no right to be angrier than me. Not at him.” You know your face must betray you, because in the mirror in the bathroom, you can see your just as hard in the eye as Frank is. He breaths out once and nods, a soldier ready to take orders, no matter how much he doesn’t like them. “Okay. Good.”

He follows you out, the Colonels attention snapping to the footsteps coming out of the bathroom. He was bleeding badly from his leg and hand. You were pressed for time.

“Guess I’m lucky.” The Colonel says, voice horse.

“How so?” You swing a leg over the chair in front of him. His eyes weren’t trained on you, but on the man behind you, who you had no doubt was squeezing the life out of the barrel of his gun, waiting for him to make a move.

“That you’ve got the Punisher so pussy whipped. Leash on so tight - he’s practically a dog. It’s nice to be the one in control for once, hm?” You were nodding, trying to play it as cool as possible so Frank didn’t jump over you and snap his neck.

“You know none of that shit worked on me back then.”

“Ah, but you talk so much more now. Besides, maybe it’s not you I’m trying to work on.” He still isn’t looking at you.

“Okay. So, you lose me, and Bobby gets guys to come after you. You try to run, it doesn’t work out, so he gives you one more chance to bring me in. Let’s you try to redeem yourself, use yourself as bait, knowing I’d come for you. Why wasn’t he there himself? Surely he didn’t trust you enough to do this on your own.”

“Like I said. He didn’t know you were making so many friends.” You look over to Frank, who’s closer than you realise.

“Just the one. So he bailed?”

“He was in a car out front. Waiting for us to bring you out.” You scoff, leaning back in the chair.

“Never wants to get his hands dirty. Sounds like Bobby.”

“We done here?” Frank looms above you, and the Colonel straightens in his chair.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” He lets his head slump to the side. “Could get anyone on their knees with that mouth. Had Mr. Gnucci just as whipped, though he wasn’t as pliant.”

“Wait.” You push Frank back as he moves towards the Colonel. “What do you mean by that?” Your head shoots up. Bobby hated you - he treated you no better than shit under his shoe. You could never understand why he poured millions of dollars into research for a person like you, especially after his father died. It was his mission, his research, not Bobby’s. You figured it was some kind of family legacy bullshit he’d been tagged with. But if there was something else…

“You were his present. His last gift from his father - the promise of something new. He was obsessed with having you, owning you. Even I knew that, and I only knew the man for a few months.” You put the knife to his throat. “Why do you think he’s doing all this? Hiring me, taking my deal? He needs you to build a new empire - no one will stand against him with you. He needed me to earn back your alliance.”

“Why would that work?” You press the knife further, and he leans back, swallowing. “How would you win my alliance with him?”

“He still had your brother. The plan was to win you back, make it seem like I had stolen you. He’d swoop in, take you back. Make you trust him again.” The information makes you feel sick. He wanted to paint himself as the hero to you - to save you from the situation he put you in. It was all so twisted and obsessive - you wanted to scream.

“Why lock me up then? Why leave me down in that cage, alone, for fucking years?! Huh?! You tell me why someone who needs me holds my brother hostage, and locks me away! If he needed me so damn much, why the hell did he do this to me?!” You were yelling in his face, fist clenched around the knife. You wanted to drive it into his skull so badly, but you knew you were close to the end. Just one more minute.

“You know why. Why do men do anything? This is why America needs me - women drive men like Bobby, men who have all the power, all the money they could need to insanity. I would have been the answer!” His voice is cracking, you know he’s yelling but it’s softer than when he used to scream at you after a mission. Your knife was drawing blood on his throat. You were so close to snapping. So close. “You can’t - wait. Wait, my men, they’ll-“

“What? Kill me? If I’m what Bobby wants, then I’m the last person they’ll kill.” If the Colonel was telling you the truth, Bobby was in some sort of obsessive family rabbit hole, or some kind of twisted lust with owning you. Either way, it sounds like he’s overstayed his welcome.

“He’ll kill him. If they don’t, Bobby will.” His eyes flick behind you to Frank and you crack your fist into his head. Frank’s body is nearly pressing behind you, a reminder to remember where you are. His presence makes you suck in a breath, grounding yourself. “You either let me live, and I put a stop to my men, or kill me, and an entire army comes for you.”

“Do you remember the day you found me?” Your face screws up with anger. “I asked if I could trust you, and you strapped a bomb to me. Why the fuck would I trust you now?”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” The words make you smile. Getting up, you grab more of the rope and tie the middle of his body tighter to the chair, then tie his feet together. Finally, you gag him, making sure it’s firm, and drag his chair over to the corner of the room, away from anything and everything that could be used as a weapon.

Frank hasn’t moved, still standing in the centre of the room. You walk straight past him, heading for the bedroom, and only when your about to shut the door does he follow. You can hear the Colonel trying to say something, but the gag in his mouth muffles it to a yell.

“Well, I’m not going to take him to the bathroom, so that’s gonna have to be your duty.” You say as Frank locks the door behind him. He was moving too quietly, too soft, and it was starting to freak you out a little. “Frank?”

“What happened when you were with him?”

“You know what happened.” You look down at your arms.

“Not Bobby. The Colonel. If you want that piece of shit to have a chance at living through the night, you gotta tell me what he was talking about.” He was breathing like you did when you were having a panic attack, in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Frank, you’re freaking me out.” Your eyebrows bunch together, and he clenches his fists once.

“You can tell me.” He steps closer to you, slow like he’s approaching a wounded animal. “Did he - he touch you? When you were with him?”

“You’re still on that? Look, the guys he employs - they are bottom of the barrel. I mean, you’ve seen the shit they say about women online. They tried to provoke me - like he was doing, just then. Called me names, tried to get close-“

“He laid a hand on you?” Frank goes to turn back to the door, goes to leave, but you pull him away.

“Listen to me. I’ve dealt with men like that my entire life. When I was working for Bobby, most of the men I was sent to kill were just like him. Assholes who were desperate for any inch of female attention. ‘New America’ was the same type, just a different font and a whole lot less money. It was a new place, they didn’t know what I could do, or if they did they didn’t believe it.” He took another step towards you, hands balled at his side. “Whatever they put near me, I tore off. Same shit happened with Bobby and his men at the beginning. It was the one thing I could actually prepare for.”

“Is this all supposed to make me feel better about lettin’ this asshole live?” You scoff, resisting the urge to shove him out the room. A new kind of anger burns through you, and your talking before you can think.

“I’m not trying to make you feel better, dickhead. I’m explaining something that you asked me about. Something that I, for your information, don’t ever have to share if I don’t want to. They see a woman, broken down, and think they have a right to take what they want. They don’t, and I made sure they knew it.”

“And-” He tries, but you’re too far gone. It almost feels good, to yell like this. Not have to think. Let yourself be angry.

“And what?! You wanna interrogate me? Tie me to another radiator? You don’t think this shit is traumatic enough to have to sit through? To let him say shit like that to my face, to you, and I just have to sit there, listening?”

“I’m sorry.” It’s far too late for that, tears were flowing down your cheeks and you were yelling so loud you thought anyone would be able to hear.

“No! Fuck you! You think because you kissed me one time I owe you an explanation of every detail of my life? Does that - is it changing shit for you? Too much now that you know it wasn’t all fucking sunshine for me down there?!” He steps forward, not put off by your anger one bit. He would take whatever you threw at him, and you were throwing your entire tank.

“That is not what I was saying. Don’t put those fuckin words in my mouth. This doesn’t change a god damn thing.”

“You sure? It did for Bobby. You know, he locked me up for a reason. Like an idiot, I thought it was because I broke his rules, went out on my own, but now I think he might of been jealous. Pissed something touched his toy before he’d broken me enough that I would let him do it himself.” Frank said nothing, just stood there and let you scream at him. “I fucked some guy, some security guard working at a bar I was casing. I wanted to make my own choices for once in my fucking life. I wanted that to be the one thing they couldn��t take from me. He found out, and threw me down in that cell. The last thing he said to me was ‘I hope it was worth it.’ They sent me the guys head two days later. Left it in there with me until it rotted and the rats came.”

You take a shuddering breath, not realising how much you were crying. That’s when Frank finally moves, and pulls you against his chest. He was still covered in blood, but it was dried out now and nearly cracked on his shirt with the force of him hauling you to him. He held you, let you cry into his shirt, and eventually you wrapped your arms around him, too.

You know he didn’t deserve what you said, but you were angry. So fucking angry that the Colonel would say shit like that - insinuate that anything had happened in front of Frank. You hated him for it, hated him for making you feel small or powerless, because you weren’t. Even without the enhancements, the only weak ones were the men who taunted you.

“I - I didn’t mean - they didn’t. I’m so-“ You hiccup between choked sobs, and Frank just held you, hushing you while walking backwards towards the other door in the bedroom that leads to the small bathroom. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay.” He whispers into your hair, and you try to just focus on breathing.

In for seven.

Out for eleven.

Frank holds you tighter, and it’s not until he picks you up and over something that you realise he’s pulling you into the shower. You were both still caked with blood and dirt from the night, but everything had moved so fast you almost forgot about it.

He leans back against the concrete wall, turning on the shower with his other hand. The hot water works weirdly well in this place, and the warmth runs down your back, making you press into him. Neither of you say anything, you were still crying, but it wasn’t so much because of the Colonel. You were angry at yourself for being so effected by it. You wanted so badly to put it behind you, but every day you were dragged further and further into it; the end getting further away the longer you ran from it.

“I’ll let you clean up.” He mumbles into your hair after minutes of silence pass, but you shake your head. The last thing you want right now is for him to leave. He still wasn’t close enough, with his arms around your back. He whispers a little ‘ok’ and stands there with you, both fully clothed as the water runs red.

Your cries get fewer and further between, and you can feel your body relaxing under Franks strong hold. The water melts some of the blood off you, but your clothes feel heavy the more water clings to it. Frank’s hands slide lower on your back, gently grabbing at the hem of your shirt. You lean off him, hands coming over his, and pull it over your head without hesitation, discarding it somewhere else.

“Something about you and showers.” You say as your breath comes back to you, and he looks down, hands coming to the side of your face. You were expecting a laugh, maybe an eye roll, but he leans down and kisses you instead. Lightly, like the first time.

“Every guy has his thing, huh?” Smiling, you grab at his shirt, slowly pulling it up and over. He winced slightly, and you lean back, getting a proper look at him. There’s a cut across his bicep, deep enough that two hours later it’s still an angry red colour. “Don’t worry about it.”

He tucks your hair behind your ears, using his thumbs to wipe away any remaining dirt and blood. He leans you back a little more, putting your face directly under the water and you splutter dramatically, making him laugh. The sound of it makes you forget about everything before, the Colonel outside, the Gnuccis coming for you. Everything stops, and you just look at him.

“I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“You do-“

“Take the apology. For once.” You sigh, and he pulls you forward and kisses you again. Harder this time, water running down both of your faces, Franks hands going past your cheeks and into your hair. Just as you lean into him, he pulls back. The blood running from his hair covers his face in a clear red. “You got soap in here?”

He leans away, grabbing a bottle of some kind of liquid that’s probably been there for years and squirting it all over your head. You grab it from him and return the favour, using way too much. You were smiling, laughing like neither of your lives were as they are, like you weren’t just sobbing into his arms minutes ago. Letting the blood run down the drain, he turned you around and took his time, running his hands through your hair and down your neck.

Fingers splayed on your shoulders, running down your back, taking his time. His face drops to your neck, lips brushing against the clean skin. You move your hair to one side, and he runs his fingers through it, letting his hand come over the top. He’s too careful, skipping over the bare skin of your chest, over the seam of your bra, landing on your stomach, and he presses you back into him, making you gasp.

“Feels good, Frank.” He still had one arm around your stomach, the other practically massaging the muscles in your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He says against your skin, and you almost shudder at the sound of his voice.

“Mhmm.” One of his fingers skates along the hem of your pants, dipping under the seam by just an inch, then slides back along your stomach. “Should take them off.”

“We got company.” He says unconvincingly, reminding himself more than you. Your eyes flutter closed.

“I don’t give a fuck.” His other hand drops, both of them now resting on your hips. You turn your face to his, kissing his nose, and he looks up at you.

“Listen, I-“

“It’s okay. If you can’t.” You say it softly. The water is running clear over your faces, only red at the bottom where you were still wearing your bloody clothes. His eye is starting to turn purple again. It’s rare to see him without any bruises on his face, the old ones having just faded out. “I understand.”

“You gonna let me talk?” You raise a hand and put it over your mouth, and he scoffs and shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“Hm.” You say through your hand, glad that it’s hiding your face from him.

“I like being here with you.” He pulls your hand away, slowly dragging it over your slightly bruised lips. You keep staring at him, in awe of the confession coming from his mouth. Moments pass, and you don’t even realise he was waiting for you. “You uh- be real good if you could say something now.”

“Oh, can I talk?” He rolls his eyes, smiling. “I like it too. Whatever it is.”

“Whatever it is, huh?”

“Well, I like it when you kiss me here.” You lean up, pressing your lips to his and snaking a hand up behind his neck. “And here.”

You pull his head back down to where it was, Frank obediently following your gentle pull, tongue darting out before his lips press right under your jaw.

“There?”

“Mhmm.” You can feel him smile against you, and his hand does that same little trick, sliding just an inch under the seam of your pants. “Have you… since your um-“

“Yeah.” You thank God he figured out what you were saying without having to say it. “Once.”

“Special lady?” He smiles again, and goes a little lower with his hand.

“Sure. Met her at a bar. Never saw her again.” His teeth graze the same spot as last time, and you arch into him.

“Classy, Castle.” You feel better. You weren’t sure you could handle being his first since… well, her. You could feel the ring on your spine, the chain of his necklace cold against your warm skin.

“What about you?”

“When-“ You gasp when he abruptly spins you around, lips attaching to your collarbone. “When would I of had the time?“

“Good.” He grumbles.

“Jealous?”

“Maybe.” You hook your arms around the back of his neck, encouraging him to meet your eyes.

“So what are we doing?“

“You tell me.” Everything he does makes you shiver, the last of the soap sliding down the side of his face. You run your hands over his now clean hair, no blood rushing out of it.

“I thought I made it pretty clear last time.” Your thumb brushes over his lower lip.

“You stopped me.” You pull back, squinting at him.

“No I didn’t. I was giving you an out.”

“Why would I want that?” You shrugged, and you felt his hands get tighter on your hips. “If it was up to me, I would have kept you up all night. Wouldn’t of slept for days.”

Your toes curl at the idea, all the thoughts you’ve had over the past few weeks crawling their way to the front of your brain.

“I only want what you want. Tell me, and it’s yours.” He breathes against your mouth, and you say the words you’ve been dying to say, but never had the courage. You still close your eyes when you open your mouth.

“I want you, Frank.”

“You got me.” The water shuts off, and in the next moment, your legs are in the air, wrapped around him, and nothing has ever felt more right.

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infitsovermisfits · 2 years

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idk if you’re taking requests rn but if they are could you write an eddie imagine where the reader plays bass in another band is outwardly really intimidating but once he somehow gets to know them they’re really soft and enjoy nerdy things, idk but hopefully you can figure something out lol

Hi! So sorry this took me so long to do anon ;-;

info: this was my first request ever?? fun! I had fun writing this sorry it took me about a week :p working on other things and I'm a little unmotivated but i like this... kinda. It went through a few idorations at one point i deleted all 2000 words because it was just really shit. switched perspectives and made it better ;P. it's.... it's okay :) thank u for the request tho anon!

WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, jason being an asshole and bullying reader,, Eddie being sweet- maybe ooc i really don't know, nerdy stuff. enjoy ? ;P

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With a sigh, Eddie walked through the all too familiar, empty halls of Hawkins High, eyes flicking over the bright murals on the wall. There was a box in his hands, containing things he had to bring home so he could finish his most elaborate DnD campaign yet. He'd even committed to cancelling a few pick-ups after school so he could do as much work as possible, though he never got around to finishing. He needed this done in time for tomorrow evening. He hummed to himself quietly as he walked towards the exit, that hook from the Welfare song looping again in his head again as he turned the corner. He walked forward, then stopped with a slight frown. This wasn't the right way... How had he missed his usual turn? He'd stayed in this school an extra two years and still somehow got confused with the layout. If there was anyone to see him, he'd likely be embarrassed- but something else caught his attention.

There was music, not in his head, but playing gently through the hall. Through the music notes on the walls around him, he deciphered this was the music corridor, and that the school band was playing... But there was no brass- just the faint sounds of drums, a bass and a guitar. That piqued his interest. Slowly, he walked towards the sounds, mentally raking through the catalogue of songs and cords he had stored to try and figure out what was playing. He found himself outside one of the new practice rooms. He stood on his tip-toes to see through the window at the group inside.

He'd seen you around a few times- he'd said hello and gotten nods or small 'hi's' back from you occasionally, considering you were an outcast too, but he didn't know you could play bass. As if transfixed, he tilted his head, focusing on you. Your nose was scrunched in concentration, but you were beaming to yourself as you played along, shaking your head to the beat of the song. When a particularly challenging solo came up for you, you set all your focus on your slender, practised fingers plucking at the strings expertly and grinning. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

His hand lingered over the door handle to the room but didn't touch the cool metal beneath his fingertips. He allowed himself to stay there for a few more moments, before deciding he was being entirely too creepy watching you like this. With a resigned sigh, he moved to stand next to the door, appreciating the music from outside and leaning against a wall. He'd tell you after practice how well you did, and hope his natural charm would help him along to asking you out on a date.

As the song came to a finish he turned to look at the door expectantly, only to hear chattering and laughter inside. He smiled to himself; he couldn't make out what anyone was saying, and he tried his best to try to match which muffled voice was yours. As the door opened he straightened, the voices coming in clearly,

"-and I'm telling you if you play like that tomorrow, we're bound to win," The drummer said excitedly, turning to you as you were pulling a jacket over your shoulders,

"Yeah- if we're even allowed to compete- George's an asshole for not coming to practice today," The sound of your voice made him smile, and he could faintly see you from where he stood. The three band members hadn't noticed him yet, "Shit- what the fuck?" You muttered, shaking your arm. You appeared stuck in the jacket and the wires to some headphones around your neck. The bass you had been playing was sitting, propped up on a stand within the room- you weren't taking it home? "How did I even-"

"Look, we're gonna run," The other guitarist piped up, moving past you and the drummer, "See you tomorrow!" They said as they rushed out of the room, their voices fading away as they left. Eddie glanced at them, blinking to himself. They hadn't seen him- he'd never felt so sneaky in his life. He moved forward, watching you as you groaned, a string of curses leaving your lips as you removed the headphones, setting them on a chair and attempting to untangle them, then proceeding to try to wiggle out of the jacket's arms,

"I can help you if you need!" He spoke up. You winced at the suddenness of his voice and he grimaced, not intending to scare you, "Sorry, I was walking by and-"

"I got it," You said sharply, sighing as you unplugged the walkman hooked to your hip and quickly untangled yourself. You did give him a slight reassuring smile, before quickly putting on your jacket. You disappeared into the room, snatching up the headphones and putting them around your head to rest on your neck,

"Oh. Right..." He said awkwardly, moving to stand in the doorway so he could see you better. You grabbed keys from a nearby surface, hair and loose clothing swinging with your quick movements, "So I was walking by the rooms and I heard you guys practising and I thought-"

"Cool! That's nice," You said, giving him a tight smile as you quickly moved towards him. He moved out of the way, watching you lock the door quickly,

"You haven't even heard what I had to say," He said with a small laugh. He quickly followed after you as you started walking quickly,

"I'm really sorry," You said, turning your head to look at him following you, "I've got a ride to catch- I really need to get home," You gave him an apologetic look, and he nodded,

"That's alright! We can walk and talk," He assured you, managing to keep up with you almost jogging through the halls by taking large strides, "I heard you playing; you're really good," He said,

"Thanks. But we just practice-"

"No, no. I meant you," He said and grinned at the breathless 'thanks' that left our lips, "I mean, your band was great but you really-" You were at the exit already. You almost stumbled into the door, your bag falling from your shoulder and hitting the glass,

"Shit did they lock it?" You hissed, struggling with the door for a moment,

"It's-" He watched you struggle for a moment, seemingly not hearing him, "Hey- it's-"

"What?" You asked sharply, in a meaner tone than intended, turning to cast him a slight glare,

"It's a pull door, not a push," He said, pointing a finger at the sticker. You quickly pushed it and grimaced,

"Fucking... Of course, it is," You huffed, "Sorry for yelling," You said sharply, adjusting your bag and quickly running through the door and down the stairs, "I'll see you around!" You yelled, and he watched you curiously as you yelled apologies to a black van that had begun driving off. As you approached, it violently stopped, and you pulled the side door open and disappeared inside.

"Damn..." He hissed to himself, frowning softly. He hadn't asked you your name before you left. He'd have to ask you next time... Or whenever he saw you next. One thing he did know was that you'd affected him somehow. Maybe you cast some magic spell because he hadn't felt his heart race like that for another person in a while. And so his quest to earn your affections began...

He realised he was being awfully quiet this lunch period, watching you across the room. The band members from the other day weren't there with you, and his mind fumbled for reasons why you were sitting alone at the corner of a table, picking at the lunch in your tray with a plastic fork. You were bopping your head to some music- your hair covered the headphones well. Subconsciously, he kept a wary lookout for any teachers coming to take them from you,

"Helloooo," He snapped back to his table, "Earth to Eddie?" Dustin said, looking at the older student quizzically, "What the hell are you looking at?" His newest recruit asked, and his friend Mike looked over in the direction he had just been. With an annoyed grumble, Eddie picked at the food in front of him,

"You've been quiet all lunch," Gareth asked, "What's happening, dude?" His friend asked. Eddie grimaced, before smiling at them and putting his hands together,

"Gentlemen," He addressed, "I may have just spotted us a new recruit," He said, raising his brows, "See they-"

"You speak like that to your mother, Carver!?" The yelling made him forget the words on the tip of his tongue as he looked back at you, now standing and furious. In the absence of his watchful gaze, you had been surrounded by the basketball team and were glaring furiously at Jason,

"Don't bring my mother into this," He shot back, standing from where he had taken a seat next to you. The whole cafeteria was now watching you intently, whispering amongst themselves,

"Aww, or what?" You taunted, "You gonna go cry to your mommy?" You pouted, smirking devilishly and cackling as his face grew red. Before you knew it, the tray you had was grabbed and thrown at you, and you yelped, the cafeteria erupting with noise and yelling.

The last time Eddie had moved that fast was last Saturday when he thought the cops were gonna bust him for selling to whatever buyer had heard of his business. He thought he'd die, tripping over multiple tree roots as he raced back towards his trailer and hopped through his window. He was a coward- and even though pissing off Jason was just part of the job now, he'd always bail whenever he'd get challenged to a fight. So why now, when he knew he'd gain nothing, was he weaving through the crowd to come to your aid.

How foolish he was to think you needed anything. He saw it before he heard it- your hand quickly moving through the air and connecting with his cheek in a powerful snap that sent Jason reeling to the side. As the crowd now surrounding the spectacle burst into cheers and chants, urging you to fight, he managed to slip past them and grab your arm, pulling you away to safety and losing you in the mass of students, faintly hearing Jason yelling threats at the two of you.

Your hand was warm in his. It was soft. It fit in his perfectly. If he wasn't so focused on taking you to safety, he'd kiss your knuckles and introduce himself like the gentleman he was. Once you were safely out of the crowd and in the far less busy hallways, he felt your hand getting yanked from his. He turned sharply, seeing you frowning as you pulled at the scraps of food lingering in your hair and sticking to your clothes,

"Ugh, Jesus," You muttered, "Gross..." You hissed,

"Hey," He said, "I can take you to the bathroom and give you my jacket," He offered, already preparing to slide it off his shoulders,

"No," He was frankly stunned by the short reply. Your voice had dropped slightly, and you were clearly distressed, shoulders shaking, "I... Just leave me alone, okay?" Your tone was soft with him again, and as you looked up at him from under the hair that had fallen over your eyes, he looked sympathetic,

"Alright," He held up his hands apologetically, "But just so you know uh... That slap was really badass," He said, smiling at you, "I mean wow I'm sure everyone in Hawkins High heard that," He added, smiling wider at the weak laugh you gave,

"I'm pretty sure there'll be a witch hunt if they find me. They won't stop till they have my head on a stick and all," You sniffled, eyes shimmering with tears,

"Right... Well, I know a cosy little spot out in the forest that I could take you to?" He offered, watching you, "Hey," He coaxed gently as he saw you looking off. And when your eyes met his, he felt his heart melt in his chest, "C'mon. I don't bite," He added, and you laughed again, fixing the strap of your bag and walking closer to him.

You were quite the whole walk across the soccer field and kept looking around fearfully. Eddie couldn't help but feel sorry for you- he'd like to know why you were sitting alone today. Why Jason had chosen you as a target. If this usually happened... Why you were this quiet...

"Right here," He said, motioning with his hands to a stray picnic table in the centre of a clearing. Looking back down at you, he saw you pushing your hair out of your eyes to see better. There were tear tracks going down your face, and your eyes were wide as they looked around the area,

"Cozy..." You confirmed, nodding your head. As you turned to look at him, he smiled, motioning for you to walk forward. As your eyes left his, he allowed himself to frown worriedly, watching as you warily approached one side of the bench. You set your bag on the bench and pulled your legs over the wood, sitting down and putting your head on your arms. He walked closer, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and looking at the thick leather one in his arms. He moved closer to you and gently tapped your arm. Your head shot up to look at him, and he motioned with the jacket,

"For you," He said, placing it carefully over your shoulders, making sure his rings wouldn't get caught in your hair. He patted the shoulders gently, before circling around the bench, "Where's the rest of your band?" He asked curiously, turning his back to you as he walked slowly, not sitting down at first. He walked further into the clearing, glancing at the orange leaves that fall brought along, "I noticed you sitting by yourself and uh... I was gonna come over and invite you to sit with us," He smiled, turning to look at you. Your eyes were still wet and you were looking off into the distance with a misty, far away gaze, "Uhm... Your music! I was supposed to ask you yesterday but you were in a rush," He said, smiling as he began to slowly pace, "I thought you were really great- you played phenomenally up there," He beamed. Your face didn't change at the compliment, "Where'd you learn how to play like that? Did you get lessons or teach yourself?" He walked back over to the bench, "I tried to teach myself how to play at first but I needed more practical lessons-"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Your voice was raspy slightly as you spoke up. He blinked, freezing where he stood, one leg over the seat on the bench and his lips parted. His eyes fell to the headphones in your hands, which you pulled off of your head. Right... He gave you a smile and sat down across from you, tapping his hands on the wood,

"Yeah, just uh... Hi, my name is Eddie Munson," He said, reaching a hand out across the table. You set your headphones around your neck, moving a hand to pause the track playing through the device. He could hear it- the same solo he heard you play yesterday. Your hand slid into his and squeezed as he shook your hand,

"Hi Eddie," You greeted, letting his hand go and dropping it to your lap. Your gaze fell to the numerous scratches and crude drawings that marked the wood as you told him your name. He nodded, saying hello back,

"Thought you should know the name of your saviour," He joked, but it didn't seem to land with you as you nodded your head and avoided his gaze. He shifted so both his hands were on the table, one outstretched and the other bent so he could rest his chin in his hand and gaze at you. He felt a warm sensation fill his blood at the sight of you transfixed by the rings on his fingers. Wiggling them, he spoke up, earning your attention again, "You can come here whenever you want," He assured, "Almost no one knows this is here so your safe from the hunting party," He smiled at you reassuringly, watching you nod along.

He still watched you curiously, head tilted to the side as you sat in silence. From the ground shaking by his foot and the way your left arm was moving, he guessed you were tapping your leg anxiously. With a small sigh, he glanced around, looking at your bag and looking over the pins on it,

"So," He spoke up, "You were playing bass yesterday, right?" He asked, and you nodded, "I wanted to tell you you did amazing," Your eyes lit up at that, and a small smile ghosted your lips. There it is, he thought,

"You did?" You asked in a small voice, and he found his heart beat a little faster. He nodded his head with a small hum

"Yeah- I mean, you're basically like Geezer dude,"

"You listen to Black Sabbath?" You asked eagerly, your eyes shining with excitement,

"Are you kidding?" He grinned, "Of course, I listen to Black Sabbath, they're the greatest band ever. I was asking you before if you're self-taught or did you get lessons?" He asked, leaning forward curiously, "Or are you uh... Naturally gifted?" He asked, and you laughed softly,

"I see, I see," You nodded, moving your hands to pull his jacket over your shoulders more "You trying to steal my secrets, Munson?" You asked playfully. His brain stops functioning momentarily and all he can do is let out a small chuckle until the words can form in his mouth. He has to shake his head and collect himself, and when he does, he finds the smile on his face won't leave,

"Ahah- yeah, I... I'm always looking for tips on how to play better myself," He said, smiling, and you nod along,

"Right, right," You said. You begin with a small sigh, "Well, I've always enjoyed music. Listening, playing, singing. It's cause my family's super musical. My mom was in choir and band and my dad had his own band years ago. He's who gave me my sick taste in music," You said playfully, "Mom doesn't mind it but it's 'not her favourite'," You made air quotes, "She's still super supportive and encouraging of me though. We always had this huge piano at home and she'd play it occasionally. Apparently, when I was a baby, hearing music was the only way to get me to sleep," You smiled at him, "When I grew up, she'd let me sit with her and eventually taught me how to play that. Then my dad gave me his old bass and he's been teaching me," You explained

"Woah- so you're still fairly new?" He asked, curiously,

"Well, I wouldn't say fairly new. I never entirely got the hang of guitars because my hands are too small and dainty," You said playfully, moving your hands out in front of you to show him, before wiggling your fingers. Your nails had bits of black nail polish chipping off of them, and there were exactly three rings on your hands- two on your right, one on your left. One was on your thumb, the other on your middle finger; one was on your other middle finger. He wouldn't let his mind wander to how skilled they must be if they can play the piano and bass. He sucked in a small breath and glanced back at your face when you snatched them back, "So my dad thought I'd play better on bass. Once I got the basics down, I'd just practise whenever I had the time. Sometimes I'd... I'd put on the radio and try to play along to any song- even if they didn't have a bassline," You said, before glancing away, "It sounds lame but it's fun-"

"I don't think it's lame at all. It's cool" He said quickly, "It's your way of learning, and helping you get better," He said,

"Yeah?" You smiled, reaching a hand into your bag. He watched your movements for a moment, before speaking up again,

"Yeah, defiantly," He spoke, "You know, I play the guitar too," You looked up at him again, and he held your gaze. In his peripheral vision, he could see your hand moving in the bag, blindly searching,

"Hah- I play bass, not guitar, there's a difference," You said with a sly grin, and he laughed,

"Of course, yes, I'm sorry for offending you- oops," your bag falls over the end of the table, contents spilling on the brown leaves. He instantly bends to help pick up your fallen things,

"Hey, it's fine I've got it," You assured, setting the bag on the table and moving away from the seat to pick things up,

"I'll help," He assured, glancing at you and nodding. You let out a small sigh, but he could see your smile return,

"Thank you so much," You said gently, your hand brushing against his rings as you picked up your books,

"Yeah, no problem..." He straightened, looking over the book you had taken out from the library and plucking a leaf that had come between the pages, "I didn't realise you liked Tolkien," He commented, giving you a look as he held up the copy of 'Lord of the Rings',

"This? Oh yeah- my little brother got it from school and told me to read it to him as a bedtime story but he got bored of it so he returned it before I could read the rest. Think I made it about thirty pages and he was out," You laughed, grabbing the book from him, "I kinda got hooked. Now I just wanna finish it by myself,"

"Haha- right. I get that. It is long, but the details-" He gushed,

"Right?" You grinned, fixing the placements of your school books inside the bag, "All the details he puts in- it's so vivid. It's like he went to Middle Earth himself!" You smiled. He nodded. It was already great enough that you shared a similar music taste, and were in a band, but now that he knew you had an interest in fantasy? He must've done something to appease the big man above because God, you were perfect. The conversation shifted between your shared interests, band, music and fantasy, and that's when he found out you were interested in DnD,

"Hold on, hold on- Dungeons and Dragons?" He asked,

"Yes! Played it at summer camp once and I loved it and- oh my God you just jogged my memory!! Can't believe I forgot about that game," You sighed, "I wonder if anyone still plays it," He stared at you with wide eyes momentarily, "What?" You asked with a grin, "What??" You repeated as he said nothing. He had only brought it up because he felt a strange object beneath his shoe, and when he'd picked it up, it'd been a red and black D20. You had it between your fingers, picking at the mud with your fingernails. He then spread his arms, leaning back and gesturing to his shirt. For a moment you stared confused, eyes flicking down to his chest, "Oh my God!!" You exclaimed as it clicked,

"Yeah," He laughed,

"What the hell- how have we never met before??" You grinned excitedly shifting forward, closer to him,

"I mean I tried yesterday-"

"Shit, I'm so sorry," You gasped, "I-"

"It's alright, you needed a ride, I get it," He smiled, watching you,

"Hold on- what's the time?" You asked worriedly, glancing at the watch on his wrist,

"Mmm, four twenty-eight," He said with a surprised infliction in his voice. He was late to the Hellfire meet up,"

"Fuck!!" You exclaimed, "I have- my band- ugh," You stumbled as you quickly got up, "Shit, shit," You hissed, and he quickly stood too,

"Hey, it's fine," He said quickly, "I c-"

"No! It's not-" You sighed, "Sorry for yelling again, it's just that I have- we have 'Battle of the Bands' tonight and we were all supposed to go and now they're probably gone without me-" You rambled, dropping your bag on the ground and groaning as you picked it back up,

"I'll drive you," He said quickly. Eddie had two priorities in life: listen to good music and don't get caught by the cops. Well, maybe he had more but at this moment, seeing you so nervous made him determined to get you there,

"Wha...?" You questioned, stopping to push hair out of your eyes, "You don't even-"

"Where're you playing?" He asked, taking out his keys and twirling them slightly, the many keychains rattling in his fingers, "Come on- tell me on the way," He said, leading you quickly out of the clearing and to the almost empty parking lot.

Your band members, although angry at your lateness, had calmed when you arrived with Eddie no less. He stayed in the crowd while you played, and you kept making eye contact with each other throughout the show and grinning like idiots. Somewhere in his heart, he knew he'd be bound to you forever. He was willing to drive you to any show you wanted if it meant seeing you so happy and free, playing like you did tonight. And it was a good thing he kept the dice you'd dropped in his pocket so he had the chance to give it to you when you next saw each other. Then again with one of your rings, then again with a necklace, then with various guitar picks. And so forth until you playfully relented and agreed to date him.

Then he didn't need a reason to steal from you anymore. He only did it to piss you off.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things 4 spoilers #st4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4

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snailsgoingdowntown · 11 months

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i loved your latest bsd work! also its v realistic (at least for me) bc i keep seeing these works of like, staying with them through thick and thin and while it is cute! kinda unrealistic 😭 i hope u have a good day 🫶

Gdhd thank you!!!

It really is unrealistic. A lot of people, myself included, would make the argument that everything would turn out alright if you would just stay. But that's neither healthy nor possible (majority of the time). Obviously yes, in some cases that works, but in many more it just won't.

I would know, because once upon a time I tried to stay with someone who was just... Toxic. It was not good for my mental health and I stayed up all night barely getting three hours of sleep in talking them out of well... Yeah.

The amount of times I cried and had mental breakdowns on the daily was not. Ideal. But it was exactly the memories of that, that made me think: "a relationship with these characters is impossible."

They have may issues that many people are just not equipped to handle, either because they were never told how or because they simply can't, regardless if they're in the same situation/have the same thoughts/feelings as these characters.

Like, realistically, ik many people would not be able to deal with Dazai. I wouldn't be able to, that man would make me fall down into a pit of despair where I return to my old habits and thoughts I don't want to go through again.

Kunikida would be horrible to deal with, at least Dazai would make a person laugh. He's way too strict and I have a fear of people like that, not only that, he tends to speak with his chest out in a loud voice. That's not a bad thing, but for him specifically, it makes him feel unapproachable, to me at least. If you're caught up with the manga, then you know how Aya's dad is, and I am afraid of him becoming like that if he were to ever find a lover or have a kid. Sure, it wouldn't be on purpose, but realistically, there is a decent sized chance that MIGHT happen.

I wouldn't be able to deal with Ranpo, we'd get into fights 24/7. He would make me cry and I would punch his face.

Chuuya... Haha, I honestly can't see him with anyone. Dazai and the sheep probably ruined that for him, along with that one guy in stormbringer who's name I forgot. They're lucky he still has trust in him for them.

Aku and higuchi are a very toxic dual, and keep in mind she likes him the way he is. So imagine if her affections were to shift to someone new, and based on how obsessive she is with him, it would probably be the same story, and remember, in one side story, she literally used her off day to stalk him. Not only that but she wanted to kill Gin simply because she THOUGHT she was romantically involved with Aku. And she did a total 180 when she found out she was his sister.

Tbh I think Gin would make a better choice for Higuchi cuz at least she doesn't slap her around.

But yeah, a relationship with any of these characters would probably be impossible for most, not all, but most. It's always good to be there for people, but please set boundaries, know your limits.

But yea, that's the joy of fan fiction, you can make anything work in fiction. But in reality it probably wouldn't. But fiction is nice. Idek what I'm saying anymore, it's 3am, but thank you for the ask and remember to take care of yourself too!!

#anon answered #anon #marie talks #✉️.txt #even do i said all of that #im still going to write fluff for them to cope #i need fluff with problematic characters #but i also plan on writing more stuff like this

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks.

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously.

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire.

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red.

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own.

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands.

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket.

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands.

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?”

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious.

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers.

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide.

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten.

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling.

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed.

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands.

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?”

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked.

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional.

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology.

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again.

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.”

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be.

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide.

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled.

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up.

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

“A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made.

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Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut.

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details.

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver.

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking.

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor.

Keigo stood just outside.

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment.

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?”

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was.

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described.

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment.

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you.

I’ll make this good for him.

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.”

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step.

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did.

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall.

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide.

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point.

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe.

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper.

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants.

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back.

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

“I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look.

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude.

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth.

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo?

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate.

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to.

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him.

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure.

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance.

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame.

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards.

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides.

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down.

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could.

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong.

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick.

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw.

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster.

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock.

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling.

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb.

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt.

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before.

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over.

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more.

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you.

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You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low.

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad.

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin.

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest.

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.

For once.

#salem writes #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x y/n #feral hawks #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #hawks smut #hawks #takami keigo #keigo x y/n #reader x hawks #you x hawks #dont call me a furry for this one but damn im tredding the line #bnha smut

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don’t know if this is still something u want requests for, but maybe childe and a reader who after meeting teucer realizes they would like to have kids with childe one day, or something like that? anyway thanks for ur time c:

Building a Family

THEMES: fluff, domestic, children convo

WARNINGS: mention of his real name

NOTES: I purposely did this in a headcanon way to somehow have a change of pacing. I hope you don’t mind! Please enjoy reading thank you for the request ^.^ also around this time i’m probably already asleep so i’m sorry if i may not be able to reply! (i scheduled it at around 4am hehe)

CHILDE

it all started when Teucer sent a letter specifically towards you

Your husband hands over the envelope with a confused face, crossing his arms afterwards with a raised brow

“Why would he send a letter to you? Can I see what he sai-okay, okay, I won’t. Knowing Teucer, he probably wanted to say something to you and didn’t want me to know it.”

The letter was apparently just to inquire how you were, was his older sibling treating you well, and then he inquired if he can visit your house by the weekends.

You agreed, of course, but not without telling it to your husband.

“But I have a mission on that day, are you sure you could take care of him alone? Well, I know that you can but-okay, alright. I trust you. I know you can handle Teucer pretty well.”

So when the day came that Teucer showed up, you waited for him at the port and you felt an overwhelming sort of feeling when he ran up and embraced you by your waist.

Your hand raised to caress Teucer’s hair and he looks up to you, where you then saw the same eyes that his older brother, your husband has.

For a moment, you felt as if you were with a little Ajax—maybe you were, but it did made you think of children—your children, will-be, that is, if your husband ever want to

Now you have always known that Childe’s a family man, but you just recently noticed that he hasn’t mentioned anything about creating a family with you—not that you minded, but seeing Teucer that day was enough for you to be reminded of that fact and made you feel odd.

Did you want to have children with Childe? Of course you did, but if he didn’t feel like it’s time… maybe not yet?

Still, you decided that day that you’d mention it by the time he comes home and Teucer too.

Spending your time with Teucer made you prepare yourself mentally and emotionally with the discussion that you wanted to bring up to your husband. Of course, you should be entirely sure before initiating this—this is a life-changing situation, thus it’s only proper to think about it as much as you can—in a positive way.

So the moment finally came and by the time you both settled down on the sofa, you finally asked him what he thinks about having a family with you.

“Children?” he turns to you, eyes curious and innocent, even, reminding you of Teucer and in turn the motivation to confidently answer him back with a nod.

He fully turns his body towards you, an arm still by the back of the sofa and behind you.

“Why are you bringing it up? Is it because of Teucer? Did he say something to you?”

You’d think he doesn’t like the idea at first, but he’d just be genuinely confused why you’re bringing this up all of a sudden.

“Not that I don’t want to…” he adjusts his seat and his hand reaches out to yours, bringing it up to his lips for him to land a soft kiss on it. “I want you to be sure, that’s why I waited for you to bring it up. Don’t think that I don’t want to make a family with you because I do.”

He’s not an insensitive guy so he will be serious during this conversation, but once it has came to an end, he'll crack a joke or two to lighten the mood.

Actually, I think he was thinking about having children the whole time and he would be scared to bring it up because of his work, additionally, what if you didn’t want to? Because of his title too? So honestly, when you brought it up, he’d be relieved and his worries would disappear the moment you side with him:)

#genshin x reader #childe x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin oneshots #tartaglia x reader #genshin fluff #genshin childe #childe x you #qeued⚜️

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kitybur · 2 years

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𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬

request: miss gurl you already know what i want ;)

warnings: pronouns: she/they

a/n: yes mads, your karl fic is coming right up!!

promt: “your character rides the bus every day with the same familiar strangers. today, a passenger they recognizes slips them a secret note.”

karl jacobs x reader

it was a busy morning where you lived, around 7:30 (seven-thirty) a.m. to be precise. you always took the bus to work because the aesthetic was soothing, despite the fact that it was packed and filthy.

you recognized almost everyone on the bus, if not by name, then at least by face. of course, because you were on a tight schedule, you never had time to sit down and get to know your bus pals. on the bus, there was one individual who drew your eye every now and again. he had brown fluffy hair and blueish grey tea-colored eyes, and he always dressed in the best clothes that fit his style well.

you chastised yourself for staring, yet it was impossible not to. at the same time, he was lovely and gorgeous. to top it off, a charming little smile and giggle. the only empty seat next to him was next to you on the bus ride home one night. you sat next to him after mentally calming down. he didn't make an effort to speak during the ride, and neither did you. until you chose to strike up a discussion.

"hello!" you say. “every day i see you on the bus, where do you go?" real smooth y/n, real fucking smooth. despite the fact that he chuckled at your phrasing, he responded.

"i'm generally on my way to work, but occasionally I'm just trying to get into the city. how about you?”

"work." you said flatly. after that awkward silence, he stood up, smiled at you, and walked away as the bus came to a stop a few minutes later. tomorrow is always there.

so you sat across from him the next day, didn't say anything, but exchanged grins here and there. the same man had approached you as you were exiting one day, informing you you had dropped something. he handed you a piece of yellow paper. it had to be from work, you reasoned. when you came home, you sat down everything and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. you sat on the couch and opened the letter you had taken from your backpack.

“greetings, stranger.

is it strange that I'm giving a letter to you? sorry for not making an effort to talk to you on the bus the other day. im the person you sat with. by the way, my name is karl! im bummed I didn't see you sooner >:(. you seem pleasant and super pretty. If you ever want to talk, my instagram handle is @karljacobs, or you can approach me on the bus. ;)

from, karl.”

wow was your first thought. you didn’t realize you were smiling like an idiot while reading his letter. you scrambled up to find pen and paper, starting to write your own letter back to the man - karl.

“karl, a stranger on the bus,

i think it's thoughtful of you to write me a letter in order to communicate with me. you're a gorgeous young man! You're quite striking, don't you think? if I'm being honest, I'm delighted you slipped me this note. I'd like to talk to you more on the bus or through text. If if you get the follow from me on Instagram, my username is @y/u/n :P”

you grinned as you closed the note and stuffed it into the front pouch of your book bag for the next day.

when the next day came, you hurriedly prepared, eager to return the fluffy haired boy's letter. you waited for the bus, your feet jumping nervously but excitedly. when it arrived and you boarded, you sat in your usual seat across from the man. it arrived after what felt like hours on the bus to his drop-off point. you put the note into his coat pocket as he was exiting, hoping he would discover it later.

and he succeeded. you received a message from none other than karl jacobs himself that same night, barely a few hours later.

karl jacobs

hey!

hello, karl:)

would you like to meet up for a drink tomorrow? or whenever you have some spare time?

you grinned at your phone and quickly typed a response.

certainly! why don't you meet me at the bus stop tomorrow?

of course :D

it quickly became a ritual for you guys. as your friendship blossomed into something more romantic, you met at the bus stop for short dates. it turned into something incredible.

#mcyt imagine #fanfic #writing #mcytumblr #karl mcyt #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #karl jacobs x you

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svtskneecaps · 2 years

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sunset in a bottle

(gender neutral) reader x lee seokmin

genre: fluff, and about three paragraphs where it gets a wee bit of angst in it ; words: 3.3k

horse camp!au; listen in the interest of full disclosure i ripped most of the mystery aspect from the Barbie Horse Adventures: Riding Camp wii game alright, anything in 'single quotes' is more or less quoted directly from the game. also, my knowledge of horses begins and ends with that game (and about twelve total hours on a horse over the course of my entire [redacted] years of life) so if you know stuff about horses. please stop.

note: HEYA @escapewriter I GOT YOU BABY, I BE SANTA, SORRY LAKJSDFLKAJSFD MERRY HOLIDAY BUD I HOPE THIS IS GOOD also hope that tag works anyway love u <3

(also thank u yellow for struggling to title this bad boy with me and coming up with the one seen here, let's just all agree not to think too hard about it thx)

You wanted so badly to be mad. You wanted to be huffy, and you wanted to sulk, and you wanted to rail against your mom for kicking you off to some ridiculous horse camp on some ridiculous island a million miles from everything you’d ever known, but damn it all, the island was just too pretty. It was too hard to stay mad when the sea glittered everywhere you looked, and the distant sound of the waterfall serenaded you to sleep. So you wanted to consume yourself in angst--but you couldn’t.

C’est la vie.

The horse riding wasn’t too bad, either--once you stopped gasping every time the horse picked up speed. At least the horse was patient with you. The woman who ran the camp--Ms. Roberts--seemed unsurprised by your hesitance towards picking up speed. Apparently your grace in the saddle once you finally crossed that little mental hurdle was more surprising, although you didn’t hear that from her directly. You only found out when she sent you to saddle up.

“Try to find my nephew,” she said. “Ask him for Breezy.”

And you did as she’d said, pushing through the stable doors and looking for the stable boy you’d been introduced to on your first day.

“Seokmin!” You didn’t yell it as loud as you wanted, wary of startling the horses, but it was a big building and you weren’t about to keep Ms. Roberts waiting.

“Polo!” he called back.

You snorted, rounding the corner to see him grooming one of the horses--one you recognized as way above your skill level. “Shouldn’t that only come after Marco?”

“They’re both names, aren’t they?” He set the brush down, turning to face you with a smile. “What can I do for you?”

“Ms. Roberts said to ask you about ‘Breezy’.” Saying it aloud landed you with conflicting feelings--either you sounded like a spy, or a total dork.

Seokmin’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, already?”

“Already?” you echoed. “Am I about to live my ‘main character in a horse girl movie’ dreams?”

He shook his head. “No, Breezy’s a total sweetheart, but usually my aunt keeps new riders on Tammy for another week.”

“Well, I swear I’ve never been on a horse before,” you said, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.” You’d never been a scout, but he didn’t need to know that.

“That I could tell.” He laughed, but it didn’t feel mean. He gestured to the horse he’d been grooming. “This stunning beauty is Breezy.”

You felt your own eyebrows shoot up, but you tried to soften the sudden fear. “Bit narcissistic to compliment your own work, huh?”

“It’s not narcissistic if it’s true,” he countered.

“I’ll give you that one, she truly is stunning.” You chewed your lip. “She’s also way out of my league.”

“Not if my aunt said to ask for her,” he said, grabbing the saddle hanging on the wall. “She thinks you can handle it.”

“Well I sure don’t.”

But he was already adjusting the stirrups, paying your naysaying no mind. “Ready to mount up?”

“Um,” you said, articulately, staring the horse in her sleepy, terrifying eyes. “What happens if I say no?”

“Then we’ll saddle up Tammy and you can practice until you feel ready.” He set a hand on your arm and smiled. “But for what it’s worth, my aunt believes in you. And so do I.”

For once, your lack of air had nothing to do with horses.

“Okay,” you said, when you finally found your voice. “Let’s give it a shot.”

It took you a couple tries to mount up. Breezy was taller (and terrifying) but you got it, without help, even, although it was offered. You found yourself beaming as you walked the horse over to Ms. Roberts, and you barely gasped at the speed changes and found yourself at ease in a steady trot by the end of the lesson.

Overall, an excellent day’s work, in your opinion.

Pretty quick, you were cleared for free riding across the island. You’d been strictly instructed to keep to the main trails, but otherwise you’d been allowed free reign (ha. free rein). And it was exactly what you needed; careening around the scenery at a walk or a trot or--very rarely--a gallup was a balm to your soul. You’d graduated from Breezy to a horse more equipped for the long rides you craved--Buckshot. You thought that’d be the kind of name given to a sprinter, but he seemed to enjoy long walks on the beach as much as you did, which was good, because one of your long walks uncovered the bottle.

At first you thought it was just trash, which kinda pissed you off.

“People have no respect,” you grumbled, swinging your leg over Buckshot’s back to hop down and grab it. Brushing the sand off it, you realized there was something inside--a paper. The cork in the bottle was stuck pretty tight, but with enough work you got it out of the way. It must’ve been ancient, since it fell apart under your fingers. Fishing the paper out of the bottle was the work of seconds.

You heard the callout while you read, “Marco!”

“Polo!” you hollered back, still skimming the page.

Seokmin appeared over the hill, reigning Tantor to a halt. “It’s sunset, time for campers to be back at the stables.” Then he blinked. “What’s that?”

“Message in a bottle,” you answered.

“Ooh, really?” He dismounted with grace you could never hope to match. “What’s it say?”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty depressing,” you said. “It says, ‘To whoever finds this, it looks like our boat is going down, and I will never see my beautiful island again. I was so scared to go on the boat, and now I know why. They’re getting the lifeboats ready, but I’m still scared. So if anyone finds this, you can have the jewelry I hid in the heart of the old place. Momma’s calling now. Think of me. Signed--” you squinted, trying to decipher the curlicues “--Hannah Roberts’.”

Seokmin’s eyebrows shot up. “Hannah Roberts?”

“Is she related to you?”

“Yeah, she’s my great-great aunt.”

You huffed a breath. “Oof, sorry to have read her final words out of nowhere.”

“Actually, those weren’t her final words.” He grinned. “She actually survived and lived a long and happy life at her destination. They shipped all her stuff back after she died of old age.” He frowned. “She was right about one thing, though. She never did come back to the island.”

“Well that sucks.”

He shrugged. “She seemed happy out there.”

You frowned at the note. “Wonder what she meant by ‘the old place’.”

“Are you thinking about trying to find it?”

“Well, if she never came back to the island, it’s probably still there, right? Family heirlooms should be with the actual family.” You shrugged, rolling your shoulders. “Besides, I need a project. Just something to focus on.”

“Blasting through ribbons faster than any camper on record isn’t enough for you?” he teased, moving to mount his horse.

You rolled your eyes, attempting to mount Buckshot and succeeding on the third try. “I’m not that impressive.”

“Sure you are!” He swung himself onto Tantor’s back, on the first attempt.

“Uh huh,” you said.

He sighed, shaking his head at you. “You can’t compare yourself to me,” he scolded. “I grew up here.” He wheeled his horse around, patting you on the shoulder. “Trust the horse boy, you’re doing amazing.”

Then he grinned. “Race you to the stables!” He clicked his tongue and Tantor took off like a shot.

You gasped, looking down at Buckshot. “We’re not gonna let that stand are we?” With a click of your tongue and a gentle squeeze, he took off after Seokmin.

(they beat you there, of course, but you didn’t fall off or panic and he didn’t even seem to be handicapping himself, so you’d count that as a victory of your own)

You met up with Seokmin after the first jumping lesson, throwing yourself dramatically to the porch next to his chair with a groan. He looked up from his book.

“That good, huh?”

“Curse you for inflating my ego with your repeated assurances that I’m a prodigy,” you grumble. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through today?”

He pretended to consider, before smiling. “No clue!”

“First, Jeonghan had me set up the course by myself, even though I’ve never done it before, and I still haven’t figured out if it was a teaching moment or if he just didn’t want to do it himself--”

“The second one.”

“--And then I spent the morning toppling on my ass, and the afternoon icing my bruises.” You threw a hand over your eyes. “My pride is too wounded, I can never ride again. I will never move from this spot. I’ll become one with the moss. Remember me as I was, and not as I am. My strength. . . it’s failing. . .”

“Well, I found Hannah’s diary.”

You sat up. “My strength returns.”

He laughed and it sounded like a sunset. “You wanna see?”

“Am I allowed?”

He shut the book and stood, offering you a hand up. “Of course you are.”

You took his hand.

Reading the diary was an adventure. You kept cycling through emotions--from guilt over reading someone’s private thoughts, to giddy over witnessing this slice of history, to analytic as you scanned every passage of the diary for some hint as to what ‘the old place’ meant. The wild shifts made Seokmin giggle, but he was just as bad as you were, so you didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest.

Seokmin grabbed your arm, pointing at a passage. “Look, she mentioned the bottle!” He bent over the page (he was better at reading cursive). “ ‘Now that I’m safe, I wonder if anyone will find that message in a bottle I threw overboard. I would hate to lose my jewelry forever. Of course, they would have to find the Rainbow Waterfall and the cave painting I made in order to figure it out.’ ”

You chewed your lip. “There’s only the one waterfall on the island, right?” That trail had scared you far too much to attempt it.

“Yeah.” He suddenly seemed unsure. “But the storm caused a lot of damage across the island, and that path is treacherous on a good day. If you’re not careful, some of those bridges could snap right beneath you. It wouldn’t be safe.”

You sighed. “Then I guess the adventure ends here, until the trail gets fixed.”

“Guess so.” He patted your shoulder. “On the bright side, we’ve still got a ton of history to go through.”

“True!” You brightened. “I wanna see how she met her lover.”

“Her lover,” he echoed, faking a swoon. “You say it so romantically, it really is like the days of old.”

“Well I don’t know who she married!” You defended. He opened his mouth and you shrieked. “And don’t you dare spoil it!”

“I wasn’t! I swear!” He leaned back over the diary. “Come on, she’s going to that dance she mentioned a couple entries ago. You’ll miss all the drama.”

“If she didn’t manage to upstage Tiffany Greenwood the world has no justice.”

In your defense, you’d intended to keep the agreement. You stayed to the well trod trails, focused on your riding, careened over hill and dale, until you left everything in the dust and Marco, Polo became less of a joke and more of the easiest way for Seokmin to find you, when sunset finally came.

(by this point, you knew enough to start heading back by then, but he still came out to find you. truthfully, you enjoyed racing him to the stables in the twilight, and seeing him grin at you as you hurtled across the terrain affected your heart rate more than the adrenaline)

But you completed the camp requirements for a jumping ribbon, and you blasted through the Roads and Tracks ribbon, and there was only one ribbon left to work towards, and it scared you. When that was done, what was left?

And then it was visitation day.

And your mom came to the island.

And she took one look at your ribbons--four ribbons, obtained faster than anyone in the history of the camp--and said, “Well. It took you long enough.”

The sun didn’t set right, that night. You didn’t leave the bunkhouse. You didn’t see Seokmin. You just laid there, staring at your ribbons.

(took you long enough)

And then you were on the mountain trail, staring down a wooden bridge--barely visible between the faint light of a crescent moon and the vapor from the waterfall--with the reins clenched in your fists.

You dismounted, heart pounding. You wouldn’t put Buckshot in danger. Thinking was difficult, over the beating of your heart and the echo in your head (took you long enough), but you had enough sense to know that this was stupid--that putting anyone else in danger was stupid--and you patted the horse on the side and stepped closer to the bridge.

And then the call echoed up the mountain, “Marco!”

You froze.

Again, “Marco!”

You hesitated, but called back. “Polo.”

Seokmin guided Tantor up the mountain at a canter, dismounting with that grace you didn’t have--that you would never have--and hurried over to meet you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, and his eyes shone with worry.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” you said, instead of answering.

He started, stopped, hesitated, and then said, “I missed you at sunset,” he said. “And I was going to stop in and see if you were okay, and you were gone. The mountain was. . . just a hunch.” He placed a gentle hand on your arm. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

You looked away--you couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s. . .”

You wanted to be honest. He made you want to be honest.

“I wasn’t fast enough,” you said. “I spent too much time being scared and falling off, and I didn’t get the ribbons fast enough.”

“Says who?”

The outburst made your eyes snap up to his face--his expression shifting from flabbergasted to annoyed and back, every second.

“You’ve advanced faster than any student we’ve ever had at this camp,” he said. “It took me a whole year to earn my Roads and Tracks ribbon, so you listen to me and you listen good.” And he took you by the hands and looked you in the eye which made it very hard to listen. “Not only are you fast enough, you’re too fast. I mean-- leave some for the rest of the campers, come on!”

You snorted, and he grinned.

“No,” you said, “it’s all mine. They can fight me for it.”

He laughed, squeezing your hands. “That’s the spirit.” He bumped your shoulder. “And I’m the resident horse expert, so you know I’m right.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the misty bridge. “Guess we better get back to the stables.”

“We could, but we’re already up here.”

“And it’s dangerous. You said so yourself.”

“I said it was dangerous for you. And that was before you finished the Roads and Tracks ribbon.” He mounted Tantor, wiggling his eyebrows. “How ‘bout it?”

He would be the death of you.

You swung yourself back onto Buckshot. “Let’s do it.”

The trail was as treacherous as was advertised, but the horses were careful and you made it to the top of the mountain with relative ease.

You dismounted, staring across the island.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Seokmin said.

It was no sunset. “It’s sure pretty,” you said, watching the thousands of stars.

“We’ll have to come up here before sunset sometime. You’ll love it.” He nudged your arm, then turned to an outcropping. “If Wii Sports Resort taught me anything, it’s that there’s gonna be a cave back here-- aha!”

“Wii Sports Resort?”

He seized your hand and tugged you behind him. “I can’t believe I never found this place before!” He yanked a flashlight out of his pocket, flicking it on to reveal the small chamber--and the painting.

“That is a big tree,” you said, staring at the mural overtaking most of the wall. Despite the years, it hadn’t faded really at all.

“For a cave painting it’s really detailed.”

“What I don’t get is why you’d leave a hint in a cave painting at the top of a mountain.” You shook your head. “It seems like a lot of unnecessary steps.”

“Shh!” He waved a finger at you distractedly. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”

“Didn’t that lead to the fall of Troy?”

“Shh!” He surveyed the cave wall, and then pointed. “There’s a heart on the trunk. That seems important.”

“Didn’t she mention something like that in the bottle? In the heart of the old place, right?”

He shook your shoulder, bouncing on his heels. “There’s only one tree on the island she could mean!”

“The Ancient Oak,” you finished.

“We gotta check it out. We gotta check it out now!”

“Since when was I the voice of reason?”

“Oh come on, you’re with me, and if we find the jewelry there’s no way my aunt will be mad at us when we get back,” he whined.

You laughed. “I was convinced from the minute you said it. Race you once we’re clear of the mountain?”

“You’re on!”

Going down the mountain was harder than going up, somehow, and while Buckshot was an angel, he was not a racer, so naturally Tantor and Seokmin won the breakneck chase to the tree.

“Check it out, it’s shaped like a heart!” He pointed at a knot in the trunk as you trotted up. “It’s the thing, it’s gotta be!”

“Is the jewelry in the tree then? Or like, buried under it?” You swung yourself off your horse.

“In it I bet, she said in the heart, didn’t she?” He inspected the knot. “Yeah, there’s a hole there!”

You poked the knot, and the wood dislodged, revealing a small space behind it. “How long did it take to hollow this out? That’s nuts.”

He giggled. “Tree pun.”

You snorted. “Unintended, I promise.”

He shoved his hand into the space, fishing around. “I’m not feeling--oh wait!” He yanked his hand out, shoving it towards you. “I found it! I found the thing!”

“A necklace, huh?”

“A locket,” he corrected.

You made a face. “The locket is the thing on it, it’s a necklace with a locket.”

He ignored you, fumbling for the clasp. “There’s a drawing here. It’s her! This is amazing!”

“It’s her?”

“Her and her friend I bet, the one from the island.” He laughed. “And their horses, of course.”

“They’re valued members of the team,” you said, thinking of Buckshot and Tantor tramping over the mountain with you when they could have been snoozing in a warm stable.

Seokmin beamed at you with that sunset smile. “You’re a valued member of the team. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say you’re the best thing that’s happened to this island in a long time.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.”

He crossed his arms. “Not convinced, huh? Well you’re sure the best thing to happen to me. Have fun debating that one.”

He would be the death of you and damn, you’d sit back and watch it happen.

“The feeling is mutual, may I assure you, detective,” you said, pretending like your head wasn’t singing.

“We certainly cracked this case, partner,” he said.

“You sound like a cowboy now.”

He shrugged. “I think I prefer that to a detective. Not enough room for horses in a mystery novel.”

“The horses are the most important part.”

He coiled the necklace chain, placing it carefully in his pocket. “Guess it’s time to get back to the stables, since we solved that mystery. Too bad there’s no sunset to ride into.”

You smiled. “Who needs a sunset? I’ve got you.”

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dragongirl642 · 3 years

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I really love your writing and noticed your asks are open (i think). And, I checked your masterlist and didn't see RE8 listed as a universe you write for, so you can ignore this if you want. But, could I request Heisenberg, Donna, and Lady Dimitrescu reacting to a male dragon-shifter reader who has decided to make the character's residence their hoard, and as such, going to extreme lengths to protect them and the residence?

OOOHHH 😮😳 How did you know dragons (and by extent dragon shifters) are my favourite things in the whole wide world!!!!!

As a treat, you get all four of the Lords' reactions. 😎

For extra drama, the dragon-shifter (you) basically crash land nearby (after a loooooonnnngggg flight) and decide to take up residence in the nearest abode while you rest, and end up getting comfortable and liking the area so decide to stay.

You have a full human form, fully dragon form, and an in-between form.

Also, you have like saintly levels of patience.

Heisenberg

It takes him a minute of staring to figure out that the giant dragon in the factory, is not a hallucination, induced by either the drinking he was doing the night prior, or a trick of Mother Miranda's trying to destabilize him mentally.

However this quickly turns into a lot of yelling "what the F are you doing in my factory!" and "What the F are you!" while chucking metal at you.

You melt the more dangerous pieces and yell at him to "Cease this nonsense! You can't hurt me like this."

Heisenberg.exe has stopped working.

He's partially re-evaluating his life like...did I just get sassed by a giant lizard.

You take the initiative to tell the small angry man telekinetically chucking metal around to chill. "Listen, I'm just going to rest here a few days then leave. You leave me alone, and I won't Incinerate you."

He quickly weighs up how much he doesn't want you here vs how much it will piss Mother Miranda off if he uses the giant dragon crash landing in his factory as an excuse to do absolutely nothing for her.

He's a bit annoyed about you taking up all the room by the forges so he can't make new soldats but...

Hate for Miranda wins!

He actually uses this as an excuse in his next report and Mother Miranda comes to 'get rid of the problem herself since Heisenberg cannot'...you almost incinerated her and she checked out. (He's putting that down as one of the best days of his life).

Since he now has nothing better to do he either leans on a nearby balcony or stands on a floating gear and starts trying to get your attention.

Will ask you everything from your name and where you came from to your favourite colour and if you have a specific favourite scale on your body.

You're distrustful and annoyed at first but soon warm up to this obviously lonely man.

You get so comfortable you decide you just might never leave.

The first time you feel comfortable enough to shift back to your human form Heisenberg is like (o_o) hot person! Two for one deal, annoying Mother Miranda plus Eye Candy!!!!

Makes a joke about having you turn into your dragon form again so he can keep making excuses to Mother Miranda. Which gets you curious and you ask about her, and he explains about the cadou, the experiments, and what she did to him.

He will make a bunk for you, so he can get back to work and you can stay near the heat of the forges, (absorbing the energy from the flames speeds up recovery and/or keeps you charged at 100% so you're always ready to burn a b1tch...specifically Miranda).

You both talk about whatever while he works. Lots of late night chats. One time he accidentally doused the forges and you just blew into the chamber and they re-lit immediately. (Mechanical Heart Eyes)

Since you start considering the entire factory to be your hoard, sometimes you claim a random object as your specific favourite piece for the day, maybe one of his tools or a specific piece of scrap. If he needs to use it, you won't let him and a small argument can be had. A solution is soon found though, you can't have a conflict of interest if your favourite item is him.

When you protect him, he's super flattered and hypes you up.

Cue him on the sides cheering you on.

If you two have started dating he will definitely yell "that's my boyfriend!" and gush about you to whoever happens to be standing next to him. (Bonus points if it's any of the other Lords. Especially Miranda, she is dying!)

Definitely makes a sign saying 'Beware of Dragon' to put on the fence.

Sometimes you jump to his defence even when he's in the middle of handling the threat. He gets huffy, saying he can take care of himself. You respond by telling him you won't let anything harm what's yours and once again, Heisenberg.exe is experiencing an error.

Alcina Dimitrescu

She is absolutely dismayed and angry at the giant lizard that barged its way through the doors and took up residency in her hall. It's tracking in mud and snow, burned the curtains, and took a good chunk of the wall, (letting in the cold).

Her daughters can't handle the cold, damn you!

Tries to fight you...fails. Turns out she's not immune to incineration and loses quite a few limbs (they grow back...eventually).

When she sees you shift to your human form, she's doubly-incensed...not only did you barge into her home but your also a D I S G U S T I N G M A N T H I N G !

You shift back whenever she tries to kill you so eventually she just gives up. (According to her she's waiting for the right opportunity NOT giving up.)

Wants to kill you, calls Mother Miranda for help and well, the same thing happens if you had crashed in the factory...she checks out!

Refuses to leave the castle for any reason, she's not leaving you along with her daughters.

Resigns herself to yelling insults at you from the balcony.

You respond in kind and it slowly devolves into a competition to come up with the most creative insults.

Your dragon form radiates heat...like...a lot. (Even counteracting the cold coming through the hole in the wall, which you attempted to fix.) This of course attracts the Dimitrescu daughters to the hall (against their mother's will).

If Alcina sees you lying their in dragon from, her three hive-mind children chattering away happily with you encouraging their curiosity, (Bela is half-asleep by your side, Daniela is complimenting your claws and asking about your bone structure, while Cassandra proudly proclaims her mother's are better than yours), she partly reconsiders her stance on you being a filthy, horrible, disgusting lizard man thing to just a filthy lizard man thing.

Seriously, your filthy, take a bath.

You quite enjoy all the little luxuries that can be found in the castle and decide to stay. Alcina almost shreds her hat in exasperation.

You get more comfortable and she starts to tolerate your presence, although she will take a swipe at you if she thinks she has a chance at killing you in your human form.

Jokes on her you can partially change and still fit through the hallways.

You never told her you've claimed the castle and the Dimitrescu family as your hoard but she does notice you being oddly friendly to her and she is "suspicious!"

You've met a few vampires and have a few suggestions for a more sustainable food source (buying blood donations from villagers instead of killing them). She's skeptical but considers it.

The first time you defend her is actually against Mother Miranda...over the phone. You have sharp hearing...and you don't like what you're hearing.

She's both flattered you would defend her so, and disgusted with herself for accepting a man thing's help.

When she realises she likes having you around, she starts to rationalise to herself that you're not just any man thing, you're her dragon man thing and therefore okay.

Gets more comfortable with leaving you with her daughters. You treat them well and keep them entertained?! That's a free babysitter if ever she's seen one.

When she sees the more extreme lengths you will go to protect the castle and her family, she is impressed and flattered and a little scared, and acts like it was her idea to have you stay.

"Oh, haven't you heard, that's the Dimitrescu Dragon."

Definitely rubs it in Heisenberg's face that she has a dragon and he doesn't.

Donna Beneviento

What are you!?!?!

To protect Donna, Angie is ready to fight you or die trying!

Just kind off avoids you and sends the pollen at you to make you leave.

The only one of the four Lords most likely to actually defeat you.

When you speak though, telling her to "release (your) mind, witch, or (you'll) incinerate everything", she's surprised and scared enough to actually do so.

Asks if you'll be her friend. Angie is cussing you out.

You see how scared and lonely she is and just *adoption mode activated*.

You only need to rest a few days, why not do so on friendly terms with your host. (keep telling yourself that).

It takes a day for you to shift to human form, partially because you don't want to have your measurements taken because Donna wants to make you a giant bonnet, (You reason it's a waste of resources, you'll only be here a short while).

Jokes on you, this is your home now.

You've never hoarded dolls before, but there's a first time for everything.

You will spend most of your time in human form since your dragon form kinda scares her.

Even though she's still scared of it, Donna does find your dragon form interesting and will ask to sketch you (from a distance...no fire please).

Make various over-exaggerated poses and joke about "draw me like one of your french girls" and she will laugh, (even though she doesn't get the joke).

She makes a plush doll of you. It turns inside out to shift between human and dragon.

The first time you protect her, she's scared. The flames take her straight back to her childhood, she's crying and she hides. You shift back to human form very quickly and find her, holding her close and apologising for scaring her over and over.

Will tear a man apart in human form to avoid this (or almost human form).

She slowly works up to being comfortable in your dragon form, the first time she falls asleep against your side is a good day.

You start insisting on accompanying her to meetings and escorting her whenever she has to meet another Lord. They start talking sh1t, they get hit (or burned...you let Donna choose).

Angie cheers you on.

Salvatore Moreau

He is terrified of you when you first show up.

You basically tear your way into the mines for shelter and he is frantically plugging the entrance to his home with the enzyme to hide.

Calls for "mother" to save him and that's how you find him.

You see this small deformed fish man crying in the mine and think, "i'm not gonna ask."

You settle in the slightly larger chamber and just lie down for a rest.

He soon realises your not going to attack him and ventures out to stare at you. He just keeps staring at you for like an uncomfortably long time, peeking around a doorway.

Eventual you snap and ask him to stop staring.

He slowly comes out of hiding and starts asking the basics.

"You can talk?" "Who are you?" "Why are you here?"

Seeing no reason not to, you tiredly answer all his questions.

Hearing about your long journey has him curiously asking about the places you've been to.

He quickly figures out you must have some sort of human form since you end up on the topics of favourite foods or movies and your favourites are all distinctly human. (He's the fastest at figuring this out and the least surprised when you shift).

Terrifying (hideous) creature going through an unnerving transformation into a humanoid form...he can relate. Although he's slightly jealous of how 'normal' you look when you shift to human form.

You two have a movie night where he proudly shows of his collection. It is in the middle of him analysing the context of THAT ONE SCENE that you decide, Yes...This one is mine.

The entire reservoir and mine is your territory and if anything comes anywhere near it they will be ash in 30 seconds.

When you protect him from danger, he's shocked that someone cares enough about him to f-ing incinerate a lycan for even looking at him weirdly.

You act like its natural and eventually he starts to get used to you.

Has self doubt and questions your motives...you tell him he's worth it or that he's your jewel.

C O N F I D E N C E B O O S T

Starts talking back to the other Lords when they insult him. It's easy with you hovering menacingly behind him, veins glowing with barely contained R A G E.

One source of friction however, is the fact that he doesn't like that you keep trying to kill Mother Miranda and he will latch onto you sobbing until you agree to spare her (for now...you'll get her when he's not around).

However, the longer you two know each other, the more self-confidence he gains and the more you talk through what Mother Miranda did to him and why he deserves better, (pointing out her manipulation, analyses whether she's ever 'cared' about him, etc...), the less bothered he gets. (Give it a few years, he'll cheer you on alongside Heisenberg).

Bonus:

The second you see Mother Miranda...it is on sight. (Especially if you know what she did to the Lords).

Cue you shifting to dragon form and preparing to unleash a volley of flame, "I smell the blood of children on you."

You may be comfortable(ish) with the actions of your housemate but you have STANDARDS.

Alright 😊 Hoped you like these headcanons, jaychirps. They were really fun to write and grew quite a bit. 😅

(I feel like Moreau's a bit ooc but I don't know enough about him to dispute that claim....)

Oh and p.s. ... asks are open.

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happytroopers · 3 years

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Sick days // Hunter x reader

My google history search after this: what do they call toilets in Star Wars? Star Wars rabies?

Summary: I would do anything for Hunter, even take care of him when he has food poisoning. I saw a sick day prompt list and didn't end up using anything but it inspired this cluster fuck

TW: throwing up, alcohol mention but no use, bad writing I just love him ok

"Hey, have you seen Hunter? I need him to sign off on some damage reports." You announced as you entered the cockpit of the ship as it barreled through hyperspace, throwing a pointed look at Wrecker who was the main reason for most of aforementioned damage reports.The other members of Clone Force 99 made some sort of acknowledgment of your existence. Wrecker grinned obliviously at you as continued doing bicep curls with a GONK droid while Tech made brief eye contact with you before going back to some sort of machinery he’d dissected. Crosshair was the only one to actually somewhat answer your question, giving you a sassily quirked eyebrow and motioning down with his toothpick. "I’m assuming that super vague motion would mean he’s in the cargo hold?" You pressed but you had already turned around to go find the sergeant. "Should we tell ‘er?" You heard Wrecker ask but when no one answered him, you assumed things would be fine. Besides after almost a year with the Bad Batch, you’d walked in on them in all sorts of compromising moments. Nothing would surprise you anymore.

After popping down the ladder into the cargo bay, you did a cursory sweep. Crosshairs rifle was disassembled on a crate for cleaning, more of Tech’s mechanical experiments in a heap by the bay doors, your own trunk of belonging… but no sign of Hunter. "Hunter? Are you down here?" You poked a little further into the sleeping quarters, like any room that housed four soldiers who didn’t know how to mop, the smell chased you right back out. Shaking your head you thought to yourself, That should be considered a hazard zone. You paused by the fresher to listen for water running but heard nothing, which officially meant Hunter hadn’t been anywhere you checked, Hell, did he jump out of an airlock? Just as you were about to give up, you heard an awful noise come from the fresher. Like a bantha dying in a fire. Did some animal stow away? Absentmindedly you considered getting Wrecker to handle it- the last thing you needed was contracting some planet-specific strain of rabies. But then you considered that in the process, Wrecker would probably destroy the entire bathroom. And then everyone would be without a bathroom for the next two days… and that could get ugly. Then the noise came again, bringing you out of your mental debate. With a heavy sigh, you decided you’d have to check it out yourself. So, after pulling a random tool off your belt, you let the door slide open. To your surprise, Hunter was the first thing you saw, bent at the waist over the vac tube, bracing himself with one shaking arm against the durasteel wall. His helmet was discarded carelessly two feet closer to the entrance, and the enhanced trooper was heaving breaths, looking rather haggard. Almost stupidly the first thing that came out of your mouth was, "Oh my God, did the animal do this to you?" Hunter actually startled, which had never happened before. He was impossible to sneak up on, it was his whole thing. When he did look up at you, he looked confused, among other things. His skin pallor was four shades lighter than it was supposed to be, slightly greenish gray, and dew dropped with sweat. "Animal? What animal?" "The animal that made that-" You cut yourself off suddenly feeling dumb, now lamely dropping your defense tool. Then the disbelief, "Oh my- that noise was you?" He didn’t get the chance to answer again, instead turning his head back towards the vac tube to wretch again. Now with that information, the haggard appearance made more sense. "Hunter… you look like shit." You scolded, hesitantly moving closer, “Like, legitimately corpse like.” The sergeant coughed a bit before throwing you glare, “Thank you, (Y/L/N), that’s very helpful. Did you need something?” Damage reports long forgotten, you ignored the question instead more concerned with the trooper in front of you, “Why the hell are you standing like that? What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”

Hunter was confused with this sudden line of questioning, turning his head to gag a little bit but this time he kept it under control to answer you, “Clones don’t get sick.”

“So this is normal for you?” You snarked right back, “Here, try kneeling, it won’t take as much of a toll on your body like that.”

At first he didn’t listen to you, just when the ship hit a patch of turbulence it triggered another wave which forced him to a knee. Then it hit you, clones don’t get sick, they’re engineered with near perfect immune systems.

“You’ve never been sick before have you?” You whispered sympathetically, he legitimately didn’t know how to handle being sick. Frowning, worried welled up in your stomach. It was almost painful to watch the man be so sick, after all how many times had he saved you or helped you out of a tight spot, so you looked away until he quieted again. This time he took a minute to catch his breath so you took some liberties.

“First, let’s get your hair off your neck and face. You’ll feel less gross.” You promised, going behind him to gently scrape his long hair into a makeshift bun and tie it off with a spare hair tie.

“What are you doing?” He croaked, but didn’t pull away from your hands.

“Taking care of you, now shut up and let me.” While your voice was still kind, you were just stern enough not to argue with you, “Now, lean up.”

You didn’t wait for him to follow the orders, instead you started unfastening pieces of armor on his arms before moving on to the chest and torso pieces. Moments later he was able to move a little freer and his armor from the waist up was neatly stacked to you right.

“There, that should help with the overheating.” You announced, not mentioned how he couldn’t bend over properly with a piece of plastoid against his abdomen. You gave him another once over, he was taking deep breaths with his eyes closed, little baby hairs already escaping your rather pitiful man bun situation. You’d never seen him so vulnerable.

“So clones don’t get sick, why are you throwing up like my roommate after her twenty first birthday?” You asked quietly, gently moving the stray bits of his forehead.

“Would you believe that I ate an expired meal ration?” He asked with enough doubt in your voice that you immediately shook your head.

“You’re not that stupid Hunter.”

“I lost a bet with Crosshair and had to eat part of the Yalbec stinger. Tech did say it was a delicacy on some planets.” He sighed, dry heaving again.

“I also remember him saying it was mildly poisonous to humans.” You reminded him, going past him to the shelves that held shower things. Reaching into your own caddy, you produced a rag before wetting it in the sink.

“Yeah, I lost the bet before he enlightened us.” Hunter admitted, visibly relaxing when you put the cold rag on his neck before sliding into a sitting position next to him, “How do you know all this stuff?”

“Well, us normies get sick a lot.” You teased, laughing when you caught the disgusted look on his face, “But, I learned most of this stuff taking care of my hungover friends.”

“Oh, just your friends?” It was Hunter’s turn to sass you, but you just rolled your eyes. The two of you fell into a halfway comfortable silence, so you took your data pad to do a little research on Yalbec poisoning.

“You don’t have to stay for this?” Hunter reminded you, using the back of his hand to wipe sweat off his forehead. When you looked back over to him, he was staring at you. Even when puking, his eyes could stare straight through you. Hurriedly, you dropped your gaze back to your data pad.

“Well, you spend all your time taking care of them,” you motioned up towards the cockpit, “And me. So someone has to look out for you when you need it, you don’t have to suffer alone.”

His eyes softened as he relaxed slightly, you were glad to see his coloring was already getting better. But after a few moments, even the softness of his stare brought a flush to your cheeks so you just cleared your throat, “Well, the good news is that the holonet says someone of your size and weight will be fine. Symptoms should pass within twelve hours at the most, and it’s already been five.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

Your head snapped back up, he rarely ever called you by your first name. Somehow it almost felt intimate.

“Of course, Hunter.”

You scooted a little closer so that your knees would touch. Closer than you had ever been to him, but he didn’t scoot away. You smiled at the small contact, shaking your head.

“Can I impart on you a bit of civilian wisdom?” You asked teasingly, not even waiting him to nod. You took the rag off his neck and used it to dab sweat off his forehead, “Don’t eat random things on a dare, especially things you cut off foreign animals.”

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

#hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #bad batch hunter x reader

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Congrats on 300 followers! You really deserve it cuz you're so talented and amazing. Can I request a angst prompt 11 with dazai thank you ❤️

Hola amigo! Thanks sm :D

Here's some sad angst... n no, it doesn't have a fluffy end... :(

Osamu Dazai + “Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

Warnings: Angst, strong language. || Word count: somewhere around 1600, ig..

Get Out

You were an observant person. You were pretty sharp and thoughtful. You weren’t dumb. In fact, you were smarter than the average John or Jane Doe. You never ignored any signs or forewarnings that your brain threw at you. You always reported if something seemed fishy. You have never ignored someone’s wrong doings before.

But then again, there’s a first time for everything.

Sighing, you opened the door for your boyfriend.

“Hey.”

You said as you turned around almost immediately, ignoring his smile. Walking inside, you sat back at your desk, resuming your work.

Dazai stepped in, confused and worried. He had a lot on his mind as of late. He had to maintain a perfect balance between home and work, and it was taking a toll on his wellbeing. He hoped it wasn’t affecting your mental state. Maybe seeing him depressed all the time was lowering your spirits? He dearly hoped that wasn’t the case, for he was trying really hard to relieve his stress before coming home. He tried his best to stay happy and come home with a smile.

He threw his coat on the couch, kicking his shoes off and getting himself a glass of water. He was tired and parched.

As he gulped down the heavenly liquid, he observed you from the corner of his eye. You were staring at the screen, hands frozen above the keyboard. You were thinking about something. It worried him. Your random zone out sessions made him question his behaviour. Was he being rude or mean to you? Was he the cause of your constant worry?

“Y/N?”, he called out to you, trying to get you to snap out of it.

You flinched slightly, peering at him through your lashes.

“Hmm?”

He walked over to hug you from behind, but you got up, effectively avoiding him.

“What’s wrong?”

He furrowed his brows, reaching out to grab onto your sleeve.

You froze at the contact.

“Why don’t you get changed? We can have dinner then.”

Dazai held onto you, determined to get an answer out of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I ordered Thai food today. Its from that new restraint around the corner. Riddhi really recommends it.”

“Stop ignoring me. And who’s Riddhi?”

“My friend. You haven’t met her.”

You tried pulling out of his grasp, but he pulled you forward, holding onto both your arms, now.

“Look at me. Y/N.”

You sighed, avoiding his gaze.

“Why don’t you get changed? I’ve picked out a shirt for you. It’s on the bed.”

Dazai was fed up with your aloof behaviour. You had been acting strange and distant for weeks now. Everyday was the same. He would come home to you acting weird, you would ask him to change, and only then would you let him touch you. He was tired of this bullshit. He had tried asking you politely and patiently, but every time you evaded his questions. He was done with beating around the bush.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What the hell have I even done?!”

He shook you, trying to pry an answer from you.

“Answer me! Tell me! What is it? Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out. But you must tell me first. You have to speak. Say something!”

You ignored him, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Dazai sighed, letting go of your arms.

“Do you even care about us?”, he asked you.

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it”.

You whispered.

Dazai stared at you, confused.

“Of course, you’re enough. Tell me if you care. Do you even love me?”

You stepped back, trying to control your emotions.

“You’re the one going around fucking others. Unlike you, I actually care, Dazai.”

You whispered, afraid to look him in the eye. It had been weeks since you had smelled that perfume on him. It was sweeter than his own but had a musky undertone to it. That, paired with the random marks all over his body, was enough to convince you that he was having an affair. He was smart; he had tried subduing the perfume by carrying his own cologne with him and reapplying it after the deed was done. Whoever he was with probably supported him, as they always bit near the marks you had left. Your marks and their marks coincided.

Only you knew which marks were fresh and which were old. They didn’t know this, and often nipped at partially healed skin, reviving the bruise and giving it a nasty purple hue. That was a clear indication.

What disgusted you is that the person Dazai was sleeping with knew that he was cheating on his partner, and was supporting him by playing along with his plans.

The extra hours were also a clear give away. You had even called Yosano and Kunikida to ensure that the agency had called it a day. Both of them had told you that everyone had left the office, while your boyfriend claimed to be in a client meeting with Kunikida.

It was laughable how incompetent he considered you to be. Did he really think his half assed attempts at covering up would fool you?

“What the hell are you saying-”

“Don’t act dumb. I’m not stupid, you know that.”

Dazai continued his act, hoping to prove you wrong by putting it all on you.

“I’m a loyal partner, Y/N. Just because I’ve been having more work load lately, doesn’t mean you go around assuming shit about me. I honestly thought you were better than this.”

You sighed, finally meeting his gaze.

The dead look in them proved to him that he was caught. He could not do anything to fool you. You knew.

“It started three weeks ago, on Monday. You went to work at eight, came home around eleven. Work hours end at 6. You were smelling different. It was distinct. You never wear perfumes that have a sweet undertone.”

You stared at him dead in the eye, shutting him up with your gaze. He would not dare to come up with stupid excuses. Not with you looking at him like that.

“You had a hickey on your neck, on a spot that I hadn’t covered. You tried covering it up with makeup, but it wore off pretty quick. Ever since then, you have been visiting your secret friend daily. I’m guessing you go at least three rounds, since you come home so tired.”

“That’s just disgusting!”

“I thought so too. But it does tire you, doesn’t it? That’s the reason you come home so worn out. You go around having sex, and you’ve been trying to hide it from me for three weeks now. Tell me I’m wrong.”

His lack of reaction and the look of guilt plastered all over his face was as loud as a confession.

“Whoever it is, is blonde.”

He looked at you shocked.

“How-”

“I found strands all over your coat.”

He rubbed his forehead with his palm.

“You like them, don’t you? Its not just physical, is it?”

You asked with a sad smile.

“How do you know all this?”, he asked, devastated at the fact that you knew everything going on.

“I know you too well. I actually paid attention to our relationship. I cared.”

He ran a hand through his messy locks. He had been so stressed lately, he had to find an outlet. He wasn’t one to stay in any relationship for long, but he actually cared about you. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, which is why is never broke up with you. He was bored of the thing you both shared, but he knew that you cared. So, he pretended to be equally invested.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I wanted to continue this thing for as long as I could. But not anymore. I’m done.”

He widened his eyes at you. He had not expected you to end this. He might have been bored, but he still cared for you. He loved you. He didn’t want to let go yet.

“Y/N, we can work this out. Please don’t leave.”

He begged you, trying to come closer to you. You stepped back.

“Please don’t. I can’t handle your smell. That scent repels me.”

He gasped, finally realising why you didn’t let him touch you.

“The perfume is a constant reminder of my...”

“Yeah.”

“And you tolerated all that, for so long. All for us.”

You nodded, turning away.

“But it doesn’t matter anymore. Thanks to your intense questioning, I’m finally free.”

“It doesn’t have to end, Y/N! We can work this out!”

“No, we can’t. I’m not enough for your boredom, and I’m not willing to become someone else just to please you.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please don’t- ”

You smiled bitterly at him, before opening the door of your apartment, signalling to him.

“Get out, and only come back to get your stuff. Goodbye, Osamu.”

This story features one of my close friends, Riddhi. I had fallen short of names to use n though why not write about an actual friend? She's not on tumblr, unfortunately. Damn I miss going out with her... anyways, hope u liked it! N sorry for the rant :p

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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late common room nights

ron weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: after hermione and harry leave the common room to go to bed, you and ron have to find something to keep yourselves... entertained

word count: 1.9k

warnings: first of all that summary is ass but, unprotected sex (DONT FORGET TO WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT), uh fingering?, RON IS A CONSENT KING, this was also my first smut so don’t expect anything amazing 😭, uhm underage drinking, lowkey an innocence kink, exhibitionism, and c*rmac again

“guys, ‘m out m’tired.” harry spoke, getting up from his seated place on the common room floor and stretching out his arms.

“me too, ‘ve got a new book to catch up on” she says, slowly walking over to the girls dormitory tiredly from the long school day.

“night y/n, night ron.” harry says, before making his way to the boys dormitory.

“so, ronald, what do we do now?” a smirk grazes your lips with an arched brow, chuckling a bit at the end of your sentence.

“oi! stop calling me that!” the boy basically cried out, grabbing a fluffy pillow from the vermillion couch throwing it at your chuckling body.

you catch it with ease shoving behind you, thinking of something to do with your best friend.

“how about.... 21 questions?” proposing your idea whilst pursing your lips, looking at the boy again with narrowed eyes.

“alright, darling. you first.” his voice lacing with an amused tone at your proposal, leaning back on his hands that laid comfortably on the mahogany floor meanwhile sitting across from you.

“ok...” your voice slightly trembling in nerves, whilst wringing your fingers together. “whats your favourite colour?” your voice swift, his ears barely catching the question. having a small internal battle with yourself for chickening out from your original question.

“navy blue..., what’s your favourite memory?” his sentence pausing in the middle, attempting to maintain eye contact with his azure irises.

not bad, you quickly thought while trying to think of another question. a chortle falls from your lips thinking of the amusing memory, “that one unsupervised quidditch match when i was knocked off m’broom and broke my foot”

“the one where i had to bring you to pomfrey at two in the morning and serve a months detention for being out past curfew.” you both reminisce at the memory.

as the night progressed the both of you passed around the fire-whisky the questions got bolder, and to say the least dirtier.

“okay... okay...” giggle escapes you, the alcohol clearly in your system. ron chuckles at your disgruntled face, leaning closer to your face wiggling his eyebrows.

“have you ever like... done it?” a tinge of awkwardness runs rapidly throughout the room, you giggle again nervously taking another swig of fire whisky.

“it..?” he looks at you cluelessly, waiting for more information. you widen your eyes at him like you’re trying, and failing, to send him a mental message.

after a few seconds he looks at you with widened eyes, a small chuckle leaves his mouth as he takes the fire whisky from you. “merlin y/l/n i didn’t know you wanted me like that” he says taking a swig.

“no! i don’t!” you attempt to explain, with a vermillion running up the expanse of your next directly to the apples of your cheeks. “i’m just.... curious, because i know lavender has it bad for you” you attempt to cover your tracks, but your intentions already revealed.

“yes i have, for your information. not with her though.” he says with a sassy remark, passing you the bottle again. “have you?” he spoke while eyeing you suspiciously.

“well now i’m embarrassed.” you divert your eyes to the staircase. “oh so, you haven’t! my oh my, i guess you and mclaggen never got that far.” he adds with a raised brow and smirk.

“for your information, we never did anything because he was busy gazing at every other female in his vicinity” you punctuate and return to his sassy-tone, and a hair flick. you steady your eyes back to ron who looks at you amused.

“if i was with you i wouldn’t look at anyone else” he mumbles, gaze strictly on the floor his face matching his hair colour; a bright scarlet hue.

“what?” you look at him, widen eyes, face flushed and hair dishevelled. thinking you heard wrong, scooting closer so you can pick up his head with your thumb and pointer finger.

“i said...” he takes a deep breath before continuing, “that if you were mine, you would be the only person i’d look at” he says nervously, grabbing your wrist looking up at you.

you inhale and close your eyes for a second thinking about every single possibility this night could lead too. you choose wisely and opened your eyes looking in his direction finally choosing your words.

“prove it.” your tone stern, looking in his cerulean irises to prove your sincerity.

after that he doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his, moving together while subtly maneuvering you to straddle his waist. he opens his mouth so swiping against the strawberry chapstick that was worn into your lips and pleading for entry beneath your lips.

your mouths synced together in a deep harmony while both his larger hands came to grapple at your hips to keep you steady on the planes of his thighs. your core just above his clothed cock, you sink down slightly swivelling your hips slightly to create friction.

“bloody hell.” you hear him mumble while your lips were slightly seperated before rejoining them, his slowly growing tighter at the slight friction. one of your dainty fingers tugging at his reed tresses and the other on his placed on his jaw. you move forward again and create more friction against his strained erection, a low groan falling from his mouth.

you had a butterfly feeling erupting in your stomach, as one of his hands made its way into your hair giving it a small tug. a barely audible moan left your mouth, ron pulled away just a millimeter to look into your eyes.

“i want you, right here, right now.”

“what if someone see’s-“

“let them.”

he captured your lips again, placing both of his large hands right under your thighs maneuvering you to the nearest vermillion couch to lay you on. He hovered over you before kissing down your neck, sucking marks on the nearest skin he could find.

you knew you would have to cover them up in the morning, but you didn’t care. you could only focus on his lips sucking on your skin, and tangling your fingers into his fiery red hair.

he kissed up from your collarbone, kissing the fresh red marks that laid beautifully on your skin before hovering over your face again.

“you’re beautiful, darling.”

he leaned in again, tongues prodding at each other lustfully, while his warming taste of spearmint and pumpkin bleeds onto your tongue. one hand aggressively gripping your hip and the other one fiddling with the buttons of your uniform top, robes and ties already discarded when you entered the common room.

“are you sure you wanna do this, m’love?” he asked gently, affirming this is what your intentions were. hearing the repetitive pet names conform out of his mouth sending shockwaves of butterflies erupting through the warming of your belly, mixing with arousal.

“i want you ron, all of you.”

you leaned forward pushing your lips together in a passionate kiss, slotting them together the mess of the kiss being your last concern; while you both worked and attempted to rid each other’s clothes off. both of you left in your undergarments, he disconnected your lips for a moment to take a look at your body and seeing the heavy breaths you took from the frequent moving of your torso.

the eyes the stretch marks on your hips, the small scars from quidditch on your body, the birth marks scattered on your body and he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful.

“w-what?” you stumbled on your words, as he looked upon your body thinking he was judging you. you instinctively almost went to cover yourself, he quickly grabbed your wrist pinning it beside your head before looking deep into your irises.

“you’re the most stunning thing, i’ve ever seen.”

he went to kiss the column of your neck again, slowing down before he mumbled again.

“i want to get you ready for me first, can i do that?”

“please.”

he took off the rings on his middle and ring finger seeing the callouses from the handling of his quidditch broom, and slowly slipping them on your agile fingers and leaning in towards the shell of your ear.

“hold on to those for me, darling.”

he kissed down your bra-clad chest, to your stomach and down to where you needed him most. he slipped off your panties, throwing them on the common room floor before kissing up your thigh.

he looked at your glistening core with lust, his pupils blowing wide before running a finger down your wet folds. you let out a breathy whine before he continued, slowly slipping his middle finger into you and slowly pulsing it in and out.

“ron- fuck.” you hissed in pleasure, from being touched for the first time. “you like that, princess?” ron mocked, seeing your face slightly contort.

a small whine slipped from your slipped from your lips as a response, before he continued his torture on your cunt. you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet hoping nobody from upstairs would hear ron pleasuring you.

he kept a steady rhythm, pulsing his fingers in and out of you knowing how hard it was for you to keep quiet. he kissed your thoughts and stomach while teasing you by speeding up his pace in and out of you.

you let out a moan escaping your lips before biting them harshly,

“come for me darling, come all over my fingers”

you let out a loud moan in response, unable contain it anymore. you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you as you came for him, gripping whatever was close to you. he puts his fingers in his mouth with an exaggerated moan before leaning over you again kissing your lips, making you taste yourself feeling arousal wash again all over you.

he kissed back up your stomach before his hand slid up towards your back, undoing your bra before throwing it towards the floor, along with the matching set of panties. he looked at you in adoration of your naked body, before looking up at you,

“are you ready, angel?”

“but i want to help you too, ron”

you said leaning to grab at his briefs before he grabbed your wrist in his hand, and interlocking your fingers.

“tonight is about you, your my priority.” his tone was hoarse but a mix of gentle lacing it, the last sentences being whispered in your ear. you tried to suppress a shiver before grabbing his face and looking into his sheer-like azure irises.

“i want you inside me” your voice slow and and heaving, you spoke then kissing him again. he moved up, placing himself between your legs and leaning on both of his forearms, one of his hands tangled in your tresses and the other grabbing at your hip.

his cock hard, almost painful and leaking with precum started to slip into you, only managing the tip in before a whine escaped your lips while digging your nails into ron’s flexed bicep.

“it’s ok, m’right here”

he took your nod as a sign to keep going before slowly pushing fully into you. at first his strokes only small, barely there. he didn’t want you to hurt, he adored you and he just wanted to make you feel good.

“ron, please. go faster” you said gripping his hair in one of your hands, and his dipping your nails again in his bicep with the other. he slowly started to build up a pace, he knew you both wouldn’t last long considering this was your first time and the girl he loved was withering in pleasure under him, and only pleasured by him.

he let out a grunt into your neck, as he littered it in kisses while murmuring small praises into your ear. you tried to suppress your moans by biting into your lip, hoping hermione wouldn’t come looking for you.

“ron i’m gonna- fuck”

“me too, come with me” he said in between small grunts. you both let out low moans at the same time before he let white ropes of cum shoot into you and another wave of euphoria washed over you, harder this time. he laid beside you, both panting as he grabbed a blanket covering the both of you. he leant his head on your shoulder, his arm winded around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing your shoulder.

“keep the rings, darling, they look better on you.” he said in between pants.

you looked at him before speaking,

“is this the part where we separate and go to our dorms?” you mumbled, scared of his answer.

“no.” he whined, “i don’t know about you, but m’tired” he said sleepily, closing his eyes.

“we’re also naked, the first years will be mortified-“

“don’t care. they can close their eyes” he said, with sass.

“your brothers and all of our friends will tease us for all eternity” you teased with a laugh.

“they’ll be more relived that the pining is done.”

“pining over who?” you said, arching your brow.

“YOU. merlin woman, you are blind.” he picked his head off your shoulder to look at you before putting his head in the crook of your neck, giving it a small peck.

“mortified, ron. i’m telling you—“

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