#rev x ash

[mintcrows]

ash wins a prize at the shooting gallery

#drawing #apex legends #revenant #revenant apex #ash apex #honeysuckle #rash #rev x ash #ash x rev #tsundere on tsundere violence

[stxrmylxve]

Thinking smutty thots about Draken that only you can articulate into the most perfect drabble imaginable, babe.

Needy reader keeps sending suggestive texts/nudes to him during one of his meetings, driving him crazy. Draken tells her to be a good girl and be patient, that he’ll be home soon, but she says fuck that noise, drives herself to his location and waits for him to walk out. They fuck in the car. She needed that dick ASAP.😏

Need you now!

Pairing: Draken x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: teasing, car sex, rough sex 💁‍♀️, cussing, a little grinding, choking, hair pulling, not proof read

A/N: babesss, you’re always blessing me with the best prompts 😩 ♥️

Your fingers tremble as you write out a text to Draken, shifting uncomfortably in your seat at you try to hold out on this excruciating heat between your legs.

<(Baby. When will you get home?)

(I’m almost done, be patient a little longer yeah?)>

You frown at the text; he had said that half an hour ago. You hated bugging him because you understood that the meetings were important, but you wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

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<(i can’t be patient much longer..)

Draken almost chokes on his drink, coughing awkwardly as mikey eyes him suspiciously, putting his phone back in his pocket with a small ‘excuse me’ as he gets up and walks to the bathroom.

Your phone screen lights up, his name popping up with a phone call as you curiously accept.

“Hello?”

“Are you seriously that needy? What has gotten into you, darl’?”

Though he sounded a bit pissed, you could tell he was also just as needy for you as you were for him as he sighed on the other end of the line.

“Mikey has one other topic, might be a bit longer. J’st wait for a tad longer, alright? Just be a good girl and I’ll reward you for it, promise.” he says finally.

“But you said that almost an hour ago!” you sighed, groaning as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m trying my hardest to get out as quick as I can.”

“Yeah yeah.” you say, ending the call with a frustrated groan. Your bottom lip quivering as tears formed in your eyes. The feeling was overwhelming, your libido overtaking all of your senses as you whined to yourself.

“It can’t take that long right?” you ask yourself, grabbing your car keys with a small smile as you burst out the door, rushing to your car. You had a simple plan; if Draken couldn’t get to you, you would get to him first.

You pulled up outfront of the building, your car standing out like a sore thumb to all of the bikes around. You shuffled uncomfortably, again, as you checked the time, sighing. It had only been 20 minutes since you had had the conversation, but it felt like an eternity ago.

The more you looked, the more you realized that there were actually only one other bike there besides Drakens, the others being torn down as if they were either trashed or a project in the making. Mitsuya came out of the doors, followed by Draken as they conversed, probably complaining about how long the meeting had been. Mitsuya’s eyebrows quirked as he nodded to your car, draken’s eyes following his to meet your annoyed ones with a sheepish smile.

Mitsuya waves goodbye as he hops on his bike and drives away, draken’s heavy footsteps being heard as he leaned down and over into the open window.

“Did you have fun talking with your ‘bros’ as you left me at homr alone?” you huffed, looking the other way as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

“Erm.. no, not really. But I was about to head home to see you anyways-“

“Save it.” you interrupt, shifting your thighs as he glanced down, his eyes flickering back up to meet yours with a grin.

“Needy much?” he asks, slipping in behind you as you slid into the backseat, giggling as he slid off your shorts and panties in one swoop, meanwhile his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, his leg grinding into your cunt as he smiled. His hair ticked your face, prompting you to giggle yourself as you swatted him away.

“You needy enough you already prepped y’rself?” he asks, glancing down at his leg to catch a glimpse of the sheen of your arousal now sticking to it. Your face flushed as you sheepishly turned around, propping yourself up on all fours as you looked back shyly.

“M’ ready I think.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as he slips off his pants.

“Sure?” he confirms, his tip tracing the outside of your hole as you nodded with a small whine.

He takes it with a toothy grin as he slips into your heat, his face contorting into pleasure as your eyes rolled back. It made a total difference when you were out of practice, the feelings becoming almost overwhelming as he continued to push further in.

Once he bottoms out, he gives a small breather as he shakingly wraps a hand around your neck, lifting you up to make your back flush to his chest as his tip kisses your cervix, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

“S’good.” you mumble, grinding down slightly on his dick as you let out a small whine. His grip tightens on your neck as his other hand shields your heads from hitting the car roof, bouncing you up and down ruthlessly.

You bent over as your legs gave out, his hand around your neck moving to your hair as he grabbed a handful. He didn’t pull your hair, ever, but he also liked to have the authority. Normally it was simply to keep you down so that he could continue to drill into you doggy style like now.

Out of the blue, your walls clamped down on him as his tip continuously bullied your g-spot, pulling him over the edge quicker than he could have imagined as he threw his head back, spilling his thick seed into your pretty cunt. You followed in suite, creaming around his cock as your nails bent creases into the seat, shaking below the man like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah- shittt princess, where did you learn a move like that?” he chuckles, letting go of your hair as he let out a sigh. You whined when he pulled out, grimacing as you viewed the outline of sweat on the seats as well as the fog on the windows.

“Ready for round two?”

“Not in a car I’m not.”

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[britany1997]

Hiiii✨

Let me start by saying i love and enjoy your writing so muchhh and your content is just nddndjdndhdjegdu :'))

This is my first request so hope i am doing it at least decently so so so how about a mechanic/ motorbike enthusiast reader interacting with the lost boys, like they have a problem with one of the bikes and the reader comes up and is like "hey i can help let me just" and fixes it, and the boys are like 😶 we keeping this one ....

It could be a fem or gn reader !

Hope u like the idea and yet again thank you so much for existing ❤️❤️❤️

Rev Your Engines

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words!!! Encouragement of my writing is always appreciated🥹🫶 I hope you like this! Sorry it took so long

Poly! Lost boys x GN Reader

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David checked his watch as he tossed a drained corpse off the dock unceremoniously. “Five AM boys, sun rises in a little over an hour, time to head back.” He ordered.

Paul groaned, his fangs still deep in the neck of a tall brunette. He ripped his mouth free and disposed of the girl, “we have over an hour!” he argued, “it takes fifteen minutes tops to get back to the cave from the boardwalk.”

“Yeah,” Marko chimed in, “we’re wasting moonlight if we go back now.”

“We’re going now,” David said sternly, “the last time we risked it Paul was almost a pile of ash in a fishnet shirt, now let’s go.” With that, David snapped and gestured to the two blonds, prompting Dwayne to grab them both by the collar and drag them along the dock.

“I hate when he does this,” Marko told Paul grimacing.

“Uh, yeah,” Paul said while readjusting his pants.

Once the boys had arrived at the spot where their bikes were parked, the vampires each hopped on and reved their engines.

Except for Marko, whose bike seemed determined to strand him at the boardwalk. He stuck the key in the ignition and flipped the engine kill switch: nothing. The bike cranked but the engine wouldn’t start.

Marko growled in frustration, while David checked his watch

“We don’t have time for this,” David spit.

Marko glared at him, “it’s five-thirty David, calm your tits,” He countered.

Dwayne crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, “we may have a couple minutes before suns up, but we don’t have time for you to try and fail to fix your bike. Leave it,” he said.

Marko rolled his eyes and put his kickstand back down. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to get home then? I can’t walk now can I? And flying this close to sunrise is risky, even for me.”

“You can ride with me bud!” Paul chimed in.

Marko shot him a disgusted look, “ride bitch?” he asked, “yeah fat chance,” he grumbled.

“It’s either that or you burn up,” David shrugged.

“I’d rather die.” Marko said through gritted teeth.

David rolled his eyes and Dwayne pinched the bridge of his nose.

Marko groaned, “Paul, this is stupid, I’ll take your bike and you can ride on the back.”

“WHAT?!” Paul exclaimed as Marko attempted to pull him off the motorcycle, “dude it’s my bike!”

“Paul if you don’t move your ass I could die,” Marko told him frowning.

“Then perish,” Paul deadpanned.

Marko lunged at Paul, throwing him from his bike and pinning him to the ground. They rolled around on the boardwalk trading blows.

Dwayne and David looked on exasperated, as the chaos twins went at it. “We’re never gonna get home are we,” Dwayne asked.

David sighed in response.

You caught sight of the scene on your way back from your shift at the auto shop. Working the night shift meant you were usually met with a deserted wasteland of a boardwalk, instead of the flood of tourists and locals that regularly populated the spot.

Now you were faced with the image of two grown men rolling around on the ground together. You had to see what this was about.

You walked over and waved cautiously at the two calmer looking but obviously frustrated men. “Hey,” you greeted them, “what’s going on here, maybe I can help?” You offered.

Paul screamed as Marko bit his shoulder, prompting you to jump and step back, “or maybe I should just leave you to it…” you mumbled, concerned.

David turned his gaze from you back to Paul as he wrestled Marko into a headlock, but Dwayne noticed the grease smeared lightly on your face and staining your clothes, maybe you could help.

“Know anything about motorcycles?” he asked as he gestured towards Marko’s bike.

You smiled, “you’re in luck,” you told him, “I just got off a shift at Ocean Auto, I should be able to help you out.”

David’s gaze snapped up to look at you, “you can fix his bike?” He asked.

“I can sure try,” you replied, kneeling down to take a look as Dwayne pulled Paul and Marko off of each other.

You shrugged off your backpack and pulled out your toolbox. You opened the box and grabbed your multimeter, to check the battery.

The battery looked good so you moved on with your assessment. You removed one of the spark plugs and screwed in a compression tester.

Everything was turning up fine, but then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You pulled out the bike’s air filter, only to find it just as you’d suspected, covered in dust and dirt.

You chuckled to yourself as you realized how stupidly simple the problem was. You turned to the four men, flashing them the filter.

“You’re gonna wanna soak this in some warm water and cleaner, but for now…” you trailed off as you pulled your water bottle from your bag. You sprayed the filter and wiped it with the bandana you kept in your back pocket.

You smiled as you handed it back to the curly blond man, “good as new…sort of,” you told him.

“Thanks,” Marko said as he popped the filter back into his bike and started his engine. “You’re a real life saver,” he told you.

“More than you know,” David mumbled to Dwayne.

As you packed up your stuff and stood to your feet, Paul slid an arm around your waist.

“Come here often sugar?” he asked you.

You blushed at his brazen attitude, “I’m here every morning, I work the night shift at the auto shop every day.” You told them.

“We’ll have to stop by sometime,” Dwayne said smiling, “but for now we’ve gotta go.”

David checked his watch, it was six AM, they were cutting it close. “C’mon boys,” he commanded, “let’s ride.”

You stepped back, getting the hint, “It was nice to meet you guys, see you around,” you waved as you walked off.

“Dibs,” Paul said, once you were out of earshot.

The other boys rolled their eyes as they all rode off into the night. This wasn’t the last they’d be seeing of you, not if they could help it.

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(I know I didn’t get to get into the romantic aspect of the Boys x Reader, so I’d be happy to write a part two for you if you want one when requests open back up!)

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[your-poetic-lifeline]

Anything for Ash and Rev please.. ( I do mean anything )

Yeahhh i gotchu!!

How the Murder Bots Show Affection

consists of: rev being creepy as always (but i think it’s cute!), ash struggling to fully accept how fond she is of you, slightly messy strewn together thoughts on the two

word count: ~500 (496 exactly if you’re curious)

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Revenant

- revenant can’t help but be permanently menacing. He’s no where near a romantic guy.

- he does show affection though! it’s just… very strange.

- he’s touchy, but it’s discreet. it’s supposed to be at least. teetering hands along your waist or shoulder as he says creepy, but… slightly endearing? remarks.

- he’s a weird, grabby creature

- he doesn’t know how to properly ask for affection. or initiate it himself.

- most times he’ll loom behind you until you face him. If you take too long, he’ll grab the top of your head. it definitely looks very murderous from outside eyes. like he’s about to yank your head off.

- he also tends to grab your face, palm blocking your vision. it’s his way of directly averting your attention. sometimes it’s his way of complimenting your face?

- he’ll sometimes even stand in front of you expectedly. blank and unmoving, which couldn’t look anymore weird to the others…

- refers to you as his “favorite skinbag”. As well as “sweetheart”, but usually when he’s trying to taunt you.

- any rare moment that he’s being normal genuine, he’s likely to call you “hon”. short and simple, subtle enough to almost miss in conversation

- he always knows where you are, so he just comes to see you whenever he pleases. might bring something along with him? a snack maybe?

- has sometimes showed up after you’ve already went to sleep. He won’t disturb you after realizing, but he’ll linger a bit before leaving.

Ash

- not sure how long she thinks she can keep it up, but sooner or later she won’t be able to keep up the formalities.

- she’s wants to put her hands all over you, but it takes her a billion years to get over herself

- literally

- Ashleigh might be the polite side of her being, but she can tease her sometimes and it quite literally messes with her head

- “You’re actually quite fond of them, hm?” “Silence, Reid.”

- She can’t deny it though

- It takes her time to let go of that no love, no warm, “human” feelings mentality. but she likes you so much that she kind of lets that stuff go. at least enough to be a decent lover to you while still keeping up the façade around others

- while around others she’ll link an arm with you, or around you in some way, but anything more touchy embarrasses her

- away from prying eyes though, she’ll let you initiate any form of affection you want. she appreciates hugs a lot actually.

- she likes examining you. Adjusting your clothes, your hair, or taking note of any scars or other healed injuries on your skin.

- If she leaves you to go do…whatever she does… she sometimes tends to come back with an interesting item (i see her as a bit of a trinket gal)

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[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

CRUSH- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Biker! Bucky x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: home for the summer, you plan on spending it in isolation, too shy and innocent to get into trouble. bucky barnes- the head of the local biker clan, has other ideas in mind.

Warnings: teasing, heavy flirting, pet names, drinking/ drugs mentioned, swearing, lap sitting, enemies to lovers trope

“can you read my mind? i've been watching you couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool camo' jacket, robbing corner stores hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too, oh, i'd rather be with you”- crush, ethel cain

PART ONE OF THE CAIN SERIES. 

You could hear the revving of the bikes from where you stood, safety guarded behind the glass doors littered with posters and signs, peeling and jumbling over each other- colours starting to fade from the summer sun. 

It was loud, their voices somehow seeming to overlap the roaring engines as they slipped on their glasses. You knew the men in that group, puffing out smokes in the convenience store parking lot. 

All of them. 

And you didn't know what that made you. Cool, for perceiving the closely, tight knit biker gang? Or shameful- for being seen anywhere near them?

 They were troublemakers. They had always, flaunting their tattoos and leather, never needing an announcement whenever they stepped into a room. You just knew who they were, that they were there and they meant business. 

Bucky Barnes and his posse never expected less. You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Shy, quiet, reserved. A girl who was headstrong yes, but knew that the bark and bite was not always the best strategy. 

You were polite, the kind of person an older person would think ‘What a sweet girl. I like her, so modest!’. Perceiving others, but not wanting to be perceived herself. Innocent. You were like that at school, and you were like that while being home for the summer. 

The gang was the same, and you dreaded the fact Bucky’s father lived right near yours. Which is why you felt your stomach drop at the bustle outside, clutching your plastic bag tighter, feeling the handles twist and pinch at your fingers circulation. 

You didn’t want them to notice you. But the rest of the parking lot was next to dead empty. Only an older man glared at them as he bagged things in the trunk, too far down in the parking lot for the group of men to care. 

Eyes stared at the back of your neck as you debated how to approach your old pickup truck, trying to assess the situation at hand. 

Not that there was a situation. Why did there need to be a situation? Just walk to your car. Don’t engage. 

The cashier, lifted his eyes from the newspaper, eyebrows cocking in concern. “H-have a good day. Thanks again.” you murmured, wanting to smack yourself. 

You had already said that. Just shut the fuck up and get home. The sticky, warm air of the west in the summer hit you as you removed yourself from the air-conditioned shop, and you took a breath before you fumbled for your keys. 

One step, then two. One step-  

“Hey sweet thang.” the leader called out, accent thick as all heads turned towards you. Your eyes met his, shades protecting the baby blues you knew were hidden under as he smirked. You felt your breath quicken, stomach turning in on itself the longer you stared. 

It was like a battle off. You were a Capulet. They were the Montagues. He reached for the smoke between his lips, throwing it down on the pavement before twisting his boot sole on it, ash smearing.

 “You shouldn't do that, you know. It’s bad.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, wanting to shrink back as soon as the words left your mouth. 

Little ooo’s and chuckles rose up from the other man, and you recognized some of them, even without the names on the back of the jean vests. Rogers. Wilson. Stark. 

He stepped towards you, cocking his head. Examining you. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not, and you weren't planning to stick around and find out. 

“Whatever you say Y/N.” he chuckled, making your eyes widen. Sweat broke out down your neck from the beating sun, and the fact he knew you. He knew you and that scared you. 

But also excited you, just a smidge. 

He noted your tense stance, and couldn't help but get a form of satisfaction out of it, even if his boys teased him for having such a crush on someone so unlike him. 

You rushed off before Bucky could say anything more, the breeze brushing the silky white sundress against your thighs as you slammed the truck door shut. Backing up without sparing a second glance, you sped out of the deserted parking lot, down the highway and away from him.

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It had been days since the last time you saw him, yet it replayed in your mind as if it had happened only a minute earlier. 

The way he noticed you. Had called out for you, as if he had been waiting the entire time you were in the store, wandering through the isles.

 It haunted you, in a way. You weren't sure if you cared for him or not. You had been watching him for quite some time now, though it had been mainly to steer clear of his antics. 

Bucky was a bad boy. You were a goodie two shoes. It didn’t fit. Intimation seeped your bones whenever you passed him, caught wind of his husky voice from whichever parking lot he crawled out from. 

So why were you still thinking of him? He scared you. Frightened you. But he was beautiful. 

Dangerously beautiful, like you couldn't say no to him no matter the question or cost. He was high strung with authority, a maturity about him that made you want to cling to him and never let go. 

Bucky was indescribable you decided, as you swung back the bottle of red wine, the sweet, tangy liquid caressing your throat as the cool night breeze blew through your hair. 

He looked like he worked with his hands and smells like marlboro reds, was all you could place in the category that you had organised in your mind. Though it was foggy, the lines slightly blurring the more you drank, the higher the moon rose in the night sky and the more the wooden railings creaked from the wind, you knew there was a reason he was constantly on your mind. 

It was silly really, how much your deep subconscious clung to the idea of him. Intoxicated or not. 

You heard the mosquitoes swarm towards the dim porch light by the old screen door, cicadas chirping in the tall grass. It was peaceful out here, alone. You let yourself dawn on how much you really missed home, the feeling of the freedom out in the middle of nowhere. 

“Drinking is bad too, ya know.” a low voice called from the shadows, making you jump- heart hammering in your chest as Bucky emerged from the darkness.

 Air whosed through clenched teeth as you sucked on your cheek, admiring him. Though he was in his ‘gear’, a rolled up henley, jeans and a smoke between his lips, he seemed different. 

Calmer.

 Like his guard wasn't up as much as you had seen it around his friends, or anyone else for that matter. “Why are you here Bucky?” was all you could muster to ask, not even knowing where to begin. 

You knew he knew where your father lived, as the two of you grew up on the same street. You just never expected him to show up. 

“Ah so shy girl  knows my name eh?”

 “Of course I know who you are. I’m not stupid.” He threw his hands up in defence. “Hey, I never said you were. Quite the opposite, from what I’ve observed.” 

He hinted towards the empty spot beside you.

 “Can I?” 

You nodded, watching as his beefy body adjusted to the smaller spot, knees brushing yours as he hung his head low. 

“Why are you here?” you repeated.

 “I don’t know. I guess seeing you the other day made me want to know you more. Is that bad?”

 “Yes.” you stated firmly, taking another swig of booze as he fumbled with his lighter. Your own answer startled you, words abruptly coming out of your mouth. It was the wine talking. But it was too late now. “Its a bad thing because you're a bad guy. You shouldn't be hanging around me.” 

He smirked, hand running through his dark, messy locks, tugging at the back of his neck. “Is that right? I forgot you're such a goodie two shoes. Are you too good for me?” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes.

 “That’s not what I meant. It’s just… we’re so different. And I don’t know you, like at all. You’ve done… bad shit.” 

“Like smoking pot? Or are you talking about that guy I murdered?” Your eyes widened, mouth forming an O shape as you whipped your head around to face him fully. Anxiety churned like angry waves in your stomach, and you feed the acid would rise up to the surface.

 “Kidding! Jesus you’re so fun to nag doll. It’s too easy, should’ve seen the look on your face! Priceless.”

 “How was I supposed to know that?!” you hiccuped, knocking the glass bottle against the bottom step, setting it down before you finished it all. That was a bad idea. Especially around a pretty boy with as much charisma as a snake charmer. 

“No idea, but some faith in me would be nice. I’ve put plenty of faith in you, ya know.” he bumped your shoulder, as if the two of you had been life long friends. 

You were baffled at the thought of what was happening right now. Never in a million years could you have pictured this, the teachers pet paired with the notorious bad boy, allowing him to sit on your porch and unwind with you when the minimal interactions the two of you had left nothing but mysteries in your mind. 

Who was he, really? Why were you so intrigued by him, though you knew he was nothing but trouble? And why, oh why did you find yourself actually enjoying his company? 

“How so?” you asked, looking down with interest at the dog tag that swung on his neck, silver shimmering in the gloom of the night. You didn’t want to look into his eyes. It scared you. 

“Well I had faith you’d come around, and let me talk to you. You’ve always looked so timid. I didn’t want to scare you.” 

You felt your breathing stop. “Why did you want to talk to me?” you asked, hesitantly. 

“Because you’re interesting to me. Like a puzzle. And I feel like there’s a lot more to you than from what I’ve seen and I want to know more.” 

You let Bucky's words settle, rest in the western air. They hung low over you, like a physical force. You're interesting to me. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction that feeling was mutual.

 “I’m glad you think I’m entertaining.” you shrugged, trying not to show how his words made you feel. 

“Come with me to the Lounge.” Smoke trickled from his rosy lips, and you watched the ash fall to the dirt before squished the but into the wood. What like… right now?” you asked, confusion spewed across your features. 

The Lounge was the towns local bar, its dark and grungy vibe off putting to you. The bikers often hung out there, the misfits throwing back drinks like it was no tomorrow You had never been to a bar before, let alone one where Bucky and his crew practically owned. 

Between its southern gothic walls was nothing but smoke and cheap booze was what your father told you, highly suggesting you steer clear of the towns local hangout. So naturally, you flinched. 

“Everyone's there right now. It’ll be all good, I promise.” 

“So why aren't you there then? At your ‘spot’” you air quoted, making him laugh. It was low and husky, tinging your skin warm with heat despite the cooler air.

 “I left to come invite you. Don't make me look stupid. I can't show up empty handed.” he teased, and you felt an obligation to follow in his footsteps as he rose, brushing off his jeans. 

“I know its a Saturday night and all and I’m supposed to be out but I’ve never… its not my territory.” you shrugged, rubbing your arms in comfort. 

“You're welcomed there. I promise. But if you don’t feel safe, or comfortable, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see if you’d be willing, is all sweetheart.” 

You sighed. The right thing to do would be to shake your head no, grabbing the bottle and heading in for the night. Leaving him on the porch, with his bike parked down the street for himself. 

But you couldn't leave him. Not now. Not when you finally had the guts to properly answer him in a conversation, even if it was ambushed onto you on your own property. 

“Fine. But don’t make me regret it.”

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If the wind was chilled before, it was crisp as ice now. You clung to him as he sped down the old roads, barley daring to breathe as the engine throttled, revving onwards as he laughed. 

The breeze roared in your ears, whipping through your hair that escaped your the helmet he had conveniently packed, an extra. Fingers were clenched tightly to the deep maroon of his henley, bunching as you hugged him tighter. 

This was the closest you had been to him, ever. On the back of his Harley, zipping down back roads you knew took you the longer way to the bar, as if he was intently wanting you to cling to him tighter the faster he dared to go, for as long as possible. 

It was frighting, but exhilarating. Like a wave of cool water on a hot day. It was refreshing to see the endless bounds of wheat fields and old barns through he shade of the viser, a taste of his lifestyle. 

You almost wanted to throw your hands up, to feel the air rush through your fingertips. 

“You doing okay doll?” he roared over the whip of the wind, glancing at you with a smile though the side mirror. You nodded, to frightened to speak, throat parched dry. 

Before you knew it, you emerged from the cool, undertones of deep blue,bright light shinning from the distance. You could already make out the bundles of people scattered in the parking lot, gripping Bucky tighter as the two of you slowed. 

Bikes were parked everywhere, and you could remember some of them from the other day from the gas station. No familiar faces. The world came into focus as he parked, helping you down and slid off your helmet, bursts of talking laughter and music swarming your ears, the lights seeming brighter without the blur of your viser. 

It was busy, but that was expected. Bucky had already told you everyone in town was here- the misfits at least, but it didn’t quell your anxiety any more. 

Part of you wanted to grab his hand, scared of loosing him in the crowd you were about to face, but he had already done that for you. His large, slightly rough, callused hand was warm as it enveloped yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“We can leave at any time. I’ll be with you honey. Promise.” he reassured as you nodded, looking over at the dozens of bikers that scattered along the outside of the bar. 

They took no notice in you, minding their business as they chatted away, smokes in hand. Good. No one was gawking yet. You hoped it would be like that the whole time- but you knew it wouldn't be. You stood out too much, and it was because of your lack of spunk for once, and not the other way around. 

Plus, anywhere Bucky went, people stared. It was hard to look away from him. You knew from personal experience. 

Loud bustles of music streamed from the speakers with the murmured of dozens of voices, swarming your head as you took in the scenery. There was leather everywhere, smoke blending in with the neon signs. Dart boards and pool tables were all occupied, bartenders buzzing like bees in a hive as they poured drafts and shook cocktails. 

“Where are we going?” you asked him, leaning in closer as you squeezed by the other bodies that crowed the space. 

“Where it’s quieter.” 

You prayed it was also more secluded, as the eyes began to follow you. Your little white dress was no match for the sea of dark neutrals here. Bucky’s group appeared, sprawled in booths around the back wall- like it was their territory. 

You didn't know if you felt welcomed or not, feeling like a show pony on display as the stared at you. “She’s here!” the blonde on called, smirk wide on his face as he looked at you. 

Steve. You knew him right away, always seeing him appear next to Bucky, front and center. The right hand man. 

Then there was Sam you learned as you sat down next to Bucky, giving you a little wave before downing the shot he had in front of him, always seeming to be in the shadows. 

There was at least ten of them, all of them as eager to meet you as the last. Like they were infatuated with you. Before you knew it, dozens of drinks were sent your way, and after about two beers you had somehow landed directly on Bucky’s lap. 

“So your the girl who turned Barnes soft eh?” Sam asked you, making your eyes widen.

 “What do you mean?” you asked timidly, wiggling your hips anxiously. 

“Oh doll he doesn't mean literally.” Bucky chuckled, and you felt a very prominent bulge press into your ass as his hands guided your hips downwards. 

Your cheeks burned with heat. Sam laughed, the smell of smoke heavy on his jacket, and whisky on his breath. Your head spun, and you felt yourself slumping  against Bucky the longer the night went on, starting to forget you barely knew him the way you wanted to- that this wasn't your crowd. 

“You okay?” he murmured against your head as you gripped his jacket, blinking slowly. 

“Mhm fine. Jus- drunk.” you hiccuped, breathing in the ceadarwood and smoke that clung to him. 

“I shouldn't have let you drink that much.” 

“You don’t get to decide that for me.” you snapped back at him, standing your ground. Bucky was already unravelling you in a way that made you feel vulnerable enough, you didn’t need him making decisions for you too. 

“Shes got a point Barnes. Pretty soon it’ll be the other way ‘round.” Steve announced, seeming to reappear from thin air as he slide in the booth next to Sam- twirling his keys around his ring finger. 

“Where’d you come from?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised. You wanted to ask the same question. He looked like he was on cloud nine, eyes wide and sparkling, the booze giving his cheeks a tinge of pink. 

“Jus’ beat Romanoff at darts n now shes all pissy.” he laughed, and you leaned your head over the side of the concave to search for her.

 You liked her. She was the only girl in the gang, but her personality shined bright enough to be at least four. Her red hair was as fiery as her personality, and you would be terrified to piss her off. You were surprised Steve wasn't worried about her grabbing the dart and gouging his eye out with it. 

“She’s gonna beat your ass man. I wouldn’t put it past her.” Sam shrugged, making you giggle. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the quiter atmosphere in the back, but you found yourself enjoying their company. 

The fact you had made Bucky ‘soft’, whatever that meant- made you happy. You wanted to be the only person who made him feel that way. “Cmon.” Bucky said suddenly, waking you from your drowsy state, leg bouncing to startle you. 

“What are we doing?” you asked as he shimmed the pair of you out of the booth, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as his large hand slipped in yours, thumb rubbing your skin in a soothing motion. 

He just smiled, that cheeky little smile you had seen him slide your way so many times- the one that intimidated you because there was no one a man like him could look at you like that and not be pulling your leg. 

But here he was, with you. Looking at you like that- and making it authentic. It was crazy to you how easy it was for you to be caught up with him, wanting nothing more then to seek his attention and validation. 

Though he was bad- and you knew he had done some very, very bad things- the warnings seemed to falter in your mind the second he flashed you that dangerous smile.

 “We’re dancing.” he shrugged, as if it was the most average thing for the leader of a biker gang to do.

 “Dance? But no one else is dancing.” you noted, confused as you looked around the room. Though more people had dwindled out over the night, there was still plenty of people here. None of them dancing, all of them staring. 

This establishment seemed much like a fight club and less like a dance club.

 “Awh you shy?” he teased, guiding you away from the bustle and the lights, towards the entrance. Of course he wasn't. He had no reason to be. You were sure Bucky had never felt shy a day in his life. 

“Do you blame me?” you demanded, eyes wide as he tugged you a little harder, nearly making you stumble over your own two feet. You wished you weren't so clumsy. Especially now. 

“We’ll go outside where its quiet. And then we’ll dance up a storm.” Bucky sung, spinning you around as he pushed open the front door, clearly drunk. 

You laughed, the chill air making goosebumps rise on your skin through your little dress, though the wine sloshed in your tummy made you feel giggly and warm. “I didn't think you were a dancer.”

 “Looks can be deceiving.” he replied, wrapping his arms around your middle, swaying you side to side as he guided you over towards his bike, parked next to the others. 

It was far enough from the human eye, but close enough you could hear the music as clear as day. Hands were wrapped around his forearms, gripping him tightly as he moved you, guided you to a state of serenity. 

“It's gonna be a fun summer shortcake.” he whispered, kissing your cheek softly, as if you were a piece of glass china, scared to hurt you. 

You let him. The sweet, soft melody trickled from the speakers, lyrics intertwining you to Bucky. Like it was made for him. 

Something's been feeling weird lately There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby) Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy) And piss him off 'til he hates me

Yeah right... he fuckin loves me...

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[sungbeam]

𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

motorcycle racer!ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, flirting, low-key tension?, CHANGMIN !! IN A !! CROPTOP !!, reader has hair long enough to flow out of a helmet?, swearing, changmin calls reader dollface and sweetheart

a/n: ash @ethereal-engene knows... 🤧😳 (guys, i might make this a fully fleshed out fic... or keep writing until they kiss bc i'm a sucker !!)

"Need a ride?"

You glanced up from your phone, your eyes meeting the slicing cat eyes of one Ji Changmin, his hand carding through his dark strands of hair dampened in sweat from the helmet he just tore off. You blinked. Out of anyone who could have come to get you— "How did you…"

"Chanhee told me the situation and I was in the area," he replied matter-of-factly with a stiff shrug. He hadn't bothered to put the kickstand of his motorcycle down yet as he left the engine to run and he continued to straddle the vehicle. 

You realized you had been eyeing him—the tight fitting crop top, cargo pants and heavy duty boots. He'd been in the area for a race. "I can wait," you said to him. For someone else, anyone else. 

It didn't seem like he expected you to reject his offer, because he narrowed his eyes at you, a dimple forming in the side of his cheek as he frowned. He sighed. "Chanhee will have my head, you know."

You tongued your cheek and crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. "Maybe I'd like to see that."

You could've sworn that you saw the corner of his lips twitch upward. 

Changmin pressed his lips together, a muscle feathering in his jaw with a wry smile. "Just get on the bike, Yn."

"No fucking way."

"Well, I'm not gonna just leave you out here," he huffed, leaning back slightly to mirror you with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, helmet squeezed between his thighs and the front of the bike. 

A breeze wafted past and blew on the loose strands of hair in your eyes and you brushed them out of the way. There was no one around for miles, and the sky was already darkening a little too quickly for your liking. Soon, you'd be a literal sitting duck in the middle of nowhere… if you didn't suck up your pride and get on the bike, at least. 

He must have seen the resignation in your expression, because his own softened. He grabbed the helmet and held it out to you. Nodding to the space just behind him, he coaxed, "C'mon, I don't bite—"

You walked forward and grabbed the helmet from him, but didn't miss the gleam in his eyes. 

"—unless you want me to."

You rolled your eyes and put the helmet on, throwing your leg over the back of his bike and settling on the end of the seat behind him. "I will get off this motorcycle right now and leave you to face Chanhee alone, Ji."

He threw a wolfish grin over his shoulder at you as he gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle and revved the engine. The sound echoed even across the barren fields on either side of you. "Better hold onto something, dollface."

You glanced down at his slim waist—no fucking way—and managed to get "Hold onto what?" out of your mouth before he floored the gas and rocketed off down the road. 

You screeched, swears falling from your mouth, as your arms hooked around his middle and you pressed your front to his back.

You could hear his cackles even over the thundering of the whipping wind in your ears. "Screw you," you yelled through his helmet. It smelled, surprisingly, not like sweat but like the musky, woody scent of his cologne. 

"Is that an invitation?" 

"There's something wholly wrong with you!"

He cheered out into the night, the wind and speed giving him a delicious rush of adrenaline. The grin just couldn't fade away. "Tell me something I don't know."

You resolved to keep your mouth shut. As Changmin drove you both down the seemingly endless road back toward the city, you took in the setting sun to your right, the side of your head leaning against his back so you could watch the star sink into the horizon. A sense of peace washed over you, and you realized that there was something addicting about the way your heart had jolted when he'd sped into action. The wind blowing past you, the solidness of Changmin's lean figure keeping you grounded. You'd always thought riding on a motorcycle would be scary, but perhaps you shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss it. 

You and Changmin said nothing to the other for the remainder of the journey. 

Soon, the two of you were racing past the neon lights of downtown, speeding past plenty of red lights to the symphony of elongated car horns. 

Every time Changmin laughed, you could feel it in his back, his stomach, in the way he pressed faster ever so slightly. 

And as Changmin slowed to turn the corner onto the quiet neighborhood of you apartment complex, the abrupt realization hit you in the face like a gust of wind. Your cheeks ached from smiling. 

You struggled to neutralize your facial expression as Changmin pulled up to the curb in front of your complex and turned the engine off. The kickstand popped down against the street, and you sat up to shuck the helmet off your head. You shook your hair out, wincing as you combed a hand through the strands to tame any helmet hair sticking up. 

Changmin turned his head only slightly to watch you out of his periphery. 

You exhaled audibly and passed the helmet up to him. He tucked the helmet under his other arm then stuck his free hand out to the side so you could grab onto it and help yourself off the bike. When your feet hit solid ground, the weight of gravity was a strange sensation. 

You wanted to get back on the bike. 

But you weren't about to tell him that. 

"Thanks, Changmin," you said finally, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

He gave the slightest smile. "Anytime, Yn. Is someone going to get your car or…?"

Oh, right. That. Your eyes shuddered at the migraine already appearing in your temples at the thought of all that hassle. "I should probably call someone about that."

He bobbed his head. "You probably should. I know a guy. A friend of mine—you can trust him."

You blinked. "Oh. Could I get his number?"

He smiled, his tongue caught between his cheek. He leaned back slightly again, sinewy arms crossing. One of his brows cocked upward. "You could…"

At the pause, you deadpanned. "What do you want, Changmin?"

There was that grin. You wondered how he could look so boyish when his body and demeanor was the entire opposite. Pretty, beautiful boy. "Come to next week's race."

The suggestion hung in the air and you opened your mouth to automatically reject it, but hesitated. He'd already driven you home—because of Chanhee—but then again, he could've just not come to get you at all. 

It was like he could read you like an open book, like he could see right through you. "You can leave whenever," he promised you as if trying to convince you, "it'd just be nice to see your pretty face in the crowd again."

God, there went all of your resolve. You stuck your hands in the pockets of your pants, resigned. "Okay. I'll be there."

Victory sang in the way he smiled, in the way the streetlight made his dark irises glitter. He held out his hand, and you placed your phone in his palm. 

Swiftly, he was inputting contact information into your files, eagerly and faster than you could regret agreeing.

When he gave your phone back to you, the screen was off and you signed back in to pull up the new contact. You barely registered Changmin donning his helmet, followed by the ear-splitting roar of the motorcycle engine. 

You raised your head just in time to watch him salute to you and whip down the street and around the corner. 

For a moment, you simply stood on the sidewalk, letting the thundering of your heart settle and for feeling to return to your ears. When the silence had settled, you loosened a sigh and headed toward your apartment complex. 

You were one foot in the door when you halted. You had opened up the new contact page, but instead of some stranger's name, you instead saw "changmin 😚" in the name slot. 

And in the notes, he had left you a message: I'm the "friend" if you haven't figured it out yet ;) I'll get your car back to you by tomorrow morning x.

a/n: the amount of changmin fics on this blog might overtake jacob ones, i fear

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[eddies-perm]

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 & 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

* this is a solo masturbation fic, hence the ‘&’ instead of the usual ‘x’, since there’s no actual sex between you and eddie *

warnings. smut!!, semi-public (in his van), jerking off to dirty pics, some references to the taking of said dirty pics.

word count: 834

** before corroded coffin’s gig, eddie revisits some ~pictures~ he took of you... **

Eddie’s always revved up before shows but tonight, for some reason, he’s especially wound up. Even though the club is small, it’s a pretty well known joint in Hawkins and there are sure to be some Hawkins High students in the crowd tonight. Not that he cares what they think, but...in a way, he kind of does. He wants to show them that he’s more than just the school freak.

He heads to his van for a quick cigarette, just to take the edge off a little bit. No more than five minutes, he told the band. And then he’d be ready to rock.

But then, when he went to grab a cigarette from the pack in his glovebox, he catches sight of something he’d forgotten were in there...polaroids of you. Specifically, you naked.

He’s so fucking wired right now that one quick glance at those photos has him hardening in his jeans. Fuck, he doesn’t have time for this, he’s got a show that’s about to start...but also fuck, you look so sexy in those pictures--

His fingers are yanking the zipper and button on his jeans before he knows what he’s doing, freeing his erection from the restrictive material. He grabs a couple of the pictures from the glove compartment and holds them up a bit closer, groaning at the sight of your nude body.

“Fuck,” he mutters softly, quickly flicking a match to light the cigarette clenched between his teeth. He takes an aggressive drag as he wraps a hand around his aching cock. “Fuuuck...”

He recalls the night he took them, remembers how he fucked you so hard just before he pulled out the camera. You were moaning so beautifully and you took his cum so well, you were so full of him...

His eyes linger over the small image, taking in every single part of your body. The one he’s looking at now is a full-body shot of you laying on his bed. You’re holding your legs apart for the camera, wearing a sultry smirk, and if he looks close enough, Eddie swears he can see his creamy spend dripping from your freshly fucked pussy.

“Ohmygod, baby,” he breathes, biting his lip. “S-So fucking hot, you look so sexy...”

He grabs the other picture, stroking himself faster. This time, you’re on all fours, legs spread wide as you look back at the camera with a sweet, innocent smile. Although the cum dripping from your cunt tells an entirely different story.

Eddie groans around his cigarette, tipping his head back briefly. He’s already so close and it’s only been a few minutes. “Mmm, look at that pretty pussy f-fucking dripping with my cum. I fffilled you up good, hm?”

Your voice, your gasps, your moans echo in his mind. He imagines your voice, a breathy plea, asking -- begging -- him to cum inside you, to bury his cum deep into your waiting cunt. You’re so wet around him, so tight...you’re heavenly, and Eddie is no religious man, but you’re heaven.

Ashes tumble off the tip of his cigarette as his hips jerk, bucking up in time with his strokes. He moans softly, breathily, fucking up into his hand as his orgasm draws dangerously close.

Then, he looks over and sees the third and final picture he took of you that night in the open glovebox. It’s one of you handcuffed to his bed, biting your lip like the little minx you are.

That’s what sends him over the edge.

“Fuuuck, ohhh baby -- mmm!”

Just before he lets go, he grabs the polaroids and sets them just under his weeping slit. He gasps as he finally reaches his peak, painting the polaroids in ropes of his warm seed. 

He shudders with pure arousal, pumping himself for a bit longer, wanting to prolong this good feeling as long as possible. When he comes down from his high a few moments later, he looks down at the polaroids, which are now covered in his release.

An idea comes to him as he puts his cigarette out and he smirks, setting the pictures up on the dash to preserve their condition as best he can. You left your camera bag in here the other day and forgot to grab it out of his van. He quickly grabs the bag and pulls the camera out, grabbing the cum-covered pictures. He sets them on the seat beside him and turns the camera on, waiting anxiously for it to warm up.

Eddie snaps a quick picture of the polaroids, then shakes it while pulling himself together again, trying his best to make it look like he hasn’t just beat it to dirty pictures of his girlfriend.

Once the picture is fully developed, he, with a small smirk, puts the camera back and tucks the picture in with it. He hopes you’ll find it soon, that you’ll like it.

And he’ll be right there, eagerly waiting to recreate those pictures and take many, many more.

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[cryptonite-exe]

i see you’re taking request!! would you be willing to write some more dating rev head cannons? maybe how he’d treat you during downtime with everyone else? :) so far i’ve fallen in love with your crypto content!

dating the devil | revenant headcanons

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; revenant x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; AAAA MY FIRST REQUESTTT thank you so much you kind soul!! really hope you enjoy this! (apologies it took long) <3

the mellow afternoon sun slowly descends, the light of day fading. the hazy atmosphere and silence of the dropship’s clinic was comforting. you sigh deeply and shut your eyes. you relish in the peace of this unoccupied area of the ship, the vibrations of the moving ship was soothing to you. you were hooked on an iv bag to get the fluids you needed to make a full recovery. with an arm taped with wires and strict orders to rest there, you recall the events of the past day as sleep dawned onto you. the match today did more damage than good. your entire shield batteries and med kits being completely shredded by the damn charged rifle ash kept poking you with. the bandages on your waist fit you tight, the inflammation on your skin was no joke. perhaps having personal relations to the other simulacrum has its cons.

the recent schedule of back to back matches took a toll on you- no, rather all of you. octane, who lives for the adrenaline of battle, even expressed how he needed a breather after the recent games. quoting “more stim’s been going than coming, my stunts won’t be as cool without my stim!”. after the complaints, the syndicate announced a week long break with olympus being the stopping place. the legends rejoiced and gushed about their plans for the week filled with partying and clubs, and some choosing to remain in the comfort of their closed quarters.

the next thing you knew, you were coming to your senses. your attempt at going back to sleep was futile, the pillow your head was laying on was so uncomfortable you were convinced it was a brick. no amount of shifting and turning can soften that so called pillow. the white lights of the dropship nearly blinded you when you attempted to open your eyes. you groan and rub your eyes. now pissed and awake, you tried sitting up because you don’t remember the clinic’s pillows were this hard. you immediately stopped midway as a sudden shock of pain presented itself. the pain had you yelling before you can even register where it was. “easy there human” a familiar voice greets you. your hand lays on your abdomen but your eyes pan to him. “what the hell are you doing he- wait, where even am i?” you ask when you saw the unfamiliar room. it was the standard room the syndicate assigned to everyone but there was nothing.

“my room. how idiotic of you to simply sleep there. have you no regard for your safety?” he spoke, standing up. “you were looking for me?” you asked with a laugh, tilting your head to the side. “don’t get all cocky with me, human” he defensively replies. despite his relentless remarks, he places a hand on your back and offering the other to you. you accepted it immediately, he helps you stand up and walk. he doesn’t let go, perhaps waiting for you to tell him off. but you just lean in further into his gentle embrace, one that showed he was scared of harming you. “oh my knight in shining armor.” you gush, half jokingly. he only groans in response.

‘this will be a fun week’

he's a literal 6'8 (semi) gentle giant

there are the usual homicidal remarks here and there but never towards you

he'd be bored AS SHIT during the break

he complains that "skinsuits are to be killed"

he ends up following you everywhere like a curious cat, always looming over your shoulder to watch whatever you're doing

he doesn't care about pda at all, he let's you do what makes you happy. but when someone points it out he hisses like a cat in water

when the other legends saw him walk behind you everywhere, someone was bound to make fun of him for it

it just happened to be mirage

"who would've guessed murder bot is a murder PET now hah! hahah..." he laughs, fading at the end when revenant snaps his head in mirage's direction

various curses and profanities were thrown that you had to slap him on the arm for it

"hey- no that was too mean!" you express, crossing your arms

"whatever he deserved it" he murmurs, then stomps away like a literal kid

(is back to your side in 5 minutes)

not the best person to gossip to but he does keep an open ear and sometimes asks for details

he'll groan whenever you're rambling for a long time, but he actually feels bad when you shut up

his form of an apology is sticking by your side until you start talking again

he absolutely cannot be left to do a task unless you want claw marks left everywhere

folding clothes? ripped. wiping down tables? scratches. he wants to hand comb your hair? no you're going bald.

he doesn't understand your liking for kissing him but doesn't oppose it

rev : what are you doing?

: kissing you

rev : disgusting. do it again.

doesn't do pet names. you are clinically insane if you hope he calls you one

the most he'll do is "human" or "sweetheart" and not with romantic intent

is scared to even lay a finger on you, what if those hands do to you what they were designed to do?

you have to initiate any intimacy, placing his hands on your waist reminding him it's okay or resting your head on his shoulder to calm him down

treats you like absolute glass- like you would break at a single push

possessive to the power of 10, and it cannot be overstated

no other legend would dare to even flirt with you, an invisible mark that indicates his property is on you

"mine" he mumbles, pulling your waist closer to him as his other hand grips his scythe- bloody from an entire squad's futile attempt to ambush you alone

some would question your taste in significant others but if they asked, you'd answer

"if only you knew"

if only they knew the quiet moments you had just observing each other, curiosity indulging itself

if only they knew the stories he shared from his memories, how his early days as a human haunted him to a point of endless jealousy and anger

if only they knew how tired he was of waking up from every death he hoped was the final one, how you were the only thing he looked forward to seeing

if only they knew how you were the only person he trusted enough to shut down and sleep

if only they knew how you wake up at 3am to see glowing dots on your ceiling, no hesitation to pat the bed as an invite and just go back to sleep

if only they knew how he nudges his head against yours as a kiss, how he caresses your hands feeling the warmth of being human

if only they knew your selfish thoughts of wanting to be one of his kind to accompany him in his lonely nightmare forever

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

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[mintcrows]

no internet yet so i finished this rev x ash drawing i did months ago lol

inspired by this screenshot a friend took

#drawing #apex legends #revenant #revenant apex #ash apex #ashleigh reid #rev x ash #honeysuckle #rash #ash x rev

[stxrmylxve]

Takeomi Akashi // @satanlovesusall666

Takeomi is a bit of an oddball. He likes different things, but he especially likes a good smoke outside for some fresh air. If you do one of those romantic things where you walk up behind him and hug his waist from behind, he will melt into you. He fell for you hard, and he might fall for you all over again.

Okay, this is oddly specific, but if you have been crying in pleasure to where you have wet lashes, look up at him through them. His thrusts will stutter, but his eyes will remain locked onto yours. He doesn't know what it does to him, but whatever it does, it awakens something in him.

#ash <3 #Feel Me Up! #takeomi fluff #takeomi x you #takeomi headcanons #tokrev takeomi #takeomi x reader #takeomi akashi #tr takeomi #takeomi smut #akashi takeomi #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #fem reader #fem!reader

[itjazzbicch]

Long Night

Pairing:  Takeomi Akashi x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Takeomi, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Returning home after years of living in a different country, the reader ends up racing a stranger who turns out to be her old friend Takeomi. Reuniting and hanging out together for a night ends up being a long night as certain feelings create a tension that is quickly shattered...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Smoking, drinking, racing w/a slight cop chase, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), slight spanking, praise, pet names (baby & good girl), creampie, a bit of rough sex

Word Count: 2.4k 

It was good to be back home from across the world. I already had a furnished home, and had some things to settle in the night, but it felt good to hop on my bike, having to drive through the city to get home.

Of course, I hit every red light on the way home and wasn't even halfway there. While waiting for the light to change, a bike next to me caught my attention.

It was nice! The other driver had a helmet on, too, hiding their identity, but I supped them and gave a thumbs up to their bike as a compliment. Their response? They revved their bike at me.

Looking at the lights, it was about to change at any moment now. So, I got ready and revved back at them. They only revved back, and I did the same, our back tires smoking as the light turned green, and we both took off.

There was nothing like racing that made my blood pump and my adrenaline rush. Whoever I was racing indeed had experience and guts. Little did they realize I did, too.

We were neck and neck, swerving past other cars, drifting through an intersection; my tires left behind dark tire marks, running through a red light.

I had to laugh at the driver as they looked at me like I was crazy. Even with a helmet on, I could read their expression, but I started thinking. The direction we were heading showed that they were familiar with how some gangs raced around here. I wondered if I knew them, ready to lift the visor on my helmet to speak, but we both looked back briefly as we heard sirens.

"Shit!" I groaned to myself, throwing up a peace sign to the other driver before taking some alleys to get away from the cops.

It didn't take long for me to get in the clear. I needed a second to breathe and get my heart to stop pumping so fast; I headed to an old parking garage that not too many people used, just to find the same person I was racing in the garage, too.

Now, this was too coincidental, saying before taking off my helmet:

"Yo, do I know you?"

"Y/N?" They surely knew me, taking our helmets off simultaneously, seeing that it was Takeomi.

"Takeomi! Holy shit, bro!" I couldn't believe it, smiling and giggling as we hopped off our bikes to hug each other.

"I should've known it was you," He laughed, swaying as he hugged me, "I only know a few people who drive like a maniac."

"Oh, you're one to talk!" I laughed, playfully shoving him, "Just be grateful we avoided the fuzz, dude!"

"Good point," He chuckled, pulling out a cigarette to light up, "Gonna let the heat die down a little before I head back out."

"Same," I sighed out of relief, no longer hearing any sirens; another thought popped into my head, "You got any plans tonight? I haven't seen you in forever! We got to hang out or something!"

"Just your luck, I'm free," He smirked, blowing out the smoke and ashing his cigarette, making me smile more:

"Sweet! You can come see my place."

Nodding and finishing his cigarette, we hopped back on our bikes, winking at him before putting my helmet back on:

"Just follow me if you can keep up."

"If it weren't for the cops, I would've won," He spat, laughing at him:

"Just wait till we can race again! I'll make you eat your words!"

As much as I wanted to race again, I kept things calm and took the back way to my house, leading him into the garage, parking and putting my helmet on the shelf against the wall, then grabbing the door:

"You want a drink or anything?"

"Sure," He followed, looking around my house and complimenting, "This is nice."

"Thanks," I smiled, heading into the kitchen, "It's all one floor, but I like it."

Nodding and leaning against the island, I could tell by the look on his face that he would ask me a particular question, answering before he could ask by pulling out an ashtray and sliding to him.

"Read my mind."

"Be grateful that I like you," I teased, opening the fridge and offering, "So, normal drinks, or do you want the hard stuff?"

"You know me," He smirked, laughing and grabbing the liquor, going to the couch:

"C'mon, nothing like a drink with an old friend."

"Can't argue with you on that one," He smiled, bringing the ashtray and joining me on the couch.

It was lovely to sit and chat, joke around, and reminisce. Takeomi, Shinichiro, and I were one hell of a trio when we were younger, and it felt like those times again. The more we talked, the more time passed, not realizing it was already late in the night.

"We've been drinking, and it's pretty late," I realized as I looked at my phone, "Just spend the night, 'kay?"

"'Kay," Fixed on his cigarette, I got our glasses and returned to the kitchen to clean up. After washing the glasses, I put the bottle back, bent over as I was fixing some things in the fridge, and noticed the red ring of his cigarette burning in the corner of my eye, but he wasn't ashing it.

"You burn my couch with that, and I'm gonna kick your butt," I warned, looking as he pretended to hold it over the couch, joking:

"What a shame that'd be. This is a nice couch."

"That's it," Standing and marching over to him, I was able to snatch his cigarette, only playing around, "You lost your smoking privileges."

"Hey! I was messing around!" He groaned, trying to get it back. There wasn't much left of it, and I was laughing while trying to dodge him, putting the cigarette in my mouth and pressing his hands into the couch, practically straddling over him as I had his hands pinned with my knees.

"Oh no," I inhaled, blowing out the smoke and ashing it in the ashtray beside me.

"Thought you gave up smoking?" He murmured, fixed on my lower half, "Also, that hurts."

"I have one every once in a while," I huffed, fixing my knees so they weren't hurting his hands anymore, sitting on his lap, "Better?"

"Yeah," He hummed, squeezing my thighs before settling on my hips, his head falling back a little as he smirked, whispering, "That's a lot better."

"Oh, I get it." Retracing my memory, I realized he was staring at me while I was bent over; thus, why he wasn't paying attention to his cigarette. Chuckling, "If you want something in particular, why don't you just go for it?"

"Bold of you to assume that I wasn't going to," Sliding his hands down to my ass and taking a hard squeeze, our lips smacked together; just a few parts of our lips later, his tongue explored my mouth before biting my lip, spanking my ass as he growled, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to tap this ass."

It was so long ago already since we last saw each other, my lip popping free from his bite as I stood up, starting to take off my clothes and give him a little show:

"Sorry that I kept you waiting so long."

"It's alright. Just make it up to me," He grinned, looking me up and down before his eyes followed me as I stepped out of my pants, headed to the door that was for my bedroom, my back facing him as my bra fell next, then my panties.

"I can in here if you want it," I teased, shaking my hip at him before laughing and heading into my dark room.

"You're gonna get it," I could hear his clothes dropping with his footsteps, turning on the lamp as he came in shirtless, joggers sagging, standing at the end of the bed as I was under the covers, teasing him with a finger:

"C'mon, baby."

Tossing his box of cigarettes, lighter, and keys to the nightstand, he quickly stepped out of his joggers and briefs, his cock standing against his stomach, my mouth watering as I was so fixed on it, squealing as he ripped the blanket off the bed, taking me by the ankle and dragging me down, set in the middle.

"Think you'll tease me like that, then be in charge?" He growled as he crawled on me, still holding my ankle, taking the other and snickering, "Just when I was thinking about being sweet with you."

"You know I'm no saint, Takeomi," I blew a kiss, sucking in a deep breath as he brought my legs together, pushing them toward me to expose my dripping cunt, slapping his cock against it before trailing down to tease my entrance:

"I know. I always called you my little baddie, remember?"

"I r-remember," My breaths were already hitched as he spread my legs back open, setting his tip in.

"But tonight? You're going to be a good girl. Got it?" Feeding an inch, my eyes closed softly as I moaned at the slight stretch, but that slightness turned into what felt like a small tear, his hips bucking into mine and slamming his cock deep, taking me by the jaw as a sharp moan shot out of me, nose to nose as he repeated, "Got it?"

"G-Got it-t," I stuttered out, jaw hanging as he pulled back and slammed his tip into my sweet spot, spitting out, "I'll be a good girl."

"Good," He hummed, hooking his arms under mine, his thrusts slowing down, his whisper making me break out in goosebumps, "I've been waiting for years. Wanna take my time with this sweet, little pussy."

"'m sorry I made you wait so long-ggg," I breathed carefully; that tearing eased away, and I was still so full but now wholly submerged in ecstasy.

"It's 'kay," With his mouth leaving marks all over my neck and chest, he was only driving me crazier, tongue swirling over my nipples once his hickeys formed, his pace picked up, electric heat tingling from my head to my toes, "Worth it. You fit me like a glove, baby."

"Uh huh," My head dipped back further and further the quicker he went, his arms fixing on the sides of my head, loving the fucked out expressions on my face, gripping his triceps hard and whining, "Take-"

The orgasm coming for me had me shaking with need. Not being active for a long time and then getting the life nearly fucked out of me had my body losing control much more quickly. All that could be heard was my moans mixed with the slaps of wet skin, the slaps growing louder as I repeated:

"Take!"

"What? Need a little more?" Slithering his hand down to find my clit, my moans got lumped and stuck in my throat as his fingers were quickly soaked, slipping but still rubbing, my clit raw and the jolts all over had my vision blacking out, just feeling his hair, arms wrapped around his neck as I started kissing him, even when I couldn't keep my mouth shut, then back to gripping his arms, digging at his skin as my orgasm was so earthshattering.

It was so intense that he dropped whatever was left of the act he pulled when we first started, our chests meeting and I was able to feel how hard each of our hearts was beating, how heavy our breaths were as he was groaning, my legs latching around his waist and trying to crush him with my thighs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I babbled, whining sharper as he was still fucking me, my grip pulling him deeper each time, panting to him, "I need that again."

"We have plenty of time," He panted softly, pulling out so he could drop to his back, guiding me on top of him, "I wanna see what you're made of, now."

"Give me just a second," I breathed, letting my nerves die down some before sitting on the tip of his cock softly, whining at how much stronger the friction was this time.

"Easy," He cooed, holding my hips, whispering as I rolled my hips, falling closer and closer to his base each time, "Fuck, you're so tight. That's what I like."

"You like that?" I cooed back, dropping on all his cock, bouncing then grinding against his hips, gripping at the sheets and biting my lip as I moved faster, whining again as I felt his cock throbbing against my walls.

"Cum for me real quick, baby," His voice was low, thumb at my clit again, rapid this time, and the intense shock from it almost made me fall to his chest, my hands pressing hard against his chest while I tried to keep going, feeling myself getting close, but my hips kept jerking and trying to give way on me.

"It's s-soo h-hard, Take," Back to biting my lip with my nose flaring from heavy breaths, head down low, his other hand guiding my hip up and down on his cock, getting his tip back to my sweet spot.

"Cum. I know you're right there," He was right, forcing myself up to rock back and forth faster, not knowing how hard I was rocking, even when my ear started ringing, his pants and groans sounding dim, "Got damn, baby."

"God!" I was truly out of my mind, feeling worn out and clenching harder than before. I thought my first orgasm was overwhelming? His cock, our thighs, my brand-new bed sheets? Drenched. And somehow, I was still bouncing on his cock that was throbbing more than the first time, crying out to him, "Why's your dick so good, Take?"

"Why's your pussy so good?" He pulled me down to him, one arm wrapped around my head, the other keeping my ass still as he picked up his hips a little, his thrusts a little sloppy but still had speed, "You just want me to fill you up with how hard you were riding me, huh?"

"You can," Just those two words had him tensing up, grunting more as I sounded so sweet in his ear, "Fill me up, baby. Please."

No more words; I buried my face in his chest as warm strings of white seed coated my walls, leaking out even while still stuffed with his cock. We both just laid there panting till he reached for his cigarettes, lighting up, rubbing my back, and blowing out the first puff of smoke:

"Don't wanna let me go, huh?"

"That and I am beat," I chuckled, looking at him, "That was incredible, Take."

"How long has it been since we've seen each other?" He breathed, brushing back my hair, smiling, "All that tension was bound to break soon."  

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers oneshot #takeomi akashi #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi x y/n #takeomi akashi imagine #takeomi akashi smut #takeomi akashi oneshot #takeomi smut #takeomi x reader #takeomi x y/n #read and enjoy

[laurentbis]

redmugbluelinen

2015

Fionn Creber x Lulu Ash, rev

[the-mechanica]

the 3 states of Rev as a sim

Original Revenant - Unself-aware, 100% Plato's cave. Believes he is living a regular life as Kaleb Cross.

Self-Aware Revenant - The man who used to be Kaleb Cross realizes and recalls that he has been dead for a few hundred years and turned into a virtually immortal simulacrum revenant of that man. Due to this, he develops effectual Depression as a result.

Revenant Reborn - Self-aware (currently), but not entirely in control of his actions. Effectively put on a leash, but worst of all, now even more aware of the cage his own body has become to his mind. @daralamalice posted a really good question on X Twitter about what Rev's talking to himself in the lobby was about. I mentioned that I think it's his fractured programming, fluctuating between earlier versions of him between 2 and 3 since he is still self-aware. However, his actions have been taken over by an outside operator. This leaves him helpless but to listen to older versions of his programming in a similar, but more disjointed, fashion than Ash and Leigh.

(the links go to wikipedia)

#revenant apex legends #apex legends #apex revenant #apex legends revenant #apex headcanons #revenant headcanons #simulacrum problems #depression mention #season 18 resurrection #season 18 apex #kill code

[tobegiggledat]

Twice x fem!reader who saves him from being killed by hawks? (She's in the league of villains and twice has always been like in love with her)

I don’t really write fem!reader so I hope gn is okay!

Devil’s Advocate

✦pairing: Twice x gn!reader

✦warnings: angst, canon-divergence, reader has a quirk, kissing

✦word count: 1.4k

✦a/n: for Twice’s b-day🎉🥳

You never trusted him from the start; that Hawks.

Only a fool would believe someone so willing to climb the ranks in a biased system would be open to aiding the opposing cause of said system.

But it’s not like it matters, even if his intentions aligned with The League at first, he’d be far too corrupted by ‘heroics’ to truly benefit it.

Sapphire flames lick along your arm, wild and whipping freely. Your remaining body hair must be charred to flakes by now, but Dabi’s ignited pupils make it clear your skin is secondary to whatever he has planned for the number two hero before you.

His gleam is misplaced compared to the burnt aftermath he’s made of the room as he’s dwindled Hawks’ crimson twisters of feathers into just the pathetic handful on his back.

While you had your suspicions about Hawks’ traitorous nature, you never would’ve guessed that this is how it would all go down. Especially, the display of Hawks’ overly-confident pose as he's frozen before he got a chance to release the killing blow—on your lover at that. It floods and curdles your veins with adrenaline until no blood is left.

Jin? Of all of us? How could he—Jin was the one who trusted him most!

Something visceral and hot slashes through your chest, and you swear some of Dabi’s flames have already scorched past your skin to set your insides ablaze.

Your nails are violently digging into your palms before Hawks’ expression swiftly contorts into one of dread, with the whites of his expanding into full moons and a final gasp breaching his lips.

A grin tugs at the corner of your lips, not quite matching the one of the man beside you, and for quite a different reason you assume.

Did he really think he'd be able to swipe in for a quick kill?

It's too late. A few seconds is more than enough for him to be captured in Devil’s Advocate, or your quirk.

With a clear view of someone’s head, you can turn their inner voice against them, looping their thoughts with what ifs and plaguing them with guilt for their every action, even if that action adheres to their usual values.

But values mean nothing if they’re constantly questioned, and with Devil’s Advocate, those doubts will always be correct as long as you concentrate on the subject's forehead.

“I’ll only get Jin, and you can have your way”, you say distantly, gaze taped to the spectacle you made of Hawks.

“That’s the plan”, Dabi fans his flames as if revving every engine in his body for take off.

Lips parted in deep thought, Hawks gazes absentmindedly at the ash-ridden floors and ignores your presence entirely, even as your eyes bore into his sides while you steadily close the distance between you and Jin.

And while Devil’s Advocate lingers within your own mind when it’s not in someone else’s, you wonder how it manifests in a different subject—in Hawks. You’ve long grown used to its dwelling within you, so you’re certain its effects are much graver on others than you, but what’s it like?

Perhaps, he's trapped in the endless rivers of decisions he's made up until now, contemplating how each stream managed to overlap in the convoluted sea that's now the backbone to his depravity.

But none of that is important now that Jin is before you, he needs you and it only took you a few difficult steps without your eyes to guide you to be at his side.

From what your hands can tell, he's sitting on his knees. You trail up the torn fabric along his arms to reach his head as it's turned toward you. A large portion of his face is on display yet you can hardly make it out from just your peripheral vision.

“I wish I could look at you”, you say near his direction, fingertips still caressing the frayed ends of his mask. “I want to see if you’re alright.”

Jin's hand meets yours to grip it tightly. “I’m fine—I'm not!” , he replies regretfully sharp, and despite the differing inflections of his words, it's difficult to tell which is the truth considering his state.

It’s unusual to feel his skin so bare beneath your fingers, to be able to run them through soft, short wisps and not be met with fabric when you cup the base of his head. The feeling of his warmth against you is enough to waver your stare on the man who wronged him, unconsciously fluttering your eyes when he shifts into you.

He’s only ever worn his mask in fear of his own quirk rather than yours, but you’re certain if he had the choice not to he’d choose to trust you.

“I can still do something.” Jin jerks up as if he's attempting to break from your hold to fight once more, but you push against him.

“No, you shouldn't push yourself.”

“Push myself?” He scoffs. “I ain't done nothing yet.”

“That isn't true. You being alive is already enough, especially for me”, You take a deep, yet shaky breath to simmer your jittering nerves. “I’m not–”Another breath. “I’m not sure what I would’ve done had I not made it on time.”

He says your name in a trailed off whisper. Your vision begins to blur with tears and you desperately try to stifle them so as not to distort your quirk.

“You're strong, and I feel like deep down you know it too”, you sniffle. “Otherwise, the number two hero wouldn't have gone out of his way to get you.” His hold on your hand strengthens as you continue. “Another opportunity will arise for you to strike and I'll be there beside you. We're a team, we're not meant to face everything alone, so let me be there for you next time, okay?”

He doesn't say a word, instead turning his cheek into your palm so that he could press a chaste kiss against it. A delicate smile graces your features and his lips seem to mimic your own as they tug slightly enough for you to feel them curve against your fingers, which map out the stubble beneath, attempting to grow familiar with a face you've yet to see—and oh how you desperately wish to see him.

“We should get going.” (Before Dabi turns us both to crisp), you wish to add but leave unspoken. Jin’s arm secures around your shoulder as you attempt to bear some of his weight, most of which he chooses no to place upon you.

It’s only when your feet skim the edge of the makeshift gap you used to enter that you turn your head away from Hawks, hoping the guilt that’s festered within him lingers even when your quirk is not around to torment him. But for now, you're just glad you made it in time.

A desolate hall nearby provides you a chance to gather your bearings, but you adamantly avoid meeting the eyes you've been longing to see since the beginning.

He wouldn't want me to look, you allow your own thoughts to be tainted by illogical conclusions this time except you don't have the luxury of them disappearing with a glance away. How could anyone feel safe around such a manipulative ability—

A rigid but comforting grip on your jaw draws you back to reality only to have you whisked away again and sinking into two pools of darkening gray. It only lasts for a moment before Jin’s lips crash into you, sucking you breathless until your worries seem to be vacuumed out of your head with the swallowed air. Prickles scatter your cheeks with each swipe of the roughness around his mouth, but it swiftly ends as the efforts of your fervor begin to bloom away from his lips for more.

“No, not here”, he says softly into you after pulling away, words close enough to brush over your lips with each syllable. “I wanna take you properly, when this is all over. A place like this will only taint the memory.” His forehead touches yours, and for a moment you wish your quirk was slightly different, you wish it was one that allows you to convey your love-saturated thoughts as intensely as they appear in your mind.

“Okay”, your cheeks heat a little at what awaits.“Then let's get out of here for real this time.” You kiss him one last time, fleetingly.

#jin bubaigawara x reader #jin bubaigawara imagines #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #request

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hazel! This is my first ask for one of your events 🥺❤️ Can I have a reading of Temperance, Magician, and Emperor (reverse) with Dainsleif? Thank you, I’m looking forward what you’ll make from this reading

The Magician (transformation), Temperance (confidence), The Star (destiny), The Emperor (rev) (misunderstandings) :: dainslief x Khaenri'ah !gn reader | destined fate

warnings: Khaenri'ah spoilers, dain holds knife to readers throat (misunderstandings), higher wordcount (1.5k) | terms: breastplate (chest piece), gardbrace (shoulder armor) 

The hallways echoed with every footfall. Your armor clattering, ringing, alerting any who might be just around the corner. Annoyed, you shifted under its weight before catching a glimpse of someone familiar leaving one of the barred rooms you weren’t authorized to enter. Your breastplate rattled as you pressed yourself to the wall, hands curling around the hallway corner, eyes piercing to ensure the figure was who you thought it was. 

Dainsleif turned slowly, head bowing to the occupants inside the room. He waited for so long. Head tilted forward, spine bending to show proper respect. Whoever he was conversing with must have been high ranking for a display like this. Eventually, he lifted himself, stared at the presumably closed door, and made his way further down the hallway. 

He turned the corner but before you could take a step after him, the air behind you vibrated and a voice caused you to jump. 

“Spying again I see.” 

Twisting as fast as you could, you straightened out to meet the extraordinarily tall man who you were just creeping on. His face as radiant as ever, lush, blue eyes piercing as you stumbled into a stable position. “N-No, I just --” you pointed toward the hallway behind you but didn’t know how to finish. It didn’t matter much since the smile rising on his lips told you he didn’t really care. “Ugh, Dain, If you keep messing with me I’m going to have a heart attack.” 

“If you aren’t vigilant about where your eyes and ears lie, there won’t be any use for them when needed.” 

Dainsleif turned around as silent as the shadows that stretched across the floor and you followed him with every rattle and clank possible in your bulky, uncomfortable suit of armor. “That’s an eerie threat.” 

“Truths often are,” Dainsleif glanced at you but you tried not to notice. “That looks terrible on you.” 

“HEY!” 

He laughed, the back of his hand moving to cover his lips but, in an instant, he was back to his normal self as a noble turned to head down the hall the both of you occupied. Like the well trained knight of the guard he was, he closed his eyes, stepped aside and bowed at their passing. You did too of course, just not as gracefully. 

When they were beyond earshot, he positioned himself near your side but slightly ahead so he could fuss with a bit of your armor you didn’t even know was there. “This won’t do. A proper knight must have attire that fits lest they be defeated too soon.” 

“I know, but this was all they had.” 

“I’ll see about that,” he hummed, fingers sliding under the loose gardbrace. The action made you chuckle involuntary which you wished you’d brought your helmet to hide behind. “Let us be off then. Wouldn’t want to be late.” 

You watched him move down the hall with ease, his elegance pulling you in. After a moments distraction, you followed as quickly at you could. 

It had been hundreds of years since the fall of Khaenri'ah. A lost civilization no one remembered or, if they did, dared to recall. A taboo of a city resting on in the ashes of divine intervention; you knew the risks of brining it up but still you sought for answers, dug for information, and fought back against those who wished to silence you. 

There were mornings you’d wake up in a fright as you painfully relieved the destruction. The screams, the fear, the confusion and the pitiful efforts your fellow knights put up against the power of the Archons. It was horrible and no matter how hard you tried to forget in once the morning came, the scent of the atrocity lingered in your memory. 

Most people loved the Archons but you hated them, and for good reason. They took everything from you and for what, all because your people didn’t worship them. What spiteful beings they turned out to be. 

Now, you found yourself just outside of the city of freedom, a bitter taste rising in your mouth. You held it in because just beyond the gates you’d finally get a taste of the revenge you desperately needed. 

--

It took you no time at all to pick the brains of the citizens. They seemed more than willing to offer you information about their Archon but, as you listened, you started to hear other rumors. Rumors of a dark figure who kept the city safe - how childish, you thought - whispers of strange happenings, stories of great dragons threatening their livelihood, but one stood out as the most intriguing. 

“There’s been this strange sort around lately,” one of the citizens shared with you, brows furrowing over their drink. “He’sa’ quiet fella, often sits by -imself but that’s not the strangest bit about him. He’s been asking the same typn questions as you -- odd bunch that is.” 

Confused, you pressured the man further just to see if there was anything else he might be able to share with you. It was a chore to pull clear answers from the growing drunk but when he stumbled out the name of the stranger you felt the food in your stomach turn. 

--Dainsleif--

--

That night you stalked the tavern the gentleman mentioned. Waiting had become a common thing for you, a pastime you were rather comfortable with. Right now though you felt like bugs were crawling under your skin. The sensation was irritating but you blocked it out as best you could.

It wasn’t possible that Dainsleif survived. No way you’d ever see him walking without a worry into an establishment like this but, if there was even a small chance ... 

Just then, the doors opened. You held your breath as a man stepped through the threshold. Blond hair, dark black and rich royal blue garbs decorating him. A strange eye patch covering half his face but when he turned toward the tables you knew. There was no mistaking the color of those eyes: Dainsleif was alive. 

Your throat dried up at the sight of him. Your heart felt like it would explode, your stomach twisted and writhed. It was hard enough to take in a real breath let alone stop the urge to vomit. This couldn’t be true, it wasn’t possible. Dain was alive. He was alive. 

Suddenly, as if he could feel your gaze, he turned to you. It was like being hit with an arrow because as soon as his eyes locked onto yours, the chair you were sitting in toppled to the ground as you ran for the back door. 

“How stupid!” you berated yourself when the cool air of the night hit you. “Way to be inconspicuous.” 

With haste, you made your way down the steps and toward the docks in a desperate attempt to get away but, just as you passed through the archway, the air around you crackled and a cold, dangerous blade touched your throat. 

“Who are you?” their voice rattled your bones, sent a chill down your spine. It was unlike anything you’d ever heard before but, then again, you’d never heard the sound of a ghost in your life. 

“N-No one.” 

“Do not lie to me.” 

There was no way he’d remember you. Out of all the soldiers he helped train, all the knights he oversaw, you were just one of thousands. Even if you did tell the truth he would hardly have a reason to believe you. Still, you knew Dainsleif, you knew how he felt about lies. So, you told him the truth. “I’m-I’m from Khaenri'ah.” 

“This falsehood will cost you your life.” 

“Truths often do,” you whispered, the words falling from your mouth before you realized their significance. It was painful to have the man you trusted holding a knife against you, torturous to have him forget you and the time you spent together. Even if you considered him a friend, or, in your wildest dreams more, he had moved on. Did the Archons take that from him too?

The knife slipped away from your neck but you didn’t move, not until he spoke and called out a name no one had said in five hundred years; your name.  

You turned slowly, eyes stinging and heart pounding. When your gaze fell on him you saw hints of the old Dain hiding behind the mask. Time had not stolen the beauty of him but it had made his gaze distant and face weary. You could tell he’d seen far more than you. Of course, that was to be expected from someone of his skill. 

Pained by what you saw, you wondered just how much pressure weighed on his shoulders. Did he carry the burden of Kahaenri’ha himself?

“Just what have you been through, Bough Keeper?” you whispered, hand moving on it’s own to touch his covered cheek. 

He was stunned, confused, shocked, but so were you and as soon as your fingers touched his skin the knife in his hand fell to the dewy grass at your feet. His vacant eyes filled with memories as he gazed at a face he didn’t expect to see ever again.

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You swore destiny cursed you to live a life of immortality but, as you stood gazing up at the man who once meant the world to you, you wondered if the fates had brought you a blessing instead.

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(Wooooo it’s been so long since I’ve seen your blog 😂, but it’s good to be back 😁) but anyways, Out of curiosity, do you have any Yandere 2p Alpha! America headcannons?

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Maybe not my best work. But eh. I still hope you enjoy it!

😈 He is a ferocious Alpha that always has a commanding presence. His wolf ears are always up and at attention. He is aggressive and tends to bare his fangs at everyone. He’s not an Alpha you want to anger.

😈 He likes omegas because he’s a jerk and likes to toy with his prey. When it comes to his boredom-fuelled wrath is easy pickings. Tail pulling, punching (“playfully”), and using a specialized animal whistle to grate the animal ears of anyone in the vicinity.

😈 He revs up his motorcycle in areas where he knows the vulnerable omega and beta population is abundant.

😈 Occasionally if he needs to let off some aggression without destroying his workplace or home, he will hunt down and murder in cold blood anyone who dared to leave society and are a part of the secret cities, towns, or hubs. Once, he decimated an entire city when his ex left him because they felt so “caged” or “isolated” whatever they were whining about. Needless to say, the city she sought refuge in turned into ashes. Allen can do extremely scary shit and look like his demon counterpart while doing it.

😈 Extremely possessive of you. He hardly lets you leave the house unless it’s with him, and even then, he will have a few snipers and peacekeepers that he’s paid personally to keep an eye on you whenever he can’t give you 110% of his attention when you’re out in public with him.

Basically, you won’t know what life means without him there.

😈 If you want to have a career or hobby, good luck with that. You will have to give him some kick-ass spiel about why you should be able to do [x]. You’ll have to have fantastic bed romance as another tit-for-tat tactic. The same will apply if you want to be able to hang out with friends but will have to beg and plead on your knees for a few hours to satisfy him. Then he’ll consider letting you have an afternoon to yourself. But heaven forbid you to come back with another Alpha’s scent. You will be barred from leaving the house for an entire year, receive painful punishments, and be pushed well beyond your libido’s limits until you are numb. Just like he is harsh to those, who would hurt you. However, the way he punishes you is tailored to be gentler but still causes you tremendous pain. You belong to him and will learn to love, listen, and behave as he commands you.

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